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“𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔”

ONESHOT | DoucheBag!FrankieAU | Francisco (Frankie) Morales x F!Reader Prt. 4 of Thank god for ground floor apartments. Can also be read as a stand alone. **SMUT WARNING (NSF -Minors DNI- Read at your own risk) | Angst | if you call 'manipulative Frankie' fluff? (Enemies- Hopefully Lovers Trope if you squint) Word Count: 5K Summary: You meet Frankies friend in a bar and use him to make Frankie jealous. Despite actually being attracted to Santi, Frankie always gets his way...that is until it backfires. Notes: Readers nickname is 'LC'. Readers bestfriend is nicknamed 'T'. Check the DoucheBag!FrankieAU for more back story. Maipulative!Frankie, Hateful attraction. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. (Explicit content: Fingering. Oral(F!receiving). Stimulation. Orgasms. Lots of dirty talk).

A/N: Lets not forget that she is more emotional (lowkey keeps Frankie comin' back) and Frankie is still a douchebag. I LOVE YOU ALL for reading and engaging. I see your LC theories but some of you got it so I can't share any YET. heheheh <3 It may not seem like he got his, but remember this series is ongoing ;) Enjoy xx Theme Song: Sigues Con El - Remix (Arcángel, Sech, Romeo Santos)

“He’s going to absolutely lose his mind when he sees you,” T’s voice replays in your head, giving you the utmost confidence walking into the bar.

It’s the same bar Frankie and his friends are at.

You had told T everything that happened with Frankie and she had managed to find out where he would be tonight.

He had completely ghosted you since he wasn’t able to finish in your living room.

Which lead to him posting multiple pictures of him and another woman on his socials.

He had also been posting more frequently since then, prompting you to mute him to get through your work day.

You thought you would get lots of judgment from T but telling her was the best thing you did. She helped you channel your sadness into anger and revenge.

‘We have to find him and you have to make him go through the same thing you did. You have to make him jealous’

‘He won’t care, he’s been busy with that other girl.’

‘Trust me, if Fish is the same Fish he’s always been, he’ll care…’

You look over at Frankie and his friends as you and T take your 3rd tequila shot of the night, on an empty stomach.

The small amount of alcohol creates a good buzz as you watch him laughing with the 3 men and the girl from the picture he had posted.

You recognize his one friend with the dark curls and subtle hint of a beard.

He’s sitting on a bar stool as Frankie and the two other men are standing and laughing.

The man sitting at the bar smiles at them while choking down the liquor in his cup.

Your stomach turns as you look back to Frankie again.

You feel unsure about approaching him, even more so when you see his arm drape against that girls back, giving her light rubs like he used to give you.

It makes you nauseous with jealous rage, just as T lightly smacks your shoulder.

You look to her and she raises an eyebrow at Frankie’s friend sitting against the bar and keeping to himself.

“Give him a taste of his own medicine,” she smirks, maniacally.

She had always been so well calculated when it came to men, especially assholes.

You turn back to look at Frankie’s handsome and lonely looking friend, his elbow resting against the bar as he asks the bartender for a refill.

Your hands are sweaty as you approach him. Staying on the other side of him and away from Frankie.

You sit on the stool next to him and order a margarita. He double takes when he sees you and you grin at him, still a bit nervous.

“Put her drink on my tab,” he says to the bartender.

You smile even bigger and he looks you up and down from the side with warm eyes. Holding his drink up to his lips.

You do your best to give him your most innocent look while biting at the inside of your bottom lip.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, bating your lashes while half smiling at him.

“Come on,” he tells you, placing his drink down and turning in his stool to face you.

“Beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks.”

You scoff playfully.

“Wow, that was cheesy,” you flirt back, as the bartender places the margarita down and you take a sip still looking at him.

He smiles and your stomach flips.

Despite starting this conversation in hopes of making Frankie jealous, this man is extremely attractive. It makes you even more nervous.

“Santiago Garcia,” he sticks his massive hand out to you with a smirk.

You bite into your bottom lip meekly and hold eye contact while you shake it, telling him your name in return.

