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notafunkiller · 2 months
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Summary: On New Year's Eve, you gather the courage and you take a bold step, approaching Frank and igniting a spark of connection.
Pairing: writer!endings beginnings frank x female reader
Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 23, Frank is 42) teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral séx, protected séx, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 5.2K
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A/N: I think this will be a series, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, I want to thank @lavenderhaze967 for supporting me!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
You’re not a coward...  You’ve never been, but as you pat him on the shoulder, you want nothing more than to run away.
What were you thinking? What are you gonna tell him?
You grab the glass from the table and try to turn around quickly, but it’s too late. You see him out of the corner of your eyes how he shifts, and now he’s facing you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You stop with a sigh, and you find yourself checking him out shamelessly.
His hair looks perfectly styled, but in that “I don’t give a fuck” way you always admire. Even when you try or not to care, it still ends up messy. And the whites in his beard make you feel a little weaker. He looks even more handsome up close.
“Well, hello there.” He smiles shyly before bursting into giggles.
You freeze for a little bit, taken aback by his smile and the way it makes his eyes glow.
“Hi.”
“Happy new year,” he says, still smiling, with his hands in his pockets. He looks so casual, yet so attractive. It makes you wonder if it comes with time...
You clear your throat. “Happy new year!”
You don’t like how awkward you sound, it’s embarrassing, so you need help. Without noticing he follows your gaze, you turn your head toward your friends, who’ve been watching you all along. You try to show them with your eyebrows that you need some tips, but the only thing they do is to give you a thumb-up.
Sighing, you look at him again and notice how his cute smile turns into a lob-sided smirk.
“Is that for me, darling?” He nods toward the glasses you’re holding, and you mentally slap yourself as you hand him one.
“Oh, shoot! Yeah!”
He snorts, amused. “Well, thank you very much.”
With a playful wink, he brings the glass to his mouth, taking a huge sip. Your eyes remain locked even as he licks his lips, savoring the aftertaste. The corners of his mouth curl into a charming smile again, and you sigh, feeling your cheeks get hotter, as he acknowledges your gesture with a nod of appreciation.
“You’re welcome.”
“Anything I can help you with? What’s the dare?”
You don’t know how to react for a second. What dare?
“I don’t know what you mean,” you murmur.
“Look, darling, I really don’t mind.” He chuckles, waving around with the hand he’s holding the champagne glass with. “Just tell me what’s the dare, and I can help you.”
Still caught off guard by his assumption, you smile politely. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand... Where did this dare idea come from? There’s no such a thing.” You look at him with a mix of curiosity and gentle insistence, wanting to know what it’s running through his mind. You feel so embarrassed.
“I mean...” He brings his free hand to the back of his head to stroke his hair. “I was young once too, you know? I wasn’t always forty-two, I promise.”
He laughs, but you’re still focused on the casual way he dropped his age. You wouldn’t have guessed he is over forty for sure, but that doesn’t change anything. You still want to kiss him. He, on the other hand, seems to care about it. Gosh, how would he react if he knew you’re just twenty-three?
“You don’t look forty at all.”
That is the only thing you find yourself mumblings, and you sigh as soon as you realize how biased that sounds.
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but he keeps smiling, so it must be a good sign, right?
“Well, don’t let my wrinkles or,” he pauses to stroke his beard. “My whites hear that. They might feel left out from the aging party and all.”
You can’t help but giggle, bringing your free hand to cover your cheeks, trying to hide your redness. He is casually bringing up his age, white hair, and wrinkles. Is he trying to send you a message?
“Sorry if that sounded weird. Your wrinkles are a part of...” You stop mid-sentence, not knowing what you’re going to say. You’re so silly. “I just meant… you look great. Um, yeah, sorry again.”
“So you think men in the forties look-”
“No, no,” you interrupt, panicking, but he laughs.
“I was just teasing, darling, don’t worry. Saw you turning to your friends earlier and I assumed you got dared to offer me champagne or something. I mean, why else would a woman like you talk to a fossil like me?”
Your eyes drop to his lips immediately when he chuckles. They’re wet and chapped, and you wonder how they’d feel against yours. His beard is long enough not to itch, so...
“You’re, uh, really hot,” you say bluntly before taking a huge sip from your champagne glass without taking your eyes off his face.
He frowns for a second, probably taken aback by your words, but he doesn’t get to say something as everyone around you starts to count. Almost midnight.
You take the glass from his hand and place it along with yours on the table.
This is it...
When the counting hits three, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes at the same time you get on your tiptoes, and crush your lips against his in a moment of madness. You didn’t want to have time to think twice, because you know you wouldn’t have done it. You never do something crazy like this. You’re never brave enough.
But it’s like you’re kissing a statue. He doesn’t respond at all, keeping his mouth and his arms completely still.
You step back; a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over you. “I’m so sorry,” you blurt out as you feel your cheeks reddening even more. You want to look into his eyes as you apologize… You really do, but you find it too hard. You don’t want to see the rejection or, even worse, the disgust. “I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorry! I was completely out of line. You obviously didn’t want me, and I just crossed…” You fumble for words, mortified, and you realize it would be better if you just left. So you turn around, not even taking your glass. You just want to run away and cry yourself to sleep. You’ll have to leave this place earlier, since there is no way you could face him ever again. You shouldn’t have even approached him, you ruined his New Year’s Eve. God, you didn’t even ask him if he had someone! You simply assumed he is single because he didn’t have a wedding band, and you didn’t see him with anyone.
You take a few steps into your friends’ direction, crushed, but you feel his hand wrapping around your forearm, stopping you and, at the same time, turning you around.
You wonder if he’s going to scold you as you stare back at him, but he surprises you too when he moves his hand from your forearm to the back of your head, tilting your head enough so he can lean in and kiss you.
You gasp when you feel his lips, and he doesn’t hesitate even for a second to deepen the kiss. You feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, and you moan, feeling your knees weakening. You don’t think you’ve ever been kissed like this, let alone in public. It makes your attempt from earlier look ridiculous. You try to kiss him back with just as much passion, bringing your hands to his neck so you can feel him better. His beard doesn’t tickle your face, and his tongue is amazing.
You’re gonna remember this forever, without a doubt.
He breaks the kiss with a pop when you can’t breathe anymore, letting your foreheads touch gently.
“Now this is, indeed, a happy new year.”
“Thought you didn’t want it... me,” you whisper, still looking at his now red lips. You just want to kiss him again and cover his whole face with lipstick.
“The question is do you really want me like this? I’m an old man with a very messy fuck boy past. You know, I even used to do drugs,” he says seriously, but not moving away. It’s like he’s waiting for you to take the step back, and when you don’t, he continues. “You seem like a good girl, and I assume you’re pretty sober.” He pauses, waiting for you to confirm, so you just nod. “Good! But I don’t want you to make decisions in the heat of the moment. Even if it’s just for a night.”
Even though you understand being a good girl is not an insult, you’re still offended. He basically offers one night, so his past doesn’t matter. Fuck boy... you guess this is also his way of telling you he is single and doesn’t look for something serious. And you appreciate he’s warning you about everything. No man who’s still in that mindset would warn you. He means well, so you grab him by the collar of his shirt. “Do good girls kiss you without even knowing your name?” Your tone takes him by surprise. His eyes widen, and a giggle escapes his mouth.
“Still a good... and younger girl. Too young for me for sure.”
You sigh, getting on your tiptoes again.
“What if this good, younger girl takes you to her room and lets you fuck her?”
You don’t know where this comes from. You’re always straightforward, but not like this. And definitely not to a man in his early forties you don’t even know. But you really want him, and you deserve to enjoy yourself for a minute.
His eyes are big, but his smirk tells a whole different story.
“If you’re sure,” he waves around, signaling you that you can leave and that he’s in. Your heart is racing as you take his hand. “I guess you want to be my good girl.”
*
His hands are everywhere: from your hair to your hips as soon as you close the door, surprising you. You drop the keys and your purse on the table and let him guide you to the mini-couch. If you thought the kiss from earlier was intense, the way he kisses you now makes you completely breathless. He’s really, really good at it, and the way he’s grabbing your ass is actually perfect. Even though his tongue explores your mouth with almost desperation, you don’t feel like he rushes anything at all.
“It’s Frank, by the way,” he whispers against your cheek before he starts unzipping your dress.
“What?”
You nervously let the sleeves fall and then step out of your dress. Your underwear doesn’t match and you are not prepared for sex, but he doesn’t seem to mind, staring straight at your bra as if it’s his worst enemy.
“My name, darling.”
“Frank...” You repeat. It fits him, it sounds straightforward.
He smiles widely, bringing his hand to your back to unhook your bra.
“I hope you’ll keep saying my name tonight. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”
You can’t even be mad at him for his lie.
“I somehow doubt that, Frank,” you snort, throwing the bra on the floor yourself. You keep your eyes there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do, but you feel his hands on your breasts before you can even say something, squeezing and teasing your nipples.
“You have the most beautiful tits ever. Wanna bury my face in them as I fuck you. Would you let me do that too?”
You can’t help but sigh, bringing your hand to his chin. “You don’t have to lie to me, okay? I actually ask you not to.”
He stops fondling your breasts, and you make eye contact. He seems a little confused and maybe even mad.
“I mean every word I say. I don’t need to lie, do I? You said you’re gonna be my good girl. So I do feel like licking your tits as I fuck you till you scream my name, okay?”
“I never said I wanna be your good girl, did I?” You ask, changing the subject, and bring your hands to his flannel shirt-jacket to remove it.
“No, you’re right. You wanna be my brat.” He bites his bottom lip as you start to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can, noticing how your fingers tremble. “Have you ever been called a brat before? Did they even notice you are one?”
“Do you always talk about others during sex? That’s a total turn off for me, just so you know.” You pull off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. God, please have mercy! You finally meet his eyes. “And no, I haven’t been called that before. You’re the first one. Does that stroke your ego or,” you pause so you can unzip his jeans. “Should I stroke something else?”
“No need to stroke anything. How about being a good princess and lying on your back so I can get a taste of your pretty pussy, hmm?”
You probably made a face since he brings his lips between your brows, stopping you from frowning with a kiss.
“Princess, really? Did that really get you laid?”
“I thought it turns you off to talk about other people,” he whispers as you lower his jeans and briefs at the same time, trying not to frown again at the thought of what you brought up. You know it’s silly and unfair to wish to be seen as unique, especially in the eyes of a man with experience like Frank, but you can’t control your thoughts.
You shake your head, wanting to snap out of it. One night. You have to stop overthinking for only one night... or, well, until you two finish. “You’re right. Let’s just…”
He steps out of the pool of clothes but doesn’t let you go to the bed or even look down, holding your face so you can meet his eyes.
“I haven’t called anyone princess until now, I swear. And I’ve never been with someone this younger, either.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Frank.” You smile. “I promised to let you fuck me, so...”
“Sweetheart, hey!” His voice is not just soft, but also comforting. You immediately notice his bottom lip between his teeth, though. “Tell me if you changed your mind. Tell me to stop any time. I know you can’t fully believe that, but I promise I’m not lying about anything. I can charm you better with my tongue than with some words I wouldn’t believe in. I found you incredibly hot when I saw you tonight. Checked you out before you came to me, but I realized you’re way too young and you don’t need this shit. I assumed you’re with someone.” His thumb touches your bottom lip, and you whimper.
“Frank...”
“I could come just by looking at your face. Won’t even talk about your tits. Whoever made you feel otherwise is a fucking jackass.”
You don’t know if you should laugh or simply kiss the hell out of him, fighting the urge to apologize, so instead you look down, straight at his cock and gasp. It’s thick and so, so hard. The precome on the head makes you wonder how it’d taste. The slight curve and the visible veins make it look even hotter.
You’re nervous since you did this only two times, so you certainly can’t say you’re an expert.
You gently grab the head of his dick with your right hand, stroking a bit with your thumb. It steals a moan from him instantly, making you feel proud.
After that, you drop to your knees without hesitation, not taking off your hands until you make sure you are close enough. You look up at him just in time to see him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, shocked.
“I wanna suck your cock so much, but I need some... guidance. I’m not,” you stop shyly for a second to rephrase it. “I want to know how you like it.”
“Jesus, sweetheart, are you trying to kill an old man?”
“Why, do you see one with us in the room?” You take one hand off so you can bring your tongue to the head and get a proper taste.
You feel his fingers flying to your hair instantly, almost pulling, and you keep looking into his eyes.
“S-stop, I told you I want to eat you, now be a good-” he hisses when you take his tip into your mouth, playfully letting your teeth just graze him. You don’t know where this came from, but you just had the urge to do it. “Fucking brat!”
This time he actually pulls your hair a little, making you actually whimper when you lose contact with his cock.
“If you don’t like it, you can, uh, fuck my mouth. I never... But I-”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, leaning it enough so he can grab you by your waist and lift you until he can properly take you in his arms to carry you.
“Just shut up for a sec and listen, okay?”
You roll your eyes, licking your lips. “Or what? Gonna punish me?” You mock him before telling him your name as he drops you on the bed.
“Yes, I’m gonna punish you. Is that your real name?”
You move, supporting yourself on your elbows as he spreads your legs.
“Yes, why? Did you give me a fake name?” You get goosebumps when you feel his hands on the sides of your underwear. And before you can continue to question him, you hear the tearing sound at the same time as you feel the underwear fall on the bed.
What the fuck?
“No, but I never know with a bratty little girl.”
“Little girl? You’ve just ripped my underwear, Frank!”
“You almost bit my cock!”
You roll your eyes. He’s so dramatic.
“If I’d really wanted to bite it, you’d have no cock right now to fuck me with, so...”
He shakes his head, and you almost reach for those strands that fall recklessly on his forehead. He has such pretty hair, you’re jealous.
“God, look at this.” He sounds so fascinated as his fingers find your slit. Your body jolts in surprise when you feel his touch. “So wet.”
He smiles cheekily before bringing his finger to your mouth and pressing it against your bottom lip so you can feel the wetness. Then he kisses you with hunger, licking and biting until you open.
He doesn’t just deepen the kiss, he also moves and drags you with him until you’re on the edge of the bed.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he says suddenly, making you freeze for a couple of seconds. Unexpected.
He starts leaving a trail of kisses on his way down to your pussy: from your chin, to your neck, the valley between your tits, your navel, then right above your entrance.
“I want you not to hold back, okay? If you feel the need to ride my face, please do. If you want me to use my hands or tongue in any way, tell me. Guide me... use me, I’m all yours.”
The way he says the last part makes you whimper. He wants you to use him for your pleasure… and there is something about this that drives you absolutely crazy.
“Yes, Frank.”
He smiles, breathing out right against your entrance, making you shiver before licking. Fuck.
“Good girl.”
Your hips start moving before you realize what you’re doing, and Frank’s nose is brushing your clit, making you whimper. It was only for a second, but he immediately catches the sound.
He stops, and you open your eyes in panic. He told you to do whatever you felt like. There is no way he is mad about this, right?
He looks far from mad or bothered. He looks somehow more turned on than before, and the sound of him licking his fingers makes you shiver in anticipation.
You feel his mouth kissing your clit at the same time he curls a finger inside you. The moan escapes you before you can bite your lip, and you feel his smile between your legs.
You can’t help but rock your hips again, searching for his tongue, wanting to make him fasten the way he fucks you with his finger, but he is no hurry. He wraps his lips around your clit again and sucks slowly while his index finger stays unmoved inside you.
He’s a fucking tease!
Remembering his words from earlier but still hesitatingly, you let your back hit the bed and bring your right hand into his hair, pulling gently to get his attention.
He looks up, not changing anything, and you start stroking his hair. “Gimmie more. And... faster, please.”
You sound shyer than you wanted, but it’s the first time you have any kind of intimacy with this man. And it’s not like you have a lot of experience.
And thankfully, he doesn’t tease you more, getting another finger inside you, and he starts to pump them much faster. The way he sucks on your clit now is a bit different too, and it’s so good. You don’t even realize you’re pulling his hair until you feel his hand over yours, encouraging you to grab it harder.
“Don’t wanna h-hurt you.” It’s so hard to focus. “You have pretty... hair.”
The truth is that he has the prettiest hair you’ve ever seen, but you also never pulled your ex’s hair during sex. Ethan hated his hair being played with when he grew it out, and most of the time you wouldn’t even be able to pull it anyway since it was way too short.
You snap out of your thoughts when you feel Frank’s teeth teasing your clit. You’re extra sensitive.
“F-Frank!”
And it seems like he knows and he’s just messing with you.
This time, you don’t hesitate to move your hips, just not with too much force because you don’t want to suffocate him. But he seems like he does since he moans into your clit and starts basically suckling. You’re losing it. You’re losing it and you can’t even warn him. You’re coming all over his face with a hand in his hair and another grabbing the sheet under you.
He doesn’t stop any of his movements until you open your eyes and let go of his hair. You didn’t even realize how hard you’ve been pulling it, but you don’t feel bad, he seems to enjoy this a lot.
“You taste fucking fantastic.” These are the first words he manages to say between breaths, and in a second he is back on top of you, his lips shining with your wetness. You immediately bring your hand weakly to his chin and stroke his beard, which is also wet.
You shake your head a little, trying not to blush. He wouldn’t say that just for the sake of it... you can’t question it again, and you don’t know how to answer. What can you say? That he has a lovely tongue? So you choose to change the subject.
“Can I return the favor now, Frank?”
He frowns, closing the gap between your faces. “It is not a favor, princess.” And then he kisses you, giving you a taste of your own pussy. He’s not even trying to deepen the kiss, so you open your mouth, letting your tongue taste more of your wetness. His whimper makes you feel victorious, and you use it as an opportunity to explore inside his mouth. You can’t say you taste in a certain way, but at least it is not bad. Frank, on the other hand, has a taste you don’t think you’d ever get tired of.
“See?” He breaks the kiss. “Gonna get me addicted.”
You roll your eyes. “I highly doubt that, now please tell me you have a condom.”
He freezes for a bit, and you almost groan in disappointment, but then he smiles. “Yeah, I think I have one or two. Old habit.”
You don’t say anything about his last remark as you watch him get off the bed and grab his jeans from the floor. You try not to think once again about how this will end soon and you’ll be remembering this night for a long time. And thankfully, he is back with two condoms, smiling as he opens one. He lets the other on the floor and before you can offer to help, he’s already ready.
