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BABY BABY BABYYYYYY WHAT IS UP WITH YOU THESE DAYS OHMYGOD??? First the javi filth which was *chef's kiss* hit me right on the vulnerable spots with the perfect payback AND THEN YOU DARE TO THROW THAT INEXPERIENCED!READER MASTERPIECE WTFFF??? Can I pleaaaaase request a follow up for the Frankie part of that work, for whenever you get the time? I'm pretty sure you must be flooded with requests but I just couldn't resist I loved it so much 😭😭

A/N: Hehe I loved this comment so much!!! I don't deserve such lovely words you made me smile so big! I'll gladly do a follow-up - definitely didn't foresee a part 2 but I'll write Frankie any day of the week ;)

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Part One

[ Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader ]

Warnings: (18+) Soft!Frankie, Insecurities, significant age gap, swearing, sexual themes.

You had done everything backwards.

Usually, the story goes you meet a guy in a bar, you chat for a while, maybe exchange numbers and then go on a few dates before even entertaining the notion of sleeping together. Yet here you were, barely three hours after meeting Frankie and coming down from the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

He seems so much shyer now, barely looking over at you and just panting into the air, chest rising and falling hypnotically and you smile as you watch him come down. You lean across, brushing a curl from his damp forehead and you can tell he's nervous. You wonder if he thinks your silence is due to regret rather than your actual blissed-out relaxation so you decide to break it to ease the tension, "Wow, now I know what all the fuss is about."

That seems to entertain him, a smirk playing across his face at your honesty, "Well thanks, I'm glad to be of assistance." but you catch the insecurity in his voice. You don't like it, "Frankie, believe me, I should be thanking you. That was incredible and I know I don't have much to compare it to but you made me feel safe." Frankie shifts up in his seat at that so you continue, "And I'm not saying you didn't make me feel wanted because fuck did you make me feel wanted, but I was always worried my first time would be awkward or pressured and I felt none of that with you."

You bite your lip, now hesitant to voice your next request but you feel the urge to regardless of his response, "You think I could stay with you a while longer? Just go somewhere, I'd rather not go home right now." You didn't need to worry because before you'd even finished, Frankie was already nodding and you laugh at his eagerness, "Oh gracias a Dios, I feel the same way. You want to head back to mine?"

You raise an eyebrow and he blushes, hands waving in front of the two of you frantically, "No, no not like that, well maybe like that- no I mean I can make you some food or we can watch something and just..." he sighs, clearly flustered and tries again, "we can just get to know each other more." It's your time to nod now, sorting your clothing out and fixing your hair in his rearview, "I'd love that."

Frankie sorts his own clothes out before starting the ignition, hat back on his head and the brim doesn't quite cover the smile on his face as he reverses out of the spot and heads towards his place. As he turns onto the main road, his hand finds your thigh and you appreciate the small amount of contact.

As the truck rolls and jolts on the roads, Frankie's hand moves too and it inches higher up your inseam making your cheeks flare with heat and your tummy coil tight in desire - you literally just came, how are you already ready again? Frankie dug his fingers in tighter and you sucked in a breath, air caught in your lungs as the car turned suddenly and stopped outside a small townhouse.

"We're here. It's not much but..." He trailed off, surprisingly ashamed at the sight of his home but you loved it. Its clear, even from the outside, that it had character. Soft flowers adorned the steps leading to a dark wooden door - brass handle swinging in the light evening breeze. The windows had old frames on them, paint flaking occasionally in places but clearly well kept due to their shine. You unclipped your seat belt and slid across to him, his gaze out the window so you press a kiss to his throat and hum, "It's lovely, show me inside?"

Frankie turns, inhaling your scent from your hair and closing his eyes briefly before unclipping and leaving the truck. Ever the gentleman, he opens your passenger side door for you and you giggle, lifting your hand ceremonially for him to take as he guides you to his front door.

He unlocks it, brass handle banging gently as it opens up into a warmly lit hallway and ushers you in with a gentle palm on your lower back. Small framed photos align the walls of the entrance, ones with Frankie in but also other men. All were clearly friends and it made you smile to see Frankie so happy in all of them - bright smile clear on his face and it made you ache to be the one to make him smile that wide. The short corridor ended in an open plan living room and kitchen, your eyes falling on the huge plush looking L shaped couch in the centre which faced a log burner that had your eyes lighting up, "Oh my god, you have a wood burner?! I've always wanted one of these!"

You look to him and he gestures towards the small metal box, eyebrows raised and a small smile on his face, "Me casa, su casa." With permission granted, you giddily make your way to the fireplace, scanning the logs and tinder pile before making a start. Frankie turns to his kitchen, grabbing glasses from the cupboard but stopping to pause and watch you work. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the worktop with his legs crossed as he gazes at you pack the burner with practised fluidity.

"You light fires often?"

You turn your head and grin, "I was a girl scout as a kid, even became a leader for a while. I love the outdoors, always loved making things and watching them come together in my hands - it soothes me."

