#dbf!santiago garcia

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

honestly i just have dbf!santi brainrot.

Precious Girl.

oh my GOOOOOOD everyone knows I see the words dad's best friend and go fuckin feral. thank you for this.

warnings - smut. cursing.

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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.

[melodygatesauthor]

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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[odetodilfs]

My motivation and energy to write is on life support but I wanna write more Santi x male reader so bad

[tokkiwrites]

ㅤ𔓕ㅤㅤꪆৎㅤ𓈒ㅤ THREE'S A CROWD ＼ ㅤ♰ ㅤ⊹ㅤ ︵

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x f!reader x Francisco 'Catfish' Morales

summary: your dad befriended some nice customers from his bar. fast-forward a year, they're all you can think about.

tags: pwp honestly, threesome mfm (YEEPPEEE) dbf! Santiago & Frankie, afab!reader w she/her pronouns, age gap, pet names (lots!!), Santiago has a thing with you being 'pure', virginity loss, reader is literally horny 24/7, doms! santi and frankie, sub! reader, rougher santi and softer frankie ig, dirty talk, slapping, spit (for like a sentence), choking, hair pulling, double penetration (in the same hole), head m receiving, voyeurism, unprotected p in v (wrap your dingaling!!), masturbating in the mirror for like a bit, lmk if i missed anything!!

ㅤ↪ㅤtokki's ۫ 𐑺 𝚜𝚞ׂ𝚐𝚊𝚛 ࣭ note ˑ ⌕ ࣭ ּ ➭ ive been on an oscar isaac rush for the past few weeks, and i had to. first time writing ab a threesome...sooo. im trying to write in different ways, so if it all seems jittery, apologies!!! this has like 3.6k words. its not proofread!! I TRIED MY BEST :( enjoy !!

'i need it.' was becoming like a mantra for you now. every day, needy for touches and attention, those dirty reflections that never left your mind.

of course, you've done things with boys. well, one boy, your boyfriend, and those things being your average makeout sessions and hand jobs, nothing more. you knew what sex was, of course, but the urge to experience the rougher side of it was overflowing by the day. and you know these wishes started appearing and consuming as soon as your dad befriended two customers from the bar you help him run, Santiago and Frankie. One year ago, you saw them only three times, maybe four in the span of 3 months, but their visits were more and more frequent and well, that's how their friendship started.

At first you were skeptical, unsure of their means, but you missed seeing your dad so happy and when you got to know them you realized they were good. What mattered was your dad being less lonely.

all though, that kind of changed eight months ago when, in the dead of july, you witnessed them helping your dad building a small summerhouse in your backyard. There's nothing wrong with that. Just seeing them both sweaty, with muscles bulging and hands dirty, woke something inside of you. and the fact that you broke up with your first boyfriend ever, that you were together with since 17, didn’t quite help.

So yeah, you were happy for your dad, but hated that you had to see them almost everyday and in turn sit hours on end with soaked panties on and, like a broken record, playing fantasies in your mind of these older men doing as they please with you. and you don't know why these thoughts plagued your mind just now, at the age of 21, but it was getting in the way of every aspect of your life, these wild things making you want to live inside your fantasy world and never wake up.

Today was no different: another late night at the bar. your dad went home early to catch some sleep since tomorrow he'll have to leave for three days to help his brother, your uncle, move into his new home. That's fine. What's getting you is him assigning his friends to 'keep an eye on you' like you're some sort of child. but, somehow, you can get over that. What you can't get over is how are you going to survive three whole days being just in their presence? when your dad's here, it's different. You don't need to spend that much time in their proximity, but this? you'll have to lock yourself in your room to keep those thoughts at bay.

you we're getting lost within your mind again.

what if you were to tell them about these thoughts? not that they're about them, just... you know, boy advice?

that's insane. and stupid.

would they accept should you propose you three entangled in some...activities? they'd for sure disagree- you were their friend's daughter, and whilst they didn't know you for that long it for sure didn't sound right.

what if they agree, though? one night. one night for all of your dreams to become reality..but you couldn't live after that knowing what you'd be missing forever. they'd leave after. what if you'd beg for them to stay, to have them do things even more carnal to you? if you begged maybe and gave your freedom to them.

These kinds of thoughts cloud your mind every day, and now, they are making you forget about the real world, where you were supposed to serve Santiago a glass of whiskey. as the sound of a low chuckle pulls you out of your trance, you feel liquid pooling around your palm that was settled on the bar. and when it finally awakes you, your eyes meet him again. your heart jolts, and it gets you lightheaded again.

"Oh, I'm- god, I'm so sorry Mr.Garcia...I don't know what happenedㅡ" You panic, wiping hurriedly the bar, prompting yet another laugh from the man. " 's fine, doll, don't worry. all though... your dad might turn into the reincarnation of Lucifer if he sees how much whiskey you wasted." he leans over for some tissues, wanting to help you.

"No, it's fine, I'll do it-" you smile shyly, placing your hand on top of his to stop him from moving, this in turn made him tilt his head up only a little, which awarded him with a quick glance at your barely exposed cleavage.

'untouched.' he thought to himself.

"I won't say anything if you don't." your ears pick up his voice, and for a moment, you forgot about what he was talking about. "Oh, yeah, I'm not gonna...say anything." Your lips curl into a shy smile. " Hurry and clean this up. I'm gonna take you home since you gotta close anyway."

oh, lord.

"no, that's fine. I can walk-"

"said I'll take you home." you breathe out a quiet 'oh, my god' because you're sure you've just had an orgasm from his voice only.

"See, I know you have manners ‘cause your dad taught you to listen to your elders, seems I just gotta get a little stern with you, huh?" you shake your head, not sure what to make of what he just said, but you finish up cleaning as the door opens to reveal Frankie. "why're you still here, man?" he inquired as he took off his baseball cap to arrange his perfectly curly hair better.

you can't possibly be serious.

"on duty." he laughs and points towards you. "Ah."

"You know... my dad hasn't left yet, so you're not 'on duty' as far as I know. Also, he said to keep an eye on me. Not be my bodyguards!" You try to scold them in a way. At the end of the day, you are an adult, right? "Easy miss." Frankie puts his hands up."I just arrived.”

"Yeah, well I am leaving. Alone! So please-" you move your hands as a signal for them to leave. "Excuse us for ever bothering you, miss. May we at least stay here until you close?” Santiago sarcastically banters. "I guess.." You shrug, finishing washing your hands and putting the glasses away.

you hate how much you like them. and how much you want them to ravage you. if possible, you'd let them both take you right there on the bar counter, whilst potential passers-by saw you get fucked into oblivion.

9AM, your dad left, and you can't seem to fall back asleep. the bar will be closed for these these days, so you have nothing to do except steep into your own boredom. You decide to make yourself a cup of coffee and grab a book from the shelf. With your coffee in hand, you head out to the backyard, where you settle into a comfortable chair. As you sip your coffee and immerse yourself in the pages of the book, you find solace in the gentle breeze and the sounds of nature around you, embracing the quiet moments of the morning.

this works for a while, but there's an inexplicable itch you want to scratch. with a loud whine that scares some little birds away, you head back inside to find other things to do. "Please, i can't keep on thinking about them. What is wrong with me?" You scream whisper at yourself whilst looking in the mirror places in your hallway, "like..genuinely!"

as you stare a bit more into the mirror, your hands make their way up your torso and to your breasts, nipping at your lower lip as you can't seem to ignore the warmth from between your thighs. you start imagining both of them having their way with you, forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror as they pumped your holes full of their come. touching yourself more, light fingers make their way under the shorts you were wearing, finally catching a feel of how wet you are. you moan, knees buckling as you picture both men marking you as theirs in all ways. "p-please.. Santi, Frankieㅡ"

"my, what do we have here, huh?" your eyes open wide, and still in your pants and palm still over your sensitive nipple, as two other reflections in the mirror stare back at you. "Mr.Garcia, Mr.Moralesㅡ"

"Cut the shit, doll. I think we're way past that." he motions loosely towards the indecent position you were in. "You're lucky it was us and not your dad. '' Frankie states. "I'm so sorry, I don't even..I can'tㅡ" you stutter and turn around slowly to face them, arms now falling to your sides.

