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arahxdjarin · 2 years

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The Bet

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Frankie "catfish" Morales x fem!reader

Word Count: 8.6k (i know lol)

Tags: multiple orgasms, pleasure dom!frankie, over stimulation, rough sex, degradation, pussy eating, unprotected PIV sex, Frankie calling you princess, hurt/comfort, massive angst, Frankie is hurting

Notes: I've had this fic idea for months and finally got around to writing it, it's unbeta'd so look the other way if you see errors!! Let me know what you think <3 ily and enjoy besties!!

Warning: this fic talks about PTSD, trauma, drug addiction, alcoholism, life post-service, and the death of redfly please do not read if any of this is triggering for you! (I'm not doing my taglist because I know this is not everyone's cup of tea)

You’ve known the boys for years, Benny and you went to the same high school, although he was a grade above you. He found you crying next to your locker the first day of your sophomore year. You had been trying to get the damn thing open but it wouldn't budge, you’d just started at a new school and someone had already made fun of the outfit you’d chosen. The day was just going horrible, you couldn’t get the stupid locker to open and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He was walking by with some of his friends but stopped when he saw the tears on your face. He asked what was wrong and you turned away, not wanting a cute, tall boy to see you crying, but he was persistent and through your tears, you told him you couldn't get the locker open, that it was your first day and you were terrified. He calmed you down and helped you open the locker and since then he’s been your very best friend.

You were terrified when he told you he was going into the service after high school just like his big brother Will but Benny wrote to you whenever he could while he was gone and he sent you pictures and postcards of the places he traveled. Over the years you started to write to the other members of Delta Force, and you formed friendships with all of them. Santi often sent you little trinkets from merchant shops and one time he sent you a bullet casing with sand in it… you never asked about that one. Will would send you cards and notes too, besides Benny, he was the one you knew best. You spent most of your formative years at their parents’ house, playing video games with Benny and his family is like your own. Tom would send you a few cards here and there and you knew it was just to be polite, he didn’t really give a shit about Benny’s best friend back home. Frankie was the only one who never sent you anything back, Benny said not to take it personally because Frankie was just real quiet and reserved. Although you never stopped sending him letters, you didn’t know why you but you just knew everyone deserved to hear a few kind words. Especially when they’re facing things like Delta Force was.

But it’s been years since the guys have retired and a year since Tom died… Which is why you’re going out tonight with the rest of the boys to celebrate his life. You never knew Tom that well, but Benny asked you to tag along, and you’ll always be there to support him.

You’re sitting on top of a picnic table with Santi in a park, and you’re both watching Benny and Will throw a football around. Santi has been yelling out friendly insults which have earned him a few ‘fuck you old man’s from Benny and middle fingers from Will. Frankie still isn’t here, which isn’t unusual, he’s been distant since Tom’s death. When they all got back from South America Frankie dropped off the side of the Earth. Benny told you that his girlfriend took their kid and left him, saying she couldn’t deal with his shit anymore and he hasn't been the same since then. Frankie’s always been reserved, a bit of a partier maybe and you thought that’s just how he copes with what he’s seen but since Tom’s death, he’s been off the deep end. He’s gotten back into coke and Santi’s been forced to support him financially because he still feels responsible for everything they went through in South America.

Benny and Will pause their game and jog over to you guys. Both of them grab their beers and take a minute to rest.

“Pope, when is Frankie gettin’ here? I’m hungry. If he doesn’t meet us soon I’ll leave your dumbasses here and get food by myself.” Benny whines as he sits on the park bench between your legs and leans his arms on your thighs, with his beer in his hand. You scoff at him and pat his head. Santi takes another sip of his beer before answering.

“I dunno Benny, I’m not his fucking keeper. He knows how important today is, I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” Santi knocks his knee into yours and the motion causes Benny’s beer to shake, it foams up and he jolts forward to wrap his mouth around the neck of the beer to keep it from spilling into his lap. All of you laugh at Benny’s panicked face.

Your eyes move from your best friend deepthroating a beer bottle to scan the park, and your body tenses when you see Frankie’s familiar hat in the distance. Even from here you can tell he’s already fucked up . Santi follows your eyes and he tenses too when he sees his best friend stumbling through the grass. You push Benny’s back and he stands to let you get off the picnic table.

All of you move to meet Frankie halfway, your heart clenches in your chest as you look into his glassy eyes. You’re not as close to Frankie as the rest of the guys but he’s hurting and he refuses to get help and you can see how it’s hurting everyone else around him too.

“You’re late ‘Fish.” Will crosses his arms and frowns at the tall brown-eyed man in front of him.

“Of course you’re keepin’ track. I’m here now, let's go.” Frankie’s voice comes out gravely and a bit slurred. Your eyes move to look at Benny, he’s clenching his jaw. All the boys have been trying to get through to Frankie for an entire year and you know they’ll never give up on him but they’re at their breaking point.

