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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader [Wing-Animatronic]

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You are hopelessly in love with Vanessa, Bonnie is starting to get sick and tired of you not doing anything about it. Content: Pre-Relationship, Love/Crush Confessions, Soft!Vanessa, BESTBOI!BONNIE Warnings: N/A WC: 1,672

This fic is so self-indulgent. What I would give to hug Bonnie. I think my soul would actually be healed.

"You know what I mean right?"

Bonnie blinked extremely slowly as he simply looked at you.

"Of course you don't," you leaned back into your chair with a groan.

You had been venting to Bonnie for the past few hours of your shift now, it was becoming a nightly occurrence where he would keep you company in the office (whether he liked it or not...)

"All I'm saying is. She's very attractive and way out of my league."

You were certain Bonnie was trying his hardest to roll his eyes as best he could.

"I'm right, though!" you tried to reason. All Bonnie did was give you a thumbs down in response.

You've had this huge crush (well, it was becoming much more than just a crush nowadays) on a certain blonde police officer you had met on your first night shift a couple months back. She had helped you get a grip on the tasks on your shifts and she had been more than happy to accompany you every other night whenever her own shifts allowed her. She'd always been extremely understandable whenever you opened up to her, she never failed to make you laugh with her stupid dad jokes and she was just overall incredible to be around. The silly playful flirting she had clearly done with you in the past was always welcome, but a part of you wasn't sure whether she meant for the flirtations to be romantic or if they were just jokes.

"You're not being very helpful right now, Bonnie."

He cocked is head at you as if to say 'Are you serious?'

"Come on! How do I successfully win Vanessa's heart?"

Of course he didn't reply.

"You know, if anyone were to walk in and see me talking to you like this they would think I was crazy."

As the hours went on you continued to moan and complain about how you'd never be able to impress Vanessa. About how someone like that could never love someone like you. You were effectively breaking your own heart and putting yourself down. Your hand had been fiddling with a pen for the past couple hours, scribbling various hearts on the back of some paperwork. The name 'Vanessa' was in the middle of said hearts.

You were acting like a love sick teenager with their first crush. You shook your head to snap yourself out of it.

Bonnie took a step away, intending to leave the room.

"Hey! Don't leave me alone when I'm stressed!" you whined.

Bonnie stayed.

Why couldn't it have been Freddy, Chica or Foxy? Why him? Why did he have to listen to all this?

The first few nights he thought it was somewhat interesting and cute to hear you talk about your feelings towards Vanessa. But that interest quickly turned into annoyance after about a week. He liked Vanessa. And he liked you. So of course he wanted to help you in any way he could.

The alarm on your watch finally rang. 6am.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to turn the monitors off.

"Well... Thanks, Bon. I appreciate you listening. I promise I'll make a move on her. Maybe..." you muttered the last part, clearly not trusting yourself.

You stood up from the desk and grabbed your jacket and keys. You left the office and waved towards the other animatronics before you finally exited the pizzeria.

Bonnie had stayed back in the office, simply waiting for you to leave. His eyes soon locked onto the desk... More specifically the old paperwork on the desk you had left.

The following night, Vanessa had showed up just as you started your shift. She had followed you into the pizzeria, greeting the animatronics as she did.

"I told you to clean up that mess, Y/N!" Vanessa rolled her eyes as she headed over to a nearby closet to grab a mop. She had wanted you to clean up the mess that Chica and Foxy had made last night. They had knocked over a couple glasses of drinks as they ran throughout the pizzeria.

You shrugged, "I'm lucky you love me enough to clean it up for me," you smirked before walking off towards the office, intending to turn the monitors on.

Vanessa rolled her eyes to herself, however a soft smile appeared on her face at your words. She found the mop before turning back towards the mess, however she wasn't expecting to bump into something.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Sorry, Bonnie. Didn't see you there."

He blinked at her before raising a hand.

Vanessa look down at his outstretched hand, she raised an eyebrow in confusion.

In Bonnie's palm there was a piece of paper. Vanessa cautiously eyed it. In the centre of the page there was a messily scribbled heart with the name 'Vanessa' right in the centre.

She let out a quiet laugh, "Aw, thanks. I love you too, big guy," she patted his arm in thanks. She took the mop and headed over towards the mess. She didn't quite see when Bonnie started to shake his head in disagreement. He desperately wanted to tell her that it was in fact you who had drawn that heart. Not him.

The absolute annoyance and stress he was feeling right now...

Bonnie wasted no time in trudging towards the office.

"Hey, Bonnie," you greeted him with a smile as he entered.

He grabbed your arm, quite forcefully, and began to pull you towards the door.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked in confusion.

His other hand moved towards your face, giving you a clear view of a very familiar piece of paper.

"You want me to do that now?!"

He nodded slightly.

"I-I can't Bonnie. It's not the right time. She doesn't like me the same way I like her," you looked down in defeat.

He nodded again, trying to encourage you.

Vanessa cleared her throat, trying to get yours and Bonnie's attention.

You both looked towards the doorway.

"Everything all right in here?" she said, a slight smile in her face at the strange scene she was looking at. She noticed Bonnie holding up the paper directly in front of your face... Your face which was now slowly being covered by a bright blush.

