Hickey/biting marks - Santiago Garcia
Pope
Kinktober prompt - Day 10 - Hickey/biting marks
Santiago Garcia x Reader
Santi offered to drive you to the lake where the guys and their significant others planned to spend the long weekend. It wasn’t a hard decision to accept his offer, he has become one of your best friends, maybe even closer than Will, and you really didn’t want to drive for hours after your long day at work. It was truly sweet of Pope to wait a whole day because of your hellish schedule.
Your stuff was packed, ready to go but you wanted to freshen up before you left so you decided to take a quick shower while Santi arrives at your apartment.
It was at the exact moment you exited the bathroom in nothing but a towel when you heard the doorbell ring. Without thinking, you got to the door like that and opened it for Santi, who was standing there, now with eyes wide and jaw fallen all the way to the floor. You don’t register his expression as you only took a quick glance at him before you turn around to get ready and say to the poor man that it’ll only take a minute and he should make himself at home.
Pope moves on auto-pilot, getting in from the doorway and closing the door behind him to slump against it. He cannot take the picture of your almost naked, absolutely sinful body out of his mind.
When you return from your bedroom, dressed and ready to go, you find him still at your door.
“You alright?” you ask concerned with his atypical silence.
“Of course. You ready?” He says shortly, looking you up and down.
“Yep.” You say as you grab your bags. Santi, like always in these kinds of situations, moves to take the heavy bags from you, but you already know the drill and plan for it.
“Let me get that for you.” You don’t give in this time either. Ever since you found out about his injuries and the pain he still suffers, you try to spare him of anything that could make his condition worse.
“That’s okay, they are not heavy. Could you get the snack bag from the kitchen, though? I’ll need a free hand to lock the door.”
He knows what you’re doing, you always do this. Quickly interfere when he tries to exert himself. Santi appreciates the care, he really does, but he can’t help the little bruise his ego suffers each time you do this, although he never voiced his feelings before.
“I can still take some heavy lifting, you know?”
“I’m sure you can, but it is totally unnecessary right now. So you can focus your gentlemanly gestures on opening the door for me and giving me that long ass drive you could have endured yesterday with just enjoying the ride.”
“Oh, come on sweetheart, don’t be that hard on yourself. You are not that bad of a company.”
The drive is somewhat tense but you get along just fine and you are able to have some fun between the comfortable silence that neither of you mind. Then you just listen to the music you mixed up for the trip and admire Santi whenever he sings along.
•
When you get to the lake house, you offer to park the car while Santi your rooms with the others. You walk in to hear them having a rather loud conversation.
“What do you mean there’s only one bed left?” You don’t know exactly who’s on the receiving and of Pope’s anger but you don’t want to find out either so looking around, you offer a solution when you spot a decent-looking couch in the living room.
“That’s okay, I can sleep on the couch.”
“No way, I’ll take it.” Santi argues immediately.
“Yeah, right, like I’d let you suffer through your weekend without any sleep.” You scoff at him, which he returns with an angry expression.
“I have a crazy idea, it’s a big bed and you are not exactly giants…” Benny starts with an absolutely ridiculous amount of teasing in his voice, for which he earns a not too hard elbow hit from you to his stomach (since you are not entirely sure you could reach it if you’d aim a slap at the back of his head like Will usually does). “Hey… I was just trying to be helpful”
“I’m sure you were, but I don’t want to keep up Santi all night.”
“Uuuuuu…” The jokester earns another hit, but you know he counts in on it this time, so you trick him with a false attack and pinch his side instead.
“Ouch, that hurt. Stop abusing me, you are so mean. I can see why Pope wouldn’t wanna sleep with you.” That comment makes you blush so hard you wonder if your cheeks are on fire.
“Moron…” That is all that Pope says to Benny, delivered with a glare before he guides you outside. “Come on, honey, let’s put the bags in our room.”
“Santi, I really don’t mind the couch, you don’t have to lose sleep because of me.” You offer again as soon as you collected yourself, but he takes offence in it like he did this morning. He doesn’t answer until you are inside your room.
“Do you really think I’m that fragile or broken?” He groans with pain and the residue of anger in his tone.
“What? Of course not, I just don’t want to be a burden. I know you are a light sleeper and I move around a lot and actually wake up more than once during most nights.” You try to explain in a nervous rambling. At which Santi stops you and turns you to him. Placing both his hands to hold your face as he silently asks you to look at him. You oblige with another blush, though this time it’s not as serious as the one you previously displayed.
“You are not a burden and you don’t bother me at all. I’ll probably be knocked out from the long day anyway.” He says gently, caressing your cheeks while he speaks.
“Santi…” You’d start to argue, knowing he is saying this for your own benefit and this arrangement will not work.
“If you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to, but otherwise, we are grown-ups here, right? Not like some…” Santi says trying to cheer you up after that ‘some’, meaning Benny, ruined the mood between you.
“All right, but you have to promise to let me know if you can’t sleep because of me.”
“That’s an interesting choice of words.” He mumbles, not meaning for you to hear but since you are so close and focused on him, you do.
“What?” You ask with incredibly wide eyes and a stunned expression.
