dbf!Frank Castle x f!reader
warnings: dad’s best friend, age gap, reader is in her 20s, dirty talk, barely proofread, smut (fem!oral, fingering, slapping)
You dreaded coming home from college for your dad’s stupid retirement party.
You’d much rather be bar hopping with your best friends right now,
Instead you’re back home in your backyard with all your dad’s old friends, pretending to enjoy conversations about barbecuing and stories of when they were in college.
That is, however, until somebody slips in through the fence late.
Someone named Frank.
You’ve never seen him around before, but you wish you had, because goddamn is he hot.
“only up from here.” You think to yourself, mentally shrugging.
And you were right.
“you gonna be a good girl f’me, huh?” He slides down your panties immediately, wasting no time after sneaking you away to your room and pushing you on the bed.
The innocent cotton hangs from your ankles, your already wet folds on display for him.
His rough hands rest on your knees, slowly spreading them wider and wider, giving himself a better show.
He kneels impossibly close to your pussy.
You can feel his breath hitting your lips, making you twitch under him, just like he wants.
He chuckles lowly, his hands sliding down from your knees to your inner thighs, “answer my question, sweetheart.”
You raise your head up from the bed, looking at him between your thighs.
The sight only makes you more needy, makes everything around you hazy.
“hm? what, frank?”
His hands grip your thighs, he licks his lips, still looking at you.
“are you gonna be a good girl?” His grip loosens, massaging my thighs lightly now “i can’t touch ya if you’re not gonna be good for me, sweetheart. you want someone to hear?”
You shake your head frantically, wanting to be touched already. “yes, yes! please, frank. i’ll be so so good.”
“you better be a woman of your word, princess.”
He finally dives into your cunt, immediately licking up all the juices he can, desperate to taste you.
His tongue finds its way to your clit, flicking relentlessly to make you squirm underneath him perfectly.
“oh- fuck! frank!”
He pulls himself off you without hesitation.
The sudden loss of stimulation making you whimper,
But soon after, his hand comes down quick, slapping your cunt hard.
“you want everyone outside to hear that shit? thought you were gonna be a good girl for me, princess.”
“fuck.. i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good”
He softly rubs where he striked while smirking, giving you a sarcastic apology. He brings his hand back to your inner thighs, squeezing harshly.
“you got one more chance, sweetheart.” He warns.
He dives back down before you can even respond, this time you bite your lip, choking back your moans as his tongue laps at your folds relentlessly.
His tongue suddenly enters inside, he flicks it back and forth, his head bobbing with it. He fucks you with his tongue, making it even harder to stay quiet.
You breathe harder and harder with each curl of his tongue, still doing your best to stay quiet for him.
Just then, he snakes his arm around your thigh, rubbing patterns around your clit.
The stimulation drives your back straight off the bed, arching as you grip your sheets.
“frank- fuck.. i’m..” You moan quietly.
“you gonna cum on my tongue, princess?” He lets up to tease you, his fingers still working on your clit.
You open your mouth to say something, anything. Instead you’re heads reels back in response, soft broken moans slipping past your lips.
“that’s it, sweetheart. cum on my tongue like the good girl you are.”
You’re legs tremble so violently, you’d go completely limp if he wasn’t holding them. You come undone quickly after his words leave his mouth, cumming on his tongue and leaving a trail of slick over half of his face.
He continues licking at your cunt, cleaning you up perfectly as you come down from your high.
Once you’ve snapped back to reality, you feel him slide your panties back up, clinging to your wetness.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, going to look at him between your legs only to find out he’s already standing at the bedroom door.
“get decent, sweetheart. don’t want your dad to wonder where you ran off to.”
With that, he leaves my room, closing the door behind him. You huff, laying down flat on you back again, catching your breath.
From your bed you hear the back door sliding open downstairs, Frank joining your dad and the rest of his friends again.
You shake your head, cursing yourself internally, knowing you’re about to be coming home every weekend from college now.
