A/N: i'm growing obsessed with this disgusting little manchild, i honestly can't bring myself to care about any other prime asset.. THIS is my man. now and forever! and of course some inspo credits to @mutilatedscrap, specifically this blurb.
Tags: foot/heel fetish, toe sucking, body worship, groping, light spit play, use of "mama" and "mommy"
Wordcount: 1k
There was very little Franco loved more than his wife having her body exposed. Your flesh out in the open for him to ogle and grab onto at his leisure, nothing could be better. The fact that others could only gape and stare, while he got to touch you freely, also did something for his obnoxiously sized ego. Having a broad like you on his arm made him feel like a real man—a big man. A proper Barbi man.
The line between sex appeal and sluttiness was thin, but you managed to toe it masterfully each day. He loved it all: little skirts that barely swept over the apex of your plush thighs, micro shorts that hugged your fat hips and cupped under the globes of your ass, digging into the soft skin so salaciously, garters, fishnets, all of it.
His favorites, though? Those tight, tiny tops that fit snuggly around your perfect chest with necklines that framed your cleavage “like a goddamn Monet painting,” as Franco would often remark, ever astute.
There were times, like now, where you were forced to class it up a bit and cover that beautiful body of yours. Something about optics and respectability, modesty, whatever. Franco was hardly listening when you were explaining why you couldn’t have your entire ass out during an important meeting of his, instead mumbling to himself and stewing in disappointment that you had refused to wear those leather shorts he liked so much.
You had gone out and bought a long silken skirt that stopped just at your ankles and a decent blouse. That was fine, Franco supposed. You always looked good in his eyes, though that was putting it lightly. To him, you were the physical manifestation of sex itself, with your curves and what he referred to as your “cock magnet” of a figure. Everything about you was attractive to him—so what if he couldn’t glue his beady eyes to your tits for one night? He could find something else on you to eyefuck.
To no surprise, he found that something post-haste. He was mindlessly chewing at his stubby fingers when you met him in the foyer of your house, heels clicking against the tile of the floor—he paid a fucking fortune for it too because you simply couldn’t live somewhere without Italian marble flooring. God, he loved you. Bougie bitch.
Franco kept his eyes narrowly trained on your heels, examining how the leather of the shoe hugged your feet. Must’ve been a new pair, he had never seen them on you before. He watched for a second more before he saw your foot flex and stomp against the tile to get his attention.
“You ready, baby?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
He looked up at you, the height difference between the two of you only steeper with your heels on. He hummed in half-acknowledgment and half-arousal, feeling his slacks tighten the longer he looked over you. “Those new?” He tipped his head down at your feet.
You nodded and looked down, wiggling your toes in the confines of the shoes a bit. “Mhm. I didn’t have any that matched my outfit, so I had to do a little shopping. You like ‘em?”
He knew that was a bold faced lie, he had extended your walk-in closet only a year ago to make room for just your damn heels, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was that you had kicked your perfect, heel-clad foot up to his level for him to examine. He caught your foot, holding your leg up by your ankle, and looked at the sole. Red and shiny like a candied apple. Perfect.
Peeping at you over the tip of your heel, Franco snickered and licked a fat stripe over the bottom of the shoe, staring up at you with his misaligned eyes. “Looks good to me. Tastes even better, mammina.”
You shrieked in disgust, trying to pull your foot away, stumbling slightly. “Franco, what the fuck?” You tried to kick him away but his grip on your ankle was tight. Despite him being smaller than you, he was completely able to push you back against the wall. “You’re so nasty,” you spat, lip curling.
“Oh please,” he said, swiping the outsole with his tongue again, feeling drool creep from the corners of his mouth, “you love seeing me like this.” Not wrong, there was something special about seeing how easy it was for him to worship every part of you. “Besides, you bought these with my money,” he added, not accusingly, only factually, “I’ll put my mouth all over ‘em if I damn well please.”
You just sighed and leaned against the wall, letting the ghost of a smile grace your face.
Franco had managed to wrap his lips around the pointed heel of the shoe, taking the length of it in his mouth. You could practically see the stiletto prod against his cheek while he traced over it with his tongue. With one quick movement, he bit down on the thin dagger of the shoe and ripped it off of your foot, tossing it away with a turn of his head.
“Oh, are you gonna—?” your question was interrupted by him taking the majority of your toes directly into his mouth, “—mmph, Franco…” While it didn’t particularly do a lot for you, you enjoyed watching your husband get his fix.
It wasn’t until he started to lick between your toes and suck on them individually that you spoke up. “Careful,” you chided, watching him slurp over them quickly. His smaller hand crawled up your long skirt, starting at your ankle and creeping to the warmth between your thighs. “Ah, no, baby,” you said. “Don’t have time for that. You don’t wanna be late, do you?”
He popped off and took deep, panting breaths, drool dripping down his face. “N—no,” he finally said, voice husky and ragged. “No, I don’t, mama.”
“Now, dry me off,” you demanded. His flushed face was hot and red, out of breath as he rubbed your foot over his cheek to wipe off the excess spit he had gotten on it. “Mommy’s gross boy,” you said through a soft sigh, “icky thing, you.”
He was a little weirdo, for sure, but he was yours.
HI GUYS I'M ALIVE!!! I'm lowkey a little inconsistent with posting because I am TERRIBLE with time management and haven't had a lot of time to write or draw. But I want to talk about Franco!!! Please send me more HCs or questions to answer!!! Maybe even questions about Marzia, or she and Franco's relationship??? Idk!! I'm bored at work!!!