"You want us?" Frankie asks you in the most serious tone you've heard him. "I- what? Huh?" you're left speechless by this sudden interrogation.

"Do you want us to fuck you, doll?" Santiago reiterated. But you stayed quiet, head low, too embarrassed to admit your true intentions. was it wrong? certainly. but was it the only thing you've dreamed about since you first saw them? Of course.

"Why don't you answer? You act like a little slut and yetㅡ" He steps closer and Frankie soon follows. "You're too shy all of a sudden? We were the ones who walked in on you, you know? touching yourself in front of the mirror like a dirty whore, huh? what would your dad say, baby?" he taunts you whilst Frankie reaches his strong grip and tilts your head up to look them in the eyes. "You didn't answer the question, sweet girl."

it takes a few seconds, but you muster up a hushed 'yes', causing them to smirk. "Show us, baby. C'mon, tell us how bad you want it." Dizzy and drunk on arousal, you succumbed to their touch, kneeling at their feet and looking up, pleading with tearful eyes in a silent entreaty to do as they please with you. but they don't budge. They wait patiently for you to show them how desperate you can get. it all overflows you, the cold floor in contact with your knees, their scent, your rugged breaths. "Please, I want- need it. I need you...so bad. need you toㅡ use me" you rub your thighs together. "Please..?"

"for how long, baby, hm? since we first met? 'cause i know I've wanted to bend you over from the first moment I laid my eyes on the pretty thing you are." Frankie admits. " knew you had nothing else in this pretty head of yours, sweetheart. " Santiago laughs as he shoves your head lightly with his finger, causing you to whimper. "just wanna be fucked stupid, right? be our stupid, little fuck doll? that what you want?" and you nod in response, it takes you all of your power to not cry from how bad you want to feel them right now. "Ever done something like this?" and you shake your head no. "Shit. You poor little thing." he was right about you. He can feel his dick twitching at the thought of having you all splayed out, so innocent and untouched.

"We'll take care of you. But...we can't promise to be too gentle. All though I don't think “gentle” is what you want." Your eyes glimmer, and your head spins. Did you hear that right? Is this really happening, or are you having the most beautiful dream, and when you wake up, you'll be sorrowful for days?

They instruct you to get undressed, clothes falling to the floor as they force you to crawl onto the couch all whilst they watch, fully clothed. getting closer to you, their calloused hands explore each part of your warm body as trails of kisses leave you hanging onto them. "gonna ruin you, baby, you know that, yeah?" of course you know. you've been yearning for this moment for almost a year.

they proceed to get naked, Santiago positioning himself in front of you and Frankie a little to your side. You couldn't believe it. This was so much more than you imagined; they were both long and girthy, with Frankie being a little more veiny than Santiagoㅡ a sight that made you drool. this will forever be imprinted into your brain.

"You look like a dumb puppy staring like that." Frankie snorts. "Haven't seen a cock before?" he's getting cockier with his remarks, as he urges you to respond. "Yes, but.. n-ot soㅡ big.." your cheeks grow red as you see Santiago's dick jump from your words. "Stroking my ego like that baby... how 'bout you stroke my cock instead, hm? can you do that for me?" anything. you were willing to do it all for them, make them so proud, they'd never want to leave.

your shaky hands wrap, barely, around both their lengths, as you stare up at them whilst standing straight so your boobs are on full display for them to eat up with their hungry eyes. you do it slow, unsure if you're doing it good, licking some of the precum from their slits from time to time, swirling your tongue around eachㅡ putting on a show. "You've done your homework, huh? Do it a little too well for a virgin."

"c'mon, hands and knees, I wanna fuck this pretty mouth of yours." Santiago pushes you back as Frankie strokes himself. "Pretty thing" he says as two digits trail down your back and help you position yourself better onto the couch. Frankie finally places himself behind you, teasingly playing with your folds, letting out a soft 'fuck' whilst feeling how wet you were. "Stretched yourself out for use before we came, right, sweet girl? You want me to help you out a little moreㅡ?"

"Noㅡ! Please.." you eagerly interrupt. "You cockslut. Haven't had an eager little thing like you since I was in college." He laughs as he positions his length in line with your hot entrance, leaving kisses down your back he slips inside slowly, and you choke out a cry, eyes brimming with tears as a sting pangs through your whole body. "sh, sh..I know, baby. I know." Whispering gently, Santiago pulls himself down and cups your face, leaning in to kiss you. As your lips finally met, time stood still, the world faded away, and all that remained was the electrifying sensation of something within you igniting. It was a moment painted with the hues of passion and longing, a symphony of emotions echoing through your soul.

He breaks the kiss and smiles down at you as the pain slowly fades away and is replaced by pure pleasure. pulling away, he levels himself and taps on your chin for you to open your mouth. Santiago hisses, tugging harder at your hair as a response to your warm tongue enveloping the tip of his dick. "shit, baby, open up for meㅡ thaat's it. good girl."

shuddering in anticipation, you part your lips further, allowing him to push deeper inside. you were already a mess- drool dripping down your chin as he fucked your mouth like there was no tomorrow, tears that stained your cheeks as he pushed your head lower; muffled moans, how you were gagging around his length, pure music for both of them to listen to.

"look so pretty, baby, mouth stuffed with cock.." you stare up at him through wet lashes as he lands a slap to your right cheek.

At your other end, Frankie was cautiously moving back and forth, not wanting to succumb to the tightness of your wet cunt that almost sent him over the edge just as he put the tip in. "so fuckin' tight, baby. fuuck-" he groans as he hits a few hard strokes, your back arching against him and fingers digging into Santiago's hips. "you hear that?" Frankie asks, moving himself deep into your hot core, letting you catch the lewd and wet noises your cunt made wrapped around him. "she's so wet for us, isn't she? poor pussy.." you pathetically whine, as Santiago pulls your head back by your hair, making you stare straight into his darkened eyes. "don't go shy on us now, doll." he laughs, delivering another sharp slap to your already heated cheek. "you wanted to be a little slut and we're gonna treat you like one, soㅡ" he tuts, thrusting into your throat before he continues, "so, really, you should thank us." Santiago pulls away, leaving your needy mouth wide open, as if asking for his shaft in a desperate plea. Frankie firmly places his rough palms onto your ass before taking his length out and you cry at the sudden lack of them inside of you. "Go ahead," he adds. "Thank us, baby, c'mon."

you lick your lips, feeling yourself dripping down onto the mattress under you, too cock drunk and embarrassed to say anything. Santiago sighs, giving your cheek a few light slaps as his other palm slides down to wrap around your throat. you gasp, the feeling so new yet it felt like something you'd been missing for so long. "i didn't take you as the ungrateful type, little angel." he coos, as Frankie reaches under to cup your breasts into his hands. "are you an ungrateful little whore?" taunting you. " 'm n-ot.." you gasp, the lack of blood flow to your brain keeping you on the edge. "you're sure acting like one." the one at the forefront proceeds, running the tip of his leaking length along your puffy lips. "and here we were..-" he stops to slap it onto your left cheek "ready to reward you, hm?" they look at each other and chuckle, as if they weren't mocking you and the pitiful mess you were. "please, I'm-" you swallow. "I'm sorry, please. Thank you so muchㅡ ! just- please, please..."

