#dbf!santiago garcia smut
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Precious Girl.
oh my GOOOOOOD everyone knows I see the words dad's best friend and go fuckin feral. thank you for this.
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You're sat on a bench in the dark when he walks past.
"Santi?" you ask, squinting to see him.
"Hermosa?"
He stops and sits down next to you, his warmth instantly seeping into your skin where his arm brushes yours.
"What are you doing sat out here? It's 2am and pitch black."
You chew at your lip, playing with the rings on your fingers.
"I had a date. It was bad, so I left. Realised I didn't know where I was, so I sat down here to try and call an Uber or something."
"What do you mean, bad?"
"I don't know. He was cocky. Patronising. Immature. I don't have the energy for boys anymore, Santi."
He chuckles, deep and knowing.
"At least you know what you want, hermosa. I admire that."
"What I want doesn't fucking exist," you laugh. "Think I'll just give up."
"I know you. You've never been a quitter."
You exhale slowly.
"I hate that you're right."
A pause.
"What are you doing walking around in the dark at this time of night, Garcia?"
"Met some old college buddies at that Irish bar."
"Did my Dad go?"
"Yeah. We parked in separate places, so I was just walking back to my car. He left just before me."
"He loves those guys."
"I do too," he smiles.
You both sit for a moment, thinking. Santiago nudges your shoulder with his gently.
"Let's get out of here, hmm? I'll drive you home."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I know you love my heated seats, so..."
"It's true," you laugh. "They're the height of luxury, Santi."
"That car was my mid life crisis."
"There are worse things it could have been. Thank God it wasn't gambling. Or prostitutes."
He laughs, throwing his head back and knocking his body into your side.
"None of that shit. Just a nice car with heated seats."
"What more could you want?"
"Exactly."
He grabs your hand, pulling you up with him.
"Let's go home, hermosa."
Santi walks you back to his car, only ten minutes down the road. When you reach it, he reaches past you and grabs the handle on the passenger side to open the door for you. He leans in close, his nose brushing yours. Your breath hitches in your chest, not daring to move.
You don't know who moves first, but all of a sudden his lips are on yours, pressing you up against the car. You're moaning into his mouth, tangling your fingers into his salt and pepper hair, desperate to get as close to him as possible.
Santi's hands dance from your hips to the hem of your skirt and underneath. He pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers through your wet heat, groaning.
"Fuck, baby. This all for me?"
When you nod frantically, he smirks.
"Fucking filthy. Getting all worked up for your dad's best friend. What would they say if they knew, huh? If they saw their precious girl getting fingered in a parking lot..."
He trails off as he sinks two fingers into you, his other hand holding an iron grip on your hip to keep you still. His thumb finds your clit effortlessly, the ease of it making you moan.
"Think it's time you expand your horizons, cariño. No more boys from now on, yeah?"
You're babbling, agreeing mindlessly, willing to say anything to get what you want.
"You look so gorgeous like this. It's nice to see your attitude in check for a change."
You kiss him again to shut him up, practically begging him to be quiet. As much as his teasing gets under your skin, he's right. This was exactly what you needed.
"Close, baby? Can feel you squeezin' me. Like a fuckin' vice."
You grip at his jacket and pull him into you, resting your forehead on his chest to try and anchor yourself. When he leans down and sucks into the spot under your ear, you're done for.
You find your release embarrassingly quickly, boneless and shaking. Santi talks you through it, murmuring sweetness into your hair.
You pull away and rest against the car, catching your breath. Santi steals a kiss cheekily before smoothing down your skirt and brushing the creases from your shirt.
"Good?"
"Good," you giggle. "Very good."
"Let's get you home, huh?"
He leans past you to open your door, lips brushing your ear.
"My home. I'm not done with you yet, hermosa."
The anticipation makes you shiver.
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illicit affair
Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader
Summary: Following your intimate encounter with your dad’s best friend, Santiago, during your family’s Thanksgiving gathering, the two of you pick back up where you left off when you visit home again for Christmas—though your covert rendezvous doesn’t quite go as planned.
Word Count: 3.3k
Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT
Content: NSFW, smut, minimal plot mainly filth, DBF!Santiago, implied age gap (reader is of age), masturbation, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, rimming, reference to anal sex, creampie, squirting, cum eating, spit kink, praise kink, choking kink, rough sex, dirty talk
A/N: This is a sequel to cut the brakes. If you want context on "what happened at Thanksgiving," read that first! This and all of my other spirals over DBF!Santi are forever dedicated to my beloved @welcometostayingawake.
While you’d anticipated sneaking away to see Santiago during your trip home to spend the holidays with your family…this turn of events certainly wasn’t in your itinerary.
Initially, after the clamor of festivities at your dad’s house on Christmas, you’d had every intention of feigning plans with hometown friends for the days that followed—plans that would actually find you nestled up at Santi’s house, during which time he’d hopefully make good on all of the wanton promises he’d made over the phone following your Thanksgiving adventures. Your vibrator was nearly on its last leg after vigorous daily use at this point, the silicone finding a familiar home lodged deep inside of your wet cunt every evening as your phone screen lit up with videos of Santiago fisting his thick cock.
Santi had found a reasonable excuse to politely decline your dad’s invite to Christmas dinner, if only because he could in no way promise that he’d be able to resist fucking you right there in your childhood bedroom while your family unknowingly mingled in the living room. The mere thought sent excitement racing down your spine, but you knew you had to play it safe if you wanted this to continue. He was your dad’s best goddamn friend, after all. God forbid your grandmother accidentally mistake your room for the bathroom and find the man balls deep inside of you.
So yeah, you’d save your long-awaited fuck fest for the privacy of Santiago’s house. Where you could scream as loudly as you wanted to whilst he pounded you into the mattress.
…at least that’s what you thought.
Until your dad invited you along for a Boxing Day visit to Santiago’s, in lieu of his absence from the prior evening’s celebrations. A visit which unfortunately coincided with a snowy morning that rapidly evolved into an outright blizzard by the afternoon, the hazardous road conditions therefore preventing you from leaving.
Snowed in with your father and Santiago?
What could possibly go wrong?
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You ran a hand over the sleek black comforter neatly tucked across Santiago’s large mattress, your mind spinning at the thought that you were about to sleep in his bed for the very first time with your father in the room just across the hall. And Santi wasn’t even there with you.
When it became clear that you wouldn’t be getting out the door anytime soon due the amount of snow that continued to accumulate in the streets with not a single plow in sight, Santiago had offered up his bedroom and his guest room to the two of you. Your father was quick to say he’d take the couch, but Santi insisted otherwise. And when he proceeded to head upstairs to clear out the abundant clutter in the spare bedroom, which he rarely used, your dad casually waved him off as he told him not to bother. He, personally, didn’t mind the mess, and you could just take Santi’s bedroom to make things easier. You hadn’t dared even steal a glance over in his direction when your father said that, face burning with the downright irony of the situation at hand.
Sighing, you allowed yourself to collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows and inhaling the warm scent of Santiago’s cologne. You rolled onto your side, your body pressing into the edges of a hard lump nestled beneath the covers. Curious, you pulled the blanket down, fingers closing around a rectangular box tied shut with a large, pink bow. You tugged at the silky material and opened the lid to find a lacy lingerie set with an index card placed on top of it.
Merry Christmas, cariño.
Breath hitching in your throat, you brushed your fingers over the material, a thrill running down your spine. Of fucking course he would do this.
