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shadowlali · 3 months

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gold chains in the dark

COD AU - Alejandro Vargas x burglar!fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~2.6k summary: Your heist is interrupted by a Vaquero. masterlist

warnings: NSFW, not canon, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor details on reader’s appearance, violence/murder, reader getting aroused while stealing, reader and Alejandro know each other, thigh humping, fingering, somewhat public sex, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: *Takes place during the 11th mission titled “El Sin Nombre” in COD MW II, where Alejandro is wearing a mask and poses as one of El Sin Nombre’s men throughout the mission. He enters Diego Salgado’s mansion, who is one of Valeria’s lugartenientes [lieutenants]. According to the COD fandom wiki page, there is a safe you can open while in Diego’s home.

For @glitterypirateduck writing challenge “Amor a Alejandro!” I used prompt 29. You should be more careful. Inspired by @ghostofthemost141 who gave me the idea to write a fic about Alejandro in a mask. Title is inspired by the song "Chulo pt.2" and also @warningofeve who a while back said this song is perfect for Alejandro🤍

“Invitation?”

You pretend to look through your small clutch, knowing you have nothing in there except lipgloss and gum. “It looks like I don’t have it,” you whine, lifting your voice an octave, “oh no! I’ve spent all this time getting ready and I forgot the invitation.”

You do a small twirl in front of the security guard, watching as his eyes move appreciatively down your body.

“Well,” he says, getting closer to place a hand on your waist, “maybe there’s something I could do–”

He doesn’t notice the small knife in your palm, doesn’t register the moment it slashes through the air and pierces his neck. He gurgles, reaching for the gun strapped to his chest, but by then it's too late. Life slowly drains from his eyes as you wipe your knife clean on his clothes and drag his body to hide right by the bushes. You scan the area, making sure the coast is clear before opening the gate and slipping inside.

Another security guard waits by the door, but motions you in after he pats you down for any hidden weapons. The knife, now inside your purse, hides behind a secret pouch. A waiter by the door hands you a simple black masquerade mask that matches the ones worn by other women at the party. The men, including the security guards, wear full balaclavas.

You walk around, noticing how nervous the men seem. Their hands twitch at their sides, reaching for a weapon that isn’t there. And it’s obvious why they’re nervous. Las Almas is currently at war, and El Sin Nombre wants to know who they’re fighting against. But, you’re not here for that.

One of El Sin Nombre’s lugartenientes has a fascination with expensive jewels. The moment you found out the meeting would be held at his mansion, you created a plan to come in and take them. You were able to find the architect who built this house and were able to steal the plans from his office.

After tailing one of his maids and making small talk with her at a grocery store, you innocently asked if she had any tips on how to clean jewelry. She was so nice, giving you tips on how she cleans her boss’ prized possessions. She talked and talked, even telling you where he stores them.

The ones he wears everyday are kept in his dresser while the ones he treasures the most are kept in a safe. The moment she gave you that information, she immediately regretted it, looking sheepish and walking away, realizing she had given unnecessary information to a stranger. There’s a few obvious places you need to check, like the bedroom and office, to see where his safe is.

You grab a flute of champagne and walk around the lower floor, taking in the guests and discreetly checking for ways to get to the top floors. Most of the stairs are blocked off by security guards. Even the outside courtyard is being monitored. You continue to walk around the courtyard and quickly down the rest of the champagne once you notice an opportunity.

By a miracle, two guards seem to be preoccupied with a guest. They begin pushing him around as he demands to speak to El Sin Nombre and you take the opportunity to slip past them and through the courtyard doors. It leads to a smaller courtyard, complete with a fountain and small garden. There’s a balcony that overlooks, and right underneath is a cement block that you use to hoist yourself up and inside.

You manage to enter through the open balcony doors into what looks like an upstairs bar. It’s dark, only the light from the hallway providing some illumination for the room. You slide against the walls and listen for any footsteps. The click of your heels are softened by the carpet of the room, but the rest of the house has tile.

A guard walks through the hallway, shining a flashlight into the open rooms. You press yourself to the wall, feeling your heart race. The thrill of the heists always exhilarates you. Heat shoots directly to your core as you quietly make your way through the second floor. Especially now, with how anxious everyone is and how much security they have, you welcome the challenge.

