Fuck he was rough, hands slapping down on your ass, pulling at your hair, and best of all, he was filming the whole thing.
He had you in prone bone, supporting yourself on your elbows as he plowed into your abused cunt for what now felt like hours, as he leaned over your back, camera right in your pretty, tear stained face. “Tell ‘em how old you are, baby.” He whispered in your ear, of course he wasn’t gonna post the video, but he loved the thrill, and with his warm breath right against your ear, you couldn’t help but mutter out your age. “Mm…19.” You mumble out, not because you didn’t wanna answer him, but because he was fucking you balls deep and his cock was just too much sometimes. “Such a good fucking girl.” He growled in your ear and gave a quick slap to your already reddened ass, then wrapped a hand under your chin and made you look straight in the camera, you let out a small whimper and look up through your lashes, though it was a bit blurry from the tears in your eyes. “Yeah? You like looking pretty for the camera?” He said, fuck he knew exactly what he was doing and he did it good. You nodded your head slightly, because at this point, he had you speechless, with the sounds of his hips plapping against your ass and the growls and grunts being let out right in your ear made your stomach turn.
Needless to say, you loved being filmed while getting fucked by your man.
▐ the many times you and jack abbot have gotten caught at work ⤷ 18+
The On-Call Room Incident
The first time it happened, you’d only been at the hospital a week. Jack Abbot had that intense, exhausted-doctor energy that made your stomach flip every time he looked at you. After one too many shared glances in the trauma bay, he led you to the on-call room.
His mouth was on yours before the door even clicked shut, rough and desperate. White coat still on, he pushed you against the wall, hands sliding under your scrubs. “Been thinking about this since you walked in,” he growled against your neck. You moaned when he yanked your pants down, fingers finding you already soaked. He didn’t waste time, lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist, and thrusting in deep with one smooth stroke.
You were riding him hard, his face buried in your tits, when the door swung open.
Nurse Santos froze in the doorway, clipboard in hand. “Dr. Abbot—oh my God.”
Jack didn’t stop immediately. One more deep grind that made you whimper before he stilled, still buried inside you. “Little busy, Santos,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. You hid your burning face in his shoulder as she backed out, muttering apologies.
He looked at you, half-laughing, half-still-hard. “Round two in the parking garage after shift?”
The Supply Closet
Second time was pure stupidity and pure horniness.
You needed sterile gloves. Jack needed you bent over. You compromised in the supply closet on the fourth floor.
He had you braced against the metal shelves, scrubs around your ankles, taking you from behind with those deep, punishing strokes that made your knees shake. One hand covered your mouth to keep you quiet. The other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, biting your shoulder. You were right on the edge when the door rattled.
Dr. Robby walked in, reaching for a box of gauze, and stopped dead.
Jack froze mid-thrust, cock twitching inside you. You clenched around him involuntarily.
Robby blinked once, twice. “Jesus Christ, Jack. At least lock the damn door.” He grabbed what he needed and left without another word, but not before you caught the tiniest smirk.
Jack exhaled a shaky laugh and started moving again, faster this time. “We’re so getting fired.”
You came so hard you saw stars.
The Rooftop
Third time was almost romantic.
Middle of a brutal 24-hour shift. You both snuck up to the rooftop for air and ended up against the low wall overlooking the city. Jack had you facing away from him, pants pulled down, panties shoved to the side as he fucked you slow and deep.
His chest pressed to your back, one arm banded around your waist, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you,” he murmured in your ear.
You were gasping, close, when the access door creaked open. Two residents stepped out for their own smoke break and got an eyeful of Dr. Abbot railing the new attending against the railing.
They immediately turned around. One of them actually said “Sorry, Dr. Abbot!” before fleeing.
Jack didn’t even slow down. If anything, he fucked you harder after they left, like the risk made it hotter. You came biting your own wrist to stay quiet.
The Locker Room
The fourth time was the one that actually got you both written up.
End of shift. Empty locker room. Or so you thought.
Jack had you sitting on the bench, legs spread wide, his face buried between your thighs. He was eating you out like a man starved, long, filthy strokes of his tongue, two fingers curled inside you hitting that perfect spot. You were gripping his hair, thighs shaking, right on the edge when you heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.
It was the department chair.
You tried to close your legs. Jack just held them open, gave your clit one last slow lick that made you whimper, then casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Evening, sir,” he said, voice rough. “We were… debriefing.”
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
The chair just sighed. “My office. Both of you. Tomorrow. Clothes on.”
Jack still smirks every time he sees you in the halls now. You’ve both been more careful.