A few moments later, your clothes were left discarded on the floor as you slipped on Santiago’s gift, turning sideways to admire the way the lingerie looked on your body. Glancing back over at the soft, rumpled sheets on the bed, an idea occurred to you, prompting you to climb back onto the mattress.
Santiago may not have the opportunity to fuck you in this bed tonight, but you’d certainly be getting off one way or another. You ran a hand down your throat and over your breasts, teasing at your peaked nipples, which were nearly on full display through the sheer bra. Sliding your fingers inside of the material, you arched your back into your own touch, imagining that the sting of pleasure that pinching your nipples elicited was from Santiago’s teeth as he latched his mouth onto your tits.
Your thighs fell open as you trailed your hand along your stomach, fingers flirting with the waistband of the panties that just barely covered your mound and your ass. But before allowing yourself unfettered access to your aching cunt, you reached toward the nightstand for your phone, opening up the camera.
You snapped several photos, including a shot of your breasts while you sucked on your fingers, your ass on full display with nothing but a thin strap of material running between your cheeks, and the sticky arousal that had already leaked through your panties, coating the inside of your thighs. Santiago had received plenty of suggestive photos of you recently, but the chance to shamelessly tease him while you were sprawled out across his mattress, knowing he couldn’t come upstairs and fuck you, was something you couldn’t pass up.
Swiping over to the video feature, you propped the phone up on a pillow for a full-frontal view of your leaking cunt as you hooked a finger in the fabric, pulling the panties aside and inserting your middle finger into your fluttering hole. You moaned as you realized just how wet you were already, the digit sliding through your tight walls with no resistance, and you quickly slid another finger in.
Downstairs, Santi shifted from where he was sprawled out on the couch, lifting up his phone and squinting in the darkness of the living room to glance at the bright screen. His mouth went dry as he swiped a finger to reveal the gallery of images you’d sent to him, showing off that you’d indeed found the gift he’d stashed under the covers for you.
He scrolled through the pictures, cock stiffening heavily in his sweatpants at the way the lingerie left little to the imagination, showing off the dips and curves of your nearly naked body. Groaning, his hand found its way into his boxers when he opened the video of you finger fucking yourself, and he gripped his shaft tightly at the slick, squelching noises that accompanied your needy moans.
“Santi”
At the sound of you whimpering his name, he dropped the phone face down in his lap, biting down hard on his knuckles as he fisted his length, jerking his hips upward, mind wandering with the temptation of climbing the stairs two at a time and stuffing his cock inside of you without preamble.
He’d spent far too many nights jerking off to nothing but your text messages in the time since he’d seen you last—he’d even gone so far as to excuse himself from the table when he made the mistake of opening a particularly filthy photo of a dildo stuffed into your ass while he was out for lunch with your father last week, rushing to the bathroom to sloppily fuck his fist (while also sending you a photo of the way he’d accidentally splattered his cum all over the stall afterward).
Santi was nearing the point of desperation now—he needed to feel the way your tight cunt choked down his fat cock as he slid inside of you. He needed to hear your broken sobs in his ear as he kept fucking you through your first orgasm and right into the next without stopping. He needed see the cock drunk expression on your face as he pumped you full of cum over and over.
He was halfway through entertaining of the thought of how quickly he’d be able to escape the wrath of your father's fists if were to walk into the bedroom to find Santi fucking his daughter when he froze upon hearing a creaking sound up on the stairs. Hastily pulling his hand out of his pants, he sat up, only to be greeted by the side of you slinking your way across the room and over to the couch.
“Is that my shirt?”
You offered him a wry grin, doing a twirl for effect, the unbuttoned dress shirt fanning out to reveal the lingerie set you wore beneath.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” he muttered, running a hand over his face, cock throbbing in his boxers. “Come here.”
He beckoned you toward him, and you swiftly climbed into his lap, immediately pressing down against the erection straining at the front of his pants. He slipped his hands inside of the shirt you’d pilfered from his closet, running them up your sides before scooping your breasts into his palms. You arched into his touch, rocking your hips against him.
Leaning in, he ran his teeth over the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “Did you touch yourself in my bed?”
His breath was hot as it ghosted along the side of your neck, and you shivered as you admitted, “I...may have made a bit of a mess."
Santi snaked a hand between your bodies, cupping your mound to feel the wet, sticky remains of your orgasm. He pushed your panties aside just enough to dip a finger into your sensitive entrance, scooping up a glob of cum and licking it off.
“Good girl,” he murmured, cupping the side of your face and leaning in to kiss you.
Your chest heaved as his lips finally slotted against yours, quickly engulfing your mouth as he loosely wrapped a hand around your throat.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, you asked, “Should we go upstairs?”
Santi chuckled against your lips, brushing a thumb along your bottom lip. “No, because I think you want me to fuck you right here on this couch. That’s why you came down here, isn’t it?”
Heat flared in your gut as his gaze burned into yours, knowing all too well that after your risky romp in your dad’s backyard, part of you wanted to chase that thrill again. And you knew that if you told him that’s what you wanted, he’d do it.
So you nodded.
He reached up, sliding the shirt off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground as he leaned in, mouthing the space between your breasts.
“Get up, and bend yourself over the arm of the couch.”
His tone brokered no room for argument, so you clambered out of his lap, padding across the carpet and grabbing a throw pillow before folding your body over the side of the couch.
But before he could get up to follow, you reached out and placed a hand on his wrist from where he was still seated. “Wait.”
You let your hand trail over his thighs, pressing the heel of your palm into his erection, and he quickly understood what exactly you were getting at. Santi shifted so that he was kneeling on the cushion in front of you, and he tugged his t-shirt up and out of the way as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock as it sprang free. He sucked in a breath as you darted out your tongue to lap up the precum dribbling down the tip.
Santi’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as your lips parted around his cock, slowly taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length, swallowing him as deeply as you could and glancing up at him to make eye contact as you reached out to play with his balls.
Santi groaned, fingertips pressing into your scalp. “Can’t believe you can take my whole cock in that pretty little mouth. If I didn’t want your pussy so bad right now, I’d fuck your throat till you were choking on my cum.”
Clenching your thighs together as a fresh wave of arousal trickled through your body, you continued to bob on his shaft, saliva running down your chin as your lips engulfed him. After a few moments, Santi pulled himself out of your mouth before you drove him over the edge, sliding off of the couch and coming to stand behind you.
He began to firmly massage the globes of your ass with both hands before pulling aside the material of the thong nestled between your cheeks and spreading them wide. You dug your fingers into the couch cushion below you at the sound of Santiago spitting, letting out a huff of air as the glob landed right on your exposed tight ring of muscle.
“I was out to eat with your dad when you sent me that photo of you fucking yourself in the ass with a dildo, sweetheart,” he casually stated as he ran a finger over your puckered rim.
“I know,” you gasped out.
He tutted. “Maybe I should take you to the same restaurant this week. I’ll show you the bathroom stall where I had to go jerk off, and I'll stuff my dick in your tight little hole right there. You can spend the rest of lunch feeling my cum dripping out of your ass.”
You whimpered as he slowly began to press his finger past the rim. “Please.”
“I’ll fuck your needy cunt in my truck after, too. And then you can go back to your dad’s house and act like both of your fucked out holes aren’t full of his best friend’s cum,” he gritted out, voice wavering slightly as he slipped his entire finger into your ass.
