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The SAS's Finest | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: SAS! Male Reader X Rudy where Male render manages to fluster him when they meet for the first time

"I don't bite"

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summary: the SAS come to help train the Los Vaqueros, and although he's doing his best, Rodolfo can't help but to be captivated by the Captain.

tws: swearing

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Alejandro had asked for the SAS to come along and to help the Los Vaqueros with some training, which was nothing new, as there was one group in particular that he always brought over when and where he could, after years of building a rapport with them; the group in question, E Squadron, had known him for years, but the mantle of Captain had recently passed along, and he was keen to meet who they had brought in.

He was waiting with Rodolfo at his side as he greeted the mountain troops, friendly and warm each time, until the last and highest ranking soldier got off of the carrier; Alejandro smiled at you, nearly grinning, but to his left, Rodolfo was absolutely breathless. You were more than handsome, and the way that you smiled at him made him swallow thickly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his heart thundering.

"Mornin'," you grinned, shaking Alejandro's hand. "Captain (y/l/n)."

"Colonel Vargas," Alejandro looked you up and down as he nodded with approval. "This is Sergeant Major Parra - my second in command."

"A pleasure," you shook his hand, but you didn't immediately let go, and neither did he. "Heard you boys needed some help with new recruits."

"Yeah," Rodolfo breathed out, eyes widening as he licked his lips. "We could use a little help."

"Good thing I'm here then, innit?" You couldn't stop yourself from looking him up and down as you smiled, licking your lips and allowing your gaze to linger on his mouth for just a little while.

It was Alejandro who pulled you back to reality as he cleared his throat. "You'll be with Sergeant Major Parra for today, if that's okay?"

You bit at the inside of your lip as you nodded. "More than."

"Rudy?"

"Yeah," Rodolfo nodded, but didn't take his eyes from you. "No hay problema, Alejandro."

"Good," Alejandro shook your hand once more. "Welcome to Las Almas, Sir."

"Thank you, Ale," you cleared your throat, turning to Rodolfo. "Well... they didn't tell me the man I'd be working with would be as handsome as you."

He hung his head a little, chewing at the inside of his lip as he forced himself to bite back the smile that threatened to come across his lips. "Captain, please - no me molestes."

You put your arm around his shoulders, able to feel him tense up for a second before he leaned into your touch. "What's the matter, Sergeant Major? You never had an SAS officer flirt with you before?"

"Uh, no..." he admitted quietly, shaking his head. Fuck, they just had to send the most handsome, the most charming man that they had, didn't they?

He was beyond flustered, beyond flattered. Sure, many people had flirted with him and attempted to charm him throughout his life, but you... you just took his breath away. You made his heart ache with your smile, made his hands shake with your laugh, and the sincerity in your words made a shiver crawl up his spine. He had never been so awestruck and breathless.

"Shame," you told him, daring to take his chin between your forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look at you as you smiled, running your thumb across his bottom lip gently. "Handsome guy like you, would've thought that you'd be drowning in it."

Rodolfo cleared his throat, stumbling a little when you pulled away and silently wishing that you would keep your thumb on his bottom lip. His breath hitched, and he felt a little dizzy, palms sweaty. "Well, I, uhm... uh... ah..."

"You're so cute when you're all flustered and worked up," you told him with a beaming grin, daring to gently run a hand through his hair before you took a few steps forward. "You gonna come with? Or do I have to find out where everything is myself?"

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rodolfo jogged so that he could catch up with you, a lump forming in the back of his throat when you linked your arm with his; the SAS certainly did send their finest, he couldn't deny that in the slightest. But as he showed you around, told you where everything was, he couldn't miss what you were doing.

Showering him in compliments. Gazing at his mouth. Leaning into him. It was all almost too much for him to handle, as even though Rodolfo had gotten his fair share of attention when it come to romance, he had never encountered someone like you; you were so bold and brazen, so outward and obvious, not even trying to be subtle.

And fuck, it was hot.

When he showed you to the locker rooms, pointing out where the showers and the changing facilities were - both communal and private - he didn't ignore the way you looked at him.

"It's... really private," Rodolfo admitted, taking a seat between one set of lockers as he swallowed thickly. You were the finest SAS officer he had ever laid eyes on, and although he tried to hide how flattered and utterly charmed by you, he couldn't.

"Oh, I bet," you sat opposite him, and he could have sworn that the way you spread your legs was fucking purposeful. "I don't reckon anyone could hear what goes on, y'know, when the shower's running and it's all hot and steamy."

Rodolfo swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck as he took in a harsh breath, staring at you for a moment as he felt his heart rate start to pick up, his hands getting sweaty and starting to shake, his eyes wide and his mouth dry. Fuck, you were too much for him.

He was enamoured by you, but that didn't stop him from feeling like you had a knife to his throat; he wished you would hurry up and slash it. He was at your mercy, and if he was honest, he didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Why don't you come over here?" You asked with a teasing smile. "I don't bite, y'know - well, maybe if you ask me nicely."

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