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So this is the original look for Pedro at the met and…

There’s a septum AND bridge piercing there. Now I understand why he didn’t get them, he can do what he wants however I just wanted to see what they looked like.

So I did a quick edit to that one photo of him tying his tie with the lip ring and messy hair 😩😩

Pedrito and his secret nicknames <3

(sorry the second video is the same quality as my relationship with my father)

Stoooop 🫠

Imagine

He looks at you like that because you didn't give him a hug.

He’s giving that smirk a lot lately 🥵🫠

Tim, on duty. Off duty. 🖤

Yes!! 🙌🏼 please let this be the case. I can’t watch another Pedro death

in my delulu head, gladiator 2 goes like this:

Marcus comes back from war a hero, ready to bask in glory and retire.

But mean emperors make him fight more, sacrifice more lives.

Lucius blames Marcus for this. For reasons.

And he wants to fight Marcus one on one. Mean emperors are happy to oblige, serving him up on a platter, hoping they’ll eliminate each other like in the first movie.

BUT

Once they’re in the colosseum and they’ve snarled and taken a few chunks out of each other, Marcus and Lucius both stop and look at each other all “lol what are we doing?! They’re the mean ones!”

And then they team up and take down the emperors.

And skip off into the sunset.

The end.

Karma 

Frankie Morales fanfiction x f! reader pov 

Summary: Triple Frontier guys attend a night club to see a band that isn’t typically their style. Frankie seeks solitude at the bar but becomes entranced by a mysterious stranger on the stool next to him. 

No mention of the events of Triple Frontier, character based only. 

Rating: 18+, minors DNI 

Warning: smut, p in v, oral m receiving, alcohol consumption, talks of anxiety, mental health and therapy (we love a king that goes to therapy) 

Word count: 8600+ 

Loud rock music sounded in the club as Frankie, Santiago, Benny, and Will squeezed between the crowd of people to find a tall table to lean against. The floor was sticky, and the music was so loud they had to all but yell at each other to talk. There were lights flashing everywhere to go along with the music the band on the stage was playing. There was a dance floor where a mosh pit of customers collected to head bang to the heavy metal music the band was currently playing. Frankie looked around feeling completely out of place from the small-town tavern he was used to.  

“This place is fucking nuts.” Will shouted at the group.  

They all nodded I agreement, trying not to talk if they didn’t have to in order to save their lungs the exhaustion. They would normally never come to a place like this, but Benny wanted to see the main band that was going to be on stage shortly because the drummer was a buddy of his at the gym. The rest of the group obliged as he had promised to buy a couple rounds and of course they didn’t have much better to do that night. Frankie was soon regretting his slow social life as he would definitely prefer to be anywhere he wasn’t getting shoved up against as people moved past him.  

Frankie leaned into the group, “What’s this band called anyway?” 

“Karma and the Catastrophes!” Benny shouted back at him.  

Santiago interjected, “Where are those beers you promised us? Definitely gonna need it with this crowd.” 

Benny reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills, “Can one of you get them I’m gonna go see if my buddy is backstage before he goes on.” 

Frankie reached over and snagged the money out of his hands. “I’ll go, it looks a bit quieter over there.” 

They all nodded as Frankie broke from the group and made his way to the back of the building where the bar was nestled. He noticed a considerable difference in the noise once he got back there and there were less people as most of the crowd was still enjoying the current band.  

He leaned into the bar and got the attention of the bartender, signaling for four beers with his hand. He looked over to his right and noticed you sitting on the stool beside him with a glass of water. He was taken aback by your beauty. You were wearing a black tank top and ripped black jeans with leather boots. Your arms were adorned with various traditional Sailor Jerry tattoos.  

He didn’t have much luck talking to women, but he couldn’t ignore the way his heart skipped a beat the second he saw you. He leaned in and said hi shyly.  

You turned your head towards him, “Hey.” You smiled.  

He drummed his hands for a beat on the bar before the bartender brought the beers back and he handed him the bills.  

“This place gets pretty crazy huh?” he asked, trying his best to make conversation.  

“Yeah, I don’t mind it though. I like the energy.” You responded, eyeing him up and down. He had a rough looking baseball hat and stretched grey T-shirt with jeans on. You could see a chain hanging underneath the v line of the shirt and assumed it was dog tags considering there is an army base on the other side of town. Military guys didn’t typically like your exciting lifestyle, but this one seemed harmless enough to at least flirt with.  

“You come here often?” You asked, turning to him in your seat.  

He grinned at you sheepishly, “Isn’t that my line?”  

You smiled up at him, “Well I guess I’m better at this than you are.”  

He nodded, “Yeah, I’d say you probably are. I’m a bit out of practice.”  

“Don’t worry you’re doing fine. What’s your name?” You winked with a devilish grin. 

“Frankie, and yours?” he asked, reaching out his hand.  

You gave him your name with a shake of his hand. 

He repeated it and immediately felt the noise of the crowd lesson. Suddenly it was just he and you and the beers that were slowly warming on the bar top. 

“So, what do I say now since you’re so much better at this than I am?” He leaned in and you could feel his breathing against your cheek. The closer he got you could almost see your reflection in his deep brown eyes. 

“Hmm, you should probably start with some cheesy pick-up line.” You replied, keeping your tone light, and popping your eye brows up and down. 

Frankie thought for a second, “Oh so I should say something like; you should feel my shirt.”  

You looked at him puzzled for a second, but obliged and reached your hand up to run the material on his arm between your fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin as you did so. The fabric was so tight on his flexing arms you had to do your best to not skip a breath. 

“Know what’s that’s made of?” he asked, slightly giggling to himself.  

You shook your head and pulled your hand back to rest on your lap.  

“Boyfriend material.” He said with a wink.   

Your face went red, and a laugh came tumbling out as you swatted him playfully. He joined in on your laughter and covered his face with his hand.  

“Wow, if that’s you out of practice you must be just swimming in women on a good day.” You jousted back at him.  

Frankie shifted and leaned with his back on the bar. “If my friends ever found out I said that they would never let me live it down.” He smiled at you, one of those big dork smiles that always made you melt.  

“Oh, I will absolutely tell your friends when I meet them.” You grinned at him. 

He nodded back at the bar, “Can I get you a drink?” He asked.  

You were suddenly very aware of what the night was to bring, you weren’t exactly in the bar for a social visit. “No, I’m sorry I’m uh- working tonight so I need to stay sober.”  

“Oh, are you working here? Like your shift hasn’t started yet?” he asked intently.  

You nodded, “Uh yeah something like that. Hey, Frankie I should really get going but can I find you before the end of the night?” You asked as you climbed off the bar stool and nodded at the bartender as he took your glass away.  

He stood up straight, “Yeah that’d be great, I’ll see you later.” He smiled as you retreated through the crowd. He watched as you left, replaying your conversation back in his head as he finally turned his attention to the beers he was supposed to be bringing to his friends.  

Frankie grabbed the four bottles in his hands and held them high enough as he walked through the crowd that he wouldn’t get them spilled by some drunk idiot getting too rowdy. The first band had seemingly ended during your conversation, so the room was now filled with the sound of voices from the customers. He set the beers down on the table when he finally rejoined his friends. Benny had also returned before he did.  

Will reached for his drink, “Geeze took you long enough Fish. Get lost back there?” He asked.  

Frankie took a sip from his beer and leaned with his forearms crossed on the table. “Actually, I was busy talking to a very pretty girl I met at the bar thank you very much. Now drink your piss warm beer.”  

Santiagos interest was suddenly peaked, “A girl? Really? Frankie Morales actually spoke to a living, breathing woman?” His eyes widened with his sarcastic tone. 

Frankie rolled his eyes, “Yeah I did, Pope.” 

Santiago pressed on, “Well, come on now. Tell us all about this totally real girl.” He put quotations around real girl to prove his point that he didn’t entirely believe his friend who has always been the worst at picking up woman. Normally needing to send Will or Santiago in first to act as a wing man. He never used Benny anymore. Benny gave off too much of a golden retriever vibe and women instantly wanted to keep him.  

“If you must know she is beautiful and funny and,” His voice trailed off as his attention was caught by the stage. You were walking out onto it with the rest of the band and situating yourself in front of the microphone in the middle of the stage. “Right there.” he said inquisitively.  

“Hey Houston, are you ready to rock tonight?” You shouted into the microphone and were met with a roar from the crowd.  

“What do you mean right there?” Santiago leaned in; Frankie still unable to take his eyes off you.  

He stuttered, “She’s, right there that’s her on the stage.”  

Benny yelled back at him, raising his voice now that the instruments had started up again. “Who, Karma?” 

“What?” Frankie asked, confused by the name. 

“Karma, the lead singer.” He replied.  

Frankie turned his face back to the group, “Well, that’s not the name she told me.” He scratched his chin as he knew he heard your name right.  

Will spoke up, “That’s probably just a stage name for band.”  

Frankie nodded, realizing he must be right.  

“So, you’re telling me you just picked up the lead singer from the band tonight?” Santiago asked, even more skeptical.  

Frankie hummed to himself, realizing he didn’t actually pick you up. He was so dumbfounded by the conversation that he hadn’t even asked for your number. “We had a great talk and she said she would come find me before the end of the night.” He looked down, slightly dampened by the fact that you may have just been being nice and you might not actually find him.  

The show wore on and he was amazed by your talent and charisma. You enveloped the stage with your big personality and had an amazing voice to boot. The guys all watched on and nodded their heads along with the rock music. Frankie was falling even more for you, watching your body as you danced along to the music in your tight black outfit. He grew a bit of jealously at the men gawking at you on the dance floor but held his head a bit higher knowing he was the one you were flirting with earlier.  

You finally ended the show with a big thank you to the crowd. The guys all clapped their hands and whooped along with the rest of the club. He watched as you collected your things on stage and disappeared behind the curtain. Frankie turned his attention back to the group.  

Santiago said, “Wow, they were really good. Not totally regretting the hearing aides I’m gonna have to get after tonight.”  

Ben patted Frankie on the back, “So you gonna try to find Karma before she leaves?” 

Frankie looked flustered, “I don’t know man did you see her up there? She’s this beautiful, fun, rock star and I’m well. Not that.” He sipped his beer and looked down, unsure of himself.  

The guys all looked to each other with empathy, their friend never had the confidence they had. Santiago conceded in an effort to make Frankie feel better. “Oh, come on man, she’d be lucky to have you. I’m sure she’ll find you before the end of the night.” 

You finished packing up for the night and said goodbye to the band and crew. Except for the guitarist who drove the equipment van and was your ride home. You promised him you wouldn’t be too long, you just had one thing you needed to do before heading out. You were adamant about finding Frankie before the place closed down for the night. You had to move quickly though, as your cool down took longer than you thought it would.  

The crowd was still bustling as you made your way out of the backstage area. Fans cheered for you as you walked by and you smiled at them, trying to scan the crowd for the baseball hat you had seen earlier. Luckily that wasn’t really the look for this kind of crowd so you were hoping he would stick out fairly easily. Just as you were about to give up, you found yourself on the far-left side of the venue and caught sight of a silver chain poking out of the top of a grey T-shirt. You were elated that you had finally found him and pushed yourself through the crowd to tap him on his shoulder. He turned and his eyes went wide at the sight of you standing in front of him.  

“Hey!” He gasped.  

You bit your lip, slightly nervous. “Did you enjoy the show?”  

“Yeah, I did you were awesome!” He said, “I’m so sorry I had no idea who you were when I was talking to you earlier.” 

You smiled back at him “That’s okay, it was a nice talk. I’m glad you didn’t know. Guys tend to act a little differently when they know I’m headlining. They get a bit of a complex about if they can get me home that night.” You answered honestly. 

Frankie nodded; he definitely did not want to be thought of as one of those guys, so he knew he had to play it right. “Well, I really liked talking to you too.”  

Your heart fluttered, he seemed so nice. You didn’t normally have a connection with the guys you met at your shows, but there was something about him that made you want to see him again. “Um, Frankie, I’m glad I caught you and I know I’ve already done this once tonight, but my ride is waiting for me, so I have to get going. Could I give you my number?” 

His mouth gapped, “Yeah, yes that’d be great thanks.” He dug into his pocket to pull his phone out and give it to you.  

You took it from him, after entering your name and number you handed it back to him and motioned you were leaving.  

He nodded goodbye and then thought for a second, “Hey, wait! What do I call you?”  

You winked back at him at him and pointed to his phone before slipping through the crowd. 

Frankie looked down at the contact you had just created on his phone.  

Karma ;)

He looked back up and you were gone, he felt like all the air in his lungs had disappeared in an instant.  

The next morning, you were moving about your kitchen with a spring in your step. You were so used to the punk, tattoo covered guys that frequented your shop and shows, so Frankie seemed like such a breath of fresh air. He was so innocent and spirited. You couldn’t help but check your phone on the kitchen island as you made your brunch. Hoping a text would pop up and you would get to see him again. He didn’t seem the type to take a girl’s number and ghost her, and he definitely didn’t seem like the kind to wait the typical three days before texting a girl to not come off as eager. No, Frankie was different, and you could tell right away. The way his smile was so big when he laughed and he snorted a bit. The way he leaned in to talk to you with so much respect and ensuring not to touch you even once before you’ve shown real interest. The steam coming off the stove top finally snapped you out of your trance. You carefully finished your omelet and settled onto the couch with your coffee to continue your annual binge of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  

Meanwhile, across town, Frankie was doing his own daydreaming about the night before. He sat on the couch with his phone flipping up and down in his hands as he rested his head on the back of the sofa. He let out an agonizing moan as he continued to think about what to do next. He hadn’t felt this lovesick in forever, and you seemed so confident, so he didn’t want to mess it up and scare you off.  

Santiago rounded the couch and sat down on the opposite end. “You gotta calm down man it’s just a text.” He sipped from his coffee and turned on the tv to find a sports channel to play in the background.  

Frankie squeezed his eyes shut, “It’s not just a text, you’ve said it yourself man.” He propped himself up straighter on the couch, “I’m shit at talking to women. I know I’ve only talked to her for like, five minutes but I like her. I don’t wanna screw it up before it even starts.” 

His friend shook his head, “Look man, she could had gone home with probably a dozen guys last night but instead she found you. Asked to give you her number and then went home. She obviously likes you too. Just be yourself and it’ll be fine.” 

Frankies head spun, he knew Santiago must be right, but it was so hard to trust the process. Be myself, he thought to himself. What would Frankie do if he really liked a girl and wanted to see her again. He’d probably call her if he was being honest with himself. However, that seemed so old fashion, and you were a rock star with tattoos and a confidence that would shake the ground. Would you like old fashioned? Or would it be annoying? He figured there was no time like the present to find out.  

He stood up and patted his friend on the shoulder as he made his way to his room for some privacy, closing the door behind him as paced in his room for a minute before finally dialing the phone. He stood with his hand on his hip and bit his lip waiting for the call to connect. 

You had finished your meal and were scrolling on your phone as the show played in the background when it suddenly started ringing. It startled you so much the phone nearly flung out of your hands as you tried to calm yourself. An unknown number, but definitely local based on the area code. You don’t normally answer calls right away, preferring to send it to voicemail and then call the person back if needed, but something about the timing of this call peaked your interest so you decided to answer it on speaker.  

“Hello?” you said, holding the phone just below your mouth with a curious look on your face. 

“Hey, uh- it’s Frankie.”  

Your mouth gapped, you couldn’t believe he was calling you so soon. It made your head spin at his forwardness, but your heart flutter at how old-fashioned he seemed to be. 

“Hey Frankie, what’s up?” You asked. “What’s up” you thought to yourself. What are you seventeen? You rubbed your palm on your forehead. 

“Oh, nothing just at home. I hope I’m not calling too early I’m sure you had a late-night.” 

“No, no it’s fine I’ve been up for an hour now.” 

“Good, good. So, I hope I’m not being to forward but I was uh- wondering if you would be interested in going out sometime?” 

You bit your nail in your nervousness, “Yeah I would love that.” 

“Great, what are you doing tonight?” 

“Nothing, tonight would be perfect actually. This is one of the only Saturdays this month I don’t have a show.” 

“Oh perfect, uh- do you want to go for drinks or dinner or,” 

“Uh- drinks and some appetizers would be good if you want?” You held your breath.  

“Yeah, that sounds great, how about I pick you up at 8?” 

“Okay, I’ll text you my address.” You replied.  

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tonight.” 

You grinned to yourself, “Okay, bye Frankie.” 

“Looking forward to it, bye K-, uh, what do you actually want me to call you?” 

“Oh, yeah you can call me Karma. Kind of a nickname, I think there’s only like, four people that call me by my other name.” You scratched your head, hoping he wouldn’t think your sultry nickname was a red flag.  

“Oh okay, cool. Well than, bye Karma.” 

“Bye.” You said as you clicked the phone off.  

You rocked your head back against the top of the couch and then looked down at the time. You had nothing else planned for the rest of the day other than tidy up the shop and apparently figure out what to wear tonight. He obviously liked your edgy style as he had seen what you were wearing the night before, but a part of you wanted to mix it up a bit and give this old-fashioned guy a treat.  

You got up and immediately ran to your closet, throwing dresses and rompers and shirts all over your room. Trying to find the perfect ensemble to hypnotize your new gentleman friend when your eyes locked onto something in the far back corner of your closet.  

Frankie returned to the living room, grinning at his phone as he sat back down on the couch and looked up at the tv, not saying anything to his friend who was looking at him with squinted eyes.  

“What’s that face all about?” Santiago asked.  

Frankie leaned forward to slide his phone into his back pocket. “Just got off the phone with Karma, we’re going out tonight.” He looked over at his friend with a sly smile on his face.  

Santiago tapped his hand on Frankie’s chest, “Well hot damn, look at you go. Wait did you call her?” he asked, puzzled. 

“Yeah, you told me to be myself and that’s what I wanted to do.” He shrugged.  

“Huh, well more power to you. I like this confident Frankie. Where are you gonna take her?” 

