#alejandro vargas x female reader

[blingblong55]

Young and Beautiful-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

A/N: so desperately want to kiss him, look at that cute face uggghhh

Based on a request:

Hi Kasper 🖤 If there is a spot available still, could I get an Alejandro Vargas x f!reader with a breeding kink + dbf au?? if you're not doing 2 from the list, either is fine. Thank you, I hope you have a good weekend --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dbf!Alejandro, breeding, unprotected!sex P-in-V, age gap, gentle!sex ---

A/N: all characters are of consensual/legal age

It started with an innocent question that now has his hand over your mouth as he fingers you. Your tried to suppress the moans from escaping but his thick fingers kept rubbing your clit and giving you the pleasure you longed for. "Ale-" You try to stop him but all he does is undo his trousers. Your dad and mum are downstairs as he corrupts the daughter of his best friend. "Shhh chula, be a good girl and keep quiet," he kisses your lips this time and slowly pushes himself onto you. His hands under your shirt, neck kisses that guarantee hickeys to be shown.

Clothes were thrown to the side, "I'll take good care of you," he whispers and rubs his tip on your clit. Your legs spread open for him. The bedroom of his friend's 'little girl' now used to have sex in. He gives your clit a few smacks with his tip before slowly slipping it inside you. You gasp, his size too much to take, you let out a whimper to which he kisses you to keep the noise down. "It's okay, be a good girl and take it," he whispers between kisses. Your hands are on his back, holding him close as he thrusts into you with care. His kisses are intense, tongue lapping yours, fighting for that bit of dominance, he can't take back what he said. "I'll ruin you, Chula." A promise he meant to keep.

His thick cock nearly too deep into you, hitting all the right spots, your clit rubbed on by his fingers. "I bet you fingered yourself to me, huh." a cocky smirk on him. Oh, how he loved to know you dreamt of this moment, to get absolutely corrupted by a man like him. His not-so-innocent girl had a vibrator in her drawer, one he planned on using, not tonight, but maybe tomorrow for yet another 'friendly' dinner. "Wouldn't you look so cute, filled with my kids," he kisses you again. His kiss is like drugs to you, addicting yet alluring. You can't help but bite his lip in return, trying to stay quiet for him. His cock now fucking into you with rhythm, and you let out a moan. "Shh, wouldn't want to let daddy know what his friend is doing to his daughter, now would we?" His chuckle is deep and rich with lust.

His back with light scratches from you, your neck with two visible love bites. His hand goes to your tummy rubbing it and looking into your eyes, "Look at you, so perfect and even more so if I fucked my kids into you," his beard tickles the skin of your jaw as he whispers. A knock from the door, "R/N, Ale, you ready?" A surprise he and you were in the room to begin with. Another innocent question he gave you months ago. The surprise in the closet as your cunt gets filled with his cock. You clear your throat, "Almost done Dad, fixing a few stuff." you call out the lie. "Alright honey," your dad responds and heads back to the longue. "mmm, what a bad liar, mi corazon," a smirk like the devil as he notices your hand fly to the one he had on your clit.

"C'mon, let go for me," he ensures. Your head is thrown back as your juices leak all over his thick and needy cock. He smiles, "That's it, that's a good girl," he watches you ride this high. Your hips rocked into his cock, his pre-cum leaking into you. "Oh, what beautiful face you have, R/N," he grins, adoring how you try your best to keep quiet as he brings you to the first orgasm of the night. He holds your hips, thrusts become faster and whispered groans escape his lips. "Ale...Ale" desperate whispers leave your lips. "I know, Chula," his voice soft. The tip of his fat cock, filling your walls with his cum. You can feel him fill you up, cum leaking out as he continues to thrust.

Hard and slow thrusts that turn to whispers of sweet nothings, that's what he offers as he wipes the tears from your pretty face. "Ay mi amor, don't cry," he kisses your forehead before trailing down to your cheeks and lips. He pulled out and laid next to you, big arms holding you. Your head resting on his chest, hair brushed by his fingers. "You really are a dream, R/N." His gaze is on the ceiling. Naked bodies lay together, resting from the high you gave the other. Kisses to his chest before he brings those kisses back to his lips. New promises made, corruption, possession, love and secrecy. The young and beautiful, the soldier and corruptor, kissing to lock the deal.

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[aethelwyneleigh27]

Little brainrot.. Alejandro, Simon, Price or really any CoD man really, who has a partner that constantly gets overwhelmed/overstimulated by cuteness aggression that causes them to bite him and he lives for it. Cocky bastard finds it as an excuse to flex his muscles whenever you bite his arm.

Sometimes when it's surges of energy that you get rowdy with him but he's a patient man.. maybe not towards anyone but when it comes to you anyway. Zoomies?.. Zoomies!

Finds it absolutely amusing when you squeal and kick your feet up from the bed under the sheets in order to release some of the pent up energy. That soft sigh after gets him to chuckle, grabbing you and pulling you closer to him to rest both of your bodies, feeling the soft warmth of your skin and the movement of your breathing.

My CoD Masterlist

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Tw: mentions of abuse on the author's note, do not read if such topics make you feel uncomfortable or disturbed. This is not a vent but it is to spread awareness on a case.

A/n: Before you guys ask, I'll establish this, the reader is doing this consensually and they do not bite hard enough to actually hurt their partner, it's just playful like many people do in NORMAL and NON-ABUSIVE relationships, I do not wanna hear shit comparing them to Wilbur because in general this idea is cute, playful and domestic but that guy just ruined it for all of us but this isn't about him, GO SUPPORT SHELBY!! She deserves all the love she can get after going through the shit Wilbur put her through. This has been on for a long time now, no one should stop talking about it especially because everything he did was fucked up and has hurt someone in every way possible.

[yawnderu]

Who has a big cock Alejandro or Rodolfo??👀

I really love the fact that u guys ask me questions like these like I've seen them personally or something, makes me giggle every time I open my inbox, and it's very nice😭😭

To answer ur question!! I think both Rudy and Ale have big cocks!!

Alejandro has a big, long cock. Not quite as thick, but long enough to please you like no other. It's slightly curved to the left, fully circumcised and always leaking like a broken faucet.

Rudy has a thicker, longer cock, a few veins running along the shaft and making it even more intimidating. He's gentle with it, wetting the dark red tip of his cock against your slick, teasing you and preparing you to take him.<3

[shadowlali]

Just finished Independence Day and I've never wanted a man (real or fictional) more in my entire life...

See also:

alejandro teaching y/n spanish while he's deep in their guts; he punishes and rewards them like the brute he is /sighs like a forlorn maiden/

spanish lessons

COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~ 1k masterlist

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, pet names (mariposa, niñita), teasing, unprotected sex a/n: thank you for reading happy independence day and enjoying it🤍! coger/cojo means “to fuck” however in other countries it means “to physically take/grab something”. mariposa is butterfly and niñita is little girl (romantic). some of the spanish i used doesn’t have a direct translation, instead a translation of what it generally means

“I don’t think you’re understanding, mariposa.”

“No, I am. I am, I prom–”

Alejandro cuts you off with another harsh thrust into your swollen cunt. You're flat on your back with a pillow propping up your hips. Your bodies are sweaty and sticky. He’s almost chest to chest and holding both of your hands in his. His cock rests fully inside of you, your arousal painting the curly hair at his base. 

Another string of high-pitched whimpers leave your mouth. Alejandro unlinks his fingers from one of your hands to lightly grasp your chin. With your mouth open in a perfect o-shape, he lands a string of spit in your mouth. You stick out your tongue for more, uncaring of how desperate you look. He moves his hand down to lightly brush his fingertips over your hard nipples before pinching them.  

“Otra vez,” he says, “¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama, encima de mi escritorio o en la barra de la cocina?”

Alejandro doesn’t move or even twitch while deep inside of your fluttering pussy. In times like these, his unwavering self-control is annoying. He’s not immune, you can see how the beads of sweat run down his temple and how his jaw clenches. You stare up with tears pricking your eyes, unable to understand what he says. It's hard to focus when his cock stretches every centimeter of your little hole. 

“Alejandro, please I don’t –” 

“I said,” he pulls out slowly,” ¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama,” he enunciates with another thrust,“encima de mi escritorio,” he grinds his hips down, “o en la barra de la cocina?” [Do you like it when I fuck you in my bed, on my desk, or on the kitchen counter?]

Maybe it's the universe taking pity on you, but you finally understand. 

“On– on the bed! I like it when– when you fuck me on the bed.”

“Buen trabajo, niñita,” he mocks. [Good job, little girl]

Any other time you’d wipe the condescending smile off his face but then Alejandro leans down to kiss your forehead and slowly pulls out. Uncaring of how sticky you made his cock, Alejandro grips his length and rubs the tip on your button. You press your head back on the pillow and twist your hips at the pleasure running through your body. 

He slides his cock down to gather the wetness drooling out of you and slides it back up through your folds until it once again reaches your clit. With deft movements, he continues to slide and press his tip against you. 

“Please, Ale,” you beg. 

Instead of giving you what you actually need, he begins to tap his cock on your clit. It sends shocks through your body but you try to resist the impending orgasm. You don’t want to come like this. You want his cock deep inside of you and pushing against that spongy spot only he can reach. Either way, your body becomes shaky and you feel the pull in your tummy that you’re about to come. 

He feels how tense your body is becoming and notches the head of his cock in your entrance. You push down to get more of it inside of you but he holds back. 

“Alejandro, ple– please fuck me! No more teasing!”

“No sé,” he starts, ”todavía no hablas en español.” [I don’t know, you’re still not talking in Spanish]

You let out a frustrated groan and roll your hips in need. You can barely form a sentence in English and yet you know Alejandro won’t give you anything until you give him what he wants. With the little mental energy you have left, you try to remember something, anything. 

“Ple– por favor cojeme, ¡Alejandro!” [Please fuck me, Alejandro]

There’s tears coming out of your eyes, sliding down the sides of your head and into your hair. He brings his lips down and swipes at a teardrop with his tongue before it falls. You think he’s going to keep you begging but he places both hands on the bed and slowly thrusts inside of you. With a moan caught in your throat, you grip his back and feel his thick cock slide in and out of your slick pussy. 

Alejandro keeps eye contact while he fucks you, watching as a glazed look takes over your face. “Así me gustas, mariposa.” [This is how I like to see you, butterfly]

You focus on the feel of Alejandro. His happy trail slides against your lower tummy with each slow thrust of his hips. He’s sweating all over now, tiny droplets running down the muscles of his neck. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, almost covered by his grown out curly hair. He stops to push one of your knees up to your chest and press a soft kiss to your mouth. 

“That wasn’t so difficult, right? Spanish is easy,” he says. 

Before you can even think of a response he slams his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his skin as he uses your thigh for leverage to pound into you. The pillow underneath your hips provides the perfect angle for him to slide in deep and rub against your g-spot with every thrust. You hear loud whines throughout the room before you realize it's your own voice. 

