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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 11: Her Desire

"My sources told me they hosted a drinking party between the elites," He dropped down a few papers consisting of a few highlighted texts scattered around the table. "There will be the VIPs all around Las Almas gathering in." He rolled a map of Las Almas and pointed at a specific manoir.

"La casa de sin nombre?" Soap raised his eyebrow reading the manoir name in the map, "Actually no, it's one of their lugartenientes." Alejandro shrugged. "A cartel lieutenant..." The huge forehead chuckled, "You're learning, hermano." he ruffled some of the papers.

"Some are invited to the meet some are uh..." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Volun-told?" Graves raised his eyebrow "Yes-". Soap peered at the map, examining the terrains around the house. "What's the gathering about?" He asked, "Well, apparently they do this every Sunday night but this time there'll be a meeting too." He took a ballpoint and scribbled a few.

"And maybe about us too." He drops the pen down and tilts to Graves. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know how lit the fire." Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost rests his hand on the table. "No guarantees but this is our best shot. The least we can do is have a little more detail on intels."

Graves gripped his own vest before clicking his tongue, "So, how do we make it inside? It's a drinking party we can't just violently get in. We need El Sin Nombre alive." Everyone gazes at each other, then slowly shifts at you munching on Mexican ghost pepper chips.

"What?" You asked with a stuffed mouth.

Alejandro let out a cheeky grin before tilting his head to Ghost, "Don't tell me." The Lt shook his head, "Dior, can you speak basic Spanish?" Ale turned to you.

"Se espanol basica? si." You raised your eyebrow at his objection. Alejandro smiled, "Rodolfo, Give her something fancy! and a party mask." He walks towards the weapon armory. "Yes, boss." Rodolfo left the room in a swift. "That'll honestly do, I'll have my men on overwatch." Graves shrugged.

"Dior, you will infiltrate inside the mansion as a prostitute," Alejandro stated from afar. "Oh, fuck yeah. my time to shine, bitch." You excitedly put the bag of chips on the table and rubbed your stained finger to the vest, unbuckling it because you're going to change clothes anyway.

"You go by car with Soap, we'll drop you off by the main entrance. my men will be there to escort you inside," He grabbed something from a compartment. "He has a green suit, yeah?" He threw a set of small earpieces towards you which you caught with your left hand. "Easy does it." You slip it inside your right ear. It was too big for your ear entrance so you just slip it slightly.

"Don't engage with any mafia, be careful with your words, your fake name is..." Alejandro paused for a moment, "Valentina." You cooed jokingly. "Sure." Your lips parted in shock, you made up that name as a joke. "Pack up, vamos!" Alejandro left to get in the garage to announce the operation.

You pouted your lip trying to think of something, but you felt a presence in your side. "prostitute?" Ghost's deep voice could never fail to startle you now. "Yea, what about it, Casper. you want a piece of my pussy?" You sneered. "Thought it belonged to the cowboy hence he made you quite loud last night." He said whispering to your ear level before leaving.

'AIN'T NO GODDAMN WAY I WAS THAT LOUD LAST NIGHT' You shot his back with a small smile, even though he didn't see it he can feel it. your eyes twitched in embarrassment and your hand turned into a fist irritatedly.

Grave's hand was about to land on you but you uncomfortably dodged him, He turned his palm into a fist and awkwardly rested it to his hips. "So, Dior the sneaky infiltration again?" He chuckles at you, "Yea." Your short remark was enough to make him accept his defeat and leave with Alejandro.

Soap catches up to you which draws back your mood, "You okay, Dior? What'd Ghost said?" His smile warms your head by little. "Oh, nothing. He's just threatening me to not fuck this up." You lied, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly.

"I think you're a great lurker," Soap said to you as you two walked together. "Well, this time I'm going undercover. I hope I didn't get carried away." You sneered at the thought of dancing on the floor in front of mafias. "Well, then don't! gather info and flee." He remarkably said.

"Easier said than done."

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You smeared your Glossier lipgloss across your lips giggling, kicking your feet, So excited about your mission. this is definitely your type of mission, you love your job, you live for this moment, and you are going to execute this with no hassle. Rodolfo definitely has a taste! he gave you a bodycon red slit dress with a long satin gloves in the same color. You look divine. (You always do)

"Excited, are you?" Soap's claim made you tilt, "Ah- Of course! Who wouldn't be?!" You grinned, "I love lurking in, pretending to be the spy girl in the mansion. I'm going to be the center of attention!" You swayed your hair.

"Yes, but you shouldn't expose your thighs too much, yeah?" Your smile drops and you look at him ferociously, "You've got exactly three seconds to take back what you say before I rip that fucking mohawk." His shoulder flinched a bit, his hand reached his pocket. "I'm so sorry, my lady I did not mean what I said earlier- Captain Price wanted me to give you this." He lends you what seems like a black belt with a knife pocket in it. "For emergency." He smiles as your eyes soften.

"My hands are full. Just put it beside me." You said reapplying a mascara. He paused for a moment before bending down to your side, You stopped whatever you were doing and watched him shift his hand to your knee and then your left thigh. the harsh surface of his gloves sharpens your breath, and the way he adjusted the belt thumps your heart harder. the way his fingers softly contact the soft flesh of your thighs turns you slightly red. He tightens the strap creating two hills between the black belt.

"That'll do." He got up and sat back to the seat.

You were stunned by the action he pulled. regaining consciousness, you pull your dress down so the strap isn't visible. "Very well, Mr. Soap. Very well," You look away at the car window watching the near-dusk scenery of Las Almas until the car stops in front of a cab.

You watched Soap exit the car and open the car door for you, lending you his hand. As you got up, he slowly held your hand escorted you to the white car, and opened the door for you again. "Stay safe, yeah?" "Thank you, Soap." You got in gracefully and stayed in the car.

As the car drove, you rested your chin on your hand looking out the window. scanning the mansion from your naked eye; there were multiple spots that were exposed to the outside. you figured your team should set up a sniper from. one of the taller buildings. seeing the tall black gate visible from the distance, you pull the party mask to your eye level, enough to give a little anonymity to your face. "I'm green." You coded to the radio. "Good, get back one piece." Ghost tuned into your earpiece.

