Bro Santa x Singlemom!Reader
Warnings: swearing, smut, 18+, f!reader, piv intercourse, unprotected sex.
A/N: This is a series. I've been working on this for the past few months now. Enjoy!
Bro Santa was HQ’s daddy dearest. He loved the kids on his team and helped them grow into understanding their Jinki’s with dedicated care and attention.
But would you believe it if he wasn’t always like that?
No at first, he was a grouchy, rugged manwhore. Your words. Anytime you saw him at the bar, you’d serve him and whatever friend he had for the night, man or woman.
Always two beers. Sometimes a frilly cocktail.
You didn’t really pay too much attention to him. He’d glance at you, rake his eyes up and down your body, and give you a knowing smile.
He always tipped well. Always greeted you and bid you farewell. Called you ‘his girl.’
You try not to go after men like him. The kind that’ll do anything for cash. The kind that’ll do almost anything for a price.
Givers were odd. And so was he.
He always had a lot of money. Sometimes over tipping. Like that’s what got your attention.
Sure you were working for good money, but you weren’t working like that.
Other times, you noticed he’d be talking to newer people. ‘Cleaners’ you think they were called. You’re ex hated them. Butting their noses where they didn’t belong. That’s when you found out it wasn’t just drugs he was moving around. It was people. Givers.
You didn’t like thinking back to that time. Open your eyes to see what you should avoid. Like the man of the hour. The final warning to not get close to him was the first time he sat at the bar on your first day of bartending.
“I don’t want to deal with fuckin’ kids, man. Pain in the ass.”
He was sat with a friend of his, probably someone from the underground scene. You did notice him hanging around them. Sometimes you wondered if they knew about a certain group you were trying to avoid.
You had a 5 year-old to worry about. So that was that.
The only one’s aware you were even a mother were the regulars. Like…regulars. Friends of the owner type regulars. Like Bro. Yet, that didn’t seem to stop him.
“Let me get a whiskey, princess.”
You ignore his pet name when you snap back to reality, taking a decently filled bottle from behind you and looking at him with a small smile.
“Something new, huh? On the rocks?”
You wait for him to say something. Anything. Instead he holds your stare.
It’s then you really take in his face. How his hair is tied back in a low ponytail, his goatee is well taken care of and trimmed to be as short as possible. His bandana hides the majority of his forehead, but you can see how he’s furrowing where his brows would be.
You play his game for a moment longer, setting the glass down. “Got something on my face?”
Bro gives you a smirk, his mouth the only thing moving. “I’ve been trying to get you to look at me for a while. Figured we’d get to know each other. But, you don’t seem to want anything to do with me.”
His hands interlace with each other, resting on the bar. You look down at them. They’re large, a ring on each middle finger, one around his thumb. “I’m hurt, chula.”
“You want the drink or not, Santa?” It comes out light, but he knows he’s testing you. You're irritated tonight. And he feels like he knows why.
“I want the drink, sweetheart. Give the glass a little kiss for me would you?”
You scoff, pouring his drinking out of the chilled bottle into an empty glass. No ice. The final touch was you putting the glass onto the table, some of the whiskey slipping out.
“Hey.” He tuts. “Come on, bonita. Talk to me.”
You roll your eyes, shoveling up ice from the ice bucket below the bar, and tossing it in his glass. “Sorry. Rough night.” You say sarcastically, uncaring on how full that glass is now.
“You really haven't gotten laid in a while have you?”
You grimace at his words. He’s not wrong.
It’s the way he says it so knowingly that irks you. “What the fuck is it to you?” You bite. “If that’s your way to get in my pants, just take your fuckin drink and find a hooker. There’s a ton around here.”
“I don’t want that.” He grins, the frown disappearing. “I’m tryin’ to get to know you. Been wanting to.”
Night after night, he comes in and sits right the fuck in front of you. You greet him normally, and end the interaction the same way.
Until finally he steps his game up. He waits for you.
You walk out, letting your co-workers do the last of the closing shift. You barely made it across the street from the bar to head home when you caught his eye. He was leaned against the wall, talking to some blonde guy with a scar on his left eye. The stranger gives Bro a knowing smile, tapping him on the arm before walking off.
The giver grins at you. That wicked, crooked smile that matches his lax energy. You don’t see how or why he’s attractive to you right now. But your eyes keep raking up and down his body.
“You look a little tense, nena. Need some hands?”
With a tired sigh, you give Bro a small glare. “Trying to get in my bed, Santa?”
“Or get you in mine. But that can wait. Maybe let me take you out?” You scoff, ignoring his presence as he walks besides you.
“What the fuck are you even doing here? That’s how I know something’s weird about you, you left the bar like…an hour ago.”