“How do you want me?”
He looks at you surprised, probably not expecting this question, but you don’t know what he likes.
“Wanna ask you one more time... are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop-”
“I told you I want your cock, Frank. That I want you to fuck me.” You giggle nervously, spreading your legs. He didn’t decide after all. “Now please...”
“Need to fuck this doubt out of you.” He shakes his head as he positions himself between your legs, and before you can answer, he leans in, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your head. “Let’s see how much it takes for you to cry out my name.”
You’re not sure why you feel so nervous. He ate you out, you played a bit with his cock, yet somehow this makes you agitated.
You’re proud of yourself for not closing your eyes even after he enters you. Your body is trapped between his elbows, and you whimper, grabbing his arm to keep some kind of sense of your surroundings.
He’s much thicker than Ethan, and you find yourself trying to spread your legs even further apart, wanting to feel more of him. It’s something thrilling about this discomfort because it makes you crave more.
“You okay?”
“Ihm,” you gasp, trying to find your breath.
“Should I stop?”
“What? Why?”
You realize shortly after he giggles what he actually means, and you look away embarrassed.
“I meant inside you, darling. You’re, uh-”
He forgets what he was gonna say when you raise your hips to get him deeper inside you, and without asking him for permission, you wrap your legs around his ass. You need him all the way in even if it’ll hurt. You want to enjoy this to the fullest... every second of it.
And it’s absolutely a joy to see a man like Frank lose his focus.
“S-so good.”
“God, are you-” He moans when you rock your hips a bit more, trying to get used to the sensation of being so full. “You’re perfect, fuck!”
“I n-need you to move, Frank. Fuck me, okay?” The more you try to fuck him the louder the impact of your bodies gets... from your slickness to his balls hitting your ass.
God, you never wanted to be fucked so hard more than now!
“Please, give it to me, I can... I can handle it.”
It’s like something snaps inside him because in no time you’re getting what you wanted. He’s fucking you and smiling in a way that you can only describe as devlish. It’s sexy, and mocking, and warm at the same time. It makes you lose your mind.
“Look at you, begging to take my cock, beg- fuck! Begging for me to fill this pretty pussy. So wet for me!”
You wrap your legs around his ass even harder, digging your heels a little into his cheeks when he starts pounding you into the bed. You can’t keep down your moans even though you try to. So you bring your palm to your mouth so you can bite it. But Frank doesn’t seem to like it. Not at all... He stops mid-thrust, making you cry, needing more, just to move your hand away from your lips and pin it to the bed.
“Under no circumstances, you’re allowed to do this again.” His tone might be authoritative, but his eyes are soft and warm. You can’t help but bring your other hand to his face to stroke his beard.
“Why not?”
“Be a good girl and don’t play.” He’s not waiting for you to respond, though. He lowers his face a bit more and kisses you, making it impossible for you to breathe as he starts thrusting again as well. The pace is faster, more brutal somehow than before. He swallows a few of your moans as you desperately cling to his shoulders, trying to gain some strength to roll your hips back to meet his. When you do it, he hisses, breaking the kiss just to murmur how wet and tight you are. How good you feel and how he’s never gonna be the same. You can’t focus on anything, especially not on his words. Your eyes are blurry from the tears, and you can’t stop moaning. It’s like you have no control over your body, and for once, it’s not scary.
You lose it, though, when he lowers his hand to your clit and circles it over and over again. It’s like something short-circuits your body. You’re no longer just holding onto his shoulders, either, you’re scratching them without realizing as you come still crying. The way you scream his name, on the other hand, is enough for Frank to come too, thrusting a few more times before falling on top of you; his head right on your breasts as the pleasure takes over his body. You don’t care how heavy he is as you watch him through the fogginess looking so content.
“Was it okay?” You whisper, caressing his scratched shoulder with one hand while stroking the back of his head with the other one. “Sorry for hurting you.”
“Did you just use the word okay to describe what’s just happened?” He raises his head before rolling over so he’d stop crushing you. “This is the best sex I’ve had in my life, Jesus! And hurting me? Please, princess, it was so hot.”
You snort, suddenly more relaxed. He enjoyed it. Probably exaggerating with the best part, but still...
“I guess you have a pain kink, Frank.”
A huge smile spreads on his face as he pulls you to his chest. You don’t care that you’re both sweaty, you want to cuddle with him. You only have a condom left, then you’ll be alone again. And you might never have this crazy sex ever in your life. The thought makes you wanna cry, but you need to focus on the present. He’s still here.
“Should I bring you some water?” You feel his lips on your forehead. “Gonna get you a towel. Want a snack? You’ll need your strength for round two.”
It looks like he’s in no hurry, so you take a deep breath and smile.
“Some water sounds great. I can clean myself though, no need to bother yourself.”
But he’s on his feet before you can even finish speaking.
“You better not move!”
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buckyalpine · 1 year
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Okay , onto my Frank request then! Being Frank’s friend and he’s all over the place but he’s attentive when it comes to you . He makes sure you’re okay and looks out for you . One night , he’s driving you to your place . He pulls you close in the front seat , cuddling his side while he’s holding a cigarette and driving with the other hand. When he stops at a red light , he turns to you to tell you how beautiful you are . One thing leading to another , you’re making out and when you reach your house , he’s picking you up by the back of your thighs and carries you inside . He makes you scream that night and then you fall asleep on his chest . But when you wake up , you’re in an empty bed . You’re so upset , thinking Frank treated you like any other girl he takes home for the night . You’re crying and you don’t hear the door opening or a worried Frank rushing to your side after picking up breakfast
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18+ minors dni 
Oh this sexy menace? Fuck yes.
Frank x f reader
"I don't ca-
"It's y/n"
Franks eyes grew wide, grabbing the phone from his friend to answer his call; he usually lets it go to voicemail but never with you.
"Hey peanut, you okay?"
"Mhm, m'fine" You slur out and he's on his feet making his way to his car. You said you were having a girls night and at least it sounded like you enjoyed yourself.
"Where are you right now"
He comes and grabs you, smirking when you stumble out of the club, right into his arms. He carries you to his car and buckles you in, you have a goofy grin plastered on your face and he's definitely taking a few pictures to tease you with for later.
Once he reaches your place, he has you in his arms again, chuckling at the way you cling onto him while he carries you to your room. He carefully removes your lashes and does his best to take off your makeup. He slips you into one of his shirt's you've stolen, tucking you into bed before crashing on the couch just in case you get sick in the middle of the night.
He knows he can be a bit of a mess but not when it comes to you, not his favorite little peanut. 
*****
“I told you it was good” You sass, while Frank shakes his head, taking another drag of his cigarette, driving you home. “Just admit it” 
“Fine, it was okay” 
“It was more than okay!” You poke his arm, the both of you coming back from a movie you had insisted on going to. If anyone else had told him to go, it would have been a hard no, but for you? He was at your door within minutes. That didn’t mean he wanted to admit it was actually a good movie. 
You continue rambling on about the movie, which makes him smile. Everything about you makes him smile. Your voice. Your smile. The way your nose crinkles when you laugh. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, he can’t stop the way his mind is racing; you’re so beautiful and sweet. You’ve been the most consistent person in his life, you’ve been there for him in more ways than he can count. You’re stopped at a red light and he can’t even stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. 
“You’re gorgeous” 
You roll your eyes, you were not new to Frank’s flirting, this was nothing new. 
“Y/n” 
Hm. He never used your name. You gasp, feeling his arm pull you closer to him, making him look at you. “You’re so beautiful...”
Your face is near his, you can feel your skin heating up with each passing second. He leans in slightly and before you can stop yourself, your lips smash onto his. His tongue slips past your lips, his fingers tugging your hair gently, as if something he had contained for ages was finally releasing. 
You moan, feeling his lips trail down to your neck, whining in protest when he has to reluctantly pull away after the light changes. There's only a few more blocks till you get to your place, but you’re more desperate than ever. 
As soon as he pulls up to your drive way, he’s ran around to the passenger seat before you can even unbuckle yourself. He easily lifts you to wrap around his waist, your thighs hugging onto him tightly and his lips are on you again, heading straight to your room. 
*****
“Y/n, give it to me baby, just one more sweet heart, c’mon” 
Sweat is beading at his forehead, his cock fucking in and out of you, he wants to cum so badly but not until you cum one more time for him. His hands are toying with your clit the other holding your waist while he gazes down at you. His lips are brushing against yours while he rolls his hips, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot each time. 
He’s already made you cum twice (the benefit of being friends, you’ve told him what you like and he definitely paid attention during that conversation). The sheets are damp, your mixed arousal dripping out of you, making a mess everywhere. Its sloppy and desperate, pent up tension between you both reaching an all time high. 
“F-FR-ANK” you cry out, clenching and squeezing around his cock, your orgasm right on edge. Tears are prickling your eyes, pleasure is surging through your body, because of him. Your walls and fluttering and you can feel his cock throb. 
“Cum with me baby, milk my cock, you feel so good baby-fuck-can’t hold it” 
“I-fuck-I’m CUMMING” You cling onto him, your pussy making it impossible for him to hold off any longer, he can feel your slick gush out of you and he’s only going to fill you back up. 
“Gonna cum so hard for you y/n, FUCK” You can feel his warmth fill you up, his pace unrelenting trying fuck you through your high. 
You can barely move afterwards, hardly able to feel the warm wash cloth between your legs. You feel his arms wrap around you to pull you into him; he places your head onto his chest. He’s cradling your head, gently stroking your hair while you fall asleep, you’ve never felt so complete. 
****
The bedside his empty.
His clothes are gone.
You don’t see his wallet anywhere. 
He left.
You should have known. You were no different. You knew exactly who he was last night, he’d shown you who he was time and time again. Why did you believe you were any different.
Maybe because you actually loved him.
You thought he maybe felt the same.
Guess not. 
You curled into a ball, tears streaking your face as you cried, your face buried in your knees. You didn’t even hear the door open, crying harder when you thought about all the times you wished he was yours. 
"Peanut? Hey, hey baby" He rushes over to your side, immediately pulling you into his lap. His heart is beating out of his chest, he’s hardly ever seen you cry, mostly because he’s always there to stop the tears before they even start. 
"Baby what’s wrong"
"I-” You stop yourself from speaking, your skin heating up while he brushes your hair away from your face waiting for you to answer. You feel can’t bring yourself to tell him why your upset, not wanting him to think you’re clingy, especially if there's nothing more here. He looks terrified, wondering if he hurt you or if you felt pressured into doing something you didn’t want in the first place, he’d never live with himself if he hurt you. 
"Baby? Did I do something wro-
"No!" You bite your lip, worried about telling him more. "I-I thought you left" You whisper, looking down at your lap, refusing to look at him. 
"No sweet heart, I just went to grab us something to eat, thought you'd like those waffles from the diner"  He’s rubbing soothing circles on your back, pulling you to lay on his chest, just like he did the night before. "Why would I leave you"
You shrug, not wanting to tell him you thought he saw you like every other girl he takes home, fearing that really was how he saw you.
"I'd never leave you peanut"
You snuggle into his chest, still feeling unsure. He wraps his arms around you, his lips brushing your forehead. He’s thought about this moment 100 times over, and nothing compares to how perfect you feel, sitting against him. 
“You promise?” You whisper, smiling softly when he tips your chin to look up at you. 
“Baby, if you haven’t pieced it together already-
He hesitates. He might had said this haphazardly in the past before but this is real. He means it. He doesn’t want to screw this up.
“I love you” 
You blink up at him, gasping when he comes down to kiss you, the sweetest softest kiss anyone's ever given you. He stays with you the whole day. Many days. and nights. and you’re always safe. you’re always loved. in his arms. 
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fineanddandy · 4 months
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Relationship: Endings, Beginnings!Frank x black!reader
Warnings: submissive male, dominant female, domme tings, needy possessive behavior, domme/sub relations, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, secret relationship, tiny age gap, graphic language, 18+
A/N: this was mostly Quinn influenced. Saw needy but possessive sub male tags in an audio and thought to myself, “hmm…now who would be a good subby baby…” and bam, my boy Frank came to mind. No plot really…just a little smut driven drabble of sorts…
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Sitting across from your dorky younger brother and his friends, you stifle back your giggles behind a sharp smirk. Ugh, what are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be flirting with your younger brother’s friend, but god he’s so fuckin wicked. Biting his sinful smirk with a wink, as everyone talks shit around you guys too occupied eye fuckin each other. Maaan…you really shouldn’t be giving him the attention. After the last time you guys fucked around, you said you’d stop. It’s your little brother’s homie after all, so you guess it’s a little weird or whatever…but how can you stop wanting him when he looks at you like that? You had been doing pretty well most of the night ignoring his secret advances, cutting your eyes and suppressing your sadistic little smirk when he spoke or touched you. But as the night wore on, and the drinks kept constantly pouring, you were having second thoughts about your night’s plans.
At first, you were just having a bit of fun with Frank, pawing at him when you needed a little attention, and he became fixated with his role, damn near begging most nights for you to use him again. So fuckin sexy when he begged too, with those soft grey eyes…his smooth gravelly voice. That was the problem. He’d barely give you a look, barely utter a word, and you were ready to make him squirm. If he wasn’t such a sweet, needy little thing…
“Can you guys shut the fuck up and play already?!” One of your brother’s friend’s shouts over the commotion. “Y/N! Come get your brother!”
You roll your eyes with a shrug, standing from your seat for a refill. “I don’t know why I bother coming to y’all’s game nights…” You dismissively wave your empty glass as you head for the bottles lining the kitchen counter. You know why you bother coming. For the love of video games, their goofy ass arguing, and for your little play thing…
“Yo Frank! Where you goin?!” One of their friend’s shout after him chasing you down, signaling him to shutup back over his shoulder. Scoffing a chuckle to yourself, you shake your head and fill your glass with ice. You knew he would be following you in here to ask,
“So when are we heading back to your place?” Frank suggestively whispers in your ear, glancing back at the guys in the living room to see if they’re paying any attention. But they’re runnin their mouths, not giving a fuck about y’all. You slowly pour whisky over crackling ice, pretending you don’t hear his question with a crooked grin. He keeps his flirty lips near, watching you make your drink, ignore his question. Frank was done hanging out with his bonehead friends, and past ready to hang out with you. Alone. Keeping him on edge was all apart of your game he loved to play the most. Fuck C.O.D with the boys. Frank slowly lifts his hand to faintly brush a finger across the back of your neck, leans in a little closer so his hot breath dances across your flesh. “C’mon…I’m bored. And I wanna play…”
You can’t help the way your shoulders slightly shudder under his playful touch, grinning around the rim of your glass as you draw away. Eyeing his retreating hand, you take a long drink and lick whisky away with the tip of your tongue. Gradually you drop your hooded gaze down his front, take him and his boner in with a long sigh. “Hmm…keep it in your pants, lil Frankie boy…” you muse, snatching up his hard on with a sleazy smile. Give it a nice squeeze just to make him moan a little.
“Mmm…must you do that…” Frank sighs with a whimsical smile, inhaling a deep breath with a flutter of his lashes. He throbs so nicely in the palm of your hand.
“Yes.” You smile wider, giving it one more good squeeze just because you can, then immediately drop your hand and walk away, as if nothing happened. “Y’all done?! I’m up next, and y’all gettin on my nerves.”
Finally these dorks have settled down and are ready to move on, grumbling and laughing amongst themselves as you rejoin the party. Leaving Frank to readjust and calm himself down before comes back, clearing his throat and drinking his beer, trying to ignore the dull ache in his tight balls.
“Yo, sis, you’re on my team.” Your brother shoves the controller in your hands as you plop down on the couch beside him. “Yo I swear she’s gonna fuck y’all up,” he points to his friends on the opposing team, “she’s a fuckin beast!”
A beast indeed, Frank smirks at you side eyeing him with a chuckle, diverting your attention to the screen. He’s very much aware of what kind of beast you are, and he can’t get enough of it. The taunting, the teasing, the way you owned him. Frank loved being under your thumb. Gratified his insanely long crush on you. Anytime you told him to come, he’d happily come skippin right along, ready to do your bidding. Willingly falling to his knees, mouth wide open, tongue out and panting. Your brother and their friends had no clue what you two have been up to. And he liked it that way, that you guys had your little secret sick affair.
Tonight, he came on a mission. It’d been too long since the last time, so Frank was jonesing. You’d been blowing him off for weeks now, blatantly informing him about your dates and hook ups; if he didn’t get his chance tonight, he was going to flip shit. So desperate for your pussy he was fighting every urge to take you to your brother’s bedroom. Worship you as they shouted at the game. Frank’s got a serious hankering, and he needs to be satiated before he does something out of hand and expose you guys. Knowing you, and how you’ve been acting lately, he may have to put up a fight to get what he wants.
As you take out your brother’s friends out with maniacal chuckles, you feel Frank’s haughty stare burning the side of your face, as if he’s trying to distract you and bait you into looking at him but you’re almost done with this round. Your brothers’s friends cuss and gripe with each kill as you snicker at a mental image of him over there. Probably got his legs spread wide open, dripping dick aimed in your direction. Fuck, he’s thirstier than usual—there goes another kill—you grin, because that’s exactly where you want him. Foaming at the mouth, brain clouded by his dire lust, just so you deny him once more. Ha…you’re sick, but so is lil Frankie boy there.
One of your brother’s defeated friend’s messy ass ups and asks out of nowhere, “so big sis, what’s up with you and your latest conquests?”
This dude here… You scoff as you take out some sniper atop a building, tempted to glance back at Frank to see if he’s scowling. He hates how you casually talk about your roster in front of him, especially when the guys bring that shit up. “Not much to report really. They come and go you know…” You keep your answer vague just to push his buttons.
And he doesn’t make it any better as he shouts with a laugh. “Oh so you got it like that?!”
Darting a glance back at Frank stewing, you shrug a sly shoulder and all the homies erupt in big laughs, hyping you up, except for your lil play thing who’s just shaking his head. So was your brother, grabbing his forehead as he grumbles,
“Please shut the fuck up. I do not want to hear about my sister’s sex life.”
