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harryleatherfit · 10 months

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Cook Out 🪵

Frankie Morales Oneshot x F!Reader || 6.5K

you met Frankie at the restaurant you owned in town, always loved seeing the man that would eat made you feel good. eventually he got deployed- and things changed. now you’re living together, hosting a cook out for Frankie and his ex-marine friends, but eventually Benny says something that doesn’t go past your head.

warnings: PTSD, mentions of drug use, mentions of NA, mentions of war, mentions of deployment, mentions of body image/weight gain, (men being men), oral (f receiving), dildo use, squirting, over stimulation, clit slapping (if you squint), dick riding, nipple play, FLUFF, no use of a condom (pls like PLS use a condom, no babies too soon)

lmk if i’ve missed any THXX

ONE SHOT PLAYLIST

Roses- George Taylor

D. D- The Weeknd

Work Song- Hozier

Last year, you and Frankie hosted a cookout at your new house. It was an evening for all the ex guys in the marines to relax and share old memories together. Seeing Frankie happy was all you ever wanted, it meant the world to you, and this year that tradition continued.

You’ve been through thick and thin with him, always standing by his side after he got out the military, but in reality you needed each other both equally.

You had met him two months after opening your restaurant, just seeing each other around town. You’ve been together for 3 years now, you both didn’t feel a need to rush anything. You’ve both been married before and had pasts that didn’t need explaining, so time spent together now felt like you were making up years of dread.

You were so euphorically happy with Frankie, you hadn’t felt this free and safe in years. He brought life to you. After dredging through college, forcing yourself to seek a doctorate degree in culinary, you thought you loved it. It was easy to be with Rick through university and culinary school, but then things changed. Opening a restaurant in your busy town brought in business, but being the head chef brought a world of misery. You weren’t prepared to be in that headspace, and Rick left you for it. But out of it you met Frankie.

He would come in, always asking to see you, always asking for the person that made his food. And every single time it was you. It felt so fresh to be sought out after Rick. He kept you from the world, you could never do anything for yourself. You always had to explain yourself, but Frankie was new, and he made your heart jumpstart. You loved to see him come in every week, and soon enough it came to every day. You noticed how proud he was to be with his friends eating out, he was always the responsible one out of all of them. And more nights he came in alone, seeking you. Having meals togethers, having a few drinks together, him staying late and closing the restaurant with you.

Things lead to another, and you finally kissed him, you crossed a line that you thought you sealed off forever. You were still working horrible late nights, and he was still in the depths of the marines. The time apart killed you, but for him, he would do everything in his power not to lose you. You helped him stay clean. You helped him stay away from the one thing that if he touched, he would relapse. You became his drug. And he understood how bad it was to be in a relationship when you were trying to get sober, but you were good. And you made him good. You barely smoked, you had vowed to never touch a drug stronger than weed, and you took care of Frankie. You made sure his emotional and physical state was always 100% above all.

But of course, within months of seeing you, he was deployed. When he was off at night, across the world from you, he would call you during your day, just to hear that sweet voice of yours. Even with things so new with you both, you were his girl.

He hated the military, he hated what it did to him, to his friends, how it fucked with his head. He could never live properly again, and when things got really bad where he was, he confided into coke. It was on the downlow, buying it off of someone in this small village, he didn’t mean for it to turn into something large, but when he couldn’t talk to you, or video chat with you, it killed him. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He wanted to be home with you, he wanted to be in bed with you. The coke let him see you at night, he sniffed so many lines that he thought he heard your laugh with the howls of the night. The stars that you both saw in the sky would turn into your eyes, and they would lull his high brain to sleep. It was a daily cycle, until he got caught.

He was sent home, and you didn’t find out he was home until weeks after you saw his car in his driveway. You were upset with him, you were confused as to why he didn’t want to come see you. You were afraid you did something wrong, and after he got back this was his final hurrah.

Frankie being Frankie, he came into the restaurant almost black out drunk before you were closing, you forgot you gave him a key. He was slurring his words, but he was still always gentle with you.

You sat him in a chair, he was watching you clean your utensils and stock for the night. Make him stay put so you can focus without strangling him. Sit still, you drunk boy.

“I was dishon’rallbly discharged.” He laughs, but your jaw drops.

