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I've been trying since yesterday to think of a way to express how happy I am to have been able to provide a reading experience that makes the reader feel seen and valued. But as always the words elude me. But it's a very humbling thing to hear, every time. And it always reminds me to keep writing stories that give room and a voice to those that often get pushed to the side.

Thank you for reading ❤️

My Favourite Taste To Touch My Tongue [demisexual!Frankie x reader]

My Frankie Morales masterlist

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Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet female, no descriptions, same age as Frankie)

Tags: demi!Frankie, first time penetrative sex, no condom but reader's on birth control and they're both clean, frankie is a born pussy eating king because of course he is, multiple orgasms, just sweet and sexy folks.

Summary: You are dating Frankie, and when it's time to have sex for the first time, Frankie reveals that he has never had penetrative sex before. It's up to you to make his first time good.

Words: 5,579

A/N: This began with me thinking about what it would be like to be Frankie's first, and have to teach him how to satisfy a woman. I just couldn't figure out how that man could stay unlaid for his entire life. Then @starving-soulzz suggested that he could be demisexual, and I went with that. Thank you for the idea, and for the read-through to make sure I didn't fuck up! <3 Title is from the Damien Rice song My Favourite Faded Fantasy.

Dating Frankie is so easy.

In fact, you didn’t even realize you two were dating. The first time he asked you out for a drink, you just assumed that the guys would be there. When they weren’t, and Frankie never explained why, you didn’t even ask, because it seemed natural to just hang out with Frankie.

When he finally asked you out for dinner, you smiled widely.

”Dinner as in a date?”

He was quiet for a second, and you could just see him lower his gaze, maybe run his fingers through those unruly locks of his. He had called instead of texted, which was so so typical of Frankie.

”Yeah, a date. I mean, the last time we went out was a date too, I guess.”

”It was?” You saw it now, even if you didn’t then.

”I mean, I think it was. But I guess I never told you.”

You laugh. ”You sure didn’t. Frankie, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

”Great.” His relief makes his voice warm and happy. ”Super. I’ll book us a table at... where do you wanna go? And what day? Friday?”

”Friday at seven?” you suggest, sensing that you need to help him along a little. ”Surprise me. I’m not a picky eater, you know that. Nothing too fancy though!”

”I know just the place. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty on Friday?”

”Can’t wait.”

That dinner was followed by a night of bowling and drinks, another of going to the movies, a Sunday afternoon walk in a park, a movie night at Frankie’s place. You loved spending time with him, always had, and since the two of you knew each other already there were no awkward moments of trying to find out of the other one was a secret racist or something. The only thing that was missing was sex.

Not that you were in a hurry to sleep with him, not as such. But you sure wanted to, and you had slept with other men much sooner. But Frankie was a gentleman, he didn’t even make out with you, and for some reason, you didn’t take initiative either. He had always been kind of shy and drawn back, and you figured he needed time.

Then one night, after pulling into your parking lot, he turns to you and asks you if he can kiss you.

You don’t even say yes, just lean forward and press your lips to his, excited to finally find out what he tastes like. He almost flinches, and his lips are unresponsive, so you draw back.

”Sorry,” you apologize, your cheeks heating up. ”I’m so sorry, Frankie, I just... I’ve been waiting to kiss you, really.”

He looks down, the baseball cap shielding his face, but looks up again, a shy smile playing on his lips.

”It’s okay, I didn’t realize you were so into me.”

”I am,” you assure him, willing yourself to calm down. ”You want to try that again?”

”Please.”

This time, you let him come to you. His lips softly nip at yours, and when you separate them to give him a little bit of space, he closes his around your lower one, and you close yours, and it’s soft and wispy, his scratchy mustache providing a rough contrast to the fullness of his lips. Gently, his fingertips touch your cheek, a contact without greed or force. Your heart is beating so fast and your endorphins are having a field day, but you do your best not to get carried away.

