🌺A hot new drug is popping up all over Tijuana and rookie cop y/n is the first on the scene. What happens when she's trapped in close quarters with the wild Narco Prince Ramon.
🌺Pairing: Ramon Arellano x Y/N
Warnings: 🌺 Sex!Pollen, dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping)
🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4
Blurbs/Imagines:
Tipsy pool Ramon
🔫 BETO : GRINGO HUNTERS
🔫 Lines We Didn't Mean to Cross (18+)
Beto was your coworker. You may be harboring a small crush on the resident Casanova but up until now you've both kept it professional. What happens when your mission goes awry and you're both put in an impossible situation.
Warnings: PinV Sex!, forced intimacy, coworkers to lovers (kind of), undercover, gun violence, mentions of prostitution, mentions of human trafficking, crime rings, canon related crime, forced intercourse, fuck or die... SMUTTTTT voyeurism if you squint
What kink is it where like every time I see a hot fictional man I dream about him being like a war lord or something and just being his spoiled little war prize, overly guarded, wanting for nothing, lazing around all day enjoying the spoils… I need help yall 🙃
bad bunny songs that i associate with each character in narcos: mexico (DTMF edition)
Ramon Arellano Felix
a/n: what is this? who knows but i wrote it so here you go
ramon: kloufrens
¿Cómo diablos vo'a olvidarte
Si ya te vi sin ropa?
this just gives me ramon vibes off the bat because that would absolutely be him
because you can't tell me that he isn't like once your mine you're always mine kind of thing
i promise you he has prints of your nudes in his wallet this isn't up for discussion
finds himself staring at them more than he would care to admit or maybe he does because he is physically impossible fo feeling shame
and in the song
Me paso stalkeándote pa ver qué hace'
now you know his ass is stalking you; always happening to show up in the same places as you, sitting in the back of the same restaurant
you're not even going to their clubs anymore and i can see his ass finding out which club you liked best and buying it
being in the vip section of the club man spreading and with the biggest smile on stupid smile on his face
nodding his head at you "que hubo, princesa"
you wanting to slap the stupid smirk off his face but lets be honest it may turn it on even more
but like it says in song you're a player profesional so it's not like you shy away from making him stare and long for what you guys did have
you both live for this dynamic of getting back at each other and honestly you probably spend more time trying to impress each other than you did during your actual relationship
If anyone reads A/B/O can you submit some of your favorite like parts of the genre? Like what makes an A/B/O fire ya know? I’m going to take a crack at writing some but I need advice
[ 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫 ] by clicking the SOURCE LINK, you’ll find a total of 195 gifs of manuel masalva ( b. 1993 ) in NARCOS: MEXICO S03. manuel is of mexican descent. you are allowed to crop/resize/edit/add texture/use in crackship. however, please make sure to credit and link me. show your appreciation by donating to any of the causes linked on my gif page or to my ko-fi, thank yew ! like and reblog if you find this useful ! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
TW : guns, violence, blood, flashing lights, drugs and alcohol, character death.
hi I know this might kind of seem like a random ask, but do you write abo? it's a less popular genre but I like NEED a Ramon abo fic plz no one writes for narcos anymore
Hi anon! I actually received a DM about this like years ago and never got around to it. Honestly I've never tried writing ABO and I'm not all that familiar with it, but I can definitely try!
Alright here's the warnings: if you're under 18 please preserve your childlike innocence 😂 and vacate the premises.
PULSE - Ramon Arellano x Y/N
🌺 Sex!Pollen fic
Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping.)
Your week back at work hadn’t been easy.
Trying to keep calm despite having the deadliest narco prince “maybe” on your ass, you were positive the stress was taking years off your life.
Everything that could have gone wrong was going absolutely into the shitter. Multiple bad tips, a failed raid, and worst of all, pulse was starting to crop up in clubs. You were drowning in coffee and sleeping under your desk every night now, too uncomfortable to go back to your apartment.
Every bump in the night you were convinced it was a sicario at your door sent by none other than the Ramon Arellano. Nights at the station were getting long anyways, there wasn’t really a point in going home you reasoned. Better then having Daniel finding your body in a ditch somewhere.
You hadn’t even moved the bag of cash out of your living room. It’s still sitting next to your fireplace. You contemplated burning it. It was dirty money after all. That cash was drug money… Ramon Arellano’s money.
You refused to accept it. Your morality was too strong. But you couldn’t exactly turn it into the station. That would open too many questions. You know Daniel would pry, along with the chief. They’d wonder how you got it and that was definitely out of the question. You absolutely couldn’t tell them you slept with the enemy in a drug induced haze and in return he left you a bag of cash… and he also happens to know where you live now.
You decided once your anxiety about returning to your apartment died down, you’d take the cash and give it out to the charities around town. Hopefully some good can come from it.
“Another night under the desk?” Daniel asked snapping you out of your thoughts. He came into the office with a bag of pastries as a steaming cup of coffee.
“Yup.”
“Y/N, you need to actually get real sleep. You’re starting to look like a corpse.” He nodded in your direction.
“I just don’t want to be alone.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes.
“I know being trapped in a concrete box is like traumatizing and all that, but you’re going to burn out if you don’t sleep.”
“I am sleeping.”
“Laying on a pallet under the desk is not good sleep.” Daniel spun around in his desk chair, “Besides, you’re going to see a lot more traumatizing shit with this job so you gotta get over it sooner or later.”
“How do you do it?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I just do.”
“Officer Y/L/N and Officer Ramirez, I have another case here from the Chief.” The secretary you see every day came skipping into the office with a manila folder.
“Thanks, Maria.” Daniel smiled at her watching her leave in her tight pencil skirt.
You shook your head and reached for the folder. Daniel saw you and snatched the folder up before you could get your hands on it.
“Nuh uh.” He shook his finger at you, “Go home. You’re calling in sick today and you’re going to catch up on your sleep. I can’t have you running around on half a tank. You’ll get us killed if you’re not on your A game.”
“Are you serious?”
“Mhm.” Daniel stood up taking his coffee with him along with the report.
Giving you no choice, you stood up feeling the fatigue in your body. You bent down and grabbed your bag along with your house keys and a fully loaded gun. You said your goodbyes to the other officers and detectives before informing Maria you were going home for the day. She was sweet about it, and told you that she’d let people know you were out. With a smile, you turned to leave the station.
Walking down the stairs towards the car park, you started to feel the all too familiar anxiety creep up on you. You hadn’t been in your apartment for days. You sighed and unlocked your car, started it up, and drove home. Luckily the station wasn’t too far, but the lull of the engine had started to make your eyes feel heavy.
Pulling into your street spot, you hopped out of the car and locked it dreading the climb up the stairs to your front door. You groaned internally and flipped through your keys before grabbing the one to your door.
You heart started to race as you pushed the front door open only to find everything exactly how you left it. You sighed in relief and threw your work back on the floor next to the door along with your shoes. You walked into the kitchen only to find the fruit in the bowl on the counter had molded and pretty much everything in the fridge was spoiled.
Deciding to throw everything in the trash, and just order take out later was the best decision you had ever made. The second your back hit the plushness of your mattress you were out, and you couldn’t care less about food at the moment. You didn’t even change out of your uniform. The exhaustion of the past week finally had caught up to you.
You had been in the deepest sleep of your life until a loud bang startled you awake. Reaching for your gun, you sat up feeling your heart race.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Standing up, you quickly force the sleep out of your system. It was replaced with vicious adrenaline. You were about to step out into the hallway when you heard your next door neighbor through the wall.
“Shit.” You shook your head and put your gun back in your belt to rub your eyes.
They must have slammed their door again.
You took in a deep shaky breath and settled down. You chastised yourself for being so pathetic.
Ramon probably just sent the money as a one time thing. There is no reason for him to be lurking around here.
You were a cop after all. A low ranked one at that too. You weren’t important enough to waste any time on. You were being paranoid.
Once you talked yourself down and got your shit together, you stripped from your uniform and turned on the shower to scrub the last week off. Once clean, you put on your comfy clothes and phoned in your order to the restaurant a few blocks away. The clock read 6:00pm and you frankly were impressed you were able to sleep for so long without being awoken. But, now you were definitely passed hungry and very excited for take out.
You grabbed your purse and looked at the gun on the nightstand. You went to reach for it, but remembered what Daniel had said earlier. You just have to do it. Your gut knotted up with uncertainty but ultimately you decided to leave it.
Your ego couldn’t handle seeing yourself as weak and decided since the restaurant was only a few blocks away you’d be fine. Making sure you have cash on you, you slipped on your filthy sneakers and left the apartment to grab your dinner.
You waved at your neighbors on your way down the steps before stepping out into the street. Everything was busy as people were making their commutes home from work and you saw all the familiar faces you had gotten to know over the past few months after moving into this town.
The lamp lit roads guided your way down towards the local restaurant and you actually had felt relaxed.
The warm breeze was comforting along with the music spilling out from people’s balconies as dinner time approached.
You turned right into the yellow painted restaurant were you smiled at the receptionist. She took your payment and handed you the bag of take out that smelled heavenly.
You waved goodbye before making your way back home. This definitely beats the break room food you’d been barely surviving off of the past few days that was for sure.
Your stomach growled as you unlocked your door and stepped inside to kick your shoes off. Making your way over to the kitchen you set the steaming bag of food down along with your purse and turned to grab a plate from the cabinet.
The moment you set the plate down a shuffling noise made you freeze in place.
“Princesa.”
Your blood ran cold.
No.
Putting your fork down, you turned very slowly towards the living room by your couch. Sitting on the leather chair next to the window was none other then Ramon fucking Arellano.
You instinctively reached for your gun only to find your waist band empty.
“Looking for this?” He stood up holding up your weapon giving it a good wave. It looked small in his hands.
You were scared. You’ve never felt so naked before. Standing before him now, he seemed so visceral. He radiated power and strength. He reminded you of a jaguar. He was wild, and untamed and it made your blood run ice cold.
You felt like a deer in the jaws of a predator, waiting for him to snap your silly little neck.
You put your hands up showing him you mean no harm praying he’d let you live.
“What do you want?” You trembled.
“Where have you been?” He asked leaning against your mantle.
“What?” You narrowed your eyes.
“You haven’t been here.” He looked around at your apartment.
“You’ve been watching me?”
He snorted and crossed his arms, “Of course.” ...of course... you shivered.
Your heart thumped in your chest. You felt like you were going to faint. Nothing felt real anymore. There’s no way Ramon was in your apartment right now. You forced yourself to suck in oxygen.
“I thought you would have sent one of your boys after me.” You studied his lax posture. He raised a brow watching you shift your weight... you wanted out. You were nervous.
You sighed, “I was at the station.”
“For five days?”
“Shits been crazy no thanks to you.” You accused with snark.
He smirked. You realized he likes it when you’re feisty. He makes that face.
“And I wasn’t wrong.” You gestured to him, he in fact did come after you, “So what do you want? You want to kill me? Just get it over with.”
He crossed his arms keeping your weapon in his grasp.
“I don’t want to kill you baby.” He stood up straight and took a few steps closer to you even though you backed up into the kitchen, “But I definitely can’t just let you go.”
“Why? Is it the money?” You shook your head, “I don’t want it, just take it.”
“It’s not the money baby.” He crooned and set the gun down on the table next to the couch. He continued his prowl towards you, and there was nothing you can do but press yourself into the pantry door and pray.
“I didn’t tell anyone.” You started to tremble again as he neared. When he came into the full light of the kitchen you could see his features clearer than ever. The last time you had been this close he was so far deep inside you, you were seeing stars.
His scent was beginning to fill your senses again and you couldn’t stop the chills that ran down your spine. Fuck.
“Of course you didn’t baby.” He backed you up into the pantry and boxed you in. His voice was honeyed as he towered over you. You looked down at his exposed chest and undone buttons, intimidated by his intensity, but Ramon didn’t like that. He pushed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him. The same hand brushed against your cheek and then moved your freshly washed hair out of your face.
