《"I Love You" (Franky x Reader)》Part 5: Mine
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You blushed little and Franky just smiled to you cheekily. He opened the door and stepped inside, only to be met with happy smiles and one bitter one.
You two walked in, hand in hand as Franky still thought your legs were feeling weak. You didn't dare to look at anyone, knowing they would be teasing you two. What you didn't think was that they weren't all happy for your new companion. George was glaring daggers at Franky, who just smirked to him, before leading you to Franky's seat. You were about to go sit to your place, next to George, when large hand wrapped around your waist an pulled you to Franky's lap. You blushed immediately and hid your face to the crook of Franky's neck. You heard the crew whistling and cheering as they saw you two together. "No, my little (Y/n)~chan! FRANKY IF YOU HURT MY DEAR LITTLE (Y/n) I WILL MURDER YOU!" Sanji shouted and everyone laughed, except one. Franky laughed with them and kissed your forehead, before looking straight to Georges eyes and smirking.
George felt how his blood boiled and he was trying to resist the urge to stab the man in front of him with his fork. He was about to raise from his seat, when he saw your face. You raised your gaze from the crook of Franky's neck and looked at him, like he was the dearest thing in your life. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, which made the blue haired man blush madly. You only giggled and turned to look at George, with big smile playing on your lips. George turned his gaze back to his plate and sighed little, knowing he wouldn't be able to compete with man like Franky. He was still going to tell his feelings for you, even thought he already knew your answer.
Franky noticed that George had been staring at you, and even thought he knew that you belonged to him, he couldn't help but to get jealous of the way George kept looking at you. Franky leaned down and kissed your cheek and tightened his grip on your hip, making you blush lightly. You looked at him, little confused as to why he was being so affectionate for you. You then noticed that he glanced at George from time to time and figured out what was going on. You started giggling and kissed his chin, getting Franky's attention. "What was that for?" He looked at you and you just shrugged. "I felt like doing that." Suddenly George got up from the table and walked out. You followed at him with your gaze as he walked and started wondering what was wrong. You got up from Franky's lap, but before you could go after George, Franky took hold of your wrist and looked into your eyes, as to ask where you were going. "I'm going to see if he's alright.
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Franky felt how the jealousy was striking again, and he really didn't want to let go of your hand, but he knew he should trust you at least that much. He let go of your hand and nodded. You smiled to him and walked out of the room, once again to the same terrace. She found George, looking at the moon. "George, is everything alright?" He turned to look at you and seemed little startled by your sudden words. "No i'm alright..." He turned to look at the moon. "(Y/n), i have to tell you something." He then turned to you and took your hands into his. You looked at him worried as to what it could possibly be. "For a long time now, actually, i'm pretty sure it was even before i left the old island, i..." He swallowed and took deep breath. "I fell in love with you, and even after all these years, my feelings haven't disappeared, they only got stronger." You looked into his eyes, little shocked by his sudden confession.
You looked at him for little while before bowing your head deeply. "I'm sorry, i can't return your feelings." You raised your gaze and saw his face, he had tears in his eyes, but he was smiling. "I hope he makes you happy, and if he ever hurts you, just come to me and i will kick his ass." You smiled to him and nodded, before walking to him and hugging him. "Thank you for everything you've done." He wrapped his arms around your small body and hugged you tightly. "Can i ask for one thing?" He whispered. "Yeah, what is it?" You listened to him. "Can i get one kiss from you." You blushed and backed away from him little. You leaned closer and kissed his cheek, before leaning away again. George looked at you for little while before he smiled and walked past you, stopping just before he went back inside. "Thank you, (Y/n)" He walked in and you were left outside all alone. You leaned to the railing and looked at the moon.
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You were so in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door creaking. Your train of thoughts was only stopped when two strong arms wrapped around your stomach and soft kiss was landed on your neck. You leaned into Franky's chest and sighed little. "He confessed to me..." You whispered, but those words were not missed by Franky. His grip on you got tighter and you knew he didn't like the idea of George confessing to you, specially when you two had known each other much longer than what Franky had known you. "What did you answer?" You turned around and looked into his eyes. "That i can't return his feelings." Franky looked into your (e/c) eyes and leaned little closer, cupping your face. "And why might that be?" He had cheeky grin on his face. You blushed and tried to look away, but couldn't. "(Y/n) answer me..." He murmured to your ear and lifted you to sit on the railing again. You still refused to answer, wanting to see what he would do to make you say it.
Before you knew it, he smashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and he moved his hands to your hips once again. He licked your lower lip, asking for access to explore your mouth once again, you granted it to him. He explored you, making your head spin, before he started kissing down your chin and to your neck, starting to nibble it lightly, making you moan little. You felt him smirking against your skin, when suddenly you felt how he sucked on your neck, leaving love bite to it. "F-franky... please d-don't, everyone will see." You tired to speak as he kept on kissing your neck, finding your sweet spot and making you moan more. "Say it and i might stop after couple marks."
You were shuddering by his touch and your hands found his hair once again. "Alright, i can't return his feelings, because they belong to you, i-i belong to you." He smirked and bit your neck again, sucking on it, making sure there was going to be mark. "Fran-ky, you should r-really stop." He just hummed and kissed your neck again. "I'm just marking my territory, making sure that no one else tries to take what belongs to me." He then stopped and attacked your lips once again. He kissed you hungrily and the kiss lasted till either of you couldn't keep doing it anymore for the lack of oxygen. "Don't ever leave me." You looked into his eyes and kissed him one more time quickly. "I would never." He smiled and buried his face to your neck. "Good, because you're mine."
He let you down from the railing and took your hand, leading you inside, but instead of going to the dining room where everyone were he took you to the bedroom, where you were all going to sleep. You blushed as Franky took off his shirt, leaving him only to his speedos. He climbed into one of the beds and raised the covers, before looking at you're blushing form. "You don't mind if i sleep in same bed with you, do you?" He smiled softly. You shook your head and prepared for bed. When you were ready you too climbed in, only to be scooped closer to Franky. He kissed your head and tightened his arms around you. "Good night (Y/n)." He smiled and you smiled too, relaxing. "Good night, love."
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