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A Desperate Kind of Charm

Chapter 9: The Heimlich Maneuver Story Summary: Melissa (Mel) feels a strong connection with Ezekiel Reyes until she meets an unruly bar patron who makes her question her choices. Story Warnings: Angst, Love Triangles, Family Drama, Eventual Smut, Violence

Pairing: Mel (Filipina OFC) x Angel x Ezekiel Chapter Word Count: 1770

Chapter Summary: Angel and Mel make the trip to San Buho, but Angel has an eerie feeling they’re not alone. Chapter Warnings: A tiny bit of fluff in this angsty mess  ADKOC Masterlist Index

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DAY 17. SEDUCING THE OTHER.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 1.3k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, language.

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Today is your first anniversary and you don't need to be a genius to know that Javi has forgotten. He has too much to worry about in his job and you're not going to blame him; you have bought yourself a present from him. A black set of lingerie with transparencies that leave a little to the imagination. After decorating the living room with some fruity scented candles and putting on his favorite red lipstick, you wear his DEA's t-shirt —the one he hates the most but you don't understand why he keeps it.

At least he's on time when dinner is ready.

Carrying his jacket in his hand, he walks in closing the door behind his back, frowning as soon as he notices the piece of clothing covering your body. Wrinkling his nose disgusted and upping a side of his mustache, he shakes his head.

“Quítate eso”. He simply demands, crossing both arms on his chest.

(Take that off).

“¿Por qué? A mí me gusta…”

(Why? I like this one).

“Porque tú eres mía, no de la DEA”.

(Because you're mine, not DEA's).

You shrug your shoulder raising the gems of the t-shirt to remove it over your head and let it hang from your index finger for a second, until letting it fall to the floor. Just like Javi's jaw dropping and his jacket slipping off. Then, he notices the candles, the smell… But his eyes can't fly away from your body, licking slowly his bottom lip. Horny, but starting to panic.

“¿Qué estamos cel— fuck”.

(What are we celebra— fuck).

Javi starts to babble nonsense, trying to excuse himself, trying to apologize, trying to say something. Until you shut him up with a soft move of your left hand. He looks at you like a beaten puppy, taking a couple of steps closer with his hands kept in the back pocket of his jeans, finding some calm when he sees you smirking provocatively.

“¿Te gusta lo que mi novio me ha comprado, ah?” You say turning around with both arms raised at the sides of your torso, so he can have a better view.

(Do you like what my boyfriend has bought me?)

“Tiene buen gusto, sí”. He whispers fascinated, having to clear his throat seeing you more closer.

(Has good taste, yeah).

Embracing you against himself, you cup his cheeks onto your palms leaning on your tiptoes to peck his lips with so much tender, calmly, with no rush. His hands land on your ass, not losing time on squeezing it while grunting very pleased when you urge him to walk backward to the sofa. His fingers don't loose the grip on your skin whilst taking a seat, reclining against it and getting comfier. You slide down through your shoulders the strips of the bralette before taking it off and throwing it somewhere.

Javi can't stop looking at you, enraptured by any move you make, heavily gulping a knot of saliva when you kneel between his legs without being asked for. You have been craving him all day since you woke up alone much to your regret, but now, he's all yours. And you're going to take advantage. Your fingers are quick undoing his belt, the metallic button and the zip, gasping inevitably when he arches his back to help you, and his hard dick springs free as soon as his clothes roll down to his ankles.

Wrapping your hand around his length, you take an ephemeral lick from his glans, tasting the salty precum covering it. Usually, you like to play with him, and Javier loves to play with you, but Steve has called you again to tell you it hasn't been a good day either. You're already used. You know pretty well how to take care of Javi. And this time, you don't tease him, swallowing his most sensible skin until your mouth is completely filled, pushing the limits of your throat. Your boyfriend can't help but loudly moan, closing his eyes as he places his hands on the back of his neck. Until he's forced to tangle them in your head when the gag you produce makes his cock vibrate deliciously.

“Oh, fuck, cariño”. He growls tossing his head back, spreading his legs a little more, not being able to speak in Spanish as his mind is focused only on your touches.

You bob your mouth up and down, circling it around his most sensitive skin, as your tongue licks all his size as if it's the succulent food you have ever tried. You mark the rhythm, sometimes quicker when he's relaxed, sometimes slowlier when he's eager. And yes, you could kill him just like that —sucking off his soul and squeezing his balls when you force your throat and offer him another gag.

His vocals soon become louder, conscious that Javi is so close to cum, watching him maintain your gaze with his darkened lustful eyes and biting his lips, trying to control himself. Trying to last a few minutes more.

“Fuck, basta…” He begs pulling your hair back when he's at the edge.

(Fuck, enough).

Your boyfriend helps you to stand up, to push you onto his lap. He needs more. He always needs more from you. Pretending to take off the only piece of clothing that covers his favorite part of your body, Javier stops you.

“Déjalo”. He just says.

(Leave it).

Putting it aside, he tours your soaked entry with his fingertips. Your arousal wet his digits, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. He loses his ass for you —sucking them clean before colliding his lips with yours. Now, the two of you can taste your juices mixed in your saliva. The filthy kiss that is broken when, directing his glans to your cunt, you just simply let yourself fall over it, digging his hardness deeper than you two could expect.

You grip the back of his head while Javier nails his hands in your hips. He urges you, forces you to rock them, to bounce on his cock. You're desperate for feeling him, dancing your body keened, anxious at the moment his teeth and his lips meet your nipples. Kissing, biting, sucking, pulling them. He tortures you with a sweet pain that makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

Increasing the pace as you arch your torso, you find a new weak spot, hitting your g-spot with every bounce. Javi feels it too, he can feel the same pleasure reclining against the sofa and enjoying the view of your breast jumping every time you impale yourself with his cock. He could die right now happier and satisfied than ever in his life, with the addition of the soft fabric of your panties rubbing his length in every move.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby”. He gasps with a very marked Texas accent, closing his eyelids.

“Yeah?” You mumble leaning forward and placing your hands on his shoulders to press your lips on his. “C'mon… cum inside me, mi flaco”.

