#was like doing a little sexy [wink wink nudge nudge] at them

[teatitty]

Undertaker sees Grell as something of a stoat or polecat. Just an adorably sweet mustelid like creature he can slink around himself and pick up and hold and coo over, heedless of her teeth as she bites down on his hands and fingers

Like a mustelid, she is fast and agile and elegant and sleek, a symbol of womanhood and class. And just like a mustelid, she will always blindside you when you learn just how violent and cruel she can be

#kuroshitsuji #undergrell #hey guys I really love mustelid's can you tell :3 #despite their size they're capable of killing fully grown rabbits and hares #weasels were used as a placeholder for all mustelid's in 16th century paintings #because mustelid's were symbols of fertility and status and gifting someone a painting with a weasel in it #was like doing a little sexy [wink wink nudge nudge] at them #it's fascinating to read about you should def look it up bc it's also one of my favourite weird little history facts #anyway that's why undertaker sees grell as a stoat and polecat hehe

[angelltheninth]

Endurance Test

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, edging, cock riding, begging, cock tease, licking, dirty talk, cum shot, sub!Peter Parker, dom!Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Kinktober Day 6: Orgasm Denial

Ao3

A/N: I've really been looking forward to this kinktober fic. Peter is always so cute I just want to tease him and make him squirm.

Peter struggled to keep his hips from jerking upwards, his hands fisting the sheets so tight he almost teared them apart. But what could he do? You didn't restrain him but you still told him not to touch you. Which made it even more difficult for him.

"Easy. Don't twitch too much sweetheart." You mumble against the leaking tip of his cock, your hands fondling his full balls, massaging and squeezing, "You don't want me to choke do you?" You wink just before you take his cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to make the sucking easier.

"God. No, no but I- Please." He whines, low and almost teary eyed from frustration, "I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

You release his cock with a wet pop, moving your hand up and down, slowly from the bottom and then rolling your palm over the tip, making sure to spread his cum nicely. "Not yet. Just a little longer. Then you can give me every last drop." You make sure to look at him in the eye as your tongue darts out to lick the dripping bead cum flowing down Peter's hard length.

He bites his bottom lip, making it tremble upon release as another needy whimper escapes him.

"Poor thing. You're so hard. It must hurt a lot huh. How about I kiss it better for you." You trail hot, slow, deliberate kisses up and down his dick, making it throb even more when you give him a long lick from his balls all the way to the tip.

"I need to be inside you. I'm feel like I'm gonna explode." Peter pulls at the sheets, his hands needing something to tug, something to hold onto.

"I fully expect you to. And you've been a very good boy for me Peter. I should reward you now shouldn't I?" You run your fingers between your legs, briefly inserting one finger in, letting out a long moan. "Hear that? That's how wet I am for you. Let me show you."

You move and straddle his hips, spreading your lips with your fingers and rubbing his hard, aching cock between your wet pussy lips.

"Think you're ready for me? Hm?" You roll your hips against his cock, making another drop of cum drip onto his abs. He can't even form words anymore, he just nods his head quickly and whimpers out your name.

With a brief kiss on his lips you position yourself on top of him, nudging your opening with the tip once, twice, before you fully sink down on him without warming.

"Oh fuck!" Peter throws his head back, his hands leaving the sheets for your thighs, keeping your pinned against him, your hips fully against him. "You're so warm inside. Feels like my cock's gonna melt. God. Move. Move. Please. I need to come. I need-"

"Soon love, soon." You squeeze your cunt around him, focusing on his tip as you begin to move your hips ups and down, sinking all the way down each time. "Come when I tell you to. All of it. Make sure you give me all of it. Ready darling? Are you ready to give me all you've got?"

"Yes, yes. Anything. Everything. Please met me come. Please!" He starts to babble, his whole body shaking then snapping like a web thread once you nod his way. His hips start driving into you at full force, his cock shooting warm jets of cum deep inside your pussyhole, painting your insides white with his seed.

You're not far behind, especially when he looks so adorable and sexy underneath you. You start milking him with your cunt, intent on getting all of his cum.

"Holy shit." Peter throws his arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly along with yours. You need to brace yourself on his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over him. "That was intense."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." You lean down to give him another kiss, longer than the last one, brushing your tongue against his. "It feels nice to let go of responsibility and control once in a while huh?"

Peter licks his lips and takes a deep breath, "I wouldn't mind doing it more often."

"I was really hoping you'd say that. Try to last even longer next time hm?" You clench around him again, getting another spurt of cum from him in return.

"No promises." He smiles up at you as he pulls you down and moves his head so you can rest on his shoulder comfortably, "But I'll try anything for you baby."

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker smut #peter smut #marvel #marvel smut #marvel x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman smut #mcu x reader #mcu smut #mcu fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #kinktober #smut

[junnieverse]

— DRUNK BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG ! 💭

➙ drunk boyfriend heeseung thoughts

pairing: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, some crack

request: "what ab drunk heeseung, ik that man would be so flirty omg"

warning: not proofread, mentions of alcohol and drinking ofcourse, slightly suggestive?

a/n: this was quite a mess, i apologise. hope you liked this anon! honestly though, drunk heeseung would be quite amusing to see.

now you thought you could count on your boyfriend to take care of himself while he was out with his friends

but boy were you wrong

heeseung was out with some close friends and a few of the members celebrating the end of their successful comeback promotions but he had one too many

after getting a few drunken texts from your boyfriend you decided to go join the party to make sure he was okay

plus you missed him so this was you hitting two birds with one stone

heeseung had a bad case of Asian flush

boy was he red but he could care less, he was just happy to see you

"Well hey there sexy." he says eyeing you up and down biting his lip

instantly engulfs you into a tight hug

he won't be letting go anytime soon but after alot of protest from you (since he was pretty much suffocating you) he finally let go

super touchy as well and throws you alot of suggestive looks

you have to sit on his lap, he would actually probably get sulky if you're not

drunk heeseung is super attractive and he tends to put on a show because he knows he looks good and that you're watching him

"How about you take a picture, it'll last longer." he tells you before winking

anddd there you go, folding, like an origami

if it is more of a clubbing scene then he is definitely gonna ask you to dance with him

once again he is gonna show off and get touchy with you on the dance floor

he started off cute and all but boy did it suddenly get hotter in that club

SOMEONE CALL 911, THIS MAN WILL RISK IT ALL FOR YOU IN PUBLIC

if it's more of a chilled scene like a bar or karaoke then prepare to be serenaded

grabs an empty soju bottle and starts singing to you while trying to stand straight the entire time (fails miserably)

the amount of photos and videos his friends have of him either passed out somewhere random or singing trot songs

physically attached to you the entire time so when other people start throwing suggestive looks at you, he gets a little jealous

he makes sure to kiss you or hug you from behind just a little tighter while looking the person who'd been eyeing you the entire time to show them who you belong to

randomly messes around with you

"Hey there cutie? You single?" he playfully says placing down your drink as he takes a shot of his own

laughing softly you decide to play along, "Mhm no, I have a boyfriend."

"Well you're lucky then, he must be super tall, handsome, sexy, funny-"

you playfully nudge him as he boosted his own ego having expected him to talk about how lucky HE was to have YOU

"I'm kidding babe, I have the best partner ever."

"Damn right you do."

when you do decide to head home, you're stuck with a man child

heeseung starts running around, doing cartwheels

at some point he attempted to dive into a public trashcan, "Babe look! I'm going swimming!"

he woke up the next morning with a shoe missing and a major hangover

#junnieverse.zip #heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen #enha #heeseung x reader #heeseung headcanons #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fluff #heeseung crack #enhypen x reader #enhypen heeseung #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen crack #kpop #kpop headcanons #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop crack

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Hi!! I missed you and your writing a bunch and never got the chance to congratulate you on the wee babe! So happy for you and your partner ❤️

If you are willing to do any Eddie blurbs, maybe you could do a kind of slow burn, sexy lil one for the Eddie girlies (me) 😂 I know the blurbs are quite short so obviously a slow burn isn’t meant for that but maybe just something that is full of some delicious/thick sexual tension!

I know I’ll love anything and everything you’ll write so I can’t wait to see what you come up with 😘😘😘😘

thank you my lovely! I wasn’t sure if I hit the brief here, so I hope you like it! 🧡

It was ridiculous, you knew that.

An entirely, enormously ridiculous way for someone your age to act. But Eddie Munson was far prettier up close and he was softer than you’d imagined, a little clumsy and funny even when he didn’t mean to be.

And he was friends with your friend. You’d watched in awe one day when he pulled Robin into a one armed hug outside of the town library, his arm slung familiarly around her shoulders and when she introduced you with your name and a nudge to your ribs, Eddie Munson turned his wide smile onto you and you suddenly realised there could be things that were brighter than the sun.

It was an awful, pretty thing, to have a crush.

A cloying, silly thing that made your body flush with heat and your stomach feel too tight. It made your to tongue too big for your mouth, it made you tear your wardrobe apart looking for the perfect outfit, just on the off chance of getting to see him. And when someone mentioned his name, your breath would catch in your chest and your heart threatened to explode, to shatter your ribcage and announce itself to everyone around you by throwing itself dramatically onto the floor below.

You think Eddie knew. He had to. Either because you were awful at hiding it or your friends couldn’t keep their mouths shut. He didn’t tease, not really. Eddie had found out rather quickly that you weren’t as used to being teased in the way he did with Nancy, or Steve. So he was so much more gentle with you, but god, you noticed the way he grinned a little too much when he leaned down to talk by your ear, watching for the parting of your lips at his proximity, the way your hands would curl into your pockets.

So he took to trying out something new each day, a slow but sure thing. He promised you shotgun when the rest of the kids moaned and had to clamber into the back of the van, throwing you a wink and a little bow as he held the door open for you.

One day he brought pizza for games night, five boxes of it stacked in his arms on top of a monopoly case. And when no one else was looking, he produced some twizzlers from his pocket, easing them into your hands and whispering that they were “just for you and him, alright?”

Another wink, another grin, another thing to set your body alight.

Then during movies, he made sure to steal the seat next to you, sinking down into Nancy’s couch cushions, pretending not to notice how his body melted into yours. He was a solid wall of heat, much softer without leather and denim but when his bare arm touched yours, your body turned electric, your brain buzz and fizz.

And when it got dark enough and everyone was too busy arguing over the best Star Wars, Eddie’s hand moved from his own lap to lay next to yours on the sofa. His pinky finger touched your own, something you would’ve thought was an accidental touch if it hadn’t happened twice.

When you found the courage to peer at his face in the shadows, his straight nose and flushed cheeks highlighted red from Darth Vaders lightsaber, you saw the twitch of his mouth, the beginnings of the smile he could never seem to contain.

He kept his hand there all night and magically, amazingly, touching the courage to do the same - even if your ribcage was taking a beating from the way your heart pounded against your bones.

You were sure you were permanently scalded from being around Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #Eddie Munson oneshot #Eddie baby blurb

[justheblueberry]

handbinding of A Study in Scarlette by kittebasu

There are people who want to live forever, and then there is Shinichi, who just wants to live a little longer than this.

this bind has been in my head since i first read the fic like, three years ago. i dreamed up so many ideas for it, for so long, and now it's finally done! the typeset was actually done in early 2022, back when i was still using google docs, but it went through a few iterations because i was just. so. fiddly. with every aspect of this book. it needed to be perfect (as close to perfect as i, an amateur bookbinder out of my depth, can get) and it had to be absolutely over the top, to reflect the insane amount of love and care that the author put into the fic itself.

the first time i read this fic, i barely knew what detective conan was, much less all of the intricate plot details; i was just along for the ride, but by the end i was completely invested. i went back and watched through the anime as well as a few movies (it took me six months) and then read the fic again. and then a few more times. kaishin and the world of dcmk has utterly gripped me. it's 100% this fic's fault and i love it so, so, much.

i went through a few iterations of visual designs and i'm really happy with the little details i managed to squeeze in.

the entire color scheme is based around red, because 1) it's a murder mystery, 2) for scarlette shinamoto (and the title of the fic as well as the original holmes novel it references), and 3) the irony of "lady red" actually being red. the secret fourth reason is that i think red/gold is a super sexy color combo.

i sewed the textblock with red thread to reference holmes' "scarlet thread of murder".

another detail i love is the five yen coin bookmark, it was one of my first ideas and it turned out even better than i thought.

i wanted the endpapers to evoke a sense of the white marbled floor of the ballroom, with the glow-in-the-dark kaitou kid caricature being the luminol on the floor, and the little pops of red looks like blood that's been mixed in. i lucked out in that the other side of the endpaper was like a lavender-purpley color, i like to think of it as a little wink wink nudge to the color of the actual Lady Red.

the chapter pages got a few reworkings, but i'm happy with the illustrations i ended up doing for each of them. the chapter titles are one of my favorite things about the fic, each one has so much meaning packed into it and flows so beautifully, and i wanted to put as much care into making them pop as possible.

the cover was a linocut carving i designed and carved, which i then printed onto the bookcloth, and ironed on htv on top.

i also threw in a couple of my drawings of my favorite scenes.

this is getting way too long, so i'll end it here. i'll have a separate post detailing the process every step of the way, if anyone wants to take a closer look. this fic is kind of directly responsible for getting me into fanbinding, so it's safe to say it altered the course of my life. i now spend way too much time (and money) looking at book stuff.

kittebasu, if, somehow, you see this and would like an author copy, i would be honored to make one and ship it to you; i would be overjoyed to gift you with any art i have the ability to make, because the fics you wrote have irreversibly altered my brain chemistry, and being able to give back in any capacity would be a dream. (thank you.)

a few postscripts:

i am not selling any copies of this fic. partially because i believe in the gift economy of fandom as well as firmly keeping fanbinding a hobby that will stay unmonetized, but also because it took me months (years, if we are counting when i first finished the typeset) to finish this and i do not have the strength.

however, if you are also a fan of this fic and would like a copy, i honestly, fervently, encourage you to give fanbinding a try! renegade publishing and its discord server are an absolutely wonderful and free resource. i knew nothing about bookbinding and had zero materials when i first started, but i've learned so much thanks to the lovely people there. if you're still apprehensive about getting started, i'd be willing to share my typeset of this fic as well as answer any questions about the making of this book if you DM me.

#detective conan #detco #magic kaito #dcmk #名探偵コナン #my books #kaishin #kaitou kid #kaito kid #kuroba kaito #kudou shinichi #edogawa conan #handbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #fanfic #bookbinding #a study in scarlette #book binding #guys #its finally done #im tearing up #this has been my dream bind for so long and its FINISHED #and im really really happy with how it turned out #i seriously cannot put into words how much this fic rewired my brain #ash knows though he's seen my 2 am red string theory corkboard #about what the sequel might be about #まじっく快斗 #meitantei conan #case closed

[monzamash]

me running to your ask 🏃🏻‍♀️

“do you think this is a joke?” + lando

eeee i'm in my lando feels rn so thank you!

lando norris x you (femreader) — 583 words 18+ minors dni

You could never really pinpoint the series of events that lead to you tangled up with Lando, and figuring it out all seemed too hard when it felt this good. He wasn’t stopping you and you certainly weren’t stopping him as he trailed his sharpened tongue down the side of your neck, fingers unclasping each fastened button on your shirt.

“Hello sexy bra,” He always whispered in appreciation, knowing that you’d worn it for him and couldn't wait for him to see it when you would eventually wind up half-naked in his drivers room.

His lips were like droplets, firm and fleeting as you grasped his curls between your fingers, toying with them while he enjoyed the white lace covering your flushed chest. It never went further than a steamy make out session when you were in public, time was never on your side and Lando was hyper-aware of that. At least he usually was.

“What are you doing?”

Your voice was quiet and rushed as his nimble fingers gripped the waist of your tight jeans, alerting you out of the lustful haze his lips had hypnotised you into. Lando looked up from between your breasts, tongue flat on the sensitive nub and a smirk threatening the corners of his mouth.

“I need to taste you. I can’t wait ‘til later.”

His reply shocked you, frozen in place while his needy hands moved to the front of your jeans and continued the to unbutton them, zipper already halfway down and frankly, taunting him.

A breathy scoff slipped from your throat as you gripped his curls a little tighter and tugged his head back, “You’re joking.”

Your other hand clasped around his wrist firmly but the spark of pleasure surging down your spine when Lando over-powered you had your grip loosening, the pads of his fingers sliding deliciously over your folds, separating them until a moan hitched in your throat.

A devilish smile swept across his face as he watched your eyes flutter and felt your thighs tighten together, nose ever so softly brushing against yours as he leaned in, “Do I look like I’m joking?” voice raspy, pussy tingling.

“Shit,” was the only word you could think of; speechlessly entranced by the way Lando’s fingers teased you, greedily spreading your wetness that he’d caused. Eyes rolling when he dove further, clenching around his slender middle finger as he slid inside.

“Wish that was my dick.”

Lando's whispered breath fanned across your face as he watched your forehead relax, eyes still closed from pleasure. You nodded, trying to be as quiet as a mouse while he nudged you softly to the edge; a place you knew you shouldn’t be.

“Please don’t make me come.” You begged, knowing there wasn't a chance in hell that you’d get away with this, your job meaning more to you than a quick release. And Lando respected that.

“You’re so cruel to yourself, baby.”

His smug smirk was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes, narrowed and scolding until he released you from his clutches, the emptiness causing a low groan to slip from your own dopey grin. Lando pulled back and put the finger he’d been knuckle deep inside you with in his mouth, sensually sucking on it with a pop.

“So sweet,” He teased and leaned down to capture your smirking lips, cheeks blushing from him so blatantly praising you; needing you.

“See you later later, yeah?” And with a wink he was gone.

thoughts? feelings? let me know! askbox

masterlist if you want to read more x

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris blurb #f1 imagine #f1 smut #monzamashmasterlist #spicy prompts

[liesmyth]

top 5 pasta shapes?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU!!

In no particular order:

Ditalini (L) Not only they are the gayest pasta shape, as the word is also Italian slang for “fingering” , but they're my favourite tiny pasta because they're so versatile. Love 'em for pasta and patate especially.

Farfalle (R) Not only their shape gives me joy but it's also fantastic for gripping sauce and other seasoning. I can do amazing farfalle with salmon and parsley u have no idea.

FUSILLI (L) THEEE ultimate short pasta, ngl probably my all time fave. The way the sugo clings to the little spirals... sublime

Bucatini (R) Isn't it sexy the way they're just drowned in that sugo all'amatriciana? Borderline erotic. Look at it. The name means "little holey" because they have a lil hole inside, unlike spaghetti, and I could make so many sex jokes about this it's not even funny. It DOES makes them tastier. To me.

Rotelle (L) Literally what is there not to love about a pasta shaped like a lil wheel. It's sooo cute and sparks so much joy.

Bonus!! Gnocchi (R) They don't really count as pasta ig, because they're technically dumplings, but the they occupy a similar ecological niche as freshly made pasta in italian cuisine. Also in Rome when you think a girl is very hot you say "è una gnocca" meaning that she's delicious and will melt in your mouth. Wink wink nudge nudge

#is this the most Italian post I have made on this webbed site? mayhap so #askbox games #food #pastalovers #<- saw this tag thought it was funny #italian tag #pasta #on love

[gretavanlace]

Purple Haze

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, use of marijuana, language, dirty talk, praise, degradation, sliiiiight dom/sub if you squint and turn your head just right. Idk, you guys know me by now

This goes out to my anon who asked for smoked up, lazy, dirty sex with josh, about a million years ago. I’ve lost your ask, but I hope you know I loved and appreciated your request, and I apologize for the long, long wait.

“Stop staring at me.” you run the tip of your tongue along the blunt you’ve just completed, purposely avoiding Josh’s gaze.

He sits at the opposite end of the couch, eyes boring a heated hole through you. “Can’t help it.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him curl his legs, twisting them beneath him, rendering himself even tinier than usual. “You look sexy when you roll.”

You hand him the blunt and a lighter - the green hit is his favorite. “You only think that because you can’t roll for shit.”

“Never needed to, Jake was always around to do it for me, and now I have a pretty girl to do my bidding.” He sounds pleased with himself, so naturally, you feel like knocking him down a peg.

“And you’re just okay with being a pillow princess? Happy to sit back while I do all the work?”

“Delighted.” he winks around a long, lazy hit. “This one’s a little too tight, though. You losing your touch?”

The perverted old man quip comes to you so quickly you consider getting up to check the mail for your honorary penis. “Thought you liked tight, Josh?”

