Strawberry Shortcake (Epilogue)
4.3K / Frankie Morales x fem!reader
Summary: After a few blissful months together, you and Frankie face your first challenge as a couple.
Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, oral (f receiving), allusion to smut, nicknames (Shortcake, baby, hermosa), single parenthood, Frankie is a dad but he's also daddy, fluffffffff.
A/N: Thank you to those of you who are finishing this mini-series with me! I hadn't originally planned on on Epilogue (posting this at the same time as Part 2), but it felt fitting to add something that combined the vibes of Parts 1 and 2. And of course, we couldn't let Frankie go without letting him🍴😺 (🤭🤭🤭). Hope it's been an enjoyable story and thank you again for reading! 😘
Series Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 🍓🍰
Optional soundtrack: "I Wanna Know" by Joe, "Rock the Boat" by Aaliyah, "Peaches and Cream" by 112, "Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa, "Red Light Special" by TLC
Strawberry dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥰🥰
The 90s-early-aughts RnB mix on the stereo is playing “I Wanna Know” by Joe as you trail your fingers across the chest of the man sitting rigidly in the chair in the middle of the room, rounding behind his with a flirty sway of your hips. You love this song, and as you lean over him from behind, your hum of the familiar melody vibrates in the man’s ear before you give it a little nip with your teeth.
“Hermosa.”
“Francisco,” you parrot back to him. Having now completed your circle of the chair, you nudge open his legs with your knee and he readily acquiesces to your wordless request - spreading his legs wide to accommodate your advancing figure.
You must not be moving fast enough for his liking because Frankie hooks two of his thick fingers into the band of your mesh lavender panties and yanks you towards him. You brace yourself on his hard chest and push back up, gingerly remove his hand from your underwear, tutting, “Francisco, what’s the rule in the private room?”
Through gritted teeth, Frankie recites, “No touching.”
“Exactly,” smirking, you use your hips to draw figure eights while you slowly lower yourself until you’re face to face with your handsome boyfriend, leaning in to plant breathy butterfly kisses along his scruff covered jaw and down the column of his neck.
Your hands grip his thighs and you’ve arched your back so your barely covered ass sticks up in the air, shaking for Frankie darkened gaze. He swallows hard and when his Adam’s apple bobs under your lips, you laugh and stick out your tongue to give it a lick.
“I swear to god, Shortcake,” Frankie warns, voice already taking on a low growl.
But you’re taking your role very seriously, not willing to give in to Frankie just yet. Sure, it’s not the dimly lit private room at The Midnight Palace with its velvet couch lined walls, but rather your living room where the walls are lined with storage solutions overflowing with kids toys, but the two of you can still play.
“Anything you want me to do, Francisco?” you purr as you get up and stalk around Frankie again, draping yourself over his shoulder from behind, hands rubbing up and down his hard chest.
“Want you to let me touch you, baby,” groans Frankie, “let me make you feel good.”
You’re tempted, of course. Every time you play this game, it ends with Frankie’s face buried between your legs, pulling at least one more orgasm from you than you had planned on when you gave up the roleplay. But you still have all your lingerie on and it’s a pretty little lavender set that the man in front of you bought you – it makes you feel sexy as hell; you’re not ready to have it ripped off of you quite yet.
Stepping in front of Frankie again, you continuing to dance, hitting each beat of the music with an exaggerated bump of your hips that sends the tops of your breasts jiggling, nearly popping out of your bra – all right in front of Frankie’s face. You see his hands start to lift off his thighs and you tsk, “The man I met at The Midnight Palace was so patient and respectful. What happened to that man, Francisco?”
You turn and press your back right up against Frankie’s chest and slide down slowly, arching your chest out so he gets a good view of your nipples straining against the see-thru fabric. It takes all of Frankie’s will power not to bit down on the back of your shoulder as he growls, “He discovered what you feel like.”
“Oh yeah?” you grin to yourself, grinding your ass down on Frankie’s growing bulge, “And what do I feel like?”
The low murmur of Frankie’s honey laced baritone sends a chill down your spine, “Like heaven, Shortcake.”
Turning to face him again, you bend over and brace your hands on his shoulders, bringing your face so close to Frankie’s that your noses nudge and you can feel the fan of his breath curl over your lips, “What about me is heavenly, baby?”
“Your lips.”
At his words, you press your lips lightly to his and when Frankie’s mouth opens slightly to inhale your air, your tongue peeks out to lick his teeth, “What else, baby?”
