(Dbf! Frank Castle x reader)
Summary: It's your college graduation party and your parents demanded they threw you a party, inviting everyone they knew...including your dad's best friend and his new girlfriend. Fic based on this ask.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: MDNI, sexting, jealousy, p in v, age gap, dirty talk, cheating, hair pulling, porn with plot, slight fingering (f! receiving), name calling (kiddo), swearing....im sorry if I missed anything
Being the only child was never an easy task. Parents that were overbearing in every aspect of life; social life, academics, extracurriculars, relationships. Nothing went unnoticed under their overprotective eyes. A change in the direction of the wind would lead to a bombardment of questions. So, when you left for university a new almost foreign sense of freedom relinquished a misguided version of yourself. The shackles your parents casted upon you were finally released. A breath of fresh air after years of being captivated under their dainty spell. Sure you loved your parents with no means to an end, but the feeling of not having to answer a million questions or risk total depletion of a connection within society was liberating.
Bars? You were stationed on a barstool or hitting the dance floor as you tossed back shots of vodka as if your life depended it every weekend. Mind growing numb to the short term effects of being intoxicated as you grounded your hips against a stranger. Often leading to a promiscuous hook up that remained a secret between yourself and the bathroom stall. Sentences flowing out gurgled and misconstrued as you slowly built up your tolerance over the years. Your university friends finding humor at your lack of judgement and desire to have fun.
The fresh start to a week would roll around with a thumping migraine and a bottle of ibuprofen awaiting like a long lost friend. Mustering up the courage to attend respective courses as your parents still 'checked in' once a week; somehow acquiring access to your attendance. Probably threatened the Dean with lawful action or whatever else bullshit excuse they could conjure up.
However, your newfound lifestyle refused to contaminate any scholastics. Weekdays were specifically designed for studying and homework. Endless caffeine driven hours staring at page filled books describing body processes and human anatomy. Wishing the information could absorb into your brain subconsciously as your eyes burned with tiredness and despair. Awarded with scholarships and grants due to your studious determination. Your life long goal of building a career as a nurse becoming just within reach.
So there you stood in your parent's backyard as the sun gleamed brightly in the sky admitting treacherous waves of heat upon anyone in its path. Your skin glistened with sweat and copious amounts of SPF; banning sun spots before they had the chance to appear. Your mother whisked away in the kitchen; putting her heart and soul into the various foods being made. Your dad offered to pay for catering, wanting the evening to be relaxing for all parties involved, but your mom canned the idea. Explaining sweetly that there's nothing in this world that could compare to a home cooked meal. She wasn't wrong, but her arthritic hands would've appreciated the gesture. Meanwhile, your dad took his time hanging up decorations, as it being the only task he was entrusted with. Streamers hung from one side of the picket fence to the other in your school colors blowing softly in the wind. Balloons were tied to chairs scattered out among the lawn, even a few flying astray urning curses from your dad. Your family home was suddenly starting to look like a Party City took residence.
You wished and even pleaded for a small get together, immediate family and friends only. Wanting to spend an evening with the people who made this accomplishment plausible. But of course, as always your mom enforced a graduation party. Mainly to brag about how her daughter graduated from the most prestigious nursing school in the country; with all honors at that. Unbeknownst to her knowledge, her little girl could hardly remember the dreadful years she spent there. Too intoxicated to care honestly. The only memories worth remembering were spent with a man you had zero excuses on seeing and refused to ever mention.
Your dad's childhood best friend, Frank Castle.
The man who practically watched you grow up from a small pea to a minimal sized green bean, Frank Castle.
Amongst the continual nights partying until your feet practically floated and your liver was begging for rejuvenation; you accidentally called your dad's best friend. From what you could recollect, it pertained to searching for discarded car keys and having little to no luck. Frank being the protector and provider that he is, even at wee hours of the morning with work in the future, drove to help you. Half asleep, still in his pajamas, with a mop of fluffy chocolate curls on his head completing the look. You were in full hysterics when he had arrived. Eyes puffy as black tears continuously streamed down your reddened cheeks. Lips quivering as oxygen begged to be replenished, never taking a full breath. Clearly you were disheveled and his heart ached at the sight until he smelt the liquor on your breath. Drunk off the smell alone.