The pounds to your soaked pussy are insane, just like the kiss he gives you —hungry of your mouth, obscene, dirty. Javier doesn't need anything else to explode, drinking and swallowing the animal grunt that escapes his throat, as he forces you down to push his dick to your guts making you find your orgasm too.

You both are breathless, but that doesn't stop you from fighting his tongue with yours as the pleasure continues shaking your bodies.

“Feliz aniversario”. Panting, he brushes your lips with his, wrapping his arms on your middle back to hold you closer. “Lo siento que me olvidé…”

(Happy anniversary. I'm sorry I forgot it).

“Está bien…” You whisper spreading sloppy and exhausted kisses all around his face. “No estoy enfadada”.

(It's okay. I'm not mad at you).

“Te voy a compensar, lo prometo, mi amor”.

(I'll compensate you, I promise, my love).

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Call My Name

Word Count: 754

Warning(s): 18+, NSFW, Mention of vaginal sex, bodily fluid

A/N: Thank you for reading and enjoy! 🖤 GIF credit: @angels-reyes

Anonymous asked: Could I maybe have a smut where you and Ezekiel Reyes are dating and one day while they were having sex he accidentally calls out Emily’s name and you get into a fight and whatever else after that that you think is good for the story thank you I totally understand if you don’t want to write this or arent comfortable with it . I love your writing btw

Lips clashed against lips. Bodies pressed against each other. EZ groaned sharply, pressing his hips against yours, his body towering over you as he marked, bit, and sucked on every inch of your body. Gasps and moans echoing throughout the room.

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The first and the last time.

NESTOR OCETEVA. ┃ MAYANS MC.

❝ request by @jadesamhart: Hey Aurora 😁 may I please have smut prompt number 6 with Nestor Lovely? Have an amazing day 😘😘

❝ prompts: “Maybe I should get you a collar, so you don’t forget who you belong to”.

❝ words: about 2.3k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex, language, mention of bodily fluids, angst, nestor being an asshole and then a sweetie, not sorry.

❝ a / n: this was supposed to be a smut drabble, but well… this shit is long af and painful at first.

Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.

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Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: language, implied smut, a little vulnerability going a long way

Word Count: 3k

A/N: We are back baby! I won’t lie, I have a lot of stuff written for this but they’re all disjointed scenes so I’ve been trying to connect them and it’s been taking a little longer than anticipated. But I’m working on it! Trying to build up some of the things I have in store for the future of this fic. Thank you as always for the patience and support! xo

Chapter Index: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

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Consequences

18+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: You come home one day to an unfortunate surprise.

Warning: angst and cheating

Word Count: <800

A/N: I’ve said multiple times that I would never write a cheating fic but I also said that I wasn’t writing anymore so 🤷🏿‍♀️Also, it’s funny that I wrote a hella fluffy fic a few days ago only to write this angsty piece of work lol

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Pool Table Shop

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 843

You were always flirty with your customers, but this is the first time that you have to close early to play a strip pool game with one of them.

He was so confident that a woman with a tight dress, high heels, and red lipsticks like you couldn't win against him that you wanted to show him what you were capable of.

He is now standing in his boxer, while you still have all your clothes. Unfortunately, you miss your shot and the ball hit the border, only a few centimeters away from the whole.

"Do you need help with your dress?" he asks you almost straight away, with a devilish smile on his face.

"Actually, yes. I do," you reply, offering him your back so he can unzip your dress.  

He takes his time, and you can feel his finger run along your back, stopping for a second when it reaches the garter belt before going lower.

You are still holding the dress in front of you but let it fall as soon as you turn to face him. The atmosphere changes almost straight away, and you notice how his boxer looks a bit tighter. Before you can say anything, he walks toward the other side of the table for his shot.

He is about to hit one of the balls when he stops, locking his eyes on your thumb, robing the top of the cue. You know this is unfair, but you want the boxer to fall, even if you need to tease him for that.

He licks his bottom lips, breathes deeply, and shots, the ball going directly in the whole. Maybe you should tease a bit more.

Walking around the table to play, you stop in front of him, and when you bent other the table, you make sure to brush against him lightly.

You can hear him groaning what you think is a "fuck”.

Of course, this time, you win.

You are about to stand back up, but he keeps you against the table by placing one of his large hands on your back. He is pressing against you, and you can feel how hard he is. You barely have to giggle your ass to make him growl.

He quicks your legs apart with his feet before running a finger between them. The feeling makes you moan and move your hips against his hand. You can feel him dropping on his knees behind you before he put your thong to the side. Without warning, he starts to eat you. There is no other description. He alternates between licking and sucking, devouring you like if you are his favorite meal. It doesn't take long for your orgasm to hit you, leaving you breathing heavily on the table.

You can feel his hands running along the outside of your thighs while he stands up. He spanks you before lifting one of your knees to make it rest on top of the table. You can feel him rubbing himself against you before going inside. You both moan at the feeling; you, a little louder than him. He doesn't give you time to adjust to his thickness and start to thrust deep and hard inside you.

He grabs both the back of your bra and your garnet belt to makes your back-arc, bringing you against his chest. He kisses you with passion, and you can still taste yourself on him. That was all you needed to come a second time.

He spins you around and lifts you, so you sit on the table before going back inside of you, your legs wrap around his waist. Resting your arms behind you on the table, you make your hips meet his.

His thrusts are becoming a bit more sloppy and his leaning down, resting his head between your boob.

"Where do you want me?" he asks you in a moan without moving his head.

"Month" you manage to reply.

As soon as he steps back, you drop on your knees and open your mouth,  pulling your tongue out. Placing the tip of his dick on it, he comes in your mouth. You take all of it before swallowing.

He helps you stand up. While placing one of his hands on your lower back, he makes his thumb run on your lips. The next thing he does surprise you: he lightly slides his hand on your neck and pulls you toward him before kissing you, and it is incredibly soft.

"I'm Angel, by the way", he says against your lips.

You chuckle before saying your name.

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The following day, you are preparing to close the shop for the day when you hear the door's bell. Turning to face your last-minute customer, you see him.

"Do you want to play another party?" you ask him while resting your hips against the pool table next to you.

"I was thinking of inviting you to a party tonight but I guess we can play before," he says while locking the door before closing the curtains.

