kimmyvfx

[kimmyvfx]

Make it easy || FC43

pairing: franco colapinto x reader (sisters bestfriend)

summary: you're arriving at your best friends house, crying about your break-up. You ring the doorbell, swiping your tears away. After a few seconds the door opens. But to your suprise there's not your bestie. Its her brother Franco who opens the door.

warnings: smut (fsk18) - minors dni, sexual content, masturbation, begging, teasing.

wortcount: 1.6k

note from the underground: this is my first fanfic, please enjoy it and be kind with me. thanks ❤️

"Franco.. where's your sister? I need her." your voice cracks under your tears. He looks at you, confused and raises an eyebrow. "Hi to you too.. She's buying some groceries and should be back soon." He pauses for a moment. "Are you okay? What happen-" "Can I wait here? I won't bother you.." you interrupt him, almost whispering, avoiding his gaze. Franco steps aside quickly "Of course amiga." You enter the house while you're still looking at the ground. Its embarrassing to cry in front of your best friends brother, get your shit together. You walk over into the big living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch. You can hear Francos footsteps and feel his glare while he walks past you. "Are you okay?" he asks from across the room. You nod slowly while you catch up the tears that run down your cheeks incessantly. Awkward silence is filling the high walls of this imposant room. You know this house since you were a child, but you weren't here alone, without your best friend. You can feel his presence but neither him or you dares to say a word. Your muffled sniffs echoes through the room. Franco clears his throat "Do you want to talk..?" his voice soft and calming. "Its just.. Chris and I.. we..we broke up and.." you stutter. Another tear is running down your cheek. "He's not worth it." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." You look up through your wet eyes. He leans on the window, arms crossed in front of his chest. "You don't know anything Franco." I murmur through gritted teeth. He raises a brow again, "Oh no? You think I didn't hear you complain or even cry on Marthas phone, in her room or in our front yard? Common y/n." he mutters. You're staring in his green eyes, unable to say a word. "He was an asshole, even Martha says it." he adds. "Be glad you got rid of him." You look away and shake your head slighlty. He's right. He's absolutley right. That man is a dick and you wasted two years of your precious life for him to get his shit together.

"I wish it would be that easy Franco." you speak after a while, your gaze resting on one of the beautiful flowers on the windowsill. "Make it easy." he suddenly says. You open your mouth to reject his words but Franco is faster. "Y/n, look at me." You freeze for a second at his command, then you look back into his eyes, which are already staring at you. He's studying your face slowly. "I bet he didn't cry one single tear about you. But he should. He lost you." he looks into your eyes again, " You're his loss, y/n ... not the other way round." he speaks with a calm voice, a small smile forms on your lips. "Oh? What was that? Was that a smile?" He grins and walks towards you. You can't help but chuckle. "See, it can be that easy." he says as he reaches out his hand to you. "Thank you Fran." you answer with a smile and take the offer. His warm hand grab yours tightly as he pulls you up. You stumble one or two steps but he keeps you steady.

The both of you stand there, facing each other quietly, staring in eachothers eyes for a few seconds. There's just the two of you, for the first time since you've known each other. He's so close, you can smell his soft perfume, his hand is still holding yours. He's staring back in your eyes, lips parted as if he's about to say something. But instead he strokes a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel that tingle inside your stomach, but you shake it off in your thoughts."You deserve better." he murmurs softly. You look at the ground, a slight blush crawls up your cheeks. You can feel the tip of his finger brushing your chin as he slowly lifts it up to make you look at him again. Your eyes fall on his plumpy lips for a second, almost accidentally. You try to act normal but he noticed it. Of course he did. A sly smirk plays on his lips. You can feel your heartbeat quickens, its like your whole body is pulsing. "You look cute when you blush.." his voice almost purring. What is happening here? Thoughts running through your brain, your body's heating up. He squeezes your hand. He's still holding it and you didn't pull away.