“Así, así, así,” you chant. [Just like that, just like that, just like that]

You’re not sure how long it's been of his teasing and edging but, you finally feel your body go numb and heat spread throughout. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your cunt spasms and squeezes around Alejandro’s cock. He whimpers above you in slight pain from how much you're squeezing him yet he doesn’t stop his hips. 

It feels like it goes on forever, lost in your own head as you try to keep his length buried forever inside of you. Alejandro’s whimpers increase in volume and you suddenly feel his hot come spurt all over your walls. He practically falls on top of you while his hips keep moving in sloppy thrusts. He repeats your name over and over in your ear until his thighs give out. After some long moments just listening to each other’s breathing, Alejandro rolls off of you. 

“I think that was a great Spanish lesson, yeah?” he asks. 

You turn your head and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before responding,“Yeah, I think I learn best this way.”

[lilywastaken]

⇝ chica linda .

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: You give Alejandro a massage.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), NSFW !

A/N: blaming this all on @lucyisdoingfine because I have been thinking about Alejandro and Rudy for hours thanks to our conversations 😔 enjoy the actual word vomit that is fucking Alejandro on the couch <33

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

save a horse ride a cowboy-

"Ay, mi amor."

The sounds that were leaving your husband were nothing short of graphic, his built body trembling beneath you as you worked on his muscles, trying your best to keep him from falling off the sofa every time his mind went numb.

"That good?"

"Si, Dios- yes." You watched him shove his head into the pillow, a shiver running down his spine as you put pressure on a specific point in his back. "Hng…"

"You're so fucking tense, Ale. It's ridiculous. Why're you so stressed?" You cooed, stopping momentarily to lean down and press a soft kiss to his name, smiling at the muffled moan that left his lips.

"You…"

"Me?" You replied, adjusting yourself on the seat you'd taken at the small of his back, resuming your work. "Do I stress you out?"

Alejandro screwed his eyes shut as he felt your hands continue to roam his sculpted back, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against his waist enough to push him over the edge.

"You're sitting half naked on my back, nena… Of course you're stressing me out." He grumbled, a moan interrupting him as you pressed onto a knot between his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"Stressing me out that I can't just take you right now." You giggled at the desperation that filled his voice, finishing with the stress in his back and running your hands over the countless scars that littered his tan skin, letting yourself collapse on his back.

"You need to relax. I can take care of you." Your arms sneaked around his upper body, smuggling your face between his shoulder blades, peppering kisses over the rough skin. "Can't I, Ale?"

"Pero, mi vida-"

"Shh. You're always the one taking care of me, shouldn't I get to return the favour?" Your hands burrowed their way out from under him and started running down the sides of his torso, taking your time in feeling the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. "C'mon, turn around."

You lifted yourself off him so he could move underneath you, grunting until he was lying on his back, flushed face and darkened eyes meeting yours.

"Hi." You greeted with a coo, hand coming up to cup his face and run your thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "So handsome."

A sleazy grin pulled at Alejandro's lips, his ego getting stroked every time you gave him a compliment, especially during moments like these. "Ven pa'ca."

His hands gripped at your thighs as you sat yourself back down on his lap, leaning down to press your lips to his, your own hands grabbing at his shoulders and slowly making their way up to grab at his hair.

"Mi chica linda…" he murmured against your lips, grinding his crotch up onto your clothed cunt. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" You repeated softly as you pulled back, arching your back so you could mimic his movements and slowly rub yourself on the tent in his boxers, lying your head on one of his wide shoulders and gazing up at him, growing warm as he moved his head to stare at you through half lidded eyes.

"Mm, for taking care of me." He purred, hands landing on your ass and tugging at your underwear, snickering as he pulled at the elastic and let it snap back against your skin, slowly starting to pull them down as he ceased both your movements.

"You're my husband, Ale. Gotta make sure you're well taken care of." You raised your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of your panties, returning the favour by pulling his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out, mouth watering at the sight of it slapping against his tummy. "God, I always forget how big you are."

He chuckled, letting out a hiss as you took it in your hand, running it up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head as his thick pre started leaking out. "Need a reminder, nena?"

You rolled your eyes at his never ending cockiness, letting go of him and moving yourself to hover over him, both of you letting out a moan and groan respectively at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Dios, come on." His fingers dug into your thighs as he tried to press you down, but a swift slap to his chest got him to snap out of it.

"Calm down…" you murmured, running your fingers through the coarse hair that littered his upper body. "Taking it slow, okay?"

You saw the frustration fill his face at the thought of having to wait even longer to have you sat on his cock, so you slowly started to push yourself down on him, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt every last inch of him pressing against your walls.

"Fuck, Ale!"

"Mírate, amor…" He breathed out with a groan, hand hitting the top of the sofa and gripping the fabric, keeping himself from just moving you both and absolutely wrecking you from behind like he always did.

"G-give me a second, Ale…" You whimpered, rolling your hips in order to adjust yourself to his size, your wetness dripping out and soaking his pubes and balls. "God, you feel so so good…"

"Con calma…" He whispered, hands caressing your thighs as he urged you to take it slowly, pressing himself up a bit to both help you take him and create some friction.

"I can do it…" You doubled over and arched your back so you could bounce up and down on his cock slowly, unlike all the past times Alejandro had gotten you to ride him as fast as you could, wrecking your insides and rendering you dumb.

"Yeah, there you go." He growled, hands helping you move along his cock, his hands gripping your love handles in hopes that that would ground him enough to keep himself from losing it. "Good girl, esa es."

God, you loved how perfect this angle felt, it let you feel every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your walls, the head of his cock easily battering against your cervix every time you were pulled down.

"Hng! Got- Fuck, faster-" You whined to yourself as you started to feel that familiar knot forming in your tummy, legs shaking as you tried your best to go a bit faster, screwing your eyes shut in concentration.

"Need me to take over, amor?" Alejandro let out a breathless chuckle, slapping at your thigh to watch you tremble as you tried lifting yourself up.

You wanted to shake your head, to continue until you were both sweaty and cum-lax, but you knew that you didn't have as much stamina as he did to continue, lying yourself on his chest and nodding your head, mewling against his sweaty skin.

"Yes, please…"

You cried out as his open palm hit your ass this time, both of them grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them, using them as leverage to slam up into you the way he knew both of you liked, laughing out heartily as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Así? You like it?"

"Mhm, yes, god, yes! I love it, Ale!"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, the sounds that were leaving both of you nothing less than pornographic.

The feeling of your husband's cock wrecking your insides was amazing, tears filling your eyes as you felt the knot inside of you get ready to snap, the pleasure filling your body immeasurable to the point where your brain shut off.

"C'mon, mi amor. You can do it. Ya sabes, I'm not finishing before you." He cooed into your ear, peppering kisses over your sweaty face as drool pooled down onto his chest. "Ay, my dumb girl."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally got pushed over the edge along with his dirty talk spoken in that beautiful voice of his, your cunt clenching around his cock and soaking it in your juices, most of them running pooling down onto the sofa and covering his balls.

"Carajo, you've soaked me, mi vida." He laughed, pressing your ass down onto him with one hand while the other tangled itself in your hair, moving your head up so you could slot your lips together, drool and spit being shared in a desperate kiss as you rode out your high and Alejandro continued slamming into you chasing his own.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned out as he let you go, holding your head in place so he could continue covering your face in sloppy messy kisses, your lipstick that had rubbed onto his lips staining your own face. "Dentro?"

"Inside!" You spluttered out, tears running down your cheeks as he groaned out, spilling into you with one final powerful thrust.

The feeling of his spend gushing into you was enough to make another orgasm run through your body, both of you clinging to each other as you enjoyed the warmth and pleasure you were sharing.

"Como te amo…" Alejandro sighed out as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping your arms around your waist and letting you cockwarm him until he deemed it enough. "Mi chica linda…"

[icarustypicalfall]

December

Alejandro Vargas x reader

masterpost • Ao3

Summary: And only when you feel like there is nothing left, you'll find me waiting for you, I'll make it feel like home.

Or

Where Alejandro comes home, because home is you.

Warnings: SFW, bath scene, sweet fluff <3

Note: I die for the unsexual ways of showing intimacy. I tried a new style, not really sure of it, but i just love this trope; where A washes B's hair and takes care of them in a non sexual way, and they are both comfortable and happy :( <3

“Be still my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

The journey from the base to home was long, uncomfortable, and, above all, tiring. Alejandro shifted, letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, careful not to touch the still numb cut on his forehead.

The medics had urged him to get his wounds stitched up, or at the very least, checked. But he dismissed it as pointless, with only one thing on his mind: coming home to you.

As soon as the debriefing ended, he hopped into the nearest car, beckoning Rudy and some other vaqueros to join him. A younger member, barely awake, asked, "Where are we going, colonel?" Alejandro gazed at the purple sky with a knowing smile and replied, "Home."

Home.

Alejandro was the colonel, but that didn't mean he didn't care. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He checked on every member, praising some and ordering others to go straight to their family houses to rest. Los Vaqueros were his family, he celebrated their joy and grieved their sorrow as his own.

Even in his most exhausted moments, Alejandro never forgot about his long-time friend and second in command, Rudy. He made sure Rudy reached his family, sain et sauf after every mission, as he had done for the past twenty years.

Alejandro sighed, stopping at the side of the road to check his phone after the last vaquero had left. The background was a selfie of you and him, licking ice cream under the moonlit sky.

You never understood why he liked this picture so deerly, he's been gazing at it for the last two years, whenever he was away from you. As if your sweet smile comforted him and buried his dark thoughts somewhere only you knew.

If anything, it was a sweet picture, tongues out, wide grins, your hair sticking to your foreheads, a proof of the swimming session you two had beforehand.

He remembered it perfectly—the day you got married. Instead of going home, he insisted on going to the beach to have your own celebration. It was surprisingly warm and deserted. Time didn't matter to you—three in the morning. You danced, swirled, and swam in the dark water with your dress on.

To hell with makeup and his suit.

All you wanted was a laugh and a kiss under the moonlit sky. And you never found it lacking, not once, after meeting him.

You were both madly in love. Two fools swimming in an ocean of sanity and adoration. You completed each other. You longed for each other.

Alejandro reached home after the long journey. His muddy boots left traces on the doorstep as he fumbled for his keys, trying to be discreet. It was almost midnight, and he didn't want to wake you—or any of the neighbors.

Before the key even grazed the hole, the door slowly unlocked.

You gazed at Alejandro with a calm smile on your face and uttered, "Welcome home, colonel."

You were silent, still. Gazing at the astonished man. You promised, never quitting this habit of waiting for him.

He complained, nonsense about how you should rest and let him surprise you and bla-bla-bla.

You didn't give in his pleas, not even once.

You were always waiting at the doorstep, every ounce in your body craved a glimpse of your beloved husband.

Alejandro grinned, stepping inside and letting his bag fall to his side. His arms found their way to your sides, sweeping you off your feet and crashing you into his chest as he murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Mi mondo… mi todo...”

The embrace was a burning fire, melting both of you into one. Alejandro closed the door with a kick of his heel, slowly stepping into the warm flat.

