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Reunion of sorts- Alejandro Vargas// Valeria Garza NSFW
A/N: sorry in advance, love you all! I don't know who to tag for this because I don't know who is comfortable with an MFF, no one got tagged tonight :(
The interrogation had begun routinely enough, with Alejandro and Y/N seated across from Valeria at a steel table in the stark, fluorescent-lit room. You both had asked her about Zyani's movements, his alliances, and any information she might have about his planned attacks. Valeria had answered the questions coyly at first, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she watched you two grow increasingly frustrated by her evasive responses. It was when Alejandro leaned forward, his muscular forearms resting on the table as he fixed Valeria with an intense, penetrating stare that things began to shift. "Valeria," he said, his voice a low rumble, "we don't have time for games. People's lives are at stake. Tell us what you know."
Valeria smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned back in the chair, crossing her long legs. "Vaya, Colonel. Always the professional, aren't you? But we both know this interrogation has taken a turn..." She licked her red lips, glancing between Alejandro and Y/N with a sultry grin. Alejandro's jaw clenched, feeling his pulse quicken at the charged atmosphere. "We are here to find out what you know about Zyani's whereabouts, Val. Nothing more." Despite his stern tone, his eyes traced the curves of her body appreciatively.
"Oh, I'm sure you're both much more interested in unraveling the secrets of my body than that terrorist's hiding spots," Valeria purred, standing up and sauntering closer to you both. Her hips swayed with each step, drawing their eyes to her athletic yet womanly figure. You swallowed hard, feeling your own arousal growing as you watched Alejandro's gaze follow Valeria's every move. You knew exactly what that body felt like under his touch, just as you were certain he remembered it vividly.
Valeria stepped closer until she stood between Alejandro and you, her face mere inches from you both. She reached out a gloved hand to trail a finger down Alejandro's stubbled jaw, while her other hand rested on your thigh, slowly sliding upward. "You two make quite the attractive couple," she murmured, her voice dripping with lust and a hint of jealousy. "I bet the passion between you is unbearable. Why don't you show me what those strong hands can do, Colonel?"
Alejandro's breath hitched as her finger brushed his lips, his eyes darkening with desire. You bit your lip, feeling your core clench at the double stimulation of Valeria's touch and Alejandro's smoldering gaze. The air crackled with tension and unspoken fantasies.
"Valeria..." Alejandro warned, even as his hand covered hers on your thigh, squeezing gently. "This is not appropriate. We are here for-"
"And yet, I see the hunger in your eyes," Valeria interrupted, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before whispering for only you to hear. "I remember how insatiable you were, mi amor. I'm sure Colonel Sexy here can keep up with you..." Valeria purred sultrily in your ear. "He must have you begging for his thick cock every night. Why hold back now, cariño? Let me see that fiery passion between you."
You gasped softly, feeling Alejandro's grip on your thigh tighten at Valeria's provocative words. His other hand came up to grip her hip possessively, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her hipbone. The heat of his touch seared through the fabric of her pants, stroking the growing ache between her legs. She knew he could feel the effect his presence always had on her, even with their current company.
Alejandro's voice was low and rough with barely restrained desire when he spoke, his accent thicker than usual. "Valeria...you play a dangerous game. Y/N, mi amor, we should not indulge in her manipulations. This is not the time..." Yet even as he said it, his eyes raked over her curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips unconsciously, betraying his true hunger.
Valeria smirked at Alejandro's hesitation, sensing his resolve weakening by the second. She leaned in closer, her ample breasts brushing against Y/N's arm as she invaded your personal space, cornering you between her and Alejandro. “The way you two look at each other...I bet the sexual tension is driving you crazy. Why deny yourselves the pleasure we could share?" Her gloved hand slid further up your thigh, fingers teasing the inseam of your pants.