You trembled under his touch, and looked up at him with wide eyes, “Why are you here then?”
He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I want you, Y/N.”
Chills vibrated through your entire body setting it on fire. You turned your head away from him desperate for air.
“Why?” You whimpered. He ran his fingers down your neck like he had that night, and it made you weak. Suddenly he firmly wrapped his hand around your neck pinning you in place. The images of a deer in the jaw of a lion replayed in your mind, and in this moment you had no doubt that Ramon held your life in his very strong hands. He could snap you in half right now if he so pleased.
He leaned forwards and placed a kiss to your forehead, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head princesa. I smell you on me…my clothes, you’re like drug baby.” He squeezed your neck a bit feeling your pulse race beneath your skin, “those damn pigs have been keeping you away from me, hm?” He pressed another kiss into your forehead, “I came to see you a few days later, and you were gone.”
“How did you find me?” You whispered.
He chuckled, “You’re one of three female officers in this town.” He smoothed your hair back, “I saw your cafe punch card and put it together.”
You sighed. You had no idea it was that easy.
“My men also have been keeping their eyes on you. Didn’t want my princesa getting hurt now, hm?”
You looked up at him suddenly feeling a bit more bold, “You ruined my Santiago Street raid!”
“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes playfully.
You scrunched your brows, “I got in so much trouble for that!” You shoved him even though he still gripped your neck.
He smirked, “I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward but you shoved him again.
“Arellano!” You chastised.
He hummed.
“Arellano, you gotta go.” You whined, “You can’t be here.”
“Why not?” His eyes trained on your lips, “I like it here.” He looked hungry.
“Because!” You tried pushing him off again but he didn’t budge, “I’ll lose my job. They’re going to think I’m your informant.” You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, “My partner he’ll-“
“Your partner?” He gripped your hip in his other hand possessively.
“Yeah, my partner.” You felt his thumb push past your waist band and rub warm circles into your hip bone making you stutter, “H-he’s going to n-notice.”
“Ramirez right?” He smiled wolfishly.
You swallowed thickly praying this wouldn’t lead anywhere bad. You nodded a yes. He obviously already knew there is no point in lying.
“You like him princessa?” He asked.
You shook your head no, “not like that.”
Ramon smiled at that, “And what would Ramirez think if he saw you right now, hm?” His hand moved further up your belly pushing your shirt up as he felt your burning skin.
“He’d t-think I’m a traitor.” You whimpered feeling Ramon’s hand cup your breast. You struggled to breathe feeling the heat spreading throughout your body.
His touch was becoming rougher as he squeezed you through your bra making you gasp. You instinctually grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt. Before you could correct your actions, Ramon surged forwards and pressed his lips to yours. You melted immediately. He felt so good. All the memories of that night flooded back and you moaned into his mouth.
He responded eagerly and shoved a knee between your legs only adding to the desperation. Your bodies melded together as the two of you pushed into each others clothes desperate to feel the other.
You broke the kiss first trying to suck down air making him growl and surge forward again. He needed to be on you, he was addicted to it. With your hair like this and out of it’s slick bun, you looked just like you did that night. He couldn’t control himself. He deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth feeling you get even more turned on. He felt your little hands on his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt before you shoved it open and trailed your hands all over his firm chest.
And then just like that, you snapped out of it.
Breaking the kiss, you looked at him and reared your hand back before slapping the absolute dog shit out of him.
His head whipped to the side and you immediately covered your mouth in shock you had just done that.
Cursing yourself, your saucer eyes watched him turn back to face you as he felt where your hand had collided with his cheek.
“I…I-“ You stuttered also in shock. Your words weren’t coming to you.
He narrowed his eyes and studied you for a second. Your heart raced and you were sure he was going to gut you like a fish for that.
He took a step back to look at you, leaving you pressed up against the pantry. Then without a word, he leaned forwards and bent you over his shoulder before lifting you, and carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall of your apartment towards your bedroom.
You yelped as he threw you onto the mattress with a bounce. He was on you in a second with a fire like you hadn’t ever seen before.
“R-Ramon-“ You tried to get the apology out, but he had his lips on you again clearly not interested in hearing it. You realized the slap had made him even more feral as he tore away at your clothes like he had that night high as fuck on pulse. The man was animalistic.
He shredded your panties off, promising he’d buy you more.
Ramon had every intention to keep seeing you, you realized.
He wasted no time shoving your legs apart and diving in with his mouth. There was no lead up, he needed you on his tongue and he needed you now. The fantasy of it had plagued him for the past two weeks.
You cried out feeling his hot tongue on your leaking pussy. Your hands went straight to his hair as he licked and sucked with ferocity. You thrashed and flailed with the intensity of it all. He had you on the brink of screaming with his no mercy approach to eating you out. He pinned your hips down not giving you an inch.
“Ramon!” You cried out feeling your orgasm approaching.
He just latched on harder refusing to let you go. He wanted to watch you fall apart. He needed it. Just as quickly as it it had started, it came to an end. You came as he licked up your orgasm ignoring the way you flinched from overstimulation. You quickly realized Ramon was one for taking what he wanted, and right now he wanted you to come as quickly as as hard as he could make you.
He second he let you go, he started kissing up your thigh giving you a moment to recover. You panted heavily but wanted to feel him against you. He had too much clothing on. You had to change that.
Sitting up, you pushed him back to paw at his shirt. He watched you with awe as your shaky fingers shoved the fabric from his shoulders. He hadn’t understood where this obsession was coming from.
In front of him, you were all woman, but he knowledge that you were forbidden to him only made you so much more intriguing. None of the other girls in his social circle kept a death grip on his mind like you had.
The Narco and the Cop.
He liked the danger you provided.
You weren’t like any other woman he had ever come across. He knew after he had scaled the bricks of pulse and shimmied out of the vent windows, that he had to see you again. His boys told him you weren’t at your apartment and he had started to get impatient. The moment they confirmed you were in fact back home, he dropped everything to come here.
You snapped him out of his thoughts when you pulled at his chains again. He bent down to push his nose into your hairline breathing in deep while you peeled his pants away from his body. When he was bare, he couldn’t help but shove you back into your plush pillows. He liked your bed much more than the hard concrete floor back in the distribution site. Your body glowed under the light of the moon coming from the window, and he dragged his fingers down you side admiring everything about you.
“Pretty girl.” He muttered before knocking your knees apart and lining himself up.
You gripped onto his biceps as he surged forward and stretched you open. He caught your moan in a kiss before slowly beginning to thrust feeling all too familiar.
Unlike the night on pulse, he actually gave you some mercy. You grappled at his smooth and toned body as he picked up the pace. He was brutal and calculated, listening to every little noise you made he made sure to fuck you just how you liked.
He was addicted to watching you come.
He realized he’d do anything to hear you moan like you do.
Then suddenly, with a burst of strength, you maneuvered him over onto his back with a swift shove. He looked up at you startled as you began to ride him with no abandon. None of the girls he has been with take charge like this. He thinks he likes it. Usually they just let him do whatever he wants.
But not you... not his princesa.
Sliding his hands up your body, he cupped both of your tits and gave them a good squeeze making you cry out. You looked so pretty riding him. He couldn’t help but buck up into you watching your tits jiggle.
“Arellano!” You moaned out clenching around him feeling your orgasm approaching. He then grabbed you by your neck and flipped you over onto your back pinning you in place. He drove down into you at a punishing pace living for every moment that you clenched viciously around him.
“Come princesa.” He growled.
“Fuck!” You threw your head back as you came. You nails dug into his back and arm throwing him over the edge. He bucked into you spilling himself inside your velvet walls with a grunt.
He stayed on top of you for a moment before slowly sliding off to the side making the mattress bounce. Breathing heavily, you turned to look at him with those same doe eyes from two weeks ago. He was in trouble he reasoned. One look with those eyes and he’d be on his knees.
You ran your fingers over his dewy skin causing bumps to arise as he cooled down. The higher you went, you were met with his midnight eyes. He looked down at you and you swore you saw a moment of softness come from him.
“Why me?” You were unable to hold the question in any longer, “Aren’t you supposed to stay far away from people like me?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
He was being sincere. You could tell. You might be a new cop, but you could always tell when someone was lying. Maybe he’s attracted to the thrill. Riding on the edge of being caught by the police. Who knows? Maybe there’s still pulse in his system and he’s partially delirious.
You sighed, “You’re making my life difficult you know.”
He smiled, “What part?”
“All of it.” You shook your head, “I should be arresting you, but instead you’re in my bed…naked.”
He smirked, “Aressting me?” He crawled on top of you. “You want me in cuffs that bad baby? All you have to do it ask.”
You huff, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure princesa.” He squeezed your hips sending a chill through your body.
You shove him playfully, “I’m serious.”
“Well you’re off for the weekend, yeah?” He leaned over to the discarded clothes on the bed and pulled out a tiny envelope handing it to you. You took it and sat up to look inside.
“Is this what I think it is?” You looked up at him with a raised brow. He nodded with a boyish grin. The hot pink powder inside the envelope was unmistakable.
“Arellano… I am not doing drugs with you.” You put the envelope down, “I just spent the whole week busting my ass trying to get rid of this shit.”
He nudged your cheek with his nose before planting a kiss to your forehead, “Just a little?” He then pressed another kiss to your neck and then another.
“Arellano, I’m a cop for fucks sake.” You whimpered as his mouth suctioned to your delicate skin. He was marking you, you knew it.
“You don’t have to be baby.” He purred using his weight to push you back into the pillows.
“But-“ You moaned softly as he made his way down to your nipple and suctioned onto it, “I want to be.”
“You want to be the good guy, huh?” He crooned moving to the other breast and repeating his actions.
You moaned in response.
“You want to stop the big bad Narcos, don’t you princesa?” He moved his hands further down until he reached your pussy. Sliding his pointer through your wet and swollen folds, he settled on your clit and moved in very precise circles. You whined pathetically as the pleasure surged through you.
“How about this baby,” He bit down gently on your nipple, “I have some very very bad men in my way and I’ll give you tips on their whereabouts as an apology for ruining your raid.”
You shuttered as be brought you hurtling towards another orgasm.
“And what do you want?” You heaved, “In return?”
You were getting closer and closer to your release.
He smirked and released your nipple to look you in the eye, his fingers never stopped until he saw your pupils dilate and you hurtled over the edge.
Hi everyone! 1-3-26 I re-mastered my Ramon series called PULSE.
I'm still keeping up the OG parts, but they'll be stored here, not on my master list.
Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy my newer version. I wrote pulse when I was just starting to get into writing around 2021 and I re-watched Narcos MX recently and I felt like I could make it so much better after having a refresh on our precious Mon.
Alright here's the warnings: if you're under 18 please preserve your childlike innocence 😂 and vacate the premises.
PULSE - Ramon Arellano x Y/N
🌺 Sex!Pollen
Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping.)
The stakeout started off like every other. You, Daniel, and a mountain of used up coffee cups stacking up in the center console. It was getting later and later with no changes. Daniel had brought some late night dinner while you polished off your fifth cup of coffee. You had been following this group of narcos from a warehouse in the industrial part of town, and then to a smaller distribution building across from a storefront. The beat up cop car disguised as a normal everyday car was becoming your home. These stakeouts seem to become more and more common these days as this new problem grows.
Next to the bodega, was a busy local club filled with neon lights, and a long line out the front door with awaiting customers. Judging by the crowd attending, you were positive this was a low ranking narco hang out. You and Daniel gave up chatting a few hours back and you let him close his eyes for a bit on the first shift while you kept yours glued to the warehouse door. The caffeine pumping through your system helped keep you focused and your heart rate elevated.
You studied the people. Even as a rookie, you had a keen eye. That’s why the sergeant was so quick to pair you up with one of his best officers. You were a quick study he had said. You were determined to climb the ranks.