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Mi Alma - Part Five

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: smut

Words: 1983

London, UK – Present

As soon as you open your front door, you see Nestor jumping from your sofa and walking toward you. Without saying anything or giving you the chance to walk away, he kisses you passionately. You take a few seconds to process before kissing him back. His reaction and his words are still hurting, but you also really missed the feeling of his lips and his arms around you. This kiss leaves you breathless, and when he pulls you in his arms, you are burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Mi Alma. I'm sorry for not believing in you. I'm sorry for thinking that you were playing with me. And I'm sorry for comparing you to Lina. Miguel explained to me why he was here as soon as you left!" he says while tightly his hold on you.

"It was 3 weeks ago, Nes ..." you say while trying to pull away to look at him.

"Yeah, I know ..." He whispers while letting you step back a little. His hands are still holding your waist, ready to pull you back if you decide to reject him.

"So why did you not come sooner?"

"I struggled a bit to process the fact that Miguel could have a Female friend."

You couldn't help yourself but smile at that statement. When Nestor sees it, he leans again to kiss you. It's a lot softer than earlier. He knows you enough to understand that you will not reject him now.

The alarm of your oven interrupts you to signal that the diner that Nestor prepared is ready. While he is dressing the plates, you open a bottle of wine and pour some into two glasses before placing them on your dining table.

As soon as the diner is finished, you basically jump on him. He catches you without any effort and takes you to the bedroom. You strip each other of your clothes. He sits against the head of the bed and pulls you on top. He grabs the back of your head to bring it toward him and kiss you with such a force that you know your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow.

You try to roll, but he holds you tight and whispers: "Ride me."

You grab his hard member and slide down, taking all of him inside of you. A moan escapes your both months at the same time. He seems bigger than you remember, and you have to stay still to get used to the feeling.

Seeing you almost in pain, Nestor cups your cheek and make you look at him.

"Maybe we should do a bit more of foreplays next time," you say softly while kissing his hand.

He was about to say something when you start to move your hips in circles. The feeling makes him pull his head back immediately.

You now bounce on him, his hands running on your thighs until they reach your ass and give you a small spank. You moan at the feeling and close your eyes. He gives you a harder one, and you fall back on him.

"You like that?" He asks you while placing his arms around your waist to hold you tight. He doesn't give you a chance to reply and start to thrust deeper and faster into you. You come almost at the same time, screaming each other names.

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It is now eight months that you and Nestor are together. Most of the time, you see each other in your apartment, but he manages to organize a few weekends in remote places in Europe. Even if it's not like if the location matters really.

You spent more and more time on foreplays, and you could stay hours in bed with your man. You lost track of the number of beard burns you had between your thighs or bit marks on your chest. You also discover that he is your favorite flavor, and scratching his lower stomach with your nails will always make him twitch deep inside your throat.  

You never spoke about it, but he was already keeping your connection as secret as possible before, so nothing change at that level. Therefore, all the marks you leave on each other bodies have to be in hidden places. You both became really good at that and you are fine with it: you couldn't really go to work with prints of his fingers around your throat. Your waist, was much more discreet.

You were about to enter a meeting still thinking about that when you see an incoming call from a hidden number. As soon as you answer, you smile like a teenager when you recognize the voice.

"Can you take a few days off?"

"Are you organizing another nice weekend?" you ask him playfully.

"He needs you." the seriousness in his voice combined with his words make you shiver.

"I will take the first plane in the morning."

 Santo Padre, USA – Present

After almost a 20-hour journey, you finally reach Miguel's home. You came several times, and even if he always make sure that you feel comfortable, you are still a bit intimated with its size.

Nestor welcomes you at the door and gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips. The gestor will typically make you smile, but you can feel that he is tense and looks tired.

"What wrong?" you ask him while taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze before releasing him. You know most house employees are somehow already aware of your relationship with him, but you also noticed several bikes.

"It's business-related, so I can't give you all the details. He is furious, and none of us can approach him."

"Us?" you interrogate him while following him inside the house toward two men that you never met before.

"This is Marcus, his new advisor, and Bishop, a business partner."

"Nice to meet you, I'm..." Before you have the chance to answer, you hear a loud sound behind the door following by Miguel's voice. You instantly go to the door and enter the room.

"What the fuck are you doing?! I ask that nobody disturb me!" he screams while slapping his hands on his desk.

"Miguel?" you say with a soft voice. When he sees you, he just crashes into his office chair behind him. Any other person over than you will have probably spent a very painful moment for disturbing him, but not you. You are his safe place. You immediately go to him and drop on your knees in front of him. You are putting your hands on his thighs before saying still with your soft voice: "What happen?"

"Elie ... I can't speak about it with you," he tells you while robbing his face with both hands before looking down at you.

"I know, but you can speak with the people standing on the other side of this door. You choose them to be around you, which means that you trusted them and their abilities to do business with you. Is it not the case anymore?"

His features soften at your words. You never push him to tell you about his "job," and you always trusted him. You proved it a few months after what happen in Morocco, in this room.

Gently placing back a lock of your hair behind your ear, he pulls you a bit toward him before leaning down to you and kissing the tip of your nose.

"Thank you."

"That's what friends are for," you say with a smile on your face.

"Yeah ..." he replies while looking at your hands still on his thighs and giving you a wink.

You laugh a bit shily before removing them and standing up. There was never any real sexual tension between Miguel and you; you just happen to be two extremely touchy people. But that doesn't mean that Miguel was not playing with it from time to time, and you have to admit that your hands were a bit too high on his thighs.

After making sure that he was presentable, you ask him if he is ready before opening the door.

"Marcus, come in," Miguels says as soon as you leave the room.

Once the door closes behind Marcus, Nestor comes to you and asks you if you already ate something today.

"Just my usual liter of coffee," you reply with an innocent smile on your face. He breath deeply while shaking his head before bringing you to the kitchen to prepare you a sandwich. As much as he hates when you replace food with coffee, you love when he prepare you something to eat.

"Don't think I didn't notice the bruises," you say pointing at his head and hands. As you say that, you can hear a laugh behind, and when you turn, you notice that the man has some matching ones. Your eyes meet for a moment, and he stops laughing almost immediately.

