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ᨳଓ Frank loves to push down on your stomach when he’s inside of you. He says it’s so you can feel all of him, and yeah he’s right, but you know it’s for him too. To know how he fills you up, so much that he can feel himself from outside. He keeps his hand pressed down while he pounds into you. Your moans are blended with heavy breaths, tears in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck baby, you like it hard?” His sweet voice suppressed by his guttural moans. He makes sure he gives your clit attention all while he abuses your g-spot. His pelvis smacking into you and forcing your legs open even further. “Baby look at that.” He says, reaching over to grab the back of your head and lift it to watch his cock move inside you. “Look at how I stretch you from inside. ‘m gonna ruin you so good” Pulling out completely before thrusting his whole length back in, palm still pushing down on your lower abdomen. It helps you feel all of him, every vein, each inch, and especially his release being spread inside you.
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warnings: smut (oral, fingering, p in v), dbf, age gap (reader is in her 20s), slight brat tamer!frank, soft!dom frankie, teasing, pet names, some praise, english is not my first language
summary: Frank came to pick you up after a party but you refuse to get into the car because you “don’t need a babysitter anymore” so he has to tame you
a/n: ugh i love age gap for jon bernthal’s characters sm
3.7k words - not proofread
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?”
His voice startled you, making you turn around. You were currently walking home from a friend’s party. It was a cold October night, and you were only dressed in a short dress and tights. The jacket around your shoulders wasn’t doing much to help with the cold either.
You rolled your eyes and turned back around, continuing to walk down the street. Frank pulled up next to you, matching your pace.
“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you.”
“Fuck off, Frank. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“You sure act like one.”
“Oh my God.” You stopped, turning toward his car. “You don’t always have to crawl up my dad’s ass and come get me whenever he sends you. I don’t even live there anymore.”
“Your dad didn’t send me.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I saw you walkin’.”
“And?”
“And it’s two in the mornin’.”
You scoffed. “So?”
“So it’s two in the fucking mornin’, you’re alone, ’s freezin’, and you’re dressed like… that.”
You looked down at yourself, then back at him. “Wow. Thanks. Really makes a girl feel good about herself.”
“That ain’t what I meant.”
“Sure sounded like it.”
He let out a slow breath, already losing patience with you. Not because you were arguing, because Frank could handle arguing. It was because you were pretending you didn’t know exactly what he meant.
He got out of the car and walked to the passenger side. “Get in the car.”
You stared at him. “No.”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m literally fifteen minutes from my apartment.”
“And?”
“And I can walk fifteen minutes.”
Frank looked past you, down the empty street, then back at you. His jaw tightened.
“Yeah. You can.” You blinked, caught off guard by the agreement. “But you ain’t goin’ to.”
You rolled your eyes. “Frank–”
“No.” He opened the passenger door. “I’m not arguin’ with you ‘bout this.”
You sighed dramatically but walked over to the car anyway. “You know you’re not my dad, right?”
Frank’s mouth twitched slightly. “Yeah, I know.”
He shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. When he got in, he glanced over at you, taking in the fact that you were still shivering despite pretending you weren’t. Without saying anything, he turned the heat up.
By the time Frank pulled up in front of your apartment building, you were already half-asleep.
You hadn’t meant to be. You’d spent the entire drive pretending you weren’t tired, staring out the window and occasionally making some sarcastic comment just to prove you weren’t affected by him picking you up.
But the warmth of the car, the quiet hum of the engine, and the fact that you’d been awake since early that morning had caught up with you.
Frank glanced over when he put the car in park. “You awake?”
You opened your eyes immediately. “Yeah.”
He raised an eyebrow. He got out of the car before you could argue and walked around to your side.
“I can get out myself.”
“I know.”
You rolled your eyes but let him help you out. Your legs were stiff from sitting, and the cold air immediately hit you again.
The two of you made your way inside the building, and by the time you reached your apartment door, you were moving slower than you wanted to admit.
“You drunk?” Frank asked, watching you try to put the key in.
“I don’t drink, you know that.” You finally managed to line up the key, unlocking the door. Frank stood in her doorway after she entered, leaning against the frame.
“Close the door, it’s cold,” you told him and he took a step inside, not quite sure if you meant for him to come in or stay outside. But he came in anyway.
“You should get some sleep, kid,” he said as he watched you take off your jacket and boots.
Your face immediately hardened. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
Frank stared at you for a moment, sensing the anger in your voice.
