#hubby Frankie is down bad for his wifey

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Watermelon Sugar | Husband!Frankie Morales x Wife!Reader

Summary: Frankie just wants to appreciate his wife’s orgasm, to the point it’s inspired by watermelon sugar by harry styles. He just wants to be a good husband and give his wife the best pleasure as possible.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, Frankie Morales being the pussy eating king, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, (breeding kink if you squint), good girl, Frankie adoring his wife.

word count: 1.8k

Shout out to @kodaswrld for the perfect divider that goes well with this🫶🏻

With it being an ordinary Friday afternoon, doing a spring clean of the house and making it comfortable when your husband would return home was always on your priority, especially as you truly loved him and wanted to make him feel happy at home, especially after a hard day of work.

So with that being said, crouched down and with your body fully leaning into the kitchen cupboard below while singing your little heart out to Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles as it was a song that you had come to enjoy, especially after finding out the meaning of this song, mind you, while you were too busy stuck in the zone of cleaning you didn’t hear your husband, Frankie Morales, walking in. Frankie stood there leaning up against the door frame clearly enjoying the view of his wife but determined not to make a noise just yet so he could hear her singing that song she had constantly played out. 

With a slight gruffness to his voice, Frankie had spoken out… “You and that song, keep playing it; you’ll get bored.” Smiling as his wife moved out from the cupboard that she was cleaning out. Now standing up clearly delighted with the view of seeing her husband, she had replied. “Can you blame me when it’s about a man appreciating a woman’s orgasm and needs?”

Frankie walked over, removing his sweaty cap that he’d been wearing throughout most of the day placing it on the counter so he could wrap his arms around her waist and leaning in closer to give a quick kiss on her lips.

“Oh, trust me, I appreciate your orgasm, especially when I know how to keep my girl satisfied and happy. That’s all that matters to me… say, sweetheart, I know you do deserve the sweetness in life.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, playfully slapping Frankie’s arm. “Okay, smooth talker, I’m happy to know you enjoy keeping me satisfied…” There’s that blush on her cheeks, something Frankie clearly enjoyed seeing. “Can’t blame me, though. I want to keep my precious wife satisfied in life, and if that means eating my girl out properly till the point I know how she already tastes, I’d say I’m doing well in life.” 

Something satisfied him deep down knowing how she’d be a loss of words, know how she couldn’t properly comprehend a sentence. 

“Sweetheart, we could always take this to our bedroom instead of you finishing up with cleaning. how about I satisfy my girl?— I can just tell by the way you keep squeezing those gorgeous thighs of yours that I’m making you wet?” 

One word, tease. He was a fucking tease. He knew what he was doing, and it was working. You could feel how soaked your panties were, and of course, you had to oblige, being a good wife and letting your husband eat you out senselessly and give you countless amazing orgasms.

So that’s exactly what you did. You let your husband take you by the hand and guide you up to your shared bedroom, allowing him to gently push back onto the mattress. While he got on top of you, kissing your lips and making you feel needy for him. Pulling back and looking into his gorgeous brown doe eyes.

“Stop teasing me, and get on with it I’m aching down here.” You said with a soft pout, looking at Frankie while he gave you his cheeky grin. 

“Alright alright sweetheart” Frankie lowered him self in between your legs, gripping on to the fabric of her shorts, softly caressing her thighs and looking into her eyes, “Sweetheart, you look perfect sprawled out. Makes me excited just knowing I’ll get to taste you.”

Running your hand through his soft curls, looking down at him with a smile on your face. “You have a way with words…” You say as Frankie kisses your inner thigh, giving it a little nip at the same time… he works his way to remove her shorts and panties… cooing at the sight of her. “Baby, I’ve hardly touched you, and you’re already soaking for me… I just know my girl is gonna taste so good for me.”  

Frankie started off by beginning to rub around your clit. his other hand was placed on your knee, keeping your legs from potentially closing.

“Mm Fuck Frankie… Baby”

He kept at it, his thumb creating slow circle motions. Frankie was too good at knowing the exact way to stimulate you. Seeing you whimper and get all excited pleased him. At the end of the day, he just wanted to make his girl happy and enjoy her orgasm. 

moaning out his name in hushed whispers, fidgeting with your legs—but of course, you were unable to draw them closer. He then inserted one of his fingers into you, easily drawing it slowly back and forth. 