But you both know it’s only a matter of time before the fifth time happens.
this is highkey buns, sorry yall 💔 i also have really bad writers block so requests would be appreciated 🥰
he says "alright, baby. biiiiggg stretchhh", in a sweet and gentle tone but what he does next is the complete opposite. . . all of a sudden he shoves his big fat cock into your tightness. always so fucking tight no matter how many times you fuck in a day. he usually does it slow, gives you time to get used to it (you never do) but this time he doesn't.
"shh.. shhhh.. you're okay, baby girl. you're okay, aren't you? yes, you are. my sweet angel baby. you know why? because you're made for me. you were made to take this dad cock." ♡
Brendon’s boys are “shark bait” but his little girl is his “guppy” <3
yessss. you guys were gonna stop at your last boy, but w Brendon’s libido and his swimmers…yeah no lol.
you had your first son and then the second came along, so you when you got pregnant again, you were expecting another boy. imagine your surprise and Brendon’s when you found out it was gonna be a girl. and I’m a brendon park being a boy dad truther but him with a little girl AHHHHH I can’t. and your daughter? so loved. your sons love their little sister. always looking after her, always giving you a helping hand w her when dad is at work. they just love her sooooo much. and I feel as if it was your youngest boy who started calling her “guppy.” and you guys just kept referring to her as so.
he’d just be walking around on his tippy toes chanting, “guppy guppy guppy,” and then just shouts out of pure excitement when he sees her “—GUPPY.” you give him the famous mom look bc indoor voices lol but he’s just sooo overwhelmed w joy and he’s a toddler and doesn’t know what to do w that much emotion so it just sort of comes out in bursts lmao.
brendon would be going to grab her from the crib and the smaller of your boys runs up to him and sticks his finger out, “guppy?” and brendon nods and goes “guppy.” and he lifts your daughter up and brings her into his arms. the oldest of your boys just stands by, eyes SHIMMERING, as he watches dad hold sister.
you hear brendon go “shark bait?” and see both your boys running to him. and then he looks to his daughter in arms and he’s like “and guppy.” and your baby girl smiles.
Can you write something about Jack and the reader obsessing over how cute and chunky chubby is while she’s toddler? I can imagine her having one of those cute toddler bellies😭
In the midst of you being half-awake, your daughter wobbles in with a dangerous authority. She's come in wearing a diaper and a shirt two sizes too big for her. She'll be able to fit into it one day, when she's taller and bigger. Don't think about that right now.
She lifts her arms. The shirt rides up.
Her perfect little belly is on display for you and Jack.
God, she's too fucking adorable! This is his fault, somehow! It must be his genes, or the fact that he fed you too well while she was in the womb.
She blinks when she realizes you and her father are watching her.
She pats her own stomach. You know. Just to kill you. Go ahead and kill your mommy, why don't you? Not with guns, just perfection.
"Belly!"
You don't even know how to describe the noise that comes out of you.
"Jack, look at her, she's so chunky."
"...I see that."
By the sound of his voice, Jack's not handling the sight of your baby any better than you are.
Chubby grins and begins toddling toward you, her belly leading the way with her little feet slapping against the floor. Jack watches her like the little miracle she is.
She collapses into your body with no regard for your knees. You gather her up, and when you do, she folds into your chest.
"Be...bell-lee-lee...leeeee."
"Yes," you coo, kissing under her chin and giving her stomach one gentle poke. "Your little belly. You are very beautiful."
Chubby decides the poking is the funniest thing to ever happen to her, because she begins to laugh wildly. She leans backward in your arms like she's so sure you'll keep her from hitting the floor.
You will. Always.
Jack moves before you can even adjust your hold. His hand spreads across her head.
"Easy. You trying to crack your head open before nine?"
Chubby smiles at him upside down, and that's enough to kill the sternness in him. What's left is so soft that you want to make fun of him, but your chest just hurts from the swell.
He takes her from your arms, and with clumsy hands, she reaches to lift the hem of his shirt.
She pokes his stomach.
"Dada belly."
You nearly die laughing, which becomes contagious. It's obvious when Chubby begins to shriek with her own laughter at the sight of her father's dignity dying under her observation.
Jack knows the only thing to do is sigh and kiss his daughter's head. Maybe punish you later for laughing.