Bishop walks to you and shakes your hand before saying: "I'm not sure who you are but thank you. It was quite impressive that you manage to calm him so quickly."

"Yeah, she tends to do that," says Nestor while putting the sandwich in front of you. He robs your back discretely so Bishop can't see it and asks you to eat.

You thank him, but before you had the time to say anything else, Nestor asks him to follow him. They go a bit further away to discuss, so you take your phone to check your emails. That was one of your job's advantages, as long as you had an internet connection, you could work from everywhere in the world.

Felling someone looking at you, you check around you and see the man from earlier staring at you. Tall, with tattooed arms, dark hair, and a thick beard, he is a good looking guy, this you have to admit. But you don't know whether you want to hug him or punch him. You see him take a step toward you when Miguel and Marcus get out of the office. They both start giving orders to everyone, and soon after, there is just you, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus left in the house.

"Marcus, let me properly introduce you to Aurélie. She is one of our dearest friends. Aurélie, Marcus is my new adviser."

"Aurélie? That's an unusual name. Nice to meet you." says Marcus before giving you a quick kiss on both cheeks.

"It's French. Nice to meet you too, Marcus," you reply. You like him; he seems calm and gives you a fatherly feeling.

"How long are you staying?" asks Miguel

"I actually didn't book any return ticket, so I'm not sure yet."

"Well, you know you can stay for as long as you want and use the studio to work."

The rest of the evening is just doing some small talk, but you just want to go to bed with Nestor. You understand he needed to be distant while the other men were still there, but now it's only the four of you. Unfortunately, they still have to speak about some business topic, so you excuse yourself and go to your bedroom. It's not really yours, but you always sleep in this one ever since the first time.

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Warnings: language

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: So the party starts in this chapter but it’s gonna expand over into the next one because I got a little carried away lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter Index:  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

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Mi Alma - Part Four

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: drug use, mention of cheating, angst, gunshot, and murder

Words: 1446

Santo Padre, USA – Present 

Some weeks pass without any news from ever one of them until you have to go to a small town near Santo Padre for a project. As always, Miguel was aware, and he invited you to stay at his house.

One night, as you couldn't sleep, you decided to go around the swimming pool to look at the stars. It's something you love to do every time you had the chance to leave London. You were lost in your thoughts when you hear him behind you: "You shouldn't be outside alone." 

He was about to leave when you grab his arm and whisper his name. He looks at you, but you can't tell what he is thinking. You want to know why he is ignoring you now after the night you spent together.

"Please talk to me ... "you almost beg him.

"I thought you were different." He replies with a deep sigh.

"What do you mean?" You tighter your hold on his arms before he could take a step. "No, you are not leaving until you tell me what you are thinking."

"You always acted like if you were not interested in him, always refusing his gifts, but I guess it was just your way to have him. Maybe she was right after all!" 

The way he looks at you combine with his words feel like a knife going right to your heart ... 

"Lina? You are speaking about her?" You are now almost screaming, and you could feel some tears starting to build up in your eyes. "I never wanted to have Miguel. You know that!" 

"So why did you sleep with him?!" He screams, and for the first time, you felt so wick in front of him. "Miguel doesn't spend the night at a woman's place without having sex with her." He explains with a forced laugh.

"Nes ..." You whisper while taking his head in your hands and force him to look at you. "I have never slept with Miguel, and I really don't want it. You need to believe me. I would not do that ... And especially not after we ..."

"Stop!" he says harshly before pushing you and walking away. "That was a mistake."

You spend the night crying, thankful that your meeting tomorrow morning will be outside so you can wear your sunglasses to cover your swollen eyes. You can't believe he mentioned her.

Marrakesh, Morocco – Past 

You are reading a book on your balcony when Lina runs inside your room. She doesn't seem happy. 

"He clearly doesn't love me anymore," she starts to say while walking back and forth.

You look at her a bit confused, unsure about what she is talking about right now. 

"He almost doesn't buy me any more gifts, and he spends his time on the phone." First, this statement surprises you because you know Miguel is deeply in love with Lina, and you are sure that she is wearing several hundred thousand USD worths of his gifts right now. 

But then it makes you smile: every time he asks one of his assistants to leave a gift for you in your flat, he always found it back untouched in his office. It always made you uncomfortable to have a man spending so much money on you, but that was not the case for Lina.

You were about to reply when you notice her eyes. Lifting her chin with one of your fingers, you look at her eyes.

"Lina, did you smoke?"

She pushes you away with such a force that you almost fell before starting to laugh.

"Smoking is for babies. I take that now, much better," she says while shaking a small plastic bag with white powder inside. 

"Where did you get it?" as soon as you say those words, something change in Lina. She looks cruel.

"How do you think he became so rich? Yeah, that's right, your dear friend Miguel! Oh, don't look so surprised, Aurelie." she stops the time to drop her finger inside the bag and rub the white powder on her gum. "But of course, that makes sense! He is seeing someone else."

Her words are leaving you speechless. You were about to ask her more details about Miguel when she comes right to your face, pointing a finger at you. 

Before she could say anything, you walk away. You couldn't have this conversation with her in this condition. You need some air and go near the swimming pool. Nestor finds you, and you explain your argument with Lina, including the part where she was blaming Miguel to be a drogue dealer. He doesn't say a word, so you get closer to him before asking: "Is it true?" 

He runs his hands up and down your arms, but when he is about to say something, you hear some screams between Miguel and Lina. It was not the first time they argued, but it was the first time you heard Miguel screaming. 

You and Nestor run toward them. Even if you were unsure what to expect, the scene in front of you is beyond your imagination. Lina is holding a gun and pointing it at Miguel. 

The next thing you notice is Nestor grabbing a gun from under his jacket. Was he always carrying one? If so, you never saw it before, and you spent a lot of time with this man before!

"I know you did it!" Lina's voice snaps you back to reality. She looks even worse than during your argument with her not so long ago. 

Miguel and Nestor tried to calm her and convince her to put the gun down, but it only seems to make her even more upset. 

"Lina?" you ask her with a soft voice while taking a step toward her. She was your friend, after all; she will never hurt you, at least you thought. 

You were wrong. As soon as she sees you, she points the gun toward you. 

