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Build Me Up Buttercup - Chapter 4.

Summary: Reader takes care of Frankie and they go on a spontaneous date. The gang begin their trip away from Wills birthday, and it starts with a very interesting flight. (Two new members joining the mile-high club? CHECK!)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI! Do not read!!!

Warnings: Smut! 18+ as always.P&V sex, oral, male and female receiving, a little tiny bit of Dom! frankie, handjob, semi-public sex? Fluff.

Benny Miller being Benny Miller.

Word Count: 4.8K+

A/N: Ah. I love these two. Again smut isn’t great but I am working on improving. The next chapter won’t take half as long as this one did. I hope you enjoy!!

You’d spent most of the afternoon snuggled up on his couch, the oversized cushions cocooning you as you’d wrapped up in the brand-new blanket that he affectionately picked up for you a few days prior. He had purposely waited until you’d made an inevitable comment that very same day about the slight chill in the air, before reaching down to brandish it from the side of the couch. Bright yellow in colour and matching the flower after which you’d been nicknamed.

“For my buttercup” he said with a smile so bright that his gorgeous dimple made an appearance as he handed it to you.

Driving straight to his after work had become a regular thing, he’d sent a text a lunch most days to check he’d be coming home to his girl. You’d been given a spare key in ‘case of emergencies’, and more days than not; it had been the only key you’d been needing to use. And like every Friday you had finished work early enough to get back to his, and chill for a few hours before he arrived home. You’d taken the opportunity to crack open the book you bought months ago and before you knew it, you were lost consumed by it, so taken by the storyline that you didn’t hear his truck pull up or notice the door swing open and see him kick off his work boots.

He stands watching you for a few moments from the doorway, fascinated by the way the happiness spread across your face had fallen into pure despair in the span of a few seconds. He’s mesmerised by the way you are so clearly moved by the unexpected plot twist in the book, the book that you’re now clutching so tightly that he can hear the cover creak until your fingertips as you desperately searched the page for some ease.

“You okay, baby?” he says gently as he takes a few tentative steps towards you, mindful not too speak to loudly or move to quickly as you’d clearly not heard him enter the house.

You do a double take as you glanced up from your book, the sight of him standing at the edge of the sofa with the most loving concern etched across his face making your heart stutter, “Hey” you murmur back as you feel the smile reserved just for him break out across your face, “Better now you’re home”. You gesture with your finger for him to come over to you and without hesitation he does, making sure to pull you into an embrace as he whispers how much he missed you in your ear.

“Sit here, baby” you mumble as you pat to the space in between your legs, “Let me take care of you.”

He lets out an appreciative hum as he situates himself comfortably between your legs, back leaning against your front and head rested softly on your chest. He asks about your day and about work whilst flipping through the channels before settling on some random comedy show you both enjoy.

You can’t help but notice how good he smells, how good he feels, how good the feeling of his soft curls brushing against your chest is as he laughs at the tv. And it feels so good to be the one wrapping him up for a change, so much that you love this. Gosh, you want him to feel good, feel relaxed, and safe… And fuck, you want him to feel really fucking good.

You shuffle under him slightly and wrap your legs around his, leaving a line of kisses from behind his ear and across his clothed shoulder. “Baby” you whisper into his ear before gently nibbling at his earlobe, and relishing his soft moans of approval, “Will you let me take care of you?”

He mumbles something about wanting your taste in his mouth and you let out a small giggle, “That’s not me taking care of YOU now, is it?” Your hands slowly move down his chest, and you murmur sweet nothings about how good he is to you and how much you love him, and how you need to be the one to take care of him for a change.

The top of his shirt is slightly raised above the top of his jeans, exposing a thin stripe of his tummy. Your fingertips brush across it a few times as you suck soft kisses into his neck, “Can I make you feel good, Francisco?” you purr into his skin, and he gives you that yes you were so desperately hoping for.

You fumble with the top button of his jeans, popping it open as quickly as you can before unzipping them and he lifts his hips off the sofa to help you as you tug them down to his thighs. You palm his semi-hard cock through the softness of his boxers, “I love your cock” you say as your fingertips find their way to the waistband and begin to free his length, “Biggest cock I’ve ever seen… Only cock to have ever made me cum” you purr, and he moans aloud as you take hold of him in your palm tightly, feeling him harden more in your grip.

“Yeah?” he chokes out as you swipe your finger over his leaking tip and spread the bead of pre-cum down his length, “You like my cock baby?”