Despite his initial reservations about your arrangement, Santiago had clearly reached the point of no return, prepared to embrace just how fucked up this entire situation was.
A sound of surprise left you at the feeling of him reaching down with his other hand to run his fingers through your folds before thrusting two of them into your entrance. You tugged the throw blanket down from where it was laying on the back of the couch, biting down hard on the edge of the material as Santi squeezed another digit into your ass, fingering both of your wet holes with fervor.
“You like having both of your holes filled, don’t you?” he questioned, voice rough.
“Feels so fucking good, Santi,” you nearly sobbed.
He worked a third finger into your cunt and your ass, and it took all of your willpower not to shout.
“Come for me again before I fuck you, cariño.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. As he crooked a finger tightly inside of your pussy, the steady thrum of pleasure coiling deep in your gut unfurled rapidly, the ache between your thighs blooming white-hot as your climax gushed out of you—literally.
“Oh fuck,” Santi moaned appreciatively as clear liquid squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his arm.
Cock throbbing painfully with need at the sight, he hastily tugged you back onto the couch, placing you so that you were kneeling on the cushions and facing the back of it. He unclasped your bra, greedily palming at your naked breasts before reaching down and tearing your panties in two.
“I liked those!” you protested, whispering loudly.
He leaned in, biting the side of your neck. “I’ll buy you more, if you’re good.”
You wiggled your ass against his cock, feeling it brush against your cheeks. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
Santi smirked, gently grabbing your chin and turning your head to the side to face him while wrapping his other hand around your neck. “That’s my girl. Now open for me.”
Clearly, your late night pleas via text message for Santi to “make you his little slut and spit in your mouth” weren’t forgotten, because the moment you parted your lips for him, he tightened his grip around your throat as he spat a glob of saliva into the back of your throat.
After you swallowed, he brought his lips to meet yours, kissing you hard as he reached down to line his cock up with your dripping entrance. You let your thighs spread further apart as he began to sink into your cunt, both of you groaning softly in unison at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of your slick walls.
He slowly pulled out of you, taking his time to let you adjust to his girth, but he paused as you pleaded, “Be rough with me, Santi.”
Running a thumb along the curve of your jaw, he warned, “You have to be quiet though.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to shut me up,” you retorted, roughly pushing back against him and rapidly sheathing his length in the warmth of your cunt once more.
He hummed thoughtfully, trailing two fingers along your cheek before swiping them across your lips. You darted your tongue out, licking the digits before taking them into your mouth.
“That’s it,” he crooned, pushing his fingers further in, urging you to suck on them as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts, hips snapping against your own.
A wave of heat spread under your skin as you desperately sucked on Santiago’s fingers, saliva running down your chin while he pounded into you, massaging your inner walls with his thick shaft at a brutal pace. Your nerves were on fire, and it was all you could do to keep from moaning as he jackhammered into you, the couch groaning in protest with each vigorous thrust.
He reached down with his free hand, and you gagged on the fingers lodged in your mouth as he slid two fingers back into your ass while he continued to roughly fuck you against the cushions. At that, you began to lose your composure, legs trembling and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried not to cry out. Feeling the telltale tightening of your muscles, Santi took his fingers back from where your lips were wrapped around them, instead clapping his hand firmly over your mouth to muffle the wail of pleasure bubbling up in your throat as your orgasm punched through you.
Hips stuttering, Santi plunged into you several more times before his own climax overtook him, and he left his pulsing cock stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with every last drop of cum that your cunt greedily milked from his shaft.
Once he was spent, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade as you both tried to catch your breath. When you eventually attempted to move, he shook his head, holding you in place as he pulled away from you, and you could feel as his cum began to leak from your hole, dripping down your thighs. Confused, you glanced back, only to catch a glimpse of the wink he tossed your way before leaning in, lapping broad strokes through your sensitive folds. You shivered at the overstimulation, the feeling of his tongue probing your entrance both too much and not enough all at once.
Santi froze as a creaking sound echoed from the hallway upstairs, and he cursed, quickly climbing up onto the couch and pulling you down, trapping you between his body and the cushions as he covered you both with a blanket. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of your father descending the stairs, and you dared not breathe as Santi gripped your hips tightly while footsteps could be heard in the kitchen. Obscured by the darkness of the living room and the thick blanket you were burrowed beneath, you thought you’d probably be fine...as long as you didn’t move until your dad went back to bed.
—but Santiago clearly couldn’t resist a challenge.
He trailed a hand down your chest, cupping your mound, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to hold back the whimper he almost drew out of you as he sunk two fingers back into your cunt.
“I want you to come for me one more time," he murmured.
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Family Vacation
dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader
Summary:
You end up on a family vacation and your dad's best friend tagged along. When he finally makes his move, you couldn't be more ready.
Tags/Warnings:
NSFW, reader is commando, age gap (both adults), reader is 20+, p in v creampie, dbf!Santi, forbidden relationship, risky sex, semi-public sex, public sex, sneaky sex.
Word Count: 1.5k
The story about how you started sleeping with your dad’s best friend is a simple one. Santiago Garcia was obsessed with you. He finally decided he’d had enough during your family vacation that he’d been invited to join you all at a beach house rental for the week. You’d made a habit of wearing nothing but a skirt and a tank top for most of the week; opting out of panties the majority of the time, and leaving your bra in your hamper in the early morning and late evenings.
Until that vacation, he’d managed to avoid making any real moves on you, despite the stolen glances and obvious tension that had been building between you both for months. When Santi would come over to your dad’s for dinner some nights, he would sometimes brush against you ‘accidentally’ in tight spaces, not making an effort to hide his erection. You weren’t innocent either. Oftentimes you would sit inappropriately close to him during football Sunday. It was too much for you both though, being in that beach house together for an entire week. The feelings you’d both been repressing were surfacing quickly, and neither of you were going to try and stop it.
The first time he had you was after breakfast on the second day of the vacation. Your family took off to go do various activities while you fell “inexplicably ill”. Was it the sushi from last night? Or was it a stomach bug? It didn’t matter, Santi had caught on to your little lie and made his own excuse to hang back.
“You know, you’re not very convincing.” Santi said, putting a hand on the other side of your head in the hallway right by your room.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you were being playful, giving him a coy smirk.
“Of course you don’t.” He leaned in and started kissing you roughly, pained guilt clear with every pass of his lips over yours.
No matter how guilty he felt, he couldn’t resist the teasing anymore. You were too deliciously tantalizing to him, a forbidden fruit, and he wanted you more than he could bear. One of his large hands cupped your cheek, pulling you in deeper. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt just before splaying your hands over his abdomen. He groaned into you, entangling his tongue with yours. You felt his erection prodding against your leg.
“No one has to know Santi. I’m ready for you, always.” You stared at his eyes longingly, “did you know I never wear panties?”
He gave you a smirk with his lips pressed together tightly. He always got a little grumpy when you teased him, despite it being one of his favorite things you did. You always had this cute look in your eye when you thought you were being sly.
“Oh I know. You know I know. I see the way you look at me hermosa, when you bend down and no one else is looking. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”
“Who said I’m trying to be sneaky?”
Oops, too sassy.
Santi had you face down in the bed, skirt bunched up around your waist within minutes while he filled you with his thick cock. He was leaning over you, large hand on the back of your head while he fucked into you relentlessly. You were crying and drooling, begging for him to go harder and fill you up.