“You can call me Santi, if you want,” he mumbles, his tongue sweeping onto his bottom lip as he stares at your mouth.

Santi…

The Santi from Frankie’s picture he posted.

This will be interesting.

“It’s nice to meet you, Santi,” you coo at him with a flirtatious grin.

Frankie hasn’t even looked in your direction until now. His laughing expression falling immediately when he sees you.

The girl from that picture has her arms around his waist, her hand coming up to his face to try and get his attention but he doesn’t budge.

His mouth parting and brows furrowing as he watches you giggle at something his friend has said.

Without looking at her, Frankie grabs the girls arms and detaches himself from her grip.

His body wandering over to where you and Santi talk against the bar top.

Santi’s eye contact is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. His eyes burn into yours with admiration and genuine intrigue, listening intently to every single word you say. Absorbing it the way Frankie never has.

It’s almost too comforting. Something you’re not used to.

Frankie slaps Santi on the shoulder, getting both of your attention.

For the first time he’s at a loss for words, holding his drink while his hand rests on his friends shoulder. The three of you look between each other before you make the boldest move yet.

“And you are?” You ask, innocently to Frankie.

His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen before he squints at you in annoyance.

“Francisco,” he retorts, confidently playing your game. His hand comes out towards you and you try not to hesitate before shaking it.

Santi could almost noticing the tension before you pull away and turn your attention back to him.

“And you two know each other - how?”

“We were in special ops together,” Santi smiles at you, still giving you a look of innocent desire.

You pause. Your expression falling as your eyes flicker back to Frankie’s. You never knew he took on the job with the ops. Your eyes soften at him for a moment, thinking about all the things he’s probably seen, all the things he’s probably had to do.

You don’t let it linger, turning your attention back to Santi and asking him to tell you about the ops.

You watch Frankie from the corner of your eye.

He’s back with the other two men and that girl.

His eyes darting around and landing on you almost every 2 minutes.

“So, what brings a woman like you here?” Santi asks, motioning to the bartender to refill both your drinks.

Frankie and the others have somehow migrated closer to you and Santi who are still engulfed in conversation, against the bar.

“A girl like me?” You ask, half giggling.

He looks around before looking you up and down and smirking.

“Im afraid if I call you beautiful again, you’ll think I’m too cheesy.”

You laugh out again and touch his arm, remembering all those magazines you read that mentioned physical touch when trying to intrigue a man.

The action itself prompts Santi to relax a bit more, chuckling with you before looking around again.

“Nah, it’s okay,” your laughter dies down as you stare lustfully into his eyes.

“I like it.”

Frankie’s eyes burn into you the entire night as you dance with Santiago to multiple Spanish songs.

His hands hold yours and guide you in salsa dance, both of you laughing as you try not to trip over yourself.

“I’m terrible at this,” you mutter, your cheeks getting hot as you look up at him sheepishly.

He smiles down at you, sincerely.

“Just takes some practice,” he mumbles to you.

His warm hands slide farther along your back to hug you tighter into him.

You turn your face and rest your cheek lightly against his arm, facing away from him and towards the rest of the busy bar.

Through the separation of people you see Frankie. His nostrils flaring and jaw clenching while his eyes burn into you like a laser pointer.

You give the same look back before your face softens into a smile at the feel of Santi’s chin resting against the top of your head.

As the night goes on, Frankie gets more and more irritated.

It’s evident in the text messages he sends you. Each one getting more and more passive aggressive.

The time between each text also decreases.

11:35PM

‘What is it you’re trying to do LC’

You don’t respond.

11:59PM

‘You’ve made your point’

12:15AM

‘Trying to poach Santi to get back at me? Lol’

12:25AM

‘You really want to play these games?’

You smirk to yourself as you check your phone again in the bathroom, before putting it on do not disturb and heading back over to Santi.

These are the games you chose to play francisco - is all you think.

You and Santi had gotten extremely comfortable throughout the night.

So much so, that he had separated himself from Frankie and their other friends, hanging out with you, T, and the guy she met.