Frankie thought for a second, he would very much like something quiet considering his ears are still ringing from last night, “I think that one pub downtown by the Walgreens is nice and quiet?” He chewed the inside of his cheek as he considered a few other options. Ultimately deciding to just go with that place as it isn’t nearly as busy as some of the other options around town. 

He waited patiently for your address, which you texted to him around dinner time. His face lit up when your name came across the screen with the wink emoji.  

It was 7:55pm when Frankie rolled up outside your house. He looked up at the sign on the front, “Karmas Chaos”. He figured you must run a business out of your house and wondered what it was. He got out and rounded the front of his truck when you opened the front door, and he was suddenly star struck.  

You stood before him with your hair curled in a summer like wave, your white converse on and a beautiful yellow sun dress that showed off your many tattoos. The dress had small straps and a low neckline, it dipped at your waist to accentuate your curves and then flared out to rest at mid-thigh. It had a knot on the back with a cut out just below. It was far more feminine than you were used to, you think you bought it years ago for a cousin’s wedding, but something drew you to it and you thought it would make a good first impression on Frankie.  

He stood there mouth gapped as you walked down the steps, “Hi.” You smiled at him and gave him a little wave. You hiked your shoulder bag higher as it had begun to slip, and you needed something to do with your nervous hands.  

Frankie stalled for a second and finally replied, “Hey, you look great.” He said with a big smile. Suddenly feeling a bit self-conscience about the fact that he is wearing an outfit almost identical to the one he wore last night, except now his T-shirt was black with a band logo on it from a concert he can’t even remember. The material long stretched and over washed to point where the logo had begun fading and breaking apart.  

“You do too.” You responded before leaning in for a quick hug.  

He shuffled his feet, “I was thinking we could go to Burt’s, downtown if that’s okay?” 

You beamed up at him, “Yeah that would be great.” You broke your gaze to round his truck, but before you could reach for the handle Frankie appeared beside you and opened the door. You looked startled, but really you were just amazed by his chivalry. You’ve never had anyone open your door before, so you just nodded your thanks and stepped onto the step bar to jump up into the truck. He swiftly closed it behind you and made his way to jump into the driver’s side.  

As he turned the ignition, the radio fired up again and a familiar tune from Motley Crue came through the speakers. “Oh, I love this song.” You remarked.  

He smiled, “Me too, they’re probably my favourite band.”  

You hummed along to the music. He glanced over at you, “Well come on now, don’t keep that beautiful voice to yourself.” He smiled, the curls peaking out from under his seemingly signature hat dancing in the wind.  

You felt yourself blush but obliged, singing along to the music with the windows down, blowing your hair about as the music filled the cab. When the chorus came around Frankie gave his best imitation of the lead singer and you laughed. He chuckled, “Maybe I’ll leave the singing to you.” 

“No, no you’re great. I could listen to you all night.” You winked at him and he grinned, finally taking his attention back to the road. The rest of the commentary for the drive continued to be about music and favourite bands to see in concert, yours being his new favourite of course.  

You thanked the waitress for your seats and settled into a booth along the wall of the restaurant. It was a little more modern than you thought it would be given what you’ve seen from Frankies taste but definitely not a chain restaurant. There were vintage movie posters adorned on the walls giving it a warm look, but it was met with modern furniture and paint to keep it lively. There was a poster hanging in your booth of a movie you guessed must be from the 50s at least and you stared briefly at the faded colour, reminding you of the faded T-shirt currently sitting across from you.  

Frankie looked at you nervously, “So, I saw the sign on your door. Do you run a business out of your house?” 

You nodded confidently, “Yeah I’m a tattoo artist.” He nodded along, listening intently. “I have a shop in my house that is just me. It’s nice because then I get to choose my hours and can line things up really well with my band practice and shows.” 

“Wow, that’s great. You must be pretty busy balancing both those.” He stated.  

“I try to take Sundays and Mondays off and then I never work before 11am so I definitely still get some free time. I was supposed to have an appointment today, but they rescheduled so I got a totally free Saturday for once.” You smiled; very glad you had the extra time to get ready for this date. “What do you do?” you asked as the waitress reappeared with some waters.  

“What can I get you for drinks?” she asked.  

You replied, “I’ll have a whiskey sour, please.” 

She nodded and looked at Frankie. “Just a Corona, thanks.” 

With that she left the table, leaving you and Frankie alone.  

You looked back at Frankie, unsure if you needed to repeat yourself but before you could speak, he replied, “I’m an instructor at the base, I was a pilot in active duty.”  

Hm, your suspicions on the dog tags were correct. “How long have you served for?” You asked, leaning with your forearms against the dark wood table.  

“Since I graduated from high school, I enlisted right away.”  

You popped your eyebrows up, that’s a long time to be in the service. Most guys you have met from the base were a five-year contract and then out.  

“Wow Frankie, that’s really really amazing. I’m not surprised by the way you carry yourself though that you’ve been in that long.” You said, slightly bashful.  

He looked confused, but still flattered, “Why do you say that?” 

“You just, uh- you know you seem really old-fashioned and proper.” You replied sheepishly, tucking your hair behind your ear, and averting your gaze back to the poster.  

Frankie looked down for a second, “Oh, do you not really like that?”  

“No, no, it’s great.” He perked up at your response. “I actually love it; I’ve never been out with a guy that’s treated me the way you do.” You smiled at him and reached your hand out for him to take. He let out a relived huff and reached his hand up to take yours and give it a slight squeeze.  

“Well, I don’t know hermosa. You just deserve to be treated the best and I’m sorry no guy has ever done that for you.”  

You both beamed at each other, eyes sparkling with desire when the waitress seemingly appeared out of nowhere with your drinks. You quickly broke your hands apart and nodded politely. You wrang your hands together, still feeling the warmth of his much larger hand on yours.  

“Do you know what you’d like for food?” The waitress kindly asked.  

Both of your eyes widened, neither of you had even thought about the food as you were too busy making googly eyes at each other. You looked at each other and gave out a chuckle. “Um, I think we’re gonna need a few more minutes actually.” Frankie nodded along as the waitress left.  

The evening wore on and you shared food and stories. He told you all about his time in the service so far and the friends he’s made along the way. You told him about your business and band and how you’re a really creative person and need all these outlets. You also spoke about your anxiety and how when you’re focused on a tattoo or a song, you get to ease your mind and allow yourself to relax. He commended you and spoke about his time in therapy for some anxiety he had after he was done active duty. None of your exes ever went to therapy or spoke about mental health, so your heart warmed listening to him speak so intentionally.  

Frankie’s truck pulled up and parked out front of your house and you gave a huff of disappointment that the night was coming to an end. You looked at your phone and noticed the time wasn’t too late. You bit your lip and thought to yourself, would it be too much to ask him inside? Would he want to hookup, or would he think that’s all you’re interested in? He looked to you with a sheepish smile on his face, he was clearly disappointed the night was slowly coming to a close as well. You thought it couldn’t do more harm than good if you at least asked him inside for a little bit.  

“Hey Frankie, um- do you? Do you want to come in for a drink?” You asked, trying not to make eye contact so you could hide your reaction should you be met with rejection. 

His face lit up at the suggestion, “Yeah for sure thanks.”  

Your face darted up to meet his and you smiled, getting out of the truck and wandering up the steps to your house. He followed closely behind, placing his hand on the small of your back as you went up the steps, seemingly ready to catch you should you trip.  

You eased the door open and stepped aside to let him in. He passed you with a nod and stood in your living room looking around as you flicked on some lights, kicked off your sneakers and settled your bag on a counter. The room flowed from the living room to a dining table and a kitchen with an island. There were band posters and your own artwork on the walls. The furniture had a 50’s vibe with lots of red and black and white checkers. Your kitchen cabinets were an emerald green with gold accents. He loved how much personality you put into the space and stood staring at one of your drawings of a mermaid covered in tattoos on the wall beside a door.  

You approached him with your arms crossed and looked to the drawing as well. 

“You’re incredible, this is such a cool piece.” He said, smiling at you.  

You nodded back, “Thank you, if you like that you should see the one’s I have in my studio.” You tilted your head to the door beside you and opened it. He followed you in and was greeted by the smell of cleaning products and alcohol wipes. Your studio was small with one tattoo chair in the middle of the room and a workstation along the back wall. The walls were covered in photographs and drawings you’ve done.  

You plopped down on your wheely stool as he lingered around the room, looking at seemingly every piece you’ve posted. “So, mister military.” He looked down at you, resting his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t ask, do you have any tattoos?” 

He looked slightly embarrassed, “No, no I never did. I’ve thought about a few but never pulled the trigger.”  

You nodded, “Well,” You spun in your chair and grabbed your tattoo gun behind you. Spinning back around his eyes went wide, “you want one now?” you giggled to yourself.  

“Uh- hm.” He laughed, looking nervous. “Fuck it yeah let’s do it.” He clapped his hands on his thighs and shook out some nerves with his fingers.  

You beamed at him, extremely excited for the turn the night took. You rolled over to your drawing board, “Okay so what are we thinking? A little cartoon helicopter, a bottle of tequila, a tramp stamp?” He laughed at your line of questioning.  

“Actually uh- there’s this one helicopter I loved flying. The code was UH-1N. I think I’d like that, just something simple.” He kneaded his hands together.  

You started writing, doing a couple different styles of handwriting. You leaned back and showed them to him, and he picked one of the more structured looked fonts. “Alright, get in that chair and I’ll get you prepped.” 

He sheepishly moved over to the chair and rested himself in. “So where do you want it?” you asked as you collected your supplies and prepared the station.  

“Just here below my elbow on the forearm.” He pointed to his right arm.  

 Frankie sat still, watching you work. He could see the wheels turning in your head as you laid down the plastic wrap on the arm rest he would be using, getting the ink ready, sanitizing everything and getting the stencil cut.  

You finally pulled some gloves on and placed the stencil on his arm. “How’s that look?” 

He shifted in the seat to look at his arm, “Yeah that’s great, thanks.” He smiled at you.  

You started buzzing the tattoo gun, “Alright I think we’re good then.” You could feel the heat of his arm through the gloves and your glance waivered slightly to his bicep in his sleeve. Pulled tight from his straining muscle trying to stay still.  

“How much does it hurt?” he asked? 

Your attention went back to him, “Hm? Oh, um, not bad at all. What’s the worst pain you’ve ever had?”  

He took a beat, “Well, I’ve been shot so.” His voice trailed and your eyes went wide. He said he was in active duty for a long time, I guess it makes sense that he was in live fire. However, the thought of him going through something so traumatic made your stomach flip.  

You stuttered, “Yeah, um, that would definitely hurt more than this will, so I think you’ll be fine.” You did your best to put on a confident smile, but really you were now nervous.  

He nodded as you began. His arm didn’t even flinch beneath your hands. You held your head as close to it as you could so you wouldn’t get too distracted by the burning eyes you could feel coming from him.  

Frankie looked at you so intently and he felt a familiar twitch in his pants as he glanced down and caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you were bent over. He tried his best to look around the room, until his mouth gapped at the sight of a photo on the wall which featured a woman topless, holding her breasts showing off a colourful butterfly splayed out on the top of her ribs. The face was cut off, but he instantly recognized the tattoo on the left hand, as it happens to be the one holding onto his arm right now. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling the stretch of his jeans even more now. He couldn’t even feel the needle of the tattoo gun anymore, too busy trying to pry the unholy thoughts from his mind. Everything about you made him burn with desire. He didn’t know where the night would lead, but he was aching to feel your touch more.  

You wiped the last bit of ink off him and smiled at him. “Okay, here you go. Take a look.”  

Bringing his back up from the seat he pulled his arm forward and looked at your work, “That’s great thank you.”  

Nodding, you started cleaning the site and then placed the second skin on it tightly. Pulling off your gloves you grabbed one of your standard info flyers and a small tube of cream. “So, leave that on for a day, take it off in the shower with some soap. It will hurt like a bitch, sorry about that.” He smiled along with you. “No hot tubs or pools and keep this moisturizer on it for a few weeks as it heals. Oh, and no itching. It’s gonna suck but just don’t do it.” You stood from your stool and reached out your hand to help him stand from the awkward seat.  

He grabbed your hand and stood, looking down at you as your faces were so close. “What do I owe you?”  

You flushed, the tone in his voice was suddenly so deep and arousing. You did your best to not show how flustered you were with the sudden change in his demeanor and took a step back. “Oh gosh nothing, I do little tattoos for free like that all the time.” You waved your hands casually. “Plus, I kind of peer pressured you into it so.” You had backed up enough that your ass was now resting against the drawing table with your arms crossed. You hadn’t meant to back up that much, but as you kept stepping, he had followed you. His body still so close, you could see his eyes flick around your face, seemingly taking in every little bit of you.  

He breathed out of his nose deeply, “You wanna go sit down? You look a little lightheaded.” He said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.  

You nodded, looking up to him with sparkling eyes. Full of lust and need. He turned his body so you could pry yourself from the desk that had been digging into you and followed as you headed towards the living room. You positioned yourself on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you as he sat beside and rested his arm on the top of the couch behind you.  

Nervously looking around, trying your best to ignore the ache between your legs as he looked at you with darkened eyes. “Do you need a drink or-?” 

 “You know, I never did ask you why your nickname is Karma?” His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed deeply.  

Chest turning red, pupils dilating. You were so entranced by this man, you answered softly. “I’m just a uh- big believer in karma and I’ve always really seen it around me. You know, people are good to me, and good things happen and then people who have really wronged me, they uh- don’t always have things work out for them. So yeah, just became something I grew a lot of interest in and then others started noticing it with the people I had in life and so the nickname sparked. Almost like I entice karma into people’s lives, who surround me.” 

He peered down at you, usually this explanation makes people nervous. Frankie only seemed challenged, like he wanted to prove something to you. You’re not sure what happened during that tattoo, but something flipped in this seemingly wholesome man which resulted in him growing a hunger towards you.  

“So, you’re saying if I do good things to you, good things will happen to me?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You could hear only his breath and your heartbeat.  

“Yeah, I guess.” You lightly giggled, not breaking eye contact with him.  

His eyes grew even darker, and he leaned in. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt the intense ache between your legs watching him lean into you. His eyes flicking to your lips, you turned your head slightly and leaned in as well, meeting him in the middle with a soft kiss. He brought his hand to your knee and started drawing circles with it on your soft skin. Your hand rose up to cup his face and the intensity suddenly grew. You didn’t expect this first date to go this way, but now you’ve found yourself straddled on his lap on your couch making out like you may die tomorrow. Pulling each other’s hair, nipping at jaws and necks, the incessant moaning growing between you. You felt like you were drunk, but this intoxication wasn’t from any kind of substance, no this was all Frankie. The way he ran his hands all over your body and pulled you down to grind your hot and wet core through your panties on his hard bulge made your head spin.  

He grabbed the bottom of your dress and looked to you with pleading eyes, “Is this okay?” 

You took a deep breath, “It’s more than okay Frankie, I need you.”  

His face turned to a smirk, and he pulled your dress up and over your head, throwing it aside. You had thankfully chosen to forgo your usual everyday bra that gets washed once a month and went without one altogether. He sat back and basked in your exposed breasts. You shivered as he traced a finger on your butterfly tattoo beneath them. His mouth curled into a devilish grin leaning down and sucking on one of your nipples as he palmed and squeezed the other with his hand. You moaned and began grinding on him harder. He pulled himself off and you reached down to pull his shirt off him. The chain and dog tag laden on his chest made your knees quiver. He was so broad and full, a real man you thought to yourself.  

You rejoined your lips, sucking on each other’s tongues as his hand moved down and swiped around on the front of your panties before dipping a finger in and starting to draw little circles on your clit. You bucked up at the sensation and started to lose your technique with your kissing. Your head fell to his shoulder as his pace picked up and he sat there watching you break resolve and come undone to his touch. You felt the build up and then suddenly the knot in your gut broke and you flowed into your orgasm. Frankie somehow knew exactly when it happened because just as you started, he slipped his fingers further down and slid two of them perfectly in your pussy. You groaned at the relief of being able to squeeze onto something. He pumped you slowly as you came down from your high and peppered kisses along your neck while you slumped over him, regaining your breath and strength.  

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you leaned back, holding onto his broad shoulders for balance. He looked at you intently, and you burned for more. You reached between the two of you and startled pulling apart his belt as he held your waist to keep you balanced. He lifted his hips so you could get up and slide his pants and underwear down to the ground. You saw his length spring free and felt your mouth water, it was so perfect in every way with beads of precum seeping from the tip. You quickly fell to your knees and in one fell swoop took his member completely in your mouth. His head fell back at the sensation as you sucked and bobbed your head up and down. You used your hand to stroke the part of it that couldn’t fit into your mouth even if you tried. You worked him up and down, doing your best to take as much as you could down your throat, he reached down put his hand along your neck, feeling it throb with his cock inside.  

“Oh, baby, you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” He finally sputtered out, trying to keep himself composed.  

You glanced up and finally popped his soaked cock from between your lips. You hurriedly pulled your panties down your legs and took your previous position on top of him.  

“Do you need a condom? I’m on the pill and I’m clean but if you,” you said, scanning his face.  

He ran his hands down your back, “I’m clean too so as long as you’re comfortable.”  

You nodded quickly, kissing him to assure him of your consent and then raised yourself up. His hand slid between the two of you to guide his cock into your wet entrance. You felt it line up and started to slowly ease down onto it. The stretch both burned and excited you.  

His mouth fell open and his head fell back against the couch, “Fuck – baby you feel so good.” 

You smirked at him and groaned when you finally had sunk entirely onto him. He quickly encapsuled your lips in his and squeezed your ass with his hands. You took that as a hint to start moving, so you slowly rocked up and down, rubbing your clit on his hair above his cock. He steadied you as you quickly lost your resolve again, head spinning and becoming more and more heavy as the feeling in your gut grew again. You suddenly felt it happen again as your orgasm crashes into you, squeezing him so tight he moaned and rested his head against yours as he tried to pump your seized body through the feeling. You slowed and looked deep in his eyes, he was truly so handsome, and sweet and fuck was he good at this. You felt something in your chest, a warm feeling that you hadn’t felt in years. You liked this man so much, holy fuck did you like this man. You wanted to spend all your time with him, you wanted to learn everything about him, and learn each and every part of his body.  