Alejandro swallowed hard, feeling his self-control slipping away. The scent of Valeria's perfume mixed with your natural aroma was intoxicating, clouding his mind with lust. His grip tightened on your hip as he leaned in, his stubbled jaw now grazing your cheek as he stared intensely at Valeria. "Valeria...you are playing with fire," he growled lowly, even as his other hand crept higher up your thigh to cover Valeria's wandering hand, not pushing it away but trapping it against your leg. Valeria leaned in even closer until her full, painted lips were a mere hairsbreadth away from yours. She could feel the heat radiating off Alejandro's body pressed against her back, the hard planes of his muscles tempting her to touch. Valeria's hand slid fully over your clothed sex, fingers pressing against the damp fabric covering your aching core.
"You're already so wet, cariño," Valeria purred, rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit. "Don't deny that you want this...that you need to feel the Colonel's big cock inside you, filling you up until you scream."
The way she describes it, with that evil tone that lures you in, tempts you to give in, well, you might just give in.
Alejandro inhaled sharply, feeling his erection straining against his tactical pants as he watched Valeria touch you so boldly. His hips canted forward slightly, seeking more friction, more contact. "Valeria..." he warns, though it comes out more like a groan than a rebuke. His hand squeezes your hip harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh possessively.
"Kiss me, mi amor," Valeria breathed against your lips. "Kiss me like you would if we were alone, as if you can't hold back any longer." Under Valeria's heated gaze and Alejandro's intense stare, you felt their resolve crumbling. You leaned in, capturing Valeria's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all the pent-up desire and passion into the embrace.
Valeria moaned into the kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours as she arched into you. Her hand pressed harder against your clothed sex, fingers rubbing faster circles over your needy clit. Behind you, Alejandro shuddered, a low groan escaping him at the erotic sight of you kissing Valeria so fervently. Feeling bold, Alejandro brought his hands to Valeria's hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled her back flush against his chest. He rocked his hips forward, grinding his stiff cock against the cleft of her ass.
"Fuck, Y/N..." Alejandro breathed, watching them through hooded eyes. "You look so sexy, mi amor, so desperate for her touch." He knew he was losing control, but he couldn't bring himself to care, too consumed by the allure of the forbidden pleasure before them.
Valeria broke the kiss to nip and suck at your throat, leaving blooming marks on your skin. "Touch me, Colonel," Valeria demanded breathlessly as she arched her back, pressing her ass more firmly against Alejandro's straining erection. "Touch me like you used to, Colonel. I know you remember how good it felt to explore every inch of my body..." Her voice was pure sin, dripping with lust and the promise of pleasure.
Alejandro inhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against her hips as he fought the urge to squeeze the tempting globes of her ass. He watched, entranced, as you tangled a hand in Valeria's short dark hair, pulling her closer as you deepened the kiss. The raw passion between them was palpable, igniting a primal hunger within him. Valeria gasped as Alejandro's hands slid around to grip her breasts, squeezing the supple mounds through her shirt. She arched into his touch, craving more, as his thumbs brushed over her stiffening nipples. "Mmm, just like that, Colonel. You used to love playing with my tits," she purred, daring him to do it again.
Alejandro groaned at the vivid memories that flooded back - Valeria writhing beneath him as he teased and pleasured her sensitive breasts, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy with just his mouth and hands. His cock throbbed almost painfully now, trapped in the confines of his pants, as he watched you mauling Valeria's lips with lust-filled kisses. You felt Alejandro's arousal pressing insistently against your back, and it only fueled your own desire. You reached down to palm Valeria's breast fully, kneading the soft flesh as you plunged your tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
Valeria whimpered into the kiss, gripping your shoulders tighter as she felt Alejandro's hands roaming her curves greedily. She could feel his hips undulating against her ass, the thick line of his erection. Alejandro groaned loudly as you groped Valeria's breast, feeling a surge of possessive lust seeing you touch what he once called his own. Unable to hold back any longer, he slid his hands under the hem of Valeria's shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose the creamy brown skin beneath. His calloused fingers found her bare nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds until they pebbled under his touch. "Fuck...still so fucking perfect," he rasped, watching her expression intently.
