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muneca-lemon-steppa · 5 months

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Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: Aggressive and Possessive Santi, language, allusions to creepy older men, bad Spanish because I’m a no sabo

A/N: Hello angels!!! I know that this isn’t my typical bread and butter but… this is my guilty pleasure and I had soooooo much fun writing this. A couple of housekeeping measures… I am a no sabo kid. To my non Latinx friends that means that while I am Latinx, and did speak Spanish as a primary language for the first 5 years, I was moved to another part of the country and lost my ability to speak Spanish. So I’m trying to learn it again. It’s hard. For my Spanish speaking sisters and brothers, give me so grace, because I am trying. Secondly, I think I have two more 100 follower Drabbles, and then we can finish Interviews for New Beginnings and the other requests I got! Love you all so much my darlings!! Have a wonderful dayyyyy - Mo 💕

Summer nights in Florida were always far too hot. It was the price of living in paradise. The heat of the afternoon's sun baked into the pavement and stucco walls now radiated back onto your thinly covered body. The surrounding water made the air far too wet, and immediately upon going into the outside air did you feel the thin film of sweat and honeyed air cling to your face, arms and legs. Summer nights were brutal in heaven.

But you would never leave it. Not for a million dollars. And neither would your Delta Force boys.

It was on these brutal nights where you tried to beat the heat and the stickiness by going out to the dive bars in Ybor City, the smaller and rowdier younger sister of Tampa. The crowds were easy to get lost in, and the music was thumping no matter where you stood; which was just the medicine you and your friends needed on a night like this.

In the back corner of such a bar, you were squished between Frankie and Santi, trying to fit in the massive and unruly Ben and Will to this too small table. "Whats good boys!? And baby girl, looking beautiful as always." Ben laughed out with a toothy grin. He was always all too happy to be with you all. And if a night out also involved a couple drinks, he was more in paradise than usual.

You laughed mirthlessly at his flirtatious jokes. He always threw one your way whenever he got the chance. You only wished that Pope would do the same.

Though you met the rest of the boys when you joined the Delta Force, you had actually known Santi since middle school. Your mom moved you both to the apartment next to his back in the 6th grade. When the creepy older men were harassing you on the way down to the school bus, Santi stepped in. And from that day on you never walked to the bus, or rode the bus alone. He kept the creeps and bullies away. You helped him with his math homework. Perfect partners. Best friends. A perfect pair. And God how you were in love with him.

You both had had your flings and boyfriends and girlfriends. But they all came and went. You were there and he was there when it eventually went to out the window. Some times you wondered if maybe he felt the same ache in his chest as you. But you pushed it to the side. He never saw you that way. He never would. You were best friends. A sister to him. It would never be more. And it never bothered you until recently. Maybe it was because you were getting older. Maybe it was because your girlfriends were having babies and in serious and solid relationships. Yet you were still here. Drinking barely cool enough beer with the Delta Force ding bats. You loved them. You loved them more than life and would and have put your life on the line for them. But you were getting older. You wanted to be seen as a woman. Not just another teammate.

Santi smirked and ruffled your head like a child, messing up the hair you had corralled into a pony tail, "Chiqitita muñeca is pissy tonight. Heat is getting too much for her."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. Frankie looked up from his ever present hat, "Pissed because she is stuck next to you and you won't let her up. Querida vamos. Let's get you another drink. This white boy at the bar has been giving you eyes all night and I wanna put him out of his misery."

Benny and Will whooped and laughed and your eyes widened, "Fish stop no he's not."

Frankie stood up, stretching out his long limbs and shaking his head, "He is. C'mon you haven't been putting yourself out there and it's dumb."

Frankie was right. You hadn't. In the past 3 years you hadn't even gone on a date because you were hoping, HOPING, that Santi would maybe make a move. That he would do something. But he hadn't. And you were tired of waiting. Frankie pulled you by the hand out of the booth and out of Santi's orbit. You smoothed out your cotton sundress, turning to the rest of the boys in the booth you hold yourself out to be appraised, "Yay or nay? Do I look gross?"

Will gave a thumbs up while Beni gave theatrical worshipping bows, "Hot sexy hot sexy hot sexy. Go get em tiger."

You noticed that Pope hadn't said anything, you turned to him waiting, "Pope??"

Eyes stern and cold he didn't even look up from his beer, "Why do you need my approval?"

You stomach dropped, and your face crumpled. Frankie rolled his eyes, "Coño la madre, don't listen to Pope you know how he gets when he's PMSing. You look nice. C'mon white boy is waiting. "

White boy was indeed waiting for you. His name was Connor. Clean cut. Not a Florida native which you clocked before you even made it up there. Worked in financing in downtown. Loved the Florida lifestyle but was still getting used to it. Super polite. Cute. And wanted to get to know you and buy you drinks and call you pretty. Soon any insecurity you had about Pope was miles away.

Frankie was pleased with himself, and brought back a round of beers to the table. Will and Benny were snickering in their seats, and Santi... well... Santi was fuming.

"What the fuck was that Fish?"

Smirking, he took a sip of his drink, "Que paso? No te queires chiqitita si?"

"Cabron, tu sabes quiero ella."

Benny cut in, "Hey hey hey. Don't let the gringos out man! Pope why are you getting pissed off? Nothing happened?"

Will spoke up, "He's pissed because Frankie basically delivered Chiqi to khakis boy over there."

Benny shrugged, "And??"

Will turned to him, looking as if Benny had grown another head, "And... Pope has been in love with Chiqi this entire time?? And Frankie knows that?? Benny did you get too many punches to the head or something?"

Benny’s eyes widen. The pieces fitting together. Will rolled his eyes, but Santi couldn’t care less. He was enraged with Fish. And Fish didn’t even care!! Fish knew that Santi had been in love with you for years. That he wanted you more than anything or anyone. That he had purposefully cut in on past relationships to keep you to himself. That he had building the courage to finally ask you to be his and only his. And yes here comes Fish. Delivering you to some… to some guy at a bar?

Frankie finished his beer and looked into his best friend’s eyes, “Hermano… I love you man. But you’re being a little bitch. No in fact you’ve been a bitch. Chiqi has been free and available for three years and you’ve done nothing about it. She’s clearly head over heels for you and you have been tiptoeing around it for no reason. You’re stupid. Chiqi deserves more. And if you’re angry about it you can go fix it.”

Frankie held his arm opened, lighting the way to you. He saw you laughing, your smile bright, things that he wanted to reserve for him and him alone. The things he had said were for him. The moment he saw Khaki’s hand brush up on your thigh, he saw red. He downed the rest of the beer that Frankie had gotten for him, and pushed his way out of the booth. The whoops and laughs from his brothers faded into the buzz behind him as he made his way to you.

“So… if it’s alright with you, I’d really like to take you out to dinner. Maybe next week?”

Connor was cute you thought. Not the same breathtaking handsomeness that Santi had, but Connor looked sweet. He looked honest. He would do for a boyfriend. You smiled, about to accept and give him your number, when Santi shoves himself in between you and Connor. “Oye Chiqi. Come dance.”

Connor gets up to look at you, “Hey man she’s with me relax.”

Santi turned around, “She’s not actually she came with me.”

You pushed Santi’a shoulder, “What the hell bro? Connor I’m sorry. This is Santi, we grew up together and he’s stupid protective and drunk. Santi can you please go back with Frankie I’m talking to someone.”

Without looking away from Connor Santi answers, “mm not drunk. I’m just making clear what’s mine.”

Connor looks at you and then Santi. Before he sheepishly smiles, “It was nice meeting you. I hope you guys figure things out.”

Connor walks away and you feel the rage building inside you, as Santi triumphantly turns back to you. You shove Santi’s shoulder, barely moving him, “You’re such a fucking asshole Pope. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dance with me.”

“I’m not fucking dancing with you.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls you to the dance floor despite your protests, your skin burning in shock and anger where his hand clutches your wrist. You make it to the center, him hungrily grasping at your waist. You’re pissed off but also so confused at this change in temperature. Santi won’t stop looking at you. Those dark lashes attempting to hypnotize you back into his orbit. He brings his mouth to your ear, “When’s the last time you danced with me Chiqi?”

You scoffed, but brought your arms to wrap around his neck as he tugged you closer, chest to chest, “Senior prom. After Michael Vazquez left me for Torrence Sheltzer. And I stepped on your toes all night.”

He laughed, “Michael was such an idiot.”

You stay like that. The bass coursing through your body, right in time with the pounding of your heart against Santi’s chest. He was always a good dancer. Too good of a dancer, it was almost obscene the way he had you moving against him. You don’t know how long you had been spinning, and you had to rest your head on his shoulder because of how light headed you became.

“You shouldn’t have done that Pope. He was nice.”

“He was a wimp. Wouldn’t be able to take care of you.”

“What you’re going to chase away any man who comes up to me? I’m tired of being alone.”

“You’re not alone. You have me.”

“You know what I mean.”

He pulled your face off his shoulder to make you look in his eyes, “I do know. And i know what I said. You have me. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

You feel tears in your eyes. Either from the smoke, the alcohol, or the embarrassment, “Santi stop being stupid. You’re being mean. You know I love you and you’re making fun of me.”

He presses his dry lips to the tear that escapes your eye, then puts his forehead to yours, “I’m not Chiqi. I’m not. Chiqi I’ve loved you since the 8th grade. I’ve hated every one of your little boyfriends and I’ve coveted you for years. I’m not joking.”

“Then why haven’t you said anything? Why didn’t you come get me when I was right here?”