Snapping you out of your reverie, Your radio clicked before you heard the lieutenant’s voice crackle through, “Y/L/N someone’s coming.” Just as his signal went out, you punched Daniel awake.
He yelped and splashed his coffee onto his lap making him groan,“What?!” It was probably still hot.
“Look!” You pointed outside the wind shield unable to contain your enthusiasm.
Daniel scrambled to sit up as he looked at the approaching vehicle. Your heart began to race as the car passed by. It was a red mustang, but it wasn’t just any mustang…
It was Ramon Arellano’s red mustang.
You couldn’t miss it. You had studied this very car for months back at headquarters. It was unmistakable. Just as much as its driver was, and manning the car was no other than the youngest Arellano himself. In the passenger side was his most trusted friend, Kitty. You had only ever seen surveillance photos of these two, it almost didn’t feel real. Seeing them in person felt like a dream.
You could only ever dream of seeing these men, being that you were still kind of a rookie. You had gotten this tip from a somewhat suspicious source and it took days of convincing and pathetic groveling to get your chief to give permission for this stake out. The federales had only agreed to send a tiny handful of men to accompany you as no one believed this would lead anywhere big. But to yours and every else’s surprise, it just had.
Feeling the adrenaline begin to pump through your veins, you were revving yourself up. Ramon pulled his car up and put it into park before hopping out with Kitty. He was so much taller than you had suspected... especially compared to his brother. The two skipped into the distribution site at the end of the street bumping fists looking elated as ever. Kitty tucked a pistol into his waste band not bothering to conceal it whatsoever.
Grabbing your radio, you pushed down on the receiver going to everyone’s comms, “I have eyes on Ramon Arellano.”
You didn’t even give Daniel a second to shove his coffee soaked napkins into the cup holder before fiddling for his gun stowed in the drivers side door. He grabbed his walkie before darting after you, “Y/N is going in! Send back up.” He shoved his radio back onto his vest and jogged to catch up to you, “This wasn’t apart of the plan!” He whisper yelled as he caught up to you. You were nearly to the door at the end of the road when you saw the federales sneaking up the side walks with their riffles in hand. Everyone was ready to take a hit at the Arellanos. They’ve been dominating this city for too long.
“We were just supposed to observe!” Daniel sneered as the men prepared to bust down the door. He sounded nervous.
“We will never get an opportunity like this ever again!” You replied flicking the safety off of your weapon before stepping behind the soldiers.
Daniel just grunted watching the men line up the battering ram.
“I promised Chief I wouldn’t let his rookie get hurt on her first stake out.” Daniel also prepared his gun, “Don’t do anything stupid. Let the men handle it.”
You scoffed, “The men?” You couldn’t believe he would say something like that, “Fuck you Ramirez.”
Before Daniel could respond to your anger, the soldiers bust open the door with one strong swoop. You’d have to bar this conversation for after the raid. One by one, the soldiers swarmed into the building. It wasn’t a mere second before there was open fire. You heard the yelling before you saw anyone, but when you did, it was mayhem.
Men in ridiculous patterned silk shirts scattered around shooting wildly like unhinged mad men. You kept behind the soldier in the back holding onto the back of his vest moving forwards into the warehouse keeping your head low. All around you the air filled with white dust as the narcos and soldiers fired bullets into the plastic wrapped cocaine. You tried to not breathe it in as best as you could but you knew you’d be exposed to some regardless.
In the corner of you eye, you noticed a big stair case where Kitty and Ramon darted towards the second floor. Ramon stoped to shoot every few steps.
“Up there!” You yelled to Daniel who shot a narco to his right. His bullet hit the man directly in the chest blowing him backwards. “Two o’clock!”
“Got it!” Daniel yelled following your lead. Darting away from the main fire fight, the two of you ran up the stairs following after the two men. Half way up the stairs at the first landing, Kitty poked his head out from behind the cement railing and pointed his gun directly at you. You felt Daniel throw his entire weight into you sandwiching you between his body and the wall before Kitty could pull the trigger. Daniel fired back forcing the Narco Jr. to dodge behind the barrier again.
“Go!” He growled at you. You nodded and took off, running up the last flight of stairs prepared for Kitty to be squatting down right there. However, when you turned the corner he was gone.
“Fuck!” You yelled looking around at the labyrinth of doors, “He’s gone!”
“Divide!” Daniel nudged his head in one direction and you took the other. You nodded and took the south side. The fire fight down stairs continued along with more yelling and gunshots. You entered every room gun first waiting to find one, if not both, men hiding out in at least one of them. The buildings surrounding this one were a little too far apart to escape too. You heart really began to race the longer this dragged on, your odds were growing slimmer. A shoot out is one thing, but waiting for a jump scare is another. Your caffeine filled body was vibrating with anxiety.
You’d be dammed if you let your nerves get the best of you. Approaching the last room on the left, you took a deep breath and adjusted your grip on the gun. He’d have to be here or else-…
The sound of gunfire cut you off.
Daniel’s yelp of pain echoed through the hall forcing you to spin around. Kitty had darted from his view and from what you could see, he landed a solid shot to Daniels dominant shoulder.
He was fine.
You sighed in relief. Not a vital hit.
In pain, Daniel was fine. In between the two of you, some run away narcos made their way up the stairs wasting no time in firing at recklessly at you. You ducked into the last room on the left before getting a chance to fire back.
Before you could even register what was going on. A looming 6 foot figure also open fired at you, barely missing by a mere inch. You yelped and shot back clumsily hitting a bag full of hot pink dust stacked on the far wall to his right…
Ramon Arellano.
And the look on his face at the sight of the loose dust floating around him made your stomach drop. A huge plume surrounded him in a fuchsia cloud. You raised your gun again but before you could demand he drop his weapon, the loudest boom shook the entire upper floor. You both stumbled as the grenade began to topple the foundations and crumble the roof blocking your only way out. The floor began to slant in your direction causing bricks of the pink powder to roll your way.
Fuck
Everything shook including the floor as what you guessed was more of the building collapsing around you two.
“Shit!” He yelled as shrapnel had pierced through the thin plastic wrapping. Fuchsia dust began to fill the room at an alarming rate. He grabbed his shirt to cover his mouth and nose before raising his weapon again.
When he pulled the trigger however, it did nothing but click empty.
He was out, “puta madre.” He chucked his gold encrusted gun but made no move to uncover his nose. The cloud was rapidly consuming the room
“What is that?!” You asked keeping your weapon trained on him.
He didn’t answer. It was sweet.
“What the fuck is that!” You demanded a little louder trying to cover your nose with your elbow. God it smells so good.
He shook his head, “You don’t want to breathe that in baby.”
You sneered at him and aimed your gun just to his left and fired. He barely flinched and frankly was a bit shocked a cop, even a feisty one like you, would fire such a trick shot. The smoking bullet impaled permanently into the wall next to his head. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed… even a little.
“Tell me asshole!” You screamed but you knew it was too late. Both of you had already inhaled it. It coated your uniform and your exposed skin. You batted at it. It was definitely already in your system and the rush from the pursuit had most likely already began to circulate it through your system. Damn all that coffee.
It still hadn’t settled and it seemed to just float through the air with a strange weightlessness. The closer you looked, it even sparkled. Little glitter particles floated all around you in a seductive dance.
“You stupid cops. You have no idea what you’ve done.” He shuffled to sit down but you got nervous and kept your weapon on him. He dropped the silk shirt to keep both hands up silently asking you not to shoot.
“Shut up asshole.” You growled.
When he was fully seated you were shifting your weight back and forth looking around for a solution. Being barricaded in a room with one of the most dangerous men in the world was not helping your nerves and you had no idea what was going on outside. The thick layer of cement and rusty metal roofing kept you from escaping. Trapped… like an animal.
The one remaining lamp flickered pathetically in the corner of the room illuminating the stark room.
Ramon watched your every move. He watched you search for a possible exit. Even test the weight of the fallen building materials. You wanted out. He wondered if you were claustrophobic the way you were nervously looking for a way out.
The thing that caught your eye was the super thin windows at the top of the room that was used to let the heat out on hot days. It was nearly fifteen feet above your heads however and there were only two tables in the whole room. Nothing to help either of you out.
“You good sweetheart?” He asked with a raised brow.
You huffed and continued analyzing every detail about the room. There was no way out. You were going to have to wait it out in this room with a murderer and what you guessed was a metric ton of god knows what substance was still floating around the room.
Leaning yourself against the furthest possible wall, you narrowed in on Ramon watching him check his gold watch. Suddenly you were filled with rage and the heat of it was inching up your spine.
“You’re new huh?” He asked without looking at you.
Now it was your turn not to answer.
“I can tell.” He then leaned his head towards you, “Want to know how I can tell?”
You crossed your arms, “Shut up cabrón.”
He smirked at your fire, “It’s your eyes. You have that look.”
“What look?” You glowered.
“That one.” He laughed, “The fire. Almighty justice and all that.” He waved his hands around.
“Funny.”
“It is.” He sighed, “So when are your friends going to get us out of here?”
“I don’t know if they’re even alive.”
He pointed to your radio velcroed to your vest but when you looked down it was shot. The pathetic plastic was crushed probably from when Daniel threw you into the wall. You picked up the flimsy thing with a look of despair that would have been comical if the situation hadn’t been so terrible.
“So then we're stuck?” he sounded annoyed.
“What about you then? Hm?” You waved your hands around, “Your boys coming to get you?”
“Not if you pigs are hanging around” He nodded towards you, “looking for their little princess.” He checked his watch again.
“Call me that again and I'll put a bullet between your eyes.”
He snorted and crossed his arms before leaning his head against the wall like a dick.
You were about to say something when suddenly the room started to get hot.. like really hot. and you struggled to take a deep breath to calm yourself. Instead, you felt more of the powder coat your tongue and the sickly sweetness overtook your mouth. It was impossible not to want more. You licked your lips getting more of the taste on your tongue.
You began to pace. Too uncomfortable to take your bulletproof vest off while in the presence of a famously violent drug boss, you settled for trying to fuss with the straps. Rubbing the fabric between your fingers your continued to pace unable to control yourself.
Ramon didn’t even open his eyes to know you were beginning to feel the effects, “If we ever get out of here, I will literally give you 10k to stop pacing.” he noticed the way the red flush was rising up from your neck to your face. He was certain the same thing was happening to him. The room was starting too feel too warm too.
“I don’t want your money.” You snipped. Your clothes were beginning to feel too tight and the agitation was becoming unbearable.
He grunted, “Thats what you all say… at first.”
Loosing what little patience you had left, you growled and pointed your gun at him and pulled the trigger.
When no bang went off, he looked at you with a genuinely shocked expression.
...your clip was empty, and you had tried to shoot him...
“Ugh!” You yelled and threw the useless weapon over into the same corner with his.
“You were going to shoot me?!” He exclaimed.
“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re dead or alive when I bring you in!” You yelled tugging at your collar, “It’s fucking hot in here!”
He shook his head in disbelief, “It’s all your pacing. Sit down.” He checked his watch again making you snap your head towards him.
“What are you checking huh? Late for a hot date?” You snarled feeling nothing but agitation.
“No,” He sighed trying to keep his heart rate down, “Our thirty minutes are almost up.”
“What does that mean?” You stopped moving and he visibly tensed.
“It’s going to hit soon.”
“What is going to hit?”
He swallowed thickly, “the pulse.”
“What the fuck is pulse?”
He looked at the pile of pink spilled powder, “An aphrodisiac.”
You raised a brow, “like Viagra?”
He shook his head, “No. It’s much worse.” He stood up slowly and walked over to the spilled bricks before nudging them against the far wall with his foot, “It makes all other instincts fall away. You forget about everything except sex. It makes you want to fuck, or be fucked. It’s how it’s designed.”