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the cut on his temple. He winced slightly, his eyes shutting before he uttered, "It's nothing...mi amor."

You shook your head, knowing his stubbornness was just a cover to hide his pain. Not because he was afraid of being vulnerable to you, he simply didn't want you to worry. He wished for you to live your ultimest youth, without a single cloud of onus to disturb your shining sun and skies.

You were a Phoenix to him, healing every scar and cut with your gentle touch and soft whispers.

"Come with me."

You guided him upstairs to the bathroom.

The room was hot, steamy with fog clouds floating around you. The black marbelic walls were covered with small beads of water vapor, slowly racing down to the ground.

Alejandro leaned against the door, resting his against the hard material with a long and tired sigh.

You checked the water temperature, motioning for him to climb in the tub. He steeped closer, gazing at the surface of the colorless liquid. His face emerged, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He cupped your cheeks, smiling wearily. "Mi amor, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to..."

You ran him a warm bath, filled with devotion to the brim.

Just the way he liked it, with oils and conditioner that he enjoyed smelling on you. Alejandro adored every detail about you. Somehow, you had captured his mind and soul within your hands. Your little gestures only served to deepen his affection.

You helped him take off his dirty, blood-soaked clothes—thankfully not his own. The military uniform fell to the floor, followed by his torn shirt. He sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your hands trailed over his scarred skin, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He remembered when he brought you to the beach, embarrassed about his battle scars, thinking you'd be disgusted by the cuts on his skin. But instead, you cradled his flesh with merciful tenderness, Washing away his worries through kisses scattered on his back. He held back his tears, letting you heal his skin and carve a lasting memory in his mind.

Back to reality, Alejandro smiled at you, his eyebrows furrowing in question at your grinning face. He was wearing cat-printed shorts, and you couldn't help but laugh as he blushed slightly.

There was no tension, no other thoughts, not at this moment at the very least. This precious moment was too good, too perfect to be tainted and corrupted by any sin, even if it wasn't a wrongdoing anyway. He saw it no other way, and neither did you. You helped him wash away the weariness of duty, making him feel at home. Could he ask for more?

Alejandro slowly submerged himself under the water, his head lazily resting on the edge of the tub. He gazed at you, silently observing your every movement. He missed this, missed you deeply. No words could express how desperately he longed for your presence.

You held the shampoo bottle, scooping some product into your hands before lathering it into his now wet hair. He shivered, letting out a contented sigh. You massaged his shoulders, washing away the aches of war and leaving nothing but love that cascaded down his shoulders like honey.

Silence filled the house, the only sounds audible were the hushed breaths he took and the occasional dripping of water from the sink. Finally, wrapped in a large towel and smelling of fresh grass and vanilla, Alejandro sat on the edge of the tub as you searched for band-aids in the small box. He chuckled wearily as you placed a green plaster on his temple.

Standing between his legs, you cupped his face, examining his very being before whispering silently, "I love you, thank you for coming back."

Taken aback, he kissed you, your lips intertwining in a gentle embrace of madness before he uttered, "Thank you for waiting, mi todo."

It was around 2 am, as you lay in bed. The scent of warm chumpurados filled the room, igniting in his soul and heart a longing for home. But, would he complain? He was indeed at home, for his heart and mind resided with you.

Alejandro placed his mug on the nightstand before resting his head on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, gently caressing his hair.

Alejandro leaned in, murmuring nonsensical words against your limb. His gratitude was beyond imagination. Without you, he would be lost, despondent. He found his missing piece with you, you little thief, stealing his heart and claiming it as your own. He didn't mind in the slightest, willing to sacrifice his very essence for your sake.

Silently, you asked, "Is something on your mind, mi amor?"

He whispered instantly, his fingers intertwining with your form in a tenderness that would make the clouds shy away. "You... mi cielo."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you broke the silence once more. "I know, mi amor. I meant, is there anything bothering you?"

"No. Nothing at all.. when I am with you, I am so much happier…”

[bunnys-kisses]

i only got eyes for you

col. alejandro vargas

cw: smut/pwp, protective!alejandro (borderline possessive), body worship, tender sex, missionary position

bunny says: like the fic? leave a comment! really like the fic? suggest your own. i'm always opened to new ideas <3

"do i scare you, dove?" he asked as he hand trailed up your thigh, pushing up the rather short skirt you wore. his dark eyes met yours as he smiled, "i've done a lot of bad things for the sake of safety."

you sat down in his lap and cupped his face tenderly, there was a small buzz in your head from the feeling of your lover's broad hand on your thigh. you leaned in close to him and replied, "alejandro. you're a good man, you could never convince me otherwise. i'm not scared of you."

he reached for your hair and combed his fingers through it, "good." he smiled then pulled you gently to his lips.

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you knew that alejandro was a good man. he was protective in a way that some would view as alarming. at times it put him at odds with himself, was he keeping you trapped like a bird?

but if something happened to you.

the idea of losing you had him double checking the locks before bed. he left extra kisses on your neck before he left for missions. and always came home with flowers.

you met him by chance, you were in university in the city he was stationed at. you just thought he was a charming man, until you found his id in his wallet the next morning. you had slept with a special operative. he caught you with his wallet in your hand, for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out some fighting moves and knock you out... or worse.

"i guess you found my little secret. i lied about my name. it's not eliseo." he shrugged, "can't be going around and giving away my identity, even to pretty girls." he closed the gap between you two, he held onto your chin and looked at you, "but i am curious how alejandro sounds on your tongue."

i mean what were you supposed to do, not invite him for breakfast. after that it felt like your two lives sort of melded together. he came home from long grueling missions and would just lie on top of you. he wanted to make sure that his woman was safe till his return.

"no one else touched you, right?" he asked lowly as his hands ran up and down your arms.

you squirmed occasionally in his touch and replied, "not a soul. i'd never want anyone else alejandro. i thought about you every day." then you started to slowly kiss him.

he made a soft noise against you as his calloused hands roamed up the front of your sleeping shirt. you're the one he came home too, the woman he'd go through hell for.

and what a beautiful woman you were. it was why he worried so much about other men getting their hands on you. you were his slice of heaven and would bend the earth to make sure that you stayed that way.

call him possessive, but to lose someone so precious would turn him into a man who could not be contained by any means. so as his hands trailed your stomach, his heated gaze on you, you felt under his control.

"alejandro." you said softly.

he kissed you once more and toyed with your breast under your shirt. he heard you soft noise in your kiss then pulled away and looked down at you, "yes, my dove." both hands were still under your shirt, he was touching you gently.

"did you miss me?" you pouted.

he smiled softly and kissed you on the forehead, "every second we were apart it felt like hours." he slowly pulled the shirt over your head and exposed your breasts to him.

he kissed you once more as he started to work on his pants, which he kicked to the bottom of the bed, his hands then hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants before they were off too. in a tussle on the bed, you were both stripped on your clothes.

alejandro's cock was quite impressive. he chuckled and told you he was just "average" but you were certain that "average" didn't feel like it was in the back of your throat every time he fucked you.

he gazed down at you, "you'd tell me if anyone tried to touch you, right?" he leaned in once more, your noses almost touching. his energy was almost intimidating, it made you stomach twist in a good way.

he was feared, that was certain. he didn't get to where he was by being a pacifist. if he got his hands dirty, even for a good cause, it meant others got to stay clean. simple as that.

you both laid in bed together, where he kissed along your heated skin. he kissed along the hills and valleys of your body. the plushness under his hands as he held your hips. a goddess. a symbol of the divine feminine. the thought made him smile as he slowly kissed your breasts. he could almost feel your heartbeat.

"nothing will ever hurt you, my dove." he said softly as he gazed at you briefly before he pressed more kisses. he worshiped your body in ways that made his cock twitch.

that was why he found himself to be on the possessive side when it came to you. your name, location and other information was under a tight lock and key.

he pressed his head up against your stomach and held your hips for a moment. he exhaled deeply, "never leave me." he said out loud, but internally said, or i will have to find you.

sometimes it slipped out, the obsessive need to know that he'd never be without you. while you never noticed the intensity of what he was saying, it simply meant he could continue to pile on the security to keep his dove safe.

you ran your fingers through his dark hair and said, "alejandro. i would never, i love you too much." you watched him look up at you once more and take your hand off his hand to kiss it.

"then be good and let me take care of you." he let go and pulled away from you. he got between your legs, his cock at full attention. he rubbed it gently against the entrance of your slit. the wetness made a shiver run through him.

you reached out for him, but ended up with your hands buried in the covers. you loved him deeply, even if he could be off-putting. you labelled him as protective, even if your friends thought he was a little possessive. like who needed to check on the cameras in the house if it was just you there? but you shrugged it off, he just wanted you safe. what was wrong with that?

"are you ready, my dove." he said softly. your pussy was enticing to him, the feeling of your heat around his cock was like muscle memory, baked into his core.

you nodded, "i'm always ready for you."

he smirked. so eager, so soft and gentle. of course you fell for a man like him, you needed someone to protect you. keep you safe against a world that would take you limb from you. he leaned forward as pushed his cock deep inside of you with ease.

he chest was pressed against yours as he put his weight on you. kept you pinned down to the bed as he fucked your cunt. the sounds of your love making filled the room. your noises sounded angelic to him.

a paradise for his pleasure, the most beautiful woman in the world letting him rut his cock into you. he dug his nose into your hair as he held your hips. he moved against you, he could feel the racing of your heart.

he chuckled, "good girl. my good girl." as his grip tightened a little more. he continued to thrust into you, your bodies moved together in a rhythm that made both of you hot all over.

the kissing became sloppier as you felt your head begin to feel dizzy. despite the rush of hormones in your body, it still felt hazy as you partner held you tightly and fucked into your tight head.

he gave you soft words of praise as he grew hotter all over. his angel. there was no other woman like you, he just thought you were simply perfect. and nothing could ever convince him otherwise. he held onto your hips and thrusted up into you.

you wrapped your legs around him tightly as you moved up and down the bed. your cheeks felt flushed, pleasure was taking over. your hands soon roamed his back as you felt the strength of him.

"mine." he simply said. then went into for another searing kiss. the electricity between you two felt hot. there was a flame in your belly as you tried to meet his pace. he simply said close to you, "stay still, my dove. be good for me."

his voice sounded darker, laced with heavy pleasure as he began to pick up the pace. he watched your expression change the deeper you fell into lust.

you moaned out loud as you felt the rush through your body. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, you dug your nails into his back and tightened around him. your buried your head in his shoulder and climaxed.

he held onto you as tightly as he could and fucked you. it was good proper fucking as you started to fall from your orgasmic high. he kept a good grip on you as he finished inside of you.

"alejandro!" you whimpered as you felt the pace slow down.

he slowed to a still then let go of his tight grip on your body. he kept his eyes on your blissed out expression as he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he reached for your face and pulled you in for another kiss.