The tears fall more now. And he keep kissing your cheeks to remove them, “Because I’m an asshole. I’m a fucking asshole who was too afraid of you saying no. Too afraid of when you left. I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t take it anymore Chiqi. I can’t take another boyfriend. I’m selfish. I’m a selfish asshole. I want you for myself. I want you to yell at me and call me stupid as long as it means you never leave my place and you never leave my side. Cmon Chiqi…. Let me call you mine.”

You stared at him. He was telling the truth. He was being raw and real and you knew that this wasn’t some act. This was Santi in his rawest form. He wanted you. You brought your hand around to squeeze his cheeks together, “I want you to take me on a date. A real one. Not the bar or the bowling alley with the boys. I want dinner that you pay for. And flowers. And for you to wear a real shirt.”

He shakes your hand off and smiles, “Tomorrow night. I take you to The Colombia. I pick you up. With roses.”

“Do I get to order flan?”

He smiles even wider, “Only if you let me feed it to you like those stupid romance books you read.”

You shove him and he laughs and pulls you closer, “Kiss me and seal the deal Chiqitita. C’mon don’t be mad. Kiss me and tell me you’re mine.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, making him work for your kiss. You finally relent, pulling him in for the best kiss ever. The best kiss of your life. Until tomorrow’s

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sweetly-yours-and-mine · 1 year

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Could I request a little ‘A got roped into a blind date by their friends. They don't want a new relationship and plan to make themselves as unlikeable as possible to dissuade any further possible setups. All of that goes through the window when they see how gorgeous B is.’ with Santi as person A

(if you get this twice I’m sorry I can’t remember if I sent this irl or not because I saw the post when I was hazy and delusional at 2 AM)

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 912

A/N: Just opened up my askbox for some requests! First time writing for Santi, very very excited about this one! (And don't worry ab requesting twice, hun! It was a very inspiring prompt)

Warnings: fluff, santi thinks he's unlovable, a bit angsty ig?, frankie morales is a good bro, poorly edited (author has BDE)

Santiago really didn’t do the whole dating thing.

The flowers and the small-talk and the footsies over cheese-stuffed appetisers.

He had a long-term relationship with running away, that strange, filtered aeroplane air making him feel closer to home than any of his mother’s cooking could ever hope to do.

Better put, he wasn’t relationship material.

It wasn’t a deliberate choice from his end.

It sort of just…happened.

Life had morphed Santiago into the jagged, crooked, ugly thing that he was now.

In all of his attempts (three) at the real thing, all his tries at the dart board called love, it usually always ended in the same fashion. He’d take her to meet his friends, she’d realise sooner than later that she’d drawn the losing hand out of the four of them, and it was downhill from there.

One of them had been kind enough even to enlighten him to exactly what he lacked.

You just need to be more…Frankie, Santi.

Though it hurt, it was good to get out in the open like that. The plain, mumpy truth, in all its glory:

Santiago wasn’t relationship material because of the amount of ‘Frankie-ness’ that was lacking in his blood and DNA, because he was the losing hand, the cracked skipping stone in the middle of a torrential river on the way to the safety of land and love, true love.

And so, in what would be considered a sociologist’s dream case study, Santiago did what he did best, self-fulfilled then self-destructed.

He was the intermediary for girls before they managed to find their Frankie, Benny, Will.

It was a tough truth to chew, left a bitter taste in his mouth, that he’d only been created for people to recognize their self-worth and move on. There was a disagreeable insinuation behind it, if he thought about it too long.

Which was precisely why he didn’t.

And he ran away instead when things got too hard, too painful. Like a thumbtack in the heel of his foot.

But Frankie on the other hand, Frankie thought about it long and hard. Too hard and too long, no matter how often Santiago told him to quit it.

From his seat behind the driver’s wheel, Frankie was able to watch everything with a keen, honed eye, his two ears moving back and forth like a great-horned owl’s.

And nothing was able to go past Frankie’s eyes without him picking it up and giving it a thorough inspection.

Which is why Frankie's been adamant about it. A real pain in the ass.

Santiago was the bachelor of the group now. The only single one left.

And Frankie was set on changing that.

No matter how much Santiago protested.

Will and Benny gave in to Santiago’s reality with a simple nod, the former’s eyes sad and sombre, the latter’s teasing a little light-hearted and half-hearted.

But Frankie and him had the strongest bond he’s ever experienced. Saving a guy’s life a couple times does that to you.

Santiago knows, if anything, that whatever happens in this god-forsaken world, that Frankie will always be his rock, the one constant in a world of possibilities and probabilities.

But it also meant that Frankie had some sort of gall that the others didn’t.

And tonight, he meant to put an end to it, swiftly and surely.

The sibling of a friend of a cousin.

That still doesn’t mean Santiago wants to be here.

Detached enough from them that if it all went to shit, the ripples would be minimal. Attached enough to them to make the small talk a little less small-talkey.

“You’re frowning.”

“That’s because I’m mad, pendejo,” he grumbles back at the baseball cap.

Frankie huffs and though he can’t see it, he hears the eye-roll.

He feels like a petulant child, like he’s being babysat to make sure he won’t act out.

Which is what he is precisely planning to do.

He’ll take care of it quickly. Despite his cynical, eighty-year-old with three cats schmick he’s settling into nicely, he still has a bit of heart. And whoever the poor person was that had been roped into this will be roped out just as quickly. No harm done and Santiago’s Frankie problem fixed once and for all.

With another huff, Frankie leans back in his seat and fixes him with beady eyes, “At least, try to be a little agreeable.”

He only grumbles in response.

It’s a white-and-red chequered tablecloth kind of place. Corny, romantic, candle-lit.

Santiago was hoping he’d never have to set foot in such a place again.

The door jingles open.

Show-time.

Frankie sends him another one of his glares, and Santiago sends it straight back, letting it settle on his face, deep into the grooves of it.

There’s rolls and rolls of nervousness fading off of you.

But you look nice-

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

The air’s been swamped out of his lungs.

This wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan. This weird, fluttering thing that’s been going on his body since he laid eyes on you.

Santiago’s vaguely aware that you’re talking with Frankie, thanking him for arranging it all.

And there’s a lull in the murmurs.

He hastily gathers himself up, the angry little press of lines on his forehead all but gone.

He scrambles for the flowers Frankie made him buy you and holds them out, swallowing thickly, “Hi, I’m Santi.”

He hopes that this’ll make for a hell of a first-date story.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 23- Orgasm Denial

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), edging, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, established relationship, overstim

Notes- I... did not write this one with my brain if you get my drift lol! This one made me all hot and bothered so hopefully it does the same for y’all!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Does that feel good, baby?” Santiago purred in your ear.

“Mmm… Yes…”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good it really felt. Santiago thrust his fingers into you over and over again in a fast and harsh pace, and every time he buried them completely in you it felt like your soul might leave your body. He knew your body intimately, and he knew exactly where to hit to make you see stars.

But that also meant he could take it away from you at a moment’s notice.

“Oh fuck… Santi… You’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out as you clutched the sheets and threw your head back. Heat built in your body as your skin tingled from your quickly approaching climax.

Santi smirked, “Not yet, baby.”

Just as you clenched your inner muscles around his fingers and were about to tip over the edge, Santi pulled out of you completely and left you hanging. You let out a pitiful whimper at the loss and you bucked your hips up to try and chase your climax. The fire that had built up within you quickly faded as Santi just looked at you with a dark grin on his face.

“Santi…” you pouted.

He couldn’t deny how much the look on your face got to him, and his cock twitched as you begged for him, “You look so pretty like this, baby,” he cooed in a low tone as he caressed your face.

You whimpered but leaned your face into his touch. Your breaths were deep and ragged as your heart race came back down to normal. As Santi dragged his thumb across your cheek tenderly, he moved his fingers towards your lips. Without a word, he coaxed your mouth open and he shoved the fingers that were just inside you inside.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers.

You hummed around him as you worked his fingers the same way you would his cock. In your mind, you hoped that the action would earn your orgasm and Santi would let you cum. And at that moment, you would do anything to cum.

Santi pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and your lips popped around the tips as he did so. You rested yourself back down on the mattress and spread your legs obediently, ready for him to fuck you with his fingers again. Instead, however, Santi reeled his hand back and slapped your pussy hard.

“Fuck!” you screamed as he slapped your pussy again, “Santi…”

He growled as he slapped your pussy in a steady rhythm, and when he felt your wetness under his palm, he almost lost his composure. But, he wanted to play with you just a little bit longer and savor the look in your face when he denied your orgasm once again. So, he kept his gaze focused on your cunt as he slapped you several more times until your cries changed pitch.

Again, just as you were about to hit your peak, Santi pulled away and completely stopped slapping your pussy. You cried out in frustration and tried to snap your legs together to try and rub your thighs and give you that much needed release. But Santi was quick to react and he grabbed onto your thighs and kept your legs parted.

“Uh uh, baby,” he tisked, “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he groaned, “Let me see how fucking pretty that pussy looks when it wants me so fucking badly.”

“Santi…” you panted as tears filled your eyes, “Please…”

Santi let out a low groan and dove into your exposed cunt in a flash. You screamed as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit with expert precision. You arched your back as your body felt like it was on fire from how he devoured you, and as much as you tried to move your legs, Santi kept a firm grip on them to keep you open.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

He growled into you as he savored your taste and slurped loudly. Your pussy had never been wetter, and he made a note to tease you like this more often. Santi swirled his tongue along your folds as he felt your body tense under his grip, and for a moment he almost decided to let you cum then. But, after all this buildup, he wanted to watch as you fell apart, so just as you were about to hit your climax, he gathered all his willpower and broke away from your delicious pussy.