“What?” He asked.
“You heard me.”
His brows pulled together slightly. “Since when’s that bother you?”
“Since always.”
Frank pushed away from the door, his expression changing. “Where’s this comin’ from?”
“You’ve always been treating me like a child, Frank,” you said, your voice getting louder. “I’m all grown up. I don’t need a babysitter. I don’t need you!”
“You think I don’t know you’re not that lil’ girl anymore?” Frank took a step closer and you didn’t answer. “You think I don’t see the woman standin’ in front of me?”
The words caught you off guard, but Frank didn’t let you look away. “I know you can handle yourself. I know you don’t need me to come save you.”
“Then why are you here?” You gritted through your teeth.
“Jesus Christ.”
“What?”
“You’re givin’ me attitude ‘cause I came to pick you up?”
“I’m giving you attitude because you treat me like I’m helpless.”
“No.” His voice sharpened. “I’m givin’ you a ride home ‘cause it’s two in the mornin’ and you’re walkin’ alone in the cold.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know.”
“Then stop acting like I can’t.”
Frank stepped closer.
“Stop puttin’ words in my mouth,” he muttered and you went quiet. “I never said you couldn’t take care of yourself.”
“Feels like it.”
“No, you don’t get to do that.” His voice dropped. “You don’t get to throw a fit ‘cause I’m worried about you and then act like I’m the asshole for carin’.”
Your mouth opened, but he kept going.
“You’re actin’ like a brat because someone is tryin’ to protect you.”
Your expression hardened. “Don’t call me that.”
“What? A brat?” He scoffed. “You sure as hell are one today.”
“Fuck off, Frank,” you said, turning away to walk to your bedroom, planning on leaving him standing so that he would see himself out.
But Frank has had enough. He grabbed you by your shoulders, turned you back around and pushed you against the wall. His right hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You do not tell me to fuck off,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “You hear me?”
Your heart picked up its pace and you stared at him, more surprised by his reaction than anything else.
“You’ve givin’ me attitude this whole evening. Do we need to do something about that?”
His fingers felt like fire on your face. He mustered you up and down, reading every micro reaction, searching for anger in your eyes.
All the anger that had been fueling you moments ago seemed to disappear. It was still there somewhere, buried underneath frustration, but it wasn’t as loud as it had been before.
Frank inched closer, his hot breath on your ear now. His raspy breaths drowned out the pounding noise of your heart.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. I’ll leave and I won’t come back,” he murmured, waiting for a reaction while still holding your face firm in his hand.
The knot in your chest tightened. He was so close you could smell his cologne, and fuck it smelled good.
For weeks, months, maybe even years, you had imagined what it would be like if this tension between you finally snapped. You had spent so much time convincing yourself that it was one-sided, that Frank only saw you as someone he needed to look after. You had never really allowed yourself to consider the alternative.
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
You could feel the warmth of his hand against your skin. The steady rise and fall of his breathing and the way his eyes stayed fixed on you, waiting.
Frank wasn’t pushing, which made it even harder for you to decide. If he left now, things would go back to normal.
Or at least you’d both pretend they had.
He’d still pick up your calls. You’d still see him whenever your dad invited him over. You’d still sit across from him at family dinner and try not to notice the way his sleeves rolled up his forearms or the way his voice always softened when he spoke to you.
And you’d spend the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you hadn’t told him to go.
The thought settled heavily in your stomach.
Frank’s thumb shifted slightly against your jaw, barely moving, but it was enough.
Your gaze dropped for a split second, catching on his mouth before you could stop yourself.
The air between you suddenly felt too warm. You swallowed hard, your pulse racing for an entirely different reason now. Every instinct told you to say something. To break the tension before it swallowed you whole.
“I–“ You started, words drying out in your mouth. You swallowed. “Stay.”
Frank looked at you. His hand remained where it was, rough and warm against your skin, but the tension in his shoulders eased ever so slightly, like he hadn’t expected that answer. Like he’d been preparing himself to hear something else.
The room had gone completely silent. The only sounds were the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and your own pulse pounding in your ears.
Frank finally leaned in to kiss you, slow and gentle at first, but as you let out a small whine, he got rougher.
His hand that was on your face a moment ago, now wrapped around the back your neck, thumb pressing into the side of your throat. His other hand found your hip, pushing you into himself.
You were trapped between the wall and him, his calloused fingers finding the skin at your hip under your shirt, gripping hard. A desperate moan came from your throat as he separated from your mouth and started kissing your neck.