The cogs in the blonde's brain were turning as she desperately tried to work out what was going on.

"Yep!" you squeaked, "Perfectly normal interaction we are having right now," you tried to pull away from Bonnie's strong grip.

Bonnie shook his head frantically. He raised his hand towards Vanessa, showing her the piece of paper again.

"Y-Yeah. You already showed me that buddy-"

He stomped his foot, narrowing his eyes. He then brought the paper back towards you and then back in Vanessa's direction. Over and over, trying to convey what he was meaning.

"Shut up right now, Bonnie," you warned him.

Vanessa felt her mouth go dry as a blush of her own covered her cheeks.

"Y/N..." her voice was soft, immediately making your heartbeat increase, "I don't want to jump to any conclusions here but... Is Bonnie trying to say that you drew that? Not him?"

Great. Now Vanessa was going to think you were an idiot. An idiot who acted like a lovesick obsessed puppy.

"It's stupid, Nessy," you muttered, finally ripping your arm away from Bonnie's grasp. You looked away out of embarrassment before heading over to your chair and plopping down in it.

Vanessa sighed before stepping closer to Bonnie, his hand slowly outstretched towards her. She grabbed the paper and couldn't help but smile down it at it.

"Thanks, buddy," she said before moving towards you.

Bonnie nodded before slowly exiting the room.

"Y/N," she said, turned your chair to face her, "It's not stupid."

"Yes it is," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands, "Can we just forget about this and-"

She giggled, placing the paper on the desk, "It's not stupid. It's cute. It's cute that you have a crush."

"It's so embarrassing, Vanessa," you felt slightly hurt by her mocking you.

Rolling her eyes, Vanessa picked up a pen, "Would it make you feel better if I did the same thing?"

You raised an eyebrow at her, curious as to what she meant. That's when she reached for the paper, and drew her own heart underneath the one you had drawn... Your name was soon in the centre of it.

"You gettin' the picture yet?" she said, hoping you would understand that yes... the feelings were definitely mutual.

You weren't entirely sure on what to say, you simply stared at the paper on the desk.

Vanessa threw the pen down, before cocking her head towards you, "So yes or no?"

"Y-Yes or no?" you questioned.

"How about you let me take you on a date the next time you're off shift?"

This was a dream. It had to be. There was no way this beautiful woman was asking you out on a date right now.

"Need me to repeat myself-?"

"No!" you exclaimed, "I-I mean yes, I mean-"

Vanessa laughed again, "Cute," she muttered before leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, "I guess I'll be seeing you at the end of the week."

You froze in your chair at the contact.

"Y-Yeah. I'll see you at the end of the week."

Gods, that day could not come soon enough.

The next night, you had hugged Bonnie tightly. His huge hands had patted you on the back in comfort.

He strutted around the pizzeria, gloating at the fact that he was the best wing-animatronic to ever exist. At the end of the day, he was thankful that you confided and vented to him.

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alilixx · 10 months

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Jonathan Cohen

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alilixx · 10 months

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Hot.

insatiable

1.3k | marc spector x f!reader

summary: you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining. warnings: literally nothing but smut (duh), oral (m receiving), fingering, marc being a little shit, whimpering, begging, masturbation (f), throat-fucking, etc.

Giving Marc head during the worst possible times of his day is your version of fun.

There's nothing quite like the look of unbridled desire that blooms in his eyes every time he sees you sink to your knees in front of him, a pleading smile on your lips..

"Please, baby, I'm busy," he'll always say, as if to protest. But you know he just says it for show; he'll never stop thanking his lucky stars for how desperately insatiable you can be.

Because when your throat feels empty, it feels hollow, and the only thing that can make you return to yourself is his thick, veiny cock stuffed down your throat until your nose brushes the coarse patch of hair at the base.

If he's about to fall asleep? No better bedtime story than the sound of you gagging on the swollen head of his cock touching the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs for balance.

He's on the phone? You'll kneel before him like a zealot bends to pray, and you'll take him into your mouth without a word, hardly even a look into his eyes, while he stifles his moans.

He comes home from another hard day as Moon Knight? You're there for him, ready to pull him down to the bed and let him lose his worries with your mouth around him.

And now? He's just gotten out of the shower, towel draped sinfully low on his hips, his chest a canvas of scars and muscles and droplets of water that still run down the rivets of his stomach.

You've been trying to distract yourself with...well, anything, but that's been awfully hard considering your favorite man is in much need of a relaxing shower. You'd almost gone in with him, but had refrained when you saw the hard look in his eye.

You could be his treat after the shower. Besides, you'd convinced yourself, he needed those quiet moments to come back to himself from a long day.

Of course, the temptation had been so strong that you'd had to resort to sinking your hand into your shorts to keep yourself from interrupting his alone time.

"Look at you," he muses when he steps out of the bathroom, leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?"

Your eyes open at the sound of his voice, and you can feel the droplets of water from his hair land on your arm. It cools your hot skin, and your fingers stop circling your clit. "Couldn't help myself," you shrug with a smirk, "what else am I s'posed to do when I know you're just a few feet away, looking as good as you do?"