“Santi!” you screamed as tears of frustration fell from your eyes, “Please Santi… I can’t take this anymore. Please let me cum!”

“Shit baby,” he looked down at you from his position on his knees, his chin glistening from your juices. Santi leaned forward and positioned his cock at your entrance as he cradled your face, “Alright baby,” his voice was softer, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. You earned this.”

“Santi…” you breathed as you blinked your eyes open and met his gaze. The look of adoration on his face took your breath away and made your heart skip a beat.

Just as you were about to say something, Santi pushed himself into you, and every thought was instantly gone from your mind. Your mouth dropped open to let out the moans and cries as your head flew back down onto the bed.

You were so wet from all the edges he gave you, and Santi slid into you easily. He groaned your name as he covered you with his body and quickly started pounding into you in a fast and steady rhythm. He fought to keep his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a moment or a microexpression from your body.

“Fuck… Santi… I’m…” you clung to his shoulders as he thrust into you over and over again and all you could do was lay there and take it. But that was exactly what you wanted.

“Cum for me baby,” he purred, “Show me how fucking pretty my girl is.”

With a loud scream, you arched your head back and your entire body trembled as you were finally granted the release you craved for what felt like forever. You clenched your entire body around Santi as he pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You felt like you could float away if it wasn’t for his weight on top of you, and you had never come that hard in your life.

And Santi couldn’t get enough of the sight. The way your face twisted in pleasure, the way you clung to him, the way you screamed his name… it was all perfection to Santi. He almost didn’t realize his own orgasm snuck up on him as he kept his eyes trained on your figure. But after a few more thrusts, Santi was taken over by his climax and he spilled himself into you with a groan of your name on his lips.

He kept up his pace for as long as he could, and once he had no more left to give, Santi collapsed down on top of you with a huff. You immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him, determined to keep him pinned against your body. For several moments neither of you said anything, both too exhausted and out of breath for any words.

It was Santi who broke the silence first, “You alright, baby?” he asked in a soft voice as he pushed himself to his elbows to check on you.

“So good,” you replied with a smile as you opened your eyes to meet his, “But that was mean, Santi,” you chastised him playfully.

Santi chuckled, “I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. You looked so fucking hot.”

You huffed with a grin, “That was hot,” you agreed, “But now I’m wiped out.”

“Me too,” Santi dropped down and rested his head on you, “I’m good to just lay here for a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” you kissed the side of his face as you savored the warmth and comfort of Santi’s body on top of yours.

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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Hiiiii!!! So happy to see you’re asks are open! I was wondering if I could get some smut with my boi Santi 🧢 , maybe it’s him and readers first time together and reader is inexperienced and nervous (maybe virgin, maybe not, whatever you wanna do) and santi got a bit of a corruption kink 👀👀 shows her how to suck dick and take him like a good girl, all the while giving lots of praise and body worship to make her comfortable, and of course some he takes care of her r e a l good, giving her multiple orgasms and after care? Feat. Santiago’s dirty mouth

Have a lovely day ily

WELP! What started off as a quick Kinktober drabble ended up into a slutty ass one shot that I had a blast making. I hope you enjoy reading this!!!!!! Love you and thank you for this ask because this might be one of my favorite things I have ever written!

The Assistant

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F! Reader

Summary: After getting a cushy job in state government, Santiago wants to turn over a new leaf. But when you, a young office assistant, show up in short sundresses with his favorite coffee, it's hard to stay on task.

Words: 5K

Content: *deep breath* explicit smut, age gap, dry humping, sundress kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, praise kink, public fooling around, thumb sucking, drinking, fingering, oral sex (m and f), rough sex (p in v), condom creampie, aftercare

All he wanted was to keep his head down.

After working in Columbia, in the tornado of chaos and trauma, after losing Tom. He had to come back to the states and make things right for himself.

That meant no more bloodshed, no more secret missions, no more men lost. When the state capitol offered Santiago a job as a military adviser where all he’d have to do is push paper and teach a bunch of hungover but hungry post grads, he’d had no choice but to say yes.

Great benefits, his family no longer lost sleep at night and he was fine.

And then he met you.

“Hi Santi.”

The clear bell of your sweet voice cracked his heart and ached his cock and he hated it. He hated how beautiful your smile was. He hated the tightness of your just work appropriate sundresses. He hated the ribbon you tied in your hair and how badly he wanted to see it intertwined between his fingers when he pulled on it pounding you from behind.

He hated that you knew just how well to make his coffee.

“How is it?” You tilted your head.

“It came from you, so it’s perfect.” He hated that he wasn’t lying.

He didn’t want to make any big moves or ruffle any feathers. You were the young office assistant, light Facebook stalking proved that you were maybe too young for him. Just turned twenty-one and an early college graduate. This was your gap year between trying to get into law school and making something of yourself.

Scrappy, ambitious, driven. Which is exactly why he needed to stay the fuck away. But when you bring him his morning coffee with creamer as smooth as your skin, it’s so goddamn difficult.

He tries to be intimidating but approachable. He doesn’t know if he has that in him anymore. He’s not used to people stopping by his office to say hello without an ulterior motive.

Every now and then you’ll walk by his office if you don’t have coffee. You’ll have a stack of papers in your hand, waving as much as you can so you don’t drop the stack. One day, you come by when Santiago is playing his music; he thinks you’re coming to tell him it’s too loud or too heavy for an office environment.

You hesitate for a moment as Santi anticipates a scolding. “Is that Ride the Lightning?” you ask.

Santi can’t help but smile. “It is. Didn’t picture you a Metallica fan.”

You step further into his office and he can’t help but smile wider. “Of course. My dad is a huge fan so I pretty much came out of the womb hearing James Hetfield. Believe it or not, they were my first concert when I was four.”

“Your dad is a good man.” And would kill me if he knew what I wanted to do to you Santi thought. “I’m gonna be honest I fully thought you were coming in here to tell me to turn it down.”

You tell him no way and what should’ve been a quick stop at his office turned into a 15 minute conversation on the classic rock you were raised on. He knew he was into you, and this certainly didn’t help.

“I just never thought we’d be having this conversation.” Santiago told you, you gave a mock look of shock.

“What did you think we’d be talking about? Olivia Rodrigo? Hannah Montana?” You joked.

“Not necessarily. Okay, maybe a little Hannah Montana.” God, he loved how fun you were and easy to talk to.

“Don’t knock her until you’ve listened to her. She’s actually got a pretty damn good cover of Nothing Else Matters. Here, I’ll pull it up.” You moved next to him, looking briefly at him to get an okay to move his mouse.

Santi and those damn eyes. You thought. All the women in the office talked about how charming his eyes were and when going out with a few of the girls at the office you’d heard the term “fuck me eyes”, but you didn’t believe it until then.

You had to focus on YouTube before you turned into a puddle of want.

And there you were, leaning over his desk, the top of your blouse loose. Your smell of your lotion, or shampoo or just your regular body essence was driving him so insane he didn’t even realize the song was playing.

“You like that?” You said to him in an almost whisper. You bit your plump lip that he wanted to lick. Santi felt his dick stand at attention. He had to get back to work or else he’d do something he’d regret.

“Uh. Yeah. Sorry I just remembered I have a meeting in a few that I need to prep for. But I’ll listen to the rest of it.” Santiago quickly said to you, not making eye contact as you awkwardly shuffled out of his office.

“Okay. Well, if I don’t see you have a good weekend Santi.” You said to him, he looked up at you with a half smile as you went back to work.

You felt as if you’d blown it, but Santiago had to close his office, take deep breaths and palm his cock reminiscing the scent of you.

He was utterly fucked.

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Friday night called for beer with the boys. The best thing about living back in America was that Santi could catch up with his friends without checking for timezones or video calls with sleeping babies.

He needed to clear his head, especially with what had just happened at work with you. Sure, your scent still left a dull linger on his nostrils but next week was going to be a new week. No distractions, just work.

He bought a round of beers for his friends to celebrate, toasting to a week of hard work well done.

“We did it, boys. We should feel accomplished for what we’ve done this week. And most importantly don’t look back and focus on what’s ahead.”

“That group over there could probably take your advice.” Santi’s friend Benny nudged over to a group of drunk twenty sometimes at a table. A girl backed up to throw back her shot and accidentally hit the person passing her. She was incredibly remorseful and sweet, even offering to buy the man a drink to repay him, considerate little thing and…

Holy shit. It was you. Santi felt his teeth grit and his cock stir at the sight of you in that tight, short dress. You hadn’t been running through his mind enough today?

“You good, man? You’re burning a hole though that girl’s dress.” Santi’s friend Frankie quirked, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Easy, pendejo. I know her from the office. She works under me.” Santiago says.

And before Benny could mutter out I bet she does in full, it’s like your ears are ringing. You make a clumsy spin in your heels and make eye contact with Santi so strong that it seems like everyone in the bar has dissipated.

“Oh my god, Santi!!!” You squealed, a running start into his arms that made his heart leap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s so good to see you.” You whispered in his ear. Anyone within a 5-mile radius could smell the tequila.

“Small world.” He chuckles, looking at the boys for backup but Benny and Frankie have suddenly decided that they want to play a rousing game of pool.

“CanIbuyyouadrink?” You slurred, not sounding as sexy and mature as you’d hoped running into your hot coworker.

He raises his beer and gives you that knee wobbling grin. “I’m okay, what about you? Can I get you any water or anything?”

“Psh. Water? I’m fine.”

