#fran romero fanfic

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : father forgive me for I have sinned— but I regret nothing. first time writing a threesome so I hope I did it well !! 🤧 also,, rightful honourary tags will be all the way below the fic! 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your boyfriend, Francisco, proposes to you to have a threesome with his friend & cast mate, Esteban. you might be reluctanct at first, but you’ll end up mentally thanking him for coming up with the idea. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 4.5k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, some fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader x Esteban Kukuriczka

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; threesome, fingering, slight breast/nipple play, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking, handjob, getting cummed in your mouth & having to swallow it, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, profanity, some praising, them fighting a little bit for your attention (sorry I had to lmaoo).

“Don’t you think it could be fun?”

And yet again, your boyfriend insisted on having a threesome. It seemed that the idea of sharing you somehow thrilled him.

Delicately, your fingers played with strands of his dark blonde hair as his head rested on your lap. Arching your eyebrows, you lowered your gaze — since you were supposed to calmly be watching TV together — to stare at him, only to find him attentively staring back at you with his pretty green eyes.

Several days had passed since Fran first proposed a threesome, but he had been particularly insisting on it since a few days ago. You felt shy at the thought of it, but not uncomfortable — you couldn’t deny, you felt quite intrigued and curious.

“Okay, fine. You might be right, and it could be fun.” you replied, continuing to play with his hair lovingly. “But with who are we going to have a threesome, anyways? I can’t really think of anyone to join us, if I wanted to.” some seconds of silence loomed between you two after your question, no one in particular really came to your mind to have such intimate experience. “Well... I might be able to think of someone,” his words trailed off, quietly.

You raised your eyebrow curiously, awaiting for him to continue. His gaze lingered elsewhere, thinking silently, before going back to stare at you with a meek grin. “Kuku told me many times before that he thought you were a very pretty girl, and that I was lucky to have you, so...” at his comment, you immediatly furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a heated fluster occupy your cheeks, understanding what he tried to imply. You felt reluctanct at the idea of asking Kuku such a thing, but at the same time... He was a good option.

Before you officially began dating Fran, while they were still filming La Sociedad de la Nieve, he had introduced you to his cast mates. All of them were incredibly sweet and fun to be around — but at that moment, you felt particularly attracted to one of them, and that was Esteban Kukuriczka. It was a crush that didn’t last long, as you began dating Fran a short while after crushing on Kuku, and of course, all the love and affection you had to offer, was devotedly given to your now boyfriend.

“Are you... Being for real?” you seemed baffled, dumbfounded. “What if he isn’t into that type of thing, and gets upset at us—” quickly before you could further continue with your objection, Fran shifted positions so instead of having his head resting on your lap, he was sitting next to you, with one of his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to his own.

“I’m certain he won’t decline, trust me.” he continued, “Besides, I know you’d like him to join us. I remember being jealous when you had a crush on him, before we started dating... And now, I don’t mind sharing you with him.” you clicked your tongue at his teasing, failing to hide the growing blush in your cheeks. “And... I also know he’s certainly going to appreciate the fact that I’m willing to share you.” moving your gaze away to avoid his own strong staring, you considered what he had told you.

Both of them were extremely close while, and after filming the movie — Fran knew him much better than you did, and if he said Kuku would accept having joining you for a threesome, you wholeheartedly trusted him. After all, despite being hesitant, you were willing as well to try new experiences. And it was even better if there were two involved with you, rather than just one.

His hand gently moved up and down your arm, caressing it, as you thought quietly to yourself. And it didn’t take you long to consider it, as you turned around once again to stare at him, slightly grinning. The expression on his face resembled that of an eager puppy, knowing you’d most likely accept.

“You know what? Fine,” you began, “I’d very much like him to join us. You can ask him if he wants to.” and with your approval, a sigh of relief escaped from him. Your boyfriend had always been committed to pleasuring you in any possible way that there was, and he was insistent on trying new experience because, eventually, Fran knew you would like them.

“Gracias, mi amor.” cupping both your cheeks firmly, Fran pressed a loving smooch on your forehead, making you widely grin. All that there was left to do now, was send a message to his cast friend, and simply find a proper day where you would all be free.

“You won’t regret it, we will both make sure you are properly taken care of.”

You knew your reluctance would eventually bend into acceptation of the idea of a threesome— and to further develop into genuinely fancying it.

The pounding of your heart increased rapidly, beating loudly against your chest; it made your entire body tremble slightly. As Fran had previously reassured you, Kukuriczka did accept the proposal of joining the two of you for a threesome — and currently, you found yourself in the bed you shared with Francisco... Being pampered in loving kisses and gentle touches by both him, and Kuku.

It felt strange, to have two men thrown entirely at you, showering you with a teasing affection; but you weren’t complaining at all. In fact, you could quite get used to the feeling with no problem at all, as you enjoyed receiving the attention from both of your favourite boys.

Soft groans spurred delicately from your lips. Your eyes were closed, tilting your head to a side as you sweetly, yet fervently kissed Fran; moaning quietly against his lips. His warm hand was under your shirt, possesively caressing one of your breasts, squeezing it and brushing his thumb across your hardened nipple; knowing it was an easy way to get you turned on.

It didn’t help either to feel the elder Argentine man’s thin lips pressing smooches all over the soft spots of your neck, occasionally on your shoulder, as his hand had sneaked inside your underwear, rubbing his fingers across the wet entrance of your pussy in a teasing manner. “Already eager to feel two cocks inside of you, hm?” he teased, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin, making you pull briefly from your boyfriend’s lips. “And to think you were making such a fuss of it yesterday, not wanting to get him upset at us— Now, you’re all wet for us.” your boyfriend remarked, smiling proudly, squeezing your breast possesively.

“Shut up.” you muttered in between soft pants, trying to dismiss both as you were being stimulated by them. It seemed as if they enjoyed taking their time with you and playing around, appreciating every single reaction of yours. A crimson tint notoriously occupied your cheeks, spreading across your face at the teasing actions of both men.

Before you, or any of the boys, could say anything else, you felt two fingers abruptly entering deeply into your moist cunt, thrusting gently. “Fuck,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider unconsciously— leaving both men satisfied with your response. For your aching hole, being filled with Kuku’s fingers was a relief.

Initially, his movements inside of you with his digits were careful, appreciating every inch of your inner walls — and it didn’t take too long until both fingers were coated with your slick, working as a lubricant to slide inside of you more easily. Aching for more, you began moving your hips against his fingers, helping him to satisfy you.

“Your boyfriend’s right, you do look so pretty when you’re wet.” a grunt spurred from your lips, trying to think of something coherent to reply, but you felt too fogged by the pleasure you received. You squirmed even more when his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips for a brief moment. “He’ll need to share you with me more often.” something that was both adorable and fun to notice, was just how flustered — and incredibly wetter — you got at the mention of both men talking about you in a sexual manner, being taken care of by both of them.

On the other hand, Fran shamelessly lifted your shirt, leaving both your tits exposed. If there was a part of your body that never failed to fervidly turned him on, those were your breasts — and he adored getting his hands and mouth on them. Faint grunts kept escaping from you as the pace of the fingerfucking increased, and the dark blonde haired Argentine’s mouth took your breast that he had been previously squeezing, moving his hand to your other tit, trying to give as much equal attention to them as possible.

Wet kisses were placed across your aureola, only to then teasingly, leisurely pass his tongue over your stimulated nipple, and he occasionally nibbled on the sensitive skin of your breast. At the feeling, you moved your chest forward, giving him more access to use his mouth. Your hand went to the back of Fran’s head, interwining messily your fingers in between his blonde curls, burying his head on your chest to encourage him further to keep going.

The other man’s fingers began thrusting harder, and faster in and out of you. Your head was slightly thrown back; the sound of your timid moans and the fleshy sound of your pussy being continously stimulated were the only things heard in the room.

“It seems that your boyfriend treats you quite well, doesn’t he?” with his free hand, Kukuriczka delicately took hold of your chin, forcing you to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. Your own wetness oozed out of you, staining your inner thighs — and having Fran’s mouth ravenously taking your breast and kneading the other wasn’t helping at all. You bit your lower lip as you stared at the older man, feeling another one of his fingers slip inside of you. “He’s stretched you so well, that I can fit three fingers inside of you.”

He had been previously given permission to kiss you if the opportunity was presented, and so, he did. Tilting his head softly, Kuku leaned closer to your face, pressing his lips against your own in a delicste manner while his three fingers intensely thrusted inside of you, beginning to hit that sweet spot of yours.

It didn’t take him too long to figure out which spot of your insides was the most vulnerable, as his fingers got further coated with your dripping slick, you arched your back and your moans became loud whimpers — Esteban was going to abuse that one spot as much as he could.

Moaning against his lips as your hips rolled against his fingers, you felt a knot beginning to faintly form on your stomach. “Such a sweet, good girl you are. You must be enjoying all the pampering we are giving you, aren’t you?” he whispered quietly, pulling away from a moment before going back to endearingly kiss you, and all you could do in response, is deeply hum dumbfounded. By the feeling of your inner walls tightening around his digits, it was obvious you would be about to cum.

The hand resting on the back of Fran’s hair tightened it’s grip on his blonde curls, appreciating the blatant feeling of devotion for your tits; having him filling them with kisses, licking, squeezing them, and even some bruising would appear on your skin from all his nibbling and lovebiting.

The gentle kiss you had been giving to your boyfriend’s cast mate was interrupted as you suddenly broke it away, softly gasping. Fran had abruptly stopped from giving any more attention to your breast with his mouth, pulling apart as his green eyes darted towards the other man, and the hand that was pampering your other breast was playfully — and a bit jealously — placed on Kuku’s face to push him away from you.

“That’s my girlfriend, not yours. Don’t get too confident with her.” immediatly with a scoff, Esteban removed Fran’s hand from his face. The younger Argentine possesively wrapped an arm around you, placing his cheek against your own flustered one. “Too bad you agreed to share her with me, and she seems to be quite enjoying all the attention.” you huffed in annoyance at their little childish fight for you, frustrated at how the fingers inside of you stopped thrusting intensely, just when you felt like cumming.

“Just look at how I ruined your girlfriend.” with a soft whimper, the three fingers inside of you were pulled out from your abused cunt only to leave an empty aching space in you— but he proudly showed his fingers entirely coated in your dripping wetness to your boyfriend, and not only that, but as well as the sight of your visibly trembling legs already said enough. It was true you felt ruined by such stimulation, but they both deserved their rightful credits.

The blonde haired Argentine scoffed at the sight, feeling slight jealousy— but it was cute to see him like that, when he was the one to propose a threesome, and now he felt possesive over you. “It’s not like I haven’t left her like that before, and I’ve done a much better job than you!” he retorted, looking at you lovingly with his green eyes, searching for approval. “Haven’t I, cariño?”

Both men fixed their stare on you, making you simply groan out of frustration. You couldn’t care less about their possesiveness over you and their fighting about which one made you wetter— you needed them inside of you, at the same time. They already managed to make you wet enough equally. “I don’t really care, my love.” you replied frankly, with an increasing desperation to feel both of them. “I would appreciate it if you both shut up, and just fuck me for once.”

Either way, they both felt satisfied to hear your answer. They exchanged knowing looks for a brief moment, making your boyfriend grow a wide grin on his lips. In the atmosphere, it still lingered the possesiveness they both felt foe your attention— but they knew just how to take care of the situation. With the brief stare that they exchanged, it was as if they had told each other ‘we’ll see who makes her moan the most’; and it would be like an unspoken, fun little game between them.

“Don’t get too desperate, my love.” Fran, still grinning to himself at your response, nuzzled the tip of his nose against your cheek before placing a tender smooch against it. “We’re getting to that part now.” his gaze lowered to the shorts you wore, moving his hand to slip it under them slightly, teasingly. “Suck him off, now, and I’ll take care of you from behind, in the meantime.”

You quietly whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin, having his lips continuing to place gentle pecks. All you could do is hum and nod in agreement— you could feel your own underwear getting stickier with your own slick at the thought of being filled with their cocks. The sight of you being so ruined and sensitive at the slightest stimulation they provided to you was such a delight.

“On your knees, then.” the younger Argentine commanded, placing a last kiss on your shoulder before moving away slightly, giving you enough space to shift positions. An overwhelming feeling of shyness took over you, but you felt too fogged by horniness to even focus on the growing timid feeling.

Kukuriczka fixed his own position, softly leaning against the pillows in the bed, spreading his legs wide enough for you to have space to get in between them, as Fran allowed you to settle. Shyly, you crawled closer to the older man, nibbling on your lower lip delicately. Your hands trembled with anticipation, moving them to his pants to remove them.

“I-Is it okay if I take this off?” you meekly asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes. The nervousness you felt was notorious, and beautifully adorable for them. “Why are you even asking, love?” his hand moved to gently stroke your cheek with the back of his index finger, giving his approval for you to continue. A sheepish grin appeared on your lip, feeling your face grow flustered.

With your hands, you leisurely lowered down both his pants, and his underwear. It’s not like you hadn’t sucked off your boyfriend before— you did, many times; but this was another man, and it was another man you had crushed on before. As soon as you managed to remove his lower clothing, your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his hard cock timidly, and dumbfoundedly.

