tp!jj doing the routine skirt check before sweetpea leaves n tells her to bend over and she’s like 🧍🏻♀️nuh uh…. cause she don’t be wearing ANY panties cos they “looked weird” with the skirt n don’t be wanting her ass bruised (happened anyway) ((she then was grounded))
jj doesnt even know why she tried that with him 😭 like did she really think he was gonna let her out with no panties on? seriously? please he tore her ass up and she had to stay home for like 2 weeks
Summary: There's more than one way to enjoy a good book
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Warnings: Age gap (legal), DDLG🎀, piv smut, unprotected sex , voice kink, candle kink🕯, posessiveness, p0rn with very little plot✨, no use of y/n, no beta, FRANKIE'S BELLY!,
AN: Part of Calling Home universe but works on its own. No books were harmed in the making of this fic! From the evil brain of @heythere-mel 😈 my ride or die hehehe
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You were not quite sure what set you off. It was a lazy Sunday. Rosalia was down for her nap, giving you and Frankie a moment to relax. Frankie was reading to you. You were in his lap, back pressed against his chest, so you could both read the words at the same time. Maybe it was his heavy breathing behind you. His low raspy voice caressing each word on the page. Maybe it was the feel of his rough jeans on the back of your bare thighs. Regardless of the reason, in a matter of ten minutes, you were dripping. Your chest was flush. Your nipples were hard.
Maybe it was because the candle was lit. This morning Frankie told you that he used to light your candle when he read by himself. You pressed him about whether he did anything else with the candle and you ended up in the shower with his head between your legs. The answer was obvious. And fuck... the candle was lit now.
“Sweet pea…” Frankie stopped reading when you furtively rubbed your ass along his crotch. “Are you uncomfortable?”
You shook your head feeling embarrassed. Frankie already fucked you twice already today and somehow you were still horny. You had to remind yourself that he needed time to recuperate. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel bad about being too tired.
You tried to get back into the book which was a good book. You loved when Frankie read to you. It just wasn’t what you needed right now. The paper thin restraint holding you back from complete debauchery had been slowly scratched at for the past few weeks. Ever since you fucked openly in the bookstore, there was no more boundary between what was decent and what was allowed.
You unconsciously arched back against him again, this time Frankie set the book down, hands going to still your hips.
“What are you doing?” You heard humor bordering the question.
“I’m sorry.” You bit your lip. His large warm hands burned through the light pajama shirt you were wearing, teasing the grip strength you knew he had. Your apology meant very little as you were rocking against him still, like you couldn't control yourself.
“Rosalia.” Frankie warned, his breath catching. “She’s gonna wake up soon.” But he didn't stop you.
You leaned back against him holding his biceps for support. He was getting hard now. You tried to get his bulge right over your pussy moaning when your clit briefly made contact with his rough zipper. Only two flimsy layers of cotton between.
“Fuck- she’s gonna hear, sweet pea. Let’s go downstairs.” Frankie muttered, though his hands only yanked you down harder onto his laps. Both of your words were opposite your actions. That thin partition of control started to tear.
“Just a little.” You pleaded. You wouldn’t make it downstairs. You were close even though he had hardly touched you. Your wet panties were sliding along your clit giving you just enough stimulation. The door to the bedroom was closed so at least you'd have some warning. “Please Frankie. I'll be quiet.” You arched your back and kissed his neck sloppily.
“Shit.” Frankie grunted quietly pulling up your pajama shorts down your ass. You braced your hands on his thighs, leaning forward so he could get a good look. He felt with his fingers how wet you were through your lace panties. “You’re so wet. I fucked you this morning and you’re still so wet.” You blushed even though he wasn’t shaming you. You weren’t used to being slave to your desires the way you were with Frankie. He pulled your panties to the side, groaning at the string of cum connecting them to your skin. “Was my reading just that good, sweet pea?”
“Yeah- I love your voice. It turns me on.” You admitted. “Oh!” You cried out when he pinched your clit lightly.
“You said you’d be quiet” He warned, pulling you back up against him. His voice was raspy in your ear, only loud enough that you could hear it. "If you can't be quiet then we have to stop."