“She’s not. She barely drinks. She’s had three tequila shots and a seltzer and she’s good.” One of her girlfriends introduced herself. “I’m Jess, her roommate and tonight’s babysitter.”

“I’m not a baby.” You rolled your eyes, dramatically, folding your arms and huffing. Just what you needed. You actually see Santiago Garcia on a night out and you look hot but you can barely hold your liquor. If he walked away to go back to his friends you wouldn’t blame him.

“No, but I’m sure you’re dehydrated. I’m Santiago, I’m getting this girl a drink.” He said. He could’ve sworn he saw Jess’s eyebrows raise and her eyes widen when he’d said his name. She’d echoed it like it was something you’d said before. But he could be paranoid. He’d just blame it on misreading the situation.

But damn, if you had talked about him? He wasn’t crazy. You could feel it too and he wasn’t a dirty old man. Okay..forties isn’t that old but old enough to know he shouldn't think about the way you look in that dress, how innocent you are that only a few shots have you slurring. It makes him want to protect you, to make sure none of the creeps at the bar that are looking at you for too long try to take advantage of you. Any man that looks you way at this point will have to deal with the stare of a Delta Force glaring him down.

Santi brings you your glass of water and you look at him like he's just brought you salvation during a drought. You wrap your arms around him again and are sosothankful.

"So what brings you ladies out tonight?" Santi asks, trying to avoid the draw that your scent brings him to. Taking him back to his office, Metallica, that dress.

"Our friend just got engaged!" Jess exclaimed.

Santiago congratulated your friend, but you just grunted and rolled your eyes. "I'm so happy for Katie but this is the only person she's been with since the eighth grade. Can you believe that, Santi?" Your hand rests on his leg. Shit.

"It's cute, they're in love!" Jess retorts.

"I know they are but one person for your entire life? You're not gonna fuck anyone else?" You're more crass outside of the office and with liquor in you. Santi likes it, but it makes him incredibly nervous.

"Oh please. You're one to talk, you've only had sex with one person once, it's like you're still a virgin." Jess jokes towards you. You slap her arm to shush her.

How fucking embarrassing that she just told Santiago that you were inexperienced. If he didn't already see you as a little girl, that sure as hell would've done it.

But instead Santi has to curse himself for the thoughts that are growing in his head. You're so young and inexperienced, you just need the right person to teach you...

For the rest of the night, Santi stayed by your side. He'd told Frankie and Benny that he was taking care of you to make sure you got home safe, but after yet another crass joke from the two of them, Santi gave them the finger calling them cabróns on his way back to you.

You figured that he was just being protective, but you wanted to drop some hints that you were interested. You'd touch him, give him long eye contact and even offered to buy him a tequila shot when you'd started to sober up a bit.

"No, no, bebita. You can't just take it straight back like this." Santi held your arm, stopping you from downing it. "You've got to get salt and a lime."

"I've never done it before. Can you show me?" You asked him innocently. College wasn't a huge party experience for you. Since you were serious about law school, you'd wanted to take any opportunity you had to study. You'd still gone out, but for the most part you were always the designated driver.

Santi had gotten the salt and the limes from the bar. He'd instructed you on how to lick the salt first, take the shot and then suck on the lime once finished.

What he didn't expect was you suggesting you lick the salt off of each other's hands so he could feel your warm, sweet tongue on him. He didn't expect after you'd taken your shot for you to look up at him sweetly, sucking the lime with wide eyes looking at him.

"Did I do okay?" You asked. Santi gulped hard and nodded, feeling the tightness in his pants develop. He had to go. Soon. Just looking at you had become too much.

Jess had come up to the two of you at the bar, stating that one of the douchebags staring you both down had wanted her to come over. Santi knew he couldn't let you figure out a ride by yourself, so he offered to drive you home. It was one car ride. He could control himself for one car ride.

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During the drive, Santi blared Metallica as you sang along to every word. Everything with Santiago felt so easy. When you'd initially met him at work, you'd feared he would just be another intimidating military advisor who speaks in grunts but he was incrdibly well spoken, sweet and so, so hot gripping the steering wheel with only one hand. You gripped your legs together, trying to distract yourself.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Santiago asked.

"I did! It was so awesome to see you." You said, pausing for a moment. "I hope that Jess didn't make me sound like a total dork?"

Santi chuckled. "Why would you think that?"

"Y'know...I just sound so lame. I don't really drink, the whole 'it's like you're still a virgin' thing." You said as he parked outside of your apartment building.

"I mean, you're talking to someone who stopped hunting people down in Colombia because of his bad knees...so who's the lame one now?" Santiago joked, your laugh sounded clear as a bell and was not helping how hard he was.

"I guess I just wanted you to think of me as an adult? Not your geeky office assistant coworker." You smiled at him. He needed to let you go, end the conversation, stop this before it's too late and he defiles you.

He puts his hand on your knee instead; you felt the heat from his large, calloused palm. "I don't think you're geeky. Maybe a little on the safe side."

You grin and say quietly, "I can be bad."

"How so?" Santi asks you in a lowered voice.

You crawled over his car console awkwardly and climbed onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you bit your lip nervously. "Like this."

Santi sighs and says your name, his hands gripping your hips. "I don't know..."

"I'm sorry. This was totally inappropriate and I'm stupid to think that you would've even been into me." You start to stammer and attempt to climb off of him. Santi keeps you in place, giving you that hard stare as he rolled his hips into yours.

You toyed at the grey hairs at his neck as you looked down at him. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in so his lips could meet yours. You'd started out soft, chaste, but you wanted him so badly and everything he could give you. You chased his lip with your tongue as he groaned, opening his mouth as your tongues explored each other. Hungry, needy. You'd never been kissed like this.

"Santi..." You moaned as he grabbed your hair, lost in your scent and the way you felt against him as he rocked into you.

"There you go...just like that." He coached you as you matched his rhythm. "You're such a good girl for me, you know that?"

You nodded, eyes hooded as he explored your body with his hands. His hands went from tracing your breasts to one of his thumbs entering your mouth.

"Have you ever done this before?" Santi whispers to you, you shake your head no as he groans and presses into you. His jeans aren't off and he already feels so hard and thick. You start with kitten licks up his thumb as he traces your lips. You feel yourself coming apart as he inserts his thumb into your mouth and you begin to suck.

Santiago moans. "Bebita, you're doing so well. Do you think you can suck my cock like this?"

You nod, still sucking on his thumb hard as you begin to move on top of him. In your brief experience with sex you don't remember it being so enjoyable, let alone having any sort of foreplay.

"Will you please teach me how to suck your cock, Santi?" You begged him as he pushed up into you.

"Is that what you want? You want me to teach you how to suck my cock and my cock only? Want me to mold your mouth to take my cock?"

You couldn't take it, you needed release so you moved your fingers down to your panties as Santi pushed your dress up to watch. You were so close to pushing your panties to the side to reveal your clit when--

You heard a car door shut. Suddenly, your intimate experience was over and the two of you were looking around to see if any of your neighbors had caught you. You climbed off of him back into the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

Santi couldn't believe what he had just done. He said he was going to keep a low profile. Not get into any trouble. Let alone risk anything happening to you. He needed to go, before you invited him in and he made even more mistakes.

"I should go." Santi curtly said.

You looked over at him, slightly confused. "Oh. Okay? Um--well--"

"I'll see you Monday." Santi tried to say as blankly as possible.

You collected your things and climbed out of the car, giving him one last look before you shut the door. "See you Monday."

Santi watched you enter your building as you took a few times to turn around and look at him. He had to make sure you got in safe, but he couldn't go in. You were too sweet. Maybe he should've laid off and let you have more fun tonight. Maybe you would've been going home with one of those co-ed douchebags.

But he also knew they couldn't fuck you like he could. He wanted you to experience a pleasure you clearly hadn't experienced before, and as much as he wanted to fight it, the bliss on your face while riding him is what replayed in his head over and over as he'd drifted off to sleep, hand palming his aching cock.

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Santiago thought he'd know what to do the next morning. He thought he'd have the answer but he couldn't think of what to do. Should he get your phone number from the work directory to sort this out? Should he wait until Monday morning? Was it a mistake? He couldn't imagine how you were feeling.

You were just as confused. What happened? Sure, it shouldn't have happened right there in the car where your neighbors could see but you didn't regret what happened with Santi. It felt amazing, it felt right. Should you call him? Should you pop into his office on Monday with his coffee like nothing happened?

You weren't able to see. You'd gone into Santiago's office with his usual coffee but his lights were off and he was nowhere to be found. After walking by again after a few hours he still wasn't there.

Turns out, Santiago had decided to work from home for the week. Giving the excuse he wasn't feeling too well, he was able to figure his shit out. It didn't feel great, the thought of you coming into his office and seeing he wasn't there, but he knew it was the right decision.

He had to ignore his carnal urges. Your sweet smell. The way your body felt on his.

By Friday afternoon, he thinks he's finally okay. Sure, there's still that dull roar in the back of his head that thinks of you but it's enough time where he could come back into the office and tell you what happened was a mistake. This was for your own good.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. He opens the door and sees you standing there, with a stack of work as well as a thermos.

"Um. Hi." Santiago wanted to kick himself. The son of a bitch has avoided her for days and that's all he can say when she's here at his doorstep?

"...The office just had some things they wanted you to work on this afternoon. And I also brought you coffee. Didn't know if you needed a pick me up."

Santi felt his heart sink. You were too damn sweet. He didn't deserve it. He invited you in as you took a look around and his typical bachelor decor. You sunk into his couch.

"How have you been?" You start off.

