#santiago pope garcia imagine

[bits-and-babs]

dads best friend! santiago…. been thinking about it a lot lately..

Interdickt || Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader

-> Rating: 18 +

-> Word Count: 3.8k

-> Your father invites Santiago around for dinner every Thursday, but he’s far more interested in eating you.

CW/TW: Christian household, implied age gap, p in v sex, unprotected sex, voyurism.

You’re not sure when Santiago’s hungry gaze readjusted it’s sharp-shooter focus on your face rather than the plate of food you spent meticulously cooking just for him. Regardless, Santi was utterly shameless in the way he greedily observed your body despite sitting just beside your father.

“It looks delicious, Reinita.” His eyes are set firmly on you as he offers his compliments, making it obvious to you alone that it certainly wasn’t the food he wanted to take a bite of. Heat burns on your cheeks as you settle into your seat, giving a meek ‘thank you’ in return.

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia was a frequent visitor to your house, making himself at home every Thursday at your father’s request. The two had exchanged fire with the Colombian cartels when they served together in the Delta Force while maintaining peace in the Triple Frontier. That was before your father took a career ending bullet to the shoulder and Pope became a Private Military Advisor for the Colombian army.

Hoping to maintain their relationship, your father often asked Santi over on his only day off work for dinner every Thursday. He had never failed to attend, claiming that the food you made was better than anything he could make in his ‘shitty old apartment’.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t put in obscene amounts of effort in the attempt to impress your fathers handsome friend. It wasn’t unheard of for you to spend all week planning what to cook for him, his salt and pepper curls and warm, bronze irises at the front of your mind with every ingredient choice, or while flipping through the pages of your cookbook.

His name for you rings in your mind like an echo in a cavern. Reinita. Little Queen. You know he’d picked it because your father also called you the pet name. But when Santiago said it, it held so much more conviction. It wasn’t affectionate, it dripped like molasses from his lips, the roll of his ‘r’ like a rumble in his chest, the kind that left you weak at the knees and he knows it.

This wasn’t the first time Santiago’s eyes strayed from the plate, eyeing you from across the table with a hunger that food couldn’t possibly satiate, but this was the first time you found his gaze almost savage, branding your skin with a prickling heart that settled in your abdomen.

You clear your throat weakly under the intensity of his gaze, feeling it drag across your exposed skin in the sundress you wore. Columbia was scorching at this time of year, the sunshine almost oppressive. You had worn the summer dress, loose and flowy, to keep cool in the kitchen while you cooked- it wasn’t your fault that it just happened to get Santiago going as a result.

“Say grace,” your father points out, apparently needing to remind you of a lifelong tradition simply because Santiago had rattled you so much with his intense gaze. You hadn’t even realised that you’d reached for your cutlery in the state that he’d left you in!

“Ah-“ you’re quick to correct yourself, despite the soft chuckle from the opposite end of the table. Lacing your fingers, you bow your head in supplication and close your eyes to ensure that Santiago is out of sight, taking a deep breath in. “Father, You are mighty and strong to sustain our bodies. Thank You for the meal we are about to enjoy. Praise You for meeting our physical needs of hunger and thirst…”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but when you trail off your eyes immediately flick up to catch sight of Santiago. He’s watching you, the blacks of his pupils fervent with a sinful need and his eyelids heavy. It’s obscene, the way he looks at you, and you momentarily forget yourself, the direction of your praise obliterated.

Caught off guard, you see the way your fathers eyes open in question and you scurry to finish your acknowledgment. “We pray that we will be energized and be able to work for the glory of Your Kingdom. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!”

“Amen,” both men respond as you reach for your glass of water, desperate to just cool down for a moment. The clinking of cutlery being lifted from the tabletop sounds almost immediately, and you’re relieved to have Santiago’s attention focused on something other than you.

The two men eat in silence, comfortable with each other’s company after years of service together. You, however, find the quiet stifling, almost afraid your father will hear the rapping of your heart against the bone of your sternum.

The soft rumble of a moan sounds from across the table, jolting you from your thoughts. Santiago’s eyes are closed, lips around the fork as he hummed in praise of your cooking. Arousal lurches in your abdomen, staring as he chews slowly and settles his focus on you once more.

“Reinita,” he hums, pointing towards the food, “This is your best yet.” You had really pulled out all the stops today, settling for Vatapá. Fish, shrimp, coconut milk, manioc flour, dendê palm oil, and cashews, the tropical flavours paired with steamed rice seemed like the perfect accompaniment to the hot weather that you’d been experiencing, while also being substantial enough to fill both men's stomachs.

“Oh- You’re too kind, Santi, thank you,” you laugh weakly, shifting your own food around the plate as you watch him shake his head.

“Not at all, it’s perfect,” he promised you, his stunning smile practically knocking you breathless. Perfect. It’s all you wanted to be for him, refusing to settle for anything less. Another nervous smile and he releases you from his all consuming gaze, allowing you a moment's respite from the agonising need that had possessed you from the moment he walked through the door.

Instead, his conversation turns to your father’s attention, informing him of his latest mission against the cartels. You had always found Santi brave for his undertaking against Lorea, if a little stupid. Every hit man and his dog would be after him soon if he continued to piss off the gang leaders by picking off their coke ‘dens’. He had always promised to never allow the wolves to reach your door, but even you weren’t naive enough to think he could control them like that.

It’s your turn to ogle him shamelessly while his attention is elsewhere. His stubble has grown out, peppering his jaw with a greying five-o’clock shadow. His curls, coloured in a similar nature, are cropped short, and you long to tell him to let them grow a little- give you something to grab. His skin is tanned with a healthy, olive glow after spending hours out in the oppressive sun on raids, his khaki green cotton t-shirt aiding the overall bronzed look.

It was torturous, seeing him dressed in something even as simple as this. On any other man, a t-shirt is just that. But on Santiago, it framed his form just perfectly, like he’d purposely bought one just a little too small for him so it defined his pectorals in a way that had you practically drooling. His golden chain peeks out from underneath the material, and you can’t help but think about the way you’d always notice it decorating the silvery surgery scar at the nape of his neck-

“Reinita?” Santiago’s voice cuts through your atrociously obscene thoughts, jolting you back to reality. He’s watching you with an arched brow, one you’d imagine him wearing before he pulled you across his lap, lifted your flowery dress skirts and spanked you.

“Mhm- I’m sorry, what was the question again?” You ask, voice a little airy and breathless. You hated the way you couldn’t contain your composure like Santi, could always feel your fathers watchful eyes. Consistently wondering whether he would realise that you so desperately wanted to straddle the lap of his best friend, the person he took a bullet for.

“I said that your father had mentioned a barbecue in a few weeks time, when I have some extra leave,” he mused, noting your nervousness, “That way I’d be able to help you out with the cooking.”

Oh.

It was as though your body had been set alight like barbecue coals, the feast already having started. You could imagine it now, Santiago stood over the grill with his shirt off in the face of the flames. His chain would glint in the sunlight, and he would unhook a tea towel from the waistband of his cargos to wipe the sweat that had gathered on his forehead and chest.

“Ah- It sounds like a wonderful idea!” You return quickly, noting the silence you had accidentally answered his proposition with. “I would love to try your food.”

“I bet you would,” he smirks, lips pulling up to show a hint of his perfect white teeth. He waits until you notice the suggestion in his tone, observes your face for recognition of his secret proposition before follow quickly up with; “It must be difficult to put the effort in on your own every week.”

Nodding weakly, you clear your throat. In a desperate attempt to escape from the scrutiny of your father and the intensity of Santiago’s relentless teasing, you pick your almost full plate off the table and begin to clear up as your father finishes his meal.

“You’ve barely eaten,” he points out, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“I’m not hungry, I’ll have it for lunch tomorrow,” you assert, reaching across to collect Santiago’s empty plate, who in turn attempts to keep it out of reach.

“I can wash my own,” he says, trying to help you but inevitably making your predicament worse.

“That’s not necessary,” you attempt to force his hand and surprisingly, despite your lack of conviction, he extends the plate to you. Laying his plate on top of the others, the soft clink of the plate being stacked is much like a school bell, dismissing you from the table and allowing you to breathe as you scurry into the kitchen and out of the metaphorical frying pan.

The moment you turn the faucet, the sound of the running water eases you into a routine you’re beyond familiar with that brings you a sense of ease. It went the same way every single Thursday. Santi would come over, you would present the meal, then he and your father would drink whiskey in the living room while you washed up. This was custom, ordinary.

The sound of Metallica playing on the radio in the living room spills into the kitchen as the sink fills. The heavy electric guitar screams from the speakers, even all the way down the hall. Santiago’s music choices never seemed to fit with an evening dinner theme, but your father never had any issue in blowing his own eardrums out to entertain his guest.

Filling up the sink with hot water, you squirt in some dish soap. It’s a simple scent of lemon, but the warmth of the running water coats the room in the citrus as foam begins to cover the surface. It smells like home.

Working through each of the plates, you scrape leftovers into the bin before soaking the dishes in the warm water. When satisfied they had soaked long enough, you scrub the plates, running them under the faucet to wash off the remaining suds before leaving them on the draining board to dry.

Perhaps it’s odd, but you find the repetitive action relaxing. Able to focus on each step of the process, it allows your overactive mind to rest for a moment, to block the ever-constant thoughts of Santiago Garcia at bay while you work to get through the mountain of dishes. That is, until you feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“Fuck, look at you…”

Your body jolts violently, shocked by his sudden appearance and the skim of his lips against the curve of your neck. The scratch of his beard against your shoulder makes you dizzy.

“Santiago! You scared me!” You gasp breathlessly, the air having been knocked from your lungs at such a fright. His chest is pressed to your back, fingers working their way onto your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. If the shock left you breathless, his hungry touch was slowly suffocating you.

“I can’t take it any longer,” he groans softly, fingers digging into your hip bones as he peppers the side of your neck with open-mouthed kisses, his desperation apparent in the way he clings to you. “I have to fuck you.”

The words, murmured into the skin that coats your jugular, make your blood run hot. He wants you. Wants you just as badly as you need him. His hands skin up your waistline slowly, squeezing at the flesh there as he continued to kiss and suck at your neck. You should be telling him not to do that, fearing your father might notice any blemishes his affections left behind, but it felt so good to finally have his lips on you.

“Santi-“ you gasp as he splays his palm across the span of your shoulder blades, pushing you firmly against the kitchen counter. The water that had splashed from the faucet onto the counter had gone cold, soaking through the thin fabric of your summer dress and soaking the material in dark splotches that cool your skin against his fiery affection.

You breathe unevenly, nerves building in your stomach as you feel his booted foot kick your ankles apart. Despite his forward nature, Santi’s hands are gentle across your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your shoulder as he presses his body against yours. “I’m sorry Reinita. We have to be quick.”

You nod quickly, understanding exactly what he means. The door is wide open, the heavy beat of the Metallica album playing loudly and bouncing off the corridor walls. Your father could wander in at any moment and see Santiago, his best friend of decades, taking his little girl across his own kitchen counter.

Santiago’s hips are pressed into your ass, and you can feel his erection pressing urgently against the curve of your ass. He can’t help himself, choking out when he grinds into you, tightening his grip on your waist in a desperate attempt to hold himself together. He sounds utterly destroyed, the idea of having you at last eating him alive like all those nights you’d lay in bed, too hot for the comforter as you imagined his hands wandering around your body. At some point it has stopped being an imagination, and formed into some kind of prayer, begging to feel that sensation just once.

Cool air hits the backs of your thighs when Santi hikes up the skirt of your dress towards your waist. You fumble to move your arms behind you and grab the hem to hold it in place, not wanting it to get in the way and waste precious seconds. Santiago hums, either in appreciation of your help or your pretty lace underwear, smoothing his palms over the globes of your ass. You can feel his calloused fingertips, weathered from years of serving his country and pulling triggers.

“Good Girl,” he murmurs, hand slipping between your thighs. A whimper sounds from the back of your throat as his fingers sweep over the wet patch in the lace, working to find your clit beneath the fabric. It doesn’t take him long, his fingertip nudging it blindly. It causes your knees to buckle, a moan slipping past your open mouth, jaw having dropped at the sensation.

“Sh sh, you need to be quiet,” he reminds you, chest arching over your back as you head his belt clink. Your mind is on a delay, one hand already reaching across the kitchen counter to grab a dishcloth. It’s damp in one corner, but sufficiently dry enough to use as something to bite down on- to muffle the moans he’d no doubt draw from you.

You have barely any time to establish your makeshift gag before Santiago is pushing your panties aside and releasing a groan of his own, the sound disturbed by him apparently biting down on his knuckle. “Fuck, look at you Reinita. You’re soaked. Did I do that to you? Hmm? Did thinking of me fucking you on your dining table make you this wet?”

The notch of his dick against your entrance has you gasping for breath, nodding in wordless agreement. You can’t even process words right now, let alone speak them with your rudimentary muzzle. Santi grits out a weak moan as he slips inside your pussy. You’re so wet, strung out from his needy gaze all night, that he manages to drive home with little to no resistance, the two of you letting out a shared sigh as he pushes his hips flush against yours.

“Mhmm… Fuck,” Santi holds your waist in a vice like grip, seemingly using you as an anchor not to cum straight away. It takes him a second to move, your walls fluttering around him as they attempt to adjust to his size. When he finds the strength to begin slipping out of you, the sound that rumbles in his chest is almost carnal. “Look at you creaming all over my cock. You- Hgnn, fuck-“

A ragged breath leaves him, suddenly beginning to piston his hips into you with an intensity that feels as though he’s jumped from 0 to 100. It’s ruthless, expelling all the air from your lungs through your gritted teeth into the rough material of the tea towel. It’s utterly debilitating, the way he holds your body down against the cool kitchen counter and fucks into you with a brutal pace.

Each bruising thrust has you gasping for breath, the citrus smell of the washing up liquid so strong you can almost taste it. It’s even worse when Santi rests his palm over your shoulder, using his strength to push you back onto his cock so it hits you even deeper, filling you completely each time his hips snap into yours. You’re sobbing weakly, tears welling in your eyes as he rips pleasure through your core.

“Shit- I need y-you to be qui-et, Princesa,” he grits through his teeth, his mouth much closer to your ear as he leans over you again. You can hear his exertion, every growl and gasp as you flutter around him. Mumbling a muffled ‘sorry’, you sob out again as he presses up against something utterly devastating inside you. It has your knees failing beneath you, and Santi is quick to have to hold you up.

“That it?” He pants softly, focusing intently on that one spot inside you that has you drooling around your temporary gag. You nod quickly, the pitch of your moans heightening to somewhat of a whine. You never thought you’d be thanking Metallica for their ear splitting music, but here you were.

“Good Girl,” he whispers, feeling your spine go rigid as you battle with your oncoming orgasm. “Oh that’s it, isn’t it Sweetheart? That’s where you need it. Come on.”

You whimper, nails digging fruitlessly into the kitchen counter as you slur around the material stuffed in your mouth that you’re going to cum. Santi seems to already know, his hand slipping around your body and rubbing tight little circles around your clit that cause pleasure to spark through your abdomen, everything pulling up tight.

“Come on baby,” Santi urges, and it’s the last thing you hear. The screeching music down the hall fades out almost instantly, the orgasm ripping through your body so suddenly that the world blurs in your vision. Every muscle in your body threatens to snap, a silent cry of bliss caught in your throat as Santi forces you to take his cock at that same pace, bearing down on you at a speed that has white spots appearing like stars in your line of sight.

It takes you a minute to realise you’re repeating something in your cries, the words muffled and distant to your own ears. Pleading and desperate as he continues to thrust into you with quiet groans of his own.

Santi, Santi, Santi-

“Oh fuck,” you hear him groan, his thrusts faltering as he grasps desperately at your hips. “Oh fuck, I’m gunna cum- Hah- Can I-“ He doesn’t even finish his sentence before you’re ripping the cloth from your mouth, telling him yes yes yes.

You didn’t need to tell him twice, Santi’s hips slowing as his body jolts with pleasure. You feel him pulse inside you, cumming with thick spurts and hear the grunts and groans of satisfaction as he slows his pace down to a stop,

Panting heavily, Santi leaves his cock inside you as he attempts to gather himself, and with your legs too shaky to place all your weight onto, you keep your upper body leant across the kitchen counter. Eventually, the exhausted breaths turns to a fit of giggles, the two of you realising the risk you both took.

“You okay?” He murmurs softly into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slowly eases his cock out of you. You nod, leaning into his kiss before slowly standing up. Looking over your shoulder at him, Santi is rearranging himself, zipping up his jeans and rebuckling his belt.

