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Frank was entirely grateful towards you for many things. First and foremost, you helped him through such a tough time. Seeing him when he was at his lowest of lows, when he was his most vulnerable and ugly, as he went through rehab and weeks of withdrawal, and you stayed with him through it all. It meant far more to him than he could ever truly outwardly express. Secondly, you opened your home to Frank and expected nothing much in return other than a clean house and occasionally dinner while he was unemployed.

You were an amazing friend, offered so much more love and support than anyone could ever truly comprehend. And yet, you were also someone who never allowed anyone to take advantage of you.

And so, when Frank complained to you about his ongoing sexual frustrations, while he was surprised, he couldn't say it was entirely unlike you to offer your services. Your love language towards your friends was indeed acts of service and what better way to show you cared than to be the person Frank used when the desire hit him?

Frank knew from the moment he realized you had been serious about your offer, after reading the look on your face and the glint of your eyes, that he would do anything in his power to make it good for you too. You have done far too much for him, including this agreement, and the least he could do was take care of you as well.

Over the last week since that first night, the day you had offered yourself to him, Frank practically worshipped the ground you walked on. He had eaten you out that night and later on, fucked you soft and sweet into the mattress as part of his thank you before you went back to your room for the night. And throughout the week, Frank made sure to pleasure you more.

A rough twelve hour shift? Frank's fingers were buried in your cunt until you were completely spent. You had just gotten done showering and asked Frank if your legs were soft? Well, the only way for him to really find out were if they were on his shoulders while he ate you out. You were frustrated about a situation at work and needed stress relief? Frank was pounding you into the mattress until you were crying of pleasure from his cock.

Frank had been having a rough day. He accidentally spilled a cup of coffee onto himself, even though he had already showered and changed into scrubs. His car wouldn't start which was ridiculous since he had just brought it to the mechanic a week prior for an oil change so he had to borrow yours. And during the day at work, since you had the day off, his whole balance was just entirely thrown off. Especially when he had a patient pee on him in the middle of the day and he had to change into new scrubs. Not to mention the fact that Dr. Robby was still acting cold towards him, despite the fact that Frank had been showing time and time again that he was sober and more than capable of doing his job.

So really, Frank had been having a horrible day.

By the end of the day, luckily a rare eight hour shift rather than a full twelve hours or sometimes even a fifteen hour shift, Frank had come home in a terrible mood. His shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and he overall was stressed out. As he made his way into the apartment, Frank heard the sounds of "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac playing from the kitchen.

He placed his bag by the door and kicked his shoes off, placing them right next to yours. The soft tone of your voice humming along to the music filled the kitchen as Frank approached. You were stood at the counter, mixing together ingredients in a bowl of what smelled to be bananas.

"Hello," You greeted Frank with a smile, looking up from the bowl. You were dressed in nothing more than one of Frank's Penguins shirts and a pair of your sweatpants. Frank licked his lips as he eyed you, his cock stirring in his pants.

"Hi," He replied.

"Rough day?" You asked as you poured the batter into a greased loaf pan. Definitely banana bread, Frank thought.

"You could say that," Frank sighed. "I'm going to go shower and get changed. I can practically feel the germs on my skin."

"Okay," You replied with a soft smile, your focus on the task in front of you.

Frank couldn't help the small quirk of his lips before walking out of the kitchen. The entire interaction felt domestic, as their interactions usually had even prior to their arrangement. He took a deep breath as he gathered his things from his bedroom and went to the bathroom to prepare for his shower.

Frank wasn't known for having extremely long showers but he did enjoy a good soak. Standing underneath the stream of the almost way too hot water, something he was beginning to see the perks of after surprising you in the shower yesterday to bend you over and fuck you, Frank could feel the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. His lower back was still aching, it always did no matter what.

The sound of the door gently clicking filled Frank's ears causing a soft smirk to appear on his lips. "Do you have room for another?" You asked, popping your head to the side of the shower curtain. It looked as though you had already taken your clothes off, judging by the fact that you weren't wearing his Penguins shirt any longer.

"Of course," Frank replied softly. His cock, which was always half-hard around you now, twitched as you stepped into the shower. His suspicions were indeed confirmed, you had indeed already taken all of your clothes off. "I thought you were baking," He murmured as he placed his hands on your hips.

You only hummed in response and leaned in to kiss Frank's jaw. "Banana bread takes an hour to bake," You whispered into Frank's ear, your breath hot against his skin.

That sentence shouldn't have been hot whatsoever, it was banana bread for heavens sake. But with all of his blood rushing to his cock, Frank could hardly find himself caring. You were right there with him, water cascading down you both, naked, and touching his chest, nothing else mattered in this moment.

