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kilojulietsierra · 2 years

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Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)

Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.

Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family

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If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.

Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.

Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"

Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."

"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.

"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."

She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.

Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.

With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"

"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."

"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"

"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.

He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."

His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."

"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"

"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."

"My lil hustler."

"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."

"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"

"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.

Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."

She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."

He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."

There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.

Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."

He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."

With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"

"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."

"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.

Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"

"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.

"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."

She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.

"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"

Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."

"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."

"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."

Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.

Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.

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Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.

He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.

He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.

He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.

The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.

Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.

'show me somethin' to think about...'

He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.

He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.

'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'

Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.

This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.

He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.

A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."

Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.

He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'

Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.

Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.

He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.

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She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.

Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Hey mama."

She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.

"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.

He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.

"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.

"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.

She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"

Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."

"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.

"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.

"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.

He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.

With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"

Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."

Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.

He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.

For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.

Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.

"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.

She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."

Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.

"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.

His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.

She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.

He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.

Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.

"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.

He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.

She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"

Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.

When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.

It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.

"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"

"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.

She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."

"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.

"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.

Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.

Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.

"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.

Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."

Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.

"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."

After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."

His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.

"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.

It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."

Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"

With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.

"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."

Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"

Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."

"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."

He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.

They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.

With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."

Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."

"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.

Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."

She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.

Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."

It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.

Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"

There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"

She nodded.

His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"

"Almost three months ago."

"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."

"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"

All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"

With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."

Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.

"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.

He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"

She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."

"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.

Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."

How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"

Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.

Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"

All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.

That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."

Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.

Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."

Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "

~~~

What time is it?"

Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.

"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.

Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."

She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."

He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T

hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."

With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"

"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.

"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."

With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."

"Wanna come?"

"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.

Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"

"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."

He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.

Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.

When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.

~~~

Part Two is now available!!

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westcoastcreative · 2 years

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Daddy’s Home

My EXPLICIT (that’s E-rated) love letter to who Manny Mayans is in my head if they had expanded upon the character in the show. You could definitely replace the wife I wrote for him in with yourself so I guess this is both Manny Mayans x ofc and Manny Mayans x you? 😘

It’s about 1,200 words. Please enjoy.

Among all the things she’d always wanted to be, wife and mother were certainties.

She might have tried to convince herself that those things weren��t as important to her as they were while in other situations with other men, but Manny had only ever asked that she be herself — open and honestly. After much turmoil and pain trying to make pieces fit that just didn’t with others, the deep exhale into unconditional love that came with Manny’s appearance in her life felt like coming home.

He allowed her to be all the things she was and dreamt of being without compromise. A spouse and a parent included — no coaxing or explanation needed. He’d always wanted to be those things, too.

Due to the nature of other things he was, Manny couldn’t always be home with her and Bella. That was perfectly okay, though. One of the other things she happened to be was highly independent.

When Manny was there — at the secluded home they’d purchased together with breathtaking views of sunrise and sunset over the Sonoran Desert — he was present and attentive in yet another way she’d never experienced with any man before him.

Following his most recent return from the road, Bella insisted that the three of them spend two full weekends together doing all the things and going all the places they loved. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, but by the third weekend she was ready to agree to a single night with her grandparents while Mom and Dad enjoyed an evening to themselves. Manny and his wife got a fire going in the backyard and caught up on all that had transpired in their separate but shared adult worlds while they were apart, gazing at the stars and sipping their favorite special occasion wine as they sat close.

Leaning in to nose behind her ear and sniff her hair, Manny placed a soft kiss on his wife’s neck. She felt his breath there when he murmured, “God, I miss this so much when I’m gone.”

Her closed lips turned up in a small smile as she finished a sip of wine, lashes lowering with the contented, flattered giddiness that his deep voice and relaxed confidence still elicited since the first time she’d ever heard it, all those years ago. Her hand moved to gently squeeze his thigh. Manny reached up to nudge her face in his direction, his big brown eyes a mix of sincere, captivated and hungry, like the first time they’d ever met hers.

“I miss your cooking, your voice, the way you keep our space so beautiful…” he smiled observantly in the direction of a throw pillow next to him — one she’d added to their outdoor sofa while he was away, striped with oranges and pinks that perfectly mirrored the colors of the desert sunsets the sky cast before their modern white farmhouse every evening at dusk. Manny was the only man she’d ever been with who noticed those things, too.

He abandoned talk of the pillow to grab for her waist, guiding her to sit up and straddle him. He swept the hair back from her eyes so he could look directly into them again. “…the way you make sure Bella and I have the best fuckin’ life.”