He helps you smooth down your skirt to look presentable, his hands passing over your sore hips gently. You can’t help but smile as you look up at him, take in his pretty tan and his long lashes. He’s intoxicating, has a far stronger aftertaste to any wine you could have served on the table this evening.

“Can we do this again?” You whisper to him, hoping it doesn’t appear as though you’re begging him. But you are. You are begging him. You’d get right down on your knees on this kitchen floor, his cum sliding down the inside of your thighs as you plead with him to see you like this again. To touch you like this again.

Santiago looks at you as if you’re crazy, and your heart sinks for a second thinking he was about to turn you away, now that he’d got what he wanted from you. But he smiles softly. “Of course we can. I have that barbecue to man next week, remember?”

You smile so wide that it hurts.

It’s then that the two of you hear a shout from the corridor, your father leaning out of the living room door to look into the kitchen and causing you both to jump. “Pope, you’re missing all the best songs!”

He laughs loudly, turning to your father with a grin. Throwing you a wink, Santi calls back. “Coming!”

END

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 16- Lap Dance

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), sexworker reader (respectfully), reader wears a sparkly bra and thigh highs, slapping, riding, protective!Santi, pining, one mention of Santi's round ass lol, no use of y/n

Notes- This is so on brand for me it's not even funny lol. And I definitely had fun writing this one! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Music pulsed through the club as Santiago Garcia made his way in. Flashing lights highlighted the silhouettes of the girls who danced on the stage, and there was glitter everywhere. Santi gave them a glance and a smile as he made his way to the bar; there was only one person he looked forward to seeing when he came here.

And his heart pounded in his chest when he laid his eyes on you. Your back was turned to him, but he knew your ass anywhere. The skimpy outfit complimented your figure, accentuating your features, and he couldn’t help but stare as you leaned forward slightly to reach for a drink to place on your tray. 

Santiago cleared his throat before he sauntered up to you, leaning in to murmur in your ear, “Looking good tonight, baby.”

You gasped for a moment before you recognized the voice. Your face softened as you turned to him, and you took a moment to admire his handsome features, “Santi…” you breathed as a smile lit up your face. But your tone dropped as you shimmied your shoulders, “What brings you back here tonight?”

He smirked as he rested a hand on your hip, “I think you know, baby,” he purred in your ear as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

Heat rose under your skin and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Your usual, then?” you bat your eyes at him.

Santi nodded, his gaze burning into you.

“Wait here,” you told him, “I gotta deliver these drinks then I’ll get someone to cover for me.”

Reluctantly, Santiago let go of you and his eyes never left you as you made your way through the crowd to the private tables. His fist clenched as he watched the way the men who sat there oogled you, and a sense of pride blossomed in his chest when you slapped a wandering hand off of your backside. You even used a wrist lock move that he taught you. Of course, Santiago wouldn’t hesitate to jump in if you needed him, but you had it handled and you walked away before he even had a chance to move.

“Follow me,” you slid a hand into his when you made your way back to him, “Let’s get some privacy.”

“Right behind you,” Santi cooed, “Wouldn’t want to miss the view.”

You laughed, “Your view ain’t bad either, Santi.”

He ran his thumb across your hand as you led him into the private rooms and shut the door. Knowing the routine, Santi sat in the chair in the middle of the small space as you turned on some music. Without another word, you swayed to the music as you made your way back to where he sat.

You straddled his lap, holding onto his shoulders as you moved your hips to the beat. You knew what you were doing as you kept yourself hovered over him, just brushing down to tease him once every few sways. It drove Santi wild, and he always craved more. He rested his hands on your hips to guide your movements gently; you were still in control for now.

“I missed you,” you admitted in a soft tone as you grinded your hips against his lap, “It’s been a while since you’ve been in.”

“I know, baby,” Santi ran his eyes up and down your body, “Shit happened.”

You pushed yourself up and turned around, rubbing your ass against Santi’s torso instead. Looking over your shoulder, you asked, “Want to talk about it?”

A flash of a frown glazed over his face. Santi didn’t want to be upset right now, not when he cradled your ass in his hands, “No,” he said plainly, “I just want you right now, baby.” Before he thought twice about it, Santi slapped your ass, pulling a moan from deep in your throat.

“Fuck,” you breathed as you turned back around and straddled his lap once more. This time, you lowered your body more against him, grinding your body against his quickly hardening cock.

Santiago wrapped his arms around you, yanking you even closer against his body. In a flash, he crashed his lips against yours in a desperate and heated kiss. You moaned into him as you rocked your body against his, only this time you lost the rhythm from being so consumed by his kiss.

“Baby,” he murmured against your lips.

Breaking away, you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze, and your heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at you. He was different from anyone else, and it wasn’t just his handsome face. You felt safe with Santi, and he always left you wanting more, when it should have been the other way around. What you didn’t know was how badly he craved you as well.

You whimpered as you lifted yourself enough to reach for his zipper. With excerpt precision from your occupation, you single-handedly opened his zipper and pulled out and length. A fire ignited behind your eyes as you pumped is cock a few times, and watched as he lost his composure for a moment.

“Shit baby,” Santi groaned.

You exhaled sharply with a grin as you squeezed his cock harder, thoroughly enjoying the way he turned into a mess under your touch, “You like that, Santi?” you purred.

“Yes,” he breathed, “But you know what I want,” he added, regaining his composure as you let go of his cock.

“I know,” you cooed as you ran your fingers through his curls, “I want you too, Santi.”

“Fuck,” he sighed as he watched you quickly strip yourself. He slipped off his shirt, desperate for as much skin to skin contact as he could get.

When you sat back down on his lap, you had nothing on but your thigh highs and tiny sparkly bra, something Santiago loved. He groaned as he cupped your breasts while you rocked your folds along his length.

“Santi…” you moaned as you held onto his shoulders, a jolt of electricity pulsing through you the moment you touched his skin.

“You ready, baby?” he asked in a low tone.

“Please,” you begged as you adjusted yourself to line up with his cock, “Santi…”

Perhaps a little too quickly, you sat yourself down in his lap once more, this time with his cock deep inside you. In one swift movement, Santiago was suddenly buried in your pussy, and both of you gasped loudly. You collapsed into his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“You alright, baby?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good,” he growled as he bucked his hips up into you, causing you to moan into his shoulder.

Finding your rhythm once more, you lifted yourself up to meet his gaze and rocked your body in time with his. Together the two of you found a beat all your own as you writhed against each other on the chair.

“Fuck,” you both breathed at the same time.

“I’ve missed this pussy,” Santi growled, “Missed you.”

Your mouth dropped open as his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you, “Santi… Fuck…”

“Cum for me, baby,” he sped up his thrusts from underneath you, groaning as you dug your nails into his skin.

The room spun as your climax hit without warning, and your limbs trembled as you came hard. You gushed against your bodies as he pounded into you from below, talking you through your orgasm until his own hit. With just a few more thrusts, Santiago came deep inside you, shivering and groaning your name as he spilled himself inside you.

When you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, you fell forward into Santiago’s strong chest, and he caught you without hesitation. Together, you breathed heavily as you both came down from your highs, still connected together as you sat on the chair.

“You ok, baby?” he asked as he ran his fingers up and down your back.

“Perfect,” you murmured with a smile as you closed your eyes contently.

As much as you wanted to stay here like this with Santiago, you couldn’t be gone long, you were still at work after all. With a reluctant grumble, you pushed yourself up, watching with awe as Santiago’s softening cock slid out of you. He reached for his shirt as you dressed yourself. You hated that your time with him was limited, but such was the nature of your occupation.

Santiago hated it just as much as you did. “Those guys give you any trouble earlier?” he asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you replied as you turned back to him, “Just some guys who have trouble with the no touching rule.”

He frowned, “How about I stick around for a bit and make sure those assholes keep their hands to themselves,” and off my girl, he added in his head. Santi knew you knew what came with your job. He was fine with it, but he also wanted to make sure you were safe and alright. That was more important to him than anything else. 

Your face softened, “I’d like that.”

He stood and cupped your face, “If you want,” he started as his lips hovered over yours, “I can take you home tonight too.” Santi couldn’t take it any longer, and he took his shot.

You closed the gap between your lips as you clung to him, “I’d like that too,” you repeated in a low tone, “I was waiting for you to ask me that.”

Santiago almost couldn’t believe your reply, but he had never been happier nonetheless, “Good,” his tone dropped, “Then I can show you what I can really do… when I can take my time with you.”

“Can’t wait,” you smiled widely as you kissed him again.

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[jake-g-lockley]

I feel like Santiago Garcia barely gets any fluff content. Prompt 24. “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” Would be so pleasant with him, please with a cherry on top!

Here With You (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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A/N: You’re so right for this, yes we need more Santi fluff <3 Thanks for the ask, sweet nonnie!

Word count: 714 words

Warnings: A little bit of parental angst (you know the usual)

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You storm into your shared apartment, throwing the door open and letting it hit the wall with a bang. You were fuming, angry at the way the lunch with your mother went. You knew it was going to be like this, full of arguments, disagreements and just plain insulting. You have brought yourself up over the past few years, indirectly cutting yourself off from your parents and never relying on them ever since you entered university. 

You decided to give it a chance a few weeks ago, when your mother finally contacted you, asking to see you. You craved simple love, the love that your parents would most definitely provide you if they chose to try. You had made sure that the lunch would go perfectly, booking the best restaurants and making sure that her dietary needs were satisfied, but most importantly, you made sure you were on your best behaviour. 

But no matter how hard you tried, your mother always got on your nerves, lighting every single one of them on fire and you began to argue with her. You got up, paid the bill and left, your head hot with all of the thoughts you had meant to say to your mother. Now, you were home and you wanted to scream and kick everything that came across you. Before you tried to do anything, a blurry figure ran out of the kitchen, clutching a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other, wearing your eggplant designed apron. 

“What the hell?! Is everything okay?” Santiago Garcia lowered his makeshift weapons and stared at you incredulously. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry Santi, didn’t mean to burst in like that.” you said, your anger quickly turning into guilt.

Ex military Santiago Garcia didn’t like loud noises and you felt like an idiot, not remembering your roommate and his very real PTSD. 

“You didn’t answer my question, are you okay?” he asked again, inching closer to you, his voice softer this time. 

In that moment, everything came crashing down on you and you ran into Santi’s arms. You hugged him tightly and started to sob, every cell in your body breaking down from the strain that is your parents. You felt Santi pull the both of you down with his body frame, setting the cooking utensils aside and pulling you into his lap properly, letting you sob into his chest as you mumbled garbage that you thought was coherent.

“It's okay, dulce niña, let it out, you’re okay, you’re here now and I’m here with you.” Santiago whispered through your sobs as you shook against his hard body. 

He caressed your hair and rocked you, lulling you into a soothed state, leaving you only with hiccups after he had dried your tears with the edge of the eggplant apron he was wearing. You emerged from his chest a few minutes later, once you had fully calmed down, rubbing your nose with your sweater sleeve. You came face to face with Santiago’s worried eyes and you gave him a small smile, indicating that you were feeling a lot better.

You looked down and your eyes caught the huge wet patch on Santi’s shirt that had formed from your crying session. 

“Oh, god, Santi, your shirt! I’m so sorry.” you said, trying to rub at the wet patch with your sleeves but to no avail. 

Santiago caught your arms with a chuckle.

“That’s alright, dulce niña, I was planning to throw this shirt out anyway.” he said with a grin.

You nodded before realising that he was messing with you. 

“You dick!” you punch him affectionately before throwing your arms around his neck again. 

“Thanks, Santi.” you mumble into his shoulder. 

“You do know that if you need to talk, I’m always here right?” he whispers back, making your heart swell with happiness.

“I know, and I love you for that.” you say, bringing your face slightly forward and kissing his cheek. 

“I know you’re judging my cooking, I made spaghetti and you’re not having any.” He said, before deploying a tickle attack, making you squeal and scream, desperate to get away from his claws. 

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kinktober '22 ║ XIV

pairing: dbf!santiago garcia x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.4k

summary: santi comes to your room for a visit at 3 AM.

warnings: dad's best friend santiago, dry humping, quiet sex, dirty talk, squirting, breeding kink in the form of speech, biting, fingering

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If a needle so happened to fall, it would echo within the silent house with ease. You left your door slightly open before you head to bed. Your parents are sound asleep and when you glimpse at the dimmed screen of your phone you see that it’s nearing 3 AM. You place the phone on the bedside table a bit louder than you intended, Santiago was in town and came for a visit. Beer and wine bottles were opened, a fine feast that all of you enjoyed to the fullest. While you drank your full, you constantly felt Santiago’s eyes constantly moving along your frame. It made you feel heated, especially since your parents were also there. 

You half expected him to come visit you in the silence of night, which is why you have a perpetual pout on your face. Maybe you should just go to sleep. If he was going to come he would’ve by now. With a sigh you rub your eyes with the heel of your palms–

And that is exactly when the door creaks open, silent footsteps crawling inside your bedroom. 

You flinch, for a moment your brain tricks you into thinking it might be someone breaking in. But when you see the familiar curls of pepper and salt, you relax back into the sheets. The street light casts a soft yellow hue across his tanned skin, he slowly pushes the door closed. He smiles as he takes a seat on the bed, his hand immediately finding the curve of your thigh. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispers, hand sliding up your leg, your breath hitches. “Your dad wanted one last drink,” 

“Oh?” you say, throat unbelievably dry. “I thought he already went to sleep,” 

Silence fills the void between you two, you attempt to swallow with hopes to bring some relief to yourself. But you’re too focused on the hand now massaging your thigh, this isn’t your first time with him, and you doubt it’ll be the last. Noticing the way your eyes linger on his hand, he moves towards the wall and pulls you to his lap. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and you wearing a pair of comfortable –but rather short– pajama bottoms. Your hands on his broad shoulders, you experimentally grind down, the shaft of his cock digging between your clothed folds. You let out a whimper, thighs already starting to tremble. 

Santiago guides the sloppy roll of your hips, his fingers slowly sneaking under your loose shirt and stroking the warmth of your skin. You echale a  shuddered breath, nails biting into his skin. 

“Always so eager for me,” he hums, lifting his hips and pulling you down on to him, you squeal. “I think I can make you come like this pretty girl, but you need to be silent,” 

“Easier said than done,” 

Your breathing is shallow, barely keeping it together as wetness grows between your legs. You can feel him getting bigger with every roll of your hips. Your short shorts pushed up by the movements of your hips, he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass and leans closer, brushing his lips against yours. He doesn’t kiss you, and that alone sends a spike of hunger through you. With hooded eyes, you attempt to move closer to him but he movies away, his lips still only a millimeter away. Santiago grins, an expression so beautiful yet aggravating. He angles his hips so that his length brushes against your aching clit, when it does you moan into his mouth, your lungs collapsing in on themselves as you fall forward, your forehead snug against his.

He tusks, a large hand covering your mouth. 

“You gotta be silent bonita, do you want your dad to hear how well you’re grinding down on me?” 

“N-No,” 

“Then be silent,” he hisses, lips touching your earlobe. His other hand sneaks between your legs, fingers adding to the pressure. You jump, nostrils flaring as a choked out moan gets absorbed into his palm. “You’re so fucking wet, I want you to make a mess– Can you do that for me? Will you make everything all nice and wet for me?” 

Eyes wide, you nod eagerly, movements becoming uneven. His thumb stays on your clit, drawing quick circles as he continues to guide you, canting his clothed hips into your drenched pussy. Another whimper seeps into his palm, the same hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you forward as he clashes your lips together. He swallows your moans, your whimpers. He always treats you so well. Your hands shakily make a nest at his chest, fingers trembling as they grip the soft fabric of his shirt.

Fear circulates your pleasure induced mind, something big is building up, something devastating. He licks into your mouth, unaware of your nearing breakdown. Tears flood your eyes, thighs tensing as you start to bounce up and down, growing desperate. Santiago smiles into the kiss, swallowing another moan. You feel him pressing his lips into you harder, he’s consuming you, every noise, every breath– You understand why when his fingers sneak up from the corner of your shorts, he feels your wetness bare, slick dripping down all the way to his wrists. 

“Did you finger yourself before I came to your room?”

Your tongue unable to form the words, you only shake your head. His eyes roll back as he tilts his head, jaw clicking, the pads of his fingers roughly start to move against your clit. Before you can scream out, he shoves your face into his neck, you inhale his scent. He smells of gunpowder which does nothing other than stir you on. 