Diego can be seen through the window of a small room, praying at an ofrenda. A guard stands by the doors until the two of them leave to the elevator. Once the woosh of the elevator resonates through the quiet hallway, you make your way into the room.

How cliche, you think, moving a medium-sized picture frame to reveal the safe hidden behind it. You work quickly, turning the knob around and around, until at last, you hear a soft click. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds, gold chains–millions of dollars worth of jewels all in this little safe.

The smile on your face is wide as you quickly take out a folded-up, velvet pouch from your clutch to stuff as much as you can inside. If you exit the same way you came in, you should be able to escape before anyone catches you. With the jewelry secured, you exit the room and start walking back to the bar.

Your panties are wet and the tips of your breasts are hard as they rub against your dress. With how perfect this score is going, you’ll be able to keep some of the pieces and sell the others, making a small fortune for yourself. Thank God I remembered to charge my toy–

Just as you turn the corner into the bar, a hand shoots out and wraps around your mouth, silencing you. It happens way too fast that you’re not able to strike or even reach for the knife in your purse.

“Shhh, relájate.” [relax]

You know that voice, crave that voice. Of course Alejandro is here, you think. He slides his hand away from your mouth and pushes you until your back is pressed to the wall. His face is covered in a balaclava, but you immediately recognize his signature cologne. A jolt of excitement goes up your spine as he removes the mask from your face.

“Are you here to stop me?” you ask Alejandro, placing a hand on his chest.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop stealing, nena?”

You roll your eyes playfully, tugging on his tie. “Why would I listen to you? And why are you dressed like that?”

Alejandro looks down at his suit, which is the same as the security guards. “I’m supposed to be undercover. But imagine my surprise when I see you, slipping past the guards and climbing up a balcony. Tell me,” he says, grabbing the velvet bag from your hands, “is this necessary?”

“A girl’s gotta eat.”

He tsks, bringing his body closer to yours and pressing his erection against your lower belly. “How can I work, how can I stay focused when you’re running around in this little dress?”

You whimper, feeling his thigh push between your legs and press right on your dripping pussy. “You like my dress?”

The bags drop to the floor with a soft thud as Alejandro grips your waist, rocking you into his thigh. You bring your hands up and pull the mask just above the tip of his nose so you can mold your mouth to his. You moan into the kiss, tasting whiskey on his tongue.

His hand drags your dress up and over your hips, exposing the scrap of lace panties. You tug on his tie until it loosens and unbutton the first few buttons on his dress shirt. Even in the almost darkness, you can see the glitter of a familiar gold chain around his neck.

You touch it with light fingertips and rock faster on the hard muscle of his thigh. “You still wear the chain I gave you, Alejandro?”

He ignores your question and presses open mouthed kisses to your neck. “You should be more careful. I was able to catch you quickly.”

“Yeah, but–oh, oh–” you stammer, feeling Alejandro’s fingers slip through your panties, “you always catch me. Don’t you, baby?”

I always catch you, Alejandro murmurs, pressing his lips to yours again. He curves two thick fingers inside of you, gently thrusting them, opening you up. You stifle a moan and bring a hand up to cover your mouth. The last thing you want is for your fun to get rudely interrupted by one of El Sin Nombre’s men.

You bounce on his fingers as he slides deeper with the help of your dripping arousal. That’s it, mami, he whispers, plunging them faster, my pretty little thief. Maybe it’s because you’ve been slick with excitement since the moment you got here, or maybe it’s because Alejandro is so good with his fingers, that you cum right into the palm of his large hand. The orgasm hits you with such intensity that you shake in his hold, a few whimpers escaping your mouth.

“Shh, hermosa,” he coos, “you don’t want them to find us right?”

You let out another whimper and clench around his fingers in the last moments of your orgasm. You’re not quite sure what drew you to this life. The money? The jewels? Every single aspect of it excites you, especially the danger that comes with this line of work. Alejandro removes his fingers slowly and with a snap, he rips off your panties.