"Are you drunk," he questioned well aware of the answer as you wobbled on each foot towards him. Nearly loosing your balance over air.
"That's not important," you whined, sniffing up snot not caring about your appearance. It was just Frank, who has clearly witnessed worse from you. Helping your dad fix the family car was not a pleasant time.
"It is important (Y/n)! You're supposed to be asleep or studying! Not terrorizing your liver for fun," he roared disapprovingly as he ran his fingers through his hair. In hopes to relieve the growing thump in his forehead.
You peered up at him with big puppy dog eyes, the ones you would use on him as a child when your dad bedded no at buying you candy. "Frank...I need your help and you're yelling at me." It always worked then, him going against your dad's wishes often, in hopes of doing anything to make you happy. The wide child like grin that stretched from ear to ear fulfilled the holes in his heart from losing his own family. And it continued to work as Frank let out an exasperated sigh and pulled you into a side hug, messing your hair as he scuffed it with his hand.
"M' sorry kid. Just worry bout you. It's a scary world out here an your young is all. Don't want you messin' up your future for stupid shit."
He could picture your eyes roll as he spoke without needing to physically look at you. Knowing it irritated you when people assumed you weren't responsible or doing the right thing.
"I'm fine Frank. Just need to find my keys so I can go home and sleep," you quietly let out, exhaustion riddled in your tone. You slowly pulled out from Frank's arms, noticing the sudden loss of heat. Shivering softly as the night sobered you up.
"Where you have em' last?"
"If I knew where I last had them...I'd be able to find them Frank," you quarreled, squinting your eyes with a 'duh' look spreading across your face. He let out a chuckle as he scratched the nape of his neck, confused on how else to offer his help.
"Well....where were you at?"
You shifted your body to the left as you held up your arm, swiftly pointing at the small run down bar located directly next to the university's dorms. It was as if they wanted to promote underage drinking and alcoholism.
The bar was clearly built in much earlier decades as the surrounding beige paint chipped away exposing the natural wood underneath. A giant neon 'OPEN' sign hung crookedly on the front door, threatening to fall off with every movement. Loud music mixed with yelling could be heard from where you and Frank were standing.
"Jesus Christ, I don't know how else to help kid. You're giving me nothing to go off of," another sigh leaving his lips. Annoyed with how he couldn't help you and the fact he would be dealing with jack hammers or forklifts off three hours of sleep.
"I don't know what to say-," before you could finish your sentence, a large object fell from your shorts pocket onto the ground. A thump echoing along with the realization. Keys. The said keys you spent hours looking for becoming more distraught the longer you looked. The keys that Frank drove in the middle of the night to help look for, fall from your dingy little shorts that were decorated in barely anything you would consider a pocket.
Widened eyes stared at the ground as if the object was speaking to you. Suddenly wanting to crawl into a hole from udder embarrassment. You avoided Frank's gaze completely as you reached down slowly, hoping by some unforeseeable chance he didn't notice.
"They were in your-," Frank grunted, flustered as he tried to wrap his mind around what just took place. "You didn't think to check your pockets (Y/n)? Seriously? I just drove an hour in the middle of the goddamn night to help you." Frank wasn't just minorly inconvenienced nor was he just upset. He was seething with rage at your blatant disregard for his own life and responsibilities. Smoke blowing out his ears, jaw clenched as his teeth ached, fists clenched tight, type of anger.
Before you could muster up an excuse or drunken apology, Frank angrily pointed his finger towards the dorms uttering out a swift 'go' before taking initiative. Did he know where he was going? No, but his anger and your belligerence clouded his judgement as he stomped towards the dorms. You followed suit with your tail between your legs guilt and embarrassment filling your body. For some reason it didn't occur to you to check your pockets. It landed last on your list, way below the option of calling Frank.
"Hurry up! I got work in a few hours," he grimaced at his harsh actions, but he couldn't stop. If it was one thing Frank struggled most with, his quick wired anger would land a spot at number one. He tried therapy. He tried medications. Nothing sorted out the mess in his head. So he just lived with it in his own Frank way. Didn't mean he relished in it though.
