Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Angst. Sadness.
Author’s Note: I understand if you block me for just whatever the FUCK this is.
“Come on, stick with me here, guys.”
He feels Pope’s presence matching his own gait, the solid, “I’m with you, Benny,” filling his head with everything he’s wanted to hear for all this time.
He schools his face, stoic and straight forward. He doesn’t want to betray his thoughts, not here. Not before a fight. Not to Pope. Not again but his insistence is a plague, crumbling the walls he’s built in order to take a punch and give it without breaking.
“But are you with me?” He surges forward, a half whispered, “Are you with me?”
Summary: Tinder hasn’t exactly worked the way you’d hoped but when. you find the man you’ve had an eye on for a while, you wonder if your luck might be changing.
Warnings: Bi!Reader (and implied, if squint really hard, bi!Benny), age gap (not specified but I imagined reader to be late 20s/very early 30s), drinking, mentions of sex (nothing graphic). Think that’s it?
Pairing: Frankie x GN!Reader
Word Count: 8.7k (…I honestly don’t know how, I’m so sorry)
“You can do better.”
A squeak of surprise escaped your lips as Benny’s amused voice cut through the stillness of his living room. You’d been killing time, swiping through Tinder under the impression that you were alone, as you waited for him to finish getting ready and hadn’t heard him emerge from his room. The moment he made his presence known, you fumbled to lock your phone and hastily tossed it onto the cushion beside you. When it bounced to the floor with a thump, you winced before turning in the direction of your best friend.
“Benny, hi,” you greeted, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt when he grinned at you. “That was quick. You ready to go?”
Warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of depression and anxiety.
A/N: i just open my broken heart i write this, cause this is my life everyday
Falling in the rain but nobody's there, that deep hole inside won't disappear, i've trying for seven year but he always win, everyday is a battle against the fear of "what they say to me" and when the night finally comes is a deep breath of "you did it, you survive" enjoy the night, breath, is your favorite moment, take your time, but then is 3 am, and i turn off the lights, and is full dark, my mind don't want to sleep, my mind still up, thinking about tomorrow, do it all again, have that fear again, don't feel comfortable in my own place, my own home.
maybe this is not my place anymore, i need to find a new one "don't be stupid, where are we going?" my mind says, "shut up" i say.
I take my headphones. It is time to go to that place in my mind where things are possible, that place who I consider toxic but good at the same time, that place that takes me away from reality.
that place is not help for me, not help for my anxiety for my depression, is take me down step by step, is beautiful is kind to me, says "everything here is for you" but at the same time says "when you realize this is just fantasy you're gonna to wish to be dead" but is ok... just for a moment, i need it.
"remember that fanfic you read?"
"yes"
"you want to go there?"
"please"
it feels like home, sometimes it is a house, sometimes it is the woods or a cafe, depending on what i read today, it feels real, i can touch him, he can touch me, "its ok my love, you're safe here" who is he? frankie? "yes, you read about me today, you have me today" he was soft, that's what i need.
"you're soft"
"not rough today?"
"no…"
How many times have I done this?, how many times this same situation, scenario, this was killing me, this is not real, and it's okay for some people to escape, then they went back to their normal life as if nothing, well that didn't happen to me, it was devastating to come back to reality, I didn't want to.
"i wanted to scream today"
"i know"
"but i didn't"
"you should"
"i can't"
"yes you can"
"it doesn't come out, is inside "
"i wanted to... kill myself"
"no angel, that's not the way"
"i don't have other way"
his arms feel so real around me, it's feel like those hugs you need in real life but nobody's there to give to you.
"i tried to make friends today on internet"
"something?"
"no answer"
"your body feels light, and everything here is blurred, i think your a re falling asleep love"
"i don't want to" i tried to hold on
"you need to rest, you have a new day tomorrow"
"what if i do something tomorrow, something that I've been planning for so long and i never see you again"
"i know you won't... i believe in you"
my body falls i stop feeling his arms around me, i stop listening to the music, everything is dark, and just in one second i open my eyes, 9 am, another day just come, and i just have to resist, resist till the night again, resist so i can see him again.
It was hard moving through your day like this, not being able to see the one person you cared for the most; living together but only seeing glimpses of each other throughout the past two weeks. After so many months of dating and now living in the same home, being apart wasn’t easy for you and Frankie. It just wasn’t… normal. Ever since you met, you loved spending time with each other, it was your love language. Whether you were taking a bike ride together or simply reading books beside the other on your living room couch, you always spent time together.
Between Frankie’s boss making him stay late, and your reports demanding you come in early, there wasn’t much either of you could do. By the time Frankie got home, you were already asleep in bed. Sure, he’d cuddle you, but it’s not like you’d remember. The only time he got with you was when you were asleep and you, well, you didn’t really get any time with him at all. You’d spent the past two weeks eating your evening meals alone, making sure to put a plate aside for Frankie to find when he’d get home. Your favorite TV show came on every Wednesday night, the unseen episodes beginning to pile up. He’d sent you messages on his break, and you’d respond on yours, but even your lunch breaks weren’t at the same time.
