Kinktober 2021

God, I think I love you

Kinktober prompt - Day 16 - Massaging

Santiago Garcia x Reader

Moving in a new apartment was exhausting, luckily you had Will Miller as a friend ever since you helped him with his therapy after the incident at the store. Will was an angel, who, now was also your hero as he not only offered to help when the moving company ditched you at the last minute but also enlisted the guys to help.

It only took a few hours to get you settled at your new place and you insisted that at least you would invite them for lunch and an early dinner if they like’d to stay. You ordered the food when you all took a break at noon, during that short time you were getting to know them better and they started to get more relaxed with your company. By the time you were done with the lunch break the nickname ‘sweetheart’, given to you by Will, got stuck with all of them, so they only referred to you like that. At first you hated it, that’s why they continued, then you just let it go because you found it interesting how all of them said it differently to you.

When you were finished by late afternoon, you asked what they’d like to have but Santiago claimed the new place should be christened with a freshly cooked dinner, which he intended to prepare all by himself, practically banning you from your own kitchen.

•

You were all having a great time, the early dinner expanded into late night drinking and the guys were exchanging funny stories to make each other laugh.

“Are you ok?” You asked Santiago 'you can call me Santi, sweetheart’ Garcia, noticing that he was craning his neck to the sides in every few minutes.

“It’s nothing, just an old injury that’s been bothering me.” He started to downplay it, but Will interrupted with a grunting huff of a laugh.

“If by bothering, you mean being in chronic pain, sure.” That made you absolutely panic for a second, really just a second before your surprise turn into confused annoyance.

“Shit. Why didn’t you say anything?” Scolding the cute man who helped you all day was probably not the nicest thing you could have done but if you knew this, you definitely wouldn’t have let him deal with your burden.

“It’s nothing.” It’s obvious he doesn’t want to talk about it but you are not the type of person who can let go easily.

“Come here.” You invite him to join you and Benny on the other side of the room.

“What?” He couldn’t be more confused, you’d think you said you’re going to strip him down and have your way with him right there.

“Come here so I can help.” You ask again, more gently this time. It was like easing a frightened puppy into the bathwater.

“You don’t have to…” Pope said but moved to get to you where you were sitting on the new couch and before he could talk you out of it, you ordered him to sit before you on the ground, throwing down a few fluffy pillows.

“Sit down with your back to me” You gesture with your hands and push him down a little when he is still hesitating with his back with you.

He moves around a little and arranges the pillows, getting one in his lap as he waits for your move. The guys around you stay silent and watch, intrigued by the sight of their suddenly timid friend.

“Let me know if It hurts.” Sliding to the edge, placing your legs around him, your hands land on each of his shoulders and you quickly check how extensive that surgery scar is and what you should avoid, then you start to circle your thumbs around his shoulder blades, pressing just a little and only getting to three circles when he frightens you with a loud curse.

“Ah, fuck…” This makes you jump back a little, letting go immediately, so afraid you’d hurt him, but he reaches out to drag your hands back. “No, don’t stop. Don’t you dare to stop.” He sounds like an angry child whose favourite toy was taken away and that causes you to giggle.

You move back to your previous position and start again, carefully massaging his back and along his spine to make him less tense and hopefully ease the pain a little. You go on for a while, the only sounds are his quiet humms. None of you pay attention to the guys around you who, at first, witness the domestic scene with utter disbelief as Santi is not one to let people this close and especially not this fast. Then, as their stunned expression fades, they exchange little smirks, realising Pope probably has a crush on you, which they are ready to tease him for when he provides more ammunition.

“Oh God, I think I love you.” Santi moans as he starts to feel almost completely pain-free around the area you are working on.

“Careful, sweetheart, if you continue he might ask you to marry him as well.” Will doesn’t hesitate to start the ruthless teasing but you quickly shoot him down with your reply.

“If he cooks like that for me every day I’ll say yes in a heartbeat.” The remark is delivered with a raising eyebrow, a barely concealed smile and a little bitchy attitude which concludes in sticking your tongue at him like a five year old. That only makes him and Benny laugh until they are in tears but the older Miller brother’s laughing turns into a knowing smile as he watches you focus entirely on the man before you.

“We should be going, it’s getting late.” Will says and the others move without question, everyone except Santi and you are standing up to leave and you are not sure if he even heard them but you are not ready for him to go so you say nothing.

“Bye, sweetheart. Bye, lover boy.” Benny inserts a little roasting as he turns back before closing the door, only leaving his head inside before he hurriedly disappears, which makes the whole scene a bit comical.

“Can I crash on your couch tonight?” Santi asks after a few minutes of serene calm surrounding you, while you still massaging his aching muscles.

“No way I’ll let you sleep here. You get to have the bed” You scold him again and before he has the opportunity to protest, you stand up and offer your hand to help him get up. Which makes him look a bit awkward and he turns his gaze from you to the ground before he speaks again.