"You slut! I bet you couldn't help yourself!" she is getting closer to you, and right now, you are really starting to get scared. "Always playing The Good Friend, The Good Girl. I bet you were still playing that game when he was balls deep inside you!"  

The next thing you hear is Miguel saying Lina's name. Nestor grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, covering the side of your face with his left hand. You then hear a gunshot, but when you want to turn, he keeps you against him. 

Miguel takes you by the shoulders and walks you to your room, always making sure that you can't see Lina. You are following him like a puppet. When you reach your bedroom, it finally hit you, and you start to cry. He holds you against him until you stop. You feel him lifting you, carrying you in bed, and covering you with the blankets. 

You should have felt asleep because when you wake up, you find Nestor in the room. He is sitting in the chair near the window-door of the balcony. He looks tired and covers with dirt. 

"I'm sorry," he whispers when he notices that you are awake.

"Did you kill her?" 

"I had to. She was to about to ..." It seems that the rest of his sentence stay stuck in his month. After a deep breath, he finishes, "I couldn't let that happen." 

You walk toward the balcony behind him. He is following you.

"What will happen now?" 

"You go back to London, to your life. If someone asks you about her, you simply say that you argued, and she doesn't answer you anymore. I will take care of the rest." 

"You are used to do that." 

That was a statement, not a question, and you are glad he doesn't say anything else. 

It's at that moment that you understood everything: the money, the trips abroad, Lina's new addiction, the secret regarding their job. Lina was right; they were drug dealers. A part of you, the logical one, wanted to run away. But then you look behind you toward Nestor and Miguel, who is now standing next to him, and you realize that they were always nice to you. And without them, you will be dead right now.

---

Before closing the door of the car that is bringing you to the airport, Nestor kisses your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours:" 

"Don't worry; I always keep an eye on you to make sure that nothing is happening to you."

Part Five

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Mi Alma - Part Three

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: Smut, someone being drunk and someone crying

Words: 1564 

London, UK – Present 

After a hectic week at work, you decide not to go to the traditional Friday drinks with your colleagues to go home early, ready to order a takeaway and watch Netflix for the rest of the weekend. 

As soon as you unlock your front door, you can hear some sounds coming from your kitchen and the smell of food. First, a bit scared about the fact that someone enters your apartment, you then reassure yourself by thinking that a bulgar will not cook you diner. 

Heading toward the sounds of pans, you find Nestor standing in the middle of your kitchen.

"How did you get in? "you ask him once he notices that you are here.

He simply replies, "Special skills, "with a smile on his face.

You could say nothing else about that, so after shaking your head a bit, you decide to change the subject and ask him about the food he is preparing. It smells delicious, and you can't wait to eat whatever dish he is making for you. 

You sit on one of your kitchen stools and observe him cooking when you notice a bag in the hallway. You interrogate him about it, and he tells you that this is because he came here directly from the airport without checking in the hotel first. 

"You don't have to go to the hotel. You could stay," you offer him. At the moment he accepts your offer, you start to feel a lot warmer. 

After finishing the meal and congratulate him at least a thousand on his cooking skills, you offer him to watch a movie. 

"You know you can wear something a bit more comfortable here?" you say, pointing at his clothes.

"You right ... Do you mind if I go take a quick shower?"

"Not at all! Take your time."

You are now sitting on your sofa when you see him: he is wearing sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. It's not the first time you see him like that; however, it's the first time you see his hair undone and still wet.

You can't stop staring at him, and you should make a funny face because he starts to laugh. 

Nestor comes to sit next to you on the sofa, and you play the movie you picked earlier. You are midway into the movie when you see that he starts do his hairs. 

"Can I do it?" you ask him while pointing at his hair. There was something about them; they were basically asking you to touch them. 

He sits on the floor in front of you, and you try your very best. When you are done, you go on your knees in front of him, take his head in your hands, and start checking your work. 

"I'm not as good as you ..." you say, a bit ashamed of your work.

"I'm sure they are perfect," he replies with a soft voice while grabbing your wrists. 

He leans toward you and kisses you: this is the best of your life, and you want more. You want him. 

He should feel the same because he pulls you on him and you are now straggling him. When he pulls apart, he lightly places back some hair behind your ear and asks you: "Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

His hands are now running down your back until they reach your waist, and you immediately start moving against him. Your fingers begin to explore his body, and you could feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt. Meanwhile, Nestor grabs the aim of your T-Shirt and lift it above your head. He then unclips your bra and starts to kiss your neck down to your nipple. 

The feeling makes you moan, and your hips start to dance faster on him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, and you pull at his T-Shirt. You want to feel him; you want his skin against yours. 

As soon as he removes it, you run your hands flat against his tattoos covered skin until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You scratch him lightly with your nails, which makes him groans.

While you keep kissing, he places both hands on your ass, squeezes it before standing up. You could feel his muscles work underneath your hands, and it makes you wetter than you were already. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he carries you to your bedroom. 

Instead of sitting, he makes you lie down on your back. You can feel his hands starting to run from your chest to the waistband of your legging before he slides it down your legs. He smirks when he sees your black lace panties. Nestor kisses your lower body while running his finger between your legs. Your back harch at the feeling. 

He keeps kissing down until he reaches the inside of your thigh and makes your panties follow the same journey as your legging. His kisses are getting closer, and soon you can feel his breath on your most intimate part, following by his tongue. God, it feels so good, but you need more. Tugging at one of his plates, you whisper in a moan: "I want you Nes ..."

He lifts himself from the bed, removes his sweatpants and his boxer. Lying down on top of you, he starts to rub himself against you. The feeling catches your breath, but it's nothing compared to what you feel when he finally goes inside of you. 

"Aurelie ..." he whispers in your ear while you are bitting his shoulder and digging your nails in his back.

He starts to move nice and slow, making sure that you could really feel all of him. And you do. Every. Single. Centimeter. You begin to moan louder, and he can feel you squeeze him. He grabs your hands and pins them on top of you with one hand while the other goes under your knee and push it toward you. This new position makes him go deeper into you. That's all you needed; you come like never before underneath him while screaming his name. He follows you a few seconds after, burying his face in your neck before biting it. 