The 4 of you take shot after shot, while the back of your body presses into him as he sits again on the bar stool.

You stand between his legs as you both take your shots, his one hand resting on the front of your hip to keep you nice and close.

The warmth of his contact feels so comfy and natural, that you almost forget about Frankie. Who’s been cocking his head to stare at you so often, that he’s starting to develop neck pain.

You turn drunkenly to face Santiago.

Your arms drape around his neck and his hands grab at your hips to pull you closer, while he stares down at your lips.

You tap his nose with your index finger.

“I like you,” you slur, with a playful grin at him.

He watches your face, eyes darting between yours and your mouth multiple times before he replies.

“Oh yeah?” His hands rub against your lower back and your eyes flutter shut, it feels that good.

Safe.

“Yeah,” you respond, your eyes meeting his again.

You stare down at his lips too and he smirks, getting closer and closer until you hear him speak.

“Santi man, we should get goin’ if you’re still wanting to work overtime tomorrow.”

Your eyes practically roll at the sound of Frankie’s voice.

Santiago turns to look at him before turning back to you. His hand coming up to brush a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, genuinely. His eyes darting between yours, waiting for an answer.

Of course the answer is yes but the way he asks you so sincerely, warms your heart.

You don’t even look in Frankie’s direction as you bite your lip and nod at Santiago.

You see from your peripheral view Frankie’s eyes fall shut, and he lets out a heavy exhale at the sight of you staring at his friend the way you’ve stared at him.

You exchange numbers with Santi before he, Frankie, and their friends leave.

Frankie doesn’t say anything to you before walking out.

Just as you think your little game didn’t work, you watch as Frankie leaves the bar with the girl who’s been all over his social media.

She follows behind him and tries to grab his hand. He doesn’t let her. Instead, he pulls out his phone and her face falls into a frown. Still, grabbing the back of his shirt to follow him out.

Moments pass as you’re looking for T.

You pull out your phone to send her a text when you see three other text messages from Frankie.

12:40AM

‘If you’re trying to get my attention, it’s working.’

12:59AM - approximately the time you were about to kiss his friend.

‘Don’t do this LC’

1:11AM - just as they were walking out, when you witnessed his rejection towards that girl.

‘Sorry I had to steal Santiago away. Guess you’ll have to find someone else…’

You roll your eyes reading the last text but butterflies still arise.

Your mind replaying the image in your head of Frankie rejecting that girl to pull his phone out and send you a text.

You smile to yourself as you scroll through all the text messages you had ignored from tonight. Reeling in the fact that you got Frankie’s attention by making him a bit jealous.

If it didn’t work, he wouldn’t have texted you that many times.

——

You and T share an Uber and you’re back at your apartment alone, taking off your makeup, when another text comes through.

This time it’s from Santi and you smile genuinely while reading it.

‘I had a great night. Hope it’s not the last. We should get together sometime this week?’

You bite your lip in giddiness as you reply.

‘Are you asking me out Santiago?’

Before you can put the phone down, another text comes through, immediately.

‘Only if you’re gonna say yes.’

You reread his text multiple times, your thumbs hovering over the keyboard as you think about it. Even if he wasn’t friends with Frankie, you would have considered talking to him.

He is extremely good looking, confident, and flirtatious - yet still earnest.

He was the type of guy you were supposed to be with.

Just as you start to type you hear a thud from outside your balcony door.

The noise instantly sends a chill down your spine.

You shut your phone off and grab your bottle of air freshener from the bathroom. If it was an intruder, they would get a mouth full of scented room spray to give you a chance to run away.

Your hands shake as you slowly walk into your dark living room. Eyes widening as you see a silhouette on your balcony.

You grip the air freshener bottle harder before there is an actual knock at your door. You hover around the side of your couch, still clutching the bottle in your shaky hands before you hear his voice.

“LC, it’s me.”

You roll your eyes and slam the bottle down on your coffee table. Walking over to the balcony door and sliding it open.

“What do you want Frankie?” You ask, staring angrily up at him.