"At least we're matching. Shame you wear it cuter."
josie after hours: Jack Abbot defiling his pretty and younger gf when they first have sex.
he doesn’t hold back anything either—this is what you wanted. it was your conscious, adult decision to go after a 50 year old doctor. war vet. an old fuck you met in the gym. you knew what you were getting into.
sure he’s..gentle and dotting at first, when he’s stretching you open and eating at you. but once he’s got his dick in you, and you’re no longer whimpering for him to hold on, it’s so much, he’s got your legs over his shoulders, one hand holding your calf whilst the other fists the sheets next to your head. and he’s absolutely plowing into you.
long, hard strokes that make you feel tingly all over, makes the hair on your arms stand. he’s groaning loud as fuck into the room, brows pinched tight, eyes narrow watching his fat dick glisten as your arousal coats him more and more with each heavy stroke.
“gahdamn baby, she’s so fuckin’ wet. you like that, hmm?” he doesn’t let up for a second, not even at your expression that almost looks scared. your brows upturned and eyes wide, mouth parted as little moans and squeaks exit you.
you can’t take it, it’s entirely too big, too thick, you’re so full you think you feel his tip in your stomach. you’re close to passing out with how hard your chest heaves, you’re trying to hard to be good but it’s so fucking much. “j-Jack wait, just-gimme a second ohmygod!” you’d moan, grabbing onto his pecs with the little bit of strength you can, almost trying to slow him down.
“nah uh, you fuckin’ wanted this. n’ don’t push me away either baby i’m in there.” you think you’re gonna die when he speeds up, throwing your head back, your pornographic moans filling the room, tears welling in your eyes.
and the man won’t shut up for the life of him. “so fucking good, Jesus.”
“mhm, yeah. you fuckin like that, like that dick baby?”
“makin me so proud, takin it so well—don’t run, don’t fuckin run from me. you asked for this.”
“take it from me, s’all yours. you can do it-there we go. breath, uh huh, just like that.” none of the little boys you’ve been with in the past has ever made you orgasm as hard as Jack did. you’re so shaken up, literally.
he comes back in the room with a water bottle, dick still swinging as you lay there, eyes wide as you catch your breath, shaking like a chihuahua. “did a number on you, huh pretty girl? you ok?” he rubs at your stomach, sitting the water bottle next to you. mans knows what he’s doin lol.
Begging for a semi continuation of the one where Jack fucks her to sleep but then keeps going after she’s out…. Pls indulge my somno fantasies, your writing hits different
OH yes... somewhat cont/remix of this gorgeous piece i req'd from @tnydolly mwah <3 think i got a little carried away and made it #freakier somehow... enjoy!!
jack groans as you roll against him. the heat of you surrounds him perfectly: he can feel the tension in your muscles, every single shift of your hips making his own control fray.
"that’s it, angel," he rasps, his fingers gripping your hips tight, guiding you into a slower, deeper rhythm. his forehead presses against yours, until your breath mingles with his. "fuck yourself on me, just like that, until you forget everything else."
he pulls back just enough to watch you, the way sweat glistens on your skin. "look at you," he murmurs. "taking it so good. you just needed a big dick inside you, huh?"
"i'm gonna pass out," you whisper in response, feeling your brain start to slow as your orgasm approaches. you're just trying to keep yourself conscious as you ride jack through your exhaustion, whimpering into the crook of his neck.
he exhales sharply, fingers tightening on your hips, both to steady you and keep you moving. "no, you're not," he says in that familiar commanding tone. "you're gonna come first. then you'll pass out."
his grip shifts, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head: supporting you as your movements grow clumsier, your breathing ragged. "you're gonna come so hard," he promises in a rough whisper against your lips. "gonna make that pretty little brain go blank."
"i am?" you sniffle, clinging onto him for dear life. the way your fingers twist into his scrubs, your whole body trembling with the weight of exhaustion and pleasure, drives jack crazy.
"yeah, princess," he murmurs against your mouth between soothing kisses. "you're gonna come so hard on daddy's cock that it'll knock you right out. come, then sleep. i'll keep you safe right here on my cock where you belong."
one hand cradles the back of your head while the other rubs fast circles on your clit, just the way you like. "almost there," he breathes against your ear, voice low and coaxing like a prayer. "let go for daddy. come on my cock, right fucking now."
his hips jerk up in short, shallow thrusts to meet each frantic grind of yours, the added friction of his fingers working relentlessly between your thighs and tipping the scales.
you moan into his neck as pleasure and relief course through you, not even noticing that you've drenched his lap and soaked through his scrubs. you at least have the decency to moan out a quick, laboured "daddy," against his ear before immediately passing out on his shoulder, as promised.
your body goes boneless against his, draped over him like a human blanket while your eyes fall shut. he adjusts instantly, one strong arm sliding under your knees to cradle you while the other supports your back.