"I'm sorry Frankie," you squeaked out terrifyingly quiet as your feet dragged towards the cement steps leading to your room. You genuinely did feel sorry for Frank. He was an important person in your life and his opinions mattered greatly to you. More than the effect your parent's did.
"It's okay (Y/n)...just tired," he admitted, stopping at the bottom step to watch you safely make it inside. Still protective even when angry.
You conjured up an idea, rational but it was your way of expressing how sorry you truly were. Even if it went against any moral and school rules being withheld. Without a second thought you called out to Frank as you opened up the heavy glass door, "Why don't you stay here tonight? Drive back in the morning?"
Furrowed eyebrows as he contemplated your request, weighing out his options sparingly. If your parents, especially your dad, discovered his impromptu sleepover at their daughter's dorm they would be livid. But, the idea of making it to work energized and avoid killing himself weighed out to be a better option. Against every fiber of his being screaming to turn around and march back into his car while he had the chance, Frank followed you inside. Sleep deprivation enticing his lack of judgement.
The steps leading to your school apartment were covered in a melancholic carpeting. Hues of purples and various shades of navy spread throughout the material. Aching as you both placed your weight onto them. The snow colored paint on the surrounding walls added to the professional nature. Everything was clean and sharp; not a speck of dust or grime could be seen within eye shot.
There was your front door just mere steps away. Frank smiled to himself as a bright pink welcome mat laid on the floor. The words 'Why are you bothering me' staring back at him in a bold font. Only you would buy such a thing; dry humor destined to follow wherever you went.
The keys put up a fight as you attempted to unlock the door. As if they were aware of what the night would commend to; trying to desperately prevent it from happening. A whine left your lips at the struggle. Your drunken state amplifying every emotion. All you wished for was to flop onto your bed and forget about your actions as sleep took over.
"Here lemme do it," Frank spoke as he reached for the butterfly lanyard. Also wanting to forget about tonight with sleep before remorse and guilt took over. You shot him a dreadful look, mascara stained tears dried onto your face. "I got it," you muttered out laced with irritability.
Frank stepped back with his hands slightly raised as a submission to your tone, not wanting to provoke anymore negative antics. Finally, the door unlocked with a click as your body swelled with relief. It was as if any obstacle that could make itself present, did.
Both of you walked into the small dorm. You flipping the light switch hastily before tossing the keys on a table and sauntering towards your room. While Frank slipped off his worn down boots and headed for the living room. His eyes glanced around taking in the scenery around him for the first time. Different shades of pink encapsulated the room. Curtains? Pink. Rugs? Pink. The tiny vase filled with tulips? Both also pink. A small picture frame on the wall caught his attention as he walked around aimlessly. It was of you, your dad, and him at the state county fair they would visit yearly as a tradition. The girl inside the faded photo was no older than seven. Perched on her dad's hip with a smile on her face showing off her missing front teeth, hair pulled into lopsided pigtails, as an ice cream cone melted covering her hand and clothes in the mess. Your dad holding you proudly with a similar grin. Then there stood Frank, a quiet smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as a beer accompanied his grasp.
"God you grew up on us kiddo," he whispered at the memory. Bringing about feelings of grief as you were now a grown woman. Independent and carelessly taking the world into your grasp.
Frank bedded off around the apartment in search for you and a blanket; declaring the small couch would grant him sleep tonight. He knocked softly on your door; the noise echoing still in the dead quietness. No answer. Another harsher knock sounded off. Again no answer. The door creaked with a groan as it opened under Franks grasp. Revealing you standing in front of a body length mirror washing away the night's horrors with a makeup wipe in nothing but a sheer white tank top and lacy black panties showing a small bow in the reflection. Completely unaware of Franks existence in your room.
Meanwhile, Frank felt the blood rush to his growing bulge as his breath hitched. A quiet groan leaving his lips as he adjusted the sudden growth and tightness in his plaid covered bottoms. Slightly disgusted at the reaction he had to his best friend's daughter. Yet, Frank still greedily watched with his eyes practically relinquishing any provocative thoughts his mind was currently creating. Oh what he would do to get his hands on-
A muster of coughs interrupted his obscene thoughts, capturing your attention immediately. You yelped as the mirror was suddenly a short memory and frantically searched for something to cover up the bareness. Frank watched like a predator hunting his prey; tits bouncing on full display as your soft buds began to pebble. The fat on your bottom following in suit as you jostled around recklessly.