“Your dad know what a little whore you are? Hm?” He said before leaving a harsh smack against your ass cheek.
Santi came inside of you, not even bothering to make sure you were on the pill, which, thankfully you were. That night at dinner, he was sitting next to you, and sticking his fingers between your legs at the dining table. No one else seemed to notice when he started teasing your clit, and you were forced to keep a straight face in front of everyone there.
He didn’t finish you off either…of course he didn’t. He wanted to make sure you were good and needy when you had to take care of yourself later that night. He could hear you from the other side of the wall where he was sleeping, making your small little whining whimpers until you were gasping and satisfied; as satisfied as you could be with your own hands versus his.
It went on like that for a good portion of the week. Santi would take you wherever and whenever he could. You left the panties off permanently now, just so he could have his way with you at any given moment. And oh he did.
By the fourth day of the trip, your poor cunt was sore and swollen, but it didn’t stop Santi from stealing a moment with you at the dryer. He’d just come back from golf with your father, who was heading for a shower, and Santi was coming in behind you while you were switching over the laundry. Half of your body was in the dryer when one of his hands trekked over your rear.
“Been thinking about you all day sweetheart.” He said, quickly pulling down his pants and sliding your skirt up. “What the hell are those?”
You’d worn panties, knowing your father would be coming back with Santi. You didn’t want to risk being bent over when your dad might see you without something to cover yourself. Santi grumbled and hooked a single finger in the band of your panties, right over your ass cheek.
“What the fuck are you wearing these for? You all done with me? Hm?” He squeezed the meat of your thigh.
“N-no I just didn’t want my dad to notice by accident.” You tried to turn and face him, but you were stuck in the dryer still, and he wasn’t letting you move.
“So you’re wanting to act like a fuckin’ prude all of a sudden hermosa? Get these fucking…”
Santi used both hands to tug on the fabric. He grunted and you felt them tear, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool air. He didn’t wait any longer before dragging the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, soaking it in your juices and then thrusting into you full to the hilt. You dropped your hands onto the clean clothes in front of you for stability. Santi was merciless on your hole, pounding into you with vigor while your cries filled the barrel of the dryer.
“Can’t believe you wore panties, don’t wanna see you wearing those again.”
It wasn’t a request, and you weren’t going to argue with the man who made you gush over his fat cock within minutes of stuffing himself into you.
It was impossible to comply when you were swimming in the pool at midnight though. Your family had gone to bed and Santi was in the hot tub. You had to wear bikini bottoms, despite his orders to not wear panties. You couldn’t very well swim naked around your family. You made your way to join him once you were sure everyone was fast asleep. You straddled yourself on either side of his thighs.
He hummed, looking you up and down, “so needy aren’t you? Didn’t you get enough earlier?” He teased while squeezing your hips.
You leaned into him. He reached both hands up to your back, pulling your chest into his face and placing a kiss on your sternum. He moaned into you before turning his eyes up to meet with yours. You felt him pull his swim trunks down his thighs before undoing the string on your bottoms.
“What are you going to say if your dad comes down here, hm?” Santi’s hands returned to your hips to guide you over his cock.
You lowered yourself on him, immediately feeling your cunt clench over his girth.
“Gonna tell him whatever you want, Santi.”
A rumble rolled through his chest while you started riding him. Something about the water made it feel even better. He was hitting you so deep you started to feel weak almost immediately. You rocked into him, again, to which he pulled the fabric of your bikini top aside to suck on your nipple.
“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” he said between his teeth while he clenched them over your peaked breast. “So goddamn wet too.”
“Been thinking about you since earlier Santi…wanted you so bad.”
Santi didn’t last long and neither did you. He was filling you once again with hot cum while you became a trembling mess in your own orgasm. That night Santi kissed you and asked you to sit with him in the tub for a little while longer. You both had agreed that you wouldn’t catch feelings, but it would seem that was becoming more and more difficult as the week went on.
When the vacation was over, and it was time for Santi to go back to his own house, you were feeling a small pang in your chest whenever he crossed your mind. You damned yourself for it. You actually missed him.
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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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RomanaRose's Best-Of
Hi!!!! I got a post coming out with my favorite series from others, but I wanted to do a bit with what I think is the best of my work this year <3
This is strictly for this account, my dark account @romana-after-dark will have her own.
Best Series
Honestly series are where I shine I think. Still, If You Wanna Be Wild with Santiago Garcia x Latina reader x Javier Pena just tops it. I'm working on it still with my precious co-writer, my beloved @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction but it explores a lot about repressed sexuality, repressed bisexuality, emotional incest, commitment issues, protective vs. possessive, and tenderness. Oh yeah, and they fuck nasty.
Best one shot
Hands down Boys of Summer. I know FishBen isn't a popular TF ship but those are my babies. This massive fic follows Benny Miller and Frankie Morales through a series of summers from when they meet as teens to finally coming together on the Andes, and the hardships and love in between.
Underrated fic
Secret's Out! IDK I thought it was a fun one! You're brother is best friends with Marc and you keep your relationship secret thinking he'll be mad at Marc, but that's not quite it. It's just a goofy fun thing.
Overratted fic
I'll be real, I don't think Take It All was my best work, although I'm glad everyone agreed it's time for more balls in fanfiction. Still, it just came ot during the height of the Miguel fandom so it went off.
Collab <3
As I mentioned above, I wrote IYWBW with my dearest Fen, which has been SO FUN!!! But I'm also lucky enough to have written Honest Mistake with the lovely @missdictatorme !! we had SO MUCH FUN!!!! IN FACT, enough fun we're hoping to write a part 2 <3
New blorbos
Joel Miller obvious takes the cake, with a bunch of fics like Lover of the Light and Darkness on the Edge of Town occassionally featuring his v handsome brother
Tommy Miller hasn't seen much smut on this side of my blogs, but he was in my holiday DBF series, instalment, Yes, Uncle Tommy?
William Miller, another Miller but no relation to the above. It's no secret I always loved all my TF boys, but this year has been a YEAR for Will! After his parts in Awakening endeared him to me (and Dolli) he got a few one shots like my Will x single mom!reader, He Didn't Have to Be, and his own series, For The Longest Time
Full post with how much I love all my tumblr besties will come, but for now, I gotta get reader for sleepies bc i worked a 9 hour day no break no food lol its beddy bye
<3 you all!
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murphy congrats on 5k!!!! ahhh you deserve it all<3333
for the celebration, if possible could i request a lil blurb with the prompt “it’s always been you.” with dbf!santi?
once again congrats🥳🥳
Cards On The Table.
dads bestfriend!santiago garcia x female reader
warnings - cursing. unspecified age gap.
note - thank you babe!! you’re too sweet <3
written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.
“Why are you being a brat?”
You scoff, shaking your head incredulously.
“Me? I’m being a brat?”
“Yeah. You are. Cut that shit out.”
You’re stood outside your front door, Santi’s fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. Your family and friends are in the backyard, enjoying the barbecue that your dad is perfecting.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Santiago.”
He sighs deeply, hunching over and putting his hands on his knees. He looks as done as you feel.
“I didn’t drag you here to argue.”
“Then why did you?”
He’d snapped at you in the kitchen, one of your many comments of the day finally adding up. Snatching at your wrist, he’d pulled you forcefully out the front and onto the porch, shutting the door behind him quietly.