“Baby you feel so good, your pussy feels so good– Can’t believe you’re this fucking wet– I hate that I can’t fuck you full of me,” 

You groan into his neck, pussy clenching around nothing, more slick gushing out of your needy cunt. When you speak, your teeth move along his skin. 

“Fuck, say that again Santi,” 

“Say what?” His voice is dangerously low, laced with something dark and sinister. “You want me to tell you how badly I wish I could cum inside of you? How I want to fuck you stupid, then watch my cum dripping out of you? Fuck– I want it so bad bebita, I curse everyday that we didn’t meet somewhere else. If we did, this pussy would be full already,” 

Your moans gradually becoming louder, it takes you everything not to bite into his skin. Your whole body is shuddering as if you’re left in snow, pleasure raking across your skin and a flame burning your inside with the skillful movement of his fingers. 

“You’re being loud again,” he rasps, pinning your hips down into his with an especially rough hold. “You can bite me, I don’t care,” 

And you do. 

He hisses at the sharp pain but is quick to ignore it, you know that he’s felt more pain than this; a bullet wound, a knife gash across his chest– But still, you can’t help but tentatively lick the dents you make after each time he makes you want to scream. 

Your orgasm hits you harder than anything has ever before. It’s intense. A shattering feeling that makes you almost draw blood from the man underneath you. You feel the way he clenches his jaw, every muscle taut as he helps you ride out your orgasm, the movements of his hips tender and fingers drawing slower circles. 

When you finally settle down a bit, you pull away, he follows you and meets you halfway with a sloppy kiss. He removes his hand from underneath and strokes between your legs, your shorts are completely drenched, soaked with your own slick. You hiss out a breath, still sensitive from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“What about you?” you whisper into his lips. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly happy to just be feeling you like this,” 

You hum, a lazily smile stretching across your lips. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” 

Without saying anything Santiago grabs your phone, his face lights up as he checks the time. 5 AM. 

“We have time,” he mutters. He slides down into a laying position and hugs your flush against his body. “We drank a lot, I doubt anyone will be up at six,” 

“Yeah, me too…” 

You fall asleep with the feeling of Santiago’s fingers scratching your scalp, the last thing you remember is the sound of him humming a spanish song. 

When you wake up he’s not there, the sound of breakfast being prepared coming from downstairs.  

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Heartbreak Feels So Good Part 2

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Plus Size F! Reader

The only sound to be heard were the birds chirping happily outside of your house, singing their songs without a care in the world. Santi took a slow deep breath and turned back towards your bedroom. There was a crossroads ahead of him and this wasn’t something he could just handle on his own, not when you were involved. a/n:we have smut again in this chapter! so minors DNI, no real warnings but if there are any please let me know! feedback is much appreciated Part 1

The only sound to be heard were the birds chirping happily outside of your house, singing their songs without a care in the world. Santi took a slow deep breath and turned back towards your bedroom. There was a crossroads ahead of him and this wasn’t something he could just handle on his own, not when you were involved. Frankie was no longer an issue at this point and time, he knew that things weren’t going to ever evolve. When he stepped into the room he smiled softly at your still sleeping form. Santi wasn’t much of a heavy sleeper anymore which could be considered a good thing at times. Right now all he wanted to do was crawl into your bed and pull you into his embrace. Without giving himself any room to doubt he did just that, pressing your bodies flush together beneath the warm comforter. Your room was downright freezing, which felt appropriate considering the ruthless heat outside.

“You should’ve woken me up, I can handle seeing him,” You dragged your nails along his forearm gently, feeling goosebumps rise over the skin quickly.

“I know but I figured after yesterday the last thing you would’ve wanted was to talk to him so soon,” Plus he and Frankie were friends first, it softened the blow that he knew would come eventually.

You rolled over so you were facing Santi, running your hand over his thick stubble. You could still feel the way your thighs burned from the night before. Maybe you could convince him to grow a beard and let you ride his face.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” You pressed a kiss to his lips, slipping your arms around his neck.

Santi’s arms wrapped around your waist slowly, pressing his hardening cock against your sensitive cunt. Neither of you were sure how long you’d last after the intense session you’d had the night prior. Santi pulled away from the kiss, trailing his lips from your jaw down to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“Fuck,” Your moans were breathy, hands squeezing the muscles of his back tightly.

“Just lay back and enjoy yourself,” His eyes lowered from your face down to your chest, groaning deep in his chest at how utterly perfect you were.

Santi had been with his fair share of partners in his days, but no one could compare to how utterly breathtaking you were. It felt like you were made for him, but he had been to blind to see it until you were both pushed together. Maybe the universe was trying to tell him something important.

“If you’re too sore let me know right away okay?” Santi didn’t want to hurt you in the slightest, not unless you were feeling nothing but pure pleasure.

“Safe word is pineapple,” You were shocked at how quickly the words came out, but with the way his hands were sliding between your thighs it was hard to even think straight.

“Good girl,” Santi slid two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them slightly as he watched your face for any reaction.

Your eyes slammed shut, back arching as you nearly screamed his name. You’d worried you’d be too sore, but with how gentle he was being there was no way you could stop. Santi leaned down, taking your clit between his lips and sucking harshly. Your slick was dripping down his hand onto the sheets below, reminding him of how well he’d made you cum last night. He searched for that spongy spot he’d found last night, reveling when he felt your legs start to shake. 

“Santi, holy fuck ‘m gonna cum!” You could hardly pull in enough air as your orgasm washed over you, knocking out your senses entirely.

Santi didn’t stop his fingers, nor did he stop the way he licked at your clit. You reached down to push him away, becoming overstimulated with the pleasure he was inflicting on you. He pulled back with a chuckle, gently easing his fingers out so as not to hurt you. Your chest was rising and falling harshly, arm thrown over your eyes as you struggled to come back to earth.

“If you don’t get your cock in me within the next few seconds I may just die,” Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic, but Santi was a god in bed.

“We wouldn’t want that to happen now would we?” Santi crawled up your body slowly, prying your thighs apart as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out of your lips, hands grabbing onto his sides for leverage. The air felt thicker as Santi’s eyes landed on yours, an unspoken agreement passed between the two of you as he slipped his cock into your body. As your head began to fall back into the pillows Santi’s hand grabbed the hinge of your jaw. He was making sure that the two of you didn’t lose eye contact for even a second. A gush of slick poured out of you as Santi was fully seated inside of your dripping cunt.

“You’re gonna look at me while I fuck you, is that understood?” Nothing could ever top this, you nodded as best you could seeing as he was still holding your face.

“Yes,” Verbal consent was always appreciated, even if you could barely talk.

“That’s my good girl,” Santi slid his hand down so it was resting against your throat, applying a small amount of pressure.

Your thighs tightened around his waist, nails digging into the skin on his sides. This man was bringing out kinks you didn’t even realize you had. Santi didn’t waste another second before pulling back and slamming his hips harshly against yours. Even with the orgasms from the night before, and very recently, Santi’s cock was still stretching you to the limit. No one would ever be able to measure up to him, and by god if you were ever going to willingly let him go.

“So fucking tight hermosa, no one else gets to fuck this pussy except for me,” Santi growled with each harsh thrust, hand tightening on your throat even more.

“Only you Santi!” Your vision was starting to darken, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him.

Santi seemed to have sensed that you weren’t getting enough air, loosening his grip but still keeping his hand around your throat. You hadn’t even noticed how close your orgasm was until you were hit full force with it, Santi’s name being torn from your lips as you came. He wasn’t far behind you, pressing his hips flush to yours as he came. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hoping to prolong the moment for even longer. Santi smiled into the kiss, pulling out carefully and heading into the bathroom to grab a clean rag. You wanted to protest and tell him to use the one from last night, but he was gone before you could utter a word. Once he came back out into the bedroom, clean rag in hand, he spent most of his time cleaning your thighs. You were shocked to see how much slick there was, had he really turned you on that much?

“I know we have to talk about everything, but I just want to make sure you’re good first,” Santi wiped the dried cum, and the new cum from your cunt gently.

Your heart swooned, none of your past partners had even offered to help clean you up after having sex. Were your standards really that low that a man doing the bare minimum was getting you all hot and bothered again?

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I really do like you Santi and I want to see where this can lead,” You’d tried to broach the subject in the past with no luck, and then with Frankie getting clingy.

No, he hadn’t been getting clingy, he just didn’t realize you had feelings and did things that made the both of you feel better in your own ways.

“Well in that case, could I take you on a date?” Santi looked nervous, an expression you hadn’t seen on his face in years.

“That would be lovely,” You wanted to pull him down into the bed and kiss the worry off his face entirely.

Lucky for you Santi had a better idea and climbed in beside you, pulling you into his side so that your head was lying on his chest. The position comforted you almost instantly, relaxing into his soft chest as his fingers combed through your hair. The two of you knew almost everything about one another, so the small talk wouldn’t be awkward at least. Now all you had to worry about was what to wear to dinner.

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It had been nearly three years since your first date with Santi, and while there were definitely some bad days, the good days outweighed them all. You had both decided to keep quiet about your relationship for the first few weeks, deciding to test the waters. Once it was clear that the two of you would last longer than a summer fling you decided to tell everyone. Benny hadn’t been surprised that Santi was dating someone, saying that he’d “all but sworn off flirting”. Will was shocked to say the least, but he still pulled you both into a tight hug, congratulating you both. Tom hadn’t been able to make it so you sent a picture of the two of you with the caption “we’re dating!”.

Frankie was where you’d gotten nervous, he hadn’t taken too kindly to Santi taking you home that fateful night in the first place. However after the news broke he stood up and hugged you both separately, whispering something to Santi in spanish you couldn’t understand. When he’d hugged you it felt like everything was finally clicking into place. You’d been hurting trying to let go of your feelings, and Santi was the only person to help you move on. Frankie had said the two of you made an amazing couple, and that if he hurt you Frankie would kill him. You knew right away he was serious, any of the boys would hurt anyone you were dating.

Which is what brings us back to the present, and watching Santi run around the living room like a mad man because Frankie’s daughter has just learned how to walk. It was a shock to hear that he was becoming a parent so quickly, but seeing the way they looked at each other was enough. They got married just a few weeks before little Lillian was born, inviting just their closest friends and family to attend. Santi had looked gorgeous in his suit, which you of course ripped off later that night as he fucked you in the kitchen.

“She’s going to be a handful when she learns how to properly run,” You were sipping your coffee in the doorway, twirling the brand new ring on your finger.

“Do not remind me, Frankie’s already panicking enough because she’s walking away whenever he has his back turned,” Santi grabbed Lily with a triumphant ‘ah ha!’, laughing as she squirmed and giggled.

While she had her fathers eyes, she looked identical to her mother. Frankie had been nervous she would end up with his nose and get bullied. You assured both him and Viv that no matter what their daughter was going to be an adorable child who was very loved. Luckily for you you’d been right, Lily did seem to have Frankie’s curls as well though.

“What does he expect her to do, she’s learning how to do all of these new things so rapidly it’s a shock for her,” You had offered to babysit her overnight so Frankie and Viv could have a date night, Viv was beyond thankful for your help.

“Just wait until we have our own and they’re running off when you’re cooking,” The thought brought a smile to your face.

You were both waiting on having a family until after you were married, getting to babysit would help in the future for when the time came. Never in a million years did you think you would be the one to marry Santiago, especially not when he left for Columbia. He’d put all of that behind him once he came home, not wanting to leave his family behind anymore. And now here you were, watching your fiance chase around a child while you sipped coffee.

“That won’t happen because you will be watching them if I’m cooking,” It was also a shared agreement that you would both do the household chores, not that Santi ever complained.

The man was downright perfect, never once complaining about doing the dishes, folding laundry, or even cleaning before people were coming over. You had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for all of this to come crashing down and it never did. Santi was truly your soulmate, and all it took was for Frankie to get a girlfriend.

“You know, if Frankie didn’t start dating Viv, we wouldn’t be here right now,” Sure, he’d probably have started dating someone else in the future, but Santi wouldn’t be in your home right now.

“Sure we would’ve,” Santi propped Lily on his hip, walking over to you.

“Oh? You think we would’ve still ended up together if I let my crush get any worse?” It was something you hated thinking about, losing what you had now.

“I do, we were meant to be together so the universe decided to make it happen,” Santi smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading into the kitchen.

The more you thought about it, Santi was right. The two of you had never been single at the same time, and by the time you were your crush on Frankie was at its peak. Instead of letting the thought try and bring down your mood you brushed it off. Your relationship with Frankie was never meant to be, and now you were with the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Life works in mysterious ways.

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Seventh Times The Charm - Santiago Garcia

Words: 1,462 Summary: He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now that he had, he was kicking himself for not noticing sooner. Warning(s): Mentions/Discussions of Alcohol and Alcohol Abuse

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He doesn’t notice it at first, which makes him want to kick himself in the ass and throw himself back into basic. He was trained to notice anything and everything, it had been ingrained in him and yet he didn’t notice. Not the first time, the second, the fifth, no it was the seventh time it hit him.

Santiago walks in the door, after a good minute or two of struggling to unlock the door, cursing at the stupid thing, before he stumbles around. Barely remembering to lock the door behind him as his keys fall to the floor with a clatter and he kicks his boots off before moving to the kitchen. Searching through different cupboards for a glass before finding one and filling it with water. He chugs the water, refills the glass and takes it with him as he makes his way to the bedroom.

The doors open and it’s pitch black, the sight or lack of makes him huff. Realizing that she didn’t wait up for him or even try to, it seems. Entering the room, he struggles out of his shirt and jeans before laying on the bed with a groan, barely managing to not spill his glass of water in the process, which he takes care to set on his nightstand. He pouts when the bed doesn’t even shift and the sound of breathing from the other person in the room doesn’t even change, but can’t resist reaching a hand out, patting at what he thinks is her hip. “Buenas noches, cariño.”

Pulling his hand away, he fights his way under the comforter and top sheet, nearly cursing at his insistence to be under both, before he’s finally all covered up and he can feel the familiar warmth of his girl at his left side.

The minutes pass as he lays there, letting the tiredness sink into his bones and brain, and then his eyes nearly fly open when he hears a muttered curse and the weight of a body leaving the bed. He thinks for a second she’s going to the bathroom, but he can hear her footsteps take her around the bed and to the door instead of where the master bath lies.

He wants to sit up, murmur her name, ask her to come back to bed but the tiredness takes over and sleep drags him under its spell. He wakes hours later to a dry mouth, a slight headache, and a small strain in his back from when he had picked Fish up in drunken excitement.

Groaning, he turns over in bed, hoping to see his girl beside him or at least in the room, but she's nowhere to be seen. His eyebrows furrow and he forces himself up and out of bed. His head pounds at the quick movement and he holds himself still, taking a deep breath through his nose.

When his headache fades to the back, a barely there sensation, he leaves the bedroom. Barefeet quiet across the hardwood as he makes his way through the hallway and into the living space of the house. He pauses seeing a curled up figure on the couch under the throw blanket they kept on the back of it.

“Sweetheart?” He calls, moving a bit closer. She makes a slight noise at the sound, shifting but her eyes stay closed and her breathing stays even. He wants to reach forward, gently shake her shoulder and wake her up but as he takes a breath he catches the gross mixture of alcohol and sweat pouring off him and he turns back around to take a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, as he wraps a towel around his waist, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, he catches the scent of coffee making its way through the house. Putting his toothbrush backs, he spits into the sink, once then twice, before running the water, rinsing it away.

He glances in the mirror, taking in the facial hair that’s covering the lower half of his face. His eyes fall to his razor that sits on the corner, waiting to be used, but he shakes his head, dominant hand coming up to rub at his beard. He had only let it grow out this much once and that had been years ago, during an ops where he went undercover. Since he either kept himself fairly clean shaven or just a hint of a beard. It was a surprisingly nice look on him, he decided, realizing that his girlfriend had been right when she brought up the idea of a beard suiting him. Throwing his towel into the hamper, he quickly dresses before exiting the bedroom and making his way to the kitchen.

“You were right, cariño. The beard was a very good idea.” He tells her, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head before grabbing himself a mug of coffee. She smiles at him, but there’s something missing. “I told you it would be.” She shifts away from the counter she was leaning against, reaching up to rub at his beard. “I’ll have to get you some beard cream when I go to the store. Make it soft.” He hums, pressing a kiss to her palm before taking a drink of coffee, nearly moaning as the dark roast hits his tongue.

