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For the kiss ask, I will exercise some self control and ask for only one, even if I want to ask for like twenty 😅
For the pairing, I'm thinking Frankie and Bonnie (which oddly enough, the last time you did a prompt ask, I requested the same pair) and #27 "Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other's lap". Please and thank you 😄
Thanks very much for the ask! Oh, Frankie and Bonnie, how I've missed them! I'm happy you decided to go with those two.
Pairing: Frankie x chubby!reader (aka Bonnie). For more of this pair, go to my Forever Starts With You masterlist.
Warnings: reader is self conscious in a swimsuit but everything is fine because Frankie is perfect, and then there's kissing.
Summary: You and Frankie go to a pool party.
Okay so that gif is not by a pool but whatever
You have no idea how Frankie got you to agree to this. This is literally your nightmare.
The sun is shining, the audio system is pumping out something upbeat, people are talking and laughing – and everyone is in swimwear, or something tiny and summery. And no one is fat, of course, no one except you.
One of Frankie’s military buddies invited the two of you to a pool party and it’s really not your scene, least of all because of your size. You fretted for weeks before the party, went to the most expensive lingerie store in town and bought a disgustingly expensive swimsuit that looks amazing on you – but you are still overweight. Your skin still turns lobster red in the sun. You spent even more money on a kaftan dress that you probably won’t wear again, and only then did Frankie realize that you were dreading the party.
”We don’t have to go,” he told you, but you shook your head.
”You want to go.”
Frankie loves the sun and summer. You don’t mind it but you burn easily and with your weight and body, everything is sweaty and slippery and uncomfortable in the summer. And to put your body on display like that.
”You don’t have to wear a swimsuit,” Frankie tried.
”Then everyone will know exactly how uncomfortable I am,” you pointed out. ”It’s a pool party, of course I have to wear a swimsuit!”
So here you are, in your expensive outfit, with sparkly sandals on your feet and a straw hat on your head, your flickering gaze hidden behind dark sunglasses.
”You look amazing,” Frankie assures you in a warm whisper at your ear. ”I’m proud as hell to have you by my side.”
His arm is around you, and you feel more confident as he kisses your cheek, before steering you to wards the host couple. You are introduced, your kaftan is admired, you’re handed drinks, you make small talk until the next guest arrives, and you can retire to the side. You wave at Benny, who’s in the pool with someone in a triangle bikini on his shoulders. She shrieks when he tosses her into the water.
”You wanna go swimming?” Frankie asks, but you shake your head.
”Absolutely not.” You sip the margarita, and make a little noise.
”Christ, this margarita is good.”
”Lemme have a taste.” Frankie’s holding a beer, but you hand him your drink, and he sips it, licking his lips as he hands it back to you.
”That thing’s deadly. Enough of those, and I’ll get you to not only come swimming with me, but also perform a whole musical, Bonnie.”
You scoff at the nickname his friends once gave you after a particularly wet night during which you performed Total Eclipse of the Heart.
”I learned my lesson that night,” you shudder. The hangover you suffered from the following day was epic and you have no wish to repeat it, ever.
You mingle, talking to people, getting another drink and some snacks. You relax as you realize what you already knew deep inside: nobody cares about your size and what you’re wearing, all everyone wants is to have a good time.
You stay later than expected, and when the sun has set and the pool area is lit up by string lights, you finally go swimming. The pool water is a little warmer than you prefer after a day of sunny weather, but that just makes it nicer to get out of the water, into the cooling night. You walk around the pool, heading for Frankie in a chaise lounge, and you smile widely when you see that he is ogling you, a new beer in hand. When you reach him, he reluctantly hands you a towel, like he doesn’t want you to cover up just yet.
”Good swim?” he asks you in a low voice that vibrates along the length of your spine. You have to lick your lips before you can answer.
”It was okay. The water was too warm.”
He makes a sympathetic grimace but says nothing more. Instead, you can see how he caresses the curves of your body with his eyes. You give him a little shove.
”Hey, stop eye-fucking me.”
”Never.”
He smirks at you, and you grin back.
”I don’t think this is the right place for that, baby.”
”Anywhere is the right place with you looking like that.”