“What?” He tries to pretend like nothing happened and turns to leave. “Let’s go down, the others are probably waiting for us.”
“Santi, if you think I’ll let you get out of this room before you explain…”
“Explain what?” He marches back to you until he is inches away from you and he starts a nervous rambling of his own, in an angry, barely louder than a whispered tirade. “That I can’t stop thinking about you? That when you opened the door this morning in that damn towel I nearly fell to my fucking knees? That if I have to see you flirt with Will one more single time I’m gonna punch him? That I…”
You silence him with a bruising kiss, which he returns without hesitation as he pulls you flush to his chest.
“What was that?” He asks, bewildered when you part to catch your breath.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You don’t want to go into that conversation now. All you want is to feel him again and stop thinking about the consequences for once.
“Yes, ma'am.” Pope smirks before he complies. He is kissing you like his life depends on it. He continues to kiss you with the same passion as he backs you away to the bed until your legs hit the edge and you fall on it, still bouncing a little when he cages you in and starts placing kisses lower and lower. His left hand is teasing your hardened nipple through your shirt while his other hand sneaks into you silky pants to push your panties aside and start giving the same teasing circles to your sensitive clit.
He’s pressing long kisses to your neck with the occasional sucking and biting here and there as he listens to your moans while he moves to your opening. Two of his fingers barely dip in you just to move in a slow circle then move out to repeat the action.
When you start squirming and moaning more loudly and more frequently, he slides his fingers deep into you scissoring them as he moves back. The sudden stretch makes you gasp but he doesn’t stop. He is still preoccupied with your neck when he moves his fingers back and doesn’t move out, instead starts to brush against that spot that makes you flutter around him.
“Santi, I can’t come like that.” He stops for a second, fingers knuckle-deep inside you, before he decides to ignore your comment and prove you utterly wrong.
“Hmm…” Santi intensifies his movements, throwing all his tricks into the play, making sure to listen to your reactions while he also marks you all over your neckline.
“That wasn’t a challenge.” You try to stop him again as you’d never been able to come from just this but Pope has that call sign for a reason and you are about to find out how it’s like to be on the end of his determined precision.
“Uh, Santi… yes, right there…. oh, yes… oh, God…Santi” You scream again and again, pretty sure everyone can hear you, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were in heaven, the man above you giving you bliss like nothing you ever felt before.
You are trembling when he pulls away to take his wet fingers between his lips and licks them clean in front of you before giving you a deep kiss and making you taste yourself.
“If that was just a hint of what it would be like to share a bed with you, I can’t wait for tonight.”
•
“Took you long enough. What, you tested out the bed or something?” Benny is the first one to comment on your absence and not only your frozen state giving you away but the marks Pope left along your neck and forgot to mention when he lead you out of the room.
“Oh, fuck me, you did.” The younger Miller brother is not a subtle person on his best days but now he’s practically yelling it with an uncontrollable laughing fit.
“What? No! We…” You stumble on your words, not knowing what to say and rather hiding your face to Santi’s chest.
“What the hell is on your neck?” Will asks as soon as he approaches you and spots the marks that are visible even from this angle. Your skin is too pale and bruising so easily that it’s impossible not to notice anymore.
“I’m not going to apologise for any of what happened.” Santi laughs happily, pulling you even closer in a hug while you still hide your face.
“So is this a new thing or…?” Frankie starts to ask, but Benny regaining somewhat from his laughs interrupts him.
“See, I told you the bed-sharing-trick will work. I just didn’t expect it to be so quick, in any sense of the word.” He laughs again at his own jokes and the others join.
“What???” You yell in unison with Pope, but they ignore you in favour of making jokes at your expense.
“Yeah, Pope… What about that reputation of yours? Have you lost your touch, already?” Will interrogates him with a lamely coughing covered laugh.
“I told you I heard her scream and it was definitely an 'Oh, God’ too, that didn’t sound like he lost it.” Frankie adds so helpfully, while you are glaring daggers at him.
“Just make sure to hold back the possessive marking up, man. Our delicate flower obviously has way too tender skin for that.” Benny is having the time of his life and surely could go on but Santi shuts him up and tells them off.
“Alright, laugh it up, assholes. Any other comment before we get to the dinner because I don’t wanna hear another word on it after.”
Will took mercy on you and decided to interfere. “Come on, guys. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone and go for a swim, I’m sure the girls are still there at the dock.”
•
“They won’t let it go any time soon you know, right?”
“Well, fuck them. I know enough embarrassing stories to tease them to hell and back and I’m ready to do so.” You say with an angry little pout and putting the point to the threat with a stomp that Santi just finds altogether way too adorable.
“God, I love you.” Pope didn’t mean to say it out loud, it just slipped, he was too happy and relaxed with you now to keep his guard up.
The realisation hits you immediately, you look at him, stunned, long enough that he starts to panic but you reply before he would have the chance to take it back.
“I love you.” You confess with a teary laugh that bubbles out of you. It’s so plain to see now, of course you love him. What is there not to love about this man?
He looks at you with disbelief, barely able to process that this is really happing but the confession makes him smile in a boyish, innocent and utterly joyful way and you can’t help but fall for him even more.