Lush
Pairing: Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader
Word count: 4.5k
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors this is not the fic for you)
Warnings: accidentally sending a friend request to your hot neighbor but oh no itâs from your sex toy app, taking some liberties with the sex toy OKAY, you donât have to tell me how bluetooth works Iâm ignoring it for the purpose of the fic, squirting, voyeurism, unprotected sex (this is fictional wrap it up irl), pussy drunk Morales, oral (f receiving), fingering, infidelity (but not our babies they could never)
Summary: You buy a sex toy and accidentally send a request to your hot neighbor to join in.
A/N: Donât blame me. Blame @daddydindjarin. Just kidding. Donât blame her. Give her kisses because I was inspired for the first time in a while. Also kisses to @lowlights for being my beta on this because I was so scared of this being shite. And if it isâyou shut your whore mouth. Respectfully. Kidding, weâre all whores here. Also, this is loosely based on the Lush 3 toy by Lovense!
Masterlist:
The pads of your fingers slide roughly on the cardboard of your thankfully discreet package. What should have brought a shiver down your spine and warmth in your core brings you conflicting feelings instead.
It was meant to spice up your relationship when your partner got the call of their dream promotion. You supported the move completely and tried to make it work to the best of your ability.However, your partner had other plans and jumped on the first opportunity to cheat on you.
So here you are, single and with a sex toy that serves as a reminder of your failed relationship.
You sigh with a resignation that youâre going to be alone forever while opening your apartment door, until youâre brought back to the present with a little girlâs giggle.
Not just any giggleâhis daughterâs giggle.
With his juxtaposition of hard and soft edges and even softerâthough a little sad sometimes- chocolate brown eyes.
You hear your name echo down the hall and the pitter patter of shoes hitting the ancient carpet. You hold the package a little closer to your chest and smile at the little girl running towards you. Your knees pop when you bend down to her level.
âWell, hello to you honey bee.â
She beams with her matching dimple to her fatherâs at the nickname you gave her a while ago. In the way honeybees bring life to the flowers, she brings the same to everyone around her.
âWeâre baking cookies.â She explains with a jump in her step.
âOh yeah?â You smile and your heart jumps when you look up to Frankie walking from further down the hall towards you.
âYeah, but we have to do it before your mom gets here so we have to get started.â
He opens his door and she takes no time bursting through, elated to eat sugary treats.
Youâre frozen at your doorway taking in the sheen of sweat that pools from his neck down into his t-shirt. No doubt from running circles around his daughter at the park.
He lingers now that youâre both alone and waves at you with a lopsided smile, but youâre too focused on the fact that he is sucking on a hard candy, your eyes too honed in on the way his tongue pokes into his cheeks when he switches sides.
Before you get the chance to ask him out or humiliatingly go onto your knees and show him just how good you can suc-
His apartment door is already closing, with him on the other side.
Youâre in trouble.
One batch of chocolate chip cookies later and way too many wet wipes on his daughterâsâwell everywhere, Frankie considers turning in for the night. He plops on his couch until the game setup he bought for the guyâs night tomorrow stares at him.
They take turns hosting, sticking together after coming back from Columbia and providing support when needed. It was better than dabbling into anything illegal, especially with his drug history.
He rubs his thighs and gets up with a groan. Every bone in his body cracks, reminding him heâs not as young anymore. Sounding and looking more like his father everyday.
The mirror staring back at him with all his greys that are more pronounced since coming back. He wonders if youâd like that.
One hour later, in part because of his refusal to look at directions, he has the PlayStation and surround sound system set up. He grabs the wireless headphones and his phone to check if theyâre paired when he sees a notification pop up on his phone.
LazyDaisy32 has sent you a request to connect.
He has no idea what that is so he Googles it. A quick scan of the search results makes the blood rush from his head and straight to his cock.
You stare at the package that is currently sitting on your kitchen counter and finally decide to open it.
At least thereâs a solo setting and you can fantasize about your cute neighbor.
You play around with the app and adjust any levels to your preference, arousal pooling in your underwear in anticipation of later. You tap on the long distance tab, but donât focus too long until you toss it on the couch. Dinner first, then exploring your new toy.