“You guys are on some fucked shit.” You shook your head in disbelief, there’s absolutely no way, “And how much did we ingest?” you almost didn’t want to know the answer.
“Enough.” He ran his hand through his prince charming hair.
You shook your head contemplating this whole situation. You were now trapped in an enclosed concrete box with a 6 foot tall, handsome, murderer who seems to be growing more and more attractive by the second, along with being high off of a new sex drug… with no weapons. You could laugh. Honestly. This is ridiculous.
“How long until it wares off?” You asked checking your own watch.
He shrugged, “Depends how much you have, but like… hours.”
“Hours!?” You screeched. The hot flashes were getting strong. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and neck. You had to sit down.
“Sorry princessa.” He went back to his former seat in the opposite corner to you.
You were so uncomfortable you didn’t even pay his nickname to mind, “How much longer?”
He looked you over, “Judging by your looks, any minute.”
You groaned and pulled harshly at your collar. You prayed someone would come and get you. You prayed Daniel and the federales were still alive and someone was looking for you. You let out a pained laugh knowing the chief was going to chew Daniel out about this. If only he knew the extent of this whole situation. A drug like this getting out on the streets would be devastating.
He groaned, “What are you laughing at?”
You lulled your head in his direction, “Chief. He’s going to kill me if I survive this.”
He hummed and shoved his hair out of his face feeling it stick to his now sweaty skin. He was beginning to feel the effects. The fever, the chills, and the tell take rock hard boner pressing up painfully against his black pants. You moaned in discomfort but the sound went straight to his dick. He bit his own tongue trying to stay lucid.
He knew neither of you had much more time before you’d resort to baser instincts.
Feeling yourself begin to loose a bit of control, in your moment of weakness, you began ripping at your bullet vest desperate to get it off. You couldn’t take it anymore. It felt offensive to keep it on your sensitive body.
“Shit.” Ramon mumbled staring at your obviously large tits. You didn’t even care you were just relieved to feel a bit cooler.
“All lady cops look like that?” He asked with an undertone that gave you goose bumps.
You felt your nipples harden and you whined still feeling constricted. Ramon wasted no time ridding himself of his shirt which didn’t help your situation at all. You could feel your heart beat in your pussy just staring at him. Fuck. Even his damp skin looked perfect. You cursed him. You cursed him with everything you could think of. He used the shirt to wipe away the sweat building on his face.
You closed your eyes and drew your knees up into a ball feeling it burn through you.
You were positive your underwear was ruined and the pulsing feeling spread to the rest of your body. Mindlessly, you started going at the buttons on your shirt feeling like you were going to melt away if you didn’t find some sort of relief. No longer caring if the narco prince saw you naked, you yanked the wet uniform shirt off leaving you in your lacy bra that literally no one ever got to see.
While you tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him, for your own sake, he didn’t try nearly at all. He all but gawked at you liking the way your slicked back hair was beginning to loosen up from all of your fussing and sweat began to slide down between the valley of your breasts.
He swallowed thickly trying to imagine how soft your skin is and how good it would feel up against his.
He cleared his throat and clapped himself in the face, coming back to his senses. You were a fucking cop for christ sake. His sworn enemy.
“Arellano?” You whined.
He shot his head up a bit too eagerly. He reminded you of a puppy. All too hopeful for a treat.
“Are we going to die?” You asked feeling like you wouldn’t be able to take much more, “It hurts.”
You whimpered crumbling to your side feeling like your bones were melting. The urge to touch yourself becoming too strong. You were loosing your grip on control and slipping deep into your sub conscious.
Somewhere in Ramon’s less rational side of the brain, felt the urge to crawl over to you. He fought it as long as he could knowing you’d gladly slit his throat. When he hadn’t heard your whimpering in nearly five minutes he finally snapped and crawled over to your limp frame.
“Princessa?” He asked nearing your trembling body. Fuck. He didn’t like the way you were looking. It made him panic. How much had you both ingested?
Grabbing for your vest, he saw your name badge and damaged radio. You also had an empty candy bar wrapper tucked into a side pocket along with a voucher card for a local coffee shop twelve visits often.
“Y/N?” He leaned over you and placed a clammy hand on your feverish forehead. You moaned as his skin made contact with yours. He nearly came from the sound. You rolled onto your back and threw your head back baring your neck to him.
“Jesus.” He couldn't help it. It was definitely the drugs in his blood, but you looked so perfect. So small.
The fiery cop who was going to shoot him for talking was gone and instead a woman laid in front of him. A very high, very horny woman laid before him.
When you didn’t feel him touching you, you reached for his chains yanking him down to you. He didn’t resist at all and let you guide his hands to where you wanted him. You didn’t care about anything besides feeling his skin on yours. You’d die without it. You were convinced.
When he did oblige you, it felt like heaven. Truly. Everything about Ramon was intoxicating. The way he towered over you had you dripping. He was so big in comparison. You purred as his hands touched you. They touched and squeezed every part of you he could get his hands on. Your lacy bra didn’t last long nor did either of your pants.
You couldn’t help but touch him. He smelled so good it made your toes curl. The expensive cologne filled your senses along with the sweet floral scent of whatever plant made up this seductive drug. You dug your fingers into his thick fluffy hair yanking him down to kiss you.
The moment your lips touched his, he gave in. The man was feral. Yanking you up from the cold cement floor, he carried you over to where the pile of clothes was forming trying to at least give you some buffer before he fucked you into the floor.
He leaned over and kissed you again, this time wrapping his massive hand around your neck and squeezing enough to make you moan.
God why is he so hot?
Why does he feel so good? You should be repulsed but there was no part of your brain that wanted him to stop. You wanted Ramon Arellano more than air. It didn’t matter if the very hands that brought you pleasure were the same hands that ended countless lives. You no longer cared.
He broke away and kept his hand on your neck preventing you from taking charge or moving from the spot he held you in. His other hand made quick work of your panties and his Versace boxers leaving you both bare.
You audibly gasped at the sight of him. He was big. You knew it was going to stretch you. You’d never been with a man as big as him, but it must be the drugs, because you felt no hesitation, only want. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you were going to implode.
“Arellano please!” You pathetically begged trying to grind your hips up towards him. When he didn’t budge, you huffed in frustration, “It hurts!”
He looked down at your blown irises seeing how desperate you were. He smirked and released you neck, “I know princesa.”
You were about to sit up in protest, but he quickly manhandled you over onto your hands and knees. You naturally leaned forwards pressing your face into his crumpled silk shirt and stuck your ass even higher for him. This way he had a perfect view of your dripping pussy.
Wasting no time, he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his thick tip through your folds. You nearly cried when he finally surged forwards and filled you to the brim. The sweet ecstasy of relief replaced the burning ache. You both moaned as he slowly began to move. The wet noises coming from your drenched core normally would have had you embarrassed but you didn’t care in the slightest.
Ramon felt like he died and went to heaven. Nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life. Pulse only amplified the feeling.
“Fuck, princessa, your pussy feels so good.” He growled fisting your hair before yanking you up into an arch against his chest. You reached behind him for leverage as he picked up his pace, starting you rail you. You cried out for him mumbling incoherent words as the only thing you could think about is his perfect all consuming cock stroking you.
His hands snaked around your front, one grasping your tit, and the other traveling down between your legs going straight for your clit. You screamed when he rubbed you just the perfect way making you shake and convulse as you quickly approached your climax.
He grunted and leaned forwards a bit, feeling you clench around him. He was getting close and feeling you clenching around him wasn’t helping.
The coils in your stomach were tightening and you trembled as your orgasm approached. In a matter of seconds, Ramon Arellano had you cumming hard.
You whined as he fucked you through it giving you no mercy. His thrusts remained powerful even through his own orgasm as he spilled inside you. He continued to thrust inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you. You didn’t complain. The orgasm tempered the heat, but it still lingered.
You even cried out when he pulled out leaving you feeling too empty.
The two of you collapsed on the pile of discarded clothes feeling yourselves return to consciousness for a bit.
Ramon was the one to reach over first and run his fingers along your neck as your lay on your side facing away from him. You shivered.
“I still hate you.” You grumbled.
He let out a breathy laugh and rolled onto his back tucking his hands under his head.
“You’re the one who begged me to fuck you, princesa.” He reminded smugly, “Arellano please!” He mimicked with a cheesy grin, “It hurts! Even gave me those big doe eyes.”
You rolled over and punched him in the side. He groaned clutching his side slightly impressed by your strength despite the drugs flooding your system.
“I told you to shut up.” You rolled back over facing away from him. You hated yourself. The feeling of just having had sex with literally one of the worst people on the planet, no matter how sexy he might be, or how big his dick is, or how soft his hair is, or how warm and inviting his brown eyes are… you shook your head snapping yourself out of your bullshit.
This is Ramon Arellano. Drug trafficker narco headass who shoots up tunas in public parks and has a strange obsession with explosives and guns.
“-and she’s back.” He wheezed out trying to catch his breath. You scoffed.
After a few minutes you could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. You rolled over onto your back to look at him keeping what distance you could.
“You’re nuts for selling a drug like this.” You disapproved.
He shrugged and broke eye contact to stare up at the ceiling, “I had no clue it was like this.”
You hummed and hugged yourself. The cold floor was seeping into your skin through his silk shirt. Then you noticed the thrumming ache return back to your core.
“You really shouldn’t be a cop.” He shook his head. Your first instinct was to be offended, “It won’t make a difference and you’re going to end up dead… or worse.” His voice was like honey and you barely registered anything he said.
All it did was add to the fire stoking inside you. You were slipping in again.
He noticed your irises grow into huge saucers and that you suddenly got really squirmy and grabby.
“Awh, poor thing.” He teased. Watching your small body writhe with the drug. He leaned over to run his fingers down your neck again and I he watched as you responded with a purr and leaned into his touch. As soon as he touched your skin he began to feel the effects. Your small body was covered in goose bumps and sweat. He couldn’t help but to lick your neck to get your scent in his nose which in turn sent chills down his spine. Why did you smell so good? He couldn’t get enough. He licked and kissed all the way down your body making sure to give special attention to your breasts but when he noticed you getting squirmy and wanting him lower, he smiled and continued south.
Sitting back on his knees, he looked down at you laying beneath him. Your hands reaching for his as your eyes were nearly black. You looked cute. So soft. Your fiery side dulled down, left you a whiny subby mess beneath him. You didn’t even fight him when he cupped the back of your knees and spread your legs wide for him revealing the most glorious sight he’s ever seen. Your swollen pussy was covered in him. He spilled out of you making a big mess between your legs and Ramon nearly came from the image.
“Holy fuck.” He whispered leaning down to press kisses up the inside of your legs. He couldn’t help himself, he went to scoop some of his cum with his fingers before pushing it back inside of you making you cry out and thrash a bit.
“Behave.” He commanded making you stop in your tracks. You were desperate for his cock you’d do anything he asked.
He couldn’t wait much longer and lined up to thrust into you. Feeling his cum leak past him as he entered you was like nothing he had ever felt before. Your cries were like a drug in within its self and Ramon lost himself inside you all over again. The drug quite literally made him forget his own name. The only thing he could think about was cumming inside your perfect pussy.
This lasted long into the night.
You two would finish and lay there in silence until it started up again, and you would ride him until the frenzy was gone. Or he’d have you on your hands and knees begging for him all over again until he was satisfied. You were so full of his cum it should have been impossible to go this many rounds. The pulse drug was giving you two unnatural stamina and the highest sex drive any human could imagine. And by the morning you two knew every inch of one another as it was literally impossible to stop.
The drug didn’t ware off until the morning sun hit the ceiling roof and by then you were exhausted. You had pulled your uniform shirt back on at some point in the night, though both were thoroughly ruined.
~~~
You were awoken by men screaming and scrambling up towards the second story. You fly up from your little nest you had made looking around realizing you were still trapped in the warehouse.
You stood up on wobbly legs feeling dirty and gross and very very hungover.