“Mhmmm, I love your cock, Francisco” you bring your free hand up to your mouth and lick the palm of it; coating it with saliva before dropping it down to smear his cock with the wetness. He groans underneath you and you feel every compliment you pay him go straight to his cock, making him harder and harder as you begin to pump the length of him, “Love how thick it is, so fucking thick… stretches my pussy out so good.” Your cunt clenches around nothing as the filthiest moans escape his mouth, you continue stroking his cock, alternating the pace in which you pump his shaft – building him up slowly and then beginning to increase the pace. You repeat this until he can’t help it anymore and begins to rock his hips and fuck himself up into your hand. You respond by slowing back down to drag out his release. Needing him to submit to you, needing him to relax and allow you to do the work. “I want to be the one to make you cum baby, please let me do this” you tell him with a sharp edge to your soft tone, “If you need me to go quicker or slower, just say… but you’ve got to keep still for me.”

He does as his told and relaxes above you, “Keep talking about how much you love my cock, baby” he grits out as he gets closer to his release.

“Didn’t know sex could feel so good until the first time you fucked me, Frankie, the way your cock fills me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Can feel you for days afterwards, the stretch of you and the way you make me feel so deliciously full… And I fucking love the way it twitches when it’s in my mouth. And fuck, watching you stroke yourself when you’re eating my pussy, baby, I could cum from watching that alone” the words spring free from your mouth like water dripping from a leaky faucet, and he takes pleasure from every single one.

From the way his exhales become shakier and the way his moans before more ragged you can tell he’s moments from finishing, you pull on the hem of his shirt to expose more of his tummy, “Let go, baby” you whisper into his ear and he moans your name as loudly as he can as you begin to milk him of his cum, feeling the warmth of it coat your hands and wrists and wanting to desperately bring them up to your mouth and taste him off them. You savour every moan and hum that leaves his mouth, loving the way his chest heaves up and down as he rides out his high, continuing to pump him until you’ve milked every last drop of pleasure. He looks over at your face with hooded eyes and blissed out expression across his face as you lick every part of his seed from your skin, humming at the taste of him.

“What did I do to deserve you, baby girl?” he asks as you gather the rest of his cum that landed on his tummy up with your fingertips, “My perfect girl.”

You hum out a happy little noise and bring your fingertips to his mouth, “I want you to taste how delicious you are, Francisco” you purr, and he keeps his eyes on you as he opens his mouth for you, cleaning your fingertips of him with a gentle suck.

He lays in his blissed-out state on top of you for ages, your new beloved blanket covering you both as his face nuzzles your chest. Both of you only deciding to move when you can no longer ignore the rumbles of your tummies.

“I’m taking you out” he announces as he stands up and adjusts his jeans and boxers, “Going to freshen up and then I’m taking my girl someplace nice.”

“I’m wearing my scrubs, baby” you say as you gesture at the outfit, you’d been to lazy to change out from after getting home from work.

“And you look beautiful” he says with a cheeky grin and a wink, “Get changed if you must, but you look perfect either way.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in for a kiss before bouncing down the hall to change into something more appropriate for a meal out.

The décor is stunning. The place is modern and sleek. The seating designed to be comfortable and intimate, and the restaurant offers no menus. Only serving dishes with the freshest of ingredients - the chefs plan their offerings based on what they get in each day. Sitting across from him you watch as he runs his hands through his hair, and grins broadly back across at you. “I love you” he says with an adoration that you feel run throughout your whole body, and you lean over to kiss him before telling him “I love you too” with a bright smile.

You’ve never been more in love in your life, never felt this way away anyone. You think back to the crush you had harboured on him for so long and you can’t believe that this is happening. He’s here, and he’s yours and you are his. It had been five months since he’d kindly come along with you to help as you picked out a car, the car that now has its’ own spot on his drive. Five glorious months since you’d tasted the rum & raisin ice cream you’d teased him over off of his plush lips, before your bodies had melded together and you’d become one; after a filthy little rendezvous in your new car.

The comfortable silence that you’re both sitting in makes you relax, your fingers are laced in his and you watch each other as you take sips of your drinks and wait for a server to come over and inform you of the food on offer today.

“How are you guys doing today?” A kind voice asks you both.

“Good thanks” you answer with a smile and the waiter begins to list off the surprising amount of dishes to pick from.

You both picked the burger and fries, but briefly glanced at each other with a raised eyebrow as he informed you of the ridiculously fancy extras that would be adorning the burger.