You were trying, holding your bottom lip in your teeth, but whimpers still escaped you. You were sensitive from this morning. Frankie’s fingers skimmed down from your clit to your dripping opening, widening his stance and making your legs spread even further on top of his. He wasn’t fingering you yet, just tracing the soft tissue between your legs, spreading your slick around.
You pushed your hips up urgently. You felt his belly rubbing against the bow in your lower back. That’s it! That’s what set you off! His stomach. His beautiful belly had gotten just a little bigger...no, not bigger. It was... tenser, taut, maybe a little rounder. He didn’t have a large stomach to begin with. No one would notice this subtle change. Only you. And that made you feral. In the beginning, his tummy fit into the curve of your back perfectly but now it was slightly more imposing, forcing your back to arch a little more. More insistent, molding you to him. The feel of it ignited a tinderbox of lust in you.
“So soft.” Frankie parted your folds, nudging your clit with his knuckle. He slowly inserted a finger into your opening, while rubbing your clit with his other hand. You slumped back against him, tilting your hips forward in time with his fingering. You were close. You panted against his neck and he felt your thighs quiver where they lay over his legs. You felt his belly tighten behind you.
“Come on, baby.” He coaxed. “Cum for me.”
And you did.
“Mmm...” You kissed him, muffling your cry as your pussy snapped around his fingers. The pins and needles of pleasure raced up your back into your brain but instead of feeling spent you just felt more turned on than before.
You had an epiphany while you shot up to the clouds. It was his belly but not just his belly. Not just the sexiness of the shape and the strength it suggested. It was because that little bit of growth, the tightening of his tummy, was a physical change since you met him. Frankie, who had just made you cum, was your Frankie now. None of his lovers before you would have the same body. They wouldn't know what his stomach felt like as he breathed harshly into your ear. They wouldn't be able to hold it, feel it tighten, when he cums. That was yours. He was yours.
“Please.” You whispered rocking against his fingers again. You felt your pussy clench, needing something more. “Please, daddy. Your cock. Just for a minute.”
“Baby...” Frankie protested weakly. He knew he should stop. It was too risky with Rosie sleeping down the hall.
“Please, please. I need it.” You were begging into his neck, the still air of the bedroom laced with the scent of your candle. You knew he couldn't resist you begging.
Frankie cursed quietly. He really should stop. He should take you downstairs where you could be louder but now, watching you pull your shirt down and letting your tits spill out, Frankie knew he wouldn’t make it. He reached to unfasten his jeans, moving them aside just enough to pull out his cock. You were sinking down on him before he had a chance to ask you to.
“Oh...” You couldn’t hold in your breathy moan as he split you open. You pushed past your pussy’s resistance at the last inch where he was thickest, impaling yourself down on him. Your muscles stretched deliciously around him. The slight burning only served as an intoxicating reminder of how needy you were. You felt that desperate fire inside of you simmer as you finally got what you wanted. He cupped your breasts in his rough hands, squeezing your nipples between his fingers.
“Daddy!”
“I said-“ Frankie pulled you back into his chest, into his rounded belly. “Be quiet.”
“I-I’m trying.” You whimper rolling your hips against him desperately. “I can’t-I can’t be quiet daddy. Oh! Please don’t stop.”
At this point Frankie would usually put a hand over your mouth but he wanted both hands to fuck you. Since you were so desperate Frankie wanted to make you cum hard. He wanted to exhaust you. He wanted to leave you wrecked on the bed. He got an idea...He reached next to him feeling the object in his hand.
He shoved the book in your mouth. You startled at the foreign object in your mouth giving Frankie the opportunity to push you forward so he could sit on his haunches behind you. Your teeth clamped down on the soft cover, the spine slotted between your lips. Your knees sank into the bed.
Frankie stripped off his shirt, as it was getting in the way of his dick. He pulled your wrists straight out behind you as leverage as he thrust into you. Your tits bounced. You cried out against the book, a muffled airy sound.
“Don't you drop it.” Frankie warned giving you another hard thrust.
“Hmhmm” You shook your head. You wouldn’t. The soft cover was the only thing you could channel your pleasure into. The taste of the cover and pages and slight ache already building in your jaw served as reminder of how filthy you could be. How filthy Frankie could be. How you enabled each other.