You kissed Frank's lips which he returned immediately. His hands roamed your body, going from your hips to you ass and massaging the flesh before trailing them along your back. You made a soft noise against Frank's lips, reaching between the both of you to grip Frank's cock. He gasped against your lips and pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours as he looked down at your hand gripping him.

"You had a bad day," You murmured, slowly pumping his length. Your thumb swiped over the tip which Frank involuntarily thrusted into your hand. "Let me take care of you."

Frank could only moaned in response. There was absolutely nothing going on his head when you were right there, touching him so good. He felt the water from the shower dripping down his nose but he didn't care, his eyes fixated on your hand wrapped around him.

It wasn't until you removed your hand that Frank finally processed what was happening. You dropped to your knees before him, as if you were a disciple praying to a god. Perhaps it was the fact that Frank had grown up as a devoted Catholic that the thought had occured to him. All that mattered was the manner in which you were staring up at him, water dripping onto your face and body.

You wordlessly gripped his cock once again, giving a few tentative strokes before guiding it to your mouth. You swirled your tongue across the tip, tasting the precum that had already accumulated. Frank felt a bit pathetic with how easily hot and bothered he had been since he got sober. But you never shamed him for it, especially when this arrangement began. In fact, Frank swore you got off on the fact he was horny all the time.

Maybe because you were too.

"Oh fuck," Frank groaned as your mouth eased onto Frank's length, all warm and welcoming. You stopped about halfway before moving your head upwards, slowly getting into a rhythm. Your hand moved to the based of his cock, stroking whatever couldn't fit in your mouth in sync with your movements.

Frank tilted his head back, allowing the water to cover his face entirely. He relished in the feeling of your lips wrapped around his cock. This was the first blowjob he had gotten in quite a long while and god, did it feel heavenly. If you were a disciple then your god was his cock with the way it felt as though you were worshipping it.

But with the emotions Frank felt, the reality of your dynamic was the fact that he worshipped the very ground you walked on much more than he'd ever admit to you or himself outwardly. The thoughts and feelings he felt for you were kept at bay, his very own secret to hopefully never be revealed. This was just sex, a means to an end, it didn't mean anything else.

Frank removed his face from being directly sprayed on by the water and looked down at you. You hallowed your cheeks, causing Frank to whimper at the added pleasure. With each movement upward, you swirled your tongue along the tip.

"Fuck, sweetheart," He groaned lowly, bringing a hand to your head. It was embarrassing how terribly close he was, ready to explode into your mouth. "I-" He cut himself off when your fingers brushed against his bean bags, a rather pathetic whine escaping his lips in response. Frank has always been quite sensitive. "God, baby, I'm gonna cum," He moaned, unable to help the subtle thrust of his hips in sync with your lips.

You simply hummed around Frank's length, encouraging his approaching orgasm. Frank cursed at the vibration, adding to his pleasure. Frank felt his abdomen tightening as he grew closer. And with a few more movements of your mouth, Frank was holding your head in place as he came, filling your mouth. All he could see was white as he moaned your name repeatedly.

When Frank finally came down from his high and loosened his grip on you, you pulled away and looked up at Frank with glossy eyes and swollen lips. You were always such a dream but in that moment, Frank found you to be ethereal, truly a blessing from God himself.

"Fuck," He breathed out as he tried to gain control of his breathing. The water of the shower was still spraying onto his back. He brought his hands to your shoulders and helped you stand up. "You're too good to me," He said roughly as he looked at you, placing his hands on your waist instead.

You only hummed in response as a smile appeared on your lips. "You had a rough day," You said softly. "I wanted to help."

Frank leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips. "Thank you," He whispered.

You kissed Frank in response, your lips moving gently against his. "Anytime," You whispered back.

After the two of you had finished showering, grateful that water was included when you got your apartment otherwise the water bill would be far too high for you alone to pay, you and Frank had gotten yourselves dried and changed. You had thrown on only one of Frank's shirts and nothing else while he had thrown on a pair of sweatpants.

You made your way to the kitchen to check on the timer you had set on the oven. There were still about fifteen minutes left on the timer. The whole apartment was filled with the sweet and beautiful aroma of banana bread.

"God it smells amazing," Frank said as he walked into the kitchen behind you.

"I'm glad," You replied. "Because I even added nutella to the batter."

Really, his cock should not have twitched at the revelation. It's chocolate hazelnut spread for god sake. But here he was, suddenly hard despite the amazing blowjob you had given him just a bit ago.