Neither does Frank…unless…
“Shit, I’m trying to get like her…” one of his other friends fess up and a couple of them agree with more laughter and you just shake your head at him, trying to focus on the game. Someone was hiding from you. Stealthily seeking your last victim out, you smack your lips.
“Please…you’re too careless…”
The guys roar their oooo’s and awww’s, giving him crap because it was true. His game was trash; he could only wish he had his shit on lock like you.
Intently staring at the screen to help you, your brother waves a hand at him. “Seriously, dude, shutup. Quit distracting her.”
His friends crack up, loudly recounting your exploits as if you’re not sitting there just to make your brother mad, attempt to throw you off. As if that’d work. Even Frank’s hurt scowl isn’t going to stop you from owning these asshats. Isn’t going to stop you from owning him period.
“So…tell us…how do you do it?” Frank asks over everyone talking. With a shake of your head, you bite down on your smile, finally locking in on your target. Game just about over, as soon as you put one in the back of their head. Your brother tries to contain his excitement, but he’s bouncing up and down in his seat, egging you to pull the trigger already. Aimed and ready. By the time they notice, bang. Game over.
Meeting Frank’s smoldering eyes, you proudly toss the controller down on the coffee table. “Simple. Keep ‘em in their lane.” Your brother’s triumphant and the room erupts louder than before. How’d you do that?! And so quickly too?! That’s so unfair! The only reason you’re invited! The guys are outraged. Good, you wink over your glass at Frank, finishing off your drink in one satisfying gulp. You gotta go.
Keys in hand, you slip on your jacket, doing your best to hurry up outta here so you won’t cave to Frank. You don’t feel like being questioned about where you going or who you gonna be with. Frank won’t like your answers. And with him chompin at the bit to get between your thighs, there’s no telling how he’ll react to you leaving. Hence why you gotta get out while the gettin’s good and currently, he’s distracted, yappin it up with your brother. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket.
I’ll be at your place in ten.
Shit, you quietly curse, reaching for the doorknob just as a warm creamy hand wraps around it first. Ugh fuck, you stomp your foot, turning to find Frank right up on you. Wasn’t he just preoccupied? You should’ve known you weren’t getting away easily.
“Leaving? So soon?” He presses you back into the door, suffocating you with his heat.
Rolling your eyes, you push him back off you some with a flat hand. “Yeah. Got somewhere to be.”
“Without me?” He arches an intrigued brow, feigns a little sad pout that instantly transforms into a smirk. “Doesn’t sound like too much fun…”
You tut a half smile, raise your chin. Only if he knew. “Trust me. It will be.” You boop his nose as you whisper into his lips, “Bye lil Frankie,” push him out the way as you yell back over your shoulder, “Bye guys!” They shout bye in return as you head out the door, giving Frank one last playful glare just before you slam the door shut in his face.
To check yourself, and to keep your love life interesting, you date random guys from Tinder. And tonight, you had a really cute guy you’d been seeing and flirting with for weeks lined up. You were a little excited to press up against him, cuz he had been talking a real good game. About all the shit he wanted to do to you, and how he couldn’t wait to taste you. Ugh, he had you ready to find out. He seemed a little aggressive, which you liked on a man from time to time. Sometimes it was nice to be pushed around. Especially when you’re the one that’s usually doin the pushin. So you in need of a switch up. That’s why you couldn’t entertain Frank’s foolishness tonight.
Fuckin with Frank was so much fun though, always had been. Growing up, all he ever wanted to do was impress you, and you were always right there putting him in his place. And he seemed to really love it; no matter how bad you dissed him, Frank kept chasin up behind you. So it didn’t take long for you to realize that he liked you. Definitely didn’t take long for you to realize…you could have a little fun with him. And at first, you started real small. A couple of “accidental” grazes, long intense stares, some cute laughs at his jokes. Simple touches on his shoulders, hands, knees. Tiny requests here and there; Grab me this, take me here, can you do that for me please Frankie. A lot of insinuating thank you’s, you’re so sweet, the fuckin cutest, flirting when you got him alone. But still sneak dissing him in front of friends, reminding him that he was nothing but your little brother’s weak ass homie, that he’s not the only one you’re out here using. This silly little game was never ending…
“Well…that was a fuckin bust…” you mumble under a facepalm, walking away from your front door with a heavy sigh. The hell man…did dudes forget what “down to fuck” means or what?! Wastin your damn time. And he seemed so about it when you set the date up, just for him to pussy out? You hate when this fuck shit happens that dude’s done. Now you’re all worked up, ready to exert all your pent up sexual energy on anyone, when out of nowhere, your phone pings from the other room. Looking down the hall, your belly warms. Mmm…shit… Ping, it calls out for you. Intuitively, your feet anxiously pace back to your bedroom, gunning for your phone on your nightstand. There, two unread texts sat:
Thought you had somewhere to be…
Let me in.
You fuckin knew it.
Tossing your phone back down, your feet quickly pad back to the front door, swinging it open to find Frank standing there, already shaking his head down at you. You dissed him for a dude who couldn’t even deliver. Sad. When were you gonna give this shit up.
“What,” you grin up at him, a little grateful he showed up on his own. Well…this is a first. Think he slick or somethin. Can’t help but wonder how long had he been waiting for dude to leave.
“He didn’t last long.” Frank chuckles as he pushes pass you, shutting the door behind him.
“What do you know…” You shrug as you turn away. You ask him, “why are you here Frank? Did I summon you?”
He hums behind a clever crooked grin, “mmm…not directly…but, I heard your little pussy cryin out for me. So…” presenting himself like a magician performing a surprise trick.
Spinning back around on your heel, you fall out laughin, shaking your head at him with a fold of your arms. “Oh? Y’all talk like that?”
Frank nods. “Mmhmm. You see…me and your pussy, we’re like this now.” He crosses his fingers in front of his snarky mouth. “Knew she was left achin, so I came right on over…”
More like he’d been outside your building and saw dude leave not even an hour or so after arriving. Sure, you like to get to the point, but the timing of his departure was concerning. Did dude turn you down? What a fuckin idiot. But that’s okay cuz now your Frankie boy’s here to do what the dumb fuck couldn’t. As usual.
Looking him up and down, you tut with a chuckle, “you don’t know my pussy…” Although what he said was kinda cute, kinda turned you on. Maybe they were familiar with one another but…
Frank dramatically nods some more as he encroaches. “Yes I do. We’re the best of friends. Know her like the back of my hand. Wanna know why?”
You hum up at his dimpled chin, scaling his humored squint with your own. “Yeah…why…”
“Cuz I’m obsessed with her…with you…” Frank grazes his thumb across your heated cheek. “No one else knows her like I do…”
You almost nuzzle into his fragile touch since it’s so sweet, but you pull away, remember who the fuck you are, what the fuck it is. “So you say, but I think you should get in line Frankie…”
“First?” His brows jump.
You deny that notion, even though it’s pretty much true. “Not even…more like fifth…?” You ponder with a small shrug.
Frank trails his fingertips down your arm, looming over you with those depraved dark eyes. “Well…what can I do to prove my rightful place, big sis?”
Ah shit…there he goes, using that nasty tone, that condescending nickname. That bullshit shouldn’t make you tingle since your brother’s besties have been calling you that for years but…because it falls so sinfully from his pouty lips, because it was him…that shit was so goddamn hot. Turned you.
Leaning up into that fuckin mouth, up on your toes, you murmur, pressing a stiff hand into his trembling chest, “must I always tell you what to do lil Frankie?”
He weakly gasps, “no ma’am…” desperate to taste your sneaky tongue but not yet, not without your permission. His heightened breath quivers, well aware of what comes next as you gradually push him away.
“Didn’t think so.”
You snicker with a shake of your head, staring down at Frank fall to his knees before your bare feet. Once he’s securely planted into his rightful place, you flicker your brow and he claws at the elastic waist of your shorts, pulling them down your smooth legs with a lick of his parted lips. As he exposes your pussy, he inhales a deep breath, relishing in your scent and it makes his dick painfully hard. Holding steady, he helps you step out of them with a sad groan, relieved to see your pussy. You just huff a laugh at him dying to keep it together. Be a good boy, but he’s unintentionally inching his chin towards your thighs, hypnotized by your heat. Despondent and deprived is what got him here in the first place, what’s going to get him punished.
You affectionately run your fingers through his fluffy hair, smile sweetly as your nails gently scratch his scalp, just before you forcefully clutch down on his head. Frank moans with a catch of his breath, boldly staring deep into your mad brown eyes. “Can’t believe you showed up at my front door without a proper invitation Frank. You know what’s up. Are you so fuckin needy you turn into a fuckin creep?”
Yanking on his fisted hair, you jerk his head back, and his mouth falls wide open, his long tongue rolls out over his bottom lip. You softly moan out for him, stroke your nimble fingers up and down your wet slit for him convulsing in your grip. Waiting for you. Choking on his whimpers as you put on for him. Tap your fingertips against your juices collecting along your folds, buck your hips in his face. His pretty eyes water, pools of drool collect and begin to trail down from the corners of his shaky lips. Frank nods a hesitant yes in your tight grasp, gasping for air.
“Poor lil Frankie boy,” you scoff with a tiny smirk, timidly removing your saturated fingers from your middle, stretching them towards his tingling tastebuds. But you refuse him with a tsk, bringing your pussy riddled hand for your mouth instead. Noisily you suck the pair clean with enticed moans and a few smacks of your curled lips, love to watch him squirm, silently beg with those big bright eyes of his for anything. You hum around your pruning fingertips slipping out from your tangy mouth, collecting every bit of your tainted saliva on the tip of your tongue. Just by the way your lips begin to shape Frank eagerly opens his eyes wider, stretches his chin up. So excited, your walls flood at the sight of him begging harder for your spit down his dry throat. Your hand relaxes and caresses the back of his head as you lean over, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin from the sound of his satisfied moan. He swallows with a long grin, a flutter of his curly lashes, and you just about cream down your thigh.
“Fuck I missed your pussy…” He whimsically sighs, opening his dazzling eyes up at you. Flattered, your folds flutter, asking for the game to be over so he can do them a service. Guiding him in by the back of his head, you stifle a lighthearted chuckle. Why is he so fuckin gorgeous when he’s such a dumb slut for you.
“Don’t tell me,” you gulp in anticipation, staring at his oversaturated pink lips near yours, “Show me Frankie.”
Frank always greets your clit with a sensitive kiss first, as a sign of gratitude, before he slithers his tongue over the length of your slit. Your shoulders sink in relief. Your skin ignites as he buries his face further between your unstable legs, sinking both broad hands into your ass cheeks. His big mouth suctions onto your enflamed flesh, engulfing your juices down his throat. A shaky groan rattles your sunken chest, your knees damn near buckle. Your fingers card through his hair as you drop your head back with an airy sigh. Damn near chuckling with delight Frank’s hungrily making out with your swollen lips so hard it’s fuckin insane.
“I am big sis,” he breathlessly whines, sucking and toying with your fat clit, drowning himself in your wetness, “I am I fuckin can’t help myself…”
“Mmm no you can’t. Poor lil baby…addicted to my pussy?” You cock a coy grin, rocking your hips back and forth over his working lips.
He nods in between your hot thighs, smearing his lips all in your wetness. “So much.”
Your head spins, your stomach flips; you love to hear it. “Do anything to fuck me…won’t you…”
“Mmmhmmm,” he whines, tracing his curled tongue along your contracting insides.
You claw his scalp, catch your breath. “Is that why you showed up at my house unannounced? I told you I had plans.” Fisting his hair again you shudder over his playful tongue.
“I’m sorry but—good thing I did—ow, fuck! I’m so sorry big sis please.”
Tugging on his hair again you lean him away from your messy folds and bend at the hip to get shit clear. “You don’t get to wild out just cuz you tryna fuck, Frank. I didn’t send for you. But man, your ass is so fuckin lucky I’m so horny for you...” You snatch your hand away as you straighten up, glaring him down.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he sheepishly implores, placing a dozen kisses at your throbbing clit for your forgiveness, “just love your pussy so much…”
You drop a tender touch down the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, yeah…I know baby. But doesn’t give you the right…”
Frank’s glassy eyes burn through you, lapping up your creamy goodness, softly shaking his head as he presses, “I know. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again I promise…”
You giggle at how cute he sounds begging for mercy. How big and sad his eyes are. “Sure…you’ll say whatever just to lick my pussy. Clearly do whatever…”
He rests a hand on your inner thigh to open you wider to rub his scruffy chin, puckered lips and nose deep into your pussy, mumbling into you, “can’t help myself. I’m so drawn to you. Since we were teens Y/N, you’re all that I want…”
“Aw Frankie, fuck, you’re so pathetic,” you whimper behind a bitten lip, pushing him closer by the back of his head. Smothering himself in your essence, he nips and kisses, strokes your clit with the tip of his nose.
Frank slips in a curled finger, then another, wiping his slippery prickly chin down your shaky muscle. “Aren’t you tired of these randoms disappointing you? When you have me, willing to do whatever to please you? So good to you, all I wanna do is make you cum over and over again…”
You lose your breath as your shoulders tremor, riding Frank’s penetrating fingers. God you just about fall apart when he says shit like that, does shit like that. Fight it all you want, but you love Frank right here, giving his all to you. Never had a man worship you like this ever and he had always been so good to you. You should take advantage of him more often…lock it down, make it official or whatever. Quit wasting your time with these stupid ass randoms.
“Mmmm you are so good to me Frankie…perfect little pet…”
He snakes his long tongue up, down, through your slit and declares, “your perfect little pet. Only belong to you. And your perfect little pussy belongs to me and only me.”
“Oh Frank…” You gasp, your hips jolt.
“Who else makes you this wet huh? Nobody…”
“Mmmnu-uh fuck…” your whole body trembles as you stifle a broken whimper behind thinned lips, combing your twitchy fingers through his soft hair.
“Only me big sis cuz I fuckin love this perfect pretty pussy…” Frank wraps his tongue around your clit and sucks hard, fucks you with his fingers. “Miss your cum…miss your heat…”
You weakly hum and whimper as you spazz out. Slipping deep into his cool eyes your lower belly burns, your hips twitch. Grappling onto his head as a wave of euphoria overcomes you.
“My god make me cum Frank…fuck I’m so close…be a good boy and make me cum…”
Taking him by the roots you rock his head up and down, grinding your pussy harder into his mouth.
“Yes…yes ma’am…yes…” he gently growls against your folds, slamming his knuckles in and out of your hole, luring you to your demise.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Drink my cum baby. Lick me clean Frankie goddamn you’re so fuckin good…my good boy yeah baby…”
Your hips shudder with a big sigh, trying to get yourself together after cumming like that. But the way his tongue meticulously laps away your creamy goodness disorients you more. Does nothing but turn you on even more. So infatuated with Frank’s filthy mouth you curl a smitten grin, thumb away some of your wetness to suck on. He’s such a pretty mess, hair all askew, saturated cheeks and chin but warm and glowing he’s so proud with himself. It’s so goddamn adorable, and what you’re starting to live for. You want to fall into him as he pulls away with an elated groan, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and sucking his fingers clean, but you back away looking for a seat. Frank frowns, pouts, tugging his bulging crotch with a strong fist.
“What about me big sis?”
Shit, your wobbly legs couldn’t make it to the sofa, so you collapse onto the edge of your coffee table with a curious laugh. “Hmm? What about you?”
“My dick’s so hard…sensitive…” Frank unzips and shoves his sticky hand into his underwear, gropes himself with a little pathetic moan, “wanna cum too…”
“Oh,” you shrug a bored shoulder, “was making me cum not enough for you?”
He squeezes his dick, drops his head back, exhaling an airy sigh. Feels amazing touching himself but he’d feel so much better if it was you. “Baby, of course, but…”
You lean back on your hands and watch with a tilt of your head, spreading your legs out in front of you. “You wanna be taken care of, huh. Think you deserve that after poppin up the way you did?”
Frank’s whole body shudders, he stutters, “but-but it’s been months since I’ve been inside you…” looking back at you with those mopey cloudy eyes begging again and you just press a simple grin.
“And since you disobeyed, you should go another month or two…” You offer, wiggling your brows.
Shaking his head, he stumbles forwards on his knees, pulling his stiff veiny dick out. “Please no. Please big sis, please let me fuck you. Forgive me and let me feel you please, please…I’m so sorry for being so desperate but I need you. Need to be inside you baby fuck.”
“Oh my god,” you snort, “Look at you, fuckin drippin all over my floor. You in heat lil Frankie? Huh? Gonna cum all over yourself?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he cries, rolling his cupped palm all around his wet tip, “but I wanna cum inside you big sis please. I’m fuckin dyin to fuck you senseless. If you let me…please let me…”
You smack your playful lips, lift your chin and a challenging brow. “You think my pussy wants you inside her? Hmm?”
Frank chokes as he fastly strokes his dick, “fuck, I know she does.”
“Hmm…so confident, so sure Frankie…” Sitting back up, you bite back a snicker then tut to yourself, rolling your eyes. “Well, I think she’s fine and you’re just being a selfish little boy. Think that precious filthy mouth of yours did a damn good job and you can run along now.” You flicker your fingers, shewing him away but Frank’s determined, panicked, as he stumbles towards your barefeet, dick still fixed within his tight fist.
“Oh my god no—fuck, please, please, please baby let me fuck you. Let me inside you big sis I just wanna make you happy. Just wanna make you feel good like I always do please.”
“Alright, alright Frankie.” Enough fuckin with him, even though his whining was like music to your ears. You reach out for him. “Of course…you’re just so fuckin sexy when you beg like that…”
Excitingly he nuzzles his scruffy cheek into the palm of your hand. “Only for you sis…only for you…thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Frank softly takes you and gradually pulls you off the table and down onto your cold floor, leaning over you enthusiastically smiling up at his devious grin as he spreads your bended knees apart. “Gonna fuck you so fuckin hard, cuz I’m your good little pet, your good lil Frankie boy…”
You giggle at him licking his lips at your exposed pussy. Your fingers curl along your squirming sides, anticipating that initial slow stroke. That spine tingling stroke that makes Frank’s eyes cross every single fuckin time good god. You wanted his sex just as bad as he wanted yours. Sure, you may be giving him a hard time for his futile actions, but you were so incredibly grateful that he came all on his own. Maybe you had done a pretty good job keeping him wrapped around your little finger, trained him well. Maybe he was actually that in tune with your body after all this time.