“Just made some solid cash. That’s all.” He at least sounds sincere. “Come on. Celebrate with me.”
Bro cautiously steps towards you, his hands out of his pockets but also away from his body. As though he’s telling you he’s unarmed. You trust him for now.
“I’ve been dying to get to know you since I laid eyes on you.”
Okay maybe not. You snort, “Please. I got a lot on my plate already. So why the hell are you trying so hard?.”
“Why else would I have waited this long to get your attention?”
“All this to get to third base? You’re a dog.” Part of you stills when you hear those words leave you. You’re usually not this abrasive right off the bat. Then again, Bro has been trying to get under your skin– maybe even your sheets, for a while. So why is it when he steps right into your bubble, you let him lean to your ear.
Bro has no shame. Growling with a sick smile and nothing innocent shining against his teeth. “You wanna throw this dog a bone here? If I’m that bad, I’ll leave you alone.”
His hand slides around your waist, and you put your hands against his chest as he pulls you in.
“What do ya say? You’re free this weekend aren’t ya?”
This was such a bad idea. You tell yourself you’re just looking for a way to let off some steam. Just looking for some fun.
Here you are, right against the door of the inside of your apartment. You know your kid is at your sisters, so this is your only chance.
Somehow, in the middle of your makeout, you find the strength to push back. You giggle, wiping at your chin and lead him to the living room. You push him down, immediately following him with your knees trapping him from either side of his lap. Lips press together, hands roam all over.
“Knew you wanted me, all you had to do was admit it.” Bro whispers, in between the little gaps of your kissing.
“God you’re such a fucking snark.”
With that, you stand in front of him, pulling your shirt of and shimmying off your jeans. He sits up, his own blue short short sleeve slipping off. His white tank top hugs his body, stretching against his chest and you notice a silver chain hangs just below his collarbone.
You're left in your underwear now, you're quick to try and fall to your knees but he stops you almost instantly.
“Hold on, baby. Hold on.” Bro’s fingers trail up the soft skin of your thighs. Sending you a tickling sensation. You reach out. Your fingers gliding on the tops of his shoulder while his mouth presses open mouth kisses on your tummy.
You whimper, the sensation of his tongue on you making you feel butterflies just under the layers of flesh. This was new.
You were used to the quickness, the borderline bdsming, the rush. This had you really pause and think.
After months of carefulness, after making sure there was no way for your past to catch up to you, you couldn’t have thought this was safe. You bring a random man- well…as random as he gets, home. You go all in, ripping your clothes off for some relief and you're just…not even second guessing this. Why would you, anyways?
This was temporary. This was just sex.
‘Just sex…’ You think to yourself. ‘Just…sex…’
“Why are you being…” You feel the words slip away from you, the same time Bro’s hands grip at the back of your ass. Fondling you as his kisses began to rise. He pulls you onto his lap, one arm wrapping around your waist while his hand was firmly places right under your panties.
His lips met your chest, lips wrapping around a nipple and looking up at you with complete desire.
You feel your face grow warm, unable to form any sounds other than cooing eager pleas.
‘What a stupid thing to say.’ You think.
“Good.” Bro responds. “Want you to feel nice.”
His words are slightly muffled, his tongue staying out of his mouth to swirl over your areola. You look away, eyes finding anything else to gaze upon. Your heart sinks a bit when you see the little blanket peeking out the toy chest but before you can even think anything to yourself, you squeal with surprise.
You look down with a mad pout, raising your hand to smack Bro for biting you. He lets go, reaching up to stop your hand and presses your lips flat against his.
Your muffled moan is angry, your eyes closing to get lost in the feeling. Your hips grind down on his bulge that’s just waiting to burst out his zipper. Every grind, you hear him groan and it feeds your ego like no other. He whimpers at some point, the second you begin to twist your hips right as you find that spot on your clit with a gasp. You dig into that spot with another roll of your hips, stopping only when he taps your thigh gently.
The second you pull away you’re both huffing into each other's faces.
“Aw, need me to kiss it better?”
You scoff, lowering yourself to your knees and fiddling with his belt to release him from his confinements.
“You’re such a pain.” You mutter. Your hand wraps around this length right as he raises his hips to lower his pants, scooting the front of his boxers down just enough to spring it free.
You pause, staring at this…monster.
The head is red and angry, the base of it is buried under thick black curls, and the girth…
You gulp. Taking in a deep breath before hovering your mouth over the tip. Slowly, you bring his cock to your mouth, taking in as much as possible. Your hands reach up and grip his thighs. Trying to breathe through your nose.
You only began moving when his fingers gently start to brush your hair away.
Every thrust into your mouth, had you gurgling a new sound of ecstasy. You were getting more and more cock drunk with every. Single. Push.