“Like what you see?” as it was obviously expected, he noticed you staring at his thick manhood, and his hand went to stroke your hair affectionately. You nodded vehemently, trying not to stutter. “Y-Yes, I do.” you replied, smiling stupidly to yourself at the way Kuku gently, yet teasingly treated you.

“But it’s not any better than mine, of course.” your boyfriend scoffed from behind of you, making the other man roll his eyes. “We’ll see that.” Kukuriczka answered back, helplessly making you grin at the little fights they had, to either get more of your attention, or praising.

Fran placed himself delicately on top of you, using his lips to place small, tender kisses on your shoulder as one of his hands played with your shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. In the meantime, you slowly wrapped your hand around Kukuriczka’s cock. From it’s tip oozed pre-cum, and your lips placed a small wet kiss on it, staining your lips faintly with the fluids. With your lips, you kept placing small kisses all over the tip, occasionally moving down a bit to spread the kisses further.

Teasingly, at one moment, you slowly passed your tongue through his tip, savouring all the dripping pre-cum. With pride, you smiled to yourself slightly at the feeling of his cock twitching for you, already— along with his soft grunts, and the way he moved his hips forwards needily, eager to have you suck him off.

Tenderly, your hand began moving up and down on his manhood, stroking him. Leaning closer and partly opening your lips, you took him into your mouth. You moved softly down onto his shaft as deep as you could, trying not to choke yourself as your tongue caressed his size, taking him entirely into your mouth. As his hand had been stroking your hair gently, his hand helplessly formed into a grip on your hair, helping you move your head.

“Fuck,” he grunted quietly, throwing his head back. Despite wanting to be as gentle as possible with you, Kukuriczka couldn’t help it— his hand buried you deeper into his cock as his hips moved forwards to make you take him further, while your hand increased the pace in which it stroked his shaft. Gods, you were atrociously good at it; Esteban never doubted it when he thought — and said — Fran was lucky to be your boyfriend.

On the other hand, Fran had already managed to lower down both your shorts, and underwear at the same time. He couldn’t help but notice the way you were dripping wet for both of them. “She’s so good at it, isn’t she?” Fran chirped playfully, noticing how Kuku seemed to enjoy the attention you were currently giving him— and saying he enjoyed it was an understatement.

“And she’s so beautifully dripping wet for our cocks.” those last words, had been whispered against your ear. All you could do in response was needily grunt, as your mouth was filled with the other man’s hardened shaft. A bit desperately, having noticed just how wet you were, he lowered down his own underwear in a swift motion. Just like Kuku, his own cock was erected as well— needy to feel your inner walls milking him ravenously. It didn’t take him long to place it’s tip on your entrance, and delicately slip his shaft inside of you.

The slipping-in of his cock inside of you had been quite easy and smooth, as your slick worked as a lubricant. You were no stranger to the feeling of your boyfriend’s cock, but you couldn’t help but feel pleasantly overwhelmed at the sensation of two cocks filling your holes. In response to his penetration, you grunted against the other dark haired Argentine’s cock, almost choking on it.

“Your girlfriend is such a good girl. Look at how well she can take two cocks at once,” a rosy haze overtook your cheeks as you heard the two men praising you, hearing their ragged breathing in between each words. You briefly pulled apart from Kuku’s cock, leaving a thin trail of saliva as you tried to catch some air, and a whimpered moan spurred from you. You didn’t know whose name to moan first.

Grunts continued to escape from your lips as Fran continously slipped deeper inside of you, and then out. His movements were initially gentle as always, only to become faster & rougher with the passing of the time. Your inner walls so deliciously tightened around the familiar feeling of his cock, making him proudly smile. Barely being able to think, you kept using your hand to masturbate Esteban, feeling fogged at the pleasure being received.

“Your boyfriend is fucking you so well, that you’re forgetting to use that pretty little mouth of yours— aren’t you?” Kukuriczka teased, as his hand moved towards your chin, using his thumb to brush it across your lips. “Keep going, bonita.” he encouraged, his thumb forcing it’s way into your mouth so you would open it, and his cock entered your mouth once again. There was no complaint from your part, as you needily began tasting his shaft again.

Your tongue swirled across his size, releasing some muffled groans as his hips moved in a way that they almost reached your throat, and Fran took a firm hold of your hips, fucking your overstimulated cunt a bit harder. His cock was entirely coated in your cum, causing a faint fleshy sound to echo across the room, along with the moaning and panting of both men, and your own grunts.

A tear threatened to escape from the corner of your eye, doing your best to focus on both giving, and receiving. Kuku moved his hand on the back of your head, interwining his fingers between strands of your hair, burying his cock deeper into your mouth— and you tried to keep up with the motion, trying not to choke as you were burdened with pleasure, your hand as well masturbating him faster. Their moaning became slightly louder, both occasionally muttering your name so beautifully in between pants.

Both their cocks inside of you pulsated heavily, indicating that they were about to cum— and they were going to cum inside you. “F-Fuck, you’re so tight. I-I’m going to cum,” your boyfriend grunted against your ear, feeling how your walls tightened even more firmly around his shaft, placing sloppy kisses all across your neck with his hot breath hitting against your skin. A knot formed inside your own stomach, aching for release, as well as a tighteing fiery feeling in your chest.

Some seconds had passed, with the increasing sound of the moans, praises, and the intensity in which they fucked your mouth and pussy, having you nearly melting between them. And as expected, it didn’t take long until all of you simultaneously came. Your boyfriend firmly pushed himself against you, burying his cock as deep as possible, releasing his own hot seed into your moist inner walls.

The other older Argentine kept your had as still as possible with his hand holding the back of your head, groaning loudly as you felt the warmth of his cum filling your mouth. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t doubt in proudly swallowing all the hot, salty seed— even having slightly pulled apart briefly after he came, with some drops of his cum staining your lips, and chin. You released a muffled groan, feeling their cum filling both your holes, and your own cum being pleasantly released; dripping through your inner thighs, and leaving Fran’s shaft all stained with your slick.

For some seconds after all of you released at the same time, you stood still. Leaving another trail of saliva behind, you pulled apart from Kuku’s cock, catching some air to breathe; panting heavily as your entire body shook with the pleasure that washed over you. While your hand let go of his shaft, with a wet pop, Fran slipped outside of you. It made your insides feel empty, and cold— yet, the feeling of his cum and your own oozing out of your pussy felt satisfying; and it was a sight he always admired for a few seconds with pride.

Weakly, you crawled towards Kuku, whose chest rose and fell continously as he panted, and fell on top of him. Fran did the same as you did, but instead, he gently laid on top of you. His arms were possesively wrapped around your body, placing some loving little kisses all over your shoulder blade, as Esteban placed one of his hands on your arm, and the other one sweetly stroked your hair. You were such a loving, beautiful girl— it made him feel good to know, he could share you with Fran.

Kukuriczka kissed the top of your head as you panted as well, meekly smiling and blushing to yourself while both men filled you with pampering little kisses. “T-This was rather fun, I liked it.” you muttered, as you could feel Fran smiling at your remark while he kept kissing your shoulders, and Kukuriczka grinned as well. “We should do this more often, all of us together.” you continued.

“We should, and we will.” Fran retorted, tracing a mindless shape on your arm with the tip of his finger. “Unless... You are both up for a second round, instead of waiting until next time?”

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` honourary tags to my darling beloveds.ᐟ

To my sweet love @lady-ashfade, for having accepted to be my beta reader despite not crushing on the actors, nor being part of the fandom. For your constant sweetness, tenderness, how you fangirl along me about my favourite boys (and I with yours!), and for your words of encouragement too. I love you so much, baby!! Thank you for everything we allow to share with each other! 🥺💗

And as well, to my most beloved sweet girls, @luceracastro + @castawaycherry!! You both also encouraged me to write this fic, and always support me on each work I do, and each idea I have for our boys— and also, you girls are both the loveliest, most positive people ever. Me siento tan afortunada de haberlas conocido, gracias por todo el cariño que me dan, y espero devolverles todo ese amor 1000 veces más!! 🥰❤

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[mean-strawberry]

I AM ONCE AGAIN BEGGING 😭 PLEASE WRITE FOR THESE MEN FOR GOOD LUCK AND WHATEVER Y’ALL NEED IN LIFE RIGHT NOW

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[sluttforromero]

missing you 🩰 ♡ ⁺‧₊˚🧸💌 🦢 fran romero

tw: smut, creampie e afins <3 não revisei, se achar algum erro mil perdões!!!

"por que saiu?" você ouviu a voz sonolenta de fran quando fechou a porta do guarda-roupas.

ele ainda estava do mesmo jeito que você havia deixado na cama, os braços ao redor do travesseiro e os cabelos bagunçados sobre o lençol. estava lindo. sempre estava.

"banho" você sorriu. "ao menos um de nós precisa estar limpo".

ele revirou os olhos e virou de costas enquanto você riu baixinho e rumou para dentro do banheiro.

era domingo à noite, o que significava que era o dia em que você tirava para fazer a manutenção do seu corpo, hidratava o cabelo, esfoliava a pele e literalmente se arrumava para dormir, porque depois de uma longa semana não havia nada melhor do que sentir o seu próprio perfume enquanto os lençóis pareciam seda sobre a sua pele. era o paraíso.

o banho demorou uns trinta minutos, somados aos quarenta que você passou escovando o cabelo e fazendo seu skin care, você viu fran com os olhos tranquilamente fechados quando retornou ao quarto.

o que te deixou um pouquinho desapontada, por que para finalizar o domingo e iniciar uma nova semana você precisava transar. e especificamente naquele dia você estava demasiadamente carente de fran.

depois de ponderar se iria realmente acordá-lo só porque estava com tesão, você desistiu, ainda era tímida demais para fazer esse tipo de coisa. você deitou na cama e puxou o braço de fran para cima do seu corpo, formando uma conchinha.

"você tá muito cheirosa" ele falou sonolento, te puxando para mais perto.

você apertou levemente a mão dele que estava entrelaçada com a sua quando ele enfiou o rosto na sua nuca. fazendo seus pelos se eriçarem a cada vez que o ar quente batia contra sua pele.

fran enfiou uma das pernas por entre a sua chegando ainda mais perto, nesse ponto, para quem visse a cena de fora era no mínimo confuso tentar distinguir onde um terminava e o outro começava. você não pode dizer que não tentou, os minutos se passaram e o tesão que você imaginou (quase torceu para) que fosse embora praticamente triplicou.

você precisava dele; e precisava agora.

um suspiro cansado escapou dos seus lábios quando você chamou o nome dele e ele não respondeu. seria um certo vacilo acordá-lo mas você faria valer a pena.

você segurou a mão de fran e a levou até de baixo da camisa que você usava, encaixando ela perfeitamente em um dos seus seios. em seguida você tornou a movimentar levemente o quadril contra o dele. não demorou para que esses movimentos sutis foram se convertendo em reboladas mais brutas e lentas.

o típico calor escaldante começou a se formar no seu ventre e sua mão pronta mente se movimentou até lá. você se agradeceu mentalmente por não ter vestido uma calcinha naquela noite. sua boceta estava pegajosa quando seu dedo começou a roçar de leve no clitóris, fazendo movimentos circulares. alguns minutos se passaram e quando estava prestes a gozar você parou quando ele apertou seu peito com força.

"você me acordou" a voz lenta de fran chegou a seu ouvido. ele estava tão perto que você podia sentir os lábios dele roçando contra o seu pescoço.

"desculpa" você falou um pouco envergonhada mas não o suficiente para tirar seus dedos do meio das pernas.

"você realmente não tem limites, não é?" o tom dele começou sério porém você sabia que era só pose. na verdade você conseguia sentir que ele queria aquilo tanto quanto você. dava pra dizer pela dureza que estava roçando na sua bunda.

"vamos fran, por favor" você pediu manhosa segurando a mão dele contra o seu peito, o fazendo te apertar com vontade. "não como se seu pau não estivesse duro feito uma pedra aqui embaixo..."

ele não pode evitar de sorrir. era novidade você dizer esse tipo de coisa.

"só porque você tá cheirosa demais pra deixar passar"

numa rapidez surpreendente ele já estava sem o shorts e você já tinha se livrado da camiseta.

você, como um gato manhoso, engatinhou até se sentar no colo de fran. a luz amarelada do abajur faziam os olhos dele, ainda semi cerrados, ficarem num tom de verde água que prendeu sua atenção por longos segundos.

"anda, se mexe, você não me acordou á toa" ele disse e você piscou algumas vezes voltando a si.

"você fala demais"

o beijo de vocês era úmido e pegajoso, daquele tipo que faz um barulho molhado sempre que os lábios se tocavam. ele suspirou contra sua boca no momento que seus dedos serpentearam até tocar-lhe o pau.

estava duro, as veias estavam mais pretupebrantes que o normal, o que te deixou satisfeita e sorrindo entre um beijo e outro. a sua mão o segurava firme, subindo e descendo mas de forma lenta. tortuosamente lenta. fran, que já estava ofegante e ansioso não demorou para mover o quadril para cima, tentando ter o máximo de contato com a sua mão mas você forçou seu corpo contra as coxas dele, o fazendo parar.