You inhale a restless breath as Frank deliberately wraps his fingers, one by one, around his pulsing weight. “Mmmyeah? Gonna beat my little pussy up you want me that bad?” Lifting your ass off the floor, your fluttering folds graze the head of his dick and you both moan in unison.
Running the tip against your slit again he huffs a hard breath, then sinks right on in, crying out a feral whimper. “Fuck—yeah huh…shit you feel so amazing on my skin…” Frank cages you in, lays atop of your heaving breast, and fiercely pumps your convulsing walls. “Don’t wanna stop fucking you…don’t wanna stop…fuck baby…can’t fuckin stop…” he hisses into your ear, slamming his dick so deep inside you shrill a surprised gasp. And he loved the way it sounded so much he had to do it again. Again. Again. Fuck—again. Your shuddering shoulders press into the floor, your walls flood all down and around his length.
“Oooh my fuckin god Frankie yes, yes…fuck me…” You hardly whisper under your ragged breath, strongly wrap your arms around his back to hang on. Frank wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, feeling so secure in your hold that he smiles in the crook of your neck, popping his spasming hips between your trembly legs.
His raspy voice grumbles, “you like the way I fuck you big sis? Huh? I make you feel good?”
“So fuckin good baby shit.”
So good, in fact, you’re already on the verge of cumming again, clawing his clammy skin and uncontrollably moaning out. Dropping your knees wider so he can reach even deeper, grinding your hips into him each time he fills you. Your feverish bodies roughly writhing against each other; you two want to cum so bad—y’all could feel the burn at your core, but the sex was too good. You and Frank didn’t want this feeling to end.
Frank senselessly sputters, “I love fuckin you sis. Thank you. Thank you for letting me fuck your brains out. Thank you for giving yourself to me,” as he sits up on his knees with a derpy smirk, taking you by the back of your legs to toss them up on his muscular shoulders. “You’re so fuckin gorgeous. Everything about you…your skin, your tits, your thighs…” He guides his unsteady hands all over your quivering body, highlighting mentioned attributes with strong squeezes, shaking his head at how perfect you are folded beneath him.
You card your fingertips up through his hair, meet his adoring gaze. “God Frank.”
“Yeah you like that, like me worshipping you, don’t you. Like squirting all over my dick, like making me a fuckin pathetic mess.” Frank sinks a thumb between his pouty lips and sucks, then delicately places it moist with his spit on your tired clit as he begins to fuck into you again. “Aww sis, fuck, what I won’t do to live inside you. Do anything to keep my place.”
Your spine curls off the floor. “Oh my fuck—Frank fuck right there, don’t stop.”
“Whatever you want.” He whispers, kisses your shin just before he hunches back over you, thrusting you an inch or two up the floor.
“Mmmm god…wanna cum for you.” You gripe, trying to catch your breath but your lungs are tired.
“Then cum for me…” Frank darkly purrs into your parted lips, circling your clit harder, stroking your pussy faster.
“Fuuuuck—cum with me. Better fuckin cum with me.” You breathlessly demand, focusing on his aggressive pumps, his lively eyes awaiting the second you burst. You’ve never seen someone so joyous to see you cum. So excited to feel you suffocate his cock he impatiently picks up the pace, grunting behind a clenched jaw,
“Oh I’m with you baby come on. Cum for me. Cum all over your lil pet.”
As you lose all control, you whimper and giggle in between his arms, slowly regain your senses with big stabilizing breaths. Every single time y’all hook up, you’re always left wondering how the fuck does he do that? Always leaving you depleted but needing more, no guy—dom or sub—has ever made you feel this unordinary lovely. Once he feels completely empty, Frank rolls onto the floor beside you, brushing his damp hair back off his forehead. Gasping for air with a happy go lucky smile, he grabs ahold of your frail hand and holds it on his swelling chest. A small sign of appreciation, and all he’s allowed to do after giving you what you want. Frank will take it; he’ll take whatever you give him just to show you how much he liked you. You glance over at him all caught up in his feelings, clutching on to your hand and quietly smack your lips. Oh god, look at him.
“Let go chump.” You tease as you snatch it away to push yourself up off the floor. Time to cut this sentimental shit.
“Aw come on,” Frank fusses with a laugh as he jerks you down into his side, quickly holding you in place there before you’re trying to fight your way out. “Can’t cuddle, can’t hold your damn hand...”
Damn straight he can’t, the fuckin sap. You push and shove until you break free, immediately up on your feet, darting a silly glare back over your shoulder. “Frank, don’t make this anymore complicated than it is.”
You pick up your shorts as he pulls his pants up from around his ankles. “Me? Making this more complicated?” Frank tuts and rolls his eyes, standing so he can zip back up. “That’d be you, Y/N.”
“Dude shutup,” you mumble as you walk away, trying to escape where this conversation’s always headed. But he never lets you get away easily, chasing you down the hall to your room.
“Just admit it,” he carries on, still a little out of breath, “You like me. And you like that I like you as much as I do. You don’t have to fight it anymore. Who cares what they’ll think…”
Just outside the door of your bedroom you abruptly turn to say, “I don’t care.”
“So fuck it, let’s just be together!” Frank earnestly grabs you by the shoulders, sets a sentimental stare deep into your stunned eyes. “We can still do this, be this and no one would be none the wiser. There’s no place I’d rather be. No one else I wanna be with. So c’mon…quit playin with me….”
But you’re so good at it, and for years now it’s been so much fun. But lowkey, you’re growing tired of all the recurring disappointment, and with your Frankie, there’s no room for that. You make sure of it, and so does he, always keepin it too real with how he feels, how much he adores his role. So…why wouldn’t you want that all the time? With someone who gets you, and likes you no matter what. Frank clocks your intrigue, and he hugs you close to his body with a bashful grin. Is he about to finally get his way after all this time? You side eye his pink cheeks with an enticed sigh. You do like him, like his face a lot, like that he keeps up the fight to have you. You’d be a fool to turn him down, but you can’t help but play with his feelings just a little bit. Old habits…
“I don’t know…think I need a little convincing…” you fist the front of his shirt, leaning in for a supple kiss. You got to…you’re so attracted to his mouth.
Frank anxiously meets you halfway, tongue cresting his bottom lip, murmuring, “haven’t I done enough already…” as your lips sweetly meet, inhaling each other in with tender moans.
“No. Never.” You mutter, nudging his nose, nibbling at his upper lip as you gradually fist the back of his head. “Said you’ll do whatever to keep your place…so…” Drawing him away an annoyed brow, you usher him into your room, letting him go once he’s standing at the foot of your bed. You slam the door shut, then go take a seat before him already protruding behind his fly. You snort a chuckle as you faintly brush a knuckle down his length, scaling a tantalized gaze up his heaving front. “Take your clothes off Frankie,” you whisper, scantily trailing your knuckle back toward the button of his pants.
He pants, “yes ma’am. On it,” as he yanks his shirt up his abs and over his head, tossing it across the room. You sit back on the bed and watch him willingly disrobe for you, his stiff dick bouncing between you intently staring at one another. Frank kicks his pants away and drops to his sore knees, humbly waiting for his next instruction with an honored chin. You swear you can never get enough of this.
Admiring Frank graciously perched there, you lick and bite your mischievous smirk and try to ignore the way your heart skipped a couple beats. Maybe being together could work. He’s the only one that has this effect on you.
Sitting up to praise his handsome face, you pinch his dimpled chin and hum mere inches away from his gasping lips, “such a good boy lil Frankie…now…show me how you jerk off to me when you’re all alone…”
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buckybarnesisdaddy · 5 months
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All is Well
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Healing takes place in many different ways. Some people need constant reassurance; some need discipline because they’ve never had any, and some desperately desire to be loved; that’s where Daisy, Precious, and Dutchess come in as they teach their men that everyone has hang-ups, and that's okay.
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A/N- This was a fun one and there will be more parts! This stemmed from a joke between me and @theinheriteddutchess about Basement Wives (Husbands) and it grew from there. @rainydayandmondays joined in and now we’ve got ourselves a little story! Please read ALL warnings before each chapter. You are responsible for the content you consume. Minors DNI
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Picture collage by yours truly.
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ramp-it-up · 10 months
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Bar All Else
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Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Reader x Barkeep! Frank (Endings, Beginnings)
Summary: Its Endgame for you three.
Part 12 of The Bar AU. This happens right after Good Morning.
Word count: 5K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S/MUT! Read at your own risk. This has Everything: Angst, fluff, family holiday, coming out, polyamory, mlm. PWP, digital p, double p, anal, extreme oral, boys kissing, degradation kink, fun in the shower, praise kink, proposal in a home under construction (I had to do it.)
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The next morning, afternoon really, Andy and Frank somehow untangled themselves from you and were busy in the kitchen, making food that smelled divine. You sat up, stretched, and smiled, your body deliciously sore from the night’s, and morning’s activities.
Your heart skipped a beat at the thoughts running through your mind as you heard their soft murmuring from the other room. They were trying not to wake you, even though it was one o’clock in the afternoon. 
Doubts plagued your mind. Could you actually have both of them, could you be committed to two men? Did they really want a future with you, or just sex?
You chewed your lip and began to overthink as you took a quick shower and dressed in one of Andy’s flannels. You caught Frank and Andy smiling at each other over coffee as you padded into the kitchen.
“...Morning…”
Your voice was timid, shy even, and as they looked over and took you in, you were blushing as if you three hadn’t shared the most intimate acts a few hours ago.
“Good morning, Baby Doll.” 
Frank smiled at you and moved to come and kiss you on your forehead. You smiled up at him, basking in the warmth he gave you. Andy took you in wearing his shirt and in Frank’s arms, and his heart picked up pace.
How could a sight be more perfect? He moved toward you.
“Morning, Sweetheart. Did you rest well?”
You embraced Andy with your other arm, beaming up at him. 
“I slept like a rock. I was tired out for some reason.”
You winked up at him and smirked at Frank, realizing that this situation was definitely really happening.
“Hmmmm.”
Andy took your shoulders in his hands and looked at your face, concerned, as Frank moved to dish up the food.
“Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
Andy was terrified at this moment. You saw the fear in his eyes and stood on tiptoe to peck his lips.
“I feel divine, well used, and satisfied. For now. Daddy.”
Andy exhaled and pulled you into him, eyes darkening. You could feel him thicken through his sweatpants.
“And we aim to keep you that way…”
Andy stared down at you, thinking that you really were a goddess. 
Frank cleared his throat behind you. 
“But first, let’s eat.” 
You raised your eyebrow over your shoulder at your other lover.
“Food, Baby Doll,” Frank intoned.
You giggled as Andy swept you off your feet and onto a barstool.
“What do you want, Baby Doll? An omelet, or French toast with bacon?”
You looked between the two men, eyes twinkling.
“Who says I can’t have both?”
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You spent the lazy Sunday afternoon watching movies and pretending the outside world didn’t exist. Frank and Andy lavished attention, food, and water on you, making sure that you were alright. They didn’t want you to bolt again. You sensed their anxiety.
But you couldn’t stay in denial all day.
Andy was reading with your head in his lap, and Frank was massaging your feet at 7:02 pm as you scrolled your phone you let them have the truth.
“Guys…”
They both looked at you.
“I gotta go home. I have to go to work in the morning.”
Frank’s face fell and you looked up to see that Andy’s mirrored his. You sat up.
“I know. It’s been a beautiful weekend, but if I stay here, I would never want to leave. And we all have jobs. Time to go back to the real world.”
“This could be the real world, Baby Doll…”
You cocked your head at Frank and Andy spoke before you could ask your question.
“What he means is that we’d like to book you every Saturday night for the foreseeable future, Sweetheart.”
Andy and Frank shared a look as your heart melted. 
“And maybe a couple of nights during the week?”
Frank’s voice was hopeful. You thought this was going fast, but hell, you had wasted enough time. You smiled at them. 
“That sounds real nice.”
Your heart warmed as both of your men kissed you on the cheek. It was so pure. You all stood up they watched as you went into the bedroom to grab some of Andy’s sweats and the rest of your things. They had their heads together when you came out, but stopped and led the way to take you home. This time, when they took you home, you let them into your small apartment and it seemed that they filled up every available space. It was after 8 pm and you already felt lonely, although they were still there.
“I have something to tell you.”
Frank stood up straight, and Andy clenched his jaw, as if they were bracing form something. You were glad that you’d waited until you got home, or they would not have let you leave.
“I love you. I love you both.”
You felt hands on your waist, pulling you between them in your small living room. You peered into the ocean blue eyes in front of you.
“Say it again. Say that you love me.”
“I love you Frank.” 
You smiled up at him, realizing it was the first time.
“Fuck, I love you too, Baby Doll.”
You kissed him, pressing your body full length against his. Andy was right there bedside you. You reached for him while you were kissing Frank. When Frank released you, you turned and kissed Andy.
“And I love you, Andy”
“Fuck, I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. You know that,”
You kissed Andy tenderly. Then you leaned against the doorframe to your bedroom as they stood on either side of you. You felt like a rabbit in a wolves’ den, about to be devoured. The tension was thick but no one moved.
“So, what’s the rest of your night look like?”
Andy’s voice was gruff as he eyed your small bed. His mind was whirling with possibilities. Frank’s warmth behind you had you weak. 
“I-I was going to take a nice, hot bath. And then go to bed. I usually get up at 6:30 to go to the gym, but…”
“You’ve had your workout already?”
Andy had that look in his eye. You gulped. Frank’s hands were on your arms as the goosebumps rose on your skin.
“It’s just the thought of you, wet in the bath, wet with sweat. I need your liquid on my tongue…”
Frank had a way with words, and his satin voice in your ear had you trembling.
“And we know you’re probably sore.. So you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”
Andy’s voice was a little bit desperate. As if he hadn’t had you and Frank a few hours before. He was insatiable.
“We just need to taste you again…see you cum…hear you tell us that you love us some more…” 
Frank was practically begging. You felt so powerful. You stepped away from them to catch your breath. You shook your head. These boys were dangerous, looking like every girl’s fantasy.
“Well. My bed is small. But my shower is pretty huge. And since I’m already wet… why don’t you join me?”
You said this as you left a trail of the clothes you were wearing on the floor. Andy and Frank followed suit, all three of you naked as you greedily reached for one another under the hot spray of your showerhead.
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Andy and Frank left you softly snoring in your small double bed that night, satisfied that they had sufficiently put you to sleep. You dreamed of them all night long.
You awoke to the sweetest Good Morning texts from them in the group chat. Despite your physical reminder of the weekend’s activities, you felt amazing and ready to conquer the week.
Your friends at work only smiled and winked at you, all except for Tia, who wanted all the details. You told her a little, but not everything, and all of your people supported you. 
This really could be a thing, you thought.
For the next three weeks, you lived in a blissful bubble, dating Frank and Andy separately one night a week each, and going as far as heavy petting with each individually. You saved the good good for the weekend when you were all together, and it was only then that you let yourself fully succumb.
When the weekend before Thanksgiving rolled around, you felt guilty for having plans to go home.
“It’s okay, Baby Doll. It’s only for a few days.”
You looked at Andy across the room as Frank held you in his arms. From the way your bearded lover clenched his jaw, you knew he didn’t like it, but he’d never admit it.
“He’s right Sweetheart, you’ll be back in no time. Remember that we love you.”
“And I love you both, too.”
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The train ride home gave you time to think. You actually felt like you were leaving your real family behind in Boston. You wanted Frank and Andy. For as long as they wanted you, and you weren’t ashamed of it. You had to tell your family because you weren’t going to hide.
At Thanksgiving dinner, you kept peeking at your phone and smiling into your lap. God, you missed your two sweethearts. You answered the question of who you were texting when your mother asked. It was a big hit at the dinner table. The room erupted into scandalized expressions of fear and hate, but your mother surprised you when she defended you.
“Shut the hell up! She’s a smart girl, I mean woman. I don’t think she would be with someone who didn’t treat her right, now would you?” 
You stared at the person you thought would kick you out of the house when you told her, a lump in your throat.
You shook your head and smiled. 
“No, ma’am.” 
“And two good men? Tuh.  Let me know if you find any more.”
Your mother winked at you and then asked for someone to pass the mashed potatoes. 
After a heart to heart while cleaning up the kitchen that night, you floated off to sleep on a cloud of hope and possibilities, and when you boarded the train back to Boston, you were excited for an unnamed reason. 
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You were greeted at the train station by Andy and Frank.
“Hey Sweetheart.”
Andy smiled at you and gave you a chaste kiss and hug.
“Baby Doll!”
Frank gave you a bear hug and twirled you around before he put you down.
You told them you were exhausted from traveling and they offered to take you to Andy’s place, promising to just hold you and be good. You just smiled and nodded, wanting to spend time with them.
The fireplace was on and the guys had started putting up Christmas decorations, including a new buffalo plaid throw over the back of Andy’s huge couch.
“Well this is cozy!”
You murmured as you took your jacket and scarf off and revealed a low cut thin pink cashmere sweater and jeans. 
Frank noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra and Andy’s eyes went to the tight jeans. They gave each other a look.
You went to the kitchen island to get out the popcorn popper.
“Let’s watch a scary movie!”
Frank and Andy hung back, watching you and your body move in the kitchen. They whispered to each other, remembering that you were tired.
“She’s trying to kill us.”
“No question.”
“Be strong.”
“Yes.”
“What are you guys mumbling about?
You turned around with the bowl of popcorn, bringing some kernels to your mouth, that Ruby Woo making your lips pop, especially when you sucked the butter off your fingers.
“I’m gonna get thirsty. Got anything I can drink?”
You looked up at them with those tits in that sweater and those lips and…
“You want water or spirits?” 
Andy cleared his throat and moved behind the island.
“Mmmmmm. Water.”
“So fucking cute, Baby Doll.”
“Thank you Frank.”
You batted your eyes at him as Andy handed you the ice water. You grabbed it with a smile and a kiss on his cheek, then moved to the couch with your goodies. Frank looked at your lip prints on Andy’s jaw and his silly look on his face and was jealous for an instant.
Frank reclined on the sofa, toeing his shoes off and putting his feet up on the coffee table while Andy got the movie ready to go. You sat next on Frank, but upright.