His eyes move to the bottle on the coffee table and he smirks.

“You gonna spray me to death with that?”

You roll your eyes again and shake your head in annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” You try again.

He lifts up his cap and runs his hand against his forehead before securing it back into its usual place.

“Wanted to see if you got home okay,” he mumbles. His eyes darting around your apartment behind you, as you block him from entering.

You squint up at him as you realize that he’s checking to see if you’re alone.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason you’ve come here at 2:30 in the morning,” you glare.

He looks back down at you, once he’s satisfied with the sweep of your apartment.

His lips curving downward into a sly grin.

“I guess I just,” his eyes flicker with lust.

“Needed to see you.”

You scowl and walk back into your apartment, making the stupid mistake of not closing the door in his face.

Regardless of how he’s acted these last weeks, you can’t help but need his attention like oxygen.

Hating yourself for still wanting him as bad as you do.

The two of you like magnets unwilling to separate.

If you were going to let him follow you in, he at least has to work for whatever comes next.

And of course he follows you, stepping into your apartment as if it’s his own.

“LC,” he starts but you turn to look at him again.

“Why are you really here Frankie?” You snap at him, eyes pleading for the truth for once.

“Because…” you saunter closer to him, squinting.

“I think it’s because you were jealous tonight.”

He brushes you off with a laugh as he fiddles with your trinkets on your bookshelf.

He doesn’t say anything yet, only manhandles a small figurine before you come to take it out of his hand.

You place it back on the shelf, your body inches away from his as his eyes fall to your face.

“Were you?” Your voice is low and your lips curl into a devious grin.

“Jealous?”

He smirks back, playing this game with you all too well.

“Oh com’on, LC,” his breath hot on your lips as he licks his.

“You know I don’t get jealous.”

As much as you try to ignore it; watching him floods you with arousal.

Despite his hypnosis, you continue to play.

“Oh really?” Your tongue presses into your cheek, causing Frankie’s brows to curl inward for a split second while his breathing picks up.

“Your texts say otherwise.”

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head while you both still maintain intense eye contact.

“Alright,” he hesitates, his eyes dropping down to your lips and his hands finally finding your hips.

As much as you want to reject him, cuss him out, or spit in his face; you can’t.

You’ve missed his touch too fucking much.

“Maybe I was,” he gives in. The sound of his admission makes your knees weak.

“S’that what you wanna’ hear, huh?” He spits back, his voice quiet.

You nod, bating your lashes at him.

“What about your girl?” You mock the caption from his picture, while you continue to stare up at him seductively.

His hands on your hips grip you tighter and the pads of his fingers slowly rub at the small of your back.

“I’m staring at her right now,” he purrs, his voice so hot you could melt into him.

You try hard not to let his charisma affect you but you fail, miserably.

“But you ignored her for weeks, Frankie,” you taunt, a small and flirty pout pulling at your lips.

His hands have made their way up to the zipper of your dress, inching it down slowly.

“Yeah well… I must have been drugged or something.”

You scoff and look off to the side, in disbelief despite the stupid grin pulling at your lips.

He was so effortlessly full of shit, and you were so annoyed at how well it worked for him.

His lips kiss your cheek twice, the second one landing at the corner of your mouth.

You flutter your eyes closed with a stupid smile on your face as your dress is almost unzipped all the way.

As he continues to kiss all over your face you’re reminded of tonight, seeing him rub that girls back like how he’s rubbing yours.

Seeing that picture of him holding her jaw like how he’s held yours.

Your face falls and you pull out of his grip, grabbing the bottle of room spray off your table and taking it back to the washroom.

Frankie follows you farther into your apartment, unable to say anything as he watches you.

“You should go,” you tell him from the sink. Staring down at the black screen of your phone as you wonder if Santi sent another text.

He was a genuinely nice guy. He was the one you should be thinking about right now.

You look in the bathroom mirror to see Frankie behind you.

His eyes are soft and sad, reminding you of the Frankie from flight school. The one only you saw, before he gave you the degrading nickname that changed everything.