"Oh, y'know, fine." Santi lies.

"Are we really not going to talk about it, Santiago?" You ask him.

"Sure. We can. Of course I enjoyed what happened. But it wasn't appropriate. We work together, bebita. I don't want you throwing away this opportunity because of me." Santi said.

"Maybe you're right. It wasn't appropriate what we did but I don't regret it? Do you?" You asked.

"You know I don't, baby, but--." You interrupt Santiago.

"Then why do you think you can make my decisions for me? I'm not a child. I know what I'm getting myself into." You set the stack of papers down and sit closer to him.

"I want you Santiago. If you don't want me, I'll walk out and we can stay coworkers but I want this. I want you to show me how to do things I haven't done before. I wanna be your bad little girl." You whisper into his ear, hearing him exhale.

"Fuck, baby. You can't say that." He growls.

"Why not? Should I beg for it? I can get on my knees..." Boldly, you get on your knees in front of Santi on the couch who's now panting. You grip his thick thighs.

"Please, Santi. Teach me. I can be so good for you. I want you to be my real first."

That broke Santiago. Everything he wanted to teach and show and corrupt you with, you felt the exact same way. There was no turning back. He held the back of your neck, gripping at your hair as he looked down at you with such a mix of lust and affection.

"Fuck, bebita. I'll show you anything you want. Come up here, now."

Santi gripped onto your hips as you straddled him, similar to your positions in the car but now that you've had time to think about what you want to do, you go for it. You run your fingers through his salt and pepper hair, leaving one on his chest. Your kisses don't start out sweet, they're immediately hungry, your tongue finding his to show you how desperate you are for him.

He takes a moment to look at you, flushed skin and lips plump for him. Your sundress is riding up to expose your cotton panties and he wants nothing more than to pull them off and take care of you.

So he does.

He orders you to get up and you stand, looking down at him as he carefully removes your panties while not breaking eye contact. He helps you step out of them and then rubs your thighs, admiring your wetness.

"Hermosa." He whispers. He takes a finger and runs it up your leg to your clit, teasing you as you begin to whine.

"Has anyone ever done this to you before, bebita?" He whispers, circling your clit. You slowly shake your head no as he sighs to himself.

"It's a damn shame." He says, now moving his finger down to tease at your entrance. "A pussy as beautiful as yours deserves to be touched."

You can't help but moan now. He puts his mouth onto your clit and begins to move. Giving small licks at your entrance he decides to take two fingers and insert them inside you.

He looks up at you with dark eyes. "I need to get you ready for me first before you take my cock. I know you can do it, but you're so tight aren't you?"

You were squirming on top of Santi, crying as you felt yourself build and build as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. When he got himself to a fast pace, you could hear your wetness as he folded his fingers inside of you, mouth on your clit as he wanted you to cum for him.

"Santi, fuck, baby I'm going to cum." You rode his mouth, and he hummed onto you. Releasing his mouth, you whined, but it only caused his fingers to go faster.

"That's right, baby. Fuck my fingers, you're doing so well. I wanna feel you ride my cock next, please." Santi panted.

You soon felt yourself release, clenching on Santi's fingers as he helped you through your orgasm.

He got up and hungrily kissed you, letting you taste the sweetness of his mouth and your cum.

"See how good we taste together, bebita?" Santi asked, biting your lip. "Now, let's go to the bedroom."

Santiago brought you into his bedroom, planting kisses on you and stripping himself and you from the rest of your clothes. While you were completely naked, Santiago still had his boxers on. He laid you down on the bed and palmed himself.

"I wanted to save this for you. I want you to see how you make me feel, I want you to look at this cock before I shove it in your mouth." Santi said.

You got up on your knees on the bed, letting him guide your hand onto his cock. You could feel his hard outline, stroking it up and down until you finally decided to peel off his underwear.

His cock was thicker than you had expected. Almost as big as your wrist, you looked at Santiago’s cock with such pure awe that he didn’t know whether to fuck you or soothe you in that moment.

“Santi…I’ve never done this. I don’t know how.” You say with his dick in both hands, pumping it up and down. “Will you show me?”

And when you put Santiago into your mouth, he softly instructed you how to take him. Giving you soft praises for your soft kitten licks and pulling your hair for every inch you moved closer down your throat. He could feel your mouth tighten around him as you sucked him harder and faster, a small pool of saliva coming out of your mouth.

“Your mouth was made for my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking it all down for me.” He praised you. You loved that praise. You loved being his good girl. You wanted more compliments and so you moved faster and harder to a point where Santiago felt himself constrict and tighten.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Santi panted. “Not yet. Not before I fuck you. Is that what you want?”

“Please.” You whined. “I need it. I need you, Santi.”

He laid you on your back as he fished into his nightstand drawer for a condom. He put it on himself as he scanned your body.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He pressed his hand to your cheek. “Your body, your spirit, all of you.”

He pumped two fingers inside of you again before he lined himself up, making sure that you were ready. It had been a while since you’d had your one and only experience—a shitty one-night stand with a Fraternity boy— but it was time and you couldn’t think of anyone else to do this with.

He entered you slowly, as you felt him fit inside of your walls, feeling a pleasure you’d never experienced before. You felt him go still above you, bending down to trail kisses onto your face as he slowly begins to move. He starts out slow, easing you into it because there's still a bit of pain in his movements because of his girth.

When you start to rock your hips along with him, that's when he starts to quicken. He strengthens his movements, moving your left leg up so you can take more of him. You already know you aren't going to last.

He pumps into you harder, your entire body shaking as he holds one of your hips in place as he pounds into you. He growls at you in Spanish, only making out that he's talking about your "sweet, sweet pussy" and how he's desperate for you to milk him.

You move your hand down to try to circle your clit, and he chuckles. "That's my job now, bebita." He presses his thick finger that was holding onto your leg onto your clit as you feel yourself begin to tremble.

You wail into your second orgasm as he pumps into you with lightning speed. You know at this pace he won't be able to last long but you don't care; you need to feel him. His pace begins to falter as he grinds into you hard, grabbing onto your ass as he drives into you a few more times.

"I'm going to cum inside you, bebita because this pussy is mine. This sweet, tight little pussy. I'm gonna fuck my cum into you because you're mine now, baby, fuck!"

Santiago cums inside you, releasing himself as he stills for a moment on top of you. While he lies on you, you stroke at his hair while he plants kisses on your chest. He looks up at you, his eyes adoring.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Santiago asked.

"Not at all." You smiled. Ever the gentleman.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. You lay on his bed reflecting what had just happened. He comes back with a warm washcloth, running it between your legs as he plops back onto the bed and cuddles you from behind.

"So much for trying not to want you." He says to himself. You turn around surprised.

"What?" You grin.

"It should be obvious now, but I'd had a thing for you. And I didn't think you'd be into me, that I was a creep." Santiago sheepishly says to you.

"Quite the opposite." You planted a kiss on his lips. "If I told you how much I'd thought about you before last week, it would be embarrassing."

"So what you're telling me is Jess did know who I was?" Santi joked as you playfully tapped him.

"So what happens now?" You look up at him and grin.

"What happens now is I make you a cup of coffee for a change. You stay here for the afternoon and maybe the night so I can cook you dinner and spoil you a bit?" Santi peppers kisses onto your lips.

"I can't say I'd object to that." You kiss him back. "But wait--what should I tell the office if I don't head back?"

"Just tell him I needed help with some extra work and needed an extra special assistant." He grinned at you. You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him as he pinned you down, pressing his lips onto yours.

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Commitment Issues - Part 8

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

AN: So I lied - I'm so sorry for the wait! Recently, writing hasn't come as easy to me and although it's almost a year late I hope you enjoy, this isn't the final chapter - I lied twice.

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PREVIOUS PART

28th April 2022 - 37 weeks pregnant

Life playing host to the parasite that was soon to be your daughter had only gotten worse. Hard to believe, I know.

The gift that kept on giving made sure that you’d suddenly without any warning whatsoever have the overwhelming urge to vomit.

There was no rhyme or reason to her neat new little party trick but at any given moment your stomach said nope and you bought up whatever you happened to have eaten or as the case may be; be eating at the time.

Honestly, you weren’t a negative person by nature, but these agonizing eight months had taken it out of you.

Hell, you were in the process of drafting an eviction notice if this kid didn’t get out of you in the next two weeks.

Long story short, between this and the Benny situation you were not exactly the best of company, right now.

The boys and Val had all learnt this early on and for the past eight days, you had given up all pretense of a brave face, now you were bleeding and letting everyone who would listen know about it.

When Santiago, who had decided to stay in town until the birth of your baby, suggested a stroll around the mall, you had fixed him with the stare that would have had a lesser man running back to Colombia with his tail between his legs. Until, of course, he had sweetened the deal with fried chicken, his treat and coincidentally the only meal that you had yet to regurgitate.

So, here you found yourself with Santiago and William and a six piece bucket to yourself.

The change in company was a welcome distraction from dwelling on your non-existent love life at home with the love of your life.

After the thorn in your side that was Jasmine, reared her ugly head at the baby shower, you had pulled back into your protective bubble of distant and cold.

Benny, though confused about the message, received it loud and clear as he returned to the swing to find you inside and talking incredibly heatedly to Valerie. In the eight days that followed, he yet to confront you about it. Apparently old habits died hard..

The camaraderie that had come hand in hand with your truce had dissolved. You weren’t actively unpleasant, but you didn’t melt into his side, or nap on the couch with him anymore.

You had established boundaries, resolving yourself to the simple philosophy of anything you wouldn’t do with Frankie, you wouldn’t do with Ben.