"you sweet thing." Santiago intoned "sweet filthy thing."

"I say we fuck her like she wants us to." Frankie hums from behind you, his cock rubbing against your leaking entrance. "that's what you want, right baby? want us both inside your little pussy. stretch her out and ruin you for others.." and you whimper as your cunt pulses around nothing. "Yeah, she likes that. dirty fucking girl." It was raw and intense— how their command over you ignited an unyielding desire to please them, to make them proud.

they both pull away, and in no time, your body is squished between theirs, strong arms holding you down as if you're to run away. Santiago harshly cups your face, forcing your mouth open; He gathers some spit into his mouth, for him to promptly spit it down onto your tongue. He watches proudly as you swallow it all, his thumb running across your bottom lip. Frankie was biting your shoulder, sucking at your sensitive skin as he held you by your throat in a way that's sure to leave marks.

"lift your hips for us." Santiago commands, and you do as you're told. He tangles his hand around in your hair as his other one reaches down to his cock, aligning it with your entrance. He eases in, making you throw your head back onto Frankie, his fingers now massaging your sensitive clit. "Fuckingㅡ look at her, swallowing me in one go. pretty girl.." he coos, pulling your head back by the hair to face him. From behind you, Frankie slowly lifts you up with his knees and slips inside of you, both men moaning into your ears. Tears slip past your eyes again and you cry from the pain and pleasure as your mouth falls open, unsure if you're still conscious or not. "feels good, baby? us splitting you open right here where anyone from the street can see... you like that?" Frankie was right, all it took was for a taller person to stare a bit over the fence and they'd have front row seats at this show.

" 'course she does. little whores like her get off to that. bet she'd let us fuck her in front of her dad. let him see the slut his daughter actually is." With that, Santiago finally starts to move, his eyes rolling back as Frankie pushes down onto your lower belly, as he moves his hips. "So fucking deep, shitㅡ feel that?" he laughs "want us to come this deep, huh? have you all filled up till you can't hold anything inside of you.."

"p-pleaseㅡ"

"i could fuck this tight cunt forever, god." the other in front of you grunts, the hand from your hair now focused on your nipples and one placed firmly onto your hips. Frankie had one hand on your stomach and one onto your face, two of his fingers stretching your mouth open. You let yourself be taken over by them. it felt like you were flying so high and intoxicated by them, you weren't sure how you'd recover.

"thank you, thank youㅡ" you babble incoherently.

Santiago quickened his pace, causing Frankie to do the same, and with a few more strokes, they both bury themselves deep inside your core, white warm ropes painting your velvety walls. The sudden warmth and full feeling sends you completely over the edge, having you shake and pulse around them as you reach your orgasm.

you all sit there, them deep inside of you, you between them, breathing heavily as they planted kisses upon your skin. After you came down, you realized what happened, and worse, that it was over, a thought which made you let out a pathetic sob and clench around them out of desperation. "easy girl, we still have two days left." Frankie breaks the silence. "It was you who said you wanted us to use you, no? you who wanted to be our cum doll forever.." Santiago follows.

You're right where you want to be.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in October, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Sunk (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥An Unorthodox Method (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Love Bites) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Soft and Slow) (Cal Kestis x Reader) - @flightlessangelwings

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (Stripping) (Stripper!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

I just called to say I love you (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Adore you (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 25 (Breeding) (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) (Part of the Gardens of Babylon Universe) - @spacecowboyhotch

Moon Knight

🔥Over the Counter (DBF!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Vivid (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Shades of the Moon (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Boundless (Witch Hunter!Marc x Witch!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Price You Gotta Pay (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥The Sweetest Sound (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Sweetest Taste (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (formal wear) (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 6 (Phone Sex) (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Kinktober Day 12 (Formal Wear) (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What a Show (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥La Petite Mort (Ghost!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Pumpkin Porno (OnlyFans!Steven Grant) - @ominoose

In the morning light (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Nature Boy (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Sleeping Dogs (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥What A Wicked Thing To Do (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Begging) (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest

Ex Machina

🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sucker Punch

🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Triple Frontier

Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Scenes From a Marriage

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Two Faces of January

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh

Misc.

🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[softstarlite]

Here are some fics that I really love!! <3

(I add more when I remember others or read new ones)

I also invite you to check my masterlist and read my stuff <3

Divider by @saradika-graphics and banner by me

Narcos

Javier Peña

Learning to live by @wheresarizona (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Javier Peña x OFC!Isabel

Deja vú by @ilovepedro (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Old habits die hard by @liltangerineart (series)

Javier Peña x latina f!reader

Take the weight off his shoulders by @thetriumphantpanda (series)

dbf!Javier Peña x f!reader

Late night texts by @undercoverpena (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Jealous of your love by @chloeangelic (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Anytime by @undercoverpena (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The Bubble

Dieter Bravo

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

I'll never fall in love again by @oonajaeadira (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Cherry by @sp00kymulderr (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader x f!OC

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Wild Love by @wildemaven (series)

Benny Miller x single mom!reader

Frankie Morales

Learning curves by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hate me by @theewokingdead (one shot)

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Breaking free by @theewokingdead (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hungry by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x reader

Catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller

The book of love by @undercoverpena

Frankie Morales x f!reader (Bookshop AU)

Santiago Garcia

If you wanna be wild by @romanarose (series)

Santi Garcia x f!reader x Javier Peña

All triple frontier boys

Awakening by @romanarose (series) triple

Frontier boys x f!reader

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

To the rescue by @romanarose (one-shot)

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Love me back by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rendezvous by @chloeangelic (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Belong to me by @chloeangelic (series)

Line cook!Joel Miller x waitress reader

Reflection of the moon by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

(I just really love how Chloe writes Joel)

I know it when I see it by @bageldaddy (series)

pornstar!joel miller x f!reader

Lacy by @toxic-seduction (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Breakout by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Boxer!Joel Miller x f!reader

Strawberry wine by @pedrito-friskito (series)

Joel Miller x f!OC

Your summer dream by @swiftispunk (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Dog Days by @pimosworld

Tommy Miller

Joel Miller x f!reader

Sweet Child O'Mine by @bageldaddy (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Wrong place, right time by @proxima-writes (one-shot)

Tommy Miller x waitressf!reader

[for-a-longlongtime]

For your asks!

32 & 34 please!

Becca my love 💜💜💜

32. A character you enjoy making suffer.

Oooh. Hmmm. I'm gonna have to say Javi, because even though it's mostly all still in my docs, it really is fun to torture him - with Tim, in particular. 😈 I mean... sometimes Javi just has to be slammed against a wall, or pinned down on a desk with a hard on. You know? Tim is definitely the guy for that job.

34. What is your favorite fic to get comments/messages on?

This is so hard, because there are a few for several reasons! You know how precious my three idiots are to me, but at the same time I've only posted a fraction of what there is to come, so I'm gonna say:

Little Beast (Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales)

It's a magic realism meets Norish mythology Triple Frontier AU with a lot of other P Boys included, for @perotovar's Frith challenge. As you know, this one kind of wrecked me and it's unlike anything I've ever written before, plus it turned darker and more intense than I had expected. I really thought that maybe only a handful of people would read it, because it's such a niche combo really, not to mention that at 18.5K it's a long read -- so I was really blown away by the people who took the time to read it and commented on it, that meant so much to me! It's probably the fic I'm most proud of, too.

but also...