And it’s such a sweet torture to be kissed like this by Frankie, to be tasted slowly and gently when all you want to do is devour him. He touches his lips to yours again, now closing them around your upper lip almost thoughtfully, like he’s trying it for the very first time. His blunt fingertips run down your jaw and neck to your shoulder, then to your upper arm, where they stay, taking a shy hold of you.

You scoot across the seat to get closer to him, and Frankie clearly likes it, because now he pries his tongue between your lips. Your open up for him, hum in appreciation when his hand slides to your back, bringing you in. He still goes excruciatingly slow but you let him, it’s sexy, it’s different, it’s like he’s savouring you, every little bit, and that’s something you’ve never had before.

Hands a little sweaty, you find his shoulders as you let him discover your teeth, your tongue, kiss your lips raw. You let your hand get lost in the curls at the nape of his neck, slowly caress his long, strong neck, smile against his lips when his nose bumps into yours.

When he finally breathes a deep sigh, a little out of breath, and pulls back just an inch, you lick your lips.

”Well...” he whispers.

”Wow,” you whisper back with a smile. ”You’re really good at that.”

”Am I?”

”Definitely.”

He smiles that boyish, charming smile of his, looking down. He often does that, you’ve noticed: looks down when he smiles, especially when receiving a compliment.

God, that turns you on.

”You wanna come inside maybe?”

He hesitates for just a second before nodding.

”I’d like that.”

As soon as your jackets and shoes are off, Frankie takes you by the hand and pulls you into his arms. He kisses you again, now keener but still in that slow, undemanding way, like he’s trying something for the first time and liking it, but still finding his way. You wrap your arms around his neck and dare to show your eagerness, and he responds well to it this time. It’s still unhurried, but the conviction is there as you let him walk you backwards through the hall.

The kitchen is to your left, and you pull back for a moment.

”You want... a cup of coffee or something?” you ask breathlessly. Frankie’s eyes are hazy as he looks at you like he’s honestly considering the offer.

”No,” he finally says, ”no, I don’t want coffee.”

His voice is hoarse and lower than you thought possible, and it’s like it turns a switch inside you because your panties are now wet.

”Then... do you maybe wanna have sex?” you suggest, hand skimming over his scratchy cheek. Frankie swallows.

”Yes,” he rasps, and you immediately take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. By the door, however, he stops dead, prompting you to turn around.

There is something so naked about his face that you forget for a moment how horny you are.

”Frankie?”

”I need to – ” He has to clear his throat and start again. ”I need to tell you something.”

”Okay?” You try to sound encouraging but your warning bells are in position to start ringing. What now? Jesus Christ can’t I just have one hot, sweet, kind guy without any weird kinks or skeletons?

”Thing is, uh, that I’m demisexual.”

You look at him with what you hope isn’t too blank of a stare as you frantically try to think of an answer, but you have no idea what to say.

Oh fucking hell, what does that mean again? Is he one of those people who has to have different partners because I don’t think I can share him with anyone else but I would’ve seen him with someone else then, wouldn’t I? Demi, what the hell is demi, doesn’t it mean half, like demi-god, so it’s half something, but what’s that, do you just like one half of a person, Jesus fucking Christ, look at him, he’s waiting for you to say something, you have to say something, you can’t be quiet for this long, you have to say something!

You open your mouth when realisation hits Frankie and he comes to your rescue, looking slightly panicked.

”It means I don’t have sex with a person unless I can really connect with them! I’m sorry, I should’ve said that first!”

He squeezes your hand a little and you squeeze back, laughing with relief.

”Oh, right, sorry, I wasn’t too sure of the definition there.”

”That’s fine, I only just learned it myself quite recently and somehow figured that everybody knew the term, I should’ve been clearer,” he hurries to smooth over the small awkwardness that, however, is already disappearing with each chuckle.

”I consider myself an LGBT ally but I guess the rest of the letters get lost in the alphabet soup,” you confess, ”and I never met someone demisexual before, so I haven’t read up as I should.”

”That’s totally fine, you can’t know everything.”

