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flightlessangelwings · 10 months

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When it Comes to You...

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "cariño" Word count-3.1k Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. Warnings-s.mut (18+ ONLY!), rough s.e.x, protective!Veracruz, implied violence/minor character death, feelings, no use of y/n Notes- Of course I had to do a V fic for my Year of Protectiveness! @yearofcreation2023 I've missed writing for my husband so much I can't believe it's been almost 6 months since my last V fic! But, I hope y'all enjoy the ongoing chronicles of V and cariño! @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up of date on when I post!

You knew what you were getting into when you chose to be Comandante Veracruz’s girl. You knew you were safe with him, that he would protect you always. But, you also were aware of the dangers that came with being so close to a man like him. You knew that the traditional marriage, family, white picket fence life was not in the cards for you. And you were ok with that. Much like how you drew him in, there was something about Veracruz that you just couldn’t turn away from.

And that only made days like today all the more special to you.

Somehow, you managed to convince the comandante to spend the day at a local park with you. It was a beautiful day out, and you wanted to enjoy it… with him. You were shocked at how little convincing it took for him to join you. But what you didn’t realize was he agreed to go mostly to watch over you and keep you safe. At least, that was what he told himself was the reason.

Veracruz didn’t tell you this, but he had run into some trouble with rival arms dealers lately. And though he kept it buried, there was a fear that someone would use you as leverage against him. It was something Veracruz would not allow. No, he had to keep you safe no matter what.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but something grew within him when it came to you. It was more than sex, more than just a release. There was something that drew him back to you over and over again. And while he made it clear that he would never be the conventional relationship type of man, a part of him craved some sort of stability with you. He liked having you in his bed… in his arms… in his life. And if it meant a day resembling a date out in a park every once in a while, Veracruz could set his usual demeanor aside for the time being.

When did he get so soft when he came to you?

“Thank you, by the way,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as the two of you wandered the park.

“For what?” Veracruz scoffed in an attempt to hide the mushy feeling that threatened to creep up on him.

Your smile was brother than the sun in the sky as you beamed at him, “For this,” you gestured vaguely, “For taking me out today.” You reached for him and placed a feather-light kiss on his cheek.

Veracruz’s eyes darted around as he suddenly had no response. He knew you knew better than to expect romance, but there were times, like this, where it came dangerously close. But, before he had to worry about it too much, a shadow in the distance caught his eye.

He grabbed your hand and yanked you close, “Stay at my side, cariño,” he mumbled, “We are not alone.”

You gasped, but hurried your steps as Veracruz eaves through the park in an attempt to outrun the sudden pursuers. He led you down a different path towards a more dense forest, and you followed without question. But, your path became blocked when four men popped out from behind the trees.

Veracruz cursed under his breath as he tried to backtrack, only to find that path was now blocked by even more men, all wearing black and carrying weapons. Your heart pounded in your chest as the fear quickly flowed through your veins.

You were surrounded… trapped.

“Out with your girl, Comandante?” one of the shady-looking men asked, “It’s a nice day for a picnic date,” he looked at you, “Hi there sweet girl.”

“Who would have thought the mighty Comandante Veracruz turned so soft?” another spat as they closed in on you and Veracruz.

“If you are trying to catch me off guard, you will find that does not come easily,” the comandante kept his guard up and his body tensed. His hand hovered over his gun, and he kept you tucked behind him, making himself a human shield for you. He heard your rapid breaths behind him and he felt the way you clung to his shirt. He knew you tried to keep a brave face up for him, even in such danger.

“V…” you breathed.

In a flash, Veracruz raised his gun and shot forward, catching your assailants off guard. As they scattered, he grabbed your hand and bolted away as fast as he could take you. Once the two of you ran a good distance, he ducked you both behind the cover of some bushes and pulled out his radio, signaling for backup.

Even in the middle of an ambush, Veracruz’s main priority was you. He had to keep you safe first and foremost, no matter what. And these men would pay for thinking they could use you against him. Veracruz was smarter than that. And he always took precautions.

“Listen to me cariño,” he grabbed your shoulders as he forced you to look at him, “You know what to do.” The fire in his eyes burned brightly.

You swallowed hard as the adrenaline pulsed through your system, “Yes,” you whispered.

“Good,” Veracruz gave you a squeeze. He thought over for a moment, and when he didn’t hear the approaching sound of footsteps, he leaned in and gave you a heated kiss on your lips, “Now, you need to get out of here,” he pushed you away from him and pulled out his gun once more, “Go!” he shouted over his shoulder, “I will buy you some time.”

