Hey guys 👋 Sorry for the delay for this spicy side story, but here it is. It's around 1.6K words long and the pairing that won the vote is Male Santana x Male MC! 😁
Without further ado, here's the story and I hope you guys enjoy it!
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It’s another clear and sunny sky in Ibiza. It’s also the last day of your honeymoon with Santana, and you’ve got an idea to celebrate it. That’s why you’re awake right now, already fully dressed in a butler outfit—or at least an outfit as similar to a butler outfit as you can find.
It was a bit embarrassing having to talk to the manager of the hotel about borrowing one of the uniforms, but the manager was more than happy to indulge your strange request. It’s probably because you’re staying in one of the most expensive rooms available and you suppose the hotel’s motto for the VIP guests must’ve been something like, “We shall never deny a guest, even the most ridiculous request.”
Soft knocks on the suite’s door bring you out of your reverie. Grabbing your tray of empty plates, you make your way to the big double doors. You open them and as you’ve expected, it’s the staff bringing another tray of breakfast. You’ve gone ahead and had an early breakfast, and this one is for Santana.
The staff blinks in surprise as he lays his eyes on the uniform you’re wearing, but thankfully he doesn’t comment on it.
“The breakfast you ordered, sir,” he says with an awkward smile on his face.
You put on an unfazed expression as you reply with a dignified tone, “Thank you.”
The two of you exchange the trays and as soon as you grab the tray, you swiftly close the door and sigh. Oh my God, that is embarrassing, but it’s too late to back away now. To celebrate the last day of your honeymoon, you plan to just let Santana relax and enjoy the last day of your honeymoon and his vacation. And to add to the fun, you’ve decided to add a bit of roleplay fun. You’ll become a “butler” and serve all of Santana’s needs.
You walk to the bedroom where Santana is still sleeping, a little spring present in each of your steps and the hot tray of breakfast in your hands. Pushing the door open gently, you take a peek inside and, yup, there’s Santana, still sprawled on the bed. Perfect. You want to be the one to wake him up.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, you walk over to the curtains and throw them open, revealing the beautiful view of the crystal blue ocean glinting under the morning sun. Next, you slide the door open to let the breeze into the room.
You turn around, expecting Santana to stir awake, but he doesn’t. He just shifts, turning his face away from the window, presumably to shield his face from the light. You can’t help but scoff out a soft laugh.
Walking back to the bedside, you decide to take a seat beside him on the mattress, trying to find the best way to wake him up. You lean in over him and poke his shoulder gently as you call out his name gently. Not even a budge.
Seems like it’s one of those rare instances where he actually sleeps deeply and peacefully. You feel a bit guilty. Maybe you should just let him sleep in even longer? But it’s already 10:30ish in the morning.
You sigh and as you pull back, you notice that the blanket in front of his crotch is a bit tented. An idea immediately pops up in your mind and you grin. Well, a good butler should tend to all of their master’s needs, right? Even before they even realize they need it.
What a perfect first task for you, and a perfect way for Santana to start his day.
The blanket is all rumpled around him and it has ridden low to his waist, only covering his lower half. You grab the edge of the blanket and carefully drag it down, so as not to accidentally wake him up.
He moves a bit, moaning softly. Seems like he’s having a pretty nice dream and if his little reactions didn’t make it clear, it’s undeniable as you reach down and grab his half-hard dick. You give a few light tugs and he sighs.
It still amazes you how much of a heavy sleeper Santana can be at times. Time to test it even further, then. Leaning down, you pull back his foreskin before giving a couple of experimental laps on the slit. The sensation causes his cock to twitch in your hand.
You want more, so you closed your lips over the sensitive head and start sucking earnestly, swirling your tongue around as if you’re licking on a lollipop. This time, Santana groans out loud, and his right leg jerks.
