Uniforms - Santiago Garcia
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Kinktober prompt - Day 5 - Uniforms
Santiago Garcia x Reader
When you see Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia for the first time he is wearing his official uniform for probably the last time as he will retire from active duty a month later.
They are all dressed up for this memorial but once you lay your eyes on him you cannot see the others at all. Because holy shit, no man has the right to look that absolutely breathtaking in any standard military stuff. You can’t take your eyes off him as you go around them to get to your office.
He looks unfairly sinful in those little-too-tight pants that draws your gaze to his perfectly round ass.You slowly look up and see that the dark material makes a beautiful contrast with his creamy skin tone and his salt and pepper curls.
Pope must have felt someone staring at him because he looks around like he is searching for someone. The moment your gazes lock literally takes your breath away for a second. You notice that you have stopped moving so you quickly look away and hurry up on your way. You don’t feel his eyes follow you but you can’t see the little smirk that your reaction has put on his face.
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The weekend the guys have some off time so they go to the bar most of the base visits when they need to get away a little. He has been looking for you ever since that day with no luck so far. They were there for a few hours when Benny goes to get a last round but gets held up after ordering the drinks. When Santi noticed that Will is silently laughing at something he follows his gaze and sees that Benny is too busy flirting with two women before the first goes back to their table and that leaves him with you.
He moves immediately and before he can realise what he’s doing he’s there on the other side of you in time to hear the younger Miller brother ask you a ridiculously Benny™ question.
“Are you gay too, sweetheart?”
“Not gay. Not straight. Not interested.” - you say with an almost monotone but still slightly mocking tone.
“Are you sure you are not interested in boys? Maybe I could change your mind if you give me a chance?” says Benny with a boyish grin at which you scoffed.
“I am definitely not interested in boys.” - you answer with a definitely mocking voice now.
“What about men?” - Santi interjects calmly but with confidence before Benny could continue to aimlessly flirt with you.
You turn to Pope as you lean over the bar and regard him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“Hmm… now, that sounds a bit more like it.”
Benny huffs at that and grabs the drinks to leave like a kicked puppy while grumbling something about letting you two to eye-fuck each other without an audience. You don’t really pay attention to him anymore, you are entirely focused on the man before you as you drag your gaze from his and slowly look him up and down appreciatively before a frown gives way between your brows.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? - he asks with a smirk while mocks the little Miller’s nickname for you. - “You liked me better in my uniform?”
“You mean the suit with the shiny little stamps that makes grown man look like overaged boy scouts?”
“Oh, you are brutal, you wound my ego so deeply, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.”
“Something tells me, you’ll live.”
He just laughs before leaning closer to you as his laugh turn into a charming half-smile and a lip bite.
“Do you want to live a little with me tonight?”
“You are Trouble… What do you have in mind?” - you answer with a question after a quick look in-between that he cannot place.
“I’m thinking about a lot of inappropriate things now, but.. “ - he leans back suddenly, one elbow on the bar, propping his cheek in his hand as he adds after a heartbeat - “I’m pretty sure you’ll just have to ride me because an injury fucked up my knees and I probably won’t be able to hold us up all night long.”
“Well, damn…” - you lean so close you are the tip of your nose is touching his and continue after a teasing pause - “you almost had me there, but I’m really only in the mood tonight for some rough fucking against a wall.”
You place a quick kiss on his cheek and stand up to take your drink to go back to your girlfriends but as you move to leave you cannot help but feel a sharp pain from regret, so you recklessly add:
“Maybe next time, Trouble?”
“Any time.” - he replies quickly with a hint of a beautifully honest smile.
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Santi goes back to their table and Benny asks if you got rid of him that easily too and where is that infamous ladies man they all know? And the teasing goes on and on until a fight breaks out and Benny moves to join but Will grabs him so he cannot do anything stupid.
That’s when they notice that it’s actually one of your friends that started the fight and you are in the middle of it too. You don’t get involved at first, then a man makes a move for your friend from behind and that’s when you join the fight.
Pope aggressively starts to get out of the booth but Franky and Will hold him back with an astonished expression on their faces. They argue while the fight gets more out of control.