"sempre tão ansioso. nunca deixa eu brincar do meu jeito" você sussurrou no ouvido dele, que por sua vez te xingou baixo, te fazendo rir em resposta.

você até iria provocar mais um pouco caso não estivesse tão ansiosa e excitada quanto ele. você inclinou-se um pouco, só o suficiente para agarrar o membro duro e esfregá-lo contra seu clitóris, entre os lábios e até ameaçando enfiá-lo algumas vezes mas sem o fazer de fato.

você fechou os olhos e tombou a cabeça para trás, esfregando-se contra ele mais rápido, e fran, mesmo oscilando entre a linha tênue da realidade e fantasia, notou que só você estava se divertindo, então ele agiu.

você sentiu os longos dedos ossudos dele na sua mão, te fazendo abrir os olhos, e então você não conseguiu evitar sorrir da insatisfação estampada na cara de dele.

"se for sentar, senta logo." exigiu.

era justo, você já estava encharcada. podia literalmente sentir sua boceta molhada pulsar. Então, finalmente, fez a vontade dele. com uma certa pressa você fez o pau duro deslizar para dentro de você, e nossa, mesmo que não fosse a primeira vez que ele se alojava dentro das suas paredes molhadas, a sensação de euforia era como se fosse.

você rebolou um pouco, se ajustando e recuperando o fôlego antes de de fato começar a cavalgar feito uma verdadeira cowgirl.

você gemeu alto contra o pescoço dele quando sentiu o primeiro tapa na sua bunda. ele falava as maiores atrocidades no seu ouvido enquanto te ajudava a subir e descer com uma maestria que só você tinha. não demorou muito pra que você gozasse, não uma mas algumas vezes. podia sentir os líquidos escorrendo para fora da sua boceta calejada.

"fica" você sussurrou com dificuldade quanto ele tentou sair de dentro de você.

"mas você já gozou, não te incomoda?"

"tá me perguntado se ter so seu pau dentro de mim me incomoda?" vocês riram e ele beijou sua testa.

"não que eu esteja reclamando, jamais, mas de onde isso tudo veio, colocaram algum tipo de viagra feminino na sua bebida?" fran riu baixinho.

"eu só estava sentindo a sua falta"

escrevendo essa putaria toda como se eu nao tivesse visto aquela foto no instagram

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⌜ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: friends to lovers, fwb, cockwarming, sexo sem proteção [ó chiquititas não façam noooooo], dirty talk, elogios e ‘eu te amo’, creampie. Espanhol — tranqui (tranquila/o), no me lastimes (não me machuque). ˚ ☽ ˚. ⋆ ⌝

꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ en serio buenisimoooooo.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 O SOM DAS RISADAS SE MISTURAM ENQUANTO VOCÊ SE DESPEDE DOS SEUS AMIGOS ─────

Abraça um, Abraça outro. Falam sobre marcar mais um encontro, talvez na casa de fulano, e tals. Você concorda, vamos marcar, sim, mesmo sem saber se terá disposição para socializar quando o rolê sair do papel de fato.

— Tchau, amiga! — Francisco se aproxima com um sorriso enorme, os braços abertos. Você percebe, só pelo tom agudo, o nível de zoação que carrega, porque te envolve forte, e quando separa, deixa um beijinho numa bochecha, depois n’outra, e ameaça deixar um nos seus lábios, porém recua, rindo. — Ay, perdón, desequilibrei... — alega, cínico.

Você não segura o riso, por mais que quisesse ter repreendido. Nem se pergunta se algum dos seus amigos notou algo, vai na sorte mesmo, empurrando Romero pela porta até que possa se juntar aos outros no corredor. Depois de tanto sorrir, os cantos da boca até doloridos, você os vê descendo as escadas. Se apressa pra janela da sala, gritando e acenando novamente, mais uma sessão de despedidas e vozes embriagadas dizendo o quanto gostam de você, que Buenos Aires não seria legal sem ti, e blá blá blá de bêbado.

Os seus olhos partem dos seus amigos entrando no carro de aplicativo pra figura esguia de Francisco seguindo pela rua noturna. Quando não o avista mais, nem se preocupa, já conhece o trajeto que será feito — dar a volta no quarteirão e tocar o interfone do seu prédio mais uma vez.

Dito e feito. Não precisava ter atendido formalmente como faz, afinal não é surpresa quem está do outro lado da linha, mas não se arrepende de ter tirado o telefone do gancho, uma vez que o som da voz chiando uma canção antigaça te arranca boas risadas. Libera a entrada, e ao espiar pelo olho mágico, a imagem distorcida é mais cômica ainda quando ele chega com a boca bem pertinho da lente. Já tá aberta, palhaço, você resmunga, girando a maçaneta para recebê-lo outra vez.

— ¡Hola! Quanto tempo... — Ele adentra o apartamento cumprimentando, te envolvendo. Dá dois beijinhos em cada uma das suas bochechas. Não te libera depois, entretanto, prolonga o abraço, te aperta, os pezinhos de ambos cambaleando para fechar a porta novamente e avançar até o sofá da sala.

O seu corpo cai no estofado, por cima das diversas almofadas, e o peso do dele te faz rir, sabe que o rapaz está fazendo tudo para implicar, para conseguir te fazer gargalhar até a barriga doer. Ao finalmente conseguir arredá-lo pro canto, tem o pulso tomado pela mão alheia. A cabeça descansando sobre o seu ombro, todo mal posicionado, mas insistindo em estar emaranhado a ti feito um bichinho pedindo atenção.

— Vou poder dormir aqui, né? — ele quer saber, mas já com aquele entonação de pergunta retórica. Os olhos sobem pro seu rosto.

— Vou pensar — você responde, fingida também.

— Pensar?! Você me trouxe pra sua casa, me embebedou, me jogou pra fora e me chamou pra voltar só pra usar o meu corpinho... — começa a enumerar, argumentando com o indicador no ar — ...e, agora, quer me jogar na rua de novo?

— Você voltou porque quis...

Ele ergue a postura, te encarando boquiaberto, com drama. Dali, um sorriso se abre, é porque eu te amo, e vem se aproximando pra distribuir beijinhos pelo seu queixo.

Certo, vocês não são só amigos, porém se alguém questionar, é capaz de ambos não saberem exatamente o que responder.

Você conhece Fran porque ele é amigo de uma amiga sua, e quando menos percebeu já estavam ambos nas mesmas festinhas, tirando foto no espelho do banheiro de balada e se arrumando na casa um do outro pra poder sair. Talvez a tensão entre os dois tenha sido grande demais ao dançar coladinhos o som da canção de letra indecente, porque acabou se encontrando sentada no colo dele num pós-festa, passando mais gloss nos lábios só porque ele queria provar o saber através de um beijinho.

Mas é tudo silencioso demais. Os seus amigos não sabem, quem sabe desconfiam, só que ninguém diz nada, e muito menos vocês dois. Estão mais do que acostumados a fazer o que fizeram hoje — se ‘despedem’, ele dá uma volta no quarteirão só pra dar tempo de todo mundo ir embora, e aí volta pra ficar contigo. Já perdeu as contas das vezes em que ele dormiu aqui, tipo daquela vez em que fizeram a listening party de Motomami, quando o álbum saiu, e no outro dia ele acordou com o glitter da noite passada todo espalhado pelo rosto.

A presença dele te ilumina. A cada risada, você jura, é como se mil fadinhas nascessem, igual no filme da Tinker Bell. Vocês combinam tanto que é absurdo. O mesmo senso de humor, o mesmo gosto musical, às vezes se expressam da mesma forma no automático.

— Saaai! — você estende a pronúncia, empurrando-o com a primeira almofada que alcança. — Me ajuda a arrumar as coisas, anda. — Joga o corpo dele pro canto, se levantando.

Francisco cai no chão, teatral.

— Então, é pra isso que eu voltei? — parece sussurrar para si mesmo. — Pra ser empregada doméstica... A que ponto cheguei...

Mas vem atrás quando te vê partindo pra cozinha. Enquanto você lava as louças na pia, ele as seca com o pano de prato, tagarelando sobre algum acontecimento que se deu entre a família dele recentemente, ou sobre algum Tik Tok engraçado que viu e, com certeza, te mandou.

— Vou tomar banho — você avisa, e ele automaticamente escuta a frase como se fosse um convite.

A relação de vocês já está tão sólida que o rapaz tem uma pilha de coisas guardadas no seu armário, entre elas a tolha que pega agora para partir contigo pro chuveiro. Vê-lo tirar a roupa se tornou cotidiano, conhece cada pintinha no corpo masculino e os olhos são ágeis pra achar uma espinha aqui ou ali. Posso cortar seu cabelo amanhã, se você quiser, é o que oferece, afetuosa, ao correr os dedos pelos fios dele. E ele aceita, confia cem por cento.

Antes de entrar no box, porém, tem que colocar aquela playlist do banho pra tocar. As canções ecoam pelo celular sobre a pia, as faixas se somando no ambiente ao passo que vocês se alternam sob a água. Uma pausa ou outra pra cantar as letras com a embalagem de shampoo na mão, e logo já estão embalados na toalha.

Ele nem se dá ao trabalho de vestir algo mais do que a bermuda de algodão. Se esconde entre os seus cobertores, tapa a cabeça e tudo, esparramado pelo colchão. Você até tinha separado o conjuntinho de pijama que costuma vestir, mas aí lembra que provavelmente não vai dormir agora, e fica com preguiça de ter que tirar tudo. Pega uma blusa larga mesmo, se cobre só com isso.

Engatinha sobre a cama, procurando um espacinho pra se esconder sob o cobertor também.

— Vem, tá frio, uuuuh, que frio. — É dominada pelos braços do argentino. Rolam por cima da bagunça que se torna a cama, o rosto dele afundado na curva do seu pescoço enquanto murmura as gracinhas ao pé do seu ouvido. A temperatura está okay, é arriscado até que acordem suando, mas Romero os cobre totalmente. Os olhinhos arregalados te encaram sob o escurinho do cobertor. — Eu tô morrendo de frio, dá pra ver meus dentes batendo? — Exibe os dentes, engraçadinho, só pra te fazer rir. — O que você vai fazer sobre isso?

— Eu?

— É, você mesma.

— Não sei... — entra no joguinho dele. — O que você acha que eu devo fazer?

— O que eu acho?

— Uhum.

— Ah, deixa eu pensar... — Desvia o olhar, parando até o dedinho no canto da boca. — Tá tão frio hoje, eu preciso de alguém pra me esquentar... sabe... — Volta os olhos pra ti, a cara lavada é óbvia demais. — Dentro de você é tão quentinho...

Você sorri, feito boba. Tá, pode ser, autoriza. A diversão na face do argentino passa do doce, ao te acompanhar no princípio, para o lascivo quando te escuta permitir. Gracías, chiquita, ele responde de volta, te dando um beijo no cantinho da boca.

Te abraça por trás, e você não precisa nem espiar por cima dos ombros pra visualizar a destra masculina escorregando por baixo do endredom pra poder tocar a si próprio até estar pronto. O rosto de Fran mergulha entre o seu pescoço, arrasta o nariz pelo seu ombro, aspirando o perfume do sabonete usado no banho. Está sussurrando pertinho do seu ouvido, diz o quão cheirosa e bonitinha você está, agradece por não encontrar mais peça nenhuma no meio do caminho até as suas pernas. É reconfortante saber que as coisas que o excitam são os elogios que faz para ti.

Você mesma empina um pouquinho quando necessário, oferece um ângulo melhor ao jogar a bunda pra trás e separar os joelhos, de lado. Ganha outro beijo, dessa vez posicionado melhor na bochecha. Sente a cabecinha sendo esfregada pelo seu pontinho, deslizando pra cá e pra lá. E quando ele se encaixa, empurra devagarzinho, você morde o lábio, trocando um olhar com o argentino só pra poder vê-lo sorrindo ladino. Entra com cuidadinho, sem forçar muito porque não te deixou bem molhadinha primeiro.

— Agora sim... — Te aperta mais entre os braços, empurrando o quadril contra o seus, ao máximo, tudo, sempre parecendo querer ir mais fundo embora já esteja no limite. — Tão bom... — Chega a suspirar, de tamanha completude.

De fato, o somatório do calor natural do seu corpo junto da quentura do endredom formam um fervor delirante. Febril. Agora, vamo’ dormir, você deita a lateral do rosto sobre as costas das mãos, plena. Poderia estar externando também o prazer que sente; a sensação de fartura, a excitação por guardá-lo dentro de si, o jeito com que pisca ao redor do que te preenche, espremendo, fazendo o rapaz estremecer contigo, porém resolve manter a pose. Especialmente pois sabe que Francisco Romero não ostenta pose nenhuma quando se trata de ti.

Aqui, ele acata o seu comando. Pelo menos, a princípio. Não demora muito e ele quebra o personagem, feito já era de se esperar. Recua de dentro e joga de novo, ocupando mais uma vez. A boca se encarrega de beijar pelo seu pescoço, a voz arranhando próxima do seu ouvido, como um gatinho. Eu falei dormir, você reitera numa falsa irritação.

— Eu sei — ele fala —, mas não é o suficiente. — Sem muita dificuldade, se coloca por cima de ti, se trancando entre as suas pernas. — Necesito más, mi amor.

— E o que você quer? — pergunta, apesar de já imaginar o que vem por aí.

Canalha, chulo. O sorriso vai se alargando na face do argentino.

