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Pope the meddler (18+)

A Frankie Morales x f!reader story

Summary: Frankie is head over heels for you, you are a pining mess but none of you will realise it. Santiago has had enough and takes matters into his own hands. Not knowing that the both of you seem to be even more oblivious idiots than he thought

Wordcount: 4.002

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors, be GONE! Not for you!! Neighbours to lovers

Slight angst, insecure reader and Frankie, cursing, smut, P in V, unprotected intercourse (reader uses an IUD), Wrap it up, kids!, mutual pining, teasing, dirty talk, age gap 10 yrs

Beer in the fridge, Dips on the table, steaks prepared, some veggies, lest benny would be gnawing his ears off about his diet again…The grill fired up…everything set. Looking at the clock above his kitchen door, Frankie noticed he was right on time. He grabbed his cell phone, checking for messages. Pope hat sent him one about 10 minutes ago, saying he was on his way. Checking the fridges contents one last time he heard a knock on his door. Confused he stared at his front door. It was a light knock. Almost hesitant. Nothing like the way his boisterous friends would almost take the door off of its hinges. Sometimes they just let themselves in.

He crossed his living room and opened the door. Heat immediately rose from his neck across his face, his hands instantly becoming clammy. You stood in front of him, wearing a blue sundress with intricate white lines across the bodice. You smiled up at him so sweetly his heart nearly gave out. “Hey Frankie,” you said a bit hesitantly. His throat made some kind or gurgling noise before he cleared it awkwardly. “Hey there,___” he said, trying desperately not to sound overwhelmed. Though that feeling caught him almost every time he saw you. When you were waving at him from across your own back yard next to his, whenever he saw you casually shopping and looking like a literal angel doing it. He once saw you and a group of friends enter his favourite bar and he nearly choked on his beer. Benny wouldn´t let him live it down for weeks. But that was the last indication for his friends to find out that Frankie was head over heels and absolutely desperately attracted to you.

“I come bearing gifts” you said cheerfully and lifted the wicker basket in your hands. “Huh?” he said dumbly. Your face fell at his reaction. “Oh, I´m sorry…Santi said…I didn´t know he didn´t ask you. I´ll…ehm…go home” you said turning around. Your insides squeezed painfully with embarrassment. Of course he didn´t want you there. He wasn´t even the one who invited you. Santi said you should come over. You should have listened to what your grandmother always told you: Don´t go to an event, if it´s not the host who invited you.

You thought you were quite friendly with your insanely adorable neighbour and his friends. You always got a smile out of him across your yard fences, had some nice conversations with him at the produce section. And sometimes even with his sweet little daughter he sometimes had over. You were delighted when Santi invited you over for a barbeque. Maybe you should have known better. Frankie was way out of your league. Incredibly handsome features, a kind man, respectful and loyal. Older by 10 years…why would he be interested in you of all people?

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When your front door closed behind you, Frankie was still staring at your back, unable to move. What had just happened? Were you coming over for the barbeque? He couldn´t remember having the balls to actually invite you. What did you say? Santi said…What did he say to you? Still shellshocked about the disappointed look in your eyes when you turned around he felt his stomach turn and waves of regret washing over him again and again. He had to hold on to his front door when Santi´s car rolled up his driveway.

“Hey there, Fish. You good?” Santi bellowed as he exited his car. Coming up the steps to his front porch he suddenly looked concerned. “Frank? What´s going on? You look like shit, hermano.” Frankie just stared blankly at him. “I think I fucked something up….bad” he whispered. Santiago raised one of his thick eyebrows and then suddenly looked very concerned. “Have you…” he looked left and right quickly while steering him back into the house. “Frank, have you been using again?” “What?” Frankie said sharply, coming out of his stupor. “Of course I haven´t, are you nuts?” Santi looked relieved. “Then why were you just standing on your porch looking like regret itself?” he asked. “You scared me, man.” Frankie looked away. “Sorry,” he said. “It´s just…you know,___ came over just before you did and-“ “Oh, good”, Santi beamed looking around. “Where is she? Did she bring those awesome Muffins I asked for?”

