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Just Us Here – Dani Rojas x F!Reader

Summary: No one ever talks about how being a guerrilla can also be dreadfully boring.

So, one afternoon you and your favorite guerrilla escape to a lookout bunker and decide to play your classic favorite game (you know the one: in how many public places around Yara can you two get away with a good, quick fuck?). To your frustration, and then to your delight, she's brought along a surprise.

Notes: Here's the deal: There is no plot here. The plot is Dani Rojas straps you silly during a not-so-quickie in a semi-private place.

Also, apologies in advance for the veritable air-drop into this depraved scene…it was supposed to be a short headcanon that clearly got out of hand. Oh yeah and like,, general apologies since this is my first longer-form smut lmao.

Finally – special, special thanks to @its-deputy-caleb and @aexelle for reading, kind words, and great feedback. 💕

Content notes: Explicit so minors SCRAM. Also semi-public sex, strap-on use, hair pulling, nipple play. Um, and lack of plot.

Words: 1877

On AO3.

It began innocently enough, as a game you two had created during the long hours standing watch.

Well – no, it hadn't begun innocently at all, but what had started out playfully soon became a foolhardy pastime neither of you had the slightest intention of stopping.

The game is simple.

Which is how you find yourself here, in a recently-cleared FND bunker, straddling Dani Rojas on the only weathered metal folding chair in the place, head thrown back, hands lost in her sweaty hair, riding for dear life.

"Eso, mamita," she murmurs, guiding your rolling hips and driving her cherished emerald green strap into you at a steady yet deliberate pace, hypnotizing rhythm between your legs threatening to send you into orbit embarrassingly quickly. That Dani's smooth, sweet voice brushing against your ear never fails to make you ache with want isn’t helping in the slightest.

The squeak of the stout metal chair cuts through the soft wet sounds of you riding the strap. The slap of your bare, flushed skin rings out inside the bunker, and probably outside of it, too. Your ragged gasps hang in the air, interspersed with Dani's occasional groans as the domino etched on her hand disappears under your thighs and ass to lift and better support you. Just outside and down the hill, a rumbling truck ambles by on the service road, reminding you where the fuck you are.

Though that particular emerald green strap (sinfully girthy; silicone; long enough to torment you in whatever position Dani feels like that day) is your favorite too, she's never had the gall to bring it with her out into the field – fully on and ready, no less – so you'd nearly ripped her a new one when she backed you up to the bunker wall.

"You can't be carrying around distractions all day. You could get hurt, Dani," you'd hissed.

Dani had simply sighed. "Ay, mami, how do I say this?" she began, stopping to run a hand through her hair and cup your warm cheek, thumb unconsciously stroking your cheekbone. "If we're working together, then I don't need to put on a strap to be carrying around a distraction all day." She wiggled her eyebrows knowingly, and you fought back a smile as your stomach did a small flip.

You hadn't pressed the issue, both because you adored the idea that you were distraction enough for the lethal guerrilla, and because the supple head of Dani's strap coming to rest on your exposed thigh promptly short-circuited your brain. She hadn't let you think twice before summarily disposing of your jeans, underwear, and top to boot, leaving them splayed across the dingy floor of the bunker in a heady race to pin you exactly where she wanted you. It was exactly where you wanted, too, considering how unbearably good she looked, inked-up arms straining out of her torn tank, thick strap swinging out of the fly of her pants. So that's why they were so baggy today.

Now, that same strap is stretching you out, Dani filling you up completely in the way you so often crave, gradually teasing the sensual depths of your heat with especial cruelty. You hold Dani's glowing face with both hands, running a thumb along your favorite scar on her eyebrow, as she in turn holds your gaze with luminous eyes and fucks you, her need growing in tandem with yours. Somewhere, in the recesses of your mind, you figure she must have chosen the color to match her gorgeous eyes, before a deliciously deep thrust brings you back.

"Fuck," you whimper, closing your eyes and letting your forehead fall against hers as you continue grinding on top of her.

As is always the case during this game, you want to lose yourself wholly to Dani's whims, but you force yourself to stay grounded enough to glance out of the bunker's small opening for passersby. You don’t see anyone. Just outside the shelter, thin dark palm shadows dance about the lower foliage, itself fluttering in the bright sun. A wary dragonfly pauses, suspended mid-flight, then flits away. You become dimly aware of the stream trickling some feet away, and the dry rustle of old discarded documents flapping in the warm breeze.

Picking up on your preoccupation, Dani shoots you a breathless grin through her own escalating arousal. Supporting your waist now with just one arm, she takes a messy fistful of your hair and carefully pulls your head back until you're arching your neck and looking up at the low concrete ceiling. Oh. The gesture, and the vulnerability of your new position, sends shockwaves down the back of your neck through to your throbbing core. You let out a weak sigh and watch the ceiling approach and recede as you slide on Dani’s strap, relishing her near-absolute control of your body and the roughness of her grasp.

