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pairing: frank langdon x fem!reader
summary: two weeks away turns intoย i miss you, babyโs that donโt feel casual anymore. when you come back, he doesnโt say muchโjust looks at you like heโs been thinking about you the entire time. and the second youโre alone, his hands are on you, pulling you in close like he needs to feel you there, like youโre still his.
time & place: season1-2 era, the Pitt, readers apartment
warnings: MDNI FR, cursing, secret relationship, coworker relationship, nsfw, oral f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, dom-ish frank, use of pet names, use of daddy, orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink
โ๐โหโนโก masterlist // wattpad
a/n: im sorry hes just too damn fine
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Everything is exactly what itโs supposed to be and none of it matters.
Youโre laying on your stomach, chin resting on your arm, phone already in your hand before you even realize it.
Your stomach flips immediately after, like it always does when you call him that first.
Like youโre handing yourself over without even being in front of him.
Your phone buzzes almost instantly.
Frank:
miss me that bad, baby?
You press your lips together, smiling into your arm.
You shift slightly on the towel, heart beating a little faster now.
You:
you donโt sound like it.
Langdon:
you want me to sound like it?
Langdon:
i havenโt slept right since you left.
Your fingers tighten around your phone.
Langdon:
miss feeling you.
that does something to you.
Something that makes your core flutter.
You sit up a little, tucking your hair behind your ear, glancing down at yourselfโbikini clinging to your skin, still slightly damp from the water.
You shift just enough, angling your phoneโ
You stare at the picture for half a second.
Every inch of you is on display for him.
Your heart starts racing.
Your thighs press together without you even realizing.
Langdon:
what did I tell you about sending me things like that while iโm at work.
But it doesnโt sound like a warning.
You can feel it through the screen.
Langdon:
youโre trying to get daddy's attention like this?
You smile, small and soft.
You:
it worked, didnโt it?
Langdon:
you have any idea what you look like right now?
You shift slightly, breath catching.
Langdon:
like you shouldnโt be out there where anyone can see you.
Langdon:
like you belong somewhere else.
Another message comes through.
Langdon:
youโre my girl.
Thatโs the one that gets you.
You press your thighs together, closing your eyes for a second.
You:
then you shouldโve come with me.
Your brows knit slightly.
Then the next message hitsโ
Langdon:
you shouldโve stayed.
Langdon:
where only i can see you.
Langdon:
because I donโt like you being out there looking like that without me.
Your breath catches again.
You smile, small and warm, curling slightly into yourself.
You:
iโll come home soon.
Langdon:
come back soon, baby.
Same place. Same noise. Same everything.
But your chest feels tight, because now youโre back where he is.
"Look who finally came back."
You barely make it two steps beforeย Danaย pulls you into a quick hug.
"We were struggling, by the way."
You laugh softly, hugging him back.
"No, seriously, you can't leave again."
You shake your head, smiling, stepping back toward the deskโ
You smile, grabbing your tablet.
"You're with Langdon today."
Your fingers tighten slightly around the tablet.
You donโt look at him right away.
Because you already feel it.
That pull, that awareness, like something in youย knowsย where he is before you even see him.
You inhale softly, then you look.
Langdonย is already looking at you.
Like he felt you walk in.
Like heโs been waiting for it.
Your breath catches just for a second.
You move toward him anyway.
Like your heart isnโt picking up.
His eyes donโt leave you.
They moveโslow, deliberateโtaking you in like he hasnโt seen you in too long.
Like heโs making up for it now.
But lower than it needs to be.
People move around you, voices blending into the backgroundโ
Like it doesnโt touch this.
His gaze drops for half a second.
You shift your weight slightly, fingers tightening around the tablet just to ground yourself.
Because the way heโs looking at you is not normal.
You felt it through a screen for two weeks.
Now itโs right in front of you.
But his voice sits heavier now.
Like heโs holding something back.
You fall into step beside him.
But close enough that you feel it.
During the shift, it got worse.
Being around him like this.
Because he doesnโt touch youโ
Passing you somethingโhis fingers brushing yours for half a second too long.
Standing behind youโclose enough that you feel his presence before he even speaks.
Leaning in to look at a chartโhis shoulder just barely grazing yours.
And every single time, he pulls back first.
But slower than he should.
"Focus," he says quietly at one point.
Because it doesnโt sound like a reminder.
It sounds like a warning.
Your fingers tighten slightly.
But when you glance at him, his jaw is tight.
Like he doesnโt believe you.
Because if you donโtโ
It happens in a quiet hallway.
Of course it does, it always does.
No one around, no voices, no distractions.
You donโt even know why.
Closer than he should be.
Closer than either of you should allow.
His eyes drop to your mouth.
His hand flexes slightly at his side.
Like heโs stopping himself.
Like itโs taking everything in him.
"Donโt," he says quietly.
"Donโt what?" you whisper.
"Look at me like that here."
Because you didnโt even realize you were.