Taking that as a sign to continue, you take more of him into your mouth. The sounds of your enthusiastic slurps drift in the air, accompanied by occasional groans and low moans from Santana. Every sound from him sends your blood pooling to your groin and soon, your own dress pants are becoming tight.
Your hand moves south, and you start palming your quickly forming erection through your pants. Fuck… How you want to just reach in and just jerk off… Alas, now is not really the time.
You feel Santana’s cock hardens considerably in your mouth and you’re starting to wonder whether he’s actually passed out instead of asleep. You give a hard suck and it seems to do the trick as he finally stirs awake.
“S—Sasha? What are you—” he gets cut off by his own gasp of pleasure as you focus your tongue on the sensitive underside of his dick and hum playfully. The action seems to immediately push him into overdrive as he groggily reaches down. His warm and heavy hands settle on the back of your head and start pushing you down further until you take his full length in your mouth.
You would have chuckled if you are not choking on his dick right now. You gag as the head hits the back of your throat. Almost immediately, Santana lets go of your head and you pull back to cough and inhale raggedly, your eyes watering slightly.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Sasha,” Santana apologizes. “Are you okay, love?”
Clearing your throat, you wave his worry away.“Yeah, I’m fine. No need to apologize for having a big dick,” you can’t help but tease him, laughing out loud as Santana’s expression turns sheepish and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
He opens his mouth to say something but you shush him before leaning back down to continue what you have been doing for the past few minutes. This time though, you keep eye contact with him as you grab his still-hard cock and put it back into your mouth. You begin to bob up and down earnestly, taking in as much as you could without accidentally triggering your gag reflex. The rest, you stroke with your hands instead, making sure to synchronize its rhythm with the oral action you’re currently doing.
Santana stares at you with a half-lidded gaze full of lust and you stare back, watching every little change in expression, the face he’s making with every moan. His chest rises and falls quicker as you pick up the pace. His ragged breathing comes out in pants and gasps and from his expression alone, you know he’s nearing his climax.
And true enough, you feel his member twitches in your mouth and Santana’s hands settle on the back of your head again, fingers grasping at your hair clumsily. “Sasha, I’m about to—” He doesn’t even have enough time to finish his warning before he throws his head back and finally comes with a loud groan.
Once again, you take as much of him as you can before ceasing all movement. You hum and moan as you feel his dick pulsate, sending spurts of cum down your throat, which you accept greedily. After he’s done, you let go of his softening cock with a lewd pop before giving a gentle kiss on the still-sensitive head, making Santana shudders from the sensation.
“Did you enjoy the special wake-up call, sir?” You wink coquettishly.
“Damn, if this is what I wake up to every morning, I might actually try harder to fall asleep faster each night,” he chuckles.
You perk up, a wide grin breaking on your face as you stand up from the bed. “Wait, really? I’ll hold you to that, you know.”
“I can’t really control when I’m going to have another restful sleep such as this one. But I can promise you that I’ll at least try to keep a more organized sleeping schedule,” he yawns as he stretches his limbs on the bed lazily.
“Fine… I’ll take it,” you pout playfully before you move to where the tray of breakfast is set right beside Santana. “Well, time for breakfast, then! Sorry, it might’ve gotten a bit cold since someone is such a heavy sleeper.”
But before you can grab the tray, Santana stops you. He reaches up, grabs you by the hips, and pulls you closer. “I think I know I want for breakfast first,” he purrs lowly, eyes still half-lidded as he looks up at you. His hazel eyes then drifted back down, looking right at… the still visible tent in your pants, which is right in front of Santana’s face.
Your face heats up in embarrassment. “Y—You don’t have to! Can’t you see I’m trying to roleplay as a considerate butler here, ready to tend to all of your needs?”
His hand darts forward and starts groping at your growing erection. “Well, I want to. And consider it an order from your master, then,” he smirks at you smugly.
“You’re cheating the system,” you huff lightly but don’t object further.
“Let me repay you the favor at least, dear,” he whispers in amusement before he unbuttons your trousers and leans closer.