𝑅𝐸𝒞𝐼𝒫𝑅𝒪𝒞𝐼𝒯𝒴;
pairing: frank castle x black!reader
rating: M.
warnings: smut, slight degradation, public sex, oral (m receiving), some light other stuff, minors dni
word count: 2.9k, excuse any mistakes bc idc!!
summary: after a bad day, frank does his best to cheer you up. in return, you give him some lovin.
frank hears the jingle of your keys before you come in. you stand at the door for a couple of seconds, which gives him pause enough that he lowers the television before you enter, overwhelmed with bags. he takes them from you and you thank him with a sweet smile, but he can see your fatigue quite clearly. the low slump of your shoulders, the tension in your spine and your strained steps jump out at him, begging him to take care of you.
he frowns, disliking seeing you this downtrodden. you’re oblivious to it, running to the sink and rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands. when he sets all the bags down, you immediately descend on them, sorting through each one. the speed you’re moving at reminds him of a little hummingbird, fluttering around your kitchen in a flurry of limbs. you’re ignoring all the signals your body is sending you to sit and relax. if this is how you’ve been going on all day, you’ll collapse sooner rather than later.
you’re elbow deep in a reusable grocery brag, mumbling some ridiculous apology for dinner being a little late when he comes up behind you. you give him another smile that makes your eyes brighten, but they’re far too red for his liking. he sets his hands on top of yours to stop them. he buries his face in your neck and relishes in the sound of your breathless giggle. clearing his throat, he guides your hands away from the counter. “why don’t you let me put these away, while you shower and get ready?” he murmurs into your skin.
you laugh, an adorable, confused expression on your face when you turn to him. “get ready for what?”
he brings a hand to your face, knuckles grazing your cheekbone. when you close your eyes and lean into the touch, letting out a heavy sigh, he knows he’s made the right choice. “we’re gonna go out to eat.” he brings your hand to his lips and places a kiss on your finger. “you’re exhausted, sweetheart.”
you flush, embarrassed that he’s noticed. it’s cute that you think there’s anything you could hide from him. “i-i guess i am. it’s been a long day. we could order in, i know how you feel about restaurants.”
he bites back a sigh. you’re always putting what you want last. it’s endearing, but he’s got no patience for it now. “just worry about getting dressed, okay?” he sends you off with a swat to the ass, laughing at your yelp and the glare you send his way.
*
you were having a bad day.
you woke up to frank shaking you awake after your second alarm, shaving twenty minutes off the time you had to get ready. you missed your usual train and had to wait for the one that consistently had a fucking problem. today’s issue cost you half an hour, followed by a forty-five-minute ride in a packed car. you couldn’t catch up on your sleep without someone jostling you or coughing and sneezing or playing music without headphones. in short, you went through hell.
you’re only ten minutes late, but you might as well have not shown up, according to your supervisor’s passive aggressive comments. it takes everything in you not to tell him to fuck off in front of all your coworkers. you barely manage to hold your tongue. you’re so relieved to have avoided any more mishaps that you convince yourself to stop by the store for dinner ideas.
it’s minutes before you enter your building that the straps of one of your bags breaks, forcing you to scramble to catch everything. picking cans off the street had been the nail in the coffin of your shitty, awful day. the moments you stood before your door were seconds you used to compose yourself before you broke into tears. for frank to offer to go out, he must’ve known the instant you walked in. the gesture warms your heart.
you’re all done up in return, skin lathered in cocoa butter scented baby oil and frank’s favorite perfume. your makeup is simple, which he always seems to appreciate, and your hair pristine, framing your face in neat curls. you’ve got a beautiful cabo dress on. the silk hugs your body, accentuating the figure that frank can’t get enough of. the champagne color gleams in contrast to your deep, rich brown skin. a set of pearls sit high on your neck, with a complementary set of earrings. you’re all glitter and gold.
in other words, you look fucking sexy.
frank’s long whistle confirms this. he stands in the doorway and the way his dark eyes bore into you make you sheepish. you do a little turn and his murmured “goddamn” is all the confidence boost you’ll ever need. before you can say a word, he’s putting his big, warm hands on you. he begins at your knees, barely covered by the dress, sliding his hands along the material. they glide over your thighs and hips, up your stomach and waist and your chest, all while he stares into your wide eyes. “lookin’ good enough to eat, darling.” his tone tells you he means it.
you shudder. “thank you, but don’t get any ideas. get me my meal and then you’ll get yours.”
frank laughs, then licks his lips. “i’ll hold you to that.”