“Muffins….” Frankie said in a hollow voice. “Oh no. Oh no, fuck!” He pulled off his hat and threw it on the sofa. Pacing and raking his hands through his hair he stared at Santi. “You invited her? And didn´t care to mention that to me?” Santi looked almost offended. “Dude…I didn´t know I needed permission to invite someone to our barbeque just because we are having it at your house, and besides” he said exasperatedly. “You´ve been drooling all over her for months now and she is crazy about you. I did you a funkin´ favour ´cause none of your flippin´ pendejos would do anything about it!” Frankie stopped in his tracks. “She´s….she´s not-“ “Oh, for fucks sake, Frank, open your eyes! I know you are as blind as a bat when it comes to romance, so let me help you out.” Santi stood in front of him, his hands on both his shoulders while staring him down. “That woman is mad for you. You might not see it, but that is because for some reason we all don´t get, your self esteem is at rock bottom.” Frankie rolled his eyes. “You know exactly why that is” he murmured. Santiago took a deep breath. “You made a mistake. You paid the price. Frank, you need to start allowing yourself some more. Like accepting someone’s feelings.” Frankie knew he was right. “Doesn´t matter now, really.” He said defeated. “I fucked it up…yet again.” Santi looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”

Frankies shoulder dropped. “She was here…just now. Just standing there with that basket in hand and that beautiful smile.” He huffed a humourless laugh. “When she realised I had no idea why she was there…she looked so embarrassed. She just turned around and left. And instead of asking her to stay, I just…froze.” “Jesus, Frank”, Santi sounded sarcastically pissed off. “Right, that´s it.” He clapped his hands and strolled to the front door. “Where are you going?” Frankie sounded worried. “Pope!” he called in a panicky voice when Santiago left the house steering himself towards yours.

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The three sharp knocks on your door made you jump. You were not in the mood for visitors at all. Eyes probably blotchy from crying. You didn´t want to see anybody. When you heard muffled voices however you got curious. It sounded like they were arguing. Was that Santi? You went over to the door and swung it open. Indeed. Right outside your door was Santi grinning like a maniac, struggling against a panicked looking Frankie who was trying to pry him away from your door. When he saw you however he let him go. He took one look at you and hung his head, looking like a beaten dog. When Santiago saw your face, his grin dropped as well. “Hey, beautiful” he said in a small voice. “Listen, I need to clear something up. I didn´t think about telling Fish about me inviting you. I´m sorry. Really” he looked like it. You nodded trying to close the door again when you felt the lump in your throat reforming. “Wait, wait, sweetheart, please.” Santi said quickly. “Frankie didn´t know you were coming, it was my fault. He´s-“ “Pope!”

You flinched a little hearing Frankie use that kind of tone. You´ve never heard something this sharp come from his mouth. Then again, you shouldn´t be surprised. He used to be a military man after all.

Santi turned with a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Frankie hat lifted his eyes, staring hard at a point somewhere above your head and took the three steps up to your door. “Can we talk?” he rushed out. You nodded and stepped aside. “I´ll tell the boys you´ll be a while” Santi called out with a snicker before the door closed behind Frankie. “Funking hell” he breathed and shook his head.