“Hey–”

“You can afford to buy new ones,” he interrupts. He takes a step back to wipe his fingers on your now ripped panties then stuffs them in his pocket. “I’m going to help you escape but you need to promise me–”

“Wait, wait,” you whisper, reaching for him, “what about you? Come on, Alejandro. Live a little.”

He lets you bring him in closer, shaking his head but not stopping you from undoing his belt buckle. You grab his cock and give it a few pumps, swiping your thumb over the precum that drips from his tip. Alejandro wraps your leg around his waist and moves your hand to position himself at your slick entrance.

“Quédate callada,” he orders. [Keep quiet]

You nod quickly, wanting him inside of you. Just as he thrusts in, you hear the ding of the elevator. Someone is on the second floor. You deflate, knowing that Alejandro will stop and lead you out through the balcony doors, since now the two of you are about to be interrupted. He’s not the type to take these kinds of risks–but, he surprises you. Alejandro keeps going, rocking a little faster into you.

Voices approach slowly from the hallway. You pray they don’t enter the bar, not when Alejandro keeps bumping into that perfect spongy spot inside of you. His fingers make delicious indents on your thigh from how hard he grabs you. You don’t trust yourself to not make noise so you press your mouth to his, allowing him to swallow your moans.

“Looks like the door to the ofrenda is open,” one of the guards says, “let's check it out.”

“Naughty girl,” Alejandro whispers, “did you not clean up your mess?”

You want to answer, want to tell Alejandro that of course you didn’t leave any prints behind and of course you put everything back where it was found. You just forgot to close the door in your excitement. But you don’t say anything, more focused on how deep Alejandro gets with each stroke.

“Everything looks good, let's keep going,” the other guard says.

Alejandro fucks you a little harder into the wall, moving a hand to swipe at your clit. You hear the footsteps approaching and wonder, even in your aroused hazed, what changed in Alejandro. In the few times he’s caught you, he’ll bring you to his Jeep or back to his home if you let him. But never has he been so animalistic in his need to fuck you in one of the places you’re stealing from.

“You like this–don’t you?” Alejandro whispers, “You like h–how crazy I get for you?”

Your nails dig into his large biceps for support and you squeeze your pussy tighter around him. He snakes his hand under your knee, pushing up to spread you further. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the flashlights approaching.

You feel the familiar licks of heat at the base of your spine. You’re so, so, so close to cumming again. Each slide of his thick cock stretches you to your limit, causing your pussy to flutter and gush around him. You press your nose to his neck and inhale. He smells yummy like Baccarat Rouge 540 and salty sweat. The guards pause at the entryway of the bar, shining their flashlights.

“Did you hear that?” one of them asks.

Alejandro slows his thrusts, gathering more of your slick on his thumb to rub over your swollen bud. He can’t be fucking serious, you think to yourself, sinking your teeth hard in his bottom lip.

“The balcony is open, must be noise from outside.”

You rock back and forth on his cock, uncaring that the guard takes a step inside. His eyes pass over the room, barely missing the two of you.

“Sí, tienes razón. Let’s go to the third floor.” [you’re right]

The moment Alejandro hears them ascend the stairs, he slides out and plunges back in. He sets a jackhammer pace, reminding you to keep quiet, nena, even though it feels like he’s splitting you in two. One more swipe of his thumb and you’re twitching in his arms, falling into the abyss as an orgasm washes over you.

It’s warm and mind-numbing, thrilling, and so incredibly risky. Alejandro is barely able to stifle his groan as his thrusts become clumsy and he spills inside of you. You constrict and squeeze tightly around his length, milking every last drop from his cock.

He’s so strong, holding the both of you up while you catch your breath. Alejandro slowly pulls out, whimpering slightly from the sensitivity. He has you stay pressed on the wall while he grabs napkins to clean you up. Once he makes sure you’re okay, he fixes his clothes and grabs your purse and the velvet bag from the floor.

“¿Estás bien?” he asks, wiping the sweat away from your collarbones. “Think you can jump down from the balcony? Or do you want to try the elevator?” [Are you okay?]

“N–no, I can do it.”

You stumble slightly but right yourself, gripping your possessions tightly. You climb down from the balcony on unsteady feet, feeling the breeze on your now exposed bottom. The small courtyard is still empty, luckily, and you see a side door that leads to the exit from the house.