“You’ve been a handful today,” he muttered between kisses and little bites. “Let's see if you can behave now. You think you can do that for me?"
You nodded, words getting caught in your throat. Frank leaned back to take a look at you.
“Cat’s got your tongue, dollface?” He asked, amusement in his voice. “Look at you. All quiet now.”
You swallowed, feeling his thumb on your neck. You didn’t dare to move your hands. “‘M not,” you muttered, voice unsure to which Frank let out a small laugh.
“How ‘bout you get on your knees and show me what else that mouth can do except talkin’ back.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you sunk down to your knees. Frank raked his hand through your hair, softly caressing you before grabbing a fistful.
His other hand worked on his belt until you reached up your hands, giving him a quick look, asking for permission. He nodded and you unbuckled his belt all the way. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along his underwear.
He wasn’t fully hard yet but he was big and you were unsure if he was going to fit. His thumb slipped past your lips, padding at your tongue. You looked up at him through your lashes, sucking on his finger, and he sighed. You could see how his dick was growing at this sight.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, slipping out his thumb. “Hands on your back and open your mouth, princess.”
You did as you were told, mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out, drool pooling at the tip. He loosely stroked his cock a few times before he slid it in your mouth with a muted grunt. It laid heavy on your tongue and you could feel his veins pulsing softly.
Relaxing your jaw as best as you could, you let him fuck into your mouth. His hand was still in your hair, pulling your head back for a better angle.
Tears started forming in your eyes as he went deeper and rougher and you struggled not to gag on him.
“That’s it. Atta girl,” he praised you. Low moans escaped your mouth. Frank rested his free hand against the wall behind you for stability, grunting at the vibrations from your voice.
He came down your throat with a rippled moan and pulled out of you. He let go of your hair. You wiped your spit and his cum off your chin, licking it off your hand while looking at him.
He swallowed, catching his breath. “I swear, you drive me fuckin’ crazy, girl.”
He pulled you up with ease. Frank was incredibly strong. You’ve caught yourself looking at his broad shoulders and prominent biceps countless times over the years, silently fantasising about him holding you down with those muscles. You almost drooled at that thought.
You were pulled into your bedroom. “Strip. And get on the bed,” he motioned while getting rid of his own clothing. He lost his pants completely and stripped off his jacked and shirt, his body on full display now.
Countless scars covered his skin, remnants of a life most people couldn’t even imagine. Some were thin, faded lines. Others were thicker, more jagged, impossible to ignore. You still weren’t quite sure how he’d survived everything he’d been through.
Each scar told a story Frank would probably never tell. You remembered catching glimpses of them over the years. A scar peeking out from beneath a collar and another when he’d rolled up his sleeves. He’s been at your parent’s house with a broken nose and black eyes countless times. Little reminders that there was so much about his life you would never fully know.
You found yourself wondering what they felt like beneath your fingertips, how different the raised scars would be from the rest of his skin. But you wouldn’t dare moving from your spot. Not without Frank’s permission.
You kneeled on the bed, naked. Your hands rested on your knees as you waited for Frank to give you instructions. The humiliation was just slightly present in your head. Those thought have been pushed away by arousal.
“Look at you all obedient now,” he said walking up to you. Your eyes wandered down his body, hard cock on full display for you to admire. You thought back to just minutes ago, how full your mouth felt, the taste of his cum on your tongue. You squirmed on the bed, heat pooling in your stomach.
“Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you.” His rough hand caressed your face before giving your cheek a soft tap, your eyes flicking up to him. “Got you all drunk on my cock, huh?”
You nodded, licking your lips.
“Words, dollface.” His thumb brushed over your lower lip.
“Yes– Frank, please.”
“Atta girl,” he praised. “Lay on your stomach for me.”
You did as you were told, rolling onto your stomach, ass on full display. You brought your hand to your mouth as you watched him move to you. He sat down next to you, his hand caressing your back before massaging your butt. You let out a quiet gasp, looking at him through your lashes.
His hand suddenly came down with a harsh slap, making you squeal. You felt heat pool down in your core as his calloused hand striked your other cheek roughly.
Frank moved to grab one of your pillows, tapping your butt. “Ass up, baby.” You raised your hips a little and he pushed the pillow under you. Your ass now higher in the air. Frank crawled behind you onto the bed, leaving kisses on your lower back and ass. His slight stubble was scratching your skin.