"out like a light," jack whispers fondly. he holds you against him, fingers skimming over your skin. "good girl. daddy's got you." he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head as he shifts, carefully maneuvering both of you sideways on the couch so you're lying more comfortably.
"you're so pretty like this," he whispers as he pecks your temple. one of his hands strokes slow circles between your shoulder blades while the other combs through your sweat-soaked hair.
and jack loves you, and he respects you, but he's still a man, and he's still hard as fuck inside you. he exhales sharply as he starts to thrust again, slow and deep, savoring the way you take him. "so good for me," he mutters, watching your face for any signs of discomfort, or waking. "taking me so well, sweetheart."
the pace builds gradually, your sleepy murmurs spurring him on until he's lost in the rhythm of you, in the way your body responds to him even in this state. "...jack..." you breathe out in your sleep, rolling your hips back onto him.
his entire body tenses at the sound of his name escaping your lips. he presses his forehead to your shoulder, pulse hammering as he fights to keep his rhythm steady. "you're dreaming about me, aren't you?" he whispers into your collarbone.
"dreaming about me fucking you just like this, baby? dreaming about how good I make you feel?" he rolls his hips deeper, relishing the way you arch into him. "that’s right, angel," he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. "even in your sleep, you can’t help but want me."
he shifts slightly, angling himself to hit just right, and watches your face— your parted lips, the flutter of your lashes— with something close to reverence. "go on, baby. keep dreaming. daddy’s got you."
robby buying you new stuffies when he’s too mean or rough, so you keep your mouth shut to jack
robby fucking you while he buries your head in your stuffies / has you hold them while he fucks you
vs jack who turns the stuffies away so they don’t have to watch
꣖ mdni! ꣓ 💬 .. ꕤ * .ﾟ hope i got this idea right.. i <3 mean !robby propaganda :3
fauxcest. i got sweary w this one!
when ure looking up at robby, teary eyed, lip wobbly, inching away from him like ure abt to run off to tell on him to jack. but ure too fucked out, he knows u can’t move. “dont go running to dad like u always do, ure a big girl.. wha’dyou want? stop the tears.. so fuckin’ spoiled..”
nd only smiling when he agrees to get u more stuffies, swiping at ur eyes, little sniffle, and a quick hug bc ure still mad at him, then scurrying off.
hes always grumbly when he has to do it, u give him the warning eyes, nd no, robby doesnt wanna hear jack’s mouth. telling him off like theyre not practically the same age. hes not scared of the guy, just wants him to shut up for once. thinks hes mister know it all when it comes to u.
but robby cant stand the sight of the stuffies. knows theyre there bc of his money. knows theyre there bc of what he did to u. how easily u get to him, can make him do anything with those eyes of urs. so when he has u on ur stomach, u couldnt even hold urself up he was pounding so hard.. babbling incoherently, jack in front, stroking at ur face, telling u how pretty u look with him in ur mouth, what a good girl ure being, does robby suddenly push ur head into one of the stuffies, a bunny one.
nd jack immediately looks up, face stern. “brother, what the fuck? u know she doesnt like it rough when shes mumbly. get off ‘er, mike.”
“she can take it, quit babying her. 's why shes so spoiled, u coddle the shit out’ta her,” robby lets up, but ure still pressed down, mouthing on the bunny’s fur, eyes glossing over, meekly glancing up to jack.
“because, shes my baby..” jack looks down to u, cooing. “robby’s being mean? push ’im off, he doesnt get to cum tonight, not in this precious cunt..” his eyes wander to what ure gnawing on.
he turns to robby whos hands rest on ur waist, slowly pulling out. “whats up with all the little stuffed guys? she holds them to sleep, whyre they facing us? dont need to see..” jack takes one, turning it around, soft frown on his face.
robby scoffs, lifting u up at the hips, readying u to keep taking him, ignoring jack’s earlier protest. but jack catches him, “nuh uh, i was serious. u dont get her tonight, think abt ur fucking actions, stop making my baby cry.”