"Oh I could fuck you," He groaned out. The best way into a man's pants is through his stomach right? That was totally the saying. Or was it? Frank didn't really care, not when the blood was rushing to his cock. It would be embarasssing if you weren't biting your lip and looking at Frank as though you also desperately wanted him.

"Well there is fifteen minutes left on the timer…" You pointed out with a glance toward the oven. "Think we could finish in fifteen?"

"I think so," Frank nodded his head, glancing down at himself. The tent in his sweatpants was obvious and he couldn't help but palm himself through the material.

You let out a breath, your eyes fixated on Frank's movements for just a moment. You cleared your throat. "Let's get moving then," You said before you turned around and bent over for Frank, your forearms resting on the counter in front of you.

Frank allowed himself to just look at you as you bent over for him. You hadn't bothered with putting on underwear after the shower and had only thrown on one of Frank's shirts. Your ass was exposed and now so was your cunt. He licked his lips and dropped his pants to his thighs before making his way over to you.

He first places his hands on your ass, massaging the flesh. A small sigh left your lips in response. The sigh had quickly turned into a gasp as Frank placed a small smack on your left cheek. "You're so perfect," Frank said, his voice rough from being turned on.

"Only thirteen more minutes," You replied breathlessly.

Frank hummed in response as his fingers moved from your ass to your cunt, ellicting a soft noise from your lips. You were already so wet and he hadn't done anything yet. That was the one thing he had realized during this past week since the two of you began this arrangement, you were truly ready for him at any and all times.

His fingers spread around your wetness before he removed his fingers entirely. Frank wrapped a hand around his cock, guiding himself to your cunt. The tip grazed your clit, causing you to moan softly.

You were truly just a sight to behold. Bent over the counter with your cunt glistening for Frank, absolutely a vision. Without warning, Frank began pushing his cock into your entrance. "Oh fuck," You said, closing your eyes as you gripped the edge of the counter.

Frank groaned as he entered inside of you. Your pussy was so wet, so tight, and perfect. It took everything to not just instanteanously blow his load like he had almost done earlier in the shower. "God," He threw his head back as he eased all the way in.

"Please," You breathed out in a whimper, wanting so badly to simply be pounded into.

And who was Frank to deny you when you sounded like that?

He drew his hips back slowly, his cock easing out of you, before slamming himself back into you. A loud moan fell from your lips as the feeling. Your walls instinctively clenched around him, almost clinging to his cock as if to never let go. You felt almost as though you were desperate and perhaps in many ways, you were.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Frank groaned as he continued that pace for a few moments, simply drawing his hips back slowly before slamming into you harshly. He began moving his hips a bit faster, gaining a nice rhythm. He had one hand on your hip while the other rested on your spine.

"Frank," You whined loudly as he thrusted his hips.

The kitchen was filled with the sweet scent of banana bread and the loud sound of skin clapping together as he fucked you hard and fast, uncaring of whether or not the neighbors may hear you guys. It didn't particularly matter, not when his cock felt heavenly inside of you.

"You're so fucking good to me," Frank grunted, his voice rough. "Letting me take you whenever I desire," He gripped your hip a bit tighter. "Such a good girl, aren't you?"

A shiver went down your spine at the praise as you audibly gasped. With a moan, you nodded your head in response, despite Frank being unable to see your face. "So good for you," You replied, keeping your grip on the counter.

Frank's hips adjusted slightly as he continued the pace. With the slightly knew angle, his cock began hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing you to moan much louder than before. "God, I'm not gonna be able to last," Frank's other hand slid from your spine to your other hip. He held you tightly as he fucked you.

You reached a hand downward to your cunt, rubbing circles on your clit in sync with Frank's thrusts. That familiar heat inside of you was building quickly. "Oh my god," You mewled, meeting Frank's thrusts with your own movements as you began chasing that high.

And with a few more thrusts of Frank's cock and your fingers, you were moaning his name as you clamped down around him. Your body quivered with pleasure as your orgasm hit you hard. You felt Frank twitch before spilling deep inside of you, riding out his own release.

After a few moments, the world came back into perspective along with the beeping of the oven to signal that the banana bread was done. The two of you were breathing heavily, coming down from your highs. Frank pulled out of you and stepped back just enough to pull up his sweatpants. You stood back up, still breathing hard, and turned around to look at Frank.

He smiled at you and leaned in to press a soft kiss onto your lips. "Don't worry about pulling the bread out," He murmured softly. "I'll take care of it. You go get yourself situated," He said before pressing his lips against your forehead.