A breath passes between you.
footsteps echo in the distance.
He steps back immediately.
Control snapping back into place.
"Room three," he says evenly.
Like nothing just happened.
Like he didnโt almostโ
Your shift had ended thank god.
And you knew he was coming.
You donโt even make it all the way inside your apartment.
The door barely cracks open before heโs thereโ
Langdonย stepping into you, one hand already on your waist, the other catching the door and shutting it behind him in the same motion.
Your back hits the door softly, breath catching as his hand slides up your side like he needs toย feelย you, like he doesnโt trust that youโre actually here yet.
"Hiโ" you barely get out.
"Cโmere," he mutters, low, already pulling you closer like you werenโt close enough.
Your hands come up automatically, gripping his shirt, grounding yourself as his forehead presses briefly against yoursโ
A breath leaves him, heavier than it should be.
It slips out without thinking.
And that does something to him.
His hand tightens at your waist, pulling you flush against him like he needs you closer than that, like two weeks wasnโt just longโit wasย too long.
"Yeah," he murmurs, almost against your mouth. "I know."
His other hand comes up, fingers sliding along your jaw, thumb brushing just under your lip like heโs been thinking about doing that for days.
His eyes drop to your mouth.
"Missed you," you whisper.
And he doesnโt brush it off.
His gaze flicks back up to yours, something softer cutting through all that control.
"I know, baby," he says, and itโs not teasingโitโs certain. "I could tell."
Because of course he could.
His hand drifts againโdown your side, slower now, deliberate, like heโs relearning you.
Like heโs reminding himself.
"You donโt get to do that again," he adds, quieter, thumb pressing just slightly into your hip. "No more leaving without me."
You nod before you even realize it.
His jaw tightens slightly, like that answer did more to him than anything else.
And then his forehead dips, brushing yours againโ
but this time he doesnโt stop there.
Breath mixing with yours.
"Youโve been driving me crazy," he adds, lower now.
Your fingers tighten in his shirt.
"Yeah," he cuts in softly, not harsh, just knowing. "You did."
Your hands slide up slightly, closer to his shoulders, holding onto him like youโve been waiting just as long.
His thumb shifts again, slow, intentional, like heโs mapping you out.
"Look at you," he murmurs, almost to himself.
Because the way he says itโ
Itโs like heโs been holding that in.
Your head tilts just slightly under his hand.
Thatโs the last bit of restraint gone.
His hand tightens again, pulling you fully into him, chest to chest, no space left between you at all.
"Yeah, baby," he breathes, low, steady, right there. "I got you."
Because itโs not just possession.
And heโs been without you for two weeks.
And now he doesnโt have to be.
His hand slides again, slower now, like heโs not in a rush anymoreโ
like now that he has you, heโs going to take his time.
"Missed this," he murmurs.
His body presses against yours.
You feel the subtle tremor in his hold.
He's been starving for this,
For you, the distance carving hollows in him that only your touch can fill.
"Please," you whisper, clinging to him instantly, your fingers curling into his shirt as you melt against his chest.
You're soft for him always.
Needy in a way that makes your heart ache.
And the way he holds you now, like he might never let go, only deepens that attachment.
He pulls back just enough to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks.
His gaze tracing your features with possessive hunger.
Then his mouth claims yours.
Not rough but insistent, lips moving slowly and deep, tongue slipping in to taste you like he's memorizing every second.
He walks you backward through the hallway, never breaking the kiss, his hands roamingโ
Sliding down your sides, gripping your hips, pulling you flush so you feel the hard line of him straining against his scrubs.
"Missed you so fucking much, my baby," he breathes against your lips, nipping gently before diving back in.
It's intense, the way he touches you everywhere, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt.
But the restraint in his movements is cracking.
His breaths coming quicker.
His body trembling with the effort to savor rather than devour.
By the time you reach the bedroom, your shirt is half-off, his hands pushing it over your head with no care.
Then, just as quick he moved to tug down your pants.
He steps back for a moment.
His eyes devouring you in just your bra and panties.
The vacation sun has kissed your skin golden.
His voice low, reaching out to trace the pale lines where your bikini satโ
The stark contrast against your tan makes his cock twitch visibly.
"Those tan lines... fuck, baby, you look incredible. Like you were made to drive me crazy out there, teasing daddy with those pictures."
His fingers follow the edges.
Dipping under the bra straps, and you shiver at his touch, arching into him.
He unhooks your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall, and groans at the sight of your breasts.
Your nipples already hardening in the cool air.
"My good girl, coming back to me all sun-kissed and perfect."
He cups them gently at first, thumbs circling the peaks, then leans in to take one into his mouth.
His tongue swirls slowly and wet, sucking with just enough pressure to make you gasp.
His hand kneads the other, pinching the nipple between his fingers and rolling it until it's throbbing.
You thread your fingers through his hair, holding him there, whimpering as he switches sides, lavishing the same attention.