“ur baby?” robby lifts a brow, disbelieving. jack ignores him, lifting u from the stuffie, gathering u in his arms, “mhm.. dad’s sweet girl.. daddy needs a time out, huh..? say bye, daddy,” he guides ur limpy wrist to motion the waving gesture at robby. ♡
Perv!Clark fucking you while showing you pictures of self that he took of you. (Perhaps while you were sleeping). Showing you how pretty your pussy is for him.
sneaky perv clark for breakfast lunch and dinner pretty please :D (very very 18+)
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at night he creeps into your bedroom on nights when he’d crash on your couch if he drank or smoked too much and from your generosity. you’d sleep naked or nearly naked already, making things so stupidly easy for him to get a peek at what he wants. you’d be out like a light softly snoring when his hand would drift to the blanket covering you, lifting it up and getting the view of a lifetime of your pretty pink pussy sprawled out while you snooze on your side. practically sticking your ass out for him, making it so easy. he’s sure you’re asleep so soundly that he was cocky and confident with the flash, taking up close photos at different angles and even taking a couple fingers to softly spread you open for a pose in his favorite photo he’d taken of the night. you’d softly hum in a way that told him he was running out of time.
he’d quickly put the blanket back over you and tip toe back to the couch then beat off to every single photo.
in regular instances at work or when you’re hanging out somewhere at your place or his he’s taking pictures (these times with the flash off) of when you bend over or part your hair to the side in a particular way that turned him on.
he had an entire photo album dedicated. an album strictly private to cum to every night, making it so easy to pleasure himself visually and physically.
when you actually bite the bullet one night and grab his face and kiss him, clark can’t hold back his moaning and his helpless clawing at your back. his dreams came true. he wasn’t the only one fantasizing about what this would feel like.
you are on top of him and grinding on his dick harsh, making clark muffle his screams with a bite on your shoulder. you tell him no one’s around and he can scream as loud as he wants. so he does.
when you get him naked and strip down yourself, clark is biting down on his lip and drinks you in. finally. he gets to see you bare when you were awake. he lets you spread his thighs and get in his lap, grabbing him rough and lining his tip up to sink down on. it’s too much as soon as it goes in.
“f…fffuuuoh my god you’re so tight on me—“
you love how much of a desperate eager disaster he’s become. it’s cute to see him shut his eyes like he’s in pain every bounce then rip them back open to eye your movements like a hawk. like he needs to watch like how he needs to breathe.
it’s a shock when he sits up with you still seated in his lap supported by his arms carrying you before setting you down so you’re lying on your stomach. still spread open nicely on him. clark grunts as he lines himself back up and jams it right back in, wet noises getting louder while he slides in rough and deep. the stretch felt amazing, his cock punching deep parts inside you while you spread both your cheeks out just for him and his viewing pleasure. clark’s easily gone dumb, pussy dumb, pounding with pure primal strength and staring down as wet slop drenches his dick. he thinks your pussy is the prettiest thing he’s seen on earth, and now swollen and flushed and leaving a snail trail made it even prettier he couldn’t keep ahold of his sanity.
his phone is on the table next to them within arms length, allowing clark to snatch it up and rush to type his passcode and find his favorite folder. after changing his mind his chest heaves as his thumb hits the camera button first instead. turns on the flash and mumbles with a more commanding tone, “spread out more, fuck it back on me. that’s it. now say cheese.” and then the memory is captured — all clark needed for the rest of his days to stare and ogle at when he just has his hand.
you laugh and even start to pose for more. sticking your tongue out, sticking your ass out. spreading your lips to get the most obscene details out on display for him. clark clenches his jaw and keeps taking picture, after picture, after picture.
“you’re not real,” clark breathes. “this can’t be real. it’s so beautiful.” starts to fuck into you with quick wet strokes now going at lightning speed, stopping to slam it in at an angle while he’s balls deep and pressed against your clit. feels his thirst being clenched by your mewls and growls at the spots he’s able to find. not before long he’s scrolling back to his favorite photo album and decides it’d be fun to show off everything he’s taken over the past few months.
he dips his body in and has his phone screen right in front of both of you in his hand resting on a pillow. shows you the most indecent one right off the bat of your bare pussy under the covers, then scrolls towards some where you’re in a pretty pair of panties.
“don’t you look so good here? your pussy’s so pretty, ca—can’t get enough,” he rasps. kisses the back of your head while his hips keep going to work, watching while you clench harder on him as he scrolled through each and every photo. “went into your room every night that you let me sleepover. took these—ah, mmmm jeez—took these and came in my fist every night looking at them. your pussy’s so good to look at, even when you’re dry I can’t resist.”
he finds your favorite spot and drills it, spanking your ass with a shy little slap until you moan so loud he doesn’t need to be shy with it anymore. your pussy leaves his dick sopping wet, bubbles of your slick going down to his balls. soon he feels his orgasm creeping in in a way that was so persistently impossible to wane off or ignore, butterflies swooshing around in his stomach when he sloppily kisses the side of your cheek and goes back to his camera to face the front, capturing the two of you while he pounds in right from the back. gets your pretty fucked out face right in frame. he grabs your jaw to make you face the camera even more directly, kissing your temple and watching you gargle your spit with your mouth open and eyes falling back in bliss.