His smirk remains on his face, but you swear you can see it grow wider when he flits his eyes down to where your hand has disappeared under the soft material of your lounge shorts. "You want something, sweetheart?" he teases, and your face burns.

"Only you," you reply, your voice thick. Pulling your hand from your shorts, you hold out your shining fingers to his mouth, tapping them against his bottom lip before placing them over your tongue, gently sucking your sweet juices from your own fingertips.

"C'mere," you coo. "Wanna taste you, Marc."

It doesn't take much more than that to get him to drop his towel, laying back on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge, just enough to reach the floor. His cock is already half-mast, a delicious challenge for you to conquer. Before you put your mouth over his tip, he reaches out to tug at your waistband. "Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby," he says, his voice always a quiet command. "I wanna hear you play with yourself while you suck my cock."

You bite your lip with a grin and obey. You usually allow him these little requests; it makes him feel like he's in control for the few minutes before you've got him writhing and whimpering beneath you.

With one hand on your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on your bundle of nerves, breathy moans dropping from your lips, you lift your eyes to his and open your mouth, taking him softly.

At first. You like to watch his lips quiver as he tries to hold in the desperate moans. No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Marc's moans remain loud and plentiful, turning into an unforgettable chorus of whines when you inevitably take him down to the base of his cock.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, throwing his arm over his face. "You know just how to make me feel better, honey. That's it, fuck—"

His voice catches when you moan around him, the vibrations stiffening his cock in an instant. Your throat is deliciously full, and you hollow your cheeks for a moment, sucking hard and fast to watch him crumble to pieces.

Now you've got him where you want him.

"Do I make you feel good, Marc?" you ask sweetly when you lift your mouth from him for a moment's reprieve.

It's all he can do to nod, a whine squeezing its way from his throat. "Always so good, doll," he heaves, his hips straining up from the bed. "I wanna—please—"

You dip your tongue down and swirl it gently around his tip, lapping up the precum with an appreciative moan. "Ask nicely, baby," you tease him, your hand curling around his length and delivering a courteous, languid stroke.

His hips stutter. "More, please," he breathes. "Wanna fuck your throat. Please."

For a moment, you pause to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked. You've never gotten him this desperate so quickly. "And you say I'm insatiable," you murmur. "Come on, Marc. Fuck my throat. Play with me how you want."

His hands come down to the back of your head with almost no warning but a, "thank fuck," and then your eyes are squeezing shut as he plants his feet to the ground, bucking his hips faster and harder into your mouth, watching your hair fall into your eyes.

"That's it, baby," he mutters, and you relish in the deep gravelly tone that his voice takes. "Want me to come down this pretty throat?"

You can't even reply; his hips don't stop until his groans grow louder, and longer, and his hands grip your hair in tight fists, nearly pulling it out from the roots. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he hums. "Gonna come, baby, gonna—"

He loses all coherence when he comes, and it's music to your ears as his hips stutter once more before falling back to the bed, his hands still pulling you to the base of his cock as he pulses, painting the walls of your throat with his release.

When he loosens his grip, you lift your head and swallow, swiping a finger under your lip to catch any drops that might have fallen. Nothing but a smug chuckle passes your lips.

"What?" he asks, his chest heaving and lined in a sheen of sweat.

Your hand returns to your core, having removed it when he was fucking your throat. "Nothing," you say, feigning innocence. "It's just..."

His lips curl up. "Lemme take care of you, baby," he says with a hand reaching for you. Despite his fatigue, his arms are strong as he pulls you up on the bed. "Wanna return the favor," he murmurs, and his hands find your hips, pulling you to straddle his chest.

"Yeah?" you tease, and you can't help but wonder how fucked out the both of you look. No doubt your hair is knotted beyond belief, and with the way he's tugging you closer to his face, making your sopping core hover over his mouth, you're sure it'll be quite a bit longer before the two of you can clean up.

He nods feverishly with a devil's smirk and looks down at your clit, just inches from his nose. "How else would I say thank you?"

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alilixx · 10 months

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LETS GOOOOOOOOOO PEDRITO

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OMG HE'S SO PERFECT DKQDSQ

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alilixx · 11 months

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“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏”

ONESHOT | DoucheBag!FrankieAU | Francisco (Frankie) Morales x F!Reader Prt 5 of "I promise I'm all yours" . Can be read as a stand alone. Smut / Angst / Fluff if you squint / (Read at your own risk) (Enemies to Hopefully Lovers Trope) Word Count: 5.3K Summary: After time apart, you run into Frankie. He still holds the cards after finally telling you what your nickname really means to him. Notes/Warnings: Readers nickname is 'LC'. Readers bestfriend is nicknamed 'T'. Back story of the AU with other parts is here. Manipulative!Frankie. Hateful Attraction. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. (Explicit content: Fingering. Stimulation. Oral(F!receiving). A little bit of praise/dirty talk.