Will tries to talk some sense into Santi but he only stops struggling when you start to take down one after an other attacker with deadly precision. You are not a soldier, you don’t move like one. However, it seems like there is not a single unnecessary move you make, you know exactly what you’re doing. Your movements are smooth and coordinated, you are agile and use your attackers momentum and strength against them. Pope never really understood the arts in the martial arts but watching you now, he gets it. It’s almost like you are dancing in an elegant flow of continuous movements. The guys are frozen and watch for a minute with their jaws dropped to the ground.
Before they can come back to their senses, the fight is over and you are leaving to make sure your friend who took a nasty hit gets medical help.
Typical Benny™ asks if Pope is glad that he avoided that trouble.
“Are you kidding me? I’m so fucking marrying that trouble.” says Santiago with a look of fierce adoration that none of them have ever seen on him before and that’s when they realise he is not joking, but even Benny is too speechless this time to tease him.
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Santi learns your name from your colleague who he catches in passing and starts to interrogate her about you, for as much information as he can.
After that finds you whenever you are both free and he doesn’t give up even after you turn him down because you don’t want to get involved with someone from your workplace.
The weeks go by too fast and on the last day Santi takes you to the bar to talk and informs you of his plans about leaving the country for a few years. You can’t help but feel disappointed that you won’t see him again. He says he wants to be with you now and after he comes back, that you still have time now and even if he isn’t, you are worth the wait.
That’s when his got you. You can’t help but feel like your heart is breaking. So you let any caution fly out of the window and kiss him then and there.
You stumble into the bathroom and he finds the opening of your pants, sliding his hands right into your panties. When he finds you wet he groans deeply and moves your hand on his bulge to feel what you’re doing to him.
You tease each other until you free him from his pants and he starts fucking you open with his fingers. He is still teasing your clit mercilessly and pumping you harder and harder while you draw lazy circles on the head of his cock with and occasional caress up and down his length. He snaps your hand away when makes you come. You orgasm so hard that you need to muffle your screams by pressing into his chest.
When you have come down from your high but still trembling a little, he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you to the counter, fumbling with your clothes and starts pressing into your tight heat in an agonisingly slow move.
You cannot it anymore and grab him by that perfect ass, that looked so good in that uniform you have first seen them, and pull him closer to you until he is so deep you can feel the stretch burn. He moves with slow, hard strokes, aiming at that special spot inside you until you are a whimpering mess, then he starts to give you fast, brutal trusts that make your eyes roll back.
“I’m so close, sweetheart, please tell me you are nearly there.” he begs and you only nod frantically. He’s pace is starting to get sloppy when you tighten around him, triggering his orgasm to and painting your walls with his cum.
You are both still breathing heavily when he pulls out and cleans you up so he can dress you back up properly.
“Can we do that again? Preferably somewhere else?” - you ask with a grin.
“I still owe you a rough fucking against a wall.” You laugh so hard you slip off the counter but he catches you with a cute grin on his face and presses his forehead to yours, giving you an soft Eskimo kiss.
“And a ride, don’t forget you owe me a ride on you too.” - you answer, still giggling until you have tears in your eyes.
“I want you to have this.” He hands you his dog tags.
“Santi, I can’t, it’s…”
“I want you to wear them. Take this as a promise, a promise that I’ll come back to you. For you.”
“You better, I can kick your ass if you don’t.”
“Nah, you like my ass too much for that… But seriously, I want you to have this part of me with you until I come back.”
“That’s sounds awfully like a love confession.” - you tease.
“It is.” - he says gently. - “Besides, I’m pretty sure this is the closest thing to an engagement ring that you’ll ever let me put on you.”
“Engagement? Santi… you don’t even know me.”
“But I do. I see you, the real you. And I know you see me too. We might not know everything about each other but don’t tell me I don’t know you, because I do. We can make this work.” - he argues with passion.
“I love you too” - you say shyly. “I’m just afraid you’ll change your mind while you are gone.”
“Never.”
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Three years later there’s a knock on your door and you freeze when opening it you find yourself face to face with Santi. He is just looking at you for a while in silence, searching for something in your eyes, then he reaches to you to pull the chain out under your shirt.
He brushes against the medals gently and looks back up into your eyes with a question in his but he doesn’t say it, instead he confesses his feelings again.
“This still belongs to you.”
“Are you going back?”
“I have this one last job and I’m out. I need you with me there for this. Then we can do anything we want.”
“Together?”
“Always.”