“I- I want to know what’s the matter with you. Why you’ve been so upset with me today.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You weren’t quite prepared for his honesty, or the fact that he’d noticed how unhappy you’ve been. You could tell him the truth, but that’ll open a whole new can of worms. So, you bow your head and sit down, silence engulfing you both.
“Hermosa-”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ve always called you that.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
He’s quiet again, clearly unwilling to let the issue go. He moves to sit next to you, thigh pressing into yours.
“Please,” he begs. “What have I done, hmm? I don’t like feeling like you’re mad at me.”
You’re tired. Tired of fighting the way you feel, tired of protesting your mind all the time. So, you give up. You tear down your walls and let him in.
“Why did you bring her?” you whisper.
“Emma?”
“Yeah.”
“I- I don’t know. Your dad told me I should bring a date, and I just… I thought it would be alright. I didn’t really think it through.”
You process for a moment, unmoving.
“Is… is that why you’re upset with me, carinõ?”
You blink back tears. You feel stupid, having thought that there was something between the two of you. You know it’d be wrong, you know it’d be forbidden… but the heart wants what it wants. You figured that maybe your little crush would go away, but then… it didn’t. And all of a sudden, it felt like Santiago was looking at you differently. Speaking to you differently. Treating you differently.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.”
“Then yeah. Maybe. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”
“It matters to me.”
You shake your head, biting at your bottom lip nervously. You can hear your parents jokingly shouting at each other in the back, competitive as ever as they play a game by the pool.
“Just leave it, Santi. Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch today. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
He grabs your hand, rough skin against your soft palm.
“Look at me. Please.”
You tilt your chin up to meet his big brown eyes, warm and pleading.
“Cards on the table.”
“Cards on the table?”
“Cards on the table… I only invited Emma to try and get over you.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you look at him, mouth slightly agape. You’re trying to work out what this means, processing his words, but your brain keeps coming up empty.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t feel what I feel… but I do. And I knew it just wasn’t realistic, so, finally, I decided I needed to move on. Your dad suggested dating, and I thought fuck it, why not? Can’t hurt, right?”
He squeezes your hand, and continues.
“Wrong. It hurt so bad, sitting there with her and watching you watch me with that look in your eyes. Like I’d betrayed you or something. Which I guess, I kinda did.”
“I don’t- Santi, I… what are you saying?”
“I’m saying…”
He cradles your face in his hands, gazing at you pointedly.
“It’s always been you, hermosa.”
“It- it has?”
“Yeah,” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours. “And I know this is complicated, and confusing, and all sorts of wrong, but… I’m sick of denying what I want.”
“We can figure it out,” you whisper. “It’ll take time, but, we can.”
“I know we can. I know.”
He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently and tenderly.
“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he reassures against your mouth.
You nod, pulling back to rest your head on his chest.
“You can start by taking Emma home,” you mumble into his t shirt.
He laughs, pulling you in closer.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his back.
“One day at a time,” he reassures quietly, rubbing patterns into your bare shoulders.
“One day at a time.”
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Not that you have to give me more content but just an FYI, DBF Santi still haunts me okay thanks love u bye
hi ily here's an unhinged filthy little thanksgiving present xoxo!!
cut the brakes
Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader
Summary: The turkey isn’t the only thing getting stuffed this year when you come home for Thanksgiving.
Word Count: 3k
Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT
Content: NSFW, smut, DAD'S BEST FRIEND SANTIAGO, implied age gap (reader is of age), stuffed for Thanksgiving!, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, mention of oral sex (m!receiving)
Shivering outside in the crisp November air, you gritted your teeth at the feeling of the light drizzle of rain falling from the sky. Couldn’t it at least be snow? You tucked your hands further into the long sleeves of your knitted dress—you’d be fucking damned if you had to march back up to the door of your shitty boyfriend’s house to say you forgot your jacket. No, you’d rather freeze.
At the sight of a familiar black pick up truck rounding the corner at the end of the street, your heart lurched in your chest. There was no fucking way.
And yet, clearly there was, because to your complete and total surprise, when the truck came to a stop beside the curb, Santiago Garcia stepped out from the driver’s side.
Santiago Garcia, the object of far too many of your wet dreams over the years. Wildly inappropriate dreams, given the fact that the man currently standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets and a lopsided grin on his face was your dad’s best friend.
In an attempt to avoid busy holiday weekend traffic on the roads, you’d opted to take the train instead to come home for Thanksgiving. And while the initial plan was to spend the early afternoon with your boyfriend’s family before the two of you headed to your dad’s place, a nasty argument had thrown a wrench into the day.
When you’d called your dad and asked him if he could swing by to grab you, it sounded like he’d already had a few drinks, so you assumed one of your uncles or cousins would be pulling up. Not him.
The last time you saw Santiago was at a barbecue at his house shortly before you moved out years ago—after finishing your degree at a local university, you’d chosen an out-of-town grad school. The late summer evening had found you with just enough alcohol buzzing in your veins to corner him in the hallway inside, at which point all of the furtive glances and suggestive conversation building up between the two of you came to a head in a heated, messy, desperate kiss.
A kiss that Santiago quickly stopped between one heartbeat and the next, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as he took in your drunken state.
“Not like this,” he’d said roughly, shaking his head as he led you into the kitchen and poured you a cold glass of water.
You’d left the following week, and you hadn’t spoken to him since. Despite the amount of time he normally spent at your dad’s house, you’d somehow managed not to run into him on any of your trips home in the years since.
Until now.
You face burned in embarrassment as he approached you, and you glanced down at your feet.
“Where’s your jacket?”
Although you knew he was standing there, you still startled at the sound of his voice, and you awkwardly gestured back toward the house behind you.
Santi quirked an eyebrow and shrugged off his dark blue bomber jacket, draping it over your shoulders as he lightly rested a hand against the middle of your back and led you over to the truck, opening the passenger side door for you. You tried not to make it too obvious as you inhaled the scent of his cologne that was wrapped around you.
As he pulled back out onto the road, the cab of the truck was quiet save for the rumble of the engine, the occasional squeak of the windshield wipers, and the lulling pitter patter of raindrops outside.
When a few minutes had passed, Santiago finally broke the silence, “So what happened?”
You shrugged, “We got into an argument.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my relationship problems.”
A huff of laughter left Santi’s lips. “We’ve got a half hour drive, try me.”
And so you sighed, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window and recounting the fight. An unfortunate series of events had led you to finally confront your suspicions that your boyfriend was cheating on you shortly after you arrived at his house, at which point he’d erupted into an avalanche of gaslighting—going so far as to blame you for living too far away. He’d punctuated the whole thing with an off-handed remark about how pathetic it was that you’d clearly tried so hard to dress up for dinner to the point where you looked ridiculous…and so you’d grabbed your purse and stormed out of his house before the food had even hit the table.
You looked at your distorted reflection in the wet side view mirror, frowning. Boots, stockings, and a cozy cable knit dress didn’t seem that out of place for Thanksgiving, but you sure felt pathetic either way as you flipped down the visor mirror, hastily wiping the corner of your eye where your mascara had protested against the tears that had strewn down your cheeks earlier.
“You look great.”
“What?” Although you had been talking to him, you’d somehow gotten lost in your own thoughts as you finished telling Santiago what happened.
You turned to find Santi staring at you as he came to a stop at a red light, and the weight of his gaze was heavy as he repeated himself, “You look great. Fuck your stupid boyfriend.”