“Well let’s go before Benny eats his hand.” You slap your hands against your thighs as you say the words, the tension is high and you want the conversation to move on before someone says something they’ll regret. You push Benny’s shoulder and he starts moving in the direction of his truck.

“‘Fish you’re riding with me, you’re already drunk. I’m not letting you get behind a wheel again.” Santi’s voice makes everyone pause, you turn around to see Frankie glaring at Santi, but he doesn’t protest instead he just throws his keys at him and walks in the direction of the parking lot. The drive is quiet but you can tell Benny is angry and you know he needs a few minutes of silence to cool down. You turn up the radio and let the soft rock music fill the car for the last few minutes of the drive.

“I’m sorry Gump. I know I shouldn’t be mad at Frankie, but he’s just acting like such a fucking idiot. We all went through the same shit, but he’s just… it just affected him so much worse. It feels like I’m watching another one of my best friends die in front of me and there's nothing I can do to stop it.” Benny’s words sit heavy on your chest, you know they all blame themselves for Tom’s death. You’ve tried to talk with them, tried to get them to go see a therapist but all of them decide to suffer in silence instead. They all drink their trauma away and when they wake up screaming in the middle of the night they push the emotions and memories down, deciding it’s easier to just get out of bed at 3:45 in the morning rather than falling back asleep and into the same haunting dreams. You reach your hand out and squeeze Benny's to offer him comfort.

It's not often he talks to you about things like this, he says he’s trying to spare you, that he doesn’t want you to carry the burden of his emotional stuff. You wish he would let you carry some of it though, Benny came back from the military differently, he’s still your loud, goofy best friend… but a part of him is gone. His large toothy smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore and sometimes when he spaces out, his face looks hollow like he’s not really in his head.

“You guys just need to keep being there for him. You’ll get through eventually, he just needs a support system.” Your voice comes out soft and you feel so helpless. There’s nothing you can do to help any of them and you can’t just take their pain and trauma away. Benny squeezes your hand back and sighs. He takes the keys out of the ignition and you know the conversation is done. You get out of his truck and make your way inside Levy’s -- the local dive bar, bowling alley, pool house, and gambling spot all wrapped in one. Levy’s has been your favorite place to frequent since you bought your fake ID from the guy who owns the bar all those years ago.

You guys take up a small booth near the back part of the dive bar, Frankie gets up 4 times throughout the night to ‘go to the bathroom’. You know what he’s doing, everyone at the table does but it's easier to ignore it for now, so you stay quiet while the boys reminisce and you watch them get drunker by the second. You nurse 2 beers because you’ll be the one to drive their drunk asses home like always. Santi suggests going back to his house to continue the party, and all of the boys agree excitedly. So you shove your hand into Santi’s pocket and grab the keys to his jeep.

“Yeah, I’m not letting any of you drive right now. Pile into Pope’s jeep so I can take your dumbasses home to drink more.” Santi wraps his arms around your ribs and pulls you against you, the smell of beer and tequila hits you like a brick wall.

“Gump if you wanted to get into my pants all you had to do is ask nicely.” He ruffles your hair, literally ruffles it, before laughing and stepping away. You fix your hair as you unlock the car.

“First off, don’t call me Gump. Secondly, you wouldn’t even be my first choice of all the guys in this car.” You buckle yourself in and all the men laugh loudly as they settle into their seats. You hated it when they called you Gump, you cry at Forrest Gump one time and suddenly you’re stuck with a decade-long nickname.

“Okay, who would be your first choice then?” Santi slurs the words, he leans over the center console and smirks at you as you pop his jeep into reverse and pull out of the spot. You place your hand on his forehead and push his face away from your personal space, you open your mouth to answer but you’re cut off by Frankie speaking up.

“Oh, we all know if she had to pick someone it’d be Benny.” You hear a loud thump and then Frankie curses, you realize Benny slapped him upside the head. You look at Frankie in the rearview mirror and see him fixing his hat.

“How many times do I have to tell you fuckers that Gump and I aren't like that.” You giggle at Benny’s irritated, slurred voice. They called you his girlfriend for the first 4 years of knowing you. It wasn’t until Benny got a serious girlfriend that they realized you two weren’t fucking.

“My fuck-list is my secret, and y’all will never know it.” You smirk as you drive down the dark road, they’re all quiet for a few seconds before the questions erupt.

“Fuck-list? What is that?” Will’s deep voice filters through all the unintelligible murmuring and you let out a belly laugh at their curiosity.

“I’m fucking with you guys, there’s no list.” There was a fuck-list, it goes Frankie, Will, Santi, and then if you absolutely had to do it, Benny.

“I think she has a fuck-list.” Santi mumbles beside you, he seems almost insulted that he wasn’t your first choice.