The green-suited man has a mask covering his face like Ghost's but in grey. his eyes gave you the look before slithering his hand around your waist. As the two of you walked into the mansion and entered the elevator, his hand slipped a piece of paper into your gloves. you tapped twice at his finger as a code that you received it.

the sound of the elevator ding is heard and you walk outside toward the crowd of people. there was multiple outdoor pool with the green hills you saw when you were outside earlier. "Senora." A waiter handed you a tall drink, "Gracias." You awkwardly accept it and scooted over to the crowd light dancing.

you swayed your hips a few times and hummed to the unfamiliar lyric music blasting in a not too deafening volume. You rejected a few hands that tried to pull you. but in multiple times you gazed and one specific eyes, but you're not sure whos orbs those belong to.

A few men and woman with mask covering their faces lent you their hand but you dont plan on making any contact with those people. hence you're undercove rwith a knife up in your thighs.

In the left corner of your eye, you saw a glimps of a dark hazel orbs piercing at your shoulders like an eagle observing their prey. You tilt your head to the side slightly to see a woman few olders than you menacingly watching you from afar.

'Gyatt dayum,' you look away from her again.

You tilt your head to her again to check her out, 'Ooh she's a short hair.' you mentally giggled to yourself while pretending to look away.

You tried to steal another look of her but you've lost her. sighing in defeat, you decided to walk out of the crowd towards one of the outdoor pools. You expose yourself outside while pressing your bottom lip with the fancy glass, "All stations, I have eyes on Dior." Ghost's voice buzzed into your ear. You raised your glass to the hill where you think Ghost is and went back inside. But as you turned around, you bumped into someone and accidentally knocked your own glass to your chest, pouring the alcohol all over your torso. "Ah-"

Everyone's eyes pinned on you in an instant. "Dior, report on the situation. Why is everyone stunned?" Grave's voice echoed to your radio. "Ah, Lo siento, senoras." The woman that bumped into you walked towards you. "Dior, do you copy?" Ghost's voice gave a hint of annoyance.

"Ah, esta bien." You try to pat your soaked chest but nobody can get their eyes off you. The woman seemed irritated at the people staring at you. "Siguema." She grabbed your hand, pulling you into her close. the two of you fast walked toward a different elevator. you saw her tapping a card and pressed floor 2.

'AINT NO GODDAMN WAY SHE'S THE SAME PERSON EARLIER' you thinly smile to yourself as you stare at your arm squashed by her palm. she has a similar combat gloves as Alejandro's.

you were stunned at everything happening too fast but you tried to picture the woman that is probably helping you right now. She has cold-dark brown eyes with short black hair and a sharp eye. She wore some kind of a black turtleneck with dusty white jeans. in a few moments after staring at her, the elevator revealed the second floor. you followed her to a room with a large sofa and a few wardrobes.

"Sientate, te lo debo." She walked to one of the wardrobes and slid it open. You sat on the sofa and tried your best to gather your composure. after a few minutes, she turned to you and threw a pair of black sweater. "Pontelo. Mi agradecimiento." She stated with a slightly cold tone. You rest your palm to the folded sweater and looked at her, "que?" She crossed her arm to her chest whilst looking down on you.

"...Gracias, tu eres linda." You softly said, trying to sound convincing. You dug your head inside the sweater and poked your head out of the hole, but you see her face an inch close to yours, "I knew that you're not from around here. Who are you?" She squinted her eyes to see you. You felt caged but you need to improvise. "I'm a prostitute." You blurted out.

"What the fuck," She sneers which made something inside you twitched. "Puta prostituta." She nodded slightly at your stance. "..si?" You gave an obvious guilty smile. Out of the sudden, she slapped and grip your left thigh. You got slightly startled from her sudden action, letting out a soft moan.

She raised her eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, "Oh coño, you poor thing. Did I startled you, conejita?" She sneered at you degradingly. "I mean it's technically MY job," You gulped. "But since you gave me this sweater, maybe I'll let you have me for free?" You shot her an innocent stare. after a slight pause between the two of you, she scoffed and flashed a wicked eye.

"Who do you think am I?" She gripped your jaw to make you look closer at her. "My next." You confidently answered. "es esto lo que esperas de mi?" She poked your groin as you arched your head back. "maldita perre zorra, Es esto lo que quieres?" She knitted her eyebrow and pinched your clit through your dress. "Oh God-" "What tis your name, maldita?" She lets go of your crotch now crawling to you whilst pinning your hands beside you. one of her knee edged your clit.

"Answer me, you imbicile." She placed a pressure to your wrist and sensitive abdomen. "V-Valentina." You gasped for air. "Valentina? que interesante." She snickered. "Me pregunto si Valentina quiere que Valeria la ponga como una, puta." She whispered to your red ear and chuckled at your whinings.

You prayed to God she leave your panties alone because your undercover will be revealed. she thumped her knee multiple times into your sensitive covered sensitive entry while now devouring your neck, whispering unladylike wordd in spanish whilst her sharp long nails with coated red polish bruised your underjaw.

"Enjoyed checking me out, down there, Hm?" She shift her hand to make you face her. "Didn't expect you to look different from their papers," She smirked. "They didn't joke about sending me the best one." Your eyes widens at her remarks.

"Cuando bailas ahí atras", she impatiently flung one of your legs onto her shoulder "Me llamaste la atencion." She dug her knee even deeper into you. probably now bruising your entrance. "ahora tengo el tuyo." she smirked at the mess she making you.

The way she draws your body with her hands, shifting from your wrist to your collarbone and teasing the shape of your breasts between her sweater. you felt her hand gliding up and down motioning to memorise your body through her touch.

"tu gusta este?" She smirked in your cheeks while the tip of her thumb circled your cave slowly. you eyes rolled inside your skull, still mentally praying she didn't notice the knife strap Soap wore for you. "Make more noises, puta." Her thumb presses harder making a damp with your wetness.

Your whines turned into a moaning mess, your well-do hair is now a bird nest. She laughs at the side of your neck biting your earlobe, "Me gusta tu voz, let's take thi-"

Her words are cut off by a knocking door. "Boss, tienes una persona." a man spoke from the other side of the door making her groan. "Callate!" she shouted towards the door before grunting in annoyance, "Hey." She places her finger on your chin, "Don't think I'm done with you." She said leaving with a smile. "I'll get your contract extended."

