I feel like Frankie is the type of dude that loooves hearing the headboard against the wall when he wrecks your shit.
oh HELL YEAH
when he has your legs up on his shoulders, kissing on them as he pumps in and out of you faster. he smiles down at you then you notice how his eyes wander to the headboard before they close.
"do you like that sound?" you ask and his eyes open again.
"what?"
"the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as you fuck me..." you say and he curses lowly. you get your answer as he slows down but thrusts harder, the headboard hitting the wall at a slow and steady rhythm.
"i do," he whispers as he moves your legs down to his waist so he can lean in close to you. "do you like it?"
"yeah."
he taps your thigh as he pulls out of you and you turn over quickly. he presses his entire body against you from behind and slides into you again. right away, he sets a rapid pace and the headboard slams against the wall along with his thrusts.
"you hear that, baby? i'm doing that. that's me fucking you." and he doesn't stop until you're completely spent beneath him.
*
"you're gonna break through the wall one day," you tease as he rests his head on your stomach.
he chuckles. "i don't think that's possible."
"doesn't mean we can't try..."
"when? right now?" he asks as he kisses up your body to your lips and you nod. "right right now?" he smiles against your lips.
@binarydanvvers: âQuit smiling at me, I canât stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.â
Private Matter (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)
Summary: Containing your love for Frankie is hard.
W/C: 920
Warnings: none, maybe for language just to be safe? oh, mentions of alcohol.
A/N: anyway this is soft boyfriend!Frankie content. I adore him. Can you tell? Idk I was feeling poetic tonight.
Frankie Morales is just so goddamn beautiful. You can hardly stand it some days, wanting to be all over him. He loves it, usually. Heâll allow you to pin him to the couch and kiss the bald patch on his beard, snuggles in closer when you rest your head on his shoulder, allows you to rest your legs across his lap while youâre sitting on the couch with him. Itâs one of his greatest pleasures in life, how your love language of touch is just as intense as his urge for validation.
You love the way he looks, even though he has admitted several times that heâs insecure about it. Those big brown eyes are so deep and soulful. He canât hide his emotions from you; theyâre always on display in his eyes, like a billboard flashing exactly what heâs thinking. Horny. Hungry. Tired. Love you. He thinks his nose is ugly, too large, but it perfectly suits him. You love his scruff and his laugh lines and the dark curls he usually tucks beneath a ballcap.
Heâs just so beautiful. You love watching him do anything. Driving, sleeping, eating, laughing. Heâs currently laughing, and itâs a wonderful sight. His eyes widen and his brows raise in excitement. His smile is wide, putting lines in his cheeks and showing off that precious dimple. His nose scrunches lightly. Heâs laughing at Benny, whoâs fulfilling his role as the groupâs comic relief.
You get from your chair, resisting the urge to put a hand on Frankieâs shoulder, to knock the cap off his head and run a hand through those curls you love so dearly. Thereâs a big reason you canât: the other men donât know. âIâm getting another round. Pitcher for the table?â You ask the men, and they all nod and cheer for you.
You walk to the bar and Frankie canât help but stare at the way your ass looks in those jeans. The other men look briefly, but not quite as long. âJesus, Fish. Curb your enthusiasm,â Santiago teases and smacks his arm.
He laughs and raises his hands defensively, but he feels sorry for them. They donât know how wonderful you are, the way you pour all of your heart and soul into his and let them mingle and become one. They donât know the way you always tell him just the right words he needs to hear, the way your hand feels as it slides across his chest and down to his abdomen before making its way back up and cupping his face as he earns a gentle kiss from you.
âSorry, sorry,â he chuckles.
He watches you, where you stand at the bar, and you watch him. He holds conversation with his men, as always. Heâs the quiet one, so he doesnât have to talk as much anyway. He spends most of that time out of the spotlight looking at you. They seem to be roughhousing him, shoving his side or flicking the brim of his hat. You wonder why. Frankieâs already the punching bag of the group, you all know it, but itâs because he takes it. Heâs cute, and he pouts at you after a particularly hard punch in the arm. He rubs it and looks at you with puppy eyes. You blow a kiss to him, and the facade drops. Heâs beaming again.
You smile at the way he grins, the way he sneaks a glance at you in the middle of talking. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket.
Frankie: Quit smiling at me, I canât stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.
You look up and grin, and Frankie bursts into a laugh all the way across the bar at the guysâ table. It fits perfectly with the conversation, but they donât know it. They donât know the true meaning, the way Frankieâs heart leaps out of his chest and runs through the crowded room just to love yours.
You: canât help it. love you too much.
Frankie looks up after he reads the text and finishes the rest of his beer. His beautiful eyes meet yours and you bite your lip to hold back from grinning. His lips move softly. âI love you too.â
No, the other men donât know how much you mean to each other, and they never will. No one can understand it like the two of you can, even in texts across a crowded and loud bar.
You walk back with a pitcher of beer and the men grin. Benny claps you on the back happily, making the beer slosh. You set it down and laugh along with them. You wrap your ankle around Frankieâs leg beneath the table. The others wonât be able to tell, and you just need to be touching him.