You walked inside your living room, Frankie following you. A light summer breeze flowed in from the open window, catching onto the skirt of your dress. Frankie was mesmerised. Almost losing his words again. “I´m sorry” he stammered out. “I´m sorry I was such a dick before. Freezing like that. I really didn´t know Pope invited you.” You nodded your head, a tiny smile on your lips. “Maybe I shouldn´t have left so quickly” you said and shrugged your shoulders. “I guess I jumped to conclusions.” He turned his head curiously. “What conclusions?” he asked. You looked at him with a slight guilty look. “That you did know about Santis invitation and weren´t….weren´t ok with it.” His stomach dropped several feet. Without thinking he was walking towards you, grasping your face in his hands. “No,” he said in a reassuring voice. “No, please don´t think like that. Of course I wanted you to come over. I´m the one that never has the balls to actually ask, but believe me, I really want you near me.” His breath caught in his throat when he finished. His big brown eyes blown wide he looked into yours. They were filled with surprise and longing. “I really like you” you blurted out. “I really, really like you, Frankie. I´m sorry if that´s a bother.” You waited with baited breath, studying his reaction.

He looked like a deer in headlights for a moment. Then, your face still in his hands, he spoke. “Bother? Why would your feelings be a bother to me? No, don´t answer that” he said with a chuckle when you opened your mouth. “Sweetness, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Your knees began to buckle. “Your ray of sunshine demeanour, your gentle nature, your laugh, god your laugh.” His forehead made contact with yours. Your hands immediately went to his chest, feeling his hammering heart underneath your fingertips. Dreaming, you must be dreaming. “What I´m trying to say without having a damn heart attack is…your feelings are reciprocated, darling.” You tried your best to keep the tears of relief at bay but they came anyway. Silently falling across your cheeks he wiped them away quickly. “Really?” you sniffled. He chuckled again, low in his chest. “Really” he said with a grin. “And right now, I´m really hanging on by a threat here, cariño. Can I…?” Before he was finished with his sentence, you were already on your tip toes, pressing up against his chest and carefully pressing your mouth to his. Your hands wound around his neck when you pulled you closer with a groan. His hands splayed across your waist, thumbs circling slowly. Goosebumps erupting on your skin when his kiss got more heated. More desperate. Your hands fingering at the soft curls on his neck, tucking lightly. He grunted a bit annoyed when the bill of his cap started to get in the way. One hand pushing it off his head and throwing it someplace while his body moved yours closer to the couch.

By the time he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, you were already gone. This was going to happen and you couldn´t look forward to it more. It had been a while for you but you knew that Frankie would not take advantage of you in any way. Pressing yourself closer to him you spread your legs around his hips a bit more. Your lower bodies connected, you could feel the obvious bulge pressing against your heat. With a gasp, Frankie broke the kiss and stared at you with hooded eyes. His lips were swollen and red, his hair tousled. He looked almost out of it. Pride swelled in your chest when you saw what your kisses did to the man that had haunted your dreams for months now.

“Jesus, woman.” He said breathlessly, raking his hands up and down your sides. “You are perfection” You giggled at that, leaning forward and starting to mouth at his throat. “Hardly”, you said against his pulse. “Just doing what I had dreamt about for ages now.” He groaned and leaned his head back as far as he could to give you more access. “Fuck, do whatever you want, hermosa. Anything you´ll do, I swear, I´ve dreamt about it as well.” He was almost panting now. Rolling your hips against him, your confidence spiked with every whimper you heard escaping his lips. You loved it. “So good, hermosa. Please. More. Umph” he clenched his teeth when a swivel of your hips brushed his erection just right.

You didn´t hesitate. Your hand went to the back of his neck pulling him upright again. Without hesitation he grabbed onto your ass squeezing while you pressed sloppy kisses to his lips again. “Frankie” you said breathily. “D-Dress” He understood immediately. Raising his hands he grabbed the thin straps of your sundress and pulled them down your shoulders. Slipping your arms out of them he pulled the bodice down, down…until your chest was completely revealed. Puffing out a gust of air, his eyes wouldn´t move from your breasts. Quickly raising and falling with your laboured breaths you waited for his reaction. Beginning to get a little self-conscious, you gently touched his cheek. “Frankie?” you whispered. “Huh?” he said, finally snapping his head up and looking at you. His eyes were not the chocolaty, soft colour anymore. More of a deep dark, wooden brown. Nearly black. You chuckled about his blissed out expression though. “You can touch them you know” you said with a seductive smile that nearly made him have an accident right there in his pants. “Do you…” he swallowed hard. “Do you really want me to? You don´t have to-“ “Francisco” you said softly. Kissing his lips again and feeling his whole body melt into yours, you tried to let him know how much you wanted this. “If I need to spell it out for you, I will. I. Want. You, Frankie. Always have. Jesus, you´re funny, ambitious, you are a great friend and I´m sure a wonderful father to your little girl,” he held onto you tighter at that. “And I´ve been thinking about this for a very long time now. You have no idea how sexy I think you are, Frankie. So please, no holding back okey? I want it, if you do.”