"I'm so sorry Frank! I forgot you were even here," you excused as you slid on a pair of dark black sweatpants that were definitely stolen from your dad, as they humorously hung off your hips. Not covering up much as Frank could still see the little black bow peeking out of the waist line. Wishing to capture it in his teeth as you pawed at his head.
"It's alright...just came to get a blanket and say g'night," voice laced with desire and utter need. You let out a stale laugh, nodding your head in understanding, reaching onto your bed for the soft throw. "Yeah...not too sure this will cover much. It's all I have," you admitted jokingly as you handed Frank the blanket. His palm gracing yours tentatively as time froze with the foreign exchange. His eyes pierced through yours, dragging down slowly taking in the sight. Eyes intoxicated by not only you but the sudden difference between the two of you. Your eyes widened as blush spread across your cheeks, feeling the rush of butterflies in your stomach. You've been around Frank numerous times, never becoming embarrassed or even anxious. But with the way he was looking at you with hunger and your slightly intoxicated state you were a puddle of shocked nerves.
You both remained in your current stance for what felt like hours. Neither wanting to move risking the other to disappear. The blanket becoming a barricade as your hands slightly touched, electrifying you both.
"Uh, do you need something else," you questioned, putting the ball in Frank's court to make the next move. Praying to whoever above to grant you this one wish. He let out a dark chuckle, eyes blackened with lust, tongue poking out to dampen his lips. "You have no idea kid," before tossing the blanket onto the ground as if it personally offended him and capturing you into a bone crushing kiss. The night spent engulfed into each other. Sweat and sex stained sheets mixed with the releases from you both. Surprised if you didn't receive a noise complaint the following morning. Frank became the embodiment of your new found lifestyle, a secret that could never be admitted until you took your last breath.
The spot next to you was empty the following morning. It was as if Frank was never present, only being proven by the indentation in the sheets and soreness in your body. He kept coming back. Every weekend for months Frank would make the drive and spend the hours with you in bed. Savoring your body like it was his last meal on earth. Filling your mind with nothing but him. Until one weekend he didn't. Calls and texts were ignored; tossed away like a memory not worth keeping.
You were saddened at first, spending many days and nights rotting in bed replaying the memories in your head like a sick love song. Refusing your friend's endearments to go out and party like usual; silently hoping Frank would call and muster up some bullshit excuse as to why he completely ghosted you. But the call never came and your feelings for him solidified; never to allow him back in and keeping him mutually what he always was. Your dad's best friend.
That is until now, your eyes narrowed menacingly as you scoffed loudly offended at the sight playing in front of you. Frank walked through your parent's back door dressed in light wash jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, joy evident on his face as he proudly dragged someone behind him. Another woman. Hands tightly held together as they conversed with one another, too caught up in their own world to see the jealous stance you held. You were burning with anger as they walked over. A match delicately being placed into a pit of fire hoping it wouldn't explode.
"Ah there he is! My man," your dad cheerfully exclaimed, stopping his previous act of hanging up yet another set of streamers. He shook Frank's hand before pulling him into a hug. Excited to see his friend and meet his significant other. "And who is this gorgeous woman," he asked before extending out his hand. You were sickened. Wanting to scream out how she was the devil and Frank was her accomplice, even though she had nothing to do with the unfinished business.
"I'm Lisa," her smile was disgustingly attractive. Teeth bright white and straight as they captivated the men with conversation. Her brown hair loosely curled with hints of caramel strands. A flowy blue sundress adding to her innocently sweet appearance. Try hard.
You could feel eyes on piercing into you as you looked up and were met with Frank's. Quickly looking away before he could see the gruesome effect him and his unrequited lover had on you. It was honestly childish the way you were acting. You couldn't help it as the forgotten obsession with Frank made its appearance. Just this time angst and rage filled its path.
You stood up abruptly wanting to escape from the one side tension before accidentally ruining decades of friendships with your tongue. "I'm gonna go help mom," you notified your dad before attempting to briskly make a run for the house. "Hey! Don't be rude! Come say hi to Frank and Lisa," as if the day couldn't grow worse. It was the last thing you wanted to waste your sudden precious time on.