“You got any idea what you do to me?” He mumbled against your back, his fingers drawing tiny patterns just below your ass, dangerously close to your cunt. You let out a whine. “Easy, sweetheart.”
He slid his pointer finger through your folds, making it slit with your juices. Frank smirks at the wetness. “You this wet from just sucking’ my cock?” You heard him say with a slight chuckle, to which you whined and buried your face in your pillows and hands, face red with embarrassment.
With his finger still running through your slick folds, he plants feathery kisses on your ass. Your hips bucked against his hand, trying to get friction.
“Tell me what you want, dollface. Talk to me.”
You bucked your hips again. There was no way coherent words would come out of your mouth.
Frank pulled back his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. “Where’d my mouthy girl go? You gotta use your words, darlin’.”
You squirmed at his words. You could feel yourself dripping onto the pillow underneath you. “Please, Frank.”
“Please what, baby?” His finger rested at the rim of your lips and you tried moving against it.
“Touch me, Frankie. Please.” The desperation in your voice made him smile. He planted a kiss to your ass before his finger dove into you.
“There you go. Atta girl.”
His finger started pumping into you while his thumb pressed against your clit, running circles on it. The direct contact of his long fingers where you wanted them the most had you wanting to scream, but you push your face into the pillows, letting out a quiet muffled sound.
Frank could feel you pushing back against his hand. “Let me hear your pretty sounds.”
You wish you had a comeback but there was nothing but moans and sighs coming from you once you laid your head to the side.
Just before your orgasm started building up, Franks fingers were gone from between your legs. You pushed back, whining desperately, trying to chase the feeling but he had other plans.
In an instant he flips you on your back, he has your wrists pinned above your head. “Sorry, darlin’, but you ain’t comin’ that easy today.”
“Frank,” you protested and he chuckled.
“You been a real brat tonight,” he said. “Gon’ get treated like one.”
He pushed our thighs apart with his legs, settling between them. You moaned when his tip brushed your hole. He shushed you with a kiss, licking into your mouth and you tried to concentrate on that but a loud gasp escaped your mouth when he was fully inside of you. Frank let out a deep groan. His fat cock stretched you out like you’ve never felt before.
“You good? Yeah?” He asked and you nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your breathing.
“Look at me.” You opened your eyes, trying to keep them steady on him. “That’s it. There you go. My pretty girl.”
“I need you, Frank,” you whispered after a while of him not moving. You tried meeting his hips but he held you down with ease.
“Yeah? Thought you said you don’t need me?”
“No, Frank–“
“Maybe I should go home, no?”
“No, no, no, Frank, please–“ you begged. “I need you. I need you so bad. I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll be good for you.”
“That’s what I thought.” He let go of your wrist to grab your breast as he started moving, slow and deep. You could feel every inch of him, every vein pumping against your walls and you groaned loudly.
His lips pressed everywhere he could reach. Your mouth, your cheeks, your throat, leaving little nibbles here and there. He moved his mouth to your breast, kissing and sucking until deep purple marks appeared.
“Frank,” you gasped between moans and wrapped your legs around his waist as if you were scared he’d get up and leave.
“You got any idea what you’re doin’ to me?” He picked up his pace, his cock leaving you breathless with every thrust. Your hand disappeared in his hair, fingernails raking at his scalp.
“Fuck, please,” came out of your mouth before Frank started fucking into you hard. Your headboard banged against your wall as he grunted into your ear. His raspy voice whispered words into your ear but you couldn’t hear them through your ecstasy.
You could feel your lower stomach tense, heat traveling through your core. “Frankie, I need–,” you whined
“You need to cum? Yeah?” His voice low and breathless. “Cum for me, baby.”
Your orgasm washed over you, hard, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Frank continued pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. You trembled underneath him, mind still a bit clouded.
“Hol’ on for me, baby, ‘m almost there.”
He finally pulled out of your sensitive cunt and you watched him as he grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times until he came onto your stomach with thick robes of cum painting your skin.
Sitting back for a second, Frank watched you as you tried evening out your breathing. Your head was thrown back into your pillow and eyes were closed. He moved and you were thinking he’d get a towel to wipe you clean but you felt him on your cunt second later.
His tongue licked over your puffy clit and his arms pushed apart your thighs that closed almost on their own, trying to save you from oversensitivity.