“If I do?…Jesus,___! You are a fucking dream come true, don´t you know that?” He leaned forward, latching onto your collarbone. Between kisses he murmured “´Been wanting you for ages. Can´t get you out of my head. You make me a blubbering mess. I want it, want you. So much.” Pressing your chest closer to him he got the idea and dived in. Closing his mouth around one of your nipples you yelped at the intensity but pressed his head further into your chest. Humming contently he gently grasped the other breast and began playing with that nipple.

The need to move became too strong. Your hips resuming their rhythm from before. A beautiful dance developed between you and both of you could feel the intensity spiking with every breath. Next time he lifted his head he whispered “Need to be inside you, please. Can I? Please, I´m not going to last much longer, sweetheart. Will you let me?” Nodding frantically you tried to stand up to get rid of your panties. He held you right on his lap with a steel like grip. “Oh no, no, no, you stay right there, hermosa.” His hands moved quickly up the sides of your thighs, underneath the skirt of your dress and grabbing onto your panties. You shivered violently. “Do you care about these?” he asked in a playful tone, nipping at your bottom lip. Grinning you shook your head. “Not very much, no.”

“Perfect.” With a very hard yank you heard the fabric tear. You could feel another rush of wetness between your thighs at the display of his strength. “Fuck, Frankie. Please.” “Protection” he whispered quickly. “I use an IUD and…and I haven´t been with anyone in a very long time…so…If you´re ok with it-“ “Are you being serious,___? You´d let me?” He sounded breathless. You nodded. “You´re an honest man, Frankie. You wouldn´t do it if it put me at risk.” He nodded his head quickly, looking at you with pure adoration. “Then take me, Frankie.”

It only took him a moment to free himself frantically from the confines of his pants. You lifted yourself from his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Your head was swimming in anticipation. To finally be united with the man of your dreams. When you first felt his tip at your entrance, your breath escaped your lungs with a punch. Moving back and forth to coat his dick thoroughly, you saw his eyes roll back and his hands held onto your hips even tighter. Finally you stilled at the perfect angle and slowly slid him in. Some Spanish curses you didn´t understand escaped his lips in a rush. Finally settling completely on top of him you sighed in relief. It was like a month’s long itch was being scratched. “God, Frankie. You feel incredible” you breathed.

“Dios mio, hermosa. Tan perfecta para mi.” His voice was high pitched when he said those words into your ear. You started moving. First swaying your hips back and forth, then lifting and sinking down on him. It didn´t take long for the both of you to completely sink into each other. Kisses were being shared while lewd sounds echoed through your living room. His panting breaths became more voluminous with every swivel of your hips and your own little whimpers became louder and louder. His hand grabbed onto every piece of skin he could find. You were sure tomorrow there would be the proof of your little encounter, prettily being edged onto the flesh of your behind. You couldn´t care less. Not when every stroke of his dick invoked a feeling of pure bliss and extasy in you. You could feel it coming closer, the sweetest of releases.