Watching her left, "contract extended?" you quickly took out the paper that Alejandro's intel slid into your gloves. carefully reading the handwriting, it said 'segunda planta, 02 02 19' You rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper. "Very helpful, thank you."

You sat on the sofa dumbfounded with soggy panties. you looked behind you and saw a dark-tinted glass window, Without thinking twice you tapped the window and gazed around it. From up there, you saw Soap getting checked up by the guards before his head was sunk into a sack and forcefully manhandled into the mansion.

you gasped softly at the sight and tried to get into your radio. "This is Dior from the seco-" Your hand felt empty and your eyes widened after realizing your earpiece was gone. "Oh shit." You dug your whole palm inside your ear just to find it empty.

You quickly shuffled towards the door and turned the knob multiple times. just to have another realization that the door is locked from the outside. "OH SHIT." You breathed heavily and held your forehead to balance out your mind with the situation that happened. "No fucking way I'm trapped here to be a sex slave. fuck!" You walked around the room to think of a solution. "...And she DOES hiring a sex buddy. WHAT IF I GOT CAUGHT," You frustratedly run your mantled fingers across your scalp.

Let's learn how to break through your problem. You lost your earpiece, you have no contact with your teams whatsoever. Your only weapon is your knife but you can't use that yet because we don't want to break the glass with it, it'll be too noisy. You have a ticking time bomb before the REAL prostitute actually comes.

'Check the wardrobes.' The insides of your head echoed a voice in your mind.

You sprinted to one of the wooden wardrobes and furiously opened every single one of them. just to be disappointed that there are only dark-colored random clothes.

There was a military vest, few cargo pants, multiple pairs of jeans, and a hat. you took out the jeans and a few sweaters out of the wardrobe and ran back to the window, calculating the height of the building.

"This is some Rapunzel shit," you muttered whilst trying to tie the jeans and sweaters together.

Flashback

"Dior, Do you copy?" Ghost tuned into the radio watching you unfolding a scene by the pool. "Dior- bloody fucking hell." He gripped his sniper holster in annoyance, "What's wrong, Ghost?" Soap took out a telescope to see you from the distance getting dragged by a woman. "Oh yeah, that's bad."

"Did the princess drop her earpiece? Her signal seemed disconnected." Graves stared at Soap while staring at his combat tab and munching on a bread he packed himself for. "Well, that's on me. I think I gave her the wrong size." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head. "Fair blame." Ghost scoffed.

"If we decided that she's under hostage situation, I've got enough shadow to take over the whole damn country." Graves threw his wrapper off the building and walked towards the other. "I prefer if you didn't." Alejandro felt a little grudge in his tone.

Graves scoffed, "I'm just sayin, one house and a hostage wouldn't be a problem." He flexes. "We need el sin nombre and Dior alive." Alejandro knitted his eyebrow, "well... what if we meet him in person." The commander tilts to Soap.

"How?"

"Give them what they want. Dior is out of reach with no coms, but I'm sure she figured something." Graves gripped his vest. "Tell them intel, they wanna know whose here? tell 'em." Grave's expression stayed relaxed.

"In person?" Alejandro sharply stared at Graves. "Correcto." He slightly nodded. "Get one of us inside, find Dior, get to the boss, pack 'em up." He palms his knuckles. The three men paused for a few moments before Soap broke the silence.

"I'll do it."

Alejandro's eyes soften to Soap, "You go in there, they'll kill you, Hermano. we're not even sure if Dior is still alive." He slightly shook his head. "That's fine, I'll take my chances. Dior is inside, there's a possibility she's still alive. There's a missile we need to stop." Soap convinced. "I'll get inside, find Dior then offer intel to El Sin Nombre."

Ghost's sigh is heard as Soap continues. "And if they're there, we pounce." He finishes. Alejandro chuckled like a proud dad before resting his hand on Soap's shoulder. "Demonios si. tienes las pelotas es cabron."

Alejandro took off his vest, "To make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too." He smiles. "I'll stay on overwatch again. Shadow circles the target on a helo." Ghost turns to Graves after Alejandro's decision. "Roger that."

Graves was about to reach his radio but stopped, "Oh if they want proof." He ripped off a Shadow Company badge from his vest. "Show 'em this." Soap took a good look at the ripped badge before fist-bumping Graves. "Call me when you need me." Graves walked towards the other side of the building. "Alright, let's gear up and get after it."

a little longer than a few minutes later

Soap's face was shoved into the elevator after getting questioned by El Sin Nombre. The female Sicaria leaned herself to the side of the elevator watching Soap stumbled. Diego slaps three of the buttons going from the basement to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor. "Penthouse." He mumbles.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast," He faced Valeria. "I'll be in the penthouse with sin nombre." She said in a cold tone whilst the sound of the elevator went up. "When do I see el sin nombre?" Soap's question made the two sicarios snickered. "Valeria is going to speak with the boss, you will wait with the others," Diego said with a hint of threat.

"I have a feeling, El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you." Valeria spat venom through her words. After a minute, the elevator dings. watching the elevator door unraveling, Soap flooded out his overthinking while it was greeted by a guard with a mask.

Soap walked out of the elevator, "This is where you wait, Soap." The mohawk slowly walks out of the elevator with a guard leaning by the side outside the lift. "Estaré en la ofrenda. No interruptan." Diego spoke coldly as the guard shoved soap against the window. "Si Señor." The guard deepen his voice as he patted Soap's body down.

"You're alive..." Alejandro's familiar voice relieves Soap's tense muscle. "Alejandro? You too mate." He muttered back. "El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse, third floor." "We'll need a keycard." Alejandro replied again.

"Diego has it." Alejandro searched his pocket. "Take this." he handed soap a throwing knife. "Sweet." Soap gladly stored it in his pocket. "This too," He handed Soap a white full head mask. "Why a mask?" Soap wore it anyway. "Some people here can't be seen with the cartel. comms are hooked in."

"Got it."

"You're good, let's head out."

Alejandro and Soap tried their best to not be seen too close together as they walked towards what seemed like a kitchen. The people on the floor have either left or somewhere else. it wasn't so crowded like earlier. "What've you got?" Ghost turned into Soap's radio. "El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. third floor." Soap spoke softly.