All in all, it was just frustrating. You missed him, he missed you, but thankfully, that was all about to change. It’s a Friday, and the last day Frankie has to stay late. Last weekend, Frankie worked overtime again, but this time around he has the entire weekend off. And just like always, Frankie planned ahead.
“You got ready pretty quick tonight.” He smiles, taking a drink from his glass.
You shrug with a happy smirk, staring into those beautifully rich brown eyes. “I wanted to see you.”
The last time you’d been to this restaurant was about four months ago. It’s one of your favorites, a Mexican place a few blocks away. They have the best margaritas you’d ever tasted, the crunchiest flautas, and the most comfortable atmosphere. The dining area is lit dimly with an orange hue, with soft music playing in the background. It was comfortable and quiet, everyone enjoying their meals in peace with pleasant conversations and laughs. You’re sat in a booth toward the back, right beside a window that allows you to watch the sun as it sets.
“I know,” he grins. “I missed you a lot these past couple weeks.”
Frankie’s happy smile turns a bit sad, chewing on the corner of his lip as he glances down. You furrow your brow at this, reaching out for his hand.
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he looks up at you from beneath his brow, his darker curls poking out from beneath his hat. “I’m proud of you for how hard you work.”
Usually, you’d each ask how your jobs were going, how much work you’d been doing and any complaints you’d had. But right now, neither of you wanted to think about work, at least, that’s what Frankie thought. About halfway into your meal, you mention to him that your office had hired a new intern, a younger man named Christian.
“He’s so funny,” you explain, grinning to yourself. “He tries to help me with my expense reports, but I swear he just messes them up more just so he can stay in my office longer.”
Frankie eyes you at this. “Why would he want to stay in your office longer?”
“Well, I mean, we’re the two youngest workers in the company.” you shrug, sticking your fork into some food. “Just makes sense, I guess.”
Upon listening to you further, Frankie finds out that this new intern often goes to the gym, and has invited you many times over the past two weeks. He’s not exactly sure how to feel about this kid staying in your office, but he knows for damn sure he doesn’t like the possibility of him seeing you in your sports bra.
“Did you go?”
“No, I didn’t have the time to go these past couple weeks.” you respond, taking another sip of your drink. “He usually goes in the mornings and I get to the office before him, the times just didn’t work out.”
“But if they did?” Frankie immediately asks.
“What?”
“If the times did line up, would you have gone?”
“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. I do need to get back in the gym.”
“Why don’t we go together?” he says, the sentence coming out a bit mumbled as he frowns.
“Frankie,” you giggle. “I don’t really see you as the workout type.”
You didn’t mean for it to be offensive, but to Frankie, it definitely does. He continues to listen to your seemingly endless stories about Christian, from eating lunch in your office together to him bringing you coffee and donuts in the morning. How do you not see the obvious interest this kid has in you? Do you like the attention he’s giving you? No, surely not, Frankie knows you wouldn't entertain someone else; not when you have him.
After a while, you notice how quiet Frankie’s become, and you wonder why. It’s your first night out together in what’s been weeks of nearly zero contact, he should be happy. You give him a look, raising a brow in silent question, but he averts your gaze and looks down at his food. Obviously, you want to ask him what’s wrong but you also want to enjoy the night, not make it worse. So, you decide to avoid it altogether and ask him about how he’s been, but it doesn’t seem like Frankie wants to talk.
“Are you okay, babe?” you finally give in, knowing the night won’t be fun at all if Frankie is upset.
“I’m fine,” he snaps, catching you off guard. He quickly flags down a waiter and asks for the check.
It’s concerning to you how quickly he ended the date, as well as how quickly he’d snapped at you before leaving. The drive home is mostly silent, Frankie’s internal monologue getting the better of him.
She could find someone so much better than me, younger than me, and she did it. She fucking did it.
“Frankie?”
He doesn’t even stop to listen to you, he just goes inside. You follow him in, of course, worry now consuming you. Did you say something wrong? Tonight was supposed to be fun, just the two of you spending time together. What went wrong?
Before you can stop him he’s walking down the hall and into your bedroom. You sigh, hanging up your coat and kicking off your shoes, then hanging your purse on one of the hooks. When you look over your shoulder, you expect to see Frankie, but you don’t. Usually when he was mad, he liked to talk it out. Frankie never held his emotions inside, not when the two of you were so close. He felt safe with you, just like you did with him, safe enough to express your innermost feelings. So, why doesn’t he feel that way now?