"good girl." he purred before he settled himself beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he kept you close as he came down from his own high, his cock still soaked in your wetness.

he kissed you a few more times before he simply gazed at you with warmth in his chest. you were his girl and nothing could ever break you two apart. he simply wouldn't let it happen.

and he'd make sure you never forget who your man was. the good, proper man he was. <3

[hearts4court]

Dating Alejandro Vargas aesthetic ❤️

A/N: i replay the same cutscenes of him when i play cod.

even though these are pinterest photos, still, Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Mr. Vargas

𖤐Pairing: Professor! Alejandro x College girl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, age gap (23-40 yr old), blowjob, fingering, P in V, Dom!Alejandro, innocent Y/n, groping, nipple play, eating out, hair pulling, ass slapping, praising and degrading,

𖤐Summary: Professor Alejandro gets his life distracted by one of his students

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3:00PM

Alejandro sat in his office flipping through papers of his students work, but he was looking at one of his students that he has been having a bit of problems with.

“Gah-“

“Hey now…did I say you could stop?” He looks down at this certain student.

“Sorry sir,” Y/n says as her face rested close to his hard dick.

“You scored a 40% on my quiz…have you even been paying attention in my class?”

“I…” she looks down knowing she hasn’t.

“Obviously you haven’t and it shows, you scored the lowest out of everyone,” Alejandro says. He grips her hair tightly behind her head, pulling her and making her make eye contact with him.

“Ah!”

“Hush. We’re going over the ones you miss,” he yanks her up off the floor and bends her over his lap. “If you get it wrong, well, you know what happens,” he says lifting her skirt exposing her ass to him and as a warning he smacks her ass earning a yelp from her.

"A crime with a punishment of 1 year or less in jail is the definition of what word? A. Miranda, B. Arrest, C. Misdemeanor, or D. Felony?" Alejandro asked, gently rubbing her butt getting ready.

"C. M-Misdemeanor."

"Good...but why did you get it wrong if you knew? Did you get it wrong on purpose knowing I might do this to you?" He teased her.

"Next one. When the police trick someone into committing a crime that they would not otherwise commit is the definition of what word? A. Entrapment, B. Curtilage, C. Misdemeanor, or D. Felony?"

"A!" She shouts.

"And yet you got it wrong...you know everything but yet, you purposely got most of them wrong..." He smacks her butt anyways. Earning a loud yelp. "You wanted this...you wanted my attention, you got it, but why lie when you know you could just ask, and I'll give you all the attention you need," his hand went under her chin making her look up at him.

"I want your attention, Mr. Vargas," she moans.

"I know you do," he smacks her ass over and over till seeing red on her ass and a handprint on her right cheek. "And now you get a punishment," he growled.

He pulls her off his lap and stood her up on his desk, he stood between her legs, his hands went to her thighs and he started to kiss her neck, earning a soft moan from her. His hands went under her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"I give you so many opportunities to be a good girl and yet you still disobey me," he smacks her thighs this time earning a whimper.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not, if you were you wouldn't have done what you did, you failed just for attention, that's fucking pathetic," he growls at her.

"S-Sir," he smacks her thighs again.

"You don't fucking get to speak," he says.

She bites her bottom lip holding back every word. He smirks and starts going down, he licks his lips and pull her panties down off her lower half and tossing them to the side. His head goes under her skirt licking up her wet slit.

The bottom of her skirt drapes over his head, she collapse on her elbows, her thighs wanted to close around his head but he was holding them open from closing.

She moans as his tongue was licking her up. Y/n then fell on her back, her finger joint her mouth but Alejandro's hand grabbed her wrist pulling her hand away.

"I want to hear your moans," he demands. As he goes back down on her. His hands gripping her thighs pinning them to her chest, he sits up and spits on her clit, he then starts slowly rubbing the spit on her before shoving three fingers inside of her.

Her head goes back hitting against the wood of the desk. She groans from the pain.

He looks at her face seeing her in pleasure, he smirks knowing he could make his girl feel good. Her hand goes to his wrist to keep up his pace as the other fondled with her left tit. She moans then looks at him, she knows he could treat her this good.

He then leans down and starts to lick her nipple, suck on her, and nip at her bud. She moans and holds his other wrist playing with her. She clenches around his three fingers and then he quickly pulls them out.

She whines at him.

"Oh shut up," he says, smacking her thighs. He starts unbuckling his pants and pulled out his hard cock, he rubs his tip against her wet folds teasing her.

He watches her moan and whine. Then he pushes himself inside of her, he thrusts inside of her, immediately rough and hard, she bounces up and down against him moaning and her hands trying to find a place to rest.

Alejandro smirks down at his little play thing, he holds her waist and starts pounding a bit faster and sloppier. Alejandro leans down kissing her neck and then kissing her lips.

His tongue forces its way into her mouth. Her eyes opened slightly, her gaze looked at his eyes that narrowed, they looked dead or bored.

"Flip over, on your stomach," he demands, flipping over and then grabbing her wrist holding her back. Her body off his desk and her feet felt like they were going to slip out from underneath of her.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Mr. Vargas, I'm hear to talk about my grade!" A voice was heard on the other side of his office door.

"Not now, Eliza, I'm still talking with my other student, come back in a few minutes!" Alejandro groans like he was annoyed that he was interrupted.

As he fucked Y/n his hand covered Y/n's mouth muffling her moans, but she couldn't help it. As he moves his hands drool drips from from her mouth and his palm.

"You nasty, slut," he smacks her ass earning a yelp from her.

"Ah! AH! AH!" She moans.

"Shut up," he groans.

"S-Sir, I'm-I'm going to cum," she says softly.

"Do it...but I'm not going to stop," he says, smacking her ass.

She grips the wood but of course no grip anywhere. She squeezes her eyes shut and she felt herself come on his dick, but like he said, he wasn't going to stop, he's not fucking done.

"God, you slut, you made a fucking mess," he smirks, gripping her hair and making her look at him form over her shoulder. His lips kissed hers.

"I-I'm sorry," she says.

His hand held her mouth making her quiet and then he starts picking up the pace a bit, skin slapping against each other in his office. He was rough and then he felt himself twitch inside of her and then cum leaks from his tip, he pulls out and watched cum leak from her.

He then sits in his chair, keeping Y/n against his desk, watching cum slowly leak from her. He smirks grabbing tissue and cleaning her up and then leaning forward to taste her cum.

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7:00PM

"Up...down...up...down, good girl...there you go...keep going," he was gentle, hands on her waist guiding her.

Y/n moans as she starts moving her hips so gently, grinding on him and smiling when Alejandro kisses between her breasts.

He then starts kissing and sucking on the side of her tit, she moans as her hands went to his hair.

"You're so gentle," she says.

"It's my way of apologizing for being so hard on you," and it's true. Alejandro will get all worked up and then take it all out on Y/n, then afterwards he starts being gentle and sweet with her, treating her and what she likes.

Alejandro and Y/n agreed to this type of thing when Y/n was a freshman in his class, and they made a deal that they both could help each other with their sexual needs and wants. Y/n is single and Alejandro was divorce from his ex-wife and no kids.

"Come on, amor...I want you to cum," he says with a smile.

"I'm trying," she says, moving a bit faster but his hands held her waist to keep her slow pace.

"No, no, slow, amor, slow," he says.

She just nods listening to him. She was slow, and gentle, she felt herself close again, she looks at Alejandro and then let's out a soft moan before coming, he smiles and comes as well.

"There we go," he placed his left hand on the back of her head and the other on her lower back. He gently rests her on his desk, he was above her. "We'll go one more time...I know you're tired, mi amor," he coos next to her ear as he moves slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck, her moans echoing in his ears.

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alejandro Vargas NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

Ladies, gentleman and everyone in-between, it's him. It's forehead man.

Alejandro is so FINE tho 😍 I'm so excited to be doing headcanons for this man. I'd learn Spanish just for him tbh.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His hands are absolutely glued to your hips the whole time.

-He gets the widest, most shit-eating grin whenever he manages to hit your g-spot.

-"Listen to those moans. Fuck, is that it? Is that the spot right there, amor?"

-Very confident in the fact that he can make you scream. In fact, he wants you to be loud.

-"Thats it, scream for me. Grita mi nombre. God, the neighbors must be so jealous of me because they aren't the ones making you scream."

-Edges you a lot tbh. Getting to cum immediately w/ him is kinda rare.

-If you make him jealous by talking to someone else, or if you guys just haven't been able to spend time together, he's more likely to edge you for longer.

-"Don't start whining, hermosa/o. You asked for this. Why were you talking to them anyways, hm? Why waste your time on someone like that when you have me?"

-Even if you were just talking to a friend innocently or something, chances of Alejandro's jealousy rising is high.

-He trusts you not to cheat on him, he knows you love him, but that doesn't stop him from being a tiny bit jealous anyway. And that jealously and possessiveness totally seeps into your sex life.

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard and yall already know it's thick af ( lord.have.mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏)

-The sex is either passionate and rougher or passionate and gentler depending on the mood. But, it's always super passionate. His attention is focused entirely on you, with much deeper strokes if it's gentler.

-Marks you up a lot and doesn't really care who sees them. He wants people to know that you're his.

-"There we go. Look at how pretty your neck is, covered with my hickeys."

-And if you try to wear something that covers the marks, he'll carefully pull it right off of you.

-"No, no. Don't hide the marks, cariño. Why would you be ashamed of showing off how good I make you feel?"

-Will not hesitant to spank you if he doesn't like how you're acting. Slaps your ass and even your pussy/cock with every word he says.

-"Don't use that fucking tone with me. Who do you think you are?"

-Makes you count every slap. If you lose count, he'll start right over and much more harshly. (My dyscalculic ass could never 💀)

-I just know that his ideal introduction to sex is very romantic. Like, candlelight dinner followed by slow dancing that escalates into him carrying you to bed kinda romantic.

-At the end of the day, Alejandro just wants to be close to you. He dislikes quickies for the fact that he wants to spend time and take his time with you. To Alejandro, there's no greater pleasure than the ability to make his partner feel good.

-Will totally worship your body if you're insecure about it. If you ever come to him with your insecurities, his mindset changes from fucking you until the bed breaks to making the sweetest, most tender love imaginable.

-"Aw, look at this body. This gorgeous fucking body. You're crazy for being insecure about all of this."

-"Do you have any idea how many times this body's made me cum? Dios, the thought of this body, the thought of your pussy/dick is enough to make me cum."

-Will also gently massage your thighs as they hug his hips while making love, no matter how big or small they are.

-"Dios mío, these thighs...tan jodidamente increíble."

-Demands that you tell him how amazing you are.

-"Say it, baby. Tell me how beautiful/handsome you are."

-And if you refuse? He'll just keep asking you to, threatening to pull out and not let you finish if you don't.

-"That's not what I asked, mi vida. Say it for me, say how amazing and sexy you are. No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces."

-But the best thing about sex w/ Alejandro if you're feeling insecure and do everything he says? He always let's you cum. Never edges you like he normally would. It's probably because he's not nearly as focused on himself and his own pleasure as he normally would be.