“I’ve had to help each of you stumble to bed, I’ve had to wash Benny’s puke out of my hair and I’ve watched all of you relentlessly flirt with women only to strike out. What part of that would make you desirable to me?” You roll down the windows to get the stench of stale alcohol out of the car as you pull onto the freeway.

“One time! And I’ve apologized so much for it, Gump!” Benny’s loud voice comes from behind you and Will lets out a deep laugh at his little brother.

“Fish hasn’t been striking out at all lately, I swear there’s a new woman in my house every morning.” Santi’s words sober the car a bit, Frankie’s been fucking his way through the town, another horrible coping mechanism.

“Yeah and I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off yet. Have any of those lucky ladies called you back for round two though?” You meet Frankie’s eyes in the rearview mirror and he narrows them to glare at you.

“I don’t usually give them my number, one memorable night with me is enough.” You bite your lip to keep from laughing at his reply.

“Memorable or regrettable?” Will jabs and then everyone is laughing again. You pull into Santi’s driveway and kill the engine. You hop out of the car and walk up to the door, opening it with the keys that are still in your hand.

You immediately make yourself at home and spread out across the large couch in his living room. Benny places a cold beer against your arm and you take it from him before he moves to lift your legs and settles himself on the couch underneath them. Santi comes into the living room next with a bottle of tequila and 5 shot glasses, he hits your foot with the bottom of the tequila bottle and you shift your legs so he can sit down too, Will and Frankie take the two armchairs opposite of the couch. You watch as he pours five shots and Benny hands you one. You shift your body to sit up against the arm of the couch.

“To Redfly.” Santi says solemnly, holding his shot up and the rest of you follow suit, toasting their fallen friend. You take the shot and it burns worse on the way down knowing it's a homage for their dead best friend.

You watch and listen as they get drunker throughout the rest of the night, you stay quiet and laugh as they get louder with each shot they take. At one point Santi brings up a mission and you swear they start talking in a language you don’t know. At some point late in the night, you realize you’ve had too much to drink and won’t be able to drive anyone home. Santi tells you not to worry, that everyone can just crash here tonight and he’ll drive everyone back to their cars when he wakes up.

Around 2 in the morning they finally start to wind down, Will calls dibs on the guest room and Benny is kind enough to let you have the couch. Everyone gets settled in for the night but you can’t sleep. You stare at the ceiling for a while before you finally decide to get up and get some water for the headache that’s starting to form. You get off the couch and tiptoe your way to the kitchen to find a glass. You look out the backdoor and you see Frankie on the porch smoking, something pulls you to the door and you step out into the chill of the night to sit with him.

“You got one I can bum?” You sit next to him and pull your legs up onto the large patio chair. Frankie pulls out another cigarette and lights it in his mouth before handing it to you.

“That shirt looks better on you than Santi, you should steal.” You look down and laugh. You swear you could start a second closet just with the clothing you’ve taken over the years.

“You know I probably will too. You couldn’t sleep either?” Frankie shakes his head and looks out at the dark backyard. Both of you fall into silence as you smoke.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask, hoping maybe in his drunken state you can get him to open up a bit. He turns his head to look at you and rubs the hand holding his cigarette across his jaw.

“No.” His voice is clipped. You know you should stop pushing and leave it be but you’re still tipsy.

“Come on ‘Fish. It’s just us, let's have a heart-to-heart.” Frankie stubs out his cigarette and grabs a new one before replying.

“I don’t want to have a heart-to-heart with the pathetic girl that follows Benny around like a lost puppy. You aren’t gonna magically make me better after a talk either. Take your savior complex and shove it up your ass.” Your jaw clenches at his cruel words but you stay quiet until he brings out a little metal cylinder. He holds it up to his nose and inhales harshly before screwing a cap back on it and putting it away. You snap, dropping your legs to the ground and leaning forward. The words rush out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Pathetic? You’re calling me pathetic? That’s fucking rich coming from you Frankie. Your best friend died in front of your fucking eyes and here you are wasting your god damn life instead of getting help. You’re making your remaining three best friends suffer by watching you because you’re too fucking stubborn. I bet you couldn’t stay sober for a whole fucking week even if they begged and pleaded. All you care about is yourself, huh?” You throw the butt of your cigarette into the ashtray and get up to walk away. Frankie stands with you and grabs your wrist, dragging you against his chest. His arms move to grab your shoulders and you tilt your head back to look at his face. You can see the rage in his eyes and his jaw ticks as his hands tighten.

“You wanna make a bet? Fine. I’ll stay sober for an entire week but I don’t want my friends to beg me for it, I want you to beg me for it.” You try to shake out of his grasp but his fingers only dig in deeper.

“Fuck you, Frankie, I’m not going to wallow on my hands and knees for you to get better. You have to want it for yourself.” His face falls at your harsh words but he doesn’t let you go.