Your confusion only grows when you hear the shower turn on, eyes narrowing as your emotions reach surface level. Now, you feel annoyed, angered, actually. You always showered together whenever you could. And after not seeing each other for two weeks, why the hell was he showering alone? Immediately, you stomp forward, marching down the hall and into your shared room. The door to your ensuite is closed, but you push it open, regardless.
“Frankie?” you say, walking into the steam-filled room.
Frankie’s clothes are on the floor and the curtain is completely closed. Not only that, but it doesn’t budge when you say his name. With fists now at your sides and your brows furrowed in rage, you reach for the curtain and swing it open.
“What the fuck?!”
“Francisco!” you shout, watching his expression turn shocked. “What the hell is up with you?!”
“Me?! What’s up with you?!”
“Why the fuck have you been acting so weird?!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean being quiet at the restaurant, not talking to me on the drive home, and now showering without me. What the fuck is wrong?!”
Frankie doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you. More so glares at you, actually. You can see the deep breaths he’s taking, can see the thoughts swirling behind those darkened eyes. You genuinely wonder what’s gotten into him tonight; he’s never like this.
“You wanna know?” he finally says, voice deeper and more aggravated than before.
“Yes…” you reply, voice wavering slightly as you back away from him.
He leans down to shut the water off and steps out of the tub, wrapping his towel around his waist and stepping into your bedroom. He uses both hands to run his fingers through the damp locks clinging to the nape of his neck and sides of his head, sighing out with his back turned to you.
“Frankie, what is wrong?”
“I haven’t seen you all week, haven’t seen you for the past two weeks, actually. And the night I finally get you to myself,” he turns to look at you, a look of anger and jealousy on his face. “You talk about some stupid office guy.”
Your jaw drops, eyes going wide. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah I’m fucking serious!” he shouts. “You think I want to hear about some fucking kid sitting in your office all day? Making excuses to come see you and eat lunch with you, asking you out on dates?!”
“He was just asking me to hangout!”
“Yeah, asking the cute girl at the office, who happens to be the same age as him, to see you in your sports bra while doing squats for hours. So innocent.” he scoffs, turning to walk away and get some clean clothes.
“And you’re really going to call him a kid, Frankie?”
“Yeah,” he snaps, looking back at you. “I am!”
“Really? Because he’s my age.” you retort, “So, what? Now I’m a kid? Am I too young for you now?”
Frankie’s heart drops into his stomach. He’s still turned away from you and was rummaging around through his drawer for some boxers when you said it, his hands now going still. Fuck. He didn’t mean it that way. Your age gap was one of the things he liked best about you; how fun and lively you always were and how you brought out the best in him that way. Fuck, fuck.
“Baby, I -”
He turns around, intending to apologize and make things right. But when he does, he sees you’re already gone. Without even grabbing his clothes, he walks out of the room to find you. He can hear you sniffling, turning the corner to see you huddled up on the couch.
“Babe,”
“Look Frankie,” you start, wiping your nose and standing up. “If my age is a problem, then just say that. I thought you liked it but if you’re calling other people my age kids, then I’m not cool with that. I’ve worked really hard to be where I’m at, and I thought you respected that.”
“I do, I do!” he says, moving toward you with his arms out.
He’s reaching for you, his heart breaking from seeing the look on your face and hearing the words you’ve said. He didn’t mean for tonight to go this way, and he hates himself for it. The first night the two of you have had together in weeks, and it’s completely ruined over his stupid insecurities.
“Baby,” he coos, breathing a little lighter when you allow him to wrap you in a hug. “I’m so sorry.”
One of Frankie’s arms wraps around your back, pulling you into him while his other hand rises to the back of your head. He guides you to the crook of his neck, softly petting your hair. And even though he’s still wet from his shower, you lean against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, pressing a kiss to your head. “I just, I got jealous, alright?”
“Jealous?” you ask, looking up at him. “What? Why?”
“Baby,” he sighs, hand now cupping your face. “I love your age. It’s not something I have to deal with, it’s something I actually really like. You’re so young and beautiful, you’re so much fun and you make me so happy. You bring me out of my shell.”
“Then why…”
“I don’t like the idea of some guy spending time with you, no matter how old he is. I know it’s stupid, and I know it’s childish. But hearing about how he’s brought you breakfast and lunch, how he’s walked you to your car at the end of the day, how he’s invited you out with him, those are things a boyfriend does. Those are things I do.”
Suddenly, it all makes sense. You’d never known Frankie to be an overly jealous man, but you completely understand where he’s coming from. Now that you think about it, if it were the other way around, you’re sure you’d be jealous, too.
“But that’s the thing about it, our difference in age…” he sighs, closing his eyes as he tries to formulate his next words. “You’re so young and pretty, baby. And I’m, well… I don’t do well with aging.”