—
Despite the fact that you found yourself wholly occupied in the hours that passed after you arrived at your dad’s, several family members taking turns catching up with you to ask about work and your studies, you were buzzing with a constant, palpable awareness of Santiago’s presence in the house.
More than once, you found yourself entirely distracted mid-conversation as you heard the rumbling sound of his laughter from across the room, your heart leaping at the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he threw his head back.
Although he kept his distance, eventually you saw him wander into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye as you opened the oven, bending down to baste the turkey. When you squeezed the bulb of the blaster, you swore you heard Santiago choke, but when you turned around, he was gone.
And perhaps it was a bit over the top, but when he walked by you in the hallway a bit later with a slice of pumpkin pie on a plate, you darted a finger out and swiped a dollop of whipped cream off of it before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened a fraction, and his jaw ticked; he looked like he wanted to say something, but at the sound of your father’s voice calling out to him from living room, he swiftly turned on his heel and kept walking.
You didn’t find Santiago alone again until later, once some guests had begun to leave and the rest were strewn about the living room cheering and groaning as they watched the football game. Slipping his jacket back on, you quietly slid open the patio door that he had walked out through a few minutes earlier.
Eyes scanning the dark backyard, you eventually saw the dull, orange glow of a cigarette off in the corner. You strode over to find Santiago sitting with his legs spread wide as he leaned back in a chair, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
“Hey.”
The corner of his mouth turned up slightly as you approached, and he dropped the small white stick to the ground, crushing it under his foot.
“Hey.”
The toes of your shoes nudged against his as you came to a stop in front of him.
“Your idiot boyfriend call you to apologize yet?”
You crossed your arms, briefly glancing up at the collection of stars littering the sky. “Nah, I think it’s over.”
Santi nodded, biting his lip. “That’s good.”
You stepped closer, coming to stand between his spread thighs. “Yeah,” you agreed.
Suddenly remembering the guise you’d come outside under in the first place, you began to shrug the jacket off of your shoulders as you explained, “Figured you might want this back.”
Santi sat up and reached out to pull the jacket back up over your shoulders. “I’m fine, you wear it.”
You fought the urge to grab his hands as his fingertips briefly brushed across the bare skin of your chest exposed by the dip in the front of your dress.
“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, bouncing your weight from foot to foot as you began to wish you’d worn thicker stockings.
“I’ve been colder,” he responded matter-of-factly, an assessing look in his eyes as he gazed up at you, running a hand over the stubble on his chin.
Before you could think better of it, you shot a look over your shoulder at the dark windows in the kitchen before climbing right into Santiago’s lap, leaving your legs to hang off of the sides of the chair as you straddled him.
“Does this help?” you asked, voice far more even than it should have been, given the way your heart was rapidly beating in your chest.
Santi’s breath hitched in his throat as he tentatively brought his hands up to rest at your waist.
“Dios mío,” he muttered under his breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He was right. You shouldn’t. You were so fucking stu—
But as you went to stand back up, Santi’s fingers dug firmly into your hips. “I said we shouldn’t. Not that I don’t want to.”
Oh.
Something heady fluttered in your chest.
“Kiss me then,” you breathed out.
And Santiago didn’t hesitate to cup the back of your head, closing the distance between your mouths as he crashed his lips into yours.
While your first kiss was lost in a haze of desperation, there was a heated, focused purpose now in the way Santi’s mouth melted against yours, one that left you dizzy as he tugged your bottom lip into his mouth.
When he licked his way across the seam of your mouth, you parted your lips, and you couldn’t help but arch your entire body into his at the possessive way his tongue claimed yours. Even with the chill, heat radiated off of his body and seeped into yours as you rolled your hips against him, and Santi moaned into the kiss at the feeling of your hot core pressing down on his growing erection.
You rocked into him again, whining at the pleasure that crept up your spine at the pressure of his hard shaft insistently prodding your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Santi’s lips detached from yours, and he grasped your left hand, bringing it up to his face. He stared at you as he pressed pointed kisses to the tips of your fingers and asked, “Are you sure you want this?”
Your heart swooped as he drug his lips down the inside of your fingers, stopping to mouth at the center of your palm. He brushed his tongue across your skin before pressing a searing kiss there, looking up at you once more.
“Yes.”
As soon as the words left your lips, Santi’s hands were pushing up the edges of your dress, but he faltered momentarily as he considered your tights. But before you could get up to take them off, he reached into his pocket, flourishing a pocket knife.
Jesus Christ.
You hadn’t woken up today expecting to find yourself tucked into a dark corner of your dad’s backyard, cunt gushing with arousal at the sight of Santiago fucking Garcia cutting a hole in your tights with a goddamn pocket knife. And yet here you were, whimpering and panting as he hastily shoved the knife back in his pocket and engulfed your lips yet again, kissing you deeply as he hooked a thumb in your underwear and drug a finger through your sopping wet folds.
“So fucking wet,” Santi’s voice was rough as he observed how needy you were for him. He had no idea.
Bucking into the feeling of his fingers dragging through your tight channel as he licked his way inside of your mouth, your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his pants. When you finally pulled his thick cock from the confines of his pants, wrapping your hands around it, Santiago moaned huskily into the kiss.
As you began to pump his shaft, Santi pulled away for a moment. “I don’t have a—“
After briefly assuring him that you had an IUD and confirming both of you were clean, you swore you felt Santi’s length stiffen even further in the grip of your fingers as you whined, “Wanna feel you inside of me, Santiago. Please.”
Santi curled the two fingers currently buried in your cunt, and you gasped, squirming in his lap.
“Cariño, you’re so fucking tight. Don’t know if my fat cock is going to fit in your pretty little pussy,” he leaned in to whisper into your ear.
Heat coiled in your gut as his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “Fucking stuff it in there, Santi. Fill me up, please. I don’t care. Make it fit. I need you so bad,” you whimpered.
Santi reached between you to take his shaft in one hand, and you lifted yourself so he could line his head up with your slick entrance. At the feeling of his head notched against your fluttering hole, you began to sink down onto him, slowly easing his cock inside of you.
“Just tell me if it hurts,” he said.
“I want it to hurt,” you panted out.
Santi cursed, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, mouthing at your neck as you both moaned in unison. Your legs trembled as his wide girth split you open, sliding through the thick pool of arousal coating your narrow channel.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good.” Santi groaned, chest heaving as he bottomed out inside of you.
You slowly began to rock your hips, skin prickling at the delicious drag of his length through your sensitive inner walls, your cunt greedily clamping down on the thick intrusion.
“Wanted you for so long, Santi,” you panted as he left a trail of hot kisses up your neck, dragging his lips across the curve of your jaw before claiming your mouth again.
“Don’t think your boyfriend would like to hear that,” Santi said against your lips, nipping at them.
“Ex-boyfriend,” you clarified, writhing as he brought a hand down to toy with your clit.
“Gonna make you forget all about him when you come all over my cock,” Santi growled.
“I used to think about you when he was fucking me,” you admitted, one hand clutching Santiago’s shoulder and the other threaded into his hair.
“Fuck.” Santi moaned, lavishing your mouth with a hungry, bruising kiss. “Was gonna sneak you out of here and over to my place tonight, but you were probably soaking through your panties all night at dinner, huh? Couldn’t wait, so you needed me to fuck you right here in your dad’s backyard?”
Admittedly, this wasn’t your best choice of venue, and you could only hope that the darkness of the yard would give you time to scramble off of his lap should someone step outside. And yet the thought of getting caught sent a thrill of excitement down your spine.