A/N: I have a lot of Santi stans in my asks & a lot wanting Frankie to beg on his knees, 🚨‼️so I'm here to remind ya'll that this is !!dbag!Frankie!!‼️🚨 He wouldn't be a true douchebag if he couldn't get his way / have to get on his knees for LC. I wouldn't have called it DoucheBag!Frankie if you weren't going to be constantly frustrated ;) If Frankie getting his way bothers you, please do not continue to read I promise the next part will lead with more smut to make up for the lack there of. Enjoy xx Theme Song: Love Like That - Snoh Aalegra (I heard this and immediately thought of this AU)

T stands in line at the grocery store with a pack of beer and and bundle of banana’s, chewing her gum in annoyance at the the long checkout line.

“S’that dinner” she hears his voice from over her shoulder.

She turns to look at Frankie, her eyes rolling when she sees him.

“Are you just - everywhere?” She asks. Turning back to face forward again.

Frankie lets out a half chuckle while he grips his own 24 pack.

After T pays for her stuff and walks out, Frankie rushes through his transaction to catch her before she’s left.

“Hey, wait up,” he lightly jogs to catch up with her before she reaches her vehicle.

“What do you want, Catfish?”

“Wanted to ask if you wanted to break into these beers,” he looks at her sincerely even though he’s joking, a small grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

She stares at him baffled in disgust.

“You must be fuckin’ kidding me,” she turns around to get into her vehicle when he stops her car door from closing on him.

His strong and muscular arm stretching up to the top corner. Holding it open as her hand rests against the handle while she sits in the drivers seat.

“Easy, tits…I’m indeed fuckin’ with you.”

She rolls her eyes again and tries to yank the door closed again but his grip holding it open overpowers hers.

“How is she?” He asks, suddenly getting serious and looking around the half empty parking lot as he swallows hard.

She shakes her head in a slow blink. Taken off guard so she hesitated before answering.

“She’s alright, I guess… you really outdid yourself this time y’know,” she speaks to him almost earnestly like a friend, her eyes trying to plead with him even though he hasn’t made eye contact.

His head hangs low and he kicks at a stone on the hard pavement below.

“I feel terrible,” he swallows again.

“Do you?” She cocks an eyebrow at him, disbelieving.

“What? Poor Catfish can’t get his dick hard for anyone else?” She taunts.

He finally looks through his brows at T and she witnesses a genuine glint of honesty in his eyes.

Her whole expression softening and her mouth falls open in shock before she gives him a mocking smile.

“Oh my fucking god… Fish Morales-“ it’s the first time she uses his nickname abbreviated and he looks down again in what seems to be embarrassment like he knows what she’s about to follow with.

“You can’t… you fuckin’ like her, don’t you?” She asks, scoffing and looking around the parking lot in utter shock.

Frankie’s hand falls lower from the edge of the door and he adjusts his weight on his hip before leaning in closer, still holding her door open.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asks, dark brown eyes pleading with her.

She busts out into laughter with more incredulity.

“Like I give a fuck about helping you?” She starts and Frankie’s head falls.

He starts to snicker at how ridiculous it was to be speaking to your best friend about this.

He takes his hands off T’s vehicle and backs away with his palms to her in defence.

“You’re right, I’m an asshole right?” He tilts his head, clicking his tongue at her.

“Yes,” she laughs and nods with wide eyes.

“Glad you’ve gained some self awareness-“

He steps forward, his face inches from hers as he cuts her off.

“You ever wonder why I’m an asshole?” His voice is low and seductive and T can’t help but get goosebumps.

Frankie’s eyes fall to her bare shoulder and he slides the back of his index finger along the texture of her skin.

Her eyes hood as they follow his finger, refusing to look up at him.

“Ever wonder why LC can’t get enough?” He growls, his hot, minty breath on her face making her eyes fall closed.

“Those two things go hand in hand.”

He pulls his body back instantly and smacks the side of her car.

“Was nice seeing ya, tits” he says with a cheery, shit eating grin.

“Tell LC I say hello.”

———

“Tell me something interesting about yourself,” Santi asks, his eyes pouring into yours with his hand wrapped around his glass.

He sits back in his chair.

You had been seeing him for exactly a month, maybe a month and a half. You weren’t counting, because things with Santi were easy and he was still as nice and respectful as ever.

Another reason you hadn’t slept with him just yet. His effortless kindness made you too nervous.

“What exactly do you want to know?” You smile, leaning onto the table with your face in your hand.

You blink at him and he lets out a breathy laugh, looking around the restaurant before leaning in like you.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” his voice a low grumble.

His eyes trail down your front and look to your hand that is placed on the table in between you two.

He grabs it with his, playing with your fingers and you bite your lip.

“I’m a pretty open book,” you flirt back and he smiles, his eyes looking down at your lips.

“No Fuckin’ way,” you hear a loud, familiar voice and your body instantly goes cold.

The blood seems to leave your face as you slowly turn your head to look up at him standing near your table.

Santi’s already staring up at him and giving him a firm shake of his hand followed by a fist pump.

Your eyes slowly turn and look up at Frankie.

Standing in the restaurant without his cap. His hair is shorter and messy like it usually is. He looks as though he’s lost weight, but it could also be the navy blue t-shirt he’s in.

He looks - different.