“Frankie,” you panted, trying to warn him that you were close. “I know, mi Corazón, I know. Me too, me too” he said. “Fuck, so good. How do you feel so heavenly? Like a fucking drug, you are” You whimpered at his words, arching your back and leaning slightly onto his thighs bearing yourself to him. “Beautiful little goddess” he whispered as one of his hands trailed over you chest and down towards your pussy. “Frankie, please. I´m so close, please make me cum. Cum with me!” He obediently did what you asked and began thumbing at your clit, raising his hips with every troke you provided. “Fuck, Ah! Shit…Frankie, oh god!!” your voice was almost strained at this point, calling out to him blindly. “That´s it, mi Corazón, that´s it! Come on, cum on me! Let me feel it, please. Beautiful girl, come on, come on!” The upwards spiral of his voice did you in and when your orgasm crashed over you, the only noise you managed was a choked up sob of his name. After that you only felt white hot pleasure surging through you like lightning. Faintly you still felt how Frankie played with your clit and still pushed his hips frantically up into you. When you were barely out of it and the rushing in your ears subsided you clung to him once more. “Thank you, hermosa. So beautiful when you cum for me. My turn now, hmm? Can I cum? In you?” he pleaded.

Smiling reassuringly at him but trying not to wince at your over sensitiveness, you looked deep into his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Frankie. You can cum for me. Cum in me, my love. Want it…want it inside, Please.” With a loud groan he threw his head back and stilled. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you as well as the warm liquid it shot deep inside of you. “My god, sweet thing! Fuck, fuck! Don´t move. Don´t move, let me feel you.” Slowly you both came down from your highs. You were slumped over, your head on his chest, listening to his still rapidly beating heart. His hands were splayed over your back, tracing random patterns on it, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You hummed in satisfaction and he chuckled. “Are you alright, mi Corazón?” he asked. “Oh, I´m more than all right” you said in a chipper voice. The deep rumble of his chest told you he was trying not to laugh out loud.

“Listen, I know we have this a little backwards here but” he said and almost sounded nervous. You lifted your head to look at him and indeed, he seemed caught up in his head again. “What?” you asked trying to sound as reassuring as you could. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” he asked while pushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your heart skipped in your chest and a brilliant smile made its way onto your lips. “Absolutely, Frankie. I´d love that.” He smiled brightly and pulled you in for another heated kiss. “Let´s get cleaned up and then go over to my house, yea? There´s a barbeque going on and I want you there.” You nodded your head quickly. Washing up and getting situated again, you stole a kiss from Frankie about every five seconds. Each and every time he bent his head willingly, pressing you to any available surface, kissing you with all the affection he had for you.

“When we get back from our date,” you said with a swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip, “I want to do that again. Preferably on a bed though,” he grinned at that, catching your lip with his teeth and humming happily. “And butt ass naked.” This time he laughed out loud and heartily. It was such a joyous sound, your own laughter bubbled from your throat. You couldn´t help it. His happiness had inevitably become your own. Still hugging you close to him he kissed the tip of your nose. “I apologise for my friends in advance. They are going to be a pain in the ass for the whole evening. Scratch that, for a couple of weeks.” You hummed in understanding. “Seems like Santi already knew about what we felt for each other.” Frankie nodded. “Yea, little shit knew alright. He did all of that on purpose. Though he didn´t anticipate for me to fuck it up again, I guess.”

“You didn´t fuck it up, Frankie. We were feeling the same way but looked in totally different directions. I jumped to conclusions just as quickly as you did.” He nodded in understanding. “To be honest we should probably thank him.” Frankie immediately shook his head with wide eyes. “Hell, no! His ego is going to inflate so much, he would be insufferable.” You giggled. “All right,” you said, kissing him again. “Not a word to Santi. Now let´s go.” You took his hand and guided him outside. He walked beside you to his house, still having trouble understanding how he managed to hold your hand. But he did. And he squeezed it when he entered his house with you. One more look at you and he knew he would be all right. That all the teasing he was about to endure was worth the look of pure adoration and attraction you gave him. And sure enough, when you entered the back porch through the kitchen and three sets of eyes landed on your intertwined hands, the whooping and hollering from his friends did nothing but paint the purest of smiles on his face.

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