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Frankie Morales x f!reader | 18+ minors DNI | 2.2k words | ao3

a/n: look, I saw this picture of pedro in grey sweatpants and my brain said "that's frankie morales" and then I wrote this. the end. (stop at '...' to skip the smut.) summary: Frankie welcomes you home and takes care of you after a long day. and then he takes care of you, if you know what I mean. warnings: fluff, reader has a bad day and frankie comforts you, kissing, touching, food, softness, pet names (baby, hermosa, tesoro), and then smut (start marked with ...), kissing, a bit of groping, grinding, p in v sex, riding, dirty talk, no use of y/n, reader has no description other than having a vagina and wearing clothes, no mention of breasts

You’ve had a long day – one of those where everything that can go wrong does, just a hundred small problems in a row that add up to you, so tired of thinking and talking and being on, sitting silently in your car in your driveway. Willing yourself to move and go inside.

You don’t know how long you sit there, engine off, unmoving, but it must have been too long. Your attention is caught by the front door opening. Frankie steps through and closes it behind him softly. He leans back against it, arms crossed, eyes on you.

He looks good. He looks like everything you need in this moment – comfort and warmth and care. Soft, in his sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. Like home. You suddenly feel a tightness in your chest and a lump in your throat. Your next breath shudders in your chest.

Frankie must see it, or he just knows you that well, because his brow furrows as he pushes off the door and walks towards you. Your eyes stay locked on him as he rounds the front of your car and stops at your door, opening it slowly.

“Baby.” He reaches towards you, one hand landing on your thigh, the other cupping your face. “What can I do?”

You turn your face into his palm and your breath hitches. The tears that threatened just a moment ago burn at the back of your eyes.

“Breathe, tesoro.” He wraps his left arm around your waist, turning you to face him as he steps between your legs. “Bad day?” You nod and let him pull you forward until your face is tucked into his neck. He rubs your back with his left hand, soothing it down your spine.

“Wanna talk about it?” You shake your head without moving it from his neck. “Alright.” He pulls you into a tight hug. “What do you think – food first, or bath?”

You pull back and let your eyes meet his, and then wander over his face. He smiles at you a little, steady under your gaze. This man, you think. This man, who knows exactly what you need in this moment. Who knows just how to take care of you.

“I love you.” You’re so close you get to see the joy take over his expression and you track it across his face. His smile widens as his eyes crinkle. He always reacts like he’s hearing it for the first time. “I love you too, baby.” He leans in to kiss you softly, just a greeting, welcoming you home. “So, what do you think?”

“Food,” you decide, kissing him again. Frankie hums into your mouth and then nods. “Ok, hermosa. Come on.” He pulls you out of the car, letting your feet fall slowly to the ground, one arm hooking around your waist as he pushes the door shut behind you. He nudges you towards the front door and moves to grab your bag off the passenger seat.

Inside, Frankie tells you to go get comfy while he sets the table. But first he kisses you again, reeling you in before he lets you continue down the hall. You smile. You’re already feeling warmer, more present, like yourself again, after just five minutes with him in the driveway.

You find your comfiest clothes and change quickly before heading back towards the kitchen, where you find Frankie plating your dinner. His sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, and you just take a moment to appreciate the view.

He turns, both plates in hand, and catches you leaning against the door frame with your gaze lowered. When you meet his eyes he’s grinning at you. “See something you like?”

You smile in response, unashamed to be caught checking out your boyfriend. “Can you blame me? There’s a handsome man in my kitchen who’s about to feed me.” Frankie ducks his head, awkward as always in the face of praise, but he’s still smiling. “Come on, tesoro, let’s eat.”

You sit, and sink into the comfort that is being at home with Frankie. The food is delicious, of course, and you tell him so, and he smiles and ducks his head again. Over dinner he tells you about how his trainees are doing at the airfield, and how one of them is almost ready for her first solo piloting job. You can see his pride and excitement for his students in his eyes. When he looks up, he finds you gazing at him as you listen, chin in your hand, food forgotten. He laughs and nudges your hand towards your fork again.

After you’re both finished Frankie moves to clean up the dishes, but you grab his hands and start to walk backwards towards the couch. He smiles and lets himself be led. Once you get there, though, he spins you, falling back onto the couch first and pulling you into his lap. You go happily.

He pulls you in, and you tuck your head into his shoulder, face against his neck. He hums.

“Feeling better, tesoro?” You nod in response. “Want to watch anything?” You shake your head. He laughs, softly. “Want me to talk?”

You pull your head up this time, and meet his eyes. He’s smiling at you, so soft, so handsome. You can't help yourself.

You lean in to kiss him, and it’s slow and soft. Saying hello, and I love you, and I’m so happy to come home to you with the gentle press of your lips.

It stays like that until both you and Frankie, like you’re in each others heads, move at the same – you shift your weight to get closer, he smooths his hands across your hips. Something about the movement takes the kiss from soft to intense. You fall into him, letting Frankie sweep you away.

…

His sudden strong grip on your thigh distracts you and you inhale sharply as you pull back. You realize at some point in the last few minutes you’ve moved to straddle his lap. He takes advantage of the opening and tucks his face into your neck, pressing kisses down your shoulder.