He’s holding hands with that same girl from all his photo’s and she stares at you and Santi with a genuine smile

Santi introduces you by your first name and he looks over at Frankie’s lady friend.

Frankie stares at you, his eyes twinkling like he’s received money from the fucking tooth fairy. Why on earth does it make your stomach flutter.

Santi and the shy girl next to Frankie go awkwardly silent as they wait for Frankie to speak.

You stare up at him with a cold and blank expression. Making it unspoken but clear that you’re not budging to play into whatever it is he’s about to do.

The girl squeezes his forearm to get his attention, luckly before he continues and makes them both suspicious.

“Oh- uh, sorry this is my-“

He pauses and looks at her, smiling and red like a tomato. Lost for words.

She smiles back at him, blinking and her eyes narrow into his.

“I’m his girlfriend, Dilyn” she speaks as you take a sip of water, almost choking on it and having to grab your napkin right away.

They all look to you as you cough to clear the water from your windpipe.

“S-sorry,” you brush them off and flatten out the napkin back into your lap.

You don’t look at Frankie but you feel him looking at you. You can feel a burning gaze full of regret.

“We’ve been waiting for a table but,” Frankie says looking around at everyone sitting in the crowed restaurant.

Santi in all his niceness and stupidity - offers them to sit with you both.

“I’m sure we can make room,” Santi looks over at you quick and you don’t move. “I haven’t seen you in a while it would be good to catch up.”

He gets up from his side of the table and moves into the booth next to you.

You’re still looking down meekly at your plate, unsure of how to act as Frankie and Dilyn move into the booth across from you and Santiago.

Santi’s arm falls back behind you and Frankie watches. Staring intently at the way his fingers graze your shoulders. His nostrils flare before he looks over at Dilyn as she speaks.

“I’ve told Frank about this restaurant… I’ve been wanting to try it forever,” she coos, her big eyes widening as she smiles at you and Santiago.

Santi smiles back with a laugh and looks at you with longing.

“As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring her here.”

You can’t help but smile back up at him. The admiration in his eyes makes heat flood to your cheeks and Frankie clears his throat before you can say or do anything to Santi in return.

“So,” he starts, clasping his fist in his hand as he leans onto the table.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow and avoiding looking at you.

You squint at him for a short moment before anyone can notice.

What the fuck is he trying to do.

“I think almost 2 months?” Santi smiles down at you before taking a sip from his drink.

As soon as the waiter walks by you order a double of whatever you’re drinking.

Santi lets out a nervous chuckle as he watches you chug and finish it, before the waiter can even walk away.

“Another,” you mumble to him.

Frankie raises his eyebrows and leans back in his seat.

“What about you?” You pipe up finally. Your eyes looking over at Frankie before staring at Dilyn.

“How long has it been for you two?”

You smile through your teeth as she hums.

This ought to be good. Transparency for once

“I think it’s been close to the same as you guys.” Frankie says, flatly.

He picks up his drink and sips from it.

“Oh stop,” she smacks him lightly on the arm.

“It’s probably been close to 3 months.”

It’s Frankie’s turn to choke on his drink. Coughing and laughing at the same time, his eyes looking over at you through his brows.

Your mouth parts and your eyes widen at that revelation.

That would mean that when he fucked you in that night club… he was seeing her too.

“Oh wow,” you flatten your lips and nod to yourself, taking a big sip of your refill.

Frankie’s tense as he stares at you. Santi looks to Frankie before his gaze also diverts to you.

“Good for you,” he looks back at Frankie with a smile.

The sound of Santiago’s voice grounds you. It takes away your anger and replaces it with lustful revenge.

You turn your body in towards Santi and your hands fall into his lap as you rest your head on his shoulder and blink up at him.

He’s can’t help but grin and he comfortably rubs his warm hand against your back. Eliciting a quiet ‘mmm’ from your lips and Frankie’s body shifts in his seat at the sound.

“I have to say, you guys make a great couple,” spills Dilyn, looking over at Frankie after.

“Don’t they make a great couple, Frank?” She nudges him.

You almost feel bad for her, the way her arms stay in her lap and she looks to him with submissive eyes. You recognize that look as someone that would do anything for him.

You’ve had that look too.

Before Frankie can speak up you cut him off.

“It’s just so nice to be with someone who doesn’t play games y’know?” You say, lashes fluttering up at Santi as he stares between your eyes and your lips.

There was no escaping that he was incredibly sexy.

The fact that Frankie had ruined your date, only solidified that you were definitely fucking his friend tonight.

The look in your eyes burns flames into Santiago and you bite your lip.

Frankie shifts his feet under the table as he moves to sit diagonally. His ankle brushes up against yours and you turn to look at him with a hint of annoyance.

“Anyways, I think we should get going,” you smile at them.

“Yeah?” Santi asks, his voice low and flirtatious as he stares down at you.

You nod up at him seductively and his eyebrows lift upwards before you both exit the booth.

Dilyn’s face had fallen temporarily and you can guess it’s from your mention of being with someone who doesn’t play games. Your words being more of a hit to her than to Frankie.

She smiles sincerely and says her farewells.

Frankie’s whole body sits up and watches you and Santi head for the front door.