“Frank, I can’t–“
“Shh, baby. You can,” he shushed you, his tongue sliding through your wet lips, lapping at your clit. It didn’t take long for you to come again, squirming against his face.
Tears were running down your face from being fucked out and overstimulated. Frank came up to you, brushing hair out of your wet face. “You okay, baby? You hurt?”
“Jus’ sensitive.”
He planted a light kiss on your lips before he went to grab a towel to wipe his cum off of you. You squirmed when he wiped around your cunt. “I know, sweetheart, ‘m sorry. All done.”
He laid down next to you, pulling you into him. “You sure you’re okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?”
You turned your head to look at him, hand reaching to caress his cheek. “T’was perfect, Frank.”
“Good,” he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. “Now y’know what happens if you keep bein’ a brat.”
“That’s not supposed to keep me from talking back now, is it?” You giggled.
⤷ in which.. frank has the same routine; eat, sleep and kick ass. he doesn’t have the time or emotional availability for a relationship. that is, until he meets you; peter parkers older ‘sister.’
SYNOPSIS: ever since the spell casted to make everyone forget peter parker, you were the only person to remember him. keeping peters biggest secret meant becoming part of a world you never asked for; one filled with constant injuries, unavoidable dangers, and difficult choices, but when peter sends frank castle to your apartment with nothing more than a forgotten backpack, neither of you expect it to be the first of many visits—or the beginning of the one routine frank never saw coming.
TAGS/WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, age gap (reader is 25, frank is 38), strangers to lovers, mutual pining, eventual romance, trauma, ptsd, kissing, post bnd, reader is peter parkers childhood friend, slightly aged up peter parker, etc
WC: TBD
[ veena’s notes . >< ] i saw the bnd movie recently and immediately thought to write about frank. im so excited to start writing again, comment if you wanna be in the taglist and dm or request any ideas you have, my requests are always open!! enjoyyy
it was about nine p.m. when peter called frank, upside down on a building with his mask halfway on. perer forgot to bring your bag from the last time you stayed at his place… two weeks ago. youve been bugging him about the bag as of late but he hasn’t been available so he asked frank to do it.
ring…. ring…. ring…. “what, kid.” the older mans gruff voice crackled through the phone.
“frank, can you—”
“no.”
“i didn’t even get to say it yet!”
“since when do i do favors for you?”
“dude, i literally saved your life!”
“no you didnt.”
“frank, please.”
frank groans on the other line, probably running a hand through his hair. “fine, kid.” he hangs up. peter calls him back. “frank.” he says flatly.
“what.”
“i didnt tell you the favor yet.”
“hurry up.” frank grumbled.
“can you drop off a backpack for me? i’ll send you the address.”
“‘kay”
.
.
.
a sudden knock startled you awake. you were supposed to be altering a formula for peter but you dozed off on accident. stretching, you look to the small white analog clock on your desk. the time blinking 10:30 p.m. at you. a look confusion takes over your tired face.
who would be knocking on your door at this hour?
another sharp knock sounds from your front door, you hastily get up from your desk and rush to the front door. without looking through the peephole, you unlock and open the door. you did NOT expect to see a tall, handsome and well built man at your door holding… your backpack? well, to be fair you didn’t know what to expect but damn. you couldn’t help but stare at him. he’s so handsome. he’s tall, broad shouldered with rough stubble that lined his jaw. his eyes make him even more attractive, tired yet still alert. something in the way he looked at you made the room feel ten times hotter.
it took you a few moments to realize your gaze lingered for a bit longer than you intended and with that you looked away immediately. you look down from his face and notice something in his hand. your backpack!
“oh, peter sent you?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. the older man holds your bag out to you with a curt nod. “mhm.” you take the bag, fingers brushing his wrist gently. the contact sent a spark through you and you flinch slightly. frank crosses his arms across his chest. “wus’ ya name?” he asks simply. you give him your name, a soft murmur aided by a small smile. he doesn’t say anything. you look up at him, meeting his eyes once again. “whats your name?”
faux sympathy during sex with frank is like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. the two things are good on their own, but work so fucking well together.
he had been pounding into you for who knows how long. pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. if he could, he'd keep going until the sun came up. but he was older. not in his prime anymore. combine that with an aching back and he's ready to tap out after the fifth or six time. but you're barely getting started.
you wanna keep going, baby? that's fine with me. but you gotta get on top, then.
you whined but complied anyway. you were what most would call a pillow princess. frank rarely, if ever, let you get on top. not because he didn't like it, but he just preferred taking care of you. however, on nights like tonight, when you're sex drive is still high, he allows himself to push aside his pride and let you take control for a bit.
your thighs were beginning to burn. truthfully, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up. you pawed at his chest, a soft whimper getting dragged out of you when his tip hit the right spot.