Guilty Pleasure (dbf!Joel Miller)

I think this one has by far been THE MOST FUN when it comes to people's reactions! Especially everybody who went in only knowing "this is not a typical dbf!Joel fic, there's a big twist to it". I know some people really hated it, but I would say that probably at least 90% of the comments and messages I got were so wonderful, and often had me giggling and kicking my feet. I'm not a 'big blog' or a Joel writer whose fic will get thousands of notes (which is fine, I write what I love, and I love that people who read it like it!), so it was overwhelming when it gained traction. Every now and then I'll see another "HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCKKK" in a new comment or reblog, and it never fails to make me grin!

Wanna ask me fic/writers questions? Go right ahead!

[beefrobeefcal]

Come join me in sin!

We recommend the following here at Beefro's Bistro:

The Fox and The Viper by @theywhowriteandknowthings Oberyn Martell x OFC

Hazy Days by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

Douchbag!Frankie by @gracieispunk Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

The Run by @magpiepills Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

SNAFU by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

sing fever to the form by @thelightsandtheroses Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Breaking the Rules by @theywhowriteandknowthings DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Entergalactic by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Cookout by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Upper East Side by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

I’ll Know It When I See It by @bageldaddy Pornstar!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Desperation by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x F!Reader

Whole by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Popular by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Where Were You on Outbreak Day? by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @tieronecrush Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

relief by @pedropascalsx Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Precious Possessions by @exquisiteserotonin Dave York x F!Reader

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

Pause by @talaok Javier Pena x F!Reader

Night Walks Series by @toxicanonymity Joel Miller x F!Reader

Haunted by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader x Tommy Miller

Shore Leave by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Another Chubby Subby Joel Imagine by @neverwheremoonchild Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Got a recommend? Make you contribution in the THOT TANK

[beefros-sin-bin]

Welcome to •my fic recs• blog! Got a fic to rec? Send it to me!

Currently only Pedro Pascal Character fics.

[In order of their initial recommendation]

The Fox and The Viper by @theywhowriteandknowthings Oberyn Martell x OFC

Hazy Days by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

Douchbag!Frankie by @gracieispunk Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

The Run by @magpiepills Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

SNAFU by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

sing fever to the form by @thelightsandtheroses Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Breaking the Rules by @theywhowriteandknowthings DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Entergalactic by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Cookout by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Upper East Side by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

I’ll Know It When I See It by @bageldaddy Pornstar!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Desperation by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x F!Reader

Whole by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Popular by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Where Were You on Outbreak Day? by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @tieronecrush Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

relief by @pedropascalsx Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Precious Possessions by @exquisiteserotonin Dave York x F!Reader

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

Pause by @talaok Javier Pena x F!Reader

Night Walks Series by @toxicanonymity Joel Miller x F!Reader

Haunted by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader x Tommy Miller

Shore Leave by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Another Chubby Subby Joel Imagine by @neverwheremoonchild Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

But Baby It's Art by @magpiepills Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Your Summer Dream by @swiftispunk Joel Miller x F!Reader

All Over You by @theywhowriteandknowthings Javier Pena x F!Reader

Blood Money by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x Max Phillips x F!Reader

Odd Couple by @idolatrybarbie Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Hurts So Good by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Taungsdays, Am I Right? by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

It's Too Early For This... by @trulybetty Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Pleasure Principle by @nerdieforpedro Dave York x F!Reader

VS by @strang3lov3 Joel Miller x F!Reader

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held Dieter Bravo & GN!Reader

One Day at a Time by @rebel-held Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

The Princess & the Duke by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x F!Reader

Worth the Weight by @gwendibleywrites Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Slasher Joel by @toxicanonymity Joel Miller x F!Reader

Send in the Clown by @covetyou Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Catch Me If You Can by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

Table for Two by @hellishjoel Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

[romanarose]

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!

[madlittlecriminal]

My Follower Celebration Has Come to an End

i reached 1K about two weeks ago and i did a celebration on it that ended on the 13th of August. now, here are some new characters i will be adding outside of this event!

Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk. He will be 18-19 in my fics since his age was never officially verified since he said 3 years and online he's between 16-19.)

Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man. I still don't write cheating fics so if you want romantic, he will be SINGLE AND SO WILL READER)

Miles Morales (Spider-Man. PLATONIC ONLY BECAUSE HE'S UNDERAGE AND IM 21. I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ROMANTICALLY FOR UNDERAGE CHARACTERS)

the requests ill be releasing soon are from the 1K celebration, but my requests are open for all characters including Miguel O'Hara, the Moon Knight System (Steven, Marc and Jake), Jonathan Crane (Cillian Murphy ONLY), Santiago Garcia (Pope), Frankie Morales (Catfish/Fish), Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale ONLY), Thomas Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Eddie Brock, etc.

I write NSFW and SFW content as well as AU's (soulmate, professor/student, dbf, etc.

still debating if i wanna write for video games though...ill return with a new post when i make my decision.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

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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Worth the Risk - Part 2: The Hot Tub

bfd!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Series Masterlist - AO3 LINK

Summary

It's night two after you and your best friend's dad had a...moment together. You're staying there for another night, and Santi can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, forbidden relationship, reader is in her 20s, best friend's dad!Santi, Santiago is a dirty man y'all, not much else to say, smut, depraved, corruption kink, oral sex

Word Count: 5.1k

It was the morning after your rendezvous with Santi. You were nervous to leave Maria’s room now, not sure what the vibe would be when you went down for breakfast. There was no discussion afterward about whether you would be going along pretending nothing happened, or if this was a thing now. Surely Santiago would want to put this behind him.

You weren’t stupid, you knew you couldn’t tell Maria, but you hadn’t figured out if there would be a repeat or if last night was a one time thing. Part of you hoped for it to happen again and again, another part of you, the part that cared for your friend, knew that it shouldn’t happen ever again. You wondered how Santi felt. Did he want to do it again? Or was it just something wild he needed to get out of his system and now it would all go back to normal?

You weren’t prepared for the most awkward breakfast of your life. One where you sat there in the same clothes Santi had fucked you in the night before while you sat across the table from his daughter, your best friend. He was clearly refusing to make eye contact with you. You never even saw him peek at you from your peripheral. You were tense, every nerve ending standing on high alert in your body. You tried not to tremble when you took a sip of your water.

Maria didn’t skip a beat though, continuing to talk nonstop, clearly unaware of the tension in the room. She was going on about the guy she was seeing from school, and how he wanted to take her to the movies that night, a fact that piqued both you and her father’s interest simultaneously. Normally you’d be upset that she was going to ditch you to spend time with some guy, but this could work in your favor…if Santi wasn’t done with you that is.

“Maria, that’s not nice to leave your friend when she’s only visiting for a couple days.” Santi scolded.

“I know, and look,” she looked at you, “you are more than welcome to come if you want. I just know that being a third wheel can be so awkward.” She said, biting into one of her pancakes.

“No, actually…” you looked over at Santi who averted his gaze the moment your eyes sat on him for more than a millisecond. “I have some stuff for school I gotta do and I wasn’t sure when I’d get a chance so that’s perfect.”

“See dad.” Maria said in a sassy tone that you knew pissed Santi off.

His jaw was clenched, “Maria, you don’t get to see her very often.”

“I’m literally grown dad, if she’s cool with it then I’m going.” Maria rolled her eyes.

Santi let out a frustrated huff, “Fine, you go straight to the movies and then you come right back. Thought I raised you not to be so rude.” 

“That was mom.”

“Well she did a shit job.” He wiped his mouth with his towel and stood up.

Your eyes locked where you knew his cock was sitting behind the fabric of his sweats, right at eye level. You looked up at him, he had seen you looking. Maria was on her phone, totally oblivious to the sexual conversation you were having between her dad’s eyes and yours. Santi looked down at you, slack jawed and eyes dark.