“B’fore I met you, I was in some bad shit darlin. I was usin, usin bad drugs to keep the military from fuckin me up.”

This immediately made you stop in your tracks, you made eye contact with him and set everything you were washing down. Drugs didn’t scare you, but still a serious topic. He was finally opening up to you and that scared him, realizing he was pushing you away.

“This fuckin deployment,” He hangs his head low, “Got dark, real quick.”

“And b’fore you sweetheart, I thought the meetings after my last deployment really helped, I thought I’d n’ver use again. But I was fuckin wrong.” He whimpers. You’ve never seen a man open up to you like this before.

“NA helped, I was sober for so long, n’meetin you made me never think ‘bout coke again.” He closed his eyes.

“But this trip, I used again.”

You go to him, dropping to your knees and weaving your hands with his.

“It made me see you at night when I was hearin bombs go off. I could hear that voice of yours. I never thought PTSD could get this bad.” His voice falters, all he could imagine at night was laying next to your warm body, entangled and never able to get out of bed.

“Oh Frankie.” You tear up, never realizing what the military could really do to someone.

“N’ one day I was caught, they took my flying license away, n’d I’m under suspension.” A tear slips down his face. “I didn't want to come home and tell you, but now I am. I’m a fuckin loser and you desreve better than me.”

“Frankie, please don’t say that.” You’re crying now, sitting on his lap, head in your arms, “I didn’t know how bad it was for you.”

Then from there on out, Frankie went to his trials, went to NA again. He was so serious about getting better. He got his license back after months of going to meetings, passing drug tests. You took this period to never smoke either. You both were clean from everything and you were helping him the most you could with working in the restaurant.

After a year, you told him you wanted to quit the restaurant, you were done being away from him. He was done with the military, only doing small construction jobs here and there with Benny and Pope.

“Hon, you can’t quit the restaurant, you could hire a chef, and co-own it maybe, but that spot will always be yours.” He always said that, always your spot. So that’s what you did. The restaurant was better than ever for the past couple years, after moving in with each other you both were more financially, emotionally, and physically stable than ever.

This year's cookout was going to be the best yet, civilian life looked good on all the guys, but Frankie had this pep in his step. He always told you he could've never imagined his life to be this way. Because of you, he wanted to live.

“Hey babe, the guys are gonna be here,” He checks his watch, “In about 30?, I'm gonna take a shower while you finish settin up.”

“Sounds good my love.” You walk to him at the doorway, “Tonight’s going to be so much fun. Family.” You smile, everyone here tonight is all family, all people that have taken care of you in Frankie.

“Family.” He kisses you and heads upstairs.

You had to finish setting up the tables outside, the lights, and dicing tomatoes for a cucumber, tomato and feta salad. Tom’s favorite.

Some days when the guys would come over, you could overhear them asking Frankie why he hadn't proposed yet, this never passed your mind, there was no rush.

You could imagine the long white dress, his tux, the flowers, possibly at the beach with trees around you. Or completely in the woods with fairy lights. Only the best people around you. Your younger sister giving a pep talk to Frankie, his family crushing you with hugs.

You adored his mom and dad, their marriage lasting for over 40 years. Still so in love and would never leave each other.

You never understood how people could keep their marriage so long, never defying each other, no cheating, never hiding anything behind each other's back.

In reality, not every relationship will be perfect, but you seriously thought that Frankie is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Sometimes, if you overheard them asking Frankie, he would always respond with, “It’s too soon,” or “It might scare her away,” “I don’t think she wants marriage again.”

You never brought it up to him, because marriage is a soul bonding title and you didn't want him to know you’ve overheard him. It was cliche this day in age, but that is what ties humans together forever.

You would bring it up again someday, maybe when you both were tired and talking to an abyss at night before dozing off to sleep, or maybe at a nice restaurant when it’s about to close and you’re talking about the meaning of life again.

No topic could ever be closed off with him.

You finish the decorations and food, going upstairs to change into a summer sundress. It was way too hot to stay in sweats for the night, you didn’t need to look nice for anyone tonight but a little riot for Frankie would always do the trick. You slip on your meshy light blue dress and you pass the master bathroom.