Frank patted the cushion beside him.
”Don’t you want to relax, Baby Doll?” 
You smiled and just crossed your legs, indicating your pink high heeled boots. Frank’s kryptonite..
“My shoes. Don’t want to get the couch dirty.” 
Frank licked his lips and started sweating as Andy shook his head. Frank was on his knees in an instant.
“Let me.”
You smiled, leaned back arching your spine and presenting your foot. The action made your breasts poke through your sweater and Andy squirmed. Watching Frank slowly and delicately take your shoes off didn’t make his pants any looser.
Frank was now wearing his own silly grin as he took his place beside you and you scooted next to him, curling your feet under you.
Andy cleared his throat.
“Are we ready?”
You nodded and smiled at him. And then Frank. This felt so good. You were content, wedged between your darling men, until the jump scares started, and then you were frightened, turning and hiding your face in Frank’s shirt, leg thrown over his. Andy wasn’t mad, because at this point, you were giving him all the ass. He slid closer to you and Frank and placed the throw over all three of you. And you fell asleep between the two people who were very likely to be the loves of your life.
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Andy and Frank took you to brunch the next day, and to look at the unfinished condo space next to The Bar. The energy changed as you walked into the unfinished space, and as you looked between them, you saw excitement dancing in their eyes. The smell of raw wood and plaster invaded your senses and your heart rate rose. You got excited as well for all of the potential around you.  They both watched you as you slowly turned around, taking in the structure, which was basically an open concept for the entire floor, except for a couple of rooms roughed out on one end.
“We have about another month to finish the drywall, painting, and finishes.”
“Wow! This would be a great space for entertaining!”
Andy and Frank gave each other a look before Andy spoke.
“That’s what we were thinking.” 
“We’d have a little bar, and a kitchenette over here to help with food, and then open space for a table and mingling. This would be the guest suite for visitors.” 
Andy motioned to the roughed-out rooms.
Your smile slipped a little.
“What?” 
Frank picked up on your cues so well.
“Well… It’s your space, I was just thinking…” 
You looked at them.
 “I’ll just shut up. That sounds nice.”
“No, Sweetheart, ‘d Love your input.”
Frank spoke up.
“Yeah. The woman’s touch.”
You smiled at them, grinning again. 
“Well, I think the kitchenette and bar should be over there, it will improve the flow and allow space for more seating over here.”
“That’s an amazing idea. And you’re absolutely right.”  
Andy looked at Frank.  
“Why didn’t we think of that?”
Frank smirked at him. “Because we’re idiots.”
“True.” 
Andy smiled at him and then held his hand out to you.
“Let’s look at the rest of the space.”
You smiled and took Andy’s hand and followed him up the stairs, with Frank trailing behind you.
You emerged into another open space, but with a wall of windows on one side.
“This will be the more informal living space, with a movie screen there with more comfortable seating,” Frank pointed to a blank wall, “and the chefs kitchen over there.”
“I like that, and then whoever is prepping food, or if both of you are prepping, you can still see the screen.  You will have shades, automatic, I hope?”  
You looked at Andy and Frank.
“Both of us prepping food?” 
Andy moved closer to you, coming behind you and clasping you around the waist, lowering his head to brush your neck with his lips. 
“So you will have us cooking for you all the time?”  
You allowed yourself to fall into his embrace and hummed, inhaling the spice of his cologne for a minute until you really heard what he’d said. You hadn’t realized that you had closed your eyes until you opened them to see Frank staring at you with a silly look on his face.
“Wait, what?”  
You turned out of Andy’s grasp as Frank went and stood beside him.
“Before you freak out, there’s another floor.” 
Frank grabbed your hand this time.
“But…”
He ignored you as he led you up the stairs. You three came out on the third floor which had several walls for rooms constructed. They led you through three rooms of about the same size with two rooms off of each, and then a fourth, larger than the rest, with one semi-large room connected to it.
“What is all this?” 
Your heart was beating fast at the implication of what was happening.
“These are bedrooms, three with closets and en suites, and one with just an en suite bathroom.”
Frank indicated the largest room. You looked at them and went in to inspect the large room. It had a huge window and the bathroom was a very good size.
“We want the largest bed they make in here,” Andy looked at you as he spoke.
“One big enough for three people,” Frank responded.
Your mouth dropped open.
“And in the bathroom, a huge jetted tub,” Frank continued.
“One big enough for three people.” Andy looked so sincere. 
You were floored.
“Ummmm. So four bedrooms for how many people?”
“Three. We figured that individuals might want your privacy at times. But there might be times when we’d all agree to be together.”  
Andy was definitely nervous now. But you thought about what he said about the big bed.
“So these three people might all sleep together, or sleep separately?”
“Or maybe two would sleep together if one wants to be alone?” 
Frank’s voice made you turn toward him. 
“We didn’t want anyone forced to be in a shared space.”
They thought of everything.
“Sounds like an interesting arrangement.” 
You went to the window and looked out over Boston Harbor. It would be a beautiful view to wake up to. And to do it in between two beautiful men would be an added bonus.
You heard Andy’s voice next.
“And when children come, we can get a house out in the country, with lots of land for them to run around.”
You gasped and turned back to them to see the space where they had been empty. You looked down to see Andy and Frank both down on one knee. 
“Is that something you’d be interested in?”
Your hands were up around your mouth, and you didn’t know if you were breathing. This couldn’t be what you thought it was.
“What exactly are you two asking me?”
Frank spoke next.
“When you went to spend the holiday with your family, we decided that we couldn’t let another come and go without telling you how much we both want a family with you.”
You looked away from Frank to Andy, whose eyes tried to hold yours, but you couldn’t get caught up. Your eyes darted around the unfinished room. Everything was happening so fast.
Andy, then Frank reached into their pockets and brought out two rings, seemingly odd pear shaped diamonds in gold bands.
“We know it seems like a short time since we got back together, but we wanted to do this last year.”
The men looked at each other, and then back at you. Then, in perfect tandem, they said:
“Y/N Y/LN, will you marry us?”
You mouth was hinged open as you stared at them.
“You are the woman of my dreams, Baby Doll.”
“I can’t imagine life without you, Sweetheart.”
The blood was rushing in your ears and you opened your mouth.
Suddenly everything stopped and you yelled, “Yes! Hell yes I will marry you!”
You were in shock at what you’d just said as Frank and Andy both picked you up. Then they put you down and placed both rings on your hand, Andy’s first, and then Frank’s.  When they were both on your hand, the two diamonds formed a heart. Suddenly, the view was blurry.
“Oh my gosh. Andy! Frank!”
You looked up at them with tears falling down your face.
“Is this really happening?”
“You bet your ass, Baby Doll.” 
Frank beamed down at you as he kissed you.
“Absolutely, Sweetheart. You’re stuck with us. Both.”
“For life,” you said, smiling at both your men. 
Suddenly the energy changed. 
“Let’s go back to my place. To celebrate. With champagne.”
The look on Andy’s face made you shiver as you remembered your last encounter with Moët in the storeroom. Frank remembered watching that encounter on the camera, and you thought of that as you looked at him, remembering his confessions you over the last few weeks.
“Let’s go.”
You were more than ready.
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If you didn’t know any better, you would think that your men were trying to get you tipsy. You were on your third glass of bubbly while you admired your ring on the couch as both men’s hands were up your shirt and they marked up your neck. You giggled, until Frank thrust his hand down your jeans, parting the thick lips of your cunt as Andy took over teasing both breasts.
“Oh.. oooohhh. Yes, Daddy. Pinch them harder.”
You arched your back as Andy did as you requested and Frank thrust two fingers inside you. You rode Frank’s fingers as Andy leaned down to minister to your nipples, sucking and licking them with an urgency.
“Missed you while you were away. So much.”
“It was just a couple of days, Silly.”
You laughed at your serious fiancé.
“Any time away from you is an eternity, Baby Doll.”
Frank leaned up to kiss you while he fingered you, then pulled Andy’s head up to slip his tongue into his mouth.
You came on Frank’s hand as you watched the two men kiss. They pulled apart, panting and staring at each other. Then they turned their eyes on you. They stood up as you did and watched you take off your pullover and watched as you unbuttoned your jeans and peeled them down your legs, showing them your perfect bottom.
“Can I have you both?”
“What a question.”
Frank chuckled and started undressing, watching Andy stroke himself outside of his pants as he watched both you you.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Andy slowly undressed as he watched you reach for Frank to come around the back of the couch which you were facing. You leaned over and kitten licked his tip as the younger man threw his head back. Once naked, Andy came behind you and stroked your hair, running his hand down your spine, causing you to give him that arch. You looked behind you as you stroked Frank’s rigid cock.
“Stop teasing the man and give him your throat.”
You watched Andy get on his knees and start stroking himself as he parted your lips. Frank turned your head back around and painted your lips with his precum before shoving his cock in your mouth, filling your airway with his flesh. You moaned around him as Andy’s tongue licked you from clit to ass, inserting his tongue in every crevice. He played with your nub like taffy and had you, and by proxy Frank, on edge in no time.
You watched Andy and Frank on the bed kissing passionately. You got wet just watching them, it was so hot. Their cocks were so hard. Your heart started beating faster as you climbed on the bed, the kiss between them becoming a three-way. All three of your tongues met and danced. Soon, Andy and Frank broke away and their lips, tongues, and hands traveled to your neck, your ear, your breasts, or any sensitive part of your body that they knew so well. You knew you’d never experience such intense sensations than having these men’s hands and mouths on you.
Frank detached himself and lay back on the bed, his hard cock waving in the air. You moved to touch him, but he stopped you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up toward him.
“On my face Baby Doll. Need to taste you.”
Frank turned you around so that you faced his cock, and you climbed on carefully as he roughly pulled you down on his mouth. His tongue started doing unspeakable things to you and your eyes closed before they opened at the sound of another mouth slurping. You opened your eyes to see Andy licking and sucking Frank’s cock while staring at you. That powerful feeling returned and you took your nipples in your hand and teased them as you shivered on Frank’s lips and tongue.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Ride his face.”
You obeyed and pulled your nipples harder as you watched Andy cause Frank to moan into your cunt.
“How does it taste, Andy?”
He pulled off with a pop. 
“So good.”
Andy grinned at you.
“Wanna share?”
You smiled back and leaned over to tongue kiss Andy around Frank’s cock, causing him to come up for air and smack your ass as he groaned.
“Holy Fuck, that’s good!”
You start handling Frank’s balls and he started panting into your cunt.
“Fuck!”  
He breathed and went back in for more, inserting fingers to get what he wanted.
When you came on his tongue, Frank yelled at his own release, deep down Andy’s throat. After he recovered, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed, so that your ass was almost hanging off. He got behind you, took your legs and spread them wide, holding them open for Andy, who was panting and feral, watching the scene.
“Don’t just stare, Andrew!”
Andy took his cock and lined it up, looking up to watch your face as he slid in. He sheathed himself to hilt and you keened as you felt him pounding inside you.
“Oh Andyyyyyy!”
“Fuck! You got me about to come already. So gotdamn tight. Fits like a glove.”
He looked up at Frank.
“You don’t understand how good this feels…”
“The fuck I don’t. Feels amazing. Fucking you is a close second.”
You watched as Frank leaned over and grabbed Andy by the back of the neck and kissed him
“Fuckkkk!”
You moaned as your pussy got wetter at that sight and convulsed around Andy’s cock. He looked down at you, lips wet from the kiss.
“You like that?” 
Andy hissed as he started fucking into you slowly. Frank reached down and rubbed your nipples.
“You like to see your boys together?”
“Yesssss.”
Frank pulled Andy’s hair and kissed him again.
“Fuck. So hot.”
“Squeezing me like a vice, Sweetheart.”
“Make her cum on your cock, Baby.”
Frank held you down and open for Andy.
“I know how you like to run, so be a good girl and take it.”
Andy started snapping his hips harder, watching your face as Frank talked you through it, how you bit your lip when he twisted first one nipple, then the other. Before you knew it, Andy was pounding you ferociously as Frank spoke praise in your ear.
“Good girl, taking that pounding like a fucking champ. Your our cum hungry little cumslut, arent you? How bout you cum on Andy’s cock without anybody touching your clit, Beautiful Baby Doll. Then I can clean both of you up.”
“Oh Goddddddd!” 
Your eyes rolled back in your head and you exploded around Andy’s dick. Two sets of hands held you down to take it. Andy pounded you out and groaned as Frank did the same to him.
“Fuck, can’t… hold it.” 
“Give it to us, Baby. Soak that clit for me.
Andy pulled out and fisted himself over you, literally growling as he spurted all over your cunt. Your chest heaved as you and Frank both stuck your tongues out to catch some of Andy’s spend. 
“Suck a fucking good girl for us.”
Frank sucked the remaining cum off of Andy’s softening cock and then went to town on you as Andy rolled on his back beside you.
Andy looked at you and smiled at your half lidded eyes as Frank started feasting on your sloppy pussy.
He pulled your face toward him roughly.
“Look at me when our fiancé is eating you out.” 
His deep voice rumbled through you and met Frank’s moans as he lapped you up.
You whimpered, “Yes Daddy.”
Andy fondled your tits and then wrapped his hand around your throat at the same time Frank wrapped his lips around your clit to suck. It was insane how in sync they were.
Your back bowed as Frank sucked a massive orgasm out of you, and you swore you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the shower, and lovingly washed by two sets of hands. 
“I love you Frank. Love you Andy. I love you so much.”
“Love you too Baby Doll. Love you to the moon, Sweetheart. Now just relax.”
You were exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep between your future husbands, secure in the knowledge that barring anything, you would have love and security for the rest of your life.
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chrisdrysdale · 1 year
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day 15 squirting with Frank (e,b)
+18s only
Kinktober masterlist
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A/N: lmao set on real experiences! 347 words
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You were spread out on the couch, Frank on his knees between your legs, you wanted to do it so bad.. but you couldn’t do it yourself.
So you called Frank.
He was your best friend, he always told you that you could come to him for “relief” but wanted something else. You want to squirt
As soon as Frank got the call he headed over to you. When you opened the door he kissed you passionately, leading you to the couch, he yanked down your pants and panties and lashed you down, spreading your legs wide open.
Frank pressed his hand against your mound and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, you arched your back hard and moaned. “Oh my god Frank yes!”
“That feel good baby?” He questioned you, gently licking your folds
“Yes! yes!”
He brought his other hand up and gently pushed one finger into you, making you scream as he hit that spot.
“Oh fuck.. there it is baby.. your little fingers never reached it?” You panted and through your head back, nodding.
Frank kept fucking you with his finger, while simultaneously rubbing you clit. “You gotta give me one before you can squirt baby… can you do that?”
You nodded and Frank slapped your thigh. “Words”
“Yes.. fuck I can!”
He kept going faster and faster, pressing his thumb hard on your clit. You tugged his hair and moaned. “Gonna cum!!”
“Cum for me, gorgeous”
You clenched around his fingers and came hard, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting in and out and rubbing you clit. “F-frank!! oh my god!!”
He removed his thumb off you clit and replaced it with his mouth, gently sucking and flicking your pearl. “O-h oh my god! I’m gonna cum!!” He moved faster before pulling away as you came allowing you to squirt everywhere with a scream.
He slowed his fingers and kisses your thigh. “Good job, beautiful. You did so well but…” he began to slowly stand up, letting you noticed the bulge coming out of his pants.
“We have another problem”
-fin
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sebastiansluts · 2 years
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Could you pls write about pregnant!reader getting gangbanged by the people of your choice? Also I really really appreciate your blog, thank you ♥️
You're welcome! I'm so glad you do ❤️
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank (Endings, Beginnings) x Chris (Destroyer) x Nick Fowler x Lee Bodecker
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Alright baby, you lay there, good girl." Bucky was standing by your pussy, directing everyone to their places. Frank and Chris were opposite each other, kneeling by your arms, Nick by your head, Lee next to Bucky. You were on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off to accommodate your pregnant belly. Lee picked up one leg, holding your thigh wide as Bucky did the same with the other, the two holding you onto the bed.
You lifted your hands, grasping Frank's and Chris' dicks, pumping them lightly as Lee pressed into your pussy, Bucky's metal hand circling your clit, making you gasp and Nick pushed into your mouth, stifling your cry.
You gripped Frank and Chris tighter, jacking them faster as Nick choked you with his dick, fucking your throat. Lee was grinding his hips into yours, hands on your stomach as Bucky slid two metal fingers in beside Lee's dick, stretching you out. Tears fell from your eyes as Nick made you gag, your hands reflexively squeezing Frank and Chris, making them groan.
"Fuck peach, not gonna last if you keep doing that," Chris said as you twisted your wrist, squeezing again as Bucky pushed a third finger in your pussy.
You exhaled roughly around Nick's cock, still in your mouth. "Come on Barnes, some time today would be great," Nick said sarcastically, thrusting hard, balls slapping your face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm working on it," Bucky muttered, lining up as Lee pulled halfway out. He shifted over and Bucky pressed forwards, head of his dick slipping into your cunt, your legs jerking in their holds.
Nick pulled out of your mouth briefly, letting you gasp for air as you Bucky and Lee both pushed forwards, their dicks sliding against each other as you stretched around them.
"Darlin', shit, come on, relax," Lee grunted, trying to thrust opposite Bucky so you weren't quite so stuffed.
"Ease up baby, you got it," Frank murmured, reaching down and tweaking your nipple. You jolted, voice high and breathy as you cried out. Nick tapped his dick against your lips and you opened your mouth again, letting him slide back in.
The sounds of skin slapping, grunts, and moans were loud in the room, the guys running their mouths. You were clenching hard, nearly pulsing on Bucky and Lee, Nick bruising your throat as you jacked off Frank and Chris, alternating with rolling their balls in your hands.
"Jesus doll, this cunt is always something but, fuck right now..." Bucky trailed off.
"It's perfect," Lee groaned, eyes closing as he came, deep inside your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of him pulling out, Bucky still thrusting and pushing Lee's cum back into you with his dick.
"Up," Nick said, tilting your head and nudging your chin up until he could get his cock down your throat, where he stayed as he came. You couldn't breathe, your hands tight on Frank and Chris, their hips pumping back and forth, their dicks sliding through your hands. You were so close, on the edge, but you needed more.