“I don’t want you to beg like that, Princess.” Your eyebrows knit together at his vague sentence.

“I bet you I can stay sober for one week and if I win, I get to fuck you.” You scoff at his proposal but your body heats at the thought, truly it is a win-win situation. He stays sober and you get to fuck the guy you’ve been attracted to for years.

“If you lose, you have to check into a 90-day rehab facility.” You raise your head higher and hold his eye contact. He thinks it over for a few moments before finally responding.

“60 days.” His tone is final and you nod your head.

“Why sex?” you ask as he drops his hands from your shoulders and steps away, lighting up another cigarette. He holds out one to you and you accept by putting it between your lips, he sparks the lighter and holds the flame to the end of it.

“We all want to fuck you, Princess. Except maybe Benny cause he still sees you as that sad little sophomore.” You roll your eyes as you drop back into the patio chair and take a long drag off your cigarette.

“That’s not a compliment, you guys will fuck anyone who’s of age and has a pulse. And don’t call me Princess.” You ignore the second part of his comment and Frankie sits down again. He moves to take a sip of his beer but his hand pauses and clenches into a fist before he settles against the back of the chair.

“You rather I call you Gump?” You frown, you’d rather he just call you by your name but if the only choices were Gump or Princess you’d gladly take Princess.

“I want you to flush all your coke tonight. Take the temptation away.” You lean your head against your shoulder and watch as Frankie rolls his eyes. He nods his head and takes another drag of the cigarette.

“So we have a deal?” His question makes it feel real, 7 days of complete sobriety and he gets to fuck you… morally this is a gray area but it feels like a step in the right direction so you nod your head and hold your hand out for him to shake. He smirks at your hand and shakes his head.

“No, Princess, we seal the deal with a kiss.” You clench your jaw and glare at him but you still stand on your shaky legs and walk over to where he’s sitting. You place your hands on the arms of the chair and lean forward until your lips are almost touching his.

“Dump your fucking coke first, Casanova.” Frankie’s hot breath hits your face and you look down as his hands start to move, he pulls out the small cylinder and opens it up. You lean back as he reaches for his beer, he dumps the contents of the vial into the beer and puts it on the table.

“Was that all of it?” You lean forward again and he nods. You press your lips to his for a quick peck but his hand moves up the back of your neck, holding you against him. He deepens the kiss and you moan as his tongue runs along your own, he tastes like smoke and beer which is usually a huge turn-off but right now it’s making your mind spin. He finally pulls away and you try to calm your breathing so he doesn’t know how much that kiss affected you.

“Try to stay sober, I’m looking forward to fucking you.” You give him a wink as you pull away from his body completely. You leave him on the patio and go back inside the house.

Day One of The Bet:

Frankie wakes up with a mind-splitting headache, he moves his hand to the bedside table, his fingers searching for his coke… oh yeah that’s right, you made him dump it. He was so drunk and high last night he almost forgot about the bet he made with you. One week of sobriety and he finally gets to fuck you. He sits up and looks at the clock, 11 am Jesus Christ. He gets out of bed with a groan and puts on a pair of sweats, leaving his room in Santi’s house to find the rest of his friends. You’re all silently sitting around the kitchen table with mugs of coffee, all of you look like shit and Frankie feels a little bit better about his hangover. He walks to the coffee maker and pours himself a cup, taking a seat next to you. Your body tenses for a moment but you relax and nod your head in his direction.

You all get your caffeine fix before finally standing up and getting ready to get your cars. Santi drives to Levy’s and he drops off Ironhead, Benny, and you with a quick goodbye before taking Frankie to get his car at the park you guys were supposed to go to, but Frankie got so high he forgot to show up. Pope pulls up to Frankie’s beat-up piece of shit truck and parks the car, Frankie turns his head to look at his best friend.

“Hey Pope —Do you think you could hide the booze from me?” He looks over at his best friend to gauge his reaction, Santi’s eyes go wide for a second but he starts nodding his head in agreement.

“Of course Hermano. Uh, are you uh getting sober?” He looks into Frankie’s eyes and Frankie has to look away from Santi’s concerned, surprised face. You were right, his best friends —his brothers, have been suffering watching him deteriorate. Frankie’s chest tightens as he nods his head as he responds.

“Yeah, Gump and I talked last night.”

“Gump?” Frankie can’t ignore the surprise in Santi’s voice. He and you have never really talked in the past, he’s made it a point to stay away from you. He used to use his girl as an excuse but when she left he started fucking anything and everything to keep you away. Frankie just nods his head as he gets out of Santi’s car, fuck this week is going to be so long.

Day Two of The Bet:

‘Santi ‘shitface’ Garcia: Fish said you guys talked the other night, he asked me to hide the booze… He’s a grouchy asshole right now, I think it’s withdrawals. What the fuck did you say to him? Whatever it was, thank you.’

You smile at your phone, he really is trying.