Valeria gasped sharply, her back arching to press her bare breasts more fully into Alejandro's groping hands as she tore her mouth from yours. "Alejandro! Dios mío..." she cried out, her eyes fluttering shut as sparks of pleasure radiated from her aching nipples straight to her core. She could feel herself growing even wetter, soaking through the crotch of her pants.
Behind her, Alejandro shuddered, feeling you reach back to palm the thick bulge tenting his tactical pants. He bucked into your touch, a strangled groan escaping him as you rubbed and squeezed the rigid length of him through the fabric. "Fuck, Y/N...you're going to make me lose control," Alejandro growled, his hips rocking urgently against your hand. He squeezed Valeria's breast roughly, rolling and plucking at her nipple as he ground his clothed erection into the cleft of her ass. The heat of him scorched her even through the layers of fabric separating you, stoking the flames of her desire to a fever pitch.
Valeria's head fell back against Alejandro's shoulder, her dark hair tickling your chin as she panted harshly. "Alejandro...I need...I need to feel you," she keened desperately, undulating her hips to rub herself wantonly against the rigid column of his cock. "Fuck me, Colonel. Fill me with your big, thick cock until I scream..." Her voice was ragged, drunk on lust and the heady scent of sex that permeated the room. Behind her, Alejandro shuddered at Valeria's shameless pleas, feeling his control slipping away, ready to take her hard and fast just like she begged for.
Your hand slid down to fumble with Alejandro's belt, their fingers struggling with the buckle in their haste to free his aching arousal. Valeria whimpered, feeling Alejandro's cock throb urgently against her ass as he watched you work to unleash his desire.
"We need to feel you, Colonel," you breathed, finally tugging his belt open and reaching inside to wrap your fingers around his thick, hard length. "We need this big, beautiful cock inside us, filling us up until we can't take anymore."
Alejandro hissed through clenched teeth as you squeezed and stroked his bare cock, the hot, velvety skin searing their palm. He rocked his hips forward, fucking into your fist as he continued to grope and squeeze Valeria's heaving breasts. "Fuck, Y/N...your hand feels so good," he groaned, watching your fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft.
Valeria cried out, her body trembling with need as Alejandro pinched and tugged at her stiff nipples. "Don't you want to bend me over this table and take me hard, Colonel?" she challenged breathlessly, undulating her hips to grind herself against the rigid length of his cock.
Without warning, Alejandro spun Valeria around and crashed his lips to hers in a bruising, demanding kiss. He plundered her mouth, his tongue dominating hers as his hands slid down to grip the backs of her thighs. With a flex of his muscles, he lifted her up, encouraging her to wrap those long legs around his waist.
Valeria moaned into Alejandro's mouth, tangling her fingers in his short dark hair as she obliged him, locking her ankles at the small of his back. She could feel his hard, bare cock pressing urgently against her clothed sex, separated only by the drenched fabric of her pants. The heat of his arousal seared her, making her writhe against him. Behind them, you watched with lust-glazed eyes as Alejandro ravished his ex-lover, your own arousal pulsing in time with the Colonel's hungry kisses. They reached up to undo the buttons of Valeria's shirt, revealing the lush curves of her breasts, the stiff peaks of her nipples.
You leaned in, capturing one of Valeria's stiff nipples between your lips and suckling greedily, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud. Valeria cried out, arching her back to press more of her breast into your eager mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair to hold you close. Alejandro groaned at the erotic sight before him, feeling his cock throb against the drenched silk covering Valeria's pussy. Without breaking the kiss, he reached down to unbutton her pants, popping the fabric open to slip a hand inside. His fingers found her bare, soaked folds, stroking through the slick heat gathering at her entrance.