You chew on your lower lip. ”So... I mean, not to just ignore your confession and be a dick but... you said you want to have sex? But you can’t have sex unless – ”

” – I don’t want to have sex unless I feel a connection to the person,” Frankie corrects you, with emphasis but not unkindly. You nod slightly, smiling apologetically. There is a new assurance in his voice now and it intrigues you. You know how confident Frankie can be, you’ve seen him take on a car engine and fix it without breaking a sweat. But he has always seemed a little socially awkward. But a different Frankie is emerging before your very eyes, and you like it.

”So...”

”So I feel that with you, and I want to sleep with you.” He shoots you one of his teasing grins. ”Now you’re just fishing.”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks. ”Maybe a little.”

Frankie takes one step so that he’s right in front of you, and raises his hand to your cheek.

”I really want to,” he tells you confidently. ”But you should know that because I can’t just have sex with anyone, I’ve never had sex at all. So I’m a little... inexperienced.”

”That makes sense, doesn’t it?” you say. ”If you’ve never been attracted enough to anyone. It’s okay, Frankie.”

”I want you to have a good time.”

”I’m sure I will.” You lean in to give him a small kiss. ”But if you’ve never had sex, I really want you to have a good time.”

You lead him to the bed and sit down, pulling him down next to you.

”You do know how to have sex, right?” you joke. Frankie grins back and gives you a light slap on your thigh.

”I’m forty-five and, you know, alive. Of course I know how to have sex.”

”Just checking!” you defend yourself, holding up your hands but feeling a little bad. It may have been a joke, but it was stupid.

”I’ll have you know that I do masturbate like every night.” The color rises in his neck when he says this, but he doesn’t break eye contact.

”So you get horny?”

”I get very horny. I just don’t want to do anything about it with someone else. Until now.”

Those warm brown eyes of his suddenly seem darker, and a shiver runs through you.

”You want me?” Your voice is a little shaky, and you swallow to make it more firm.

”I want you,” he acknowledges.

”How?”

”In every way possible.”

”Kiss me, Frankie.”

He pulls you to him, over him, as he lays down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You adjust yourself on top of him, your soft thigh sliding over the hardening bulge in his pants. Oh God, this is happening.

”What do... you want... from your first... time?” you ask, finding it difficult to speak when he doesn’t want to stop kissing you. Frankie hums low, and you manage to tear your lips from his.

”I want to make it perfect,” you specify. He smiles gratefully.

”It’s not my first time as such.”

”No?”

”I’ve fingered a woman once.”

You raise your brows. ”How was that?”

He fidgets with a strand of your hair, eyes cast down.

”She had a good enough time, I think, but it was... mechanical for me. So I guess it wasn’t good.”

”I’m sorry,” you tell him earnestly, running your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes momentarily. Oh, so you like that, do you?

”So this will be your first time having penetrative sex?”

”Uh-huh.”

”What do you like, baby? What makes you feel good?”

He sighs softly, a warm caress of air against your cheek.

”I... want it to be good for you,” he reveals. ”That would feel good to me.”

You sit up, straddling his thighs so as not to put pressure on his pelvic area. You don’t need that distraction right now, neither does he.

”Frankie,” you begin slowly as you try to figure out a way to lovingly chide him without insulting him in the process. ”I want this to be about you. I want to find out where you want to be touched, what gets you off. You don’t have to think about me.”

He looks almost scandalized. ”I want it to feel good to you, too!”

”It will, trust me.” You lean down and kiss him, just a quick peck, before you run your lips down his cheek. ”We have all night.” You nibble at his earlobe. ”You just let me take care of you, okay?”

He grunts, and you don’t know for sure what it means, so you left your head and give him a pretend stern look.

”Okay?”

”Fine,” he sighs with a smile before wrapping his arms around you tightly, and pulling you down on top of him.

”That doesn’t sound very accepting,” you tease, but Frankie swallows your words with his next kiss, and you let your fingers tangle in his hair.

”I want...” he kisses the tip of your nose before covering your mouth again, ”... you on top. If that’s okay with you?”

”Absolutely.”