"None of Dior?" Soap paused himself before answering, "Negative." Ghost's sigh is heard faintly through, Alejandro frowns at his concerns. "Don't worry. We'll give a shot on the elevator, we just need Diego's keycard." He looked around the mansion watching a few guards and a backdoor to the garage.

"Where Diego?" Ghost's shifting his sniper is heard on the radio. "Ofrenda, second floor." Soap said. "I think I know how to get to him." Soap stared at an unoccupied ladder with a few vines beside it and a vertical window. "Vamos, we'll get our hands dirty," Alejandro smirked beneath his mask.

end of flashback

You sat by the window, ripping and tying some of the clothings. you felt bad for doing this but you need to get out of there. It's been around 45 minutes since you realized your earpiece is gone. the sky has turned dark and surprisingly the music is fading. You could only hear people on a phone call or just chatting with one and another.

After finally finishing the last piece, you tied the end of the long handmade rope to the sova and walked towards the window. 'It is what it is' You pulled out your knife and broke the window by the butt side and threw the rest of the rope out of the window. As you jumped out, you were flabbergasted to see someone climbing up right beside you. he had a grey shirt, dark pants with a white robbery mask. the two of you stare at each other for a good few minutes.

"Soap?!"

"Dior?!"

'PSSAT' a bullet pierced close to the two of you. Soap drew out his gun and shot the guard right in the head. "Holy shit, what did you do?!" You gripped on your rope tighter. "No time to explain! Quick, take my hand." He lent out his hand as you grab him back. He lifted you over his shoulder and threw you to the 2nd-floor balcony on the other side of your window. "Go get cover, I'll explain later." He said grunting whilst climbing. "Solid copy."

You sprinted into the building facing guard, "Hold this!" You slashed their throat by throwing your knife through their jugular vein as they dropped to the ground with a seizure. You slide on your knees to take your knife back, "Ay, 'm takin this back. thank you!" You got on your feet and ran again. the sound of alarm blaring through the hallways eeried your ears.

You stumbled across a closet and pulled it open to see a medium-sized safebox, "Let's see what you're worth." You put in the code from Alejandro's intel, As it clicks open, a few papers fly out and you grit your teeth in annoyance.

"A fucking shotgun..."

"A fucking shotgun."

You jerked your head back to see Soap leaning into the content and cluck the close-range weapon to himself. "Dior, you want my USP instead?" He offered his gun. You took it and checked the mag to see it's barely used. "Fair offer."

The two of you walked towards another balcony to get on top of the rooftop. But unfortunately, there were several guards on watchout. You peeked and threw the knife at one of the guards, jumping over to get inside and shoot the remaining guards. Soap struggled to hop inside the top with his shotgun which resulted in you getting harmed fighting alone.

"Argh-" You shot a guard's knee before kicking him down with your heels. Another guard aimed their gun at you but their head explodes from a sniper. You looked up towards another building a few miles away to see a reflection of a light showing Ghost on overwatch. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay?" Soap got to your side. "Just a gash, let's go." You ignored your bleeding arm and quickly caught up to Alejandro.

"Dior."

"Ale-"

"Soap!"

The three of you looked at each other before Alejandro pointed at a certain chimney. "Elevator this way, we have no time left." Soap and Alejandro sprinted towards the ladder as you tried to catch up. You grunted in pain holding your left arm that spilled out blood.

Soap jumps inside to get on the top of the elevator as Alejandro realizes you're not there. He looked down to see you holding your arm in pain, "Cariño, estás bien?" He shouted from the top. You waved your hand away at him "Go without me!"

He furrows his eyebrow and tries to lend his hand to you, "It's too dangerous!" You shook your head, "Go get El Sin Nombre, I'll be fine I promise you!" He paused for a moment looking through your eyes before deciding to leave with Soap. you sighed in relief and went the other way.

You swore you saw something when you opened that safe. The papers that flew out weren't just ordinary papers, You tried to navigate yourself back to the 2nd floor. You saw multiple guards coming but you hid and shot them from behind counters.

outruning them from the hallways, you hid yourself inside the same closet earlier. You sat and took all of the papers trying to read it in thin light. But out of a sudden, you feel a breeze from your side from the guards opening your closet door with a rifle in his hand. you screamed in fear but he dropped to the ground in an instant. Your pupils dilate at the sight of one of the words in those papers as it flutters in the air shifting away from you.

'duties signed under Ma-'

Your gaze was locked on a shadow with a handgun in his hand as he lent you his hand again, "Dior, right? we caught El Sin Nombre. Let's go!" You tried to get up but the pain in your arm stopped you and made you drop the papers down. "Shit okay-"

He picked you up by the waist and carried you, "I'm sorry," he mutters softly.

#mw2 #modern warfare 2 #task force 141 #captain price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty mwii #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #cod fanfic

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atvace · 3 months

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About the fan fiction I wrote...

Hi readers of Tumblr! Atva here to make a small announcement and a few heads up firstly I'd like to apologize for not posting since many many weeks ago. Honestly, the reason was quite personal I kinda mentioned about it in my Wattpad but I figured I should update it here too but I'm trying, I really am I've wrote so far about 15 chapters in total, I've also been rewriting everything and moving them to certain platform other than wattpad. my fan fiction is now available to read on Ao3 under the same name (Atvace) and maybe after this notice, I will post the remaining chapters:) I'm sorry too for the people asking about the tallest, I'm afraid I'm not capable in doing so because Tumblr isn't really my place to write, and there's still a lot for me to learn how to use this platform. thank you for reading this notice to the very end, thank you for liking my fanfic that I posted here in the past, I'd like to peace out bye<3

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atvace · 7 months

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I also love hate König

I love him cuz I have an OC I ship with him and think he's got an ok backstory

on the other hand, THOSE people that activly replace Gaz with him, has made me start to want to crush him between hands and toss him into a trash can >:p

Like no offense to König fans, but Gaz is literally better than him in every way. His actor is better, hes actually apart of the campaign, he's got an actual personality and he's soooo pretty :3!