Looking around you realize you also were very much… alone.
“Y/N?!” Daniel’s voice rang out through the rubble.
“Daniel?!” You scream running over to the enclosed door, “I’m in here!”
“Jesus Christ!” He yelled, “We thought you were dead!”
“No I’m trapped in here!” You could cry from happiness.
“Hold on! We’re gonna get you out!”
“Okay!” You reply and turn to scramble to pull the rest of your uniform on. Looking around, you grabbed your bra and pants but kept searching for your panties. When you couldn’t find them you gave up and yanked the rest of your uniform on trying to look as presentable as possible and not like you had just been throughly fucked for hours.
“Daniel?” You yelled through the wall tucking your gun into your holster.
“Yeah?”
“There’s a crazy ass drug in here! Please be careful!”
“You okay?”
Well, ain't that the question of the year.
“I think so. Though I think it’s a bit hallucinogenic.”
“Oh damn okay!” His voice could be heard along with the others.
It took forever, but they eventually cleared enough rubble to get through and a paramedic team rolled through with hazmat suits on. Daniel came in with a mask on looking around.
“What the hell happened?” He asked looking at the room you were held up in.
“I was chasing Ramon, and we both got trapped in here. You guys must have left, because we both tried to shoot each other but our clips were empty and eventually we fell asleep. I hadn’t woke up until you guys got here.”
“You said the drug was hallucinogenic?” He turned to look at the bricks of pink powder stacked like a pyramid up to the crazy high window.
“Well, I was exposed to it and I swore I was here with Ramon Arellano.” You were in a bit of disbelief. “But I woke up and he escaped somehow?” You were just as confused. It all had felt so…real.
“We all thought after Kitty shot me and scaled the neighboring roofs, you had taken off after Ramon.” Daniel was inn shock of the amount of drugs in this room.
“We searched all night through the city trying to find you. We thought Ramon had shot you or something.” He was also in disbelief.
“Well, I was here.” You crossed your arms, “Safe and sound.”
“Jeez kid.” He sighed and rubbed his beard.
“I just want to go home.” You sighed, “I feel disgusting.”
“Alright.” Daniel agreed and lead you out of the rubble, “Let’s get you home.”
~ ~ ~ Three Days Later ~ ~ ~
Chief gave you a week off after ripping Daniel a new one. He felt bad you had been left to fend for yourself in a Narco strong hold. Frankly you think it’s because they figured out what the pink powder really was and they deduced that you endured that. Of course they’d never say that, or ask about it, but you can put two and two together. Chief clearly didn’t want to know…
Walking over to your kitchen to pour a second cup of coffee, you heard a firm knock on your apartment door. Setting the mug and pot down, you walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole.
No one.
Hmm.
You unlock the door and look around seeing no one. When you go to step out onto the landing, you kick a big blue bag with tissue paper. Bending down you look at the strange bag and scooch the tissue paper aside revealing cash… And lots of it.
You rip the rest of the tissue paper out and grab the yellow envelope addressed to “Officer Y/N”
Upon opening the envelope there was no card, just a polaroid picture. You remove the photo and flip it over and your stomach drops.
In the frame is your pair of lacy panties and a very smug Ramon with a cheesy grin holding them up. At the bottom of the picture was “Thanks for these Princessa” You looked at the rest of the contents in the bag revealing to be exactly 10k American Dollars. By those was another note tucked into the paper band holding the bills together, “For not pacing - R.A.”
You could slap the shit out of him.
You stepped out further onto the landing looking for who might have dropped the package off. You half way expected him to be waiting at the end of the block in his red car waiting for you to spot him.
He wasn’t.
Then the eerie feeling began to settle in. Ramon Arellano knows where to you live… All he knew about you was your first name and somehow he still found you. You became anxious. Do you report this to your boss? But then you’d have to tell him everything and you didn’t think you’d be able to go into work after that. You literally fucked the enemy.
Proof reading/ editing my Beto fic rn and I'm already itching for season 2. I hope they're going to release a follow up. I usually don't like law enforcement/cop shows but this one was actually so good and I ofc miss Beto
Beto was your coworker. You may be harboring a small crush on the resident Casanova but up until now you've both kept it professional. What happens when your mission goes awry and you're both put in an impossible situation.
18+ only! if you are a minor please vacate the premises thank you.
Warnings: PinV Sex!, forced intimacy, coworkers to lovers (kind of), undercover, gun violence, mentions of prostitution, mentions of human trafficking, crime rings, canon related crime, forced intercourse, fuck or die... SMUTTTTT voyeurism if you squint
This is not proof read or edited. Also if you're a Manu Editor I beg you make a scene pack! I need Beto Gifs!! Especially that one scene if you know what I mean...
The team is quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that only happens when everyone already knows something big is coming.
Nico stands at the front of the room with his arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes tracking the team as the door clicks shut behind the last of you aka Camila. She scoots inside to fit along side you and Beto waiting to hear what Nico was so eager to go over.
A photo flickers onto the screen behind him, grainy and taken from a distance. A man stepping out of a black SUV. Expensive watch. Careful posture. Someone who just screams organized crime.
“This is Daniel Mercer,” Nico says. “American national. Former hedge fund manager. Current fugitive and human trafficker.”
His picture was one of the longest standing cases up on the bulletin board. You had first been recruited years ago, Temu had put his picture up. Nearly forgotten at this point, Daniel Mercer had been one of the most illusive criminals on your large to-do list.
Many had tried to snag him, but all had failed.
Thats how his file ended up under the ILU.
Nico clicks again. New images: various beautiful women on his arm in private clubs, hotel corridors with harems of women following him around in expensive outfits. These images were fresh. It really peaked your interest, finally having an update on the bastard after all this time.
Archie leaned forwards in his chair to get a closer look.
“As we know, he launders money through “escort services” and private events. Cash only. No digital trail. We’ve tried buyers, mules, middlemen. He smells cops every time, Temu tried everything but he’s too slippery.”
You feel Beto shift beside you as he stares at the images. Clearly he’s been itching for this one for a while too.
Nico glances down at his tablet. “Mercer only deals face-to-face once he’s convinced you’re real. And by real, I don’t mean paperwork. I mean vibes. The man is paranoid. He usually deals through brokers, but your intelligence spotted him a few days ago in an Airbnb in Baja. He’s making a large investment. ”
Gloria steps forward before anyone can ask the obvious looming question.
“The investment is a high priority op.” she says. “Members in the intelligence office have strategically gained access to one of his brokers, where we set up a meeting. One of us will be posing as the pimp, selling high value sex slaves for his elite clientele. Daniel Mercer is under the impression Rafa is a dealer. We’ve set up the entire cover.”
The word hangs in the air like a weight. You noticed Camila bristle uncomfortably next to you. You’ve all taken on some extreme roles in the past but this one seems to be in its own league.
“He watches how people stand together. How they touch. Who defers to who. If it doesn’t feel lived-in, he walks. The other agents couldn’t do it. He sniffed out their stiffness nearly immediately. He only works with other men that share his… ideals.” Nico looked sick.
Another image appears: Mercer leaning in close to a woman, hand at her lower back. Possessive. Performative.
“We need him to make the meet,” Nico continues. “And to do that, we need him to believe he’s looking at something he desires..”
“You’re the best fit,” Nico cuts in. “You’re calm under pressure. You don’t overplay your hand, and you always do what needs to be done for the mission. And you,” he adds, nodding at you, “can sell a role without trying. You’re the best amongst us.”
Gloria folds her arms. “Your cover is simple on paper. Beto a pimp. He’s the illusive Rafa. You’re his girl. He brings you to prove he’s legit and that he has desirable product.”
Beto’s jaw tightens as he processes’.
Your heart rate rose despite your forced emotionless exterior. Fuck.
You’ve worked with Beto for years now. You two were close as close gets. You’ve been in more life or death situations together can you can even remember and he’s always had your back. You would die for the other. Literally. But something about this was undeniably uncomfortable.
You’ve also been harboring a little secret.
It was your biggest guilty pleasure.
You have quite the crush on him.
It started after being stationed with him on a stake out in the beginning of your career when you witnessed the way he finessed some hookers for information, and the way he smooth talked them had changed something in your opinion about the man.
You controlled it though. No one suspected anything. You were a professional after all and a damn good actress.
This however— this was definitely putting you in some hot water.
“And before you say anything,” Gloria adds, already anticipating it, “no one’s asking you to cross a line you can’t walk back from. But you are going to have to be convincing.”
“What does convincing look like?” Cri asks from the back with a mocking cackle. He was loving this… a little too much, “Those two reek of cop.”
Gloria doesn’t miss a beat. “It looks like a power dynamic. Beto has to look in control. She has to be subservient.”
Silence.
Great.
“He’s going to test you,” she continues. “Separate you. Watch how you move. Push for reactions. If you hesitate, if you look like coworkers pretending— he walks.”
“If you’re lucky.” Cri shook his head, “He killed the last agent that tried to infiltrate his ring.”
Nico gestures to the screen. “Well let’s talk mission objective: We need the meet to get his phone. Once we have that, we get the hell out of there. We need the information on his trafficking ring, his contacts, evidence, whatever it takes.”
Beto finally speaks. “And if this escalates?” He sounded hesitant, “We’ve all read the file. The previous female agents were forced into performing for him. We’re not putting Y/N in that position.”
You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath fighting down the nerves.
Gloria meets his gaze evenly. “Then your cover has to hold.”
Her eyes flick briefly to you, then back to him.
“You have to look like you’re sleeping together. He won’t ask you to prove anything if it’s believable.”
Beto exhales slowly, controlled. “I don’t like this.” He was right. It was treading a little too close to the line.
“No,” Nico says quietly. “But you can do it. And you’ll keep each other safe. We’ll be in-n-out as quickly as possible. It should never escalate to that point anyways.”
The room goes still as the weight of it settles in of what they’re facing.
Gloria taps her tablet once decisively. “We’ll rehearse. We'll rehearse until it looks effortless. Because once you’re inside, there’s no room for mistakes. We have to be perfect.”
Her gaze sharpens, something knowing in it already.
“Mercer won’t fall for bullshit,” she says. “He wants a supplier. He needs to think Beto owns her. She needs to reflect a perfectly trained escort.”
She steps back, folding her arms.
“So,” Gloria finishes, “let’s see how well you two pretend.”
~
The safehouse is uncomfortably quiet. Camila helped you into your cover outfit to practice in and get a feel for. A slutty two piece top and mini skirt. The heels brought you up to Beto’s shoulder height, perfect for your little fake dynamic.
It wasn’t the first time you wore a disguise similar to this, but it was the first time you felt truly exposed.
Beto refused to look at you making your entire body thrum with anticipation.
He’s been reluctant this entire time, clearly dealing with some deep morality issues.
A single lamp is on, casting long shadows across the bare walls. The windows are covered. The furniture is sparse. Just a coffee table, some couches, and too much empty space in the middle of the room. The only thing of clutter was all of the team’s surveillance equipment and Camila’s computers.
“Stand there,” Gloria says, pointing to the center.
You clear your throat and lift from your perch on the couch’s arm rest. Taking a moment to find your persona. You step into the light, sauntering into character. You allowed yourself to loose your cop like stiffness and lean into your delicate femininity. Your hips swayed and your ankles crisscrossed like a lithe cat making Beto swallow nervously as you sashayed closer.
Beto stays where he is, near the wall. Arms crossed. Posture guarded. Like he’s bracing for impact.
Nico watches him for a moment before speaking. “That won’t work.”
Beto looks up like a kicked puppy. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Exactly,” Nico replies rolling his eyes.
Gloria circles slowly, eyes sharp. “Mercer won’t believe in a men who hesitates. He’ll believe in a man who already assumes obedience from others. He’ll be looking for your dominance.”
She stops in front of Beto. “You’re acting like a cop.”