-Enjoys gently cumming inside of you during more gentle sex. Prefers cumming on your pussy/ass/dick or even your chest/belly if it's rougher, though.

-Often shuts his eyes as he finishes, fingers digging into your skin before his grip loosens and his eyes are glued to your face once more. He chuckles while showering your face in kisses, voice hushed and satisfied.

-"Dios mío, that was amazing. Can't believe I'm with someone as wonderful as you, mi amor."

-Almost always hopes you'll agree to taking a bath with him. Like I said, he's all about romantic intercourse, and there's nothing more romantic to Alejandro than getting to wash your body of the mess you've both created.

-And then you're gonna both fall asleep, Alejandro's strong arms wrapped tightly around you while he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders, whispering praises and adoring words.

-Oh, and he usually tries to stay up later than you. Why? Because the look on your face after sex, all satisfied and at total peace, makes him feel accomplished and happy for making you feel good.

Translations: (apologies if anything is inaccurate, online translators can only get you so far :()

Cariño=sweetheart/honey

Amor=love

Hermosa/o=beautiful

Mi vida=my life

Dios/Dios mío=God/my God

Grito mi nombre=Yell out my name

Tan jodidamente increíble=So fucking incredible

No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces=I won't let you cum if you don't

Alejandro has my ❤. He's just so.. 😍

Really enjoyed doing headcanons for him! You can probably tell that I had way more ideas for Alejandro than I did for Gaz (I'm so sorry Gaz enjoyers 😭). I've also intended to do Alejandro for a while, before even Ghost or König. I just did those two first since ik how popular they are.

I'll be doing more headcanons soon, probably more SFW ones, too, because I only have like 2 SFW headcanons on my page 😔.

Feel free to give me suggestions for who to do next!

[victoryverse]

Just stumbled across your blog and I love your writing. Could I do a request for Alejandro breaking in his virgin!gf for the first time? Just unhealthy amounts of fluff and smut xo

Sure, here you go! I hope you enjoy it :)

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Alejandro was feeling nervous as he stood outside his girlfriend’s bedroom door. He had been dating her for a few months now, and he knew that she was a virgin. He had promised to wait until she was ready, but the temptation was becoming unbearable.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard her soft footsteps approaching and his heart began to race. When the door opened, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but she looked absolutely stunning.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, giving her a smile.

“Hi,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink.

“Can I come in?” he asked, gesturing towards her room.

“Um, sure,” she said, stepping aside to let him in.

He followed her into the room, taking in the sight of her cozy bedroom. She had a few posters on the wall and a bookshelf filled with books. He noticed a photo of the two of them on her bedside table and felt a warm feeling in his chest.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, noticing his serious expression.

“No, everything’s perfect. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, taking her hands in his.

“What is it?” she asked, looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes.

“I know we’ve talked about this before, but I want to make sure that you’re absolutely sure about this,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“I am,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I trust you, Alejandro.”

He smiled at her, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been worried about pressuring her into something she wasn’t ready for, but hearing her say those words made him feel better.

He leaned in and kissed her softly, his hands sliding down to her waist. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

He pulled away, his lips hovering over hers. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes filled with love and trust. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, looking into her eyes as he caressed her cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body. He slowly removed her t-shirt, revealing her soft skin. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest, pausing to tease her nipples with his tongue.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. He continued his ministrations, making her gasp and arch her back. He removed her shorts and panties, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body.

He removed his own clothes, his erection straining against his boxers. He climbed on top of her, his lips finding hers once again. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down to her center.

She gasped as he began to rub her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He moved down her body, his lips trailing down her stomach. He reached her core and began to kiss and lick her, causing her to moan and writhe beneath him.

He continued to pleasure her, his fingers slipping inside her and his tongue flicking over her clit. She was writhing and moaning, her hands gripping the sheets as she approached her climax.

He felt her body tense and he intensified his movements, bringing her to a powerful orgasm. She cried out his name, her body shaking with pleasure.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes to make sure she was still okay.

“I love you,” he whispered, before slowly entering her.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a slight pain. He stopped, waiting for her to adjust. He leaned down and kissed her, his hand stroking her hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, her arms wrapping around him. “I’m okay,” she said, giving him a small smile.

He began to move slowly, his hips rocking against hers. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his back. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

He could feel her tightening around him, her moans becoming louder. He reached down and began to rub her clit, sending her over the edge once again. Her body tensed and she cried out his name, her walls clenching around him.

He continued to thrust into her, his own climax approaching. He buried his face in her neck, his muscles tensing as he released inside her.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. He rolled off of her and pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I love you too,” she replied, snuggling into his chest.

He couldn’t believe how perfect this moment was. He had waited for this for so long, and it was even better than he could have imagined. He knew that he would always remember this night as the night he made love to the most amazing girl in the world.

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[angelsdom]

Alejandro Vargas Headcanons

SFW :

Come on this man would totally worship the fuck out of you.

Would buy you anything you wanted without even having to tell him.

Uses names such as cariño, querida, tesoro, mami.

LOVES it when you cook for him when he comes back home from a long-lasting mission.

Would bring you at his work just to show off how lucky he is to have you.

Melts when you use Spanish nicknames for him like mi hombre, rey, mi amor, mi vida.

Would definitely act like a scary dog when a rookie approaches you with bad intentions.

NSFW :

Okay. Let's talk business now. Mans probably the kinkiest motherfucker you've ever met.

Is gentle when you aske him to be BUT will get rough when he feels like it

Probably starts dirty talking to you in Spanish and eventhough you don't understand it still turns you on.

obsessed with you riding him. Just the sight of you bouncing on his cock drives him insane.

Has probably bended you over his desk in his office and fucked you sore. For sure. Like how dare you wear this short skirt and expect not to be fucked?

I just know for a fact that he buys you those remote controlled panties and just watches you suffer with a smirk on his face.

[OKAYY. Hi, I'm new. This is my first attempt at writing a mw2 fic/headcanons. Hope I succeeded.]

[here-but-forgotten]

takin' my time

alejandro vargas x f!reader

kitchen sex / rough sex / domestic / light spanking / light sub-dom undertones / aftercare / no beta we die like men / 3.5k words / archive of our own link

“What have you decided to bake today?” The question floats in the air for as moment, your focus on folding the batter on the sides of the bowl back into the rest of the batter. The kitchen is cool, allowing for the oven to not turn the area into a furnace, footsteps approaching as the sun shines in through the sheer curtains.

“Chocolate bake,” You finally respond, warm hands coming to rest on your hips, the warmth seeping from his hands to your skin, his chest pressed up against your back. Alejandro hums, his cheek resting on the top of your head, becoming an audience for you as your focus returns to the batter; pouring into the pan while his hands creep to your stomach, resting there. His warmth enveloping you as you continue your focus, a softness draping the two of you. The air is never awkward or thick when it’s like this, when it’s a calm day filled with little tasks where the worst that happens is a mild inconvenience. Alejandro shifts behind you, kissing the crown of your head.

“Can I put this in the oven or are you going to keep me caged here?” You smile at his attention, kisses pressed against your forehead to your temple, trailing the side of your face to your ear; teeth catching the skin gentler than anticipated, hips pressing back against his as you arch your back. The scratch of his beard leaves tingles in its wake.

“I’d like to keep you still somehow, but maybe not like that,” Alejandro teases lowly, moving back to allow you to put the pan in the oven. His eyes never leaving your form— the shiver running down your back reminding you of such, with his heat gone from your body.

“I think I remember a certain way you’ve kept me still before.” You move away from the oven, setting the timer as the air behind you shifts a bit, your attention back to your baking as you gather your utensils into the batter bowl.

His hands return to your hips as you set the bowl beside the sink, his hips firmly pressing against your own,

“Alejan-”

“Nuh uh,” His hand grips your jaw, turning your head to look back and up at him, the crown of your head resting against his chest, “How did I keep you still before, hm?”

A flush rushes through your body, from your chest to your face and back down again; Alejandro’s grip firm but not tight, keeping your eyes locked on his. Your stomach twists in a heat, seeping to your groin and thighs. His gaze is firm, authoritative, yet only a whisper of what he exudes when he is working.

“You held me down,” You whisper.

“And how did I do that?” Alejandro asks, his voice quiet but not small.

Your face is hit with another wave of flush, trailing down to your breasts; the vulnerability of recounting what has happened would be humiliating if it wasn’t him.

“You pinned my hands down,”

“Mhmm.”

“And held my hair.”

His eyes look over your face, moving from your eyes to your lips, his other hand moving to your belly to push your hips flush against his; his hard-on pressing against your lower back as a stillness settles in the kitchen. The hand on your stomach trailing up in a line of heat, groping one of your breasts roughly through your clothing- a moan escaping your mouth as he locks eyes with you again.

Alejandro’s gaze is intense, a gaze that places a warm weight pressed onto your shoulders, keeping you still with the silent understanding of granted dominance; a dominance that has been gifted to him, and one that he could never claim without your blessing.

“And you got that for being a little whore, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Your voice falls out softer than expected, his hand on your breast running down to your groin- his touch softer and lighter as he cups your mound, continuing to keep you firmly against him.

“You just had to wear a little skirt, didn’t you?” His voice drops into a lower tone, a bit of grit added as his fingers ghost over your panties, warmth rushing through your core to meet him.

“They get less dirty than my pants do,” You try to logically rebuttal, a little smile creeping from your lips to prove yourself wrong. Alejandro quirks an eyebrow at you, both mildly amused and irritated at the attempted reasoning.

“They just so happen to leave a lot out in the open, no?” His hand leaves your jaw to wrap itself around your throat, a weight anchoring you into reality.

“Just a little…”

Alejandro lets out a bemused hum, swiftly moving his hand to the back of your neck, bending you over the counter- his body draping your own as his cock pressed against your ass firmly. His weight pinning you down with no room for discussion, warmth running up your legs to your core, his jeans rubbing against your legs.

“I would beg to differ,” He grovels, his hand at your core gripping the meat of your thigh— a gasp escaping you— with a firmness that would leave marks, “that this is ‘a little’, neña.”

A shaky breath leaves you along with the tension in your body, melting into the counter as his weight pins you there, his hand from your throat joining his other, groping and gripping the meat of your thigh; his chest pinning yours down to the counter, his lips assaulting your neck in teeth-filled kisses, his beard brushing against the marks. Your hips back into his again, warmth spreading from your core to your thighs, his touch making the heat unbearable as it grew. Whines fall out of your mouth before you have a chance to catch them, a growl vibrating through your back as a response.

Alejandro’s hips leave yours, his hands running from your inner thighs to your hips, thumbs pulling your skirt up over the curve of your ass to your waist—

“Hm, these aren’t your normal choice,” He muses as he inspects your panties, his darkened gaze briefly meeting yours over your shoulder.

“What’s different about them?” The tease falls out of your mouth before you have a chance to think about its consequence.