Then the arm around your waist pulls you in closer, angling you so Dani can now directly pound into your sweet spot, all teasing unequivocally out the bunker window. You’ve barely completed one sharp intake of breath before another replaces it – still holding your head back firmly, Dani takes the tender flesh of your right nipple between her teeth, at once suckling gently and increasing the intoxicating pace she’d set earlier. You gasp, hands falling to Dani's shoulders for support, nails raking the defined muscles rippling through her soaked tank, making her hum with delight. You can feel the slick warmth of her tongue trace salacious circles on your skin, can feel every inch of the strap as it plumbs your depths, sliding almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt.

"Ay, Dani," you whine to the ceiling, successfully driven past the point of caring about anyone or anything outside the bunker. Your hand finds the back of her head, caresses the damp hair as you revel in the sensation of her teeth pulling gently on your sensitive nipples in between rough sucks and wide licks.

“That’s a good girl. It’s just us here, mi amor,” she mumbles around your turgid flesh still caught between her lips, tightening her punishing grip on your hair. At her praise, another jolt of searing heat burns through you, eclipsing the burning in your legs. All you can do is repeat her name to the room as she continues mercilessly rutting into you, marking up your breasts, until the pleasure courses through your limbs like liquid fire. Of their own volition, your thighs tighten around her waist, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure between your legs. Though you can't look down, you can feel yourself dripping onto her lap.

Guiding your head by the hair still in her relentless grip, Dani brings your mouth back down to hers so she can drink in your free-flowing moans as she fucks you fast and hard, knowing from your tightening clutch on her worn shirt that this particular tempo is going to bring you to your bliss.

She knows you well. Your eyes flutter, then close as your mouth opens. You gasp into her breaths fluttering across your lips, grateful to have her close again as the room spirals around you. You feel your walls wrap themselves around the thick strap, and you roll faster, deeper, into Dani’s furiously working hips.

“Así, mamita, I got you,” Dani pants against your parted mouth, softly but herself clearly close to her own peak. She pulls you closer, just in time, because you cry out, legs seizing her waist, now clenching fistfuls of her hair with both hands as the first waves of your orgasm rock you. Your cunt spasms around her, and Dani maintains her pace through the pain in her scalp, grunting in ruthless pursuit of her own release. “Coño. Shit.”

“Oh my god, Dani – así, así,” you sob into her lush lips, before they sweep yours into a blazing kiss. You tremble as your entire world is reduced to the length of the strap deep inside you, plowing you now with short, forceful thrusts, thick head bullying further into you as you pulsate around it. You want the pleasure of such out-and-out, deep-down, toes-curling fucking to never ever end, and at the same time you’re not sure you can possibly hang on another moment. Mercifully, your wave breaks, languid warmth flooding you as you come, moaning in Dani's mouth.

“Mierda,” Dani growls in response to your wanton sounds, hips rolling a fraction more slowly to lock into her own imminent release. She rides her own high as you manage to hold on, one arm now thrown around her shoulders and the other running through her hair again in pure post-fuck adoration.

In your sex-addled state you admire Dani, her own head thrown back now, small braid in her hair swinging as she rides the base of the strap still destroying you through the ebbing of your peak. Another moan escapes you, the rhythm and her conviction rekindling the fire you thought you’d just finished swallowing whole. The urgency of her arousal, electrifying and palpable as she continues to thrust into you, is enough to bring you to a second, sweeter crest with her. She groans, eyes squeezing shut, suddenly yanking your hair back again as she comes with a snarl. You cry out, second orgasm positively heightened by the motion of your head whipping back at her whim.

Chest heaving, brow dripping, Dani tenderly releases your hair to cradle and massage the back of your head as you lean back and drift in her arms. If you had managed to keep your eyes open, you would have caught her green eyes gazing at you with an almost pained reverence. You don’t realize you’re still grinding lazy, infinitesimal circles on her strap, chasing the recent memory of the all-consuming pleasure in your heat, and you barely register the soft slick of the strap sliding out of you, until it releases with a small wet sound. You whine, already missing the sensation.

Again, a stray thought materializes in the back of your mind – in the frightfully small space not consumed with the perpetual carnal urge to ride your guerrilla until the wheels fall off – you positively marvel at Dani’s stamina.

Dani hums, content. “So, beat-up old squeaky bunker, huh? Check?” she smirks, wiping you down carefully, but you're still floating down from the clouds of your bliss.

“How…” you begin when you can finally speak, still breathless, cunt still twitching steadily. Your eyes flutter open, hazy and sated, and meet hers.

“Hmm?” Dani asks, absentmindedly caressing your cheek once more.

“How do you make that seem so easy?” you ask, placing an unsteady hand flat on her chest, toying with the neckline of her tank, unable to stop replaying the memory of her toned hips sustaining their dizzying tempo through her own orgasm.

Dani laughs, the sound renewing the flood of warmth between your bruised thighs. You smile, make a decision then and there.

“Coño, you think I lug around three rifles and a pistol every day just to help free Yara?” Dani winks, giving your sore hips a commanding squeeze.

It's your turn to laugh. “Let’s do some training then, guerrilla,” you say, pulling her in again.

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