it’s odd to believe maybe frank was right - there can be an appeal to looking at new york. you just have to have the money to look over it all from the balcony of a penthouse.

but in spite, still all you say is “just got bored enough to come out here, is all.” 

and he’s turning you around to look at him.

“were thinkin’ ‘bout me, huh?” he questions, but it sounds a hell of a lot like a statement with a chuckle.

“it’s not funny - had me scared half to death earlier.” you state, swatting at his arms that don't leave your waist.

“really thought i was gonna stay somewhere i can’t see ya’ long?”

“you were in custod-” you begin being promptly cut off by frank.

“how many times i gotta tell ya’ not to worry ‘bout me? promised i had everythin’ under control, think i’d lie to ya’ sweetheart?”

“i was scare-” you start again, before being cut off again.

“m’right here, don’t gotta be scared. was barely there a few hours.”

the uncertain glance you give him, causes him to gain a slight frown. he cradles your jaw in his palm, a soft look in his eyes before laying a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i don’t plan on - i ain’ goin’ nowhere, alright? nothin’ i want more in the world then to be right here with ya’, sweetheart.”

“still missed you.”

“fuck - missed ya’ more.” he states sounding somewhat exasperated, buring his face into your neck.

“only because you were in a holding cell.” and he can’t help but chuckle at that.

frank offers a kiss to your neck before groaning into it a  “god, i love ya’.”

“do you really now, frankie?” you question.

“don’t believe me sweetheart?” he starts, letting a slight chuckle out “need m’to prove it to ya’?”

you let out a slight hum while thinking, “what if i do?”

“better watch that mouth of yours, could get ya’ in trouble.”

“you are trouble, castle” you quip back, before meeting your lips with his.

the kiss is needy, and when hands start to wander it doesn’t take long to become sloppy. the tug you give his hair doesn't go unretalitated, a rough grope to your tit follows and has you gasping against his lips.

“please” is all you can manage to muster out between breaths.

franks quick to cradle your jaw in his palm again, eyes meeting yours “please what, princess?”

“make love to me, frankie” you start, “prove you love me.”

“want m’to make ya’ feel good?” he questions, condescendingly yet somehow sweet, “tell ya’ how pretty ya’ look when i do?”

when all you manage is a pathetic whine and nod, he just smirks and continues on.

“hm? want m’to make love to ya’ right now, sweetheart?” frank starts, hand going between your thighs, “want the neighbors to see m’fuckin’ ya’ up here?”

with the way frank’s touching it you makes your skin hot, and the breeze doesn't do too much to cool you down. still, you offer another pathetic whine and nod. the gentle eyes and slight smirk stay, but you still know he’s dissatisfied with something.

“need words, baby. tell me.” he states, lifting your chin slightly.

“fuck frank - just touch me,” you stutter out, “please.”

and that’s all it takes for him to pin you against the glass. one of his hands hikes your dress up until his fingers meet the band of your panties. they part from your skin, only to meet it again with a slight snap. franks lips meet yours again, but they’re quick to leave. but seconds after they do, he’s dropping to his knees while pulling your panties down, and he’s lifting your thighs onto his shoulders.

“gonna give ya’ everythin’ ya’ need,” frank states assuringly, laying a kiss to one of your thighs “jus’ gotta lemme, alright?”

you offer a hum, and he offers “ya’ gonna lemme, baby?”

“for fucks sake fr-” you start, before a light slap meets your ass.

“gonna be a good girl and lemme take care of ya’, right, sweetheart?”

“yes. frankie, yes.” you dejectedly whisper out. 

you gain another kiss to your thigh out of approval. before you have a chance to ruin the agreement his tongues meeting your slit, and there’s a slight groan that leaves both of your lips when it does. the slow flicks of his tongue have you growing impatient, and you're sure he knows because before you even have a chance to complain you feel two fingers start to enter your cunt. the stretch has you letting out a slight whimper. frank shows his gratitude for the noise with making the flicks of his tongue, and pumps of his fingers more vigorous. your hands end up taking purchase on his hair. you find yourself trying to tug him impossibly closer to you by it, and you feel the vibration of the groan he lets out at the feeling.

you start rutting your hips against his face, and you’re honestly not too sure if it’s because it’s not enough or too much. but frank knows, he knows you’re about to make a mess on his face and fingers and he couldn’t be happier. he knows in the way your face scrunches up, in the way you tug his hair, in the way you buck your hips, in the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers.you cant even think of giving him a warning, so instead you’re throwing out pathetic cries of ‘thank you’s, and curses. you swear you can feel his smirk, but you’re too in euphoria to even feel embarrassed. and even once you push his head from in between your thighs because it’s all too much, his fingers dont stop pumping into your cunt.  he lets out a groan and you can see your slick and his spit falling from his mouth onto your overstimulated clit.

“now would ya’ look at that?” he mutters mainly to himself, “s’pretty.”

he lays a light kiss to your clit before taking his fingers out of your cunt. bringing you back to your feet, he readjusts your nightgown even knowing he’s just gonna scrunch it back up. 

once he begins stripping his clothes, you start to drop to your knees, before frank grabs your waist and pulls you back up, stating “said lemme take care of ya’, darlin’. don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout a thing.”

your legs are being wrapped around his bare waist, and your dress is on your waist again. the glass of the door back into the penthouse is cold against your exposed skin, but when frank starts teasing your clit with the head of his cock the discomfort is long forgotten. frank doesn't let you get out a beg or a plea before his lips are meeting yours. and you both capture the slight whimpers that fall from your mouths at the sensation of him fully entering and stretching you out. the grip he has on your waist tightens, and you nibble at his lip when he starts slowly thrusting into your still slightly sensitive cunt. 