“Your bare shoulders.” He’s testing the waters.
Proud that Frankie’s catching on to your little game, you bite your lower lip and flutter your eyelashes while you slower lower your bra straps so they fall down your arms. “Anything else, daddy?”
“Your pretty tits are heaven on earth, hermosa.” Though he will never tell you, Frankie loves it when you let him undress you with his words almost as much as he enjoys doing so with his hands.
Now full out grinning, you right yourself and continue to move your body to the music, swiveling your ass in slow circles while you reposition yourself until you settle nicely on Frankie’s thigh with a little bounce. You wrap both your hands around the wrist of his right hand and bring it up to your face.
Frankie’s eyes darken with want as you lick your lips and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lightly sucking and stroking his thick digits with your tongue. When you see him close his eyes and inhale deeply, you fold his remaining fingers down and hold them to his palm with your hands before pulling him out of your mouth and dragging his wet fingers down your throat to your chest.
When you angle his fingers down the front of one of your bra cups, Frankie instinctively keeps them hooked down between the fabric and your smooth, silky skin; smirking a little when he hears you gasp at the coolness of his wet fingers brushing against your already hard nipple. You tug down on his wrist and the hold that Frankie keeps on your bra cup pulls it down, allowing your ample breast to tumble out with a drop and a rippling bounce. You giggle a little when Frankie’s mouth drops also and you hear what sounds like a moan trapped in his throat. Smiling to yourself, you wordlessly repeat these actions, starting once again with his fingers in your mouth, on the other side of your chest. When you’re fully exposed to him, bra cups bunched up below your bare chest and bra straps hanging loosely on your forearms, you stand and plant yourself right between his legs. Pressing your tits together with your elbows, you lean over to press a soft kiss to Frankie’s jaw, right where his scruff is a little patchy and coo, “Like what you see, Francisco?”
He grunts menacingly right into your ear, “Just you wait until I get my hands on you, Shortcake.”
Giggling, you resume your little dance before reaching behind you and undoing your bra, finally letting it fall to the ground. Giving Frankie one last look at your naked curves before turning around, you bend over – shoving your panty clad ass up and giving it a playful wiggle, “On this too?”
Frankie is nearing his breaking point, and to be honest, so are you. You’re just as worked up as he is from all this teasing, the damp spot in your panties growing larger and darker the longer he and you keep up your roles. “Had enough, daddy?” you coo, as you very slowly start to shimmy the band of your panties over your hips, looking over your shoulder to see Frankie’s eyes glued to your barely covered core.
“Seems like you’ve had enough too, hermosa. Those panties I bought you look soaked through,” he smirks.
Standing again, you pull up your underwear, turn and climb over his thick thighs so you straddle the handsome man who’s still grinning at you cheekily. Even if he wasn’t right, you would have given in to him at the first appearance of that little dimple of his that shows up whenever he’s being super adorable. Lowering yourself to sit onto of his straining bulge, you wrap your arms around his neck before giving him a soft peck on his lips, “Yeah, I’ve had enough, baby. Touch me please, Francisco.”
Frankie doesn’t need to be asked twice – he never does. His big hands immediately explore, zoning in on all the places he’s been itching to caress and love on: your neck, your tits, soft curvy waist, that ass. You moan and plead above him, arching into his touch and begging for more as your tongue tangles with his, lips molding together until you bite down on his lower lip and nibble.
Fingers threading through Frankie’s soft curls, you tug and whimper as his mouth makes its way down your throat, licking and sucking zealously as revenge for how you teased him earlier. When he finally drops down to take a breast in his mouth, you see sudden stars and cry out so loud you think your neighbours might hear. In the second of reprieve that Frankie allows you, you give a small thanks that Raynor isn’t home but staying with your mother tonight. But then Frankie starts mouthing and teasing your nipple with his tongue and everything else is forgotten.
You whine helplessly as he switches between your breasts, giving each its proper attention with his snipping teeth and his soothing tongue, while the other is worshipped and manhandled by his meaty hand. He repeats this tantalizing pattern so many times you lose count. As you rake your fingers down his back over his linen shirt, you start to grind small circles over his rock-hard length and Frankie’s free hand grabs your hip to help guide your movements; your clit starts to catch on the seam covering the zipper of his jeans as you build up a faster rhythm and suddenly you’re coming. Staying latched to your tits, Frankie holds you close and licks your nipples as you shudder and shake through your orgasm; planting a soft kiss to each hard and perky peak once you start to come down.