“Rough night?” She asks, drawing away from him and turning to face the whiteboard they have on the side of the fridge, looking at their list of things to get. He keeps his eyes on her, the memory of her leaving the bed once he came home and the image of her on the couch in the forefront of his mouth. “Not too bad. Strained my back a little, lifting Fish.” “Santiago.” He winces at his full name, her tongue curling around it in disapproval instead of pleasure. “I know, I know.” He takes another sip of coffee. “You okay, I saw you on the couch?” She freezes for a split second, before nodding. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”

He sighs, setting his coffee down before wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her back to his front. “What’s going on, cariño? I didn’t notice before, but I have now. Everytime I come home drunk you leave the bed and stay on the couch. Did something happen? Did I do something?”

He hadn’t thought about it before, but the thought hits him and the fear quickly follows. He had never blacked out before and didn’t think he had done anything to her when he was drunk, but what if he did and he couldn’t remember it?

His arms loosen but before they can fall, she’s gripping them, making him hold her tight.

“No, baby. You didn't do anything. The only bad thing you do when you’re drunk is make a bunch of noise, that’s it.” “What’s wrong?” “It’s just,” she pauses, taking a breath. “It’s a combination of things. I grew up around people who relied on alcohol and they weren’t abusive or anything, but they also weren’t great when drunk and the smell.” She shudders. “I can handle it if we go out, but being home and suddenly I can smell it, it brings up bad memories.” “It’s not a pleasant smell.” “No,” she lets out a small laugh. “It’s not.”

“I wish I had noticed earlier. I don’t like you sleeping on the couch.” “Baby,” “No,” he shakes his head, turning her around in his arms so they’re face to face. “I should’ve noticed that it made you uncomfortable sooner and I’m sorry I didn’t. I know that you didn’t want me to know, but that doesn’t excuse me not noticing.” He pauses, licking his lips. He couldn’t promise to not come home drunk again from a night out with the boys, it was a promise he would end up breaking, but he could make a different one. “Next time, I’ll make sure to get in the shower before I crawl into bed.” She opens her mouth, but he places a hand over it. “No. If I come home drunk, I take a shower before going to bed or if I’m really out of it, I’ll redirect myself to the guest room, I promise.” He drops his hand. “You don’t need to promise.” “I do. It’s not a hardship to force myself into the shower, it’ll actually probably make me feel better when I wake up. I used to do it when I first started serving. It’ll be a good habit to get back into.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely.” He tells her, before pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. “Now, finish making the list and we can go to the store together. I think my girl deserves to be spoiled.” He winks.

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[jakecockley]

- our forsakened love - (prologue)

✧ pairing: santiago “pope” garcia x f!reader

✧ summary: santi recruits you for a mission in south america, but thing is: it’s been years since you’ve last seen each other. the tension is thick, especially when you two have… a past.

✧ genre: angst/fluff and smut in future chapters

✧ warnings: cursing, mentions of a break-up

✧ author's note: yeaahh, um idk, i was thinking of making this a series ?? this was originally just a fic but no longer ig LMAO tagging @marc-spectorr n @slenderclaw

You were bitter.

What fucking audacity Pope had when he simply showed up out of nowhere in front of your door. You didn't know what to think, what to feel, seeing his face just feet away from yours. You didn't know whether to pull him by the collar and kiss the hell out of him or slam the door and go on with your life, but a part of you said no, let's see what he has to say after all these years. That was the curious side of you talking.

You were also shocked.

When you heard the doorbell ring, opened the door, and saw who was there standing, you felt as if a bucket of ice was dumped on you. You were frozen, unable to move. Your hands felt clammy. You felt your heart beating faster. You certainly didn't expect your ex-boyfriend, the one who left you, to appear at your doormat. It wasn't like him, to randomly pop up like this and you sure as hell weren't going to entertain the thought that he might apologize for what he'd done.

Pope breathed out your name softly, but it did no difference to the cold look on your face, yet your heart cracked a little at the sound of his voice. You haven't heard it in a long time. Oh, how you missed it, the smoothness of it yet as well as the slight roughness.

He was wearing a simple black shirt with grey linen pants, laced with a belt. The colors brought out the silver strands through his dark hair and those piercing raven eyes. You noticed the thin chain necklace hanging on his neck, hidden underneath the fabric.

To be honest with yourself, you never really got over him.

You looked to the side, glancing down for a second before leveling your gaze on him again.

"What do you want, Pope?" You asked with as much steadiness you could muster, not wanting to show any vulnerability. You noticed how sort of uneasy the man was, but he regained his posture and cleared his throat. Seems you weren't the only one affected by this.

"Can we talk about this inside? If that's alright with you."

"...Fine."

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"You want me to what?" You chuckled coldly, leaning back against the chair you sat in, arms crossed. "To South America? You can't be serious, we- I almost died there, Pope. I won't be going back."

Did he suddenly lose his mind over the years or something? Well, you shouldn't be surprised, if you think about it. He was known for taking risks, going for them despite the consequences. But going after a dangerous drug lord was something else entirely.

Pope almost winced at the slight crack in your voice. His dark eyes gazed over the thin scar that streaked across your neck and collarbone, then back to your face. He didn't forget that night either.

Eyes following up on his own, you didn’t know what else to say. Your fingers fidgeted with each other, a habit you always did when you were anxious. The awkward silence was deafening to both of you, mostly to Pope.

Maybe he should leave and find someone else, but maybe he could convince you. After all, you were the best sharpshooter he knew. He had to take this chance, despite his history with you.

His voice cut through the tension.

"That last mission it was just us, Y/N. This time, we'll have the guys, just like before. Benny, Will, Frankie, and... Tom. I haven't spoken with him yet but I'm sure he'll be with us,” he told you with a soft tone, trying to ease your mind.

It didn’t really work, though.

"I have family here and for once, I'm finally taking care of them. If this job goes wrong, who will?" You argued sternly. "I'm not sure about the Miller brothers, but Frankie has a wife... a kid, Pope. Why drag him into this?"

"If we do this right, which I’m sure we will, the money we get out of this will support your family without you having to lift a finger anymore. It will be worth it, trust me,” Pope urged. "Frankie knows what he's doing, and he agreed to it."

“Once we’re done and safe, we go our separate ways.” He gestured with his hands.

“…How much?” You hesitated.

Alright, he had you there.

“Hundred million, more than that. We can discuss everything with the guys, the plan especially. I can... give you a day to think about it, though," Pope speculated caringly. Standing up from the chair and looking down at you, you brought your head up to look at him. His heart ached to see you smile again, noticing the way your expression had softened, but your eyes still held their hardened gaze.

He wanted to apologize. He wanted to get on his knees and tell you just how sorry he was, how much he missed you, how he thought about you every day, never ceasing away from his thoughts. He wanted to tell you why he left.

He shrugged off the unrelenting urge. Now wasn't the time, he knew it and he had to remind himself that. He came here to recruit you, not open up an old wound, although he believes he already did that to himself just by looking at you when you opened the door. He ignored the feeling.

His voice was smoky, "Come to this address when you're done thinking about it. Tomorrow." His hand pulled out a card from his back pocket, handing it down over to you.

You didn't answer him immediately, simply nodded and took the white, written piece of paper from his hand.

"Alright," you say, fingers playing around with it. Pope was surprised to hear that harsh tone gone, instead replaced by a soft one. You watched him begin walking to the door.

You got up to walk him out and once you closed the door, you sighed, eyes shut before you opened them. Maybe you should accept, your family would thrive with the money. You gently shook your head.

Goddamnit. This was such a bad fucking idea.

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[geo-winchester]

Prompt 48 with Santi?

THE KEY

A/N: hi lovely anon, thank you so much for your request I hope this is what you want, I hope you don’t mind that this took me a lot of time to write but I have a few melt downs and I’m deeply sorry, uh I hope that you like it! Lots of loves.

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When the doors of the elevator got open you knew that something bad happened, Santiago was sitting outside your door, he look at you when he heard your groceries falling from your hands, he got close to you, he hold the groceries from the floor, he took his time to looked at you, when he did you could see the pain and shame in his eyes, he was about to talk but you shook your head. 

-No, I don’t want to hear it here- you said. 

He silently followed you through the hallway and into your apartment, the two of you sat on the island of the kitchen, for a few minutes none of you said a word, it was just the two of you looking at your hands until you sighed and looked at him.

-Is he…- you couldn’t finish your sentence, Santiago took the dog tags of your brother.

-I know he wants you to have this- the tears start to fall from your cheeks -Lo siento mucho…

-mierda, this can’t be happening, he was excited for your trip to Colombia…- then it hit you -It wasn’t a simple trip right?- he shook his head -did… did he suffer?- Santiago didn’t know how to answer that question but before he could, you couldn’t hold it anymore and started crying, he held you in his arms as you cried for your brother -does Molly and the girls know?- he nodded and started to search for something in his pockets.

-I know this isn’t going to bring him back but this is for you- he said giving you part of the money they stole, you look at it as if it was dangerous.

-I can’t take it…

-¿por que no?

-because I can’t- you said.

-You can buy a better place, go on a trip, relax…

-Then you take it, do all those things- you said a little angry, you sighed before you look at him -I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be mean to you- you said as you play with your brothers ID -do you have somewhere to stay? 

-I’m going to find a hotel…

-I have a spare room, it’s not a hotel but it’s clean and I just buy some food so if you want, you can stay here.

-I don’t want to bother you, I’m planning to stay for a couple of days… 

-It’s no bother Santi- you said and noticed that he was smiling at you -what?

-It’s the first time you said my name- he said, making you blush for some reason.

-I used it before, you on the other hand always called me.

-Bean- he said with a smile -I remember how excited you were when you make a plant grown from a bean- you laugh.

-It was bigger than any other plant from my classmates- you said proudly -but my point is that I say your name more than you said my name.

-That’s because you only used it when you got mad because I dragged your brother into something- your smile dropped -I… I’m really sorry, Bean.

-For what?- suddenly you noticed that he was struggling with something.

-It’s my fault- he said -Tom is dead because of me- you look at him -It was my mission, I knew how dangerous it was, but we all need the money and… I should stop him when I could, I should know that someone was following us- he cleaned the few tears. 

-I…

-I’ll go- he said as he stood up but you took his hand before he was able to walk away.

-Please don’t- you said - I actually don’t want to be alone right now- he nods.

After that night the two of you started to spend a lot of time together, he was there every time you needed it, just as you were there all those nights when he woke up with a nightmare. One of those nights he held you close and whispered how much he loved you, you didn’t hesitate to say it back. It’s been a few months since you started dating, as any other night when you had to work late, he waited for you outside of your work, he put an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple. 

-how was your day, amor?- he asked, you shrugged.

-It was busy, I had a meeting with Collin for an hour, then Maxine needed my help with a few numbers and my coffee got cold like three times…

-Did you have time to eat?- he asked you, you tried to remember. 

-I think I ate a salad. 

-Crees?- he asked. 

-Well I remember eating something but I’m not sure what- he shook his head before he took your hand -where are you taking me?

-vamos- he said -I know a place- you walk for a couple of minutes before he stops an infant in a hot dog car, you couldn’t help but laugh -que? I didn’t say it was a fancy one, he gave you your meal, he smiled at you with the little moan that you gave when you took the first bite. 

-Thank you- you said. 

-I also have something for you- he said before he gave you a key, you looked at him confused.

-What is this?

-It’s a key for my new place- he said as it was obvious.

-If you didn’t like my place you could just say it- you joked making him roll his eyes.

-Actually I was hoping that you would move in with me- he said -vamos, I want to show you this place- he took your hand. 

-You know this could wait for tomorrow right?

-lo se, but we're close so why wait?

He wasn’t wrong, it was close, but this place wasn’t what you expect, you saw a building with a couple of apartments but the building in front of you was a house, if you were honest it was how you picture your place, a small house with a brick wall, with that glow of home. You notice that he was looking at you expecting your reaction. 

-Santi… this is a house, I thought you got an apartment. 

-¿No te gusta?…

-No is not that, actually I love it…

-Pero?- he said.

-But I thought that you wanted an apartment, I wasn’t expecting this- he looks at the house and you notice the soft smile that appears in his face. 

-Actually I saw this place a few years ago, when me and Redfly came to visit you, we walk in front of this place and I saw it was on sale, I didn’t know why but I got the feeling that this would be my home, a place where I’ll grow old with the woman I love, maybe we’ll have a pet and if we want them a few kids, running through the house…. I picture everything and then I walk this street last week and I remember that crazy dream I had and if you’re wondering who I picture growing old it was you- he said looking at you, you could feel the blush growing in your face- I want all of that with you, amor.

-Santi, is this your way to propose?

-Depends- you scoffed. 

-On what? 

-On if you’ll say yes- he said as he showed you a small ring. 

-Santi…

-So what do you say?

-Yes- you said as the two of you smiled and kissed. 

-So, Mr Garcia, are you going to show me our future home?- he nodded before he kissed your hand. 

-Come on Bean, I’ll give all the decorations to you…

-What about that pet?- He thought for a second. 

-I’ll think about it- he said with a grin as he dragged you to the house. 

Xxxxxxxx

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How an Argument Ends (Santiago)

Benny // Will // Frankie

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- You knew there were time where you could say the wrong thing and would have a hard time trying to figure out how to apologize for it

- Sadly, this was one of those times

- He didn’t talk to you for a couple of days

- It hurt both of you, not talking to one another, that is

- You sent him a few apologies via text after the first couple of hours

- He didn’t respond, never even read them

- You’re not going to lie, that hurt more than anything

- That’s when you went to plan B

- You got a lot of his favorite things and made a special “I’m sorry” mixed with “You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for” basket

- He came home from a night out with the guys to find the basket on the counter

- The thing that caught his eye was the list of things you planned to do (a few of things he knows you don’t like)

- He already knew you felt bad but to see this, melts his heart

- He searches for you and kisses you, confusing you to no end

- He only smiles and kisses you again

- “So, does this mean, we don’t have to do the things on the list?”

- “We are, but not today.”

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[thirsty-flygirl]

Unwritten Fics That Live in My Head™️

Santi is your ex-husband, and he shows up at your front door one day after the events of TF. You help him work through his guilt, feelings of inadequacy, etc. You slowly fall back in love.

You may have slept with Frankie after your divorce.

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[mlmxreader]

The End of Love | Santiago Pope Garcia x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Could u write for reader who's in army with the triple frontier. Frankie always caring u and u thought maybe he does like me too. And when y'all succeed the mission frankie catfish invite the triple frontier gang and u to his house, so u planningto confessur feeling. But turns out he did that to introduce u all to his fiancé.

U heart broken and being depressed (sorry for being drama but dude it does hurt so bad) and santi pope always there next to u accompany u to accept the reality until one day he confess his feelings and how he likes u since the first time he saw u??? Please

summary: he's doting, he's caring, he's kind, and he's always there when you need him... it's just a shame that you have no idea how he feels about you.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of death and torture (it's the American military. they're war criminals.)

When you first joined the army, you thought it would be all fun and games; just messing around and being the big man on the battlefield. Nobody ever told you what it would really be like. Seeing Americans murder children in the streets and find the most cruel and unjust ways to kill those they saw as the enemy. Seeing the American army weep over civilians they willingly chose to brutalise and slaughter, treating them like less than animals and speaking of them as if they were little more than objects. You could never go back; even when Catfish and Pope asked you to go along with them, you refused at first, point blank telling them to shove it. You didn't want to see more civilians die. You didn't want to see soldiers begging for their lives as they looked at the barrel of an AK-47. Tears in their eyes as they pleaded with an army who was more than merciless towards them; pleading with an army who were little more than monsters. Nightmarish bastards sent over seas for little more than to secure oil and power and wealth, at all costs. You didn't want to go back to that at all.

You were glad Catfish was there, same as you were glad that Pope was there, as the two of them had always looked after you and had always been your support systems more than anyone else; you wanted to think that there was something there between you and Catfish, as you had always caught the lingering glances and the softer touches. You thought maybe once all this was done and over with, you could finally confess to him that you thought there might be more to your relationship than what was on the surface; when things were finally over, mostly everybody back home, you had hoped that you could get that chance when he invited you to his home for a party.

You were devastated and gutted when he gleefully introduced his fiancé; he was clearly in love with them, from the way he kissed them and the way he was so doting towards them. You couldn't bring yourself to stick around, and left the party before things had really even begun. You didn't speak to anyone for weeks afterwards. For weeks, all you had was Pope coming over to see you; he would cook and clean and wash your clothes and do all those things you just couldn't bring yourself to do during the day, and at night, he would watch a film with you, cuddled into your side, before kissing your forehead and promising to be back the next day.