Santiago get’s his car from the valet. Everything about him screams money. Another thing you aren’t used to.

Before you can get in the passenger seat while he holds the door open, you look down at yourself and spin around looking for your jacket.

“Shit, I forgot my jacket,” you tell him with a small frown.

He closes the door and walks up to you, his hand cupping your face and giving you a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’ll go get,” he smiles, kissing your cheek.

You grab his arm and kiss his lips again, breathing into him.

“I got it,” you retort, eyes sparkling as you stare into his.

“Put on my favourite song for when I get back,” you wink before walking back into the restaurant.

You ask the front counter about leaving your jacket when you hear his obnoxious voice.

“LC,” you turn to look at Frankie who waits down an empty and low lit hallway near the restrooms.

He holds up his arm where your jacket rests in the crook of his bicep and his forearm.

You smile and thank the women from the front counter before your face folds to annoyance approaching Frankie.

You grab the jacket from him and go to turn away when he grabs your wrist.

You stop and roll your eyes into your skull so hard it hurts, before turning to face him.

“What do you want?” You snap.

He looks through his brows at you, in a sadness you’re unsure is genuine. His fingers playing with yours while he watches.

Of course because it’s Frankie, you try not to let your heart break seeing him like this.

“Don’t do this,” he mumbles, looking back up at your face.

“Do what?” You ask, still annoyed and looking around to make sure no one is witnessing this.

“Sleep with him,” he almost cuts you off.

“How do you know I haven’t?” You ask, cocking your head and squinting at him.

His face doesn’t change, still soft and puppy like. His hands now massaging the one you’ve let him play with.

“Because I can tell.”

His voice is so deep and raspy. There is something in his eyes like jealousy but with a hint of sadness.

You scoff at him and pull your hand from his grip.

“Fuck off Frankie… last I checked, I can do whatever I want with the one person who doesn’t see me as just ‘shit to clear up’.”

You snap and his face crunches up in pain at the sound of your words.

“I wasn’t-“

“You weren’t what?” You cut him off, talking through gritted teeth with wide and angry eyes.

The sound of your heart so loud in your ears, it’s deafening.

You so badly want this transaction to be over.

“You weren’t thinking? You weren’t meaning it like that?” You mock in question and he continues to wince. His breathing picking up and nostrils flaring in what seems to be anger.

“You know what your problem is, Fish,” his nickname coming out in malice, makes him shake with more anger.

“You’re so full of shit…” you walk closer to his face, spitting onto his lips as you continue.

“So caught up in lies you can’t keep track anymore,” you almost smirk in hostility and his eyelids fall half closed as he stares down at you over his cheeks.

“I can’t keep track?” He asks. His tone is quiet, controlled, and most of all scarily challenging.

He steps forward, almost grazing his nose against yours and you lean your face away.

Trying not to give into this fuckin’ merry-go-round he’s got you on.

“You’ve been dating Santiago for how long?… and he still doesn’t know who you really think about when you kiss him?”

You snarl and go to pull away but Frankie aggressively pulls your front into his, getting so close to your lips they’re almost touching.

“I’ll tell him.”

“You better not,” you breathe onto his lips, your eyes widening slightly at how serious Frankie’s threats sound.

“Oh I will…unless you invite me in when I come over later.”

You scoff pulling away from his face, looking around, and crossing your arms over your chest to put some distance between you both.

“How would you even find out if we did?” You ask, worry laced in your voice. Your big eyes blink up at Frankie and he lets out a small laugh.

“Santi and I do talk y’know.”

You bite into your lip. Nervous and also hurt. You want to cry thinking about the possibility of Frankie telling Santi the truth.

If Santiago would be mad at you for not saying anything sooner.

Not to mention you could fall back into Frankie’s web.

You shake your leg and bite at your finger nail as you look around. About to speak when the ladies washroom door swings open.

“Oh, hey,” Dylin smiles, genuinely happy to see you again.

Poor girl. Too nice.

You put on your biggest front, smiling and holding up your jacket.

“Came back for this and Frankie- Frank,” you cough out to correct yourself to her. Your eyes darting over at Frankie before continuing.

Dylin catches it though, furrowing her eyebrows and looking to Frankie in suspicion.

“He picked it up for me… so I- I guess I’ll be seeing you,” you smile and walk away before either of them can say anything.

“Everything okay?” Santi asks in the car, his hand reaching over to grab your leg and give you a charismatic smile.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, biting your lip in nervousness the entire ride back to your place.

It’s a long night of fighting off the urge to tell Santi or kick him out without having sex.

He kisses you good but it angers you that Frankie is right. Every time you close your damn eyes, you imagine it’s him.

You decide to tell him you’re tired and he leaves after giving you a lot of innocent kisses. After realizing that Santiago is stability and if he finds out the truth about you and Frankie, you would lose that - you decide to entertain Frankie’s bullshit advance.

Maybe you could get him on his knees and begging.

One can only hope.

You shower and change into an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

Looking in the mirror multiple times and cursing yourself for wanting to look your best for Frankie. You convince yourself it’s all for revenge.