"You're fucking drenched, Val," Alejandro rasped against her lips, plunging two long fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching cunt. "Still so tight and wet for us." He pumped slowly, curling his fingers to rub against that spongy spot that made her see stars.
Valeria keened loudly, her hips rocking against Alejandro's hand as you lavished attention on her heaving tits. She could feel another rush of arousal flooding her pussy, coating Alejandro's plunging fingers with her juices. Alejandro broke the kiss to watch you worship Valeria's breasts, panting harshly as he fingered her dripping cunt. "Fuck, Y/N...look at you, sucking on her tits like you're starving for it," he groaned, pumping his fingers faster, curling them to rub Valeria's G-spot with devastating accuracy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering her filled the room, mixing with Valeria's wanton moans.
You released her nipple with a lewd pop, turning your head to capture Alejandro's lips in a searing kiss. You plunged your tongue into his mouth, letting him taste Valeria's sweetness on your lips as your hands slid down to fumble with the button of your own pants. Breaking the kiss, you stepped back just long enough to shimmy out of your pants and underwear, baring your glistening sex to Alejandro's hungry gaze.
"Alejandro...I need your cock," you breathed, reaching down to spread their slick folds, revealing the pretty pink of their hole. "I need you to fill me up, just like Valeria begged for." You turned, bending over the table and presenting yourself to him.
Alejandro's eyes darkened with lust at the erotic sight of you bent over and presenting your dripping sex to him, your glistening folds just begging to be filled by his aching cock. He pulled his slick fingers from Valeria's clenching hole, bringing them to his lips to suck her arousal from the digits. "Mmm...still as sweet as I remember," he purred, looking between the two gorgeous women before him.
Just as Alejandro lined his thick cockhead up with your entrance, ready to sink into your tight heat, the door to the room burst open. You all turned to see Rodolfo standing there, his eyes widening at the shocking scene before him. "Alejandro, I-I'm sorry to disturb you, but we have a situation," Rudy said, trying to look anywhere but at the lewd display. "Zyani has been spotted in the city. We need you at headquarters immediately."
Alejandro cursed under his breath. The moment was shattered.
You felt a pang of disappointment as Alejandro stepped away, his hard cock softening from between your legs. You straightened up slowly, feeling the cool air on your bare, slick flesh. Behind you, Valeria smoothed down her rumpled shirt, trying to regain some semblance of composure, though her cheeks remained flushed a pretty pink. Rudy shifted uncomfortably, still avoiding looking directly at any of you. "I'm so sorry, Colonel. I know this is...unorthodox. But the situation with Zyani is critical. He's left a trail of bodies in the city. General Santos wants you to lead the response personally."
Alejandro swore again, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. He looked between you and Valeria, then back to Rudy. "Give me five minutes," he growled. Turning to you, he said lowly, "Dress quickly. We may need to call on your skills in the field. And this..." He gestured to their disheveled states. "This is far from over." His eyes flashed with renewed lust and promise, even as he reached for his discarded shirt.
What a mess...a mess that should persist.
Tags: I don't know who to tag for this because I don't know who is comfortable with an MFF smut fanfic
i saw somewhere where they have to have meetings with agents about if a beautiful woman talks to them, chances are, they’re a spy. so here’s simon ignoring you bc he’s trained to believe you might be a spy when you just think he’s attractive. fem! reader
Simon rarely got approached by women. And when he does, he ignores them. Did you really expect a man who chooses work over his mental state to fall in love? Let’s be honest.
Just a few days ago, Simon had officially signed a lease to an apartment a few minutes away from the base. No one knows why; given how that man was such a workaholic, they assumed he’d be living in the quarters till he died.
Truth was, Simon was just sick of it. There wasn’t any privacy and even in his higher rank, the room was a clusterfuck. Too small for a man standing at 6’3 and had way too many personal belongings.