Frankie nods, hat brim tipping forward slightly, "I understand that, I'm not far off in that feeling myself. I like fixing cars though."

You look at him again, pausing in your efforts now you have a few flames growing in the burner, "You're a mechanic?" Frankie nods, "Yeah, own the place actually. It's not much but after I left the army, I just needed to do something else. I already knew how to fix cars so that made the most sense."

You stand, now curling yourself up on the sofa, watching as Frankie goes back to pouring you both drinks. He pours two whiskeys and adds ice to yours which makes you smile because he clearly still remembers what you bought from the bar. He joins you eventually, seated just a little too far away so you scootch closer, legs brushing his as you take your drink.

You take a sip, silence filling the space while your ice clinks in your glass. As you place it down on the coffee table, you notice the uneven surface, rough in some areas and smooth in others and ask, "Did you make this?" He's mid gulp when you ask so he takes a moment but then, "Umm yeah actually." You point, surprise evident on your face, "Wait what really? This? That's incredible!"

He shrugs, "It's not much. Just had the time."

You scoff, "That's not nothing Frankie, it's gorgeous! You carved all these into the legs too?" You run a finger down the intricate wooden waves on each leg and he nods. You continue, "Honestly, I'm scared to touch it - you're very talented."

Frankie ducks his head and you may barely know the man but you find it so endearing when he becomes shy over his own achievements. You get the feeling he rarely hears praise in his life and you want to be able to change that. You prop your feet on his lap, wiggling your toes as you do and slide further down the couch, a smirk playing on your lips. Your dress hitches slightly at the moment and Frankie's eyes are once again drawn to your exposed skin but there's a sad look to his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He doesn't speak for a while, seems to be contemplating his answer but finally, he says, "You fit in so well here. I like seeing you on my couch, by my burner, in my house."

You nod, "I like it too, so why is that a bad thing?"

Frankie sighs, your legs shift on his lap as he leans forward, taking his hat off and running his hands through the curls with a sigh, "It's because I'm me and I shouldn't be like this after only a couple hours but fuck I am and it's pathetic. I'm just a mechanic, I've been divorced and christ I'm double your age! People are gonna judge us and I can't..." You sit up at that, legs swinging to meet his on the floor, your sides touching, "You can't what? Can't deal with that? You like me but you don't want to see me again because you're worried about what other people might think? You certainly thought me old enough to fuck but what, I'm not worth anything more?" Frankie sighed again, "You're you and just...you don't know me. You don't know what you want."

Now that made you livid. People always seemed to be telling you what you think you needed or why you wanted things and you were done with letting them push you to the sidelines - this time you were gonna fight.

"Don't tell me what I want Frankie. Yes, I agree, we did things backwards and I don't know a lot about you but I want to. From what I've seen I can already tell you're a good person. You have good friends, you have a lovely house, a great job and we already share something in common - more than one thing. That's more than enough for me, more than I've had in other relationships in the past so don't tell me what I want - I know what I want and I want you."

You were panting, out of breath from your outburst but you needed Frankie to hear you. You needed him to understand you knew what you were doing and you wanted to see where this could go. You took another drink to calm down, whiskey burning like the fire close by as you let Frankie absorb your words. It doesn't take long, Frankie is staring at you barely a few seconds before he's on you - frantic and pushing you to the arm of the couch - your body sinking into the cushions as he kisses you harshly.

You yelp, surprised by the onslaught but you get on board quickly, pushing fingers through Frankie's hair and pulling him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist. He groans and crowds you in, hardening length pressing against your clothed cunt and you bite his lip as your own moan falls from your lips at the pressure. His hands roam across the entirety of your body, large palms caressing your curves and hair, pulling you into him by your waist and your dress is now hitched so high you're sure he can see more than just some leg.

He pulls away, panting with eyes dark and wanting and he swallows, "You're incredible."

You pull him back in, kissing him deeply before pulling back again, tongue brushing teasingly across his plush bottom lip as you do making him shudder, "I know."

He chuckles, rich and deep and you smile up at him. He takes a second to look you over, dress rumpled, hair no doubt a mess but you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and no matter what happened in the future, he knew right there that he'd take on anything to see you like this for as long as he could.

He goes back in for another kiss, hoping to start up round two but you press a finger to his lips instead and he pouts, "Ah ah Francisco, you promised me food. This can wait." He shuts his eyes, "Cariño, you're killing me." You shimmy out from under him and watch as he flops back into your vacant spot - cock hard and straining in his jeans as you wander to the log pile, "C'mon Frankie, I'll get the fire going again and you show me those cooking skills you promised. Then you can have dessert."

He stands, striding towards you and wrapping himself around you from behind as you bend back up from stoking the fire. Heat ignites in your belly again when his mouth presses into your neck and he murmurs, "Oh I plan on more than that hermosa. Believe me."

Later, you only manage a few bites before Frankie makes good on that promise, taking you right there on the kitchen table again and again and again.

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