Completely oblivious to a certain username that you sent a request to join when tossing it.
Waiting for Frankie to accept your request.
He knows exactly what this is, pulling it from the deepest part of his memory when his ex-wife and he were still together. They thought something like this would help rekindle their romance, but no amount of toys could fix their broken marriage.
He stares wide-eyed at the request, unable to bring himself to do anything.
It couldnât be?
Right?
He knows it isnât 86 year old Mrs. Munchez next door because he just helped her son move her stuff into his house.
Which leaves only one person. His cock twitches to life with the barrage of images that flash through his mind. You spread out on your bed, his photographic memory aiding him when he helped set up that very bed when you first moved in.
The daisy sheets.
The toy circling around your clit in slow motions to allow the slick to flow from your entrance, your bottom lip pinched between your teeth to keep yourself quiet.
He wouldnât let you.
His cock is already fully hard by the time he starts imagining all your moans and pleas to touch you already.
He throws his phone on his bed and resigns himself to a cold shower that doesnât work, ultimately taking himself in hand and stroking himself to relieve the tension thatâs built up.
He breathes heavily, finally giving into his fantasies about his cute neighbor, and the back of his head hits the tile when ropes of come disappear into the bottom of the tub.
He quickly cleans himself up and gets ready for bed, leaving the request in the inbox when he falls asleep.
He does a really good job of ignoring the pending alerts the first few times, but time and time again it shows up and itâs killing him at this point.
Itâs made even harder when he sees you. Whether heâs helping you carry your groceries to your place or waving at him from your balcony. He over analyzes every interaction now because of that damn app, studying every downturn of your lips or the wrinkle between your brows when you come home from work at the same time.
Did you really mean to send it to him? Or did you realize your mistake and choose not to face the elephant in the room? The idea that you're ignoring it to save face makes him feel worse than you acknowledging it ever could.
Asking you out would be thrown out the window at this point and dodging every future interaction makes his stomach twist in knots just thinking about it.
He almost loses resolve one morning when you close your eyes to let the sunâs rays warm your face, his cock springing to life again of the vision of you on your back, eyes closed and enjoying how heâs making you feel.
Heâd make you feel good, he thinks.
Never one to take pleasure without giving. At least one thing his ex-wife couldnât complain about. He wants to make you feel as good as you deserve. He aches with the need.
Itâs then that his fantasies break him down and he accepts the request. He throws his phone on his counter thinking that somehow he could forget what he just did.
On the contrary, it made it so much worse.Â
He couldnât resist the temptation any longer one night when he saw the reminder pop up again.
He sits on the couch, thighs spread wide staring at the blue light, and watching the toy work its magic. He could see every wave of pleasure that went through you, what level you were on at that exact moment even through the thin walls.
Just one touch and he could make you feel so good.
You huff at your inability to get off and toss your phone on the bed. You were overthinking it, but you desperately wanted to feel that release.
You want to forget about the day and only focus on your pleasure, but what usually makes you come isnât working. And youâre about to call it a night until thereâs a steady pulse thrumming through you, slowly working its way up in intensity.
You grasp the sheets in your hands and your thighs start to open wide of their own accord, chasing the pleasure that is starting to shoot through you with every needy thrust. Your arousal begins to pool onto the sheets below you, your cunt clenching around the toy and you finally feel the rumble of an orgasm starting to build.Â
You should stop this. You donât know who this anonymous person is, but your thighs start to burn at the possibility of it being Frankie.
Youâre hurtling towards the edge of what might be the best orgasm youâve had in years when the toy goes down in intensity, a steady thrumming replacing it.
âFuck-wait.â You whine to no one.
You slam your fists on your sheets, your tits bouncing from the heaving of your chest as your clit throbs from the denial of your orgasm.
The toy vibrates against your bud but low enough that youâre kept on the precipice without any reprieve.
Frankie, whoever it is, is a tease.
Youâre brought to the edge only for it to dip down a gentle hum again and again, your sheets surely ruined from how wet you are, skin glistening with sweat and godâyou should have laid down a towel.