— Assim, sabe... — começa, malandrinho. Ergue o dedo indicador pra contornar as voltinhas dos seus lábios enquanto diz: ‘se eu te encher de porra, aí você vai ficar quentinha também...’

‘Vai, deixa’, insiste, com charme. Não vai ser a primeira e nem a última vez, e ‘eu sei que você gosta de dormir lotadinha de mim, hm? Não adianta dizer o contrário’, igual ele mesmo afirma.

A face que exibe aquele cretino sorriso vai chegando mais perto, os lábios finos encontram os seus. Selam, estalam, molhadinhos. Você o rodeia com os braços, traz ainda mais pra próximo.

Hm?, o escuta ronronar, meigo. Porra, que se dane qualquer marra, né? De que adianta continuar nesse joguinho de implicância quando pode ganhar uma foda gostosinha, sob o endredom quentinho, pra poder dormir tranquila a noite toda? Amanhã vai acordar, sim, com o meio das pernas todo melado, mas daí é só guiar o rapaz até o banho que tudo se repete e resolve satisfatoriamente. ‘Dale, Fran, me fode’, pede, então, num dengo sem igual.

Ele atende ao seu pedido, claro. As mãos escorregam pelos cantos do seu corpo porque devem chegar até a sua cintura, segurar ali, para poder meter com mais ritmo. Lento, porém, devorador de sanidade. É sensual na medida certa pra te fazer revirar os olhinhos e respirar pela boca entreaberta, o ar quente soprando contra o rosto alheio.

O silêncio da madrugada é propício pra sobressair o devasso do momento. Escuta a voz dele falhando, os arfares. Principalmente, escuta o som ensopadinho do seu corpo, cada vez que ele se soca no seu interior. É de alucinar. Crava as unhas nas costas dele, o que faz o garoto resmungar de tesão. Tranqui, nena, no me lastimes, murmurando nos seus lábios como se nem tivesse quase se derramado só pela selvageria.

Mas quando se derrama de verdade, os próprios dedos dele estão tão firmes e fortes na carne das suas coxas que você sente queimar. Tudo dobra de intensidade; o orgasmo, o gemido que você queria encobrir pra não ecoar pelo cômodo e, possivelmente, ser ouvido pelos vizinhos. O peito dói, o coração parece parar por uns segundinhos e voltar com tudo, disparado.

O corpo do argentino pesa sobre o seu, feito mais cedo, praticamente se joga por cima de ti, proposital. E é só você recuperar o fôlego que começa a importuná-lo, anda, Fran, levanta.

— Tempo, tempo — ele repete, ofegante. O rosto afogado na curva do seu pescoço.

— Fraaan — manha, dando tapinhas nas costas dele.

— Nossa ‘cê é muito chatinha... — Te agarra, repentino, um excesso de carinho que te faz colar o corpo nele, mais ainda porque permanece enterrado inteirinho dentro de ti. O garoto levanta o olhar, te dá um selinho. — Te amo muito, okay?

— Tá, tá, tá — murmura entre os selinhos que se seguem, os estalidos de lábio em lábio quando não se importa se vai causar ruído ou não.

— Hmmm — Esfrega a ponta do nariz no cantinho do seu rosto, meloso. — Quentinha agora?

Você sorri, e mesmo mordendo o lábio entre os dentes para disfarçá-lo, Francisco flagra, sorri junto.

— Sim, né? — responde por ti, e não mente. — Bem melhor agora, vai dormir que é uma beleza, né, gatinha? De nada, tá? — Se move outra vez, retornando com a lateral do corpo pro colchão e te abraçando por trás. No caminho, escorrega pra fora de ti, de tão encharcadinho que tudo ficou. — Ah, não... Deixa eu voltar, deixa... — lastima com desespero, apressa para suspender de levinho a sua coxa para se colocar fundo novamente.

— Vai dormir assim, é? — o questiona, entre o riso.

— Dentro de ti? — ri também, daquele jeitinho doce. — Se eu pudesse, ficava enfiado em você, bem fundo, pelo resto da minha vida.

— Bobo... — Bagunça os cabelos dele.

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

francisco romero x leitora

tw: álcool e beijocas

"mas isso é uma coisa meio idiota, não?"

Rulia disse e você apenas concordou com a cabeça antes de beber mais um gole do drink. aquele era o quarto puxão de orelha que você recebia de uma de suas amigas sobre ter tido uma recaída com seu ex-namorado na semana passada.

elas queriam o seu bem, lógico, mas por mais sensatas e solicidas que elas fossem jamais poderiam entender como era se desfazer de um relacionamento longo em um país estrangeiro. seu ex-namorado era o último pedaço do brasil que você havia trazido consigo, e por mais babaca que ele fosse, ainda era sua melhor lembrança de casa.

"vamos, acho que você já entendeu a mensagem" francisco falou te puxando para fora da mesa. o bar estava lotado naquela noite, tão cheio que os garçons tiveram que colocar mesas extras na calçada numa tentativa de acomodar a demanda de pessoas que estavam por ali.

"não precisa levar elas tão a sério. ela não sabem pelo o que você está passando." ele puxou um cigarro de dentro do bolso. fran estava parecendo algum dos bêbados que você encontra em qualquer boteco no brasil com aquele maço de cigarro no bolso da camisa. isso te fez rir, o primeiro sorriso real dos últimos quarenta minutos.

"quer?"

você torceu o nariz. odiava o cheiro de nicotina mas a forma com que fran tragava a fumaça fazia aquilo parecer a melhor coisa do mundo. devagar você tocou os dedos na a ponta do cigarro, equilibrando ele nos lábios posteriormente. fran sacou do bolso mais um cigarro e um isqueiro, ele aproximou-se do seu rosto calmamente, riscando a pederneira fazendo a chama subir, assim acendendo o seu cigarro e o dele.

na primeira tragada você já de arrependeu. sua garganta ardia e seu pulmão parecia estar queimando. ele riu da sua cara quando você teve mais um ataque de tosse depois de tragar.

"acho melhor você parar ou seu pulmão vai sair do lugar." vocês riram brevemente e você deu mais uma tragada feia antes de jogar o cigarro na calçada e pisotear.

"acho que preciso de um copo de água" você falou depois de tossir "tipo, agora mesmo. vou em casa e já volto".

você não esperou uma resposta de fran antes de sair de perto da muvuca. o bar ficava a menos de vinte passos do seu prédio.

no elevador, vendo o estado da sua maquiagem, o jeito que seu cabelo estava fedendo a nicotina, trident de melancia e maconha e em como aquelas botas de cowboy não tinham absolutamente nada a ver com o vestido branco que você usava, a vontade de descer de volta para o bar diminuiu drasticamente.

depois de beber um copo de água você foi para o banheiro, sentia que iria vomitar todos os seus órgãos a qualquer instante. você se sentou no chão ao lado da privada e ficou ali por um tempo. tudo que você mais queria era tomar um banho e cair na cama, e quem sabe, amanhã esse sentimento de melancolia terá sumido.

não sabe-se ao certo por quanto tempo você ficou ali, mas você voltou a si quando ouviu a voz de fran chamando seu nome.

"aqui" você respondeu.

quando ele chegou na porta do banheiro não conseguiu segurar a risada ao ver seu estado, muito deplorável diga-se de passagem.

"você tá péssima" ele riu.

"no elevador tinha espelho" você retrucou rindo "caso você não tenha percebido."

ele estendeu a mão mas você simplesmente fez que não com a cabeça.

"acho que nem um guindaste me tira daqui hoje".

fran revirou os olhos e te puxou pelos braços, te colocando de pé, mesmo que você estivesse cambaleando feito uma gelatina.

francisco colocou um dos seus braços sobre o ombro dele e pela bruta diferença de altura de vocês dois, a curta caminhada do banheiro até o quarto foi mais difícil e desengonçada do que deveria.

ele te soltou na cama e você caiu pra trás. olhando para o teto você sentia o mundo a sua volta rodar.

"se você for morrer me avisa pra eu sair daqui antes." fran disse sentando ao seu lado na cama.

"muito cavalheiro da sua parte francisco romero"

francisco romero.

falar o nome dele sempre deixava um quê açucarado na sua boca. eram o tipo de palavra que você particularmente gostava de dizer em voz alta, mesmo sem saber ao certo o motivo.

"eu não te deixaria nem se você pedisse"

nesse momento você, que estava de olhos fechados sentindo as ondulações do álcool no seu cérebro, abriu os olhos abruptamente. você se sentou na cama, mesmo com o peso do seu corpo parecer ter triplicado.

seu olhos fitaram os dele, você estava esperando ele rir, como sempre fazia quando falava esse tipo de coisa, mas o riso nunca veio. fran estava sério.

você viu o rosto dele ficando maior conforme ele foi se aproximando do seu, e aquele momento rolou em câmeras lenta enquanto um verdadeiro turbilhão de pensamento passavam pela sua cabeça, mas você simplesmente deixou eles de lado e inclinou-se para frente, extinguindo qualquer espaço entre vocês.

o beijo dele tinha gosto de cigarro e cerveja barata, mas não era ruim, justamente pelo contrário. era maravilhoso.

o selinho virou um beijo sem língua que evoluiu para uma pegação fervorosa entre vocês. e, em algum momento dela você foi tombada de volta na cama, com fran em cima do seu corpo, beijando a sua boca como se a vida dele dependesse disso.

os beijos foram desceram pelo seu pescoço, te fazendo rir baixinho contra o cabelo dele quando fran mordiscava a pele sensível daquela área, mas não demorava muito pra te fazer voltar a ficar o ofegante quando ele apertava a sua cintura.

"por favor" você pediu quando ele fez a primeira menção de se afastar. seus dedos se entrelaçaram entre o cabelo dele, o puxando para perto.

ele voltava a te beijar mas logo depois se afastava de novo.

"você tá muito bêbada pra isso" ele disse encostando a testa na sua. "outra hora, ok?"

"mas eu te quero" a sua voz saiu mansa feito a de uma criança pedindo doce. fran novamente riu do seu estado de carência, beijando seus lábios e mais uma vez se afastando. e dessa vez saindo da cama e te olhando no colchão.

"se você me quer agora, também vai me querer outra hora."

dito isso ele saiu do apartamento, com a promessa de dizer para sua amigas que você não estava se sentindo bem e que sua noite tinha acabado ali.

#fran romero x reader #francisco romero smut #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #imagina #fanfic #francisco romero #francisco romero x reader #fran romero #fran romero smut

[vogrincicdelicate]

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‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏nanda ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

oii! eu sou a nanda e criei essa conta especialmente para escrever e postar fics de diferentes atores, artistas, cantores e etc ! não sou nova no tumblr, mas eu acompanho de longe outras contas e gostaria de também postar as coisas que escrevo e compartilhar com alguns de vocês!

interesses: kpop, música, filmes, enzo vogrincic e o cast de lsdln no geral, aespa, lesserafim, riize, louis garrel e várias outras coisinhas!

#aespa #enzo vogrincic #lsdln x reader #lsdln cast #kpop #music #giselle #karina #ningning #winter #movies #fran romero #matias recalt #agustin pardella #smut #fanfic #writers on tumblr #x reader

[flowersephone]

August. Enzo V

capítulo I capítulo II

❦ warnings: consumo de tabaco, alcohol y marihuana, enzo siendo celoso, un poco de adult content ?

Enzo's pov

Después del susto que pasé con Uma, me detuve un poco para observar la situación lejos del caos. Al ver a esa mujer, fue como si un peso se hubiera levantado de mis hombros y pudiera respirar de nuevo, sabiendo que Uma estaba bien. Cuando me recosté para descansar, pude observar completamente a la mujer frente a mí: no era muy alta, pero tampoco se puede decir que es baja. Con cabello rubio y una franja cayendo a los lados, su rostro quemado por el sol y su cabello despeinado, parec��a una visión. Respiré hondo y sacudí la cabeza, no podía pensar en eso, ni soñar.

Ya acostado en la sala de descanso, me quedé dormido rápidamente, sumergiéndome en un sueño profundo. Al sentir una mano fría en mi cabeza, me desperté con los ojos abiertos y me sentí un poco avergonzado al ver la situación; solté a la mujer frente a mí.

El resto del día pasó como un parpadeo: cuidé de mis gatos, tuve mi última entrevista en línea que cerraba la promoción de la sociedad de la nieve. Estaba oficialmente de vacaciones y podía regresar a Montevideo, pero planeaba extender mi estadía aquí.

Los chicos estaban organizando una cena de despedida, sería una buena idea presentar a mi nueva amiga para que se integre, ¿no?

Cuando me di cuenta, eran las 16:30 y aún no le había enviado un mensaje a Ellise; estaba un poco apurado porque la cena sería por mi cuenta.

Finalmente, reuní el valor para anotar su número y enviarle un mensaje.

Después de rogarle que viniera a la cena, decidió venir y cocinar comida brasileña. Ya le había hablado sobre mi dieta, y la mujer estaba corriendo como loca para encontrar cosas para sustituir la carne. Llegó alrededor de las 17:30 y comenzó a ayudarme en la cocina, ya que realmente me sentía perdido.

Estaba a mi lado en la encimera cortando los condimentos conmigo, y me di cuenta de que este era el momento ideal para conocernos mejor.