“These are the ones that you beg me to rip off of you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

His hips press against yours again, now with less fabric in between the two, a moan leaving you as his bulge moves between the folds of your core, the heat in your body becoming too much to bear. Your hips grind back against his— granting you another growl— only for his hands to tighten their grip on your hips.

“If I was less merciful I’d say you planned this, cariño,” Alejandro teases, his voice quipped up with a smile and strained.

“Of course not,” you hum with a smile.

Alejandro only responds in a small hum of acknowledgement, his thumbs gently rubbing your hips in a soothing manner, a softened feeling sinking into your shoulders despite your exposed position. His hands move, from a warm spot on your hips to the waist band of your panties,

“You’ve soaked through these,” His tone is telling, not questioning, running his fingers under the waist band, teasing the skin with his gentle brushing touch.

“Wonder whose fault that is.”

A faux-frustrated sigh leaves him, his grip pulling on the panties for a moment, contemplating your words for a still, eternal moment.

The rough yank pulls you back with a gasp, fabric ripping open and exposing your ass to him, only for him to continue rip after rip to pull apart the panties— leaving you open and exposed for him as the rejected fabric falls to the floor, the only fabric remaining being the waist band.

“Alejandro,” You draw out his name in a whine, his touch suddenly leaving you, the cool touch of metal resting against your hip—

“Shh,” He instructs, the knife cutting the band and letting it fall to the floor, the clink of it resting out of reach on the counter sealing the fate of the damned fabric.

Alejandro’s fingers rub your core, gathering the wet that has accumulated there, rubbing rhythmically, dipping down to circle your clit.

“Gotten this worked up over baking a cake, hm?”

“I don’t think the cake is what did it.”

He lets out a bemused chuckle, softer than his passionate actions, his fingers working your core as you melt into the counter once more; his digits warming your core beyond his previous touches, gently rubbing your clit enough to send waves of warmth through you as your muscles tremble. His middle finger entering you easily, leaving your clit alone as the air hits it, his touch slow and leisurely as he fingers you.

“Please, Alej,” You whimper, looking back at him for a moment, eyes meeting with an authority that you’re unable to challenge. Your focus wavers, resting on your forearms as he plays with you like a little doll that he keeps for himself.

His leisurely pace continues, working his finger inside of you with a lack of urgency, his other hand holding your hip firmly in place. Your core relaxing around him, your soft whines and whimpers filling the kitchen alongside the smell of the cake baking— his finger suddenly leaving you, pulling a gasp from you, only for him to roughly circle your clit, your hips jerking back against him at the sudden stimulation. He chuckles lowly, his grip strengthening on your hip to keep you still, torturing your clit with the roughness of his touch, your whines only encouraging him; the warmth wading through you while your stomach tightens. His fingers entering you again swiftly, two opening you up as you whine at the previous rough treatment and mourning the absence of it, his pace swifter and quicker than before, opening you up with a gasp,

“You beg a lot when you know you only get what I give you,” Alejandro grovels, his full weight suddenly on your back, pressing onto the counter with more force, “I should make you bake in an apron only next time, then you’ll be exposed for me, you’d like that, no?”

A garbled whine leaves you, unable to form words, his words and fingers reducing you to a doll for him to use, his two fingers stalling their thrusts to massage there they rested.

“Uh huh?” Alejandro smiles into a chuckle against your cheek, kissing your jaw, his hand leaving your hip and gripping your jaw, turning you to face him. His lips finally push against yours, a moan immediately leaving both of you, your lips ignited, his beard softly brushing against your face. His tongue brushes against your lips, a sweet gasp letting him in, his presence engulfing you in him. Alejandro’s own moans vibrate through you as another finger slips into you, your moan only allowing him to consume you more; his hand moving from his grip on your jaw to your throat, holding your neck firmly but cautiously, his nose clashing against yours messily as his fingers work further, his pace picking up. Your whimpers and whines are consumed by him, by his touch, by his mouth, by his presence over you.

Alejandro pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, pleasure-drunk sob leaving you as his touch completely leaves you, the sound of his belt and zipper cutting through your haze.

“Patience, neña,” He tuts, the sound him spitting into his hand making your core clench, looking over your shoulder to watch him stroke his large cock; a whine leaving you as you look up at him, a chuckle leaving him at your desperation, continuing to stroke himself at your state. Your eyes rake back down his body, through his built muscle, scars, the little stupid 20-year-old tattoos he got half drunk, his thick hair from his chest to his groin that is only interrupted by scars or muscle, and his thick cock, uncut and leaking, a veil visible through his foreskin, hair trailing down his v to his thighs—

“Enjoying the view?” Alejandro breaks through your thoughts, his hands finally reclaiming your hips, his cock teasing your entrance and clit.

“Hmm, uh huh,” You manage through a lust-ridden mind, one of his hands gripping your throat.

Alejandro hums, finally pushing his thick head through your entrance the dull stretch that is evident of his size, a groan leaving you from deep in your chest; his grunt mirroring your groan, his hand around your throat pulling you back to his chest, arching your back to take more of his cock, keeping you close as your body relaxed around him.

His head rests against yours, chin on your shoulder, his pants fanning your ear as he adjusts to you; his cock stretching you out wonderfully at his size, his hips slowly pushing through to rest against yours. His cock resting deep inside of you, your body full and weighted down by him, your ass resting against his hips.

“You always feel wonderful,” Alejandro praises you, his voice soft and breathy, his breath sending a shiver rushing through you, pressing a warm gentle kiss to your ear.

“Feels so good,” You manage, Alej groaning in response, his fingers around your throat softly massaging to reassure you. He leans forward, leaning you down onto the counter to rest you on your forearms, his body pressed fully against yours— his hips pressing himself as deep into you as he could.

“Now be a good whore, yeah?”

Alejandro’s hips snap against yours with pointed accuracy, a cry ripping through you— the sensation of being empty and full again overwhelming you— setting a brutal pace of quick snaps and his tight grip on you, keeping you where he wants you as his cock ruthlessly fills you to the brim and taking away the sensation just as it reaches you. His hand around your throat holds you surely, without the force to choke, while his other hand took its liberty to dig bruises into the flesh of your hip. The momentum of his thrusts ripples your ass with each snap of his hips, his growls and grunts filling your ears and keeping you within your floating overwhelming overtaken headspace, his cock reaching the spongy area that reduces you to mush, keeping you pliant and good for him to fuck.

His lips find your ear, taking your ear between his teeth, holding you there against him with a sweet dull pain reminding you of how you’re being ruined. Your own noises aren’t even registering as your own anymore, just vibrations leaving your throat that radiate through his hand, mixed with the wet snaps and his own noises. The overwhelming sensation only worsened, his grip on your throat pulling you up to rest your head under his, resting your crown against his throat, thrusting into you at a deeper angle as your back arches greatly, your hips kept still, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust giving you sweet rushes of pointed pleasure.

His hips stall, his dick deep within you, panting for a moment as though his attention was somewhere else; his grip on your throat softened as the hand on your hip mimicked, easing out of your heat,

“What- why,” you ask, words not coming out as a coherent thought as much as a lust-hazed jumble.

Beep beep beep.

“Your cake is done,” Alejandro answers, a smirk heavy in his voice as he pulls you away from the counter to grab oven mitts, “You don’t want it to over-bake.”

“I hate you sometimes,” You grumble, the haze lifting long enough for the oven mitts to come on.

You take the time to open the oven, pulling the cake further on the rack to check if it’s baked through enough, finding it to be done and pulling it from the oven; resting it on the stove and putting the rack back, turning the oven off, just in time for Alejandro to grip you again,

“Is that so?” He murmurs with a certain tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Alejandro pulls you back to the section of the counter you’ve been pressed against for the better part of 30 minutes, bending you over and re-entering you with a roughness, caging you down between his arms. His thrusts immediately picking back up their original speed, his arm around your throat as his other arm snaked around your waist.

“You hate when I fuck you like this, no?” He growls, keeping you locked where you are, your gasps being pushed out of you with every rough thrust, his cock bullying into you with every slight movement.

“Answer me.” Alejandro stops, keeping his cock buried in you.

“No, I don’t,” You gasp out in some sort of successful sentence.

“You’re just being a brat then,” His voice lowers to a growl, pulling your hips up further to meet his.

A little sob of pleasure leaves you, unable to form a rebuttal, his mocking chuckle only making you wetter as his thrusts resume, leaving you open to fill you up again with every rough movement, keeping you full of his cock every second only to rip it out, your walls twitching around him. His arm leaves your waist briefly, a swift swat landing on your ass, the sting only making you groan.

“You can’t stand to act right, huh?”

Swat.

“Can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Swat.

“You take what I give you, don’t you, neña?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, the light sting only making the stimulation stronger, his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust.

“Uh huh,” He mocks you back, your poor body being fucked like a whore that he never viewed you as, like a cheap little toy he could throw away afterwards while you knew that would never happen; no, he’s fucking you like this to make sure that your pussy will never take a cock the same after he’s done with you, as though that would happen.

“Such a pretty girl,” His breath is ragged as your walls twitch, the arm around your waist moving away, instead his hand cupping your pussy to find your clit, “my pretty girl, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, his finger finding your clit, rubbing circles as his growls morph into ragged pants, grit there but lessened, your pleasure mixing together from your clit, his touch, your walls, his presence, his everything that he gave you in a spontaneous fuck—

“Mariposa, you’re a dream,” Alejandro grumbles, his finger quickening as the warmth spreads to your thighs, the heat twisting deliciously, the only type of anxiety that was sweet twisting its way through your core. His thrusts never slowing as his rhythm faltered, his weight pressing down onto you more, his voice more uneven as his composure cracked— his focus on you.

“I’m- I’m-”

“Sí,” His voice is practically gravel, between ragged breaths and strained passion, his attention to your clit finally snapping at his disheveled state— warmth filling out your thighs and stomach, muscles constraining and tightening around him, keeping him inside of you as your orgasm crashes through you, the noise leaving your mouth strangled by your pleasure. The warmth devolving into sensitivity as his hand leaves your clit, holding you still as his irregular thrusts stall, a final growl accompanying the warm cum that fills you. His weight holding you down to the counter as he pants in your ear, finally releasing your throat from his arm, the muscles of his thigh twitching against yours.

A mixture of noise and an attempt at syllables leaves your mouth, resting your head against the counter as Alejandro lifts his weight off of you, gently pulling out of you; his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you upright, keeping the majority of your weight distributed onto him.

“Good, no?” Alejandro teases, his voice worn but warm, pressing a soft kiss against shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, his nose buried in your hair, his arms keeping you close and keeping you warm as reality returns to the two of you; your wrinkled skirt around your waist that has half-fallen back down, his jeans that have been around his knees this entire time and the little sting of on your leg where the zipper teeth grazed against you aggressively, and the smell of baked chocolate cake in the air. The sun shining onto the counter, the bowl beside the sink, the cake resting on the stove.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” His voice is softer, turning you to pick you up, pulling you into his arms, your body relaxing against him, “You still have to make the frosting.”