Itâs embarrassing how quick heâthey bring you back to that point where your toes start to curl, your cunt fluttering with every vibration and pressure on your g-spot to bring you to bliss.
âPlease, please please.â You keen.
Your orgasm slams into you like a freight train, the force of it almost making the toy slip out of you as white hot pleasure forms behind your eyes, crying through the waves of pleasure coursing through your veins until your voice gives out.
It starts to hinge right on overstimulation and you breathe a sigh of relief when it slows down from a purr to nothing.
Youâre reminded of your lack of towel when you move to get off the bed, the cool moisture making you cringe. Youâre definitely going to have to wash your sheets.
Your thighs shake as you gather up your sheets to put in the wash, daydreaming about that neighbor of yours as you pour the laundry detergent into the machine.
The sun billows through his curtains and he turns onto his other side to fall back asleep, too tired from staying up late to hopefully have accomplished in making you come and then taking himself in hand when he denied himself as much as he could. Guilt pouring in tenfold at overstepping boundaries afterwards.
He finally relents and leaves the warmth of his bed in lieu of making a hot cup of coffee to combat the cool air.
The spring air delicately kisses his face when he pulls his slide door open with his cup of joe when he sees you already out on yours, your attention being directed towards him when you hear the pull of the door. He freezes for a second, but your smile instantly relaxes him.
âGood morning!â You grin.
Thereâs a glow to you this morning, any tension you were carrying the day before is gone and his chest puffs in pride at the realization that he may have had a role in that.
Fuck, heâs hooked.
âMorninâ. You look like you slept well.â He tests the waters.
You beam at him like youâre both in on some secret and he gets flustered that you might have discovered that it was him, but relief washes over him when you donât look angry.
âSlept like a baby.â
"Oh yeah?" He darkly chuckles, his arousal pulling him to the railing of his balcony to be closer and preens when you mirror his steps.
"Yeah, woke up pleasantly sore actually." You breathily answer.
"Workout or something like that?"
"Something like that." He gapes at the wink thrown at him before you walk inside your apartment, but there's no way he's imagining the extra sway in your hips.
Guilt gets the best of him and he ignores it for a little bit much to your dismay, not that he would know.
You couldnât stop thinking about it. How good you felt and how good you slept after cleaning yourself in the shower. It was the best sleep youâve had in a long time actually, but the only thing that was missing was Frankie.
You shake your head to clear that train of thought, but he was the one you thought of late at night. Not even for a sexual reasonâokay yes that too. But just being surrounded by him, his soft belly shaping against your body like it was made for you.
You didnât mind your secret toy admirer and after a process of elimination youâre almost sure itâs Frankie. The longest control range is 30 feet and you live in a quiet elderly building. You're confident they don't have the app or even know how to use bluetooth.
Just not sure enough to put it out in the universe and be wrong.
A week later you both walk towards your respective apartments and you look exhausted. A bottle of wine in hand and some Thai takeout miraculously balanced in your other hand, he decides right there and then if that toy comes up heâs going to make you boneless.
One glass of wine laterâor two. Youâre feeling more relaxed, the tension from work rinsing off with your shower.
You throw a t-shirt on to get ready for bed and glance at your nightstand drawer.
It couldnât hurt right?
Your cunt clenches around nothing.
You shiver and pull the toy out, excitement and arousal shooting up your spine in anticipation.
You hop on your bed and throw your t-shirt off, rolling your nipples between your index fingers and thumbs until they peak at attention. You shimmy a pillow under your hips and insert the toy, working yourself up slowly.
It doesnât take long for the toy to change up its rhythm and your soft moan billows through the otherwise silent room.
Relief floods through you at not having to think after such a long day of making decisions and you get to just enjoy the moment. Your body sinks into your plush sheets, a purr crawling its way up your throat and the pads of your fingers slide up your bare thighs, tracing the steps of how Frankie would touch you.
Youâre deep into your fantasy of him and reality starts to blur, moans spilling out where you would normally try to stay quiet. You gasp when the toy hits just right and your inner walls flutter around it.