Santi chuckled, feeling the way you clenched down on him in reaction, and the ache between your thighs continued to build as his shaft massaged your inner walls.
He continued, “I think you love the thought that someone might catch me fucking you out here, that someone might see what a good little dirty fucking girl you are, riding my cock like you were made for it.”
If this was the only chance you ever had to fuck Santiago Garcia, let it be known that the memory of his filthy words alone would be enough to get you off until the end of time.
“Harder, Santi,” you pleaded, eager to feel him lose control, to feel the head of his shaft slamming directly into your cervix.
Santiago obliged, hands grasping your hips in a solid, unrelenting grip as he pounded into you with fervor. You shuddered, muscles tightening as the heat pooling in your abdomen finally spilled over, pleasuring rushing through your body in waves. You quivered in his arms as you rode out your intense climax, cunt gushing on his throbbing cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Santi’s voice was hushed as he watched you come down from your orgasm and kissed you softly.
As you moved your lips with his, the kiss quickly grew heated again, and Santi increased the pace of his thrusts, You ground down into him, looking down to marvel at the way his cock disappeared into your body each time he sunk back into you.
You felt as his hips began to stutter, and Santi asked, “Where?”
“Inside. Please. Come inside of me, Santi,” you pleaded.
A strangled sound left Santi’s mouth, and he roughly slammed into you, your drenched cunt squelching wetly around his length. You bounced in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissipate into a desperate frenzy of movement, until finally plunged deep inside of you to the hilt and sunk his teeth into your collarbone, moaning huskily as he filled you with the thick, hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock.
You remained in his lap while he softened inside of you, cum dribbling from your hole as he cupped your face with both hands and pressed his mouth to yours.
He kissed you languidly for a moment before pulling away. “So…is it terrible that all I can think about is driving you back over there to get your jacket so you can walk back into his house with my cum running down your thighs?”
You shivered at the thought. “In that case, it might be all over my lips, too, if I can do what I was thinking about earlier on the drive over here…”
Santi groaned at the thought of having your lips parted around his cock, taking him deep into your throat while his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket with a flourish and grinned.
Part 2 - illicit affair
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Dads best friend Santi 🥵 just. Teasing you throughout dinner. In my household tea is a really big thing after dinner so like serving tea and the eye contact while handing him his cup and trying not to spill it everywhere? Trembling hands? Setting up the guest room for him and he walks in? Midnight hour makeout session? 🫢
(hello my beloved i hope this tickles your fancy. also i went super overboard so ENJOY I GUESS??? i'm going to Hell)
Dad's Best Friend
Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader
Surviving visits from your dad's best friend, Santiago Garcia, is nothing but a losing battle for your resolve.
Content: NSFW 18+, smut, age gap, forbidden relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie (author does not recommend seducing your dad's bestie IRL please!!!!! mucho inappropriate, etc.)
Santiago's younger than your dad, but he's still older than you. And he's still your dad's best fucking friend. Despite those facts, all reasonable thoughts fly swiftly out the window any time he comes knocking for what's recently turned into regular visits.
(And sometimes, when you're a moaning, gasping mess pumping a slick, lubricated vibrator in and out of your cunt the morning before those visits—in an attempt to at least stave off some of the downright feral horniness the man brings out in you—you're fucking convinced that Santiago winks at you every time you open the door to let him in.)
You've choked on your food during dinner on several occasions while you've been distracted staring at the way Santiago has a habit of unconsciously playing with his butter knife at the table, spinning it around in his thin, dexterous fingers.
More than once, when your dad sometimes decides to turn the conversation to your love life (in which he'll typically grumble about how much he didn't like the last guy you brought home), you've caught Santiago staring at you. Hard. It's a fucking searing gaze—and you can't help but clench your thighs together underneath the table in response.
(And when he turns to your dad with what's turned into his classic response, "Call me when she's bringing boys home, and I'll come over and straighten them out," he always has the audacity to smirk at you afterward.)
You have no idea why you continue to offer to be the one to serve tea after dinner when Santiago's there, because it's an olympic sport trying to hide the trembling of your hands as you bend down in front of him with the cup. (And you're still trying to figure out how he stopped you from dropping it one time, firmly wrapping his hands around yours while his eyes remained trained on your face.)
Sometimes, Santiago stays the night. And after the first time he startled you while you were making the bed in the guest room, standing there leaning against the doorway with a lazy smirk on his face, you start making sure you're wearing one of the shorter sundresses from your closet whenever you have to perform the chore.
(One time, while you're bent over and reaching out across the mattress to fluff the pillows—and maybe you forgot to put on underwear that day, it's an honest mistake—you find yourself caged in against the edge of the bed. Santi's breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck, and his voice is rough as he says, "I'm not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing this, sweetheart.")
(He walks away, and the rest of the visit carries on as if nothing happened.)
Even though the guest room is located directly beside yours, that alone can never stop you from resisting the urge to shuck off your clothes and plunge your fingers into your soaking wet mound the moment you turn in for the evening.
(Sometimes, after you're finished, you fucking swear you hear the wet slapping of skin through the thin walls between yours and the guest room.)
All bets are officially off when Santiago stops by one hot summer day to drop something off for your dad while he's at work, only to come in through the back gate to find you lounging in the pool in a bikini. The only thing more shocking than your invitation to him to come in for a dip to cool off...is the fact that he obliges you. ("I shouldn't be doing this," he says, "but you also shouldn't be moaning so loud the whole house can hear you when you're finger fucking yourself at night.")
(His idea of teaching you how to be more quiet is pulling you into his lap as he sits down on the ladder. And as you're both still submerged under the water, he challenges you to swallow down each and every moan as he hooks a finger into your bathing suit bottoms and fingers you right there in your goddamn pool.)
The next time Santiago visits, you both run into one another on your way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. "I fucking can't stop thinking about you," he groans before pinning you up against the wall with a bruising kiss.
Stolen kisses become a ritual for the two of you when he's at your house—chaste ones in the kitchen when he slips in to put his dirty dishes in the sink, languid ones against the washing machine when he catches you doing the laundry, reckless ones on your porch when you find an excuse to walk him out the nights that he doesn't stay.
But Santiago Garcia won't have sex with you, and it's driving you insane. So if you purposely invite a guy over for dinner on a night that Santi's also there, well. The jealousy burning in his gaze all throughout dinner is certainly worth it. And when you walk into your room to go to sleep later that evening, you're startled to find Santiago sitting on your bed waiting for you, arms crossed.
Putting far too much trust in the meager lock on your door handle, Santiago Garcia fucks you right into your mattress that night. He fucks you so hard and filthy, your pussy is still throbbing when you wake up the next morning, cum dripping from your folds onto your sheets.
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Can I request a drabble 31. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” with Santi? ❤
Don't Tease Me
dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Reader
I know you didn't specifically say dbf!Santi, but I had this in mind for him so I went with it. Hope you like it!!! <3
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fingering, age gap (both adults), dbf!Santi, it's Santi with his best friend's daughter so it's a little immoral but we stan.
Word Count: 788
Santiago Garcia, your father’s best friend and former squadmate, sat next to you on the couch in the living room on football Sunday, and he kept looking at you. You knew why he was looking. Of course you knew. You’d worn that short skirt on purpose, the one that hardly covered anything. You knew that your ass was on display for him and that he could probably see the red lacy thong in between your cheeks.