"Fuck angel," Frank grunted, as he spilled over your hand, dripping down your wrist. Nick pulled out of your mouth, letting you gasp, but Frank brought your cum-covered hand to your lips, forcing you to suck your fingers clean. Chris swore as he watched you, hips moving faster until he came, then he stilled, shooting over your swollen tits and stomach.
You turned your focus to Bucky, still between your legs, thrusting leisurely. "I'm sorry doll, did you want something?" he grinned, turning into a smirk as he rolled his hips and you moaned, instead of answering. "Didn't quite catch that one," he laughed, speeding up his thrusts then slowing.
"Bucky! Please!" you cried, tears falling again, desperate to come but needing him to fuck you. He relented, bringing his metal fingers to your clit, rubbing and pinching it until you were screaming your release, squeezing around Bucky and triggering his orgasm. He pushed his hips as deep into you as he could, grinding his cum into you.
When Bucky pulled out, he let your legs fall down gently, to the floor. All the boys helped move you to the middle of the bed, resting between Nick and Chris, Frank and Lee at your feet, massaging them while Bucky went and got a washcloth, wiping you clean.
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chasingmidnights · 11 months
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Bad At Love
Title: Bad At Love
Summary: You’ve always been bad at love and so has Frank. What happens when the two of you get together? 
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Warnings: M for mature content; 18+ MDI… alluding to S/A; consumption of alcohol, cigarette, drugs, & weed; toxic relationship; alluding to sex; depression; mild cursing; partying/going to bars; Frank (I feel like he deserves his own warning label alright!); angst; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading, you’re agreeing to these warnings. This is not beta read, any and all mistakes are my own and I do not claim to be a professional writer in any way, I merely do this for fun and because I enjoy writing. 
A/N: The gold dividers are by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by me!
Wordcount: 6,126
You were standing outside of your sister’s house finishing a cigarette, trying to decide if it was too late to bail. You took another hit off of the cigarette as you thought back to her invitation. She first called you at the beginning of the week, telling you about the small gathering that she and her husband would be hosting. She practically begged you to come. She promised that if you stayed for an hour, she would be with you. So, you agreed, still not completely thrilled about it. Earlier when you got off work, you went home to change out of your work clothes and made your way here. It’s not that you didn’t like your sister’s friends, it’s just that the past year wasn’t necessarily a good one for you. You had become kind of a recluse, barely able to leave the house for work. Begrudgingly, you put on your favorite pair of jeans, a cute flowy top, a few necklaces and threw your hair up into a messy bun. You sighed as you slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed your purse and keys to make your way here. If you didn’t love your sister so much, you wouldn’t have agreed. You took one last final hit off of your cigarette before you put the butt out on the cement stairs leading up to the house. An hour, you could do that right? 
Before you let yourself in, you took in a deep breath, telling yourself that you could do this. As you walked into the house, you could hear talking coming from the kitchen as you closed the door behind you. You immediately recognized your sister’s voice and your brother-in-law’s voice but there was a third one that you didn’t know. The thought of this being a blind date popped into your head, causing you to roll your eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time your sister had tried to set you up. You internally grumble to yourself, you should’ve known better than to have agreed to this but it’s too late now, you’re already here. You take in a deep breath before you enter the kitchen and put on a smile. When you enter, you and the stranger almost immediately lock eyes. You couldn’t deny it, he was rather handsome and exactly your type. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall, and even looked a little on the brooding side and the beard was definitely a plus. Your thoughts and attention get pulled away from him though when your sister greeted you with a warm hug. 
“Hi Mia, it’s good to see you too.” You said as she embraced you. 
“I’m so glad you made it! The others should be here soon.” Mia explained as she let go of you, she paused for a minute as she looked you over. “Dinner should be ready by the time the others get here, I hope you’re hungry!” She then walked back over to the stove to check on dinner. 
‘Phew, at least this wasn’t a blind date,’ you thought to yourself. Even if it had been, would it have been that bad? Just look at him… You get pulled out of your thoughts again when your brother-in-law walks over to greet you. You greeted him with a small smile as he gave you a full bear hug and when he let go of you, you spoke up again. 
“Hey Travis, how’s it going?” 
“Things are good, I have no reason to complain. Oh, this man right here is a coworker of mine, Frank. Frank, this is my sister-in-law.” Travis finally introduced you to the handsome stranger. “Frank finally had a weekend free, so I invited him over.” 
You nodded as you listened to Travis’s explanation, you could feel butterflies starting to form with the way Frank was looking at you. You introduced yourself with a coy smile and the two of you shook hands. 
“It’s a pleasure.” He said as he eyed you up and down, his voice was smooth and it seemed to have enchanted you. 
When everyone finally arrived and dinner was over, everyone was gathered in the living room and having a good time. You and Frank ended up sitting across from one another, the two of you kept stealing glances at one another as the night went on. There was definitely an attraction between the two of you. When he laughed, you couldn’t help but notice the way his nose scrunched up and the way his smile just seemed to brighten up the whole room. You were a goner at this point. After a while, you excused yourself to take a small smoke break, needing a few minutes to yourself. You look around at your sister’s backyard, the in-ground pool empty, having not been warm enough to actually swim yet. You took a drag of your cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs and nostrils before blowing it all out again. Your eyes flick over to the small pool house where you stayed briefly over this last summer. Memories started to form in your mind the longer you continued to stare at the shack, ones you’d much rather forget. The memories soon faded when you heard a voice coming from behind you. When you turned to look, you saw Frank standing there with a smirk curled onto his lips. 
He took a step towards you as he spoke up. “Hey, do you have an extra one by chance? Seems I forgot mine at home.” 
“Yeah, I guess I can spare one.” You then pick up your small box of cigarettes and pull one out to hand to him. “It’s menthol, if that matters.” 
“Nah, I’m not too picky, thanks.” Frank accepted the cigarette and he pulled out his own lighter to light it. 
You watched him as he took his first drag, a moment of silence filled the air between you. Putting the cigarette up to your mouth and placing it between your lips, you took another puff off of your own cigarette. 
“So, love, talk to me. Tell me about yourself.” Frank said as he exhaled some smoke. 
You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “Oh trust me, I’m not that fascinating.” 
Frank took another hit off of his cigarette before he spoke again. “Now why don’t I believe that?” He arched an eyebrow at you as he looked you up and down. 
You tilted your head at him as you took a long drag from your cigarette. “Well, I already told you my name and you know I’m Travis’s sister-in-law, what else do you want to know?” 
Frank smirked at you, realizing that he was going to have to work a little harder to make you his. “Yeah and if I had known you were this beautiful, I would’ve come to one of these things sooner.” 
You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you finished off your cigarette. “Do you always use such cheesy pick up lines?” 
“Yeah, you caught me there.” Frank chuckled and he finished off his cigarette. He took a look around the backyard before he returned his attention back to you. “Alright, that’s that. I just started to feel pain listening to myself talk to you.” 
You chuckled as you put out the butt of the cigarette before you responded. “That’s because you’re in my suffer zone.”
Frank shook his head in response, a small smile still played on his lips. “Is that what it is?” 
“That’s what it is.” You confirmed, not breaking eye contact from him. 
“Oh, dear God. I never had a suffer zone.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to look at you. You watched as he poked his tongues out to wet his lips. 
“I mean, I suffer everywhere but I would like to keep it to a zone if I could. You should probably head back inside before I destroy you with my radioactive sadness.” You quipped back but you knew part of it was true. 
“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you back inside.” Frank had begun to turn back inside but before he did, he glanced over his shoulder at you. “But you already did, ‘cause now I know you’re here.” 
You smirked at him before he entered the house, leaving you alone in the backyard. You took a deep breath before you rejoined the others inside the house. 
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The next time you saw Frank, you were at a bar with a group of friends, deciding to catch up after a small hiatus. You hadn’t noticed that he was even there until you ran into him at the counter when you were getting a new drink. You looked over to the side and felt a smile creeping onto your lips as the two of you locked eyes. You waited as he made his way over to you and by the way he was looking at you, you could feel your stomach starting to do flips. He placed a hand on the back of your stool as he smiled at you, taking a seat in the stool next to you. 
“You know, I could feel your suffer zone as soon as you walked into the bar. It’s like we’re tethered together now.” 
You playfully shook your head at him. “Maybe we are, would that be a bad thing?” 
“I guess not but I should warn you, I’m bad at this whole love thing.” Frank admitted honestly. 
“Yeah, so am I.” You admitted just as honestly. “Sounds like we’re perfect for each other.” 
You watched as Frank nodded his head. “Yeah, maybe we are.” 
The two of you leaned into each other and your lips fit perfectly against each other as they met for the first time. You could taste the cheap beer on his tongue as it entered your mouth, your tongues dancing for dominance. He easily won. When you pulled apart for air, you were breathing heavily, you hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time. 
“So, my place? Or yours?” Frank asked as he’s still close to your face, he placed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth as he waited patiently for an answer. 
“Your place sounds good.” You finally answered as you gave him a small smile. 
You watched as Frank stood up and held out his hand for you to take. Hesitation washed over you for a brief moment but as you took a deep breath, you accepted his hand. The two of you walked out of the bar and he led you out to his car. When you got to his apartment, you took it in for a moment and the first thought that you had was how it’s a complete bachelor’s pad. Minimal decoration and you noticed various take out containers on the counter. He shut the door closed before he stood next to you, he started to take off his jacket as he did. 
“It’s not much but it works for the time being.” When his jacket was off, he placed it on the back of his couch. 
“Mine’s not much better, actually, I think yours might somehow be bigger than mine.” You let out a small laugh to show that you’re teasing and follow him over to the small table in the corner. 
“Wanna drink? I have quite the selection.” Frank offered as he walked over to his small bar cart. 
“I’m fine with anything.” You answered as you sat down at the table. 
“Hope you don’t mind absinthe then.” Frank said as he turned around with two shot glasses filled with the green liquid. 
You accepted the shot glass without saying another word besides doing a traditional cheers before drinking the green liquor. You winced as it burned down your throat. You held the back of your hand to your mouth for a moment as the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. You were glad when he made the first move as he cupped the side of your face and leaned in. He moved his hand towards your chin and he caressed his thumb along your bottom lip. You could feel your heart beating in your chest rapidly as you waited for him to kiss you. When he finally kissed you, his tongue immediately entered your mouth, not wasting any time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on the edge of the table having been picked up by Frank. The two of you started to remove each other’s clothes the longer you remained lip locked and the more heated it got. It didn’t take long before you found yourself shirtless and braless, Frank had started to work on unbuttoning your jeans as he moved his lips to your neck. He left behind wet kisses as he moved up and down the column of it. Your body froze for a moment as he went to put his hand down your pants. He must’ve noticed your hesitation as he pulled away for a brief moment. He cupped the side of your face as he stared deep into your eyes. You took in a deep breath before you started to slowly nod your head yes, gesturing that you wanted this to happen. 
“You sure love?  We don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” Frank offered as he started to caress your cheek with his thumb. 
You closed your eyes momentarily as you leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes again just as you started to speak up again. “I’m sure Frank, I want this.” 
“Okay then.” 
Frank then lifted you up off of the table and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you and looked down at you fondly, you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you like this. Honestly, it scared you. His lips crashed into yours once more and the rest was history. 
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The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face and you couldn’t help but smile into the pillow. You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you wished you could stay in Frank’s arms all day. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed what time it was on his alarm clock. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself and quickly scrambled to get out of bed and out of Frank’s arms. The sudden movements caused Frank to groan and stir awake. He squinted as the sun shown in his eyes and started to stretch out his arms. You were already half dressed by the time he was sitting on the edge of the bed. 
“What are you doing?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he watched you collect your things. 
“I’m sorry but I’m late to meet my sister for brunch.” You explained as you buttoned your pants, you looked around making sure you had everything. You then walked up to Frank with a smile on your face and you cupped his cheek as you looked at him. “I’ll call you alright?” You placed a quick kiss on his lips before you pulled away. 
Before you could get too far though, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you back onto the bed with him. He had you straddling him and had a firm grip on your waist. “Don’t go, stay with me.” 
Your smile grew as you looked down at him, which caused some of your hair to fall in front of your face. “Any other day I would.” 
You leaned down, pushing your hair out of your face as you did and you kissed him. When you pulled apart, you gave him a quick peck before you climbed off of him. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to reach for you again. 
“Reschedule then.” Frank pouted as he continued to lay bed, propped up on his elbows as he looked over at you. 
“I can’t, I really am sorry.” You flashed him a smile before you left his apartment. 
Frank groaned as he ran a hand down his face, he already knew that he had it bad. 
When you finally got to your sister’s house, you couldn’t believe how late you were. You let yourself in as per usual and you could hear your sister talking with one of her friends.. As you entered the kitchen, Mia gave you a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow. You took in a deep breath as you readied yourself for a lecture about being on time. But as you took in a deep breath, all you could think about was how good the food smelled, causing your stomach to growl. 
“Come on, let’s move out to the patio and start eating.” Mia finally suggested and she and her friend started to move things outside. 
Once the three of you were settled, you helped yourself to some food and started eating. You enjoyed a mimosa as you listened to your sister give marital advice to her friend. As you listened, your mind drifted off to Frank and you wondered what he was doing. You’re brought back to reality when you felt your sister’s hand on yours, you looked over at her and gave her a small smile. 
“So, wanna tell me why you were late?” Mia inquired as she removed her hand from yours. 
You reached for your glass of mimosa and took a quick sip. “Well, um, I just overslept is all. I went out last night with some friends, and stayed out way too late.” 
She didn’t need to know that you hooked up with Frank last night. 
“You sure? You seem a bit different this morning.” Mia commented before she took a sip of coffee. 
Before you could say anything, your sister’s friend spoke up. “Of course she is, she had sex.” 
Mia gasped as she playfully hit her friend’s arm. “Brycie!” Mia then turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that true?! With who?” 
You choked on your mimosa as Brycie and Mia harassed you about having sex. “Um, just some random guy I met at the bar.” 
You took another sip of mimosa as you shrugged your shoulders and they seemed to have bought it as they moved on to another topic. You mentally sighed in relief as you listened to them. 
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A few days passed and as you went about your errands, your phone chimed causing you to pull it out of your purse. You narrowed your gaze as you didn’t recognize the number. It’s not until you unlocked your screen and read the message that a smile spread across your face. 
Frank: Hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Travis. I can’t stop thinking about you. 
Your smile only grew at the message. 
You: I don’t mind. How have you been?
Three little bubbles appeared and you anxiously waited for a reply. Ding. 
Frank: Besides being driven crazy by not seeing you, alright I guess. Please tell me you’re free this weekend. 
As you stood there, you thought about his offer, it would be good to see him again. Just then, your phone chimed again with a new message from Frank. 
Frank: Please don’t make me beg it’s not a pretty sight. 
Your fingers typed quickly across the screen of your phone. 
You: I would love too. Did you have anything in mind you wanted to do? 
Three little dots. You waited a few minutes for a reply but then nothing. A sigh fell from your lips as you tucked your phone back into your purse. You continued your errands and throughout the rest of the day and night, you kept checking your phone. Each time you checked it though, only brought you disappointment. Was he already ghosting you? You decided you’d give him a couple of days to solidify your thoughts. However, days turned into almost two weeks before you heard anything from him. It was like he had completely fallen off of the face of the earth during that time. 
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Life had recently seemed meaningless, like you were lost. It wasn’t because Frank seemed to have ghosted you but because life's cruel events were catching up to you. Your depression knocked you over like a wrecking ball and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. All you could think about was what happened that awful night at a work party. Your coworker coming onto you and not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You had stopped paying attention to your movie long ago as your thoughts of that night kept coming forward and at full force. You often wondered if it was your fault and maybe you had led him on without realizing it. You sighed and decided to pour yourself another glass of wine. Your feet padded lightly against the hardwood floor as you made your way to the kitchen with your empty wine glass. Once you had poured more wine, you took a large drink of it. Flashes of that night resurfaced again in your head causing you to tighten your grip on your wine glass. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down. It didn’t work though and before you could think things through, you threw your glass across the kitchen. When it hit the wall, it shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor. 
“Shit.” You grumbled to yourself, you started to walk towards the mess when you heard your phone chime. 
You ignored the first chime but when it chimed again, your curiosity got the better of you, wondering who could be texting you at this late hour. When you picked up your phone, you were surprised to see Frank’s name. You unlocked the screen and clicked on the new messages, curious to what Frank had to say for himself. 
Frank: Sorry, I went M.I.A., although I did warn you that I’m bad at this whole relationship/love thing. 
True, he did. 
Frank: Was wondering if you were free tomorrow? I have a friend showcasing their band tomorrow night, and wondered if you wanted to come. I understand if you don’t wanna see me again. 
You thought about it for a brief moment and as you did, you looked up and glanced around your small house. You had cooped yourself up for the past couple of days, maybe some human interaction wouldn’t hurt. 
You: Sure, I’m in. Are we meeting there or are you gonna pick me up? 
Three little dots, resting your chin in your hand as you waited. 
Frank: I’ll pick you, love. It’s a few hours away, you cool with that? 
Your fingers typed quickly as you replied. 
You: Yeah, that’s fine. What time should I be ready? 
You got an immediate response. 
Frank: Let’s make a whole day of it, so let’s say eight in the morning? Breakfast included. 
You couldn’t help but smile at Frank’s suggestion. 
You: Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning then! 
Frank: I look forward to it! Goodnight, love.
You: Goodnight. 
You put your phone back down before you go to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You cleaned up all of the broken glass first, careful not to cut yourself. When you had the mess all cleaned up, you decided to end the night on a somewhat good note. 
The next morning, you were just finishing up getting ready when the doorbell rang. When you had woken up that morning, you had realized you never gave Frank your address so you made sure to text it to him. You turned off your curling iron before you went to answer the door. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with the way Frank was looking at you, he looked at you like he was about to devour you whole. 
“Wow, love, you really know how to make a guy’s heart stop.” Frank complimented as he took you in. 
You opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. “You really know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” You paused for a moment as you stared into his eyes. “Come on in, I’m almost done.” 
When Frank entered, you closed the door behind him. As you turned around, you noticed Frank checking out your place. You stood next to him and he returned his attention back to you with a smile on his face. 