It’s surprisingly earlier than normal when he arrives.

Still in the same clothes as he was at the restaurant.

You leave the balcony door open for him to let himself in.

Rubbing your hands on your legs and pacing like you did the first night he came over.

What the fuck does he want from you?

He wants you LC.

Not ‘LC’, ‘LC’ is dead to you.

You turn to pace towards the door and stop in your tracks when you see him duck through it and lock it behind him.

He turns back to you absolutely silent. His eyes scan over your body and his neck and ears are red.

The same look he used to sport during your countless training drills together.

“Hi,” you say meekly, eyes wide as you stare at him. You’re incredibly nervous, like this is the first time you’re meeting up with him.

He walks closer to you, grabbing your hands in his slowly as you watch him. It feels so fucking good.

“Hi,” he breathes back.

The look he gives reminds you of how he looked at you back in Vegas. Making you feel like there was no one else alive, aside from you and him.

You hate how much you like this side of him.

You hate it so much your eyes start to pool with tears.

“I hate you,” you whisper. Your voice shaky.

“Doing this with you is ruining my life, Fish,” you plead to him, eyebrows curling together as you feel an overflow of tears coming.

His eyes look wet.

Not welling with tears but glossing over as he stares down at you.

His brows come together and every exhale is so deep, it caves in his entire chest.

“I know, I,” he looks down at your hands that he holds and the tears finally roll down your cheeks.

“Be with me or let me go,” you whimper and his shoulders shrug even more.

He’s unable to look at you for a moment.

You pull your hand away from his to wipe your tears, prompting him to finally look at you.

“It’s too hard LC,” is all he responds with.

“It’s not,” you whisper to him. Desperation in your expression.

You should really smack him, scream, yell, kick him out.

Instead, you try to figure this out. Figure out why he can’t just leave you alone.

“I don’t know what you’re so afraid of, Fish.”

He shakes his head and pulls away from you, sitting down on the edge of your couch with his thumb nail in his mouth.

He’s unable to answer. Just stares ahead at the ground in front of him.

You stand defeated, waiting for him to give you something. Anything.

“Fish,” you blubber.

He looks at you, remorseful.

After waiting a bit longer, you finally give up.

“You can tell Santi, you can tell him everything, I-” you cross your arms over your chest and wipe another tear from your cheek.

“I just want to be done now.”

You turn to walk to your room as more tears fall and he gets up immediately. Following you down the hallway.

“No, LC - please don’t.”

You stop with your back to him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” his voice is so quiet but you don’t turn around.

There was no way you could believe him so easily, after everything.

He reads your mind.

“I know that sounds like bullshit and I can’t make you believe me…”

You still don’t turn. Your hand covering your mouth to stop you from crying louder.

“Let me show you the only way I know how,” his voice is closer.

He is closer.

His breath on the back of your neck and his hands on your hips.

He turns you to face him with that same look of authenticity.

You flutter your eyes closed and he kisses the tears from your cheeks.

In between the kisses you speak, debating whether to open your eyes.

“Did you fuck her that night?” Your voice is raspy.

Keeping a straight face with your eyes still closed. Waiting for his answer.

He doesn’t reply right away and you speak again.

“The night you left to go see her, did you fuck her?”

Your voice is stern and your eyes finally open.

“If I did?” He whispers, his eyes darting between each of yours.

“I just want you to be honest, Francisco.”

“I did.” He cuts you off with all sincerity.

“I fucked her - but we had to stop before I could-” He laughs nervously.

You furrow your brows as you stare at him. Looking for a further explanation.

He scratches the back of his neck like he does when he’s nervous. His eyes not leaving the ground between you two. He looks back into yours after what feels like a long session of him humming and making noises. Seeming to fight with himself on whether to tell the actual truth.

“Fuck it,” he breathes out and laughs nervously.

“She’s not you, LC - She’s not you.”

You stare up at him. Not shocked, but also not blown out of your mind.

The way he stares at you, his face agitated with anxiety waiting for your response; makes you want to tear into him.

“How can I even trust you ever again?” You slowly ask.

His face falls and you see him pout.

“I could spend days, weeks, even months working on that,” he retorts, a crooked smile creeping onto his lips.

You don’t want to let him have this but the magnetism between you two is enough to vibrate your bodies.

You speak before your mind even has time to register with your words.

“It’s your last chance, Fish.”

He grins bigger and closes the gap between you both.

Kissing you so hard he almost knocks the wind out of you. His hands hold your face and he pulls out of it. His lips kissing all over your face until you can’t help but giggle.

“Gonna kiss all the tears away, baby,” his low and seductive voice makes your insides tingle.

Something you hate to admit you haven’t felt with Santiago.

“Good, you owe me.” You retort, serious with a smile pulling at your lips.

At the sound of your voice his hands come under your thighs, scooping you up into him and walking you into your bedroom.

He falls on top of you on the bed, kissing your lips, your face and down your neck.

Growling into the hot skin of your collarbone.

“Fuckkk, I missed you so much.”

You whimper at the sound of his voice.

You fingers running through his dark curls and yanking him back up to your lips.