You roll your eyes to let him know just what you think of him being so simple about a woman in a swimsuit. Frankie takes your hand and gives it a light tug.
”Come on, sit.” He pats his thighs with his other hand.
Normally, you would hesitate. Sitting on his lap, even in the privacy of your home, isn’t something you enjoy much, because of your weight. But you’ve had a great day, you’re crazy in love with him, and you’re buzzing from several margaritas over the course of the afternoon, so you yield. Sitting down, you carefully try to distribute your weight, but Frankie doesn’t care as he slips his arms around you, happily staring into your cleavage that is, conveniently enough, right in front of him.
”Perfect,” he sighs happily, and you have to giggle.
”You are such a man.”
”Totally am.” His finger traces a feathery line along your spine, making you shiver. ”And you don’t mind at all, do you?”
You have to admit that it boosts your self esteem to have him look at you like that.
”I mind that I’m sitting here all hot and pretty, and you haven’t kissed me once yet,” you tell him off, and Frankie laughs before leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
”You could have asked, querida.”
”I thought you were clever enough to understand what was expected of you,” you retort, your tongue flicking out at his lips.
”Clearly not...” His mouth closes over yours in a soft kiss before opening, moving a little, then closing again. You cup his cheek with one hand, the other losing itself in the curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie rests one hand on your wet thigh, innocent-looking enough, but his fingertips are digging a little into the soft flesh, reminding you of how he can grip you when his face is buries in the apex of your thighs. His other hand is on your lower back, making slow little circles on your wet skin as you kiss.
”Maybe it’s time we go home?” you suggest in a soft sigh against his lips. He smiles, and shakes his head.
”Not yet. I want to show you off a little longer. Okay?”
You smile back, cheeks feeling warm.
”Okay.”
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Princess in green ¦ Abde Ez
Summary: In which you and abde are invited to his friend's wedding party
Warnings: None
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" I'm ready! How do I look?" You proclaimed to your husband who is leaning on the new car he bought lately, he switched his gaze from his phone to you, his eyes wandered around your body and a smile crept to his gleaming face. You were wearing a sheen green kaftan that hugged your curves perfectly and a pearl necklace around your neck. You choose to wear your hair down since it looked perfectly voluminous after the blowout. And your makeup wasn't heavy except for the wine-red lipstick that suited your skin shade perfectly. Not to mention the golden strappy heels stiletto to match the necklace hugging your neck. Abdessamad made his way to you, you flattered your long eyelashes at him when he grabbed the tips of your fingers gently.
" Give me a little twirl! " And you did, feeling like a princess.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, closing the gap between you, and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing your exotic heavenly, comforting scent.
" You look bonita!" He mumbled quietly. As much as you liked the moment you both gotta get going. You were heading to Abde's friend's wedding party and you couldn't be more excited. Half an hour later you were already there. The private venue looked really royal and astonishing. You were welcomed with a cup of milk and dates. As soon as you entered you felt a doze of energy, Abdessamad was helping you with the kaftan fearing you'd trip and your heart fluttered at his gesture. You greeted your friends and some of his teammates featuring Bilal who complimented your looks along with a wink and earned a smack on the head from Abde. You were already engaged in small talks with some of Abde's friends and their dates when they served tea and the pastries. Your pupils turned into hearts when you felt the floral taste kaab el ghazal melt in your mouth along with the mint tea. Chunks of heaven in your mouth! You could feel Abde pulling your chair closer to his, his hand on your waist flicking on the soft material of your kaftan.
By the time they served dinner, you already had your fair share of dancing. Abde wouldn't let you at the beginning but some flashing eyes and some promises made him loosen up! Hell, he even didn't stop dancing until you pulled him forcefully after you felt a terrible ache in your feet. Once you've sat down you frankly removed your high heels, leaning down to rub your feet, perhaps it might make the pain fade away. Suddenly, you felt Abde placing your foot on his lap and taking over the mission. You felt some stares but you couldn't care less, especially when your husband's skillful hands were massaging the pain away!
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this was requested a long time ago and just had a chance to see the light! just ignore the shortness and incoherence please
I HATE THIS FIC BTW
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