“s’big frankie” is stuttered against his rough lips, and  there’s that cocky smirk back on his face.

“yea?” he questions with that condescending tone again, “ gonna make a mess on this big cock f’me, sweetheart?”

and you're not even thinking before stuttering out whatever words he wants to hear. clearly grateful for that fact, his finger begins making haphazard circles around your clit, and his thrusts speed up. you couldn't care less about whatever words were flowing from your lips if he was gonna fuck you like this. 

“s’pretty like this,” he mutters into your neck, “s’good t’me.”

and more thoughtless mumbles fall from your lips at the praise, and feeling he’s giving you. the mixture of your hot breath, moans, and sweat is nothing short of sinful. the sound of his thighs slapping against your is barely acknowledged, the noises coming from your mouths taking superiority. and you can feel everything becoming all too much again, and once again frank knows, and it does nothing but amp him up.

“feel good, baby? lettin’ me take care of that needy lil’ pussy of mine, huh?” when all you can do is pathetically nod, and hum at the question, he continues “gonna make a mess, baby? be a good girl f’me?”

you can’t help the pathetic nodding that continues, or mindless babbles that fall from your lips, and it seems he cant stop the praise falling from his. as your cunt tightens around his cock, you drag your nails down his back and he lets out a slight whimper at the sting. you feel him twitch inside you, and whatever warning he’s trying to give falls onto deaf ears, because you feel an all too familiar euphoria coming over you. and you’re giving him what you told him you would - a mess. with your shaking legs, and shaky voice you offer gratitude, even while tugging his hair and scraping your nails against his back.

“attagirl,” he moans out, “love you n’ this pretty pussy.”

he lays gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck while riding out both your highs, but while his thrusts slow, they don’t stop, and neither do the circles on your clit even once you have.

and you can’t help trying to push his hand away from you, “t’sensitive frankie-”

“nah,” he starts, laying a sloppy kiss to you lips, “think ya’ got a few more in ya’ f’me, baby.”

“ya’ have a nice night, darlin’?” frank questions, palm stroking your thigh.

“how could i not with you running ‘round spoiling me, frankie?” you question back, “did you?”

“how could i not when m’runnin’ ‘round spoilin’ ya’?” he quips back.

you think for a minute before questioning, “what can i do for you?”

“do for me?”

“yes, baby, do for you.” you state with a smirk, hand landing on his.

it didn’t take long for franks mind to wander. and he could tell yours already had when your hand landed on his thigh. the slight smirk, and his traveling hand tells you he may have something different in mind. frank hikes your dress up slightly before his fingers settle on the band of your panties.

“take these off.”

you’re quick to do so, and his finger is quick to meet your slit. with the slow flicks of his finger, you’re growing impatient.

“frankie - baby, please.”

frank hums in response, finger going to make lazy circles around your clit. and while not much more stimulation, its enough to get you to slightly hum back. but still, you find yourself unsatisfied and bucking your hips.

“problem, darlin’?”

“more, faster - something, please frank-” you cant even finish before you’re being abruptly cut off by two fingers entering your cunt.

instead of giving you a chance to ask for more, he’s thrusting his fingers briskly into you. you can feel him curling his fingers into you just right, and you cant help the whimper of his name that tumbles from your lips.

“that all ya’ need to stop complainin’, baby?”

you’re not even thinking about the fact he’s driving and probably cant see, but you’re furiously nodding your head at the question. still, you see a smirk land on his face and your hips can’t help but buck again.

“s’impatient.”

but frank also isn't used to dealing with the consequences for his actions. he’s by no means dumb though, of course a pretty thing like you is going to attract stares. he doesnt mind the stares you get, no, it’s when it goes beyond a stare is the problem. frank loves taking you to bars to put on a little show, you get a little tipsy and your hips can’t help but stir. but there is one thing frank hates about taking you to bars though; a man gets a few too many drinks in his system and he gets the balls to say the wrong things to the wrong people.

walking out of the bar, franks palm on the small of your back you cant help the little giggle that falls from your lips.

“hm? ya’ like all the attention, baby?” frank hums, opening your door.

another one falls from your lips at his response, replying once he gets in with “no, just think you’re cute is all.”

“think it’s cute when i lay a guy to the ground?” he quips back.

“i didn’t say that - but sure.” you state, crawling onto his lap.

“such a nasty girl.” frank whispers in you ear, hands landing on your hips.

“just figured this’d be better for your-” you start, promptly being cut off by his lips on yours.

and you can tell even with how cool he’s trying to act he’s still upset, because in moments your dress is up and your panties are being pushed to the side as well as his cocks being pulled out. and before you can blink you’re being painfully split open, and all frank does is smirk at your whimper. but you're too focused on the fact you’re about to be full of frank to care. your palms are landing on his shoulders once he’s all the way in your cunt, as well as a moan of his name falling from your lips. hands on your hips are roughly bouncing you up and down, while frank starts carelessly kissing your jaw.

“my pretty little cunt, huh?” frank questions, nose nudging into your neck.

“yes, yours, yours!” you’re quick to breathlessly state, nails clawing down his back.

his thumbs reaching between your thighs and the circles he’s making around your clit are lazy, and soon his thrusts start to match it. and you’re whimpering again at the loss.

“c’mon baby, bounce on it f’me.”

though with a pout, you do as told. and soon those circles on your clit are speeding up with you.

“attagirl,” he starts, with a slap to your ass, “gonna make a mess f’me?”

“fuck - yes.”

doing your best with thighs that seem to currently be made of jello, you soon feel it all becoming a bit too much. frank clearly notices, hands gripping your hips and taking over again. 

“give it to m’baby.”

and of course, as always you listen.