“Oh my god,” he groans, passing to you after hitting it twice like a mannerless savage. “That was bad, babe. Like, Samuel level bad. We gotta work on your material.”

You smoke and pass back and forth in comfortable silence for a while until, as usual, he feels the need to fill it. “Wanna walk down to the store for weird snacks? I’ll hold your hand and pretend I like you.”

This is a favorite little game of his. Find a store and search out the strangest snacks you can find. The first time you’d played with him, he’d given you the most disappointed look you’ve ever seen grace his beautiful features when, with a smirk, you’d presented him with a cylinder of Pumpkin Pie Spice Pringles. “I said weird, love,” he’d frowned, tucking them onto a random shelf behind you. “Not disgusting.”

“No,” you sigh, crawling across the couch cushions until you can curl up like a cat with your head in his lap. “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”

“Okay,” he runs his thumb over your mouth. “Bad lip reading?”

Another of his favorites…throw on an old movie or cheesy sitcom, mute the volume, and make up your own dialogue. He is the reigning champion…mainly because his thoughts are completely unhinged at all times anyway.

You shake your head in his lap, just to feel the soft weight of his cock nudge against your temple. “You always win.”

“Sore loser, are we?” He teases softly, lifting his hips closer to you subtly.

“I’m high.” Your voice is slow and lazy…a fuzzy breath undulating along just like the haze of smoke that plays above your heads.

“Wasn’t that kind of the point?” His voice sounds just as faraway. Bluesy and thick.

Turning your face inward, you shamelessly nuzzle against his dick again through his sweats. Dragging your tongue along the length of it before bestowing a gentle bite into the girth of it. He sucks in a hiss of an inhale through those perfect teeth of his and then releases it shakily. “Watch it, baby.”

“I think you liked it.” You challenge, just before lightly biting once more. He’s harder now, and the moan you draw from his chest makes your thighs both press together and ache to spread apart.

“You want that?” His tone is guiding you down a familiar path…he’s switched on now, and you are positively alight with excitement.

“Yes.” You nod up at him with your sweetest fuck me eyes.

“Where? You want this pretty mouth all nice and full?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip, “Or would you like to be nice and full somewhere else?

“I wanna sit on your lap.” the words drift out of you with a wandering curl of a smoky exhale as you pass the blunt back to him.

He takes it, fills his lungs and then rasps around the hit he’s still holding in. “On my lap or on my cock?”

Leaning forward, he brings his mouth to yours and gently breathes the smoke into your mouth. You accept the shared hit with lust and longing pulsing through your body hard and fast.

“So romantic, Joshua.” You tease, unable to summon much of a bullying tone…you almost sound serious, and maybe you are. No one else gets to sit on his cock, who’s to say what romance is? Shouldn’t it be in the eye of the beholder? Like beauty? Surely the universe holds millions of unique instances of love that…

Oh no, when you start thinking like Josh, you know you’re cashed. To that end, when he moves to pass to you, you shake your head and fumble up to straddle him while he leans over the arm of the couch to stub it out in a tiny clay ashtray he crafted in art class his freshman year of high school.

“Told the teacher it was a jewelry dish for my sister’s birthday so it wouldn’t be confiscated.” He likes to remind you proudly. As if his teacher actually bought his bullshit.

“Hi, cookie.” He smiles, red eyes heavy and slow as they drink you in.

“Cookie?” You laugh, rocking slowly down against him…the warmth of his cock leading you toward drowsiness, like slipping into a bath filled with fragrant, iridescent, bubbles.

“Yeah, you look good. Tempting. Plus, you taste very sweet.” He shrugs, “Also, I’m high as hell and thinking about food. We should’ve done the grocery store thing.”

“Okay,” your hips are rolling with rhythm now, his fingers gripping deliciously into your sides. “Well, it makes me feel like I’m a cocker spaniel, so quit it.”

A full-chested laugh rolls out of him as his head falls to rest against the back of the couch. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Cute?” Your palms slide up his shirt, thumbs circling over his nipples as he hums and gasps his appreciation.

“So cute,” he pulls you down onto his lap harder, grinding up into you until the tip of his still hidden cock is sweeping over your clit. “And I’m high and hungry. What should I call you? Salt and vinegar chips? My crunchy taco supreme? Questionable leftovers? Chicken flavored ramen?”

How are you laughing this hard while simultaneously soaking through your panties?

“Mmm,” you moan, as though swooning. “Questionable leftovers, please. Fuckin’ hot.”

He quiets your giggles by wrapping one palm around your throat, the other clasping the nape of your neck, owning you as he pulls you in, nose to nose.

“But you’re my favorite thing to eat, aren’t you? So what if I just called you my pretty little cunt, like that’s all you are to me?”

The air in your lungs tumbles free on a stuttering, hitching, embarrassing, sound of lust, and the look in his eyes tells you it hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Oh…you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Josh, please…” you whimper, yanking at the waistline of his sweats.

“Needy girl.” He teases, breathing into your mouth, “On your feet.”

“No.” You protest with the smallest of pouts. “Right here.”

“Just need to get these off you, love.” He cradles your cheek and snaps at your pj bottoms. “Up.”

You feel the gentle heat of a blush rising to your cheeks. You really are gone. Cross-faded on the THC floating through your system, and him. Mostly him. “Love?” You laugh quietly as you stumble up. “What happened to Questionable Leftovers?”

His gaze lifts to yours, dark and full of lust, yet still swimming in the bliss of the blunt. “Don’t you mean, ‘What happened to my pretty little cunt’? Because, I think you liked that one better.”

Without another word, eyes locked on yours, he rids you of your pj’s and panties, himself of his sweats and then manhandles you back down against him, while you clutch your bottom lip between your teeth.

Rather than bother with your tank top, he simply yanks the neck of it down, stretching it out until your tits pop free. He nestles his face between them and murmurs against your skin; sweet nothings and filthy promises as he licks and sucks at your nipples until you’re shivering and panting, tugging at his curls, hungry for more.

“Josh, please…” the words tremble out shakily and he nibbles on the tip of your breast in response.

“Begging already?” He smiles fondly, the fine hairs of his mustache bringing chills with the movement. “Such a sweet girl. Who’s my sweet girl, hmm? Tell me.”

“Me. I’m your sweet girl.” you arch your back, sending your nipple further into his mouth, but he pulls away.

He reaches down and drags his thumb over the glistening shine you’ve glazed his cock with, then brings it to your lips. He watches on while you lick it away, savoring yourself on your tongue. “Yeah, taste…such a sweet girl, aren’t you?”

You nod and fight to keep your eyes from rolling back in your head.

“You’re dripping all over me.” He points out with that luscious rasp quieting his tone. His fingers guide your hips a bit faster. “Making such a mess of my cock with your slutty, wet, pussy…”

“Fuck,” the curse escapes you unexpectedly, interrupting him.

“Yeah?” He teases. “See? You know what you like, don’t you, baby? You’re a sweet girl for me until I start whispering filthy things.”

“Then what am I?” You yank and tug on his shirt with a lazy fever, both enjoying and hating the game all at once.

His palm cracks against the outside of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft, thick of it. “Then you're my pretty, pretty cock drunk whore. Look at you, begging for it with your whole body, all slow and gentle because you’re in the clouds and sleepy stoned. I love it.”

“Stop teasing,” you plead, sugary as cotton candy. “I want it.”

“And you’ll have it. You know I can’t deny you for long, love, but right now this just feels too fucking good.” He angles his hips to nestle the silky tip of his cock against your clit. “Beautiful cunt all slick and hot against me. Keep going. Just a little longer.”

“No.” You shock him statue-still when, in a flash of movement that should be too swift for your inebriated state - you lift your hips, wrap your fingers around the thick base of him, and slip him inside.

His arms are wrapped around you in a blazingly fast blink of an eye. “Sit still.” He orders, voice firm and unwavering…it sends a spark of electricity popping up your spine. “Naughty girl too high to know what’s good for her?”

Your eyebrow hooks defiantly, “Maybe.”

Without bothering to reply, he licks his thumb absently and drops it down to your clit. “Oh,” he grins. “This darling little clit is just hard as a rock. No wonder you’re being so pushy…you must want it bad.”

“You think my clit is darling?” You're trying to taunt him, challenging for the upper hand.

“Of course I do.” He begins circling over it with tight, silken, curls of his thumb. “So darling. So precious and pink, soft and delicate…and the things I can do to you just by babying her around a bit.” He hums, as if remembering. “Fucking perfect. Fucking darling.”

“Standing by your statement,” You gasp, trying your hardest to fuck yourself on his cock while he holds you still and sure. “Good man.”

You grow louder, nearing your end, tip-toeing along that familiar razor-sharp edge, silently praying that the way you can feel yourself clenching around his cock will coerce him into finally fucking it up into you.

And yet, he doesn’t…and it forces your hand.

“Fuck me,” you finally give in and beg. “Please baby, just fuck me.”

“Earn it.” He whispers, watching your face intently as his hand plays you like a song. “Be a good girl and fucking earn it.”

“I don’t want to earn it.” You whine, catering to his need to baby you. “I want you to just give it to me. Spoil me.”

“You’re a worthy opponent, love…” he croons softly, sounding proud. “I almost gave in. Almost. Now, come on, little girl, give it up. I can feel you right there, you’re squeezed so tight around me.”

Your head falls against his shoulder, thrashing back and forth but he’s having none of it. “Huh-uh, baby. Want you to watch me make you cum.”

Wrenching yourself back up, you train your blurry gaze on his face, and, with a whispered, “C’mon, sweetheart, right on my cock with that gorgeous little cunt…” he shoves you into the abyss.

Darkness seeps into the peripherals of your vision as you try to stay focused on his ethereal face, and the pained expression painted across it. In the end, it becomes too much, and your head lolls back with a blissful cry.

Rather than scold you for not honoring his request to keep your eyes on him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and groans out praises and obscenities. Most of which you can’t understand through the lavender fog he has unleashed in your brain.

When, at last, the smoke clears, you find his eyes. It's as though he’s been waiting a thousand years for you for as much desperation as you find in his stare.

“Ride me,” he orders, sounding as shaky and needy as you must have just a few short moments ago. “Right now…fucking ride me, please baby, oh my god - fuck, please.”

You could tease him. You could metaphorically push him around a bit about how the tables have turned. But in reality, the tables haven’t turned at all - you want him just as badly. You want to ride him until nothing else exists in the world.

When you begin rolling your hips, sending his cock slipping in and out of your warmth with a divine, slick, drag, he doubles over away from the back of the couch and into your arms. “That’s it, sweetheart…fuck me.”

“Yeah?” You hum, raking your fingernails softly over his scalp just to feel him shudder with chills.

“Yeah. Doing so fucking good for me, baby…gonna make me cum.”

Pushing him back, you lean away, trying to find that elusive angle that will send him rutting against that perfect spot inside you, but instead, you stumble upon something that’s perfect for him.

“Right there…” he gasps, clawing his dull nails into your hips. “Oh fuck, fuck…right there. Don’t stop…right there…there there there…”

“Cum for me,” you coax, fucking him harder now as he loses it completely beneath you. Writhing and thrashing and clutching at you desperately. “Come on, baby…right inside. I want it so bad.”

With a loud, feral growl that could shake the rafters, he spills into you. His body twisting and bucking into yours, violently grasping for purchase to keep him grounded.

It takes an astonishingly long time for him to calm down, but you just pet him patiently, babying him softly, loving on him and whispering sweet things.

Normally, he would complain that you’ve only gotten off once, no matter how much you insisted you were fine. He’s almost never satisfied with once. Twice is barely sufficient in his book, but he’s too far gone. He came too hard to care, and you feel positively smug about it.

When, after a leisurely bask in the afterglow, you move to climb off his lap, he whines in protest. “Stay.”

“You know, you get very subby after you get off.” You poke gentle fun and lift away from him despite his complaints.

“I do not!” He huffs. His hand darts out to swat your ass, but he misses by a mile and slumps back against the couch rather than worrying about trying again.

“Yes, you do.” You correct, flashing him a little smile. “Now you just wait here while I run to the bathroom. I’ll be back to clean you up, and then I’m going to make sandwiches.”

“Oh great, mysterious universe,” he extends a fluid, waving hand toward the ceiling as you slip out of the room. “Full of wonder and truth, secrets and curiosities…what have I done to deserve this woman? Giver of orgasms, Bringer of sandwiches...I am unworthy.”

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[absurdthirst]

Protective Big Brother {Frankie Morales x Davis!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20.7k

Warnings: BDSM elements, rough sex, derogatory language, use of safe words, bondage, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, plugs/toys, anal sex, public sex, threats of violence, guns

Comments: When you come to visit Tom after breaking up with your boyfriend, you start a very satisfying fling with Frankie. Having to keep everything a secret from your overprotective asshole brother, everything comes to a head when he comes over and sees his friend doing unspeakable things to his little sister.

A/N: It is mentioned several times within the story that you are Tom's adopted sister. While I personally dislike Tom Davis....you can't choose family and it would be fun to see how he reacts!

Co-written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Frankie chuckles, sipping his beer as he listens to Benny defend his latest defeat. "The guy was left handed. It threw me off." The younger Miller brother shakes his head and you snort, "sure Ben. That's what sent you down to the ground within three rounds." You sip your own beer while the other guys snort. 

"Even my little sister can see that's bullshit." Tom nudges you playfully and Benny huffs.

"Adopted sister." You roll your eyes, knowing that even if you weren’t blood, you were still Tom's family...as much as he's an asshole, he's still your brother. Tom pouts at you and takes another sip of his beer. 

"Thank God you're adopted." Benny quips, winking at you. "Don't want to look like him."

"Fuck you, Ben." Tom throws Benny a finger and the guys start laughing while Benny throws another insult towards the other man.

You set your beer down, looking over at Frankie. God, he looks so sexy with his worn "Standard Oil" cap and scruffy mustache. You wonder how it would feel between your- "Are you listening to me?" Tom huffs and you turn to look at him. 

"Huh?" You ask, still a little lost in your fantasy of Frankie. 

"I asked if you want to go to the girls' soccer game tomorrow?" He asks and you nod, "sure. That sounds good." You sip your beer again, trying to not get distracted by Frankie.

Frankie’s brow furrows, wondering what has you distracted. You seem like you are off in your own little world and he wonders if you have something going on in your personal life that you are musing over. As Tom’s sister, you’ve always been firmly off limits, but he has eyes and he’s surprised that you aren’t talking about a boyfriend. Although Tom probably discourages that as much as possible. 

“Fish.” He looks away from you to see Benny grinning at him. 

“What?” He asks, making his friend giggle. 

“You’re lost in lala land, man.” Benny teases.

“A lot of that going around.” Tom grumbles.

You roll your eyes at your brother, taking another sip of your beer. After a moment, your eyes flick back to Frankie. God, he’s so sexy and you just know he has capable hands. Your gaze drops to his hand, that tiny little bullseye tattoo he has there makes you want to lick it. 

“Jesus, you are out of it.” Benny shakes his head and you shake your head at the younger Miller brother. 

“And? I have a right to be. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” You tell the younger brother, revealing the real reason that you are visiting your brother and his family in Florida.

Frankie hates the way that his entire body comes to attention at the news that you are single. You are off limits, he tells himself, just like he’s told himself every time you come around them. Luckily, you’ve been with this now discarded boyfriend most of this time and Frankie doesn’t encroach. 

“Damn, what happened?” Benny is probably Frankie’s favorite person right now for asking the question that he wants to know most. He leans forward and tries to look nonchalant as he waits for the answer.

You sigh, knowing you can’t tell them the entire truth about why you broke up with your boyfriend. “We just wanted different things. He wanted me to be his little housewife. Pregnant and cooking his breakfast lunch and dinner but that- I’m not ready for that. Not sure I ever will be. I just - we had different interests. Different…desires.” You finish, clearing your throat before you sip your beer again, avoiding looking at any of the men surrounding you.

Frankie hisses under his breath but Tom is scowling fiercely enough to kill your ex with a look. “Do I need to kill him?” He demands, hand tightening around his beer bottle. “Did he hurt you? Force you to do shit you didn’t want to do?” Tom can be questionable at times, they all can, but right now he’s in protective big brother mode. Years of special forces training just itching to be put to use.

You reach out to touch your brother’s upper arm. “No. We are - he understood and he didn’t do anything to hurt me.” You huff under your breath, “that was the issue.” Tom is too busy acting like the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes to really listen to you. “He didn’t force me to do anything. Calm down. It’s over and I am here. I’m fine. Seriously Tom, no need to go and find him and kick his ass.”

Frankie, due to years of watching for signals and loud engines, reads lips. Smirking at your uncaught comment, he slaps Tom on the shoulder. “Relax man, she would come to you if something happened.” He tells his friend. “Besides, it wouldn’t just be you hiding the body.” His dark eyes turn to you. “We’d all help if he had stepped over the line.”

You roll your eyes, “like having multiple protective brothers.” Tom relaxes, downing the rest of his beer. Your eyes meet Frankie’s, noticing the downturn of his mouth at that comment. 

Benny distracts you, “hell yes. I’ll kick their ass.” He promises, putting his fists up. Tom snorts, reaching out to slap Benny’s shoulder. 

“I know you got my back. Listen, I’m gonna get to bed. Long ass day and Molly gets pissed when I get into bed stinking of beer. Gonna take a shower and get some sleep. You two-” He points at Frankie and Benny, “are gonna spend the night. You’ve had some beers and I don’t need to be bailing your ass out of jail in the morning.” 

Frankie shakes his head, “I’ve had three beers man.” He huffs but Tom just points at him. 

“Guest room is occupied but the sofa and the pull out sofa are free.” He tells Benny who nods, swaying a little as he gets up. He might’ve indulged after his recent defeat. 

“I call the pull out sofa.” He stumbles to walk to Tom’s den, pulling out the sofa with Tom’s help. 

“Night.” Your brother tells you, “get some sleep.” 

You nod, looking over at Frankie. “You want some water?” You ask him, knowing he will likely leave anyway. 

“Sure.” He nods and you walk into Tom’s kitchen, grabbing a water from the fridge. 

“I bet Benny has already passed out.” You chuckle, handing him a bottle.

“Yeah.” Frankie chuckles and twists off the cap. He’s sober. The three beers he’s nursed was over the course of hours, but he wasn’t going to argue about staying. Not if it meant getting to spend a little more time with you. “So I guess I should say that I’m sorry you broke up with your boyfriend, but I’m not.” Frankie tells you. “Sounds like he was a douchebag and not good enough.” He gives you a grin as he tips the bottle back to down half of it in three large swallows.

You lean back against the counter, watching him and you want to just lean in and kiss his neck, see how he reacts. “Yeah I- I miss him but we just weren’t compatible. He wanted soft and sweet. I wanted…well, I wanted something different.” You admit, biting your lip. Frankie’s hands look so capable, you want to know what it would feel like to be spanked by him. Many would say the pilot is sweet but you’ve seen sides to him that tell you he can be rough when he needs to be, to be in charge. 

“What do you want?” Frankie asks, almost challenging you to tell him, curiosity sparked. 

You look him in the eye, knowing that it’s now or never. “I wanted it rough. I wanted him to destroy me and leave me begging for more. I wanted him to choke me and spank me and shove his cock down my throat so hard that I gagged. I wanted to be used. He was too sweet and felt awkward to do it. I wasn’t satisfied sexually and I had to end it.”

“Jesus.” He hisses quietly, eyes sliding over to the door to make sure that Tom wasn’t lurking. He’s sure your over protective brother would beat his ass just for hearing what you want. Especially if he could tell the way that Frankie’s cock leapt to attention. 

“Really?” His dark eyes find yours again and he gives you a tiny smirk. “You think you could actually take that, princesa? Playing the whore?” His voice dips down, low and raspy. God, he’s fantasized about you, in so many different ways, but the idea of spanking you? Stuffing your throat with his cock and making you scream his name? Fuck, he wants that.

You gasp under your breath, stomach twisting with arousal from his question and the way his voice feels in a way you’ve never heard before. You nod, “I could take it. I want to take it. Be stuffed full and used for pleasure. Like a dirty little whore.” You step closer to him, unable to help yourself. “To be dripping cum and satisfied because I was used for my holes.”

“Fuck.” Frankie bites his lip, knowing what he wants, but there is the small fact that you are Tom’s sister. But right now, he doesn’t care. “Push two fingers into your cunt right now.” He demands, wanting to see you push your hand under your leggings, to see if you would blindly follow his orders.