"Así que eres brasileña, ¿cómo terminaste en Argentina?" Desvié mi atención por unos segundos para observar a la mujer con el rostro sonrojado y el cabello recogido con una pinza mientras sus hebras doradas caían frente a su rostro.

"Me gradué muy joven y tan pronto como terminé la universidad, me esforcé por especializarme en enfermedades infecciosas. Un infectólogo aquí en Argentina vio potencial en mi investigación y invirtió. Así que descubrimos la cura para una de las peores enfermedades caninas". Hablaba sonriente mientras cortaba tomates.

"Pareces ser una persona tan dedicada, es hermoso que te preocupes tanto por los animales, estarían muy agradecidos si pudieran hablar". Hablé recordando cómo Uma recibió a la mujer cuando entró por la puerta. "No necesitan hablar, la mirada lo dice todo".

Después de cocinar lo que faltaba, solo quedaba lo que estaba en el horno y los chicos para asar su carne. Así que abrí una botella de vino mientras estábamos sentados en el balcón charlando.

"¿Cuándo fue la última vez que tomaste vacaciones?" Le pregunté, ya que acababa de empezar las mías. "Qué pregunta difícil, uh... creo que hace unos 3 años o algo así. Salgo en mis días libres", ella rió mientras sorbía un poco de su vino.

"Tengo una propuesta, ¿qué te parece tomarte dos semanas para viajar?" Ada saltó y se sentó en el regazo de la mujer, muy agradecida, espero que ayude. "No sé, Enzo, no estoy segura de que el otro médico esté listo para hacerse cargo de mi clínica." Hablaba mientras acariciaba los pelos de Ada, que ronroneaba junto a nuestra conversación. "Es una situación perfecta para probarlo, ¿verdad? Son solo dos semanas, puedes elegir el lugar".

Junté las manos mientras la miraba con cara de cachorro que se cayó de la mudanza. "Bueno... por ese lado, tengo una casa en una isla en el noreste de Brasil".

Pasó la mano por su rostro pensando en las mil y una posibilidades. "Vale, vamos a principios de la próxima semana, ¿te parece?"

Decidí poner música de fondo mientras conversábamos. Se acercó más al balcón y miró hacia mí extendiendo su cigarrillo. "¿Te importa?" Preguntó la mujer aparentemente con un poco de recelo. "¿Compartimos?" Dije y ella asintió con la cabeza. Saqué una silla para ella y encendió su cigarrillo.

Por unos segundos la observé mientras su cabello ondeaba ligeramente con la suave brisa del anochecer, sus mejillas sonrojadas y el humo saliendo de sus labios carnosos. "He oído decir que fumar crea arrugas en la boca", dije en tono irónico para molestarla mientras volvía mi atención al teléfono, lleno de mensajes de los chicos avisando que estaban llegando. "¿Vas a pagar mi bótox?" Su rostro se giró hacia mí con un puchero en sus labios y su ceja arqueada. Qué atrevida. Me pasó el cigarrillo, el suyo era diferente, parecía tener menta, algo único.

Se lo devolví y ella parecía encantadora con el humo a su alrededor y las luces de los edificios al fondo. Era impresionante. Volví a los mensajes, hoy vamos a beber. Voy a necesitar beber. "Maldición, ¿por qué tu lista de reproducción es tan buena y no conozco ninguna de estas canciones? Necesitas enviármelas", ella hablaba apagando el cigarrillo en el cenicero que estaba sobre la mesa y salió del balcón para apagar el horno.

Salí detrás de la rubia con nuestras copas de vino en las manos, llenándolas de nuevo, le entregué la de Elle que, después de sacar los asados del horno, se sentó en el sofá seguida por Ada y Uma, que no parecían querer separarse de la mujer.

Alrededor de las 20:30, mis queridos amigos comenzaron a llegar, el primero fue Juani, que probablemente estaba listo desde las 18:00 para estar aquí a esta hora. Con todos aquí, los presenté a Elle, que parecía sentirse cómoda incluso en medio de varios idiotas. "Entonces, vengo de primera mano para anunciar que voy a viajar a Brasil con una guía turística privada", hablé juntando las manos mientras reía. Matías se levantó rápidamente "Yo también quiero", dijo casi gritando. "Pero no puedo, ya acordé con mi amor hacer un viaje en pareja", habló sentándose nuevamente.

Luego estábamos en un círculo jugando uno, de una manera muy confusa. Ellise había dicho que en Brasil las reglas eran diferentes, y yo ya estaba borracho y confundido, con una mano levantada y luego callado por culpa de la maldita carta 7.

Después de perder en un juego con sus propias reglas, Elle se levantó para buscar el famoso brigadeiro que había hecho y que estaba en el refrigerador. Me levanté y fui a ayudarla con los cubiertos.

Mientras tanto, Fran estaba dirigiendo la lista de reproducción y charlando con los demás sobre un posible viaje. "Ya no aguanto sus caras", pude escuchar a Augustin decir y reír. "Pero los extrañaré, no voy a mentir".

Sentí un apretón en el corazón, pero vamos a mantener el contacto, así que no me preocuparé.

Al volver mi atención a la mujer, tenía los labios sucios de chocolate que había robado antes que todos. Me estiré para limpiarlo con la parte inferior de mi camisa y al acercarme a sus labios y mirar dentro de sus ojos casi grises, era como si el mundo estuviera en silencio y solo podía escuchar mi respiración y mi corazón latiendo como loco, mi mano sudaba, ¿por qué todo estaba en cámara lenta?

"Breathe deep, breathe out" resonaba en el fondo la canción que Juani había puesto. Sentí como si mi cuerpo estuviera siendo atraído hacia el de Ellise, era como una fuerza que me conectaba a ella, estaba cada vez más cerca.

"¡Eh, perdí la sed" Vi la sombra de Fran corriendo fuera de la cocina.

Cuando me di cuenta de la situación en la que nos encontrábamos, pasé rápidamente el dedo por su labio inferior, que a su vez lamió los labios y terminó lamiendo mi dedo.

Por segundos sentí su boca y su lengua cálida hacer que todos los vellos de mi cuerpo se erizaran. "Mierda" Pensé y rápidamente retiré mi mano. "Lo siento" Hablaba mientras se reía.

Ella salió rápidamente de la cocina con el brigadeiro y los tazones mientras yo me quedaba allí, parado con los cubiertos en la mano, pensando aún en lo que acababa de suceder. Salí de mi ensimismamiento y fui a la sala, encontrándome con la rubia yendo hacia el baño. Me arrastré un poco por el suelo para poder ver mejor y pude escuchar un poco de su conversación con Matias, que se acercaba hacia nosotros. “Oh sí, ella estará encantada de conocerte, tenemos un gato que si te dejas, se convertirá en la mascota de tu clínica”. Hablaba de manera divertida gesticulando todo el tiempo. “¿En serio? estoy pensando en hacer un mural, llévalo allá un día, será uno de nuestros modelos, ¿tienes alguna foto de él?” Ella hablaba inclinándose mientras él mostraba la pantalla del teléfono. “Dame tu número y te paso el número de Tina”. Como un impulso, me levanté y fui hacia ellos, “¿Por qué estoy haciendo esto? ella necesita integrarse” Pensé, pero mi cuerpo no me estaba respondiendo, tenía que ir allí. “Hola, Matías, ¿ya probaste el famoso brigadeiro? está delicioso, si no te apuras, creo que no quedará para ti, ¿eh?”

Elle me miró con cara de confusión y entró al baño, Matías encogió los hombros y se fue hacia la sala.

"Dios mío, podría morir de tanto comer esto, Elle" Decía Esteban con la boca llena y se tiraba sobre Aldofo. "Si la comida fuera considerada maravillas del mundo, esta con certeza sería una" Dijo Matías lamiendo la cuchara. Después de saborear el postre divino, observé a Elle ir al balcón, probablemente para fumar otro cigarrillo, hasta que Fran se levantó y dijo "Fumadores o no fumadores, los que quieran disfrutar de algo más pueden venir, síganme los buenos".

Se dirigió al balcón y se sentó en el suelo junto a la mujer, que estaba sentada con el cenicero improvisado que yo había hecho. "No puedo creerlo, ¿cómo encontraste esto aquí? Hace más de tres años que no fumo uno de estos" Escuché a la mujer hablar animadamente.

Elle's Pov

Sentada en el balcón, observaba a Fran encender el cigarrillo prohibido, estaba emocionada pero temerosa. No quería que tuvieran una mala impresión de mí, pero también necesitaba ser yo misma. Las personas deben gustarme por lo que soy, ¿no? También necesito aliviar urgentemente la tensión de lo que sucedió en la cocina; beber esa botella de vino definitivamente no fue tan bueno.

Después de dar dos caladas, Fran me mira. "Entonces, Elle, he oído decir que eres una persona muy dedicada y que salvaste la vida de Uma". Me reí y cogí mi turno para fumar. "No hice más que mi obligación, pero Uma fue muy dócil todo el tiempo, una verdadera princesa". Terminé de inhalar y se lo devolví a Fran. "Pareces tener un corazón muy bueno, la chica consagrada por Dios". Rió y dio otra calada. "Tu corazón es tan grande, ¿por eso te gusta Enzo?" Sentí que mi rostro ardía por completo, sabía cómo estaba, no podía mentir incluso si lo intentara. "Él parece ser un buen chico", dije mientras dirigía mi mirada hacia Enzo, a través de la puerta de vidrio; él estaba organizando las cartas. Fran se inclinó y tocó mi pierna, como si fuera un brujo contando una profecía. "No te lances tan rápido, él es realmente un buen chico, pero no todo es un cuento de hadas, ¿de acuerdo, Rapunzel?" Sonreí de lado, hasta que mi atención fue capturada por Matías, que abría la puerta de vidrio y se dirigía hacia la ronda, quitándome el cigarrillo de la mano. Le saqué la lengua y siguió charlando con nosotros durante minutos y minutos, hasta que Enzo volvió al balcón. Me levanté y pasé la mano por mi ropa. "¿Qué pasa, nena, ¿ya quieres irte?" Me miró con un poco de preocupación. "Sí, ya es tarde para mí", me puse mis zapatos. "Chau chicos, en serio, me encantó conocerlos, Matías me dará el número de todos ustedes", les dije a todos los presentes.

Enzo's Pov

La observaba desde lejos sintiéndome extraño por lo que pasó antes. Fran había puesto la mano en su pierna, sentía que mi corazón latía más rápido, hasta que Matías fue al balcón. Hablaron mucho, hasta que decidí que también quería tiempo con ellos, pero Ellise quería irse, pronto estaba guardando un poco de brigadeiro para mí en la nevera y se dirigía a su bolso para recoger sus cosas. "¿Estás seguro de que no quieres que te acompañe a casa? es tarde", dije tomando las llaves de casa. "No es necesario, de verdad, En, muchas gracias por la noche de hoy, me alegré mucho de conocer a todos". Parecía realmente feliz, ¿será que se sentía sola aquí en Argentina? "Entonces, ¿puedo al menos llevarte abajo?" Dije apoyado en la pared mirándola, ahora parecía pequeña. "Está bien, pelotudo". Salimos del apartamento, ella se dirigía hacia las escaleras cuando tiré de su dedo índice para dirigirnos hacia el ascensor. "Es más rápido", le dije mientras ella asentía con la cabeza. Dentro del ascensor, se agarró de la barra de hierro que había mientras parecía estar en una montaña rusa. "¿Tienes miedo?" Dije riendo, ¿cómo podía parecer una niña? "No, por supuesto que no, solo no me gusta cuando me bajan bruscamente". "You know how much scared I'm of elevators, I never thrust it if it rises fast it can last" Después de bajar otros 3 pisos, estábamos en el estacionamiento. "Bueno, eso es todo, ¿nos vemos la próxima semana?" Ella dijo subiendo a su coche. "Sin falta, por favor", dije apoyado en el mini cooper que parecía más un coche de muñeca. "Prepárate y, por cierto, no me hagas andar más en ascensor". Dijo, sacó la lengua y encendió el coche. "Buena noche, nena", le hice señas. "Buena noche, En". Vi su coche alejarse hasta que desapareció de mi vista y sentí como si me estuviera faltando algo de nuevo."Uh oh, I'm falling in love". Con la cabeza baja, volví a casa donde todos los chicos estaban en un círculo en la sala. "caramba, Enzo, ¿de dónde sacaste a esa chica?, es un amor", ahora todo lo que escuchaba eran pitidos en mi cabeza, mi único pensamiento era, ¿qué estaba haciendo?.

#enzo vogrincic #lsdln #enzo vogrincic fluff #enzo vogrincic smut #latina #lsdln cast #matias recalt #fran romero #taylor swift #Spotify #fanfic

[slut4polidori]

hola todos!

i haven’t written anything on here for months forgive me i have found a new obsession

“ la sociedad de la nieve “

god damn those men.

i will start writing for the cast as soon as possible!!!!

(smut,fluff,onshot,head cannons ANYTHING!)