You manage to take him halfway, your eyes glancing up at him with a plead.
“Come on, mami. You can take it.” He groans, one hand reaching up to push his shirt back, the other holding the back of your head to keep you in place. “Right there. Hold it there.”
You have to breathe through your nose in shallow breaths. Otherwise you might-
In thinking about it too much, you painfully gag, tapping his thigh fast to warn him and he lets you go.
Your head rips away from him. Panting and swallowing whatever residue stayed in your mouth. Your eyes were teary, rose runny and you're sure your lips were swollen.
Eyes looking up at Bro, you give him a drunken smile. You brace yourself on his knees again, lapping up his tip and shaking your head onto his cock.
The groan he makes as his head tips back has your back arching, wanting to give him more. But in the back of your mind, you had a small idea.
You watch him nearing his peak. Waited till he started panting and you grated your teeth just light enough for him to feel it.
Bro hisses, his hand snapping to grasp under your jaw.
Your eyes widen in fake shock, and falters at the look of pure irritation that reads on this man's face.
“You wanna play stupid games? I got a stupid prize for you.” He growls. “Come on. Do it again, I dare you.”
You blink, his cock still twitches every now and then. With a sly crack of a smile, you bare your teeth out again.
Suddenly, you squeal, feeling yourself getting manhandled to your back on the sofa. The sound of light tearing snaps you out of your haze and you look down. He tore your good pair of panties.
They weren’t lace, or fancy, but they were comfortable dammit. And comfort doesn’t come around on the ground.
“Hey! You fucking jack-ass!”
You let out another squeal, feeling a sting to your most sensitive bits.
It’s not long before his mouth is pressed against you, sucking in your clit, fingers curled deep inside of you while you thrash in overstimulation.
He’s already dragging out your second orgasm so far. And you just need a small break.
“Please…!” You whine. “Please! Oh my fucking- you’re gonna make me…make me…!”
You listen to him hum, egging you on, nodding with your shaking legs before your body convulses in small but strong jolts of pleasure.
You arch your back, hands closed in fists you hit against his head in vain. He’s not letting up but he is laughing into you. Finally, he pulls away, his long tongue lapping at the slit of your pussy one last time.
“Yeah I think you’re ready now.”
Dazed, you don’t even know what he says as he helps you onto his lap.
You only understand you’re being held up, your knees on either side of his waist before feeling the head of his cock prod at your entrance.
“Come on baby,” You manage to hear. “Let’s go. Ride me.”
You nod, eyes fucked out and hands bracing on his shoulders.
Slowly, you lower yourself onto him. Wincing and whimpering in mild discomfort. You try to just get it all in to adjust sooner but Bro stops you.
“Despacito, chula. Don’t be hurting yourself now.”
“Wan’ it.” You drool out. “Want your cock. I wan’ it.”
Bro pulls you towards him. His lips hover yours while he whispers. “Andale, pues. You want it? You want me?”
“Yes!” You hiss, fully sitting on his lap now, him hilting into you. Your mouth is hung wide open. A new sound rips from your throat, echoing out with a dying breath. “Oh fuck, you’re fuckin’ huge-!”
Bro gives you a grunt, laughing when he finds his composure. It’s still broken, feeling your walls fluttering around him. “And I thought I had you prepped enough. You’re fucking strangling me.”
With every thrust, you’re apologizing. With every grunt, you’re moaning. There’s no winning here. You’re just ready for the sweet release awaiting you, and there’s a feeling in your chest you’re sure is going to make you pass out..
Your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in. Eventually you feel yourself tiring out, but that idea leaves you as soon as you feel his arms wrap around your waist.
You shout, arms wrapping around his neck, and biting into his shoulder to try and quiet down. He’s pistoning in and out of you, lifting you up as though you were just some fleshlight.
You plead, and beg, and finally find your words.
“I’m gonna- oh fuck I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!”
Bro lets out a deep sigh, like he was holding his breath. His voice is ragged, rough, and super close to your ear. “Cum for me. Let go. Let me feel you fuckin’ cum for me!”
You feel that knot tighten in your belly.
“Squeeze me tighter…tighter! Fuck!”
Bro practically roars his release out, triggering yours not long after. Somehow that enhances his sensitivity.
After shooting ropes and ropes of his cum inside of you, the tightness of your cunt has him throwing his head back and hissing in slight discomfort. Or oversimulation would be the better term.
Bro brings a hand up, cupping it under your jaw. He makes you look at him. You’re fucked out expression having him grinning from ear to ear.
You give him a lopsided smile. Giving him a drawn out ‘uh huh.’
“Think you can take me again? Or you wanna take a little break?”
God this guy’s ruining you.
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