“Nice place.” Frank then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, giving you the softest of kisses. 
You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds longer after he had kissed you, you had missed the feeling of his lips against your. You only opened them when you had decided to speak again. 
“So, um, would you like some coffee before we leave? I have some that’s relatively fresh.” 
“Sure, we’ve got plenty of time.” 
Frank followed you to the kitchen and you got him a mug and started pouring him some coffee. As you do, you felt Frank wrap his arms around your middle section and you couldn’t help but lean into him. You set the coffee pot back on the warmer before you made a mess all over the place. Your eyes fluttered close as Frank started to press his lips up and down your neck. A sigh escaped you as he started to roam his hands all over your body. You were caught off guard when he spun you around to face him, your breath hitched in your throat with the way he was looking at you. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes and as if you were the only girl in the world. You still weren’t used to that kind of look but you were starting to like it. Frank cupped your cheek as he continued to stare deeply into your eyes before he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue entered your mouth and he twirled it around yours, causing you to let out a muffled moan. The two of you quickly started to remove each other’s clothes, flinging them all over the kitchen. Frank decided that the floor was the best place for this and you would be making a mess in the kitchen after all. 
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The drive was quick as it was filled with laughter and music. You got to know each other a little better and swap different life stories. True to his word, Frank got you both breakfast as he stopped at a small diner outside of town. The rest of the way, you curled up into Frank’s side as he drove and you ended up falling asleep. Occasionally, Frank glanced down at you and he couldn’t help the small smile that would play on his lips. He kept the music down as you slept and his thoughts took over as he drove. You were too good for him, there was no doubt about that. Why you wanted him was beyond him, he was a grade A prick and terrible at relationships. He sighed as he put the car into park outside of his friend’s house, parking on the street. He looked down at you and started to gently rub your arm causing you to stir. 
“Hey, we’ve made it.” Frank spoke softly as he tried to wake you up. 
You opened your eyes to find Frank staring down at you with a caring look to them. A coy smile started to form on hips and you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up once more. You sat up and stretched before you took a look around at your surroundings. “Where are we?” 
“This is my friend Jake's house. Said he wanted to hang out beforehand, I hope that’s okay?” Frank explained as he looked at you, he brushed some of your hair out of your face. 
“Yeah, sure, of course. Are we gonna stay in your car all day or what?” You let out a small laugh to show that you were teasing him. 
Frank shook his head as he chuckled. “Yeah, let me introduce you to my friends. They’re pretty cool people, I think you’ll like them.” 
The two of you then proceeded to get out of the car and as you walked up to the house, Frank pulled you close to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist to do so and he placed a sweet kiss on the side of your head. When you got to the front door, Frank let the two of you insided, you were honestly kind of surprised this person had left his door unlocked. You gave Frank a small smile when he looked over at you, he gave you a reassuring squeeze to your side the further you walked into the house. 
“Yo, anyone here?” Frank called out after a minute or so. 
That’s when you heard rummaging in the kitchen, then it stopped. A man quickly appeared in the doorway, a bright smile on his face. He had sandy blonde hair and circular framed glasses, his goatee was neatly trimmed and combed. He wore baggy, ripped jeans with a faded ACDC band t-shirt and he held snacks in his hands. 
“Frank, my man! You’re here!” He nodded his head in approval before he turned his attention to you and his smile grew even more. “And you brought a pretty lady! Right on, right on! Come one, the others are down in the basement.” 
He then led you and Frank down to the basement. You felt an uneasy feeling as you went down the stairs but when Frank grabbed your hand and it intertwined your fingers, the feeling subsided. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were a bit relieved to see another woman here. 
“Oh, I’m Jake by the way, Jake Jensen.” Jake finally introduced himself as he walked over to the coffee table to set the snacks down. 
“Right, I’m sorry.” Frank realized as he never gave proper introductions. “Well, since everyone is here, let me introduce you to everyone else. The hippie redhead over there is Wanda, she’s the keyboardist as well as a singer.” 
“Hey girl, what’s up?” Wanda greeted as she smiled at you, offering a small wave. 
“The asshole next to her is Sam Wilson, he plays the bass guitar,” Frank paused as he looked down at you, a half smile on his face. “Those two are in a relationship together.” 
You nod in understanding, they did seem rather cozy next to each other. 
“Don’t worry, I’m only an asshole to those who deserve it, like Frank here. It’s nice to meet you.” He shot you a quick wink. 
“Then, the two sharing a joint over there are Carter Baizen and Nate Archibald. Carter plays the drums and has all sorts of connections while Nate plays lead guitar and singer.” Frank concluded the introductions before he smiled down at you. 
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You said with a coy smile and a small wave. 
Before anyone could say anything, Jake returned to the group after stepping away to take a phone call, there was a grim look on his face. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand down his face. The group turned their attention to him, each one having their own concerned expression. 
“What is it Jake?” Sam is the first to speak up to break the tense silence that had started to form. 
“Man, bad news. That was the venue that just called, they’re booting us for tonight.” You could hear the disappointment laced in Jake’s voice. 
Carter scoffed at the news. “Did they at least tell you why?” 
Carter then took the half-smoked joint from Nate, taking a hit off of it right away. 
“Yeah, something about not selling enough tickets.” Jake explained before he turned to you and Frank. “Sorry you guys wasted a trip. You’re more than welcome to stay and hang out.” 
“Yeah, I’d be alright with that. What do you say, love, are you good with just staying to hang out and get to know my friends for a little while?” Frank turned fully towards you with a raised eyebrow. He gently grabbed ahold of your shoulders and started to gently caress them. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 
You took a moment to think about it, the pit in your stomach was still slightly there but for whatever reason you kept ignoring the feeling. “Of course, I don’t mind. We can stay.” 
“Great!” Jake exclaimed with a clap and a bright smile on his face. “Let’s get this party started!” 
You gave everyone a small smile as your gut and brain were screaming at you to leave. 
All of you partied and you partied hard. Between the drugs and the alcohol, it’s no wonder you found yourself throwing up into a toilet well past midnight. All you wanted now was to curl up into bed and pass out. When you finally felt like you were finished, you sat up against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest. Maybe if you called your sister she would be kind enough to come get you. First, you’d need to find your phone but you didn’t have the energy for that at the moment. Tears started to well up into your eyes, why did you agree to this? You were pulled out of your thoughts when a knock came from the closed door and you quickly blinked away the tears. You tried to get up from your spot on the floor but your body wouldn’t let you so you called out to the person instead, your voice sounded hoarse. 
“It’s open!” 
Frank poked his head in between the crack he had made and his eyes softened at the sight of you. He made his way over to you and sat down next to you. “Jake said we could crash in one of his spare bedrooms for tonight.” 
You looked over at him as a sniffle escaped you. “I wanna go home.” 
Frank’s sigh came out a little more irritated than he had meant. “I can’t drive right now, love. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.” 
You turned your head away from Frank as a few tears trickled down your cheeks. 
“Ya know, we didn’t have to stay.” Frank’s voice came out harsher than he meant to. “Look, why don’t we go to bed and get some rest? I think we could both use it.” 
You took a deep breath before you let it out and agreed. Frank was the first one to stand up and he held out a hand for you and you accepted. He pulled you up gently before he led you to the bedroom that Jake said you two could use for the night. You immediately laid down on the bed so that the room would stop spinning, at least hoping it would. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Frank was on top of you, kissing you and roaming his hands all over you. When your mind finally caught up, you pushed him off of you, it took all of your energy to do so. 
“No Frank, I don’t feel good. Stop.” You breathe out, you were in no state for anything that Frank wanted to do right now. 
“Come on baby, let me make you feel good.” Frank tried to convince you as he started to touch you again. 
“Frank, I said no.” You tried to make your voice a bit more stern. 
God, you wished that the room would stop spinning and that your head would stop pounding. It seemed though that Frank got the hint that time. 
“You know, you’re being ridiculous.” Frank commented, he was clearly not happy you turned him down. 
All you could muster was half-hearted scoff as you turned to look at him. When you saw him though, he had his back towards you and snores were rolling off of his lips. You let out a sigh that was filled with exhaustion and frustration. You glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you thought about your next move. A wave of clarity hit as you released the bridge of your nose. You decided to get a little bit of sleep and then you were out of here, one way or another. You were going to leave this awful night behind you, as well as Frank. You decided it was best to just let him go.
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Day 15- Squirting with Frank (e.b)
678 words
18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACT
Kinktober masterlist
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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.
So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.
Enjoy,
Cloudy
Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)
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TW: fingering, handjobs, kissing... frankkkkkkkkkkk
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
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His hands, his fingers, his forearm…you couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop thinking of what he did to you three days ago…on this same bar when it was closed, and you were supposed to clean the bar. When you look up, his infuriating smug smirk is on his pretty face.
“What’s up?”, he greets you.
What’s up…. what’s up? THAT’S ALL HE HAS TO SAY? You give him a nod and go to the next customer.
And it’s almost and hide and seek all night, he comes near you, you go the other way, avoiding him, hiding behind your colleagues. But you can’t run away all night, so when you take your break, he’s quick to find you in the office, closing the door behind him.
“What’s up?”, this time his question is less friendly. You avoid his gaze. “Really the silent treatment?” You huff and give him a side look.
“Oh, pretty girl, don’t be mad…”.
“Don’t ever, What’s up? Me again, okay? I’m not your friend.” He approaches you and holds you by the waist. “So, what are we, fuck buddies?”, you make a gag sound, he chuckles. “Friends with benefit, or…are you my squirter…”. You take a step away from him. “Ew, don’t say that.”
“But it’s true, no? I’m the only one, who ever made you squirt.”
You groan, annoyed, “Yes, maybe but don’t be too proud of yourself either…” He comes closer, caging you between him and the wall.
“Oh baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.” You say nothing but he can read it on your face. “And I know you do too. You can’t keep your eyes from my hands.” He shows you two fingers, the two fingers that were knuckles deep inside you. You crossed eyes on them and open your mouth, your hands going to his hips.
“I hate how much I love them, Frank.”, you whisper to him.
“Oh baby, I love how you love them, and I love your tight pussy, loved to make you squirt and dream of making you do it again.” You sigh a moan and looks at the clock.
“I finish in two hours.”
He’s quick to push you against his door when you enter his appartement. Even faster to strip you bear and to throw you, surprisingly gently, on his bed. He’s hovering you.
“So, fingers, huh?”. You nod eagerly and he strokes your body, squeezing your breast tenderly, kissing your mouth and neck.
You look at him, then follow his fingers, your leg spreading on their own accord.
“Eager, baby?”, he whispers in your ear.
“Please, I need them.” His answer is to rub them on your folds, your silky wet folds. One finger in, then another and then his palm is against your clit and you’re a moaning mess. He kisses and licks your breasts, mouth, neck, and you hold his arm and the back of his head. “Oh Frank! This feels so good!”
He kisses you hard, thrusting into your hand. He turns his hand, index on your clit, two in your pussy and the little finger close to your backhole. You arch your back, “YESSSSS”
And that’s when you feel it build, like a teapot, getting hotter and hotter until you snap and cum, squirting hard, drenching the sheets and both of you.
Frank doesn’t stop and you cum again squirting more and more. You squeeze your hand around his cock, he’s still thrusting hard into your palm and he cums, but he doesn’t stop either. Still making you squirt and finally, after what feel like hours you feel something wet on your thigh you turn to see him, face contorts in pleasure and well..he’s squirting to, making you cum again and squirts harder. “Fucccckkk” you both scream in pleasure.
Panting, in your own fluids, Frank and you look at each other. “You squirt”, you state. He nods and kisses you.
“See what you do to me..didn’t think I could do that, knew men could squirt…but yeah, well… magic hands”
You laugh and kisses him again. “Magic hands indeed.”
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buckysswinter · 2 years
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☽ angst|❁ dark|♡ fluff|✧ smut (18+)
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right where you left me ☽
all you had to do was stay (pt 2 to right where you left me) ☽ ♡
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cruel summer ☽ ✧
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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Pretty Little Secrets Masterlist
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Growing up in a home with other women, you are trained to become the perfect housewife, and you’ve caught the eyes of the possible future Vice President Scott Huffman.  While he’s extremely interested, your little crush on Nick Gant, may get you in trouble...
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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Drabbles/Andy X Clover
We’re Going Home
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A/N:  this is a dark!fic that will include themes of a type of mail order bride, jealousy, control issues, and corruption.  YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume, and like always 18+ ONLY minors DNI
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buckybraneslover111 · 2 years
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Not today - Frank
summary: you and Frank have a very toxic relationship. He doesn't treat you the way he used to when you both started dating. You got invited to your friends wedding and of course you have to bring Frank. He starts to drink which gets you very nervous because you don’t know how he is going to react. When he sees you flirting with another man, his possessiveness and jealousy comes out.
warnings: jealous!Frank, toxic relationship, drinking, drunk!Frank, slight abuse (Frank grabs reader, shoves reader into car.) sad!reader, crying, yelling, fighting
a/n: came up with this while watching jersey shore...dont judge me lol it was a good idea in my head please. the character Frank is based off that movie Endings, Beginnings with Sebastian being Frank. 
You were getting ready for your friend Ciara’s wedding that she invited you too. You were excited, you hadn't seen her in a while and seeing her and your friends again would be fun. Or so you thought. You and Frank had been together for about two years now and it was...different. At first, you were all lovey dovey, he would bring you flowers, take you out on dates, it was perfect. Then it went all down hill as the months went on, arguments, yelling, fighting, drinking. You wanted a way out, to leave him but you couldn't; you loved him. You finished getting ready and walked out of your shared bedroom, “Frank! Did you start the car?” you grabbed your favorite earrings, the ones his got you a few months ago, after your threatened to leave him.
“Yes baby, come on before we are late!” he yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You grabbed your purse and walked out of the room and down the stairs putting on your other earring. Frank looked up at you and smiled, “Wow, you look beautiful.” he smiled at you wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body. He wore a black suit and tie. 
“Come on, I dont want to be late.” you pulled away from him and walked out of the car getting into the passenger seat. The car drive there was very quiet, you both not saying anything. He pulled up to the respection area and parked his car in the parking lot. 
He turned to you and grabbed your chin making you face him before you left the car, “Dont make a fool out of me tonight. You will introduce me as your boyfriend to your friends in there. Not like last time where you said I was your fucking roommate. Do you understand? I’m your boyfriend.” You whimpered at his grip on your chin as you nodded. “Words y/n.”
“Yes Frank.” he let go of your chin and got out of the car. You sighed and stepped out shutting the door behind you. Frank walked over to you and you wrapped your arm around his, walking with him inside the place with the other guests. You walked up to the table where it told you where you were sitting and you found your name picking it up and reading the number, “We are at table 6.” You and Frank walked to find the table, once you did, you sat down in a chair next to him. The beginning of the night was going well, you said hi to old friend, introducing them to Frank and dancing with him for a few songs. It was going well, until Frank started to drink and when he drinks, he gets very jealous and possessive over you if anyone he caught talking to you. 
He looked at you, “I’m getting around drink.” 
“Dont you think you had enough already Frank?” you sighed, not wanting to cause a scene, but you were getting upset with him drinking.
“What are you my mom now?” he scoffed and got up from his chair and walked to the bar. You rubbed the side of your face and sighed watching him at the bar, making sure he was okay and didnt cause a fight. You felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned to see your friend Steve. 
You smiled up at him as he took Frank’s seat on the side of you, “Hey Steve, long time no see.” you leaned over and hugged him as he hugged you back.
“I know, its been a minute.” You and Steve got to chatting when all of a sudden you felt someone grab your arm and pull you out of the chair. 
You looked at Frank as his eyes were blown out and his face red, “Frank, let go of me.” you said softly, pulling at your arm.
“Didnt I tell you to not make a fool of me?” he growled at you.
“Hey buddy why dont you let her go?” Steve said as he stood up.
Frank looked at him and then back at you, “So you're cheating on me with this guy?!” 
“N-No! No Frank I wouldn’t do that. Please dont do this, not today please Frank.” you tried to make a little to no scene at your friends wedding, not wanting to ruin it for her. “Frank, lets just go home.” you stood in front of him, putting your hands on his chest, “Let’s just go home please.” you tried not to cry, he already ruined the night for you, you didnt want him ruining it for everyone else.
Frank bit the back of his fist as he looked at Steve, then pointed at him, “You are so fucking lucky I dont rip your head off.” Frank pulled you out of the place, still having the grip on your arm. You tried to follow him, but his long strides were too fast for you causing your to stumble a bit. Frank shoves you into the car door, letting go of your arm. He paced back and forth in front of you, “I can't believe you made me look like a fucking idiot in there y/n!!” he yelled as he stood in front of you. You turned your head to the side, avoiding his eyes.
“Frank-” you whimpered as he cut you off.
“Dont fucking ‘Frank’ me y/n! You were all over that guy, embarrassing me in front of your friends! Your fucking friends y/n!!” he was getting angrier by the minute. You started to cry, feeling very ashamed and embarrassed. “Oh god! Here we go!” he walked away from you throwing his hands in the air, dramaticly. He turned back to you, “Oh give me a fucking break y/n! Stop with the fucking crying bullshit!” 
“Shut up!!” you yelled back at him through tears, “You are such an asshole Frank! God I wish I never met you! I wish I never fell in love with you!! I hate you!” you cried loudly holding yourself. Frank just stared at you, shocked, sobering himself up.
“W-What did you just say?” he said softly.
“I-I just wanna go home, please Frank...” you said through sobs.
“I-okay, okay baby we can go home.” He helped you into the car, and got in himself. The car drive home was quiet, except for your constant whimpers and soft cries. Frank felt bad, he really did, but it was a constant cycle for you both. He would yell at you, you would cry, he would apologize and get you flowers then you both would just start over. This time he wanted it to be different. I wish I never fell in love with you, I hate you, rang through his ears over and over. He couldn't take the pain of knowing that he really hurt you this time, this time was different. Once you got home, you got out of the car and quickly walked into the house. You took off your heels and walked upstairs to your shared bedroom and threw your shoes in a corner. You heard the front door shut and you got out of your dress tossing it to the side. You changed into your pjs and got into bed, curling up into a ball, softly crying to yourself, trying to forget what just happened tonight. After a few minutes, you felt the bed behind you dip and an arm wrap around your waist. You sniffled and pulled yourself away from him. “Baby...” he sighed.