It was simple… well kind of, every one of your moves was carefully calculated and exhausting.

For example, lying on the couch watching a movie with a leg rub? Acceptable.

Frankie would do that for your swollen ankle joint, hell, he had done.

However, lying on the couch with his body sandwiched against yours as you fall asleep, the hardness of him pressed into your backside; well… that was quite clearly a no, but I digress!

Boundaries were established and what almost was, had been completely and totally healthily avoided at all costs, creating the exact tenuous home environment you'd spent so long trying to avoid.

So, here you found yourself in the food court, slamming some fried chicken trying desperately to forget your woes.

“She’s too clingy…” Santi huffed in between a bite of his burger, talking mostly to Will as you had yet to peak up from behind your bucket.

“Maybe she just likes you and wants to spend time with you, god forbid someone shows interest.” You grunted irritably between bites, looking for a fight.

Both men turned to you in surprise, the whites of their eyes visible as they feared your outburst.

Santiago strategically paused as he searched for the right words before he began to speak again.

“You’re right … Maybe I’m too harsh.” Pope placated as he fixed you with a look of reproach, however, that only served to enrage you further.

He watched for your reaction as if you were an angry bear or a child throwing a tantrum. Truth be told, you weren’t strictly unlike either of those things at that precise moment.

Your brows narrowed, ready to unload and tell him all the reasons he was a dick before a cramping pain in your bloated abdomen overwhelmed you. Your eyes clenched shut as you breathed heavily through your nose, your ringed fingers gripped at the circular table in pain.

It was impossible for you to judge how long went by before the pain finally passed.

You took a further second or two to even your breathing before you resumed eating, succinctly dropping the subject that had injected fire into your veins merely moments before.

With a fry in your mouth, you glanced up to find both men watching you.

“What the fuck?”

“Are you okay?” They questioned in unison.

A moment passed as you swallowed your mouthful before you concisely answered your comrades. “I’m pretty sure I’m going into labor.”

“And … you don’t think we should be actively doing something about that?” Santiago pressed, looking as if he was ready to bolt.

“Labor can take hours and I won't be able to eat once it gets going…” You shrug, picking up another piece of chicken.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pope breathed, eyes wide before he palmed in his eye sockets in frustration, attempting to rub the stress you induced away.

Will had dragged his chair to your side, his eyes focused on his watch.

“Don’t worry so much… the book said until they're ten minutes apart … there’s no point going … to the hospital!” You explain in between bites of greasy chicken.

Your words do little to quell their panic as both men look as if they're ready to pull their hair out with worry.

“I’ll ring Ben.” Santi groaned as he stood up and reached into his jacket pocket before fishing out his phone. He turned dramatically with a finger pointed in your general direction. “You get her to hurry up - I swear to god, Y/N. If you’re eating when I get back, pregnant or not, I’ll drag you to that car. You’re not having your baby in the damn food court… estúpida, obstinada…” The man continued grunting curses at your expenses as he stalked off for somewhere quiet with cell reception to call the father of your child.

The silence that extended all of three minutes was too good to be true as Will watched your face as you ate for any sign of distress.

“Whilst giving Pope a coronary is always a good time… don’t you think we should go and get your bag and meet Ben?” Will’s voice was soft, the kind of soothing tone you’d seen him use to talk down shell shocked soldiers - it was both unassuming and laced with copious amounts of compassion.

You’d be damned if it didn’t just piss you right off.

With a quick shake of your head, you dropped the empty bone into the bucket with the rest of the carcasses and took a long sip of your drink.

“I’m good here … I can meet you guys there if you like?”

The pinch in his brow was quite simply incredulous, his concern was quickly outweighing his patience.

“If you think I’m leaving you both here, you’re insane.”

Chewing on the straw of your drink; your eyes locked with his. They were brimming with a concoction of confusion and concern, which if the clench in his jaw was anything to go by, was slowly morphing into exasperation at your lack of compliance.

“I … just need some time.”

“Y/N. All you’ve spoken about for the past week is how you want this to be over, wish granted - she’s coming and she’s coming now.”

“That’s what he said…” You uttered half-heartedly under your breath as you broke eye contact, no longer able to face his look of bewilderment.

On the red tray in front of you was a lemon scented wet wipe hidden among napkins and sauces, you tore open the former and gratuitously began scrubbing the grease off of your hands, actively ignoring the perplexed stare of one of your closest friends.

“Y/N, we need to get moving… will you just stop and listen?” Will snapped finally as he grabbed the wipe from your grip as you passed over your digits for the third time.

Your own patience had reached its end as his hand gripped your elbow, his intention to make good on Santiago’s threat and drag you out, clear and present in your mind.

The devil in question was making his way back to your table, all quick strides as he dodged the food courts clientele.

You wrenched your arm from his grip huffing in annoyance at the well meaning Miller.

“Fine. Let's go and get my bag, maybe we can grab an iced tea on the way to the car…”

Will nodded but you knew the mother hen would never allow a diversion from the mission at hand.

All was going well.

You were compliant as you strode through the mall, both men flanking you like a high priority asset as you clambered into Santi’s rental truck.

Hell, you were goddamn amenable as you unlocked your front door and grabbed the hospital duffel bag from the cubby under the stairs.

However, your cooperation waned somewhat when heading to the maternity ward as the guys tried to wheel your chair past the hospital's Starbucks.

Your palm, lightening fast, caught the break on the chair causing it to veer left right into Santiago’s shins.

“Ice Tea!”

“You’ve got a baby about to shoot out of your hoo-hah and you're stopping for tea?!” Santi huffed incredulously as he rubbed his shin.

“My contractions are 25 minutes apart, when they’re 15, I’ll consider joining the panicking cry baby club.”

“Panicking baby- huh!” Santi huffed rubbing his forehead. “You are not well, Y/N/N! You’re having a baby - Go and have it and then I’ll bathe you in fucking tea!”

“I’ll come back down and grab you one-” Will placated before Santi bent to remove the break on the chair, allowing Will to move all of two steps, before you slammed it back on, the rubber tyres screeched against the tile floor of the hospital lobby.

“Tea. First.” You huffed much like a troublesome child.

This time it was Will who leaned down to remove the break, having clearly decided you weren’t in your right mind.

So, you did the only thing you could; you threw your baby bag off of your lap.

“Y/N, stop being a goddamn child!” Will huffed, you had clearly pushed him to the edge, not that it had been particularly hard.

Ignoring him, you began to stand. They both watched on in horror as you slowly ambled your way to the end of the queue.

Leaning against the drinks fridge, you sighed.

Your spine was aching something awful. The poor timing of this kid resumed as a contraction wracked your body, sharper than the others, it felt longer but you had no way to be sure.

Will was at your side the second it overcame your body.

“Twenty minutes apart, please, Y/N. Come on.”

When finally the pain dissipated, your aching back remained. You weren’t proud of the weight you were placing on Will but the floor was the only other option.

“y/n?! … Y/N!” You heard Benny hollar before you saw him, his eyes were wild with panic as he rushed to your side. He patted his brother on the shoulder, before taking his place. “Baby, what are you doing? You need to get into bed.”

“I want… my … tea.” You huffed, breathing not yet evening out.

“Fine, we get the tea and we go straight up. How far apart are they?”

“Twen-”

The gush of amniotic fluid leaving your body cut the older Miller off, soaking through your jeans and unfortunately onto Benny’s shoes.

“You just pissed, she just pissed!” Santi cried in disbelief, his hands an almost permanent fixture in his disheveled curls at this point. It was hard to believe this man was a pressure player.

“It's not piss, it's her waters. We need to go, I’m sorry baby, you can have all the ice tea you want when it's safe for you both.” He bent down and caught your sodden legs, picking you up in one sweep.

If you weren’t currently covered in amniotic fluid, that story book firefighter carry would have set your loins ablaze.

Who were you kidding?

You were absolutely drenched in amniotic fluid and your loins were practically smoking.

Between writhing in pain as your uterus contracted to eject a literal watermelon and lusting over your baby daddy who you had spent the last eight days practically snarling at every time he dared advance, the journey to your delivery suite had been all but a blur.

Somehow all three men surrounded you, having coerced their way through the midwifery staff with their nefarious charm.

“How ya’ doing champ?” Santi questioned as you huffed on the oxygen inhaler handed to you by your midwife. A thumbs up was all you could offer as you groaned through the contractions that were now give or take five minutes apart.

“How about we use a bit of gravity?” The woman in control of the drugs questioned. A suggestion you were only more than happy to try.

Following her instructions and with minor assistance from Ben you were now on all fours, frantically inhaling the gas and air.

“We’re going to need to clear the room, anyone who isn’t the father needs to leave.”

You were so far gone, you didn’t care if they saw the business end of your cervix. All you knew was uncontrollable pain that wracked your body every five minutes like a sadistic egg timer.

Ben wiped at your forehead with a damp towel as tears escaped.

“You can do this, baby.”

“UGNGH.. It feels like I’m shitting a knife!” You cried as another contraction wracked your body.

“Not long now, gorgeous. Then we’ll have our baby.”

“I’m not ready.” You cried burying your face in the reclined back of the bed. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“You are-”

“No. We’re not ready. Things were … supposed to be fixed… I promised her.”

“Wha-”

“I love you, you stupid fucking idiot. I have done for like ten years… loved you from the second I heard your tone deaf ass singing that … crappy hick song on base. Ungh… And everything is so broken because I don’t want you … to just stay for the Bean, I want to be with you … because you want to be with me.” You cried, tears wracking your body as uncontrollably as the contractions.