You pull gently at his locks, making him catch his breath and bite down on his lower lip, and then you sit up straight, and take off your shirt. You see Frankie swallow when he sees your bra, and you take his hand and pull him up to a seat so that you can remove his shirt. Running your hands over his exposed chest, you smile at him when he cups your tits in your bra.

”Like what you see?” you smirk. His cheeks seem to redden, and he tears his gaze from your boobs to look into your eyes.

”Yeah, they look... really sexy. Can I take your bra off?”

”Go right ahead.”

You expect him to struggle with the clasp behind your back, but he unhooks the strap with one simple, competent move that makes your pussy throb. You swallow hard and give yourself a litte relief, just a little, by rubbing yourself against him. Frankie exhales audibly when your weight is redistributed and puts pressure on his groin, and he leans back to watch you take your bra off. Slowly, you caress the shoulder straps down, let the cups peel off from your breasts, and the garment is off you, discarded to the side.

”Oh, baby,” Frankie breathes. His reverence is so total that it’s almost making you self conscious. ”That is... wow.”

”They’re just breasts,” you try to lighten up the situation, shaking them a little. Frankie’s eyes widen as he watches them bounce.

”They... sure are.” He clears his throat and looks at you. ”Can I...?”

”Knock yourself out.”

He surges at you, hands and mouth on your tits, licking, kissing, sucking, claiming. Your pussy grows more wet by the second, and you encourage him with moans and words, which seems to rev him into even higher gear.

”Frankie,” you gasp eventually, leaning back and gently pushing him away from your chest. ”We need to get naked, right now.”

”Affirmative.”

You get off him and lie down on your back as you undo your jeans and pull them down. Frankie is beside you, the buckle of his belt clinks, and you kick off your jeans and sit up to help him pull his off. His boxers are tenting, and with your hands on the waistband on his hips, you take a moment to make sure he’s okay.

”May I?”

”Please,” he tells you urgently, and you pull down his boxers. His cock springs free and you can’t hold back a Wow.

”What?” he asks, hesitation in his eyes. You look at the thick shaft striving up towards his belly from the thicket of pubic hair and two sizeable testicles.

”Oh,” you hurry to put his mind at ease. ”Nothing. It’s just that... you’re big.”

”I am?”

”Oh come on, Frankie, you know you are,” you grin at him as you pull his boxers off of him. He shrugs, but you can see that he’s aware of how blessed he is. His abashed demeanor turns you on even more. He could be a conceited shit, walking around with a dick like that, but he genuinely isn’t.

”Okay, yeah, I’ve been blessed in that department,” he admits. ”Is it okay? I mean, if it’s a lot to take, maybe we should focus on you first?”

Holy shit, where has he been all my life? Your pussy clenches around emptiness when he expresses his concern for your pleasure.

”Believe me,” you assure him, ”it won’t be a problem.”

You straddle him again, gently guiding his cock between the two of you, smiling when he twitches in your hand. Leaning down, you kiss his stomach, chest, the patches in his beard, before trailing your lips along his neck.

”You doing okay, baby?” you breathe against his ear before nibbling at the lobe. ”This feel good?”

”Uh-huh...”

”You want me to suck your cock, or do you want me to sit on it?”

”I... Dios mio... I’ll cum right away if you suck it,” he whines, hands running down your sides to your buttocks, grabbing them and pushing you down, trapping his cock between his belly and yours.

”That’s okay,” you let him know, ”but if you want to last a little longer...”

”I want to be inside you,” he rules, his voice tight but excited. ”Please, baby.”

You kiss him then, plunge your tongue into his mouth, let your fingers get lost in his hair. Frankie moves against you while pushing your pelvis down, and you have to smile at his eagerness.

”I hear you...”

”I have rubbers in my wallet.”

”I got some in the bedside drawer. But Frankie...”

You sit up and regard him with sincerety.

”We can be responsible if that’s what you want. But I’m on the pill, I got tested after my last partner, and you’ve never had penetrative sex. If you want to, we can do this without a condom.”