“This is gorgeous” you say as you gesture around the room, “But I’m a pretty cheap date you know? Would have been just as happy with a drive-thru burger.”

The way he laughs makes the entire world stop still every time, the raspy tone of it and the way he throws his head back makes you feel utterly entranced by him, “Well, tonight my girl deserves more than a drive-thru burger” he counters back with a wink, “And sometimes I just NEED to show her exactly what she deserves and that’s the best.”

“You’re going to make me weepy, Mr Morales” you say as you squeeze his hand three times, “I really fucking love you, Francisco. So glad my dopey brother asked you to come along with me to the dealership.”

“Confession time…” he says before biting down on his lower lip, “Technically, I offered. I heard Benny and Will discuss it earlier that evening, and I bought it up to Benny when you had snuck into the kitchen… Santi made that stupid comment about you wanting to take my clothes off and I’d uh- I’d been staring at you all night... So, I spoke to Benny, and he figured out immediately why I was asking…”

“He’s not so dopey after all” you say with a giggle, “Well, I’m glad you offered. Wouldn’t want anything any other way, my love.”

“Guess we should be thanking Pope and Benny.”

“Yeah… but not to their faces or in anyway they’d ever find out about” you say with a giggle, “But on the subject of the boys, Will is working tomorrow, so we are meeting everyone for breakfast to start planning his birthday trip.”

The rest of the evening goes by beautifully, you demolished the overpriced burger and shared dessert before walking back to his truck hand in hand and blushing at the sweet nothings mixed with utter filth he whispered in your ear.

You’d barely gotten through the front door before your dress was being ripped from your body, he wasted no time as he pulled it over your head between frantic kisses and filthy promises, throwing it to one side before lifting you up and storming towards the bedroom pressing you tighter to his chest with each step.

Your lips remained pressed to his as you work on the buttons of his shirt, rolling it off of his broad shoulders and running your fingertips across the soft golden skin. He lays you down on the edge of the bed and pulls of your panties, face diving straight into your core and licking perfectly and at your clit. Your hands find their way into his curls, and you moan his name as he alights paradise inside of you, pulling pleasure from you like it’s the one thing he was put on this world to do. You cum with a scream of his name, your thighs quiver over his shoulders as he laps up everything you gave him. Moaning in delight at the sweet tanginess of your arousal.

You sit up on your elbows as removes your legs from his shoulders and steps back. His face is glistening, the glow from the light hits the slick you coated his face in and illuminates the pure lust across his face. You clench around nothing as his pink tongue darts out of his mouth to lick across his bottom lip. “Get off of the bed, drop to your knees, pull out my cock and suck it. Now.” The sudden change in his demeanour sends a delicious shiver throughout your body, you can see the way lust has blackened his eyes and you want nothing more than to give him whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.

Pulling yourself up and off of the bed, you take slow careful steps before slinking down on to your knees, remaining in full eye contact the entire time. Your fingertips brush the soft skin just above the waistband of his jeans before you pop the button, pull down his zipper and tug down his jeans. His cock around hard and the tip weeping instantly breaks free from his lack of underwear and slaps into your cheek. “Suck it.” He orders.

You grip the bottom of his shaft with one hand and move your face forward enough to gently lick at the bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip, lapping it up before wrapping your mouth around him and taking in as much of his length as you can. You hum around him, loving the way it twitches on your tongue and you remain completely still until he barks at you to move. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly begin to bob your head up and down his cock, breathing through your nose and looking up at him through your eyelashes, anticipating the incoming throat-fucking that you fucking love. It doesn’t take long before he weaves on of his hands through your hair and grips the bottom of your neck with the other. You increase your pace, and the floodgates rip open. The filth that he spews goes directly to your pussy and you feel your bundle of nerves pulsate desperately, but you don’t dare do anything to release the tension. This is about him. Making it all about him for the second time that day, and you want nothing more than to take him apart the way he’s demanding. Finally, his hips begin to rock back and forth, his grip on your neck tightens he holds you perfectly still and in place as he fucks into your throat. Moaning your name and praising you for taking him so fucking perfectly before spilling into the back of your throat, loving the way you swallow around him as he thrusts rope after rope of cum into your mouth.

Three weeks later.

Incessant groaning, kids screaming and obnoxiously loud phone calls; the soundtrack you’re currently being subjected to. The board displaying all of the outgoing flights is constantly changing, and for the past hour you’ve been staring and hoping that the next time you see your flight flash up the dreaded ‘DELAYED’ next to it would have gone and been replaced with ‘BOARDING’.