He huffs out an unamused laugh, and your heart completely breaks. Dread and regret immediately fill your stomach, weighing heavy inside. How does he not know how amazingly handsome he is? How could you have let him feel this way?
“Frankie,” you grab his face with both hands, urging him to look down at you. “Baby, I can’t believe you don’t know how handsome you are.”
You can see him blush a little, giving you a weak smile, but he doesn’t look convinced. Oftentimes, no matter what you told Frankie, he always managed to get into his own. But you shake yours in response; his reaction isn’t enough for you. He needs to know how wonderful he is.
“I’m so sorry I talked about Christian so much. It’s just, I hadn’t been able to talk to you for so long, for two whole weeks. It’s not like I care that much about him, I just haven’t been able to tell you about work at all, and I guess the stories just piled up.”
Frankie can understand that, it actually helps to shed light on the situation. But before he can speak, you continue on.
“Frankie, I don’t think I could ever picture myself with anyone else but you. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, the cutest fucking person I’ve ever seen.”
Now, you see his true smile, his happiness showing through enough for his dimple to be seen. He makes you so happy, he’s always made you happy, and you should make him feel the same. You didn’t realize you’d been neglecting him so, didn’t realize your stories would have made him upset. The incredible weight of guilt remains seated in your stomach; you need to make things right.
“I’ve never met anyone more attentive than you,” you hum, thumbs stroking his face. “More loving than you, more sensual than you…”
That particular word makes Frankie gulp, and you smile when he does it. He loves to hear you talk; you could always formulate your sentences so much better in the moment than him. That is, until you got into bed.
“I love your body, baby…” you murmur, eyes trailing down as your fingers begin to dance atop his skin.
He inhales a shaky breath, tilting his head down and watching as you move. Your hands trail down his face, feeling the scruff along his cheeks, jaw, and chin. And then, your fingertips run across the tawny skin of his neck, the chorded muscles twisting slightly, veins more prominent as he inhales. Finally, your hands land on his chest, where you can feel his muscles constrict and expand below the smooth surface.
With admiration in your eyes, you scan what’s available for you to see, Frankie’s upper half, the portion not covered by his black towel. Frankie’s skin was always so smooth, so soft and warm. The muscles he had beneath held great strength, whether he believed it or not. The sensation of your fingertips sliding down his chest, feeling each and every deep breath, made your own body run hot.
“Will you let me show you, baby?” you coo, prompting his eyes to return to yours. “Will you let me show you how much I love you? How much I love your body?”
As you speak the last sentence, your right hand trails down, cupping him through the towel still wrapped around his hips.
“U - uh,” he suddenly stutters out, body jumping slightly.
You love it when Frankie becomes so easily flustered, watching him stumble over his words, listening to his shaky breaths. It’s interesting, seeing him become so enraged only to turn speechless mere minutes later. He swallows above you once more, blinking dumbly in the moment. He’s not quite sure how the tables turned so quickly, but he’s not exactly fighting against it. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and to see such a wonderful being obsess over his body, over him… it more than stroked his ego.
“C’mere, baby.” you hum, grabbing his hand and walking the two of you back to your bedroom.
He follows you down the hall, turning to walk into your shared bedroom with his fingers still intertwined with yours. And when you turn once again, he finds himself struggling internally. He feels… guilty. He hopes you don’t feel pressured to do this, hopes you don’t believe this is the only way to make him feel better.
“Baby, you don’t have to - ”
“Who said I have to do anything?” you ask with an excited smirk on your lips, fingers now curling into the towel seated at his hips and undoing it with ease.
His next breath is accompanied with a laugh, his heart rate increasing as he watches you move. With your simple, sassy sentence, his worry is washed away, a happy grin now filling his face.
With both hands on his chest, you gently guide him backward towards the bed. When he follows your lead, moving onto his back to lay in the center, you’re finally able to see what you’ve been deprived of most these past two weeks.
“Oh, baby…” you coo, climbing over him on the bed. While staring down at the space between his legs, you remove your shirt, now left only in your shorts and bra.
Frankie sighs out roughly when you do so, eyebrows folding up in the center as he views the plush curve of your breasts just beneath your bra. And he’s completely erect, the length of him already laying over his lower stomach. Fuck, Frankie was thick; it was always exciting to see.
“I’m so sorry about earlier, baby,” your voice is soft and light, eyes focusing on his trembling stomach and thighs. “I didn’t mean to upset you…”
He takes in a breath, moving to sit up and speak, but the sudden sensation of your fist on his cock keeps him down. Frankie’s deep breath is suddenly exhaled with force, feeling your fingers wrap around him. With languid motions you begin pumping your fist up and down, watching as your fist ushers a few drops of precum out.