You could hear Frankie drying off, sniffing his summer cologne, always so fresh on him. The door was slightly cracked, you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. His towel hung so low on his body and he was looking down at his phone. You studied him, how tall he was, how he crossed his legs, how his figure always fucking turned you on. His damp hair dripping, drying into small curls under his ears.

“See something you like, naughty girl?” He looks at you through the mirror.

Shit.

You shake your head, “Oh nothing, sorry Frankie.” You didn’t want to intrude on his time.

He smiles, setting his phone down, egging you on through the mirror, “Don’t be sorry princessa, come in.” He drops his towel, keeping eye contact with you. You could feel the steam of the room seep through the house, not daring to look below his waist.

“I can’t, you know we can't, it's too close to all of them coming.”

“Your loss my love.” He was hard. Ready to take you against the counter, but you had guests to serve. You couldn’t have the guys waiting for you downstairs, listening while Frankie fucks you silly, but the idea doesn’t pass your head for a second. You watch him get dressed and you feel like you’re drooling all over the floor.

“The door rang honey, better keep those eyes to yourself tonight.” His voice lulls you away.

You rush down the stairs, opening the door to Tom and Benny.

“Ahhhhh darlin we’ve been dyin to see you again!” Tom crashes you with a hug, Benny joining, “I brought some wine for later.” Benny says, “Hon, how's the restaurant?”

“It’s good, it’s always so busy now, but I spend my time with that old man now.”

Frankie walks down the stairs hugging the guys and greeting them. Santi and Will come in with more guys you’ve met from over the years. You set out the appetizers, got the bluetooth speaker and filled the cooler with some beers. The backyard was starting to get pretty packed, but you had your own little corner tucked away on a hammock, you were in the middle of a really good sci-fi book, good enough to pass the time before these old farts wanted burgers.

You were happy to see Frankie talking to all his friends, filling each other in over the past year, new girlfriends, how everyone's kids were.

When guys would ask about you, in your peripheral you could see Frankie would always look towards you. Always making sure you were safe. The sun felt so good on your skin, laying back in the hammock, your hair free, basking in the older rock music. Enclosing on the clinks of beer bottles, the hint of cigarette smoke. You loved summer.

“Hey babe, I can fire up the grill but the guys are hungry.” You open your eyes and see the most beautiful man in the world, Frankies face covering the sun for you, tiny sweat droplets formulating under his chin. He got so tan during the summer, and he slipped on linen pants with a white tank top.

“Ok I’ll get the bread.” He helps you get out of your spot without falling, walking through the grass to avoid scorching pavement, all the guys were looking at you. You could hear Santi yelling, “Fish, how'd you get a woman like her?” And the rest of the guys cheered. Frankie shook his head, smiling and holding hands with you.

You get the orders of all the guys, firing up the grill and cooking them all, Frankie getting up to help you when it got too hot for you. Always a team, but he knew his place in the kitchen, you were the chef but he never failed to help you.

You finished all the burgers, you cleaned up and finally got to sit down and eat yours, small talk amongst the guys, talking about a new show on Max. You felt Frankie leave for a second and come back with more food.

“Damn Fish, you’re a beast these days.” Benny pokes him.

“The military had a good way of keepin me in shape I guess.” You can see the defeat in his eyes, not knowing what to say.

“I can see that, you’re fluffin up big guy. Better stay thin for your goddess over there.” Frankie gets up with Benny and they fool around, as always.

“Hey let the man eat, he’s been waitin to have been fed this well, hell we all have been.” Tom chimes.

Benny and Fish settle down, Frankie sitting down next to you again, “What can I say, I’m with the best cook I’ve ever met, I was bound to fatten up at some point. Womens keepin me hostage.” He holds you closer to him.

“I am not, liar.” You snicker, “I didn’t know my food was that good Mr. Morales. To keep you held hostage.” You kiss him, not caring if the guys see, “And no matter what you look like, I’ll always love you for you Frankie.”

“See that’s real love you guys, you all can fuck off.” Benny wails.

You held Frankie tight for the rest of the night, you wanted to talk to him after everyone left, you didn't want Bennys comments to linger in Frankies brain for too long. Frankies body was unique to himself, and no matter fucking what, no matter his weight, no matter if he was bloated, no matter if he had water retention or his face was puffy, why would you fucking care? It took you so long to be happy with your body, you didn’t care about what you looked like anymore.