He always arrived at eight hundred hours, sharp.

He always brought daffodils, bright yellow ones, and he always brought cans of Monster energy with him; once a week, he would bring thirty grams of Golden Virginia tobacco. If anyone looked after you, doted on you, it was Pope; he didn't even ask if he could, he immediately took it upon himself when he realised that something wasn't right after you didn't call him on your way home from work. You always called him after work, even when you were shivering and being battered by wind and rain. You always called when you were walking home. Always.

You were always in bed when he arrived, except today; while he was putting the hoover around in the kitchen, you had dared to escape your bed, and crept around for a cigarette. Pope couldn't help but to smile as he watched you for a moment; getting up on the stool at the breakfast bar as you lit up your cigarette and looked at him with a cocked brow.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, still smiling. "It's just nice to see you out of bed."

You nodded, grumbling softly as you sighed and stared at the ashtray. "Was I an idiot?"

Turning the hoover off, Pope sat up on the breakfast bar as he looked at you, brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. "What do you mean?"

"I really thought there was something going on between me and Frankie," you explained quietly, "and then he introduced his partner and I'm... just thinking maybe I was a fucking twat for thinking that way."

He shook his head, humming softly as he chewed at the inside of his lip and dared to reach for your free hand, holding it tightly as he cleared his throat. "I don't think you're an idiot... not in this case."

"Really?"

"Really," Pope agreed softly. "You just fell for the wrong person, happens all the time... I did it, too."

"No, you haven't," you scoffed. "You're perfect, Santi, who the fuck is ever gonna reject you?"

"Well, there was one person," he started, "from the moment I saw them, I fucking knew I loved them, but then they fell in love with someone else. I still love them, though."

"They're an idiot," you grumbled. "A guy like you... I'd be surprised if nobody fancied you."

"Trust me," Pope stole the cigarette from you and took a long drag before giving it back. "There's one person."

"Why haven't you told them?" You asked. "I mean, surely, you'd want 'em to know, right?"

"They're not in the right place," he admitted. "They've just had their heart broken and... y'know. Y'know how these things go."

"Oh..." you fell quiet, leaning against his thigh as you sighed and gently patted his knee. "Y'know, if you ask me, I'd say all your shirts are made from boyfriend material."

Pope rolled his eyes, even if he couldn't keep the smile from his face, as he leaned back a little and let out a quiet yawn; you were so oblivious, and maybe he liked it that way, maybe he liked you thinking that he had his eyes on someone else. But it wouldn't be fair to leave you in the dark for too long. It just wouldn't be right. So he cleared his throat, and he ran his hand down his face.

"Just for the record... I was talking about you... I get it, if you need more time."

"I do," you admitted quietly. "But, uhm... but I could always, y'know... fuck. Maybe if we could go slow?"

"I can do slow."

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[bits-and-babs]

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

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"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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Hey y’all so I’m trying to find this pope fic I read a while ago on either here or ao3 I don’t remember the name or Author but I do know that it’s the one where the reader is best friends with Frankie and they’re grew up as best friends and she’s in love with him but he’s getting married to someone else I know that she’s a writer too in the story and over a period of time while Santiago is comforting her they fall in love and it in the Frankie realizes he’s in love with her too but it’s too late and she’s already with pope.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Getting Lost in Translation (Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x desi!reader)

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Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture, mentions of PTSD, mentions of trafficking (drug and human), non-sexual nudity, swearing

Word Count: 5.4 k

Summary: You go undercover with Santiago Garcia to get information about a drug/human trafficking cartel. 

A/N: Take a shot every time I say “dupatta” and you’ll end up in the hospital (sorry). Also is it really a Santiago fan fic if you don't mention his gammy knees AHAHAHA <333

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Your POV

You’ve always enjoyed the quiet village life, with people who lived real lives, rather than the calculated and time managed life that you had to endure when growing up. You were grateful for your upbringing in a well-to-do household which allowed you to study and grow up in comfort. 

After five years of medical school and two years working as a doctor in a city hospital, you decided that it was time to give back to the community that needed help the most. One day, you quit your job and never turned back, cutting off all contact with your family, working as an English and Science teacher at a small village in Tamil Nadu, India. You used your knowledge of languages to help the folks of the village by acting as a translator with those who offer foreign aid. 

You woke up at the crack of dawn and went to bed when the moon was up high in the sky. It was tough but you loved every second of it. You were finally happy. 

That was until something horrible started happening in your village. Children were going missing and you started spending your time comforting distraught parents. These were children that you taught in the small school and your heart ached with every second that they were gone. 

The police had done some investigation of their own and found out that the kids’ disappearance was linked to a trafficking ring, which made you feel helpless and you almost lost yourself with the worry that you were experiencing. 

Nevertheless, you had to get it together and find some type of solution to help these families, and after weeks of requesting for aid, you were finally due to meet the group of individuals who would help find these kids. 

So here you were standing with the police at the airport, waiting. They had told you that they would be there at 1 pm but apparently their flight from Miami had been delayed. You nervously fiddle with your big jimmikis as your eyes scan the people coming out of arrivals. Suddenly, you spot a team of big burly western men walking towards you and the officers. 

“That’s them, isn’t it, officer.” You say in Tamil to the police officer beside you. 

“Yes, ma.” he replies, waving them towards where they were standing. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N and I’ll be your translator while you are here.” you say, stepping up, offering your hand to the nearest of the men. 

A tall man with a baseball cap that said ‘Standard Heating Oil’ took your hand and shook it, quickly introducing his team as they loaded their luggage into the trucks. “I’m Frankie, this is my team. The brothers, Benny and Will on the far left, Tom in the middle and Santiago on my right.”

“Nice to meet all of you.” you say, giving them a toothy grin, which they all returned except for the man with salt and pepper curls, Santiago. His face was arranged into a calculated and poised manner that showed little to no emotion. 

You quickly translated a few conversations between the group of men and the police before getting into the van and a few minutes later, the van was speeding towards the outskirts of the city towards the village that was about two hours away. You stayed silent throughout the ride, choosing to admire the scenery outside, occasionally eavesdropping on the conversations that the men were having behind you.

They seemed like a chummy bunch and you were briefed about the field experience that they had, which made you feel slightly better about letting them take hold of the ropes and find these children. The van abruptly stops and you peak to the front to see what was going on. A cow was crossing the road, a regular occurrence here in India.

“I heard people here worship cows, Will.” one of the men says, making you turn to look at them with a disdainful look on your face. 

“We do not worship cows, we respect them. Many people here consider the cow to be a sacred symbol of life that should be protected and revered.” You say, pointedly, trying not to roll your eyes at the men.

Santiago and Frankie chuckled.

“Oopsie, sorry, missy.” said Benny with a smile, leaning his weight forward onto the seat in front of him. 

“See Benny, they don’t worship your girlfriend.” Will says, earning a punch from Benny. 

“She said, respect boys.” Frankie said, sending an unyielding glare at the both of them. He was clearly the mother goose of the team and the other two men actually listened to him. 

“You sound incredibly eloquent for someone who is living in a small rural village. What’s your story?” Tom asked.

“Studied in the UK and worked as a doctor for a few years and decided that there are a lot of people who need help in outskirt villages.” you shrug. “I also speak multiple languages to help with foreign aid.” 

“Impressive.” Tom nods, approvingly.

“So you guys are used to working together?” you asked, awkwardly trying to keep the conversation a float, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Oh yea,” Frankie says “We’ve always been a team and we were tracking the same cartel that we think is operating throughout South India and other parts of the world for quite a while now, that's why we answered to your distress signal. We believe that it is a human trafficking organization as well as a drug trafficking organization.” 

“Those poor children, I know them personally. I can’t imagine what they are going through right now.” you say biting your bottom lip, swallowing the tears that are threatening to bubble out of your eyes.  

“You personally know them?” Will asks.

“Yea, they are my students,” you say. “Very bright kids, quick learners.”

Just as Frankie opened his mouth to ask another question, the van stopped again, signifying that you had arrived at your destination. You adjusted your dupatta, draping it ever so lightly over your hair, smoothed your kurta top and stepped out of the van, waiting for the men to follow you out. 

You led them to the house of the village head and instructed them to remove their boots and socks before entering. Santiago groaned as he bent down to pull his socks off and you heard a light fluster of pain. You waited for him to finish and you followed him into the house.

Tom started to explain their plan, and where they are planning to infiltrate this group. You rapidly translate the information to the village head, taking down some notes yourself. You were impressed by the amount of detail put together in this plan. The intel that they had already collected showed that the children are being kept alive in a village not far from here. If everything went smoothly, the kids would be back with them. But then came the tricky situation.

“We will need someone to come with one of us to stay in the opposite village so that we can make sure that the information we got isn’t bogus without drawing attention to ourselves.” Santiago finally spoke. 

You were slightly taken aback by his voice. It was soft but had an edge to it that tickled you. His slight accent sounded pleasantly melodious to your ears but still maintained an air of authority that could quiet a room in an instant. You blinked, focusing on the information that he had just said, translating it to the village head.

You wait for him to respond and you sigh when he does.

“He wants me to go.” you say to Santiago, looking him in his eyes for the first time, holding his gaze. Santiago stares back, his eyes unwavering.

“And rightfully so, you have medical skills and can pass off as a villager.” Tom says, nodding. 

“Then I’ll go with you.” Santiago says. 

“Do you have a plan on how you are going to disguise yourself?” you ask.

“Yea, I was thinking of going in as a deaf and mute man,” he says.

“Great, I can sign, this will go perfectly.” you say finalizing it.

“Good job, team, now we can start the preparation.” Tom said, finalizing the meeting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The police had gotten you and Santiago a small hut to live in at the outskirts of the opposite village for him to do his reconnaissance. You both were to pose as husband and wife and they had given you a fake thaali to be worn on a yellow string around your neck to signify your marriage. You slyly noticed that Santiago didn’t wear a ring, unlike Frankie and Tom but you assumed that he had a girlfriend somewhere in America. 

“Hold still,” you tell him, wrapping your old dupatta around his face to conceal his identity. He wanted to go into the markets where most of the town gossip would buzz about. He was dressed in some clothes that were given to him by the village head and had his bulletproof vest under it. 

“I am holding still, your hands are shaking.” he said, smugly. 

Your hands were shaking. You were a trained medical professional and your hands were shaking. Santiago made you feel nervous. He is a very intimidating man. This whole operation made you feel nervous. You just wanted it to be over as soon as it started. 

“Pin,” you held out your hand and Santiago dropped the pin into it. 

You quickly pin the edge and step back to admire your handy work, and catch his eyes. He had the most beautiful baby doe eyes, framed with long eyelashes that could make any girl jealous. You stared a little too long until Santiago clears his throat.

“Done staring, chica?” He says, amusement lacing his voice. 

“Wasn’t staring.” You mumbled, grabbing your saree’s pallu and draping it over your head, tucking the ends into your blouse. Turning you look at the mirror behind you and mark the parting of your hair with a little bit of red kumkum, adjusting your pottu. 

“Do I look like I can pass as someone’s wife?” You say, turning back to Santiago. 

“Yea, you look great.” He answered.

“That's not what I asked, but thanks.” You both walk to the market center, you gripping Santiago’s firm bicep and stirring him around. You strike up a conversation with one of the vegetable sellers.

“I’ve never seen you here before, ma.” The man says in Tamil.

“Yea, uncle, my husband and I moved here a few weeks ago, didn’t have the energy to come out. He’s deaf and mute and our child went missing a few months ago.” you answer, staring into space as your eyes teared up. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, ma. Things like that have been happening here too, you know?” He says as you pick a few vegetables. 

“What do you mean?” You sniff.

“We think it's the gang of people at the south end of the village,” he leans closer and whispers. “Children have been going missing and no one is here to defend them.” 

You allowed a tear to drip down your face and you turned to Santiago and signed to him, that you have information. Paying for your vegetables, you thanked the old man and walked along the path. 

“Vegetable soup again?” Santiago whispered. 

“Seriously, we are undercover and that's what you’re worried about?” You hiss back. 

“I’m a hungry man, chica.” he whispers back after a while. You could hear an exaggerated pout in his voice.

“Make do with what you have,” you say, as you stir him to the meat store.

“See, I knew you were nice.” He whispered, his eyes sparkling.

You rolled your eyes and bought some mutton to cook something for the man. After all, he was the one helping you and so far, everything has been going pretty good. 

“Do you find me intimidating, cariño?” Santiago suddenly asks as he chopped the vegetables using his knife while you cooked the rice and mutton into something edible. You look up, not expecting his question, the both of you usually cook and eat silently. He had an eyebrow cocked up and a ghost of a smirk on his face. 

“Obviously.” You say, looking back at the mutton dish. 

“How so?” he persisted.

“Because you’re so, well, you? You just have that infuriatingly calm look etched on your face that doesn’t give me any information to work with. You’re obviously a military man who’s very particular about following the rules and I’ve been known to bend the rules sometimes and I’m scared that I would slip up and upset you.” You blurt out. 

Silence.

“I’ll try to be less intimidating. You’re right, I am very particular about protocol but you’ve followed everything down to a T so far and all the information that you have gotten has been matching perfectly with the intel that we already have.” He says, smiling.

You smile back, absorbing Santiago’s smile. It was genuine and it was a beautiful smile. It contorted his face in a different, more healing way and it was making him seem younger than he is. 

Over dinner, he told you about his boys and how they served together. He also told you all the weird things they would do, which elicited a laugh from you that echoed around the small hut. 

You tell him about your life before this and how different everything was, until the both of you had sleep lulling in your eyes. You don’t remember the last thing you said before closing your eyes, but you did know that you felt significantly more comfortable with Santiago around. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up abruptly to Santiago thrashing violently in his sleep. You’re familiar with the effects of PTSD on a person, you’ve seen it many times before, but this just hurts to watch. 

You grabbed his shoulders and lightly held him until he stopped shaking. His breathing softens and he opens his eyes, looking up at you and then jumping away from your grasp. 

“It's ok, it was just a dream. You’re here.” you say, grabbing a hold of his hand. He reciprocated the touch by squeezing your hand. 

“Sorry I woke you, cariño.” He says softly. 

“It's alright, you wanna talk about it?” you say, just out of courtesy, not really expecting him to say much about it. 

“My team and I came out of a very tough mission recently and I feel like I am the one to be blamed for all the mistakes that we made.” he whispers. “There were a lot of people’s lives on the line and we lost all of them because of one small error.”

You look up, shocked, not expecting a full revelation from Santiago. You mask your shock and scooch closer to him and put a hand on his back, rubbing circles.

“Hey, what happened, happened, alright? Past tense. Stay here, with me in the present.” you say soothingly. You knew nothing could change what had happened and Santiago would always have to carry that pain with him, but you tried anyway. 

He nodded without a word and you both just sat in the dark for a while just listening to each other's breathing and the crickets outside.

“Go back to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” You whisper into Santiago’s ear. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You let the cool water of the river envelope you with its freshness. You were used to bathing in cold water so early in the morning after living a year in the village. It helps with waking you up and you feel refreshed throughout the day. 

Despite telling Santiago to sleep, you stayed awake all night staring at his sleeping face. Even though you find it hard to admit it, you were definitely harboring a small crush on Santiago Garcia. A part of you wanted to wake up every morning with him by your side. He is a very handsome man and has pretty good intentions as far as you could tell. You spent all night memorizing every single detail that was etched into his face, wondering whether each one of those lines has its own story. 

Your thoughts were cut off by a sound close to your right and you grabbed the knife that you had strapped to your thigh and held it in front of you. 

“Who’s there?” You say in Tamil and then repeating the line again in English while cautiously step forward from the river. 

“Yo, it's just me- HOLY FUCK!!!” Santiago screamed, eyes wide, frozen to the spot. 

“DUDE WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING AT??!” You yell back at him. 

Then you look down and realize that Santiago caught a full view of your very topless body. You facepalm, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around you.  

“Sorry, sorry, gods Santiago, you of all people should know not to sneak up on me.” You chastise him, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Pretty amazing way to start my morning though.” He says, after regaining what's left of his brain cells.

Your mouth twisted into a scowl. 

“I guess we have to get even now.” You say, smugly, trying to hide your ulterior motive of wanting to see Santiago Garcia shirtless. 

“Easy, your wish is my command, princesa.” He says, whipping his shirt off with one swift motion. 

God damn.

Yep, exactly what you expected, sculpted by Michelangelo for the gods, even by the gods or greater than the gods. You've had your fair share of men in medical school, but nothing comes close to this archangel. 