*
you’re having a wonderful time. you’re not sure where he found the restaurant, a small in the wall building that’s beautiful inside. it’s covered wall to wall in string lights and it bathes frank in its gorgeous hue.
your eyes practically fall out of your head when you see the prices on the menu. you clear your throat and start to mention that maybe this place was a bit too much. he listens to you babble for about three seconds before he stops you. “relax. turn off that brain of yours and enjoy yourself,” he squeezes your thigh once. “no baggage, no bullshit.”
he waits for confirmation and you chew your lip for a second before nodding. “say it,” he orders.
“no baggage or bullshit,” you agree.
the smile he gives you makes it easy to give up. if letting him do this will make you both happy, there’s little reason not to let him spoil you. besides, you don’t know much about his finances, but this isn’t enough to bankrupt him. so you relax, turn your brain off and enjoy yourself.
you spend most of the time watching frank while he talks. he looks amazing. it might be the only color he wears, but damn if black doesn’t do him justice. his button up is just shy of too tight and you can see the way the muscles in his arms strain against the fabric. you’ve been in those arms, they look as great as they feel. he’s traded his usual cargo pants for black slacks and he can’t escape the way his thick thighs fill out the fabric. it makes your mouth water, the image of him smiling at you under all these lights, looking like god sculpted him personally.
the food is delicious. you end up tipsy on a bottle of wine with a name you can’t pronounce and two desserts under your belt. you feel sublime, light and airy and giddy. you can’t dredge up an ounce of worry, content to lean into the arm frank has wrapped around you as the two of you walk home. you have him to thank for this peace of mind, the deep contentment that’s settled in your chest. you can’t resist pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek and when he leans into it, your appreciation grows. he’s so sweet on you it makes you light headed, this mountain of a man being so careful with you. with all that’s happened to him and what he’s done, you don’t take his feelings for you lightly. your frank is a sweetheart, a gentle giant who practically worships the ground you walk on. he’d never do anything to hurt you, taking you out when you’re upset instead.
it’s like today never happened. you’ve never felt so thoroughly comforted or appreciated. it took one look for him to know what you needed. it feels like he deserves a little care of his own, a devious part of you whispers.
of course, you give into it. you give him another kiss, on the mouth this time. it’s filthy, your tongue sliding into his mouth without a care for who might see you. all you think about is getting closer to him, making him feel good and giving him a taste of the peace of mind he’s gifted you. when you start sliding your hands down his body, fumbling for the opening of his pants, he finally stops you. “c’mon,” you murmur against his lips. “just wanna feel it.”
“christ,” frank says, pulling your hands off him. “let’s go, we’re almost home.”
you stop, lips twisting into a displeased pout. “why not now?”
he raises an eyebrow, pinning you with a searching glance. when he sees you’re serious, not just trying to drunkenly hook up with him, he looks at you in disbelief and huffs. “really, you have to ask?”
you shrug, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him. “don’t tell me you’re scared.”
he doesn’t take the bait and starts to pull you towards home. you dig your heels into the ground and he swears, stopping dead to stare at you. “seriously?” he asks.
you bite your lip, gazing at him imploringly and he shakes his head before chuckling. he simply tilts his head in agreement and you giggle, pulling him towards the alley between your building and another. your hands unbutton his pants, and you cup him in your hand, happy to find him warm and half hard. “fuck frank, i can’t tell you how much i love your dick.”
he grabs you, large hand dwarfing yours. his grin is mean and it makes your stomach twist in anticipation. “is that right? i guess that’s why you’re pawing at me like a desperate whore?”
you flush. the alley is dark and there’s barely anyone out this late, but someone could easily see you two. the wall you bullied frank into leaning against is visible from the street. if anyone got close enough, they’d see quite the performance. the risk and his words do little besides ignite the fire simmering in your belly. his eyes go a little wide when you nod. “i'm your whore 'cuz you've got the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen. when it’s inside me, fuck, i feel like you’re gonna split me in two. i love everything about it, so i’d like to suck it. now.”
frank curses and you bite back a smug smile. he likes to pretend it doesn’t get to him, but he always fucks you harder when you’re singing his praises. he enjoys pleasing you, not just during sex. he’s eager to help and wants to see you happy, often by making things easier for you. just like tonight. you want to do the same and if it’s a little slutty, you doubt he’s truly complaining. he might need a little more convincing, but you’re more than willing. “i wanna feel you, taste you, and make you cum. please.”
you smile when you feel him throb in your hand. he doesn’t say anything else, so you start to drop to your knees. he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “wait,” he orders, sliding out of his jacket and dropping it on the floor.