Srry I didn't mean to rant 💀 I just love Gaz sm and it's so unfair the way he is treated :(

yasSS you get it anon, you just get it

after playing the campaigns, Gaz won me over because his character was so fleshed out + with Elliot's performance?? i genuinely prefer MW2019 over MW2022 of those alone too (sorry GhostSoap lol)

while i understand Konig's appeal (i have to admit, He really was partially the reason i bought the MWII reboot n e ways), by the end of the day, he's just another operator in multiplayer whose story will never really develop further lmao. so it's !!!personally!!! just hard to cling over a character who has nothing much to cling to in the first place.

one thing i just want those certain Konig fans to understand is that you don't have to like or to find Gaz interesting, but to have the audacity to replace a Main Character?? ewie

n e way, Gaz doodle for u anon! <3 <3

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the things i’d let gaz do to me oh my god.

same. he's literally perfect.

i'd do anything to and for him -- just for a crumb !!!

and he's just gorgeous?? which i take offense to?? it's not fair for a man to walk around like that!!

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atvace · 7 months

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Soap is lucky he's pretty

also i rly rly wanted to draw some of my fav kortac guys :) yes ik kortac is a pmc and they dont have a colonel

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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 10: Intuitive (filler chapter)

Masterlist

The loud thumping of your weight down to your own bed mattress made you instantly sink into oblivion. you sighed in relief after going through a fiesty night. you worshipped whoever in the sky that let you feel some good Mexican dick.

"Are you sore, cielita?" He massaged your soapy shoulders whilst you were sitting in his tub scrubbing your hands. "I'm fine, Ale. thank you-" "Around 20 years of observing a woman, I doubt that you meant it when you say 'M fine', Cariño." He showers you with fresh water. "I really mean it, Ale. I'm completely fine."

You're completely fucked. You rolled yourself to the side and sighed deeply.

your inner thigh? sore.

your knees? shaky.

your ankles? weak.

your walls? clenching.

You've never had this ungodly amount of good sex in a long time, fucking with Vargas made you consider joining Los Vaqueros after the mission is done. You groaned in annoyance when your hand couldn't find your phone around the bed so you just lay there lazily.

Let's review the sex for a moment. Spanish pet name, 8/10. loved the way he called you chica, it has a soft meaning. Manhandling, 5/10. The only brutal way he pins you down was with his belt; It's not that you don't enjoy it, you wish you were fucked harder. But he probably didn't go too primal because you two just met. Aftercare, 10/10. he feeds you well before fucking the shit out of you. his cooking is excellent, and the way he helped you clean up is also gentle. In the bathroom, he didn't try to touch you in a perverted way. he was very genuine and sincere in helping you clean up let alone giving you one of his shirts. it was oversized for you but people wouldn't be able to tell that the shirt was his.

Replaying the arousal moment in your head while sniffing the shirt you're wearing, you roll to your side and see that it's suddenly 6 A.m. already. you rolled your eyes and got up, finally having a sight of your phone. quickly grabbing it you got out of your room to see an unpleasant figure.

"Commander Graves." You pursed your lips in annoyance. "Dior, good morning. How was your sleep?" He grinned and leaned beside your doorframe. "It's fine, commander." You fast-walked the opposite of him, looking down at your phone. but he catches up to you and leans in front of you.

"So, you're going to get breakfast yet?" He had a smug face. 'sonovabitch GAZ I NEED YOU' "Yeah, I might toast a breakfast." You smiled softly but your eyes twitched in cringe. "I see, wanna grab breakfast together? Could have grilled cheese like back in the States, no? Do you like pop-tarts?" He pursed his lips as if a sunflower came out of his aura. "Graves."

A familiar daunting voice is heard from behind the blonde man, "Lt, good morning." You chirped, you glared at Ghost as if trying to say 'HELP ME GET RID OF THIS GUY' Magically, you could feel his eyebrow-raising behind his balaclava while Graves slowly turned around to see the huge figure behind him. "Ghost, good mornin'." His tone was pique.

The three of you stared at each other for a good moment before you squeaked to the side, "I've got to cook breakfast, so if you'd excuse me-" "Oh, sure. after you" Graves awkwardly watches you leave while Ghost still had his eyes on the blondie. The men paused in silence before the silence broke in, "Tea?" "Coffee."

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By the time you slid open the door to the kitchen, you dodged your head to the side watching a toast flung by. "Soap, what the fuck?!" You hiss, "DIOR I'M SORRY-" He unplugged a smokey toaster he exploded by accident. "I'm trying...to make breakfast." He teethed out a smile.

"Jesus fuckin Christ," You walked over to him and dunked the toaster into the trash. "How terrible of a cook are you." You grumpily huffed and wiped away the dust off the counter. "I'm sorry i wanted to make...something like a Scottish breakfast," He whined slightly "I miss home."

You tilt your head slowly with a disturbing expression, "ALREADY? WE SPENT ONE NIGHT IN LAS ALMAS AND YOU-" "Diooorrr I'm sorry-" He swayed your shoulder back and forth. "Fine fine get off me-" You sighed and opened the double-door fridge. "What do you want?" You scanned the fridge trying to find a proper ingredient for Soap. "...can you make me a Scottish oat porridge?" You raised your eyebrow and bent down to get a jug of milk. "Are you lactose intolerant?"

(Y/N) (L/N) Special chapter segment: How to Cook Like Dior

Today's menu: Soap's Oatmeal Porridge

Ingredients

½ cup of Scottish oatmeal

1 cup of almond milk

2 Tbsp of yogurt

2 Tsp honey (Soap's preferences)

1 Tsp cinnamon

First, we pour the oat and almond into a pot. boil it with a slight heat while stirring it gently.

After 5 or 8 minutes of stirring in the hot pot, add the other ingredients and repeat the step (stirring in small heat)

If the texture of the porridge oat is your preference, you can turn off the stove and serve it with your desired toppings.

"Now, be careful. It's hot." You scooped a small amount of oat in a spoon and spoonfed Soap that's been watching you from the counter. He blew the small white fumes from the tiny bits of the oatmeal before tasting it on his tongue, "This is in a perfect texture. I feel like sour fruits would fit as a topping." He smiles at you, "I hope Alejandro doesn't notice his fruits are missing." You shrugged while potting down the oats into a serving bowl.

"I'll add the topping myself, thank you for cooking this for me, Dior." he held his bowl and ate it at the dining table. "You do you, I'm gonna make myself instant noodle." You washed the pot planning to reuse it. "You eat instant noodles for breakfast?" Soap raised one eyebrow in confusion, "Nobody beats the taste of instant noodle Indomie." You scoffed while wiping dry the pot.