“Like what you see?” He tilts his head to catch your expression but you keep your emotions steady, not allowing them to leak onto your face. 

You shrug and avoid his eyes, swooping down to grab your clothes that you wanted to wash. He pulls off his trousers and walks into the lake. 

Tightening the hold of your towel, you begin to wash your saree and underclothes, hanging them to dry on a rock nearby as you watch Santiago do laps around the river, his muscles flexing. You snap yourself out of it and walk back to the small hut to change. 

When you got out, Santiago had a towel wrapped around his waist, a little too low slung for your sanity. He was adjusting a mirror on the tree to shave his face. 

Suddenly, you hear something to your far left and you feel like you were being watched. Your peripheral vision caught sight of the trees moving and you moved closer to Santiago. 

“Santi, give me the razor, and don’t talk.” you whisper. You give him a smile and sign that there are people watching. He nodded, handing you the razor as you closed the gap. 

“There is someone in the trees to our left.” You whisper as you lather the soap onto his face, caressing his jaw. He places a hand on your exposed midriff and turns the both of you around so that he is facing the trees while you start calmly shaving his face, fingers moving to taut the skin, cleaning the razor every so often trying hard not to focus on Santiago’s fingers on your skin. 

You start to sing softly in Tamil, to act nonchalant, and watch as Santiago’s eyes scan the trees rapidly over your head. 

“I count two to the right.” He whispers back, tilting his head up to allow you better access. You place a finger to his lips to shush him and after a while you turn his head, starting on the other side.

Are they still watching? You sign. 

Santiago nods, barely. 

You finish shaving his face and wipe the access soap off with your fingers, leaving a small kiss on his nose which took him by surprise but he didn’t react, knowing that they were undercover. He pulled you in for a hug and murmured in your hair “Whatever happens, just trust me”. He kisses your forehead and pulls away, giving you a small smile, grabbing onto your hand, leading you into the hut.

Once inside, Santiago rushed around to get dressed and you frantically packed all the stuff you had into the one bag that you brought, along with Santiago’s stuff and stuffed it under a pile of hay. Santiago grabbed the satellite phone and called Frankie. You watch as he paces around speaking in frantic Spanish giving orders to his team mate.

 For days now he’s been in contact with Frankie, giving him the information that they have been collecting. Just before he could put the phone down, a knock sounded at the door. You tossed Santiago a dupatta and he quickly covered his face as you crossed the floor towards the door. 

“Who’s there?” You say in Tamil as you open the door, revealing three men. 

“Hello, kanna, we would like to ask you and your husband a few questions.” One of the men answered, smiling. 

They all looked like village folk but you’ve never seen their faces before. You turned and signed to Santiago and he nodded his head. Stepping back, you grab onto Santiago’s arm and the both of you sit cross legged in front of the men. 

You answered their questions with an unwavering face after telling them that your husband was deaf and dumb. You also tell them the same sob story that you had been telling the village people. 

One of the men leaned forward and grabbed your thali, harshly pulling you with it as they observed it. You feel Santiago flinch beside you as you beg them to not hurt you. They push you down by your shoulders making you gasp. 

“We’re going to ask you again. Who are you and who is he?” One of the men snarled into your face as you tried to recoil away. 

“Please, please don’t hurt me and my husband. Don’t hurt him, he doesn’t know what's going on.” You pleaded and wailed, trying to get away from the question. 

“Hey guys, look here, he's not Indian, is he?”At the corner of your eye, another one of the men had ripped your dupatta off Santiago’s face and your heart stops. 

“I think we need to take these two to our boss.” You noticed that Santiago wasn’t doing anything to defend himself as they pushed him towards you. 

“Don’t say anything, let them capture us.” Santiago whispers into your ear. 

He was offering you and him up as bait. You looked into his eyes and went with it. Went with the trust that you had built up with him over the two and a half weeks. 

You nod as the men bound your hands and blindfold you. You let yourself be dragged up by them and then they lead you out of the hut into the forest. Your bare feet hurt against the harsh forest floor but you didn’t say a single word. 

After what felt like hours you hear yourself approaching different voices, not of the men who kidnapped you and Santiago. You were pushed into your knees and you heard Santiago groan beside you, slight relief spreading through you when you heard his voice. 

Your blindfold was ripped off and you blinked, adjusting to the light. You first turned to Santiago who was kneeling uncomfortably beside you, his beautiful face caked with sweat, curls scruffy. Then you turned to the person who was standing in front of you, trying to decipher his features. 

“What do we have here? An American and a village woman. What an unlikely pairing.” He says in English. “Let me get straight to the point. Tell us who you are and we will decide our next course of action.” 

Santiago stayed silent, staring up at the man, gaze unflattering. 

“Military? CIA? Police? RAW?” The man stepped closer to you, lifting your chin up to face him. He was a big bald man with a giant mustache.

You and Santiago stay silent. 

“Looks like we have to bring out the big guns.” The man says, gesturing to his henchmen.

“You don’t have to worry, chellam, I don’t hit women.” He says to you, squeezing your cheek, your eyes widening with fear. 

Then the torture started. They started to hit Santiago with such brutality that you couldn’t help but scream. It went on for so long and you screamed at them to stop until your throat was sore. 

Santiago was bloody and battered and yet, he still didn’t say a single word. After a while the henchmen gave up, throwing the both of you into a closed cell. 

Santiago’s POV

The room around him spun uncontrollably and pain soared through him in horrible waves. He felt like he was reaching a light, trying to grasp it. No. It wasn’t a light, it was a sound. He tried grasping onto it, but it kept slipping away. Then he felt it, a soft nudge beside him and he grasped onto the sound, letting it envelop him.

It was her voice. She was pleading with him to stay with her, stay in the present, like she did yesterday when he awoke from the horrible nightmare. She was saying his name, and he clung onto that, the way it rolled off her tongue melodiously and reached his ears, canceling out all the ringing that he had been listening to for the past few minutes, or hours. 

He slowly opened his eyes, and focused on her form. She looked relatively unhurt but he could vaguely see tears streaming down her beautiful face. He tried to tell her that he was ok, but all he could do was taste iron in his mouth. He spat out the blood and shook his head, breathing in and out to steady the spinning. 

“Santiago, I need you to listen to me,” Y/N says, kicking her legs over his own outstretched ones. “I need you to pull my saree over my thigh and grab the knife that’s strapped to it.”

He nodded, still trying to process.

“Santi, come on, look at me, pull.” She whispers frantically, shaking her legs. 

His head snapped up at her again and he fumbled with her saree, trying to pull it up to gain access to the knife. Finally after several tries, he pushed the fabric over where the knife was and pulled it, holding it in front of him, unsure of what to do next. 

“Come on, free yourself.” She instructed and he turned the knife towards his bounded hands, autopilot taking over as he sawed himself loose. 

He leaned back, trying to blink away the pain as he focused on freeing her, so as to not cut her. 

The second he frees her, he hears gunshots and yelling. He laughs, completely delirious to the pain. 

“My boys are here.” He says as he slips into unconsciousness.

Your POV

Santiago falls back as you feel your hands slip out of the restraints. You hear him mumble something incoherent as you swung our legs off his own and start slapping him to keep him awake. 

“No, no, no, stay with me, you idiot.” You hiss, feeling his pulse. It was there, but faint. 

You pull his shirt up and run your fingers over his body in the dark, checking for any cuts. You feel something warm and wet, pulling back to smell the familiar twang of iron. You pull the pallu of your saree off your shoulder and use it to stem the bleeding, pressing hard with one hand, the other still slapping Santiago’s face. 

“Pope! Y/N! Where are you guys?” A familiar voice called out. 

“Frankie! Frankie, in here, in the cells, Santi’s bleeding out, please, I need a med pack, stat!” You yell as loud as your sore throat could handle. 

Frankie appears in front of you with full tactical gear and shoots the lock of the cell. In seconds, he got a flashlight and the med pack out. You examined the wound under the dim stream of light and it was still beading with blood. 

You instruct Frankie to douse the wound with disinfectant and your hands as you thread a needle. As fast as you possibly could, you sewed the wound shut.

You sigh and turn to Frankie, shaking your head. 

“I know, he’s a little stupid, but you’ll get use to it.” He smiles down at his unconscious friend. “We got the kids and the others are currently doing a headcount.”

“How did you guys find us?” You say, holding onto Santiago’s hand.

“He has a tracker on him and after that frantic phone call, we traced you guys here. Let me guess, he refused to speak?” He says, squinting at where your hand was.

“Yep, didn’t say a single word, the stubborn man. Your timing is impeccable. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if you didn’t turn up in time.” You say, your eyes welling up with fresh tears again.

“Hey, it's alright, let's get this man to the hospital, okay?” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey.” You hear a voice and you sit up immediately, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hey, yourself. Do you know how stupid that was?” You glare at the man on the bed in front of you. 

“Mmm, kinda, but we’re alive right?” He says, giving you a smile.

You roll your eyes, biting your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling back at him. His eyes went slightly glassy as if he was thinking about something.

“What are you thinking about?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking him, snapping him out of his daze.

“Your tits.” He replied without hesitation.

“¿Qué? You know what, nevermind, I don’t even want to know.” Frankie says, making Santiago snap his head to his left where Frankie was lounging on a chair.

You massage your temples, embarrassment creeping up your face. 

“Oh, hi Catfish, didn’t see you there.” Santi grins.

“Well, good morning to you too, cabrón.��� he says getting up and giving Santiago a kiss on his forehead, making him cringe into the pillows and you giggle at the sight.

Frankie left the room, closing the door behind him, not before uttering “No monkey business, you two.”

“Asshole,” Santiago chuckles, before turning back to you.

“You’ve got a lot of admirers who visited you.” you say, scanning his face.

You were so glad to be present during the reunion of the children and their parents. All of the children were relatively unharmed but the bruises on their wrist signified the burden of the trauma that they had to carry for the rest of their lives.

Santiago shifts and pats the bed. You hesitate, but eventually climb in, snuggling lightly into his side.

“I have to admit, you are growing on me, Pope.” You mutter as his good arm pulls you closer. 

“Mmm, I know.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“If you pull a stunt like that again, I swear, I will kill you myself.” You say in Tamil.

“I think we’re getting lost in translation, cariño.” He mumbles into your hair, slipping back into sleep. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translation:

Jimmikis: A style of earring worn by women of the Indian subcontinent.

Ma: Indians usually call all women “ma”, can be a term of endearment but also is used casually.

Thaali: A mangala sutra, or thaali, is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent. The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman. Mangala sutra's origin dates back to the 6th Century AD as a single yellow thread was tied around the bride for protection from other men and evil spirits. The term mangala sutra in Sanskrit means holy thread.

Dupatta: The dupattā is a shawl traditionally worn by women in Indian subcontinent to cover the head and shoulders 

Chica: Girl

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent,that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole, baring a part of the midriff.

Pallu: The loose end of a sari, worn over one shoulder or the head

Kumkum: AKA sindoor. Kumkum is a powder used for social and religious markings in India. It is either made from turmeric or saffron. The turmeric is dried and powdered with a bit of slaked lime, which turns the rich yellow powder into a red color. Kumkum is most often applied by Indians to the forehead

Pottu: A bindi or pottu is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead, originally by Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains from the Indian subcontinent.

Cariño: Sweetie

Princesa: Princess

Kanna: Sweetie

Chellam: Darling

¿Qué?: What?

Cabrón: Dumbass

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[absurdthirst]

The Cupid Shuffle {Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Pope x F!OC}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, bisexual women, mentions of past sexual relationships, little bit of putting on a show for the boys, women making out, mentions of fantasies, oral sex (male and female receiving), partner swapping, unprotected sex, cum eating

Comments: Inviting Pope and his girl over for a low-key Valentine's night movie turns in to something much more.

A/N: Valentine's Day foursome? More likely than you'd think!

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“Babe. I was talking to Santi and he’s cool with a movie night tonight. Him and his girl are going to go out tomorrow like us because tonight is always crazy busy. So it’s a quiet one in for Valentine’s Day.” Frankie says as he comes up to you to caress your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “You wanna go get some snacks? You know Santi will eat us out of everything if we don’t buy extra.” He jokes and you turn your head to kiss him, smiling against his lips. “What time are they coming over?” You ask and he murmurs, “seven.”

You grin, happy that this is happening. Santiago Garcia, or ‘Pope’ as Frankie calls him, is dating your friend from college. You had been the one to set them up, absolutely in love with your helicopter pilot boyfriend and Pope had always been a flirty, fun time when he was in town. After he’s moved back permanently, you had set them up and the rest is history. “Perfect. A low key night is just what we all need.” You promise, kissing him again 

and smirking. “And after, I’ll give you your present.”

Frankie smirks, loving how eager you are and he’s excited to get you in bed after the movie ends and Pope and his girl are gone. “Baby, you’re already my present.” He murmurs, nipping your ear as you lean back against him. “Let’s get everything set up and we need blankets for the movie.”

You decide to have groceries delivered instead of going out, allowing you and Frankie to clean up and get ready to have them over. It’s not necessary, but you set out some of the candles Frankie got you for Christmas and light them, enjoying the romantic glow with the soft blankets strewn around for couples to cuddle under. “This is better than battling the craziness of a restaurant and a movie theater.” You decide, smiling at Frankie. You know that he hates crowded places and is constantly on alert for threats, so it’s easy to accommodate him and do a romantic night in on the busiest day for most fine dining restaurants.

Frankie nods, “it looks great, babe. I prefer this than going out and battling the crowds. We got some movies saved on the tv so we have a few options. You gonna make that dip?” He asks, biting his lower lip with a pleading expression. You nod and he groans, his hands caressing your side, “fuck yes. I can’t wait for that.”

You laugh quietly, swearing that dip is what made Frankie fall for you. Eating your dip at a party to the point where he almost made himself sick. “I’ll go make it now, I’ve got everything I need.”

Frankie playfully smacks your ass and you gasp, making him chuckle. His life was so dark before he met you. You brighten his days, make him believe in a hopeful future. You saved him. He’d be lost without you. “I’ll go get the drinks ready.” He says, making his way to the garage to grab the ice bucket and drinks for the movie marathon you have planned. Pope and his girl will be arriving soon.

The other food arrives and you set the store bought wings out on a tray and pop the pizzas into the oven and dump a bag of cheddar popcorn into a bowl. Just as you are setting it and the dip out, the doorbell rings out. “Oh! They are here!” You squeal, excited to see them.

Frankie heads to the door before you, opening it to greet his best friend and your best friend. You’ve been on quite a few couple dates, enjoying each other’s company during game nights. It’s been a perfect combination so far. “Hermano. Todo día más feo.” Pope teases Frankie as he pats him on the back in a hug and Frankie affectionately rolls his eyes as your best friend steps around the men to greet you.

“Hey!!!!” You and Dara throw your arms around each other and squeeze tight. Always happy to see each other and it’s such a joy to see your friend so happy after having so many shit boyfriends before Pope. You had constantly moaned together that it seems like there weren’t any good men anymore, and now you are both with ones that are completely amazing. If Pope had been kind of a playboy before, he had focused all that flirtatious energy into making sure your friend was head over heels for him. “How are you? I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to call!” You apologize and look at her once you break apart. 

She grins at you, “I’ve been so busy with the new job and honestly, going to Pope’s nearly every night. I’m hoping he’s going to ask me to move in soon since I basically live with him by now anyway.” She says, squeezing your hands as she glances over at Pope who is telling Frankie about his latest client in his security business. “We need a brunch to catch up.” Dara giggles and you nod, “yes we do. You want a drink? I got that vodka that you like.” Dara nods and lets you drag her into the kitchen with a smile.

“It going okay with your girl?” Pope asks Frankie who nods, glancing back at the door you disappeared through.

“She’s everything.” He murmurs, a silly smile on his face that Pope understands.

“Sooooooo.” You grin as you pour the vodka and add juice to it for Dara before mixing up one of your own. “Tell me, how is basically living with Pope?” You ask. “You look happy, really happy. And I love that for you.”

Dara grins, her cheeks hurting from how much she’s been smiling, “honestly, he’s so good. In every way.” Her voice lowers slightly, “he flirts like crazy with me and only me. All that attention makes a girl crazy in love.” She confesses and you squeal quietly, the ice cubes in your drink shaking as you bounce a little.

“Love?” You ask and she nods in confirmation.

“Who would’ve thought? Both of us in love? Especially when we were lonely and horny and used to-” Dara is cut off as the boys come into the kitchen to grab their beers, “you ladies ready for an epic movie marathon?” Pope asks, leaning in to kiss Dara on the cheek.