Of course you upkept your hygiene and personal care, but a fucking number for your body didn’t matter anymore, no human will look the same so why the hell should that contribute to your happiness?

You were sitting upright white Frankie laid back into your lap, playing around with his curls, and you could see a little bit of his soft stomach peeking through under his shirt, but if you could in front of all these guys and pounce the living hell out of him you would.

His skin against the color of his clothes, the arms intertwined with yours, his veins bulging for air.

“Anyone wanna set off some fireworks for this lovely night? I got some in the back of my truck.” Tom surveys.

For a split second you can see the panic in Frankies face, you feel his heartbeat pick up and then you can see the face on all of the guys.

Frankies breath picked up and you looked down to him, giving a minor nod to no, help me get out of this.

“Sorry Tom, our HOA said no fireworks in the streets with such high foliage, I have some sparklers in the house?”

“Ah no worries sweet thing, it was worth a shot, but next time we're all together we should go to an open field and set them off.” The guys agree and you soak in that Frankie is already better.

You couldn’t imagine what the sight and sound fireworks would have done to Frankie.

His panic at just hearing the word set you off, and you couldn’t have let him go through that, and the other worried guys too.

Military just rubs off differently on some people.

“Alright well we all should get out of your guys hair, we’ve been here for quite some time.” Will gets up, grabbing his keys, “Thank you sweetheart for the amazing food as always.”

“Thank you for the salad!” Tom yells.

“Thank you man, for always keepin up with us.” Santi hugs Fish, then you.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world, love you guys. Text me about that house and the details so I can get the right tools.”

“Alright man, be safe, love you guys.”

Frankie closes the door and it’s just you guys now. The sun is low and the clouds are orange, the lighting in the living room peaceful. The backyard needed to be cleaned but both of you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You walk closer to him, hugging against the door. Dying to share his breath.

“Did you have fun?” You ask.

“The most fun in the world, but you wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you were there,” He grabs your face, he kisses you deeply and lingers, “Because all these memories would make me go crazy if you weren’t there.”

“You’d be able to make it without me hotstuff, I promise you would.” You peer into his eyes, inviting him in for more.

“No, I wouldn’t be anyone without you, I wouldn’t be the man I am without you, smart girl. You’re the one that I owe my life to.”

Feverishly you crash your lips to his, never ever able to stop. How could you stop with him? You knew each other's limits, you knew each other's sensitive topics, you knew about each other's lives. You were it for each other, that was final. And you were so fucking happy.

“Take me upstairs Frankie, please.”

He cups your legs, so strong and his body so capable to lift you. You were so happy you almost cried. He meant the entire world to you, and you couldn’t express in words how much he means to you.

“Should we clean up first? All the sweat and outside smell?” He asks, stumbling up the stairs.

“Is that your way of asking me to get naked, Frankie Morales?”

He mutters shyly, “I’d suppose so, pretty girl.”

You agree with a kiss, him closing the door to the bathroom to keep the steam in, setting you down and turning the faucet on. He stands up and turns behind you, moving your hands away from your zipper. His fingers follow the seam of your dress, sliding it down to your feet and helping you step out. He holds his hands out for you to step without falling, heart beating faster every second.

You’ve had sex before but this was irrevocably different.

You turn and find the bottom of his shirt, lifting it above his head, then admiring his body. His skin tone against yours. The hair dipping down into his pants. His shoulders so big you could fall asleep on them.

His soft body matches yours in indescribable ways. Tonight you were going to make love to his body, his heart, his soul. He is your home.

You dip your thumbs into his beige billowy pants, bringing them down to his feet, holding your hands out for him. Leaving you guys in your underwear. Staring at each other. At the same time, you undress yourselves, completely bare in front of the other, vulnerable.

He draws in his breath, “You're beautiful baby, my girl.” His hands linger on your hips, looking you up and down, goosebump following where his thick fingers graze. The hair on your mound brushing against his stomach. He steps into the tub, bringing you with him. The tub was big enough for the both of you to have your own sides. It was a beautiful quartz porcelain, perfect for tonight, perfect for forever. You settled against each other, decompressing in the water, falling in beat with each other's breathing.