"I thought you're the type of girl who eats cotton balls with sauces." He shoved another spoonful of oats into his mouth. You sneered at his words, "Soap, where'd you learn that? Nobody eats cotton balls with sauce." You filled the pot and boiled it back to the stove, "Chanel O'Berlin?" He peeled a banana from the fruit bowl. You paused for a moment before letting out a laugh, "I'd rather get K.I.A than die from starvation eating fuckin cotton balls."

He smiled at your reply, still eating his food. "Where's Graves and Ghost? didn't see them since mornin'." You mix your instant noodle sauce and spices together with the cooked noodles. "Heard they went outside to get a tea," You placed down the noodles and sat down.

"When all of this is over, I wanna go night riding." Soap's claim made you pursed a smile, "Out of nowhere?" You twirled the noodles with a fork. "Yeah, Like speeding up in an empty mall parking lot or just blasting music while driving on dark highways... I don't know." You raised your eyebrow also munching at your noodles.

"Do you night ride alone or do the others just be a passenger?" You curiously asked, "Gaz is the song shotgun. Capt Price isn't the type of person that stays up to night ride so it's just three of us." He scooped the last bit of his oatmeal. "Ghost?" "Ah, yeah. He has a bike."

You paused for a moment chewing your noodle before snorting, "Ghost rider. you know where I'm referencing that?" Soap got up to put his bowl away and chuckled, "The amount of times we stopped Ghost from oiling and lit himself on fire to recreate that movie is concerning." You wheezed at Soap's story, "He has a bike huh... I expected that side of him, honestly." You shrugged.

The sound of Soap filling a glass of water filled the air, "Yeah his bike was matte black but I think he sold his old one and got a better one," He walked back and placed a cup of water close to you and sat back down. "around three weeks before you joined us I saw him washing his new bike. I think it was a 400 Ninja, I don't know but it was black with strokes of green."

Soap's witness made you raise your eyebrow, "Well, I'm not a bike person or a car person. Either way, I think bikes are cool." Soap pursed his lips. Both of your attention is shifted to the sliding door revealing Ghost and Graves with teacups in their hand. "Speak of the devil," You smiled at Ghost.

"Hello again, Dior." Graves grinned, your smile dropped.

"So we all here going to wait for Alejandro or what," You drank your water as Ghost leaned himself to the seat. "Rodolfo actually told me Alejandro had a meeting in the uptown of Las Almas. He'll be back before lunch." Ghost's hoarse voice dominates the whole atmosphere, "I feel like I adapted easily to the timezone and weather. It feels so nice in here." You rubbed your eyes and lay your head on the table.

"Yeah, Alejandro is deadass genius arranging this base." Soap looked around the ceilings admiring how homey the kitchen feels like. "I'd agree, this is like a covert facility." Graves shrugged. "All military bases are covert facilities." You knit your eyebrow. everyone looked everywhere but each other's eyes.

"This is crazy boring," "I know." You and Soap groaned in annoyance, "You know back in New Austin we'd have Jengas," "Uno cards," "Pokers!" You and Soap are complaining at this point. Graves was just staring at you whilst Ghost zoned out. at this point, you could probably hear your own heartbeat and bloodstream. but your shoulders were jolted at the sound of Soap snorting.

"Wait I just formed a thought." He said looking at the lights. "Congrats, Soap." Ghost said sternly, "First time?" Grave's voice is hinted with annoyance, "Was that hard?" you cooed to join. "fuckin hate all of you." Soap sunk himself back into the metal chair. "Should we watch TV," He asked again. "It's all in Judaeo Spanish." You bit your thumb while zoning out. "Fuck."

"But what was it." Graves looks up at Soap, "The best part of an Oreo is the black cookie part and not the white frosting." Soap gazes into oblivion, "Darkness without light is an abyss, light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side." Ghost's hoarse voice made you scoff harder. "Yo socrates, it's a fucking cookie." Grave snickered at your reply.

"Dior-" "If you're asking about my life back in FBI, I will hit your head with a sandwich." You coldly cut Soap's question. You loved getting asked about your work back then but Graves is in the room, You don't want him to know shit about you. "Sorry." He muttered. the silence of the kitchen is cut off by Grave's ringtone, "I'm gonna take this outside-" He got up and quickly left.

Your eyes glared harshly at Grave's figure leaving the room. As soon as his existence no longer lingered, You slammed your hand to the table but not hard enough to make a loud thump "THAT'S GOTTA BE SHEPHERD." "Dior-" "THAT HAS TO BE SHEPHERD." "DIOR-"

"You wanna bet me 20, Soap?" you pointed at him and he clicked his tongue, "Dior I-" "What's the matter with Shepherd?" Ghost's question made you and Soap turn to Ghost slowly. "Nothing." You said crossing your hands and leaning back, "Yeah, there's...nothing." Soap cleared his throat and tried to shrug it away. "No, I'm serious. What's the matter with Shepherd." His tone turns serious.

"Is there something that I don't know?" Ghost looks at you menacingly, "Yeah you kinda do, did you know that Soap loves you in a bromance way?" You sneered, "DIOR." "Bloody fuckin hell, I know that. He bet with Gaz about biting my ass one time, since then I always lean my back to a wall." Your jaw dropped to the ground as Soap screeched in vexation.

"Ghost, you're not allowed to slander me like that when you say CHEWSDAY instead of TUESDAY." He flipped his card making you fall into laughter, Ghost watches him with a death stare while you tried to pull yourself together, "If he was a fuckin scrounger, I think he'd say 'No this cannot be forgiven, now withdraw the compartments of your pantaloons.' HAH," You and Soap wheezed as the masked man stayed silent. "Fo What Purpose?" Soap teased on your joke.

"Soap, you read one direction x yn whenever we were off duties." Ghost shuts him up which made you laugh harder, "WHAT THE FUCK? REALLY?" Soap unclenched his jaw and looked down in shame, "His mother sold him to One Direction on a random morning then he had to eat breakfast with a messy bun." You could feel Ghost's smile behind his mask whilst you were wheezing. "Shit I can't slander you," Soap huffed "You probably had a crush on your own cousin." He blurts, "I'M NOT EVEN FROM ALABAMA."

The sound of the kitchen door sliding open made the three of you turn in unison, "Colonel Alejandro wants us to gather for a meeting 3 hours from now on. Please pack your stuff for the night mission." Rodolfo smiled at the three of you and left again. "I'm gonna shower," You hopped from your chair and waddled to exit the kitchen.