Beto exhales through his nose. “I’m not acting—”
“You’re apologizing with your body,” she cuts in. “Your shoulders are pulled back. You’re giving her space. You look tense.”
You keep your face neutral, even as heat crawls up your neck. You don’t look at Beto. You know if you do, you’ll give yourself away. Instead you focus on keeping your eyes cast down demurely and seductively in character.
Gloria gestures. “Close the distance.”
Beto doesn’t move.
Nico steps in instead to demonstrate. He confidently puffs out his chest, bringing a hand up to cup your face directing you to face him. You looked at him through your lashes as he guided you dominantly to the lone chair in the center of the room. You followed his lead never taking your gaze off of him as he forced you to sit on the chair. The energy was heavy. You’ve never seen this side of Nico before. You didn’t know he had it in him. He made it very easy for you as he took the lead. When he took his hand off of your jaw, you both turned to look at Gloria and Beto as they watched slightly mesmerized.
He was proving how to use his masculinity to effortlessly guide your feminine energy. It didn’t take much. Just a gentle guide.
Beto’s jaw tightens and his lip scowls, “Since when is Nico a fucking Casanova?”
“Beto.” Gloria says tilting her head towards you.
He takes a tentative step. Then another. Peeling himself from the wall. You stand up again sauntering, waiting for his touch.
He stops just short of you, like he’s hit an invisible wall. He can’t seem to bring himself to do it.
Beto swallows clearly fighting himself.
“What is happening Beto?” Gloria put her hands on her hips, “You two have been fake couples before on missions. Why is this so hard for you?”
He just shakes his head, “I-I don’t know.” He stared past you, “I can’t shake that this isn’t going to end well.”
“Because of the other agents?” Nico asked.
“I’ve seen those files. What he did to those agents—“ Beto’s lips pursed, “I can’t do that to my partner.”
Hearing him say it like that. So final, so protective. Made something in your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t explain without letting your professionalism slip.
You feel it then—the way the room shifts. The air thickens. You keep your breathing steady, even as your pulse ticks faster. God you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to protect you in that primal way.
Nico just watches as Gloria approaches the two of you. “You have to touch her.” Gloria walks up behind you pressing to your back. You instinctively melted into his as you felt her hands rest on your hips, “Y/N knows what’s at stake.” Gloria leaves forwards and you tilt your head to the side in a way that would entice anyone. She dove into the crook of your neck and moved her hands experimentally up your sides until they brushed over your clothes tits, “She’s done this before.” You and Gloria looked directly at Beto watching him shift his weight.
You caught the way his composure faltered—jaw tightening, breath shifting—and the realization that you’d done that sent an indulgent spark of satisfaction straight through you.
He had his tongue in his cheek watching the two of you melded into one. It looked too natural. Both of your acting skills were impeccable. He watched her take control of you and you morph into something submissive and unfamiliar, “Y/N won’t mess up.” She kissed your neck and you just opened up for more grinding back into her. If Beto didn’t know any better he would have assumed you were both lovers, “Don’t fumble the ball—and she won’t end up in those files.” You both stopped abruptly making both Beto and Nico clear their throats from the manufactured tension.
You watched with piqued interest as he quickly forced himself to focus.
“Hand,” Gloria says.
Beto lifts his hand like it weighs too much.
She places it at your waist. He sighs knowing they don’t have another option. Nico was right. You both were the most qualified. You both fit the roles you needed to play. Clearly you were alright with this…
Beto wasn’t sure what to do with his other hand… That didn’t stop the stomach flip, but you keep your expression calm. Professional. You don’t flinch under his warmth.
“That,” Nico says flatly, “is not ownership.”
Gloria reaches out and physically adjusts his grip—firm, decisive. “Here,” she says. “Not tentative. Like you expect her to react to your touch. Y/N won’t bite.”
Beto’s fingers tense. You feel the change immediately and the years of strength behind them.
He looks at his hand like it doesn’t belong to him.
“I don’t think this is the right way to go about this.” Nico s cut in.
Gloria just shot him an amused look, “Oh yeah? What do you have planned Casanova.”
“I just think Beto’s too in his head. Y/N’s a coworker in his eyes. His partner. It’s too formal.” He looked at the two of you—“Y/N… kiss him.”
Beto nearly barked out a protest, but you agreed with Nico. Before he could flee, you grabbed his wrists and yanked him forwards so you could stand up on your tiptoes to press your mouth to his. He froze immediately. But you pushed on, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders urging him into you giving him no space to run.
It was only a mere moment before Beto finally began to melt into the kiss. He finally allowed the tension and awkwardness leave his body before he wrapped himself around you making your entire being ignite with wanton flames.
Damn.
You slowly pulled away returning to your normal height, keeping your seductive eyes trained on him. He took a half second to open his eyes and catching his breath realizing what you had just done.
Nico just gave a low whistle, “See?”
The two of you gazed at each other for another precious moment as you both basked in the post kiss glow. However — the spell was broken when the front door slammed open with Archie, Cri, and Camila returning with lunch in hand.
Beto forced himself back giving the two of you space to catch your breath.
“Did we miss something?” Cri asked whipping out the tacos.
~
“Beto, we need to be comfortable with each other.” You currently stood between his legs as he nearly coward away from your look.
“You’re acting like she bites bro.” Archie giggled with Cri.
Beto looks at you, “I’m plenty comfortable.” He looked around the room to the others, “This is just awkward.”
“We’ve played couples before. I even taught you how to magic mike.” You smirked remembering the bachelorette party.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, “I-I know— this is just… different.”
“Just do what feels right.” You leaned forwards caging him in, then you placed a knee on the couch cushion at the juncture of his legs. He sucked in a nervous breath. You couldn’t help the little smile that quirked on your lips before you swung your other leg to his side, before the other mirrored. You completely straddled him and settled down on his hips.
“Aye man we’ve seen you at the bars.” Cri teased, “We know you can seduce all the women.”
You couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy, but you shoved it away. You were currently planted on the mans lap…
Beto settled his hands on your hips urging you even closer. You placed your hands on his bulky shoulders and braced as he slid you as close as possible.
“Okay. Mercer needs to see that you have control.” Nico said, “In the past the other agents didn’t look natural, they hesitated. They also didn’t quite fit the descriptions. Y/N will only be able to carry a small pistol under her skirt or else they’ll see. And Beto—“ He pulled out the narco gun, “Toma. La pistola del pendejo.” He smirks. “Narco estándar. Mucho oro, poco gusto.”
Beto laughed.
“My favorite one.” Cri sighed longingly.
Nico set the gaudy weapon down, “So don’t pull her skirt up too much… they can’t see she’s armed.”
“I’d keep her perched on one leg if you can.” Camila said pointing out the obvious, “Skirts like that don’t stay… and Beto would currently have a pistol pointed right at his—“ he gestured to his crotch.
You looked down… true.
Beto effortlessly picked you up and readjusted you to sit on his one leg.
“Manspread more.” Gloria waved at the two of you.
You and Beto adjusted. He relaxed into the couch keeping a territorial arm around your middle, effectively holding you to him as he took up space on the couch.
She nodded, “Better. Now you actually look like a douche.”
“And me?” You asked, “What kind of woman does Mercer prefer?”
“From what we can tell—“ Archie pilled out the file, “expensive.”
Cri gobbled down a taco, “He has a taste for expensive prostitutes. He also seems to get off on sleeping with other men’s women.” He held up a group of images showing surveillance of him sleeping with women who were in relationships with his friends.
“So not the shy and meek.” You confirmed leaning against Beto.
“No.” Gloria said, “I’d stay quiet, but look him in the eye. Defer to Beto and let him do all the talking.”
You nodded in agreement.
Nico stepped forward, “I think we need to practice the entrance agin. From the top.”
Beto sighed and squeezed your sides.
You stood up adjusting our skirt, “Can I practice with the pistol?”
Gloria scooted to the side of the table to retrieve the tiny gun.
Definitely not your normal Glock.
You leave Beto behind as you walk over to the girls. Camila hands you the thigh holster. You unceremoniously lifted your heeled foot and placed it on the chair as you stepped into the single thigh band.
Cri let out a low whistle watching as you slid it up as high as it could go on your thigh.
You threw him a playful wink as you took the concealed weapon from Gloria and tucked it into the secure pocket.
“Like a bond girl, eh?” Cri elbowed Archie who just nodded.
“It feels a little weird but it will work.” You stood up right, “I just want to make sure my walk doesn’t look weird.” You skipped over to Nico then began to pace across the room.
Gloria nodded, “Looks good.”
“You wouldn’t even know.” Archie said watching as you cat-walked back and forth letting the holstered weapon move with you.
“So what happens if we’re separated.” Beto asked watching you study your walk in the mirror, “You all need to swoop in fast because I’m not letting something happen to her.”
Your pulse quickened at Beto’s tone, his hesitancy was based in some gut feeling he has, you could see that now.
Nico exchanged a quick glance with Gloria.
“If something happens we’ll be right there. Archie and Cri will be posing as waiters. Camila will be watching cams, and Gloria and I will be near by posing as a client and another one of Rafa’s girls.”
Beto nodded.
“Can you pull this off?” Gloria’s tone became gravely serious, “Because this is all going to be dependent on you. You have to make him believe. Then Nico and I will grab his phone.”
Beto nodded, “I can do it.”
It was settled.
Tonight, you were going into the lion’s den.
~
The elevator door dings and you adjust your mini skirt one last time feeling your heart begin to race.
The diamond choker around your neck suddenly felt suffocating as Beto slid his hand to your lower back possessively.
The doors slid open and the heady music drifted into the lift followed by warm lights and the sound of people laughing and chatting.
Beto guided you out of the elevator, stepping forwards before you do. He was dressed well. A fitted white button down, sleek suit jacket, and a pair of slacks that hugged his ass just right. If the situation wasn’t so dire, you would have taken the time to admire him.
He walked forwards, not hurried, or hesitant, but like he belongs there. He must have locked in because his acting was even better than after the hours of rehearsals. You felt a wave of male dominance you were unfamiliar with and it made your skin warm.
His touch was firm enough to anchor you and definitely passed as habit. You let yourself fall half a step behind him and into his side, just enough to sell the fake dynamic. You clung to his arm letting him guide you.
Gloria and Nick peel off to the side seamlessly. Gloria was posing as one of Beto’s other girls. She paired up with Nico who posed as an eager client. Gloria looks different tonight—her hair styled, short dress, expression unreadable. She slips her arm through Nico’s, posture relaxed, eyes lowered in a way that reads obedient to anyone who doesn’t know her. To anyone watching, she belongs to Beto too.
Cri and Archie were already inside posing as waiters and extra eyes.
Beto leans in, voice low. “Remember,” he murmurs, not looking at you. “I lead.”
You nod once. “I follow.”
The words are for the cover. The steadiness is for him. You could tell he was a little nervous but to a stranger you wouldn’t know.
A selfish part of you wished you’d be able to experience this outside of a mission cover. You honestly enjoyed being on his arm, it was nice, and comforting.
You two make your way over to the bar where Beto cages you in. He orders drinks for both of you, no doubt catching the curious glare of the one and only Daniel Mercer.
He perched himself on the couch surrounded by a small harem of women no doubt trafficked under him. He laughed with various groups of men who were happy to try out his merchandise. Meanwhile. Beto took your chin and angled you up to look at him. You fought to breathe despite your training. Beto’s deep brown eyes warmed your core as just blinked softly down at you.
From a distance it looked like he was instructing you, but he spoke softly, “Did you spot him?”
You nodded and cast your eyes down to his lips, “He’s on the couch. Many suspected victims with him.”
Beto nodded and released your chin. He then looked to Gloria, giving her a command with his hand that appeared like he was urging her to service the client. But really it was code for the target confirmed.
Your heart raced. This was always the part of the missions that made you vibrate with excitement.