"frankie... please," you mumble, tears threatening to spill over.
"aww, what is it, baby? thought you wanted this? but if you don't..." he shifts, acting as if he's about to pull out.
"no! i do, i do!" you exclaim, sinking onto him even deeper. a low groan slips from his lips. goddammit, you're just sucking him in. "but 'm tired. i need your help."
frank clicks his tongue. "oh, baby's tired, huh? well, you said you could do this all by yourself. my big girl can take care of herself, isn't that right?"
you nodded, hurrying up your pace. he rests his hands on your waist, helping to guide you up and down. he just can't help himself. the man takes pleasure in helping out his girl.
"there ya go, baby. knew that you could do it. just needed daddy's help, huh?" he teases.
he thrusts into you, with you matching his pace as you grind down. once, twice, until you both come simultaneously. you lean forward, eyes already closing shut. you feel so full of his come that it warms you from the inside out.
"yeah, go to sleep, sweetheart. daddy's gotchu now," he whispers into your hairline, kissing you gently.
frank may have faux sympathy in bed, but his love for you is universal.
Dbf!Frank who’s got you reverse cowgirl, your arms pulled back so he can hold you to him as he thrusts up into you. You’re bouncing up and down on his thick and ample cock like a little bunny, whining and squirming in his grip as he pounds relentlessly into you. The position he has you in gives you no choice but to just let your head fall back, your pretty, wine red toes curling and calves tensing as he bucks up into you vigorously, his meaty thighs smacking against the backs of yours so much you can tell they’ll be chapped. He’s balls deep, and the lewd sounds of them slapping against your ass cheeks is only adding fuel to the flame burning low in your belly.
“Yeah? You like that baby? Like when your old man holds you still so he can fuck you dumb? - Fuck, love this fuckin’ juicy ass - like a goddamn peach - Nah, my baby isn’t dumb. She’s a good, smart girl huh?” He lets one arm go, and leans forward carefully while his grip remains firm on the one he’s still holding. He brings his free hand around and hooks his thick fingers into your mouth - shoving them down until you’re gagging around them. “Spit,” he orders gruffly. You do as he says, moaning while salivating onto them. He moves his hand down, ghosting it along the the plushy flesh of your hip - until finally he makes it to his destination and starts rubbing steady circles on your glistening pussy.
“Oh god, Frankie! Yes, yes, right there!” you squeal, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix as his fingers work eagerly to get you gushing on him. You lose any core strength you have, and you let yourself fall back against him completely. He releases your other arm and slides it around your front, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you with a vigor and pace that has the corners of your vision darkening - static and stars bouncing around the insides of your eyelids.
“Never answered me,” he huffs and puffs between thrusts.
“You never - oh shit, daddy! - a-asked me anything,” you say breathlessly - unashamedly, selfishly not wanting to answer questions while being fucked so good that you’re blacking the fuck out at the present moment.
“I did - s-shit princess - I asked if you’re a good, smart girl.” His thrusts stutter and slow; his eyes squeeze tight, brows furrowed together as he waits for just the right moment to fill you with his cum. To fuck with you he’ll get extra ooey gooey and call it ‘frosting his cupcake,’ and you always roll your eyes because like what a cringey, old man thing to say??? But somehow super hot also???
“Yes! Yes Frank, I’m your good, smart girl!” Your hands are clutching his arms for dear life. He doesn’t care that your nails are digging into him - it only spurs him on. It motivates him. He loves that he’s making you feel that fucking good that you can’t help but accidentally mark him.
“Show me, baby. Go on. Show me by cummin’ on my cock. That’s it, atta girl. Oh f-fuck honey, gonna make me cum too. Shit.” He gives a low, guttural growl as he rides out his high by slamming your hips down onto him. You’re so blissed out all you can do is mewl and wiggle against his strong chest - your warm, weepy bundle of nerves overstimulated. “I know, I know honey. S’okay, you did so good.” He leans back against the couch, pulling you with him and just holding you like that while his cock’s still in you - softening but still leaving you with a cozy fullness. “Always do s’good for me. Always take it like a fuckin’ champ, baby. I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”
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