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You turned the shower off, dried yourself with your fluffy towel, and wore your long-sleeved compression shirt with black Prada Re Nylon cargo pants. You stepped outside the shower and stretched, but you were slightly distracted by the smoke detector going off, "What the fuck...?"

In the distance, you saw Rodolfo panicking and came up to you, "Dior, 'tis everything okay?" He looked up at the smoke detector that had a red blinking on and off. "I swear I don't smoke-" "It's the fog from your shower, Dior. Jesus Christ, how hot is the water you're showering with." Soap came out of his room rubbing his mohawk. "Oh, I'm sorry Rodolfo-" He chuckled it off, "It's alright, I just need to make sure there's no actual fire." He walks towards the hallway with you and Soap.

"I wonder about the mission we are executing tonight," You held your damp towel wondering, "Should be a short one, easy does it." Soap shrugged. Rodolfo smiled at you and spoke.

"I think you will like the mission, Dior. we will infiltrate a party!"

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i love this guy so much

Nah if you ain't a Gaz girlie, you're missing out big time. Like.Big.Time.

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Just ✨LOOK✨ at him!!!! 💦💦💦

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Don't mind me just MW actors holding a gun meme

I'm probably gonna make more but send this to your besties when they say something out of pocket or anything really

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ADVERTENCIAAAS: +18, obscenidad, sexo sin protección, ¿degradación?, lenguaje explicito. creampie

Nos encontrábamos en una de las spider fiestas, obligue un poco a Miguel para que viniera, pero accedió con demasiada felicidad, se veía demasiado guapo, lucía unos pantalones y una camisa color negro, color que le sienta de maravilla, usaba unos lentes oscuros que le cubrían sus ojos rojos. mientras tanto yo vestía una falda y un top negro con unas botas largas, al principio Miguel no estaba muy convencido con mi elección, sin embargo, se mantuvo mirandome un rato, de arriba abajo y dejo de discutir aceptando mi vestimenta, sin duda tiene planes para cerrar la noche.

Miguel se encuantra sentado en una silla junto a la barra conigo parada enre sus iernas, una de sus manos sostiene el vaso de whisky que pidió mientras su mano libre se encuntra sosteniendo mis caderas, mientras me muevo al ritmo de la musica en los altavoces, mi respectiva bebida sobre la barra. El resto de los spiders mpezaban a entrar en ambien y la pista comenzaba a llenarse, mi intención era ambientar a Miguel, pero nada parecía funcionar.

— Vamos Miggy — dijo mientras acariciaba mi cintura de arriba a abajo

— No tengo ganas de bailar ahora, pero ve a disfrutar mientras

— Pero quiero bailar contigo — dije mientras le bateaba las pestañas inocentemente

— en un rato más, primero quiero verte bailar — recibí una sonrisa coqueta de su parte, a pesar del tiempo que llevamos juntos cosas como estan logran sonrojarme, intente seguir insistiendo pero por más que le insiste no logré doblegarlo, fue entonces cuando vi a Alexia, una de mis amigas mas cercanas en la cede quien se acerco a nosotros.

— Ven Ali, acompañanos — dijo emocionada — Te la robaré un momento — Se dirige a Miguel, quien asiente y palmea mi cintura

— Ahorita vuelvo — me desped[i de Miguel con un beso en los labios

— Anda diviertete — podía sentir su mirada sobre mi mientras me alejaba, Alexia me guio hacia un grupo que bailaba y cantaba una canción latina, pero muy tipica en estas fiestas, pues todos se la sabían

"CANDY" de Plan b

— Le gusta a lo kinky, nasty y aunque sea fancy se ponte crakly si lo hago romantic — cantaban todos al unisono, mientras se movian al ritmo de la musica, rodeando a personas al azar quienes bailaban en el circulo, Alexia y Peter fueron algunos de los que pasaron.

Al terminar la canción, hicieron un cambio drstico de genero musical, iniciando con una bachata, eres mia de Romeo dantos,

justo en la primer estrofa, se acerco alguien para sacarme a bailar, cuando descubrí quien era, se trataba de Jacobo, otro de mis compañeros y un amigo no muy cercano, al estar en contacto visual con Miguel despues de dedicarle mi anterior baile pude apreciar el momento en que miro por encima de sus lentes, con los ojos osciuros y una mirada asesina a mi pareja de baile, dejo su vaso de whisky sobre la barra mientras se ponía de pie y caminada hacía nosotros.

Ellos siempre habían tenido un tipo de rivaliad que jamás entendí, desde antes que yo fuera parte del equipo, Jacob detuvo sus movimientos mientras Miguel me extendía su mano

— Jacobo — dijo mirandolo friamente mientras envolvia mi mano con la suya — con permiso — rodeo mi sintura y yo pose mi mano en su pecho mientras guiaba mis movimientos, direccionando mis caderas con las suyas, a decir verdad a Miguel de le da muy bien bailar, aunque no lo parezca, fue el quién me enseñó, seguimos bailando, me giro elegantemente y termine con mi espalda en su pecho mientras me seguía moviendo Contra él, para finalizar la canción me giro sobre mi propio eje, terminado cara a cara, con sus labios cerca de los míos, no pude resistir y lo bese, beso que el correspondió, nos fundimos tanto en nuestro baile, que solo los aplausos nos hicieron salir de nuestra burbuja.

Continuamos bailando un par de canciones más, después de unas horas, comenzó a sonar "Me rehuso" de Danny Ocean tome a Miguel de la mano y nos dirigi a la pista nuevamente.

Me abrazo desde atras con su boca a la altura de mi oreja, donde lo escuché cantar, yo estaba sonriendo moviéndome con el ritmo de la música con mi mano sobre su mejilla cantando también, me giro para esta cara a cara, aún con sus manos en mi cintura, junto nuestras frentes.