You were snapped out of your lucid trance when you felt him buck into you, chasing his own high. You braced yourself by holding onto his neck as he rocked further into you. He bit his lip and held your hips so tight it might bruise. He came to a slow stop when his orgasm hit and he pushed into you one last time, coating your walls.  

The last thing you were expecting was for his cock to swell so much in it’s release that the sudden change in stretch would barrel you into a third orgasm. You squeezed him tight, and he moaned as your bodies slowly fell into one another and stilled. He breathed deeply into your neck as you ran your hand on his chest.  

Through stuttered breaths he said, “You know, I’m really starting to like this whole karma concept.”  

Snickering you pulled your head up and matched his gaze. He too looked like his brain was spinning, trying to analyze everything that just happened and everything that he felt for you.  

Pulling yourself off him, you quickly found your underwear and retreated to your room, excusing yourself. 

By the time you had cleaned up and thrown on a loose band shirt and sleep shorts, he was dressed again and had taken it upon himself to fill a glass of water for each of you. You liked the way he looked in your kitchen, so domestic and loving. You graciously accepted the water and walked back to the couch with shaky knees, he followed you sitting on the couch and putting his arm around you as you both sipped from your drinks.  

Frankie put his glass on the painted black wood coffee table, “So, rock star, what do you typically do on your nights off to relax?”  

You hummed, “Well, I don’t know if it’s your thing but I’m rewatching one of my favourite shows right now if you’d like to stick around for a while?” 

He smiled back at you, “Oh yeah, what is it?” 

“Buffy the vampire slayer.” You looked to him, worried he may be turned off by your choice in television, you pegged him more for a sports or war show guy.  

Thankfully, he was nothing like you thought he was going to be. “Buffy really? Fuck I love that show, watched it when it came out.” 

“Really?” You gapped, “Well then, we’re definitely watching it. I watch it every year at least once.” You reached for the remote on the coffee table and started queuing it up.  

“What’s your favourite episode?” He asked.  

You looked up, trying to figure out your answer, “Oh man, that’s hard. I really like the majority of the episodes in the first season to be honest. That season is by far my favourite. How bout you, any episode in particular?” 

“Oh yeah that’s easy, season four, episode one. Best episode in the series for me, it’s a classic. Great guest actors.” he says confidently.  

You looked to him, taken aback by the fact that he even knew episode numbers, “Really?” you ask, “Well I guess I know which one we’re gonna watch right now.” You scrolled through the series and selected the episode he requested.  

Both of you fell into each other and snuggled on the couch, watching the show and talking about anything that came to mind. It felt so easy you thought, and maybe that’s okay. Love is supposed to be easy after all. It will take time to accept that, but if Frankie continues to be the man you think he is, you’ll be falling endlessly for him.  

It will be easier than singing on stage, it will make you forget about your troubles more than the sting of a tattoo needle, and soon enough, he’ll make you forget all about karma because he’ll bring nothing but good into your life.  

Frankie Morales- Sugar Daddy edition

Summary: You are a teacher at a private school in Texas and your colleagues warn you about one of your new parents, Mr. Morales. When you meet him, you’re blown away by the rich, suave, and extremely handsome man. He soon begins pursuing you and you must choose between keeping your job or giving in to the infatuation you feel for this man as he showers you with gifts and admiration.

About: This is the beginning of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection where each guy will get a f x reader pov story. The events of Triple Frontier are changed; No Tom (we hate Tom in this house), the helicopter never crashes so they make it to the ocean without incident, each taking home $25 million dollars. But these guys are smart so naturally they’ve basically doubled their money by now. Takes place between 7-10 years after the events of the heist.

Frankie is divorced, no reason why explained. No mention of Frankies substance abuse.

Warnings: 18 + minors DNI, age difference, reader is in her 20s, Frankie is in late 40s, smut, oral f receiving (it’s Frankie duh), alcohol, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, basically buckle up kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride

Word Count: 12k +

Long Horn Academy, a private school for the oil tycoons and fortune five hundred owners of Texas to send their kids. It was the dream school for all teachers in the state. Good money, benefits, pension, everything you could ask for. Except of course for the elitist parents and children that treat you more like a servant than an educator. However, it was still better than the public school system that’s for sure. You waited years after teaching college on a supply teacher list in order to finally get your own classroom.

September came around and you were beaming with excitement going over everything you needed for your first year as a grade three teacher at this incredible school. You had gotten to know many of the other teachers at the school during your supply years, so before class started you mulled about the teachers’ lounge with your coffee, talking about everything the year has to bring. Oh, how little you truly knew about how life changing this school year would be.

“I just can’t believe I have my own class and room now! It’s been so exhausting dragging my book bag to every room in the building because I didn’t have a desk of my own.” You beamed to your colleagues, Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell. Mrs. Young was a seasoned vet in the teaching field, at around mid-fifties, she always sported the most comfortable clothing but still so chic. Ms. Campbell was around your age, she had bright blue hair that caused quite a stir in the school until the principal deemed it a freedom of expression issue and shut the parents down. She wore their displeasure with her as a badge of honor.

Ms. Campbell smiled at you, “Hey girl you deserve it. I had your class a few years ago and they were actually really well behaved, save for this one snot nose kid Randall.” She scrunched her nose up at the memory of him throwing paint at her.

You laughed along, you too had shared a few run in with kids like that.

Mrs. Young interjected, “Oh, you forgot to tell her the best part.” she said to Ms. Campbell, gently swatting her arm and raising her eyebrows, hoping her friend would get the hint of what she was implying.

Ms. Campbells eyes widened, and she grinned at Mrs. Young, you looked between them, trying desperately to figure out this big news.

“You’re right, she’s gonna have Liliana Morales in her class.” Ms. Young stated with excitement.

You looked confused, “Who’s Liliana Morales?” you asked.

“Oh no sweetie, not who’s Liliana Morales, who’s Daddy Morales is the question you should be asking.” She hummed into her coffee, clearly pleased with the situation at hand.

Taken aback you replied, “Okay, who’s Daddy Morales?”

The two women nodded their heads to each other before Mrs. Young responded, “Honey, he’s a rich divorced dad.”

Not at all surprised you nodded, “Okay, that’s like seventy-five percent of the dads at this school, what makes him so special?”

She grinned, “Oh, you’ll see.”

You returned to your classroom ready for the day. Everything had been prepared meticulously in order to make a good first impression with the insanely high standards these parents had. Your room was decorated tastefully with a mix of colour and neutral tones, and you had prepared a tray of lemon bars for the parents to enjoy as they mulled around the room with their children. The parents were allowed to stay for the first period of the first day to get to know the teachers’ style and ask questions, as well as provide any educational information the teacher might need for the children.

Slowly, parents and students started arriving. The majority of them greeted you politely, a few blonde mothers in their Pilates outfits shook your hand with limp wrists, clearly not approving of your attire. They all wore Chanel and Louis Vuitton, labels far out of your budget. There are some teachers at the school that dressed the part, but they were not working with your new hire salary. So, Old Navy was where you got your work clothes.

Smiling politely, you grew more nervous as the crowd in the room became louder. There were so many strange faces you didn’t know how you would get through this first period. You stood near your desk, smoothing out your skirt when a tap on your elbow shifted your attention.

A tall man stood before you, with styled brown hair and a beard with a thick mustache. He wore a light tan blazer, a brown button down and dark jeans. His eyes were bright and brown like a baby cow. You gazed hopelessly into them before registering that he was trying to talk to you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked, embarrassed.

He smiled, “I’m Francisco Morales, Lilianas father.” He stated, reaching out his hand.

Morales? You thought, oh shit. This must be who the other teachers were referring to. He was so handsome your mouth went dry. You did your best to answer him, “Nice to meet you, I’m Ms. Smith.” You took his hand and shook it, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers touched. You pulled it back and folded your arms, wondering if the feeling was all in your head or if he felt it too.

He smiled, “It’s mighty nice to meet you too. Liliana is very excited for this year.”

You nodded, “That’s great, I’ve heard good things about you- her, sorry I’ve heard good things about her.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and begged for someone to interrupt.

Unluckily for you, he stayed right at your side without wavering. “How long have you been teaching?” he asked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaning on his left leg.

“I’ve been a substitute here for five years and this is my first full time role.” You answered, a little more confidently this time you may add.

Mr. Morales nodded politely, “Well I think that’s great, always good to get some fresh young minds in here to teach us old people a thing or two.” he said, adjusting his sleeve length under his blazer and giving you a kind wink.

You nodded, “I’m glad you’re happy, that makes at least one of you.” You said quietly, more to yourself than anyone else, and looked around the room at the parents swiftly critiquing the lesson plan you had posted.

He looked around at the crowd of people and then at you, noticing how uncomfortable you were. “Hey, don’t give any mind to these people. They’re not happy with anything, trust me.” He leaned in and rested his hand on your elbow. You looked at his kind and sympathetic eyes and immediately swooned. He was so handsome it made you sick, and of course he had to be nice as well. What the hell have you gotten yourself into here. No, no, you thought. It’s just a little crush, you’re sure it will pass.

You smiled kindly at his assuring comment, and he retreated to the back of the classroom, following where his daughter had ended up. You slowly moved behind the desk at the front of the classroom and tapped your fingers on it, now was a better time than ever to get this show on the road.

Clapping your hands together, you alerted the attention of the class that you would be starting. You were met with bounds of questions and critiques from the parents, you swallowed your breath so many times with your nerves you thought you might pass out. Save for Mr. Morales, he stood in the middle of the back of the room, leaning against the large window overlooking the soccer fields with a calm resolve on his face. You let your gaze linger on him far too many times, but you couldn’t help it. Each time you did, his kind eyes soaked your heart with contentment and made your knees weak.

Finally, after almost every parent had cited their concerns, you felt yourself slightly dampened. You took a deep breath looking at the clock. “So, we only have another minute left before the period is over and we break for snack so does, anybody, have any other questions or comments?” Your breath broke during the sentence, hoping not to be met with any more judgement or you might cry.

Just as a particularly snarky mother was about to raise her hand, Mr. Morales quickly popped himself off the window and took a few steps forward. “I would just like to say, I am so excited to see what you have to bring to this class this year.” He spoke confidently but kindly, and seemingly only to you. His eyes burned into yours and made your heart flutter. “I cannot think of a better teacher, to take care of our kids.” He finished.

You offered him a thankful grin and nod, “Thank you, Mr. Morales. I’m really happy to be here.” You held your hands together in front of you. Trying not to break your resolve.

The sound of the bell filled the room and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You nodded politely as the parents said their goodbyes and the children rose to get their snacks.

Mr. Morales suddenly appeared at your side, “Thank you for this, you did a great job.” he said, before backing away to the door. Not before sneakily looking you up and down.

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat. This is going to be trouble.

As the months moved along Mr. Morales’ flirting got more and more obvious. Bringing you coffee and treats in the morning, lingering after pickup to chat with you, that stupid gorgeous smile leaving you desperate for more of his attention. You learned that he and his wife divorced when Liliana was a baby and he shared custody but as the school was on the way to work, he picked her up and dropped her off even if she was his ex’s house. He told you that he owns a construction company and purchased it fairly recently. He was charming and sweet, but not so sweet as you caught him multiple times outright checking you out. You grew more and more embarrassed by your wardrobe, looking at all the amazing clothes the other teachers were wearing. You knew he was older than you, like way older than you, but you didn’t really care. Especially since it was school policy teachers couldn’t date parents, so there was no harm in flirting with a man who was clearly flirting with you.  

One December morning you were in the lunchroom with Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell, discussing your upcoming Christmas break plans.

Ms. Campbell teased you, “So, what’s it like having Daddy Morales in your class?”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s fine, he’s actually very nice.”

“Oh, I know, he’s a Southern charmer darling.”

Sipping from your coffee cup, you hid your grin as you thought of how Mr. Morales made you feel and how quickly you were developing feelings for him.

The last of the kids were leaving your classroom as the end of the day drew near. Mr. Morales crept into the room and gestured to Liliana that he was going to be speaking to you before they left. You stood still near your desk, casually folding the flyers for the Christmas concert on your desk as you awaited his approach.

He moved beside you and turned with his back to the rest of the room. “Hey darlin, how was your day?” he asked with an energetic smile.

You smiled; his informal greetings may have gone a little far past professionalism, but you didn’t mind one bit. “Good, thank you. How was yours?”

“Oh fine, construction isn’t exactly exciting but it’s a good group of guys, so, you know.” He looked slightly nervous, and you grew cautious of the interaction, he always had such a confident and suave demeanor about him. “I was actually wondering if you would be free on Friday night?” he asked, gauging your response.

Stunned, you stuttered, “Oh, um, I’m sorry Mr. Morales, but teachers aren’t actually allowed to,”

“I understand don’t worry.” He interjected, “I noticed Liliana was having a hard time with English and was wondering if you would be able to do some additional tutoring? I’d pay you, it’s my own fault really. We only speak Spanish at home so.” He looked bashful and your cheeks grew red with embarrassment that you thought for even a second, he would be asking you out.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed. Um, yes, I can definitely help you that.” You nodded softly, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

He smiled, “That’s great thank you. Do you mind coming round my place at say 5?”

Nodding you replied, “Yes that works, I’ll get your address from her file.”

“Great, thank you again hermosa.” He said as he backed up and gestured for Liliana to follow him.

You simultaneously couldn’t wait until Friday and couldn’t even fathom the idea of being alone with this man you had so much desire for.

Friday evening came and you plugged his address into your phone. You slid into your mid 2000s Ford Focus and headed out. It was a cash car, and your first purchase once you saved enough money would definitely be to upgrade, but that was a long way away. It still felt awful parking it with its rusted fenders beside the Lincolns and Range Rovers that took up the majority of the parking lot at the school.

The neighborhoods you were driving through suddenly shifted more and more into the luxury market. You couldn’t believe the sizes of some of these houses, how could anybody have this much stuff you thought. You finally pulled into the laneway your phone indicated and were met with a long driveway to a stunning stone house with a balcony on the second level facing the road. Your mouth gapped at the size of the estate and the sight of the hoard of vintage and luxury vehicles along the front of the laneway.

Parking your car over to the side so that he may not see it as you leave, you shrugged your cardigan back on your shoulder that it had fallen off and strutted with your tote bag of learning materials to the front door. You looked around casually, there’s no bell. How could there be no bell? Just a large circular knocker in the middle of the door. You bit your lip and swiftly knocked the handle against the dark brown wood door. It made a louder thud than you thought it would, but you still felt anxious that he wouldn’t have heard anything.

When you were just about to grab the knocker again the door suddenly swings open. Leaving you motionless with your hand raised between the two of you. He was in a black button down with sleeves rolled up and khaki pants. You quickly ripped your hand back to your side, “Hi, Mr. Morales, how are you?”

He looked at you up and down briefly, you were wearing black boots with light wash jeans, a snuggly fit blue tank top and a patterned cardigan over top. “Hey sweetheart, doin’ just fine long time no see huh?”

Blushing, you realized you had literally seen him less than two hours ago. He moved in the door so you could slip by him. When you entered you were greeted with an enormous stone staircase cascading up into the second level with exposed railing. There was a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room, illuminating you with a stunning glow. You couldn’t help but turn where you stood, shifting your gaze continuously to the next beautiful part of the room you caught with your eyes.

Finally turning around in a half circle, our gaze was met with Mr. Morales, whose eyes were dug into you, enjoying your childlike wonder.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully. “I’ve just never been in a house like this.”

He held his hands together and took a step towards you, "That's okay. Honestly up until a few years ago I hadn't seen anything like this either. It's a bit much for me but Liliana told me she wanted to live in a castle so I couldn't resist spoiling her." He winked at you and gave a sheepish smile. 

You giggled, "I get that, she's a really wonderful little girl. I've loved having her in my class." 

"Thank you, and for what it's worth we have very much enjoyed having you as her teacher. You might be our favourite." He touched his hand to his chest and spoke so earnestly, it made your gaze drop embarrassingly to his mouth as he talked. 

Thankfully before you had to pry another sentence from your desperately dry mouth, Liliana came bounding into the room with a skip and threw her arms around you. 

Mr. Morales reached out and took her arm, "Whoa girl, let's give Ms. Smith some space. Why don't you show her to the study, and I'll check on dinner. I hope you're okay with staying for dinner. I thought it was the least I could do for stealing you on a Friday evening. I'm sure your boyfriend would've preferred to spend time with you since we hog you all day all week." He looked at you with hopeful eyes. 

You met his gaze, "I would love to stay for dinner, thank you. And no boyfriend so I'm all yours tonight." 

He smiled, and nodded at Liliana when she took your hand to leave the room. You briefly looked back over your shoulder at Mr. Morales before you turned the corner and found he was still standing there with his hands on his hips, watching as you left. 

A knock came to the door of the study and Mr. Morales poked his head in. "Hey ladies, it's dinner time. Liliana, go wash up. Ms. Smith I'll show you to the dining room."

Liliana left to go to the washroom, and you collected your things. Mr. Morales waited patiently waiting in the doorway. You heaved your heavy tote back on your shoulder and started towards him.

“Here, let me take that.” He said, pulling the strap easily off your shoulder. You nodded, thanking him and followed him through the house. Each room is more amazing than the other. He stepped aside to let you walk first into a stunning dining room. The walls were bright white with a high ceiling and pillars reaching up in each corner. The curtains had a white and blue pattern covering what you assume must be an incredible view. Sat in the middle of the room was a stunning ten-foot polished wood table with matching high back chairs wrapped around it. Your mouth gapped once again at the sight.

He gestured around you to a seat on the right side of the head of the table. There were three settings done with beautiful silver wear and plating. Just as you sat, Liliana came back in and sat herself across from you on the left side.