“LC, please,” he mumbles.

You feel the tears welling into your eyes as you watch his pleading expression. Turning to face him and leaning your lower back against the sink. Looking down at the space between you both before you speak back to him.

“I don’t want to do this, Fish,” your voice is quiet and his composure slightly breaks at the sound of his nickname rolling off your lips.

He slowly walks closer to you before stopping just 3 feet away, his hands hanging at his sides while he waits for you to speak again.

“You really hurt me,” your expression is still and statue-like, as you try to focus on the flooring in your apartment to keep from getting emotional.

He doesn’t hesitate to walk up to you and grab your hands in his, looking down at them and squeezing your fingers.

“I know - and I was so stupid, LC.”

You both stare at each other through your brows. His expression almost as sincere as yours. Just slightly more lust filled.

“Let me make it up to you,” his voice going deeper. The lust taking over completely now.

You watch as he brings your hands to his lips, kissing each one. Turning them over to kiss your palms and press them against his face.

“Please,” he begs, his dark brown eyes turning black at the sight of desire creeping onto your expression.

You don’t say anything, only watch as he keeps kissing your palms, then your wrists.

He notices how his actions haven’t folded you. Your eyes watching him carefully but not giving in like you normally do.

It isn’t until he bends down onto his knee, his eyes still locked on yours as his hot hands migrate up your arms.

His lips kiss your wrists as they rest around his neck, his hands find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulders.

“I need you, LC,” he murmurs into the soft skin of your forearm, his eyes submissively looking into yours.

Your dress falls off your body as you watch him intently. Tears welling into your waterline again because you hate how good he is at all of this.

At making you give into him.

“Prove it, Frankie,” you breathe out shakily.

Your dress pools onto the floor below you and his fingers hook into the waistband of your thong. Inching it down as he’s gotten closer now, kissing your belly while slipping your panties off.

“I’ll prove it to you baby,” he breathes against your stomach, his hands drifting down your ass and resting at the backs of your thighs.

“Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you.”

His words make you shudder. Your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers twist into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Let my tongue tell you how sorry I am.”

It’s the first time an apology has left his lips. Spoken through pure want but still melting your heart, unfortunately.

His hands pull your upper thighs onto his broad shoulders. Your weight transferring partially onto your bathroom counter, while your fingers dig into the edges of the cold marble.

Your body falls back against the mirror as his mouth wraps around your clit.

His lips moving so aggressively against your heat. Sucking and leaving wet kisses against your sensitive bundle.

You moan as you look down at him, his eyes half lidded as he doesn’t take them off you.

“So fuckin’ juicy baby,” he groans into your centre. His mouth opening and showing you how his tongue licks up and down your wet folds.

“You have the best pussy,” he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole that gushes with arousal.

“Made only for me, isn’t it?” he coos at you before diving into your clit again.

“Oh god - yes Frankie,” you whimper. The feeling of your impending orgasm taking over you.

Your eyes squint hard as his fingers breach your tight entrance. Slowly curling to brush against your insides, while his tongue continues to devour your dripping cunt.

You moan as your eyes widen when he finds the sweet spot. Your hand pulling his cap off and throwing it onto the ground so you can grab his hair.

You pull at it hard. Eliciting a deep groan as Frankie buries his face farther between your legs, looking up at you.

His fingers speed up while your hips ride against his mouth. His nose tickling your clit with each brush of your hips.

“Fuckkk, Frankie don’t stop,” you moan, your eyes pleading with his as you bite your lip so hard.

He groans at the sight of you and his other hand that had been resting on your thigh comes up to your chest.

His fingers pinch, pull, and massage at your nipples, slurping between your legs as his fingers tap faster against your spongey g-spot.

The collective effort of his tongue, his fingers inside you, and his other hand twisting at your nipples - sends you over the edge.

Your hips rolling into his face uncontrollably as you spill onto his fingers. His mouth quickly replacing them and he licks at your gushing hole, suctioning his mouth around it and drinking every last bit of your juice.

He moans, his eyes falling shut at the view of you shaking from the overstimulation.