Day Three of The Bet:

God this fucking sucks, Frankie feels like shit, it’s been over a year since he’s been sober for this long. He’s having to face a lot of demons too, things that he can usually suppress with the drugs and the drinking. All of this for some pussy? He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of water, his body has been shaking and sweating since yesterday and he’s gone through 2 packs of cigarettes since the bet started. But God he knows you’re worth it.

Your words from that night replay in his mind, you think he’s pathetic —that makes him feel worse than the withdrawals. Knowing his friends see him as a burden, well, maybe not a burden, but they have been worried about him. He knows they’ve been worried about him but he’s just been too fucking numb to care.

Day Four of The Bet:

You sit in Benny’s truck, he has a fight tonight and everyone is going to be there. You haven’t seen Frankie since you made the bet, but Santi’s text from a few days ago has you hopeful that he’ll stick to his guns to win the bet. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through you, if fucking Frankie will keep him sober, you’ll gladly take one for the team. Benny stops the truck in the rec center parking lot. He’s been silent the whole drive and he finally turns his head to look at you.

“Frankie’s been sober since that night at Pope’s, he said you talked to him. What did you say? How did you get him to do it?” Benny’s eyes are soft as he asks, you smile at him and let out a quiet laugh.

“I just made him an offer he couldn’t refuse and I think he’s finally ready to get better, Benny.” He smiles at you, and it reaches his eyes, he leans over the bucket seat and hugs you to his chest.

“Thank you, Gump, I love you.” Benny’s gentle tone causes tears to form in your eyes and he squeezes you once more before he moves to get out of the truck. He jumps up and down for a second.

“Okay now get out of my truck so I can go kick some ass!” You laugh as you step out of the truck, ready to cheer Benny on for the night.

Day Five of The Bet:

Frankie got to see you last night and he’s finally starting to feel normal. Everyone stayed sober at the fight which was awkward and fucking weird. He doesn’t want people to do that, he doesn’t want people to think he’s some fragile little thing that they have to walk on eggshells around. But he got to see you and he had to stop himself from dragging you to the grimy rec center bathroom and fucking you right then and there. He’s replaced drugs and booze with masturbating and god fucking dammit you plagued his mind every single time he reached for his cock. Two more days… he thinks about that, you only wanted a week of sobriety, he could go back to his old lifestyle after the week is up but he doesn't really want to.

It’s familiar and comforting, the drugs that is. They’ve helped him get through his post-service life, the VA doesn’t do shit for veterans, and so many of them turn to drugs because the thought of reassimilating into society is just too much to bear. Frankie doesn’t want to be like that though, he wants to get better and he decides that his life with drugs is done but the second the week is up he’s grabbing a beer though. The drugs he can let go but a cold beer is non-negotiable.

Day Six of The Bet:

‘Frankie Morales: One more day Princess, I’m trying to decide if I want you on your hands and knees first or if I want to bury myself between your thighs. Too many decisions.’

Frankie’s message sends shocks of pleasure through your body. You want to say you’ve never doubted him but that would be a lie. You’re glad he’s sticking with it, you can only hope he keeps this up after the week is over.

‘You better take me to dinner before you bury anything between my thighs, save that for dessert.’

Day Seven of The Bet:

Seven fucking days. Seven days of full sobriety, but Frankie did it, he won the bet. He gets in his old beat-up truck to pick you up and his heart rate picks up a bit, it’s not like he’s nervous. It’s just weird, he’s kept you at arm’s length for years because he’s wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you cry. Benny made it clear that none of them were allowed to get involved with you though. He didn’t want anyone ruining his friendship with you, and all of them respected that but that was years ago. So he kept his distance but now he’s going on a date with you, and tonight he’ll finally know what your sweet little moans sound like. He pulls up to your apartment and sees you waiting in a pair of shorts and a crop top, he groans to himself when you get into his truck, this dinner is going to last forever.

***

You climb into Frankie’s truck and give him a small smile. He looks good, his face seems brighter and he doesn’t look so tired, sobriety suits him.

“Let’s go I’m fucking starving. I could probably put an entire pizza back by myself.” You say the words as you buckle yourself in and Frankie laughs at your forwardness. The drive to the restaurant is quiet but comfortable. The radio plays quietly and you stare out the windshield trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Frankie stayed sober just to fuck you. Frankie pulls into a parking spot and hops out of the truck, and walks around the hood to your side quickly. You move to open your door but his foot comes up to kick it closed, he opens the door himself with a smirk on his lips.

“You don’t get to open your door here, Princess. Lemme be a gentleman.” You hop out of the truck and roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah very gentlemanly, taking me for pizza before you fuck me because of the bet you won.” Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulders as you guys make your way inside the restaurant.