“aw, you’re such a gentleman frank,” you tease, kneeling onto it.
he slides his big hands in your hair carefully, each one framing your cheeks, before tightening his grip. “don’t try to be smart when you’re begging me to suck my cock,” he growls, tilting your face so that you’re staring up at him.
your mouth waters as you nod slowly and he gives you that sexy, cocky smile. “atta girl. open up.”
obediently, you open your mouth. because he’s an asshole, he holds you that way while he drags himself out of his pants. the thought that you might be more than dickmatized crosses your mind while you patiently wait. then it’s gone because his cock is out. it rests heavily in his palm, his fingers sliding over thick veins you can’t wait to slide your tongue over. you let your tongue fall out and slide over the tip.
frank groans. “greedy,” he says with a laugh, pushing slowly past your lips. “come here, pretty.”
your shoulders sag with relief and you slide your lips over his cock, tongue curling to gather the precum dribbling from the tip. his cock is heavy and hot in your mouth, a heady sensation that makes it hard to breathe with how he fills you. you let him move your head back and forth at his pace, spit coating his cock with every slow thrust into your mouth. you cup his hands, blinking up at him pointedly. he grins. “too slow? you get all drooly and dumb on my cock, but you wanna take the reins?”
you hum, inching your fingers under your dress and sliding them over your sticky panties, shuddering at the pressure on your clit. frank watches, eyes tracking every movement. he tuts with false sympathy. “you're so worked up already, sweetheart? you poor thing, maybe i’ll let you hump my boot.”
he says the words fondly, sliding his hands out of your hair. it spurs you on, fingers sliding clumsily over your panties while he encourages you. “go ahead, sweetness.”
your swirl your tongue along the ridges of his cock with devotion. his rough “oh fuck,” goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to take your eyes off him like this, head thrown back and chest and stomach heaving with gasping breaths. you breathe through your nose to stop yourself from gagging as you slide further down his cock, working your tongue around it, mouth warm and messy as drool dribbles down your chin. you nearly jump out of your skin when frank nudges his shoe between your legs. “you ain’t too good for it. not when you’re sucking me like this, huh angel?”
he pushes his foot against your clit and your hips jerk towards the stimulation, hips grinding against hard leather. “that’s my girl, go ahead.”
you roll your hips in sync with your mouth. your body sings with the sensations running through you. each graze of your clit against his shoe and the weight of his cock in your mouth makes your head rush. underneath you, frank’s thighs tremble. his grunts and low moans echo off the walls of the alley and the walls of your mind. he brushes your hair back with a shaky hand to look into your teary eyes. being on the receiving end of his gaze while in this position makes your body feel as if it’s going up in flames. you’ve soaked through your underwear, thighs coated in wetness from how turned on you are, eyes probably wide and desperate as you hump frank’s shoe like a desperate animal. “fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “you were starvin’, huh? couldn’t even wait ‘til we got to the house to swallow me down?”
he chuckles when you moan, eyes fluttering shut with a whispered curse. he’s close and you’re getting there, each tiny shock to your spine building into a creeping orgasm. you pump your tongue once, twice along his length, pulling off and placing a sinful kiss to the head before swallowing him to the root. your lips rest triumphantly against his pelvis and you blink up at him expectantly, tongue stroking his cock rhythmically. frank grunts, his entire body tensing and shaking as he cums, pulsing as he fills your mouth and throat.
you try your best to swallow it all, but it pours out the sides of your mouth. you look wrecked, tears, cum, and mascara on your cheeks. you suckle and kiss at his softening cock, milking him for all he’s worth and slowing your hips. your mind is pleasantly hazy despite not cumming and you’re content to mouth leisurely at his cock, pushing him to over stimulation if the soft grunt he lets out before pulling away is any indication.
he tucks himself back into his pants and wastes no time pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. he grips the back of your neck, tongue swallowing yours. he slips remnants of cum into your mouth and then licks it out. you moan, pressing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure on your pulsing clit. you gasp when his hand pulls them apart, large fingers gliding through the soppy mess of your panties. “look at you, baby. you gonna cum?”
you whimper, shaking your head. “no? feels like you could.” his fingers slide over your clit and you shake, grabbing his arm. you absolutely could, barely hanging on by a thread. his light touches to your pussy send you into a frenzy. your breaths deepen and you squeeze your eyes closed. the tug in your gut grows stronger with each stroke of his fingertips and you feel the rush of endorphins flowing back to your brain with your orgasm. the rope is about to snap and your chest heaves in anticipation when he just stops. your orgasm crumbles and you whine into the kiss he gives you.
in one smooth motion, he gathers you in his arms and throws you over his shoulder. you scramble to cover yourself, loud protests silenced by the sound of frank open palm smacking your ass hard enough to sting. your pussy throbs in response. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i promise to treat my pussy real good.”
it’s a promise he keeps. after all, your relationship is all about reciprocity.