He lets you ride out your high, your heavy breathing slowing down after he’s released you with a pop.

Your eyelids become heavy as he places your legs softly back onto the bathroom floor. Making sure you can balance before he comes to his feet.

You stand in front of him fully exposed and leaning against the bathroom sink.

He smirks as he fixes his erection that’s evident in his pants. Adjusting his crotch before giving you a deep kiss so you can taste yourself.

You moan into it, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him in closer.

He pulls away and looks down at his watch as you continue to kiss his face.

Your lips grazing his jaw and up to the corner of his mouth as he speaks.

“It’s almost 4AM,” he watches his wrist.

“I should get going baby,” he mumbles onto your lips as you peck his over and over.

Your orgasm has turned you stupid as you flutter your lashes at him.

“You really have to go?” You ask, as you continue to kiss down his neck.

“I should get home,” he groans.

“You’re really just goin’ home?” Your lips stop their kissing as you both stare into each others eyes. Yours darting between his with a hint of anxiousness.

He lets out a chuckle and his lips connect with yours in another kiss.

Almost promising.

“Relax LC, i promise I’m all yours,” he coos. Wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your nose quick, making you giggle.

“Just wanted to show ya’ that I don’t need anything from you - except to make you feel good.”

Your stomach warms at his words and he winks before checking his hair in the mirror, then walking out of your bathroom.

You slip back into your dress temporarily to see him out, clutching the fabric around you as he leaves through your front door this time.

Your cheeks get hot and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you walk back to the bathroom.

He had taken care of you without expecting anything in return. The whole interaction making your stomach flutter.

You slide on a long t-shirt and stare at the counter where he had just ate you out, giving you the best orgasm you’ve had from just oral.

Your eyes glance around the bathroom when you see it.

His cap on the ground where you had thrown it down.

You pick it up and immediately run out your front door and down the hall.

Not much time had passed between him leaving and you finding his cap. You smile as you hear his voice faintly ringing through the empty halls.

You slow to a walk, rounding the corner of the lobby when you hear what he’s say.

“Baby, relax - I’m on my way now… just had some shit to clear up.”

A wave of heat flushes through your body as you stand facing his back.

The sound of his cap hitting the floor grabs his attention and he spins around fast.

Your whole body goes cold and your heart feels as though it’s stopped beating. Your feet frozen in place as he mumbles into the phone.

“Shit, I gotta go,” his eyes wide and he hangs up his phone without breaking eye contact with you.

Your body is coated in goosebumps as you feel the urge to run like you did years ago. Needing to get away from him.

You turn away slowly as he lunges forward and grabs your wrist.

“LC,” he speaks but his voice is like an echo in your ears. Lost in the pressure of the tears flooding your cheeks.

You don’t respond or look at him, ripping your wrist out of his hand and speaking to him before the sob breaks you in half.

“Don’t!”

His arms fall to his sides apologetically, as you stand with your back now to him.

Your hand covering your mouth as you choke back a wail of tears.

He doesn’t get to see you like this.

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me again, I’m- I’m so done”

Your words cut into him like knives and he winces at the shaky sound of your voice.

“I never want to see you again,” are the last words you whisper to him before you’re in your apartment again. Slamming the door of your bedroom and curling onto your bed, your knees in your chest while your sob.

The voice in your head blames you for everything. Blames you for always forgiving him too quickly. For believing his fucking lies every time. For thinking he’s capable of changing his ways for you.

‘What did you expect’

‘No matter what you do, he’ll never change.’

‘It’s time to cut him loose.’

‘It’s time to let LC go, for good.’

After you’ve calmed down it’s almost 5AM.

Your eyes are puffy as you go in to the washroom to retrieve your phone.

You pull up your messages app that’s still open to the conversation with Santi.

Without overthinking about it, you finally respond to his previous message.

‘I’ll definitely say yes to a date.’

Your fingers move fast.

Deleting Frankie’s contact, conversation, and removing his socials.

You need him wiped from your entire life if this is going to work this time.

You even considered moving apartments.

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