The table had trays of traditional Chilean food, luckily, Latin food happened to be your favourite.

“I hope you don’t mind the food; it can be a bit spicy.” he said, taking his seat beside you and offering a bottle of red wine.

You lifted your glass to hand to him, “No not at all. I actually love spice.” You said as he took the glass from you, pouring the wine in. Your fingers grazed against each other as he handed it back to you and you nearly dropped it.

“Alright Liliana, why don’t you say grace for us?” He said, after pouring himself his drink.

She happily clasped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut. You followed suit with Mr. Morales.

“God is great, God is good, let us thank him for this food, Amen.” she said excitedly.

“Well said sweetheart, alright everybody dig in.”

The three of you ate, and laughed and drank. Mr. Morales and Liliana recounting dozens of stories, and you telling a few embarrassing vacation stories from your childhood that made Liliana laugh, and Mr. Morales too for that matter. You all had finished your food long ago when Mr. Morales looked at his watch.

“Oh, geeze baby girl. Look at the time, I’d say you should start getting ready for bed.” He said to his daughter, pointing at his watch.

She slumped in her chair, “Oh daddy, please. It’s Friday.” She put on her best puppy dog eyes that made you giggle.

He rolled his eyes at the obvious tactic, “Okay, you have to go to bed, but you can put a movie on to fall asleep to. Alright?”

She beamed, “Deal. Thank you for helping me Ms. Smith.” She said as she rose from her seat.

“Of course, sweetie, it was my pleasure.” You replied, catching Mr. Morales grinning at the interaction.

Liliana left the room and you stood to grab your plate, to which Mr. Morales quickly swatted your hands away. “Oh no no. Don’t even think about it, you’re a guest you will not be cleaning up this mess.”

“But you made this beautiful dinner, it’s the least I can do.” You protested.

He continued his objection, “Please hermosa, it’s really fine. Why don’t you just go out to the living room and I’ll bring a coffee. How do you want it?” He stood close, closer than you thought you would be comfortable with.

Stuttering you replied, “Just milk and sugar please.” And quickly retreated in the direction he had gestured.

Of course, another stunning room full of beautiful paintings and photos on the wall of Mr. Morales and Liliana.

You rounded an emerald green sofa and sat down, admiring the wood coffee table in front of you with a bouquet of roses on it.

Lost in thought you daydreamed about living here, how stunning it would be to wake up every day and stroll down that staircase. You can’t even imagine how glorious his bed must be if the damn couch is this comfortable.

Mr. Morales caught your attention and placed the coffees on the table. He sat beside you, almost right beside you. You felt your heart skip a beat but reached for the coffee to give your shaking hands something to do.

“These flowers are beautiful, roses are my favourite.” You pointed casually to the flowers.

He looked at you with his cup in his hand. “Thanks, I like them too. They really brighten up a room. So, do you like teaching at Long Horn?”

Nodding, “Yeah, it’s really great. It can be a bit overwhelming, but I do like it.”

His eyebrows knotted together, and an adorable crease split his forehead. “Overwhelming how?”

“Well, it’s just that, most of the teachers there and pretty much all of the parents are in a certain class that I’m not really in so it can be a bit, I don’t know. A bit embarrassing showing up in my car and my clothes and my shoes and well, just not really dressing the part of a teacher at such a prestigious school.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, slightly embarrassed by your honesty.

He scoffed, “Do you think their clothes make them a better teacher than you?”

Shaking your head you replied, “No of course not, it’s more of a status thing, I guess. It’s probably pretty juvenile to feel this way.”

Mr. Morales took a sip from his cup, never taking his eyes off you, “Well, would you feel more confident if you dressed the way they do?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “I guess so, yeah. I think I would feel like I fit in more and maybe would get treated better by some of the parents. But I guess this will have to do for now.” You waved away your thoughts, “I’m saving for a new car right now so I shouldn’t worry about all that.”

He hummed, looking away briefly, deep in thought.

You asked him about his work, he got a bit vague but still answered your questions intently. The conversation flowed nicely, and you enjoyed talking to him. You almost forgot how much older he was because he still had such a youthful humor about himself. He talked about his friends Santiago, Will and Benny. It felt so comfortable, but also bizarre as you were sitting having this lovely conversation in a multi-million-dollar home. You simultaneously felt out of place and right where you needed to be.

Your coffees had been finished and you looked at your phone, “I should probably get going Mr. Morales. Thank you for the dinner and coffee.” You rose from your seat.

He stood with you, “Of course, least I could do for Lilianas favourite teacher. Thank you again for tutoring her.”

You both walked slowly to the front entrance, the electricity between you could power the whole damn house. You picked up the tote bag he had rested against the wall beside the door and turned to him. “Thanks again, have a great rest of your night.”

“You as well.” he replied, rubbing his hands on his jeans. He suddenly realized his place and reached for the door, pulling it open for you. You nodded and left through it. The walk to your car felt odd, the temperature had dropped slightly so you hugged yourself a bit. Fumbling with your keys, you finally get the door open and toss the tote into the passenger seat. Looking in the rear-view mirror as you drove down the long laneway, you notice the front door is still open and his broad silhouette is stood there watching as you leave.

Sunday morning rolled around, and you had no plans, other than to totally veg out in your pjs and watch movies all day. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you had your trusty bunny slippers on. Your apartment was small, but plenty for you. Although you have to admit, it felt a lot smaller when you returned from Mr. Morales’ house on Friday. You were settled in to continue your marathon of the Alien movies when a knock came at the door. You sat up puzzled, you just placed the order for your Popeyes chicken lunch and there’s no way it’s already here. Shrugging your sweater up from where it had fallen off your shoulder you sauntered over to the door and opened it.

You were met with a woman, with brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a knee length pencil skirt, black heels and a stunning blue silk blouse.

“Ms. Smith?” she asked.

Stunned you replied, “Uh- yes?”

“Great, I have a delivery for you.” She said as she suddenly pulled a luggage cart into view that was covered in clothing bags, shoe boxes and small packages.

You huffed in confusion as she pushed past you with the cart.

“Um- I didn’t order anything?” You followed her as she made herself comfortable in your living room.

“Size?” she asked.

Even more confused, you replied, “What?”

“Shoes, shoe size.” She said, gesturing to the boxes on the bottom of the cart.

You looked at her with more annoyance than confusion now but gave her your size.

She pulled about the boxes, putting three of them onto your kitchen table.

“I’m sorry can I ask what this is all about because I am just totally confused.” You waved your hands in the air as you conceded the situation.

Tossing her ponytail behind her shoulder as she ran her hands through the hangers. “These are from Mr. Morales.”

Your mouth gapped, what does she mean these are from Mr. Morales? Did he give you all these? How is this even happening right now?

Before you could speak again, she interjected, “Okay, I am just going to get your measurements, please stand here with your arms out.”

You were at a loss for words, so instead you did as you were told and allowed her to measure your body for sizing. She thanked you and started mulling about the hangers.

You walked towards the table cautiously, looking at the shoe boxes, they all had the same name on them, Christian Louboutin. Your hand slowly opened one of them and pushed the tissue paper aside, revealing a stunning pair of black, red bottom heels. Mouthwatering you ran your finger along the side of them and couldn’t believe your eyes.

The woman pulled a series of clothing bags off the bar and hung them over the edge of your thrift store couch.

“Oh, one more thing.” She said, reaching into a package on the front of the cart. She pulled out a long thin cardboard box and opened it as you wrang your hands together in nervousness. She slid a brown box the same dimensions as the cardboard with gold detailing on it and handed it to you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the iconic Louis Vuitton logo adorned all over it.

“Have a good day.” She stated as she pushed the rolling cart out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You waved your hand causally before returning your attention to the box. Sheepishly, you popped it open, and your eyes went wide at the five gold and diamond matching bracelet set. It shone in the light and your breath all but stopped completely. You looked around at the shoe boxes and bags of what you can only assume are more designer clothes. Your head spun so hard you had to brace yourself on the kitchen table. This could not be happening; this could not be real. Why on earth would this man give you all this insanely expensive stuff? You put the jewelry box down and straightened yourself up, promising yourself you wouldn’t touch anything until you spoke to Mr. Morales.

The clock ticked on the wall of your classroom Monday morning, you grew more and more anxious to see Mr. Morales. Tapping your fingers on the desk you stared at the door. Finally, Liliana came bouncing in with Mr. Morales on her heels. You swiftly strutted over to him and stood with your stance firm.

He caught the look on your face, and he grew nervous, “Hi, Ms. Smith. How was your weekend?” He glanced at your outfit; eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you were wearing the same navy dress with a stitch missing around the collar that you were wearing last week.

You pulled your lips tight at how casual he was being, “Fine, thank you. Do you mind if I speak to you in the hall?” You pointed out the door, to which he nodded and followed closely behind you.

There weren’t many people in the hall yet as he was always one of the earliest drop-offs, but you lowered your voice, nonetheless. “I had a delivery yesterday.” You stated.

He nodded, “Great, did you like everything?” He did his best to smile, considering your face did not match his.

“Mr. Morales,” You pinched your nose, “I cannot accept a bribe and you shouldn’t feel like you need to I mean Liliana did great on Friday night I think she’s really getting it and,”

He cut you off, “Whoa now, that wasn’t a bribe.” He chuckled.

You looked to him with confusion, “It wasn’t?”

“No.”

“Then, what was it?” you asked, leaning against the lockers beside you and crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, “An investment.”

Your eyebrows popped up, “An investment?” You questioned.

“Yes, you told me you would feel more confident if you dressed the part of a teacher at this school. I want the absolute best for my daughter so I thought if I invested in you then you would be able to be the best teacher you could be.” He tucked his hands in his leather jacket. That damn jacket you thought. It fit him so well and looked so good with his distressed jeans. He must not be going into the office today you thought.

Taking a deep breath through your nose you replied, “I really don’t think I can accept all that Mr. Morales. All that stuff costs more than like, three of my car.” You laughed to yourself at the situation you had found yourself in.

He took a step in, looking around for any other people in the hallway. “Let yourself be taken care of, for once in your life hermosa.” Your mouth fell open at the intense smell of his musky cologne you could now smell with him so close to you. Before you could retaliate, he turned and strutted down the hall.

You watched as he left, still too stunned to speak.

The rest of the week you strutted around the school in your new clothes. The snobby moms that typically gave you a side eye gave you a confident smile and complimented your lesson plan for the next week. You felt amazing gliding down the hallway in your red bottom heels, the gold bracelets dangling from your wrists.

Ms. Campbell nearly choked on her coffee one morning as you glided in wearing a form fitting purple work dress and black heeled ankle boots with black tights and tight blazer snug on your shoulders.

“Geeze what’s with this get up?” she asked, looking you up and down.

Shrugging you replied, “Oh just got some new clothes. I’ve been saving for a while and thought I would treat myself since I’m not travelling for Christmas this year.” A blatant lie you thought, but it was for the best. No one could know everything was from Mr. Morales. There’s no way the principal would accept his “investment” story and you’d be done for.

“So, is your class ready for the Christmas concert?” You asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

She peered at you suspiciously, “Yeah. Yeah, I think it will be good. Will Daddy Morales be gracing us with his presence?”

You nodded casually, “I believe so.”

Another teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, came in to grab water from the fridge. She was nice enough, but you didn’t cross paths with her much. “What are we talking about ladies?” She smiled kindly.

Ms. Campbell leaned back in her chair to look at Mrs. Rodriguez, “Daddy Morales.”

You scoffed at your friend and gave her a wide look.

Mrs. Rodriguez hummed, “Mmm, Daddy Morales. He’s with your class now, isn’t he?” she asked, pointing at you.

Nodding you replied, “Yes, I have his daughter Liliana this year.”

“Lucky girl.” She commented before leaving the room.

Embarrassment grew in your chest as you worried anybody had picked up on your crush.

Friday evening came, the last day before Christmas break and the day of the concert. You had spent every waking minute preparing for it and were eager to show off your class. Everything was going off without a hitch as you stood at the side watching your class. Liliana had a little solo which she absolutely killed. You nervously peered out into the crowd to gauge the parents’ reactions. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and smiling along with the music. Your gaze suddenly caught Mr. Morales sitting on the edge of an aisle near the front, looking more handsome than ever. His hair and beard are still styled perfectly, wearing a navy knit sweater and khakis. Your eyebrows perked up as you noticed a bulge in his pants with the way he was sitting, widespread so he could rest his left leg in the aisle. All of a sudden, the music stopped, and your class was taking their bow. You shook your head straight and clapped along with the crowd.

The show finally came to a close and you stood in the hallway, saying your goodbyes to the students and parents. A hand tapped your elbow and you turned to meet eyes with Mr. Morales. He looked you up and down, seemingly pleased in the red silk blouse, black pencil skirt and heels you had put together from the selection he gave you.

“Hey darlin, that was a great show.” he said nervously.

You grinned at him, “Thank you, Liliana really stole the show. Where is she?” You asked as you scanned his sides to see his daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“She’s left with my mom; she promised her she’d take her out for ice cream after the show. No boys allowed is what I was greeted with when I asked to join.” He laughed, waving his hands slightly with his story. You giggled along.

He suddenly looked even more nervous than when you had challenged him about the gifts, “It’s kind of noisy over here do you mind if we go for a quick walk?” Pointing in the direction of the classrooms.

Unsure, but entranced, you followed. You couldn’t even feel your feet moving, they just seemed to know where to go.

You walked slowly together, not speaking until you had finally rounded the corner.

Desperate to break the silence that was held together by the utter sexual tension you were trying your best to ignore, you asked, “Is everything okay, Mr. Morales?”

He rubbed his chin with his palm and tried to look at you, “Yes, sweetheart everything, everything’s fine. I just, wanted to tell you that I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and uh, listening to Liliana talk about you every night.”

Your chest grew red, “That’s great, I really like talking to you too Mr. Morales.”

He waved his hand causally, “Please, you don’t need to call me Mr. Morales. That makes me feel old.” He laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. Francisco, right?” You asked, still trying to keep up with him as he seemed to have a destination in mind considering the pace he had set.

“Uh- yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He smiled and you nodded.

He finally came to a stop in front of your classroom, you were so entranced you hadn’t noticed this is where he was leading you. He shifted towards the door and turned the handle. You were somewhat confused as your door was locked when you left that day. Hesitantly, you walked past him into your room.

Your mouth fell open as you looked at your desk, it had a large bouquet of roses on it and sitting in front of the roses was a shiny white cushion Chanel purse.

You stopped in your tracks, “Mr. – uh, Francisco what the hell is all this?”

He closed the door behind him and took a few steps over to you, “Just a Christmas gift.”

You spun in your spot, “A Christmas gift? Really you are just too much.” You protested, part of you completely flattered and a part of you concerned.

He stepped closer still, until your bodies were just inches away from each other. Your breath was labored, and you couldn’t see straight. It wasn’t until he pointed up at the ceiling that you finally were able to focus your eyes.

A mistletoe. There was a mistletoe hanging perfectly from the ceiling above you. Your gaze dropped back to his face. He was looking intently at you, scanning every piece of you. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and you felt yourself lean in. He quickly closed the gap and met your lips with his.

His hands found themselves on your waist as you cautiously rested yours on his arms. The kiss was deep but soft, it held emotions from months and months ago and released a pain you didn’t know you were carrying.

You finally pulled yourself back, remembering the consequences of your actions. “I really, shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered to him.

He looked down at you softly, “Why not? I know you’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling all this time. Why not let yourself embrace it?”

Your chest flushed and you released yourself from his grip, “Because, I would lose my job if anyone found out about, about- all of this. The gifts, the kiss. I am not supposed to be doing anything like this with a parent.” You sounded flustered now, your head spinning for all new reasons.

“What if you didn’t need your job?” He asked, trying to follow you in your steps.

You looked at him puzzled, “What do you mean what if I didn’t need my job? Of course I need my job, and I can’t find anything that will pay more in the state.”

His voice turned deeper and his eyes darkened, “What if you didn’t need your job because I would take care of you.”

Taken aback, you can barely stutter out, “What?”

He steps further into you, “What if, we gave this a real shot, and I took care of you. Because I can. Because I want to. You don’t need to move in with me or anything, but I would pay for your apartment until we got to that point. I like you hermosa. I care about you, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I know I’m older than you, but I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life, spoiling you and giving you the life you deserve.”

All you could hear once he stopped speaking was your heartbeat, it was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was asking you to quit your job to date him and let him shower you with gifts and love. A beautiful could be stepdaughter that you’ve grown to care so much for. It all seemed too good to be true.

He held your shoulders in his big, strong hands. “One day. Give me one day to show you what your life could be like with me. And if you hate me at the end of it, you’ll never hear a damn word out of me. But just give me one day. Please.”

Something broke inside you, your resolve was gone. You wanted nothing more than to throw your shaking body into his arms and kiss him feverishly. Right now, though, all you could muster was a quiet okay.

He nodded, “Liliana is at her moms on Christmas day, and I know you aren’t going to see any family. So please, spend the day with me and I promise I’ll make it one you’ll never forget.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” You said, trying to be confident.

He beamed, reaching around you to grab the flowers and bag as you shuffled slowly towards the door.

You looked back at him, “How did you do all this anyway?” pointing up at the mistletoe.

He chuckled, “Had to give the custodian a hundred bucks.” He said with a wink.

Christmas day.

This used to be your favourite holiday growing up. You were always surrounded by family and food. The gifts were sparce, due to your dad being on disability from an injury and your mom doing her best to keep everything together. But that never bothered you, until you would see your friends at school, and they would talk about the heaps of toys they received from Santa. Still, you had a wonderful family and that filled your heart as much as it could. You normally go visit your parents for Christmas back home in Florida, but you had saved for the last 6 years to get them a cruise and Christmas was the only time your mom could get off work. You were all prepared to spend the day in your pjs, watching movies and making cookies. Your plans were abruptly changed though, by the man who had all but begged you to go on a luxurious date with him. You figured your circumstances can’t be so bad.

