Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

Creating Sanctuary- Armando Aretas (Bad Boys For Life)

As requested by ykkconniee! Fem Y/N

𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the rolling hills of the Mexican countryside. Y/N's modest adobe house stood nestled amidst fields of corn, its walls weathered by time and secrets. She was a simple woman, her days filled with tending to the land, coaxing life from the soil, and dreaming of something more.

Armando Aretas was a man of shadows. His past was etched in blood, his present a dance between loyalty and rebellion. The cartel he served had no room for love, but fate had other plans. One moonlit night, as he rode through the cornfields on a stolen motorcycle, he glimpsed Y/N. Her silhouette against the moon was like a prayer whispered to the stars.

Their love bloomed in stolen moments. Armando would slip away from the cartel's compound, his leather jacket concealing the scars of his violent life. Y/N would wait by the old oak tree, her eyes searching the horizon. When he arrived, dust-covered and weary, she would smile—a secret shared between them and the rustling leaves.

They spoke little, for words were unnecessary. Instead, they revelled in the quietude—the way the wind played with Y/N's hair, the scent of earth after rain, and the taste of stolen kisses. Armando would trace the lines of her calloused hands, marvelling at the strength hidden within. Y/N would press her ear to his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart—the only melody that mattered.

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One evening, as the sun dipped low once more, Armando found Y/N sitting on the porch steps. Her eyes held a sadness he couldn't bear. He sat beside her, their shoulders brushing, and she leaned into his warmth. The cornfields stretched out before them, a sea of green and gold.

"Tell me about your dreams," Y/N whispered, her voice as fragile as a butterfly's wing.

Armando hesitated. Dreams were dangerous—they could unravel the fabric of their clandestine love. But Y/N deserved honesty. "I dream of a life beyond this," he confessed. "A place where we can walk freely, where the sun doesn't hide behind blood-soaked clouds."

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains. "And what about love?"

His heart clenched. "Love is a luxury I can't afford."

"But we have it," Y/N insisted. "In these stolen moments, we're free."

Armando cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "You're my salvation, Y/N. When I touch you, I forget the darkness that clings to my soul."

She leaned into his palm, her eyes closing. "Then let's build our own sanctuary. Away from the cartel, away from the bloodshed."

He kissed her—a promise, a plea, a desperate prayer. "I'll find a way," he vowed. "For us."

"Why don't we start now?" Y/N asked softly, moving so that she was on Armando's lap. She played with his hair absentmindedly, staring into his dark eyes. "I'm tired of seeing you always hurt, always in pain. Let me help to take some of it away..." Her eyes darkened, and Armando could see the lust in them.

He smirked, knowing where this was going. He'd seen that look many times before. "Alright mariposa..." he chuckled, as she straddled him. He picked her up by the thighs and carried her into her house, setting her down on her couch.

Before he could sit, Y/N undid his pants and pulled them down, seeing his erection begin to harden beneath his boxers. She smiled, removing the fabric that prevented her from what she wanted. "I love you, Armando," she told him sincerely as she took his cock in her hand and stroked it, up and down with her hand. "I love you more than anything in this cruel, cruel world. And I think you deserve a life that is much better than the one you have to put up with now." She moved her hand faster and Armando groaned lightly as she began to massage his balls in her other hand. "Allow me to free you from the life you are trapped in..."

Armando tilted his head back as she worked his cock, his breathing growing heavier. "I don't deserve this Y/N, yet you give it to me anyway. You make me feel wanted and loved in a way that no one else has ever made me feel before. Thank you," he said breathily, beginning to feel his balls tighten, ready to climax.

Y/N bit her lip and took her hands away from him for a brief moment to take off her dress and bra. She then moved closer so that her chest was beneath his cock and stroked him even faster. "Go on Armando," she urged.

With one final groan, Armando released his hot seed, painting Y/N's chest with it. She grinned and swiped some up on her finger, placing it into her mouth and sucking on it, savouring his taste. She felt her arousal growing as he gazed lustfully down at her, wanting more, just as she did.

"Y/N, my mariposa," he said as he crawled on top of her, pushing her gently down onto the couch. "You are perfect. And I want to do this with you all the time. I want to have these intimate moments. They mean a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."

Y/N, feeling a bit playful now, smiled sweetly and booped Armando's nose. "Prove it then," she said with a flirty wink.

Armando couldn't help but roll his eyes at her adorableness. His hands found the waistline of her panties and he ripped them off, tossing them to the side. "Gladly."

His fingers moved to her clit and began to play with her sensitive folds, making her gasp. He spread her wetness around her clit with his index finger, taking some of it and rubbing it on his cock. He then positioned himself over her so that his tip was teasing her entrance.

Y/N bit her lip and wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips up so that he entered her halfway. She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her tight walls... it felt amazing. "M-More..." she stammered out, silently begging Armando to move. Armando smirked at her desperation and obliged, pushing himself so that he was fully inside of her. She cried out in pleasure and reached her arms up to grip Armando's shoulders tightly. "Oh, fuck... Armando!" she exclaimed.

"That's right mariposa..." he leaned down so that his head was right beside her ear, his voice a low growl. "Let Daddy know how he makes you feel." His hot breath hit her ear as he spoke, never letting up on his thrusts.

Y/N's eyes rolled back and she could feel herself beginning to tighten around his cock, her release upon her. "I'm g-going t-to cum," she breathed out in between moans and whimpers.

Armando nipped at Y/N's neck, leaving marks in his wake as he moved across it. "Cum for me, mariposa. I know you want to," he mumbles against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. She cried out Armando's name as she came around his cock, her juices squirting all over the couch. Armando's cock pulsed inside of her, a sign that he was reaching his climax as well. As Y/N was riding out her high, Armando came inside of her, filling her with his seed.

He pulled out of her and looked at the mess they had made with a smirk. "Well, that was fun," he murmured, scooping her up into his arms so that he was holding her as he stood. "We can worry about the mess tomorrow, let's just go lie down."

Y/N leaned her head against Armando's chest and closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, in no position to argue. "That sounds nice," she replied, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

He carried Y/N to the bedroom and sat her on the bed, tucking her in gently before getting into bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

"This is what our sanctuary is going to be like," she whispered tiredly. "When it finally comes to fruition."

Armando hummed contentedly in her ear. "That sounds perfect, mariposa..."