She smiled a little more noticeably then, trying her best not to tear up at the perfect dream of a partner for her that was Manny.

“I miss you so much when I’m gone, baby,” Manny whispered, not breaking eye contact.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her small French-manicured hands grasping his shoulders.

“I miss you, too…” she batted her eyes open and replied. With a playful smirk she bit her lip, gazing down at him sweetly and added, “… Daddy.”

Manny growled and jerked his hips up ever so slightly at her use of the name — one she’d offered up on her own when they first started getting intimate and he happily accepted.

“Yeah? You missed Daddy?” Manny bit his tongue between his teeth as he reached back to wrap his fist around her hair and yank her head back just an inch so his eyes could see all of her pretty orbs closer up.

“You miss this, too?” his other hand dipped into the crotch of her thin, ribbed lounge pants, pressing the flats of index and middle fingers against her bare slit.

His eyes stayed on hers.

Again she fought the welling of tears, these of a different kind than when he was telling her how much he missed her voice and cooking. Manny could read her need precisely.

“Now that we’re alone you gonna let me hear how much you missed it?” he quickly, deftly pushed two fingers into her already pulsing warm wetness.

His wife let out a loud sob but tried to stifle the second and third of its kind down, despite the fact that their closest neighbors were football fields away.

Manny pressed the heel of his hand down against her clit as he continued to finger fuck her with the full length of his long, perfectly thick fingers.

“Daddy,” she cried out and he pulled her hair harder, moving his mouth to bite at her lower lip.

“That’s it, you gon’ let ‘em know, ‘Daddy’s home,’ for me, okay baby?” his voice got gravely with the dotingly delivered command.

He was teasing her, knowing she was very reserved and well-mannered in her life outside their bedroom. Not a fan of heavy PDA. Classy, if not a little uptight. He also knew that — realistically — no one could hear them. Manny loosened her up while honoring her boundaries.

His wife’s eyes flared with turned-on annoyance at what he was asking her to do. She ground her pelvis and the back of his hand connected to it down against his hard cock and smirked.

Manny tsked as he pushed his hips up slightly to create more friction.

“Ah, ah, ah, none of that until I hear you tell ‘em I’m home, honey. Let ‘em know how well you’re being taken care of,” his hand released her hair to slide down and grab her asscheek, adding just a little more pressure as he dragged her pelvis against his length.

“Daddy,” she wailed out louder like a child who wasn’t going to get her way but was still trying to hold out. Her mouth fell open and Manny leaned his in again to greet it, this time wrapping his lips around her tongue in a gentle suck.

He guided her ass and hips down at just the angle he knew was going to send her over the edge and moved his mouth to bite down on her neck as it hit her.

“Daddy’s home!” she screamed into the starry darkness around them, coming and then shaking with smaller orgasms for a minute or two while Manny helped her let her body down with less intense thrusts of his fingers.

“That’s right, mama. Daddy’s home.” Manny growled into her neck as he removed his hand from inside her pants to grab her other asscheek and carry her inside for the evening.

#manny mayans #Mayans #mayans mc #Mayans manny #manny x wife!ofc #manny Mayans x reader #manny Mayans x wife!ofc #manny x you #manny Montana #manny montana imagine #manny montana smut #manny mayans smut

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Dangerous Desires

A Good Girls AU

Rio x ofc Issa King | drabble for now 💕

An: I can’t stop thinking about this idea, or this pair, so here it is.

Fc: Nafessa Williams

Words: 886

Warnings: If you know the show you know the subject matter so criminal activity and money washing is a warning. Sexual thoughts, vibes. Infidelity, marriage in trouble. Not condoning, it's just fanfic. If this bothers you,don’t read.

One time. That’s all this was supposed to be.

Now, four months later, Issa was in deep with no sign of turning back. Even with the danger and the risks, her days as a house wife were over.

For the first time in years, she felt like herself again. Like the girl she used to be before she settled into the life she thought she should have.

Being a criminal was never on the to-do list, and thankfully she was still having a hard time swallowing that fact. But it was nice to not worry about money for once, to be independent again, like she used to. And though she hated to admit it, all this gave her a rush, the excitement was invigorating.

Each day she worked up and decided to say yes to this, Issa knew she was getting further and further from the woman she’s been for the last 14 years. As her old self emerged, there was something else growing under the surface, a person within her that she didn’t recognize.