“Let’s do it.” You wink at Frankie and he nods, walking back into the living room to get the movie up on the streaming service. Pope and Dara take a seat on the large sectional, snuggling into each other and Frankie holds his arm out for you to curl into his side.

You fold into his arms easily and pull the cover up over your laps. The snacks are out and you smile over at Dara and Pope as they curl together near you, Dara closest to you. “Let me know when you need another drink.” You murmur to Dara before the movie starts.

The movie is some superhero movie the boys wanted to watch. The next movie is your choice. The explosions are loud and Frankie glances over at Dara and Pope whose eyes are on the screen. His hand slides down from your shoulder until he’s squeezing your breast. Your eyes flick up to his face and he is smirking slightly, knowing you can’t make a noise otherwise the others will know. His hand slides a little lower, brushing past your stomach until he is sliding his hand under the hem of the dress you’re wearing. His fingers trail along your thigh, slow and teasing, and you spread your legs a little for him. Covered by the blanket, his fingers slide higher until they are pressing against your clit through your panties.

Your breath catches and you bite your lip so you don’t moan, not wanting Dara and Pope to know what Frankie is doing to you. You aren’t focusing on the movie, having no clue what is going on as your boyfriend starts to rub tight circles on your clit, teasing you as he touches you. Frankie loves to make you cum and you have no doubt that he will right now, regardless of the other people in the room.

Pope smirks as his hand sneaks under the blanket, teasing his girlfriend as he caresses her through her clothes. She offers him a warning look, knowing that they are in someone else’s home. All thoughts of propriety leave her mind when his finger finds her clit, rubbing through her panties under her shirt. She bites her lip and focuses on the screen, unaware that you are doing the same thing. Frankie can feel how tense you are, trying to control yourself and that urges him on, rubbing your clit a little faster and you put your leg up, acting like you’re getting comfortable when you’re really giving him more access to you.

Pope glances over at the two of you, noting the smug smirk on Frankie’s face and he grins. He knows that look, and with the way you are squirming, you’re doing exactly what he and Dara are doing. He leans in and presses his lips to his girlfriend’s neck. “Dirty girl. Just like your friend.” He whispers playfully, biting her ear.

Dara stiffens slightly until she looks over at you and Frankie, knowing that look on your face. "Looks like you had the same idea as us." She declares and you rip your eyes away from the screen to look at your friend just as she pulls the blanket away from her lap to expose Santi's fingers rubbing her clit under her underwear. 

"Jesus." Frankie hisses, his cock already hard against your side as you lean against him. You smirk and pull your blanket off too, watching as Santi continues to rub Dara's clit. 

"Damn, baby. What a sight." Santi coos and Frankie doesn't stop his movements. The four of you watch each other, the movie forgotten as you moan softly. 

"Wanna have some fun, like old times?" Dara asks, her eyes flicking between you and Frankie.

Frankie’s eyes widen, gaze darting between you and his mouth is hanging open. 

“Baby?” You turn to look at him and lean in to kiss the bare spot on his jaw where his whiskers never grow. “Do you want to see me fool around with Dara?” You ask him, turning to look at Pope with a questioning look. You think it would be sexy, but if your boyfriend or Santi isn’t okay with it, you wouldn’t touch her.

Frankie is a little dumbstruck and he nods, looking over at Santi who grins and says “fuck yeah.”

Frankie leans in to kiss you softly, “yes. I want - want whatever you are comfortable with.” He murmurs, pulling his hand from your underwear to give you the freedom to touch Dara how you want. 

Dara grins, “like those lonely nights back in college.” She teases, leaning in to cup your cheek after Santi pulls his hand away from her and she leans in to press her lips to yours.

You are familiar with her mouth, accepting the kiss eagerly and curling your hand around the back of her head and sliding your tongue into her mouth. There were plenty of nights that you had done this and more, because you were bored, lonely, curious and finally just enjoying yourself. You hear the way the boys groan beside you but you are enjoying the way you know they are staring at both of you.

Santi reaches down to squeeze his cock through his pants, not noticing Frankie do the same as the two men watch their girlfriends kiss. Every guy’s dream honestly. Frankie caresses your back, squeezing your ass as you slide your tongue against Dara’s until she pulls back with a grin. “I wanna - do you want to switch?” She asks breathlessly, glancing behind you to Frankie.

You know that Dara has always been interested in how Frankie is as a lover and despite him being your boyfriend, you aren’t jealous. This woman has been a lover on and off for years and you have no jealousy. “What do you think, baby?” You ask Frankie, reaching down and pulling her tits out of her shirt and sneezing them. “Do you want to touch Dara like this? Show her how good your tongue is, like I’ve bragged about since the first night we’ve fucked?”

Frankie is torn, wondering for a second if this is a test, but your eyes are dark with lust and he glances at Pope to make sure he’s on the same page. His best friend nods, “as long as I get to see what these blowjobs you rave about are like.” He teases and Frankie smirks, “just you wait, hermano.” 

Dara giggles, leaning in to kiss you again. “Any of us have an issue, we say it.” She says, setting the rules as she shuffles around you towards Frankie, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants. “You weren’t lying when you said how thick he is.” She says and Frankie blushes slightly.

“I would never lie about that.” You coo as you crawl towards Santiago. “My baby is packing, and he knows how to fuck a girl until her legs are jelly.” You bite your lip as you straddle your friend’s boyfriend. “Just like I’m curious to find out how Santiago fucks you so hard you pass out.” You caress his cheek and lean in, the movie forgotten in the background. “Can I kiss you, handsome?”

Santi nods, his hands immediately finding your waist and he groans when you grind down onto him, leaning in to meet your lips in a kiss. Frankie inhales sharply when Dara reaches down to undo his pants, reaching in to pull his hard cock out. 

“Fuck, she wasn’t lying. You are packing. And uncut like Santi. Love that.” She murmurs and grips him, leaning down to take him in her mouth as her eyes focus on his while he watches her.

You look over as Frankie’s head drops back to the couch cushion and he moans loudly. You love the sounds he makes when you are blowing him and now you get to see him from another view. “You want to have a little competition, Dara?” You coo. “See who can get the guy to the brink of cumming the fastest?”

She pulls off of Frankie’s cock, a smirk on her lips as she looks over at you. “You’re on, baby. Let’s blow their minds.” She grins and you peck Santi’s lips as you slide down his body until you are working his pants open. Dara pumps Frankie in her hand and his eyes watch you as you take Pope’s cock out. Jesus, he feels his cock twitch in Dara’s fingers as your eyes meet his.

“Fuck, you weren’t lying when you said he has a beautiful cock.” You hum, pulling the foreskin back and looking at the bead of precum that has built up at the tip. “I can’t wait to hear him moan.”

Santi watches you as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, “mierda.” He curses and looks over at Dara who has taken Frankie back into her mouth with a moan. The men’s eyes flick between their partner and the woman sucking their cock. Groaning as Santi caresses your head and Dara chokes as she tries to take Frankie deeper.

You know Dara knows how to give head so you put everything you’ve got into sucking Santiago’s cock. Wrapping your fingers around the base and pumping while you work him deeper, making sure that you make him wet and keep your palette soft.

“Fuckkkk.” Santi pants as you take him deeper and Jesus, your mouth feels so good. He hisses and Frankie nods, “damn good. So fucking good.” He pants as his hand comes up to grip the back of the sofa, trying to keep himself from thrusting up into Dara’s mouth.

You moan around Santiago’s cock, enjoying the way he throbs and pulses in your mouth when you swallow around him. Reaching down and gently cradling his balls when you let go of his shaft and completely engulf him in your mouth until your nose is pressed against the short hairs at the base of his cock.

“Holllly fuckin’ shitttt.” Pope hisses, his fingers curling in the edge of the sofa cushion and his toes curl as you take him deep. “Fuckkkk.” He exhales shakily, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you blow his mind.

Dara chuckles around Frankie’s cock, knowing how good you are, and she ups her game, bobbing her head a little faster so Frankie hisses at the pace. "Holy shit."

You have to let up, needing to watch Frankie’s eyes roll back in pleasure. You hum around Pope’s cock and reach for his hand, pulling it to the back of your head. Encouraging him to thrust up into your mouth or push your head down. Wanting him to completely lose control.

Pope groans, keeping you still as he thrusts up into you, his cock twitching as he pushes down your throat. Fuck, no wonder Frankie looks dazed whenever he comes back from his lunch break. “She’s good, hermano?” He asks and Pope nods, panting slightly.

You don’t know if Pope plans on cumming down your throat but you don’t let up. Bobbing your head and swallowing around him, keeping the suction tight around his cock as he throbs on your tongue.

He doesn’t want to cum down your throat. He lets out a strangled choke and grabs the back of your neck, dragging you off of his cock and he watches you stay connected to his length with a line of spit. “Holy fuck.” He gasps, trying to calm himself down and he looks over at Dara who is taking Frankie down her throat.

“One day, you need to cum down my throat.” You gasp as you try to catch your breath, grinning up at him before you look over where Dara is still sucking Frankie’s cock. “Fuck they look so sexy, don’t they?” You moan, sinking a hand between your thighs and inside your panties. “I don’t know which one is sexier right now. And I’ve fucked them both.”

Frankie pants, turned on by your statement. He knows your history with Dara, you’ve talked about your sex life and Frankie must admit that he’s jerked off thinking about you and Dara messing around. He hisses when Dara pulls off of his cock, knowing he won’t want to cum, and Pope moves fast to drag you up his body. “Whose cock do you want to sit on?” He asks you with a smirk.

“Weelllllll, I think I want to sit on your cock, baby.” You lean in and press your lips to Santi’s. “I want to hear Dara squeal Frankie’s name while I moan yours.” You are dripping at the idea and reach over to grab your friend’s face and pull her close for another kiss. “Do you want to lick your boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy, baby?” You ask her breathlessly.

She nods, a whimper escaping her lips and she grabs her shirt to pull it over her head. You follow suit with your dress, leaving you both in panties that are soon shoved onto the floor. You straddle Pope, caressing his chest through his t-shirt, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. “Goddamn. You’re gorgeous. Fish is a lucky fucker.” He compliments you, his hands finding your ass to squeeze your cheeks until he slaps them.

“You’re lucky too, hermano.” Frankie groans, stroking his hands up and down Dara’s back before cupping her tits. “Your girlfriend is fucking breathtaking. Too good for your ugly ass.” He jokes, leaning in and biting her shoulder.

Dara whimpers and reaches down to grip Frankie’s cock. You know she has an IUD and is clean. She knows you are the same. She trusts everyone here and she’s excited to have a good time. She’s dripping wet so notching Frankie at her entrance isn’t hard work. He slips into her as she sinks down onto him with a low moan.

Both you and Santi watch, eyes blown with lust as your boyfriend and his girlfriend start to fuck. “Fuck,” you pant as you look back at Pope. “I need you inside me.” You beg, reaching down and gripping his cock. “Will you fuck me, Pope?”

Santi nods, his hands sliding down your back until he’s squeezing your ass again. “Take what you want, bebita.” He orders and you shuffle closer, swiping his cock through your folds a couple of times before you start to sink down onto him.

Frankie groans as he watches you take his friend’s cock. The way your jaw drops and he twitches inside of Dara. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” She murmurs to him, her eyes watching her boyfriend and her best friend.

“Fucking amazing.” Frankie groans, unable to believe this is happening. “You are so tight, hermosa.” He praises, rocking his hips up and slapping her thigh gently. “Never thought I would get to do this.” He huffs, groaning again when she squeezes him hard enough to make him twitch.

You watch Frankie and Dara, clenching around Pope’s cock hard enough that he hisses. “You like watching them, baby? You like watching them fuck each other?” He coos into your ear, biting down on your earlobe. “You’re so fucking wet around me. Always wondered what you’d be like. Frankie said he’d give me a chance with you.”

You moan softly, wishing you had known about those conversations before now. “He has.” You hum, clenching down around him. “How do you like being inside your best friend’s girl?”

“Fucking love it.” Santi groans, smacking your ass with both hands. He hisses your name and rocks you a little faster on top of him. “You enjoying it?” He asks you, leaning in to nip your jaw.

“Yesssssss.” You whimper, closing your eyes and tangling your fingers into Santiago’s hair while you start to bounce on his cock. “Always wondered what it would be like to fuck you. Imagined you and Frankie both railing me. Now I want that and to see you both rail Dara.”

Santi groans at the same time as Frankie, imagining that dirty thought. They have shared women before during time stateside but he loves the idea of sharing you with his friend and his girlfriend more often, watching you all like his own private porno. “Goddamn.” Frankie hisses, cupping Dara’s tits and pinching her nipples to make her gasp.

You giggle quietly and look over at your boyfriend. “You like that idea, baby? Fucking me and Dara with Santi? Being complete sluts for the two of you? I know you would want to have Dara sit on your cock while I sit on your face.”

Frankie groans, cock twitching inside of Dara, “and Pope can fuck her ass.” He smirks, knowing his friend has a big thing for anal.

Dara chuckles, “double? Fuck yes.” She groans, “then I can play with that gorgeous pair of tits and kiss your girl. Keep her satisfied while you suck on her clit like I used to.” Dara smirks until her jaw drops when Frankie thrusts up into her.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Santiago hisses and his hands tighten on your hips. “You never told me that.” He huffs. “I’d have had you telling me all about it while I was making you scream.” He has had quite a few ideas of fucking you and Dara, but to know that you used to eat each other out? It’s sexy as fuck. “I’ll want to see that while I recover enough to fuck her.”

“We can show our boys how to eat pussy, can’t we baby?” Dara winks at you and moans when Frankie thrusts up into her again. “Oh do that again.” She begs, knowing he has found the right angle and Frankie obliges her, keeping her still while he fucks up into her like it’s the last thing he will do.

“He’s so good, isn’t he?” That’s not to say Santi isn’t a good lover and he steals your attention back to him with the next thrust. Making you moan and turn back to crush your lips to his while you start to ride him again in earnest.

Dara watches you kiss Santi and it sends her over the edge, she cries out against Frankie’s shoulder as he thrusts up into her with vigor, grunts escaping his lips as he jackhammers up into her until she is squealing. Shaking against your boyfriend as she cums, soaking him and her nails digging into his shoulders.

Santiago actually stops thrusting into you, although his cock is pulsing harshly, twitching inside you as he watches his girlfriend cum all over Frankie. “Jesus Christ.” He hisses, so turned on by the sight he almost cums himself. “Now it’s your turn.” He promises, kissing you passionately and starting to move when Dara collapses against Frankie’s chest.

Frankie stops thrusting once Dara is worked through her orgasm, wanting to watch you cum on Santi’s cock. He doesn’t want to cum too soon so he strokes Dara’s back as they both watch Santi start to thrust up into you. “That’s it, Bonita. Want you to cum for me.” Santi coos, his hands squeezing your ass to help rock you on top of him.

Your boyfriend encouraging to cum throws you over the edge. Tossing your head back, you cry out in pleasure. “Santi!” Your walls clamp down around his cock and you soak him as your body shakes.

He groans as you clamp down on him, squeezing him tight. 

“Holy shit, Fish. Like a goddamn vice.” Pope hisses and works you through it by rocking you on top of him. His cock is throbbing inside of you. “Wanna - don’t wanna cum yet.” He admits and Frankie nods. 

“Get on your hands and knees. Both of you.” Frankie orders, smacking Dara’s ass.

It takes a moment for you to move, but when you are on your hands and knees by Dara, you lean in and kiss your friend. “Fuck.” You giggle against her lips. “Isn’t this the fucking dream?” You ask breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at the two men and smirking. “They are both so fucking hot and want to fuck us.”

Dara smirks back, “a girl’s fucking dream, baby. Remember when we used to talk about something like this happening?” She asks and you nod, leaning in to kiss her again, sliding your tongue against yours. The two men groan, slowly jerking their cocks before they shuffle forward, notching themselves at the dripping wet cunts and pushing back in.

You don’t know exactly who is inside you for a moment while you are kissing Dara. Eyes closed and trying to guess because your cunt is already a little abused from the fucking. Until his hands grip your hips and he drills forward hard enough to make you gasp into your friend’s mouth. “Frankie!”

Your boyfriend chuckles as you gasp out his name and he slaps your ass. "Want you to cum for me, hermosa." He demands, knowing he can pull you apart easily. He hisses when you teasingly clench around him. 

"That's it baby." Pope groans when Dara grinds back onto him and he thrusts into her, making her moan into your mouth before she sucks on your tongue.