"Yeah kid! Haven't saw you in ages." A smug grin bound to Frank's face.
Is he actually acting like months ago he didn't spend hours deep inside you, moaning out broken promises of you being his girl. Only his and no one else's before vanishing from thin air.
"Wasn't long enough," you vomit out earning a crisp glare from your dad accustomed with a soft smack to your shoulder. Your provocative nature only enticed Frank more. He knew bringing Lisa would set you a blaze. It's what he wanted. It was Frank's own twisted way of ensuring the feelings you had were true. Which he achieved far before this conversation.
He took note of you. How being filled with jealousy, you still carried it well. Only slipping up a few times before plastering a facade smile and an annoyingly chipper tone to your voice. You wore tight ripped jeans that hung low on your hips, exposing your tanned stomach, the one you would spend hours on during his weekend escapade. A pastel yellow tank top decorated your upper half, barely covering your chest. Knowing fully that your outfit earned chaste remarks from your parents. And if you looked close enough, right above your waist line barely noticeable, a black bow poked out. The black bow that started this affair many many months ago.
You wore them on purpose with the smallest shorts you could find. Were you trying to gain Frank's attention? Not entirely but it was well played on your part because it was all he could think about the rest of the day. How they would dampen with your mess before he even touched you. How your moans would pierce through the apartment as he kissed your most intimate spot through the fabric. How he would pull them to the side as he dragged his long finger through your soaked folds, the forbidden liquid gathering onto his digits. Frank was stiffened. Who would've imagined that Frank Castle could get so worked up over panties?
The sun began to set with hues of orange and pinks cascaded across the sky. Heat dispersing with the dimming sun as chill began to set in. You were in your childhood bedroom changing your outfit to better accommodate to the weather, currently residing here until your finances allowed you to move out. The jealousy was short lived as you drowned your thoughts in the burning liquid that became your accomplice. Buzzed from the margaritas your mom passed around like wild fire, consuming copious amounts reminding your liver of past reckless nights. A ping from your phone sounded throughout your room, gaining your attention. Rolling your eyes at the contact name, one that used to ease your nerves, now cold.
Frank: You wear those for me kid? Don't have to guess which ones. Already know.
Heat began to pool in your lower stomach subconsciously, the effects of Frank's words becoming second nature.
You: Don't know what you mean
Frank: Don't play dumb. Saw em' earlier when you bent over.
You smiled as you bit your lip. Conjuring up a witty response to his lustful antics.
You: Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend? I don't think she'd appreciate this ;)
Proudly hitting send at your devious rebuttal, revoking the cockiness from Frank. Even though you were delighted to still imprison his mind after months.
Frank: Meet me in the bathroom upstairs. Boutta put that attitude to use.
The color drained from your skin. Pure shock ridden as you debated your options. Inner monologue screaming to lock your door and stay inside for the remainder of the night. While your heart and cunt begged for you to meet with Frank. One more time couldn't hurt right?
Drunkenly stumbling quickly across the hall to the guest bathroom, nerves pumping with electricity as you waited. Your earlier rampage being forgotten by current attributions; both in a fairly intoxicated state. All you could think about was Frank's mouth on yours intoxicating you further. His hands eliciting reactions from your body that only he could manage. The soul aching orgasm that waited for release.
The opening of the bathroom door interrupted your daydreaming as Frank stalked in. Hair disheveled from running his fingers through it. His eyes already dark with desire, for only you. His hands quickly taking their respective places; one wrapped around your neck while the other shoved its way into your pants. A hushed moan escaping past your lips as his fingers toyed with your clit. You being soaked already from the mischevious conversation held prior on your phone.
"Y'know how crazy you drive me? Wearin' these little things knowing they're my favorite," Frank groaned out tightening his grip on your neck. Breathing heavy as you looked at him with innocent eyes; like you didn't purposely plan it. Dumbfounded by the dizziness filling your head, completely consumed by the way Frank made you feel. Completely and utterly his without a cost.
His pointer finger circled your throbbing clit tentatively, drawing out more delirious moans from you. He was enthralled with the effect he had on you. Your body begged for him. Begged for him to touch you. For him to kiss you. For him to be inside of you. Primal instinct threatening to come loose.