When he finally looks at you, you both start to laugh: years of small touches, lingering looks, and sexual tension have both makes you come in a matter of minutes.

----

In the morning, you wake up before him, still in his arms. Softly rolling out of bed to get some coffee, he is still asleep when you come back to lie down next to him. You were looking at him with a smile on your face. 

"Like what you are seeing?" he asks you with his sleepy voice.

"You look peaceful."

"Always when I'm with you, Mi Alma."

"What does it means?"

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"Mi Alma," you clarify.

"My Soul," he says while pulling you closer to him and softly robing your back. He looks at you, searching for any sign of regret in your eyes. He can't see any, but he wants to be sure. "Are you ok with that?"

You lean to kiss his lips, his cheek, his neck and down his chest. When you reach his lower stomach, you whisper, "Yes "before licking the tip of his dick.

London, UK – Present 

The following Wednesday, you were already sleeping when you heard some banging at your front door. Putting on a dressing gown, you check through the optical peephole and see Miguel on the other side. As soon as you open the door, you know that something is wrong: he removed his tie, his hairs are messy, and he smells alcohol. 

He was staring at the floor without moving, so you grab his hand, pull him inside your apartment, and help him to sit on your sofa. He looks defeated, and it broke your heart to see him like that.  

You know he will not tell you anything, so you did the only thing you were thinking about: you hold him and run your hands in his hair to soothe him a little. At some point, you realize that he felt asleep in your arms. Not wanted to wake him up, you snuggle a bit more on your sofa, grab a blanket you always keep nearby and wrap the both of you into it for the night.  

----

You are preparing a quick breakfast while Miguel is taking a shower when you hear your front door open. Nestor stops as soon as he sees you. You walk toward him and rise on your tiptoes to kiss him when he steps back.

"Is Miguel still here?" he asks you coldly without even looking at you.

Before you had the time to say or do anything, Miguel appears behind you. He looks a lot better than yesterday evening.

The two men are now heading to leave our apartment. Before, Miguel put his hand in the small of your back, kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ear: "Thank you."

You tried to grab Nestor's hand, but he avoids you again and follows Miguel. Feeling some tears forming in your eyes, you go to your bedroom and slide under the blankets. You really can't explain Nestor's behavior. Everything was fine between the both of you. Or at least it's what you thought before today. 

Part Four

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Angel Reyes - The Quiet Ones

Angel Reyes x shy!reader

Warning: all the shyness in the world lmao but really I don’t think there is any

Requested by anon: Okay now I hope I’m not pushing it and it’s fine if you don’t want to. But could/would you write sometime along the lines of what you just answered for my “personality type”

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Mi Alma - Part Two

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: nothing for this part

Words: 1431

London, UK – Present 

After what seems to be an endless journey, you finally reach your flat, and the only thing you want to do is taking a shower and going to bed. You just spent a couple of days in Lyon, France with your family and for God knows which reason, you decided to go back to London by train on a Sunday evening with a stop in Paris. 

As soon as you open your door, you can see all the mails that are patiently waiting to be open on the floor. You pick them and quickly check them before putting them on your kitchen counter. None of them seems essential, but a navy blue envelop catches your attention, so you open it. It's a note from Miguel, letting you know that he will be in London for the next five days as he has some important meetings to attend in person. He also mentioned that he is unsure when he will be available, but he will try to come in the evenings. 

Apparently, no matter how busy he is, he spent all his evening in London with you. Tonight was the last night you had together before he leaves tomorrow morning, and you were now drinking dome wine sitting on your sofa. 

"Please don't get me wrong, Miguel. I'm always happy to have you here, but will you not prefer to go to a nicer place? "you ask him. You knew it couldn't be possible with you, as it will expose your connection, but you were sure he has other people with who he could go to fancier places. 

"I spend my days faking smiles and wearing a mask. When I'm here with you, I know I don't have to." 

You smile at him before replying." You are always welcome here, Miguel. Whenever you need. "

Without a word, he stands up and walks toward the window next to the sofa you are still sitting on. He stays there, looking outside, his hand on your shoulder with his thumb rubbing the back of your neck. 

After about 20 minutes of silence, he sighs before placing a kiss on the top of your head and whispering, "I need to go."

"When will you be back?" You ask him. 

"Not sure. Take care of yourself Elie. " 

You say your goodbyes and give him a quick hug before he leaves. You put the glasses away and go to bed. That night you dreamed of him, and the first time you met almost three years ago. 

 Havana, Cuba – Past

"Why did I agree with that? "You ask Lina, your friend and colleague sitting next to you on the plane that will bring you to Havana. 

"Don't worry; everything is going to be okay." She replied. "Now, let get some rest because I think we are not going to sleep a lot in the few days. "

"Yeah, especially you! " 

You both laugh at that before getting yourself as comfortable as possible in your airplane seat. You had the feeling that you just closed your eyes when the steward wakes you and ask to tighten your belt as you are starting to go down. 

After collecting your suitcase and passing the security check, you are welcome by a driver with both your names written on it. Once sitting in the car that will drive you to your holiday destination, you let a heavy breath out. 

"Relax, Aurélie. Trust me; you are going to enjoy the next week! "

You spend the rest of the drive doing small talk, and you are finally relaxed when the driver announces that you reach the house. It was an amazing place, but you instantly starting to feel nervous again. When Lina offered you to come to spend a week away from the London weather in Cuba, you agreed to stray away. You were just not expected that her new boyfriend will pay for everything.

She didn't tell you a lot about him, just that the two of them met at an event when she was still working in the Stockton office of your company, and his name: Miguel Galindo. So expect the fact that he was incredibly rich, you were not sure about what to expect of this week with him.

"Good morning, Ladies." he gives a surprisingly chaste kiss on Lina's lips before facing you. "Aurélie, I assume? How are you? "

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Miguel. I'm good; thank you, and you?"

"A lot better now." He replied while Luna jumps to his neck and kiss him.

You smile at your friend's reaction and go to the back of the car to grab your suitcase, but someone was quicker than you. 

"I got it." He says with a deep voice while giving you a quick look.

"Thank you." You were about to ask him his name when Miguel announced that he would show you your room for the week. 