âOh go-Frankie.â
He tosses his phone on his coffee table like a kid caught red-handed in the cookie jar and throws his hands up until he realizes youâre not in his living room. He hears his name again through the thin walls and he jumps to action, almost forgetting to grab his phone from the table in the scuffle.
Either something is really wrong or you found out it was him and heâs really in for it now, but when you call his name again outside of your apartment doorâhe has to be sure.
You forgot to lock your front door, but with how your day went it wasnât on your list of priorities. Before you get the chance to take in that your door opened it slams just as quickly.
The layout of both your apartments are the same so he gets a front and center view of you all spread out and your core glistening in the golden hour light that he just freezes. You look surprised but the prettiest moan comes out making him realize he hadnât turned off the toy from the app during the rush to your apartment.
He reaches into his back pocket to pull up the app, turning it off right when you were on the crescendo of a bone-tingling orgasm only for it to be ripped from you.
You whine and grasp the sheets between your fingers while your clit throbs from its robbed attention. You squeeze your thighs on instinct and Frankie interprets that as his cue to leave in his embarrassment, but you say his name with such reverence that he stays planted in front of your bedroom waiting with bated breath what your next move is.
Heâs surprised when you smile with all softness behind it and he canât help but match it, no matter how flustered he feels.
âSo it was you.â
Heat floods from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and heâs about to go on his knees to apologize until he notices the tinge of playfulness in your voice and the way you arch your brow at him.
You donât let him hang onto his humiliation for too long, giving him some reprieve by curling your finger and motioning him to your room when he embarrassingly nods.
âWell thatâs a relief. Iâm supposed to help Rodger down the hall with his computer and 70 is just a little too old for me.â You chuckle.
âRodger wishes.â He huffs and you snort at his retort as every pusle thrumming through your cunt collides with every step Frankie takes on the hardwood.
âNo, really. Have you seen you?â He exasperates.
âWhy donât you tell me?â You grab his hand to pull him on top of you and he sits on the bed watching you with awe.
âHow âbout I show you? If youâll let me? Then we can talk about all of this because Iâve been trying to find the guts to ask you out since you moved in.â He strokes your thighs in mindless circles and a shiver goes through you.
It was on the tip of your tongue that he basically skipped all of that when he helped get you off, but you nod.
âI love the enthusiasm, but Iâm gonna need to hear you say it.â He teases with a kiss on your calf, looking at you with all the mirth behind it.
âYes plea-fuck me Frankie.â Your cunt clamps around the toy as he walks towards you, his once beautiful brown eyes now blown out with lust as he hovers at the foot of your bed.
He shushes your pleas and towers over you, taking his time to admire your features now that he has permission to. He doesnât crash his lips against yours like you expected he would much to your chagrin.
His nose bumps yours and you chase his lips when he pulls away from you with a smirk. He darkly chuckles as he peppers your face with kisses everywhere except where you crave him.
âIâve been imagining every pretty noise youâd make for me so forgive me for wanting to take my time with you.â He explains with a lower octave than youâve heard come out of those plush lips.
You lock your leg around his lower waist and pull him down to you, all restraint thrown out the window and kiss him. Holding onto him like the ground below you was going to implode if you let go. He groans when your bare core rubs against his bulge, your wetness already seeping through the fabric.
You involuntarily gasp when he bumps the head of his cock against your clit and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, deepening the kiss until youâre dizzy and leaking down your inner thighs.
He pulls away from your swollen lips and smirks before he trails open mouthed kisses down your neck to your collarbone, licking the salt of your sweat on the way to your core.
The hairs of his moustache tickle against your breast when he laps at your nipple, suckling around the peak until it stands at attention, releasing it with a pop when it is thoroughly wet from his saliva. He gives equal attention to your other breast with his mouth, groaning when his calloused thumb and forefinger roll your spit-saturated nipple between his fingers.
Once youâre all perked and glistening for him, he makes his way down to where youâre aching for him, peppering kisses and licking the beads of sweat that form.