Tugging lightly with his teeth before soothing with soft kisses.
The sensation shoots straight to your core.
Heat building as he murmurs praises against your skin.
"So sensitive for me, aren't you? Daddy's gonna take such good care of you."
Your panties are soaked already, and he knows it, his hand sliding down your stomach to cup you through the fabric.
"Feel that? My pretty pussy's been waiting for me."
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs them down, guiding you to the bed as you step out of them.
You sink onto the mattress, and he follows, kneeling between your legs, spreading your thighs wide with strong but gentle hands.
His eyes fix on your exposed folds.
Glistening for him, and he licks his lips.
"Gonna taste you now, baby. Been dreaming about this."
He lowers his head, breath hot against you.
He starts with a long, flat lick from your entrance to your clit.
You moan, hips lifting, but he presses a hand to your stomach, holding you steady as he settles in.
His tongue delves deeper, lapping at your wetness, circling your clit with precise flicks that make your toes curl.
"Taste even better than I remembered,"
The vibration humming through you.
He sucks your clit gently.
Then harder, alternating with long strokes of his tongue while his fingers tease your entrance.
You squirm, hands fisting the sheets.
The pleasure coiling tight as he works you over.
He slides one finger inside.
Curling them upward to stroke that spot that makes you see stars, his mouth never leaving your clitโ
Sucking, licking, nipping until you're panting his name.
You beg, clingy and desperate, your body arching toward him.
He hums in approval, adding a third finger, pumping them slow and deep, his tongue relentless.
Every sensation amplified by his focus.
His free hand still toying with your nipple, pinching in time with his thrusts.
Crashing hardโyour thighs quake, and you squirt, warm release soaking his face, dripping down his chin.
He doesn't flinch, groaning deeply as he laps it up, fingers still moving to milk every last pulse from you.
"That's it, good girl, give daddy everything,"
He praises you, voice muffled against you, drawing out your orgasm until you're trembling in aftershocks.
He rises, wiping his face with a satisfied smirk.
He sheds his clothes quicklyโ
Shirt tossed aside, pants kicked off to free his thick cock, hard and leaking for you.
"Need to be inside you now, baby. Can't wait anymore."
He positions you on your back, settling between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds.
With a low groan, he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you perfectly.
He groans, bottoming out and holding still.
Forehead to yours, eyes locked in that intense, protective gaze.
He starts with measured thrusts, deep and grinding.
His hands roaming your bodyโ
Tracing those tan lines again.
Thumbs brushing your nipples as he rocks into you.
You wrap your legs around him, clinging tight, nails digging into his back.
"Missed this, daddyโmissed you," you murmur.
And he kisses you softly, tongue mirroring his hips.
The pace builds gradually, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting deep with each slide.
He leans down to suckle your nipple once more.
Teeth grazing as he thrusts harder, the dual pleasure making you clench around him.
"Wanna feel you from every angle, pretty girl,"
He pulls out and flips you onto your side, lifting your top leg over his hip.
He slides back in from this new position.
The angle lets him grind against your clit with every movement.
His hand cups your breast, pinching the nipple firmly while his other arm bands around your waist, holding you close, possessively.
You turn your head to kiss him, messy and needy, as he fucks you, drawing out the tension, making you feel every ridge and vein.
With a gentle nudge, he maneuvers you onto all fours, hands guiding your hips up.
He instructs softly, and you comply, presenting yourself.
He enters you from behind in one smooth glide, groaning at the deeper penetration.
His palms stroke your sides.
One slides up to fondle your breast, rolling the nipple as his hips snap forwardโcontrolled but powerful, skin slapping skin.
"This pretty pussy takes me so well,"
He continues to praise, leaning over to kiss your shoulder.
You push back, meeting his thrusts, the coil tightening again under his skilled touchโ
His fingers find your clit, circling firmly.
He spanks your ass lightly.
just enough to sting sweetly, then soothes with a rub.
The rhythm falters as your orgasm nears, but he slows, teasing, prolonging it with shallow dips before plunging deep.
He urges you on, voice strained.
And you do, shattering around him, walls pulsing as you cry out.
He flips you back to face him, needing that connection, hooking your legs over his elbows for leverage.
This position lets him go deeper, faster.
His cock pounds into you with restrained urgency.
Muscles flexing as he chases his release.
One hand between you to rub your clit, the other pinching your nipple hard enough to spark fresh pleasure.
"Gonna fill you up, babyโ,"
He pants, thrusts erratic now, hips grinding.
You cling to him, soft whimpers turning to moans, your body responding to his every move.
The build is torturously slow at the end.
His control slipping as he buries himself deep one last time, groaning your name.
His cock pulsing rhythmically,
Filling you completely as he rides out his climax, hips jerking with each wave.
He collapses gently atop you.
Still inside, kissing your forehead, your lips, holding you close.
He whispers, protective arms enveloping you, the world narrowing to just thisโhim, you, whole again after the ache of separation.