“Chivalry ain’t dead, baby.” You let out a loud laugh at his sarcasm. This is the Frankie that’s been missing. You guys sit down, you order a beer immediately and you’re surprised to see Frankie only orders a water but you don’t say anything. He doesn’t need people questioning him or pointing out his actions, he just needs support.

“So am I allowed how this week went or are you gonna call me pathetic again?” You raise your eyebrow and take a sip of your beer, maybe a part of you is still angry at him for blowing up at you.

“The night’s still young, who knows what I’ll call you. The week was shitty, I haven’t been sober in over a year but I feel good.” Frankie’s finger traces the rim of his water glass and he doesn’t make eye contact as he talks. You nod your head and let the conversation fizz out.

“So do you have any hot plans for us tonight? What does a memorable night with the Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales look like?” You put your arms on the table and lean your head on them. Frankie looks up from his water with a smirk, the mischievous look in his eye sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out, Princess.” Your thighs clench together at the low growl in his voice. The anticipation from this week has been building deep inside you and you’re getting impatient. When the food arrives you eat quickly so you can get the fuck out of there. You eat mostly in silence with only a few words exchanged. When the check comes Frankie immediately reaches his hand out to grab it and you roll your eyes. You pull a twenty out of your wallet and throw it at him. Frankie tries to push it back to you but you glare until he puts it with his own money. This may be a pre-fuck date but you’re more than capable of paying for part of it.

“Let’s get out of here, Princess.” Frankie stands and holds his hand out for you. You take his hand and you two walk out of the restaurant.

The drive back to Santi’s house is quiet, your heart rate picks up when his house comes into view. Frankie parks the truck and turns to look at you.

“Uh-- thanks, for waking me up. You were right, I was wasting away… I appreciate you.” You can’t stop yourself as you lean across the seats and kiss Frankie. His lips meet yours hungrily and his fingers tangle in your hair pulling you closer to his body. Frankie pulls away from you to get out of the truck, he walks to your side and opens the door for you and his lips are back on yours immediately. You stumble out of the car and Frankie’s hand wraps around your waist as he walks you backwards to the front door. He fumbles with his keys and you move your lips to his neck, he groans as he gets the door open. Frankie pulls your body closer to his as the both of you stumble through the front door. His lips move to your neck and you let out a soft groan.

“What the fuck is this?” Benny’s voice is like ice water getting poured down your back. You turn around slowly and see Will, and Santi sitting on the couch with amused looks, Benny is out of his seat and walking towards you and Frankie. You rack your mind for an excuse, something to explain why your tongue was down his best friend’s throat.

“I took her out to dinner to say thank you.” Frankie wraps his arms around your shoulder and he pulls you into his side.

“That doesn’t explain why your lips are on her ‘Fish.” Benny crosses his arms and glares at Frankie touching you.

“Benny, calm down. Gump is an adult! Leave them alone.” Will stands up and claps his brother on the shoulder. You’ve seen this look in Benny’s eyes before when you’ve gotten boyfriends. He’s one breath away from asking ‘what Frankie’s intentions are’. You glare at Benny.

“Benny, stop acting like my dad. What are you guys doing? Is there a game on?” You break away from Frankie and bump Benny’s shoulder as you pass him, making sure to shoot Will an appreciative look. You sit on the couch next to Santi and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. So much for ripping Frankie’s clothes off the second you walked through the door. You should’ve known the boys were going to be here.

Benny comes to sit on your other side, forcing Frankie to sit in one of the armchairs. He has a little smirk on his face and his eyes are watching you intently. You turn to look at Benny but he’s too busy glaring at Frankie, so you do the only sane thing possible. You stand from the couch and walk over to Frankie, taking a seat on his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his side. Will and Santi stifle laughs as Benny’s face goes bright red. He doesn’t say anything though.

You guys watch whatever dumb game was on the tv. You didn’t pay attention though, Frankie’s thumb was tracing circles over your bare thigh and his other hand was rubbing its way up and down your back. The gentle, mindless touch was so distracting. You feel yourself getting more turned on with each passing moment. At some point, Will and Benny finally stand up. Frankie pats your thigh and you get off him so he can stand too. Everyone migrates towards the door and Benny turns to look at you.

“You need a ride home, Gump?” Benny sets his hands on his hips and looks between you and Frankie. You open your mouth to reply but Frankie cuts you off.

“She’s gonna stay here tonight Benny.” His arm slings over your shoulder again and you watch Benny’s jaw tick and before anyone else can speak over you or cut you off, you speak up.

“Benjamin Miller. I am a grown fucking adult, stop talking over me. Frankie and I went out to dinner and whatever we do afterwards is none of your guys’ fucking business. I love you but Jesus Christ.” Benny’s eyes soften and he turns his attention to Frankie.

“She’s right, I’m sorry but if you hurt her-”

“Yeah, I know you’ll kill me.” Frankie cuts Benny off to finish his sentence for him. Benny nods and gives you a quick hug before hugging Frankie too. He leaves without saying anything else. Will turns to look at you and whistles.