I want to suck your cock, Mr. Garcia. You were saying. 

You’re a bad girl, that isn’t happening again. You imagined he was thinking.

That is what he was thinking. Santi saw you looking up at him with those big twinkling eyes. You looked so damn innocent he could hardly stand it. He thought he could at least get through breakfast with you before he started feeling like he wanted a repeat of last night. Now he was imagining you on your knees in front of him with your lips stretched out around his girth.

“Maria, don’t make your friend do the dishes again alright?” He broke your gaze and started to walk away.

“Fine.” She groaned as Santi started up the stairs. “Hey dad?” She yelled to him.

“Yeah?”

“Can we use the hot tub?” She asked, getting up from the table.

You heard a long pause, and then you heard Santi come back downstairs. He looked at Maria, to you, and then back to Maria again. You watched his throat bob anxiously.

“Uh, I have to clean it, it's really dirty.” He protested, looking at you to see if you were buying his bullshit.

You weren’t, and neither was Maria.

“No it’s not.” She protested. “I just used it yesterday morning, it’s fine.”

He looked at you, eyes drenched in lust before looking back at Maria. You could see he was trying desperately to forget about last night, but unbeknownst to Maria, she was making that nearly impossible. Now he would be stuck trying not to watch you while you bathed under the sun in nothing but a skimpy bikini.

“Oh yeah…I thought…whatever, just go.” He sighed, finally making his way over the stairs.

“I mean, we don’t have to use it if he doesn’t want us to.” You figured if he really wanted to put it behind him so badly then you should probably try too, no matter how badly you still wanted him.

“No, he’s just being weird. I don’t know why he’s acting like that.” She said in an irritated tone.

You, of course, know exactly while he was acting like that. You and Maria went upstairs, after she finished loading the dishwasher, and you both put on your bathing suits. She was kind enough to let you wear her black one which, admittedly, left little to the imagination. As you were walking out you saw your phone light up on her desk and you grabbed it, your mom had texted asking you to call her.

“I gotta call my mom, I’ll be right down.” You explained to Maria who headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

She just wanted to remind you to pick up some milk from the grocery store on your way home the next day which you were sure could’ve been sent as a text, but your mom notoriously called for the simplest things.

You stepped out into the hall and nearly collapsed when you saw Santi come out of his room. You’d almost forgotten that you were wearing a bikini until he looked you up and down with his lips slightly parted. He stepped up to you, a gesture you weren’t expecting. You thought he would hide again, trying to avoid you. He hooked a finger under the strap around your shoulder and ran down the string. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“You enjoying yourself, huh sweetheart?” He asked, trailing his finger down under the thin fabric and brushing it against your nipple.

“M-Mr. Garcia.” You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes. The slightest moan escaped you.

“You had to wear the skimpiest little bikini you could find didn’t you?” He pulled his finger back, letting the strap snap against your chest and then crossed his arms.

“It’s not mine.” You stepped back.

“You don’t seem like you’re trying very hard to stop this from continuing.” His brow furrowed.

Your eyes looked down and saw the shadow of an erection in his sweats. You thought once again about how big it felt inside of you while you were bent over the island counter. You felt your cunt flutter with need. You pressed your lips together tightly to keep another moan from escaping.

“Neither do you.” You said finally before gliding down the stairs quickly, trying to avoid making the situation even more awkward than it already was.

The hot tub was relaxing, and uneventful. You half expected Santi to make some excuse to get in there with you both, but that would’ve been too bold, not to mention incredibly awkward. Your body felt like it was vibrating with desire, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard you tried.

Maria was going on endlessly about things you wished you cared about, things you should care about, but instead you were thinking about all the ways you wanted her dad to make you come undone. You felt like a bad friend. In fact, you were a bad friend. The worst part of it though, was you were so wrapped up in thoughts about Santi, you weren’t sure you cared about what she had to say.

It wasn’t just the fact that you’d slept with her father either. You and Maria had started growing apart since you’d left for college. She stayed at a local school and you were going to a place out of state. You’d been more focused on your studies while she was worried about boys. You’d always heard that friends grew apart after highschool, but you didn’t think it would happen to you. Her self absorbed attitude certainly didn’t help your friendship either.

After thirty minutes of listening to her drone on about her date that evening, you said, “I have to go to the bathroom, be right back.”

You were feeling flustered, unable to shake the thoughts of Santi buzzing through your mind, and decided you’d better go take care of yourself in the bathroom quickly. You couldn’t stop thinking about him touching you since his finger had brushed against your nipple just a little while ago. You wanted him so bad you could hardly stand it anymore.

Santi was nearly beating his head against the wall, trying to figure out how to get over this little thing the two of you had going on. It was a mess, and he knew it couldn’t end well for either of you. He had to be the more mature one, he couldn’t let this continue. He felt confident in his decision to keep his hands off you until he stepped out of his room and saw you walking up the stairs with your body all wet and glistening.

You stared at him for a moment, like you were frozen, until you finally found the words to say.

“Sorry, just really had to use the bathroom.” You said, realizing now that you weren’t wearing a towel.

Santi shook his head slowly. You were breathtaking, and such a tease.

“So fucking stupid.” He rushed forward and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. You gasped, melting into his touch, “I know what you’re doing…I know exactly what you’re doing.”

Santi moved quickly, tugging your bathing suit bottom to the side and then pulling his own sweats to his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders as he lifted you and sheathed his cock deep inside your soaking wet cunt. You tossed your head back, trying desperately to keep yourself from crying so loudly that Maria, and the whole neighborhood, would hear you.

“So fucking wet, been thinking about me all morning? Huh?” He fucked you hard and fast, the muscles in his shoulders rippled under your hands.

“Yes…oh-fuck-yes.” You pressed your lips together tightly.

“Course you have hermosa, of fucking course you have. You’re such a little tease, can’t get enough can you?” He grunted with every powerful thrust.

You leaned forward, holding onto him tightly while he continued splitting your hole open right there in the hallway. His cock was stretching and resizing you still. It felt good despite the dull ache. His hips slapped against your rear, echoing down the stairwell. You sat back again, looking into his dark hooded eyes before you leaned in to kiss him.

“I don’t think you’ve been very good do you?” Santi adjusted himself so he was holding you with only one arm so he could reach his hand up to squeeze your jaw, keeping your lips from touching his. “Maybe when you act right I’ll give you what you want.”

“Mr. Garcia, please.” You begged, looking into his eyes.

He was hitting so deep, forcing sharp whimpers from your lips. You wanted to feel that closeness, that softness from him. He wasn’t going to give it to you, that much was clear. His lips pressed into a thin line while he looked at you.

“Oh cariño, wish you could see how desperate you look right now.”

“Hey…!” Maria yelled your name from downstairs.

There was a brief and panicked pause where you and Santi stared at each other wide-eyed. You pushed him back, feeling empty when his cock was out of you. You quickly tugged your bikini bottoms back over yourself and you watched him pull his sweats back up. He padded on bare feet back to his bedroom and silently closed the door, leaving you alone in the hallway.

“You up here?” Maria said, coming up over the stairs.

You must’ve looked stupid just standing there. You turned around and gave her a quick, and not very convincing, smirk. Your best friend chuckled when she saw you.

“What the hell are you doing? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“What?” You giggled nervously. “N-no I just…um…I realized I just started my period and I don’t have a tampon.”

You felt every hair on your body stand up.

Maria’s entire posture relaxed, “well why didn’t you just say so! Jeez!”

While the rest of the evening was uneventful, that didn’t stop it from being awkward, and it certainly didn’t stop you from feeling the unnerving tension over the dinner table while you sipped your water. Santi kept looking at you, you could see him out of your peripheral. You wondered if Maria ever stopped talking, though you were glad that she managed to break up the silence, saving it from getting even more awkward the closer it got to her leaving for her date.