- Sin mirar atrás sin buscar a nadie más solo quiero estar contigo... - canto mirándome directo a los ojos

Si no te tengo aquí conmigo yo no quiero ser tu amigo

Porque tú eres mi camino, woh

Y yo solo quiero estar junto a ti

Nena, por favor entiéndelo

Solo dame tu mano y confía en mí

Si te pierdes sólo sigue mi voz

Y dale tiempo (tiempo)Mami, al tiempo (tiempo)

Que tú, que yo

— Estamos hechos para estar los dos — terminamos de cantar ahí, tomé su mano y nos dirigi a la salida, en la puerta me detuvo y deposito un beso que me dejó sin aire

— Tengo ganas de verte solo con esa falda — dijo al separarse, le tocó a él llevarme hasta el coche, pues me había dejado atontada por el beso.

Al entrar por la puerta del departamento que compartimos me recargo sobre está y me empezó a besar frenéticamente, agachándose para poder alcanzar mis labios, decidió tomarme de los muslos obligándome a enrollar mis piernas alrededor de su cintura, mi falta se subió ante el movimiento y Miguel aprovecho para acariciar mis piernas.

No supe en qué momento nos separamos de la puerta y comenzamos a movernos por el departamento terminado en la habitación, donde me depositó en la cama, no muy amablemente, dejo un beso corto en mis labios, pero antes de que se separará por completo, lo tome del cuello de la camisa y lo bese de nuevo, está vez más intensamente, mientras me encargaba de desabotonar su camisa, deslizandola por sus hombros, admirando su torso desnudo, deslizando mi mano por este, al llegar a la pretina de su pantalón me tumbó sobre el colchón y se encargó de dejar besos húmedos en mi cuello, deslizándose por mi torso, una de sus manos tomaba mi cintura mientras la otra amasaba uno de mis pechos por encima del top, sus besos llegaron al inicio de la falda, pero no hizo ningún ademán por quitarla del camino, se alejo de mi cuerpo quedando arrodillado entre mis piernas, me encontraba demasiado vestida, prácticamente como llegué, pareció pensar lo mismo que yo, se inclino nuevamente a besarme como distracción mientras extendia una mano y destrosaba mi top, dejandolo inservible

— Oye — me queje de inmediato, separandome del beso, momento que aprovechó para deslizarse hacia abajo — me gustaba mucho —

— Lo sé, te compraré otro y todos los que quieras — lo escuché decir antes de tomar mi pezón izquierdo entre sus labios, subsionandolo, amaso mi peón derecho y cuando estuvo erguido se inclinó hacia este, tomandolo entre sus dientes.

— Ahh Mig — atine a soltar ante la sensación dolorosa, pero placentera. Se alejo de mi pecho, incandose entre mis piernas, estando en su altura, metió una de sus manos entre mis piernas, tentando mi clítoris por encima de la tela, dibujando círculos sobre este.

— Tan mojada — se burló de mí, como no le bastó con el top, hizo jirones mis bragas — Ups, ahora será el conjunto completo — no tuve voluntad suficiente para quejarme. Continuo acariciando mi clítoris, hincado en medio mió, de repente sentí como abofeteaba mis tetas, provocando un escozor demasiado placentero.

— Por favor Miguel, por favor — lo escuché soltar una risita malvada, disfrutando de mis ruegos.

— Aún no preciosa — se bajo de la cama deshaciéndose de su pantalón y ropa interior, en lugar de retomar la posición anterior y darme lo que ambos necesitábamos, se arrodillo quedando por encima de mi cabeza, con la punta de su polla roja, hinchada y necesitada cerca de mis ojos.

— Abre esa linda boquita — obedecí sin objeción, alineó su punta en mi boca, introduciendo solo un poco, cuando cerré mi boca a su alrededor con la intención de profundizar, se alejo burlandose, tomando mi intención de protesta como distracción, introduciendo su polla por completo en mi cavidad, ahogándome mientras me acostumbraba, comenzó a follar mi boca, atragantandome, antes de extender su mano y jugar con mi entrepierna, con dos de sus dedos abriendo mis labios vaginales, para luego seguir tentando mi entrada con uno de sus dedos, mientras mis manos estrujaban las sábanas debajo de nosotros, hasta que dos de sus dígitos se abrieron pasos en mis paredes vaginales, haciendome soltar un gemido alrededor de la polla de Miguel, quien por la vibración gimió — Preciosa, que linda te ves con mi polla en tu boca, tragandola toda — aleja su mano de mi centro, posa una alrededor de mi cuello para sentir su longitud en mi garganta, mientras la otra pellizca mis pezones. —No no, de ninguna manera — comienza a decir cuando cierro mis piernas en busca de fricción para alcanzar mi orgasmo — te correras alrededor de mi polla solamente — se aleja de mi boca y vuelve a entre mis piernas, tomandolas para ponerlas sobre uno de sus hombros,

Me impulsó hacia delante para que se hunda de una buena vez en mi, pero se aleja.

— Miguel, Por favor, ya no puedo más —

— ¿Qué es lo que quieres muñeca? — se burla golpeando su hinchada punta en mi clitoris

— Follame, por favor —

— Como desees — susurra mientras deja un beso en mi chamorro antes de hundirse en mi — ah, tan apretada

— Oh Sr Ohara — gemi mientras arremete contra mi lento, pero profundamente, con sus manos en mi cintura, tan fuerte que seguro dejará marca.

— Eso es, ¿te correras encima de mi, eh? —gruñe — ¿dejaras que te llene? — abre mis piernas bajandolas a su cintura y escupe un fajo de saliva en nuestra unión, para frotar mi clitoris — vente para mi princesa, vamos, dejame llenarte mientras me aprietas —

—AHHH,por Dios — el orgasmo fue intenso, los músculos de mi abdomen se relajan mientras me dejo ir, mi vista se pone borrosa por las lágrimas del intenso orgasmo, Miguel continua dentro mio por un par de embestidas, antes de correrse en mi interior, procede a sacar su polla de mi núcleo, y se inclina, para limpiar los restos de ambos con sus dedos y depositar un beso en mi clitoris.

— Abre — dice antes de llevar sus dedos a mi boca, los cuales chupó con avidez ante sus ojos, cansada por la intensidad de la noche. — Buena chica — Deja un beso en mi frente mientras se viste con unos pantalones chandal —

— Me debes un conjunto eh, no se me olvida —lo recrimine con la voz apagada, a lo que suelta una risita

—Lo sé amor — acaricia mi cabeza despegando los mechones que se quedaron ahí por el sudo — ahora vuelvo iré a prepararnos un baño — me cobija con un camisa antes de adentrarse en el baño.

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