“Thank you, about the fireworks thing today darlin. He brought it up and I froze and I couldn’t even speak.” He pauses, “It was like I could hear it all in my head again, and I couldn’t feel you.”

You snuggle into the crook of his neck, “Frankie, I will try to protect you with all my heart, my love. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe.” You graze your lips along the ridges of his neck. He took some shampoo and started to rub it into your hair, not quite touching where you wanted just yet. He was goofing around messing with your hair, rubbing circles on your shoulders, lathering leave-in conditioner for the both of you.

He grabbed the soap bar and started to rub it all over, your thighs, your boobs, your inner thighs, your hips, stomach. Bringing water up to wash the bubbles away.

His gentility always reminded you how much he needed this. He needs to take a step out of reality and focus on himself, not the standards of society. He was still healing.

Knowing his body was behind yours, his arms cupping your stomach, his legs outside yours. The heat of the water was making his body more soft, you were melting into him. You couldn’t deny the growth you felt near your ass.

“Someone’s excited.” You make eye contact with him.

“M’sorry, you feel so good, this feels so good. It’s really needed sweetheart.” He groans.

You tremble against his bulge, moaning for his body. He rests his hands under your boobs, hitching them to your nipples. Pulling at them, trickling water over them to pull at your peaks.

You hiss, “Try that again and we won’t be in here for much longer.”

“Mi amour, we’ll be fucking everywhere in this house for the entire night.”

“You think you’ll get to fuck me for that long? You think you can last the whole night, old man?”

Instantly he picks you up in the water, letting it drip to the bottom. He grabs a towel with his teeth, and you watch the flexing of his arms hold your body against his chest. He wraps it around you, widening the door to your bedroom.

He drops you on the bed. You could hear him rummaging around in your night stand for something, not caring what it was. Falling to his knees on the floor, kissing up to your thighs, massaging the back of your legs, bending them over his back, spreading you open for him. You weren’t shy to be open in front of him, it was natural at this point. The heat inside your entrance was causing you to drip instantaneously. Inviting him in for more.

He took one long stript to your sopping pussy, bracing yourself on the impact of his tongue. You were hungry, you needed him inside you now.

“Gonna be the death of me, yeah princesa? You were waitin for this all day huh? Watching me in the mirror, wearing that dress. You know that dress makes me fuck you silly.”

You can already feel yourself clamping around nothing, practically edging you with his words.

“What? Should’ve had my brains fucked earlier, or now?” You caution.

“Little tiger doesn’t know what she’s asking.” He tuts, you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, begging for him to come inside, “If you take your eyes off me while I eat my pussy for dessert, you get to go sleep in this soft fluffy bed, and I’ll sleep in the living room, and then no cuming tonight.” He brushes his nose on your mound, unraveling you by the second.

“How can that possibly be an agreement?” You whine.

“It just is.” He spits on your clit, watching it slip down to your glistening entrance.

He encloses on your nub, nipping on it like fucking maniac. You immediately threw your hands to his head, grabbing his hair for support.

“Make it hurt.” He growls, “Use me.”

You yell louder than you could bare, so happy you bought a singular home and not an apartment. His tongue breached your entrance, falling in and out at the speed of light. When the fuck did he learn to do that?

“More, give me more Frankie, faster- it feels- so so good.” You were chanting his name as a prayer, you’d go to hell if that meant you could feel his tongue inside you forever.

He drops his hand under the bed, letting go of your legs, grabbing something. You hear a buzz start and your heart drops.

“You like that sound babygirl? Pussy so wet for me, love watching you twitch.” Your body fills with waves, anticipating his touch and the toy he grabbed, “Keep those legs open for me, yeah. Just like that, my good pretty girl.”

When you started dating, you both talked about sex, how you liked it. He tested your limits with you, he watched your body fill to its extent, he loved finding this different world with you. Mixing sex and love together, made you feel things you thought was never true. You were scared he wouldn’t like a woman that craved sex this passionately, but he matched your speed. He understood you on a micro length. Sex with love meant everything to him, and you never had to explain that. He always took care of you, every action he made benefitted the both of you.

Eventually he started using toys, using his old military ropes with you, you even bought him a cock ring, just to torture him some longer.