Your eyes went wide as the last few moments felt like even more of a whirlwind. It took your mind a moment to catch up to what Veracruz was saying, and before you could say anything, you realized he already ran back towards the men who tried to attack you. Part of you wanted to stay, to help him somehow. But, Veracruz trusted you with his emergency plan in case anything like this ever happened. He trusted you to follow his command, knowing that he always had your best interest in mind.

So you had to trust him that he would be ok on his own until backup arrived. “Stay alive, V,” you whispered to his retreating figure before you turned and ran the other direction.

You ran for what felt like hours, knowing exactly where you were going. Veracruz always made it a point that you knew where you were and where to run to in case of an attack. Most days, you told him he was being overcautious. But, on a day like today, you were grateful to have your escape plan in place.

It was nightfall by the time you made it to your destination: an old, cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. No one would ever think to look for you here, and Veracruz made sure that there was always a room there to hide away in.

Out of breath and drenched in sweat, you pulled the key out of your pocket and let yourself inside. Part of you hoped Veracruz finished off the attackers and made it back before you and he was here waiting for you. But, your hopes were quickly dashed when only a dark, empty room greeted you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you locked and bolted the door behind you before you closed the drapes and made sure the room was secure. The comandante never spared any expense when it came to you, and he made sure to teach you well in case you were ever on your own. You let out another deep breath as you sat down on one of the chairs for a moment and rubbed your aching legs.

“Come back to me, V,” you prayed out loud as you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

But, with nothing but the clock ticking away the second to occupy your thoughts, the room felt lonely. So, you decided to take a quick shower and wash away the sweat and ache while you waited for him. Thankfully, Veracruz made sure to keep a bag of spare clothes, food and necessities stashed in the room so you wouldn’t be without.

There was nothing else you could do right now anyway except for wait. And as much as you hated to just sit around, you made a promise to him, a promise to do exactly what he told you to do. And what he told you was to get here to this room and wait for him.

Hours dragged by slowly, but even as the sun set and the moon rose high in the night sky, you couldn’t sleep. You were plagued by the what ifs and the worst case scenario. You knew your comandante was more than capable of handling himself. You had seen it firsthand. But, you also couldn’t help but worry.

You never meant to get this involved in Comandante Veracruz’s life. He was supposed to be just a one night stand. Then he was supposed to be just a fuck buddy. But, somewhere along the way, your feelings for him grew into more. You couldn’t turn away from him even if you wanted to. He was the last person you should be with, and yet he was the only one you wanted.

There was no way you were going to say any of that out loud to him, though. Veracruz wasn’t about feelings. At least not in the traditional way. But, the way he always kept you safe, the way he always defended you, the way he fucked you… it all had to mean something… right?

Suddenly, a rattle at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You gasped softly as you jumped up to your feet and grabbed a nearby alarm clock from the table. You watched with bated breath as the door slowly clicked open and the knob turned. Without even thinking, you chucked the small alarm clock at the door before you yelped and ducked down.

The clock smashed against the doorway and you heard a string of Spanish curses from that same direction. You didn’t care to uncurl yourself until you recognized the voice.

“You missed, cariño,” Veracruz chuffed.

You let out another gasp as you looked up and saw your beloved comandante in the doorway, “V… You made it,” you breathed in relief as you took in the sight of him.

Veracruz quickly locked the door before he met your gaze and let out a huff. His body was sore and tired from the fight and the journey, but just the sight of you was a relief to him, “Did you have any doubts?”

“Never, Comadnate,” you looked into his eyes with the first smile since the two of you were ambushed.

The two of you stood in a tense silence for a long moment before Veracruz crossed the room, launching himself at you like a panther on the hunt. Fire burned in his eyes as he cupped your face with his large hands and crashed your lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his normally slicked back and styled hair fell into his eyes in thick waves.

You didn’t care about the sweat and the grime and the blood and the messy hair as you parted your lips and invited him in. Clinging to Veracruz’s collar, you tilted your head and saw stars as you tasted him on your tongue. It ignited something within both of you, and you clawed at his shirt at the same time Veracuz backed you up against the dresser.

Veracruz growled against your lips as he also tugged and yanked at your clothes, eager to get you naked for him. His cock twitched between your bodies as you gasped when you hit the dresser and found yourself pinned.

“V…” you sighed in between kisses as you pushed yourself onto the dresser. The wood of the furniture almost felt cold with how hot your skin burned in your need for him.