You looked around your apartment, thinking about what this day could bring. If all goes well, you’d be quitting your job after the semester is done in a month and letting yourself fall into a serious relationship. All your time will be spent figuring out if you love this man. Could you? Do you? It was all so confusing, but thankfully he shouldn’t be around for a few more hours so now you just needed to finish your bowl of mac and cheese you reheated for lunch and figure out what to wear.

The bowl had just hit the sink when a knock came at your door. You looked at the clock on the microwave puzzled, once again why was someone here, you thought. Last time you had an unexpected guest, she came with a hoard of gifts, so you weren’t totally nervous this time around.

Your door swung open, and you gasped when you saw Francisco on the other side. He was fully dressed in black dress shoes, black pants with a matching blazer and a deep green button down. You swiftly looked down at yourself; a mismatched pajama set and your damn slippers.

“Hi.” You sputtered out.

He smiled, “Hey hermosa,” he stepped in and kissed your cheek before walking into your apartment.

Closing the door behind you, you ask “Isn’t our date not until later?”

He nodded, “Yes, but you still needed to get ready for the date, right?”

“Right.” You shrugged, looking down at your clothes.

“Right, so let’s go. Grab your new purse and your phone. You shouldn’t need anything else. I’m just going to use your washroom really quick, and we’ll go.” he nodded towards the other side of your apartment.

He disappeared into the hallway that led to your bedroom and bathroom, and you looked around stunned. Okay, you thought, let’s just go with the flow. You’re sure he has a plan for all this. You kicked off your slippers and slid on some boots, stuffing your phone into your purse.

He returned, adjusting his jacket, and smiles at you. “You look beautiful by the way.” He gives you a gentle kiss before grabbing the door.

You scoff at his probable joke, but follow him, nonetheless.

When you get downstairs, you’re met with a vintage Ford Mustang sitting in front of your apartment building. He stepped forward and opened the door for you before taking your hand and helping you ease down into the car.

He joined you inside and fired up the engine, pulling onto the not so busy street considering it was Christmas.

“Where are we going anyway? I’m hardly dressed for whatever occasion you have planned.”

He glances over at you with a knowing smirk, “You know I can’t tell you that sweetheart. Don’t want to ruin the surprises. And actually, you look perfect for where we are going.”

The car finally came to a halt in front of a luxury salon that you’ve only dreamed of going to.

You gasped, “What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He winks as he gets out of the car and rounds the front of it to open your door. He then leads you hand in hand to the entrance.

“I don’t think they’re open it’s Christmas.” You said nervously.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I made special arrangements.”

He flung the unlocked door open and gestured to you inside. You were met with a beautiful salon that had antique mirrors and beautiful light pink chairs. A woman with black hair and all black outfit was sitting at the desk and greeted you with a kind smile.

“Merry Christmas Maria, how are you? You know I owe you for this one, right?” Francisco asked, leaning on the desk.

She smiled up to him, “I’m good, and yes yes you do. Ms. if you’d like to follow me, we’ll get started.”

Your eyes widen at Francisco, but he nods to assure you it’s okay.

A few minutes later you emerge from the back in a silk pink robe and the softest slippers you’ve ever felt in your life. He was waiting patiently in one of the salon chairs. You then spent the next few hours getting your nails painted, your makeup and hair done. All the while, sipping champagne, eating chocolate covered strawberries and chatting with Francisco. He didn’t leave your side even once. Constantly complimenting you and grabbing your hand to pepper kisses on it whenever Maria wasn’t looking. He made you laugh so hard your chest hurt and you got a brief scolding from her to keep still, which earned you a juvenile look from Francisco.

“Alright, I think you’re ready to get dressed. What do you think Mr. Morales?” she looked to him after finishing up your hair.

“She’s breathtaking.” he said under his breath but still loud enough for you both to hear.

You blushed and rose from the chair to follow Maria to a back area where there was a curtained changing room with a large mirror in it. The curtains swung closed behind you before you could notice the hangers on the wall. There was a long black evening dress, a pair of black heels and a woven trench coat. You stepped forward to admire the dress, it was strapless and had a slit down the left front of it. It was simple and elegant. You looked down at the bench where the shoes were and noticed a black box. Popping the top off it, your eyes widened when you were met with a strapless lace black bra and panties set. Your eyebrows popped up, realizing your date might not be as wholesome as you thought he was. He was a man after all. You held the bra in your hand loosely, and it created an ache in your core. Your mind drifted off to the thought of wearing this in front of him and he rubbing his hands all over you. Worshipping your body as you know he’d do. You finally snapped yourself out of it and got changed.

You took last look of yourself in the mirror and stuffed your clothes and shoes into the bag Maria had left for you. Grabbing the coat off the hanger you tip toed out of the curtains. When you emerged from the back Francisco was standing in the room still, he turned swiftly when he heard the sound of your heels on the hardwood floors.

He clapped his hand over his heart as you approached, and you smiled. “Be still my beating heart, you look amazing.” He grabbed your hand and spun you around before snapping you close to his chest.

You beamed up at him and offered a soft kiss, which he graciously accepted.  “Where to now Romeo?”

“Tsk tsk, always trying to ruin the surprises. Also, you have one more thing for this outfit.”

You looked at him puzzled as he opened his suit jacket and pulled out the Louis Vuitton bracelet box from the inside pocket. Your eyes widened with his sneakiness. “Where did you get that?”

“Swiped it from your dresser when I said I was in the bathroom.” He chuckled, before helping you clasp each bracelet on your wrists.

You both said your thanks to Maria and returned to his car.

The city swiftly disappeared, and you became very much aware of your whereabouts; you were headed to the airport.

Your stunned face must’ve stayed on you the entire time. Peppering Francisco with continuous, what’s and how’s. Until finally you found yourself walking on the tarmac towards a private helicopter, owned by him of course.

He got you up and settled into the passenger seat when you suddenly looked confused. “Wait where are you gonna sit?”

He winked at you, “Don’t worry I’m right here with you sweetheart.” As he climbed into the pilot’s seat. You watched in awe as he got his headset on and got the helicopter ready for flight. He signaled to the tower that he was ready to go and steadily pulled off the ground. You grabbed his thigh with your hand as you tried to calm your nerves.

The two of you toured around the city, the sun was slowly setting as you made your way into the countryside. He pointed out a golf course in the distance and you noticed a helicopter pad near the greens. He set the helicopter down effortlessly and got you both set to get out. He hopped out the door and reached up to take you by the waist to carry you down to the ground.

You walked hand in hand towards the building where a man was waiting, he gestured you both to follow inside. Once inside, you were taken to a stunning ballroom. It had high ceilings with chandeliers situated in multiple spots. Every surface was adorned with Christmas lights and tall ten-foot decorated trees stood in each corner of the room. There was a single table with roses by the far wall with a fireplace. Simple orchestrated music sounded through the speakers and Fransisco pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“I honestly can’t believe you’ve done all this; it feels like a fairytale.” You gushed as he poured you a glass of wine.

He smiled at you, “Well hermosa, I just wanted to take today to treat you how you have always deserved to be treated. I didn’t come from money and I know you didn’t either. But one thing I’ve learned is that if you can spoil someone, you should. If you can use physical things to show someone how much you care about them, then you can. It doesn’t need to be this materialistic thing, and I knew from the beginning that, that none of this would matter if you didn’t have feelings for me too.”

You nodded intently with him, “I do, I really do have feelings for you Francisco. I- I don’t know what it is but I’m just so attracted to you in every way I know that I’m supposed to be.”

Smiles radiating off of each other, a waiter approached with a silver plate with a matching covering on top.

“For the lady.” He said, pulling back the top, to reveal a Tiffany jewelry box.

You gasped and looked at Francisco who was beaming at you. The waiter took the box and handed it to Francisco before leaving.

“I know, I know. I’m too much, you’re gonna say.” You smiled at him, holding your hands to your chest. “But I think too much is better than not enough so, I got you one more thing tonight to truly complete the beautiful look you you’ve got going on right now.” He popped the box open and pulled out a gold and diamond necklace.

Your face dropped as he rose from his seat. You held your hair up as he reached around your body, clicking it in place and letting it fall comfortably on your chest. You set your hair down and ran your hands along the jewelry.

“Thank you, this really is amazing. I wish I could do something to repay all your generosity.”

“Your smile is payment enough hermosa.”

Your heart warmed and you reached your hand across the table to take his. He pulled it up and pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles.

The waiter returned with the beautiful Christmas dinner. Fit with roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, veggies, and you ate and laughed together. Everything was delicious you and thought about how this could be your life every day. You could sip wine and eat amazing food with a deliriously sweet man and his beautiful daughter.

Your plates have been cleared and you took a deep breath, looking at him earnestly.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

You huffed, “I just, I like you I do. I really do. But I feel like I need to know more about what the future would hold if we were to take this step.”

He nodded, “Do you have any questions in mind?”

Leaning on the table you tapped your fingers to your chin, running through all the possibilities the next 30 years could hold should you end up together. “Do you want any more kids?” You ask.

“No, I think I’m past that. Do you?” he asked, slightly nervous.

You shook your head, “No, I like kids, I mean I have to for my job. But I don’t really need any of my own. But I love Liliana, don’t think I wouldn’t be so so happy to be a part of her life.”

He smiled and nodded.

“When do you think you are going to retire?” You asked, sipping from your wine.

“Well, I can technically do that anytime, but probably in less than 10 years. I do enjoy getting out and having a routine still.” He stretched into his seat as he could tell this could take a while.

You bounced questions back and forth to one another for a while, and continued to be surprised by how well your lives could actually line up with one another. There was just one thing that you couldn’t get off your mind.

“Okay, last question because I think it’s gonna be a doozy.” He nodded, leaning his elbows on the table so he could listen more intently to you. “You never told me what you did before you had this company, or really any stories from before that or before Liliana was born. Why is that?” Your voice grew quieter with each word, fearful of what he may say.

His head dipped slightly, and he rubbed his chin with his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you awaited his response.

“So, I grew up here in Texas, didn’t have a lot of money so the only real career prospects I had was in the military. I enlisted right out of high school. Spent the next, 15 years I guess as a pilot for special forces. Got out, circumstances changed, had to get back in and then the money I received as payment for a final job allowed me to buy that company. It allowed me to set myself, and my daughter, up for a good life. I didn’t do the best things to get that money, but it has been worth it, so far at least.” His eyes looked sad, he was suddenly nothing like the suave and confident man that had strutted into your classroom all those months ago.

He looked at you like you may completely disappear on him; he reached his hand out, “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please.”

You looked at his hand, taking in everything he just told you. He was such a kind man and had treated you so well in every way possible. He clearly had some broken pieces of himself still inside, but who’s to say you’re not the one to mend those pieces.

Just as he was about to give up hope and pull his hand back, you leapt from your seat and rushed to his side. He quickly followed your lead and stood up to you. Your eyes met his with an intense heat, you looked down at his lips and lunged yourself forward into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you flung yours around his neck. His tongue pecked at your lips, and you gladly opened them to allow yourselves to deepen and lick your tongues against each other’s. He pulled his mouth free and rested his forehead against yours.

“Are we doin’ this sweetheart?” he asks, breathing deeply.

You swallowed hard, and then nodded your head against his.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen grew on his face and he latched himself back onto you with a passionate moan.

 He took you back to his place and you ended up in the living room, still dressed to the nines with champagne and chocolate cake. He had undone the top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his chest. You drank your champagne and stared at his skin, trying desperately not to reach out and touch it. At this point, you’d had not just a little bit, but a lot a bit of champagne and were really feeling it in your core. Even as he sat before you, explaining what he does on an average day in the office or on a site, you nodded as if you were paying attention, but not a single word was entering your ears as you noticed again how broad his shoulders were.

“So, my head contractor Mike, he,”

“You look comfortable.” You blurted out, taking him by surprise. He looked at you confused, you pointed lazily to his chest, to which he looked down and huffed out a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Hope you don’t mind.” He said with a wink, noticing how your eyes stayed still on his exposed skin. “Are you comfortable or would you like me to find you something to wear?”

You popped your eyebrows up at his question, “Yeah, fuck. That would be great I’d love to get out of this thing.” You downed the rest of your champagne and stood up from the couch.

He followed your lead and grabbed your hand. You went up behind him on the staircase in the entry way to the bedrooms.

The hallway had doors on doors on doors. You followed him to the one at the very end of the hallway and gasped as he swung it open. The bed was definitely a California King and had a fluffy cream comforter on it with a few pillows scattered on top. The walls had paintings of planes and helicopters, a little out of place from the rest of the house, but more his style. You nearly tripped when you ran to the right side of the room and poked your head into the huge closet. It was only half full of his suits and dress shirts, some jeans stacked neatly on top of the dresser.

“Holy shit, I wanna live in this closet.” You exclaimed.

He laughed, “Well, there’s plenty of room still in there for ya.”

You looked back at him, remembering why you wanted to come up here in the first place. It was not to figure out how to organize your shoes in the closet that’s for sure.

Swaying your hips you returned to him standing near the bed. “Can you get my zipper for me?”

He swallowed deeply, looking you up and down. “I think I can manage.”

With a shit eating grin on your face, you turned and moved your hair off your back, collecting it in your hands.

You felt his warm hands touch the top of your back and you shivered at the feeling. Then, your zipper could be felt slowly making its way down until it hit the bottom, just above your ass.

You turned coyly, keeping the dress up by holding it to your breasts. He stood looking down at you, eyes darkening, waiting. You slowly pulled your hands free from the material and helped it shrug down your body, finally stepping out of it.

He took a step back, admiring your body in the lingerie that had been set out for you. “Damn it hermosa, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”

You snickered, reaching out, you grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him back to you, peeling the jacket off his shoulders. He threw it to the side and tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. You popped your eyebrows up and leaned in for a kiss. You made quick work unbuttoning his shirt as your tongue swept around his mouth. Undoing the last button, he pulled it off his shoulder and past his wrists. You ran your hands down his bare chest and started nipping at his jaw. He smiled into you, caressing your body with his hands before swiftly pulling you up into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning down to plant a kiss on his open mouth. He turned towards the bed and threw you down onto it. You landed with a laugh and winked at him, making a come here signal with your finger.

He smirked and climbed onto the bed on top of you, slotting one of his thighs between your legs. Desperately lapping each other up you could’ve kissed for hours, but he had better plans for you.

Kissing your neck slowly he moved down your body to your breasts, pulling at the fabric of the bra and allowing one of them to fall out. He grunted lowly before latching on. Biting and swirling your nipple in his mouth, you moaned loudly, and he slid a hand under your back, pulling you up so your aching core was rubbing against his thigh. Your nipple popped out of his mouth, and he looked at you with hungry eyes. You leaned forward to slip your hands under your back and unclasp the bra, throwing it who knows where.

His mouth continued down until it reached the top of your panties grabbing them ferociously with his teeth. His hands took them swiftly and yanked the material down your legs. He stood above you, basking in your bare body and dripping core.

“Fuck me.” Francisco hummed to himself.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You replied, giving him a smirk.

Biting his lip he looked down at your pussy, and fell to his stomach to line his mouth up with your entrance. You let out a desperate moan as he slipped his tongue between your folds and licked up into your clit. His technique was incredible, completely undoing you in minutes. Sucking and licking with precision. You were so wet that sounds coming off his tongue were intoxicating.

“Just like that baby, fuck- yes don’t stop, Franc-,” you moaned, hands reaching back to grab the pillow behind you.

With a few more swipes from his tongue and a nudge at your clit from his nose you fell undone under him. Your moan shocked even you and his face never wavered as he let you ride it out on his tongue.

You finally felt your head stop spinning, thinking he would be done when you felt him double down. Your back arched as his two fingers slid inside your dripping pussy. He curled his one finger inside, flicking it out onto your clit while he kissed your thigh. You grabbed the chocolate curls on his head and whined. You didn’t think it could get any better when all of sudden both of hands came to your core and with a finger hooked in you on either side, pulled your sore pussy open to allow his tongue entrance. You felt his warm tongue in parts of you that you never knew one could reach and instantly cried out as your next orgasm not only flowed through you, but all over his face. You squirted on his tongue and beard as he still let you ride out your high.

Coming to a still, you tried to regulate your breathing. He pulled himself up from you and wiped his mouth with his hand, smirking at you. You rose as quickly as your trembling legs would let you onto your knees and licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Grabbing his belt, you undid it and pulled it free before unbuttoning his pants and motioning for him to take them off.

Francisco backed off the bed and pulled his pants, boxers and socks off before returning to you. Your eyes widened not only at the length but the girth he had. He was the biggest you had ever seen in person. You took his length in your hand and offered a few casual strokes, earning a groan from him. In one fell swoop he grabbed your thighs and threw you back on the bed, head hitting the pillows behind you. He laid down between your open thighs and rubbed them.

“Do you have any condoms?” You asked.

“Well, I actually got a vasectomy a few years back and I’m clean so unless,” he replied, gauging your response.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m clean too.”

He smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips with a feverish kiss.

Grabbing his length, he lines up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You grab his shoulders to sturdy yourself as the stretch overtakes you. It both burns and feels amazing at the same time. He pushes the rest of himself into your aching pussy and looks at you with heat filled eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so tight hermosa. Feels s’fucking good.”

You nod as he starts moving his hips into yours. You grunt as he picks up the pace, rocking deep into you. “Ugh b-baby.”

He huffs, “Is that really what you wanna call me?”

You looked at him puzzled.

Smiling he says, “You, know. I know that nick name the teachers gave me.” Your eyebrows popped up, “Daddy Morales? You ever called me that?”

Smirking, you shake your head, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sensations building inside you.

“Maybe I want you to call me that, huh?”

“Want me to call you daddy?” you ask with a devilish grin.

He looks down at your body beneath him as he rocks deep into you. “Yeah, I do, I really do.”

You reach your body up and whisper in his ear, “Make me want to.” Nipping his ear with your teeth you laid your body back down and rolled your hands on his chest.