“Well Gump, guess we know who’s first on that list now.” He winks at you and turns his attention to Frankie, giving him a quick nod before he’s out the door too.

Santi closes the door and looks between the two of you with a dumbfounded look on his face. You stifle a laugh as his mouth hangs open. He rubs a hand down his face and sighs.

“Frankie? Really? Okay, fuck it whatever. I’m going to bed. I swear to god if you guys are loud I’ll lock you outside!” Santi starts to walk away as he talks and Frankie lets out a soft chuckle at his empty threat. Your heart rate picks up again as Frankie turns to look you up and down.

“We don’t have to do this, Princess.” His voice is low and you know he’s giving you a way out but the thought never crossed your mind, you don’t want a way out.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re chickening out ‘Fish.” Frankie’s soft expression turns to a devious one and his hand wraps loosely around your throat. He pulls you against his body and kisses you with force. His tongue dances across your lower lip and you gladly open your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He only breaks the kiss to pull you up the stairs to his room, he kicks the door open with his foot and pushes you inside. He slams the door shut and his hands are on your body again, moving up your side to wrap his hand in your hair. He walks backwards to his large bed and sits down, pulling you on top of him. You grind your hips down and he groans into your mouth before flipping you over. Frankie pulls away from your lips again to rip your shorts off and his eyes widen when he realizes you aren’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck me, Princess.” His mouth attaches itself to your inner thigh and he kisses his way up your leg.

“I’m trying to.” you pant as you speak and his lips move to your other thigh to do the same thing. He pushes himself away from your body and you whine at the loss of contact. He shifts your body further up the bed and spreads your thighs apart, baring your naked cunt to him. He lets out a low groan and lowers his head, his hot breath makes you gasp. Frankie wastes no time as his tongue dives between your folds, the scruff of his facial hair is a stark contrast to the warm, wet softness of his mouth. Your fingers move to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer against your lower half. Frankie’s hand moves to your entrance and he teases your hole before slowly pressing his finger inside you.

“Fuck, Frankie!” He curls his finger in a ‘come here’ motion and all of the sensations make your hips buck upwards into his mouth. He lets out another groan as you continue to squirm underneath him. His tongue adds more pressure to your clit as he presses a second finger inside of you. You let out a long moan and gasp as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. Frankie wraps his free hand around your thigh, holding your body as close to his face as he can get it.

“Come for me, Princess.” Frankie mumbles the words against your clit and your release crashes through your body. You grind your cunt on his face and moan loudly as the waves of your orgasm fills your body with indescribable pleasure. Frankie keeps his face buried between your thighs and you try to push him away when everything gets too sensitive.

“Give me one more. Come on baby.” Frankie brings your clit between his teeth and you start to pant. Your fingers dig deeper into his hair and you tug, you’re not sure if you’re trying to bring him closer to you or trying to push him away. Frankie’s fingers speed up and he throws your legs over his shoulders, your heels dig into his back as he tries to force a second orgasm out of you. His free hand glides across your stomach and he grips your chest, pinching your clothed nipple between the rough calloused pads of his fingers. You bite your lip and look down to see Frankie staring up at you, the lower part of his face hidden by your pussy. You push the hair off his forehead and he groans, the vibrations of it sending more pleasure through you.

Your head falls back and you squeeze your eyes shut as your second orgasm rips through you with no warning. Your thighs clamp around Frankie’s head but his tongue and fingers never slow down as he lets you ride out your pleasure. He finally pulls away from you and leans back on his knees. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks your come off of them with a content moan. You sit up and grip the bottom of Frankie’s shirt. You rip it off his body before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your lips up to kiss him. He tastes like you and he shoves his tongue into your mouth transferring his spit mixed with your come into yours. You whine at the pure shamefulness of it, Frankie’s hand wraps around your throat again as he pushes you back against the bed.

He kneels again and undoes his pants, pulling them down his thighs freeing his cock. Your jaw drops when you realize how big it is, he’s girthy and long. Your eyes move up his body to see the smug smirk on his face. His fingers find the hemline of your shirt and you arch your back so he can pull it off. Your thin bralette leaves nothing to the imagination. He wraps his mouth around the cloth and he sucks your hardened nipple into his mouth, soaking the material in the process. Your hips buck again and his hand moves to cup your other breast. He pulls away from your chest and gets off the bed, you sit up and take your bralette off, leaving yourself completely naked. Frankie takes off his pants and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a hitachi wand and your jaw drops when he turns back around with a smirk on his face.

“I’m not using your communal vibrator Frankie, how many girls have you used that fucking thing on?” Frankie gets back on the bed and pulls your knees apart so he can settle himself between your thighs.