His eyes burned as he settled between your naked, parted legs. Veracruz purred your name as he hastily shoved his pants down so that he could feel your skin against his. And the spark of the bare touch ignited a blaze between the two of you that made goosebumps erupt all over both your bodies.

“You did good today, cariño,” the wall Veracruz kept around his heart cracked as he showered you with unexpected praise while he cupped your face. His thumb brushed a single quick stroke across your cheek that you would have missed had you not felt the intensity of the moment.

A heavy exhale escaped your lips as you felt like all the air was forced out of your body from the way your comandante looked at you, “Did you get ‘em, V?”

Veracruz’s face lit up in a wicked grin, “What do you think, cariño?” he answered your question with one of his own.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close so that his chest collided with your own, your legs caging his body in against the dresser that you were propped up on, “I think…” you purred as you hovered your lips over his, “Nothing stands in the way of you, Comandante.”

He smirked as he tightened his grip on you, “Especially when it comes to you, cariño…”

Before you could react to the words Veracruz usually left unspoken, he crashed his lips against yours and swallowed any thought that would have popped into your mind. He hastily devoured you as his hands roamed all over your body… squeezing your breasts, your sides, your ass.

Heat rose in the room, making both of your bodies glisten with sweat, but neither of you cared. You moaned into Veracruz’s mouth as you bucked your hips against his in a desperate and wordless plea. But, he didn’t need words to know what you wanted. He knew you well enough… and you knew him.

Veracruz shifted himself so that the tip of his cock poked at your entrance, but he paused for a moment, giving you the chance to slow down. Normally, the comandante liked to take his time with you, teasing you and easing you open so that he would slam into you with abandon. But today, you both were too desperate, too needy, too impatient to wait.

“Please…” your voice was just a whisper, but it was all he needed.

The comandante thrust into you with a loud grunt, filling you to the brim in one swift stroke. You threw your head back and screamed loudly as his thick cock stretched you out. Your legs trembled on either side of his body while you dug your nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. But, it only fueled Veracruz more.

He grabbed onto your hips and pounded into you over and over again. The dresser knocked against the wall with every thrust of his hips, but he barely heard it over the beautiful sounds you made. Veracruz growled as he murmured indistinct words in Spanish and bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out in pleasure.

As he pounded into you, Veracruz looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He almost didn’t recognize himself between the disheveled hair and the burning inferno in his eyes. Your silhouette fit perfectly in his arms, and the heat from your bodies steamed the mirror. The comandante resembled a panther in the midst of a hunt, in the midst of protecting what is his.

“Mira, cariño,” Veracruz growled as he grabbed your scalp and forced you to arch your back so that you could see yourself in the mirror, “Look how delicious you are when you take my cock so well like this,” he gave his hips a harsher thrust so that he buried himself even deeper inside you.

Your eyes were glazed over as you looked into the mirror. Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and you saw you breasts bounce in your reflection as Veracruz continued to fuck you. But what took our breath away was the look on his face. The way his jaw clenched and his eyes burned. But, among the passions, there was something else in his eyes too. Perhaps it was fear… fear that he could lose you, that one day he can’t keep you safe from the threats that constantly loomed in the shadows.

But those fears were quickly buried as Veracruz hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream even louder. Your eyes snapped shut as you felt your body tremble and your climax quickly approached.

“That’s it cariño,” he growled, “Cum for me.”

“V…” was all you managed to get out before your orgasm hit and you came hard, clenching your inner muscles around his cock as he thrust into you over and over again.

Veracruz watched as his cock disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him, and it was only heightened when your climax hit and you cried out his name. Lost in the moment, he almost forgot about his own need for release until it snuck up on him. It was the first time in his life that ever happened. But, after a few more thrusts, Veracruz spilled himself inside you, riding out his own orgasm with your name on his lips.

Heavy breaths filled the room as Veracruz leaned forward, resting his sweaty forehead on the mirror. You kept your arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held you. His cock stayed buried inside you as he used the dresser to support himself. The heat in the room almost made holding each other uncomfortable, but neither of you cared. The room could be on fire and neither of you would let go of the other.

After several moments, Veracruz pushed himself up to look into your eyes, and he waited in silence for you to blink your own eyes open. Both of you stared in silence for several moments before he crashed his lips against yours in a heated, passionate kiss once more.

The two of you went two more rounds in the shower and another in the bed before you finally collapsed down from pure exhaustion. You let out a deep, heavy breath as you curled yourself up in Veracruz’s arms and rested your head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart under your ear. You sighed contently as you closed your eyes and savored his warmth, his embrace, his own form of affection.

Perhaps that was enough for you.

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