“smile, show off for me, need a photo of you cumming on me. pretty pussy feeling good?”
you cry out and clark decides to switch to a video instead, grinning at you while he watches your legs kick and words wiped out of your brain. he sees you go cock dumb, the only thing in your little head being his cock jamming your pussy and creaming on it so good. every wet smack of his balls hitting you is heavenly, his phone recording everything when you stutter and fuck back one last time before stilling completely, milking him and your pussy of everything that’s left. you’re almost cross eyed on camera and clark isn’t far behind, his eyebrows pinched in while you squeeze around him and throw him off the edge with you. painting your guts and drilling his seed so deep inside, phone getting nearly knocked over from how hard he’s moving while you both cling to each other and ride out your highs.
while you’re leaking his load out, clark almost curses and rushes to grab his still-recording video and points the camera to your milky lips, how they droop when the river starts slowly flowing out. he clenches his jaw and with a helping hand spreads you out and instructs you to push. and when you comply you’re gushing with the most downright embarrassing noises from being stretched out and filled, and clark could start drooling while he keeps everything on video to happily beat himself off to yet again.
clark, still smiling ear to ear, ends the video with a long kiss on your lips still stroking your back from the sides, deviously slipping his middle finger in your pussy and wiggling it around in the mess. he pulls his sticky finger out and takes one last photo of you from the back, pussy flushed and creamed with his filthy finger in the frame to show off more of the evidence. his favorite thing in the world, the evidence. evidence that you’ve been worked open, torn apart, everything.
despite his dreams coming true tonight and getting everything he’s ever wanted, clark’s only fueled his perverted greed for more.
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ask box allllways open but I do take a minute sometimes for some! thank you:)
Sucking charlie Reid’s cock and he finishes on your face and pulls out his phone flash on and starts recording you. Telling you to smile for the camera and tells you to say “I love officer Reid’s cum on my face” nd after he puts his phone away and you clean up is when he threatens you. If you don’t quit your job and be his little housewife he’ll leak the video to everyone you know !!
── .✦ Note: thought about normal married life frank shenanigans while rewatching season 2 and well! also subjected to be proofread and edited. I got excited seeing the trailer drop and I've been sitting on this for awhile... enjoy ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
── .✦ Tags: pictures are not mine!, husband!frank, slight mention of the punisher life, fem!reader, smut, p in v sex, i did write this with a black!reader in mind but anyone can read fr, riding, reverse cowgirl, creaming, dirty talk, petnames (bunny, mama, baby, sweetheart, wife, daddy,)
wc: 2.8k
“Quite the costume you have on there, sweetheart.”
Frank could barely hold himself together when you came out the bedroom. You had to make a grand entrance, telling Frank that he had to wait outside in the living room while you got dressed. And my God you did not let the man down at all.
It was a casual conversation that took place earlier this week. You saw your local bar was having a western themed night and it took every bone in your body to convince Frank to dress up. Asking him to go was one thing but convincing him to wear a full get up was a different battle you endured. You managed to sweet talk him into at least wearing a nice button down and a cowboy hat you picked up for him at a department store. Grumbling, he took the red shirt and white hat from you and that's when you knew you had won.
But when you saw the look on his face with your risqué outfit, you knew you definitely won.
But maybe too much, because the look he was giving you looked like he didn’t want to make it out the house.
Still, you give him a proper 360, a twirl as your cowgirl boots clunk against the wood floor of your home. You return facing him, placing a steady hand on your hip as you tipped your hat to him.
“Cowboy.” You fake a southern twang and the man barks out a laugh. He walks over to you, hands finding your waist as his eyes marvel over your frame.
“You are somethin’ else, Mrs. Castle.” His brown eyes shining with admiration.
“I keep your life interesting.” You shrug nonchalantly and he laughs.
“That you do.” He agrees, hand coming up to your chin and tilting your head up. You take your hat off before he presses his lips against yours. He grunts, tasting your strawberry lip gloss and has to lick his lips because its his favorite flavor of yours. He pulls away, looking down at you as you look back with a knowing grin.
"Something on your mind, partner?" You continue the southern twang and he has to chuckle again.
"You wore this damn lip gloss on purpose, huh?" Frank accuses and you simply grin.
"I know it's your favorite," you say before taking his hand into yours, "figured I'd put it on since you're humoring me for the night." You say, taking your free hand and adjusting his shirt. He grabs at your chin again, bringing his lips down and kissing you once again.
"Love you, mama." He says against your lips and you grin, quickly pecking him.