There Simon was, unloading the boxes from his vehicle in the parking lot, stacking two ontop of one another. He had done extensive research on apartments nearby and found that this one was the best of all. Underground parking, a lift that actually worked, a safe community, and a decent price for a one bedroom apartment.
The sound of water going through the pipes echoed within the underground parking, Simon’s footsteps sounding ten times louder with how quiet the lot was. He walked over to the lift, holding up two large boxes filled with clothes.
He wasn’t even sure where he was going— but fuck it. He’ll figure it out. Let’s just hope he doesn’t ram into someone’s vehicle, a wall, or a pole.
As he made his way over to the lift, his right hand fumbled from underneath the box, trying to reach for the button. His right knee was proped up to help his left arm carry the weight. Now, he was a strong man. But he never claimed to have great stability. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grumbles, his finger just barely missing the button.
Simon couldn’t even peak over the boxes; one wrong move and his whole closet would fall from his hands. Just as he was about to give up and set the boxes down (which he should’ve done in the first place), he heard someone speak up besides him. “Oh, I got it!”
Simon immediately snapped his head over to the owner of the voice, seeing you stand besides him and press the button in front of him.
Fuck.
You’re fucking pretty.
Too pretty that he was glaring.
“Are you a new resident?” you asked, waiting for the lift to come down.
He didn’t hear you. He didn’t hear the sound of a vehicle beeping, the sound of a door closing, or even the garage opening. He didn’t even hear your footsteps and the entirety of this parking lot was too echo-y for Simon’s liking.
When he realizes that he had been staring at you for too long, he looks ahead (at the boxes in front of his face) and glares at it like it wronged him. “Hm,” was all Simon hummed out, followed by a short nod.
The lift dinged open and Simon waited for you to enter. “Nice to meet you,” you tell the man with a polite smile, awkward as hell of a smile but still enough to pass off as polite. Right after, you had given your name out to him, expecting him to reply. But all he did was let out a grunt. You stared at him, brows twitching before watching the doors shut, “Okay…” you mumbled out, a bit put-off by his silence, “…What number?”
“I’ll wait,” Simon snapped immediately.
Now you’re starting to think this fucker doesn’t like you. What did you do! You just pressed the button because you saw him struggling! This is the last time you’re helping out a man!
“…Right,” you replied flatly, pressing your level and took two steps away from Simon, staring at the doors in front of you.
A month had gone by since that incident and Simon would often see you around the apartment. He found out that the two of you lived on the same level that same day he met you.
What a “coincidence.”
Now, if the average person thought that some spy was out to get them, they’d be labeled as crazy and have to be put into a psych ward. But Simon? No, he was trained for this. No drop dead, beautiful woman would choose to talk to him.
He had scars on his face, dark eyes that made him look like he’s seen way too many horrible things, a rugged look that screams “I haven’t showered in six weeks and put on cologne to mask the B.O!”
So yeah, no. He didn’t trust the pretty lass down the hall. Not one bit.
And you? You were put off by how strange Simon was. He greeted the property owner with a nod and often spoke to Mary Rae, the grannie that lived besides him.
Being put-off by him didn’t make you want to stop all interactions though. He was rugged, sure. But so is Tom Hardy in most of his films where he had to look like a mess and you’d devour that man, given the chance. Plus, you’re sure he’s just got some major anxiety.
It was an accident; you had subconsciously made note of when Simon arrived from work. It just so happened to be around the same time you got home from work as well; you can’t blame yourself. The lift had been broken for about a week now and the property owner said that he’d get it fixed by next week.
So the two of you, for the past week, have been awkwardly walking up the stairs to your flats. You’ve tried to engage in small talk with him but all he does is shoot you a glare and… Well, that was it.
What an asshole.
Meanwhile, Simon was regretting everything. John was right. He’d have to be more wary of his surroundings. And what was his luck? The first apartment he signed a lease to, some weird spy (who, in his mind, is NOT good at their job) was all up in his personal bubble.
He’s catching on and he is not going to let this slide!
