Hello, this is Aren. English is not my first language, so im sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling.
Summary: Basically you're just too deep into your misery to realize Mambrú is into you, you are upset and confront him, and have some sex, something like that
Word count: 1,545
Content warning: smut, porn with plot, doggy style, emotional constipation, so much yearning, Mambrú being Mambrú, reader comparing themselves to Sophie and Katya
Extra: You are a newbie humanitarian aid worker, working for NGO (non governmental organization) called Aid Across Borders. Your coworkers are; Damir, who is a translator and fixer. Mambrú, like the leader and the veteran. B, also veteran, gives no shit about rules. Sophie, also a newbie, but has been working longer than you. Katya, she's here to make sure y'all are actually working, write reviews of everyone. Nikola is a native boy who is looking for his ball and just chilling with y'all.
Note: Sort of anypov reader, but i mentioned clit tho. I am openeu mindeu, okay, and also I've written Benny Dalmau oneshot but postponed it because I'm not really feeling it. Out of all BDT's characters i like Mambrú, Dr Gonzo, Lawrence Talbot, Alejandro, and Lado. And also him in dober jeans ads, with baby voice and baby face lmao he's so cute. AND I LOVE CLEAN SHAVED BDT.
Sophie is your bestie, but that doesn't mean you can tell her everything, and not to mention Mambrú hit on her a lot more rather than he did with you. B and Katya is not even an option, while Nikola is too young and too close with Mambrú and B, so Damir is your next best option to vent.
After a month of working for Aid Across Borders, safe to say you've developed a feeling for Mambrú, you saw it coming when he first hit on you with you, you told Damir about it. Then he told you not to have feelings for anyone, especially Mambrú, because that was just a way for Mambrú to cope with everything that's happening here, but still, your hopeless romantic ass just couldn't help it.
Like now, everyone is eating lunch, whatever they have left from last week ration, Sophie is content with eating her meal and looking at map in her left hand, B and Mambrú with Nikola between them, saying something about his ball, Katya away from the group doing her stuff, Damir sitting a few inches away from you. Observing your coworkers suddenly gives you weird theory, you looked at Damir and whispered his name, he turn to look at you, "what?" He asked with equally quiet voice.
"I have a theory, about Mambrú," you murmured softly, leaning a bit closer to Damir, "okay, tell me about your Mambrúlogy," he whispered playfully, leaning a bit closer to you. "I think that he tends to go for white girls. I mean… Look at his track record, Katya, and then there's Sophie,” you whispered conspiratorially, and before you can continue, suddenly Damir laughs so loud all attention is suddenly on both of you.
Your eyes widened as you slap his arm, "shut up, shut up, shut up, Damir," you whispered, your hand gripping onto his arm. B chuckled dryly, "oh, great. We’re all dying to know. Please, lovers, enlighten the group,” he said with his hands gesturing to you and Damir, you shake your head, "we're not lovers," you bursts out to B, "and it's nothing," you added meekly.
“That’s not ‘nothing.’ Come on, say it. We’ve got time before everything goes wrong again,” Mambrú said, his eyes intensely trained on you. Damir shakes his head, “no, no, it's a stupid theory. It’s completely stupid, you’ll regret hearing it, I promise," he told B and Mambrú. You look at Damir and slap his arm once more, "i hate you, Damir, that was not funny," you whispered seriously to him, he snickered and told you it was the most ridiculous theory ever.
Maybe at the time you were just too deep into your own misery, that you didn't notice Mambrú's gaze on you for the rest of the lunch time.
After dinner, this is the time where the night feels endless, and everyone is dreading tomorrow. To keep yourself busy, you decided to sort through ration, or whatever's left in the back of the Jeep. Check the date, if it's expired you'll toss them to a nearby empty crate, if it's still good then you'll stack it again. The task is repetitive, and it gives you time to actually stop thinking of Mambrú, at least that was until the man himself show beside you.
He began helping you through the ration, for a second you read the dates longer than before, why does he needs to be here? Why can't he gives you a time to not think about him? It's like the he decided ridicule you again and again. “So…" he started, his voice low and gravelly, the one that makes you squirm underneath, "you and Damir, that’s what that was?” he asked you. You didn't say anything, your brain just stopped functioning, even your hands stopped moving.
“… Forget it. That’s a stupid question,” he murmured softly this time, shaking his head, continue through the ration again. But something in you tells to reassure him, the need to make sure he knows that you and Damir were nothing at all, you turned to look at him, "no, were nothing, me and Damir... We're just friends, really."