”We don’t have to do that – ” he starts to object, but then falls silent as he looks at you. You’ve known each other for years, and you trust him, and you know that he trusts you as well.

”It’s not how this is supposed to work,” he finally admits, ”but I’d really want to feel all of you.”

”This is all for you, Frankie,” you soothe him. ”We’ll use a condom if that’s what makes you comfortable. But I’m okay without one.”

He takes a moment before nodding.

”Without.”

”Okay.”

You let your lips brush against his in a soft kiss as you reach between the two of you and take a gentle hold of his cock. His breath stutters, his hands come to your waist, holding you like he’s afraid to lose you. Slowly, you nock him at your slick entrance, and start to slide down his length.

He whines your name against your lips, and you shush him breathlessly, focusing on the stretch, the sensation, the fullness. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth when you reach the wide base of his cock, and a low moan escapes you. Frankie misinterprets the sound.

”If it hurts – ”

”No, I’m good, I’m perfect, baby, it’s just a lot, but I can take it.”

He swallows audibly. ”I like it when you say that.”

You blink down at him. ”Say what?”

”That you can take me.”

”I can take you, Frankie,” you smile sweetly him, enjoying to see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows again.

You breathe, hands firmly set on Frankie’s chest, and when you start to move tentatively, you take Frankie’s hands and put them on your breasts.

”Like this,” you guide him breathlessly. ”Cup them, and play with my nipples.”

He obeys, eyes round and a line of concentration on his forehead. You smile down at him as you slowly grind down on him.

”You’re doing great.”

”You make it easy.”

You lower down and kiss him, moaning into his mouth when the angle makes him hit that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Frankie grabs your tits, massages them, lifts his head when you break the kiss to instead kiss and suck your nipples. You encourage him with more moving, louder sounds, until Frankie throws his head back, panting desperately.

”Can’t hold on,” he whines, and you double down on your effort to ride him to bliss.

”Let go,” you gasp, ”it’s okay, baby, cum in me, just go ahead.”

Frankie’s muscles stiffen, he grabs your hips and keeps you still, then thrusts up and you feel your core grow hot and full. You continue to rock on him, enjoying his trembling, stopping only when he holds you still, his face resolute and relieved at the same time.

”Don’t stop moving,” he whimpers, despite holding you still, ”God, it’s too much, but don’t stop.”

You gently loosen his grip on your hips, and direct one hand to where the two of you are joined. He catches on immediately, and presses down on your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and you arch your back as you speed up.

”Just like that,” you pant, ”right there, Frankie, oh, God, yes, there!”

He lets his hand follow the movement of your pelvis, thumb on your clit, and when your orgasm makes you dig your nails into his chest and throw your head back, he growls something to you, but you can’t hear what he says as your blood roars in your ears.

When you finally lay down on your belly next to him, Frankie rolls onto his side and kisses your shoulder, back, neck, and finally mouth.

”I should be doing that to you,” you murmur against his lips, feeling them curve up.

”But now I’m doing it to you.”

He pulls back, looking at you almost shyly.

”Was it good?” he asks, and you have to laugh.

”I’m supposed to be asking you that!”

”Beat you to it,” he quips, but you can tell that he wants an answer.

”It was really good, Frankie,” you assure him. ”Probably the best first time sex I’ve had with a guy.”

”You don’t have to exaggerate,” he flushes, looking down as he changes position to get more comfortable. His hand comes to rest on your lower back; a warm and safe weight on you.

”I’m not. It really was amazing, because it was you,” you smile. ”How was it for you?”

His smile is lopsided. ”Over a little too quickly.”

”Okay, first lesson in sleeping with women: cumming too fast is super hot.”

He looks skeptical.

”Is it?”

”Oh yeah,” you nod, now propping your chin on your hand. ”To know that a guy goes so crazy for you that he cums right away? Priceless.”

”That was the easiest part.”

”What’s the hardest part?” You can’t hold back a stupid grin. ”Apart from your dick.”