"Love you too, Frankie. Now, let's do a little pregame and head to the bar, huh?" Frank grunts in approval before allowing you to guide him to the kitchen.
And by little pregame, it wasn't little at all.
You were drunk by the time you two reached the bar.
There were a decent amount of folk when you two finally showed up. The moment Frank saw several men he put a protective hand on your exposed hip, silently staking his claim. You lean into his warmth as you two find two stools at the bar. He helps you onto your stool before sliding onto one next to you.
The bartender, a woman who happens to be your favorite, recognizes you two immediately. You wave the young lady down as she approaches with nothing but smiles.
"Well well, isn't it my two favorite patrons in the world," she says, setting down napkins in front of you, "the usual I assume?" She asks which consists of two double shots of whiskey and a local draft beer on tap. To which you nod eagerly.
"Yes please." You purr, your flirty side coming out and she winks at you. Frank only watches, nodding whenever the bartender looks at him for confirmation. She turns away and you bring your attention back to your husband.
"Frankiee," you start off, grabbing onto his chin to bring him closer to you, "I know I've told you a thousand times but you look so good in this western look." You tell him and he laughs because it's true. You haven't stopped complimenting him the moment the alcohol hit your system.
"Darlin' you are drunk." He deflects and you pout.
"Doesn't mean I'm lyin'." You say before kissing him, allowing him to taste your newly applied gloss. A greedy hand comes up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides across your plump bottom lip before the sound of your bartender returning causes you two to separate. Feeling like two horny teens caught making out as heat flushes your cheeks and his ears go slightly red.
"Sorry to interrupt," the bartender winks at you and you flush harder, "but heres two beers and two double shots of whiskey. Let me know if you two need anything else!" She says before tending to more patrons that sat down. You turn your attention back to your husband, grinning from ear to ear before picking up your shot.
"To us having fun?" You say as he picks his up. He holds it up before clinking against your glass.
"To us having fun, bunny." He says and you two take a charitable gulp.
And then like any drunk person with good music playing. . .
You have to start dancing.
You don't leave the bar, no you're within a couple feet from Frank as your hips catch the rhythm of the song. He watches in awe, realizing he doesn't see you dance nearly as much as he should. The twist of your hips and beautiful expressions upon your face made you the most stunning person in the bar. Frank would be lying if he said he didn't notice the way people did double takes at you and part of him couldn't blame them. You were stunning and so carefree as you continued to dance. It was like anything bad that you two endured together never happened. You two were plain civilians that never had to suffer horrors you two experienced.
Seeing you like this was a piece of heaven on Earth.
Sensing he was staring at you, your eyes open and you look at Frank and your breath catches in your chest. His gaze is a mixture of something soft, tender, and lusty as he takes in your form. His eyes were raking across your revealing outfit all night, loving the way it accentuated your body and highlighted your skintone. You're a goddess everyday but you were especially right now. You felt like it with the look Frank was giving you.
You smile flirty at him before giving another twirl of your hips. You're getting lost in the rhythm again, eyes closing before you sense a body next to you.
"Excuse me."
Your eyes rip open and you look into the eyes of a stranger. He's look down at you, eyes raking up from head to toe and you raise an eyebrow.
"Yes?" You ask, slowly stopping your dancing but you're still swaying your hips to the country song.
"You're beautiful and you dance amazing. Can I buy you a—" Before he can finish you bring your left hand up. Your index finger of your right points to the ring finger on your left. You point to the diamond ring and wedding band that catches the light.
"Married, buddy." You say simply before a body presses into yours. You know it's Frank when a strong hand comes onto your hip.
"Spoken for," He says with a stern tone, causing the man to gulp, "I'd appreciate if you walk away from my wife and find someone else to buy a drink." The man doesn't need to be told twice, especially given Frank is twice his size. He scurries away, mumbling a quick apology and disappearing into the crowd that steadily grows. You look up at your husband to see that look in his eye.
That one he gets when he feels the need to remind you and himself that you're his.
"I didn't flirt with him." You tease, seeing the way he's looking at you and his jaw tenses at the thought.
"I know you didn't. But seeing the way all the men are looking at you in here..." He trails off and you shake your head.
"And I only want to ride this cowboy in front of me." You say, grabbing onto his shirt before kissing him. He kisses you back, groaning before pulling away.
"What's that shit you were saying when we were on the way here earlier?" Frank asks and you grin, looking up at him into his eyes. Your bite your lip, lowering your face into a seductive glint.
"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." You say. Frank nods, humming before replying.
"How about we go put that motto to use, huh?"
"Oh, fuck!"