He hates the anticipation, but loves it entirely at the same time. When you’re like this, you always make him wait, always make him lie back and wait to see what you’ll do. And to be honest, you’re not completely sure just yet. You could suck him off, of course, ride him until he’s cum once, maybe twice. Kiss and lick every inch of his body until he’s begging you for more. And while all of that sounds absolutely delightful, a different thought suddenly pops into your head.
“Frankie?” you ask, watching those doe-brown eyes look up into yours. “I want you to feel good, baby, want you to know how much I love you,”
“I do, baby.” he breathes out with a few short nods. “I know.”
There’s almost nothing you wouldn’t do for this man, no lengths you wouldn’t reach to make him happy. And should know that, needs to know that.
“I’d do anything for you, Frankie.” you continue, your tongue just barely wetting your lower lip before your teeth nibble on the corner.
“Is there anything you want, honey? Anything my sweet baby needs?”
At first, Frankie’s mind draws a blank. But it doesn’t take long for it to return to something he’d heard about not too long ago, something that interested him, but he hadn’t had the chance to ask for just yet. When he finally decides on what he’d like, you can tell just by the look on his face, that all too intrigued, all too fascinated look.
“Tell me, my sweet boy.” you coo, leaning down to kiss Frankie’s beautiful thighs while your fist still holds him in hand. “I can see something’s on your mind.”
“I, I want, um…” He sucks in a deep breath, the air catching in his throat. “E - edge me.” he suddenly spits out, a small grunt leaving his throat when you mouth along his inner thigh.
“Hm?”
“I w - want you to edge me.”
“Yeah?” you smirk, looking up at him as your mouth continues to work over his thighs, over the wide expanse of plush muscle and flesh beneath your fingertips and mouth. “You wanna try something new?”
“Mm-hm,” he whines, and your eyes roll back. Fuck, you love it when he whines. It’s the highest pitched noise you’d ever heard him make. It sounds innocent, sweet…vulnerable.
You trail along his skin, the soft hairs on his legs moving beneath your lips as your tongue licks a wet trail up to his groin. Already, you can hear him moan, leaning slightly up to watch as you inch closer and closer to where he needs you most. With open-mouthed kisses, you worship his lower pelvis, working your way up to his hips, just barely ghosting over his cock before moving back down.
“Where’d you hear about edging, baby?” you wonder aloud, eyes closing gracefully as your mouth slides across his skin, fingers and palm squeezing his erection gently. And then your tongue lays out, slowly sliding back and forth across his balls.
“I, the, the guys,” he huffs out. “Guys were talking about it,”
Your eyes glance up at him as he continues to struggle, most of your face hidden between his thighs. The wiggling motion of your tongue stops, a small punishment for his discontinued speech.
“At work,” he finally forces out.
“Hm,” you happily hum, content with Frankie’s compliance. “Yeah? You want me to play with your cock, Frankie? Make you shake beneath me?”
“Yes, baby,” he nearly cries, hips bucking up slightly against you, the barely-there stimulation not nearly enough. “Please… I - I wanna know how it feels.”
He doesn’t have to beg much for you to give in. Right now, you’ll do anything to make sure this man knows that he’s loved, that his body is loved. That there isn’t a single chance that any other man could even compare.
“Anything for you, Frankie.” you purr, tongue poking out to lay flat along his inner thigh. “I’ll do anything for my baby…”
“Oh,” he gasps, leaning up to watch you lick a stripe up to his scrotum. “Siente tan bien…” (Feels so good…)
Frankie’s hips jerk when your tongue touches his balls, and you giggle at the eager motion. Your fist continues sliding up and down his length while your lips ghost over Frankie’s crotch, his hips, kissing your way further up to his stomach and sides. He whimpers when he feels your teeth dig in, feels your mouth suction onto his skin. It’s no secret that Frankie’s body has softened over the years, that he’s lost the muscle he used to have and has gained weight in return. And while he may hate it, you love it, you love it. You love his body, his gorgeously smooth skin and oh so grabbable thighs. The perfect roundness of his ass and the beautiful dips and curves along his stomach and chest. Frankie’s back has always been so muscular, and it’s like he never even knew. His body is so wonderful, and it kills you inside to know that he’s completely unaware of the pure beauty that he holds.
“Hm…” you hum, laying the side of your face along his pelvis, right beside his erection. You then slide your hand lower, kissing his tip while your palm moves to cup his balls. “My sweet Frankie. You’re being so good, letting me play…”
“Más… por favor, más.” he whispers, but you ignore his quiet plea. (More… please, more)
Slowly, the hand on his scrotum rises, returning to grip him in hand. You give a soft tug, the motion immediately followed with a small moan from your love. Frankie’s precum then trickles down the side, the sweet liquid beginning to drip as soon as your fingers touched his skin.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?” you sigh, tongue laying over his head to lick up his quickly accumulating mess.