He scoffs, but not unkindly, then considers the question. His fingers move in little circles on your lower back, making the tiny hairs on your skin stand.

”I guess... just getting this far. It took so long for me to know what I felt for you, and what I wanted. And then to muster up the courage to ask you out, and to kiss you – ”

” – you’ll remember that I kissed you first,” you point out, and he chuckles.

”That you did. But I don’t know... you’re a good teacher. It didn’t feel difficult at all to be in bed with you.”

Now it’s your ears that feel heated.

”I’m glad,” you answer simply. Frankie’s hand moves down to your ass to cup first one cheek, then the other.

”Do you think you could go again? There’s something I’d like to try.”

Your stomach twists in anticipation, and again you wonder why you haven’t noticed Frankie before. God, the things you’ve missed out on!

”Yeah?”

”I’ve always wanted to go down on a woman.”

Your ass cheeks clench at his low tone, and he misunderstands.

”Unless you think it’s too advanced for me?”

”Oh no, not at all,” you hurry to reassure him. ”I’m sure you’ll be good at it.”

”Then can I...?”

”Of course.” You sound ridiculously polite, but you turn over onto your back, and Frankie moves closer. He kisses you, strokes a strand of hair from your face, and cups your cheek before his hand slowly makes its way down you body. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he takes a break to look at you, follow your reactions to his careful ministrations. His cum is oozing out of you but he doesn’t seem to care, he only dips his fingers in it and circles your clit. Your eyes blink shut and you exhale in a low moan.

Frankie takes it as an invite to continue, so he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to kiss your breasts before continuing down your stomach. You spread your legs for him, let him reposition himself, and reach for his hand, placing it on your hip with your hand on top. He looks up at you, gaze sharp like he’s taking mental notes, and kisses your mound.

”Let me know what to do,” he asks you in a voice that surprises you because it doesn’t sound like he needs any direction at all.

”You’re doing great,” you reply, squeezing his hand gently. ”Just go on like that, follow your instincts.”

His instincts are a God-send because holy heavens, does he blow your mind. He starts off with soft licks, exploring your taste, dipping his tongue inside you, swirling around your clit, until you’re dripping and moaning. He then latches on and sucks so hard your lower back comes off the bed and you shout right out. You hold his hand tightly, reach for his other hand and he gives it to you, and you don’t let go until you’re writhing, moments away from your orgasm, and then Frankie releases your hands and wraps his arms around your thighs before grabbing your hands again. His head is locked between your thighs and his tongue makes you wail out your release. Your pelvis moves, aftershock after aftershock shaking your core, and Frankie gazes up at you.

”Was that good?”

Unable to help yourself, you start to laugh. Exhilaration floods you, and you keep nodding to let him know that it was good, it was amazing, because you can’t talk just yet.

When you calm down, you pull him up over you, taste his salty, earthy kisses, and all you can say is ”I need you, Frankie, I need you, take me now.”

He’s hard against your thigh, and he needs no more prompting to guide himself into your slickness. He’s confident, clearly proud of his oral skills, but when he’s balls deep in you, he takes a breath to whimper.

“God, you feel good, it’s so good, baby.”

“I know,” you whisper back, “It’s perfect, you fit me so well, Frankie.”

His lips lock with yours and you kiss until you can’t breathe, and he buries his face against your neck as he moves in you, slowly and steadily. This time he lasts longer, has time to alter the speed and the force of his thrusts. You take it with your arms around his neck, not letting go, only asking him to go faster, or slower, and he listens to your every cue until his thrusts become desperate, and you let him decide how he wants it, so he pumps into you with his lips on your neck, fucks you faster and faster until he groans, his heavy weight collapsing on you, his cock filling you with cum. You kiss his temple, comb your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he heaves a deep sigh, pulls out, and rolls over onto his back. Covering his face with his hands, he draws a deep, wet breath, and you immediately turn onto your side.

”Frankie? You okay?”

You put your hand on his, gently guiding it away to reveal his face, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes, tears that he quickly tries to wipe as he clears his throat.

”I’m good. I just... fuck, this is embarrassing.”