You can’t stop the surprised moan that escapes your lips and you follow his order immediately, but you decide to have a moment of fun. You slowly slide your hand down your stomach before dipping into your leggings. You rub your clit for a moment until you are pushing two fingers into your already wet cunt. Your eyes meet Frankie’s as you moan, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

God, you’re sexy. He’s known that forever, but the way that you look with your eyes fluttering has his cock swelling against the seam of his jeans. “Stop.” He growls, reaching over and grabbing your arm to drag your hand out and he brings your hand up to his mouth and slides your fingers into it with a groan.

You whimper at the way his lips wrap around your fingers. “Oh God.” You choke, loving the sinful look in his eyes. “Frankie.” You plead, not vocalizing what you want when your pussy is now dripping with need for him and only him. “Please.” You beg again when he releases your fingers.

“Are you on birth control?” Frankie asks roughly, wanting to know if he needs to go out to his truck to get the condoms out of the glove box. “Because I’m clean, and if you are, you’re going to be bent over your big brother’s table and fucked like the little whore you’re begging to be.” He growls out. “You can’t make a sound. Can’t let anyone know that his friend is burying his cock in your little cunt.”

"Shit. Yes. Yes. I - I'm on the pill and just got tested after my ex." You promise, unable to believe he is going to fuck you. And in your brother's house. You're dripping with anticipation and you reach out to squeeze him through his pants, eyes widening slightly at how thick he is. "Please Frankie. Touch me." You are almost sobbing with need, wanting to be used by him, filled by him.

A quick fuck isn’t what he had imagined when he thought about fucking you, but he was going to take what he could get. Leaning in, his lips crash over yours and his tongue plunges into your mouth for a kiss while he fumbles with his zipper.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he pulls his cock out. You reach between you to wrap your fingers around him after removing one hand from his hair, your lips still pressed together and you need him to be inside of you. You pump him a couple of times, wanting to hear him moan. “God Frankie. You’re - want you inside of me.”

He hisses, twitching in your hand and he bats it away so he can turn you around and bend you over the table. The same table that you sit with your nieces and your brother and Molly and eat. “Fuck.” Hooking his fingers under the band of your leggings and panties, he strips them down and grabs a handful of your ass while he kicks your legs apart. Treating you roughly like you said you wanted and spitting in his hand to smear it over his cock before he lines up and pushes inside you.

You cry out and he slaps his hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.” He hisses, not even allowing you a moment before he is pushing deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck.” You hiss into his palm, muffled as he starts to fuck you. It’s what you needed, his free hand squeezing your hip hard enough to leave bruises and you love how his hips slap against your ass.

“Fuck.” He covers your body, practically laying over you while his cock drills into your tight cunt relentlessly. “This what you needed? To get fucked like the nasty little whore you are?” His words are growled into your ear, through clenched teeth every time that little cunt squeezes him like a vice. You’re better than he ever imagined.

You whine against his palm, nodding as you let him use you. Your legs ache as you shift onto your tiptoes to allow him to go even deeper and he hits something that makes your legs shake. The table scraps a little with each movement but you’re past the point of caring if anyone comes into the kitchen, too obsessed with how he feels ramming into you.

“Knew you would be tight.” Frankie huffs quietly, his other hand letting go of your hip and reaching up to squeeze your breast. “Gonna look so pretty dripping my cum.” He grins and nips your ear when you clench down around him again. “You’re gonna sleep with it inside you, aren’t you?”

You nod against his hand, willing to do whatever this man wants of you. The way he fucks into you, drilling your pussy is making you drip onto the kitchen floor, your eyes closing as you struggle to maintain the last shred of composure you have to stop yourself from screaming. Your legs shake and you are grateful he is pressing you into the table because you could easily collapse from the intensity of the sex. You're so close, his fingers pinch your nipple and it sends you over the edge. You clamp down on him, biting his hand to stop yourself from crying out and alerting the rest of the house to your pleasure.

Frankie groans, almost in pain from how well you are squeezing him. Making him quicken his pace and fuck into you been even harder, the table shaking underneath you. Half dozen more pumps of his cock and he’s driving deep inside, biting down on your shoulder while he spills hot ropes of cum into you.

You pant, enjoying how it feels to have his cum paint your walls. You sigh, relaxing beneath him against the table and you love how he kisses your shoulder after biting your skin. “Thank you.” You murmur after he removes his hand from your mouth. “Sorry for biting your hand.” You chuckle, almost drunk from the pleasure.

He chuckles against your ear, breath warming and panting. “Don’t worry about that, princesa.” He rolls his hips once more before he starts to slowly pull out of you so he doesn’t cause any of the cum to fall out. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Rough sex was one thing, but he doesn’t want to really hurt you. He respects you and cares about you.

“No. No. I loved it. It was just what I needed.” You promise him, shifting to stand up and quickly pull your leggings up to make sure none of his cum escapes. You wobble and he grabs your waist to keep you upright. “I loved that.” You tell him, kissing his jaw.

“Good.” His eyes are soft now, leaning in and kissing your lips once more. “Go to bed now, princesa.” He urges you. “Unless you aren’t tired yet and you want to hang out with me on the couch.” He offers, knowing that he doesn’t want to push you away.

You bite your lip, knowing you should go to bed but you don’t want to. You’ve always had a crush on Frankie and you have always wanted to know more about him, more than what your brother has told you. “I’m not tired yet.” You tell him, walking a little awkward with his cum pooling in your panties as you settle on the sofa he’s supposed to be sleeping on.

Frankie nods and looks over at you, pleased to see the still fucked-drunk look on your face. “Was that what you wanted or do you need more?” He asks. “There’s a lot you could do but it’s- it’s intense.”

Your ears perk up, wondering what he means. “Such as? What - what would you do? I enjoyed that. It’s definitely what I needed. What else would you do? If you have another chance.” You inquire, biting your lip as you think about him fucking you again.

Grinning at your most hopeful expression, he leans in closer. “Well, since you're such an eager little thing, I want to train that gag reflex of yours, hold you on my cock and see all the tears streaming down your face.” He smirks. “Maybe control your breathing with my hand around your throat while I fuck you harder than tonight.”

You inhale sharply, your entire body lighting up despite only just cumming moments ago. Your cunt clenches around nothing, pushing more of his cum out of you. “Oh God. Yes. Yes. I want that. Please sir.” It slips out before you can truly think about it, desperate to be dominated and used, you want him to do all of that and more.

His brow shoots up, surprised that you are into this. Not all women are and it’s something that he doesn’t really think about because he would never pressure anyone into it, but he’s got some kinks of his own. “You gonna let me tie you up? Spank your ass until you can’t sit down?” He bites his lip. “Fuck your ass?”

You couldn’t stop the moan that escapes your lips even if you tried. “Yes. God yes. All of that. Can we - are you sure you want to do this? I know Tom can be - well…he’s a dick and I don’t want you to be worried about him. Let’s - I’m here for another month so we can keep it secret. Between us so he doesn’t kill you but Frankie, I want you. I want you to show me how good sex can be.”

The fact that you’re Tom’s sister kept him from making a move on you before, but you’re also a grown ass woman. “You can always come over to my place.” He offers, looking around the house. “Less people to overhear since it’s just me.” He can’t help but be extremely proud of the fact that you want him and not Benny or Will. Even if Will was currently going through a breakup with his fiancée. “Think about the things you want and come up with your safe words” He tells you. “Hard and soft limits.”

You nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Text me. I can try and sneak out from here without Tom knowing. I’ll tell him I’m going shopping or something.” You smile, excited for what satisfaction this could bring. You grin, “I better get to bed before Tom comes out for his water bottle. I’ll talk to you soon, baby.” You wink and stand up, “gotta go wash your cum from inside of me.”

Frankie watches you walk out of the room before he stretches out on the couch and kicks his shoes off. He can’t believe that he got to touch you, that he gets to touch you again. Tom might kick his ass if he ever found out, but it was worth the risk.

The next morning, you enter the kitchen to see Frankie, Tom and Benny having some coffee while Molly rushes around to prepare breakfast. “You want some help?” You ask your sister in law. 

She nods, “you can pour the boys some more coffee.” You grab the fresh pot and walk over to the table, serving Tom then Benny and then Frankie. Your eyes meet Frankie’s and you smile at him, trying to not be obvious but you haven’t stopped thinking about how he felt inside of you.

Frankie sends you a small wink, having watched you walk in and he can’t help but grin while he sits in the same spot he had fucked you at. “You’re mighty cheerful this morning.” Benny huffs beside him, looking slightly hungover. 

“I drank less than you.” Frankie shrugs and leans over to knock his shoulder into the younger man’s. “Not hungover.”

You smirk and settle down beside Frankie as Molly serves the breakfast, Benny - as usual - digs in to help himself. You snort and Frankie chuckles, making your stomach twist with how fucking attractive he looks wearing the worn cap. “Good sleep on the sofa?” You ask him.

“Slept like a baby.” Frankie tells and Tom chuckles.

“We’re soldiers, we can sleep anywhere.” He boasts. “I ever tell you about the time Fish was sleeping standing up?” He asks, shaking his head. “Son of a bitch had his glasses on and we were convinced he was awake!”

You giggle, “no you didn’t tell me about that.” You watch Frankie roll his eyes. 

“I had been up all night and just needed twenty minutes to recharge.” 

You imagine all of them during their deployments, realizing how crazy it must’ve gotten. “Plus that good dream you had last night.” Benny pipes up, “moaning and shit. I woke up to get a water and all I heard was a fucking wet dream coming from the sofa.”

Frankie rolls his eyes, huffing. “You were just dreaming shit.” He tells Benny, since he didn’t fuck you on the couch. “Besides,” he nods towards the girls. “There are kids at the table.”

Tom nods in agreement, “and my sister doesn’t need to hear about that shit.” 

You roll your eyes at that, “I am not a child.” 

Tom scoffs, “you are to me.” You huff, sipping your coffee and knowing that Tom will never stop being the asshole he was born to be. You are intrigued by the news that Frankie seemed to have a wet dream. You’ll ask him about that later.

The rest of breakfast passes relatively easily. Managing to concentrate on his food helps, but there are plenty of brushes of your knees under the table. He groans when he sits back and rubs his stomach. “I’ll help clean up, but then I’ve got to head home.” He tells everyone. “Laundry to do before the work week.”

Tom nods, “alright man.” Frankie stands up, taking his dishes over to the sink and you follow him, looking at him as you wash up, fingers brushing when you hand him the dish soap and you swear your pussy is dripping from the simple touch. Before Frankie leaves, you tell Tom you are going to go to the beach and read. Your eyes flick over to Frankie, hoping he gets your meaning. Your brother nods, telling you to take Molly’s car. “I’ll see you around man.” Tom slaps Frankie on the shoulder as he leaves, Benny leaving alongside him and you step forward to hug Frankie, your entire body lighting up as you try to keep your touch innocent. 

“I’ll text you.” You whisper, wanting to see him later.

Frankie squeezes your back, letting you know that he heard you and pulls away. “I’ll see you soon.” He hums, just like he normally does, but he knows it will be very soon. He’s going to go home, jump in the shower and pick up his house to make sure everything is neat for when you come over. Sure that you will end up in bed, he needs to change the sheets.

You watch him drive off in his truck before you rush back inside. Determined to shower and shave and scrub before you head over to his house. You want to look good for him. You also need to write down the soft and hard limits and decide on a safe word - something you haven’t really needed before. After shoving the list into your bag, you text him, asking if you can come over. 

You’re ready to go to him, wearing a bikini and coverup to continue your ruse that you’re going to the beach. When he texts back to come over, you tell Tom you’re going to the beach and he tells you to text him once you’re there and you roll your eyes but agree to text him. “I’m not a kid.” You huff and he snorts, “you are to me.” With a shake of your head, you leave the house and make your way over to Frankie’s.

Dressed in just a pair of jeans, Frankie rolls his eyes at himself. Telling himself that this isn’t 50 Shades of Grey and changes into a pair of sweats, keeping his feet and chest bare. He’d fucked you without doing much more than baring his cock and this time he was going to see every inch of you. His dick twitches in anticipation and it’s kind of a rush to sneak around with you. His house is picked up, not that it was that dirty to begin with, Army training didn’t allow for that. Waiting and already starting to harden at what he was going to do to you today.

You pull up outside of Frankie’s, texting Tom to tell him you’re at the beach, then you get out of the car and head towards Frankie’s front door. Your heart is pounding in anticipation, the list in your purse, and you are excited for what is gonna happen. When Frankie opens the door, you inhale sharply at the sight of his bare chest. Littered with healed wounds and scars, you want to reach out and touch but he steps aside to let you in before you can make a move. “Hey hermosa. Come in.” 

When you’re inside, you take the list out of your purse, holding it out to him. “I wrote everything down.”

Frankie takes the list and waves you towards the couch. You look sexy in the little cover up that shows your bikini underneath but he needs to talk to you before he makes you strip down. “Good. We need to talk about the ground rules before we go any farther.” He sits down and doesn’t open the paper yet. “First, while you are fucking me - you aren’t fucking anyone else.” He narrows his eyes. “I don’t share. And I promise you that I won’t be fucking anyone else either. I don’t do that shit.”

You nod, “no one else. I don’t want to have anyone else fucking me except you.” You promise, knowing that anyone else would be disappointing when compared to Frankie. You eye the paper in his hand, hoping he’s okay with your limits. You don’t want to be fisted or any water sports. You draw the line at scat. And no knife play. You did your research.

You nod, flustered as you think of another safe word until it hits you. “Strawberry. I love strawberries.” You tell him, wiping your hands on your cover up as anticipation lights up your entire body. “As for the stop light system. Red is stop? Green is good?” You ask, new to all of this but fuck if you aren’t already dripping with need for him.

Smirking, he nods at you. “Another thing…..” he licks his lips and his eyes drop down to your mouth. “When you're restrained and your mouth is full, blink three times fast and I’ll check in with you.” He definitely dreamed about that last night - that was what Benny heard when he was on the couch.

You unconsciously do the action and he nods in appreciation, his cock already hard in anticipation. He shifts closer, his mouth nearly touching yours when you pull back. “One last thing…Tom can never find out. He would kill us both.” You tell Frankie who scoffs. 

“I’d be buried six feet under before you, hermosa. Trust me, he can’t find out.” 

You hum in agreement and lean closer, “now kiss me Morales.”

You moan into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging in an effort to rile him up. His hands grab your ass and you love it. You love how he is manhandling you already, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you even closer, his hard cock pressed against your bikini bottoms.

“Fuck.” He had meant to get you on your knees, try out that mouth that he’s dreamed about. But right now, you’re in his arms and you're wearing too many goddamn clothes. Pulling away, he drags the cover over your head and tosses it aside. Not bothering to do more than yank your bikini top down so he can cup your tits and dive into them, greedily wrapping his lips around one nipple.

“Oh shit Frankie.” You cry out, cupping the back of his head as he bites down on your nipple, hard enough to make you gasp. He smirks against your flesh and switches to the other tit, his hands roughly kneading them both as he bites and sucks. “Fuck. Let me - I want to - to suck your cock. Please.” You beg, wanting to please him.

Frankie growls, pulling off your nipple with a harsh pop and he lowers his hand to smack your ass. “Take your fucking bottoms off.” He orders as you scramble off his lap. “I want to see if your cunt will drip onto the floor while my cock’s down your throat.”

You whimper and tug on the strings that keep the bottoms on your body. You toss them aside, loving the way his dark eyes trail down your body, fixing on the curls between your thighs, and you shift to kneel in front of him, reaching for the band of his sweatpants so you can take his hard cock out. When you see him, you moan, mouth practically watering. You didn’t get to see him last night, just felt him, and in the daylight, you can appreciate the beautifully cut head along with the veins that run along his length. “God.” You exhale, wrapping your fingers around his girth and you shuffle closer so you can flick your tongue to gather up the drop of pre-cum that has gathered.

There’s plenty of porn centering around getting your dick sucked or the friend’s sister, but you blown them out of the fucking water. Immediately his hand is on the top of your head, wanting to press you down onto his length but he doesn’t. Not yet. Instead he just rests it there and watches and you explore his cock. Grunting when you press your tongue against the slit. “You like it?” He asks gruffly. “You seemed to like it when it was buried in that tight little cunt of yours.”

You moan, kitten licking the tip before you look up at him. “Your cock is beautiful. God, it felt so good inside of me. Want it down my throat.” You smirk until you are wrapping your lips around the head, closing your eyes as you take him into your mouth.

“Eyes open.” Frankie orders you sharply, smirking when your eyes pop open instantly. “Good girl.” Your moan around his cock makes it twitch. “Want to see your eyes water when you reach the end of my cock, because you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? Like the good little cock slut you are.” You had put down that you wanted to be called names, and whore and slut were at the top of the list. So he was going to give you what you wanted.

His words ignite the fire inside of you, making you drip onto his floor at how fucking hot the derogatory names are coming from his lips. You keep your eyes open, working his cock deeper until you are gagging around his thick length. “Try again.” He orders, pushing you down. You inhale through your nose, his cock pressing down your throat and you concentrate on taking it, wanting to please him. When you feel like you’re not going to be sick, you take him even deeper. Eyes now watering from the effort but you daren’t close your eyes.

He groans at the way your mouth feels. The soft palate and your tongue rubbing him combined with the soft sucks makes him eager to fill your mouth. He’s gonna cum down your throat, then he’s going to see how wet you are and tease you until he is ready to fuck you again. “Fuck yes.” He grunts. “Suck it baby. Show me how good you are.”

His request spurs you on and you move faster, your throat aching as you take him down your throat again and again. Your hand comes up to fondle his balls, feeling the way they tighten and you know he's close. Your eyes continue to water, trying not to blink rapidly since you don't want him to stop you. You want him to cum. You need him to cum.

Frankie groans out your name. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He warns you, right before the first salty burst of cum hits your tongue. Moaning again, he continues to cum, pumping ropes of his seed into your mouth while you struggle to swallow it all down.

You gulp it down but a few errant drops drip down your chin, keeping your eyes open to watch him as he cums and your pussy drips onto his floor. He is intoxicatingly beautiful when he cums. You didn't get to see it last night but he's gorgeous and you want to do this again and again.

After the last twitch of his cock, Frankie leans forward and scoops up the drops of his cum off your chin while you pull his cock out of your mouth. “Clean it up.” He tells you, offering his finger out for you to clean off and smirking when you do it without hesitation. “Now get up on the sofa and spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you got.”

You are quick to stand up and sit down on the sofa, spreading your legs for him without hesitation. You are desperate for him to touch you, however he wants. You just need something. You know you’re dripping and he is going to know when you eagerly spend your thighs for him.

“Look at you.” He coos, hands immediately gripping your thighs and he pushes them farther apart. “Soaked from sucking my cock. You really are a perfect little whore.” Letting go of one thigh, he slides his fingers into your folds and starts to rub your clit. “Too bad you wore a bikini today.” He muses. “I would bend you over my knee to see if spanking you would get you as wet. But we can’t risk your brother seeing the welts I’m going to put on your ass.”

“Next time.” You pant when he rubs your clit, and you close your eyes when your entire body burns with need for him. 

“Look at me.” He orders and slaps your pussy, making a loud moan escape your lips. 

Fuck, you loved that. His fingers hit your clit again and you whine. “Please Frankie. Sir, I need - I need to cum.”

The way your hips buck against his face is instant and his free hand presses against your stomach to keep you still while he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your chest heaves as you stare down at him. “Fuck Frankie. Feels so good.” You love the way he seems to be ravenous for your pussy.

He licks and sucks on you like a man enjoying his favorite treat, because you are delicious. His fingers squelch, buried knuckle deep and he chuckles around your clit when he finds your g-spot and you squeal his name. Making sure that he keeps pressing against it with every flick of his wrist while he watches your face.

You can’t do anything but slump against his sofa, panting his name over and over as he works you towards an orgasm. He is an expert, having quickly learned your body and you are so close to cumming. “Shit Frankie. I’m gonna - I’m gonna - oh fuck!” You squeal, thighs clamping down on his head as you soak his fingers.

Groaning, Frankie pulls his fingers out of your cunt and replaces them with his tongue. Drinking you down just like you had drunk him. Lapping at your release until you stop quivering around his tongue and he takes one last swipe at your clit before he smirks up at you. “That good enough for now? Until I’m ready to fuck you again?”

You nod, relaxing back into his sofa, heart pounding as you come down from your orgasm and you watch him as he settles down beside you. “None of my exes made me cum through oral before.” You admit, biting your lip as you lean your head against the back of the couch.