“Ohh, Frankie,” biting down on your lip, he grinned a bit more, gazing up at you. He added in a second, resulting in a moan from you. He could feel you tightening up around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart, nice and tight.”

You let out a delicate moan, Frankie continuing to finger you. You squirmed in his grasp as his fingers rubbed against your walls. You turned away with your arms covering your face, a heat spreading across your body. “Don’t go shy on me, baby. I love seeing you like this. Guess watermelon sugar is your favourite song. As you said, a man should appreciate his girl’s orgasm, and that’s exactly what I tend to do for you.”

You looked so beautiful to him and aroused him. He wanted to praise you for it, seeing his fingers completely coated in your fluids. He was now extremely compelled to get a taste.

Frankie lowered down between your thighs, his lips leaving small kisses on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, nearing your wet pussy. both hands of his wrapped around your thighs, his fingers leaving your heat, now getting replaced instead with his mouth. 

"ah..." you whined. "..frankie.."

Your back arched in response to his mouth clamping down on you, his tongue gliding along your clit. it laid flat, fully enveloping it. He sucked, licking up against your entrance and folds, swallowing and lapping up any slick from beforehand.

Your fingers encircled his brown, curly hair, gripping at his hair in pure pleasure. You groaned at the feeling of his mouth suckling on your cunt.

A string of moaning and slurred whines of his name was to be heard as you buckled your hips up into his mouth. You tugged his hair harder. Frankie pulled away slight, looking at her.

You appearing so helpless added to Frankie’s arousal. He couldn't neglect himself for much longer at this point.

With one last lick, he straightened back up, looking down at the mess before him. You were dripping, watching as a small stream of cum ran down your entrance. You were twitching, head disoriented, and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

Either way, you were going to have to take him.

Eyes half open, you watched him draw out his stiffened dick from his sweatpants. 

“Someone’s hard” Grinning up at him.

“Baby can you blame when I got such a Devine wife like you?” Frankie practically licked his lips at the sight of you. 

He dragged his tip along your folds at first, making you quiver, before positioning himself at your entrance. 

He gave a smirk before pushing himself in, seeing the cocky smile slowly fade into an agape mouth. He entered you, steadily stretching out your walls.

"fuck..." Your cunt tightly hugged around his cock, a wave washing over him. 

"shit...you feel so good, baby," 

he began moving, holding your hips in place, seeing you didn't have to adjust.

Your legs squeezed together, feeling your pussy pulsate around his cock. 

“Hey," he paused in motion. 

Frankie shoved them apart once again. “Keep your legs apart, babe. I want to see your pretty cunt take me." He leaned forwards, just hovering above you. 

“Understand?" His thumb caressed your bottom lip, your eyes making direct contact.

“Mhmm.." you sounded in response, though you were being whiny. You badly wanted him to start moving again.

He thrust forward, this time with a lot more force. You gasped, the unexpected movement hitting you like a truck. 

Frankie continued, pounding small moans out of you with each thrust. Your legs were tempted to close up again from the sensation, but you restrained yourself. He smirked, watching you squirm. Though you ached, you managed to keep apart for him.

"good girl." 

Heat and pleasure intensely grew inside your heart as you gazed up at him, having yet to break eye contact.

“Such a good girl for me," his fingers dug deeper into your skin, each pound getting harder with thrust. He needed more out of you.

"s-shit.." you panted out, eyes rolled back feeling the drive of each thrust into your salivating pussy. It felt too good. You could hear every squelch it made from fucking his dick.

Frankie threw his head back, growling. His hair fell backwards. "fuck, sweetheart," he hissed, knowing he was soon to cum. he couldn't last much longer after looking atyou. “You look so good like this—with my cock deep inside you."

Your cries became louder, lewder, as you neared your  high as well, including the clap of skin hastily slapping together. Frankie liked to constantly praise you, but that didn't mean he was ever gentle with you. His words might be nice, but it never correlated with his body, him always fucking the shit out of you.

You were unable to close your mouth even for a second, your eyes welling up with pleasure-filled tears. You didn't even have to worry about keeping your legs apart anymore since they went numb. 

You heard him growl as you could feel his cock twitch inside you. This would be one of his last thrusts, and you'd be correct. 

"fuck baby...i'm gonna cum-" he breathily grunts before speaking again “Bout time I put a baby in you…” big hands hugged your waist, making sure you took each thrust. 

