Annnddddd I’m back! Okay this time it’s spicy! And it’s Frankie baby ☺️
It’s finally 75 and sunny out! Frankie and you put together a little picnic and go to this nice, quiet little pond that’s in the middle of nowhere, only a few ppl know of this spot. The plan is Frankie is gonna fish a little, you plan on reading a little. You got a basket filled with sandwich’s,chips,drinks, maybe some other snacks. You’re wearing your fave sundress 😉
After like an hour or so at the pond, Frankie’s gotten bored with fishing. Instead he’s been eyeing you as you sit up higher off the bank of the pond, just reading and looking like a goddess in the sun. Soon enough he comes over and brushes your hair out of your face and gives you a little neck kiss. Immediately you put your book down, run your fingers thru the curls that peak out from his hat. Frankie’s like “ I’ve been watching you, you’re so beautiful amor. This dress is killing me” 😩 and bam he bends you over, lifts your dress and rails you into the next century 🥵😍
Can you tell I’m in the mood to be railed in a sundress? 😂😂😂😂
Jesus Anna, you give me the BEST ideas
Made For You
Frankie Morales x Female Reader
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Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, vaginal fingering, anal play (Frankie is obsessed with your booty), vaginal sex, semi-public sex, possessive/dom Frankie hell fucking yes
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A/N: MORE SPANISH TALKING FLUSTERED FRANKIE YESSSS
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It’s been so long since you’ve felt this way, calm and untroubled. You could almost describe your current state as being euphoric, something of incredible elation and joy. And you know exactly why. In all honestly, you can’t remember the last time you’d been under this much sun. The warmth of it comforted you from the inside out, the feeling of it on your skin making your worries melt away, your anxieties and frustrations seemingly reduced to nothing. The winter had been dark and long, something that never seemed to bode well for you. But now that it’s over, you almost feel at peace.
And maybe the sun wasn’t the only thing putting you in such a great mood. Seeing Frankie happy always made your heart melt. Lately, you hadn’t been seeing much of him at all. He’d been working overtime, working both nights and weekends and barely getting enough time to sleep, let alone enough time to spend with you. But of course, in classic Frankie fashion, as soon as he got a day off, he planned to spend it with you.
A warm, welcoming day spent alongside your lover, what could be better? Although, there is better. The only thing you enjoyed more than spending your day by Frankie’s side was spending the day with him inside.
“I’ve been watching you, you’re so beautiful, amor.” He groans into your ear, the wetness of his tongue and lips trailing along the curve of your shoulder. “This dress is fucking killing me.”
Frankie’s parents were gone for the weekend, and you both agreed to housesit. Since there wasn’t much else to do beside water their plants and collect their mail, you figured a little picnic in their backyard would be nice. Considering his parents owned quite a few acres of land, it was similar to picnicking out near the woods. There was a particularly secluded spot Frankie brought you to, one toward the back of his parent’s property with a small lake hidden near the far end. It was the perfect spot for a midday getaway. It was also the perfect spot for Frankie to be able to have his way with you.
“F – Frankie, baby.” You’re gasping, fisting your hands into the blanket you’d laid out to rest on. It’s not too far from the dock at the lake, the one Frankie had been fishing on. It didn’t really take him long to wander back over to you, though.
“Been thinking about you all fucking day,” he grumbles into your ear, continuously filling you from behind. “Need to touch you, baby.”
You were here for less than an hour before Frankie came over to fondle you. He hadn’t even caught a fish yet, his hands still clean and immediately roaming all over you. It was a bit past noon, so after a few minutes of sitting with you, Frankie clambered back to his feet to retrieve the cooler from his truck. And when he did come back, he rested his back against the tree behind you, spreading his legs and pulling you into the space between them. He played with your hair, leaving small kisses on your cheek and shoulder and neck, smirking against your soft skin as you hummed happily from his affections.
In all honestly, Frankie only focused on fishing for about thirty minutes. When he was down by the pond, he happened to look back at you just in time for a gust of wind to blow by, waving the edges of your dress along with it. It was his favorite one, a strappy thing that cinched in at the waist. It was shorter, too, dark blue with tiny, white flowers scattered throughout the fabric. The colors, pattern, and style made you look so girlish to him, so sweet and innocent. He loved you like that. And as soon as that dress wavered even slightly on your legs, he was gone.
“I’ve missed you,” he huffs out, eyes rolling back slightly when he feels you clench around him. “So, so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too, baby.” You return, panting lightly and shifting in your position to reach back for him.
You turn, cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a sweet, passionate kiss. The way Frankie moved his lips always captivated you; they felt unlike any other lover you’d had before him, smooth and malleable, and so eager to meet yours. He spread your lips with his, tongue dipping inside to experience your sweet taste. He groans, open-mouthed, the hot air of his breath fanning over your lips and face. Your tongue meets his delicately, smoothly, ever so teasingly.
“C’mere,” he murmured, pulling you between his spread legs.
You giggled lightly, moving with him and cuddling up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“Baby,” you laugh, putting a hand on his chest. “I don’t want your fishy hands!” you joked, giving him a playful push.
“I didn’t even catch one today,” he didn’t budge, those large hands grabbing at you and even larger arms wrapping around your frame. “My hands aren’t fishy, let me put ‘em on you.”