“It’s all broken… I promised her and I fucked it all up. You … and Jaz can just live happily ever-” You cut yourself off with a low wail as another contraction wracked your body. It seemed to knock Benny out of his stupor as his hand rubbed your lower back.

It was a moment before you leveled out and remembered you were divulging your innermost thoughts but a moment ago, though you couldn’t find it in you to care.

Bigger fish to fry, and all that.

“I love you. Even if you are the goddamn most stubborn fuckin’ idiot I’ve ever met. You're the mama of my baby, yeah. It scares the crap outta me. Loving you. Damn near spent three months thinking up all the reasons we couldn’t be together cause it scared me so bad.” He huffed, stroking your hair. He helped you reposition on your back, as you breathed in another wave of oxygen. “I love you, Y/N. - I don’t do this. I don’t do relationships … because this feeling in my stomach when I think of you is fuckin awful. Sure I get the tingles when you smile at me or stroke my arm. But ninety-nine percent of the time, fucking nightmare, I worry if you’re happy, if you’ve eaten and now we’re adding an whole ass entire other person into this fucking clown show.”

“Gee… thanks.” You huffed in between breaths of gas and air.

Ben chuckled as he pushed the sweat sodden hair back from your brow. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against yours, the kiss was brief and nowhere near what was needed but it was all you could manage.

It was enough, you thought at that moment.

The promise, that everything wasn’t lost, there was hope ahead, it carried you through.

@sixshooter665 @queenie-b- @rambling-in-purple @anaaaispunk @miraclesabound @kravitzwhorehore @ahsokathearcher @xoxabs88xox @heresathreebee @psychadelichue @marauderskeeper @tanzthompsonn @mermaidxatxheart

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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Oh if you’re accepting requests would you do thigh riding with Santi? 😳🫣🫣 man has very rideable thighs…

16. thigh riding I| santi masterlist |I main masterlist

"Santiago," you speak his name lowly as he pulls you from the passenger seat of the car. It’s dark, the vehicle hidden in the blackness of the night in an attempt to evade detection during your surveillance of the building that the cartel had set up drugs-shop in. “We’re working-“

“There’s nothing to ‘surveil’, hasn’t been all night,” he mumbles, pulling you over the car’s console and setting you on one of his thighs. Santi looked agitated, frustration painting his under-eyes a tired blue-purple. Dead end after dead end wifh Lorea seemed to be pushing him to the limits of his patience. “I’d prefer to watch you get off on my thigh, Hermosa.”

Santi’s hands grip ahold of your hips now, dragging them across his thigh with ease. He flexes the muscle, tightening it up beneath your clit as he rolls your pelvis forward.

“Pope-“ you sigh, lips parting as he presses kisses to your throat. Santi’s stubble scratches up against your soft skin, making a soft scraping sound and leaving an almost staticky feeling behind.

He nips at the skin just beneath your earlobe, cruelly targeting the parts of you that he knows will get you riled up. Soon you don’t need his help, rocking your hips against his muscular thigh and gripping at his tshirt as arousal floods between your thighs.

“Fu-“

“Pope,” a pointed voice sounds from the radio set on the dashboard of the car, causing you both to jump. Catfish. “You might want to cut the line.”

Santi smirks at that, seeing blush flood across your cheeks at the realisation that the boys could hear you.

“Let’s give ‘em a show.”

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obsessedgirl63 · 4 months

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things you do that makes people think you're dating —headcanons

alex walter x reader

• you're best friends and you're really close

• sharing drinks, you are really use to share drinks. you can be drinking your coffee and alex will take your cup to steal a sip

• you two sharing clothes, hoodies, shirts, hats, shorts, etc. sometimes you forget whose the owner

• you're clingy with each other, always holding hands, resting hands on the others knee, resting his arm over your shoulder, etc. And in a crowd he likes to hook a finger into your belt loop, making sure he doesn't lose you

• the way you see the other, how you're eyes light up when you find each other in a crowded room

• how you desperately reach for each other after being separated for so long. If you didn't see the other during the day you facetime each other (once nathan had to threw alex a pillow bc he didn't let him sleep)

• always being the others plus one on any event or party

• you always wishing him good luck before every competition with a kiss on his cheek and he hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead after his performance

#send requests #alex walter x y/n #alex walter imagine #alex walter #alex walter x reader #alex walter headcanons #alex walter icons #ashby gentry #my life with the walter boys icons #my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb icons #mlwtwbedit #mlwtwb #cole walter #isaac walter #isaac garcia #cole walter x reader #isaac garcia x reader

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aromaticdevil · 4 months

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ONE DATE! | Isaac García x Reader ( Part 2 )

pairing: Isaac garcía x female reader

summary: in wich you accept Isaac's date and it ends better than you expected.

word count: 920

author’s note: this is the second part of help her. english is not my first language, hope you like!

There you were, at the entrance to the Walters' house, you had accepted Isaac's date, all to keep your secret safe. You weren't too excited about it, Isaac was hot, but you had heard about him, he was just as flirtatious as Cole, and he also went out with a lot of girls, so you weren't surprised that he wanted to go out with you, you thought there was no background beyond that. of wanting to sleep with you.

You knocked on the door, which was opened by Cole, his brow furrowed, he wasn't expecting you today.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"It's good to see you too," you replied sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, we didn't plan anything today..." he said.

"I'm not here for you...I have a date with Isaac" you said.

"Why?"

"Why? Because he invited me" you answered.

"I guess you want to stay in the family somehow" he mocked you again, and before you could answer, Isaac appeared.

“Hey,” he greeted you, “Shall we go?”

Without thinking about it you nodded, you didn't even look at Cole, he was being an idiot.

"What do you have planned?" you asked, curiously, you hadn't been on a date since...you were born.

It's just that you didn't believe in love.

"The Silver Falls Fest is starting..." he said.

“Oh” was all you said and you started walking to the center of town. It wasn't like he was very far away anyway.

When you arrived at the Silver Falls Fest the smell of food, candy, the screams of children, everything felt too warm.

Isaac couldn't help but take your hand, it was a date, it had to feel like a date. You looked at him in surprise, but you ignored that, it even crossed your mind that maybe this was all a dare that he and Cole had done, but you didn't want to think about it too much.

"Let's go to a game" Isaac said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You walked towards the water shooting game, "This is too easy, these are games for children."

He paid the five dollars to the guy running the game and looked at you. "What prize do you want?" his self-absorbed smile made you roll your eyes, but you smiled anyway, pointing to the big prize, an oversized panda stuffed animal.

"That."

The game started, and Isaac didn't shoot any paper figures, so he didn't get any points. You laughed at it, he loved hearing you laugh.

"I lost to make you laugh," Isaac said. "These games are fixed."

“Let me try,” you said, taking the gun. Isaac gave the guy another five dollars.

"It will be a waste of time..." he muttered.

But no, you shot exactly eight paper figures. You looked at Isaac with a self-absorbed smile. “What prize do you want?” you asked with some mockery.

"The panda" he said. And when the game guy gave you the panda, you gave it to Isaac.

Following that they walked towards a cotton candy stand, it was strange for you to have a date for the first time, and you couldn't help but think that this date would surely be one more in Isaac's week, you had heard about Isaac García, from about your lab partner, you knew that he dated a lot of girls, so you didn't understand what he wanted from you.

"You are having fun?" He asked you. You nodded.

"I'll be honest..." you didn't take your eyes off the cotton candy machine, "This is my first date."

Shame washed over you, and you looked at him, not knowing what his expression would be.

"I know," he said.

You frowned.

"What do you mean 'I know'?"

“I know this is your first date,” Isaac said, giving you a sweet smile, “And I'm so happy you agreed to go on a date with me.”

"Are you doing it out of pity?" Asked.

"No! Of course not," he was quick to reply, "I do it because I like you."

You sighed and grimaced.

"But you know what happened between Cole and me."

Isaac stated, "So what? He's not in love with you...and you're not in love with him."

"But... Doesn't it bother you that I was with Cole?"

"Why should I care who you've been with?" He asked, "Does it bother you who I've been with?"

You shake your head. "Well no... it happened before you and I had this date"

"Exactly," Isaac sounded like you, "So please don't torture yourself over petty things...and better tell me how the hell you won at the shooting game."

You laughed, "You just have really bad aim."

"I don't think so. I have to be honest... I let you win there" he said, as he looked at you with a smile from ear to ear.

"Learn to lose, Garcia," he said, smiling the same way.

"Then let's go to another game! If I win, you give me a kiss..." Isaac looked into your eyes.

"Fine, but if I win, you give me a kiss," you replied, winking at him.

"Do you still want the cotton candy?" The man who attended the machine asked.

"I had forgotten," Isaac laughed, and looked away from you to pay for the cotton candy.

Then you noticed something. The way the afternoon sun illuminated Isaac's face made his already bright brown eyes seem more alive than usual. You had never paid attention to someone's eyes like you did that day.

#my life with the walter boys #one shot #imagine #x reader #isaac garcia x reader #isaac garcia x y/n #isaac garcia #isaac arellanes #mlwtwb

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dewywrites · 3 months

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school play shenanigans! — isaac x theatre member reader

ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ/ᴄᴏꜱᴛᴜᴍᴇꜱ:

you were backstage helping isaac get into his costume

his shirt looked a little loose, so you grabbed a safety pin and leaned over by his waist

despite the background chatter, the two of you were silent

when you grabbed the shirt to tighten it, your hand touched his waist and it was like electricity ran between the two of you

you felt shy, but held up a confident act. you just had to do your job, and you were behind him. he couldn't possibly see your warmed face.