Once you both had your drinks in hand, you straightened Beto’s tie like a lover would as he scanned the room. Once he made eye contact with Mercer and tipped his cup in his direction, Beto guided you both over to some empty couches. He sat down and you obediently plopped yourself down into his lap, leaning against him and nuzzling into his neck adoringly. You caught the way Beto’s throat bobbed from the action making you buzz.
He instinctively manspread just like Gloria had instructed and pressed his lips to your temple.
He ran a possessive hand up from your knee, to your thigh, and then settling on the inner v of your legs. His finger tips just barely brushing against your concealed holster. Your entire body was on fire now. His calloused hands were addicting you could barely focus on the task at hand.
It took everything in your body to fight back the shiver of excitement as he settled into the couch sipping his drink and enjoying the ambiance.
Archie made his way over with a server tray offering the two of you more drinks and snacks which you politely declined but acknowledged his presence.
You unconsciously wiggled in Beto’s lap, adjusting your seat, and wrappedyour arm around him feeling him suddenly freeze and halt your hips.
You froze up wondering if you had done something wrong.
Your racing thoughts were interrupted as your target abruptly interrupted you two.
“You Rafa?”
Beto raised a challenging brow and stared Daniel Mercer down.
“Daniel.” He stood up straight, “I sent your invite.”
Beto gave your ass a little tap, urging you to stand. He too stood up to shake Daniel’s hand.
You rolled your eyes and fixed your outfit acting annoyed with your handler.
Daniel’s piercing eyes then went to you. Dangerous. Predatory.
“And you brought product?” His smile was wolfish. Clearly he was interested. You wanted to snarl at him but you bit your tongue and just looked to Beto, “I hear you train them well. Best whores in Tijuana.” Daniel went to stroke your hair like a pet but Beto stopped him.
Beto snaked a possessive arm around you tucking you into his side.
“This one’s mine.” He nodded in Gloria’s direction who was perched on Nico’s lap twirling his hair and giggling like a stupid school girl, “But I never show up empty handed. I hear you’re the one I’m supposed to meet to discuss expanding both of our enterprises.”
You couldn’t even focus on the conversation with Beto’s bruising grip holding you flush to his body. You slipped your hands into his lapels keeping your back to Mercer.
“I believe that would be correct.” He seemed a little peeved he couldn’t get his hands on you. Like a child banned from the cookie jar. You had no delusions, he was clearly planning something.
Daniel’s smile doesn’t fade, but something sharpens behind it.
“Expanding enterprises,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the phrase. “I like men who think big.”
His gaze drifts back to you anyway. He shamelessly looks at your ass framed by the black mini skirt.
Too slow. Too deliberate. It made your skin crawl, but the safety Beto offered kept you from lashing out.
“You keep her close,” Daniel says curiously. “That usually means one of two things.”
Beto’s arm tightens around you—just enough to be unmistakable.
“It means I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Beto’s growl made you shiver. You’ve never heard him like this before. You were certain he could feel your racing pulse through his clothes.
Daniel hums, amused. “Protective. That’s good. But I’ll be needed to see what I’m investing in.”
He gestures toward the side room you noticed earlier—the one half-hidden by smoked glass, the light inside dimmer, quieter.
“Come,” Daniel says. “I don’t do business in the open. Too many eyes.”
Beto doesn’t move right away.
You feel it before you see it—the subtle shift in him, the way his body angles between you and Daniel as if by instinct. He couldn’t help but shake the law enforcement out of him. Then he looks down at you, expression unreadable, voice low enough that only you hear.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs, “If this gets out of line we’re bailing.”
It isn’t a command. It’s a promise.
The side room is smaller than the main floor, intimate in a way that feels intentional. A couch sits against one wall, leather worn smooth. A low table. No windows.
And cameras. Specifically hidden to an untrained eye. But no doubt Beto noticed them the second you did.
You spot them immediately—small, recessed, watching from opposite corners. It could capture every detail in this room.
Daniel follows your line of sight and smiles wider.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “They’re for my protection.”
The door shuts behind you with a soft, final click.
Daniel doesn’t sit. He leans against the wall instead, arms crossed, attention fixed squarely on the two of you.
“People can sell anything,” he says. “I prefer to see what I’m buying first hand.”
Pervert.
You knew Beto was flitting through the file images in this very moment. All those female agents on their knees, guns to their heads serving Daniel.
His eyes flick to you. “Sit.”
You don’t move.
Beto does.
He steps forward, steering you with a firm hand to the shoulder until you’re standing directly in front of the couch. His grip never hurts, but it leaves no question. He sits first, spreading his legs slightly, posture relaxed in a way that feels practiced now. You stand between his legs never keeping your eyes off of him.
“Go on,” Daniel says lightly. “Show me.” He liked seeing how trained you were. He wanted to watch how well Rafa has broken you in.
Your pulse roars in your ears. Now you have to preform.
You hesitate just long enough to make it look natural—then you climb onto Beto’s lap, settling sideways, one leg draped over his thigh. You feel him tense beneath you, a sharp intake of breath he can’t quite hide.
Then Nico’s quiet voice crackled through your coms, “We can’t find his phone. Keep him busy a little longer.”
Your arms slide around his shoulders, fingers brushing his collarbone. You keep your face calm, unreadable, even as your nerves light up every inch of skin. You can’t help it. You’ve had too many day dreams about moments just like this. You just wished it had been under different circumstances.
Beto’s hand comes to your hip automatically.
Then it stops.
His fingers dig in suddenly, halting your movement completely.
You still.
For a split second, panic flares—did I do something wrong? You look at him nervously.
Daniel chuckles softly, “Guess some don’t like an audience.”
You realized Beto was staring at Daniel directly like he was territorial. You could feel every muscle in Beto’s body gearing up for a fight. Like the tension was going to snap and he’d launch himself across the room.
“She does what I tell her to do.” Beto snarled curling his fingers into the fabric of your top.
The words are flat. Controlled.
But his thumb rubs little circled against your hip—subtle, grounding. I’ve got you. But it just serves to weaken your resolve. You give him one last look knowing there was no way around this. Daniel wants to see what you can do.
Daniel’s gaze sharpens. “Then let’s see how well she listens.”
He steps closer. Too close.
“Don’t mind if I watch,” Daniel says. “I like to know what I’m buying into since you won’t let me taste her myself.”
Beto’s jaw tightens. “Look all you want.”
Daniel tilts his head. “But?”
“But you don’t touch.”
The room goes still. Beto gives you a stern look only you know what it means. He’s asking for permission one last time which you grant with a soft smile.
Daniel studies him, measuring. Then he smiles again—slow, predatory.
“Fair enough.”
He gestures lazily toward the cameras. “Kiss her.”
The command lands heavy.
Beto’s breath shifts beneath you. You feel the conflict ripple through him—instinct warring with necessity. His hand tightens at your back, pulling you closer, shielding you even as he performs. You straddle him, settling down against his crotch where you melded into him. His hands then go to your arm and neck where he draws you in. You close your eyes and arch your back seductively putting on a show for Daniel.
Beto leans in.
The kiss is brief at first—controlled, practiced. Beto exhales through his nose.
He adjusts his grip, one hand sliding higher, anchoring you firmly against him. When he kisses you again, it’s slower. Deeper. Not indulgent—but convincing. However from the outside, it seemed heated.
Your thoughts scatter. You keep your movements minimal, compliant, letting him lead, trusting him completely.
Daniel watches. Closely. You couldn’t help but indulge in some light grinding not caring if your skirt rode up flashing Daniel, the gun was still concealed.
When Beto finally pulls back, he doesn’t release you. His arm stays locked around you, possession written into every line of his posture as he studies your flushed face. He can help but run a thumb over your kiss swollen lip.
Daniel nods, satisfied—for now.
“Good,” he says. “Very good.”
He straightens, already turning away. “I want to see how well you’ve trained her and since you won’t let me sample, I’ll leave the demonstration to you.”
As he reaches the door, he pauses.
“You pull some shit—” Daniel adds casually. “I’ll know.”
His eyes flick back to you.
“I only do business with the best.”
The door opens.
Beto doesn’t move until it closes again.
Only then does he lower his voice, barely audible against your ear.
“You okay?”
You nod, breath shaky but steady. “Yeah.”
His hold loosens—just a fraction. Enough to give you space without letting go.
He murmurs. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one. Nico needs more time, and you know they’re armed to the teeth out there.”
Beto just stared at the cameras keep watching.
~
You knew in that moment you were going to have to take over.
You knew Beto wouldn’t be able to mentally cope with this one. He’s gong to feel too damn guilty. He was your partner. Your twin in law enforcement. You knew him better than anyone.
But he was still going to have to play his part.
You sighed.
Then you locked in.
Grabbing his chain, you yanked him closer into your mouth smushing your lips up against his.
Then you ground down on him, much, much harder this time. Communicating your point.
You kept in rhythm with the thrumming music outside this little room pouring in from the penthouse.
Running your hands through his hair and giving him a slight tug, you briefly, just for a tiny moment, felt him completely relax into you. He couldn’t help it. He’s still a man.
You smiled into the kiss biting his lip slightly, before parting from his lips to trail little wet kisses down his cheek to his neck. You swerved your hips once again encouraging his hands to slide down your back and grip your round plush ass. He leaned back making it easier for you as you continued your little performance. You sucked a mark into his neck before running your nose playfully over the shell of his ear. His skin immediately goosed.
You whispered very subtly, “We have to see this through. They didn’t get the phone yet. You’re going to have to fuck me.”
The spell was suddenly broken.
Beto snapped back to his senses and pushed you back looking you deep in the eyes.
Knowing you were still being watched, he continued on by lifting the two of you and slamming you over on your back into the plush leather couch. He crowded over you shielding you from the cameras as he now took his turn to whisper in your ear.
“Y/N…” he sighed, “I-I c-can’t.”
You nuzzled his ear, running your nails down his back scratching over the starched button down.
“You have to.” You sighed, “W-what? Got a girlfriend I don’t know about?”
He huffed into your hair grabbing your neck, “No.” He said definitively.
You spread your legs allowing him to slot himself between your legs to grind back against you. You sucked in a breath.
Fuck.
He was hard.
His massive length was pushing against the taught fabric of his pants making you instantly heat.
“Rafa!…” You whined.
He shook his head like he was trying to knock some sense into himself.
“Fuck.” He breathed just quiet enough for you to hear.
You squirmed against his possessive choke hold, “Beto please. You have to.” You wrapped your legs around his waist urging him into you, “The others need time and I don’t want to be executed here when our cover is blown.”
He just pressed more kisses into your skin as you continued, “If you don’t, he’ll make you watch him fuck me before he kills you. Please Beto.”
“I’m not letting the, see you.” Beto growled a little louder looking up directly at the camera across the room.
“Beto. Please.” You whispered feeling your panties dampen. Fuck who were you kidding. They were wet the second his lips touched yours.
Fuck you never thought you’d have Beto like this… hard and turned on, right under your quivering fingertips.
All for you.
You did that.
He was always so respectful of you. He treated you and Camila like sisters. You’d seen him finesse girls at the bars after-hours and sometimes on missions, but he never crossed that line with you.
You both were professionals.
Special Agents don’t sleep with one another.
That is until now…
“You have to.” You pleased, “They’ll kill us if we take much longer.”
“Are you sure?” He breathed in your scent.
“Yes,” You sighed.
“Fuck.” He forced himself back to sit on his haunches. Discreetly, you slid your concealed gun from the holster on your inner thigh and slid the small weapon between the couch cushion so the cameras couldn’t see.
Beto did something similar. Instead, he took out the gold encrusted “costume” gun from the back of his belt and set it obviously on the table next to you both where the camera could see.
Something happened in that moment. Suddenly ILU Beto was gone and it was just him. Your stomach flipped seeing the heat he was holding back bloom into full effect. You exhaled feeling the energy shift to something heavy. He threaded a hand through his own hair.