Alejandro drops down beside you, looking normal and as if he didn’t just rearrange your insides not even five minutes ago. “Be careful, okay? Text me when you get home. No puedo irme–” [I can’t leave–]

You reach up a hand to caress his covered face. “I know, you have work to do. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

After one more kiss on his cheek, you turn and jog towards the side door and open it. You take a look around and find no one at the front of the house. You look back, lifting your hand to wave at Alejandro, and leave. It takes a little longer to find your car, as your thighs feel sore and the bag you’re carrying is heavy.

You knew your score would go well, you just didn’t think it would go this well. You keep your promise to Alejandro. The moment you get safely home you strip out of your dress and put on one of the ruby necklaces. You snap a photo of yourself, the necklace and your peaked nipples perfectly in frame. It only takes thirty seconds for Alejandro to respond.

You: [Image sent]

home :)

11:56 P.M.

Alejandro: Hermosa. My pretty little thief. Stay out of trouble, okay?

11:56 P.M.

Absolutely no promises.

Title inspired by the song "Chulo pt.2" by Bad Gyal, Tokischa, and Young Miko.

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dogshit-gambler · 1 year

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she calls me papi chulo: alejandro vargas x F!Reader

When Lady Gaga said hot like mexico, i took that personally. Seriously, if you read this, listen to Alejandro - Lady Gaga and Lo Que Siento - CuCo.

Word: 3k

AN: I think we can all agree Alejandro is one of the best characters in MW2. <3 This game's been a huge comfort in my life and Alejandro is 10000% a comfort character. PINING!!!! So so much pining. And Rudy being a total gentleman, this almost feels like an x Rudy fic... hmm... interesting. So maybe it's Ale\Rudy\Reader. Who knows.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy <3 Love triangle vibes are going crazy.

SFW - Cursing - Alejandro being a little bit of an asshole, as a treat - Mild suggestive content - alcohol mention -

Breaking into a syndicate party wasn't on my bucket list for this year, but Alejandro couldn't go alone. i watched him change out of his tactical gear, a heavy thud echoing in the bedroom as his vest hit the floor. It felt like he undid dozens of Velcro straps and buttons, his body feeling so much lighter without all that gear. I didn't think I'd ever seen him without it in our time knowing each other. Then again, he hadn't seen me in much else either. All our time spent together was littered with violence, even when we had a moment to truly enjoy each other's company, it was only for the intel. Rudy mapped it out for us, and how I appreciated his brains. This party was invite only, for obvious reasons. Rudy would wait at the door to allow guests in, not uttering a word to another soul. He'd let us in and make his escape to the truck down the southern road and regroup with Ghost and Soap. Of course Alejandro and I would enter looking dazzling to keep suspicions low and carry on through the night going unnoticed. Alejandro got dressed leisurely, treating this like a normal date. As if that was what I had in mind. Then again, I don't think I'd ever confessed a word to him about my feelings. Rudy suspected it, so Ghost thinks. I personally think they're all full of shit.

"You're gonna fucking owe me big time." I warned him, looking at him through his mirror. He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like fresh cut roses. I tried to keep my gaze down, focusing on my own routine. I needed to look my absolute best, and the pressure's getting to me now. "And why's that?" He questioned, buttoning his shirt. i admired the pattern in the mirror, watching the pattern run down his side; a delicate rose pattern growing over his hip and across his chest. His shirt was shimmery under the lights, even just in our hideout. I watched it cascade over him, the roses almost as red as the lipstick I considered wearing. Jesus Christ, are we matching? "Because," I began, slipping on a headband to keep my hair out of my face. "We're going into dangerous territory looking like dancers." I lined my lips with a deep red pencil and filled in the gap. "That's correct." Such a smart-ass. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement with a tender curiosity. "And we'll do it looking lavish. How else are we supposed to fit in?" He continued, deciding on a whim to leave 2 buttons undone on his chest. "Point taken." I replied, my gaze on him briefly. "What color?" I asked. I held up the eye shadow pallet in his direction and expected him to pick the first color he happened to see.