“It’s brand new, Princess. I bought it with you in mind.” Your mouth goes dry at the thought of Frankie buying a sex toy to specifically use on you. He places it against your clit and turns it on the lowest setting. You gasp as your over sensitive clit starts getting stimulated again. Frankie moves his hand up to your mouth.

‘Spit.” You gather as much moisture in your mouth as you can and you spit it into his waiting palm. He brings his hand to his cock and massages your spit into the skin. The head of his cock brushes against your entrance and you tense, your heart rate skyrocketing. Frankie notices and pauses his movements.

“You’re sure, Princess?” The soft tone is back and you vigorously nod your head, you weren’t tensing because you didn’t want to. His cock is just so big you think it may split you in half. He lines up with your entrance again and slowly pushes in. You whine as he stretches you open, he thrusts forward and buries himself inside you. He pauses for a moment so you can catch your breath. Once you give him a small nod he turns the hitachi up to full speed and grabs your ankles. Frankie places your ankles on his shoulders and fold you in half and then he starts to brutally fuck himself into you. His pace is steady and his thrusts are deep and harsh. You groan as the vibrator assaults your clit, your eyes roll into the back of your head as Frankie fucks you roughly.

“God you’re so fucking tight, I’ve been thinking about this every day for the past week.” Frankie’s low voice makes you open your eyes and look up at his face, his look of concentration causes you to clench around him eliciting a low groan from his throat. He wraps his hands around your thighs and straightens his back. He uses the leverage he has on your thighs to bring you down on his cock even more forcefully. You let out a loud moan and curse as you feel him brush against your cervix.

“You and me both, buddy.” Your voice comes out breathy as you say the words between thrusts.

“I’ve fucked my hand thinking about this moment Princess, even before the bet. You’re taking me so well, my perfect little slut.” Frankie’s degrading words work you closer and closer to your release. The vibrator is pressed harshly against your clit, and the constant simulation is only adding to your building orgasm.

“Tell me about it Frankie, I’ve wanted this for so long.” You meet Frankie’s eyes and one of his hands peel away from your thigh. He presses his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it.

“Of course you have, Princess, you’re just my little whore, waiting patiently for me to fuck you until you shatter around me.” You moan around his thumb as you tip over the edge, falling face first into your third orgasm of the night. Your clit throbs underneath the pressure of the vibrator and you move your hand to get it away from your body but Frankie pulls his thumb out of your mouth and catches your wrist.

“No baby, that stays right there until I’m done with you.” You cry out as everything quickly turns from pleasure to over stimulation. You buck your hips trying to get away from it. Frankie continues his brutal pace and your legs start to shake on his shoulders as your pain blends together with pleasure.

“Pull it away, it's too much Frankie!” You whine the words out as you thrash underneath him and you cry out again when Frankie gives another rough thrust, the vibrator grinds against your clit causing your upper body to jolt off the bed. You sob as a fourth orgasm is forced from your body and you feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as your cunt clenches around Frankie’s cock.

“It’s okay Princess, you’re doing so well for me, I know you can handle this, do it for me baby.” Frankie’s deep soothing tone helps calm you a bit as you gasp and pant. His hand drops your wrist and he intertwines his finger with yours, planting your hand on the bed next to your head. Your entire cunt is throbbing in pain and pleasure.

“I can handle it, I can be good for you.” You whisper the words as you make eye contact with Frankie. His hips stutter and you can tell he’s close. He groans and his hips slow down a bit.

“So pretty, my pretty little Princess.” You feel Frankie’s cock twitch inside you and his thrusts slow to a stop. He immediately turns the vibrator off and pulls it from between your legs. You whimper as it drags across the sensitive skin. He pulls your legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his back. Frankie falls forward onto his elbows and he kisses you again. His cock is still buried deep inside of you as he tenderly kisses your lips. After a few minutes he finally pulls out of you and you both hiss at the sensation.

You lay boneless against his mattress as he stands up. He pulls on a pair of sweats and sneaks out of the room, he comes back with a bottle of water and a towel. He hands you the water and sits on the edge of the bed. Frankie moves the towel between your legs and cleans you up. You whimper again at the contact, the over stimulation has left you raw and sensitive. He’s very gentle about it, his eyebrows pulling together in concentration as he tries his hardest to avoid your throbbing, painful clit.

“You did so good, baby. I’m sorry if I got too rough.” Frankie throws the towel into a hamper across the room and lays down next to you, pulling you onto his chest. His fingers move comfortingly across the skin of your naked back. You let out a big sigh and relax into his body.

“Ironhead was wrong.” You mumble the words as you feel exhaustion taking over your body.

“What?” Frankie’s confused tone pulls you back to consciousness.

“This was a memorable night, not a regrettable one.” Your voice is quiet and Frankie chuckles underneath you.

“Yeah and it definitely won’t be a one time thing, Princess.” Frankie’s soft words are the last thing you hear before you fall into a peaceful sleep.

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