Pulling into the empty lot, she can see Rio is already there, leaning up against his jeep, dressed in all black, calm and collected with that look of danger and amusement in his eye.

The night is moonless, casting a dark shadow over the lot. In the background, the occasional sound of water mixed with the city in the distance.

As Issa exits the car, she steps over the crumbled up newspaper sliding across the pavement. Rio’s eyes burn into her, every passing second, never leaving her as she retrieves the heavy duffle bag from the backseat.

Closing the back door, she walks over slowly, locking eyes with him as she carries the bag. It was getting easier, carrying these things, like a free workout. She noticed how much less she struggled with the weight.

Stopping a few steps from Rio, she holds out the bag. A smug smile fills his lips as he keeps his hands in his pockets, not taking the bag yet.

“Sometime today would be great.” Issa comments while gesturing to the bag with her eyes.

Rio slowly stands up straight, no longer leaning against the car and takes the bad. Before Issa moves away, he grabs one of her hands and looks at her nails.

“You love spending my money, don’t you mamma.”

“My money,” she jerks her arm back and raises her brows at him.

Manny chuckles, displaying a wide grin, “ they look good.”

Issa steps back and holds out her hand, keeping a serious expression.

Manny steps closer, ignoring her waiting hand. Raising his chin higher, he keeps his eyes locked on hers.

The staring game, that's what Issa started to call it. Not backing down, she keeps her eyes trained on his, her expression still.

Though she has a good poker face, the warmth rising in her body is making this harder. At first, her heart beat faster with Rio because he’s dangerous, because he could kill her, her sister, and her best friend.

Now, her heart raced and pulse quickened for another reason. Sure, Rio is still dangerous, and he could still kill them. Rio did have a habit of pulling guns on them, which she was getting tired of. Now, instead of fear alone, Issa felt desire. Hot burning desire that made her eyes fall to his lips when he wasn’t looking.

Desire fed by the sound of his voice, the way he spoke and how he held himself. Desire that sparked the very vivid, very passionate sex dreams she’s been having about him. And in each dream, each intoxicating day dream, she’s doing things with him she wished her asshole cheating husband would do to her.

As Issa shoves the thoughts back, deep down inside and raises her open palm higher until it's in his face.

“I have better things to do than stand in abandoned parking lots with you.”

Rio tilts his head to the side, head still held high, his neck tattoo on full display. “I got a comfortable ass ride behind me, plenty of room in the back.”

Issa laughs and points at her hand. She cannot let that thought cement in her mind. No, not fucking Rio in the back of his ride. “My cut. Now.”

“Damn momma,” Rio steps closer and grabs her wrist, she watches him as he moves her hand out of his face, “you may need a reminder, I’m the one who gives orders.” His smoky brown eyes fall to her lips before slowly raising to her eyes again.

Wearing a smirk, Rio steps back and retrieves her bag from the backseat. Teasing, he hands it to her, then pulls back. Issa sucks her teeth and snatches the bag from his hand.

“Careful.” Rio warns.

“What, you gonna pull a gun on me again?” She taunts, walking backward to her car, “Some kink you got. It must really turn you on.”

Rio grins, his gaze darkening with lust, “sound like you wanna find out.”

Issa leans back, slowly taking him in with her eyes. Issa smiles and heads back to the car.

Opening the door, she makes eye contact one last time before getting inside. Rio returns to leaning against his car, and watches her drive off.

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kilojulietsierra · 2 years

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Where He Belongs - Part Two (Mayans Manny x Wife)

So, I really loved the first part of this and I am so happy to see y'all did too! Same as in Part One wife can be read as OFC or female reader.

Warnings: 18+ only, flashback to a conversation, smutty smut, dirty talk, vaginal and anal fingering, unprotected sex, married sex, happily married Manny, Bella makes an appearance, mentions of future/potential pregnancy

Part Two

It was still dark when Manny woke up the next morning and his wife was still sound asleep in the bed next to him. He waited for his eyes to adjust and then checked the faint red numbers of the alarm clock, still more than an hour before they would have to wake Bella up for school.

He listened to the soft, steady breathing next to him and though it was comforting he could not lull himself back to sleep. Instead his mind wandered, back to Santo Padre.