Cupping your face to take in your sated, euphoric expression, Frankie kisses you sweetly and murmurs, “Your turn in the chair, Shortcake.” Still dazed from your unexpected climax, you let Frankie maneuver your body so that you exchange positions - you now sitting in the chair and gazing up at him adoringly as he stands before you.
“Are you going to dance for me, Francisco?” you giggle.
Frankie kneels between your spread legs on the plush carpet and smiles playfully, his eyebrows wiggle as he rubs your thighs, “My tongue plans on doing a little dancing, why do you ask?”
Omigod, a dad joke while he’s eye level with your cunt – you almost groan, but instead squeal when Frankie suddenly hooks his fingers under the side bands of your panties and yanks so hard he sweeps the fabric under you bum in one fluid motion.
“Daddy! Careful – those are new!” you pout.
Slipping them down your legs and over your feet, Frankie smirks, “I know, baby. I bought them. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you more if we ruin them.” You know he would – Frankie loves buying you lingerie. He says it reminds him of your time together at the club, and to be honest, you love reliving that time with him where the two of you would get lost in your want for one another, so you always happily indulge his purchases.
But right now, the lingerie that Frankie so greedily watched you model for him earlier holds no interest, he casually discards the wet scrap of mesh and lace over his shoulder as his looks upon your glistening cunt. Holding your thighs open with his firm hands, he lowers himself and hovers over your mound, inhaling your sweet scent. You feel his soft breath fanning all your needy parts that ache for his touch and you whine for more. Twinkling eyes catching yours, Frankie blows gently so that his warm breath hits your wet folds and the sensation sends a chill through you – you squirm and giggle, but Frankie holds you firmly so you stay open and pliant for him.
“Francisco.”
“Shortcake,” he mimics your earlier exchange, “something you want to say?”
“Please touch me, daddy.”
“Oh, I see – all politeness and no teasing when it’s your turn in the chair?” He’s having entirely too much fun with this.
You give his floppy curls a harsher than necessary tug with your fingers as a response.
“Okay, okay,” grimaces Frankie, “demanding little pussy, isn’t she?”
Then, before you can retort, he dives in. Licking long fat stripes through your folds, Frankie explores and tastes you like you’re a culinary spread laid before a starving man. He swirls and flicks his tongue over all your sensitive pieces until you wail with pleasure, and he hasn’t even begun to properly feast. Adding his nose to his efforts, he drags the tip up to your already swollen clit and nudges while his mouth continues its happy work. Inhaling, he grins so big you can feel it against your seam – Frankie always tells you that you smell and taste like strawberries and cream; you don’t quite believe but he swears it’s true. He declares it whenever he emerges from between your legs, face beaming and shiny with the evidence of your arousal, affirming cheekily that strawberry shortcake remains his favourite dessert.
Right now, he’s devouring you like his favourite course. Open mouth kissing your pussy and spreading your slick everywhere he can reach whenever your needy hole drowns his talented tongue with another wave. Pushing his tongue deep into your cunt, Frankie starts to set a steady tempo, using his mouth to create a sucking seal while he tongue fucks you. At the encouragement of your incoherent moans and praise above him, he keeps his pace fixed and unwavering so that the coil that spools beneath your belly button, where his large hand currently sprawls to hold you still, can twist and tighten, getting ready to ignite with a white fire. Almost overriding the heaven of his mouth, Frankie’s nose bumps your clit so insistently and so deliciously you start to come undone.
Grabbing a fistful of Frankie’s soft curls, you sing, “Frankie! I’m going to come, baby.” Frankie quickens his movements, pushing his nose, his tongue and mouth, his face, harder and deeper against your pussy so he doesn’t miss a single quiver or a single drop of your nectar as you wail and explode, your second orgasm of the night somehow more earth shattering than the first.
When you come back to yourself, chest still heaving and voice hoarse from screaming the name of the man who remains kneeling before you, you feel rather than see through your still blurred vision that Frankie is still lapping at your juices, pushing you towards overstimulation.
“Frankie!”
He shakes his head violently, mouth still suctioned to your cunt, “Give me one more, hermosa.”
The vibrations of his low baritone are almost enough to restart your spiral, “I can’t, baby!”