"feel good?" he rasped.

"y-yes- ah!"

you squealed, a flood of butterflies erupted from your heat. his hand had reached over and began to stimulate your clit. that threw you over the edge. your hips buckled wildly, legs start to tremble from your orgasm nearing. Frankie did not stop for a second, continuing to listen to your pretty cries and moans as he fucked you to your orgasm.

With a final cry out, you finally went limp as the high shook your entire body for a good few seconds. Breathing heavily on top of you Frankie leaves kisses on your lips. “Oh sweetheart you did amazing… My girl.” Frankie smiles looking at his beautiful wife before pulling out and grinning as he saw his cum leak out.

“You know… Maybe watermelon sugar is a good song after all baby.” 

Before leaving another kiss on your lips.. “I love you sweetheart.”

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Day 6: Carpet- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

Prequel now available: The Test Results 

November Writing Challenge 

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis 

Monday 

“So I’ve been thinking querida, how do you feel about putting carpet on the floor of the nursery? I just don’t want the baby to fall and get hurt because of the hardwood.” 

You blinked staring at your husband, “Santi, baby are you serious? You want to put down carpet in the nursery so if they fall it might not hurt as bad? Baby the whole house is hardwood…” 

“Yeah I know, but they will probably be spending a lot of time in there and I was just thinking it might be a good idea. I already talked to the guys about it and they said they would help.” Santi grins at you. 

“Wait...you are going to have your buddies from Delta Force come to our house and put down carpet in the nursery? You don’t even want to hire someone to install it? Baby that’s insane!” you shout at him before pushing yourself out of the kitchen chair to walk to the kitchen. 

The second you stand, Santiago rushes out of his own seat to hold you. “Querida you need to take it easy you-” 

“I swear to god Garcia, women have been having babies for centuries. I am not going to get injured walking from the table to the kitchen. Santi you need to calm down, you have turned the whole damn house into a baby proof fortress, nothing is going to happen to me or our daughter, ok?” you press your hands against his chest before waddling the rest of the way to the kitchen. 

Santiago takes a deep breath before following you into the kitchen, “Ok, how about we make a compromise? I will lay off on being an overprotective papa bear and you will let me and the guys put carpet in the nursery.” 

You laugh out loud, visualizing your husband as a bear defending the house before you turn to face him again, “Ok...deal you and the guys can put carpet in the nursery.” 

Santi puts his fist in the air and grabs you into his arms, kissing you passionately. Your daughter begins kicking wildly, and Santi laughs before leaning down and rubbing your swollen belly, “you hear that mija, your papa is going to make your room safe for you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on your belly. He stands back up before kissing you again briefly, “I’m gonna go call Frankie and the guys, this weekend baby the nursery will have carpet!” 

You shake your head watching him go off. Good lord what did you just agree too. 

Thursday 

You're sitting on the couch, elevating your feet, watching TV when your phone beeps signifying a text message. Santi and Frankie had gone to the store to pick out the carpet and order the supplies for Saturday. You open the phone and snort when you see a picture of a very annoyed Frankie Morales holding up two basically identical colors of cream carpet. 

Which one do you like better? - Hubby 

You are tempted to reply and let him know they look exactly alike but you know better. 

The one on the left. - Wifey 

Hmmm…. But that one isn’t as soft. - Hubby 

You roll your eyes, how the hell would you know that. You type back a reply. 

The one on the right then. - Wifey 

Hmmmm...but it’s quite a bit darker than the other one. -Hubby 

The look on Frankie’s face is beginning to make sense. 

Pick which one you like then Santi. -Wifey 

…. Ok let’s go with the one on the left….no right….ugh fuck I don’t know this is hard querida, and Frankie just keeps telling me to pick. - Hubby 

You send a quick text off to Frankie.

Tell him to pick the one on the left. - Besties Wifey 

Querida, Frankie’s telling me to get the one on the left and you know he has no sense of style so I am going to pick the one on the right. Is that ok with you?- Hubby 

You shake your head laughing at your husband. 

Sounds great! :) - Wifey 

Saturday 

“Okay get together, I need all of you in the picture!” Benny’s girlfriend Mya is shouting at the guys. They’re all smiling wearing knee pads, jeans, and an assortment of colored flannel. 