Not to the events of their civil war or to the unrest between clubs, but to a conversation he had with the older Reyes brother.

~~~~ flashback~~~~

Manny was camped on the couch on the front porch, sipping his beer and texting with his wife. He was grinning at a selfie she had just sent of her and Bella when the door to the clubhouse opened and Angel Reyes walked out.

"What are you grinnin' at your fuckin' phone for?" Angel lit a cigarette as he approached.

Manny chuckled and shook his head, "Busted." He took a sip of his beer and tilted the phone so Angel could see, "My girls."

Angel leaned over to look, out of decency more than interest, until he actually saw Manny's wife, "Damn."

"Mhmm." Manny grinned and locked the phone and shoved it in is his pocket. They stayed in silence a minute.

Manny noticed the awkwardness of the moment but was observant enough to know that Angel hadn't left yet for a reason.

Halfway through his cigarette Reyes spoke up again, "She one of the club girls?"

With a laugh Manny shook his head, "Nah, I known her since I was a teenager. Never had nothin' to do with all this till we got together." He took another sip of his beer, "She grew up on a ranch on the border, but her uncle runs a mechanic shop in town. She worked the front counter all through high school. Now she does the books and runs the office for him." He chuckled, "I bought this old piece of shit, junker car my junior year 'cause she had just started helpin' him out. I don't even know how much money I spent on that piece of shit buying parts just so I could talk to her a minute or two."

"That's just sad." Angel scoffed but settled against the railing. "That's some real, sickly sweet, high school sweetheart shit."

Manny laughed, "Nah, don't get it twisted, she didn't give two shits about me back then. Just another punk ass kid wastin' her time."

"She come around though when you patched in?" Angel assumed the bad boy vibe won her over eventually. Sucking his teeth Manny shook his head, "We were just barely talkin' finally when I prospected in. She didn't hate on it but said she didn't really understand it either. I still don't think she was planning on sticking around at that point." Manny hid another smile against the mouth of his beer bottle. "She'd got to know some of the guys, few of their old ladies, how the club thing worked. By the time we got pregnant I think she finally had figured out they were like a surrogate family for me."

"You knock her up on accident?" Angel snarked at the other Mayan but secretly was hoping Manny might have some more 'sage advice'.

"Shit, any of us ever do it on purpose?" They both laughed, "I wasn't even old enough to buy my own beer, she was in her first month of college... last thing we planned on was havin' a baby."

"That when y'all got married?"

"Fuck no!" Manny threw his head back with another laugh, "I mean listen, I tried, but she wasn't havin' it." He shook his head and kicked his feet up on the porch rail. "Once we got done panicking, we talked it out, she decided she wanted to keep it, I knew I wanted her and the baby, so I did the right thing." Another smile, "And she shot me right the fuck down."

Angel furrowed his brow, "For real?"

"Mhmmm..." Angel was confused, flabbergasted, "But y'all are married?"

"Yeah, only took me like five damn tries!" Manny was enjoying retelling the story too much. He had softened up and felt like oversharing. "Our little girl was standin' up, saying 'mami', 'papi' before we actually got married." With a chuckle he added, a little softer, "The first time I asked her, right after she decided she wanted to keep the baby, she looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Emanuel, I love you, but I can't marry you. We aren't ready yet.' And every time I asked her after that she said the same thing, 'Not yet."

"You put up with all that? Stuck around?" Angel still squinted, brow furrowed, cigarette forgotten.

"Fuck yes I did. I knew we were the real deal. Lookin' back she was right. We were stupid kids tryin' to raise a kid. We didn't know what the fuck we were doing. But, we loved each other, we both knew that, and we loved our little girl. We mighta done some shit out of sequence, but we figured it out, and we're stronger and smarter for it."

Angel found himself nodding repeatedly, mind racing, "And so she just... is okay with all this shit? I mean she had your kid, she married you. Now she's stuck at home with the kid, by herself, while you're a state away doin' some outlaw shit."

Manny snorted, "My lady man, I hope you get to meet her one of these days, then you'll see. Her life don't revolve around me and the shit I get up to, she's got her own life, she only does old lady shit when she needs too." His face hardened suddenly, "But nah, she's not the kind of old lady that you leave sitting at home feeding your babies and waiting to suck your dick when you get back from a run. That ain't the move brother. Your woman, she's your partner, you and her against the world. Want some advice? You, your woman and this baby you're about to have... don't forget that all that exists outside of the club. We don't always get to be there to make sure the car gets fixed and the bills get paid, so make sure she knows how to handle shit. Make sure she knows that when you're gone you're bustin' your ass to get home and that when you are home... you're really there."

