After i read about mean caption prices ( abuse power) i just have an idea for Alejandro being mean too,
just want to request that
Love your work so much!
no title, just fucking alejandro
tags: drunk decisions, dub-con, possibly incorrect spanish, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), inappropriate touches from alejandro, kinda forcing himself on reader
a/n: asked a friend for the phrase at the end and idk if she really gave me an accurate translation l but um, i really wish i just googled it now. anywho enjoy! i tried my best to make alejandro be like his words are sweet but his actions are mean but i cant think of him as a power abuser TT im so sorry if I didn’t do what you wanted
alejandro doesn’t sound mean, no, his words are so, so sweet. in fact, every word has you hanging onto his next. god, and his praises are to live for. a successful mission and his hands gripping your shoulder while he exclaims how you did so well, making you feel oh so special.
so special, in fact, you excuse the little actions your colonel makes. the way he sneakily pinches your ass, and how his eyes are most definitely not on yours. his arm hung over your shoulder linger for far longer than appropriate, rubbing on your shoulder occasionally. how he asks you for little favors at the late hours of the night; to go to his office, and sit there silently while he looked at you. and 5 minutes later, you’re dismissed to go back to your barracks while he finished up some… unfinished business. what that is, you don’t ask; alejandro told you not to worry about it and you trust your colonel, don’t you?
there’s little things he does that you don’t know about. going through your records, checking your marital status, just the little details. on occasion, he’ll let it slip, but please, don’t mind him! he’s just checking for safety measures, or something like that.
one day, he’s a little too bothered with his unfinished business and he needs help, specifically your help! of course you feel honored, he’s your colonel, and he’s asking for your help, specifically. so you'll dismiss the fact he barged into your baracks, yeah?
leaning against the door with an arm over his head, hair disheveled, a thin layer of sweat like he just had a workout and hazy eyes like of someone drunk. and you're sitting in bed with nothing more than a thin layer of cloth covering you.
the next few seconds are a blur; he walks over and now you're trapped in between his arms as he's breathing into the crook of your neck. he smells faintly like alcohol and you can't stop squirming around, it just feels soo ticklish when his breath hits your skin. holding your hands down with his to keep you still, he whispers a quick, barely audible "por favor, let me do this..." before slamming your lips with his.
he's all over your lips, only really letting go for a bit to let you catch your breath. his body pressed against yours; you can feel his chest moving as he breathes, a few strands of hair fall on your face, and the growing bulge in his pants. he'll take a good look of you, soaking in every little detail of your pretty little face before going down on you. and he's so, so good with his tongue, you're practically seeing stars. when he's done with that, he'll shove two fingers and spread you open as wide as possible, to test you, prep you.
your clothes are ripped off you and he's fumbling trying to unzip his pants with one hand. the seconds it takes to free his cock feels like forever to him, so forgive your colonel if he's a little impatient, ok? oh he really should do more prep with you, i mean, just look at your tight little pussy. he really should, but god, he doesn' have the time; he might as well die if he doesn't shove his throbbing cock in you right now. and that's what he does.
rams his cock straight into your pretty plush cunt. and it's so thick. he might not have the longest cock, but god, he's a contender for one of the thickest. you're being stretched so wide, so far, no one has ever stretched you this far and it hurts. but it feels so good, and tears flow down your face, and you're too cockdrunk to form words. eye rolled back, you subconsciously grind on him, even after he's made you cum, even when the overtsimulation is getting painful. he's picking up the speed, chasing after his own pleasure, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside. and he's singing you honeyd praises between grunts. praises that keep you staying, keep you wanting more.
it takes him so, so much self control to pop him cock out and cum on your stomach. he's still riding his high, a little drunk when he collapses onto your chest.
"quiero follarte en la posición de perra nalgona.."
you look at him confused. god, you need some spanish lessons don't you? he chuckles.
"guess you need to improve your spanish. so i'll meet you here tomorrow night for some personal spanish lessons, aye?"
To let you all know, this is like a shipping idea for my crazy COD OC gal. AGNES.
*Alejandro and Kanoa were walking by to introduce the WTF with Los Vaqueros*
Alejandro: Your team are very interesting, Captain. Gathering ALL of different Pacific's to join with you.
Kanoa: Thank you, Colonel. I'm glad that your Los Vaqueros and my team are getting quite along.
Alejandro: Haha! Same here, hermano.
*while the two were talking they both jolted at the explosion in front of them*
Alejandro: What was that?! Are we under ATTACK?!
Kanoa: Uuuuuh...Noooooo. Come with me.
*Alejandro followed Kanoa to where the explosions was at*
Alejandro: *paused to see it was a woman teaching the Los Vaqueros about disarming the bomb* Huh?
Agnes: *talking to one of the Los Vaqueros* Nah nah nah! You're GOOD! It takes practice!
Kanoa: *smiling at Agnes before looking at Alejandro* Colonel, that's Sergeant Blast. Our BEST demolition expert. And I hope you don't mind her teaching your men of how to make or defuse the bomb.
Alejandro: *seeing Agnes was enjoying herself with his men* .......Ella puede demolerme en cualquier momento~
Kanoa: What was that?
Alejandro: AHEM. Nothing.