"Your" room only was actually bigger than your apartment in London, and this is without taking the dressing, bathroom, and balcony. After refreshing yourself, you got ready for dinner. 

You could tell that Lina just wanted to head back to her bedroom during the dinner, but Miguel makes sure to do some small talk with you. He was a very nice man, and even if he was not your type, you understood why Lina felt for him. After the meal, you excuse yourself and head back to your bedroom for the night. 

After a very relaxing night and a quick shower, you walk toward the balcony when you notice a coffee machine with a note next to it. 

Lina told me that you needed your coffee before any human interaction. Miguel

Unsure whether to be grateful for Miguel's attention and embarrassed that Lina shared this information with him, you make your coffee and drink it on your balcony. 

You don't see a lot Lina or Miguel during this week, only joining them for dinner. Except that you feel a bit uncomfortable that Miguel is paying for everything, you start to appreciate him and notice that he feels a bit more relaxed days after days. 

You spent the next few days enjoying the atmosphere of the city. The man of the first day was always with you, and even if he was not talkative, you now know his name: Nestor. 

The last afternoon before you leave you decide to go to a small market to buy a few gifts. You were looking at a necklace when Nestor approached you to inform you that it was time to go back to the house if you didn't want to be late for dinner. You sight a bit and put back the necklace where you found it before following him to the car. 

After the diner in another costly place, you decide to head back to your room to put on some more comfortable clothes before going back to the city center. It is full of joy, laughter, and the smell of street food – that's amazing! And then you noticed him again. 

"You know, you don't have to spend your time watching me?" you say, now standing in front of him.

"I just want to make sure that nothing is happening to you," he replies with a much softer voice that you were used to hear, but before you have the time to say anything, he looks away. 

---

You were finishing to pack your suitcase in the morning when you see a small package on your bedside table. 

"Come on, Aurélie; we are going to be late! "You heard Lina screams from downstairs.

You put the package in your jacket and follow her to the car to bring both of you to the airport. Miguel excuse himself last evening, explaining that he will not be able to see us before we leave due to an important business meeting.

 London, UK – Past

When you finally reach your flat in London, you are so tired that you decide to take a quick shower before going to bed, leaving the unpacking for tomorrow. 

It is now 13:45 when you wake up. You slept more than 12 hours, and after drinking half a liter of black coffee, you decided to start unpacking your suitcase. It's when you were about to put your jacket in the laundry basket that you remember the package.

You open it and discover a necklace, the same one you were looking at in the small shop. A note accompanied it: It would look nice on you. N

Part Three

It's my first story, and I would love to receive your feedback! 

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Mi Alma - Part One

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best? 

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust. 

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: quick mentions of someone on her knees and someone carrying guns 

Words: 1558

London, UK – Present

"Miguel?"

He was definitely the last person you were expecting to see in the lobby area of your apartment building.

"Hey," he says, standing from the sofa he was sitting on and walking to you.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him before giving him a quick hug. "I didn't even know you were in London!"

"I had some business meetings."  

He looks exhausted, and you offer him to come with you to your apartment. "I can cook a nice dinner, and you know I always have a few bottles of French wine. "

He smiles and nods his head in agreement. You cook dinner, share a bottle of wine and spend the evening speaking about your work and this new rooftop bar you've been to last Saturday. You usually don't like talking so much about yourself, but you can feel he start to relax, so you keep going. And it’s not like if we will speak to you about his work anyway.

You are now both sitting on your sofa, facing each other. His hand is softly caressing your shoulder as he is now listening to you explaining your recent adventure in Florence, Italy.

"And we end up going to the restaurant we went to. Their Risotto is still absolutely amazing!"

"How can you tell? You put so much Parmigiano on it that I’m sure it wasn't tasting like Risotto anymore."

You both laugh at that comment. Wine and cheese – yeah, you were a pure French cliche.

Looking at each other; his hand moves from your shoulder to your cheek.

I should go now. Before you had the time to reply, Miguel grabs his jacket and starts to walk to your front door. You follow him, and when he's about to open the door, he stops for a moment before turning to face you. He kisses your forehead and whisper, "I missed you. Good night, Elie.“

"Good night Miguel." You replied, rubbing his back softly.

You wait for him to reach your lift before closing your door and heading to the kitchen to start the dishes. You were rethinking about this trip to Florence with Miguel 20 months ago. Everything was different then.

Florence, Italy – Past

You were sitting in another meeting regarding the event you will have to organize next week to celebrate your company's successful implementation in Italy. You were almost done when you saw a Skype notification on your laptop.

From Lina: Only 30 mins left ;)

To Lina: I can't wait! Where do we meet them?

From Lina: At the hotel's bar

At 17:00, you finally leave the office and head back to your hotel with Lina. You both go to your room to get ready for the evening before going down to the reception area.

"Élie! "Lina calls you from the bar area. You smile and go to meet them.

"Hi Miguel, "You said, smiling at him before kissing him on both cheeks.

"Hi Aurélie, how are you? "

I'm good, thank you. And you? "

"A lot better now, "he replies, looking at Lina before leaning to kiss her on the lips. You look away to give some privacy even if none of them care and see Nestor walking toward you.

"Hey"

"Hey" he replies before giving you a quick hug, his hand softly and discretely brushing your waist.

You spend the next few hours drinking at the hotel bar, laughing with each other. You stop counting how many glasses you had, but you could definitely tell that you were getting really drunk. Looking around, you noticed that Lina and Miguel were not better. Even Nestor seems to be a bit tipsy.

"Ok, let get some diner, "announce Miguel before standing and offering his hand to Lina.

"Or maybe we can skip diner," she replies, "I have another idea in mind which include me on my knees and... "

"I really don't need to know that ... "You groans while starting to walk toward the hotel's entrance, Lina and Miguel laughing behind you.

Walking outside of the hotel, you are heading to a nice restaurant a few minutes walking away. Lina and Miguel are leading the way, holding each other so closely that you are actually wondering how they manage to walk. You and Nestor are behind. Your hands come in content a few times, but none of you say or do anything. You sit next to him at the restaurant and facing Miguel.

Once your Risotto arrives in front of you, you start stray away to put a fair amount of Parmigiano on top.

"You sure you don't want a bit more of Risotto with your cheese? "Miguel asks you with a small on his lips.