You shake your head. ”No, it’s not. It’s okay.”

”Didn’t expect this.”

”It’s fine, Frankie,” you tell him again. ”I promise, it’s okay.”

He wipes at his eyes again and chuckles, but it sounds like a sob.

”Tell me what you need from me,” you ask, and for a second he looks confused.

”I... um, I’m fine, I just need to...”

His gaze flickers before he confesses: ”I think I need you to hold me.”

You lie down next to him immediately, wrap your arm and leg around him as you rest your head on his shoulder. He calms down almost right away, seemingly happy with the connect.

”I didn’t think I’d be the guy to cry after sex,” he admits after a few moments of silence. ”That was weird.”

”Well, I laughed, so.”

”You always do that?”

”Not always.”

He hums, and you skim your fingers over his chest, pausing over his heart to feel it beat.

“You wanna talk about it?” you offer, but he shakes his head.

“No, I’m good. It was just surprising.” But it’s fine, I promise.”

You kiss his cheek, and he tightens his hold on you. For a long while, you just lie there together in a comfortable silence, before you can’t hold back your next question:

”You really never ate pussy before?”

”No?” The word comes out timidly, and you stroke his chest to let him know he’s safe.

”You’re a fucking natural,” you let him know. “It’s unfair. I had to learn how to suck dick, and you just went down there and did everything right.”

He chuckles quietly, abashed at your praise.

”I don’t know... it just felt easy with you.”

”I’ll say.”

You feel his cum seep out between your swollen lips, and kiss Frankie’s shoulder.

”I have to go to the bathroom.”

”Don’t be long.”

”I won’t.” You kiss him again, then untangle yourself from him, get out of bed, and hurry to the bathroom to pee. When you return to the bedroom, you pause in the door.

“You want to spend the night?” you ask softly. Frankie nods immediately.

“I’d love to.”

“I’ll take out a toothbrush for you.”

Before you can return to the bathroom, however, Frankie holds out his hand for you.

“Come back to bed for now?”

Smiling, you pull away the covers, and get in with him. As you cuddle up, you can’t help but ask him something.

”How come you wanted to do this with me, and not someone else? Surely you’ve had many opportunities.”

He strokes your back slowly, and his answer lingers so long that you start to think he didn’t hear you.

”I’ve been deployed so many years of my life,” he eventually says, quietly. ”It’s hard to make a connection with someone when you’re never home.”

”Ah, that makes sense.”

”And, you know, I mostly socialize in bars. And women in bars only want one thing.” You hear the cheeky grin in his voice, and you chuckle.

”Damn straight we do.”

”So I never really managed to get to know anyone for long enough to become interested. Until you.”

”Yeah, but I’ve known you guys for years,” you point out.

”Exactly. I don’t even know when I started to feel that you were something more than a friend. I just knew that one day, I looked at you across the table... and I just wanted to kiss you.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you just hum.

”What about you?” he asks. ”When did you know that you wanted more?”

”That dinner. When you said it was a date.” You remember how oblivious you had been to your own attraction to him. ”I realized that of course it was a date, and I wanted to go on a date with you. And another date, and another. And I just wanted to spend time alone with you.”

”I want that too.”

He kisses your head, and you sigh happily.

”Was sex what you thought it would be?” you ask, your voice a little drowsy now.

”It was better. But only because it was you.”

”You can’t really know that, but thank you.”

”I know what I know.” He takes a break, like he just thought of something. ”And I know that I want you again.”

You thought you were tired, but you’re not tired at all when Frankie Morales says that he wants you.

#ugh I always sound like some kind of activist or something #I'm just a dumb white cishet woman who writes fic sometimes and tries not to make it about young skinny girls #I don't even try that hard and the idea for this fic wasn't even mine #I could do better I know #but I'm too lazy to do the research I'd want to do before writing about the experience of someone queer or poc for example #and I'm terrified of making a mistake because I'm a flawed person and so very cishet and I assume stuff all the time #anyway #thank you again!#my fic #reblog

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