Now you see your favorite in his hands, a vibrating dildo that makes you feel full to the brim.

“My tongue on your clit, and this inside you, don’t think my pretty girls gonna last too long,” He mutters, “Gonna stretch you wide baby, but it’s gonna feel so good.”

He rubs the toy along your entrance, the vibration making your back arch.

“Please Frankie- feels so good- mhm- put it in- ngh-please.”

He shoves it in, your walls accommodating the size of the toy. You mewl into the air, tugging on his hair harder than ever. He goes back to sucking your clit, twisting the toy into you. Moaning into you. His mustache scruffs against your skin, his nose brushing against your body. You couldn’t control your body. You couldn’t regulate the screams falling out of your throat.

He pushed his free arm on top of your stomach, holding you still. Slowly moving his hand to your boobs. Grabbing them, pinching them with his power. Keeping you open for him.

He upped the setting a few times, you pulsated around the toy, your stomach shaking. Sweat rolling down your face.

“Look at that gorgeous, about to cum around this toy. Greedy fuckin pussy. My greedy fuckin girl’s gonna cum so quick.” You brace your hands, trying hard not to shut your eyes. Your body fluttering against the bed. He pushes into you faster, his hand peeling you out.

“Frankie- I’m gonna cum- please keep going- so good- keep going.”

“That’s it, mi coño. Let me see it.”

A button detonates inside you, the size of the dildo suddenly becoming too much. The sound of your gushing pussy filling your ears. Your cunt pushes the toy out, unfathomably squelching for relief. Your muscles contract after being stimulated far beyond reach. He slaps your clit, watching you flinch from the overstimulation.

He turns off the toy, putting the tip in his mouth, watching him taste you. He moans around the item, your brain being fucked from the sight of it.

“Mhm, such a good girl. Keepin your eyes on me while I fuck you silly. Given me what I want. Think you deserve my cock now?”

You finally close your eyes, catching your breath, recovering from your earth-shattering orgasm.

“Maybe I’m the one that can’t last all night.” You laugh, “Felt so good, you don’t even know Frankie, the vibration near that spot inside me-”

“Oh I bet sweet thing, pussy just fuckin loves to be fucked huh? I bet my cock can finish the job.” He rests his head on your knees, watching you with his eyes. Following your bodies every move.

“Come up here with me, come on big guy.”

He jumps from the floor, laying against the wall of pillows. Coming from the end of the bed, you spring to his lap, straddling him. Faintly kissing him, kissing his collar bone, his pecs, soaking every aspect of him into your body.

“Your perfect Frankie, every inch crafted for me.” You whisper.

He holds your face, “Really? Even if I’m not all that you make it out to be.”

“Hey baby, why would you say that?” You follow the length of his hair, pushing it out of his face.

“I’m not as muscular as I once was, I’m not the physical person that you fell in love with.”

“Frankie, don’t say that.” You back away from him, forwarding space between you both, “Look at me,” You show his hands to your hips, “We’re human, I have love handles, I have hair on my body, I have a pouch all over my stomach. I have cellulite everywhere on my body. You think this is hot?”

“It’s different honey.” He shakes his head.

“It’s not Frankie,” You graze your hands over his stomach, “I’m so grateful I get to feed you and keep you nourished. Seeing your body grow after the military, made me the happiest girl in the world. This is your body, your temple. We must take care of it. That’s where it started, right? You ate in my restaurant and we fell in love. I love your belly, I love your fuckin strong arms, I love how you can pick me up without hesitation,” You moan, “I love how you melt into my body, so soft.”You lick your lips, “Earlier I could see a little bit poking out of your shirt and I wanted to jump your bones right there. Your body, Frankie, drives me fucking insane. You can see for yourself.” He looked down at your cunt, practically dripping all over his legs, you couldn’t help it.

He laughs, “I’m just an old man with the prettiest girl in the world.”

“Then that makes me the luckiest girl in the world. No matter what you look like, you’re always my love, it’ll be my dying wish to make you feel comfortable in this perfect body. You’re my home.” You felt slight relief, you didn’t want to ruin the moment but it was all becoming too much for you. “I love you Frankie, I love you more than life.” The tears almost break your eyes, “And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.”