In a matter of seconds. He rushed forwards seizing your lips once again before he scrambled under your skirt like he couldn’t stand the restraint for one more second. He grabbed at the waist bands of your panties before snapping them off and throwing them at the camera. Then you felt him rip open your fish nets leaving a gaping hole at your core. You moaned feeling the adrenaline course through you. You wanted to sit up, to help him, but he just shoved you back down and pulled off his tie.
You watched as he seductively slid it from his neck and loosened the first few buttons on his shirt.
“Ass up.” He commanded, looking down at you with a heady stare.
You gave him once last look before obediently flipping over and angling your hips up to put yourself on display for him. Your skirt bunched up around your waist now as he leaned into the back of your thighs.
You wiggled your ass a little eager for him to grind up against him. Shit. Your body was vibrating with need. You wanted to feel his touch so desperately.
His intoxicating warmth and sturdiness just mere layers of fabric away.
He undid his belt and unfastened his pants not bothering to remove either of your clothes before he pulled himself from his trousers. He pumped himself to relieve some of the pressure before bringing his hand to your absolutely dripping core.
He fought back the urge to groan feeling just how turned on you had become.
“Didn’t know you liked an audience mamita.” He couldn’t help but smirk despite the situation.
You just grumbled into the couch cushion feeling the burn of embarrassment and lust surge through you.
He saved you from melting into the cushions when he nudged his fingers through your folds spreading your wetness around and teasing your clit skillfully. You whined and pushed back against him to his absolute joy.
He shook his head unable to process the fact he currently had you like this, bent over for him and dripping wet. All because of him.
He was thrilled.
He dripped a finger inside of you testing your tightness. You groaned adjusting to the sensation before he added two more. You ground back against his hand demanding more from him. You could take more. You didn’t need the warm up.
You need Beto to fuck you.
“Please Papi Chulo.”
How could he resist you.
He surged forwards caging you in as he lined you both up.
Then he sunk in.
A wheeze groan was punched out of your body as you felt him absolutely fill you. Fuck. Beto was massive.
Your body tried its hardest to accommodate him.
Usually he’d give you time to adjust but he couldn’t show too much empathy for you. Not with this crowd. He’d apologize later. He still had a role to play.
Unceremoniously, he started up a brutal pace.
You were nearly fucked to the edge of the couch where you braced yourself against the arm of furniture. You pushed back against him wanting him as deep as humanly possible.
“Fuck Rafa!” You cried out to the room.
Beto felt you clench down on him making him bow forwards. He braced an hand on the arm too. He intertwined your fingers giving you some semblance of comfort but still maintaining your covers. His other hand reached around your front to squeeze your tit. You couldn’t help the primal cry that bubbled out of you as you arched even more for him.
That same hand then ventured south. He snaked past your bunched up skirt and went straight to your throbbing swollen clit.
He moved with purpose. Clearly the man was on a mission and he was treating it as such.
You hand to bite your hand to keep from screaming. The pure pleasure soaring through your entire— strung out —body made you twitch and writhe as Beto brought you closer and closer to that sweet release.
“Please Beto.” You moaned and curled back into him needing him as deep as possible.
“Go on baby.” He kissed your head, “Come for me, mamita.”
Thats all you needed.
His sturdy thrusts and circling touch threw you over the edge into mind numbing pleasure. You cried out and clawed at the leathers forcing him to release you and lean upright to grab your hips. He continued to fuck you, bringing himself closer to release.
You cried and whined out from overstimulation feeling yourself start to loose your focus.
The moment was abruptly ruined as armed men kicked open the door with Daniel in hot pursuit.
Beto quickly pulled out of you, making you wince, and zipped his pants back up to grab his gun.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Daniel tutted causing Beto to tense, “Having a good time… Beto?”
Fuck.
You were blown. You slipped up.
You slowly sat up on your haunches tucking yourself into Beto’s front, essentially acting as a human shield to all of the weapons trained on your partner.
“Daniel you’re under arrest for human trafficking and prostitution.” Beto said training his weapon steadily on Mercer.
Daniel just cackled completely amused by the sudden change in Beto’s demeanor.
“Oh please. You really think I care?” Daniel looked around the room, “You’re out numbered. I’ll make sure to take real good care of your girl after I kill you.”
Slowly, you snuck your hand down Beto’s side and in-between the couch cushions to grip your gun.
“You’re not the first cop I’ve killed.” Daniel said waving his gun around, “But… I’m willing to make a deal with you. Man to man.” He eyed you wolfishly. The man was on at the hunt. And he was hungry.
“Fuck off.” Beto said wrapping an arm around your middle, keeping you closer to him.
“Now that I know your little partner can fuck… I’ll tell you what.” He pocketed his gun, “I’ll let you live if you hand her over to me. Clearly she knows what she’s doing and I’m eager for a turn.”
You snarled at him wanting to take his head off his shoulders.
“Like I said earlier.” Beto tightened his trigger finger, “She’s mine.”
Daniel nodded disappointed, “Your funerals.”
As if Beto’s wildest dream came true, Daniel Mercer suddenly dropped dead.
His blood sprayed all over the two of you as Archie and Cri came storming in with Nico and Gloria hot on their tales.
Daniel Mercar had been shot point blank in the head and his body crumpled to the ground in a giant heap.
Beto wasted no time throwing the both of you down to the ground and knocking the table over to give you both cover as the bullets started to fly.
You braced for a moment against Beto as he returned fire. He ducked down behind the mahogany as a rogue spray of bullets nearly hit him.
You squeezed his belt, holding onto it like a life line while you scrambled to get your gun loaded.
Daniel’s men suddenly scattered like bugs.
“Beto!” Nico yelled, “Move!” They had finally carved out an opening for you to escape.
They covered you both as you stood up and ran following Cri and the others out of there. You clung desperately to Beto as he kept you both steady with an arm under yours. Your legs had turned to jelly a long time ago as you stumbled in your heels after Gloria.
“What the fuck happened?!” Archie yelled clearing the hallway to the elevator.
You were interrupted when another round of bullets blew holes in the walls just next to Nico’s head.
Beto pined you between him and the alcove before the elevator as he provided everyone cover fire. He hit a couple shooters giving you all an opening.
Without another moment of hesitation. You squeezed forwards to hail the elevator.
“You have incoming, south hallway.” Cami’s voice said through the coms. She must have hacked into the cameras.
Cri randomly fired down the hallway trying to discourage them from pursuing.
You all stood around the elevator weapons at the ready.
When you heard the ding.
You turned first, grabbing Beto and guiding him backwards by the belt as he was the last inside the lift.
Once those doors closed, you all finally had a moment to gather yourselves in the awards silence.
You and Beto kept your eyes on the elevator doors ignoring the others as they observed the two of you carefully.
It was obvious what had happened.
And they couldn’t help but stare.
There hadn't been an option to bail. You both did what you had to do. Temu’s words echoed in your head. Bird of a feather you surmised.
The others however, weren’t quite sure how to handle this.
You broke the silence, “Someone tell me you got the fucking phone.”
Nico nodded and Gloria held up the device.
You nodded, “Bien.”
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened unceremoniously. You were met with Camila’s doe eyes and her tablet as she guided you all to the van waiting for your quick escape.
You all huddled into the car and sped off wanting nothing more than to get back to base to debrief. You wouldn’t feel like you had accomplished anything until you were certain you every single bit of inner circle information from that damn monster.
In the rocking of the car, and the near deadly silence everyone was in, you could feel the soreness and the pulsing still in your abused cunt. Beto had absolutely railed you seven ways to Sunday and frankly you ached for more.
You could only imagine what he was feeling. He kept his stern glare on the road from the passenger seat leaving you to haze at his profile from the back.
Camila seemed to notice and went for your hand. She wrapped it in hers and smiled sweetly while also keeping her eyes on the road.
You sighed, forcing the tension from your body and willing away the throbbing in your core.
It was just a job.
You had to fuck him to survive.
And you did.
You both survived.
You did what had to be done.
~
Beto is standing near the office window, back to you, now fully dressed in his work clothes. You both had showered at the station and had gotten cleaned up. The others watched with baited anticipation as you chucked your towel on your office chair and stalked into Temu’s old office to talk with Beto.
They knew you both needed to figure this out. You were all a team. A well oiled one. This mission cannot fuck it up.
Beto’s hands are braced on the sill like he’s holding himself in place.
You watch him for a moment before entering the glass office and speaking.
“Hey.” You said softly.
He doesn’t turn around.
“I shouldn’t have let it go that far,” he says quietly. Still unable to face you. You guessed from shame.
His words are flat, rehearsed. Like he’s been saying them to himself for hours. Honestly, he probably had.
“You didn’t let anything happen,” you reply. “We didn’t have a choice. We survived.”
You suddenly got hit with a wave of guilt for begging him. He probably thought it was all for the cover, and that he took advantage of you in some way. You were the one who was encouraging them the entire time. You seemed to have absorbed some of his guilt.
He finally turns. His expression is controlled, but his eyes give him away—dark, tired, heavy with the kind of guilt that doesn’t resolve easily.
“I crossed a line,” he continues, lowering his gaze. “I knew I was crossing it. And I told myself it was for the job. For your safety.” His jaw tightens. “But that doesn’t erase it. I-I’m sorry Y/N.”
You straighten up and cross your arms.
“Beto,” you say gently. “Look at me.”
He hesitates—then does.
“You checked in,” you remind him. “Every time it mattered. You protected me even when it made the cover harder. You saved me. We both know what he would have done to me if you hadn’t”
His shoulders sag just slightly. “That was my job.”
“No,” you say. “That was you.”
You stand and close the distance between you. He doesn’t step back, but he doesn’t reach for you either—like he’s afraid he’s already taken too much.
“I don’t feel used,” you tell him quietly. “I don’t feel trapped. I don’t regret it.” That felt like a bit of lie but you continued, “I asked you to. Many times.”
His breath catches at that.
“I regret it,” he admits and your heart absolutely sinks. Teetering on full blown heart break. “Because I don’t know where the line is anymore. And I don’t want you thinking I ever confused obligation with—”
He continued on, but your guilt was becoming all encompassing.
He stops himself.
“With what?” you ask softly needed to hear him out. You watched him fidget nervously.
He looks at you then, really looks at you, like he’s weighing whether honesty will hurt more than silence. He’s hesitating.
“With wanting you.”
The room feels smaller somehow. The glass closing in on the two of you.
You don’t rush to answer. You let the moment settle. Your body thrummed with delight. Beto likes you? You wanted to giggle and settled for a sly smirk. You chewed your lip and gazes up at him as he studied you.
“I wanted you too,” you say finally. “That doesn’t mean the circumstances didn’t matter. They did. But it doesn’t change what I felt.” The admission felt freeing.
He shakes his head once, frustrated. “I was supposed to keep this clean. We’re supposed to be professionals. A team.”
You smile faintly, “We’re still all of those things.”
That earns the smallest, helpless huff of breath from him.
“I never want to put you in a position like that again,” he says. “Never.”
“I know,” you reply. “That’s why I trusted you.”
Your words warmed his cheeks.
He swallows. “And now?”
You step closer, close enough that he can’t pretend that things haven’t changed between the two of you.
“Now,” you say, “we get to choose. No cameras. No cover. No one watching.”
He searches your face, cautious. Hopeful. Afraid.
“And if I say I don’t want to pretend to be professional anymore?” he asks.
You reach out, resting your hand lightly over his chest—right where you can feel his heartbeat, steady and real.
“Then I’d say… good,” you murmur. “Because neither do I.”
He closes his eyes for a brief second, like he’s letting something unclench inside him.
“Bien,” he exhales. “Entonces… despacio.”
Slowly.
When he finally pulls you into his arms, it’s not possessive. Not forced. Just careful and sure and entirely his choice. You wrap your arms around his middle letting your face rest against his steady heart beat.
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