In hindsight, you should have expected at least one hiccup on this seemingly perfectly planned surprise trip away for Wills birthday. His girlfriend had arranged a meet-up on a day he was working and managed to find a deal for all-inclusive trip to the Barbados for an incredible price. The only downside was that Tom and Molly couldn’t make the trip due to babysitting issues.

The trip was booked shortly after eating, everything going a lot simpler than anticipated and you spent the rest of the morning excitedly discussing your upcoming trip and toasting orange juice and coffee to a week in the sunshine.

But despite sitting in the airport and after watching everybody else come and go, the trip felt no closer.

You rip your eyes away from the board and glance around at your party, Frankie snoozing comfortably next to you – his beloved hat pulled down his face whilst he drifts off in peaceful slumber, Santi reading, Will whispering sweet nothings in his girlfriends’ ear whilst Benny shovels his third helping of fries down into his mouth. You roll your eyes in the direction of your clueless brother as he begins to splutter out an incoherent sentence whilst attempting to continue chewing his mouthful of potatoes.

“Dude, swallow” Pope yells at him before swatting him with his book and Benny responds by laughing so hard that he almost chokes.

Resting your head gently on your snoozing boyfriends’ shoulder, you smile at how he immediately pulls your closer to him; even when sleeping. The moment your skin is in contact with his, it’s like his senses heighten and he needs to feel you even closer. You reach your hand up and place it comfortably on his chest, taking in the rise and fall as his soft snores make their way into your ears.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, and it isn’t until the lady over the tannoy-system announces that your plane is ready for boarding that either of you move. The shrill voice confirming your flight number and destination making you both jump slightly as you sit up and study the screen.

“Let’s fucking go” Benny cheers and you turn around and apologise to the already groaning family next to him for his lack of manners around their children.

“Benjamin” you hiss as he repeats himself again, blissfully unaware of the children listening to him curse with excitement.

You sit next to Frankie and can’t hide your happiness at the empty seat next to him, meaning a whole row to yourselves, and you sit and watch as he lifts your carry-ons and stores them with ease in the overhead lockers before taking his seat next to you and reaching across to grab your hand.

“Do you like to fly?” he asks quietly as you link your fingers between his and try to get comfortable in your seat.

“Not sure” you admit with a shrug, “the taking off and landing… that makes me nervous. But, once we’re in the air, I don’t mind it.”

He hums quietly and grips your hand tighter in response, “Well if you need to you can squeeze my hand as tightly as you need baby, I can take it” he says before gently kissing your temple.

“I’d also ask if you like flying, but you’re in the wrong line of work if you don’t” you giggle, “So instead I’ll ask… do you like being flown by other people?”

The richness of his laugh never fails to floor you, the deep baritone in which he speaks somehow seeps into it so flawlessly that you feel it penetrate your chest in the most delicious way.

“No, it wouldn’t be a good career for someone who doesn’t like to fly, baby. And I don’t mind it, I mean in the helicopter – sure I’d rather be in control; but flying planes like this? Nah. I’d rather be a passenger.”

“Can you though?” you ask with a confused look across your face, “Can you fly planes like this?”

“Yes, I can fly commercial planes” he answers with a smile, “I uh, was actually going to suggest taking you up in a helicopter one day. But I wouldn’t want you to be-“

You cut him off and the shriek of excitement that spills from your mouth is heard across the plane, “Yes. Oh my god. Yes.” You lean closer to his ear, “Fuck, I bet you look so fucking sexy when you’re all in control.”

“Let’s not pretend, you’re not used to seeing me in control” he whispers back with a grin.

You fight back a moan as you think back to the way he took you before you left for the airport, coming up behind you in the bathroom as you washed your face. His fingers cupped your sex, and he slowly ran them between your folds, cursing at how wet you were before ripping the towel you were draped in off your body and sinking himself into you. His hand wrapped around your throat, and he angled your face, so you were watching as he took you. Muttering endlessly about how you were getting a look at the gorgeous view he gets every time he makes you come, and how fucking beautiful you are, and then demanding you continued to watch your face as he filled you with the cum that you can still feel dripping into your panties.

“Francisco…” you mumbled as he pulled you in for a quick kiss, “You’re going to be the death of me, sweet boy.”

He shakes his head with his face still close enough to yours that his nose bumps into yours.