"I- I should wait upstairs." you stutter, trying shut up these thoughts in your head. The look in his face changes as you speak. Whatever is going on between you right now, it's wrong. You know it. He knows it. "Maybe you should." he says and let go of your hand.

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After Martha arrived, you spent the rest of the evening talking in her room. Later she invited you to stay over night and of course you took that offer thankfully. It was already late and the imagination of laying alone in your appartment where literally anything would remind you of your ex made you feel sick. Instead you're tossing and turning on the couch in Marthas room, listening to her deep breaths. Atleast you're not alone huh. Your head was spinning. And as if that whole story with Chris wasn't already enough, the little pictures of your interactions with Franco earlier today popped up in your mind. How he looked at you, his hand holding yours.. his lips.. oh yeah, these damn lips and that fucking smirk..

"Fuck" you murmur frustrated as you sit up, burrying your face into your hands. A quick look on your phone tells you, its 2.18 in the morning. You get up, close the door quietly and sneak downstairs in the kitchen to get some water. You lean against the counter, the cold water is running down your throat. Refreshing.. Suddenly you hear a familar voice.

"Can't sleep eh?" Francos outlines appear in the dim light. "Mhm.." you murmur, sipping from your glass and watching him from the corner of your eyes. He stands there, in his short pj, casually.. but he already made your body tense. "Did you tell Martha..?" he looks over at you, searching for your gaze - which you're avoiding. "No." you answer quickly. He nods. He knew it. "She doesn't need to know." you add, still avoiding to meet his eyes. "It would make things weird." you take another sip from your glass, before you put it in the sink.

"So it's our little secret then?" he asks, while you can hear him walking towards you. You swallow while your body freezes as you feel him close behind you. "If you wanna say so.." you murmur, try to play things cool. But he looks through you so easily as he steps right behind you "How many more secrets can you keep?" He whispers into you ear, a trail of chills crawling from your neck over your whole body. His hands taking place on your hips, squeezing them slightly.

You're standing there, just like that. You should complain, you should put his hands away. But you aren't able to move. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder. Finally you've got your voice back. "That's not.. Franco.. I- .. we" whatever you were trying to say - the words faded away as his hands move from your hips over the seam of your shirt, slowly tracing cycles on the skin of your stomach. A gasp escapes your mouth as he continues to explore your body. "You're so responsive, babygirl.." he purrs into your ear, leaving a trail of kisses over your neck. You can't help but lean into him, as his fingertips reach out for the waistband of your pants. "You can still say no.. one little word.." He leans his head over your shoulder to get a better look at your body. And you should stop it. You really should. But instead you turn your head, looking straight into his eyes. "Look at me, just like that.." one of his hands slides down in your pants, his fingertips rest right above your core. Another little gasp escapes your mouth while you look at him with desperate eyes. His lips forming a successful grin. It's torture. And he loves it. "Say it.." he commands. "Franco please.." you whisper, your voice shaking with arousal. "Please what..?" he asks. "Please touch me.." and you saw somethings snapped into his brain. His eyes darkened immediately with desire. He finally moves his hand further down, his fingers slide through your wet folds. A mix of tension and relief washes over your body as you finally feel his fingers stroking you softly. A moan escapes your mouth, but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand "Sssh, you have to be quiet babygirl.. Can you be quiet for me?" You nod. Your legs starts to shake as he digs two fingers into your hole, while his thumb is massaging your clit. His fingers pumping into you, slowly at first but already hitting the right spot. You wrap your arm around his neck. "Need you.." you gasp into his ear. "I know baby.." he answers.

You lean into him once more as you feel your orgasmn build. He reliefs your mouth and wraps his arm around your waist. "Let go.. I've got you.." he whispers in your ear, his hand is moving faster as your walls clench around his fingers. You bite your lip to avoid a moan as you ride out your high against his hand.

You lean against the counter, still trying to catch your breath. He turns around at you, grinning from ear to ear. He knows he won. Its bittersweet.

"I told you to make it easy." He whispers as he starts walking and leaves the kitchen.