You stick out your tongue to him before you all start to laugh.

 London, UK – Present

You were now drying your hands after finishing all the dishing and releasing a breath. That was one of the best evenings you spent the of 4 you together. It was also the last, before everything change. You could feel some tears starting to come, but you push them back and get ready for bed.

A few weeks pass, and you don't hear back from Miguel. And it's not like if you could text him ever. You decided many months ago not to leave any trace of your relationship, including phone calls, emails, and messages. Work has been busy, but you finally received the promotion you were hoping for since months. You celebrate with some colleagues before going back home. A bouquet of white Lilies is waiting next to your front door with a note: Be ready tomorrow at 15:00, N.

You can't stop smiling and thinking about him for the rest of the evening. You haven't spoken with him or even saw him for months, and every time Miguel was here. Not that anything actually happens between you, despite the fact that you wanted too.  

You spend the following morning just relaxing at home and getting ready. Unsure of what he has planned to do, you choose a dress that you can wear with trainers or heels according to what he will say.

When you hear the knock on your door on you almost run to open it. Here he is, with his traditional suit and braids. After greeting each other, you ask him for shoes.

"Trainers, "he says with a smile, "I'm not sure you will be able to walk with heels were we are going "

Now you are more than integrate as there is not a lot of places in London where heels are not an option. It's when he directs you toward his car that you understand: he is bringing you outside of the city.

You spend some time walking around in a forest before heading to a nice little cottage for diner. Once at the table with your drinks, he softly touches your hand before saying:

"Congratulation for your promotion. You deserved it"

"How can you already be aware? "you asked him, a bit surprised. You got it less than 24 hours ago.

"I told you. I always keep an eye on you to make sure that nothing is happening to you. "

Yeah, he did say that, at several occasion. The last time was 14 months ago. Thinking about that moment make you want to cry. He can feel it and press your hand before whispering a sorry

"Don't worry, I'm fine." You reply with your smile back on your lips. The rest of dinner pass alternating between some conversation and some moment of silence. It was never awkward with him, you simple just both enjoying each other presence.

After he insisted on paying, you walk back to his car. You were both standing next to it, looking at the nice and peaceful area where you seem to be alone.

"We can come back one day" he says softly.

"I will love that "

"Are you scared of me? "he suddenly asks you. You turn to face him and take a moment to look at him before answering.

"I know I should." You replies while touching where you know he carries his guns. "But no, I'm not scared of you Nes "

He touch your cheek lightly before cupping it. You lean your head in it and close your eyes. His hand is so big and warm, and surprisingly really soft. You can feel him getting closer to you

"Mi Alma "he whispers.

You were about to ask him what it means as you can't speak Spanish and it doesn't sound similar to a French word when his phone ring.

He groans, and you can‘t help yourself to laugh lightly when he checks who is it.

"We need to leave?" You ask him even if you already know the answer.

"Yes ... Sorry Aurélie. I was hopping to ...." You cut him and reassure him. He didn’t have to be sorry at all after the day the two of you just had. You know is work is demanding and he needs to be available 24/7.

The drive back is silent. You were lost in your thoughts when you notice that he just parks in front of your building. Before leaving his car, you thanks him for the day and kiss him on the cheek.

Part Two

It's my first story, and I would love to receive your feedback!

[aurelie-celine]

How did you imagine me?

Ez Reyes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

It was almost midnight when you woke up with a dry month. You go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Taking your drink back with you to your bedroom, you hear someone saying your name behind the storage room door. You were unsure what to expect, but definitely not Ez with his pants around his ankles and his hand around his dick. It was one of the most beautiful views you ever saw.

Catching some movement from the corner of his eye, you can see the panic on his face when he realizes it’s you. “Shit! Élina, I’m sorry. It’s not ...” he starts to say while trying to put his pant back on. You immediately walk toward him and grab his wrists.

“How did you imagine me?” you ask him softly. His eyes grow bigger when he realized how close you are now, his pants still down. “Answer me Ez” you say, always with a soft voice.

“On your knees,” he whispers while avoiding to make eye contact until he sees you starting to go down.

“Like that?” you can see the moment of shock going through his eyes when he realized that you are not mad at him at all.

“Yes,” he whispers. You release his wrists and place your hands on his thighs, scratching him a bit with your nails.

“And what was I doing on my knees?”

He runs his thumb on your bottom lips before lightly pushing it in your mouth. You let him do it and start to suck it.

“That. But with something else,” Ez is not shy or embarrassed at all anymore at that point. The fact that you are now centimeters away from his cock, his finger inside your mouth, turn him on even more than he was already.

You wrap both hands around his hard member before looking at him and ask, “You mean with this?”

He nods his head in agreement, waiting to see what will be your next move. You place a fevered kiss on the head before giving it a quick lick, collecting all the pre-cum.

“Shit...” he moans while pushing his head back. Happy with his reaction, you now lick his all length before putting it in your mouth.

His hand goes to the back of your head, holding your hair but without pushing. You start to pump him, releasing him from time to time to get some air. His breathing is getting heavier.

Proud of making him feel so good, you retake him in your mouth, relaxing your already abused throat as much as you can until the tip of your nose comes in contact with his times pubis’s hairs. You can hear him moans your name, and his dick starts to twitch in your month.

“I’m going to come ...”. He tries to remove himself from your month, unsure whether you will be ok with that. You grab his thighs and hold him while giving him a few more pumps.

He grabs your hair a bit tighter when he comes, and you make sure to take all of it before standing up. You look him in the eyes while you swallow. “Was it how you imagined it?”

He smiles at you before softly touching your cheek. “It was a lot better.” You smile in return, and without another word, you walk away and go back to your room, leaving him really confused. Satisfied but confused.

In the morning, you are all sitting around the table, having breakfast, Ez next to you. While nobody was looking, you lean toward him and whisper in his ear, “Did you imagine me in any other way?”

He was drinking his coffee and almost spat it all out. The rest of the table looks at him, concern, and asks him if he is ok. After reassuring everyone, they all go back to their previous conversation.

He gets closer to you and finally answers your question, “Maybe.” He places his large hand on your thigh and squeezes it lightly. “I can show you tonight”