wanna visit the eiffel tower? ~ D.W + F.L
warnings! : mean! frank langdon , slight voyeurism! degrading kink! brat! frank langdon, brat! reader, bully! frank langdon, slight manhandling! sexual tension! no gender! reader.
collaborating writer - @franklangdonhusband !
minors, do not interact! 18+
frank langdon and you have been in a relationship for well over a year now, being eachother’s support system. he was there for you through your exhausted and emotionally draining shifts, and you were there for him during his addiction, robby kicking him out, and his ten month long rehabilitation.
your relationship with frank had grown stronger, and the bond between you two had became more intimate.
you visited him as much as you could, coming straight from your shift at the hospital as a senior resident to the rehab centre, using up every minute of the visiting hours. on your days off when you should’ve been going out with your friends, you stayed by his side, catching him up what was going on at work. you often explained every single case to him, trying to make him feel like he was there himself.
frank thanked every lucky star that you had stuck by his side throughout the long and hard journey, and he wanted to reimburse his gratitude in every and any way.
earning milestone chips and celebrating them with you. making you meals, cleaning the house, running errands when he was home alone and you were gone to work. taking care of you in bed, attending to your needs and he has shown a lot of his gratitude with his mouth.
and now- frank wanted to impress you at work, showing how hard he worked to be sober and he was not going to fuck it up.
but there was one tiny, little, petite, detail that you had forgotten to share with him.
you had grown fond of dennis whitaker. you constantly worked by him, coaching him throughout his procedures. the friendship between you two had bloomed, and frank took notice.
in the bustling atmosphere of the emergency department, frank and you had worked side by side, tackling cases as much as you could. since it had been a teaching hospital, you often took medical students slash lower resident year students along with you.
frank noticed the way you taught dennis a different approach than trinity or victoria. you were warmer, more laid-back with him.
“mhm, good approach, whitaker.” you had complimented his IV needle insertion.
“keep up the good work, dennis. we need more doctors like you.” you had said with a wink, in a platonic way but dennis blushed as if it wasn’t. frank sent a glare to dennis which made him cower and run off.
“that was a great physical, you handled the patient perfectly and you even caught that little symptom that doctor robinavitch couldn’t catch within five hundred miles away.”
“excuse me?” somehow, like he was beetlejuice when you said his name three times, micheal had walked past but had craned his neck with an eyebrow raised. “i couldn’t catch what?”
the hours went by, and frank’s patience had wore thin but what was the breaking point? a lingering touch that had his jaw clenched so tightly to the point where he could’ve cracked a tooth, muscles clenching and neck veins popping out. (inasupersexyway)
frank had been observing a couple feet away, mindlessly flipping through papers as he watched the two of you, dennis’ face being plastered with a worried face as always, and you tried to meet his eyes. your mouth was moving with words of praise, calming him down. your hands had clutched at his broad shoulders, shaking him slightly as you said a stupid inside joke that made dennis crack a smile.
“there we go. i told you.” your hands had slid down his arms and to his wrists as you gave him your sweetest sugar and spice smile, that frank langdon swore it was only for him. “it’s going to be fine. you’re going to be okay.”
“thanks, doc.” dennis had said, getting a roll of your eyes. you had mumbled something about going to the break room, brushing past him as you headed to take your break.
you were brewing some water for your coffee before you hear the door swing open with a tad too much force. looking over your shoulder quickly, noticing it was your boyfriend. you beamed as you reached for another mug.
“hi handsome. want a coffee?”
frank grunts in response as he pulls a cabinet door open, once again, with more force than necessary.
the two of you stood there together as he fiddled with the two advil in his hands, waiting on the drink.
you watched him as he forced down the pills before striking up a conversation.
“busy today, isn’t it? how is your first day back? is your back alright?”
“just real peachy, doc.” frank gritted out, sarcasm lining his voice, the word ‘doc’ having more of a bite to it.
you immediately pick up on it, furrowing your brows.
“are you okay? is robby giving you any trouble?”
frank only responses with a huff, licking his teeth as he cocks his metaphorical gun with another remark.