“You can,” his voice practically a growl, Frankie nods eagerly against your core before laying fluttering kisses all over your pussy, the wet sounds of his mouth lightly smacking against your wetness spurn you forward and you buck your hips up to meet his lips. Chuckling, Frankie pulls away slightly from his meal and you whine at the loss of him, but it’s only so he can admire your dripping slit; sliding his thick fingers through your folds, Frankie exhales, ‘Beautiful’, before thrusting two into your cunt – the sudden intrusion has you shrieking in bliss:
“Oh - fuck Frankie, feels so good!”
“Daddy, no one eats me out like you…”
“Oh my god… my god… ruin me, Francisco!”
Continuing to saw his fingers in and out of your tight hole, Frankie flicks your throbbing clit with his hard tongue until you start to writhe uncontrollably, trying to run from his mouth – cutting off your escape, he latches on to your slippery nub and starts to suck. You howl.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” he hums as you squirm and twist, the rapture Frankie is handing you is too much. You’re practically sobbing, the edge you’re reaching for so very close yet at the same time, too far away.
“Too much, daddy!”
“You can do it, baby. Be a good girl and give me another,” Frankie’s voice dark and commanding.
And you do. You give him another because Frankie eats your pussy like it’s his favourite thing in the world and whenever he goes down on you, he makes sure you know it’s as much for his enjoyment as yours. You moan just thinking about his cock straining against pants right now, already leaking and making a mess of his boxers just from having tasted you.
You give it to him because his fingers stretch you out like no one else’s ever has or ever will, and he’s discovered parts of you that you can’t reach on your own. He gives and gives with his mouth and his fingers until your warm walls clamp down on him so hard it’s almost painful, and gush so much it practically drips down his chin. You give him another because he loves it and so do you. You love him.
After Frankie somehow arranges your spent and pliable body so that you’re once again in his lap, you kiss him sweetly as you help clean his face with your thumbs and tell him so, “I love you, Frankie.”
Pressing his forehead to yours, eyes closed in contentment, Frankie can never get over how lucky he is to have you, “I love you more, hermosa.”
Snuggling under Frankie’s chin, you litter tiny butterfly kisses on the underside of his jaw, humming to the RnB music that’s still playing from the stereo; before long, you’re shaking your bum to the beat, rubbing up against Frankie’s crotch and giggling. Frankie looks down at you with his eyebrow cocked, finding your pretty face already grinning impishly at him as you grind down on him more purposefully.
“Alright, you’re going to get it now. Get to the couch, Shortcake. Face down, ass up,” Frankie ends his order with a stinging slap to your ass that has you yelping and squealing with excitement. Practically sprinting to the couch, you assume the requested position, giggling with your cheek pressed down against the couch cushion as you watch Frankie follow, unbuckling his belt with a lazy grin on his face and a lustful gleam in his eye.
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Later in bed, both warm and pliant from a long soak in the tub together, you lay in Frankie’s arms, fingers lightly drawing circles on his chest through his sleeping t-shirt.
“Frankie?”
“Hmmmhmm,” he hums low, voice raspy from near sleep.
“I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
Frankie eyes open gingerly to find you peering up at him with an adorably worried expression on your face. He extricates his free hand from underneath the covers and strokes you face lovingly, “Everything will be okay, Shortcake. I’m sure of it.”
You nod, but bite your lip, still unsure, “What if everyone gets upset?”
An indulgent smile tugs at the corner of Frankie’s mouth, “Do you plan on getting upset, hermosa?”
“Of course not.”
Gently rubbing your temples, Frankie soothes you the best he can, “Well neither am I. So not everyone can get upset.”
Propping yourself, you shoot playful daggers with your eyes at his grinning face, “You know what I mean!!”
Chuckling, Frankie pulls you down onto him before quickly rolling you over so you’re pinned beneath him; bracing his hands next to your head, he smirks at the semi-surprised look on your face, “I know what you mean, Shortcake.”
He kisses you sweet, light and reassuringly; flutter kisses all over your face, lips, right down your neck before dipping his head to his intended destination: your already perked up nipples poking up against the soft chiffon negligee that he also gifted you. Between his light nips and sweet kisses Frankie murmurs, “No matter what happens, we’ll get through it, baby.”
“But, w- nghhhh!” The covers are thrown off and the cool night air hits your scantily clad body with a start just as Frankie takes one of your peaks in his mouth and bites down teasingly with his teeth.
“You worry too much, hermosa,” Frankie purrs as he tugs up at your nipple, letting it go and watching it bounce to your whimpers before turning his head to give the other breast the same treatment. “Head too full to sleep, I think. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Giggling, the last thing you see before you throw you head back in unadulterated pleasure is Frankie’s smirking face disappearing between your legs under the fluttering skirt of your nightgown.