~~~~ end flashback~~~~

Laying in bed in the dark he remembered when Canche had given him the same advice all those years ago. He smirked, Canche had seen clear as day that the two of them would make it. He'd told both of them so at different times in those early, uneasy days.

Next to him she shifted in her sleep and Manny couldn't help but reach for her, pull her naked body back against his own and sigh into her hair. His grip on her was tight and he had to fight back the flinch when he felt fingers brush against his arm.

"You okay?" Her voice was faint and half asleep.

"I'm okay mama, go back to sleep." He whispered back, kissing her shoulder as he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

She sighed and wiggled a little in his grasp before settling, "Feels good."

Manny smiled and hummed against her shoulder, dropping another kiss there. His hum turned into a soft groan when she wiggled against him again, "Mama…"

"Hmm?" She shifted slighty, twisted her body to look over her shoulder. The motion causing her hips to twist just slightly, so that his rapidly hardening dick settled perfectly between her ass cheeks.

He groaned again, flattening his hand out wide over her stomach, pressing her tighter against him, "Now I know you're playin' with me." He could hear her smile, that's how well he knew her, she made no sound or movement but he could feel her smiling in the short distance between them.

"That sounds good too…" With the obvious smile in her sleepy, morning voice, she guided his hand lower until she parted her legs slightly and encouraged him to touch her there.

Confidently he swiped his long, middle finger through her folds and could not control the thrust of his hips against her when he felt she was silky smooth and soaking wet. "Jesus baby." He breathed in her ear as he tugged her as close as possible and repeated to motion. Her hips twitching as he grazed her clit with the rough pad of his finger, "Want me to play with you?" He ground his erection against her hip searching for some relief while he waited for her answer.

"Yes please." She craned her neck searching for his lips.

Even in the dark he found them easily. He devoured her, kissing her long and slow, sloppy. He brought the arm behind her head up and held her there, head cradled against his bicep as he kissed her. His other hand continued to swipe the same, long, lazy finger through her folds over and over again, not stopping until he had to pull himself away to breathe. "Roll over." He breathed against her lips and savored the soft drag of her body against his as she rolled over and settled onto her stomach.

She wiggled, knowing what was coming. She loved this. When he would lay her on her stomach and tease her, please her, shower her sleepy body with the attention it craved early in the morning.

His right arm stayed tucked under her head and his body stayed close to hers, but his left hand wandered. Smoother, wide and warm, over the soft expanse of her back. In long, slow, strokes he would caress from her shoulder blade, over her ribs, over her hip and down to the swell of her ass. Dipping between her legs there to tease one single finger through the wetness before sliding his hand up the line of her spine. Where his fingers would circle the back of her neck and apply the slightest pressure before sliding further up her neck to sink his fingers into her hair to massage her scalp.

Manny would continue this motion over and over, occasionally varying his path or pressure. Sometimes he would graze the side of her breast or his fingers would reach a little further around her throat before he applied some pressure. She knew from experience that he could do this for hours depending on how he felt or how she responded.

This morning he was greedy. He eventually began to slip his hand under her completely to grope her breast, dragging her nipple between his fingers as he pulled away. His hand would paw at her ass cheek, squeezing it, jiggling it, even daring to spank her once, sharply enough to hear loud and clear in the silence. Worst of all… or best depending… he began lingering longer and longer between her legs. Finally pushing a finger, that same long and well practiced middle finger, inside her making them both moan. Then he added another and began to move them in and out, only once or twice before he would remove them and use them to drag her wetness over her puckered asshole.

This motion earned him a jerk of her hips each time and eventually he gave up on everything but that. He would fuck his fingers into her until her hips raised off the bed, begging him for more. Then he would remove them from her pussy to circle them around her second hole sending her hips back to the bed and her muscles clenching.

She was moaning into her pillow, breathless and wanting, her arms folded underneath her head and fingers gripping the sheets. "Manny… "

Hearing his name jerked him out of the trance he had slipped into. He slid his fingers down the crease of her behind and smoothly shoved his middle and forefinger into her pussy as far as they could go. His voice rasped against her ear, "Does that feel good baby?"

"Mhmm." She moaned as she once again raised her hips up from the bed, accepting the lazy thrusting of his fingers in and out of her.