“What?” He shakes his head in disgust. “That’s pathetic.” His hand is on your thigh, his fingers caressing your skin softly. “I’m sorry you were with such douches, but I promise that you won’t ever not cum unless it’s a punishment.” He smirks. “Then it just makes the next orgasm better.”

You grin, excited to truly see what he has to offer you. This is what you want, to be dominated and fucked hard but you enjoy these softer moments you and Frankie have had. His hand caresses your thigh and you are curious. “Were you like this with your exes? Dominant?”

“When they wanted me to be.” Frankie gives a small shrug. “I guess I’m a bit of a switch? I don’t care who’s in charge. It doesn’t have to be me. But I don’t mind being dominant.” It’s not something that he’s really talked about with a lot of women, just naturally falling into a pattern.

You smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair before you tug on it. “Maybe one day you can let me dominate you. I would like to try it. I’m open. I just want to try everything. My exes were so vanilla and I want something different. To feel things I haven’t felt before.”

Frank hisses, his cock twitching. “I would let you.” He admits with a grin. “I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure, too.” His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and then he rubs it as if to soothe away the hard touch.

You smirk, leaning in to kiss along his neck as you reach down to caress his thigh. You want him again, want to feel him inside of you again, and you know you will want to keep feeling him. You whimper his name against his neck, nipping his ear. “I want you to do what you want to me.”

Frankie growls softly, his cock hardening again and he can’t believe that he gets to fuck you. He knows that you want more than just a traditional fuck but he wants to see your face. Last night he didn’t get to. “I’m going to tie you to my bed.” He decides. “Put your legs up and fold you in half. See if you’re a squirter.”

You whimper, nodding in agreement at his proposal to tie you up and you shift closer to press your lips to his, wanting to slide your tongue into his mouth and see how he reacts. "Fuck me." You breathe against his lips, wanting him to make the first move.

Frankie groans, immediately kissing you again. You are already naked so he doesn’t have to strip you down. Lunging to his feet, he captures both of your wrists and drags you up off the couch, pinning them behind your back. “Walk.” He tells you, keeping your wrists in his while walking you like he would a prisoner.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, your entire body on fire with anticipation as he shoves you into his bedroom. “Lay down on the bed. Do not touch yourself.” He orders then starts to search for his silk ties. “Yes sir.” You reply breathlessly, spreading your legs for him.

Grinning at the eagerness in your voice, he’s coming back over with the ties quickly. Knotting them around the bed and then around your wrists with the skill of a man who has tied many ropes, soon you are helpless. Making his cock twitch at the sight of you spread out on his bed.

You’re dripping onto his sheets, unable to believe how hot it is to be restrained like this. You’re eager to be touched by him, let him do what he wants to your body. “Frankie. Please. Touch me.” You whine, pulling slightly in the ties as you ache for something instead of him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at you.

Chuckling darkly, Frankie pulls his sweats down, kicking them off and kneeling on the bed. “Patience.” He orders, slapping the inside of your thigh sharply and pushing your thighs apart and hooking them up on his shoulders. “Look at you.” He huffs. “Shameless. Begging to get fucked. Greedy cunt begging for my cock.”

You whimper, wishing you could touch him but loving that you can’t. “I’m your whore. This is your cunt. Ready for you to fuck whenever you want.” You promise, bucking against air as you try to get closer to the cock that is so near where you need him. 

“Dirty girl.” He slaps his fingers against your pussy and chuckles again when you moan. “I’ll give you what you need.” He promises, taking himself in hand and starting to line up so he can sink into you. “I want you to take every inch like a good girl.”

You gasp when he pushes into you, practically folding you in half as he pushes his cock into you inch by inch so you feel every vein and ridge. “Oh fuck, Frankie.” You whimper, closing your eyes.

Gripping your chin, he squeezes your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He growls out. “Want to see those eyes when I make you cum.” He knows you won’t be able to help yourself, but the way you clench around his cock tells him that you like it.

"Y-Yes sir." You pant and he begins to rock his hips, hitting deep inside of you to a place no one has found before. "Shit Frankie. That - that feels good." You keep your eyes on him, loving his clenched jaw and the dark look in his eyes as he looms over you. "So sexy." You comment, unable to stop yourself.

His hips piston forward and back, driving into you again and again as he grunts. “Fuck you’re tight.” He hisses, loving the way you squeeze his cock as he bottoms out. His hand slides down from your jaw to loosely hold your throat. Watching your eyes widen and your breath catch when he flexes his fingers.

He waits for a moment to see if you are going to say your safe word but when you don't, he squeezes a little tighter. You gush around his cock, your entire body reacting to the motion. It's what you need, what you want. Your moan is choked and it's beautiful as it echoes in his bedroom. His cock still moving inside of you and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you allow yourself to enjoy this rough treatment.

“Fuck, you like it.” Frankie huffs out, thrilled that he can give this to you. His hips slap against your ass, his pace getting rougher and his thrusts harder as he fills you. Making sure that his hand tightens when his cock is buried inside your hot, dripping cunt.

You moan, “lo- love it.” You choke and he chuckles, continuing to fuck you hard. Your nails dig into your palms, wishing you could touch him but also loving that you can’t. Your cunt grips his cock and you are so close. His pelvis is just rubbing against your clit and he’s hitting something that makes your calves shake beside his head.

“You’re gonna cum.” He can tell by the way your entire body tenses. Your walls are starting to flutter around him. “You can’t help it, all you can do is take it. To let me use you.” Leaning forward, he pushes your legs back further and changes the angle again.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal at the new angle. Loving how he is hitting something devastating and you’re so close. His hand squeezes your throat and you’re done. It’s like a blackout. Pleasure blinding you as you struggle to keep your eyes on him and you grip his cock while gushing, squirting onto his stomach and balls in a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses at the slick slapping of skin now that he’s made you soak him and the bed. Utterly wrecked by the way you feel and the way you look when you cum. Four, five more thrusts and he’s groaning, pulling out of you so he can spurt his seed all over your cunt and chest as he keeps you folded over.

You watch him as he cums, chest heaving and it’s fucking beautiful. His hand off of your throat as he works his cock of every drop to paint your skin and you wish you could lean forward and wrap your lips around the head. “Fuck that was - oh God. I don’t - I don’t think I can talk.” You chuckle breathlessly.

“Good.” Frankie grunts as he looks down at the mess on your skin. “Fuck, you soaked the bed.” He lets go of his cock to caress your calf. “How did it feel?” He asks. “Too much pressure, not enough? Anytime you want something to change, you tell me.”

You smile, almost drunkenly, "it was perfect. I loved it. It's what I wanted." You promise, wishing you could reach down and scoop up the cum drying on your skin but you can't. "You just - wow. I have never had a man make me cum like that." You close your eyes, ready for a nap but you know you need to be getting back to Tom's before he starts calling.

Frankie lowers your legs and reaches up to untie your hands so you are free. “Lay there.” He murmurs. “I’ll get you cleaned up.” As much as you will probably protest, it's his job to look after you while the two of you are doing this. Leaning down, he presses his lips softly to yours. “Relax, I’ll be right back.”

You sigh, relaxing into his bed and you want to sleep, cuddle with him for a while and you wonder if Tom will notice if you’re gone for another hour. Maybe not. When Frankie comes back in to clean you up, you smile at him and he kisses you once more before he hands one of his t-shirts to you to wear. “I’ll get you some water too and a snack.” He says as he walks out of his bedroom, wearing his boxers. It’s hard to not think about being with Frankie when you’re in the aftermath of your orgasms, imagining being with him, dating him. It would be too easy but there’s no way Tom would ever allow it.

Frankie grabs you a bottle of water and a granola bar, one of the ones that he loves and brings it back to you. When he comes back, you’ve moved out of the wet spot and are wearing his shirt, making him grin. “You look comfy.” He tells you as he walks over and sits down beside you. “Exactly what a relaxing day on the beach would be like.” He knows you should be good for another hour before Tom starts looking for you. “We can even sneak in a nap.”

You smile, taking the water bottle and you take a few gulps, suddenly thirsty, and you set it down on his nightstand before opening the granola bar. “Oh I love these.” You say, looking at the packaging. “Tom hopefully won’t be calling me for a bit to chase me up. Honestly, you’d think I was a teenager with the way he’s up my ass all the time.” You roll your eyes and take a bite of the bar.

Snorting, Frankie shakes his head. “He’s just looking out for you.” He promises, stretching out beside you. “He told me that the day that you were adopted, you were scared. That he was twelve, thirteen at the time? He said he promised you that you didn’t have to be scared. He was always going to protect you.” Tom can be a dick, everyone knows that, but he’s also loyal to those he loves. “He still sees you as that scared two year old who clung to him.”

You swallow your bite and absorb Frankie’s words. Tom has never told you that. You’ve always been kinda close but when he became a teenager and then went into the army, you grew apart due to your age gap and you’ve never really understood each other since. “I know he’s trying to protect me but I am a grown woman.” You sigh, setting the bar down on his nightstand then you snuggle into his pillow. “I just - I just wish he would trust me to make good choices.” 

Frankie chuckles, “and I’m a good choice?” 

You grin, shifting closer to kiss his lips, “the best choice.”

“Well, hopefully he will relax a little.” Frankie offers, knowing that won’t happen anytime soon. “You should stop letting him dictate when you go out or how long you are gone.” He gives a small shrug. “If he tries to be a dick about it, tell him you’ll stay somewhere else.”

You snort, “oh I’m sure he would allow that. He would probably track me down and tell the hotel owner or whoever that I can’t stay there. He’d get me back in his house at some point. I think he only just realized I'm not a virgin. I love him, he’s my big brother, but God - I just - I need space.” You sigh, cuddling into Frankie’s chest and you inhale that woodsy scent of his shower gel. “Thank you for today. It was amazing.” You close your eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Frankie drapes his arm over your back and strokes your spine. “You’ve got space here.” He promises, knowing that he will let you come over whenever you want. You hum and snuggle into him, body starting to relax as you fall asleep. This is dangerous, getting involved with you, but he can’t help but look forward to you coming over again, not just for the sex either.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep but you are woken up to your cell phone ringing. You immediately sit up, knowing that ringtone. It’s Tom. You shift away from a sleeping Frankie who was woken up by your sudden movement and you rush into the living room to get your purse, grabbing the phone to answer it. “Hey Tom.” You pant slightly. 

Tom says your name and you know you’re in trouble. “You’re not home. You said a couple of hours. It’s been five and it looks like it’s gonna rain.” 

You bite your lip, “I lost track of time. Ended up napping under the umbrella. I’ll come home now.” You tell him and Tom says, “see you soon.” You sigh, hanging up and staring at the phone for a moment. 

Frankie comes out a moment later, “Tom?” He guesses and you nod. 

“I gotta go.” You grab your bikini, quickly changing back into it and tugging on your coverup. You walk over to Frankie, “thank you.” You kiss him, reluctant to leave but you know Tom will be calling again soon.

Frankie nods, squeezing your hip. He wants to tell you to text him when you get home, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have another parental figure breathing down your throat. “Next time I’ll feed you more than a granola bar.” He picks up your bathing suit cover and turns it right side out to hand to you.

You quickly put it on and grab your purse, kissing Frankie one last time before you leave, getting into the car and making your way back to Tom’s, praying he isn’t suspicious. You want to see Frankie again. “What took so long?” Tom asks as you enter the house. 

“I told you, I fell asleep.” You look over to Molly who shakes her head at her husband, “she is a grown woman Tom. Leave her alone.” Tom listens to his wife, narrowing his eyes slightly and you huff, 

“I’m going to shower.” You walk into the guest bathroom and smile to yourself as you clean up. Once you’re dressed again, you text Frankie. “I’m home. Had such a good time. Are you free tomorrow?”

Frankie grins when he gets your text. “For you, totally available.” He pauses and decides to add onto it. “Almost told you to text me but didn’t want to be like Redfly. What do you want to do tomorrow? 😈”

You smirk, quickly typing a reply before you decide to send him the porno you were watching the other week. “This is what I want to do.” You hit send and bite your lip as you wait for his response. You loved that video. The woman was spanked, edged and finally, fucked in the ass. You want that.

Watching the video, Frankie hisses, definitely turned on by the idea of doing those things to you. His response is quick. “Wear pants and make sure your brother doesn’t expect you home anytime soon.” He hits send and gets up to make sure he’s got lube in his bathroom. Otherwise he will need to make a trip to the store to get some things.

The next morning, you are practically vibrating with anticipation. You have cleaned up and are ready to head over to Frankie’s. You texted him to arrange to meet before lunch because you know Tom will have his real estate class today. He will be there all day so you will have time to be at Frankie’s. “Okay Mol, I’m gonna go to the mall.” You tell her and she calls out goodbye, working on cleaning the house. You tap your fingers on the steering wheel as you make your way to Frankie’s.

Everything is ready and waiting, he chuckles at himself, willing to admit that he might have gone overboard at the toy store. He didn’t have the lube, so he had to go out. While he was going, he decided to pick up a paddle and a wand to use on you. Knowing that it’s much more fun when he has help driving you crazy. 

Besides, the black leather paddle has a cut out of a heart and those welts will look gorgeous on your skin. Plus the collar he had found would feed into those ‘being used’ fantasies that you had. He smirks at the thought of using the metal ring and dragging you closer to him. Walking out of the bedroom into his kitchen to grab a beer, waiting for you to show up.

You exhale shakily as you get out of the car, the butt plug you put in earlier that was stowed in your suitcase along with the dildo makes you move a little awkwardly but you wanted to surprise Frankie and also be prepared. You adjust your purse after ringing the doorbell, waiting for him to answer and when he does, your heart skips a beat. “Hey.” You greet him, shifting closer so you can peck his lips.

“Hey.” Frankie grins and pulls you closer, not allowing that stingy kiss to pass muster. He slides his tongue into your mouth and pushes you up against the doorframe to press his body against yours. “Are you ready, baby?” He asks when he pulls away, satisfied when you look slightly dazed.

You nod, caressing his chest until you can slide your hands under his t-shirt, touching his tummy. “I'm ready.” You tell him, kissing his neck, and you slide your hand down to his crotch. “Ready for this cock, sir.”

Laughing, he grabs your hand and shakes his head. “Un uh baby. First you need to be spanked.” He smirks. “Sneaking around and fucking your brother’s friend. Being such a little whore.” He guides you inside the house and shuts the door. “Want to spank you until you are crying, maybe even finger you while I do it. Or use the toy I bought.”

You can't stop the whimper that escapes your lips as you let him guide you into his house and you kick your shoes off. “You can do whatever you want. I have my safe word. Please baby. Fuck me. Do what you want to me.”

Smirking, Frankie slaps your ass playfully. “I thought that’s what you came over here for?” He teases with a small chuckle. He turns around and lifts a brow. “I want you to strip for me. Give me a little show.” He decides as he sits back down and spreads his legs wide as he gets comfortable.

You watch him sit down and you grin, deciding to tease him a little. You turn your back to him so he can see your ass and you wiggle it, reaching down for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and lowering it down for a moment, shaking your ass again until you pull your shirt over your head, exposing the black lace bra you picked out for him. You toss the shirt down, spinning to show him your cleavage and you lean forward towards him, hands on his knees. You smirk and shift to stand up, reaching for the button to undo it and you pull the zipper down, pushing your pants down to expose the matching panties.

“Damn.” Whistling through his teeth, he admires the lingerie. “You dressed up for me.” Reaching out, he trails a finger along the curve of your ass with a grin. “You shouldn’t have.” He coos, playfully. “Maybe you just wanted to feel sexy, but you should always feel sexy, baby.” His cock definitely likes the little outfit you had put on for him, twitching in his jeans eagerly. He had been looking forward to this all morning. 

You giggle, “oh I wanted to see that look on your face.” You look at him over your shoulder, enjoying the flustered and lusty stare he gives you. You reach up to undo your bra, turning so he can see your tits as you expose them, and you hook your fingers in your panties, pushing them down to show him your curls then turn around, bending over to display the plug nestled in your ass.

“Fucking hell.” His eyes blowing wide with surprise, he reaches out and touches the end of the plug with a groan. “Oh fuck baby, you’re pretty with this plug in your ass.” He grips it and gives it a small tug, making you moan. “Does it feel good? Do you want to be spanked with it still in your ass?” 

You love how much he loves it. “Yes. God yes. Can I-? I want to straddle you.” You tell him and he nods, playfully slapping your ass until you turn around and you straddle his lap. You immediately press your lips to his, needing to touch him.

He lets you lead the kiss right now. He will take over when he needs to, but this is also about your exploration of all manner of sexual things. It includes giving you a little bit of control as well. Besides, he likes the way you are tangling your fingers into his now non-regulation haircut and grinding down on his hardening cock.

You slide your tongue against his, tugging on his hair, and you love how he lets you take over for the moment. You pull back after a moment, looking into his nearly black eyes. “I’ve been a very bad girl.” You admit, “I touched myself last night thinking of you spanking me.”

Frankie growls, reaching down and gripping both of your ass cheeks and pulling them apart as he gropes them. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He huffs, even though he doesn’t actually mind. “Did you make yourself cum?” His eyes narrow when you nod. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

You love that he’s playing along and you pout, continuing the act. “I'm sorry sir. I know this pussy belongs to you but I - I just needed to cum.” You squeal when he grabs your waist and flips you so you are laying across his lap, your heart thumping with anticipation until the first smack of his hand hits your ass. You bite your lip to smother your moan, loving the sting.

He rubs your ass and makes sure that he moves your plug slowly. You whimper and he clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Count.” He orders you, lifting his hand up and bringing it back down on your ass sharply.

Your gasped one makes him chuckle. You shift on his lap, both loving and hating the sting. His hand comes down onto your ass again. “Two.” You whimper, fingers curling into the edge of his sofa. Smack. “Three.” Smack. “Four.” Smack. “Five.” You’re breathless and dripping. “Fuck Frankie.”

“Spread your slutty little thighs.” Frankie orders, dipping his fingers down to feel the slick arousal that is dripping out of your cunt and sliding down to your clit. “Someone’s excited.” He coos, rubbing your clit harshly a few times. “I bought you a wand when I was picking up lube.”

You moan at the way his calloused fingers rub your clit so well. “Yeah?” You pant, “you gonna - you gonna use it on me?” You ask, desperate for more as you grind back onto his fingers with a soft moan of his bake.

“Thinking about it.” He admits before he pulls his hand away and spanks you again, a touch more force behind this one. 

“Fuck, Frankie!” You cry out, not expecting the next lick. 

“Count.” He reminds you. 

“Fiv- no six.” You gasp. “It was six.” 

Frankie hums and picks up the wand. “Good girl.”

You hear the vibrations from behind and close your eyes in anticipation. When the wand presses against your clit, you squeal. “Stay still.” Frankie growls, smacking your ass cheek with his free hand. You struggle to remain still as the toy vibrates deliciously against your clit.

He loves the way that you moan for him, your hips rocking back slightly against the toy. He presses his hand against your ass before he gives you another swat, watching your ass cheeks tense and the plug disappearing under the lace as you clench them together briefly. “Keep your legs apart.”

You struggle but obey his order, whimpering as you get closer and closer to cumming. “Oh fuck. It feels so good. Oh shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan and all of a sudden, the vibrations stop. You cant withhold the whine of protest that escapes your lips as you grind back onto the now motionless toy. “Frankie. Please.”

He chuckles again. “You wanted to be edged.” He reminds you, setting the wand down and smacking your ass again. You cry out and he rubs the spot before he smacks it again. “I have a paddle I’m going to use.” He tells you, reaching for the paddle so he can show you it.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the paddle, the heart cut out making your pussy drip as you imagine that welt staying on your skin long after you’ve left his home. “Do it.” You order, wanting to see how it feels compared to his hand.

“So bossy.” He teases before he draws his hand back and brings the paddle down on your ass. The sharp sound echoes through the bedroom and he can’t help but twitch underneath you at how your skin shivers and breaks out in goosebumps.

You cry out, the sting harder than his hand but fuck, its so good. So damn good. “Oh shit Frankie.” You hiss and he pauses, waiting for your safe word. 

“Green?” He asks. 

“Green. Fuck, Green. Do it again.” You plead, loving the pain that the paddle brings.

Again and again the paddle comes down on your ass. Pausing momentarily to soothe the sting and check in to make sure that you still want more. Placing heart shapes all over the curve of your ass. Humming at how well you are doing until he pauses again and picks up the wand. “You’re doing so good.” He coos. “Have you learned your lesson about touching that pussy without my permission?”

