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Parents to Lovers Masterlist
Status: Ongoing
These can all be read as stand alone one shots, they are listed here chronologically but posting wise it’s random. ❤️
Paint with Me: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.
Friday Night: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Play Date Hookup: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy. ✨NEW✨
Between Us: You and Frankie are dating but keeping it a secret from your daughters.
Goober: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Aww yay! Look out for more of them cause the brain is doing things! ❤️
Parents to Lovers Masterlist
These are all stand alone one shots, there is no specific order. Only thing they have in common is it’s the same universe ❤️
Paint with Me(Goofy, suggestive)
Friday Night(goofy, splash of smut, fluffy)
Between Us(Goofy, smutty, fluffy)
I’m so happy to hear that! 😍 Thank you so much! I love writing this little family! ❤️❤️❤️
Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
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Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
You’re too kind cause I need all the help! 🤣❤️😘
Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
I’m so glad you liked it!!!! 😍😍😍
Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
They deserved a dog! 🥰
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics
“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
I’m so glad you’re loving this unintentional series! ❤️
Parents to Lovers Masterlist
Status: Ongoing
These are all stand alone one shots, there is no specific order. Only thing they have in common is it’s the same universe ❤️
Paint with Me: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.
Friday Night: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Play Date Hookup: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Between Us: You and Frankie are dating but keeping it a secret from your daughters.
Goober: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Poor Frankie, just trying to give his lady what she asked for 😂🤣
Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics
“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
Aww! Thank you! They definitely have a special place in my heart as well ❤️
Parents to Lovers Masterlist
Status: Ongoing
These are all stand alone one shots, they are listed here chronologically but posting wise it’s random. ❤️
Paint with Me: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.
Friday Night: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Play Date Hookup: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy. ✨NEW✨
Between Us: You and Frankie are dating but keeping it a secret from your daughters.
Goober: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
So does reader! 😂🤣❤️ Glad you enjoyed babe! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics
“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
Awww! I’m glad you found it again! ❤️
Parents to Lovers Masterlist
Status: Ongoing
These can all be read as stand alone one shots, they are listed here chronologically but posting wise it’s random. ❤️
Paint with Me: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.
Friday Night: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Play Date Hookup: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy. ✨NEW✨
Between Us: You and Frankie are dating but keeping it a secret from your daughters.
Goober: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
I asked one of my best friends, @jay-zzle, if she would make a moodboard for the entire series of Parents to Lovers.
Ya’ll, each and every time she blows my fucking mind with the moodboards she makes!!!! 😍😍😍
I always love your reblogs! They always make me smile so much ❤️ I’m so glad you liked this part!
Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics
“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
Awww thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Your tags have me cracking up! 🤣
Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics
“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
I have been informed by our beloved moot @whocaresstillthelouvre that you’re maybe doing something I might be interested in?????
Ah yes 😍 I too was very intrigued by that prompt and it got the brain thinking.
I can’t think of anyone better than that adorable little shit Nora from Parents to Lovers to help Frankie not be scared!