Alejandro walked over to me and leaned over my shoulder, right hand planted firmly on the table, his arm brushing my shoulder. "I like this golden color," he said, using his pinky to gesture. "And this one," he pointed to a deep, coffee color. "I think that'd look absolutely ravishing." His voice lowered suddenly, setting my skin on fire. I could feel traces of his warm, minty breath against the top of my ear. I cleared my throat and dipped my brush into the colors. He remained in that exact position and watched as I padded and blending the colors onto my lids. I used the opportunity to glance at his chest, I mean the front pattern on his shirt. "I like your shirt." I said without thinking. "I like your makeup." His eyes gazed into mine, his honeyed eyes almost cutting into me. I turned my head away to catch the clock, the hands frozen in time. I look back at him, his eyes still searing into mine.

"And I like the red. It makes your lips look pretty." For as long as I've known him, his grin was crooked and now was no different. I'd wager to say it was even worse now. I roll my eyes, fearing they'd get stuck in my fucking head. It appears I'm stuck with him all night. He leaves my side yet again, my eye travels up his legs to his back, admiring the pattern. If I'm honest, he didn't look horrible. No, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. That shining, ebony hair, that warm, amber skin, and the way his eye eyelashes kissed his under eyes when he blinked. I could go on. His hair is the blackest black I've ever seen, he keeps it cut, but I can tell it'd be so beautiful grown out. He has a roughness to him, his work hardened him, but I can see slivers of his compassionate heart slip out. He doesn't hide it, but he is selective. "You look beautiful," he spoke. I turned to him, my face half finished. My lips are painted blood-red, gold sparkles donning my eyelids, the only thing missing from them was the mascara. His pants fit perfectly over him, I'll leave the rest to the imagination.

I bite back a smile, but I can tell he's watching my lips curl into a grin. It's uncontrollable, there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on. "Gracias." I replied. I'd only learned bits of Spanish from Alejandro, which I knew he appreciated. He slicked back his hair with a bit of gel, a few rebellious strands fell over his eyes. "Meet me outside when you're done. I'll hook your mic up then." I nodded. Part of me wanted to look good for him, the other part of me questioning why it needed to be for him specifically. I'd never hear the end from Rudy.

I grabbed the pair of shoes Rudy picked out for me, a black kitten heel. Easy to walk, dance, and potentially run in. The dress was the hardest part, but I chose a burgundy dress, something simple, classic, and something I could make a getaway in. There was a knock at my door, a gentle one at that. "Come in."

"Y\N. Alejandro esta esperando." Rudy spoke. "English, Rudy." He cleared his throat. "Alejandro's waiting for you." His gaze lingered on me, a tender sparkle in his eyes. "You look nice. Very pretty. Trying to impress Alejandro, eh?" I rolled my eyes yet again this evening. "I'm trying to pass as a rich woman, you know, the kind of woman who - I don't know - hangs around Narcos. Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you?" I smiled at him, slipping my shoes on. "Mind zipping my dress?" Perhaps my timing wasn't good, or maybe it was just right.

"Sí, señora." I could feel the warmth of his hands against my shoulder as he zipped me. He was gentle and sweet to be surrounded by violence.

"You've succeeded at impressing me, carino. Alejandro will feel the same way. Come, let's get this over with." He took his hand in mine and walked me to the door, opening it for me. I felt like such a snob, but I knew Rudy would have done this regardless. The base's floor was filled with ridges, my heels wobbling. I threw my arm over Rudy's shoulder as he helped me down the step, I'd never seen this side of him before. "Watch your footing, there's some unevenness in this floor." He walked me down the final step, the door to the outside cracked open. He held my hand as I stepped down, he allowed me in the door first and shut it behind us. I looked back to him, he followed close behind. "Let me hook this," Alejandro suddenly called out. "Turn around."

I turned my back to him, and before he unzipped my dress, he peered around my shoulder and looked into my eyes, before asking a simple question. "May I?" Such a simple question made my heart leap into my throat. "Yes, of course." He slowly unzipped the back and hooked a cold metal piece to my bra clasps. "Feed that through," he snaked a microphone wire through my shoulder strap and allowed me to place it on my chest. He zipped my dress back up and everything appeared normal. "I should have told you before, but you'll need to wear this." He handed me a black ski mask. "Our faces need to be hidden, you'd be surprised who shows up here... police, military, politicians. Hide your identity, carino."