He bruisingly grips your thighs and tugs you lower on the bed so he can kneel comfortably on the carpet. You breathily whimper when he nips your inner thigh, lapping the sting away with his tongue. He presses his face against your mound and inhales deeply like a worshiper to an altar.
He opens your legs wider and the heel of your feet dig into his back to encourage him to make a move and he could never deny you.
He kitten licks your clit until more arousal pools from your entrance, swirling his tongue around your bud when your thighs twitch around his face.
âN-n-not gonna last long, Frankie.â You moan.
His eyes meet yours from above your mound and you donât have to see his mouth to know he has a shit-eating grin when he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and sucks hard.
Your inner walls clamp around nothing until he fills it with one, then two fingers, curling them in a come hither motion until you embarrassingly fall apart quickly underneath him and his lips part as your face pinches in pleasure because of him.
Your chest heaves as your orgasm fades to a rhythmic pulsing and when Frankie kisses up to your eye-level youâre about to apologize because oh my god, itâs all over his chin-
âThat was so much better than what I imagined, baby. Good girl. Fuck, you soaked me.â
He slams a bruising kiss against your lips and you open wide for him to push your come into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You toy with the hem of his shirt and he takes the hint, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere in your room.
He hastily unbuckles his belt and you swat at his hands to take off his pants and boxers, the whisper of his zipper unfastening and your collective heavy pants filling the room.
Holy shit.
How are you going to fit that inside you?
His cocks spring out of his boxers, the head beading with pre-come and twitching the longer you gape at it.
âIf youâre not ready-â
âDonât you dare finish that sentence.â You grab his shoulders and pull him on top of you, locking your legs around his waist. He takes his damn time thrusting his cock between your folds until itâs soaked in your arousal and come.
âReady?â He presses a chaste kiss on your lips when you nod and bites your shoulder as he breaches your entrance inch by inch.
You both groan at how tight you feel around him and he thrusts in short bursts until heâs buried to the hilt to not hurt you. Gone is the rush of the moment, soft touches and praises of how long the two of you have waited for this filling it.
âFrankie?â You eventually tap your foot on his ass when he doesnât move, a muffled grunt releases from on your neck as he breathes you in.
âMove, baby.â
He lifts his head up to look into your eyes and devastatingly smirks. âYes, maâam.â
His first thrust devastates you, a sob ripping out of your throat when he continues to hone in on that spot that makes your walls clamp around him.
You whimper and bury your fingers into his unruly curls, the tinge of pain from you gripping on his strands prompting him to thrust at a bruising pace. He kisses your lips and sucks your bottom lip between his teeth before he brings his hand between your bodies to circle around your clit.
âPlease come, âm not gonna last.â
The slow circles on your bud has your cunt seizing around him with stars forming behind your eyes as your thighs tremble with the intensity of his hips. It edges on overstimulation, but you want him to feel as good as he made you feel.
âInside, Frankie. Makinâ me feel so good baby.â You coo and slide the pads of your fingers up and down his back.
He whimpers into your ear as you pinch his earlobe between your teeth, releasing a breathy moan as his balls pull up and ropes of his cum spill inside of you, leaking onto the mattress below you.
You gently thrust up into him to prolong his climax until he begins to soften inside of you, the two of you whispering praises to each other.
You wince from the emptiness as he pulls out of you, a kiss being delivered to your forehead in apology, and you admire his barely there ass as he walks to your bathroom. You hear water running as you stretch your muscles, feeling sated and pleasantly sore.
Frankie emerges from the bathroom with a damp washcloth that he uses to clean up the mess, kissing your ankle when you hiss from the overstimulation as he gently rubs through your folds.
He tosses the washcloth on your nightstand and laughter fills the silent room when he plops next to you, pulling you in closer and tangling your legs together. He strokes the back of his fingers on your cheekbone and nudges his nose against yours, pressing light kisses on your cheeks.
âIâd really like to do this again sometime. Maybe some dinner first.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm going to let you leave this bed now that I know how good I have it?â You smirk and coax him back in by wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck.
Like hell you are going to leave this spot.
