Summary: You hit the online dating lottery when you meet divorced Frankie Morales.
Word count:1.2k
Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)
Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink (aka the opposite of breeding kink), unprotected PIV
A/N: I was inspired to write this after the enthusiastic response to this little drabble. In real life, I wouldn’t recommend being quite this trusting lol. It is not stated whether reader or Frankie have children from their previous relationships, so read it however you prefer!
You fumble with your keys. Frankie’s hands on your hips and his lips on the back of your neck are a serious distraction.
You won the online dating lottery with him. You’ve been divorced for five years now and back in the dating pool for three. You’ve have had some good dates and some truly terrible ones.
When you saw Frankie’s app profile you were immediately taken in by his soulful brown eyes and easy smile. You talked for an entire month before your first date – first on the app, then texting, and then on the phone.
The sound of his voice did things to you.
You had wanted to take things slow to make sure you had a real connection. After a month, you were sure you did.
Your first date was perfect. A relaxed dinner at a comfortable restaurant – neither of you were particularly fancy people. You talked and laughed late into the night. After, Frankie pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek after walking you to your car. Your hands shook all the way home.
On your second date, you went to a movie. Frankie twined his fingers with yours on the shared armrest between you. You barely remember the plot as your attention was zeroed in on the feel of his fingers, the warmth of his palm, the way his hand fully enveloped yours. He walked you to your car and asked if he could kiss you. You readily agreed. It started innocently enough, but soon you were chasing his tongue with your own and fisting your hands in his hair.
Tonight is your third date and, even though it’s cliché, tonight is the night you plan to “go all the way” or whatever the kids call it these days. You wouldn’t say you rushed through dinner, but you certainly didn’t linger.
merry crisis, i’ve developed excruciating tendinitis (i think???) in my right shoulder/arm, so unless i can get ahold of some wild pain meds ASAP i can’t do shit - damn, i started becoming inspired to draw again, but my body said NO holy hell this one hurts