The drinks have come. Two glasses of milk are placed in the centre of the table so they don’t get knocked over, next to your club soda and Frankie’s diet Coke. The waiter has just left after taking all four orders, leaving the children with colouring sheets and crayons to occupy them during what he promises will be a short wait.
After Frankie picked up Valentina from her mother’s this afternoon, he had swung by and picked you and Raynor up for dinner. The children never questioned why you were having Sunday dinner at their favourite fast casual restaurant instead of eating a quiet homecooked meal at one of their houses.
Both furiously colouring their masterpieces, Valentina and Raynor remain oblivious to the awkwardness of their parents sitting across the table from them. You take a deep breath and lean forward over the table as you feel Frankie’s firm hand squeeze your thigh reassuringly before taking your hand in his. You’re going to do it. You’re going to tell the kids that you and Frankie are dating.
“Hey kiddos, Uncle Frankie and I have something we want to talk to you about.”
Raynor lifts his eyes to look at you, and Valentina follows suit after an elbowing from her best friend.
Trying to put on a comforting smile, you attempt to get through the speech you practiced with Frankie this morning without tripping over your own tongue, “You may have notice that Uncle Frankie and I have been spending more and more time together… and we’ve realized that we really, really care about each other. And sometimes when two adults care about each other a lot, it makes them want to spend even more time together, and not in the same way we do with other adults, but in a special way with just each other. But even though our relationship is changing, we want you to know that we still love you both very, very much and you are both the most important people in our lives – and you always will be. Just because Uncle Frankie and I are dating, doesn’t mean you have to worry about things changing for you, okay?”
“Okay.” The kids go back to colouring.
You and Frankie look at each other, That’s it? Frankie clears his throat and the two children look up at him, “Dating means, very special friends. Different than the way I’m friends with Uncle Santi or Uncle Will.”
“Okay.” Two little heads look back down at their art.
Shoot, are we botching this? Your eyes widen at Frankie and he tries again, “Friends that… kiss.”
This time when the kids stop their colouring and look up, there’s almost an exasperated expression on their faces.
“We know.”
“We saw you kiss at the movies.”
“And at the zoo.”
“And last week when we were playing t-ball with Uncle Benny.”
“Sometimes you kiss in the kitchen when we’re in the living room watching TV.”
“And after you drop us off at school, you hold hands when you leave.”
“And you’re holding hands under the table right now.”
You drop Frankie’s hand like a hot potato, slack jawed at having been caught by two six-year olds. When out of the corner of your eye you see Frankie’s shoulders start to shake with laughter, you recover, “I’m sorry, we weren’t trying to keep it from you… we wanted to make sure we knew that it’s something we both wanted before sharing it with you. Are you okay with me and Uncle Frankie dating?”
Valentina scrutinizes you with an almost intimidating gaze before her face relaxes and she smiles big, “Yeah. I’m okay. I think you make my dad really happy.”
Frankie takes his daughter’s hand in his on the table and says in a soft voice, “She does, mija. Thank you.”
“Ray-ray?” You study your son, whose thoughtful expression is so much like his father’s. You give him the time he needs to process, knowing that even if he doesn’t fully understand what ‘dating’ entails, he will have emotions that are valid in the face of change.
“Does Uncle Frankie make you happy too, mama?” when Raynor finally speaks, you could nearly cry – you nod furiously at your considerate, sweet boy. He nods back, “Then I’m okay with it.”
You and Frankie exchange a smile, of relief and of pride at the sweetness of your children. Single parenthood is tough, but it’s a little less tough when you do it together.
Valentina’s sugary sweet voice belies the look of mischief currently painting her face, “Are you going to kiss now???”
“Yeah,” says Frankie tenderly, looking only at you, “we’re going to kiss now.” And he presses his mouth to yours, once, twice, three times – chaste, gentle and full of promise.
At this, your soft and sweet declaration of love, twin voices yell in unison:
“Ewwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!”
Thank you again to everyone who came on this (what turned out to be rather long 🤭) ride with me! Since I'm posting Part 2 and the Epilogue at the same time, I'm tagging a few people who expressed an interest in the story on Part 1 (thank you!! 🥹🥹💖):
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@mermaidxatxheart @nandan11 @mellymbee @jessthebaker @milla-frenchy
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