It’s always so nice to hear him like this, to hear Frankie whining and begging and fucking pleading for more. He seems so desperate, almost touch-starved. And at this point, he basically is.
“Sí cariño,” he chokes out, swallowing down his next groan. “P – puedas darme más?” (Yes baby, c – can you give me more?)
“Mm-mm,” you tut, slightly shaking your head. “Not yet, sweetie.”
“Ugh,” he responds frustratingly, dropping his head back. “Please, baby. Please.”
“Qué quieres, mi amor?” (what do you want, my love?)
“Pon tu boca sobre mi,” he begs, watching you with intent. “Necesito sentir tu boca sobre mi, cariño.” (Put your mouth on me, I need to feel your mouth on me, baby)
Usually, you’d make him wait, make him beg just a little more, but today isn’t most days. So, you lift yourself from his naked lap, head rising just enough for your lips to wrap around his tip.
“O - oh, oh…” Frankie stutters, jaw dropping as he watches your mouth sink down onto him. “Extrañaba mucho esto, eres tan buena eso…” (I missed this so much, you’re so good at it…)
With a playful hum, you continue further down, swirling your tongue around his shaft once he bottoms out in your throat. Frankie’s eyes roll back before closing, head dropping back down to his pillow. Both of your lover’s strong hands grip the sheets on either side of his hips, doing his best to steady his breaths. But with every motion of your mouth, he finds his breath leaving his lungs, now gasping for air as you begin to pick up your pace. Your left hand cradles his scrotum, tongue running along his shaft as you repeatedly lift and lower yourself over his crotch.
“Holy f - fuck,” he moans, feeling your tongue apply pressure to his frenulum, lifting yourself to lightly flick the vein before going back down.
He likes to blame it on not enjoying you sexually for more than two weeks, him cumming so quick. But in reality, he always came quick. You had an incredible way with your mouth, the heated wetness of it unlike anyone else who’s ever pleasured him before. It was overwhelming in the best way, the amount of passion you displayed for him. He’s also never had someone swallow his entire load like you; with previous lovers, it’d always spill out the sides or they’d simply give up and jerk him off. But you, you took it all.
It feels like he’s floating in space for a moment, momentarily weightless before crashing back down. It punches through his chest, fingers digging into the bedsheets and hips bucking up into your mouth. You remove your hand from his scrotum as he cums, both coming to rest atop his shapely thighs. You sink down onto him as far as you can, ushering his spend directly into the back of your throat. It’s so thick, so hot, the amount of it honestly surprising to you. But you don’t stop the motions of your mouth entirely, sucking lightly on his throbbing erection so not a single drop is lost.
“Oh, oh…” he gasps out, the sounds followed by another noise, one mixed between a groan and a whine.
His chest heaves, back arches, eyes pinched shut and jaw locked. His lips eventually part, though, sighing out in awe as he begins to cum down. And you’ve learned over the years that Frankie became quite sensitive after he came, so you do your best to read his body’s signals, loosening the hold your mouth has on him until you remove yourself completely. But, you keep some of his cum in your mouth, feeling playful as your tongue tastes his sticky spend.
You lean back a bit, admiring your work as you eye his cleaned cock, wet only from your saliva. He shakes beneath you when your nails rake over the skin of his thighs, toes flexing as the euphoria in his veins begins to dwindle. And then, he releases a sound so loud and shrill, it almost makes you jump. It’s in reaction to what he sees and feels, watching you purse your lips and drip his cum onto his pelvis and lower stomach.
“Baby, fuck,” he grunts, jaw dropping entirely when you swoop down to lick it up. “I, I didn’t think I’d cum that quick.” Again, a lie.
“Oh, baby,” you hum, kissing his skin and rubbing your lips into his spend. “I don’t mind, I actually like when you do this…”
“Why’re you making a mess?” He quietly teases, lips curling into an open-mouthed smirk.
You shrug, giggling girlishly. “I like to clean it up.”
His chest rises and falls heavily as he watches you clean all of it off him, your hot tongue running across his skin. He moans when he sees you kiss him again, lips dipping directly into the thick, white pool before slurping it inside. And as he continues to watch, he notices something.
“Amor…” he sighs, shuffling up on the bed to return his gaze to you. “Me pones marcas.” (Love, you put marks on me…)
With a soft pop, you lift yourself from him, kissing the tip before glancing down at Frankie’s tensing thighs. You can see them, a few scattered along the insides of his gorgeous legs, one closer to his pelvis, too.
“Do you like when I mark you, Frankie?” you coo, fingertips gently touching the sloppy discolorations. “Like having bruises that show everyone you’re mine?”
Immediately, he changes his look. He knows he’s yours, but the way you say it makes him think about the fact that you’re also his. It also makes him think that maybe you could use a few bruises to show off, too.