He let out a deep growl and pulled out of you. He flipped you over onto your stomach and slotted your legs together, situating himself with his thighs on either side of you. His hands slid beneath your hips and tugged them up, so your ass was slanted, exposing your already puffy pussy from between your legs. He slid back inside you and squeezed your ass.

The force he had from behind was insatiable, pounding insensately into you. The bracelets and necklace that you still wore banged against your skin with the movement. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten again as the over stimulation washed over you. He slapped your ass sharply and you let out a moan. A few more deep plunges and you were launched into your third orgasm.

You grabbed the sheets beneath you and screamed, “Oh fuck daddy yes! Ugh, daddy fuck me!”

He grunted and spilled himself inside you, swelling to an unimaginably bigger size, causing your orgasm to linger and spin your head until you both fell exhausted.

Panting on your shoulder, he let out a huffed laugh, “Fuck, that was so fucking hot.”

He pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the emptiness you suddenly felt. You did your best to catch your breath and slink out of the bed, grabbing the tossed aside panties and retreating to the ensuite on the opposite side of the room from then the closet.

When you returned, Francisco was lying in bed with his bare chest still out, resting his arm over his eyes. You smiled and jumped onto the bed before sliding under the covers and resting your head on him.

He hummed, “That was really something sweetheart. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of that.”

Giggling to yourself, you replied, “Yeah, I think you’re pretty much stuck with me now. I don’t think I can find head like that anywhere else.”

He grinned and squeezed your shoulder with his hand, still smelling slightly like you.

“Alright, let’s get some shut eye. I’m a lot older than you and it is way past my bedtime.”

You swatted at him playfully but leaned into him to rest your eyes.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He said, planting a loving kiss to your head.

“Merry Christmas daddy.”

February came and you had officially left your job. A part of you was sad, but that didn’t last long as you spent more and more time with Francisco and Liliana over the last month and grew even closer to them. In celebration of your relationship being official, he rented a box at the Dallas Stars hockey game the first Saturday after your exit from Long Horn Academy.

You were waiting patiently in your apartment for him to arrive when you felt a buzz in your pocket and his name light up with a “here” text. You were wearing leggings, Converse, a simple hoodie and you threw a denim jacket over top as you left. Your Chanel purse draped over your shoulder of course.

Your eyes were met with a blinding light as you stepped into the parking lot of your apartment building. You looked around confused, as you didn’t see his Mustang anywhere. You were about to reach into your hoodie pocket for your phone when you heard a honk and glanced up. There was a passenger side window rolled down of a cherry red Range Rover over to your right, with a certain someone waiving you over.

Leaning into the window you asked, “Who’s is this?

“It’s yours hermosa.” he said confidently.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Get in.” He nodded to you.

Your mouth fell open as you climbed in and looked around at the stunning leather interior.

Francisco was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt with white running shoes, by far one of the most casual outfits you’ve ever seen him in.

You reached over and hugged him. “Thank you, this is amazing Francisco baby.”

He smiled, “You know, I know I told you Mr. Morales makes me feel old, but to be honest hermosa. Francisco makes me feel REALLY old.” He said with a chuckle.

You looked taken aback but smirked, “Okay, well now what am I supposed to call you?”

He glanced into the back seat and reached his right arm back. You watched as he pulled a baseball hat with a Standard Oil logo laden across the front and popped it firmly on his head, “Just call me Frankie.” 

@rmwarn90

I’ve never seen somebody so sad

And so depressed

And so lonely

Who’s also so sexy

And slays so hard

Keep being yourself

I’m pretty stoned and this is a list of Pedro characters I delusionally think I could pull if the circumstances were right; please hold all questions until the end of the presentation.

36 year old Joel Miller- I’m thinking meet cute in a coffee shop or our kids are on the same soccer team.

Frankie Morales- friends to lovers or random meeting at a bar.

Dieter Bravo- seems like a chill dude, think we could vibe and he doesn’t seem snobby. Met through mutual friends.

Marcus Moreno- never seen this movie but he seems wholesome and doesn’t think he needs like a supermodel. On the PTA together (hot)

Ezra- not his best look tbh (still fine, just not 46 y/o Joel), so I think we’d be pretty solid 7/10s together. Idk where you meet a man like that.

Pre-beard Marcus Pike- in a work setting we just fall in love talking about printer cartridges you know.

Eddie- he’s a cutie pie, I’m a cutie pie. Meet in college like Buffy.

Clint- might be down for a girl with daddy issues. Probably met buying smokes at the convenience store.

In conclusion, get it girl.

Take it out on me 

Inspired by the song by Florida Georgia Line 

Summary: Dating Tom hasn’t been easy these last few months; you’ve been forced to find comfort in the arms of his friend Frankie. But what happens when Frankies feelings develop to more than what you agreed to? 

Warnings and Information: 18 + minors, DNI, AU Tom and Frankie have no wives or kids, protected piv (on the pill, not mentioned), smut, oral f & m receiving, infidelity, emotionally abusive relationship, swearing, physical violence, reader has hair and breasts 

Word Count: 11k

“What’d he do this time?” Frankie asks deadpan as you press a 6 pack of beer into his chest on your way into his house.  

He closes the door and follows you into his kitchen. You turn and lean against the island, crossing your arms. “Why do you ask that?” You ask, trying not to sound too annoyed. 

Eyeing you with his brows raised, he places the beer on the counter and leans with his hands on either side of your body. His large frame dwarfing you between him and the counter. “I can tell you’ve been crying, and I always know anytime you show up at my door past 11 o’clock then he really must’ve pissed you off.” He says in a low voice. 

You sniffle slightly, annoyed that your flushed cheeks and smudged makeup outed you from your cry on your way over here. You begin to well up again, how do you keep finding yourself in this situation. The tears begin to push at your lashes before you can stop them, so you look at the pot lights above you and blink rapidly. “I just, I don’t know why he keeps treating me like that you know?”  

“Shh, shh it’s okay baby.” He whispers, pulling you close as you start to sob into his chest, pooling his green t-shirt into your fists. “None of us know why Tom does anything, trust me.” He kisses you gently on your head and rubs the spot with his hand.  

You pull away slightly and look up at him, “I don’t’ know what to do Frankie, I’m so fucking fed up.” Your hands are still twisted in his shirt as his rest around your waist. His strong arms defined as you pull his shirt tighten and the sleeves struggle to hold place around his muscles. 

He shrugs and lets out a breath, “Take it out on me baby.”  

With that you pull him in to latch your mouth against his. He squeezes your body tightly and moans into you. You quickly deepen the kiss and lick into his mouth, his hat tapping onto the top of your head as your face move against each other’s. His hands slide down your body over your ass until they land on your upper thighs. Your hands rise up to wrap around his neck as he hoists you effortlessly up into his arms and starts walking down the hall towards his bedroom.  

You break for a second and let out a laugh, “What about the beer?” 

“Don’t need beer, only thing I need to taste right now is you.” He says before attacking your mouth again and kicking the bedroom door closed with the heel of his cowboy boot.  

The next morning you are back in your car, checking the time once again to make sure Tom will have headed to work already. 2 years you’ve been dating Tom, and 4 months you’ve been sleeping with one of his best friends Frankie behind his back. That title is loose of course, no one is really Toms friend, just his army buddies. From your conversations with Frankie, you quickly discovered that none of them ever really liked Tom, he was just their leader and now they’re all indebted to each other due to everything they’ve been through. That’s probably why when you found yourself at Frankies door all those months ago, bitching and moaning about what an asshole Tom could be, he was more than happy to return your kiss. You can’t even remember why you were there, all you know is Frankie was sweet and considerate and listened to you, and when the drinks flowed a little too freely and his messy brown hair curled out of his hat, you took your chance to kiss a real man, and boy did he ever kiss you back. Ever since, every time Tom says something that particularly pisses you off, you tell him you’re going to stay at your sisters, while secretly you’re making your way over to Frankies for a lustful night that gives you enough energy to go back to your burdened life. Tom has his moments, where he lets his guard down and is kind, but soon the anger would return and he’d say some rude and humiliating comment towards you, and the cycle would start over again.  

No one could know, because no one would understand. Tom would kill Frankie, and if he didn’t, he would surely lose Will, Benny and Santi as well. He was risking everything for you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Surely, he didn’t have feelings for you, it was just about sex. But still, every time he opens the door for you, you wonder why he lets you take his life into your hands. 

Standing in your kitchen at the end of the day you peel potatoes for dinner. Cutting them into small slices and placing them into a bowl. The door opens across the house and your breath hitches, realizing Tom is finally home. His footsteps fill the house as he makes his way towards the kitchen. You bite your lip and look down at the task in front of you. The darkness of his large body fills your peripheral vision, and you feel him move to stand beside you.  

He clears his throat, and you look up from the counter to be met with his dark brown eyes and eyebrows pulled together. He leans on the counter with his hand, his other pulled behind his back. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” You say back quietly.  

He lets out a deep breath, “I know I messed up last night, I’m sorry.” His other arm moves and pulls out a small bouquet of wildflowers.  

You pull your lips in, you’ve told him a dozen times your favourite flowers are red roses, but you figure it’s the thought that counts. Reaching out you nod and accept them with a quick acknowledgement. A smile spreads on his face, and he leans in to kiss your cheek.  

“Love you baby.” He says as he moves past you to leave the kitchen, before quickly stopping and continuing. “Oh, by the way, the guys are going to play pool at Chucks on Friday night. You uh, - you can come if you want. Like a date.”  

Nodding you say, “Oh yeah, sounds good.”  

He smiles and continues towards the washroom. You return to chopping the vegetable, smiling to yourself at the prospect of seeing Frankie again. 

Friday night rolls around and you finish getting ready. Your tightest jeans with heeled boots and a crop top. You don’t normally dress this sexy when you hang out with Toms friends, or even Tom for that matter, but Frankie has been making you feel so desirable lately that you figure it’ll be a nice little treat for him.  

“Come on babe, the guys are waiting. I don’t need them ragging on me that my ball and chain made me late!” Tom calls from downstairs.  

You roll your eyes and finish applying your lip gloss, pursing your lips to see how kissable they look. One more fluff of your hair and you head downstairs to see Tom standing at the end of the staircase staring at his phone.  

He finally looks up when you are near the end and does a double take when he truly notices you. “Damn baby. You look good, this because of those flowers I got you?” he asks, pulling you into his arms.  

You let out a chuckle and place your hand on his chest, “Yeah, of course. Wanted to treat my man to a good view tonight.” You say, trying not to sound too sarcastic. He buys the innocence of course, he always does.  

Chucks is the guy’s typical hang out spot, when they’re not hanging out at one of your houses of course. A fairly large spot with lots of seating and multiple pool tables and dart boards, creating a busy enough space but you’re still able to get a drink from the bartender without waiting for half an hour.  

Tom pushes the door open and steps aside to let you through, you give him a courteous smile and walk past him towards the usual spot in the far corner. The guys have put their military life behind them, but not without keeping a few quirks, like having to be able to view the entire room at all times. Benny and Will are already seated at the long table, arms spread out with a beer in front of each of them. They notice you approach, and Will rises out of his seat, he rests his hand on your back and places and a familiar kiss to your cheek as they say their welcomes. Tom rounds the table and slaps Benny on the shoulder which earns a wince of pain from the younger man.  

“What, you still sore from that fight?” He laughs. 

Benny rubs his shoulder with his hand and tilts his head back and forth to stretch his neck while you take a seat beside Will. “Yeah man, that was a rough one.” 

“Well, maybe if you spent less time on your back during the fight you wouldn’t be so sore.” Tom comments before turning to you. “Hey babe, can you grab me a pitcher?”  

You take a deep breath in your nose and nod before rising from your seat and walking over to the bar. After ordering a glass of wine and Toms beer, you turn and lean against the cool countertop to look back at the table, the three of them casually talking. The sound of the door slamming closed grabs your attention and you watch from your spot as Santi and Frankie walk in, heading directly towards the men in the corner. Santi is unaware of your presence, but almost as if Frankie can feel your eyes on him, he turns his head slightly in your direction and catches your gaze. You watch breathless as he eyes you until he passes and turns his head back to the attention of the man beside him. You turn towards the counter and lean against it, head dizzying as the memories of Frankie the other night cloud you. The way he sucked your clit until your screamed, the way he pushed you down into the mattress as he took you from behind, whispering to you about how much of an idiot Tom is for letting a woman as beautiful as you out into the world.  

 The sound of the pitcher, a cold glass and wine glass hitting the counter in front of you snaps you out of your trance. Your head swings up and you smile pleasantly at the bartender before giving her some cash. You look at the display in front of you and think about how you’re going to get it all back. Taking the glass, you tuck it into your right elbow before grabbing the wine glass with your right hand and taking the pitcher into your left. You cautiously walk back to the table. As you approach, Frankie looks over Santi from his seat beside Tom and quickly rises, jogging over to you.  

“Here, let me take that hermosa.” He whispers to you, taking the pitcher out of your hand and giving you a soft smile.  

You return the smile and pluck the glass out of your elbow with your now free hand. Your eyes stay on each other for a moment before you blink and move past him to your seat between Will and Santi. Frankie realizes his pause and moves quickly back to the table. He slides the beer onto the hard wood top and comments, “Nice of you to get drinks for all of us Tom but I don’t share glasses.” He says with a laugh. 

Tom reaches over and slides the glass towards himself, “Nice try Morales, but I don’t share anything.” He says with a joking tone and begins to pour himself a drink.  

You eye Frankie through your lashes at the comment and bite your tongue to prevent the chuckle that wants to erupt at the irony of his words.  

After the group has sufficiently drank their fair share of beer and you’ve nursed your wine, knowing damn well you’ll be driving a hammered Tom home even though he said he would DD, you make your way over to the pool tables. 

“Alright teams, Pope and Fish, Ironhead and I, and Benny you can have my girl. She always messes me up-,” He says before catching your annoyed gaze, “Because you’re too damn pretty babe, you distract me.” He says with a joking smile on his face.  

You nod and pick up your stick, “Mhm, sure blame your losing streak on me.” You say with a sweet but poisonous voice.  

Frankie chokes on his beer at your joke and quickly tries to cover it up when Tom turns his head towards him menacingly, “Fuck-,” he coughs, “Sorry, down the wrong pipe.” He pats his chest as Tom turns his attention away from him and back to you. “Alright, since you’re such a pro, care to place a bet?” He asks. 

You feel the eyes of everyone on you and you shrug, “Sure, what’s the wager?” 

He leans on the pool table and looks you up and down, “If I win, you have to wear that little number I got you for Valentines for me again.” He says with a wink.  

Your cheeks grow red with embarrassment as the guys widen their eyes at each other and try not to engage. Frankie coughs once more and then looks at the ground. The thought of the lacey red lingerie he got you flashes in your eyes, you didn’t have any problem with it, but you didn’t particularly care to wear it for Tom. Bringing your gaze back to his you counter, “Fine, and what do I get?” 

“What do you want?”  

You think for a second, “I want, - I want you to watch the Bachelor with me and you can’t say a single mean thing about it.”  

He begins to roll his eyes, and you continue, “And no eye rolling either, or grunts or general displeasure at all.” You say, crossing your arms and giving him a smug look.  

Frankie watches from the side, pretending to chalk his cue as he listens in on your conversation that from the outside eye would seem like a generally pleasant and funny interaction between a couple. His mind, however, ventures to the time you had a Bachelor viewing party with your friends and Tom sat there and joked about it the entire time, humiliating you in front of them. The show was done at 10, your friends were gone by 10:15 and by 11 you had finished your fight with Tom, packed your things and were crashing your mouth into his the moment he opened the door.  

Tom sucks his teeth in and then nods, “Okay deal.” He offers his hand, and you bounce forward to shake it. He takes your hand and pulls you in close to whisper in your ear. “Make sure you wear your red heels too baby.” 

You roll your eyes and swat at him playfully, completely prepared to kick his ass during the game.  

You and Benny start against Frankie and Santi and the conversation is light and fun while Tom pokes you in the side to try to make you miss. You and Benny beat them by a few balls; however, you swear Frankies hand slipped on purpose a few too many times. You sit back and watch Tom and Will take on Frankie and Santi. Frankies skills exponentially improve during the game, but Will is too much of a sharpshooter for them to win.  

Tom leans into you, “Almost time to strap into that little piece for me baby.” He says before placing a kiss to your head and taking his shot.  

Rounding the table to the side facing the rest of the bar you eye your shot and pass the cue between your hands before finding your place. You bend over to line up the cue with the white ball and eye the shot.  

A group of men are passing by the pool table and one of them stops in his tracks. He takes notice of your curved ass as you’re bent over against the table and takes a double take before motioning for his friends to look as well.  

You take your shot and hit the ball right into the hole. Straightening up you smile and look up at everyone. Will and Benny have low hung faces, and Santi is rubbing his eyes, Frankie is just looking at you apologetically. Your eyebrows furrow until you finally notice Tom and the furious look on his face as he stomps past you. You turn in your spot confused to see him grab a guy’s shirt and start spitting in his face. 

“The fuck you checking out my girl for?” he asks with a gruff voice.  

The guy throws his hands up and looks to his friends who stand on shocked, “Whoa, man. I didn’t know, calm down.” 

You move to address Tom, but Frankie grabs your elbow and shakes his head at you. You look at him concerned but watch as Benny and Will move past you and stand around Tom.  

Will interjects, “Alright Tom, he didn’t know. Let him go.”  

Tom looks at the distressed face of the man in his clutches and the pleading eyes of his friends and releases his grip. The man quickly scurries away with his friends to the bar exit. Benny pats Toms back and tries to turn his attention back to the table. 

Tom turns, Frankie quickly let’s go of your elbow and steps back, placing his hands in his pockets.  

You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows at Tom, “Seriously? What the fuck was that?” You bite.  

He looks at your exasperated, “He was checking out my girl, what was I supposed to do?” 

“Um, ignore it. Who cares if someone checks me out?” you counter. 