“Are you going to fuck me when I’m trying to do that too?” You murmur, nuzzling into his shoulder as he carries you, his warmth seeping into your skin. Your body relaxes into him, his gentle grip reassuring and a silent promise to keep you safe, your eyes slipping shut.  

Alejandro chuckles, carrying you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed, letting you melt there, your eyes shut as you hear his footsteps go and come, his hands pulling off your shirt, a warm rag running up your legs ever so softly, cleaning you up with a gentleness only reserved for you.

“Te amo,” Alejandro kisses your cheek gently, capturing your lips with an almost-lethargic softness, as his body drapes over yours.

“Te amo.”

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happy independence day

COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader 

[18+] wc: ~3.4k  summary: Coronel Alejandro Vargas is thanked for his service. masterlist

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, implied age gap (no ages stated but let's keep it legal y’all), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

You couldn’t remember the last time Las Almas was this close as a community. Everyone was excited for tonight’s celebrations, not only because of el Día de la Independencia, but because El Sin Nombre’s reign was finally over. Los Vaqueros were the guests of honor, although you weren’t sure if Coronel Alejandro Vargas would attend. There’d been some parties and events since El Sin Nombre had been pushed out of town, but the Coronel was notably absent. You get the impression that he doesn’t like big crowds or celebrations. Still, you hope that he shows up tonight.

- - -

Your crush on Alejandro started the year before when he gave you a ride home after he found you walking alone. It was a straight walk from the lake to your parents’ house, you really had nothing to worry about. You knew what time and what roads El Sin Nombre’s men took, but that didn’t stop Alejandro from practically dragging you into his Jeep. 

“No debes caminar sola por estas carreteras, mami.” [You shouldn’t walk alone on these roads, mami.]

You chose to ignore the pet name and the flutter in your stomach, thinking that maybe it was a slip of the tongue and he didn’t actually mean it. He asked you for your name while he navigated the road through the hills. You introduced yourself, but tried to tell him the ride wasn’t necessary. 

“I’m fine, really. I know these roads.” 

“It doesn’t matter. Bad stuff can happen en cualquier momento,” his hands clenched on the steering wheel until he turned to look at you, ”¿Júrame que no lo harás otra vez?” [Bad stuff can happen at any time. Swear to me that you won’t do it again?]

He didn’t look at you for long, only a brief moment until his eyes returned to the road. But as Alejandro held your stare in those few seconds, there was no denying how scared he looked. Nervous maybe? You didn’t want him to worry, not about you. Not when the entire town depended on him to free Las Almas. 

“I swear.” 

Alejandro gave a nod and the rest of the drive back to your house was quiet, only speaking when you gave him directions to the house. He drove up the driveway, asking you to stay in the car. You thought he was going to speak to your parents about walking alone, but instead he walked to your side to open the passenger door. 

“Gracias, Coronel.” 

He gave a small smile before looking away, his eyes scanning the neighborhood. You began to walk around him before you felt him place his hand on your elbow. 

“Give me your phone… Please.” 

You turned to look at him, confused but nonetheless complying. He typed something and then showed you the screen, a new text message thread to an unknown number. Alejandro’s own phone chirped in his pocket with a notification. 

“La próxima vez que necesites un aventón, me llamas. ¿Vale? ” [The next time you need a ride, you call me. Okay?]

“Sí.” 

Alejandro handed you the phone and waited until you were inside to get in his car and leave. You replayed the interaction over and over in your head for the rest of the day. And you never walked alone after that, too nervous to face Alejandro again and make a fool of yourself. You’d see him sometimes around town and he’d smile at you in passing. Your friend happened to be with you during one of those interactions, feeding into your delusion that he might be harboring a secret crush on you. 

“The Coronel usually doesn’t smile like that to anyone else, just saying.” 

You felt your cheeks heating, “I think he’s just being nice.” 

- - -

You try to calm your nerves while getting ready for the party. Your parents had left early and were expecting you in the plaza later that night. They’d become more lenient, knowing that since you were an adult, most of the night was going to be spent with your friends. 

You lock up the house and begin the walk into town, your short dress flowing with the slight breeze in the air. As you near, you can see Alejandro’s Jeep parked a few meters away. The streets are mostly empty, everyone already gathered for the celebration. You feel a burst of excitement, Alejandro is here. That’s until you see a familiar face walking alone towards the parked car.

“¿Ya se va, Coronel? ¿Tan temprano?” [You’re leaving, Coronel? So early?]

He looks up in surprise, not expecting anyone to be out here. When Alejandro’s eyes find you, his gaze softens.

“¿Caminando sola otra vez, mami?” [Walking alone again, mami?]

There it was, that pet name. 

He continues with a much softer voice, “Y por favor, tutéame. ” [And please, don’t speak to me so formally.]

You try to hide your reaction. How often was he calling other women, mami? How often was he letting people call him by his first name? 

“Okey, Alejandro. But you’re leaving? All of this is for you, for Los Vaqueros.”

“I… I appreciate that Las Almas wants to thank us,” he pauses, ”but this is my job. I don’t need anyone to thank me for that.” 

You internally groan, of course he’s handsome, nice and humble. 

“I think you deserve it Alejandro. You and Los Vaqueros made Las Almas better for all of us.” 

He gives an imperceptible nod.

You continue, ”I guess I’ll see you around? Have a good night, Alejandro.” 

You give him another smile before continuing your walk. You’re disappointed, having spent the majority of the day coming up with ideas on how to start up a conversation if you saw him. Oh well, it would have to happen another day – 

“You want to take a ride with me?” 

You turn to look at him, Alejandro still standing in the same spot. You’re not sure if you heard him right. 

“I can walk the rest of the way. It’s only a block, you don’t need to worry.” 

Alejandro shakes his head, ”No, not into town. Just… drive with me somewhere?” 

He must’ve taken your surprise as a denial because he immediately starts backing away. 

“If not, it's okay. I just thought that –” 

You interrupt him, ”Yes, I’ll go on a drive with you.” 

- - - 

Alejandro’s not sure if you feel the same fire burning inside, if you’re doing nothing more than being polite. At this point, he’ll take what he can get. He helps you in the Jeep, placing a hand on your lower back and feeling the warm skin underneath your thin dress. He forces his hand to leave your body and closes the door.

He feels an erection forming in his jeans and tries to hide it while getting into the driver’s side. You're in the middle of fixing your short dress over your thighs as you situate yourself in the seat. His breathing becomes rough at the sight of your soft thighs. You don’t notice, switching between the radio channels to find something. You land on a channel while Alejandro discreetly tries to even out his breathing.

While the first interaction and each one after that has been brief, you were constant in his mind. Your kind nature, smile, and gorgeous face drew him in. He's kept his distance so far, reminding himself that he's older than you. What if you like guys your own age? What if you don’t feel the same way? But he has to take his chance.

Inviting you on a night drive seems like the best and only opportunity to get to know you. Plus, it's true. Alejandro doesn’t like parties. Sure, he's patriotic and wants to celebrate today, but the attention is focused on him and his team.

Luck was on his side when you called out to him. You stood there with a smile on your face and in a short dress without any idea of what you did to him, what you meant to him. 

“Where are we going?” your voice interrupts his thoughts. 

“Thought I’d take you to a hill that overlooks the town and lake. It’s quiet up there.” 

A hum escapes your lips, ”Do you like the quiet?” 

“Sí,” Alejandro laughs, “life on base can be hectic. I like to come up here… get away from it for a while.” 

“That sounds nice, Alejandro.” 

You place a hand on his arm, running your fingertips up and down. Alejandro can’t suppress the goosebumps that rise on his skin. The drive there is mostly silent, you hum along to the low music and continue dragging your fingertips along his arm. Eventually, he arrives to the destination.

All you see so far is a dirt patch where he parks and trees blocking the rest of the hill. Alejandro grabs a blanket from the backseat and tells you to wait while he walks to the other side. You can only see that you're at the top of a hill, but you can’t see any sign of the lake that runs through Las Almas. He opens your door but blocks you from getting out. 

“It's a short walk, but I need you to promise me you won’t give away my secret spot.” 

You smile, his stern look more playful than serious. 

“Lo juro.” [I swear.]

And you truly mean it. Alejandro helps you down and you two begin walking, his arm close enough to yours that your knuckles brush with every swing of your arm. Alejandro leads the way, being the first to speak again.

“No pregunté si había alguien esperándote en la fiesta.” [I didn't ask if there was anyone waiting for you at the party.]

You laugh,” A little late for that, no? Just my parents, they wanted me to check in with them later.” 

“No one else? ¿Novio?” [Boyfriend?]

You turn to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. 

“You think I'd accept your invitation if I had a boyfriend?” 

Before he can formulate a response, you hear it. The trees open to grass and the sound of running water. Far enough from the edge that you don’t fear falling off, you get closer. The grass is soft and you can see the twinkling lights of the center of town in the distance, and the running lake in front of you. More hills and mountains surround the area and the moon is shining especially bright while this high up. Alejandro places the blanket on the ground and takes a seat, smiling as you take in your surroundings. 

“Nice, right?” He says. 

“Alejandro, this is… Wow, it’s amazing,” you turn to look at him, ”thank you for bringing me here.” 

“You don’t need to thank me, mami.” 

Alejandro can’t help but gaze at you. The way the moon reflects on your skin and how your eyes twinkle with happiness as you approach him. You sit close to him, leaving a respectable amount of space between you two, shivering despite the warm air. 

“¿Tienes frío?” Alejandro says, patting the space right next to him. [Are you cold?]

You scoot closer, nipples tightening as his arm wraps around you and places his hand on your shoulder. You lean your head against his shoulder, the sound of running water and crickets making you comfortable. His fingers run soft circles on your arm and you feel wetness pool in your panties. He turns his head, placing his lips lightly on your forehead as he begins to speak. 

“I’ve been wanting to bring you up here for a while, just didn’t know how to ask.” 

His beard tickles your skin, but you enjoy it. You begin to imagine where else his beard might feel nice.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left,” you respond. 

He moves his free hand to stroke your exposed thigh closest to him before tilting your chin up. Your eyes flutter close as you feel Alejandro’s soft lips press onto yours, a groan releasing from his throat. You feel lightheaded, his mouth warm and his fingers caressing your jaw.

You grow confident, turning your body into him and dragging a thigh over his lap, seating yourself directly on the hard bulge between his legs. It's your turn to moan this time, feeling his hands move to grip your ass closer. You pull away from his mouth only for a second to then press small, kitten licks on his swollen lips. Alejandro immediately gets the hint, opening his mouth for you to taste him. 

You stroke your tongue on his, tasting and then sucking his warm tongue. The kiss becomes more desperate, teeth nipping each other and your grip in his hair much tighter. You roll your ass against his jeans, shuddering from the rough friction.

Alejandro moves his mouth to trail kisses and suck the sensitive skin on your neck. You keep moving your hips, one of his hands pushing you into his jean-covered cock and another reaching to tilt your head to the side. His beard is rough on your neck, pleasure blooming from each scrape of his teeth. 

“Te voy a comer a besos.” [I’m going to smother you in kisses.] 