In one quick motion, he sits up, retracting his hips from beneath you. He then leans forward, right hand reaching out to grab your jaw and pull you up toward him. You stumble forward, taken completely off guard.
“Fra - ” you’re quieted by his mouth while his other hand wraps around your back, hauling you up and onto his lap.
Not entirely satisfied, he rolls you over, so now you’re the one on your back. You’re allowed a breath once his lips leave, immediately diving down to your neck.
“Frankie, baby.” it comes out as a gasp, both of your hands grasping onto his shoulders and neck.
He’s not gentle, not in the slightest. His teeth dig into your neck, lips attaching and sucking harshly on your skin. He holds himself up on his left forearm, his right hand lowering to your thigh and urging you to wrap your legs around him.
“Baby,” you giggle again, “What’re you doing?”
Frankie finally lifts himself, heaving breaths panting from his mouth. The hand on your leg leaves once you catch onto his cue, wrapping both around his waist. To your surprise, he finds your neck, squeezing it gently.
“I think you need some marks of your own.” he declares lowly, grinning when you gasp. “Marks that stupid fucking Christian will see.”
“Yeah?” you smirk, only teasing a bit.
“Yeah.” he nearly growls, mouth suctioning onto the curve of your jaw. “And then, I’m gonna fuck you.” he explains, shifting his weight onto his knees so both of his hands can begin undressing you.
Frankie’s jealousy rarely came out, but his dominance on the other hand, was a regular occurrence. Seeing them mix together in a moment as intense as this was incredibly exciting, your entire body feeling the effects of the euphoria flowing through it.
His hands wiggle between your back and the bed, undoing your bra and sliding it down your arms before tossing it aside. He then moves to your shorts, grinning at your eagerness when you lift your hips for him. In one smooth swipe, both your shorts and panties are sliding down your legs, joining your bra at the end of the bed.
“Baby, you want me to fuck you?” he asks, rubbing his quickly re-hardening length against your now bare sex.
“Yeah, Frankie.” now you’re the one who’s whimpering and whining, hands holding his neck with one sliding up into his feathery hair. “Please,”
“Oh, you’re so good,” He grumbles, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck. “My good girl, always doing so much for me. Always so eager to please.”
“Mhm,” you whimper, shifting your hips up to match his steady grinds.
“You’re so good at sucking my cock, you know that?” His voice is rough, his breaths ragged and humid against your neck. “Such a talented fucking mouth.”
He then lifts himself, staring down into your beautiful eyes. While keeping your gaze, his right hand lowers to his cock, positioning himself between your legs. When his eyes flicker to the right just a pinch, he grins, giving you a small nod.
“You gonna be good and show those off for me?”
You don’t have to see them to know what he’s talking about; from the force of his teeth and lips you already know there will be bruises to show. So, you nod, heart fluttering in your chest as its pace matches that of a small bird.
“Good…” he returns lowly, lips parting as he breaches your entrance.
“Oh,” you moan, “Baby, I like that… feels so good…”
A high whine escapes your throat when he bottoms out inside, core fluttering upon hearing his contented groan. His eyes close in pleasure, slowly beginning to readjust. You let him move you, let his large hands find your thighs.
“Frankie…” you whisper, looking down to watch.
“Shh…” he coos, bending your legs and lifting your knees to your chest.
It’s slow - he likes it slow. Likes watching you bend and stretch for him because he knows you can do it. He knows you can.
“Yeah…” he roughly sighs, palms now beneath your thighs as he holds you in place.
Your lips separate, eyes glued to the space where you connect. And then, he leans down, slowly beginning to move. Unlike before, his breaths are now steady and controlled, even and deep, the feeling of you completely intoxicating and forcing him to calm himself down. He fucks you steadily, repeatedly plunging inside. And both of you watch, his weight slowly but surely shifting entirely to his palms as he keeps you bent in half.
“Fuck, Frankie,” you whine and gasp for him, feeling completely controlled by his wants.
You’re pinned in place and just waiting to see what he’ll do next. And then, just like before, he shoves his face back into the junction between your shoulder and neck, moaning and whimpering when he feels your walls contract. The pleasure filling his veins is enough to make him go mad, enough to force him over the edge and cum again right then and there. His body continues, though, he continues making love to you because it’s really the only thing that comes as naturally to him as his own breath.
His lips and teeth find your jaw and neck, dissatisfied with the splotchy colors he’d left on your skin, intent on painting the entire canvas. It’s not long before his lips move to your shoulder and collarbone as he begins to speak, whispering endless promises into your ear.
I’ll never leave you
I’ll always love you
You’re the person that’s meant for me
“I love you, baby,” he mutters, moaning against you. “I love you more than anything.”