Surely Santi had been upset about being unable to finish in you earlier, as upset as you had been without a doubt. You’d spent the day trying to ease the ache between your legs by ignoring him, but every glance he passed sparked your arousal once more. You wondered if, when you were finally alone, he was going to be as mean as he was in the hallway earlier.

You looked over at him. His brow was furrowed while he took a long gulp of his water. A droplet fell onto his chin. You watched as he swiped it away with a finger and then plopped it in his mouth. Your lips parted slightly, letting a soft and breathy exhale to escape you.

“Oh! Shit, sorry I have to go.” Maria said, forcing both you and her father to look in her direction.

You looked at the clock. She was supposed to leave five minutes ago. Maria stood up quickly and walked over to her dad, giving him a kiss on the forehead before waving to you both and heading out the door. An anxious air fell over the room now that she was gone. You didn’t dare look to your left where you could feel Santi’s piercing gaze. What if he’d changed his mind since your meeting in the hall?

“Gonna go work on my homework.” You said, standing and starting for the stairs.

Santi grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and pulling you back toward him. You heard him slide his chair out and he put you on his lap. His cock was so hard, prodding against you through his sweats and your shorts. His hands were immediately explorative, one hand grabbing your throat so he could leave wet kisses on the other side easier, and the other hand wasted no time tucking into the waistband of your shorts to search around for your clit.

You whined, arching your back into his chest when he found the spot that had been tormenting you all day. His thick and dexterous fingers started their work, swirling around your sensitive nub masterfully.

“Mr. Garcia…it feels so good.” You whined, churning your hips into his hand.

“Course it does, sweetheart.” He growled into your throat.

He slipped one of his fingers into your hole, dragging it over your walls in a delicious rhythm. You reached a hand up and grabbed a fistful of his curls, pushing his face into your throat even more.

“Think you can handle more? Hm?” He stuck another finger in your tight hole. You gasped, “there you go, how do you like that?”

He kissed your neck, slipping his tongue to wet your skin with every pass. You lay your head back over his shoulder, giving in to him completely, unable to physically support your own weight anymore. You bit your bottom lip, stifling a groan that rumbled up through your chest. Santi moaned over your throat. His kissing became more rough, nearly bruising your skin.

“Mr. Garcia I can’t…please…someone will see-”

“Shhh. Remember what I said before? Need you to be a good girl for me now.”

He started pumping his digits into you faster, so hard you started whimpering, mouth wide open into the dining room. His lips were working on you, suctioning the soft skin from your neck into his mouth before releasing it. It’s like he wanted to get caught. If Maria saw that, she’d know it could only come from one place.

“I can feel you fucking soaking through your shorts hermosa, you’re a messy little thing aren’t you? Hm?” He kissed softly on your shoulder.

“Yes, yes, messy…mhm.” You weren’t able to form a proper sentence to save your life. You were too focused on Santi’s fingers fucking you open.

“I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me, you gonna come for me? I know you want to, must’ve been a long day for you after we got interrupted.” He moaned, shifting his hips under you, “I know it was hard for me not to sneak you off to my room and fuck you into the mattress.”

“Wish you did…wish you fucked me Mr. Garcia.” You felt the heat pooling in your core, white hot as it seared through you.

“I bet you do cariño, bet you want me to fill you up again too.” He was breathing so heavy in you ear now, “fuck.”

“Yes, yes I do!” You felt it, you were right there. “Yes!”

Your cunt crushed his fingers while your body fell completely limp against his frame. Thankfully he was still holding you in place, otherwise you would’ve fallen to the floor. Your mind went white, while you came down and your breathing slowly turned to normal. When you opened your eyes and turned to Santi, he held an aroused gaze. He pulled his fingers out of you.

You turned around, straddling Santi on either side of his powerful thighs. You reached a hand down and grabbed hold of his cock on the outside of his sweatpants. A breathy moan escaped him, brushing over your face softly. You leaned in.

“Can you teach me?” You asked gently, “how to…how to…”

“Tell me sweetheart, use your words.” He reached up and cupped your cheek with one hand, and dropped the other onto your hip, squeezing tight against the meat of your rear.

“I want to take you in my mouth Mr. Garcia, please.” You asked as innocently as you could muster.

Santi gulped, looking up at you with adoration instead of his usual smug grin. He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, entangling his tongue with yours softly. He stayed like that, melting his mouth into yours passionately while you churned your hips over his erection idly. He moaned into you, squeezing your hip tightly.

“Think you can handle it cariño?” He asked, eyes darting between yours.

“I think so, I want to try.”

“Okay then, get down on your knees hermosa.” He ordered, tapping your side.

You did as you were told, sliding off his legs and getting down on your knees. Santi pulled his pants down, shucking them off his feet and tossing them aside. You were in awe. You’d felt his cock, but you’d never had the opportunity to really admire it until now. It looked even bigger than it had felt when you had it inside of you.

“Take it slow at first, figure out what you can handle.”

He spread his legs wide and pressed a gentle, though very large, hand against your cheek. You shuffled on your knees in between his thighs. You took him in your hand, unable to fully cage your fingers around his girth.

“It’s so big.” You said, gulping the excess saliva that had formed in your mouth at the sight of it.

“I know sweetheart, just take your time.”

You noticed a bead of precum forming at the head, so you started with that. You brought your soft tongue to the tip, dragging it over the slit and collecting the sweet fluid that had collected there. It tasted good. You’d never done anything like that before and weren’t sure what to expect when touching it to your tongue, but you were pleasantly surprised.

“Go ahead and get it all nice and wet. That will help.” He said in a gentle tone.

You looked up at him before looking back down at his cock. It throbbed in your hand. You dropped a glob of spit over the head, watching it trickle down the sides. You moved your hand just enough to let it coat the entire length. Santi groaned in response. You gripped over it again and slid your fingers around to make sure it was nice and slick.

“F-fuck, there you go, that’s really good.” Santi moaned, churning his hips upward to chase your closed fist. “Now put your lips around it.”

He brushed the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone, giving you a sense of comfort. You felt small suddenly, unsure how this was going to go. You weren’t even sure if you’d be able to get your lips all the way around it, but you tried anyway. Opening wide, you took him in. Your lips stretched out the further down you got. You felt your tongue splayed out across the underside. Santi let out a breathy whine in response.

“That’s it sweetheart…so good. Mm, what a pretty little mouth.” He looked down at you with that same look he had before. “See how far down you can go.”

He held the back of your head as he guided you forward. You moved slowly, enjoying the taste of his cock while you lowered yourself. You stopped when you reached the threshold of your throat. You were certain there was no way he could go further.

“You need to relax your throat, can you try to do that?”

You gagged but tried to stay on it. It was too much though, you shook your head and came back up for air, coughing in the process. You felt embarrassment wash over you. You wanted to impress him, showing him that you knew what you were doing, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. The truth was that you had no idea what you were doing.

“Sorry, I suck I…I really don’t know what I’m doing and-”

“Sh sh sh! Cariño!” He looked at you with a furrowed brow, “you’re doing great, try again.”

You sniffled and nodded. You weren’t sure if the tear that trickled down your cheek was from your gag reflex being activated, or if it was from your shame. Santi swiped it away with his thumb and gently pulled your face back to his cock.

“You need to go back down, breathe through your nose, and relax your throat, okay?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

You nodded, “yes.”

“Okay, try again for me.”