He smiles a little at that, his hand finding your knee and rubbing it softly. He traces little hearts into the skin of your thigh, and you can feel it even through the jeans you wear. Itâs his favorite way to remind you that he loves you when heâs in public, his thumb making tiny heart after heart after heart. I love you I love you I love you.
No, the other men donât understand whatâs between the two of you. Hell, they donât even realize thereâs anything more than a friendship between you and Catfish. It doesnât matter. Your love is a private matter, something for just the two of you.
Itâs the afternoon and the sun was setting soon. Your feet were kicked up on the porch swing, the roof casting a shadow on the top half of your body. The crisp February air stagnant outside. You were worried about him. You knew that he was was out finishing whatever it was that Pope had given him as his first time back on duty. You slowly started drifting asleep as the crickets of sunset started chirping into the purple peppered sky. ⌠Frankie is inside Santiagoâs kitchen finishing up chatting and took a look outside the window. âShitâ. âYeah Frank, isnât it Valentineâs day?â He chirps up looking outside seeing the sunset turn into darkness. Frankie had planned to come home and take care of you but this mission was so important, he couldnât pass it up. âI gotta go man, Iâll see you later.â Frankie hops into his car and speeds off hoping you didnât fall asleep just yet as the time creeps nearer to 8 PM. He steps out of the drivers side and sees you fast asleep on the porch swing chair you both bought at the store a few months ago after getting the house you so desperately wanted with him. He scoops you up and you start to stir.
You felt him, he was home and as you blinked your eyes open you knew he was just as happy to see you as he carried you into your home. The way his eyes grew dark after setting you on the bed made your insides squirm. He started taking off his articles of clothing, piece by piece. First his hat, that he always wore, then his jacket and button down. Â He was hungry for you and you let him rake his eyes over your body. You were wearing your grubby clothes but you were hot all the same in his eyes.
He peeled off your sweatshirt and pants and climbed on top of you. He snaked his hands under your underwear and began edging you. Kissing your chapped lips and coaxing out a groan every few circles with the pad of his thumb. You grabbed at his pants and pulled down his jeans and boxers with one fell swoop. His dick was slick with precum and you grabbed at it, pulling and hoping to make him suffer moans from making you miss his presence all day. The strong cool breeze from the open window in the bedroom touched your naked bodies and you both began hitting your climaxâs eliciting the final moans of rhapsody. âHappy Valentineâs Day.â he whispers into your ear as you doze off again, holding your naked bodies close.
A/n: None, enjoy!
Frankie was out with Benny and the guys drinking. Itâs a Wednesday evening and he puts his beer to his lips when he feels a vibration coming from his pocket. He lifts up his phone to take a look and itâs a text from you. Youâve sent him some nude photos asking when he was coming home and he almost spits out his drink. The guys all look at Frankie quizzically and he just shakes his head. They continue on with their conversation when he gets another text. Itâs you again only close up and definitely shouldnât be opened in public. His cock strains in his pants and he stiffles a whine in the back of his throat. He replies back to you, soon, we are almost done. But you canât wait that long, you send another photo of yourself. He clears his throat opening it and almost cums right there in the bar. He replies back to you, wait for me and nearly drops his beer off the counter rushing out of the bar.
He arrives at home and youâre laying in bed the exact position you sent the last picture in. He strips down leaving his hat on and starts leaving kisses from your lips to your stomach, âI missed youâ you whisper, barely choking out between groans.
Frankie starts grabbing your legs and spreads you wider, going from kissing to licking and sucking on your sensitive spot. He doesnât stop as you try to grab at his fully erect cock and miss. He canât contain himself waiting any longer and climbs on top of you, sheathing himself. You both elicit out moans.
Your ears were ringing. You rubbed at your temples. People were needing you all day. Your phone wouldnât stop buzzing and it was nearing 1 PM. Your lunch hour. Your eyes bleakly look at the screen and notice 10 more notifications pop up. An audible sigh escapes your lips as your eyes close. âThat bad today?â Frankie whispers leaning his shoulder on the door.
You spin your desk chair around slowly to look at him and stand up to see him. Heâs got his messy curls shoved into his cap, an old tshirt on and his pajama bottoms hung loose around his waist, boxers barely peeking above.
You crack a small smile, âYeah, itâs just a lot today.â You can feel your anxiety creeping up again for the second time today.
He pushed off the door frame and walks over to hang his body loose over you to hold you close.
He looks up at your laptop and reaches over to close it. âFrankie, I-â
He cups your face and puts his thumb over your lips.
âJust take a second here with me.â
He smiles and his warm breath on your face feels like fresh air. You nod and rest your head on his chest, hearing his rise and fall of his breathing. You realize then, youâd take this moment and keep it close to you so you can remember whenever youâre feeling anxious.
I feel like Oscar Isaac is the kind of guy where if you say something in a noisy group of people and no one notices, he gives you a little wink to let you know you didnât go completely unheard
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