"Thought about you all day," he continued swirling your clit more as you moaned louder. Quickly putting the hand around your neck over your mouth to quiet the noises, last thing he wanted was to be caught.
"Thought about pulling these pretty panties to the side like I used to. Bitin'. Suckin". Spittin'."
Pawing at his chest as a silent beg for more. Wanting Frank to fill you any way he could, crawling into your skin wouldn't suffice the need building up.
"Frank....more please," you gasped out before he pulled you into a kiss, forcefully shoving his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like beer with remnants of frosting from the graduation cake. Sweet but devilish with how wrong this was. Neither of you cared about who could be affected. Too engrossed with each other.
He slid your bottoms down quickly, dropping to the floor in a puddle. You worked at his belt, aimlessly struggling before finally getting it loose, like a forbidden present wrapped in filth. His cock sprang free from its holding, bouncing lightly as it tapped against lower abdomen. Tip angrily red as his excitement leaked out, wanting to bruise your insides once more for old time sake. You remember Frank being big, the heaviness in his walk proving it further, but you couldn't recollect it looking like this. Veins bulging down his shaft. Long and rock hard.
Movements were quick, rushed with the time restraint before people noticed both of your absences. No time to do everything he planned, ached for. Frank lined himself up with your gushing core hissing at the warmth and wetness encapsulating his tip.
"Fuck. You're soaking. All this for me," he rasped out, pushing himself in further, hyper focused on the way you gripped his length like a glove. Like you were made for him. Sucking him in like a magnet, drastically opposites being pulled together regardless. You moaned at the sudden stretch, as Frank pushed you against the wall, hiking your leg onto his own hip. Allowing for a better position.
"You're so big," you bubbled out, mind fucked, body moving on its own. Frank began to thrust his hips forward, forcefully and quickened. Hips colliding with yours at a force hard enough to surely leave bruising. Your wetness dripped down his length and your thighs, which urged him on further. Releasing an animalistic groan from himself, completely lost in you.
He gripped your hair, revealing the side of your neck as he attacked. Sinking his teeth into the skin and sucking, marking his territory. Soothing the purpled skin with chaste kisses as he made a path to your lips, taking you in for a hungry kiss once more. You lazily wrapped your arms around Frank, aching for him to come closer. The smell of cologne and smoke filling your senses, intoxicating you further.
"God I missed this, missed you," Frank admitted as the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, eliciting a gasp from you. So full he could easily split you in half, and you would willingly let him. His ears taking in the sounds he stole from you. Moans. Skin clapping. Slickness that bubbled with each thrust. If someone were to walk past, they would surely know what was taking place.
"Missed you too Frankie," the all too familiar electrified feeling began to bubble, threatening to explode with each impaled movement. Your body shivered, back arching into a crescent as you reached you desperately raced to finish. Franks movements followed as his thrusts grew sloppy, hand tightening in your hair while the other gripped the hold on your thigh.
"Come on lemme' feel it," he grunted trying to hold back his own release, failing as minutes passed. Your body erupted with a blissful earth shattering moan. Gripping Frank tight as you clenched on his cock, a white ring forming at the base. Mouth wide open, with no noise mustering out, too caught up in the ethereal feeling. Following suite Frank eagerly thrusted a few more times before spilling into you with a loud groan as he shoved his head into your neck to quiet himself.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck," echoed through the sex drunk air, reality setting in. Frank pulled out with a shutter as he shoved himself back into his pants quickly. Confusion evident on your face as your eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly growing embarrassed at your current naked state.
"What's wrong," you questioned Frank, not entirely desperate to hearing his answer. Too afraid and vulnerable. His mess leaking down your thighs as you awaited for the denial. Knowing him all too well.
He forcefully ran his fingers through his hair. Guilt ridden as he looked over at you. Jaw clenched as he pictured your dad, his best friend.
"We shouldn't have done this. Ts' why I left the first time. Shits wrong...so wrong, Jesus Christ," full anxiety attack taking place as Frank sobered up.
"Didn't stop you before."
"Cause you're dangerous (Y/n). Being around you is dangerous..."
You pondered for a moment before grasping Frank's jaw softly, pulling his worried eyes onto your own.
"It'll just be our little secret then."