Dara nods, knowing it won't take much. She hisses as she rocks back onto Pope, his fingers rubbing her clit, but when you lean in to kiss her, your fingers pinching your nipple, she's sent over the edge. "Fuck!" She squeals into your mouth as she cums, clamping down on Santi's cock.

Both men groan at the sight of the two of you locked into a kiss when Dara cums. Santiago grips her hips tights to continue fucking her and Frankie moans as his own pace quickens. You know they are loving the sight and you swallow her sounds as she comes apart.

Frankie wants you to follow, his hand squeezing your tit as he rocks into you. “Fuck baby. Want you to cum for me.” He demands, pinching your nipple as Dara pants against your chin.

His cock is shredding against something wonderful inside you and you know you won't last long. You never do when he's hammering into you like it's the last thing he will do. Your body starting to stiffen with each thrust until you let out a loud cry, unable to stop yourself from tumbling over the edge and drawing out your pleasure.

“Fuckkkk.” Frankie groans when you squeeze his cock like a goddamn vice. “That’s it, hermosa. Jesús Christ.” He hisses, trying to hold off from filling you up. He pants your name and caresses your stomach, enjoying the way you soak him.

Dara groans and pushes back against Pope's cock. "Need you to cum, baby." She begs softly. "Both of you. Want to see cum dripping out of both of our cunts."

Pope grunts, jaw clenched as he pounds into your best friend, his nostrils flared as he seeks his orgasm.

Frankie groans, smacking your ass when you clench him, egging him on. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He hisses, pushing deep as he fills your walls with his hot seed in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“Fraannnnnnnkie.” You whine his name, rolling your eyes back in pleasure as he paints your walls with his cum, hearing Pope hiss out Dara’s name beside you as he is the last one to cum, his hips stuttering and his entire body jerking in pleasure as he fills her. “Oh god.” You pant, collapsing down onto your cheek and look over your friend and her boyfriend as he slumps over her back and kisses along her spine. “That was amazing.” 

Frankie leans over you to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours and you kiss him back as hungrily. Dara chuckles breathlessly, “now I wanna taste your cum from her pussy.” Dara smirks at you, “wanna sit on my face like we used to?” She asks, biting her lip.

“Fuck yes.” You moan, clenching around Frankie and the thought of her tongue against your cunt. Frankie is amazing at eating your pussy, but Dara was just as good, if not slightly better. “I want to taste Pope’s cum too.”

The two men shuffle from behind you, pulling out slowly, and move to sit on the other side of the sofa, eyes eager. Dara shifts to lay down and she smirks at you, tapping her cheek and you shift to straddle her face, stretching your body over hers so you can push her legs apart, finding her creamy cunt. Dara doesn’t hesitate to lean in, sliding her tongue through your folds with a groan.

It takes a good bit of tilting her hips, but your own tongue quickly follows suit while both men groan around you. Watching as you two sample their cum from their girlfriend’s cunt with an eagerness that borders on feral. You love the saltiness of Santiago mixed with the sweet tang of Dara, licking the mixture from her swollen folds and holding her legs apart when your tongue swipes over her sensitive clit. 

“Fuck me.” Frankie murmurs, watching you both writhe and lick and suck. It’s primal and his spent cock rests against his thigh but his stomach twists with arousal at the erotic display.

“Mierda.” Pope murmurs, watching just as intensely.

You love the fact that they are watching, but this is honestly for you and Dara. They have cum and it will be a little while before they can fuck again. You clench around nothing when you hear Frankie groan, and suck a little harder on your friend’s clit. 

Dara squeezes your ass, loving the way you rock back onto her tongue. Her hips tilted so you can lick deeper into her pussy. It’s intoxicating and everyone is feeling the intensity of this moment. “That’s it baby. Lick her clit. She likes that.” Frankie coaches you, seeing Dara’s reactions.

You hum, grinning into her folds as you obey Frankie. It’s no hardship, especially since that’s exactly what she likes. You suck her clit into your mouth and give it a series of kitten licks that makes her moan into your cunt.

Dara’s tongue gets faster, anxious to make you cum like you used to. She laps at you, sucking on your clit and swirling her tongue around it while the boys continue to watch with rapture. “Look so good, bebita. Wish I could take a a fucking photo.” Pope groans, watching with dark eyes.

She pulls her lips away from your clit for a moment, making you whine. “Do it.” She moans before she dives back into your cunt. You moan your own agreement and nod. You trust the boys not to share that, and you would love to see how sexy this looks from their perspective.

Pope scrambles to find his pants on the floor, getting his phone and he looks over at Frankie who nods enthusiastically. “Do it, hermano.” He insists and Pope smirks as he takes a photo of you and Dara. “So fucking hot.” He groans softly, taking a couple more.

You whimper when Dara sucks on your clit again, so close to cumming as you rock your hips back. Pushing down onto her tongue. Your hand slides up and you push two fingers inside her, knowing how much she loves to cum around something.

“Fuck.” She cries out against your folds, her lips slick with cum and your arousal, and the boys watch in awe as her thighs start to shake around your head. “Cum for her baby.” Santo orders, his cock twitching in interest.

It only takes another few moments of sucking on her clit and pumping your fingers into her cunt before she is crying out. Her walls clenching down around your fingers and soaking them with her cum.

The boys hiss, watching Dara cum, and Frankie leans forward on his elbows, planting them on his knees as he watches Dara ride her orgasm on your fingers. “Your turn, hermosa.” Frankie rasps and Dara nods, her tongue pushing back inside of you, her chin against your clit as she tries to push you over the edge.

You whine, eyes fluttering closed and your mouth drops open when she flicks her tongue inside you, sending you over the edge. Your entire body bucks and you squeal in pleasure as the waves of bliss crash over you, making you gasp out as you grind back onto her face.

The guys groan, their cocks half hard at the sight in front of them. Pope smirks, biting his lip as he watches you cum. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” He coos to both women. 

“Goddamn.” Frankie murmurs, watching Dara work you through it before she shifts to pull her mouth back.

You sit up and shift off of her, smirking at Dara and pulling her in for one last kiss before looking at the boys. “Happy Valentine’s Day, boys.” You hum playfully, making Dara giggle as she clings to you and it might be the best Valentine’s Day that you’ve ever had. Definitely one to repeat.

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Santiago saying “that’s right baby, say my name” ?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞

Thank you for the request. You are really feeding my Santiago obsession, I wrote this instead of working on my exam project...

summary: Santiago comes home earlier than you had expected, catching you in the middle of pleasuring yourself, and as the good boyfriend that he is, offers to help you out.

pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x afab!reader

word count: 2.3k 

note: Explicit (18+) Established relationship. Female mastubartion, vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V (with use of contraception), creampie. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language. Title from ‘Movement’ by Hozier.

...So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby...

A shaky sigh escapes your mouth, as you slowly slide your fingers from your sternum down through the valley between your breasts to your stomach, letting the pads of your fingers run down your lower abdomen to the middle of your pelvis. Your other hand is palming the soft flesh of one of your exposed breasts, fingers sliding lightly over your nipple.      

You are lying sprawled out on the middle of your and your boyfriend’s shared bed, your upper body slightly elevated by the pillows that are supporting your back, your legs spread open with your knees bent, the soles of your feet planted on the mattress. All you can think about as you lay in this possession is Santi. Making you imagine that it is his hands that are touching you as you let your hand wander further down, letting your fingers slowly slide through your wet folds. A warm rush runs through you, your skin tingling at the memory of his touch. You drag your fingers towards your entrance, coating them in the wetness of your arousal before slowly moving them up toward your clit.

Your fingers start to move in slow circles around the nerve bundle, slowly teasing yourself as you feel the heat in your stomach grow. Your eyes are closed tightly shut as you let yourself get lost in the sensation, your mouth slightly agape as you reminisce the feeling of Santiago’s broad, skillful hands touching you. You see him so clearly in your mind, easily recalling his handsome features. The lines of his strong jaw. The curve of his nose. The shape of his lips; lips you so desperately wish you could kiss right now. Those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes of his. You imagine them looking at you as you touch yourself, imagine his dark irises roaming your body through heavy lids.   

His name is on your tongue and it spills from your lips as you begin to move your hand faster, adding a bit more pressure which makes your body jerk slightly. You keep moaning out his name as you imagine that it is his fingers that are bringing you pleasure.

“Babe?” A familiar voice utters and you are immediately pulled out of your fantasy. 

Your eyes snap open and you squeeze your thighs together, more from instinct than anything else, it is not like he hasn’t seen you in more vulnerable positions before, but something about him catching you like this still makes you feel a little bit of embarrassment.

Santiago is standing in the door of your bedroom, you had not heard him come home, too lost in your little solo session to hear the front door opening or him going to through your house to your shared bedroom. His side is leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused smile is tugging at the corner of his mouth like he is having a grand time seeing you like this, but something is flickering in his eyes, something darker, a deep and intense lust.      

“You didn’t have to stop for my sake.” He says, uncrossing his arms as he starts to walk over to the bed.  

“I… I thought you wouldn’t be home until late?” You mutter a little flustered, he was supposed to be out with the guys tonight, you had not expected him to get home before you had gone to sleep, but the clear look of enjoyment in seeing you like this is making it hard to feel real embarrassment. 

“I missed you so I went home early.” He confesses. “Sounds like you were missing me too, huh?” The mattress dips as he climbs down on the bed, placing a hand on each side of your body, caging you under him as his eyes lock with yours. 

“I always miss you when you’re not around.” You say, bringing your hand up to his face to cup his cheek, your thumb gently sliding over his cheekbone.

“Well, I’m here now.” He says, his voice low and deep, before leaning down to kiss you hard and passionately, it’s the kind of kiss that you would have you afraid of your knees giving up under you if you had been standing.

“Need you.” You whisper into his mouth as you finally break the kiss to get a breath of air and Santi takes the opportunity to pull off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before he comes crashing down on you again, kissing you like it was the only reason he had been put on this planet. 

“Your jeans too.” You pant against his lips as he finally breaks the kiss.

He hums, leaving another quick kiss on your lips before he lifts himself from the bed to get rid of the rest of his clothes. You let out a little moan when his already hard cock springs free as he slides off his boxers. Throbbing and ready, the tip glistening with precum, he must have been standing in the door for a little while you think. You stretch out your arms towards him, gesturing for him to come back down on the bed to you. A devilish smile on his lips as he crawls back down over you. 

“You looked so beautiful spread out like that, touching yourself as you moaned my name.” He says as he begins to leave a trail of kisses down your throat. You let out a light moan as he continues his trail of kisses further down your body. He stops when he reaches your lower stomach and looks up at you through hooded eyes, pupils blown wide, he is looking drunk on love. “Wanna taste you, baby.” He mutters, which makes you let out a little whimper.

You spread your legs wider, you need him so desperately.  

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” He coos, sitting back on his calves to get a better view of your glistening pussy now on free display. “So pretty…” He says in awe. “Are you gonna let me have a taste?” 

“Mmm.” You hum through closed lips, nodding to let him know that you are more than willing to let him have a taste of you.     

He brings his middle and index finger to your core, slipping them through your folds as he coats them in your slickness.     

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs, letting his fingers explore your vulva. “My sweet, beautiful girl.” 

“Fuck, Santi….” You moan as he finally slips his fingers into you. Slowly pumping them in and out of you as he positions himself between your legs. You tangle your fingers in his curls, letting out a little whine as he removes his fingers, making you feel empty, but it turns into a low moan as he lowers his head, taking your clit between his lips and starting to hungrily suck at it.      

You grab his hair a little tighter as he brings up a hand to spread your lips open, giving him better access. He brings his other hand to your entrance, sliding his fingers into you once again, slowly pumping into you while his tongue licks and sucks at your clit. He is moaning into your cunt, enjoying the reaction his movements have on you, making you grip his hair even tighter. He keeps lapping into you, keeps working his magic and you feel how your climax is building up, getting ready to explode, and when he curls the fingers inside of you just right you know you’re a goner.  

“Fu-ck… Santi, I…” You pant out, your hips jerking up into his mouth.

“I know, baby, I know. You can, baby. Please cum for me.” He hums into your pussy.    

It is all you needed to hear, your climax washes over you in hot, electric waves. You whine out as you soak his face and your cunt clenches down around his fingers. Santi keeps pumping you through your orgasm, letting you ride out your high until you get too sensitive and you feel like you can’t take it anymore and you have to tuck on his hair to make him stop. Santi lets out a gasp as he finally detaches his mouth from you, humming happily as he licks his lips. 

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Can’t get enough of you.” He sighs as he climbs up over your body, caging you between his arms once again before leaning down to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips. It sends a warm rush through your body.    

“I need you inside of me.” You confess, making him smile down at you, dipping his head down to kiss your lips again. 

“Then you shall have me.” He grins into your mouth, kissing you as he takes his cocks in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before he positions himself at your entrance. He kisses your mouth as he starts to slip into you. You feel how your walls stretch as you take more and more of him. You raise your hips, lifting your legs to cross them around his body. You are relishing in the sensation of him filling you up so completely, even with the preparation of his fingers and with your wetness the girth of him still stings a little, but it is not an unwelcome feeling. Santi kisses your cheek and you feel so loved and so content in this moment like you are exactly where you are supposed to be. You can’t help but push your hips upwards, the need for him to move, getting almost unbearable. Your movement has him moan slightly. 

“Ready?” He asks, leaving another kiss on your cheek.  

“Yeah.” You nod, grinding slightly into him, which has him let out a little grunt. He starts to slowly pull out of you until only the tip of his cock is remaining inside before rolling his hips, pushing all of his cock into you again with one fluid motion, making you cling to his back as he begins to fuck into you, lifting your legs from his waist to his shoulder. The position is letting him thrust deep inside of you with each roll of his hips.

He starts out with a slow, rhythmical pace but his thrusts are quickly getting faster and more desperate as he loses himself more and more in the overwhelming feeling of you. “You feel so good, baby…” He pants out as he keeps thrusting into you. “Fuck, I love you so much.” 

“Love you too.” You breathe out, as he keeps pounding you into the soft mattress beneath you. “Fu-uck, love you so much, Santi.” 

Your words have him fueled up, the way he is now pounding his cock into you, so deeply and purposefully, makes you cry out in pleasure. “Yes, Santi! Fu-uck, right there! Right there…” You shriek, the pleasure building up to a whole new level. “Santiago, I…I-” You are so close now, and you can feel him twitch inside of you as his name falls from your lips.  

“That’s right baby, say my name” He growls “Love when you say it, makes me know that I’m yours.”

“You are, Santi. You are all mine.” You gasp out. His name keeps spilling from your lips over and over again, you’re chanting it like your life is depending on it like it is a prayer you are devoting to a life-giving deity. Your breasts are being squeezed against his broad chest, your sensitive nipples rubbing against his warm skin. Your arms are desperately clinging to his back. His heavy balls are hitting your skin with each strong thrust, and the sound of your skin colliding is filling the room. 

“I’m so close.” You babble into his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I can feel it, baby… You can, baby, you can cum for me.” He says, bringing a hand to your head and gently guiding it back onto the pillow, as he follows you down kissing you so gently as the last string that is holding you together snaps. Your walls squeeze down around him, sucking him into your warmth as your climax washes over you. He kisses you through it as his own climax comes over him. You hum into him as you feel the warmth of his release filling you up, coating your walls. He keeps thrusting into you, fucking his cum deep into you until it is leaking out around his cock. 

You only break the kiss when you physically can’t keep going as your lungs scream for air and you have to catch your breath, but you don’t mind as it makes it possible for you to watch his handsome as he keeps thrusting into you as he rides out his orgasm until his movements finally come to a halt. He sneaks his strong arms around you, kissing you before flipping you over so you’re now laying next to him instead of having him on top of you. He holds you close, the secure feeling of his strong arms around you making you feel safe and secure as he hugs you tight. His softening cock is still inside of you as you both lay and catch your breath. 

“I’m glad you came home early.” You finally break the silence, as you whisper into his chest.

“Me too.” He says, squeezing you a little tighter.

The two of you lay like this for a while, until you start to yawn and Santiago gets up and leaves the bedroom. He is soon coming back in with a glass of water for you and a damp washcloth. He cleans you up as you sip the water, soon joining you on the bed again, pulling the warm covers over you both as you snuggle into his broad chest. He is gently stroking your back, whispering sweet nothings and ‘I love yous’ into the room until you fall asleep, completely engulfed in the warm feeling of his love.

...So move me, baby Like you've nothin' left to prove And nothin' to lose Move me, baby...

Movement, Hozier

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