BLAS POLIDORI

SIMÓN HEMPE

enzo vogrincic

matías recalt

esteban kuku

fran romero

i will be writing in spanish/english!! i know i have alot of english followers and i don’t want anyone to feel left out because there’s so many good fanfics out there for the lsdln but it’s in portuguese and i don’t speak portuguese im always having to translate it and it just takes away the “spark” from it if that makes sense lol

anyways go ahead and send me some request if you guys want!!! remember i don’t judge so you can always send in anything, any type, any person !

i also write for others like

peso pluma

bad bunny

joão félix

etc etc etc

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

anyways i’m going to try my best to be more active my loves i have a really busy life and i don’t really use tumblr alot :(

i hope you enjoy these upcoming fanfics that’ll be released in the next couple days <3

UGH MATÍ WITH LONGER HAIR MAKES ME SO FERAL!

#lsdln cast #lsdln smut #lsdln x reader #enzo vogrincic #matías recalt #bad bunny #blas polidori #esteban kukuriczka #francisco romero #simón hempe #joao felix

[idollete]

juu, você poderia escrever mais uma fanfic smut do fran mas com o enredo onde ele pede, quase implorando com esse jeito carente e manhoso, para a leitora sentar no rosto dele? sua última escrita para ele foi fenomenal 😭

tá aqui, bebê!! mto obrigada e eu espero que vc goste <3 isso de sentar na cara é TÃO francisco romero, i know for a fact que ele ADORA faria todo dia sem enjoar

the girls die por 1 fran perdidinho por buceta

#(💌) pedidos #fran romero #papo de divas

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this is literally the first smut one-shot I write for this sweet man. hope you all like it aaaa 😭💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your boyfriend knows just how to treat you during your bad period cramps days. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.5k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; title says it all. period sex, fingering, slight breast play, some profanity.

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` as always, I just had to tag my wifey @luceracastro.ᐟ

“Fuck,”

A soft grunt spurred deep from your throat. Both your hands clutched your stomach, feeling a sudden sharp pain burdening you. Trying not to wake your boyfriend, who seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully as you were cuddled up together, you turned around with your back facing him.

Despite all your best efforts, somehow, he managed to slowly wake up from his slumber with the sound of your hushed grunts and curse words, immediatly noticing that you were painfully squirming in the spot. The complaining and the squirming at the same time could only mean one thing— your period.

Gently, Fran scooted closer to you, hugging you from behind delicately as the tip of his nose nuzzled against your neck. “Estás bien, hermosa?” his lips were placed on your shoulder, pressing loving pecks as his hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your stomach. “Not really.” you replied shortly, and frankly. It felt as if someone had kicked you right in the uterus.

“Is it that time of the month, again?” in response, you hummed, desperate to try and make the pain fade away somehow. “I see.” with that simple whispered answer, his hand went further inside your shirt. Teasingly, his hand nearly touched your — now sensitive — breasts, before quickly moving downwards to your stomach, and indiscreetly slipping a few fingers under your pants.

His fingertips felt warm and comforting, Fran knew how much you loved it when he touched you just like that. Especially during this time of the month, you were particularly horny — but all that you could focus on at the time, was the dreadful pain that overwhelmed you on the first day of your period.

As his lips kept kissing your shoulder and neck, smiling slyly to himself, he muttered. “Would you like to know what I read the other day about period cramps and the ways to treat them, nena?”

“Hm? What did you read?”

“I read that orgasms help with period cramps.”

Tsk. You clicked your tongue trying to dismiss him, but all the teasing little kisses and the way he touched you wasn’t helping at all, much less the feeling of his already hardened cock poking your ass. “Don’t try to act like you don’t want me to fuck away the pain, bebé.” his arm pressed you tighter against his body while his lips continued to press small kisses on your sensitive neck, occasionally nibbling your soft spots, and you couldn’t help but rub your arse against his growing erection.

A rosy hue occupied you cheeks. While you did feel aroused, feeling your underwear grow stickier by the minute with a mix of your monthly blood and wetness, you simultaneously felt embarrassed. It would be your first time having period sex, and you didn’t want him to feel grossed out.

His hand softly moved upwards again, cupping your breast as his thumb leisurely brushed across your sensitive, hardened nipple. “Fran,” you called out for him quietly, swallowing thickly, holding back a soft moan from escaping from you at the teasing. “I’m afraid you might feel disgusted by my period.” he softly scoffed from behind of you. His hot breath hitting against your skin as he squeezed your breast made you shiver.

“A little bit of blood doesn’t scare, or disgust me. Much less if it’s your own blood.” he insisted, making you meekly smile as his hand descended towards your lower stomach, slipping his hand under both your shorts, and underwear. “Let me take care of you. You will thank me later for it, amor.”

For a few moments, you hesitated silently. You did want him to fuck you right there and distract you away from the pain, but simultaneously, you weren’t quite sure. “Pleeeeaseee?” hearing his pleading voice once again made you scoff, helplessly smiling. It was hard to say no when your boyfriend put it that way, and had already managed to arouse you easily. “Fine. Please, do fuck my pain away, my love.”

Happily, Fran got closer to your face, and placed a loving smooch on your cheek at your approval. “Thank you, preciosa.” his own content made your smile grow wider, and he didn’t waste a single second as soon as you allowed him to please you. While his body was tightly pressed against you from behind, you managed to move your leg on top of his own, giving him a bit more of access as his hand moved painfully slow to your throbbing cunt.

The second his warm fingertips softly got to your pussy and began caressing it, your breath hitched. Your reaction, and the sensation of your moisture mixed with your period blood on his fingers was enough to please him already. Even better was when you tried to rub yourself against his fingers. “So wet and needy already? It’s cute to see just how aroused I can get you in no time.” he teased in a whisper, as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against your neck.

“Shut up and just fuck me already.” you ordered in between pants, feeling his fingers playing with your sensitive clit for a brief moment, before going down and moving around your aching entrance. God, did he love to play around. “Como digas, bonita.” complying, his fingers immediatly slipped inside of you.

A soft moan immediatly spurred from your lips, while two of his fingers pumped in and out of you. A hushed fleshy sound, along your own panting filled the room. It was true — the pleasure he managed to bring you was more than enough to make you forget about the cramps.

“You feel so sweetly tight, and wet.” despite wanting to maintain gentle movements with his fingers, he couldn’t help himself — with the passing of the seconds, and the louder your grunts became, the faster his fingers thrusted inside you. The feeling of your own blood and slick coating his fingers made it easier for him to fingerfuck you, and stretch your walls. You threw your head back softly, as his teeth nibbled gently on the soft flesh of your neck, proudly smiling to himself.

“I told you, you’d enjoy it. Why make such a fuss of it, eh?” Fran whispered against your ear, feeling his hot pants against your skin. Desperately, you helped him thrust you deeper with his fingers by rolling your hips against them, and simultaneously, trying to rub your ass against his erection. “I could get used to fucking you on your period. It helps with the cramps after all, no?” you groaned in response, with your lips partly open, allowing all sounds to come deep from your throat.

The faster his fingers thrusted in and out of you, occasionally moving them inside to bring you more pleasure, the tighter you felt the knot on your stomach. The sound of your moans increased, as well as his own pants became heavier against your skin. You thanked yourself mentally for having accepted his proposal — it did help for you to forget your own dreadful cramps, and... Helped with your own horniness for him.

Your inner walls pleasantly tightened around his fingers leisurely, meaning you were about to cum at any moment, and he knew. A proud grin grew wider on his rosy lips, you were a moaning, shaking, wet mess all because of two of his fingers — he knew exactly how to get to you like nobody else.

“F–Fuck, I’m about to cum—” you managed to mutter in between your ragged breathing, feeling your own legs desperately shaking as you knew you were about to get to your own release. You looked quite pretty in that state, your boyfriend wasn’t easily going to let you go from it.

Suddenly, you whimpered, with your eyes abruptly opening, and feeling a sudden emptiness. By the time your walls were tightened and you were about to get to your orgasm, his fingers stopped filling your wet, already aching pussy. Confused, you tried to look over your shoulder to stare at him with disappointment, nearly about to beg him to continue.

“Sorry, mi amor.” noticing the disappointment, Fran leaned his face closer to your own, giving you a small smooch on your cheek. “But I’d rather have you all for me a little longer, you look so pretty moaning and whimpering for me.” as his hand remained under your shorts, he used it to gently caress your thigh.

You were desperated for your very much sought release after being overstimulated with his long fingers — but, considering the needy state you were in, you couldn’t help but meekly smile briefly, knowing that you’d have him pleasing you for longer time, maybe in all the different ways you fancied. After all, your boyfriend was there to pamper you, and make you forget your own painful period.

It didn’t take him long to notice the smile you gave him, grinning wider himself. “See? I told you that you were going to thank me for it.” he muttered, using his hand to desperately trying lower down his own shorts.

“I promise, tonight I will give you enough orgasms to help with your cramps.”

#francisco romero smut #francisco romero x reader #francisco romero fanfic #fran romero x reader #fran romero smut #fran romero fanfic #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #fran romero #francisco romero #lsdln cast members

[madame-fear]

Okay so,, another poll cause I like doing them and I like knowing what you guys think. I had an idea in mind, pretty self-indulgent! ♡

Reader is the little sister of one cast boys. She’s best friends with Fran + has a crush on him. The fic will be a hurt/comfort one + oblivious mutual pining, to summarise it. Your big brother on this fic basically encouraging you to talk to him about your feelings (which obvi will be reciprocated) because you got jealous at another girl... yeah...

Now, I was curious because I don’t know who to make the reader’s brother from the boys of the cast for this one and I prefer you guys choose. A Vogrincic!Reader, Recalt!Reader, or a Kuku!Reader?

#reader’s brother will be included for a few bits in here huhu imagine if one of these boys was your big brother and knew you had+ #+a crush on fran. i like the idea of them using “code blondie” to mention him discreetly somehow #JAJJSKSKE im sleepy let me yap #francisco romero x reader #francisco romero smut #fran romero x reader #fran romero fluff #fran romero fanfic #lsdln x reader #lsdln cast #poll #polls #✧.* amiraverse

[madame-fear]

could you write a drabble for Francisco with these prompts? please 🥺

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. keep kissing me.”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

꒰ ‘𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄’ | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : nonnie this was so sweet and fun to write, thank you for requesting this !! this is literally the first thing I ever write for our sweet man, I hope you enjoy this! 🤧💕 also, tagging my sweet girl @luceracastro in case you are interested! <33 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 550.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, established relationship, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : francisco romero x (fem!)reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompts used : ⤿ mentioned above in request!

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A silly grin quivered at the corner of your lips. Your hand was placed on the back of Fran’s head, having your fingers interwined between his dark blonde curls.

Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips softly pressed against his own thin, rosy ones; tilting your head gently to deepen the kiss. Sitting on his lap and exchanging small, sweet kisses was your favourite activity to do with your boyfriend — you could spend an entire day like this, and none of you would grow bored. In between the kiss, you could feel his own lips turning into a smile.

Humming, you reluctanctly pulled apart, feeling him breaking away the kiss for a brief moment — but his lips still grasped against yours tenderly. His light green eyes moved to stare up at you admiringly, noticing how his smile grew wider at the sight of you. He was absolutely dumbfounded at how pretty you were, in every sense. It wasn’t unusual to catch him admiring you like a fool in love, which made you feel flattered — and a bit shy sometimes, even.

“I don’t recall asking you to stop.” you retorted teasingly, moving your fingers to play with his hair lovingly. “Keep kissing me.” a soft scoff spurred from him, becoming flustered at your playful remarks. “Sorry,” Fran replied meekly, still stupidly smiling to himself. One of his hands cupped your cheek, as his other free hand was placed in your waist while his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips, placing several small pecks. “I can’t help it. I have to admire just how lucky I am.”

Closing your eyes once again, you sighed out of satisfaction at the way your boyfriend showered you in love, filling your face with loving, and delicately small kisses. Grinning widely — as the fluster in your cheeks spread across your face — you moved your face to meet his lips again, firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands One of his hands went to the back of your head, pressing you against his lips, ravenously kissing you.

In between the chaste, affectionate kisses and smooches you continously pressed against each other’s lips, occasionally humming in delight against your mouths, you smiled in a giddy manner. The corner of your lips grew leisurely with each smooch that was given and received; both of you feeling content of having one another in this manner. In a way, it felt comforting - the rest of the world didn’t exist, it was just the two of you, and the faint sound of your kisses.

Eventually, both of you softly pulled apart from one another, faintly panting, trying to catch some air after the makeout session you had. Feebly, he pressed his forehead against your own, keeping his hand in the back of your head so you would remain as close to him as possible, while his other hand moved to your arm - caressing your skin with the tips of his fingers. The amount of pride he felt at the thought of having you with him just like this overwhelmed him; he couldn’t be any more satisfied.

Pressing a final smooch on the tip of your nose, making you squirm and giggle very lightly, he whispered. “If only you knew the effect you have on me.”

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[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

ೀ amira speaks! : based on a dream I had ♡ hope this isn’t too cringy, because I just cringed at myself the entire time I was writing this HAJDJS ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : when your cousin leaves you her baby to take care of for a few days, your admiring husband can’t help but think how it would be if you had a baby of your own. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.3k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, veeery slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing too serious. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : (husband!)Francisco Romero x (wife!)Reader

“Aaaand this, is her favourite toy.”