You let out an exhale while you readied yourself to go back in. Opening slowly, you took his cock past your lips once more. His girth felt good filling your mouth, stretching you out again. He moaned deeply, muttering fuck, and pushing in just a little on his own. You remembered that he told you to breathe in through your nose, and it helped.

“That’s it, breathe sweetheart, you’re doing so…oh fuck…so fucking good.” He was gripping your head a little tighter now, “look at me. Wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You looked up at him. Your eyes were watering as you tested the limit of your throat once more. You gagged, but quickly regained control and stayed with your lips wrapped around him. You felt warm tears start trickling down your cheeks. Santi wasn’t even bothering to brush them away anymore, he just smirked at you, that same cocky grin he always had.

“Why don’t you touch yourself? Keep sucking my dick while you do.” He instructed, never letting his eyes leave yours.

You obeyed, tucking a hand into the waistband of your pants and swirling a finger around your clit. You moaned over his cock when you did. It got easier as you went down again and again, letting his thick member push down throat when you relaxed. You just had to remember to keep breathing through your nose.

“Oh cariño, you’re a fuckin’ natural, feels good. You sure you’ve never done this before?” His voice sounded wrecked.

Santi held onto your head now and started bucking his hips upward. You didn’t mind, you could handle it. You squeezed your eyes, feeling the burn of your mascara running down. You tried so hard to keep them open for him.

“So pretty sweetheart, such a good little girl for me…fuck…love when you choke like that.” He thrusted upward again, forcing a grunt from you. “Think you can take a little more?”

You nodded as best as you could.

“Course you can, go get on the couch for me. Hang your head off the front and put your legs up the back cushions.”

You gasped for air when he released you. Spit connected your lips to his cock in slick strands. You took your hand out of your shorts and stood up. Santi stood too and gave you a deep kiss, despite your mouth being completely covered in saliva. He gestured for the couch. You got yourself into the position he’d demanded of you, letting your head hang off the edge of the cushions.

“If this is too much, you need to just tap my leg, ok?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Yeah, ok.” You said, looking at him from upside down.

“Touch yourself, and lay your tongue out flat for me.” You did both, returning your fingers to your swollen and needy clit while also splaying your tongue out on your chin as wide as you could.

Santi ran the length of his cock against your tongue, reveling in the way it felt against him. He pushed himself into your mouth, and you were shocked when his entire length slid easily into your throat. You still gagged a little, and you had to breathe in between the moments that his balls brushed against your nose, but this was easier. Santi reached forward, pressing his palm to your throat gently.

“Feel that? I can see my cock in your little fucking throat cariño…shit.” Santi was a mess, rutting his hips into you faster.

He leaned forward, keeping his cock in your mouth, and tugged your shorts upward over your thighs. He swatted your hand away and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You grabbed the couch cushions for dear life. Feeling your throat being resized by such a big cock in combination with Santi’s skilled fingers working on your clit made your body tremble.

“You gonna come for me one more time? Want to feel you screaming over my cock sweetheart, come on.”

You moaned in affirmation. Santi’s fingers kept working on your clit, swirling in circles over the burning nub. You arched your back into his touch, desperate to feel that sweet release once more.

“I want you to swallow everything I feed you…you got that? Every…last…drop.” He let out a sharp exhale, but never slowed his pace.

Tears were still running down your face. You churned your hips into his fingers, greedy for more friction, which he provided. You were there, so close, ready to feel yourself go limp once again in ecstasy. Santi could tell, just from the way you squirmed under him, that you were about to come undone.

“Be a good girl alright? You’ve been a little fucking tease all day, now you can make it up to me.”

His hips stuttered but his fingers didn’t stop working on you. You felt your cunt clamping down around nothing while Santi’s cock pumped into you and stretched out your throat. You were screaming, just like he’d asked, muscles vibrating around his length. His groans of pleasure were louder than they’d been last night when he fucked you against the counter.

Even if you didn’t want to swallow his load, which you did, you wouldn’t have a choice. He shot it directly into your esophagus, not leaving you with the option to spit or swallow. It didn’t matter though, you were happy to take whatever he gave you, all you wanted to hear were those words. You wanted Santi to tell you that you were a good girl.

“Fuck sweetheart…”

He pulled out of your throat when he was finished and helped you to sit up straight on the couch. Santi pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before he kissed you deeply. It felt so good, you didn’t want it to end, but you knew your time was running out. Your friend would be coming home soon.

“You were such a good girl for me, go get yourself cleaned up before Maria gets home. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

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When you left Maria’s house the next day to return home, you’d completely forgotten the milk that your mother asked you to pick up. You were going back to your college dorms the next day, and you wondered how long it would take for you to stop thinking about how badly you wanted to get in bed with Mr. Garcia again.

You thought after a few days of classes you would be able to forget all about him, but your phone buzzed on your way in one morning almost a week after your last meeting with him. You opened it, and saw an unrecognized number had sent you a text.

Unknown: Can’t stop thinking about you sweetheart.

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Pairing: dbf!Santiago García x sub!top!male reader

CWs: Reader is anywhere from 19 to his early twenties, age gap, underwear sniffing, slight scent kink, Santi has a hairy ass, praising, rimming, creampie.

Description: With guests at your house using your room and the couch being repaired, you have no option but to stay in your dad's hot best friend Santi's house. When he leaves the house shortly, you start exploring the place and make an awesome discovery...

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Your parents had dropped you off at your dad’s best friend Santiago’s house, you had guests coming over and they were too many for the guest room, so they had to use your room as well, and your couch was being repaired, leaving you no option but to go to Santi’s house. It wasn’t like you minded though… Santi was eye candy to look at, he had salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes, plump lips and a pretty good physique for someone in their 40s, and you’d also seen he had a happy trail from when he and your dad bathed in the pool together. So a week with your dad’s hot best friend definitely wasn’t one of your complaints.

When you arrived at his apartment he was outside waiting for you already. “What’s up, boy?” he asked, hugging you. Boy… him calling you that was so hot. “Here, I got your room ready” he said while he smiled and helped you haul your stuff to what would be your room for the next week. “Do you need help here or can you do it yourself?” he asked, looking sexy as hell, like always. You spent the next 20 minutes organizing your clothes and plugging your chargers, etc. When you finished, Santi walked back into the room, “Hey, I’m just gonna go to the store for some bread cause I forgot we ran out, I’ll be back soon” he waved goodbye and left, leaving you alone in Santi’s house. 

You roamed around his house, it was a well decorated one, unusual for a guy like him, the table was nicely set out and his couch was extremely comfortable to sit in. His kitchen was pretty organized aside from a few plates that needed washing, and the place had great lighting too. You looked at the pictures on his wall, some were just paintings and some were of him and his friends, they all looked attractive, just like Santi. As you kept exploring the house you eventually walked into his room… it was what you’d expect from a bedroom.. a bed, some clothes laying around and a work desk. You were in this extremely hot man’s room… you realized as you felt something stir in your pants. And in one corner of the room, right next to his bathroom door, there was a dirty laundry basket… you wouldn’t… right?

But your mind was pretty much clouded with the fact that those clothes were Santi’s dirty clothes… you opened the basket and looked inside… as if the gods knew what you wanted, you found Santi’s boxers… you wouldn’t.. right? Right? 

Moments later you were walking back to your room, his boxers in your hands as you laid on the bed and… sniffed them. They smelt manly, it was clear he’d used these as the scent went into your nostrils and god did you enjoy it. You freed your rock hard cock and started to stroke it, desperate to cum… the effect his clothes were having on you… you needed this man carnally. You held the underwear to your nose and sniffed as you jerked off. It must have been 10 minutes that you were doing this until someone’s voice snapped you out of your horny frenzy, it was Santi. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, you thought this was it.. but he didn’t seem particularly angry, he seemed pretty chill for someone who’d just seen his best friend’s son sniff his dirty underwear… “is that my underwear, y/n?” he asked, with a slight smug. You realized there was no way out but to tell the truth.