“sure, if you want to put it that way. robby did something.”
“frank, you’re worrying me.” you say with a frown, putting down your mug.
“oh-ho-ho-ho, don’t play the sad deer card. you know exactly the fuck you’re doing.”
before you could even rebutt, frank corners you into the counter, his biceps bulging and knuckles whitening with how tight he’s holding onto the edge of the marble. you see how his chest stretches the scrub material across his shoulders and it takes everything in you to not drool and moan.
“so when i was in rehab, were you just fucking riding his cock like the slut you are, huh?” one of his hands reach up, cradling your jaw.
you are so confused but your crotch seems to feel different. there are butterflies in your stomach and it seems to travel lower.
“frank, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“you know exactly what i mean. ‘oh you’re such a good doctor! please let me ride you til i start drooling’ huh?” frank had mocked, pulling a stupid girly voice that was apparently supposed to sound like you.
you huff, trying to suppress your smirk, but the smugness comes out anyways.
“oh my god. you’re jealous about dennis?”
“don’t speak to me like i’m a seven year old boy. do i need to remind you that i am your senior resident?”
“and do i need to remind you of what we did last night, huh?”
frank’s words stilled in his throat as his brain gave him a vivid flashback of your limbs tangled with his in his sheets the night before, reminiscing the sweet sounds that had come out of your mouth. his breath hitched as your hand travelled lower, palming him through his scrubs.
his jaw goes slack, his eyes fluttering close for a moment. his hips subconsciously ruts against your hands, his head leaning against your shoulder for a moment, before you snap him back to reality, cooing as you said,
“look at you. talking a big game but falls apart when i touch you. how pathetic.”
you could’ve swore you saw something flash in his eyes, but that was cut off before he ripped your hand away from between his legs, linking your wrists together with one hand as he flipped you around, shoving you against the counter as his now-semi-hard bulge rubbed against your hip.
he whispered into your ear,
“does dennis fuck you like the way i do? does he see you on your knees sucking my fat cock, gagging as tears stroll down your sweet flushed face?”
your breath hitched as he simply degraded you, but you enjoyed it. more than you should’ve.
“try that again and you’ll be walking wrong for the next week.”
as frank had you in a compromising position, you both heard the door start to swing open, frank letting you go immediately as you two busied yourself making coffee, that was already made.
“oh sorry, i’m just trying to get to my lunch.”
dennis had walked over to the fridge which was next to you, frank’s eyes running over his figure shamelessly.
dennis had swung open the door, bending down at his hips to search for his lunch bag. you watched frank’s face as his eyes were glued to his ass, you cocking an eyebrow at him as he didn’t even glance over at you once, too captivated.
you snort, waking frank out of his daze before your eyes narrow at him, sipping your coffee.
“oh there we go! sorry, i’m heading out now. see you later.”
dennis had cluelessly left the room, before you look back at him.
“who’s the slut now?” you mocked him, frank’s jaw clenching.
“you were so fucking captivated by his ass, you forgot i was even here.” you smirked, the smugness coming back full force now.
frank’s eyes narrowed at you, before hurling an remark for you to shut your fucking mouth.
“you weren’t jealous of me, were you?”
frank goes silent for a moment, then he hums quietly, almost a response.
frank’s lips twitched into a smile, his teeth biting at his cheeks.
“if i even let him have a chance to taste you, i’ll fuck you til you’re whining my name. not his. mine.” frank corners you once again, smirking as his jaw cocks, looking down at you. he sees your flustered state, flushed cheeks and bottom lip tucked into between your teeth.
his thumb reaches out, tugging at your bottom lip before rubbing at the indent. the tip of his thumb dampens from your tongue.
your tongue peeks out, almost guiding his thumb into your mouth. your soft tongue circles his thumb, sucking it gently. frank watches you, his lips parted open, slightly.
“look at you. such a fucking slut for me. always needing more.”
his thumb slides down just a little farther, capturing a slight gag from you before pulling it from you with a pop, a string of salvia dropping from his thumb and your lip, splattering across your chin. he rubs the salvia on your lips, chapping them.
“do you want me to ask him, baby?”