“Khm, I think, I’ll need a minute before I can get up." 

"Why? What’s wrong?” Seriously, you are not that quick to panic… You have no idea where this damn shock is coming from again.

“Nothing.” He says, bringing his hand before his mouth lie he’s trying to restrict his words. The movement is very subtle and goes on turning into just a brush against his face but you saw the tension.

“Santi…” You start gently, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable but if something is wrong, you want to know. It takes a bit of a staring contest and a few more seconds of silence before he confesses.

“It’s just…that it felt better than I expected.” You still don’t get it, not until he looks at you and pointedly down at the pillow in his lap and raises his eyebrow when his gaze finds yours again.

Then, it hits you, finally. "Oh" You look at him, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from speaking anything foolish but your brain short circuits or something because the next thing you say leaves you utterly terrified of the consequences.

“I can help with that too?” The reckless offer comes out as a question and leaves the man before you completely stunned for a second.

“But… I thought you were gay?” His wide-eyed expression would probably make you laugh in any other circumstance, but the question confuses you enough to take your mind off of anything else.

“Why?” It’s your turn to get confused with him. 

“Last time I saw you at the bar, you kissed that girl and I…” He doesn’t finish because he realised he just confessed something else.

“You made assumptions.” You conclude with a sigh, not going into the fact that he just admitted he was watching you.

“So why did you kiss her then?” Santi tries to change the subject and you just give him a look and a quick smirk that tells ‘ I know what you’re doing’.

“I felt like it.” You shrug. “She was beautiful and fun.” Shrugging again, like that is all the explanation your actions need.

He just looks at you for a moment, like he’s considering something before he pulls you down to him until you straddling his legs.

“And what am I?” His hands moved to frame your face as he looks into your eyes and asks this quietly.

“Perfect.” It is barely a whisper but you sound so sincere like he just asked somethings so evident that this should be obvious.

He connects your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Santi explores you and teases you a little before you break away and get off of him.

“Sit up.” You motion to the couch and he obeys without question. Then you are sitting in his lap again as he places his hands on your ass and guides you down until you are firmly pressing into him. He moves you to grind yourself against his hard cock and moans with you at the contact with each movement he pulls your hips closer to him.

You make out for a while, slowly moving your hips as he leads you. Pope leans back and starts to unbutton your jeans while you mirror him and reach for his. After he pushes your pants down as much as possible in this position you stand to take everything off then situate yourself in the same sitting position only getting even closer with your face buried in his neck, arms around him and chest flush against his, not an inch between you. After he guides his hard length through your dripping folds a few times he suddenly stops and you looks at you with a scowl.

“Shit, I don’t have any…” He leans his head back against the back of the couch and closes his eyes as he growls in frustration. You can still feel his pulsing arousal between your legs and you are just as high on lust as he is when you offer him something you’ve never done.

“I’m clean and on the pill?” His head snaps back and he watches you with an intensity that frightens you a bit.

“Are you sure?” His calm question is not in sync with his expression at all, you study him the same way he did you a moment ago.

“If you are safe too?” You ask to make sure, before you give him a response to his question.

“Yes.” He whispers against your lips. You kiss him then but he takes hold of you and stops you in order to hear your clear answer.

“I’m sure. I want to feel you.” That’s all you say as you raise yourself a little so he can slid into you. 

Once he pushes in the tip you loose your balance and slid down on his cock in  quick move which makes both of you freeze and moan loudly from the sudden please.

Something snaps in both of you as the lingering, motionless moment fades. Pope stretches you perfectly, you feel all of him deep in you as he dictates a rapid pace, hitting parts in you that causes you to moan even louder, driving him into a more frenzied fucking. 

That’s what this is, hard and fast fucking when you give into all your desires to reach your orgasm as soon as you can while you desperately cling to each other and exchanges wild kisses that only muffles your screams to an extent.

You come first, triggering his own release with your tightening muscles around him. He digs his nails into your plump ass as he holds you to him while he comes inside you. 

You lay on him, exhausted, your breathing doesn’t seem to want to slow down even when he turns more composed and starts to brush his hand through your hair and gives you a forehead kiss.

“Let’s take a quick shower and get some sleep, I’m sure you are dead tired too." You get yourself together and take his hand as you stand up. 

•

You lead him to the bed after the shower and he lays down on it with only a towel around his waist. You admire him, looking up and down slowly, which makes him smile and sit up to pull you on him. You go with it and laugh as he brings you down to a kiss.

"Turn around."You mumble against his lips and he looks at you with a frown. "Go on, turn around.” This time he does as you say and he turns on his stomach, then feels you situating yourself above him.

You give him another massage to help him relax before sleep. This time it’s more gentle, only aiming to soften the tense areas, otherwise you are just brushing along his skin in slow, calming motions.

His next words make you smile which he feels when you bend down and kiss his shoulder before you continue your ministrations and lure him to sleep.

“Hmm. I could get used to this."