“Y-yes…” you stuttered… your cheeks were boiling hot due to embarrassment and shame, “Tell me, y/n.. do you find me attractive?” he asked you, raising his eyebrow, but once again, he didn’t look nor seem mad.. you decided to confess, “Fine, yes I do.. since forever.. and I was just exploring the h-” you started “It’s okay.. can’t say I’d resist either if I found yours” he smirked lustfully, you couldn’t believe it.. your dad’s friend who you’d found incredibly hot for ages just said he couldn’t resist smelling your undies if he found them… so.. he basically just said he found you hot too..

“So… you’re looking for a release… I can give that to you…” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh, close to your hard cock, “But you have to work for it” he smirked, you wondered what he meant “What do I have to do?” you asked curiously, “Ever heard about rimming, boy?” he asked, god, the way he called you “boy” was so fucking hot. “Yeah” you replied, figuring out what he wanted, and you definitely weren’t gonna say no. “How ‘bout you eat my ass for a while?” he kept smug as he took off his pants and underwear, showing you his hole, spreading his legs. It was dark pink and his cheeks had some hair… it was driving you crazy. You nervously got between his legs and looked up at him, “Go on boy… feast on it..” he said as you pressed your tongue to his hole.

His ass tasted sweet and slightly musky, but it was incredible to you. You couldn't believe what you were doing… eating your dad’s best friend ass… but you definitely weren’t gonna stop now, you fucking loved it. You’d never done this before, but somehow your eagerness made up for the lack of experience, “Oh fuck- you’re good at this..” he mouthed as you hungrily ate him out, desperate to please him. “Such a dirty boy, aren’t you? Sniffing my underwear.. you really love scents, huh?” he asked, taking his shirt off as well, “I’ll show you scents later if you’re good~” he smirked, you nodded aggressively and whimpered as you ate his ass. God, he tasted so addictive.

You gently placed your hand on his asscheeks, wanting to feel his round ass but not acting too quickly either, “It’s okay boy.. touch it, indulge yourself..” he groaned, you grabbed his asscheek hard as well as his thigh as his taste spurred you on further. By now, you were licking inside him, having loosened that tight ring of muscle enough. “You can lick more places, boy..” he suggested, making you switch from his ass to his balls, they smelled like his underwear, but much, much stronger, not that you minded though. You licked and worshiped his balls for a while like you did with his ass while he complimented you with names such as “good boy”. You switched back to his hole and you were starting to get completely ass drunk. Your long forgotten cock was standing hard and leaking, you were so aroused it was almost overwhelming. 

Suddenly, Santiago told you to get on the bed. You followed his orders of course, “You’ve been a very good boy for me, amor..” he said, that sexy smug on his face as he showed you his hole, “you can put it inside” he said, your mind went into overdrive, your cock was gonna be in Santi’s ass! “It’s big..” he said as he said “gonna enjoy making it mine..” he said with a smirk, the prospect of your cock being made into Santi’s toy for his pleasure was a synonym of heaven for you. He gave you some lube and you put it on your cock, it felt heavenly as you put it inside him, he was so tight and his hole had a vice grip on your cock. “F-fuck-” you had to moan, “Tight hm? Probably the tightest one you’ve had…” he smirked as he stroked himself. You slowly sank into him, inch by inch until you were finally balls deep inside him, you started to gasp in pleasure, you really wanted to start thrusting, but you knew better than that, you could tell Santi liked ordering you around. 

It was a full minute before Santi told you to start thrusting.. and when you did, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, he was gripping your cock so hard inside him, you were worried that it was even gonna get squashed. “Holy fuck- Santi-” you weren’t sure if you’d last long, Santi’s hole was sucking you into him, almost trying to jerk you off, you grabbed his ass and buried your face in his neck, you immediately the smell of his cologne and his natural smell. God, he smelt so manly, so potent, so powerful, you felt the need to please him, that you needed to impress him in some way. You were so hypnotized with him that you completely forgot you were thrusting into him, “Just like that- good boy~" he moaned, “you’ve got a pretty big dick- feels good-” that compliment sent shockwaves down your body, this man who had a chokehold on you was saying you were doing a good job, you had to resist cumming. 

You sped up, still careful and trying to last long enough to make Santi cum at least once, and there was the cocky son of a bitch, in absolute bliss, with no worries and dominating you without having to lift a single finger, while you were over here struggling to not cum. You needed to step up your game to make him actually moan loudly, so you sped up a little more, angled your dick just to the right angle towards his prostate and wrapped your hand around his thick, hard cock, “Fuck yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about..” he said, as the sound of slapping skin started to identify. However, the tables definitely hadn’t turned, you were still trying to impress Santi and his pleasure was still the priority.

The next 15 minutes were absolute bliss, you were definitely achieving your goal to impress Santi, the man was now moaning and praising you non-stop. However, your uphill battle with your orgasm eventually caught up to you. “Fuck- Santi- I’m gonna-” you were desperate, you didn’t know where he was gonna let you cum “No worries boy, just cum inside” he replied with a smirk, those words tipped you over the edge as you splattered a huge load in his hole, still thrusting. “Fucking Christ-” Santi cursed as he too finally reached his release, spewing his orgasm all over himself.

You buried your face in his neck and stayed there for.. 15? 20 minutes? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you had just had the best orgasm in your life with the hottest man you’d ever seen. “You want anything?” he asked you, you realized you were thirsty as hell, “Some water?” you asked.

“Okay, I’ll be back with it then,” he said as he stood up “Don’t clean up by the way, we’ve still got to do a lot more…”.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in June, but that’s when I read them 😊

(thanks for your patience with this y'all, i'm so sorry it took so long to post. working on getting july and august recs out as well ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥For Your Entertainment (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (yes i'm rec-ing this again)

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (i will rec this every time i read a new chapter, try and stop meeee)

🔥Clandestine (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Good Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @whirlybirbs

🔥favor (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥Never Before (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Prized Possession (Marc Spector x Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Best Kept Secrets - Marc's Story (dbf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kisses on your lovers lap (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Let Your Fingers to the Talking (Jake Lockley x F!Villain!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spoiled Rotten (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprite: Savior (Marc Spector x forest nymph oc Nikini) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bubble Bath (Marc Spector x Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Domestic Fluff (Steven Grant x Housewife!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

Fluff and Kisses with Marc (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm, Safe Place (Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly) - @romanarose

🔥Forever Bittersweet (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Please (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥take it (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥apology (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥willing to give (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @graysonshaven

🔥take my breath (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥burrowed under my skin (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Cállate (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Impatient (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Little Bug (Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Every You, Every Me (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @astroboots (i haven't finished this yet but i cannot recommend this fic enough)

🔥Soothe & Sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Wandering Hands (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @loganlermanstanaccount

tousled, stubbled, tired (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Virgin!Miguel w/a huge cock and fucks both of u dumb (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Take It All (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Make Me A Liar (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥coming home (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Triple Frontier

Blurring Out (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Being Will's Girl Would Include (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Look What the Cat Dragged In (Santiago Garcia x F!Thief!Reader) - @missdictatorme

For Better, For Worse (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @bullet-prooflove

The Last of Us

To the Rescue (Pre-Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Waffle House penance (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

Sucker Punch

🔥Needy Little Thing (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Two Faces of January

🔥The Oxford Comma Series (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (will never stop rec-ing this fic ❤️)

Ex Machina

🔥heavenly praises (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥old fashioned (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥chase and pull (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥indulge me (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[dameronscopilot]

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?

—

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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