He kisses you, deeply, “My perfect girl, always my perfect girl. M’gonna spend the rest of my life lovin you til we're bones in the ground.”

You grind against him, feeling him inside and out.

“My big guy, always keepin me full and stuffed.” You groan against him.

“You like bigger guys baby? You like my cock kissing your pussy? Your cervix feeling my cock cumming inside?”

“Fuck me already Frankie, please.”

He finds your entrance, shoving his cock inside. You were wet, but his cock was much bigger than the dildo. He was stretching you to the brim, falling your hands behind your back, riding him like it was your job.

You didn't care about wearing a condom anymore with him, nothing mattered anymore. You only wanted him inside you bare.

Your head was filled with stars so bright in your mind you could only focus on the feeling of his precum leaking inside you.

“It’s sad sometimes Frankie,” You groan, “I bet most of those guys today don’t get to fuck like you do. Bet they don’t get to feel a pussy as good as mine.” You continue to ride him, bracing your head to his. Sweat dripped from you both, “No baby, they don’t. They don’t get to have my girl. All mine.” You move your feet to his sides, supporting your body up. Your glutes were on fire from squaring your hips around his dick. The slap of your skin together firing inside your head.

“They’re all so skinny, I can't imagine what sex is with one of them.” You felt him twitch in the pit of your stomach. He takes control and starts to fuck up into you. Hovering over his dick to embrace the force. You rolled your eyes, gasping for air.

“You like that, a big fuckin guy, with a big cock to fuck you good? Not happy with a skinny guy and a skinny cock?” He growls. The sensation powerful enough to short circuit your brain. His stomach slapping against your mound, friction causing you to squirm.

“My fucking girl gettin split open on my cock, draining me dry. Filthy fuckin girl.”

You mewled with his words. His dick feels like a joystick inside you. The further you slid down him, the depths he reached inside you made you go feral.

The scene of you bent over his dick, his lower body fucking deeper into you by the second.

He sits up against the headboard, intertwining your arms behind your back. You had no way to touch him, no where to brace your weight. You were his fuck doll.

You watched where he kept meeting you, slipping in and out, never stopping.

“Don’t stop- don’t stop- keep going- Frankie it’s so good- big perfect cock,” You look disheveled, hair everywhere, eyes faded, skin rosy, “Pound my fuckin pussy-use me-Frankie ngh bruise me. Come inside me. Fill me-leave every- ounce inside me.” You cry.

He grunts, his cock torments your walls. You feel spurts hit the back of your pussy, filling you. He slides into you, heaven falling onto earth. He doesn't stop forcing himself inside you, burrowing his cum inside you. You see the semi-clear liquid ooze past his shaft, smearing onto his stomach.

“Yeah you like that? Love fuckin watchin my cum slip outside.” He growls, he slips his head back inside you, pulling you down onto him. His cum inside you made you feel warm, the imagine of having his kids flash through your head. Fuck they’d be cute.

“ I want every drop inside you on my dick pretty girl, you think you can do that? You think you can squirt all of over my fuckin stomach?”

Your body shakes, shaking your head yes. Doing as he says like his good fucking girl.

“Your turn princesa, show me what your pussy can do, soak my fuckin cock.”

You couldn’t understand how he just kept on going. You hadn’t even cum on his dick yet and you were tired.

He starts pounding inside you, his stamina so strong, so sure you were gonna pour over him. You couldn’t think, the words were exasperated from you. The only thought of how much you loved his cock. How good his body makes you feel.

“Frankie- I cant hold it in much longer, please let me cum, please- please- I love your fucking cock.” You squeal. Your jaw going slack.

“Pussy so open for me naughty girl. Do it, spray me with your squirt, fuckk.”

You feel galaxies explode inside your head, suddenly interstellar not seeming like a bad place to go. They way he would speak to you, speak while fucking you crazy. Your orgasm intoxicates your brain, overtaking your body. He doesn’t stop shoving inside of you, the only sound in the room being your breath and your pussy swallowing his cock.

You look each other in the eyes, recognizing that feeling of your lower body swelling with his dick inside you. His eyes were eating you alive, you couldn’t take how powerful his body was, how terrifying your connection was with each other right now.