“Dirty girl. Always begging for Daddy’s cock.” Frankie couldn’t stop the words flowing from his mouth. Husky and urgent against your ear. “I think I could fuck you all day and it wouldn't be enough?"
"Mmm." You drooled into the pages, your eyes shutting. You knew it was true.
"Yeah." Frankie smirked. "Just let Daddy fuck you, sweet pea, and you don’t make a sound.” The bed creaked beneath you two as he pulled you onto his cock again and again, thrusting his pelvis into your ass. Frankie latched onto your neck, leaving marks up and down. His stomach, his protruding beautiful tummy that set off this whole thing, was pressed flush against your back. Trying to also push into you like his cock was, trying to fill you up more. And you molded to it, arching your back to let him go deeper.
You thought the book was going to buckle under the force of your jaw. The pages were getting soaked from your drool. You loved books, you took care of your things, but you loved this more.
Frankie felt his climax building and he knew that he also would have trouble staying quiet. He had already cum twice today, so a third would drain him. It would rip from the core of him. He wanted that ache and burn. He wanted you to have it.
He was grunting every time his balls slapped against your core, volume increasing progressively. Rough moans escaped his bitten lip every time you clenched around him. He pulled out of you making you whine against the book still bit between your teeth. He turned you on your back and pushed your knees into your chest.
"What got you so worked up huh?" He taunted, looking down at you. Your innocent eyes and that damn book in your mouth looking back at him.
Your answer? You placed two hands on his stomach, breathing through your teeth, your eyes wide and earnest.
"Little pea..." Frankie's head momentarily cleared. Affection stained his voice. You were just so damn perfect for him, giving him pleasure when he didn’t know he needed it. His body just became what you needed, he didn't have to overthink it. He thrusted home again.
You were close. He could tell. Your eyes were rolling back. Your stomach was tightening. Your hands were placed on his low back pulling him down into you. He was close too. He could tell by the ache in his balls that his orgasm would be devastating. He would be loud if he wasn't careful. He spread your legs wide and leaned down bitting into the book too, joining you, nose to nose with you.
Thank god for the book because you whined, high pitched and distorted by the book in your mouth as you came. Your toes curled behind his back. Your hands still planted on his firm tummy.
“Fffhm” Frankie groaned against the cover slamming you into the mattress. His thighs shook as his cum was pulled from him, shooting deep into your pussy. He exhaled sharply his stomach pressing into you. He gave a few more shallow thrusts until he was sure he was done, making his hips flinch with overstimulation.
The white noise in his ear died down and he listened for any sound of little feet behind the door. Rosie was still asleep thank god.
He pulled the book from your mouth eyeing the drool that ran from the spine to your lip. You were smiling up at him lovingly, as if he hadn't just ruined your pussy.
“Oh my god...” You crossed your legs around him, feeling satisfied.
“That worked pretty well, don’t you think?” He kissed your lips.
“Yeah. that was so- You’re very creative.” You giggled.
“Maybe next time it’ll be my cock in your mouth and a book between your legs.” He chuckled darkly. You felt him twitch inside you at his words.
"I like the sound of that." You kissed him lazily.
“You’re insatiable.” Frankie pulled out of you. You already missed him. “Now...where were we?” He plopped down next to you and flipped through the book to where he left off. You bit your lip watching his fingers trace over the teeth marks you both left on the cover. How could he be so nonchalant after the best sex? You're about to say something when-
"PAPA MAMA I'M AWAKE!" You nearly screech in surprise when you saw Rosie push open the door.
"Rosalia, what did we say about knocking?" Frankie chided the little girl. You pulled your shorts up quickly while Frankie zipped himself back up. He was already chasing her down the hall before you had gotten out of bed. Your legs wobbled. You blew out the candle which had worked its magic well.
Rosie wanted to spend all day in the pool with you, playing Little Mermaid. You were wary when Frankie let her take her floaties off, though he kept a hand on her at all times. You watched with a tender smile as Frankie zoomed her through the water to her raucous giggles. It was a wonderful afternoon, just the three of you.
Frankie was still thinking about what happened earlier, the sexy moments but also the intimate ones. After dinner when Rosie had gone to bed for the night he came back down ready to talk.
"So my stomach huh?"
"Yeah." You blushed down at the soapy dishes.
"And my voice?"