"Yes sir. Never- never touch it without your permission. It's yours." You promise, gasping when he presses the wand to your clit. You're certain you've dripped onto his jeans, unable to help yourself with how fucking hot this has been so far. Your wildest dreams come true. "Yes. Yes. Can I - please can I come?"

Frankie chuckles, shifting the wand so he can pick up the paddle. “You’re going to cum while I spank you. Aren’t you, you dirty girl.” He slaps the paddle down on your ass. “Cum.”

You can't deny him, the wand combined with the pain from the paddle sends you over the edge and you cry his name as you cum. Soaking his jeans from how worked up you were from the edging and from the spanking.

“Jesus.” Frankie sets the paddle down and caresses your ass, feeling the welts and heat from the spanking. “You did so good, baby.” The wand is still against your clit, helping you ride out your high while you buck across his thighs.

You try to get away from the wand when it becomes too much, a whimper escaping your lips as you try to shift away from his lap to stop the stimulation. When he takes pity and moves the wand away, you slump down onto his lap. "Fuck. That was - I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a week." You joke.

He chuckles and continues to caress your ass. He’s throbbing in his jeans but if you are done, he will ignore it. “I have some aloe cream to rub into your skin.” He murmurs softly. While he loves the way you react, he doesn’t want you to be too uncomfortable.

You nod, finally catching your breath and you shift to straddle him, pressing your lips to his and the rough denim of his jeans scrapes your ass but you want more. You're greedy and unable to deny it. "I want you to fuck my ass next." You murmur, kissing along his jaw."On my stomach. Want you to admire your handiwork as you fuck me." You tell him, pressing your lips to his again. "Want you to ruin me, Francisco." You murmur, pulling back to look into those dark eyes you can't seem to get out of your mind.

He pats your hip and nods. “Get out of your panties and lay on your stomach baby. I want to see that plug in your ass.” When you move off of him, he stands and strips his own clothes off quickly, smirking at the large wet spot on his thighs and his cock bobs heavily when he’s naked. “Gonna stretch you out around my fingers first.”

You shove your panties down and shift to lay down on the sofa, heart pumping in anticipation for him touching you some more. You can't wait to feel his fingers inside of you. You turn your head as he looms over you, still handing, and you lean forward to wrap your lips around his leaking head, pressing your tongue against the slit to taste his pre-cum.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, eyes drifting closed as he lets you take him into your mouth. “Had fucking dreams about that fucking mouth of yours.” He pants before he rocks his hips back. “But right now, I want your ass.” He shuffles behind you and straddles your thighs. “Have you every had anyone fuck you in the ass?”

You shake your head, sighing as he rubs your ass. “No one. None of my exes wanted to go through the prep. Wanted to just slide their cock inside without any work to open me up. I wouldn’t let them do that.” You tell him, realizing that your exes were truly inadequate.

Frankie tuts and shakes his head. “I can’t say that I’m disappointed.” He admits, letting go of you so he can apply some lube to his fingers before he pulls the plug out. “I like the idea of claiming you like no one else has.” He grips the flared end of the plug and twists it slightly to make you moan before he tugs it out of you gently.

You gasp when his fingers replace the plug, slowly pushing one then two inside of you to work on stretching you out. “Oh fuck. That feels good.” You admit, arching your back. “My ass is yours baby. Yours to-to take.” You promise, wanting it to be him.

He knows some people try to rush prep for anal, but that’s not him. Slowly working his fingers in and out of you and scissoring them inside you to make sure you can take him easier. Caressing your spine and ass while he does. It’s another type of anticipation for him, putting in the work to get the reward. “I’m going to.” He promises you. “Gonna fill up your ass. See if you can cum like this. See if you love having your ass fucked. You will. You’re so cock hungry, you’ll love it.”

His words make you moan and you let him finger you, opening you up until he is satisfied that you're ready. When you hear the click of him opening the lube bottle, your whimper of anticipation makes him chuckle as he squirts the lube onto your puckered hole after withdrawing his fingers.

“Let me know if I need to stop.” He doesn’t want to just thrust into you, knowing he would hurt you if he did that. Instead, he slicks up his cock and shuffles forward to press against the hole he wants to be in. Moaning slightly when he feels the resistance give and the head slips inside. “Just breathe.” He cautions as he starts to rock his hips slowly.

You grip the edge of the sofa, ready to feel him inside of you and when he pushes deeper, you breathe deep, exhaling after a moment. "Fuck. That - that feels different. Good different." You add, not wanting him to pull out. He had stretched you a lot but there's still a sting as he pushes deeper.

His hand slides up and down your spine, trying to soothe you. “Good.” He huffs, loving how tightly you squeeze his cock. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need a moment.” He’s already aware that he’s got a cock that plenty of women wouldn’t let near their ass, but he doesn’t want you to hate this, especially when you wanted to explore this.

You exhale, trying to take him and you love how slow he is going, steadily rocking his hips back and forth to work himself deeper inside of you until you can take every inch. When he’s deep inside of you, you close your eyes and enjoy the moment, practically dripping onto the sofa below you as he leans over to kiss along your neck. “I’m good.” You promise, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

Frankie closes his eyes and moans quietly, loving the softness in your touch. He doesn’t mind it, loves it actually, even if you want to be ‘wrecked’. He pulls back and withdrawals almost completely before pushing back in smoothly until his thighs hit your ass.

“Oh shit.” You moan, back arching as he begins a slow but steady pace, making you whimper and grind back onto him as you get used to his length. “God. This feels so good. Weird but good.” You comment and he chuckles.

“I know. You like it?” He asks. 

“Yes. Yes. Oh!” You gasp when his hand slaps your sore ass, mixing pleasure and pain in the most delicious way.

Frankie chuckles and watches his cock move in and out of you. “Knew you would love it.” He pants out. “Now I need to fulfill my promise to you.” He flattens himself across your back and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to wreck you, baby.”

“Yes. Yes. Do it.” You plead, grinding back onto his cock that sinks so deep inside of you. “Shit.” You reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair, wanting to spur him on. “Oh fuck!” You squeal when he reacts, his hips slamming against your ass.

He changes his pace. No longer slow thrusts, he rocks his hips into you harshly. The slapping of skin filling the bedroom again. Gripping your hips tight and making sure that he punches a squeal out of you every time he surges back into you.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You rush out, nails trying to find purchase on his sofa as he rams into you over and over, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Each thrust has your clit grinding against the rough leather of his sofa and it's intense. “Frankie. Oh fuck Frankie.”

He moves his hands to your lower back, pushing down to change the angle, ramping up his pace even more. He had been going at about a seven, but now he’s frantic, almost unhinged as he fucks you. Grunting behind you and hissing as he thrusts into you.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” You scream, unable to stop yourself as you cum. Your clit is being stimulated just right and your ass squeezes his cock as he pushes into you, making you clamp down around nothing as you cum.

“Fuck.” Frankie hisses, his thrusts faltering and he grinds into you, unable to move as you clench down around him. “God, you’re so good.” He praises breathlessly, pulling you back against his chest and kissing along your neck while he chases his own orgasm.

You cling to his arms that are wrapped around you, unable to do anything other than let him seek his high. He thrusts hard and deep, taking your breath away until he cums. “Fuck. Cum for me Frankie.” You turn your head and kiss his jaw.

Closing his eyes, Frankie follows your order. Burying himself deep, he groans out your name. Filling your ass with hot ropes of his cum in achingly long spurts that steal his breath and making his entire body shake.

You pant, leaning back against his chest as he remains buried deep inside of you, filling you as he allows small rocks to work himself through his orgasm. “Oh God. That was-” You exhale, unsure of what to say as you revel in the pleasure he’s brought you.

“Fucking incredible.” He murmurs in your ear, kissing your skin randomly while he catches his breath. “You’re fucking incredible.” Regret that your Tom’s sister and that you’re not looking for anything serious flashes through him but he pushes it away. “Now I can rub some cream into your skin and we can nap, or I can run you a bath. I have some salts that will help with the soreness.”

“Ooo a bath sounds good.” You hum, “only if you get in it with me.” You smile and kiss his jaw when he kisses your cheek. You wish you could have this man every day but you know Tom would kill you and Frankie if he ever found out about the two of you. He told you he’d never let his brothers be near you because he’s seen how they have been with women in the past. Womanizers. Frankie seems different, he’s sweet and kind and so funny. “And a snack sounds good.” You’re suddenly starving.

“Do you want to order some food?” He asks, squeezing your hip before he slowly starts to pull out of you. Groaning quietly and hating leaving the tight heat of your body. “Have something delivered while we clean up?”

“That sounds good. Pizza?” You suggest, “I’m good with any toppings…just not pineapple.” You whimper when you feel his cock leave your body and his cum starts to drip out of you. “Good thing you have a leather sofa.”

He chuckles and nods. “Easy cleanup.” He helps you off the couch and gathers up the toys. “Come on baby, I’ll set up the bath so you can start soaking and then I’ll order the pizza and get you some water before I get in with you.” He tells you as he guides you back into his bedroom. “And you should, uh, try to push out the cum.” He tells you awkwardly.

You giggle at his awkwardness. “I’ll do that now. I need to use the bathroom.” You kiss his cheek and make your way to his enclosed toilet, shutting the door so you can pee and push his cum out of you.

Frankie starts the bath, dumping in those soothing salts he had been recommended when he was banged up. Setting out a couple of towels and tossing the toys in the sink to be washed after he cleans up himself. “I’m gonna go get some water and order the pizza.” He calls out, striding through his house naked.

You turn off the bath when the water is high enough and you carefully step into the bath just as Frankie walks in with two bottles of water. You sink down, groaning at the hot water and shift forward so he can get in behind you. When he does, you lean back against him, turning your head to kiss his neck. “Thank you for today. Everything really. It’s been - it’s more than I imagined.”

“I’m surprised you picked me.” He admits, sliding his arms around you and stroking your stomach. Enjoying the moment and the inherent softness of sharing a bath. “I expected you to ask Benny, out of the two of us.”

You snort, "Benny? No way. He is too...he would be telling Tom within a day by accident. He's too...gung ho. Plus I think he's a quick pump chump." You admit, biting your lip as you look at Frankie. "Seems a little selfish in the bedroom."

“Nah.” Frankie shakes his head. “Benny’s more dependable than that. I’ve had to listen to him and whatever girl he’s brought back to the barracks before.” He huffs and rolls his eyes. “But I’m gonna be a little proud and say that I’m better.”

You chuckle, rubbing his forearms, "I don't think Benny is as sexy as you. He's hot but you- you have always made me flustered." You confess, "always touched myself to the thought of you at night after seeing you. I knew you would be able to fuck me properly. You have that...understated authority."

“Hmmmm, is that right?” He asks, unable to his smirk as he preens at your compliment. “Well, hopefully I won’t disappoint you.” He slides his hand lower and cups your cunt. “Making sure that you enjoy yourself now. Give you what you want, what you need.”

"You could never disappoint me Frankie. Ever. You are-" You are cut off when his fingers rub your clit. "You know exactly what I need. So good to me. Making me cum. Fucking me just right. Baby...you are too good to me."

He scoffs, continuing to rub your clit. Slowly and gently while you relax in the warm water. If anything you are too good for him. You should have someone better than him between your thighs. And he’s sure that you will, when you go back home. For now though, he’s going to gorge himself on the ability to touch you. “So gorgeous when you cum.” He murmurs, kissing your neck. “Want you to do it again.”

You moan at his words, grinding down onto his fingers and you are so close to begging him to be yours, so close to begging him to let you be his. You know it wouldn't work, Tom would destroy any potential and you know Frankie would listen to Tom over you. Still, you have this for now. You gasp when he pushes two fingers into you, pressing his thumb against your clit. "God, you're gonna make me cum."

Humming against your skin in agreement, Frankie circles your clit again with the pad of his finger. “Want you to cum.” He purrs in your ear, curling his fingers up. He wants you addicted to him, craving his touch. It’s wrong, especially since he knows you don’t want permanent, but he can’t help himself. His other hand cups your tit and he pinches your nipple. “Be a good girl for me.”

His words combined with his touch send you over the edge, softly crying out as you clamp down on his digits. “Frankie.” You gasp, tilting your head back against his shoulder as you soak his fingers.

He loves the way you say his name, sighing in your ear as he works you through the smaller, but no less satisfying orgasm. Pulling his fingers away when you are stiffening so he doesn’t overstimulate you. Not needed after today. This was just to make you soft and blissed out. “So good.” He praises, holding you close while you relax against him.

You turn your head to press your lips against his, feeling his hardening cock behind you. “Let me-” You murmur against his lips, reaching to shift to reach behind you. 

He cuts you off with a shake of his head, “no. I’m fine. Just lay here.” He orders, pulling you back into his chest. You sigh, relenting and relaxing into him once more, unsure of how much time has passed since you arrived at his house.

Frankie just relaxes with you in his arms. “The pizza should be here soon.” He tells you softly. “Although, I wish that you didn’t have to worry about leaving.” If you had been anyone else, he would have been making plans to take you to breakfast, but you have a brother that would kill him without thinking twice.

After you've eaten the pizza, you gather your things and stand by Frankie's front door. "I have to go." You sigh, having already texted Tom to say you were on your way home. Frankie wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to press his lips to yours. "Thank you for today. It was...more than I expected. It was perfect." You kiss his jaw before pressing your lips to his again, reluctant to leave.

You kiss him again, practically dragging yourself away from him as you grab your purse and make your way out of his house, he's not too far behind you, opening the door of your rental car and you sigh when he presses you up against the door, kissing you one last time. "See you around, Morales." You smile as you get into the driver's seat, Frankie closing the door for you. When you drive off, you watch him in the rearview mirror and curse the way your heart already aches.

A week later, having squeezed every moment you can together, Frankie sends you a text. He’s supposed to have today off, but the other pilot had called in sick. “Hey, how do you feel about coming with me to work? I can show you around the hanger 😏 and you can be my co-pilot for the charter I got roped into doing.”

You grin after you open Frankie’s message. You have two weeks left in Florida and you don’t want to waste a moment so you reply back with a “I’ll bring my sexy copilot outfit 😉 What time do you want me at your place?” You hit send, still smiling at the phone. 

“Who are you texting that has you smiling like that? Better not be that ex.” Tom huffs, watching you from across the kitchen table. 

“My friend sent me a meme.” You roll your eyes and stand up, “I’m gonna go to a coffee shop since I can’t text in peace.” You stand up, glancing down at your phone to see Frankie telling you to come over ASAP so you get changed and head over to his house. When you pull up, he’s already in his driveway and you can’t wait to see him at work. You’ve heard stories of how capable he is and you want to witness it firsthand. “Reporting for duty.” You announce as you walk over to him.

Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss you. “I like your outfit.” His eyes linger on the shorts and tank top you are wearing. “Although you need something to make it more official.” He tosses you the flannel shirt in his hand. “We will only be out a few hours, but I’ve always had a fantasy of having sex in the back of my bird.”

You grin, reaching down to squeeze his ass. “I’m sure we can make that happen.” You shrug on his flannel, enjoying the fact that it smells like him and you get into the passenger side when he opens the door to his truck for you. He slaps your ass when you step up and you playfully smack his hand away, acting like you don’t love it.

“Give me your sunglasses.” You demand with a pout. 

“Okay.” He huffs when you reach out and snatch his sunglasses out of his pocket and open them to perch on your own nose. “Look better on you anyway.” He closes your door and rounds the front of the truck to climb in beside you. “Have to do a pre-flight when we get there, so just follow my lead.” He orders as he backs the truck out of the driveway and starts driving towards the air field that is only a couple miles away.

You watch him drive, admiring the way the sun hits his features and he looks so sexy with the window open and the wind ruffling his hair. When he pulls into his parking space, he opens the door to help you out of his truck and you follow his head as he guides you into the building where the charter reception is. “This your girl, Fish?” The receptionist, an older woman, asks Frankie.

“Aww now Diane, everyone knows you’re my girl.” He teases the older woman with a wink and a grin, even as he slides his arm around your back. Introducing you, he looks over at you. “I think that it’s safe to say that this pretty girl is way too good for me, don’t you Diane?”

You fluster, leaning into him as Diane grins at Frankie. “I think she’s just perfect. You look good together. Thanks for covering for Sam. He got some kind of bug.” Diane says. She has worked here for years with the owner who no longer flies. “You wanna go get set up and I’ll let you know when they are here.”

“Roger.” Frankie turns the two of you away from the desk, looking over his shoulder. “She’s going to go up with me.” He lets her know so she doesn’t start to make another pot of coffee or tea, whatever she’s having for the day. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the locker rooms. “I’ve got to get into a flight suit, but you can either wear what you’ve got on or put on an extra one.”

You decide to change into the flight suit, knowing he would like it on you, and you quickly change and come back out, spinning around. "How do I look?" You ask, a teasing smile on your lips.

Frankie’s cock twitches and he whistles quietly. “Too bad we have to work.” He grunts, reaching out and grabbing your ass and hauling you closer for a kiss. “Otherwise I would strip you out of this and show you how much I like it.”

You giggle, sliding your hands along his chest to touch his name on the suit. "After the flight is done and you have done what you need to do, I want to pull your cock out and ride you in the back of your helicopter while you wear this." You look up into those dark brown eyes that burn into yours, always making you feel like you're on fire.

“Fuck, I swear you read minds sometimes.” He hisses, gripping your ass a little tighter. Even though his goal has been to make as many of your fantasies come true as possible, you’ve made so many of his happen as well and you’ve not even known it. He’s almost sure that he’s in love with you and hates that there is only two weeks left until you go back to your real life.

You smirk, loving how you can affect him. You love -no, you won't say that. Determined to enjoy this time you have left and not ruin it. You kiss his jaw and step away, knowing he has to concentrate and prepare for his flight. "Wanna see you work, baby." You slap his ass and move even further away.

Walking out of the locker room makes Frankie’s entire persona change. His eyes focus and narrow slightly in concentration as he walks you out to the aircraft and starts going through the pre-flight checklist that he has memorized. Having you watch while he walks around the helicopter and check rotary blades and different components of the aircraft before he’s ever even stepped into the pilot’s seat.

You watch him, he's methodical and precise, making you wet just seeing how much authority he exudes. The way he just knows exactly what to do. You bite your lip, wishing you could touch him but you have to wait. You'll wait until he's done. You continue watching him until he gets into the helicopter, checking new things.

Frankie hands you a pair of headphones to put on after settling his own over his ears. “I’m going to start the engines up and check the gauges. We will power back down before the clients come on board.” He tells you once you have the headset on. Turning back to his instrument panel, he starts muttering to himself as he checks the gauges. “Fuel, check, battery, check, hydraulics, check.” He flicks buttons and the panels burst to life.

You watch him, his voice coming through your headphones and you admire how much of an expert he is. When he’s finished and cuts the engines, you remove your headphones. “You look so sexy like this. So capable. No wonder all the boys knew you had their back.”

Flushing slightly, Frankie shrugs. “It’s not rocket science.” He downplays the difficulty of what it actually takes to be a rotary blade pilot. It’s more complex than a fixed wing, but he’s never been one to boast or act like the idiot fighter pilots.

“It is to me.” You snort, letting him help you out of the helicopter as Diane comes over to inform him that the clients have arrived. “I told them your girlfriend is coming along and they were fine with that.” Diane smiles when you fluster, knowing that you and Frankie aren’t even dating.

Frankie winks at the older woman. “Thank, sweetheart.” He doesn’t correct Diane, liking the way that it sounds. He looks over at you. “I’ll go grab the clients, you can work the beverage cart.” He jokes. “I take my coffee black.” With another wink, Frankie strides off to welcome the group that are sitting just inside the glass doors, confidence oozing off of him.

You shake your head and smile, amused by his sudden cockiness, more Benny than the Catfish you know and - well, you won’t even admit that to yourself. When he comes back with the clients, you have the drinks ready while Frankie goes over the flight plan and the safety.

Frankie guides the group over to you, amused when you had actually fixed drinks. He had meant it as a joke, but was touched that you had done it. “Well, after we have a drink, we can get up in the air, please no drinks on the flight.” He tells them, smiling at you and taking the water you gave him.

You listen to him as he goes over the safety and rules, oozing authority that makes you ready to fuck him then and there. You grin when he winks at you before he escorts the clients to the bird, assigning their seat by their weight distribution and double checking everything before he helps you into the passenger side.