"alright, i've fixed it," you said as you stepped away

he turned his head back and smiled, heading off to his scene

five minutes later, he approached you again, tugging and gesturing at the shirt

"sorry, the pin seems to have fallen out. you think you could fix it again?"

ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ:

isaac sat in front of the vanity as you were working on him

you grabbed some hair spray since some strands were falling out of place

"don't mind this, i just don't want it getting in your face," you whispered as you cupped your hand over his eyes, spraying the can

his skin was warm, but you tried to ignore the contact

once you finished, you removed your hand and decided to start working on the makeup

you grabbed light red lipstick and applied some to his lips

despite your intense focus, you couldn't help but notice through the corner of your eyes that he was looking up at you, almost as if he were analyzing your face

you glanced for a second and made eye contact. you looked away, heart starting to beat faster

"the stage lights wash you out, so that's why i, um, have to put some makeup on," you stammered trying to break the tension

"oh, i don't mind at all. you're really good at this, you know?"

you were taken aback and had no clue what to say, when the director was your saving grace

"hurry up now, we're going to start!"

isaac looked disappointed, but then said, "i guess that's my cue to go. i'll see you around, yeah?"

you had to admit that you were maybe just a little bit disappointed too

ᴄᴏꜱᴛᴀʀ:

it was the opening night of the play. fate was on your side, as you and isaac had gotten the lead roles

you knew the moves and lines. the audience was loving the show, and everything was going well

that is, until it was time for the big confession

the other characters left the scene, leaving you and isaac alone, facing one another closely

"i love you," he spoke, intently looking into your eyes

you opened your mouth to recite the line, but nothing came out. your mind blanked

this was the first time you messed up. all the previous practices were perfect, yet something was clearly different about this one since you stood there flushed and speechless

was it because there was an actual audience now with all their eyes on you and isaac confessing, even if it was just an act? but how could it be with the soft way he was looking at you?

then again, the rose colored stage lights shining on his face weren't helping one bit

the line still wasn't coming to you, and you were pretty sure isaac could tell. he knew he had to improvise

he pulled you in and closed the distance between your faces, turning your heads away from the audience.

your heart beated faster as he pulled away. you knew you couldn't continue in a daze, and thankfully snapped out of it, returning back to your professional self for the rest of the show.

afterwards, a lot of people came up to you, complimenting your work. throughout this, you couldn't get the kiss out of your mind. when he held your face, he put his thumb between your lips to make it seem real. you still felt his touch on your face

you looked over at isaac and overheard danny talking to him

"i see you used my acting tips. i really thought you guys kissed," he said to isaac

"yeah, i got caught up in the moment and decided to do that as improv."

"but i do wish we actually had kissed."

a/n: i'm sorry i took a little long on this! i got busy with exam season. i wrote the first two in under twenty mins, but got stuck on co-star for so long. (i did not plan on it being that long ahh) still, i'm glad i was able to finish it. i'm happy with how it came out and i feel so accomplished!! i hope you enjoyed it. if you'd like me to expand on any of these to make them a full oneshot let me know! feel free to also tell me which one was your favorite :))

#mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys #isaac garcia #isaac walter #isaac garcia x reader #isaac garcia x y/n

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kireivz · 4 months

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keia’s masterlist

‧₊❝ as long as i’m your darling angel, i don’t need anything in the world.

˚ · . back to nav

→˚₊· ꒰🌷꒱ my life with the walter boys

isaac garcia , (everything reminds me of you)

cole walter , (your pictures framed all over my room)

→˚₊· ꒰🪷꒱ call of duty: modern warfare

simon “ghost” riley , (i feel like the luckiest)

kyle “gaz” garrick , (every second that i’m your girl)

→˚₊· ꒰🌺꒱ criminal minds

spencer reid , (i wanna do everything with you)

derek morgan , (take the highs, i’ll take the lows)

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oscarisaacsspit · 2 years

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and when i say i want him to moan his own name for me i'm the weird one 🙄

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maggotzombie · 2 years

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moments like this ; santiago "pope" garcia

PAIRING — Santiago "Pope" Garcia (Triple Frontier) x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — If he was art, Santi would be a masterpiece and you’re a mere human being who can’t keep your hands to yourself while he sleeps. WORDS — 1k TW — just a whole lotta fluff, loads of giggles and good humor, Santi as the heart-eyes emoji, some language, implied smut (if you know, you know), kinda short too. A/N — My first Oscar fic and why not Santi, am I right? Also the first after a long hiatus (when I was thinking I wouldn't write ever again lol). So, enjoy and be sure I'll be back with more Santi hehe

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

A BREATHY GIGGLE PULLS HIM back to consciousness. Then Santi feels a warm hand on his bare back followed by the soft touch of lips. And another giggle.

Instantly, an easy smile spreads on his face before rolling to his back to look at you. You are kneeling on the bed with an amused look towards him. Santi can tell you aren’t awake for a long time as there are still lines from the pillow on your face and your hair has tangles from sleeping.

Your hand slides to rest on his stomach when he turns to you. “What are you up to, atrevida?” His voice is thick with sleep.

You bite your lip with a throaty chuckle. “Hi,” You say with mirth all over your voice.

Santi narrows his eyes before chuckling along with you. “Hi you, gorgeous.”

He bites his bottom lip as reaches to you under the covers - his hands running up your thighs, slightly squeezing your hips before grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him. You squeal, bracing yourself on the pillow beside his head.

Your laugh vibrates on both of your chests as you’re now sprawled against him and your man nuzzles your neck, chuckling at your mirth. “What were you doing?” Santi asks again, planting a kiss behind your ear.

Your skin prickles as goosebumps run through your body as you settle more comfortably against his warm body. You move away a bit to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss in which you sigh contently.

“Tell me,” He presses, pecking your chin sweetly.

“It’s nothing. it’s silly,” You finally say, giggling again at your thoughts.

“Vida,” Santi insists, raising an eyebrow while wicked fingers travel down your back.

You roll your eyes slightly, giving in. “You just have a… biteable back, I guess?” You say and laugh at the confused grimace he makes. “I told you it was silly!”

“What do you mean?” He asks in bewilderment.

“I don’t know,” You chuckle again, resting your forehead on his chest in thought. He has a faint smile on his lips and his eyes are on you when you look back at him. “Okay. Don’t get me wrong,” You start and he raises an eyebrow at that. “You have a very, very hot front, of course.”

“Mhmm,” Santi nods and flips you over on the bed.

You shriek and laugh loudly, now under him. The change of positions completely gets you off guard and your stomach gives delightful somersaults as your man hovers over you. The look of complete adoration and love in his eyes is making your heart burst.

“Go on,” He encourages, nuzzling your collarbone and planting a kiss on the base of your neck.

As a response, you try to block your neck with your shoulders. “You’re distracting me,” You accuse.

“Sorry,” He pecks your lips quickly before giving you his full attention.

You clear your throat and run your tongue over your lips to moist them, attracting Santi’s attention to it. “As I was saying; you have a very attractive front,” You emphasize your statement by reaching up and kissing his chest. “But you also have a very sexy back…”

Once again, as an emphasis, you run your fingers lightly down his back and you squeeze his magnificent ass when you reach it, biting down your lip and giggling.

“It’s biteable, you know?” You shrug nonchalantly.

A flush of blood instantly rushes straight to his dick and Santi’s brain freezes for a second or two, his eyes darkening with lust. You love the reaction you get from him and you watch his expressions changing.

But he recovers way too quickly.

“I know what you mean,” He nods, smiling at you smugly.

“Yeah?” You bob your eyebrows innocently.

“Sure. You have a very sexy back too, especially when you are on all fours, slamming your pussy on my dick,” He says.

Your mouth drops open at his crude words. “Santi!” You chide but start to laugh anyway.

“But I think I need to refresh my memories,” Your man drops his head to your neck and runs his tongue on your neck subtly while pressing his semi-hard cock against you not so subtly.

This time, your giggle follows a sigh of delight. “Oh, do you?” Your voice acquires tones of sultriness.

“Sí, mamacita,” Santi’s warm hands slip into your top.

Chuckling with mischief, you cup his face and bring his lips to yours.

It is very hard for you to say ‘no’ to Santi but it is very easy to say ‘yes’, especially on these occasions.

In a matter of seconds, he has your top off and the rest of your clothes follow it quickly. Needless to say, you refresh his memories and, just to cover all the bases, do much more than that.

If you two were in a good mood before, now it’s even better but covered in sweat. “Feel free to wake me up like this more often,” Santi sighs happily as you both bask in the afterglow.

He’s resting his forehead on your chest as you run your nails on the back of his head. You laugh at his request and kiss the top of his head, making him raise his head to look at you.

“We should stay in bed the whole day,” He says with those heart eyes.

Sighing contently too, you stretch your arms over your head. “I’m hungry though,” You squeeze his sides with your thighs, keeping his body securely atop of yours.

“Yeah, we worked quite an appetite, huh?” Santi smirks, proud of himself.

You chuckle, pulling his face closer. “And I could use a shower, as well,” You kiss him.

“Oh…” Mischief lights up in his face again. “I got you,” He bites his lip and scoops you up on his arm.

You can’t hold the bubbly laugh that escapes you as he carries you to the ensuite bathroom with your arms and legs wrapped on his body. “Not that kind of shower!” Your squeal falls on deaf ears.

“¡No te entiendo! No hablo ingles,” He says, making you laugh harder.

“You cheeky bastard,” You look at his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, vida,” Your man kisses you under the spray of the water.

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