“I care, maybe if you dressed a little less provocatively, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” He snips at you, crossing his arms right back at you.  

You huff a laugh, “You didn’t seem to mind when we left?” 

“Well now I do mind.”  

Will steps closer, “Hey guys, can you not do this here? Let’s just move on, okay?” 

You and Tom eye each other, and you swallow deeply, “It’s still my turn.” You say, picking up your cue and moving around the table to the where the cue ball landed.  

The rest of the game Tom misses almost every shot, muttering to himself with frustration and annoyance. Benny finally lands the 8 ball in his chosen pocket, even Wills skills aren’t enough to recover from Toms mishaps.  

You laugh and high five with Benny while Tom shakes his head. You try to smile and walk over to him to pat his arm, “It’s okay Tom, it’s just a game.”  

“I was distracted.” He snarks. “I’m gonna get some air.” he says before bounding towards the exit.  

Will and Benny follow along and Santi excuses himself to go talk to the brunette he has been eyeing the whole game at the bar. You turn and look at Frankie, he smiles gently and moves to lean on the pool table in front of you.  

“So that was, a lot.” He comments, taking his hat off his head to run his large hand through his locks before placing it back on.  

You smirk, “Yeah, well that’s Tom for you.” 

“I’ve always wondered, after those fights between the two of you, what happens when you get home?” he asks intently. 

Shrugging, you pass your weight between your feet. “We drive home in silence; he lays on our couch and watches some war movie he’s seen a hundred times and falls asleep to the sound of gun fire.”  

Frankie nods, “And you?” he asks quietly. 

You grin and step forward but not close enough to cause a stir. You reply, just loud enough for him to hear you, “And I, go to our room, peel off all my clothes, slide into our bed, slip my hand down under our covers, and touch myself, thinking about how someone else makes me moan more than he ever has.” 

His ears begin to turn red, and a devilish grin sparks on his face. He wants to reach out and touch you, the way he’s wanted to touch you since he saw you in that tight little outfit. Frankie looks you up and down. “You know those jeans of yours are causing a lot of issues tonight. I’m gonna have to take care of one of them by myself when I get home.” He whispers.  

“That was the plan baby.” You say with a wink. “If I were to call next Saturday while Tom is at his brothers, would you be home?”  

“You can just come over, you ain’t gotta call.” He counters with a smile, which you return.  

Your flirty conversation is cut short as you hear Santi stomp over and lean against the table next to Frankie.  

“Well, that was a bust. Got a boyfriend.” He laments. 

The rest of the guys soon return, and Tom wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Ready to go baby?”  

You nod and say your goodbyes, your eyes trailing on Frankie before Tom turns you in your spot and you head towards the door.  

The next Saturday comes, and you bid Tom farewell in the morning for his overnight visit a few hours away to his brother, leaving you alone to your own devices. You haven’t seen Frankie since that night at the bar, and you are certainly ready. Between the way Tom acted that night and his consistent comments on your outfits since then and whether or not they were appropriate is driving you up the wall.   

Tying the belt on your long trench coat you buzz with anticipation before grabbing your overnight bag and heading out the door.  

Frankies face immediately lights up when he opens it and sees you standing there, illuminated perfectly by his porch light in the darkness of the evening.  

He eyes your coat and comments, “You cold? Thought it was still pretty warm out.”  

Shaking your head you grin, “Nope, not cold.” 

Smirking he steps aside in the doorway, “Well then, take off your coat, baby come on in.”  

You pass him, the sound of your red heels hitting the hardwood floor fills the room. You place your bag on the floor and turn to him with a knowing look. He closes the door and puts his hands in his back pockets, trying to figure out what you’re hiding.  

“What you uh, what you got going on under that coat there missy?” he asks playfully pointing to your coat.  

Biting your lip, you undo the belt on the coat and slowly pull down the zipper before holding the coat open by placing your hands on your hips.  

Frankies mouth begins to water, and his eyes widen, taking in the look of you standing in his living room with a red lacey lingerie bodysuit and red heels. He chuckles, “This? Is this the one Tom was getting on about last week?” 

You nod and he continues, “You didn’t wear it for him I guess?” 

“Nope.” You confirm with a strong P.  

“Hm, just for me then?” he asks with a wink.  

Stepping closer to him you run your hands up and down his broad chest, “Just for you.”  

“Well then, let’s see how long it lasts on you.” He moves his hands to your shoulders and shucks the coat off, throwing it on the back of his couch before bringing them to your jaw. He grazes his strong nose around your face as your mouth lays open in anticipation. Your breathing grows laboured until he finally licks into your mouth and presses his body against yours. The ecstasy courses through your veins as you devour each other’s mouths, you finally break to grab his hand and lead him to his bedroom. He follows at arm reach so he can watch your ass bounce in the lacey thong of your lingerie. You pull him into his room and move him to sit on his bed. Kneeling on either side of his thighs you push him down flat on the bed. He grunts and then perches up on his elbows to take in the display you have before him.  

“Fuck, you are-,” his hands move on your hips and squeeze, “fucking beautiful baby. Whatever hell he’s putting you through, I can’t wait for you to take it out on me.”  

You smile and lunge down to him, taking his mouth in yours as you fumble with his belt. Pulling his zipper down you reach into his boxers and pull out his long hard cock. Rubbing it up and down, spreading the precum that oozes out of it onto his length. You break your kiss and slide down onto your knees on the floor and lean forward. He watches as you take him into your mouth, tasting the saltiness as you work him up and down.  

Frankie groans as he watches you with your mouth stretched around him. “Oh yeah you take that cock so well baby.” You hum around him and his head falls back, “Ugh, fuck that feels so good. I just wanna keep asking you questions so you can keep doing that. Fuck, you like having me in the back of your throat baby?” 

You hum again and sink lower, so he bounces off the back of your throat, it earns a satisfying moan from his lips. “That’s right, you like how much I fill you up?” Another vibration shoots down his length from the back of your throat as you work him. “Do I fill you up more than Tom?”  

You look up at him through your lashes and twist him in your hand as you moan in acknowledgement, sending a shiver up his spine.  

“That’s right baby, he can’t satisfy you like I can. Fuck, baby I’m not gonna last much longer the way your mouth is right now. Come here, I need to feel you.” 

You pop his cock out of your mouth and give it a chaste kiss before rising to your feet. He immediately grabs you and spins you around to fall flat on the bed. You giggle as you scoot up to rest your head on the pillow. Frankie stands from the bed and pulls his clothes off one by one, all the while taking a mental picture of you, laying on his bed in the bright red lingerie and heels that Tom bought you. His cock may explode from how turned on the sight makes him.  

He quickly climbs onto the bed and pushes your legs open to be on either side of him. His fingers trail down the lace bodysuit to find the buttons between your legs, he pops them open and slides his hand up and down your slick, pumping his fingers into you slowly.  

You moan at the sensation, he leans forward, taking his cock in his hand and nudges at your entrance. You look at him confused, “Aren’t you gonna take this off?” 

He shakes his head, “Nah, you look too perfect. Wanna fuck you in it baby.” 

With that he slides into your hole, and you let out an agonizing moan, his size shocks you every time. He bites his lip and looks down at where your bodies meet before sliding back on his knees and pushing your knees up near your chest. He starts to pound into you incessantly, hitting your g spot perfectly with each movement. It’s fast and hard but your body courses with energy as your clit bounces off his hair just above the base of his cock. 

He looks at how your back begins to arch and stutters, “Not yet, baby, - please I wanna cum with you. Just hold on I’m almost there.”  

You squeeze your eyes shut and whimper, “I’m trying, it feels, fuck I’m almost there.”  

“I know, I know I can feel it, just,- just-,” his mouth falls open as he releases inside you. The swell of his already large length inside you hurtles you into your orgasm as you can no longer hold it back any longer. He slowly pumps in and out, painting your walls as you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath as the sensation flows through you.  

He finally stills and lowers to rest his head between your breasts. He pants as the sweat on his forehead seeps onto your already damp skin. You rub your face with your hands and let out a deep breath of satisfaction. His head still lay on your chest, you watch his curly locks fall and rise with your chest as your breathing settles. You run your hands through his hair, and he lets out a chuckle.  

“That was amazing as always.” He says, finally raising his body off yours and leaning back on his haunches. “Let me get you a washcloth, and then I’ll grab us some food for bed.” He says with a wink, before pulling himself off the bed and heading to his ensuite bathroom.  

You lay and watch his tight butt leave the room. Grinning to yourself, you roll over on the bed and rest your head on the pillow, trying to identify the reason for the warmth that seems to be growing in your chest.  

You blink slowly, taking in the light that is streaming in the crack in the curtains. The smell is familiar but not home, the pillow is comfortable, but not worn in. You take a breath in and roll over, taking in the sight of Frankie still shirtless sprawled out beside you. Smiling, you reach over to the nightstand and check your phone. A text from Tom is highlighted, saying what time he’ll be home in the afternoon. You raise up on the bed and stretch, the bend in the mattress causes Frankie to stir. 

He opens his eyes in his sleepy haze and reaches for your leg as you go to turn to the edge of the bed. “Hey, stay in bed.”  

You huff out a laugh, “I can’t, I should get going.” You say, standing up and rummaging around in your overnight bag to find more acceptable clothing to wear home.  

He sits up on his elbow, “Already? It’s still early.”  

Pulling on your shorts you shrug, “I know, I’m gonna go get some cleaning done around the house today.” 

He bites his lip and drums his hands on the bed, “I was uh, - I was actually thinking we could go for breakfast. If you want?” he asks, his voice growing nervous.  

You stop your movement and straighten up. Scratching your head you comment, “That’s um, that doesn’t sound like something two people having an affair would do Frankie. Sounds more like a date.”  

He nods awkwardly as you continue to dress. “Yeah, yeah I guess. That’s uh, something Tom takes you out for then?”  

Shrugging you reply, “I mean, not really. But yeah, breakfast is really something I should do with my boyfriend.”  

“Right, right.” His voice drifts off and you eye him suspiciously.  

“Okay, well, - uh thanks for last night. It was fun.” You say, pulling your bag onto your shoulder. 

“Yeah, of course. See you later.” He tries a half smile, but you can tell its forced.  

Deciding to just excuse yourself from the awkwardness you head out the door. The drive back home isn’t filled with the release of stress that it normally does after Frankie spends the night filling you up, instead it’s filled with confusion. Did he ask you on a date? Did you feel something for him last night? Did you like the way his sheets smelt like his body wash? Could you even be entertaining thoughts of Frankie? Tom drives you crazy, but the beginning of the relationship was so great. You fell into each other quickly, moved in after a year of dating, talked about getting a dog from the shelter, the whole thing. You don’t know exactly when things went bad and his treatment changed, but it pushed you into another man’s arms and you aren’t exactly proud of that. You don’t want to be pulling Frankie into your messy situation, and maybe you shouldn’t even be in this situation at all. All you can think about is whether it would be harder to stay or go.  

Settled on the couch with your chores done, you check the time and see that Tom should be home soon. Your heart bounces in your chest as you wait for the click of the door. Your attention quickly being drawn when the sound comes, and you hear Tom calling you from the door.  

“I’m home!”  

“In here!” you call from the living room.  

He rushes in and grabs the tv remote, turning it off and then sitting down in front of you on the ottoman. 

Your face is confused by the sudden interruption, and you perk up on the couch as you wait for him to address you.  

Tom sits there quietly for a second and bounces his leg before nodding and speaking, “We need to talk.”  

Your eyebrows pop up and you straighten up further. “We do?” 

“Yeah, yeah, we do. Something -,” he pauses to clear his throat. “Something has been going on here and I’m not okay with it.”  

A lump forms in your throat, has he found out about Frankie? How could he have? You stutter out, “Um, what do you mean?” 

He takes a deep breath in and folds his hands in front of him, “I discovered something, while I was away that needs to end.”  

Waiting, your eyes bulge in anticipation.  

“I discovered that I have not been treating you how you deserve, and I need to do better.” He finally states. 

The hair on your arms settle but your mind races, “How um, how do you mean?” 

“I talked with my brother a bunch about us, and he pointed out a few instances where I treated you poorly. And then we talked more, and he pointed out a lot of instances where I treated you poorly. Looking back at it all, I do see what he’s saying and I wanna try to do better. So tomorrow I’m gonna schedule couples therapy for us, if you’re willing. To work on what’s been going on.”  

Your mouth gaps, and everything you’ve been thinking about the last day sprints through your mind all at once. “Oh, wow Tom. Yes, yes that sounds great.”  

He smiles and leans forward to take you into his arms, “Thanks baby, I really feel like this will be good. I’m gonna work hard, I promise.” 

His promise dances in your heart with hope and excitement. Until Frankies voice rings in your head. You shouldn’t need to see him anymore if Tom works through this, but you also don’t need to end it with him. It’s not like you were exclusive, he was always free to date others and end it with you. You’re sure you’ll both be able to let it go, right? 

The next time you see Frankie is at Wills a week and a half later, he’s invited everyone over to watch a hockey game. When he arrives, you give him a polite smile and distract yourself with the wine that you brought as Tom has finally held up his side of a DD agreement and is just drinking pop for the night. You find yourself in the kitchen putting together chips and dips when Will comes in during the first intermission.  

“Hey, you don’t have to do that.” He comments, rounding you at the counter to take one of the chip bags and start pouring them into a bowl.  

Shrugging, you reply, “I know but Tom asked for a snack so I figured I would just put something together for everyone.”  

He slows his motions and places the chips back on the counter, “How are, how are things going? Between you and Tom?”  

Taken aback by the question you hum, “Um, good actually. Yeah.” 

Will nods, “That’s good.”  

“Why, did he say something?” You ask suspiciously. 

“Yeah, he said that you’re going to couples therapy soon and he’s gonna try really hard to get back on the right track.” He says, with little confidence in his voice. 

Stopping what you’re doing, you turn to him and lean on the counter. “Why does your voice sound like that’s a bad thing?” You ask.  

He turns to you as well, “I just don’t want you getting hurt. I care about you, we all do, and we know what Tom is like. I don’t want you getting your hopes up for nothing.”  

His words cut through your skin like a knife, “I trust Tom and I think he’s changing. It’s a good thing.” You state confidently.  

Nodding, he collects the bowl of chips in his hands. “Okay, good. Just, be careful alright?”  

Rolling your eyes you turn back to the counter, “Whatever you say Will.” You reply sarcastically.  

He clears his throat and leaves the room; you immediately lean your hands on the counter and lower your head between your shoulders. How can he talk to you like that? You know what you’re doing, and they don’t know Tom like you do.  

Stomping back into the living room you hand Tom the tray and take a seat beside him on the couch. Sipping from your wine you eye Will across the room, unable to believe he would talk to you about Tom that way. He is changing, you know he is. When the second break comes, you decide you need to get some air rather than continue to stew in the living room.  

As you step out into the backyard with your third, fourth, maybe, glass of wine, you take a deep breath in and enjoy the sound of the frogs in Wills small pond. The rushing water of the stone water feature trickling into it begins to sooth your mind, until the creak of the screen door behind you snaps you out of your trance.  

Frankie steps into your view and nods politely, “Hey.” 

“Hey.” You say quietly, leaning against the railing of the deck as he moves to stand opposite you.  

He looks nervous as he runs his hand on his patchy beard, “I was actually hoping to talk to you tonight.” He states cautiously.  

Nodding you reply, “Okay, what about?” 

“About us.” He says, with a deep breath out.  

Your eyebrows raise and you take another sip of wine before responding. “Hm, what about us?” 

“You said that only your boyfriend should be taking you out on dates, and that’s what I want to be. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be that person who takes you out and treats you right.” His words rush out of his mouth as if they may stick to the back of his throat if he takes too long on them.  

“What?” you stutter, “Frankie, what are you talking about? Tom is my boyfriend; this was just hooking up and it’s over now.” You state, trying to convince both him and yourself.  

He shakes his head in confusion, “Since when was this over? Didn’t seem very over when you were in my bed last week.”  

“Well, it is now, Tom and I are going to work on our relationship.” You spit at him.  

He huffs a laugh, “And you didn’t care to tell me?” 

“I didn’t NEED to tell you; you knew what this was. We weren’t exclusive, you were always welcome to meet someone else. It’s not my fault you got hung up on me.” You state, the words taste awful after you say them. You immediately drink more of your wine to calm yourself and look away from the hurt look on his face.  

His jaw falls slack, “So this is my fault then? My fault that you came crawling into my bedroom, and my kitchen and my living room every time Tom pissed you off? I didn’t ask for any of this.” 

You shrug, “Well you certainly didn’t seem to mind every time I showed up in your depressing little life.” The venom stings your tongue, and you bite it quickly, unsure of any other word that may come out.  

Frankie scoffs and adjusts his hat, taking a step back. “And what’s gonna happen next time he does something stupid? What then?” 

Shaking your head you stand your ground, “That’s not gonna happen again. We’re working on our relationship, and we’re going to couples counselling. He even booked the appointment; we’re going next Wednesday after work.”  

“You think he’s going to change? A complete 180 degree turn with a few counselling sessions. I’ve known Tom for 15 years and he hasn’t even changed his fucking socks in that time.” He all but laughs in your face.  

“I am not having this conversation, Frankie.” You roll your eyes and push past him, unable to look at his smug face another second. He doesn’t call after you, he doesn’t chase you and ask you to reconsider. He just lets you go, just like every other time.  

The fight with Frankie plays in your head on repeat. You try to enjoy how Tom has been the last few days, all doting and communicative. But there’s just this ringing in your ear of something wrong and your heart aches a little more each day.  

After another long day of work, you walk into the house and shuck your shoes off. Relishing in the feeling of your feet finally getting to rest, you head to the kitchen and smile when you find Tom standing in the kitchen dethawing some meat for dinner.  

“Hey baby.” He smiles and steps forward to kiss your cheek as you place your lunch bag and purse on the counter.  

“Hey, how was your day?” You ask, sliding up to sit on the edge of the counter, dangling your feet freely.  