The look he gave you was made of danger. He was telling you that if he got you alone for even a second, he was going to have something to say to you. This wasn’t, after all, the first time you teased him like that.
There was the time at dinner when your dad and Santi had gone to the living room after you all finished eating and you were doing dishes. Santi came in to get another beer and saw you with your shorts pulled up between your cheeks for his pleasure. Then there was the time that you excused yourself from a barbecue in the backyard and you changed into a bikini before going back down to bathe in the hot tub, conveniently placing yourself right next to him.
Most recently, though, Santi’d had enough, and pinned you against the wall. Your father had dozed off during a football game last Sunday and you went to the bathroom. When you walked out, Santi was in the hall.
“I know what you’re trying to do, cut it out. This is ridiculous, you’re my best friend’s kid.”
Now one week later, your dad was in his recliner, fighting off sleep while you leaned on the arm of the couch, proudly displaying your rear to his best friend. When half-time came around, your dad went to grab more beer in the kitchen.
“Shit outta beer,” he said, “I’m running to the store, you two need anything?”
Santi looked at you with a borderline evil glare, “nope, I’ll be right here. I’ll keep an eye on…for you.”
When your dad left and closed the door behind him, there was an awkward silence in the air. You were sitting up straight now.
“You think you’re funny or something? Huh? Dressing like that? Acting like…what are you doing.” He asked as you scooted forward.
“Santi, he doesn’t have to know.” You stood up and shimmied off your thong, tossing it on the floor.
Santiago gulped, looking you up and down.
You chuckled, “Santi, your eyes are already saying yes…” you walked forward, straddling him. He placed a hand on both of your hips, “now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”
You were taken by surprise when he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. He was quick, bringing his thick fingers under your skirt and rubbing them along your clit. You moaned into his mouth.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” Sant asked through clenched teeth before sliding a finger into your dripping channel.
“Y-yes, Santi!” You cried, tossing your head back.
“Good…fuckin’ brat.” He said before pushing his other finger in.
His fingers were surely coated, you’d been soaking wet since he’d arrived, just waiting for this opportunity. You wanted his cock so badly, but knew that would have to wait for another day. You felt lucky you even got him to finger fuck you on your dad’s couch. You knew he’d wanted this too, you could see it every time he looked at you, he just wouldn’t fucking act on it, until now. Finally.
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a little tease, huh? Walking around, wearing your little skirts and thin shirts.”
He shifted, pushing you down to laying on your back on the couch. He climbed over you, keeping his fingers inside and looking down at them as he kept fucking them in and out of you. You arched your back, angling his digits deeper, feeling your body becoming numb under his touch.
“S-Santi I…”
“You what, fucking say it…” He kept pumping into you
He was grunting, clearly enjoying this too.
“Santi I’m going to come…f-fuck…ah.” Your cunt crushed his fingers while he continued gliding them over your walls.
“There you go, cover your dad’s couch sweetheart. Good luck explaining the mess to him.” He kept going, even when you were too sensitive and screaming for him to stop, until you both heard a car door close.
The look you exchanged with Santi was one of terror, but by the time your father walked inside, you had retrieved your panties from the floor and you were waving at him on your way to the bathroom, hoping he didn’t suspect a thing…
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* = contains smut
// ONESHOTS
forget me not* - Your relationship with Santiago has always been complicated. Do you hate him now? Maybe. But regardless, it should come as no surprise when the two of you still somehow find yourselves entangled in the backseat of his truck when he waltzes into town after years of radio silence.
Santiago’s Shitty Knees Be Damned* - Santi’s shitty ass knees versus the distraction of your goddamn sundress
Agitation* - After Santiago left for Colombia, the hurt you felt eventually bled into anger as the years passed. And when he comes back, an offer for a mission dancing on the tip of his tongue, those feelings of resentment are all that you can feel … but the two of you always had an unconventional way of working through your anger.
Shiver* - "'Trust me.' Santiago’s voice is warm and soothing as his breath ghosts the shell of your ear while he ties the blindfold snugly at the back of your head."
cut the brakes* - The turkey isn’t the only thing getting stuffed this year when you come home for Thanksgiving. [DBF!Santiago]
illicit affair* (sequel to cut the brakes) - Following your intimate encounter with your dad’s best friend, Santiago, during your family’s Thanksgiving gathering, the two of you pick back up where you left off when you visit home again for Christmas—though your covert rendezvous doesn’t quite go as planned. [DBF!Santiago]
trust me* - You’re feeling downtrodden after an unexpected breakup, and your best friend Santiago has a theory about your lackluster sex life. And so he takes matters into his own hands—literally.
eager* - Santiago knows exactly why you’re flitting about in a flowy little dress on football Sunday with the boys, and sure, he’ll give you what you want. Just not quite in the way you expected.
'Twas the Night* - Any time that you find yourself assigned to a mission with Santiago Garcia and his crew, he never fails to get under your skin. But when the boys leave you to your own devices one frigid Christmas Eve, your burning tension might just finally reach the end of its rope.
// THREESOMES
The Feeling’s Mutual* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Sometimes, maybe, the best way to tell two of your closest friends that you want to sleep with them is to accidentally watch porn together.
a proposition* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Santiago thinks that maybe it’s time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he’s going to share you with anyone, it’s most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller.
// HEADCANONS/MISC. DRABBLES
▸ Desperate Santiago*
▸ Thigh Riding*
▸ Jealous Santiago*
▸ Meeting Santi at a bar
▸ Dad!Santiago
▸ Thigh Knee Riding*
▸ The brow crease
▸ Creampie/breeding kink*
▸ Exhale: Santi + choking kink*
DBF!Santiago
▸ Dad’s Best Friend*
▸ Birthday surprise*
▸ Lingerie*
▸ Teasing*
▸ Valentine's Day*
// ADDITIONAL
Benny x reader x Santiago
▸ Benny & Santi help you sleep*
▸ Benny & Santi make a bad day better*
▸ Rainy days with Benny & Santi*
▸ Consensual voyeurism with Benny & Santi*
▸ Spicy thots with Benny & Santi*
▸ Benny & Santiago distract you
▸ Comfort after a nightmare with Benny & Santi
▸ Under the Weather with Benny & Santi
▸ Intertwined: cuddling on a cold night with Benny & Santi
▸ Casual conversation*
Frankie x reader x Santiago
▸ Spicy thots with Santi & Frankie*
Benny x reader vs. Santiago x reader
▸ Types of affection with Benny vs. Santiago
▸ No Nut November: Benny vs. Santiago*
▸ Dating Benny vs. Santiago
▸ Domesticity with Benny vs. Santiago
▸ Favorite Body Parts: Benny vs. Santiago*
▸ Stamina and Sex Drive: Benny vs. Santiago*
Benny, Santiago, Frankie, & Will
▸ Sending the boys candle shopping
▸ A night at the fair with the boys
▸ Dirty talk with the boys*
▸ The boys meet your friends
▸ The boys rescue you at the bar
▸ Party tricks with the boys
▸ Thanksgiving with the boys
▸ The boys vs. the lube snail
▸ The boys & their caffeinated weapons of choice
▸ The boys vs. Just Dance
▸ The boys vs. cursed underwear
// OTHER
Santiago x Benny (no reader)
focus - (Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller) In which Santiago can’t help but give in to the urge to distract Benny while he’s busy reading.
▸ Benny & Santi kissing
various spicy Santiago ramblings: #santi thots
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