He shoots you a look that clearly says, 'are you for real?' You shrugged your shoulders and pressed your points, "were just friends, really..." Trying to downplay the frantic beating of your heart. But nothing happened, you really thought he'll confess his feelings for you, or maybe kiss you, like in the romance book you've read to kill time.
"Is that so?" He asked, turning to look at you as he leans against the Jeep, “workplace relationships, always ends well,” he said sarcastically, shrugged his shoulder, turning back to the ration. "Why would you say that?" you asked him quietly, he gives an awkward smirk and shake his head, “I'm just saying.”
And just a few inches away from you and Mambrú, it seems like B have been paying attention too hard, “radio says we’ve got a problem, but hey, don’t rush. I’m sure your unresolved tension will fix it,” B called out sarcastically, and before you can do anything, Mambrú was already making a move, "coming, B."
A few days after that you noticed a change in Mambrú's demeanor, he stopped spending more time playing around with Sophie and Katya, even the usual personal insult he and Katya throw to each other is gone. What made you nervous is that he began to initiate more conversation with you, it's not supposed to be like this, because this is not the scenario you had in mind, WHY CAN'T HE LET YOU THINK ABOUT HIM IN PEACE?
The breaking point was after you spent s whole day sharing ration to the village with Damir accompanying you, you are tired, you haven't had enough sleep, you are hungry, you just need some time. But when you are leaning against the Jeep, battling wether you should take a bath now or tonight, Mambrú came over to you while smoking his cigarette, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with him, Damir," he murmured as he leans beside you against the Jeep, giving you a small distance.
"... You like that? His company?" He asked softly, exhaling the smoke away from you. At this point you are just so tired, confused, and upset, "why does it bother you so much?” You turned to face him, his eyes looking at the distance of what's left of a village, “I don’t get it,” he shakes his head, tossing th cigarette to the ground and crush it under his boot, “you’ve got options and you pick him?”
“What options, exactly?" You asked him, your eyebrows scrunched, at this point you don't even care if he is seeing a different version of you. "Me," he said, with a barely there smirk on his face, as if he just did something so out of this world. “You don’t get to call yourself an option when you’ve never even tried," you said sharper this time, stepping away to give him a distance, “… You never said you wanted me," you said softly.
He looks at you seriously, “I’m here, aren’t I?” And that was your last straw, you gasped and laughed dryly, “you stand there, say nothing, then act surprised I don’t read your mind?!” You asked him incredulously, "what are you? Five?!"
The smirk on his lips is gone, he is facing you but is avoiding eye contact, “I don’t say things... I’m not good at that," he murmured softly, you sighed and pinch the bridge of your nose, "im not Katya and don't treat me like you treated her," you told him, “If you mean something, say it properly... If you want me then earn me," you said softly, cringing internally, but you need him to understand that communication goes both ways.
That was afternoon, but now is dark, you and Mambrú is inside the Jeep. It's been the second time both of you are at it, your head low on the seat while your ass is up for him, “been wanting you for so long," he murmured gravelly, leaning down to press his broad chest against your back, “you make it hard, tch- shit... You know that?” He continues to thrust his hip onto you, his big cock lodges itself comfortably inside you, at this point you are sure you can remember every veins and ridge of him.
His hips thrusts faster now, meeting yours in the middle as you grind back against him, whining and whimpering under him, he bit your earlobe as his left hand dive under you to play with your clit, his right hand gripping your hips tightly to bruise it. You gasped as you feel the wave of orgasm crushing over you, his thrusts turning frantic before he finally stills, grinding onto you again and again, spurting his semen back home.
After a while you gave up and just lay down on the seats, his weight crushing you comfortably as he peppers kisses onto your shoulder, “stay close, yeah?.. Don’t go wandering off on me again," he murmured softly, burying his face in your neck, grinding his hips onto you again, you sighed as you grind back against him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Después de décadas de estar perdido en el anonimato, y de que no se le hubieran reconocido sus méritos, el Ejército Mexicano le rendirá homenaje a Mambrú, uno de sus más grandes héroes.
El capitán Marcial Guerra, encargado de Comunicación Social de la Sedena, nos habló un poco de esa decisión y los motivos por los que ahora se le homenajeará.
► El esperado homenaje a Mambrú Los niños felices por…