Nodding, he replies, “It was good, yeah fine. Um, before I forget, you know how we haven’t had poker night with the guys in a while?” he asks, passing his phone between his hands.  

“Oh yeah, it has been a while. Why?” You ask. 

“Well good news, it’s back baby! Wednesday evening this week.” He says enthusiastically.  

Your eyebrows furrow, “But that’s when our first counselling is.” 

He clears his throat, “Oh, yeah don’t worry about that. I already cancelled it.”  

“Cancelled it? Why would you do that?” You retort.  

“Because it’s poker night, I never miss poker night.” He justifies casually.  

Scoffing, you continue, “Why cancel it though, why not reschedule?”  

“Babe,” he starts, coming over to the counter to rest his hands on your legs. “Things have already been better right? We don’t need some jackass therapist telling us how to use I feel statements. Come one, it’s us. We got this.”  

His voice is calm, but his eyes are the same as they used to be, completely dismissive. Taking a deep breath, you question everything, but one question in particular comes to mind. “Who organized the poker night?” 

He releases his grip on your legs and steps back to the meat in the sink, “It was actually Fish’s idea. I don’t usually go around singing that guys praises but I’m pretty impressed by this one.”  

There it is, fucking Frankie meddling in your relationship. He completely set Tom up because you rejected him. You’re confused, and angry and a little flattered? No, no. A little turned on by his intrusion and commitment? Honestly, get it together. Tom is flipping back to his old self right before your eyes, you are spiraling and there’s only one person to blame for all this. 

Poker night arrives and your leg bounces in anticipation as you wait to finally tell Frankie off and ask him how he dares meddle in your relationship. Walking up the steps to Frankies house you halt for a second, recalling that just a few weeks ago you were stood in the very same spot, covered by a long trench coat, ready to have him take you apart right there at the door. The rest of the guys are already there when you enter and greet you cheerfully. Tom pops a top off a beer almost immediately and settles down at the table, jeering Benny about taking all his money.  

Bennys text had said that you were going to have pizza first and then play, so that should give you enough time as everyone waits for the delivery to reprimand Frankie. He’s not in the living room so you quietly excuse yourself to the kitchen for a glass of water.  

When you round the corner, you see Frankie standing at the counter pouring a mixed drink. He looks up at you and smirks to himself before capping the whiskey bottle. “Oh hey, didn’t know if you guys could make it. Didn’t know if you had plans or-,” 

His snarky comment is cut short as you grab his elbow and swiftly start pulling him with all the strength you can through the back and into the laundry room. 

“Hey.” He laments as you toss him forward and slam the door behind you.  

You turn to him and pull your lips tight, resting your hands on your hips. He looks you up and down, leaning back on the dryer behind him.  

“You know, I remember the last time we were in here.” He says with a devilish grin. 

You briefly recall the time Frankie took you from behind while bent over the moving dryer behind him. Rolling your eyes you step forward, “What is your problem?” 

“My problem? I don’t have a problem, but I know you do. And it’s the form of the 200-pound gorilla you choose to go home to every night.” He snips at you. “Do you even realize how long it took him to text me back the other night about tonight?” 

Crossing your arms, “An hour?” you guess deadpan.  

“A minute. He cares so little about you that it only took him a minute to decide that a stupid fucking poker night was more important than your relationship.” 

Waving your hands exasperated you all but yell at him, “Fine, Frankie. You win, Tom doesn’t love me, he’s a shitty boyfriend and I shouldn’t even be with him. Is that what you want to hear?” 

“No.” He answers calmly.  

“No?”  

“No. I don’t want to hear that you’re being treated like shit, because you don’t deserve to be treated like shit. I want to hear that you felt what I felt all those times. That you want to give us a shot.” He says earnestly.  

Your heart skips in your chest, this is not how you thought the conversation would go. You thought you’d tell him off, stomp off triumphantly and leave Frankie behind. Now, you’re standing in his laundry room, trying to figure out if all that warmth you felt, and all that contentment meant the same to you that it did to him.  

Your voice comes out quiet, “I don’t know Frankie.”  

“What don’t you know baby?” he asks softly, stepping closer now.  

Letting your breath out you whisper, “He’ll kill you, Frankie.”  

He shakes his head, “I can handle Tom.”  

“And your friends? You’re supposed to be a team. What are they gonna think?”  

“I’ll figure it out, you’re worth the risk.” 

Shaking your head you look at the wall, he leans down to bring your attention back. “You haven’t said no yet.” 

Turning back to look at him, tears slowly bubbling in your eyes, he offers a gentle smile, which you return. “Um, I am not saying I’m in love with you or anything, but I do like you, Frankie. I’m sorry I wish I had more to give you right now, but this is all so new to me.”  

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby. I’ll take whatever you can give me. All I need to know right now, is if it’s me or Tom.” He says, taking your face in his hands with hopeful eyes.  

Your head spins, but thankfully, it can land on an answer. Looking up at him through your lashes, his warm hands spread across your jaw line, you reply. “It’s, - it’s you, Frankie. It’s you.”  

With that his face flies forward and takes your mouth in his. Your hands come up to his waist as you pull each other closer. Your mouths moving in sync and passion flying, a new chapter being promised with every kiss.  

The door cracking open suddenly breaks you apart, only a second too late. 

“Hey babe are you-,” Tom starts as he opens the door, but his eyes quickly darken when he takes in the sight of Frankies hands moving down from your face and yours falling to your sides faster than humanly possible. He steps in and fills the frame of the door. “What the fuck is going on in here?” 

Frankie takes hold of your body, pushing it back behind him and holding a hand out in front between he and the thunderous man before him. “Tom, please not in front of her. Let’s take this outside.”  

Will and Benny suddenly appear at the door behind Tom, Will looks at the situation and questions, “Uh, what’s going on guys?” 

Tom bites out, “What’s going on is Morales is fucking my girl.”  

“Fish?” Benny asks, concern in his voice.  

Frankie waves both of his hands cautiously, “Seriously guys, let’s just not do this here.”  

You peak over Frankies shoulder, Toms face is redder than you’ve ever seen, and Santi has now joined, each of them looking fearful.  

Santi steps into the room and places a hand on Toms chest, “Okay man, just back up okay.” 

With steam pooling out of his ears, Tom starts stepping backwards, never breaking eye contact with Frankie. He finally turns and tosses the back door open to stomp into the yard.  

Frankie takes your hand and begins to walk past Santi, he gives him a light swat on the arm and mutters. “Estupido.” 

Will pushes the door open silently for you both as each of you slowly make your way into the back yard. Tom is stood with his hands on his hips glaring at the doorway, looking straight through you.  

Frankie lets go of your hand and you watch breathlessly as he approaches Tom, “Okay, now let’s talk about thi-,” a crack sounds as Toms fist pummels into his right cheek, tossing him aside slightly.  

You gasp and Santi grabs your arm to keep you close. Will and Benny immediately run to Toms side and go to restrain him. He shoves them off, “I’m fine, just, needed to get one out of my system.”  

Will and Benny look at Frankie as he regains his positioning, he nods and rubs his cheek with his hand. They back off slightly, but don’t give the man too much space so that he can’t jump on Frankie again.  

Frankie takes his hat off his head, breathing deeply and runs his fingers through his hair before placing it back on. “What do you want to know?”  

“How long?” Tom growls through gritted teeth.  

Taking a deep gulp he replies, “4 months.” 

“You son of a bitch.” Tom says, almost in a laugh. “You two are unbelievable. Had me as a fool this whole time. I’m gonna take a wild guess that you don’t visit your sister as much as you claim.” He says to you over Frankies shoulder.  

You pull your arm out of Santis grip and step up just past Frankie to look into Toms eyes. “I’m not going to blame this on you Tom, but there is a reason I was leaving all those nights that I ended up at Frankies. You treated me like shit over and over and I finally needed to just feel cared about.” 

He huffs a laugh, “You think he cares about you? You were an easy lay and he got to get back at me for all the times I’ve pulled rank on him.” He gestures to Frankie over your shoulder. 

“He does care about me Tom, more than you do.” You spit back at him.  

“Oh, so what, you’re in love with him now?” He questions.  

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head. “No, but I’m not in love with you either so that shouldn’t fucking matter now, should it?” 

He finally silences and looks at you earnestly, “So, this is it huh?” 

Nodding, you reply. “Yeah Tom. This is it. I know this isn’t how either of us thought this would end, but I just want you to know that even if it doesn’t mean anything to you, I don’t regret our relationship. We had some good times together and I hope you find someone who can take of you the way I couldn’t.” 

Silence fills the space as everyone waits for Toms next move, even you couldn’t have predicted when he puts his hands in his jean pockets and shrugs. “Alright. You can come and get your stuff anytime; I promise I won’t touch it.” He looks back and forth at Will and Benny, “Will you guys help her some time when I’m at work?” 

They nod in agreement, and he nods back. “Okay, I’m gonna go.”  

You nod and pull your lips tight, watching him as he passes by. You turn in your spot as he passes Frankie, he says nothing, only gives him a sharp shoulder bump as he continues through the yard and up the stairs to the house.  

Frankie looks at and tries to grin, the bruise on his cheek bone quickly developing. You move towards him and take his hands in yours, “I’m so sorry I ever pulled you into this mess Frankie.”  

He shakes his head, “Don’t be, I wouldn’t change a thing.”  

“Um, guys?” you hear Wills voice question. “The fuck happened?”  

Biting your lip, you turn to look at him and Benny, both confused.  

Frankie pulls you in and nods towards the door, “Come on, we’ll explain over pizza.” 

Stepping up Frankies front porch feels different this time. There’s no fear of getting caught, no risk, no anger or frustration. He’s not going to open the door and ask you what Tom did this time or for you to take it out on him. 

When he opens his door, his smile grows in surprise. “Hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming over.” He rests his hand on the doorknob.  

Shifitng the weight between your feet you smile at him, “Well, you did tell me I didn’t have to call.”  

“That I did, come on in.” He gestures for you to enter, which you happily accept.  

You make your way over to his couch and take a seat, he follows and sits down beside you, placing a hand on yours.  

“So how did moving go?” he asks intently. 

“It was, - it was fine. Will and Benny did all the heavy lifting. My sister was certainly surprised, but she said I could stay until I find a new place. I’m gonna start apartment hunting soon.” You say, letting some air and relief out.  

He nods and continues, “And do I wanna know how the talk with Tom went?” 

“Oh yeah. He was a lot madder than he was at your place, which I get. I did cheat on him after all, no matter how much I want to justify it.” You say and he nods, giving your hand a squeeze.  

“Is he staying in the house?”  

“Actually, he is gonna sell it and move.” You state. 

His eyebrows rise in surprise, “Move? Move where?” 

“He’s gonna move closer to his brother. He said he needed a fresh start, and his brother always helps him see clearer. He won’t be around the gang anymore, he said he’s done with that chapter of his life.” You say, your heart feels a bit of sorrow for him.  

Frankie pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers and lets out a deep breath, “I can’t believe I was the one who broke up the team, fuck.”  

You pull his hand closer and turn in your seat to face him, “Frankie, you didn’t do anything wrong. Tom and I were not meant to be together, and they all knew that. Do you realize how many times Benny or Santi checked in on me? Even Will told me to be careful. They knew it wasn’t right.” 

“I haven’t heard from any of them since that night.” He comments. 

Nodding, you reply. “I know, I talked to Will and Benny today. They said that they just need some time and to be there for Tom for now. But they’ll reach out soon, they still love you. They really do. It’ll come; I promise.”  

He bites his lip and nods before pulling his hand out of your grasp to wrap his arm around you. “Thank you, baby, I needed that. I just need you right now so that’s okay.”  

You give him a tight squeeze and then pull apart. Something catches your eye at the table by the entryway that you hadn’t see when you came in. Your eyes brighten when you ask, “What are those for?” gesturing to the bouquet of red roses laid down on their side on the small table, his keys and sunglasses scattered around them.  

He looks over his shoulder and licks his lips when he turns back to you, “I just thought you needed a little pick me up, you’ve had a rough week. Was gonna drop them off tonight.”  

Your chest warms again, and a smile breaks out across your face. You can’t help yourself as you lean forward and crash your lips onto his. His hand comes up to cup your jaw as your lips move as one.  

Desire for him builds in your body and you rise up to straddle his lap with your knees on either side of him, kicking off your sandals as you move. His hands glide to your ass and he gives you a tight squeeze through your light blue sundress. You grind down on him, the seem of his jeans catching on your clit through the thin material of your panties as they begin to dampen from your arousal. 

“Frankie,” you whisper, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Please, I need you.”  

He jerks your body on him and you moan as your aching bundle of nerves catches his cock as it grows in his jeans. “I got you baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He suddenly places a hand on the back of your head, and one loops around your thigh to quickly flip you down onto the couch. He hovers above you, his hands moving up and down your thighs before skating up your skirt and taking hold of your panties. You lift your hips as he slides them down your legs and tosses them to the side. His strong nose traces your inside thigh as you watch his face disappear beneath the hem of your dress. A moan escapes your mouth as you feel the first flick of his tongue on your clit.  

His hands squeeze your thighs as his mouth devours your pussy like a man dying of thirst. He laps as every inch of you and your body responds in convulsions beneath him. All you can hear is the sound of his wet tongue dancing between your legs and your moans. Your back arches off the couch as his mouth tightens around your sensitive clit and he begins to suck, pulling it upward with his mouth. 

“Yes, yes right there! I’m gonna-,” you begin before your vision blurs your breathing stops, your orgasm sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.  

You finally gasp for air when you hear the sound of your clit pop out of his mouth and your body relaxes. You can barely focus, it’s not until you hear Frankies pants hit the floor that you realize he’s undressed and is leaning overtop of you again.  

He looks down at you as he lines himself up at your entrance. “Are you nervous? That it won’t be as good without the risk?” he asks, with caution in his voice.  

Smiling up at him you shake your head, “No, because it’s you. I know you’ll take care of me.”  

Frankie smiles back at you and leans down to take your lips into his with a searing kiss, your hands tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as you finally feel him slide into you. A groan emits from your lips as he bottoms out in one shot and stills himself.  

He bites his lip and whispers, “Mine.” He pulls your breasts free from the top of your dress and takes your perked nipple into his mouth. His hips begin to move slowly, more lovingly, like there’s no rush. There’s no risk of a text coming through from Tom that he wants to talk, no call from Santi that he’s headed over to watch the game. When you’re done you won’t scamper into your clothes and rush out the door. You’ll just make love, let him leave as many marks on you as he wants, and snuggle on the couch, because you’re his and he’s yours.    

What'd he do this time?  Did he break your heart?  I can tell you been crying... and baby here you are.  And I always know any time you show up at my door past 11 o'clock  that he really must've pissed you off. 

Take it out on me.  Put your lips on mine.  Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.  Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.  You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad,  when you're 'bout to break,  when you're mad as hell,  you can always take it out on me 

You can take it out on me baby.  If you ever wanna leave, baby.  In the middle of the night, that's alright...  You can take, take. 

Take off your coat, baby come on in.  Girl, let me help to get back at him.  And I don't know why you never say goodbye...  Whatever hell he's putting you through,  I can't wait for you to take it out on me. 

Put your lips on mine.  Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.  Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.  You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you're 'bout to break, when you're mad as hell, you can always take it out on me. 

Yeah, I'll lay you down and love you just the way you should be.  Baby, so now that you're ready. 

Take it out on me.  You can take it out on me baby.  If you ever wanna leave, baby.  In the middle of the night, that's alright...  You can take, take, take it out on me. 

Put your lips on mine.  Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.  Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.  You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you're 'bout to break, when you're mad as hell, you can always take it out on me. 

You can take it out on me baby.  If you ever wanna leave, baby.  In the middle of the night, that's alright...  You can take, take, take it out on me. 

It's Never Too Late Masterlist

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

Story takes place post Narcos Season 3 in Laredo, Texas, starting May 1997.

Paring: Javier Peña x OFC (Reader is an elementary school teacher whose nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ chapters containing marked with * and each chapter will also have its own warnings), language, fluff, romantic comedy, reader has physical descriptions, Javi being so soft and getting all the love and affection he deserves, you two being the biggest weirdos so in love

Status: Ongoing

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Main Story:

Chapter 1: I D.A.R.E. You

Chapter 2: What's Cookin', Good Lookin'?

Chapter 3: I Wanna Be With You Everywhere*

Chapter 4: Add You To My List*

Chapter 5: You're The One That I Want*

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!*

Chapter 7: School's Out for Summer*

Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy*

Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña*

Chapter 9: I Promise*

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Javi*

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 11: Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago *

Chapter 12: I Love You. I Know. *

Chapter 13: There's No Place Like Home*

Chapter 14: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas*

Chapter 15: She Shoots, She Scores*

Chapter 16: The Lone Star State*

Chapter 17: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts*

Chapter 18: Hole in None*

Chapter 19: Good Luck, and Goodnight*

Chapter 20: I Do

Pt. 1*

Spin-Off Series:

Forever and Always*: Slices of life following the Peña family after their first child

One Shots (In chronological order of the main storyline):

Movie Night*

Dirty Laundry*

Again*

You're My Home*

Not Yet*

Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña*

The Mouse and the Motorcycle

You Make Life Worth It

Take Me Home

Plaid Pajama Morning

Agent Peña*

Every Inch*

Soup for Breakfast

Whatever My Wife Wants*

Oh, Baby

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Asks/Headcannons:

Javi and Osita before work

Javi's DEA Jacket

Javi's Tac Vest

Javi and Osita when they argue

Javi being distractingly cute

Javi when he's sick

Osita when she's pregnant

Osita after a bad day at work

Javi coming home after work to his kids

Extras:

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita

1K Followers Celebration Asks and Answers

Never Too Late Playlist

Mood board

me in bed at 2:47 am after reading the most scrumptious, obscene, mind-blowing smut ever written that made me discover kinks I didn't know I had

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Tim, on duty. Off duty. 🖤