The seatbelt sign lights up indicating it’s time to buckle up, and you watch as the stewardesses check everyone’s strapped in and the lockers are closed before they begin their safety demonstration.

Before you know it, the plane is ploughing down the runway and your gripping onto Frankie’s hand for dear life, his lips next to your ear and he calms you with the sweetest nothings and promises about your trip; promises that you know he has every intention of keeping.

“I have a surprise for you when we get to the hotel” he admits with a shy smile across his cheeks; the plane now cruising at its intended altitude.

“Yeah? What is it?” you ask with a giggle, “What did you do, Mr. Morales.”

“You’ll see, sweet girl” he says as his lips crash against yours, you kiss back with the same intensity, completely forgetting about the people surrounding you. Cupping his cheeks and rubbing little circles into the soft skin as he sucks your lower lip into mouth. “Fuck” he mumbles into your mouth as quietly as he can before shifting in his seat, clearly seeking a way to hide his growing excitement.

You bite down on your lip as an idea pops up in your head. An idea that you doubt any other person would invoke in you.

Fuck it you think as you whisper into his ear, “Have you… Have you ever…?”

“Have I ever what, baby?” he whispers back.

“You know? Joined the mile high club” you mumble back as a wave of embarrassment floods through you.

He chuckles and brushes his fingertips against your cheeks, before shaking his head, “Can’t say I have sweetheart.”

A wave of surprise floods you and you decide to take advantage of the now turned off seatbelt sign. You unbuckle yourself and press a swift kiss on his lips; “Meet me in two minutes, knock lightly two times so I know it’s you” you say with a wink.

You squeeze past him and make a beeline towards the bathrooms, shutting the door behind you and locking it. Feeling glad you pulled on your favourite sundress that morning. You hike up your dress and pull down your panties, bunching them up in your hands before you hear a few small knocks on the door.

You unlock the door, and he quickly steps in beside of you and you place your scrunched up panties into his hands, and he growls out loud in anticipation before ordering you to turn around. “Filthy, filthy, girl” he groans into the back of your head before reaching up and pulling down your dress and squeezing your breasts through the thin lacey material of your bra. “You ready for my cock, baby? I bet you are. Always so fucking wet for me, angel. Always so fucking ready to take me” he whispers.

Your hands grip his as he continues to roughly palm at your tits, and he starts to rub his hardened cock against your ass, “Fuck me” you whisper, “Fuck me, Frankie.”

“Yeah, baby? Keep begging” he orders as his hands dip down to the hem of your dress and he pulls it up over your stomach and reaches down to rub circles across your needy clit, “So fucking wet, sweet girl… Can’t wait to lay you down and eat this pretty pussy in our hotel room” he growls into your ear.

“Oh. Francisco. Fuck. Please, fuck me” you beg, not wanting to just cum on his fingers.

In one clean sweep he’s freeing his cock from his pants and sheathing himself into you, “We’ve gotta be quick here, baby” he grunts out as you clench around him, your elbows resting on the tiny sink basin as he begins thrusting into you. His hand still perfectly teasing your clit, rubbing perfect circles on to it as your walls flutter around his cock. His other hand coming up to stifle the moans parting from your lips.

His pace becomes relentless as he works you closer to your peak, ready to feel you come apart on his throbbing cock, “Going to fill this pretty cunt up again. Going to fuck my cum so deep into you baby” he grits out into your ears, “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you princess? Let’s make it a good one.”

He keeps whispering filth into your ears as you reach your peak around him, his thick cock rubbing against that spongey spot deep inside of you with ease, “Cum for me” he demands and just like that you being to fall apart, whimpering his name the entire time.

“Good girl” he grits, “Let me fill you up, sweet girl.” He picks up his thrusts as he snakes an arm around your stomach to hold on to you, fucking you harder and harder until his movements start to falter, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby” and you moan as thick ropes coat your walls, each thrust filling you more and more as he continues whispering filth into your ears.

Pulling out of you, you feel a thick finger press against your entrance, pushing a glob of cum back inside of you before helping you back into your panties.

“I fucking love you, buttercup” he says as you bite on your lip to hold back a giggle.

“I love you, Catfish” you reply as kiss the tip of his nose, “I guess I should leave first.”

He nods and you scoot out past him, squeezing his hand on the way out.

Sinking back down into your seat and fastening your seatbelt you can’t help but think that despite the airport mishaps… the start of this vacation? Already fucking perfect.

And unbeknownst to you; the surprises your boyfriend has in store is going to make it all the better.

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