I slipped the mask over my face, Alejandro following shortly after. His eyes were enhanced with the black cotton against his skin. Deep and full of luster, he made eyes for Rudy. "Okay. Let's go. The defector guards will let us in, we act natural, leave. Easy enough." Rudy nodded. "Be careful, Alejandro." I could tell Alejandro smiled back at Rudy, watching his eyes light up. He patted Rudy's arm before taking my hand under his arm. I never realized his stature from this angle, he walked beside me, long legs sauntering forward, his shoulders straight as the day is long. He's tall. He's strong. He's... Alejandro. And for the night, he's my Alejandro. Mine. "You need to order me a drink." I chuckled. "What makes you think I won't?" He looked at me, his smoldering eyes burning a hole in my skin. His gaze was lingering, like the taste of sweet wine, or a tangy after-taste of a cold beer. He perked a brow before driving us to the Event.

"Rudy, this is Victor 1-1, how copy?"

"Copy, Victor 1-1. I see you down at the entrance. Rodriguez and Roza are at the door, get in, get out."

"Solid copy. Out here." Rudy chimed into my earphone. "How copy?" "Solid." I replied. I made eyes with the defectors as we entered, our faces shielded with the dark shadows of anonymity. Alejandro took my hand in his and spun me around with ease, the ends of my dress twirling around me. He caught me in his arms, his right arm looped around my lower half. I could see his eyes smiling under his mask, his eyelashes kissing his skin. He spun me around in the opposite direction and I melted into his movements. I was at a full arm's length from him before twirling back in. I felt my heart race, not from the dancing, but rather who my partner was. "Atta girl," he spoke quietly. "You're a natural." His hands were rough against my soft ones, how we contrasted. Music played and all I could focus on was Alejandro.

We didn't speak often, his body speaking with mine in our own secret language. He pulled me close to him and gazed into my eyes, his eyes lazily opened. It was hard to look at him, at his deep brown eyes. They were soul crushing. The kind of eyes that hurt to look at they were so mesmerizing. I hope, deep down, he felt that way about mine. I turned my face from his to look at the pair of guards watching the room. "No," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His hand snaked under my chin, holding it in place. "Look at me, look into my eyes."

He was at an advantage. All I could see were his eyes. His hand trailed to my arm, and to my hand. His fingers interlocked with mine and it felt so natural. Like he was supposed to be there. "You look beautiful," he said. I don't know if this was his way of keeping suspicious low, or he was being honest with me. I'd upset myself if I thought about it too long. "I mean that. I don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautiful."

I chuckled. "You can only see my eyes, Alejandro." He spun me under his arm before pulling me close again. This time, I was flush against him, one hand in his, the other around his shoulder. "Even before this, when I saw you getting ready. Even now, I feel myself getting sucked into your eyes." Jesus, the feeling was mutual. "Even if I can only see your eyes, they're beautiful." I could feel him leaning closer as he spoke. He could sweet talk well enough, enough to make me forget the surrounding danger. Was that his goal? "I know you're nervous," he said quietly. "This is new territory. Do you trust me?"

I knitted my brows together as we slow danced. "Do you?" He asked again. I felt his energy darken. He raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze sharper than a razor. "I do. I trust you, Alejandro." He took a quick glance at the other dancers around us, they were spaced out and mostly stuck with their own. Another glance at the guards, who now took no interest in the crowd. As his eyes looked away from me, I noticed the lines under his eyes and how deep-set his eyes were. "Tell me again." I paused, my hand resting on his back. "I trust you. I do. I trust you, Ale.

I watched as his eyes gloss over the target walking beside us. He shifted us closer to the man, he wore an ivory suit and a crimson red tie. I could tell Alejandro smiled under his mask. He twirled me under his arm and as I stepped away, I secretly recorded the conversation at the table. They spoke in Spanish, I could make out some of it, but I'd leave that to Alejandro. He looked at me like he was looking at a meal, a juicy steak and mashed potatoes. Even still, his touch was not that of a hungry beast. I danced slowly, I needed to be next to him, mission be damned. I tried not to look at him with desperation in my eye, or the raised eyebrows that always gave me away. I wasn't listening to the conversation, I was too busy focusing on my dancing. Alejandro's eyes narrowed when the man in question began speaking about elections. He pulled me in, his muscular arm looping around my hip. "We have what we need," he whispered. He pulled my arm carefully, leading me away from the table.