You can only whimper in response, massaging your clit with each bounce of your hips. Alejandro bites your neck before softening the sting with a warm lick. You feel an orgasm approaching, having soaked his jeans from your wetness. He brings both hands to your hips, stalling your movements. 

“Alejandro,” you whine, “please.” 

Alejandro has a surge of possessiveness while looking at your pouting lips and the glazed look in your eyes. Grabbing the bottom of your dress, he brings it over your head, exposing your hard nipples to the night air. You’re left in your slick panties, having ditched a bra since it didn’t fit with the dress.   

“Lie down.” 

Trying your best not to fall over from how shaky your entire body is, you lay down and kick off your platform sandals. Alejandro lightly runs a finger up your panties, pressing right on your clit. Your hips twitch, so close to cumming. 

“¿Me dejas probar tu piel, mami?” [Will you let me taste your skin, mami?]

“Yes, Alejandro, yes,” your voice high-pitched. 

Alejandro kneels between your thighs, pulling your sticky panties down your legs. He places them by on the blanket and brings his lips down to yours. He trails kisses down your collar bone until reaching your tits, sucking and licking the skin.

His fingers are calloused while they roll your nipples, his jean-covered thigh pressing right on your core. Alejandro groans into your chest as he sucks each nipple into his mouth. You're so close, rubbing up and down his thigh, marking his jeans with your juices. 

He pulls his thigh away, a laugh escaping his throat as he continues his descent down to your pussy. Alejandro spreads your legs and runs his tongue from your opening to your clit. You try to rub against his tongue, wanting more pressure. He continues to tease you by pressing open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.

Alejandro’s beard burns sweetly on your skin with each move of his face. He finally gives you what you want, firm strokes with his tongue on your clit and a finger plunging inside of you. You rub your pussy on his face, syncing with the rhythm of his finger. He adds a second finger once you reach down to grip his hair. 

“Alejandro!” 

Your vision goes black and your back arches in hot pleasure as you come on his face. Alejandro doesn’t let up, continuing to gently suck your clit and plunge his fingers inside of you. He moans at the taste, your pussy wetting his nose down to his jaw. You feel dizzy once he stops, feeling as he rubs your wetness from his face onto your thigh. You hiss, his beard rough on your sensitive skin. Alejandro sucks your slick from his fingers before standing up.

“Eres tan dulce, mami.” [You're so sweet, mami.]

He takes his shirt off and throws it to the side, quickly moving to unbuckle his belt. Alejandro removes his jeans, briefs and boots, kicking them to the side. Even in the moonlight you see every hard muscle across his chest and arms, eyes trailing down to his thick cock and muscular thighs. He kneels down and spreads your thighs to accommodate his hips. He pumps his length, rubbing the drop of pre-cum across his flushed tip. You reach a hand down to stroke him, marveling at the heat emanating from him and the velvet feel of his length. He throws his head back, his throat rippling from a harsh swallow. You try to wrap your hand around him but he stops you.  

“Don’t,” he responds roughly before softening his voice, “I’ll finish too fast.” 

“I want you, Ale,” your voice pleading. 

“You’ll have me, mami. Don’t worry.” 

Alejandro drags his tip from your entrance to your clit, gathering your wetness and teasing your folds. You whimper, feeling him push in gently. Alejandro stops halfway, needing a moment to control himself while you pulse and flutter your gummy walls around him. Your whines and moans, the nails digging into his back, overwhelm him beautifully.

He sinks until the hair at his base touches your wet skin. Alejandro looks down at you, watching you writhe from impatience and move your hands up to pinch your soft tits. With another loud groan, he pulls out and plunges back into your wet heat. He curves his upper body into you, almost folding you in half. 

“Mierda– ah, you feel– fuck, so perfect.” [Fuck]

Alejandro can barely talk, each word becoming more difficult to say. You move your hands once again to his lower back to dig your nails into his skin. He stretches you with each drag of his cock into your swollen pussy. He brings his mouth down to yours as his hips speed up, plunging his tongue into your mouth at the same rhythm.

You yelp from the position, the hair at his base massaging your clit. He whimpers when you accidently nip his tongue, the hands placed at each side of your arms clenching the blanket. He moves to bite and suck your lips and chin. Ah, ah, ah escapes your mouth once the speed of his thrusts increase.

No coherent thoughts form in your head. Alejandro’s masculine scent invades your nose, the warm breeze caresses your skin, and the sound of running water lulls you in pleasure. You feel a second orgasm forming in your lower belly, clawing its way up your back.

You're close to tears, “I’m gonna – I'm gonna cum!” 

“Fuck, mami. Where – meirda – where do you want me to finish?” 

You dig your nails deeper into his back, not wanting him to stop. You have the sudden urge to feel his hot cum spray your insides and mark you as his. The thought alone tips you over the edge, your mouth dropping into a scream.

“Inside, Alejandro, inside,” you manage to say. 

His mouth swallows your scream, hips pistoning roughly into you until his body shudders and he groans into your mouth. You feel him, his cum filling you up. Your hips keep twisting, riding the high of your second orgasm. The wet, rough slaps echo all around. He can’t believe it, your pussy gripping him tight and draining every drop of cum from his cock.

Alejandro drops his head into the curve of your neck, breathing heavily. You place wet kisses on his shoulder and lick the salty sweat from his skin. After a few moments, he rolls over. He grabs one of your hands and holds it against his beating chest. 

“That wasn’t,” Alejandro sucks in a shaky breath, ”that wasn’t my plan when I brought you here. But fuck, mami. I’m happy this happened.” 

You wait before responding, your heart rate slowly returning to normal.

“I’m happy too. I got to thank a soldier for his service.”

He turns to look at you, a confused expression on his face, “¿Qué?” 

Alejandro rolls back on top of you, tickling your sides as you laugh. 

“I’m the only soldier you’re going to thank for his service. Ahora levántate, vamos a comer.” [Now stand up, let’s go eat.] 

You both put your clothes back on, walking slowly to the car because of the wonderful soreness between your legs. You convince him to drive back to the plaza instead of his house, fireworks lighting up the night sky as his Jeep approaches.

Alejandro grabs food for you while you slip away to say a quick "hi" to your unsuspecting parents. He guides you to a private bench, fireworks the only source of light. You sit in his lap and he feeds you both, fingers dipping into your mouth and dragging against your tongue with each bite of food.

[melloraconteur]

Day 008. | Breeding

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Synopthesis: You told him about your breeding kink in passing but Alejandro never felt the need to act on it until now.

Cont. Reader is female and referred to as "mi sol", "wife", and "mami", breeding kink from both  

Word Count -> 399

Not edited or proof read. Spanish is Spanishdict.

Alejandro never felt the need to have kids due to his line of work. He was fine childless and didn't really have a breeding kink unlike you, his wife. But after seeing other men hit on you, even with you flashing your wedding ring, he thought that maybe it was time to give you some kids, to show others that you belonged wholly to him and no one else. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of your stomach rounding out and your breasts becoming swollen and sore.  

... 

Alejandro was a generous lover in bed, but not to this degree. He groans as your pussy gets tighter on his cock as he brings you to your first orgasm of the night with his fingers. 

"Such a greedy niña, no? Voy a ser una buena mamá." (gonna be a good mommy) He says with a chuckle that tapers off into a moan as he presses into you. Your pussy greedily sucks him in, holding onto his cock tightly as his tip bumps against your cervix. You both press your foreheads together and pause for a moment, taking in each other's features glazed with pleasure, before Alejandro pulls out until only his tip was inside, before snapping his hips back into yours.  

You swear you lose your mind from there on out. His tip brushes against the spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars and bumps against your cervix, bordering on pain with the punishing pace he set. His hand wanders down where the two of you are connected, playing with your clit and introducing his nail just to see you arch your back, your body not knowing whether to escape or to buck up into his hand.  

"Gonna fill you up over and over and over -" His words are punctuated by sharp thrusts into your messy cunt as your back arches as your orgasm washes over you like a rough wave. "Till your cunt can't hold anymore." He moans out, leaning over you as he chases his own orgasm. 

A creamy white ring forms around the base of his cock, the image is enough for him to cum right then and there, moaning and panting as your pussy milks his cock. He doesn't pull out like you expect him too and when you ask, he grins cockily. "Gotta make sure it takes mi sol." 

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.     

[blingblong55]

Obedient thing-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Based on a request: Pet play with Alejandro 👀 --- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, pet play, dom!Alejandro, Sub!reader, rough!sex --- A/N: not too smutty but hope you like it and its an HC

Absolute fan of you riding his thigh as he keeps you collared to the leash he wraps around his calloused hands.

Can't convince me this man doesn't occasionally put you on a naughty step when you don't wear the pink panties he commands you to wear

He loves to have you sit on his lap when the men of his team are around and likes to parade you around like the pretty pup you are.

One time he had to bend you over his lap and choke you by the pink diamond collar because you were too needy that day

Another time he made you cry whilst slapping your ass over and over because you played with yourself without his permission.

He likes to breed you, cum inside your pretty cunt and whisper how pretty you'll look with a belly of his kids

Makes you wear tight dresses when out so everyone can see the bite marks on your thighs.

He makes you wait on your knees for him by the door or at times he makes you stick your tongue out whilst on your knees so he can cum in your mouth.

Your collar has 'Princesa' on it or if you have been naughty he takes it off your neck and denies all your pleas.

He hates to see his pup cry so he rewards those needy tears with kisses and cuddles.

When you are sick though, you are the centre of his universe, never lets you out of his sight and takes the collar off so he can kiss your neck and cuddle you.

Best believe that there are days when he makes you crawl around the house for him. After all only good girls listen to his every instruction.

Always makes you understand that you are his and his only when he makes you ride him.

No one can tell me that this man's favourite position isn't cowgirl. He loves to watch you play with your tits as you ride him.

Your ass has his mark mainly because when he takes you to the beach, all men and women know that you are owned by someone.

As much as he loves to fuck you senselessly if his pretty pet uses her safeword, this man is the most gentle human ever!

One time he made you scream out his name whilst he spanked you and also made you kiss him saying how much of a dirty slut you were.

It's rare, but he LOVES to make you wear a skirt and no panties on and wants to know that if you were washing the dishes, he can bend you over and fuck you from behind.

Not once has he ever gone over the board, he knows what triggers you and what are your turn-offs and I best believe he will never ever touch those subjects.

"Say it, mi amor, say who owns you." his fat cock deep inside your drenched cunt.

Fucking him has always been the best, that's why at the moment you are getting fingered and thrown around the bed. "I said, Dont. Fucking. Disobey. Me." he bites your inner thigh, your pink collar on the ground, your ass all ready and raw. His spit is already mixed within your cunt. You cry and beg. "You know you can stop it, you fucking whore," he chokes you with his bare hands, his cock now back inside of you. Your drool all over his hands and face. Mascara-stained tears smeared on your face. The pretty skirt and shirt you wore ripped and on the floor. All your holes getting abused by his meaty cock.

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