"Yeah." Your tone sweetened with humor.
"Anything else?"
"Ha ha." You turned around, watching him leaning against the counter. "Everything really. I love your body. Especially your belly. I was actually admiring it today... it feels different." You blushed deeply trying not to stare at it under his shirt.
"That'll be all the sit ups Will is having me do." Frankie laughed sheepishly. "My core is stronger now."
"Oh?"
"Yeah um... I've been going to the gym with Will during lunch break. I'm trying to get back in shape." Frankie said, rubbing his face nervously. He stood up a little sucking in his stomach.
"That's good. I mean you don't have to. I love you the way you are."
"Yeah I know." Frankie chuckled, interrupting your rambling with a kiss. "I'm not as young as you and I wanna stay healthy so I can keep up with you and Rosalia. I wanna keep being able to lift you and her up. I wanna be able to fuck you as many times as you need."
the reality of having a 19 year old girlfriend often settles on jj when its 7pm shes had a bad day because she can feel her clothes and her phone is tweaking and she forgot to eat and all she wants to do is watch a movie but her netflix isnt working bc she doesnt have any money and jj comes home to her crying while doing an old kpop dance from when she was 13 off pure muscle memory
call me a freako for this but i need an expansion on this moment for scientific purposes 🧍🏻♀️
please nobody outside has context they just hear her blubbering and crying saying shes sorry and she wont do it again. and jj's just telling her to shut the fuck up, like the foot on her head is to push her down farther, he's got her wrists in his grip absolutely plowing into her.
her crime? well she went down to the shop bothering him. literally came down just to talk about nothing like he wasnt busy and he told her to go home. like many times the crime doesnt really fit the punishment! but more than anything he's plying her with the attention she wanted so she'll be more agreeable for the next few days.
by the time they're finished he's made her cum like 4 times but it really did sound like he was tearing her in two so when the cops come he has her open the door so they dont think he's hiding shit. now shes talking to them in his shirt, fucked dumb and has to explain no shes fine they were just having sex. they get told to keep it down but one of jjs old flings came outside with her nosy ass and is rlly irritated by it all
sweet pea trying to get on jj’s good side after not doing any of her chores :3
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i love this picture….but no exactly jj came in tired and hungry and the house is still a mess so rlly all he wanna do is eat, watch tv and drink a beer in that order but sweet pea still wants attention so shes rubbing her face against his lap and kissing his bulge to say shes sorry and hes a man hes gonna fall for kt
missing jj and sweetpea bad and i thought about the time you mentioned her and her friends spying on jj while he’s in shower bc….real.
he definitely has a window that shows his bathroom. i imagine him getting out and he hears giggling and sweetpea doesn’t act fast so when she looks up he’s already looking at her like wtfff & now she’s embarrassed. so when he catches her outside after that it’s awkward as hell but she can’t help but blush.
like come awwwwnnn
sweetpea was a perverttttt lowkey her friends didnt even need to be there she could be lookin in there all by herself and jj has had to chase her off many times. and her silly ass would trip tryna run off sometimes he tricked her by pretending to shower just to call her out for bein weird
first clips giving tp!jj getting arrested at like 3am for carrying or smth stupid n non violent back when sweet pea was around 17 nd shes still hot in the butt for him so you alr know shes giving him heart eyes while hes being escorted by the cops lol. just for him to come back on house arrest to see her lounging ab his place talking ab how long shes “waited for him” like girljskdnd now hes cussing her out n calling her annoying bc she is! threatens to tell on her to her mom all while kicking her out of his trailer bc hes not getting locked up for smth like #that
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PLEASE hes def been arrested twice in her teens (once at 13 in his underwear for tax evasion she was so overwhelmed she cried) and then AGAIN for possession this time shes with her little gaggle of friends watching it all go down but shes gotta play it cool cause she swearsssss her and jj locked eyes.
sweet peas goin around asking when he’ll be back (10 months) and she’s literally sitting on his porch when he pulls back up and he just goes “ougggghh, get the hell outta here sweet pea i want some peace PLEASE” but of course she doesnt she follows him inside asking what he plans on doing and this bozo tells her “get drunk and go fuck something— not you🫵🏾!” now shes crying but hes gotta kick her out before she gets weird.