Taking out a small, seemingly smiling teddy bear from her purse, your cousin playfully moved it in front of the babbling babygirl you currently held in your arms, before actually giving the plushie to the few months old baby. Your cousin is to be out of the country for a few days due to work, and both you and your husband Fran agreed that you would take care of her baby without a problem while she was away.

A smile creeped upon your lips, looking down at the girl tightly embracing the teddy bear. On the other hand, your husband stood by your side, caressing the baby’s soft little head tenderly. He wouldn’t say it, but it was already endearing to see you so keen in taking care of a baby. “Great, anything else we should keep in mind?” you inquired meekly.

The little to no experience you had with children and small babies in general brought a wave of anxiety to you, but you tried pushing those feelings away. Your cousin shook her head in response, she already seemed on quite a hurry. “That would be all for now. Just remember to give her tons of kisses and hugs for me while I’m away, yes?”

In response, a giggle spurred from your lips. Your cousin quickly wrapped a single arm around your body, giving you a brief yet grateful hug, which you immediatly returned before she pulled apart. “Bye, now. Remember you can send me a message for whatever you need.” you hummed at her, nodding eagerly.

“Bye, my little love! Mummy will be back home soon!” a last kiss was placed on the child’s forehead, making her giggle, before you finally waved goodbye to your cousin and wished her luck on her short work trip, and your husband closed the door behind of you.

As the main door to your apartment was closed, your gaze immediatly moved down to look at the babygirl you carried in your arms. Mindlessly walking towards the couch to sit, a wide grin quivered on your lips. The mere sight of such lovely baby smiling up at you and sticking out her little arms to you made your heart melt. Fran placed his hand on your back, caressing you softly, quietly staring as you interacted with the little babbling baby.

“I think the little babygirl already loves you, doesn’t she, mi vida?” gently, you sat down onto the couch, having him doing the same as he sat by your side. The tip of your index figer moved to playfully stroke her cheek, before she grabbed your finger with her small arm, offering you a near toothless smile. “You think so?” you answered, scoffing softly, as his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your head rested on his shoulder, while your hand took the teddy bear from her arms, and used it to play a little bit with her. Fran placed a loving smooch on top of your head, before going back to admiring the way you very naturally played with the babygirl. His fingers went to softly caress the baby’s head with gentleness, smiling to himself.

“Of course I do! Look at how she’s smiling and throwing her little hands at you.” it was a sight that made his heart skip a beat. The single thought of you taking care of a child made him even more enamoured of you, if that was any more possible. “It seems as if you already know how to take care of a baby, and you always said otherwise.”

It was true. Often times you mentioned you were quite insecure of how your parenting skills would be, or that you didn’t know how you would care for a child properly— but the idea seemed less frightening now that, at least, you had the opportunity to care for one for a few days. It felt like the right dose of baby fever for both of you. You felt his lips being placed on your skin, smooching your cheek lovingly.

Gods, Fran had heart eyes for you.

Ever since you began dating, the Argentine fancied the idea of you carrying his child. Just how much of a sweet, loving mother you’d be— your baby would be just as precious as you were. The scenarios he made up every night about starting a family with you were heartwarming, a cause for him to weakly melt in love.

Perhaps it was too early back then, but not anymore. Everytime your husband tried bringing the topic into place, nervousness overwhelmed him— but now, seemed like the right moment to talk about it.

“I think you’d make an excellent mother, my love.” looking up at him, a faint rosy haze occupied your face at the thought of it. Just the sight of you playing with and cooing at a baby was endearing. Sheepishly, you were about to protest against his statement, but he knew you better. “And you can’t say no, don’t deny it. You would be a good mother.” his arm around your waist pulled you closer to him, focusing your attention on him now, as the little girl was distracted with the teddy bear.

You scoffed in response, briefly gazing down at the babe, before going back to stare at him. The insecurity of your parenting skills lingered inside you, but you couldn’t deny, that you quite fancied the idea of parenting a child along him— especially since, lately, your thoughts had been constantly wrapped around the idea of officially forming a family together. “I don’t know if I would be a good mother, I hope so, but you would be a very good and loving father for sure.” how sweet it was to see a crimson hue rising on his pale face at your comment.

Before an answer could escape from his lips, you continued. “You know, I’ve lately been thinking a lot about it...” you drifted off, moving your gaze to the little girl, the tip of your index finger caressed her soft, tiny hand. “About how it would be for us to be parents, I mean.” there, you stared up at him again, feeling his green eyes attentively look at you.

You noticed the way his lips fought back a wide smile from forming, his hand leisurely caressing your back lovingly. “I know,” he replied meekly. “I think about it all the time, I just don’t know how, and when, to bring up the subject.” grinning at him, your head was placed on his shoulder. Relief washed over him at the thought of you also thinking of having a child with him, knowing the feelings were reciprocated.

“Well, I think now it’s the appropiate time to talk about it, no?” you began, “I find myself quite fancying the idea of carrying your children, lately.” you teased lightly, noticing the rosy flush growing on his cheeks. He chuckled, before pressing his lips on top of your head adoringly to give you a small smooch.

“And I quite like the idea of you carrying my children, too.”

You were right— the right time to properly discuss it and plan on bringing a child of your own into the world was now. Keeping his eagerness to himself was a difficult task for Fran, the Argentine seemed almost like a happy puppy when you mentioned that you wanted to have children with him as well. The blonde haired leaned closer to you, placing a peck on your lips.

“Why don’t we talk about it more properly when we get to be alone together again?” you hummed in response as he whispered, dumbfoundedly smiling at him, exchanging a knowing look as you understood what he meant. The moment felt right, and it felt overwhelmingly satisfying— you could thrive in excitement.

You could only imagine just how precious it would be to see him with your child on his arms, helping you to take care of the baby. You nodded in agreement in response at his remark.

“Hmm, it seems about right. I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

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[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : there will never be enough holy water to cleanse myself after writing this. anyways,, see any grammar/spelling mistake? shhh no you didn’t... ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : you don’t mind showing your obsessed, admiring neighbour how little you care if he stalks you— quite the contrary, you adore the idea of being stalked by him. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.7k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, dark fic (I guess?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; him being obsessed with you, mentions of stalking, you knowing you’re being stalked and not caring, mentions of masturbation, cunnilingus, orgasm denial (maybe), begging, neckbiting, reader’s a virgin, P in V, unprotected sex, profanity, praising, very slight degradation, a little bit of choking, creampie. don’t read if you don’t like these topics, MDNI.

He knew at which hours you left, and came back to your home.

He knew your full name, your birthday, the name of your parents, your pets, your relatives, your friends— even your acquaintances, and coworkers.

He knew each one of your social media; your likings, dislikings, and favourite things.

He knew who came in, and left your home. He knew each of the people you hung around with.

Francisco knew down to every little detail that there was to know about you, never missing a thing. Your biggest fan— or, better said, your biggest stalker. He totally didn’t have pictures from your social media all scattered across his photo gallery... Or did he?

A very pretty girl, you were. And endearingly charming, too. One of your brief smiles when you walked past him was enough to lighten any of his worst days. Not a single day passed without him peeping through his window or going out of his home to catch a glimpse of you; you were the only thing his mind was filled with.

It wasn’t strange for you to bump into him everyday, or see him near you. You didn’t dislike your small meetings and chit-chats at all, you had to admit. The blonde haired Argentine was extremely sweet and loving with you, always managing to make you smile with his remarks or silly little jokes.

Ever since you had met him as your neighbour, you found yourself attracted to him— flustering yourself at the thought of how his green eyes fixed themselves on you attentively whenever you walked past each other, or talked. Despite always seeing each other, none of you had ever invited one another to your homes, even if you wanted to... Or at least, yet.

The window to your bedroom was right in front of his own, giving him the perfect sight to observe whenever you were in your room. You always spotted him sitting by his bedroom window, either listening to music on his earphones, or immersed into his own little world; occasionally having his cat sitting by his side, and playing with the fluffy haired feline.

Truth was, his green eyes knew exactly how to stare at you discreetly while you were changing your clothings right in front of your window. You leisurely removed your clothes layer by layer, until your full skin was exposed— having the beautifully given opportunity to see your tits, having the urge of groping them with his hands, and taking them into his mouth.

And you knew he stared at you while you were naked. Each day, especially late at night, you could feel his eyes fervently staring at you through his window while you took your clothes off right before going to sleep. You enjoyed giving him a full teasing show, allowing him to see every inch of your exposed flesh. Playing dumb was certainly a little fun game, and you took all the time in the world until you put on your other clothing.

That’s when, every single night, his hand roughly stroked his aching cock at the thought of your breasts and sweetly exposed flesh, craving to feel your moist inner walls tightening around him, along with the sound of you moaning his name weakly; milking him until every drop of his seed oozed out of you— wondering how it must feel. It surely was as delightful as he imagined, but unfortunately his hand never fully managed to satisfy him, like you would.

You pretended not to know just how obsessed Fran was with you, especially when something personal you had never told him yourself accidentally escaped from his lips. But, even so, with all the playing dumb & pretending, he knew you appreciated the sickening attention he gave to you. It was enlightening to his soul, in way.

Though, the only thing that wasn’t very enlightening to him was when you brought a man to your home, who’s a close male friend of yours and nothing ever happened— but still, those moments made him want to fuck your brains out fervidly, reminding you who you should truly be with with every thrust. You were destined to be with each other.

The only one who felt all this adoration and devotion towards you was him, and him only. Fran would make you see that soon enough.

Surprisingly enough, reluctance always stepped in the way whenever Fran had the impulse of inviting you over to his house, knowing how you discreetly teased him and knew about his obsession over you even if you never mentioned it. Instead, you were the one to take the initiative, and invited him over to your place.

It was a pleasant surprise for him, and it was an abrupt decision you never regretted taking.

Soft grunts continously spurred from your lips, as your chest rose and fell from panting. It was one of the few sounds that managed to echo around your room. Your body trembled from pleasure, feeling small beneath his own tall body, who easily towered you.

Slick oozed from your aching cunt, his tongue capturing your sweet essence ravenously, teasing your entrance with it. “Look at you,” Fran muttered, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive genitalia. “You’re already moaning and shaking like a whore— like my whore.” your wetness stained his chin, as the Argentine moved to tease your nub. “And we are just getting started. I didn’t know you were this desperate.” all you could do, was desperately use your hand to grip his blonde hair from the back of his head, burying his face against your sex.

A proud smile took over his thin lips. His sickening desire was to have you just like this— whining, moaning, getting wet for him, and calling out his name in soft cries. And you fulfilled his fantasies so easily, you were such a good, obeying girl for him. His mouth took your clit gently, sucking from it, encouraging a crying moan to escape from you.

“You really don’t care if the neighbours hear how much of a shameless slut you are for me, no?” he teased, pulling briefly away. Two of his fingers slipped easily inside of you, getting lubricated with the moistness of your pussy— they began pumping in and out of you slowly. You wanted to protest against his teasing, but no coherent phrase could be formed.

His tongue continued to abuse your slit, and most importantly, your throbbing clit. With the way your inner walls tightened around his fingers, increasing the speed in which they thrusted against you, it anticipated that you were about to cum at any moment— and the sound of your moans became leisurely louder. “You are so beautifully tight, mi amor. Did you remain a virgin for me?” you groaned, moving your hips against his fingers. “I will make the loss of your virginity worth it.”

To make things better, you were a virgin just yet, and he would be your first time. The mere thought of it was thrilling, and if anything, it helped to get him even harder than he already was while eating you out. But, despite his own fervent desperation, Fran preferred to mess around with you a little bit more.

A gasp escaped from you. Both his fingers were removed from your inside, leaving an empty, aching space as you were inches away from cumming. His own mouth pulled away from your pussy, and your eyes opened weakly, slightly to look at him with a pleading expression. “Don’t look at me like that, nena.”

As his hand went to caress your leg, moving his fingertips across your skin, his lips placed small kisses across your inner thigh. “I’m quite enjoying you, and I wouldn’t want this to end so soon.” with a frustrated huff, you weakly nodded in agreement, having the need of orgasming for once. You were agitated, and it was obvious— quite a prideful sight, knowing you were in that state because of him.

Delicately, he crawled closer to you. Your body rested on your bed, observing his movements attentively. Being on top of you, you unconsciously placed your legs on top of his back, allowing him to get closer to you. One of his hands went to your cheek, stroking the zone with his thumb. “You must be so desperate, that you don’t even mind me denying your orgasm.” you swallowed sharply, feeling his — still clothed — hard member pressing against your wet, throbbing sex.

Needily, you tried to desperately move your hips against his erection, managing to grind against it, seeking some relief to the aching feeling. It was quite amusing to see how desperate you were to feel his cock. It made Fran scoff briefly, brushing his thumb across your lower lip.

“Look at you, all desperate for my cock.” sweetly, his lips were placed on your forehead, pressing a small kiss. “You’ll have to beg for it, like the good little slut you are for me.” gods, the pleading look you carried beneath him was terribly precious— he could get used to the sight, he knew exactly how to painfully, and dreadfully tease you. His hips softly kept moving frontwards, pressing his clothed erection against your dripping cunt.

“Please,” you whispered, as his lips placed light kisses all over your face. “Please what, amor?” Fran retorted, whispering back, as his lips lowered to your jawline. The friction between his hard cock under his clothing and your exposed pussy was almost painful, you cussed him out mentally— you couldn’t think coherently, much less speak properly. “Please, just fuck me.” you muttered, “I need your cock inside of me, please.”