You giggle to yourself watching them pose in their work gear. “Santi, baby do you really think this is the best idea, your knees…” you trail off watching the smile slip from his face. 

“Querida...I need to be able to protect our little girl, my knees will be fine. Plus with the four of us it should only take a few hours,” he kisses your head before slapping his hands together guiding the guys to the bedroom. 

It did not take them only a couple hours, four hours in and you and the other wives/girlfriends were lounging by the pool outside. Drinking lemonade and gossiping, when Mya came back out laughing outright holding a white box in her hand. 

“This is the greatest thing I have ever listened to!” she shouts holding the white box out to you. 

“Oh my god, is that….is that a baby monitor?” Madison, Will’s wife gathers closer to your side and you flip the switch on. 

“Why do you already have a baby monitor?” Ella, Frankie’s wife asks. 

“Santi wanted to be prepared for the baby, so he set it up weeks ago,” you tell them, twisting the knobs to turn up the sound. 

From the device comes the voice of your husband panting, “fuck...why is this so goddamn difficult?! This should be easy, I told her this was going to be easy.” 

“Pope, man maybe it’s time to call in a professional. I mean we’ve been working for four hours and have barely made any progress,” Will tells him. 

“Fuck no man, I told my wife we could do this and we are going to do it!” Santi shouts back. 

“Hermano, I’m not trying to sound defeatist but we literally have no idea what we're doing,” Frankie tries to comfort his best friend, “I mean we could shoot our way into the most dangerous places in the world but I know absolutely nothing about carpet.” 

“We are not giving up! Santi needs us!!...plus I bet Mya $100 we could get it done and you know how much shit she’s gonna give me if I lose,” Benny whines. 

Mya snorts into her lemonade, making the rest of you burst out laughing. “Maybe we should just take pity on them, and call in a professional,” you ask looking at the other women. 

“I can’t believe Will agreed to this, he is hopeless with anything related to fixing or maintenance. We have to call in a professional for everything!” Madison laughs. 

You all listen for a few more minutes, laughing as the guys argue before the painful grunt of your husband makes you get up. “That’s it I am ending this shit show,” you waddle into the house and go to the nursery ushering everyone out except Santi who sits on the floor on his butt looking up at you with an adorable pout. 

You walk over to him and look down at him, you bend your knees and half fall/half sit down on the ground next to him. Santi immediately looks alarmed before you raise your hand silencing him. “Baby, I know you really wanted to do this yourself but I think it’s time we call it quits and call in a professional.” 

Santi sighs loudly, “Querida, I wanted to be able to do this for you and the baby. I need her to be safe, and I really wanted to do it myself.” 

“Santiago Garcia, you look at me right now. We are safe with you, we don’t need high tech security cameras, carpeted floors, locks on every cabinet. You didn’t fail baby, sometimes it’s ok to need help.” 

“I love you querida,” he pulls you into his side placing a kiss on your cheek and rubbing your belly, “I love both of you.” 

“We love you too, now help me off this floor my butt is beginning to go numb,” you reach out to your husband who gives you a blank look. 

“I can’t get up right now querida, my knees...I think I need some ice and my pain killers.” 

You blink several times, “....you mean we are stuck here?” 

You both burst out laughing until you’ve got tears in your eyes. You gulp for air before looking at your husband again, “Don’t worry I got this,” he looks at you slightly confused before you take a deep breath shouting, “BENNY!! WILL!! FRANKIE!! HELP ME!!!” 

It sounds like bulls charging through your house when the door suddenly flies open. The look on their faces will be burned in your memory forever, panic and determination. You start laughing all over again, and when Frankie steps forward and asks what’s wrong you almost can’t get the words out, “We- we’re stu-stuck! We- we can’t ge-get up!” 

You and Santiago begin cracking up again like a couple of lunatics before the others join in, eventually helping you and Santi off the floor. Frankie holds your arm and takes you back to the living room, Benny and Will each holding a side of Santi easing him down onto the couch. 

“I took the liberty of calling a company to come out tomorrow to install the carpet,” Mya tells you, handing you your phone you had left outside. 

You thank her before plopping down on the couch next to Santi, your head resting on his shoulder. 

“Baby, you're the best,” Benny tells Mya. 

“Oh ho ho no Benny Miller, you owe me 100 bucks, and I owe you a massive I told you so!” Mya points at him.

The room bursts into laughter again. What a great way to spend a Saturday.

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