Testing the waters he removed them again to circle around her asshole and she moaned again, this time though she kept her hips raised and rocked her hips the slightest bit side to side in time with his fingers. Manny half moaned, half sighed into the back of her shoulder as he continued.

Manny was an ass man and his wifes was perfect. He loved the way it looked in her jeans, the way it fit in his hands, the way it tasted on his tongue, the way it felt on his cock. She loved when he played with her there, teased her there with his fingers and his tongue. And much to Mannys enjoyment she would occasionally be in such a mood that she loved having him fuck her there.

This morning wasn't one of those moods, he could tell, but she was a horny, writhing mess, falling apart beside him as he alternated between sticking two long, thick fingers deep in her pussy and then pressing the tip of his ring finger into her puckered little asshole.

"You gonna come for me mami? Want me to keep playing with you?" He once again circled some of her own wetness around her hole before teasing his finger through the tight muscle. When he removed that finger he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down on it gently before whispering in her ear, "Or do you want papi to fuck you?" and he shoved his two fingers knuckle deep into her nearly vibrating pussy.

That little show earned him a harsh bite to the bicep he was cradling her with but she was moaning while she rolled the skin between her teeth.

Manny smiled and kissed her neck, her cheek and then her lips before sitting up and pulling away from her. He grabbed his pillow, shoving it behind the headboard, then grabbed hers from underneath her, dragging it under the length of her torso to wedge it underneath her hips. He quickly settled behind her and grabbed ahold of her ass with both hands, squeezing and jiggling it before pulling back and landing one more sharp slap against the right cheek.

Her head snapped around and glared at him, one finger pressed against her lips, "Shh!" Her eyes were angry for a split second but immediately went back to pure desire as she took in her husband behind her. The faint light starting to come through the window illuminated his lean and well cut body in the grey early morning light and she could see him mouth out the words, "Sorry baby." While his right hand stroked the length of his cock.

She watched over her shoulder mesmerized as he braced himself on his knees and tugged her backwards to where he wanted her. With one hand he notched the head of his cock against her entrance and the other he splayed flat on her lower back to steady her. He licked his lips and winked at her before he let a drop of spit fall from his mouth to land on her already wet pussy then with his bottom lip between his teeth he used the head of his cock to smear the spit over her opening, mixing it with her own juices, and then pushed his hips forward.

He entered her in one long, perfect stroke and didn't stop until he met the resistance of her cervix.

Beneath him his wife moaned loudly and he leaned forward over her. Hips still rocking in and out as he pressed his lips to her ear and growled, "Better be quiet, remember." With one hand he lightly tapped her on the ass, reminding her of when she had shushed him a bit ago. "I need to put something in your mouth?"

In retaliation to his words she pushed her weight back into her hips and swayed them side to side. Manny lost his rhythm and his balance for a second and fell further forward against her. He hissed against her ear, "Fuck, do that again." She wiggled her hips side to side, as if she was riding him except from the bottom, "Shit, you know I love that mami, come and get it, chase that dick." He pulled out of her about halfway and waited.

Instead she clenched the muscles of her core around him and turned to look at him over her other shoulder, "Rub my clit and I will." She wasn't teasing or being flirty now, only telling him what she needed and he gladly obliged.

Holding his weight up on his left elbow he grabbed hold of her hand from under the pillow, threaded their fingers together and brought them to his mouth. Her pussy clamped down around him again as she watched at an awkward angle. Manny took their fingers into his mouth, two of hers and one of his, and sucked on them. Swiping his tongue around each of them until they were all wet with his saliva. Then he pulled them from his mouth with a pop and expertly moved their hands together, down to rub at her clit.

"Fuck!" She cried into the pillow and her muscles clamped around his cock again, still only sitting halfway inside her.

"C'mon mami, bring that ass back and take papis dick." His words were breathy and harsh against her ear, his breath hot and strained.

Neither of them were going to last long.

When she scooted back and rocked her hips, taking the length of him again they both moaned, more so when she started to sway her hips side to side. Manny bit the back of her shoulder as he fought not to move with her, concentrating on swiping their fingers over her clit in time with her movements and ever so often flexing so that his cock would pulse and jump inside her.

"Shit baby, shit I'm gonna cum… fuck I'm so close, please…" Her voice was still a whisper but it was trembling with the rest of her.