Using the excuse that he is buckling you to quickly slide his hand between your legs as he tightens the straps to keep you in the seat. Flashing you a smirk, he makes sure his fingers brush over your cunt and he winks before he pulls back, sure that you are affected by the way your breath caught.

You watch him as he tells everyone to put their phones on and you put yours on, watching him flick buttons until the engines roar to life. His voice comes into your headphones as he reads off his checklist once more until he asks the clients if they are good to go.

Frankie is keenly aware of you watching him as he lifts the aircraft off the ground. Glancing over at you as he hovers about one hundred feet off the ground, he sends you a small wink and looks back at his instrument panel and then the horizon outside.

You look out of the window, gasping at the sight of the beach and the water as you ascend higher and higher. You’ve never been this high up and you’re certain you understand the initial draw for Frankie to keep doing this even after leaving the military. “Wow.” You whisper, looking at the view before you glance back at Frankie. The clients are talking too but you enjoy just watching him.

He might be showing off slightly. Moving the yolk and playing with the controls to give the flight a little more movement than he normally would. Nothing to make it uncomfortable, just enough to make it fun. Delighting in your gasps as you watch him work. He’s had women interested in him when they find out he’s a pilot, even having clients hit on him, but you watching him is something else. He can feel the pride and joy radiating off of you and it makes him fall for you even more.

The ride is soon over and he lowers the helicopter back down to earth, cutting the engines and you are soon bidding goodbye to the clients who tip Frankie and thank him for an amazing time. You are so wet for him, seeing how capable he is and how sexy it was to watch him operate the helicopter with ease. When he comes back over, you grab the lapels of his flight suit and press your lips to his.

Frankie chuckles against your lips, although he’s just as eager. Turning around and pressing you up against the side of the helicopter so he can kiss down your neck. “You want to get in the back?” He asks. “Take a ride in the fuselage?”

“Oh God yes.” You whimper, tugging on the zipper of his suit as you reach in to grip his hardening cock. “Want you inside of me, want you to let me ride you in your helicopter and you can think of me every time you get into it.” You tell him, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Hissing, Frankie ruts his hips into your hand, loving how eager you are for him. “Always think of you in this thing. Fuck, maybe just when I’m f-flying.” He stutters when your hand squeezes him. He knows Diane won’t come back outside but he pushes you back into the helicopter so he can climb in and shut the door.

You straddle him, leaning in to kiss his lips until you pull back, slowly pulling the zipper of the flight suit down to reveal you have nothing on underwear, exposing your tits to his hungry eyes as you shrug off the arms of the suit and you reach between you to continue pumping him, leaning into kiss his neck.

“Fuck.” Frankie huffs, closing his eyes and letting you take the lead. You’ve rarely been in control, so this is a treat, letting him yield to you. His hands come up and cup your tits. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy.” He moans, loving how you grind down on his hard cock. “Want you to fuck me right here.”

You love how he cups your tits but you need him inside of you. You shift off of his lap, shoving the flight suit down and you stumble, trying to get it off of your boot. Frankie chuckles, leaning down to help and you abandon taking the other leg off so you can straddle his lap again. You reach down to grip his cock, shifting forward to position him at your entrance, looking up to look into his eyes as you sink down onto his length.

Frankie moans, eyes fluttering as you take him. Amazed at how you always fit him like a glove. Groaning your name and rocking his hips up to fill you the last minuscule millimeters. Craving to be as deep as he can possibly get. “Oh fuck, you- fuck-“ His head hits the back of the fuselage and he grips your hips desperately. “Move baby.” He begs.

You grip his shoulders, lifting up his cock and you slowly sink back down, a moan escaping your lips. “My gorgeous, Francisco. Brave pilot and so so sexy.” You moan, knowing you shouldn’t have called him yours but you couldn’t help it. “You look - looked so hot piloting this bird.” You pant, picking up your pace as you start to ride him.

He whimpers when you call him yours. Knowing that he wants you, he lunges forward and desperately kisses you. Sliding his tongue into your mouth while he cups the back of your head and moans when you clench down around him. He loves you. He knows that now.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, barely moving your hips as you grind on his lap and you would say you’re making love more than fucking. It’s slow and unhurried and you love it. You love him. God, you love him. You whimper into his mouth, your chest pressed against his flight suit and you love how the material rubs against your nipples.

His boots press against the floor as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. “You-“ he breaks away from your lips and starts kissing along your jaw. “You should pretend to go home early and come stay with me.” He pants breathlessly. “I’ll take vacation.”

“Yeah?” You gasp when he bites down on your earlobe. “Let me fuck you every morning, afternoon, and night.” He pleads into your ear and your eyes roll into the back of your head as your resolve crumbles. “Yes. I’ll - I’ll tell Tom work called me back earlier than - than I expected.” You pant, starting to move a little faster now that the need has taken over.

Moans and groans fill the interior of the aircraft, getting higher every time that you slam back down on his cock. “Oh fuck- come on baby.” He demands, grinding your hips down on his cock and making sure the coarse pubic hairs grind against your clit. “Want you to cum.”

“Going to. Oh God. I’m going to. Always do. Your cock - you’re so good to me. Oh fuck Frankie. Oh fuck. Oh-” Your cry echoes in the fuselage and your back arches as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you shake on his lap.

Frankie moans your name, now taking over and thrusting up into you. Frantically burying his cock inside you as he rushes towards his own release. “Fuck- love - love it.” He barely manages to keep from telling you how he feels when he pulls you down hard on his cock and grinds up into you, painting your walls with his seed.

You collapse against his chest as he fills you up with his cum for the umpteenth time. “I love it too.” You pant, kissing his neck as you allow yourself a moment to just revel in this orgasm and this time with Frankie. Time is running now. You’re supposed to be leaving next week. You need to tell Tom you’re leaving early. You feel awful but you need to do it. You need to spend this time with Frankie.

“I understand if you don’t want to trick Tom.” He murmurs after a minute. “I just hate that I haven’t been able to spend more time with you.” He strokes your back and sighs. “We should be able to do what we want. You’re an adult.”

You huff, “I know but you know Tom. He just - like you said, he still thinks I am two years old. I - I hate lying to him but he would kill us both if he found out about us. Baby…I can’t - I don’t want this to end now. I want to spend the week with you. I’ll tell him I’m leaving early. I feel so guilty but I need this time with you.” You stroke his chest, “let me handle it.”

He wants to tell you that it doesn’t have to end, but he just nods. “I trust you. You do whatever you need to.” He bites his lip and grins. “A solid week in bed and how about we drive a couple of hours south? Maybe go to Key West and get a room on the beach?”

You nod, excited by the idea of going away with Frankie. “I’d love that.” You kiss him again, unable to believe how lucky you are to have found him. You just wish he could be yours. “Seriously though, you’re an amazing pilot. I always knew you were but to know you had the boys’ backs? You’re incredible.”

“It was my job to get them home safe.” Frankie murmurs softly. “I took it seriously. Never wanted to see you cry because I failed.” He bites his lip. “Never would have forgiven myself.”

You kiss his chin, “you - you’re amazing, Francisco.” You stare at him and know you’re so close to telling him how you feel but you can’t. You swallow the words and shift off of his cock. “I better - better change and head back to Tom’s, he will be phoning me soon and I need to tell him my plan.”

“Okay babe.” It’s getting harder and harder to let you leave when it’s time, it’s why he had desperately suggested the week with him. He groans as you pull off of him and he grins at you. “You should take the flight suit with you. Trophy.”

You smirk, “I don’t think anyone is gonna want it now your cum is smeared inside of you.” You joke, managing to get it back on and you zip it up as his cum drips out of you. You reach out to tuck him back in his suit, slowly zipping him up and you peck his lips. “Come on Captain Morales, I gotta get home.” You smile and he has this distant look in his eyes and you get out of the helicopter when he helps you down, his hands remaining on your waist for a moment.

Frankie makes you wait for another moment, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. This kiss is different from the hungry ones that you’ve shared before. It’s slow and tender, almost loving as he cups your jaw. “We should get you home.” He murmurs when he pulls away again.

You’re breathless when he releases you, your heart thumping in your chest and you kiss his chin before you let him guide you to change and you get back into your clothes, folding up the flight suit to keep. You’ll sneak it back into Tom’s house. You get back into Frankie’s truck and enjoy the breeze as he drives you back to his house. When you leave, you’re reluctant to go but you have to. Your phone had already buzzed with messages from Tom. “I’ll text you. I should be able to get away tomorrow.” You promise, kissing him once more and you let go of his hand, forcing yourself to leave.

Frankie watches you leave, staring down the street for long minutes after your taillights disappear. He’s in love with you. Hopelessly so. These weeks have just proven it him and now he’s going to use the week alone with you to convince you to make this official. To risk Tom’s wrath and the long distance. Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone to start making reservations. He wants to do this right.

After several hours of convincing Tom about why you had to go home, he finally relented and you are driving down Frankie’s street, parking on his driveway and your heart pounds at the thought of seeing him again. You had said goodbye to Tom and the girls, feeling guilty but when Frankie opens the front door, you can’t feel bad about leaving early. “Hey handsome.” You smile as you get out of the car once he opens your door.

“Hey.” His grin is wide and you are barely out of the car before he’s kissing you. “I’m glad we’re doing this.” He confesses as he pulls away. “Although I need to get you in the house before I fuck you right here in the driveway.”

You giggle and he reluctantly lets go of you to grab your case out of the trunk. You squeal when he slaps your ass when you walk into his house and as soon as the door is closed, he has the case set down and he’s pressing you up against the door as his mouth fuses with yours. You reach up to knock his hat off of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and you need him inside of you now.

He smirks against your lips, knowing what you want. “Dirty girl.” He growls and tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. “You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? The blinds are open and anyone can see what a little whore you are.”

His words have you dripping already, or maybe it’s the fact that he just makes you wet by simply looking at you. Either way, you are desperate for him to fuck you. “Yes. Please Frankie. I’m your whore.  Fuck me. Fill me up.” You beg, already reaching for his jeans.

Batting your hand away, he tuts and shakes his head at you. “Strip down and turn around, hands on the wall.” He orders you, slapping your ass when you whirl around. “You don’t get to touch, you’re just going to take what I give you.”

You shiver with arousal as you work to quickly strip down and when he kicks your legs open to expose your dripping cunt, you’re practically shaking with need for him. “Oh fuck.” You gasp when his hand slaps your pussy, your slick covering his fingers and palm to show him how ready for him you are.

“Fuck, always so wet for me.” He groans, reaching for the button of his jeans so he can push them down to his ankles. You like the idea of being completely naked while he’s not, it adds to the fantasy that he’s using you. “Stick your ass out more baby.”

The thing about Frankie’s house is that the front door is off to the side. The front windows to the living room face the door where it looks into the space. Anyone who pulls up to his house has a very clear view of what he is doing right now as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into your roughly. Or at least they will when they walk up closer to the house, by his truck and the rental car that you are driving.

****

Tom decided to see what Frankie is up to. Since you left this morning, he’s been a little down about his little sister leaving a week early so imagine his confusion when he pulls up to Frankie’s house and sees the car you rented on the driveway. “What the fuck?” He mutters, parking his truck and he makes his way to the door, freezing at the sight that greets him through the window: one of his best friends buried inside of his little sister, fucking her like she’s some cheap whore. He growls, running back to his truck and he grabs the gun he keeps in the glove compartment, making his way back up to the front door and banging on it. “Morales. You piece of fucking shit. Open this Goddamn door before I ram it.”

“Shit.” Frankie stops mid-thrust and pulls out of you, scrambling to pull his pants up while you freak out. 

“It’s Tom!” You cry, whirling around and grabbing your dress off the floor. 

“Open the fucking door!” Tom bellows, the heavy thuds against the door sound like he’s about to beat the damn thing down. 

“It’s okay.” Frankie assures you, waiting while you throw the dress on before he rushes over to the door and unlocks it. Throwing it open, he’s met with a very pissed off brother with a gun. 

You don’t hesitate to step between Tom and Frankie, knowing he wouldn’t point the gun at you. “Tom please. Listen to me. Frankie hasn’t done anything wrong.” 

Tom cuts you off, “anything wrong? Are you fucking - he was just balls deep inside of you. And you lied.” His eyes flick to you and they sadden, making you feel guiltier. His eyes then flick to Frankie, narrowing in anger. “Get out of the way.” He orders, making you shake your head. “Out of the fucking way.”

“Babe, move.” Frankie orders you quietly. If your brother was going to kick his ass or shoot him, he damn sure didn’t want you in the way.

“But-“ his dark eyes turn to lock onto yours and you stop arguing, biting your lip as you move out of the way. 

“Tom, you caused this.” Frankie tells him. “You smothered her to the point where she felt like she had to hide this from you.” He’s not going to apologize for touching you. He’s not ashamed of it.

Tom’s jaw drops. “You- how long have you been fucking my sister?” He asks Frankie, who stands straight. 

“For the last three weeks.” He reveals and Tom’s fingers flex around the gun. 

Tom turns to you, “all the - the beach? The mall? The movies? It was - you were seeing him?” 

You nod and Tom shakes his head, heartbroken that you lied to him so many times. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie but you - you are always so protective. I knew you would never let me hang out with Frankie.” 

Tom growls, “and clearly I was fucking right. He - he violated you.” 

You shake your head, pissed, “absolutely not. He didn’t violate me. I wanted him to touch me. I asked him that first night in your-” 

Tom’s eyes widen. “My fucking house?” Tom hisses at Frankie who remains tall. 

“I asked him to touch me and I didn’t expect to fall in love with him but I love him Tom and you can’t stop me from seeing him. I love you, you’re my big brother but I’m a grown woman and I will see the man I love whether you like it or not.” You finish with a heavy breath, not realizing what you said.

“He’s not good enough for you!” Tom hisses, making Frankie snort and shake his head. 

“No one would be good enough for her. You’d rather have her be alone than happy.” He accuses his friend and the man he had considered a brother for nearly ten years. “You’d rather have her be alone than with a man who loves her more than anything and would worship the ground she walks on if given half a chance.” He turns to you. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You grin, stepping closer to cup his cheeks, uncaring of Tom and the gun he is holding. All you can focus on is Frankie. "I love you too. So much. You're all I can think about. Whenever I had to leave, I just wanted to stay, whenever I left, I wanted to come straight back to you. I love you Fransisco Morales." You declare, looking into those brown eyes you adore.

Tom snorts and shakes his head. “So you were just fucking my little sister.” He huffs at Frankie. “You’re just now telling her that you have feelings for her. But I’m supposed to believe that you’ve loved her the entire time you were burying your cock in her?”

You barely take your eyes off of Frankie to look at your brother. "Tom please. That was - I told him I wanted something casual and he agreed. We didn't - I didn't expect it to turn into love. I've always had a crush on him but I thought he didn't think of me as more than your little sister since you do such a damn good job of making sure everyone is reminded of that. I love him and I want to be with him. He was giving me what I wanted, don't blame him for that."

“I will still shoot you.” Tom threatens Frankie, his eyes flat and serious. Frankie waits. “If you hurt my little sister.” He finishes after a long moment. 

Frankie nods once and the men communicate silently through looks for another moment before he turns back to you, “I meant it.” He promises you. “I was planning to convince you to see me long distance. Talk and travel back and forth.” He gives a small shrug. “Hell, I don’t want you to leave.”

You pull him into your arms, "I don't want to leave either. I want to stay with you. Frankie, I meant it. I still have the rest of the week, let's see what I can do about transferring down here eventually. I know what I want and it's you." You promise, knowing you would never leave if you didn't have to sort out your life back home.

“You’re going to move here?” Tom huffs, having asked you to move closer many times with the answer always being that you have a life where you live. Now, you’re willing to drop everything for Fish? “Are you pregnant?” He demands, scowling at the thought of his friend knocking his little sister up. His gun hand twitches.

You shake your head, "no Tom." You roll your eyes, "I'm not pregnant. I am in love. I want to be with Frankie.” 

The man wraps his arm around you, eyes still focused on the gun Tom has in his hand. “Can you put the damn gun down, Redfly?” Frankie growls, needing it to be out of reach to make him comfortable.

Glowering, your older brother huffs but clicks the safety on and sets the gun on the counter. Frankie breathes a small sigh, feeling his body relax slightly and he pulls you closer. “I love you baby.” He murmurs softly.

“I love you.” You murmur back and he leans down to softly kiss you. 

Tom huffs, knowing he has no choice but to accept this. It kills him but what can he do? He wants you to be happy and he will be here when Frankie breaks your heart. “I’m still pissed you went behind my back but…it’s obvious I am not gonna change this shit but you better not break her heart, otherwise I will break your fucking legs.” Tom points at Frankie.

“I’m not going to break her heart.” Frankie promises. “She’s incredible and way too good for me.” Tom nods in agreement, but you scoff and shake your head. “The day I hurt her, I will very willingly stand still while you beat me.” Frankie promises before he looks back at you. “Now will you go the fuck away so we can finish what we were doing before you rudely interrupted?” He chuckles. “I owe your sister an orgasm.”

Tom wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “Never tell me about that shit again. I’ll go. You-” Tom points at you, “you are gonna come and see me before you leave.” He orders and you nod, knowing you owe him that. You lean into Frankie as Tom grabs his gun, exhaling deeply when he opens Frankie’s front door. 

“See you later, Fish.” He says after saying goodbye to you. 

You watch him close the door behind him and you spin, pressing yourself against him. “Where were we?” You coo, kissing his jaw.

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Before or after your brother almost shot my ass for fucking you?” He asks, knowing that it was a valid response to finding out that his little sister was with him.

You snort, “he can be such a dick.” You drag him closer to press your lips to his. “Before fucking Yosemite Sam came in.” You chuckle, kissing his upper lip. “I love you Francisco.” You murmur, soft and sweet now that the stressful moment has passed, you want to revel in the truth of being in love with Frankie.”

“I love you too baby.” He pulls back and looks in your eyes. “I really do, I didn’t say that just to save my ass. I would have taken the beating, if I didn’t. But I want to build a life with you.”

You grin, glad you are on the same page. “Me too. I’m going to see if I can work remotely. I gotta go home to sort everything out and then when I come back…I can get a place and we can be together properly.” You caress his chest, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling back to lift it over his head. “I want a life with you.”

Frankie frowns and shakes his head. “You can stay with me.” He offers. “You don’t have to sleep in the same bed if you don’t want to, but I have the room. You don’t have to pay for somewhere to live.” It’s ridiculous for you to pay for a house or apartment when he had bedrooms that weren’t being used. He wasn’t going to assume that you wanted to live with him.

“I didn’t want to assume that you want me to move in with you.” You confess, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep in another room and be in the same house as you. I wanted to sleep in your bed, in your arms. I love you Frankie. I want to be with you. I am all in.” You promise, leaning in to kiss above his heart.

He growls and grabs your arms. “Come on.” He orders harshly. “I want to have you in the bed we are going to sleep in together.” He loves that you are already all in.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, one you know as well as your own despite never sleeping a full night in his bed. He quickly strips you down again, laying you on the bed and you look up at him, not wanting him to be anything other than himself. “I want you. Just you right now. Want you to make love to me.” You order.

“Yes ma’am.” Frankie breathes out, kneeling on the bed and sliding his hand up your thigh as you spread them for you. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day.” He admits with a grin. “Now I’m going to be able to. And hopefully the last man to make love to you.”

You smile at his words, heart clenching with hope that it’s true. “Yours. Only yours baby.” You promise, wrapping your arms around him when he hovers over you, shifting his weight to one arm so he can grip his cock and push into your wet pussy. “God I love you.” You sigh when he’s fully seated.

Frankie groans and closes his eyes, slowly starting to rock into you. “Love you too baby.” He promises, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours to hold. He wants you as close as he can have you. Needing to be connected.

You moan, squeezing his hand as he moves inside of you. "Oh fuck baby. You feel - so good. Always so good." You ramble, tilting your head back and he kisses along your neck, making you sigh in contentment. Happy to be in his arms and have your feelings out in the open. "I'm yours." You promise, closing your eyes when he hits something incredible deeper inside of you.

“Good.” Frankie groans, rocking his hips a little faster. He wants you to cum, to fall apart for him. Kissing down along your jaw, he chuckles and bites down on your pulse. “Want to feel you cum for me.”

You whimper when he pushes deep inside of you, making you gasp out and you are so fucking close to cumming. When his fingers rub your clit, you gasp and within a few thrusts, you are cumming. "Oh fuck baby." You cry, throwing your head back into the mattress as you cum.

He keeps his lips attached to your skin while he works you through it. “So good.” He groans, rocking into you faster and harder. “Love you, love you so fucking much.” He pants into your skin.