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the stream tangle past his cock. You squeeze around him, suffocating his dick. You see his cum mix with yours, all over his base.

“Squirtin all over me, my fucking crazy girl.” He purrs, “Dick controlling that brain, cmon keep goin, such a good girl.”

He slung his cock out at you, slapping your clit with his throbbing head. Spreading you apart, coaxing you for more. You finish dripping down on him, relief flooding your body. He caresses your tits, watching as the ecstasy flows through you.

“Pussys gonna kill me. So fuckin breathtaking beautiful mi amour.” He shoves your hair behind your ear. Holding each other.

You fall on top of him, hugging him. Catching your breath. The smell of sex and sweat was beyond prominent, but you two didn’t mind. It was natural. You’d eventually get up, he would clean himself out of you, change the sheets, maybe grab something to eat. But right now, you only wanted to be with him.

“I could stay here for years, Frankie.”

“Then we will princesa, always and forever.”

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sooo happy 4th of july 🤗🤗 don’t go too crazy everyone, i love you all. chapter 11 of upper east side will be up at the end of this week

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Cookout Hyung Line + Jimin

wc: 3.4k

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NAMJOON

• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived

• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all

• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor

• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him

• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents

• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice

• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family

• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up

• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then

• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up

• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"

• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit

• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around

• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"

• "......."

• "........"

• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."

• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake

• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family

• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters

• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories

• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart

• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"

• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."

• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"

• "Mama!"

• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother

• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos

• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"

• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."

• "But why? You're adorable in these~"

• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."

• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake

• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said

• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"

• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."

• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade

• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you

• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-

• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"

• all hell breaks loose

• everybody asking questions left to right

• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it

• "...did...did he just...?"

• ....yeah, he stole ya family

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SEOKJIN

• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family

• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho

• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard

• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'

• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents

• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax

• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over

• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"

• "Really mama?!"

• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"

• ate every and anything placed in front of him

• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts

• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.

• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"

• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"

• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"

• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken

• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table

• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on

• "What's this?"

• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."

• "I'll take 50 of them."

• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"

• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"

• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation

• what's it about?

• you guessed it: food

• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments

• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)

• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on

• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left

• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event

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YOONGI

• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room

• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"

• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"

• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."

• "...Whatever let's just go."

• "Now don't forget your facema-"

• "Yoongi!"

• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."

• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed

• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-

• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."

• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats

• the kids and your cousins are amazed

• "Woah...that's so dope!"

• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"

• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready

• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face

• eats only one plate that was made by you

• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company

• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."

• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion

• "Um...what the fuck is this?"

• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"

• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"

• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"

• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size

• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"

• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."

• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."

• "You do know they just got out right?"

• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."

• "Yoongi!"

• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat

• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)

• dances...very very aggressively

• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table

• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize

• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion

• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?

• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"

• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown

• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"

• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."

• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT

• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it

• "Now listen here young man-"

• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."

• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that

• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle

• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."

• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."

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HOSEOK

• he's excited

• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all

• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family

• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile

• some even came up to you complaining about it

• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."

• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"

• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."

• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."

• "Oh oka-what?"

• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend

• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt

• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"

• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"

• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"

• he laughs brightly at her words

• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."

• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction

• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him

• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child

• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."

• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."

• "Well I like him!"

• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time

• when you bring up his world-known status they are s h o o k

• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all

• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"

• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone

• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you

• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor

• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."

• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins

• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you

• not at all

• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok

• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them

• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry

• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."

• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"

• ...ANYWAYS

• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started

• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'

• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'

• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes

• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving

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JIMIN

• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around

• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to

• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick

• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."

• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face

• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer

• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him

• "His parents are in Empire."

• "Really? Say sike right now."

• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"

• "..."

• "...you know, now that you mention it..."

• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."

• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more

• "Has ____ been good?"

• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"

• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"

• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"

• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."

• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"

• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most

• good with baby cousins

• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."

• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.

• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours

• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"

• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"

• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"

• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."

• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."

• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."

• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"

• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."

• ANYWAYS

• everybody adore him

• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him

• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody

• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately

• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"

• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"

• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'

• some even had to walk away from that one

• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family