That was all what he needed to hear. Just to have you beneath him, begging for his cock, whimpering for him drove him absolutely feral. And since you were being obedient, you deserved to get treated. “What a good, sweet girl.” he praised, pressing one last smooch on the corner of your lip with adoration. “Doing everything I tell you to do. You deserve to get what you want, cariño.” and a sigh of relief was heard coming from you. The blonde Argentine was sickeningly charming with his words and manners.

Swiftly, Fran slightly moved away from you, using both hands to lower his pants, and underwear simultaneously. His hand visibly shook from all the impulse he had of fucking you right there, but the moment would be better spent with all the teasing and the denial of your orgasms— just like he had always imagined. Your eyes couldn’t help but meekly stare at his thick, erected cock the second he exposed it, feeling your wetness intensify in anticipation.

His body gently laid on top of yours, cupping one of your cheeks as his rosy lips gave your own a fervent kiss. “You have no idea, just how much I have been fantasising about this moment.” you grunted softly against his lips, feeling him pull slightly apart, enough for your lips to remain grasping against one another. His arms grabbed your legs, helping them to get placed on top of his back once again, aligning his cock with your moist entrance. “And now, I will enjoy every bit of you to the fullest, amor.”

As his lips moved towards your neck, placing small smooches on your most sensitive zones, your legs on top of his back locked together, bringing him closer to you. His teeth began nibbling on a particular neck spot that made you sweetly squirm beneath him. You grunted, as you felt his hard cock gently entering your tight, moist pussy, stretching you slowly. The initial stinging pain had rapidly washed away with how wet you were, lubricating him easily.

Perhaps Fran was obsessed with you to the point he could desperately fuck you no matter what— but the same obsession he had, came with an endless sense of adoration, along with the need to take care of you as if you were made of glass; a fragile little thing. Knowing you were a virgin, his thrusting began slowly, trying to reach as deep as possible inside of you.

His teeth sunk lower into your flesh, it would surely leave a notorious mark in there, enough for him to feel as if you were officially his own. One of your hands went to the back of his head, interwining your tremble fingers in between his blonde, curly strands of hair.

The moans that escaped from you increased it’s sound, being mixed with several pants, and his name muttered under your breath. What a pretty sound to hear, having all of that breathed out against his ear— it sounded far better than in his dreams and fantasies. Along with the sounds of your whimpered moans and his own grunts, accompanied the fleshy sound of his cock increasing the thrusting pace in and out of your cunt, which grew wetter by the minute.

Both his arms were wrapped firmly around your body, holding you tightly closer against him. His kisses became sloppier, as well as the bites he left on each different zone of your neck. The feeling of his cock continously moving in a fast, rough way in-and-out of your needy insides was fulfilling, in a way.

That empty spot you felt was satisfied by his erected shaft, feeling as relieving as you always imagined it to be. Keeping the perfect balance between rough, and gentle. Fran fucked you, just the way you always wanted him to fuck you. After all, the idea of inviting him over was not as bad as you were afraid it would be.

“You’re mine,” those words escaped from him between ragged breaths, against your neck. “You’re all mine only— no one else’s.” with each word he managed to stutter, his thrusts became more intense. Your fingernails dug deeply onto his back, as well as the other hand gripped his hair tighter. His shaft slipped easily and deeply inside of you, abusing your aching hole, feeling how your inner walls milked him so deliciously.

Weakly, you managed to press a few smooches on his lips, getting those pecks immediatly reciprocated by him. “No one can, or will ever love you like I do.” the sound of your skins hitting against one another intensified, as cries escaped from your partly opened lips. A knot formed on your stomach, allowing him to penetrate you harder, and faster.

His hand was wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip on you. It felt good, in a way, as the strength he used wasn’t to actually asphyxiate you, but rather it was more in a possesive way. The way the Argentine grabbed your neck was simply to hold you still, as his lips immediatly took your own for a kiss. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, having him doing the same thing, continously groaning as your inner walls tightened around his pulsating shaft.

The knot that formed on your stomach was inmediatly released, feeling a bit mentally foggy from the pleasure you felt. Simultaneously, his grip on your neck tightened for a brief moment, staying deeply still inside of you as his own cum was released against your inner walls. A warm sensation filled your insides almost immediatly, as well as relief for having been able to cum at the same time, while you could feel his warm fluids beginning to ooze out of your cunt, staining your inner thighs.

His trembling hand slowly, and softly left your neck, going to cup your cheek instead. His panting delicately hit your skin, as a small kiss was placed in the corner of your lips. You meekly smiled at it, using both your arms to try and hug him tightly. The entirety of your body felt vulnerable, continously shaking after all the received pleasure and your orgasm.

A proud grin overtook his rosy lips. Now, it felt as if you were officially his. And, Gods, the idea of having you filled with his cum, and you letting yourself be cummed inside, was more than satisfying.

“You’re such a good girl.” he praised, as several kisses were plastered all across your face. “But don’t think I’m done with you for tonight, nena.”

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` tagging my darling beloveds.ᐟ

@luceracastro @castawaycherry and also, tagging @creative-heart just in case! ♡

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[madame-fear]

꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : just some headcanons for how it would be like to date him.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : headcanons, established relationship, fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` tagging my sweet girl @luceracastro.ᐟ

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Hugs from behind, lots of them! No matter where, when, or what you’re doing — you’ll always feel his arms being tightly wrapped around your body, and his lips placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You’ll be pampered with lots of gifts. I think Fran would be very attentive with the things you like, or mention that you’ll like — immediatly gifting those things to you. Plushies? Jewellery? Flowers? Stickers? Accessories? Whatever you mention you like, or stare at for too long, you’ll immediatly be surprised with it the following day.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You getting lost on his pretty bright green eyes, and him getting lost on yours. Always. And expect him to constantly compliment you for how lovely your stare is.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 If you’d prefer to keep your privacy, he’ll respect it — but occasionally, with your consent, expect Fran to post some pictures of you on his Instagram stories just to show you off a bit. Sweet boy loves you too much to not show how proud he is to have you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 “bonita”, “hermosa”, “linda”, “preciosa”, “mi amor”, “cielo”, “gordis” — he’s always giving you new endearing nicknames, and you really can’t complain much about it because it’s literally adorable.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 cuddles, cuddles, & more cuddles. Often you’re the little spoon because he likes hugging you from behind and nuzzling the tip of his nose on your neck (or kissing it), but he doesn’t mind occasionally switching places and being the little spoon.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 99% of Fran’s camera roll on his phone are just pictures of you, or the two of you doing weird cute shit together. Does he have you as his background wallpaper on his phone, because he always loves admiring you even when he’s far away? Maybe he does. . .

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Having you sitting on his lap is his favourite thing ever. It doesn’t matter if you both are watching something together, or mindlessly scrolling social media — he’d prefer to have you sitting on top of him all the time.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Please play with his dark blonde hair, I have the feeling he’d like feeling your fingers messing with his hair gently. It would make him feel soothingly comforted.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Expect him to be a bit clingy. Always dedicating you love songs and poems, and showering you constantly with his affection just to let you know how much he genuinely adores you. And don’t be surprised if the boys from the LSDLN cast tease him all the time for always talking about you, or for managing to bring you up at any possible topic.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 And speaking of being clingy, physical touch is something you’d experience all the time in your relationship. For example, he adores cuddling & hugging you, holding your hands and kissing them lovingly, pressing his forehead against your own, always kissing every inch of your body. A lovebug.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Wherever Fran goes, you go; and viceversa. He needs to go to a premiere/event to promote a movie? He’s taking you with him, if he can. I don’t think he’d like the idea of being far away from you too much time.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Placing his head on either your shoulder, lap, or chest happens very often, maybe just to seek comfort on you. I think his most favourite spot out of those would be your chest, while your fingers play with his hair. (*wink wink. i’m not further elaborating for now.*)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Coffee shop dates are his favourite type of dates to have with you! Because why not?!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Have I mentioned just how much he loves to give & receive kisses? You’d constantly be embraced by him, as his lips kiss every single inch of your face because that’s how much Fran loves you. And in return, this sweet man will let you kiss him as much as you wish — he wouldn’t even complain, he loves being showered in affection by you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Try to (playfully) squirm away from his tight hugs and he’ll only make it worse. You are totally never getting out of that breathtaking hug.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Does he stupidly stare at you and smiles to himself, like an idiot in love? Yeah, that, too.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Sometimes, you appreciate doing simple things together. Like laying on the bed or couch and listening to a playlist you both made, while quietly talking about whatever thing you’re thinking about. It’s a sweet thing for both of you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 24/7 checking up on you and making sure you’re taken care of. Always running baths for you if you feel stressed, cooking for you, asking you if you slept well, ate and drank enough water — things like that, because he cares for your wellbeing.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 ^^ and if you’re on your period, it would be usual for him to be even more attentive with you than he already is. Buying/cooking whatever you crave, tightly cuddle and praise you (or give you some space if you need), running warm baths, etc.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 For some reason, I like imagining that if you sleep hugged to a plushie, while you’re sleeping, he’ll take the plushie away from you, toss it, and place himself on your arms instead. Stupid little thought, but I find it cute.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 This man just loves you more than anything else, really — he literally adores every bit of you, and won’t doubt a second in showing it.

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[madame-fear]

when you get a horrible nightmare and calls fran in the middle of the night because you’re hoping he would stay with you on the phone, but he immediately runs to your place so he could comfort you in person 💗

𐙚 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌.

ೀ amira speaks! : my Queen, please I hope you enjoy this and it was what you expected, it was written with a great deal of love and hopefully I do justice to everything you requested,, mwah mwahhh! 🥺💋 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 833.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, comfort, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (gn!)Reader

“I can’t even close my eyes, without remembering what I saw in my dreams.”

Dream wasn’t the term you should’ve used— it was a nightmare. A nightmare that hauntingly jolted you awake from your sleep, and the fact that you were all by yourself wasn’t helping. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing the things that appeared in the nightmare, repeatedly. It made you feel desperate.

Your voice was frail. Weak, almost. And who else could you call at such late hours of the night, if not your best friend, Fran? His gentle voice and sweet personality was the comfort you so urgently sought for. You didn’t doubt a second in reaching out for him, and you were right in calling him in the middle of the night, as Fran had — very sleepily — picked up the phone the very second you started calling for him.

“I– I’m sorry. I don’t want to bother you,” you excused, quietly. Not as if it bothered him, anyways. “But please, please stay on the phone with me. I need you.” and you didn’t have to ask twice for it. Of course he was going to stay on the phone with, and for you. Your pleading voice seeking for the comfort of his presence made him melt.

But why stay on the line, awaiting for you to calm down & fall asleep once again, knowing you were alone, when he could be right there by you side, holding you tightly against his body giving you the proper care you needed?

And that’s what Fran did. You had insisted several times that you didn’t want to cause him too much trouble by going to your home to comfort you, that having him on the phoneline was enough of a relief, but it’s not like it truly mattered to him what you said— it was obvious by the mere sound of your voice that you were in need of comfort, he wasn’t going to let you alone all by yourself in the still of the night.

Fortunately, you didn’t leave too far away from each other— Fran had reached your own home rather quick... Especially because he had rushed himself a bit. And throughout the entire time he was going to your home, he had stayed on the line. You had to admit, you felt relieved when you opened your front door, and saw him standing there, keen in offering you some warmth & comfort.

It was true, his mere presence — whether on the phone or physically — bought you endless peace. Good thing you called him, and he insisted on going to your place.

The blonde haired Argentine didn’t waste anytime, and here you were— snuggled together on your bed. His arms were tightly wrapped around your body, holding you firmly against his chest. One of his hands caressed your back tenderly, and the other hand cupped your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your skin delicately.

A sheepish smile occupied your lips, being embraced by his soothing warmth, and the blankets that he had placed over your body. His lips were placed briefly on top of your head, smooching it. “Thank you for coming,” you muttered with gratitude, now feeling Fran’s being placed on your forehead. “Hope I wasn’t too much trouble for you, calling you late at night?”

In response, he scoffed. “Why would you? I can’t leave you all frightened by yourself, amor.” softly, his fingers moved under your chin, lifting your face to make you stare at him, being given several small kisses on the tip of your nose, and the near zones. “Well, you weren’t going to leave me by myself, you were on the other side of the line.” his hand continued to rub your back, pressing you closer to his body, trying to give you all the comfort he had to offer.

“It’s not the same. I still felt as if I were leaving you alone.” he continued, “I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need it. You don’t even need to ask me twice, gordis.” your grin grew wider at his words, placing your head in the crook of his neck, while his arms remained embracing you. Your heart could melt at the genuine sweetness, and love Fran constantly showered you with.

“Now, I believe you should be getting back to sleep, no?” the back of his index finger caressed your chin once again, moving softly across your skin. Leaning closer, another affectionate kiss was placed, this time on your temple, pressing his lips for several seconds on that spot. “Everything will be alright. After all, I will be here to shoo away your nightmares, amor. I won’t be going anywhere.”

The warmth and comfort provided was enough to make you feel secured, and sleepy once again. Any bad dream could terrify you, yes, but he immediatly knew how to soothe you from the fear. You were quite lucky indeed to have him in your life.

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