“Cum for me, Francisco. I love you so much. Cum.” You beg, reaching for his hair to pull his face to yours so you can kiss him, swallowing his groan as he buries his cock inside of you and paints your walls.

He collapses on top of you and slides his arms under you, holding you close while he tries to catch his breath. “I love you.” He pants, closing his eyes and thanking God that you love him and you want to do this with him. Along with Tom not putting a bullet in his ass.

You just breathe him in, that lingering scent of oil and something woody that makes your body relax instinctively has you burying your face in his neck. “Thank you.” You murmur and he pulls back to look down at you, a frown on his face. 

“For what?” 

You smile and cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing his stubbled cheekbones. “For being everything I ever wanted.” You whisper and his answering grin takes your breath away. To think it all started with you and Frankie in Tom’s kitchen, having sex. You didn’t take the most conventional path to make it to where you are, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Fucking Frankie Morales is incredible, loving Frankie Morales…it’s indescribable.

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Backstage

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Day Twenty-Eight: 69 or Oral Sex w/ Renjun

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There’s something to be said for dating an idol when you too are an idol. Getting to see him all dolled up, feeling himself on stage, knowing that you’ll get to take him apart in all the way that his fans want to do to him.

Renjun is that for you.

Your group members and staff have no clue, by some miracle. You’re good at keeping secrets, but you would think that when you’re sitting in your waiting room, watching the TV that shows NCT Dream performing on stage at that moment, that they would maybe notice how intently you’re watching Renjun.

You would think that they would notice you mention Renjun at least a time or two during interviews when asked about other groups. You would think too that they would have picked up on you having a secret boyfriend when hickeys are uncovered and the makeup unnies have to cover them up for you with makeup.

But no one ever says a thing.

Then there are times like tonight, during one of these ceremonies and big concerts that come towards the end of the year, as your group lines up on the side of the stage to go out next, that you wonder how they can all be so blind.

NCT Dream is performing right now. And you are watching Renjun dance on stage, rolling his hips, giving a little thrust here, lifting his shirt to reveal his belly and the barely visible mark that you left the other night when you were last together. 

You have to go on stage in a moment, but right now all you can think of is sucking your boyfriend’s dick. Just running your hands up beneath his shirt, dragging your bejeweled nails down over his belly, tugging his pants down so you can get at his dick, sucking until Renjun cums down your throat. 

When his group files off the stage, wiping away sweat, accepting handheld fans from their manager, they walk right by you. Your group members bow respectfully toward the boys, the boys bowing right back. But Renjun looks at you, a warm smile, a sweeping gaze over your figure, a small wink. 

God, you want him.

It’s been two days since you were last together, but you miss him. You’re at the point in your life where you just want to be with your boyfriend, like you don’t need to live in a dorm with six other girls. You want an apartment with your boyfriend, to eat dinner with him, to do laundry together, to fall asleep and wake up beside him in bed. You want to be able to have sex without trying to sneak around or plan ahead.

The girl behind you gives you a nudge, and then you’re walking out on stage, forced to push down all of those wants and desires and that horny urge that rests heavy in your core.  

As you step out onto the stage you tug lightly at the hem of the short plaid pink skirt you’re wearing. All of the other girls are wearing them too in various colors. Your tops are all different, but your shirt is a cropped off the shoulder top that basically only covers your boobs. 

You know that Renjun will be watching you from backstage. That he’ll be thinking about you. It’s something he’s told you before, mixed in with a complaint about how revealing all the stage outfits your stylist puts you in are.

“You just look so sexy on stage. Your fanbase has so many guys,” Renjun had complained as he touched all the bare skin that your fans can see when you’re on stage. “I know they all sit there, imagining fucking you.”

“And how do you know that?” You’d asked him, squirming as his touches turned to tickles. 

“Because that’s all I think about when you’re on stage,” Renjun had spoken the words against your skin.

Tonight, you’re sure it’s no different than usual. The tight top, short skirt, the knee-high socks, your pigtails. It’ll speak to the schoolgirl roleplay that he’d mentioned before. 

You get on stage, performing your heart out with your group, soaking up the screams and cheers and the voices singing along.

When you leave the stage, exhilarated by the performance, you all rush back to the waiting room, ready to change into your outfits for the final stage of the night where all the different groups come out to celebrate together. 

You’re passing by the waiting room of the group that’s performing right now, when someone’s hand reaches out of the doorway and pulls you inside.

Renjun.

The door snaps shut behind you. 

“We have about fifteen minutes I would guess,” he says quickly, already pulling you deeper into the room. “They’ve got one of the longer performance times of the night, and I think we need that, don’t we?”

You’re a bit confused until Renjun lies down on the sofa, pulling you down with him. “I watched your performance, and how many times do I have to tell you that if you’re going to dress like this on stage, I’m going to feel provoked? Now, I need you to sit on my face like I’ve been imagining for the last ten minutes, please.” 

You take only a few seconds to slip your safety shorts off from beneath your skirt, letting them dangle from one ankle as you climb onto the sofa, straddling Renjun’s head as you sink down. He happily reaches up, hands on your thighs, pulling you down so he can lick along your pussy.

You lower yourself over him, quickly unfastening his belt, the button, sliding down the zipper, reaching into your boyfriend’s pants and getting his cock out.

Renjun moans against you when you take him between your lips, your hand covering what your lips don’t. 

You’re both aware of the clock ticking on the wall, counting down the seconds you have to get each other off before you’re discovered by the returning other group or staff members for the group. Luckily, you’ve had practice with quickies--fucking fast in the van before his manager can come find you, blowing him in the stall at the radio station when they guested on your radio show. 

Renjun’s hands run over your thighs and your bare belly, fingertips dipping up beneath your short top to touch your tits while he buries his face against you, licking and sucking, fucking his tongue inside your pussy. He rocks his hips off the sofa into the heat of your mouth, and you reach down to fondle his balls through his pants, swirling your tongue around his tip. 

It’s exhilarating doing this here, in a place that’s really only semi-private. 

You grind down on Renjun’s tongue, he’s really reaching the place that you need him to be, unraveling that hot knot of arousal that’s been tightening in your belly since you watched him on stage earlier. 

When he reaches a hand up to squeeze your ass, slapping it lightly right as he licks along the length of your pussy, ending it with a sweet flick of his tongue and then his lips closing around you clit to suck at it, you finally lose it. Your orgasm quakes through you.

Renjun follows immediately after, feeling you cumming right on his face. His cum hits the back of your throat, and you gag as you try swallowing it all, happy to take everything he gives you, especially since you’re riding out your orgasm on his face at the same time, probably messing up his makeup.

He keeps licking you out until you pull your mouth off of his cock, and you drag yourself away from his mouth. “Oh my God,” you sigh, twisting around to lay down on his chest with your face in front of his now. His lip makeup is messed up a little bit, but not enough that anyone’s really going to notice. Probably. “If we weren’t hurrying, I think I would let you keep going.”

“Later,” Renjun promises, lifting his head to press a kiss against your lips. “I’m seeing you later, I don’t care if I have to break you out of your dorm.”

You laugh, dragging him in for a last kiss. “I’d love to see that, Renjun.”

He smiles up at you as you pull yourself away completely now, standing up beside the sofa. Renjun tucks his cock away and follows you into standing up. He checks his reflection in a nearby mirror, and you help him wipe at the smudged lip makeup until it looks better. 

“Later,” he promises again as he walks toward the door. “I mean it.”

“I believe you.” You blow a kiss, and Renjun just smiles brightly as he turns and slips quickly out the door.

You wait a couple minutes, and right as you’re about to step out too, the door opens and staff and group members of this other group begin to flood inside. They freeze and look at you, standing there in the middle of their waiting room, your cheeks looking a little flushed. 

It’s just luck that you’re good friends with one of the girls in this group, and you think quick and begin cheering for her and congratulating her group on such a good performance. You hug her, tell her again how good she did, and you start to walk out of the room when she grabs your arm and walks with you to the hallway.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you,” she whispers, “Or why you were actually in there, but I thought I’d let you know that you’ve got a little something right here.” She taps the corner of her mouth.

Your hand flies to your mouth, and with your face feeling very hot with embarrassment, you wipe at a tiny bit of Renjun’s cum that you’d missed. “Thanks. Listen, I--” you start, but then you see your manager walking down the hall towards you, probably coming to look for you after you’ve been missing for fifteen minutes. Quickly, you tell your friend, “I’ll tell you later.”

You wipe at the rest of your mouth and chin, hoping you didn’t miss anything else, and you hurry away to meet your manager. 

#renjun smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #renjun #nct #nct dream #nct fic

[the-iceni-bitch]

Never Have I Ever Before

Kinkmas Day 2: Bondage

Relationship: Curtis Everett x fem!reader (timber and flower NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Curtis would let you do anything to him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, teasing, striptease, shibari, creampie, ‘just the tip’, pussyjob) established relationship, furniture breaking with sexy activities, Curtis is a giant (literally) softie, almost no plot, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love them! Their dynamic is so fun and Curtis is so smitten I can’t stand it. They are precious 🥰

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“Flower… baby…” Curtis grunted when he tried to yank his arms free so he could run his hands over your curves, but they stayed where they were above his head in spite of his efforts and he just grunted in frustration. “Where the hell did you learn to tie knots like this?”

“Girl Scouts.” You giggled and bit your lip when he wiggled underneath you again, running your hands over his torso and admiring the pattern of the ropes over his yummy muscles before you started grinding your lace covered pussy over his bare cock again. “Stop being so wiggly, it’s not like I’m just gonna tease you all night.”

“Uh-huh.” He groaned when you cupped your breasts in the exact way he had been hoping to, trying to drive his hips up so he could finally be inside you. “You say this after you spent thirty minutes tying me up, then another half hour dancing around in nothing but my flannel and those fucking panties while you took pictures of me, so excuse me for getting a little impatient.”

“Very impatient.” You winked at him before slowly starting to unbutton the extra large shirt, wiggling your hips while it slid down your shoulders as you watched his eyes grow darker. “Hungry boy.”

“Don’t think I’m the only one who’s hungry, little girl.” Curtis managed to rock his hips up just a bit and grinned when he felt his cock nudge against your clothed cunt. “Know that pussy drools for me when she’s all empty like this, how can you keep her deprived, flower? Isn’t she aching so bad?”

“I’m in charge right now, timber, don’t be sneaky.” You slapped his cheek playfully and squeaked out a laugh when he blinked rapidly with a slightly shocked look on his face. “Just relax.”

He fucking couldn’t. Not when you squeezed his pecs and pinched his nipples while you rubbed the soaked lace of your panties over his throbbing dick and gave him that coquettish look. God, you were fucking cute even when you were driving him insane, the way your nose wrinkled up when you giggled again and licked your lips making his heart feel like it was about to burst out of his chest.

You heard him whimper and your entire body shivered, your fingers curling around the ropes that were wrapped around his chest and gripping them tight while you started rolling your body faster. Having your giant tree of a man completely at your mercy was perhaps the most incredible feeling you’d ever had, especially when he got all flushed and breathless and you could see the way his muscles were bulging as he struggled against his bindings. He was beautiful and unbelievably soft and yours, just yours. You needed to ruin him.

“Mmmm, my timber.” You purred when you curled over him and nibbled on his chest, growling softly when you felt his cock jump where you had it pinned between against his abs and peeking at him through your lashes while you reached between the two of you. “Maybe just the tip.”

“Shit, baby girl…” Curtis hissed when you shoved your panties to the side and slipped his fat head inside you, straining his neck as he tried to at least kiss the top of your head when you immediately clenched around him. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”

“Good, that’s what I want.” You slowly circled your hips and hummed when you leaned up to suck at the underside of his jaw, feeling his throat vibrate when he whined for you as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around him. “It’s only fair, since I’m crazy for you.”

“That so? Ah, Jesus!” He tried to slide into you further when you pulled off him slightly, grinding his teeth when his tip was finally back in your sticky, wet warmth and letting out tortured breaths through his nose as he held back. “Baby, I need more, please.”

“More? You want me to take every inch of your fat cock, timber?” You nibbled on his chin and smiled when he groaned and nodded for you, squeezing his hips with your knees and pulling on the ropes so the braided silk rubbed smoothly over his torso. “Maybe I will, but first I want you to come inside me so you can fuck it deep where it belongs.”

Yeah, you were going to kill him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As soon as he felt your pussy shudder and gush all over his dick he came with a bitten off shout, his back arching off the bed and a sharp crack breaking through the air in your bedroom as he fell apart for you. Curtis wasn’t even aware of what was happening except for the fact that pleasure was exploding from the base of his spine, his vision whiting out and his whole body shaking while his cum filled you to the brim and leaked out of you to stain his hips as he dragged in tortured breaths.

When he came to you were shaking with laughter while your face was buried in his chest, his cock fully sheathed inside you and his arms wrapped around you even though the center of your headboard was still bound to wrists. That would explain the loud crack, and why it seemed like the head of your bed was slightly lower than the rest of it.

“Umm, hmmm.” Curtis bit his lip and chuckled when you peeked back up at him and your eyes were filled with tears of mirth, trying to get his wrists undone and still failing. “I would apologize, but I seem to remember warning you this was a possibility.”

“You did, but I thought you and Ari were exaggerating.” You squeaked when he sat up suddenly and pecked you on the nose, lifting his arms so he could rest them between the two of you while you undid your knots. “Who actually breaks a bed during sex?”

“Me! I told you.” He couldn’t stop giving you little kisses while you worked, nuzzling your cheeks and sucking on your lips even when you rolled your eyes at him. “And not just beds, this is why I told you we need to reinforce all of your furniture.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinkmas 2022 #no love like your love au #timber and flower #curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett x you #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[cowgurrrl]

Thinking about life with my husband, the girls, and little Sammy..

Could I ask for just a little peaceful evening/night in the Miller household? Just pure domestic bliss with the family and then going to sleep with Joel by your side, pure love & fluff.

When you said girls I wasn't sure if you meant Violet and Sophia or Sarah and Ellie so I included Sarah and Ellie! Also I don't mean to brag but this may be the best family fluff I've ever written

Jackie and Wilson

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: A night in the Miller household [1.5k]

Warnings: just fluff :-)

"Alright, one more time, and then it's bedtime, okay?" You tell the boys, both of them groaning in protest. You laugh at their identical reactions and watch as Sam giggles in anticipation. Daisy sits next to Joel, her tail wagging as if waiting for the same thing. Joel gives him a suspicious look before hitting the first note on his guitar, making Sam scream and Daisy howl along. You laugh as Joel launches into the song he created just for Sam. It has something to do with a silly alligator detective riding a skateboard. It always ends with Joel going "nom nom nom" on Sam's stomach, making the little boy screech with laughter and Daisy get the zoomies. Sam's full belly laughs could probably solve world peace. That's how full of joy they are.

Joel finishes pretending to eat Sam and collapses next to him, a heap of giggles and secret smiles exchanged. Every time Sam looks at Joel, he bursts into laughter again. When they lay like this, with damp hair and bright eyes, you see just how similar they look. Sam's hair has curled up as he's gotten older, mimicking the way Joel's hair falls, and they scrunch up their noses when they laugh. Sam has also hilariously picked up Joel's accent, dropping g's and talking like a cowboy, despite living in California. You smile as you look at them and push Sam's wet hair out of his face as Daisy finishes spinning in circles and lays down next to the boys.

"Ready for bed, buddy?" You ask, and he pouts. Joel sits up and gives Sam a gentle nudge.

"Listen to your mama. If she says it's time for bed, it's time for bed. It's not time for the tickle monster!" Joel yells as he suddenly launches at you and tickles your sides. You laugh and push at him as Daisy tries to rescue you, but Sam quickly joins in the tickling. He more so just waggles his fingers near you, but it's the thought that counts. Joel, however, is ruthless. You can't stop laughing, and he's half on top of you as he tickles you on the floor. Your laughter makes both of them laugh, and Daisy bark. You swear the house is shaking with the power of your joy.

"Okay, okay! That's enough!" You say, and Joel immediately stops. He puts his hands up and shows Sam.

"That means stop. Stop means you stop what you're doing, okay?" He says, and Sam nods. Joel winks and ruffles his hair as he glances at you, still on the floor, catching your breath. "D'you wanna give Mama a kiss goodnight before we read some bedtime stories?"

"Yes!" Sam says, and you smile. He lands on top of you and wraps his arms around your neck in the biggest hug his little arms can muster. He kisses you and Daisy goodnight before rushing to his room to pick out books for Joel to read, his dog following closely behind. Since Sam has been old enough to sleep in his big boy bed, Daisy sleeps with him too, either on the floor or in the bed with him. There have been many mornings when you've walked into Sam's room and found them snuggling in his race car bed. Joel smirks as he looks down at you and rests a hand on either side of your waist.

"You're a menace."

"It was pretty funny." He says, and you hum. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your jaw, and you turn to kiss the inside of his wrist.

"You got bedtime?" You ask, and he nods.

"You did bath time. Seems pretty fair."

"You're so sexy and domestic." You tease, and he raises his eyebrows as he moves closer.

"Yeah?" He asks as he kisses your jaw. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rub his back.

"Are you kidding? World famous rockstar by day and cool dad who teaches consent by night? That's enough to make a girl swoon." You say, and he laughs into your neck. He lifts his head to kiss your lips sweetly, and you smile against him as you rest your hands on his waist.

"Dada!" Sam yells from his room, effectively distracting you. Joel groans as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

"You've got a very impatient little boy waiting on you." You whisper.

"Remember when we had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted?"

"No."

"Yeah, me neither," Joel says, and you laugh. He kisses you one more time before helping you get up and disappearing down the hall to Sammy's room. You take a deep breath as you look at the mess left in the kitchen. It's not that bad. Just a couple of dirty pots and plates in the sink and a dirty stovetop. Joel cooked dinner, which means it's your turn to clean.

Early on in your relationship, you and Joel set up this routine to make sure the housework was split evenly. If he makes dinner, you do the dishes and clean the kitchen. If you take out the trash, he does the laundry. If you do bathtime, he does bedtime. Sometimes, if one of you is especially stressed with work, the other will take on a little extra work to take the load off, but it's an unspoken agreement that the favor will be returned. It doesn't work for everyone, but it works for you.

Once the dishwasher is running and the kitchen is clean, you pad down the hallway to Ellie's room and hear her telling someone about her day over the phone. You knock and wait for her to call you in to see her sitting at her desk, her phone open on FaceTime. You smile and walk over to her.

"Who're you talking to?"

"Sarah."

"Hi, Mom!" Sarah's voice emerges from the other side of the phone. She rushes back into the frame with a makeup brush in hand. She's wearing an adorable pink top and some nice jeans, her hair pulled up and out of her face as she swipes glittery eye shadow over her lid.

"What's up, Sarah Bear?"

"Nothing much. I'm getting ready to go out with some friends."

"Oh, fun! Do you need money for drinks or anything?" You ask, and she smiles at the camera.

"Mom, look at me," she says, gesturing to her outfit. "I don't pay for my own drinks." She says, and you and Ellie laugh out loud.

"Well, be safe. If you need me to come get you, just call me, and I'll come to you. Don't try to drive or go anywhere." You say, and she nods.

"I know. I'll text you when I get home tonight, okay?"

"Are you gonna offer me a free ride when I turn twenty-one?" Ellie asks, and you laugh.

"When you turn twenty-one, your dad is gonna have to be the one to pick us up because we're all gonna be too drunk otherwise." You say, and the girls laugh. You talk with both of them for a few more minutes, listening to their days and whatever else they want to tell you, before kissing Ellie's forehead and asking her not to stay up too late. She rolls her eyes but smiles anyways. You leave the girls to their secret conversations and tiptoe past Sam's room to your and Joel's bedroom. The shower is running, and you don't hesitate to join him, stripping your clothes off quickly.

"Well, hi there," Joel says as you step into the shower. You smile and kiss him as the water hits your back.

"He go down okay?" You ask against his lips, and he nods.

"Barely made it through Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site."

"Not Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site."

"I know. What a tragedy." He says sarcastically. You settle into a comfortable silence as he tips your head back under the water and washes your hair for you. This is your favorite thing to do with him. It doesn't even matter if you have sex or not. Just the intimacy of being with him like this and letting him take care of you is enough. You take your time, knowing that all your kids are accounted for and safe. The long day of wrangling a toddler, reading scripts, and cleaning the house melts under the hot water and Joel's touch.