“This what you want, baby?” His voice is deep, heavy with arousal, and it sends a shiver across your shoulders. He notices. “Yeah?” You nod, and he pulls your hips closer to his own. You feel him, then, his cock hot and thick against you. Your breath catches as he grins. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

You move into a natural rhythm against him, grinding down to meet his thrusts as you fall back into his kiss. His sweatpants are so thin it’s almost like there’s nothing between you and his cock and you can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your spine. “Frankie, I–” You gasp at the feeling of his cock nestling inside your pussy through the layers of your clothing. You’re so wet you’re sure it’s leaving a dark stain on his pants.

He lets out a short, deep moan. “Tell me, tesoro. Tell me what you want.”

“Pants, Frankie.” You sigh as you grind against him again. “N- no pants.”

He huffs a laugh, and moves to do your bidding. In a flash your own soft pants and underwear are gone, and his sweatpants are shoved down his legs. You realize as he does so that he isn’t wearing briefs. You lick across your bottom lip as his cock springs free from the sweatpants, and he watches your reaction, grinning.

Almost without warning, he pulls you forward again, and this time you groan in unison. His cock nestles right into your pussy, head warm and firm against your clit. He thrusts and you’re so wet the slide of him against you is smooth as silk. You can’t help but grind down, chasing the high you were so close to a minute ago, but it’s not enough. “More, Frankie, I want-” you suck in a breath as he hits your clit just right. “Frankie, please fuck me, baby.”

It’s his turn to lose his breath as he pulls you into a searing kiss. His right hand holds your head in place, firm around the back of your neck, as his left adjusts your hips to move you into position. You lift up and somehow you both get it just right, so that you barely have to move at all before the head of his cock notches right where you want it. Where you need it.

Your hands slide up his arms and neck and into his hair, and you open your mouth to his kiss as you sink slowly down onto his cock. He moans, but you keep your mouth on his until you’re seated, until you’re full. With Frankie you’re always so full.

You both take a moment to breathe, to revel in the feeling. He smooths his hands around your waist and suddenly pulls you even closer, tilting your hips forward just enough to feel him slide a little bit deeper. The noise you make is so pleased, so satisfied, that he grins. “That’s right, baby, you like that? Hmm? Like how I fill you up?” You nod, speechless. “Yeah, you do. Look at you. You were made to take this cock, tesoro.” You sigh at the idea and grind your hips down. “Just like this cock was made to fill this pussy.”

With that, Frankie starts to move. Slow, at first, with long, smooth strokes, lifting you up by the hips before guiding you smoothly back down. You let him take the lead, lifting yourself up when he wants you to and falling slowly back down. You're starting to lose yourself in it, eyes closed, head thrown back, when he pulls you forward and brings his lips to your ear.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He presses a kiss behind your ear. “‘s nothing better than this, than you, tight around my cock, warm and wet and p- perfect.” His soft words, almost whispered in your ear, make you start to move your hips faster. But he holds you at that pace – slow and maddening. “You were made for this, tesoro. We were made for this. Look at how we fit together.” His right hand comes up and guides you to look down at where his cock is sinking inside you. A high pitched noise, thin and long and breathy, escapes you without conscious thought. “So fucking beautiful, the way you sit on this cock, baby. Never seen anything like it.”

Finally, finally, Frankie starts to speed up. But you’re already there, heat shimmering up your spine, sparks at the edge of your vision. Every thrust pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Frankie, I-”

“I know, hermosa. I can feel it.” His next thrust is sharp as he pulls you down onto his cock. You moan again. He hits a rhythm that drives every single thought out of your mind, like there’s nothing left of you but where you and Frankie come together. Only this. “Let go, baby. Let me see it. Let me feel it. I need to see it, tesoro, show me how you come. Come for me. Right now. Now, baby.”

When he says it, when he tells you to come now, he pulls you close and grinds into you on a thrust that hits you just right. His fingers squeeze at your ass and he bites lightly at your neck.

And you do.

It’s like lightning running up and down your spine, like fireworks behind your eyes. You know you cry out, maybe in words, maybe not, but you can’t hear it. You can’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears and Frankie’s voice and the way he told you to come, right now, now baby, because he needs it. Needs you.

You open your eyes and catch the exact moment his own orgasm takes him – it’s beautiful, like he always is. Eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open around your name. His neck is long, his hair wild from where you’ve been running your hands through it. He looks undone. You know you do, too.

You lean forward and let your forehead rest on his as you both catch your breath, chests heaving. You realize you both still have your shirts on and for some reason this makes you giggle. Once you start, you can’t stop, and you hide your face in Frankie’s neck, sinking down into the warmth of his chest.

“What’s so funny, hmm?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he rubs his hands up and down your back. “What’re you laughing at, hermosa?”

“No- nothing, Frankie, just realized we’re both still mostly dressed, and I didn’t even notice.” He huffs a laugh in response. “Guess we were too caught up.”

You smile, and tilt your hips a bit. The sensation is almost too much, and you can see the same feeling on Frankie’s face.

He reaches up to cup your face in both of his hands. “Ready for bed, tesoro?” You consider it, and realize yeah, you are. You feel good, now, so much better than when you got home, and then Frankie fed you and held you and tired you out. You might actually fall asleep without your horrible day following you into your dreams. You smile.

“Yeah, Frankie. Take me to bed.”

He does.

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a/n: this is my first Frankie fic, I am dying to know what you think. I hope you liked it!

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