“Please just leave me alone.” you whispered.
“Baby I wanna talk.” he reached for you again, but you pulled away.
“I dont want to talk to you.”
“Baby-” You got up from the bed grabbing a pillow and one of the blankets. He sat up in bed looking at you, “Baby please.” 
“I’m sleeping on the couch, dont fucking follow me.” you walked downstairs to the living room and laid down on the couch curling up under the blanket closing your eyes sighing. 
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a/n: should I do a part two?
tags: @airedale17 @madehellline @cjand10 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @evanstanwhore
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cadencejames87 · 1 year
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Playing the Long Game
Sneak Peek at a WIP I will eventually finish...
Pairings: Frank (EB) x Female Reader x Mickey Henry, TJ Hammond x Steve Rogers, ex-Ari Levinson x Female Reader, ex-Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Mentions of: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes & Female Reader x TJ Hammond
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"I know that look, and if I wasn't in love with Steve--" he begins, slowly shaking his head and reaching out to caress your cheek.
"I'd already be on my knees," you finish in a whisper.
His mouth curves up on one side, as a fond memory fills his thoughts. "I love you, Y/N." He licks his lips, briefly looking at yours. Then all at once, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth with deep breath, his hand falls, and stands taller, rolling his shoulders back. "You're my best friend, always. Now go get yourself some dick, before I fire all three of you."
Your smile grows, "I love you too, TJ."
He grabs you by the wrist as you turn to leave and pulls you hard against him, lips crashing together, his tongue swiping past your lips. "Always," he breathes.
You cups his cheeks and look deeply into his sparkling blue eyes, "Steve is a lucky man." You smile softly with a slight nod and step back. “Stupid, but...” You shrug and finally leave the back room.
TJ follows you out, “Was that? Are you?”
You turn to him, walking backwards, “I’m just saying, his ex,” you let out a dreamy sigh. TJ joins your side as you turn back around, your steps falling in sync. “Don’t get me wrong, you are amazing and wonderful and you deserve all of the love and happiness. And if you ever find yourself in the same room as him, seeing as they still work together and seem to have kept their friendship; at least from a media point of view... It wouldn’t hurt to slip that beefy, god of a man, your best friend’s number.” You split ways tossing a smile over your shoulder as you return to the bar and TJ steps into his office smirking and rolling his eyes.
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fineanddandy · 10 months
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The Plug
Summary: When the world is weighing you down and you need a fix, you call your plug Frank.
Relationship: Endings, Beginnings!Frank x black!reader
Warnings: drug use/weed, graphic language, smut, unprotected sex, infidelity/cheating, smut cliffhanger, 18+
A/N: Looks like another stoner story for that ass. Blame this entirely on @girasolreves. This is a “fuckin your weed man” story, all based on an idea/fantasy that she and I share. Softly influenced by the show High Maintenance. Finally finished something!
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Ayo! What’s your ETA?!
With a quick glance, Frank silently huffs an irritated sigh at your text before he shoves his phone back in his coat pocket. Here you go…and you need to relax. Blowin him up all day today when you know he had back to back appointments. He’ll get over to you when he can. Damn.
“Important?” Asks the long haired elder hippie before him, shuffling through the merchandise with a pensive brow.
“Mm nah…just a pushy client,” he smirks with a shake of his fluffy hair, “so…what’re you feelin?”
Weirdo hippie dude always takes his precious time, opening and sniffing each and every single jar out the case. And it always drives Frank batshit crazy when he has to come deal with this guy christ. This dude was always a hold up. But since he’s such a big spender, Frank tolerates his elitist stoner behavior. Dude’s about to drop a grip so he can wait, which means you can wait. Yeah, yeah he heard your urgent cry for a re-up, begging him to come through as soon as possible. Rushing him. You’re so lucky Frank likes you. You’re also lucky he didn’t have any more appointments scheduled for the day as well, or he’d make your ass wait until late late. Teach you a lesson. You’ve been smoking way too much lately and he doesn’t know why. Why he needed to get over there to see about you.
“Hmm…I’ll take whatever you have left of this.” A jar filled with OG Kush sits down on his dining table, then he hesitantly reaches for another, debating for a second before he plucks it up. “And a half of this. Cool?” He sits a jar of Fruity Pebbles just as he pulls out his phone to transfer Frank what he owes.
“Always.” He happily declares, glad with his choices. The chime of his phone brings a big smile to his face. The sound of a hefty cash out. Another satisfied client. “Lemme get you squared away.”
I’m on the way chill
What was taking him so damn long?! You should’ve just been honest with him; you’ve been dry for days but you didn’t want to sound desperate. Frank’s been on your case about how quickly you’ve been burning through your stash as of late. But you’ve been so stressed at work that sometimes when you come home, you smoke yourself into another dimension. Leave this world for a while because most days, it all feels like too much. Eh…he didn’t need to know all the ins and outs anyway. You just needed him to come through and smoke you out…and hopefully help you relieve your…stress? Yeah, stress, that’s what you’re going to call it. Even if and when he calls you out on it. As if he’d complain…
Frank’s pushing at your buzzer just as you return to your living room with your glass pipe and lighter, sitting them down on your end table to let him in your building. You take a look around to make sure your place is in somewhat order, lighting incense to set the vibes like you always do before a session. He gently knocks at the door then turns the knob, slowly poking his head in with a slinky grin.
“Good evening madam,” he playfully greets as he presents his handsome self in your entry, “Your friendly neighborhood pharmacist, at your service.” You catch Frank off guard with a clingy hug, holding him too tight around his neck. Holding on a little longer than usual he hooks an uneasy arm around your back with a worried brow. “Oh. Ok. Uh…are you alright?”
You nod your chin into his shoulder, squeezing him. “Happy to see you.”
Rolling his eyes with a tired sigh, he walks you two still tethered into your living room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Look, I know it’s been a good twelve hours since your last joint but c’mon…”
You push him away with a smack of your lips, not caring for his insinuating tone. “Dude, fuck off. Can’t I be happy to see you? It’s been a few days, so fuckin cut me some slack.”
Frank carefully drops his things on your coffee table with a simple shrug. “Should’ve said so. I could have been here sooner.” Opening his case up, he pulls out a couple jars he’d been saving just for you, lining them up in a row, deciphering which one should he start you off with.
“Doesn’t matter now,” you sigh heavily with a drop of your shoulders, annoyed that he’s giving you shit when that’s the last thing you need after the week you had.
“What is up with you.” Frank snips under his breath, pulling out a beautiful fat nug, breaking it down some with nimble fingers and a tiny roll of his dazzling blue eyes. You’re being so weird.
His tone + your shit work week + being sober = you kinda losin your shit.
“Damn dude I’m just—exhausted!” Your hands flail as you shout. “Work fuckin sucks, life sucks so I really just wanna get faded with you! Is that okay?!”
Absolutely stunned, Frank blinks up at you, “…yeah babe…that’s okay. Sorry.”
Plopping down beside him on your sofa you shake your head and say, “no I’m sorry,” taking the grinder from his grasp. Giving it a few aggressive spins you explain, “just been having a rough go at it these days. You’re right, I should’ve hit you sooner...should’ve been honest…”
You hand it back over to retrieve your pipe and lighter from beside the sofa, as Frank dumps the ground up weed onto a rolling tray you keep nearby. Still a little stunned by what just happened he’d never seen you go off like that before. He knew something was up but damn. You could’ve given him a heads up. Frank looks you over with a worried stare, itching to sweep you into his arms, but instead he softly inquires,
“Wanna talk about it?”
You wrinkle your nose with a shake of your head and pack the bowl as full as you can, eager to take a good hit. Frank’s got no clue how bad you need this.
“Not right now, no. Wanna hit this shit.”
It’ll make you feel so much better when you do, lift the weight off…even if it’s just for a couple hours. You’ll take it. Frank drops a hand on your tense shoulder, rubbing and gripping at your muscle to soothe you. Damn you must really be going through it he’s never seen you so freaked out. Vent about bullshit, of course, but lashing out was not your forte. His comforting touch feels so good to you in so many ways. Your head hangs, and a cloud of smoke flees your puckered lips.
“Better?” Frank grins when he feels your shoulders droop.
“Fuck…getting there…” Dropping your gaze down his front with a tiny grin, you give him a good look over with a deep sigh. Really looking at him with less frustrated eyes. “What’s been up with you?”
Frank smiles, reading the intent in that goofy grin, in that heated question. “Y’know…same shit…”
“Word.” You exhale another huge cloud of smoke up into the air as you relax your spine into the sofa, handing over your pipe. “Glad you came through. Needed a friend.”
“A friend…” he slowly nods as he holds his breath with a stroke of his fuzzy chin, “that’s it?” Smoke streams from his flaring nostrils, devilishly smirking behind his exhale.
Biting your smiling lip with a lustful breath you look into Frank and shake your head. He’s always been more than that, he knows. This transactional relationship distorted by a sizzling spark neither of you could ignore. Since the day you met him, something was there. That smile, his toxic lil swagger. Appointments were nice because that’s when y’all got to know each other. Frank was always so cool, and sweet, nice on the eyes. And he didn’t mind the faded ogling, luring him into uncharted territory. He didn’t like to make fuckin clients a habit but y’all vibed just right. Those lips, your soft but sexy allure. Frank loved being around you, and your goofy high laugh. Just sitting on the couch high with you made his day. Hit for hit, you and Frank silently pass the pipe, seductively side eyeing each other, falling under the influence. Until you can’t take the deafening tension any longer. You sit the pipe down on the table and straddle his agape thighs, slotting your nails through his luscious hair. Naturally his hands rest on your hips, sinfully grinning up at you staring down into his pretty eyes.
“Where’s your boy?”
His fingers voyage up your curves, lightly gripping at you. You shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes, slightly tugging at his roots.
“Busy...”
Which wasn’t a lie; you’d both been too busy to deal with each other, leaving you out to dry most nights he promised he would come over. Deep down, you knew you guys were fizzling out, and Frank coming by as often as he was was not helping…but convenient. He was creeping into a space that you didn’t intend, but you liked him here, filling that void. He squeezes tighter at your sides, and your hips grind into his with a small moan. Your skin buzzed like crazy, so high off his weed, off his needy touch. Frank grows harder and harder with every rough wind of your hips, and suddenly you’re panting like a dog left out in the heat too long. Honestly, it’s been too fuckin long…
“Busy…” Frank reiterates in a low grumble into your gasping mouth with a small shake of his head. “I might as well be your boyfriend…”
You whisper out, “why?” with a cocky smirk, a little stunned he would admit that aloud. “Would that make you feel less guilty or somethin?”
Frank huffs an airy chuckle as he slithers a flat hand up your goosebumped spine. “Yeah…like I’d ever feel guilty for making you feel good…”
Together, y’all tut a little laugh just as you pull Frank into your open mouth, moaning out with pure joy once your tongues lock and he’s wrapping his arms around your writhing body. Your lips smack with delighted moans—the kisses are always hard, hungry—and he tastes so good on your tongue you’re practically inhaling him. Frank holds you so close, burning against your front, solid as a rock between your thighs. He missed you more, and he wanted you to feel it, picking his hips up off the couch, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. Wanted and missed you so damn bad, he’d never feel bad for being with you like this. Your boyfriend was an absent piece of shit who obviously was too busy to care about you and your well being. And you deserved better than that. Frank feels like he’s been showing you that each time he’s been here with you, hearing you out and making you laugh, help you forget just for a few hours by taking you above the clouds. And he didn’t mind his role so yeah…he might as well be your boyfriend…
Abandoning your swollen lips he sloppily kisses his way down your chin to your throat. “Tell me what you want right now…” he mumbles into your hot skin riddled with his saliva, running his plump lips up and down your neck.
“Fuck…you Frankie…” you breathlessly whimper out, clutching the back of his head as you eagerly rock your hips, “want you to take me higher…”
“Yeah?” Frank smiles warmly in your face, licking at your parted lips, “not high enough?”
You hum, “nu uh…” with a dark chuckle, jerking him into your body with a slick grin. You’re so stoned but he knew what you needed of him. “Need another hard hit…”
Frank always feels so damn good in your feeble arms, and you love the way he richly chuckles on your tongue when your fingers caress up his throbbing dick. When did you even get his pants open? He’s so burning hot against your fingerprints you big sigh into him pressing harder into your sloppy kisses. You roll your palm over his sticky tip, relishing in the wet trail left over your clammy skin you use his precum to pump him. Frank falls away from your worn lips with a desperate moan, bouncing you up with his bucking hips. Oozing with each smooth stroke of your clenched fist.
“Mmm…guess I should’ve started you off with something stronger then.” He mumbles as he kisses at your jaw, rolling the hem of your shirt up your rib cage. “Can’t have an unsatisfied customer.”
Your shirt goes up over your head, revealing your heaving naked breast. Frank dives mouth wide open into your enflamed flesh and you hold him there, crying out as he bites and sucks at your nipples. Distracting you a bit while he unbuttons your pants.
“Then you know what to do Frankie boy…” you pant with a crooked smirk. Each time his tongue swirls around your achy nubs you cry out in glee, scratch at his scalp.
“Of course,” he shoves a hand down the front of your pants, seeking out your swollen clit, “ready to take you to a whole nother level baby…”
As he devours your tender flesh, he forces his nimble fingers further into your hot crotch, feeling at your damp folds. Pulling them apart with his fingertips, you squirm your hips and thighs free, giving Frank room to stroke your pussy.
“Ah god Frank…” You rest your forehead against his with a weak moan, rocking against his long strokes.
He whispers from your marked up skin, “yeah baby…use me…” admiring how blissful you look riding his hand. Huffing out, staring deep into his soul, you thank him with each soft call of his name. “C’mon…you need me…”
Nodding with a modest bat of your lashes you raise your knees to pull your bottoms off, and so does Frank, drooling up at you biting your lip down at him. You feel so out of control of your body, tingling from head to toe, falling back into his hot hands once your legs are free.
“You like that…don’t you…” you tease with a little smile, running your fluttering folds back and forth over the head of his dick. Frank grips your ass with a sharp gasp.
“Fuck,” he gasps out, dropping his head back, guiding you down, desperate for your warmth, “little bit…”
Quietly tutting to yourself with a small shake of your head you fight for air as he gradually fills you. It’s always too much when you haven’t had him inside you after so long, stretching you out like the first time every single time. Your rippled walls flush around his weight, fisting the cushions as you glide him in and out, moaning over Frank grunting each time he hits you so deep. Gazing at each other with droopy lids and glassy eyes, thinking about things you guys shouldn’t, feeling things you guys shouldn’t. Bad enough you’re cheating, but you’re falling for your plug. Who does that? Apparently you do, but not many have a plug that looks and acts like him…fucks like him. Frank loved being your call, your plug, your replacement boyfriend. Loved being the one you need. He wanted to stay here with you but he was afraid to truly cross that line. When he’s stoned, he slips up and says some dumb shit. But that slip up really had you guys really considering what if…
Swallowing a shallow breath, you comb your nails through his hair, and meekly ask, “…really wanna be with me Frank?”
He takes a moment before he replies with a shaky groan and a simple nod of his chin. “Yeah but…” A shudder falls down his spine and he claws your back, fighting his bloodshot eyes from rolling into his skull. “…don’t think you wanna be with a misfit like me baby…”
A misfit…is that how he sees it? Because of his business, he believes you wouldn’t want him? What’s that got to do with how you feel, how he feels? What Frank does hardly bothers you. He’s not messy, and keeps top tier clientele. Definitely doesn’t fuck around when it comes to grade A product. Him being the neighborhood plug is the least of your concern. He’s been nothing but a good friend, great company, and that’s what had you falling for him. Why you’re fuckin his brains out anytime he comes through for a re-up. Be with a misfit like him…aren’t you already? You affectionately brush your thumb over his scruffy flushed cheek with a smitten grin.
“Might be a little too late for that Frankie boy…”
“So…how much do I owe you?” You put yourself back together with a deep recovering sigh, readjust the collar of your shirt just before you straighten out your hair.
Jumping back into his jeans, Frank turns his head back over his shoulder in disgust. “What? Nothing dude. You know I hate that…especially after…”
Pipe and lighter back fixed between your fingers you throw your hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m just making sure we’re still good…”
Frank scoffs at you as he pulls up his zipper, “We’re more than good…” Like always. No need to charge you for smoking you out, bringing you new strains that he picked out specifically just for you. It all comes from a special place…a service he provided only to you. “You always gotta make it weird…” He scoffs again with a shake of his head, combing through his hair with his fingers riddled with your essence.
You curiously watch Frank quickly pack up his things, and wonder what’s the rush. You’d barely finished coming down from your orgasm and he was ready to dip? Did you insinuate that he had to go since you exalted his name to the heavens? You’re still hanging on to a mild buzz, still tingling between your spasming thighs, and wouldn’t mind another session with Frank. Folding your exhausted arms over your chest you sit back in the couch with a peculiar grin, watching him hoist his bag up on his shoulder and head for your door.
“Got somewhere to be?”
“Actually,” he stops dead in his tracks with a tilt of his head, realizing, “no…no I don’t…” Why is he in such a hurry to get out of here? He turns to you baffled by his actions. You just chuckle.
“Well…would you wanna stay…?” You’d never asked him before, usually because he always had another appointment but tonight you felt inclined. You didn’t want him to go just yet.
Dropping his bag to the floor in disbelief, he frowns, “like…the night?”
You reply with a shrug and a silly smile. A sly wiggle of your brow, and Frank smiles in return, stepping out of his shoes, setting his bag back on your coffee table.
“Roll up and let’s see…”
Fishing out the other jars he didn’t get to before, Frank winks at you sitting up on the edge of your seat, reaching for one to smell its contents.
“Alright,” he hums a laugh behind a scandalous grin, plopping back down in his seat beside you grinding up for the next round. “Get ready for a long, trippy night baby…”
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ellerosie2332 · 2 years
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Any Sebastian Stan requests??
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Requesting Rules
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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years
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Frank Masterlist
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One Shots / Drabbles
• coming soon
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