You moan into another kiss, tangling your tongue with his. He pulls away when you’re not prepared, you face following his and licking his soft and pouty lips.

He smiles and his tongue comes out to lick yours in return. Then the two of you touch your tongues together before you both giggle like giddy teenagers.

Something about this interaction feels like a downpour of water in a desert.

Long awaited and satisfying because it should have happened a long time ago.

You connect lips again. His arms brace himself on either side of your face and his thumbs brush against your cheeks.

His eyes giving you something that you can’t place.

Like he wants to tell you things he’s been holding in for too long.

You look at him with an innocent smile, this time not forced.

“My lucky charm,” he exhales onto your lips. His voice almost a whisper.

As if he didn’t want you to hear him.

Your eyes open wider and your mouth falls open.

“That’s-“ you can’t even speak.

“That’s what it means - That’s what it’s always meant.”

Too many questions. Why Lucky Charm? Why did he have to hide it? Why was it such a big deal?

Why did he go along with its other meaning? Why couldn’t he just tell the truth?

Too many questions as your heart swells in your chest. More tears want to pour but you stop them by kissing him.

A kiss that turns hungry, his whole mouth almost incapsulating yours while he moans continuously.

His hands holding your face more before moving down your body and grabbing at your hips.

You can feel him so hard through his white khakis.

Moaning back into the kiss as you shift your hips against his.

He pulls away and his eyes are hooded. He doesn’t look at your face, just down at your body.

Peppering your entire chest and down your stomach with slow and wet kisses.

He removes your shirt to do it against your skin. Grabbing your bare tits with each hand and squeezing them hard as he continues to slowly kiss your stomach.

“Frankie,” you whimper.

Your seam so wet you know you’ve ruined your underwear completely.

“I’m taking my time tonight LC, don’t rush me.”

Your nickname with its new meaning makes you grin, your face getting hot and your hands coming up to cover your pathetic expression.

“What?” Frankie teases with a smile, his fingers hooking into your shorts and inching them downward to completely expose you.

You don’t say anything. Only smile from ear to ear as Frankie comes back up to your face. Laying most of his weight on top of you and prying your hands away from your face to look at you.

His shirt is off and all that remains between you for clothing is his pants.

He puts your hands to his cheeks and sinks into your touch. The action is incredibly soft, providing a sense of warmth and contentment. It felt as though this is how it should have been from the beginning. Since this is already the most intimate he’s been with you.

“Lucky Charm?” You can’t help but question, staring down at him as he blushes in your hands. The tips of his ears getting red again too.

“It’s so fuckin’ cheesy,” he closes his eyes for a moment, embarrassed.

You giggle and bite your lip, prompting him to open his eyes and look at you again.

“I mean - it is… but I like it.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, in his seductive voice.

You nod as he crawls back up to hover over your face again.

“You like being my little lucky charm, huh?”

A kiss to your lips.

“S’why i can’t lose you.”

He makes his way down your body again, kissing everywhere.

His thumb coming to your clit and rubbing slow circles as he kisses your inner thighs.

You’ve been smiling so much your face starts to hurt, it’s ridiculous. Of course when you wanted to hate Frankie he had to do this.

How could you even believe that the nickname actually meant what he said it does.

Your body gets lost in the feeling of his finger palming at your core, spreading your wet slit open and letting out a small groan.

“Fuckkk,” he hisses, giving your clit a delicate kiss as his fingers spread your arousal all around your cunt.

“You really missed it?” You ask, your voice so meek and innocent, taking him off guard and he can’t help but moan at the sound.

“Ohh, fuck yeah.”

You giggle and Frankie’s tongue licks a strip up the middle of your core, before giving your clit more licks and wet kisses.

“Such a needy little pussy - not like anyone else.”

Your heart thumps louder against your chest as you already feel your orgasm looming.

Just from his tongue.

You flutter around nothing and whimper out to him.

He responds without needing clarification. Plunging 3 thick fingers in all at once.

“Fuck,” you hiss at him. Looking down to see his big brown eyes looking into yours.

They glaze over with possessiveness while his mouth is cupped around your clit and flicking it steady with his tongue.

“Thought you were taking your time?” You breathe out to him, a hand running through your hair as you try to hold off your finish.

His fingers curl up inside you. The squelching sound of them pushing in and out rapidly, mixed with the way he moans against your clit; has you coming undone.

He hungrily laps up every last bit of cum before moving to your face. Your juice still covers his moustache as he licks his lips.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he breaths onto your lips.

You whimper and attach your mouth to his. Sucking at his tongue and each of lips, desperately wanting to taste yourself on him.

He pulls away and stares at you again for the billionth time tonight.

“You’re goin’ for rounds tonight,” he smirks, inches away from your face, as he pushes your hair behind your ears on either side. Kissing your nose and marvelling in the way you look underneath him post orgasm.

“Am I?” You flirt back, batting your lashes.

“Mhmm,” he nods. Sighing as your hands come up to his face and push through his hair to massage his scalp.

“Until you can’t anymore - don’t care if we go ‘til 5AM,” he growls the last part as his hand slips back between your legs to rub at your overly sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s just - mean,” you exhale, eyes fluttering back into your head.

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