Once your fingers are pruney and you're both clean, you turn off the shower and get ready for bed side by side. The night seems to be the only time you guys are completely in sync like this. You put on one of his shirts and do a silly dance together as you brush your teeth. Then, once you're done with your skincare routine and the exhaustion from the day catches up with you, you and Joel crawl into bed. He pulls you to his chest and rubs patterns into your skin until you fall asleep, dreaming of belly laughs, Daisy zoomies, and more babies that look like Joel.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #rockstar!joel #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff

[my-soupy-brain]

skinny dipping with ted

I'm gonna make this short n' sweet because I THINK I have an idea of how this should go, and I hope it's fun. Skinny dipping is a blast I recommend it to anyone if you can try it once. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Lust, touching, teasing, smut

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Ted held your hand as you snuck out of your hotel room, tiptoeing down the hall to the building's roof access where the pool was.

"How'd you get a key?!" you asked with shock when he pulled the keycard from his pocket.

"Made pals with the front desk guy," Ted winks, smirking as he opens the door.

The air is hot but the stars are bright. The lights are mostly off, except for the underwater lights lining the wall of the pool. Ted's wearing a pair of red swim trunks and you're in your own swimsuit, dipping your toe in and getting in the water.

Ted goes underwater immediately, wiping the water from his face when he stands up, his chest hair wet and sticking to his skin, his hair flopped over his forehead until he brushes it back with his hand.

You could melt into the water.

Dating Ted was an adventure. He wasn't big and boisterous with your dates and activities, but he pulled out the stops for things like this: A private swim in a hotel pool during an away trip with the team.

You walk closer to him and smile. "I guess I should go under," you joke, and before you know it, he's roped his arms around you and pulled you under with him.

The water bursts when you emerge laughing, splashing, and playing. You try to be quiet so you don't alert hotel staff of your...breaking and entering?

You float around together, laughing lightly. Looking at the stars. Ted talks about the match this weekend, and you listen intently. He didn't know what he was doing when he got here, and every day he learns more. You love watching him flourish.

When Ted leans his arms over a wall to look out over the city you're in, you decide to take your own risk, sliding your swimsuit off and plopping it on the pool's edge.

When he hears the wet clothes hit the pavement, he spins around to see you bare under the water.

"What'cha up to there, sugar," he asks, his voice deep and husky as he walks toward you.

"Decided to enjoy the water a little more," you answer with a glint in your eye. His hands go to your bare hips, down your back, down your ass, and he can't help but groan.

"Sexy," he murmurs, kissing your temple and then capturing your lips.

You rope your arms around him and then your legs as he walks you toward deeper water where he stands a bit higher than you. His hands cup your bottom as he holds you, though the weightlessness of the water doesn't require it.

But he likes to anyway.

You lean against his ear and playfully whisper: "You should join me."

He moans a little and blushes. He's never skinny-dipped. Some friends in college did once on a spring break trip, but he didn't feel comfortable doing it then.

But with you...

Your arms hold him a little closer, your bare body running against his tummy.

"You don't have to but you're sexy and it would be sexy," you joke. "And we're all alone up here anyway."

He grins and tilts his head, letting go of you for a minute while he slides his trunks off and tosses them on the edge, too.

Your eyes trace down his chest, under the water, and you can see how excited this little detour to your late-night swim has made him.

His hands pull you back to him, your legs wrapped around him and you can feel his cock against your legs in the water.

"Fuck," he murmurs, almost so quiet it's to himself rather than to you.

"Doesn't this feel good, baby?" you ask with a sultry voice, running your fingers through his wet hair.

"Y-yeah, it does," he says, leaning in to put his lips on your neck. The warmth of his kisses sends a tingle down your spine.

In a couple of wide steps, he takes you to the wall of the pool and pushes you gently against the edge, your legs still locked around him.

His cock nudges against you and you nod, agreeing to what he's putting down. When he slides in, you sigh and try not to moan too loud as his hips work against the force of the water to slowly move in and out of you.

Your fingers clutch his shoulders and his lips join yours as you share moans between baited breaths.

"Oh God, Ted... yes, baby..." you murmur against his ear, his head buried in your neck.

"Feels so good, sugar," he answers. "So good."

The heightened awareness of being in public, in a pool, under the stars, is enough to send your brain careening your body into climax. With no warning, your body clutches around him, your breath sputtering as you moan.

"That's it, my sweet girl," his voice staggered and hips reaching his own release.

"Oh, God," you murmur, and Ted pushes a few more times before releasing his own ecstasy. His forehead meets yours and you burst into laughter.

"That took a turn," you joke, and he blushes and giggles, his arms around you still.

"A good turn, yeah?"

"Oh, the best detour."

He laughs with you, and you return to paddling around, playing, laughing. As you both face the wall and look at the city lights, you hear a door open and your heart drops.

"CANNONBALL!"

And in a whoosh of... NUDITY?!...Coach Beard cannonballs into the pool, making an epic splash. When he surfaces, Ted's eyes are wide with terror.

"Beardo...are you...?"

Beard looks at the two of you.

"Oh, hey guys. I didn't know anyone else was up here," he says while he shrugs his shoulders.

"So you just wanted to...skinny-dip...alone?" you ask.

Beard nods. "Yeah. Ancient texts have revealed the spiritual connection between body and water with no barriers."

"Of course they do," Ted nods.

"Looks like you two got the memo of those texts, too," Beard jokes, nodding at your respective bodies. You're hidden behind Ted, feeling self-conscious.

"Y'don't have to hide, y/n," Beard says. "I've only got eyes for Jane."

Ted smirks behind his shoulder. "It's true, but you can put your suit back on if you want."

You don't want to be a party pooper so you opt to stay in the pool. Ted and you are on the opposite wall from Beard. Hidden just enough to be comfortable, but all three of you enjoying whatever bliss the ancient texts say about skinny-dipping.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #skinny dipping IS FUN

[houseofperfecttaste]

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

Outer Banks x Teen Wolf PT.1

"Mom I'm not moving to the Outer Banks."

"Yes, you are. You and Scott will both be killed if you stay in Beacon Hills."

A week later, you stood before your cousin Kies's house as your uncle carried your bags to your room. You moved to Outer Banks and Scott moved out of Beacon Hills but is still in California. You and Kiara didn't see each other much, only on holidays, but you two kept in touch, texting almost every day considering you were the only girls in the family close to age.

"So why'd your mom ship you off to Outer Banks?" Kie asked sitting on your bed as you started to unpack your clothes. "Financial problems." You shrugged, this was the lie your mom decided to come up with knowing she couldn't tell the truth about why you were moving. "Well I'm super happy you're here! I'll help you unpack so I can give you a tour of the island." Kie hung up your clothes as you organized everything on your dresser and hung up photos.

"Where'd Scott move to?" She asked looking at the photographs of you, your mom, and Scott. "He moved more towards the North of California, he's working as a vet with his old boss." You threw on your shoes since a majority of unpacking was done. "Alright, I'm taking you out to a party put something sexy on." She winked closing the door before you could object so you picked out a cute sexy outfit opening the door to show Kiara which she approved of. You did your makeup quickly then lightly curled your hair making them look like beach waves. "You look hot let's go." She grabbed your arm you slipping your shoes on quickly then following her outside where a van with a bunch of people was waiting.

"Ready to meet the Pogues?" She smiled at you as you left the house and started walking. "The Pogues?" "You'll see." She chuckles opening the van door the smell of marijuana immediately filling your nose. "That would be because of JJ," Kiara mentioned gesturing to a blonde boy with black sunglasses upside of his face with a joint in his mouth. "I'm only okay with it if he passes me one." "I like you." JJ pointed handing you to the joint to which you took a medium size hit. You passed it back to JJ not wanting to keep it for long and you blew the smoke into the corner of the van trying to be respectful.

"John B is the one driving, Sarah in the passenger seat, Pope, Cleo, and JJ."

"Where'd you move here from?" Pope asked smacking JJ in the head for blowing the smoke in his face and you giggled. "I'm from California." You answered playing with the rings on your fingers, one of them a little silver wolf ring(the one you played with the most.) "What brought you all the way out over here?" "Family things." You shrugged to which they didn't ask any more questions. "Watch out for the Kooks. They're wild." JJ jokingly warned as you guys stepped out of the van.

"How do I know who is who?"

"You'll know a kook when you see one." He smiled leading the way into the party Kiara taking you to the kitchen mixing you both a fruity drink. You noticed a blonde that kept stealing glances at you and you started to blush when you noticed how hot he was. "So tell me about you and JJ. You two were close in the van." You wiggled your eyebrows at her knowing about her crush on him. "We've kissed a few times, and maybe fooled around." She giggled swirling her drink around and you nudged her arm with your elbow.

"How about you huh? Any guy in your life?" You glanced to your side at the blonde to catch him staring at you and you shook your head no. "Used to be but uh not anymore." The thought of your ex-boyfriend Isaac dying in your arms flooded your mind but you decided to drink the memory away. "I will be back soon, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Kie yelled over the music and you nodded making yourself another drink. You walked over to the Pogues sitting on the log next to Sarah.

You still felt the boy's gaze on you but you decided to ignore it and get to know the group better. They were telling you stories of their adventures and how they are trying to find gold from the Royal Merchant. "What about you? Any adventures in Beacon Hills?" John B asked making you bite the inside of your cheek. "No not really. Beacon Hills is kinda quiet." You lied looking around the party and mentally cheering when seeing Kiara walking over. Your lifesaver.

After a few more hours at the party, Sarah thankfully suggested it was time to go and everyone agreed. You all headed to John Bs house getting a look at the cut. "Welcome to the Cut and the Chateau." John B smiled getting out of the van and standing in front of his house with his arms open. JJ lit a fire, and you all sat around, playing 20 questions. Sooner or later you passed out on the hammock you were swinging on, Kiara throwing a blanket over you and heading to sleep herself.

The next morning you woke up to see the gang hanging on the porch of the Chateau and you decided to join them taking a seat next to Cleo. "The next morning you woke up to see the gang hanging on the porch of the Chateau and you decided to join them taking a seat next to Cleo. "Hey John B do you mind if I borrow a bike to ride back to Kies house?" You asked looking at the two old-looking bikes and not wanting to bother him for a ride home. "Yeah, you're good go for it, do you want a ride back?" He asked kindly. "Oh no it's okay, I need the exercise anyway." You laughed.

"I'm gonna stay here," Kie informed you and you nodded and smiled not expecting her to ditch her normal routine just because you were here. "You're more than welcomed back later." John B invited. "Thank you, I will definitely take you up on that. It was nice meeting you all!" You waved as everyone said bye and you got on the bike to start your ride home. You were enjoying the warm breeze on your skin looking down at your phone to pick out a song. You arrived home dressing in a pink workout set. You put on your sneakers putting your hair up grabbing your headphones and going for a run.

After about thirty minutes you stopped by The Wreck to grab a smoothie smiling at your aunt and uncle as you walked in. "Hey sweetie, what can I get ya?" Your aunt asked as you went up to the bar. "Just a strawberry banana smoothie please." You tried to pay for the smoothie but she refused and you thanked her heading to a table outside to enjoy the warmth. "This seat taken?" You heard a deep voice ask and you looked up to see the guy who was staring at you from the party. He was hot as hell and it intimidated you a bit but you didn't let it show. "Nope, all yours." You smiled. "I haven't seen you around here, did you just move?" The stranger asked taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah moved here yesterday." You took in his appearance and you could tell he was definitely a kook. "My names Rafe. Rafe Cameron." "Y/N. Y/N McCall." You giggled and Rafe smiled thinking it was the cutest thing in the world. You guys talked until he said he had to go to meet his friends for golf. You guys exchanged numbers making a plan to hang out that night. "Rafe Cameron huh?" Your aunt raised her eyebrows at you sitting in the seat he previously occupied. "You know him?" "Everyone knows him. He's the kook king." "Well, I got myself a date with the kook king."

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[bradshawsbaby]

Do you think you could write something for Rooster comforting the reader when they have to get glasses? I just found out that I’m going to need glasses, and it’s so weird thinking about it when I’ve gone my whole life without them…

Aww! I’m sure you’re going to look beautiful in them! 😘 I took a little break from my work, so enjoy this drabble just for you! ❤️

“Baby, stop. You look beautiful,” Rooster insisted, stepping up behind you and dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

You were currently sitting at your vanity table, frowning at your reflection in the mirror. After an entire childhood of 20/20 vision, you’d been shocked when your eye doctor had recently declared that you were in need of prescription eyeglasses. You’d tried to pick out the most stylish pair that you could find, but something about it just seemed…wrong. Every time you looked at your reflection, you were caught off guard by the round frame lenses.

“I just don’t understand why I even need these,” you huffed stubbornly, taking them off and setting them down on the vanity. “I can see just fine without them.”

Sensing that it was still a touchy subject for you, Rooster gently nudged you off your vanity chair, taking a seat himself and then pulling you back down onto his lap.

“The doctor did say that without them, you’d just be putting more unnecessary strain on your eyes,” he said in his most reasonable voice, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck softly. “You gotta protect those gorgeous eyes, honey,” he added with a grin, pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You don’t think they make me look dorky?” you asked hesitantly, chewing on your lower lip. You knew that it was stupid to be worried about looking like a nerd at your age, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious. This was new to you.

“Is that what this is about?” Rooster chuckled, shooting you an apologetic look when you smacked his arm. He held you closer to him and didn’t speak again until you met his gaze. “Baby, I think they make you look sexy as hell,” he assured you, lightly kissing your shoulder and then your lips. “Like a naughty librarian,” he teased with a wink.

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, appreciative for the way that he always managed to make you feel so special and beautiful.

“See? So you don’t have to be,” Rooster smiled, reaching out for your glasses and gently sliding them back onto your face. “Gorgeous as always, baby.”

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Love - Hate game.

Summary: Eddie and y/n can't stand each other, so why do they keep sleeping together and why the hell is he suddenly so weird about her friendship with Steve Harrington?

Warnings: Fluff, Jealous Eddie, and kinda enemies to lovers. Mutual pining, Swearing. I'm writing this while trying to beat my current insomnia so I apologise if there are any grammar mistakes, 18+

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work 💫💞

She sees Eddie walking down the hallways of the school, he's with his group of friends, the Hellfire Club and acting up for them.

Rolling her eyes she smooths down her cheerleading outfit and he smirks as he sees her making it his mission to piss her off.

Something he succeeds in daily.

"Princess, is that little scowl all for me?".

Asshole.

"Screw you, Munson". His eyes light up at her comeback and he nudges his friend Gareth and the freshman who follows him around and hangs on his every word, who's also Steve's friend Dustin Henderson.

"See that flush in her skin boys? The way she's looking, think she has a crush on me huh?". She seethes inside and he walks up to her.

"You wish. Given the fact it's your fucking mission to irritate me to death". He plays with a stray lock of her hair and leans in to whisper in her ear.

"Maybe you forgot you were just screaming my name last night princess?". Tingles erupt inside her and she glares at him.

"Bite me". His eyes darken with lust and she hates that she feels it too and he has to be so hot with the leather jacket, those gorgeous brown eyes, tattoos and give no fucks attitude.

He was sexy as hell and he knew it and she was hooked on him.

"Happily". He saunters off and throws her a wink as he goes, she waits a semi-appropriate time to follow him out to his van.

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These hookups weren't meant to happen. She just remembers her and Eddie having an argument one day over something she can't even remember and then they were kissing.

The kissing was incredible and it led to mind-blowing sex. They pretended it didn't happen for like a day and then the next day he was taking her up against a tree in the woods near the school where no one could hear their moans.

It had been going on for weeks, they would argue, end up kissing, have sex and lather, rinse repeat.

She hated how much she wanted him and hated how she would bury herself in his arms longing to be close to him.

How he would hold her and stroke her hair and they would talk to the early hours in his trailer then go right back to antagonising each other in the hallways at school or when she was with her friends happily discussing graduation and guys.

Her friends didn't know that he had stolen her heart, even if she tried to deny it because he was a freak and she was popular and they shouldn't mix.

It was all bullshit.

He didn't feel the same, she knew that it was just sex to him, she wishes she could be so nonchalant about her feelings.

That maybe one day, against all odds he would want to be with her too.

Impossible reality she told herself and they would carry on fighting and kissing and making up while she buried thoughts of happy endings.

Acting like she couldn't stand him when in all honesty he's all she thought about.

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"Asshole". She shoots at him playfully as he wraps his arms around her kissing her neck and pulling her into the room where he plays D and D.

"Hello to you beautiful". She nuzzles into his arms and he smiles, a gentle moment between them that she adores.

"You're my asshole". He chuckles and nips at her ear, he settles on his throne and she perches on his knee.

"Will you teach me to play sometime?". He looks surprised at her ask but quickly nods.

"Of course sweetheart, whenever you want".

The door opens and she hears the gaggle of the Hellfire crew and her stomach falls, she gets up and once again it's back to the usual pretence they put on in front of the others.

"You are the most annoying man I've ever met Eddie Munson". ( You are but I still adore you)

His eyes look sad and she briefly wonders if he feels the same and misses his insult.

Off her game, she "storms" out hating having to fake that she despises him.

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"I have to go". She tells Eddie lost in his kisses and he pulls her closer moving to her neck and eliciting soft moans from her as he pulls her back on his bed.

"Stay". He grunts and she wants to, god she does but she's meeting Steve and it's movie night with him and Robin.

She's been trying to tell him that but he's been so charming and his kisses have a habit of driving the thoughts from her mind.

"Eddie, I'm meeting Steve". He stops kissing her then and there's a strange look on his features.

"Harrington?". She nods and brushes her hair which is all messy and her lips feel a little swollen and kiss bitten.

"For movie night". He moves away nodding and suddenly he's very cold.

"Eddie?". He shrugs on his shirt and kisses her briefly.

"You better go then". He heads out of his room leaving her feeling very confused by his sudden mood change.

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She can't concentrate on the movie and she makes excuses to leave after the first pissed at Eddie for ruining her night.

That's how she ends up back at his trailer wanting to know what's wrong with him.

He's with two clients, pretty ones and her anger grows as he's all charming and cute with them but sour to her.

When they leave her anger has built to a crescendo and she huffs.

"Why are you so mad at me? What did I do? You're all charming with those girls but off with me".

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm not interested in them y/n. Shouldn't you be with Steve?". It's the way he says Steve that has her pissed off.

"Steve is my friend, god you drive me crazy" He nods annoyed.

"We agree on something then". He tells her and she's still annoyed by his attitude.

"Yeah, because you annoy the shit out of me and yet we still kiss, and have sex despite that".

His next words really hurt.

"Yeah, well maybe this was a fucking mistake". He barks at her and she didn't expect to feel so broken at those words.

Mistake. Tears blur in her eyes and his widen, he takes a step towards her and she sniffs wiping at the wetness.

"Fine". She yells back and storms out of his trailer with tears running down her cheeks and a broken heart straight into a building storm.

Eddie follows her out and she ignores his calls fighting against the wind and the rain.

"Baby come back. It's going to storm badly". He catches up to her and she doesn't look at him still crying and slips on the wet leaves

He pulls her to his chest, catching her before she falls.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry princess. You drive me crazy but fuck I can't stop thinking about you and you being mine and I was jealous of Steve".

She stops struggling and peers up at him stunned. He was jealous?

"You are incredible and this isn't a mistake sweetheart". She sniffs and cuddles into him.

"You were all nice to those other girls and just cold to me Ed's". He softens and the rain soaks them both but they don't seem to care lost in the moment.

"I wasn't the least bit interested baby, I want you. Shit when we argue and your eyes flash and you yell at me and you look so beautiful, I want you.

"When you are sweet, soft and sleepy in the mornings and you think you look like shit, which is impossible by the way I want you".

"I adore you sweetheart and I'm falling in love with you and that dream you have of travelling over the States, road trips and shit that we talked about a while back all I want is to be with you by your side".

He kisses her and it's raining harder now but she's lost in the epic kiss, she breaks away heartache gone completely.

"I'm falling for you too Eddie, I want you with me too, imagine it. Just you and I". He nods resting his forehead against hers.

"I want to hold your hand and kiss you at school and fuck what anyone says because it is you and me and I don't give a shit what anyone says". She agrees and kisses him again.

"Come on, let's get inside". She follows him back to the trailer and he searches out dry clothes, she's soon cosy in his shirt, in his bed with his arms wrapped around her.

Movie night happens after all and it's her and Eddie's first official date as a couple.

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As always likes, reblogs, etc are wonderful and I appreciate them so much. 💖

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