“What… Uh… You’re in the military?” you ask, walking two steps ahead of Simon. Because he would never let you walk behind him. He’s got his guard up.
You looked over your shoulder, noticing the man glare daggers behind your head. Your question was dumb, but you were honestly just trying to make small talk. He was wearing his uniform for christ alive.
Simon though? He thinks you’re trying to dig information. Gosh, did you think you were going to get away with this?!
When he didn’t answer, you pursed your lips and licked your front teeth, “got it,” you muttered under your breath. Turning away, you finally reached the level and opened the door— this time, not even bothering to hold the door for him.
This is the last time you ever try to be nice to some old ass man who pretends to be deaf! Sure, he may be handsome. Sure, he may be tall. Sure, he may be built. Sure, he may have some nice tattoos you’ve tried complimenting on. SURE! He may or may not be your type. But you sure as hell know how he feels about you now!
Another month had gone by and by now, Simon had been living in the unit for almost three months. You had finally stopped bombarding him with questions. He thinks that you’re being told to back off because you’re coming off as too strong.
It wasn’t until he requested John to look into you that he realized he was severely wrong.
“She works at a goddamn hair salon!” John explained, slamming down the file containing information about you. The file hit his desk, blowing a small gush of air towards Simon as if it was laughing at him.
They had send a few people to surveillance you… In better terms: stalk. All because Simon had gotten too suspicious of you.
“She works from eight to five, Mondays through Thursdays, Riley. We’ve been watching her for a whole month and nothing has changed in her routine besides that one Thursday night after work, she went out for ice cream and cried in the parking lot!” John expressed, pulling his boonie hat down in frustration.
As Simon looked through the file, he felt deeply uncomfortable. And embarrassed. And worst of all, he felt like the rudest bastard alive. For three months, he’s been ignoring your small talks and polite smile just because he thought you were a spy.
“T’ be fair, she’s a beautiful lass. Thought she was a spy,” Simon replies bluntly. One thing he can’t do, was admit he was wrong.
John rubbed his eyes, grumbling out something that sounded like: “wasted time and money for this, Riley,” and “you lost your only chance at love with a pretty lass.”
Simon’s brows twitched behind his balaclava, straightening up in his seat. He couldn’t even defend himself. What John said was true.
“Go— Just go apologize to her for being an asshole or— I don’t know, something!” John waved Simon off, too tired and now, afraid to explain to Kate about how he had spent one month stalking a pretty woman all because Simon thought he had a hit out on him.
But yeah, Simon planned on apologizing. He wasn’t sure if you were going to accept it though.
vacation!john price makes the most of his time off by folding you–the pretty thing he caught staring at his rental boat–in half so he can come inside you nearly every night. he's bending your legs in ways you didn't know possible, pushing your thighs to your chest so he can see the mess you're leaking around him. sometimes, if he's lucky, the light will catch you just right, the man to grunting and cooing at the shining ring of cream at the base of his cock.
"f-fuck, you're deep... feels... feels good." your praise comes out as a stuttering, slurred mess. "really fuckin'–oh, god–s'good."
"christ... s'too bad holiday's almost done, dove." john groans out the reminder, a touch of sad slipping in just under the puffs of pleased breaths. you whine at the hand he presses onto your belly, the sound and sight distracting john, who just tilts his head with pride in his grin. "oh, fuckin' looook a'that, huh. think i might have'ta take ya back home with me... would be a shame ta let a face 'n hole as pretty as yours get away too easy, wouldn't it?"
all you can do is gush and slosh around john as he keeps stuffing himself inside you. holding your knees and puckering your lips every few thrusts so he'll rub his hairy front against your chest and belly every time he bends to kiss you.
When you don't really want to celebrate your birthday, but your friends and coworkers have other plans~
@vincentvalentineweek Day 1's cake/champagne/candle themes are all covered in this Casino AU flavored piece with drinks, reminiscing, and a surprise or two 💕