"Rudy. We're leaving soon." He whispered into his microphone. Rudy gave the affirmative. I don't know what I expected from Alejandro at this point. He was confusing, or maybe I just didn't... I don't know.

"Come," he said. I followed him through a small crowd, the scent of tequila and citrus filling my nostrils. "I said I'd get you a drink." He stepped up to the bar, and I watched him order two tequila sunrise. He handed me one, our skin touching briefly. We talked out to the empty balcony, overlooking what seemed to be all of Mexico. He shut the doors behind us, blocking any noise coming from inside the building. He leaned on the balcony, his fingers holding the rim of the drink. "Dios mio," he said. "Mayors working with criminals to win elections. As if things couldn't get any worse." He took a small sip of his drink as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Alejandro."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I know this wasn't easy, but you did well. Better than you know." I stood beside him, our biceps brushing against each other. "I mean that." He said again. I overlooked the skyline, a watercolor sunset dripping down the sky. "Thanks, Ale. I... I didn't... Never mind." Alejandro turned to face me. "Que? What's the matter? You didn't...?" He trailed off, his eyes searing into me again. I lowered my gaze, bringing my left hand behind my back. "I'm listening." I hated when he said that, not because I didn't want him to listen, but because it was overwhelming to know he was listening, that he cared about the things I said. "I didn't think I could manage this." Alejandro grabbed my chin, softly tilting my head up to look at him. "I never doubted you. Not even for a second." He stared into my eyes, his gaze steady. I wanted to look away so badly.

When I did look away, he spoke to me. "Mirame. Why don't you ever want to look at me when I'm talking to you?" He knew the answer to that question. His voice lowered, his body closing in. "Why? Tell me. I'm listening to you." I was about to kill him, the way he spoke so softly and tenderly, made me want to back-hand him. He knew why I never looked at him, he knew! "You know." I broke out. "Do I?"

Yes, you did! He was painfully close to my face now, his hand still gently wrapped around my chin, his other fingers resting on my neck. I couldn't tell if he was going to kiss me or not, but if he wasn't, he wasn't doing a good job at convincing me otherwise. "I hate looking at you because you're stunning. You look at me like nobody else, you look at me like I'm someone. Like I'm important. I hate looking at you because your eyes burn holes in my soul, you know what you do. You look at me like I'm a sunset." I felt myself rambling, but I didn't care. He let me rant and rave a romantic tirade. "You...! You drive me crazy with your kindness, your bravery, I hate that about you, you know? You're the best person I know. You're... you're... you're just...!" For some reason, I found myself getting angry.

Before I could finish, I tasted the tequila sunrise on his lips. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't pull away, and neither did he. I placed my hand on his clothed jaw, wishing I was feeling the roughness of his stubble, or the texture of his scarred skin. Still, he didn't pull away. He kissed me deeper than an ocean, and softer than a summer breeze. His hand inched up my back, halting at my shoulder blades. He slipped his hand under my ski mask to feel my hair. I knew I needed to stop myself now, Rudy and Co. were waiting for us. I started to pull away, but he pulled me back in to devour me like the beast I saw only moments ago. "Alejandro," I managed to say between kisses. "Alejandro...! Stop... I... We can't leave the others waiting."

Alejandro instantly stopped when I asked. He still held his lips near mine, a few inches of space between us. "Is that the only reason you asked me to stop?" I paused, slowly looking up into his eyes. "What if I said yes?"

"Then we'd leave right now, regroup, and I'd pick up where we left off."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. This time, I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back softly, a sigh of disappointment escaping him when I pulled back. "Then let's go. Rudy's waiting for us."

#this was in my head OKAY--#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro cod #cod #call of duty #alejandro vargas x reader #i am so down bad for him its PAINFULLLLL #CODMW2 #if this flops im gonna scream

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