The act currently unfolding is incredible sensual yet erotic, while also allowing you both to heal from the argument you’d just had. It cut deep, the words each of you said. And maybe you didn’t mean to say it the way it came out but it ended up being said, anyway. Frankie felt insecure and in turn, made you feel the same. It wasn’t right and after a small moment to talk, your bodies were called right back to one another. Just like they always will.
“You mean everything to me, Frankie.” you sigh, “You mean more to me than anyone else ever will, don’t you see that, baby?”
“I do,” he mumbles against your skin, pressing himself further into you as he attempts to be as close as he physically can.
Since the very moment you met, you knew the two of you had a spark, a connection. Regardless of timing or age, you felt drawn to one another. And ever since then, there wasn’t a day that went by where you didn’t feel Frankie’s love, not a single day that he wasn’t on your mind. And he felt the same. Every thought in his head was accompanied by another one of you, a more important one of you. Because you became more important than anything else in Frankie’s life the day you stepped into it.
You’re heated around him, completely engulfing him. He gives into it, too, allowing himself to be surrounded by you. Your embrace was the kindest and most welcoming he’d ever experienced; he lost himself to it, to you.
“B – Baby, that… fuck, that feels so good, you don’t even know.”
You sigh out a laugh, clinging to him as your walls pulsate around his erection. But your next breath is released as a shrill cry, feeling Frankie’s sharpest thrust yet. He groans happily, devilishly, when he hears your wanton sound, continuing to lean his entire body weight onto you and stretching your legs to their limits. He presses into you, his pelvis repeatedly slapping against yours as he now dives inside. Frankie picks up his speed the more he hears your cries, absolutely railing you into the mattress.
The limbs he’d ushered around his waist now cling to him with a desperate need, feeling his muscles flex and tense as he grunts above you, fully exerting himself into you. It’s amazingly passionate and incredibly stimulating, feeling the thickness of him stretch your lips every time he returns, feeling him reach so deep inside you swear you can feel him in your guts. It sends shockwaves through your hips, a blissful pulsation reaching every edge of your being.
“Mine,” he mumbles, his angled nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the softness of it. “You’re mine.”
“Mhm,” you whimper, nodding sharply. “Am, I - I am,”
“Fuck,” he spits out, huffing out vigorously above you. “You feel so fucking amazing, so fucking warm and tight. Are you gonna cum for me?”
Frankie’s voice suddenly goes soft, a mixture of emotions flowing through him. He just wants you to be happy, to feel safe and loved and he wants to give you that. He does give you that.
“Baby, I just want you to cum. Please cum for me, want you to cum on my cock. Feels so fucking good when you do it, feels so good knowing I made you do it.”
Your breaths and whines are staggered between each of his thrusts, eyes fluttering closed as the feeling of your high begins to crest. And when Frankie whispers into your ear, the feeling entirely overcomes you.
“Wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
He’s aware of it the second you let go, feeling the muscles in your body tense up below him. He holds you through it, continues slamming himself down into you as his own body begins to shake. The perfect rhythm of his hips remains in place, even through the harsh squeeze of your inner walls. He can feel every move your body makes due to the extreme closeness of your naked forms. His heat radiates through you, warming your body up as your body starts to calm down from its shockingly powerful orgasm.
“W - want it,” you barely babble, the words almost incoherent. “Want it inside.”
“Baby, fuck. You sweet fucking thing, my perfect fucking girl.”
He intended on letting you fully calm down before he came again, but with your permission, he allows himself to release. It’s almost instantaneous, the feeling of his warm, sticky cum pouring into your body. The twitch of his cock is so strong it forces another post-orgasmic wave through your core, the sensation making you jerk below him.
Frankie grinds his hips against yours, thrusting into you deep, circling his pelvis until he’s sure he’s given every drop. And even then, he stays, only moving his arms so your legs can rest comfortably on the bed. The new position also allows him to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you even closer than before.
His much broader and much stronger chest expands above you, pushing you down slightly but only for a moment before it evens out. You feel much calmer now, relaxing into the bed and allowing Frankie’s muscles to loosen their tense hold. And when you’re both competent enough to speak, all you hear is Frankie’s happy hum, a delighted grin spreading across his face. He’s resting on your chest, his cheek pressed up against your plush flesh.
“I’m sorry I got so jealous, sweetheart.”
You chuckle, combing your fingers through Frankie’s hazelnut hair.
“Don’t be; I like when you’re protective of me.” you quietly admit, “I’m sorry I let you feel that way. It’s been a tough couple of weeks, baby. But it’s okay.”
He nods against you, releasing a tired yawn. “It’s okay,” he repeats in agreement, snuggling into you a little more.
And it really is okay, because there’s not a chance either of you would ever jeopardize your relationship over a miscommunication. Sometimes, it’s as if you’re the only thing that keeps him grounded, and you truly feel the same. You need each other, you’ll always need each other.
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