Manny groaned and stroked her clit faster, "I got you baby," He took back control and began slamming his hips into her as hard and deep as he could, "Fuck, I'm right there with you, this pussy is too good mami, so fucking good." His hips were starting to stutter and his thrusts were less controlled. He dropped his weight onto her completely keeping their hands beneath her but now using the motion of his hips and his weight to grind her clit down over their fingers in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god!" Her hips flattened out, chasing the tingling in her clit and Manny was able to go just a little bit deeper.

Hitting that spot hidden deep inside her until he felt her start to shake and convulse under him and around him, "That's right mami, gimme that…" he groaned before he could finish his sentence, his release taking over as he emptied himself into her greedy pussy. He was breathless as he fought to hold his weight off her, his body still jerking and twitching with his orgasm. "Holy shit…"

Every time his body twitched or shuddered his wife's body responded in kind, clenching or pulsing around him and it was a delicious cycle of aftershocks.

They both enjoyed the feeling until Manny noticed the numbness in his hand that was trapped under her hips. He pulled back, pulling out of her with a messy gush of cum and a string of breathy curse words in Spanish. Manny untangled himself from her and fell to the side, trying to catch his breath.

Beside him his wife was still shaking slightly, her face still buried in the pillows.

Manny stroked a thumb over the palm of her hand, sticky with her own wetness, working the circulation back into it until she moved to look at him. Once her eyes met his he brought her fingers to his mouth again to lick and suck them until they were clean.

With a giggle she buried her head back into the pillows and relaxed completely. "Good morning." She mumbled.

Manny laughed, stretched his arms up over his head and sank back into the bedding , "Morning beautiful."

~~~

When she came out of their bedroom showered and dressed in cutoffs and a tank top Manny looked up from the stove with a smile. "Morning beautiful." He threw her a wink as he turned back to the quesadilla he was flipping on the burner.

"Morning mami!" Bella was bouncing up and down on one of the kitchen stools with a mouthful of food.

Manny watched as his wife padded across the kitchen, "Morning mija." She kissed their daughter on the head and then turned to him. She took in the sight of him shirtless and barefoot in just a pair of basketball shorts, "Morning handsome." They gave each other a quick kiss as she passed him on her way to the coffee pot. "Quesadilla's for breakfast?"

"Papi said he'd make whatever I wanted!" Bella spun around on the stool again and again, "So we're having quesadillas and then he's gonna take us to Starbucks on the way to school!"

Manny met his wife's eyes over her coffee cup and winked at her again. "So, you better hurry up and eat if y'all want your Starbucks." He cut up a second quesadilla handing half to her and took a bite of the other half himself.

"Says the one who isn't even dressed yet." She arched her eyebrows at him and leaned against the island next to Bella.

Manny wiped off the skillet and turned the heat off shaking his head. He walked behind his wife on his way towards the bedroom and placed his hands on her hips, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Go ahead ma, pretend you're complainin'." He gave her a pinch to her thigh and kiss to her temple. He spoke up and pointed at Bella, "Okay finish eating and then clean up for mama yeah?"

Bella nodded shoving the rest of her quesadilla in her mouth and hurrying to tidy up the kitchen.

"Happy to have tu papa home aren't you?" She ran her fingers through her daughters hair as she watched her stack the plates in the sink. The smile on her face said it all. "Yo tambien mija, yo tambien."

She helped her daughter clean up and they were done just in time for Manny to come back dressed and ready to go. "Entonces, quien quiere cafe hmm?" Manny ushered them both out the door, his kutte in one hand and keys to his wifes SUV in the other, "Venga, venga, venga!"

Bella went running ahead of them, her backpack bouncing as she ran to the driveway and climbed into the seat before either of her parents could even get out the front door. "The last thing that girl needs is anything with caffeine in it."

Manny chuckled as they walked to the car, "We'll get her teacher a good bottle of wine for teacher appreciation day."

"Very smooth, very smooth. Still though... Starbucks for breakfast, really?"

He smiled as he opened the passenger door and held it open for his wife, "Anything for my girls." He had been gone too long to not spoil them a little.

She drops her voice quieter, "What're you gonna do if we have a boy this time?" Her smile is a little shy but also bright and hopeful.

Manny beamed, "Enjoy a fair fight for a change."

His wife shoved at him playfully, "Just for that I'm gonna do my best to make sure it's a girl. So you're outnumbered the rest your life."

He was still smiling when she climbed into the passenger seat, "You know that's the way I like it." He winked at her as he shut the door and walked around to the drivers side.

~~~

Thank you all for reading!

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