Rating: Mature/Explicit for soft smut, 18+ only (no minors)
Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: It’s 1997 and Frankie is 22 years old; older woman/younger man dynamic; former teacher dynamic; kissing; undressing; a frank conversation about sex; curse words and vulgar language; 10+ year age gap but everyone is legally an adult; story switches back and forth between Frankie’s POV and Reader’s POV
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Frankie wasn’t entirely sure where his sudden burst of confidence had come from, but he wasn’t going to question it. If he was being honest with himself, it probably wasn’t even confidence, but sheer desirethat had driven him to spill his guts and move to kiss her again. His head spun and he almost couldn’t fully digest all of the new information he had learned in the past ten minutes… the fact that she wasn’t mad at him for kissing her the first time, that she had been thinking about himsince Saturday night. And most of all, the fact that she was kissing him back right now with her soft arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer.
Claaaiiirrreeee this was amazing! I loved getting a peek inside Frankie’s head, and the way he adores and worships her just for being her is giving me life. The slow seduction though…. I need to dunk my head in cold water now. Excuse me.