You don't remember how you made it home, but now you're mounting your husband on the couch of the living room, too horny to make it to the bedroom. Frank is grunting beneath you, shirt gone and jeans pushed to his ankles as you bounced up and down. Your top is gone but skirt is pushed up to your waist. You have his hat on as you move your hips sinfully against him.
"Sweetheart you ridin' this cock so good." Frank says, completely blissed out as he has one hand behind his head and one steady on your hip. You moan at his praise, moving your hips in a circle before riding back and forth.
"Told you I was gonna save a horse." You huff, determined to earn more grunts and groans out of him and you do. His chest raises as his nails dig into your skin.
"Fuckin' save that horse, bunny." He grunts out and you giggle before bouncing again. The lewd smacking of your cunt against him echoes throughout the room, layering with your moans. You ride with no hands, putting on a show that leaves Frank breathless and biting his lip.
"Hmmphh—fuck!" His tip pushes just right in you and you bounce again. He grunts, feeling your cunt suck him in deeper as you refused to let him leave. Your wet walls coat his cock in arousal, sticky with cream and it only makes the sounds of sex wetter. Frank looks down, seeing a creamy ring form at the base.
"Gettin' off to riding me, huh," he whistles, putting a thumb at your clit and you cry out, "soaking my cock, sweetheart." He watches the cream ooze from the tip and down the shaft. You whimper, continuing to ride him but with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit your moans are getting louder.
"Frank, fuck!" You sigh, throwing your hips back down onto your husband. He continues grunting underneath you, rough thumb circling your clit as he takes in your face. Your lips parted as moans continue to tumble out, your tits bouncing and beautiful nipples making his mouth water.
"So fucking beautiful riding me like this,” He encourages, “my beautiful fuckin’ wife.” He says and the word wife sends a shiver down your spine. You moan, nodding as you look at him with hooded eyes.
“I love being your wife, Frankie.” You say, moving your hips faster and alternating between bouncing and swirling your hips.
“Love being your husband, baby.” He says and you smile. You lift yourself off of him briefly before turning around into the reverse cowgirl position. You make a show of reaching between your legs, grabbing his cock as you bring the tip to your awaiting lips. Frank groans, watching the way you sink down on him, cock disappearing between your wet folds. He brings a hand up to smack your ass, causing you to yelp before you begin bouncing. Frank moans seeing the way your ass moves with each impact against his pelvis. You look over your shoulder, still bouncing on Frank and taking in how wrecked the man looks.
Frank didn’t allow you to take charge often, but when he did it was a sight worth beholding.
“You like it like this, daddy?” You ask sweetly, still bouncing and his eyes never leave your ass.
“Fuckin’ love it, baby, don’t fucking stop.” He says and you giggle, sinking yourself down on him harder and earning moans from both of you.
“So fucking big, Frankie.” You whimper, thighs starting to burn but you refused to stop. The more you kept bouncing the closer you felt. Your cunt was tight around him, begging for him to cum so you could milk him for every drop.
“You’re doing so good sweetheart. I'm so fuckin' close.” Frank warns you and you hum, his words causing your body to shiver.
“Me too, Frankie.” You whimper, changing your position slightly before panting your feet firmly on the couch. You place a steady hand onto Frank’s burly thigh before bouncing faster and harder.
“Jesus christ—fuck, bunny!” Frank grunts, struggling to catch his breath while watching the way your ass moves with each bounce. The view hypnotizes Frank, seeing a peek of your pretty cunt between your cheeks. Your sticky cream is spilling out, running down his cock and painting it as it drips to his base.
If Frank wasn't old fashioned, he probably would have snapped a picture.
But instead, he grunts heavily before smacking your ass. The sting causes your cunt to twitch around him and clit ache with need. You whimper, bringing a finger to your swollen pearl and rubbing soft circles. You throw your head back, crying out as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Frank sees and he sits up, bringing your back flush to his chest before places his hands on both of your hips. You open your eyes before the man starts moving you up and down on his cock faster. You choke, whimpering as high pitched gasps begin to leave your mouth.
"Oh—fuck, Frank!" You cry.
"Rub your clit faster, sweetheart. Rub it for me, baby." He commands, knowing exactly what you need and you obey. That ribbon of desire is unraveling faster and faster as you pant out whimpers, whining with desperation.
"It's okay, Frankie's got you I know exactly what that pussy needs huh," he says, words filthy in your ear as he continues grunting, "you rode my cock so good now be a good wife and come for me." He says before slamming you down onto him. You cry out, screaming as he does it again, and again. The sensation of his thick cock brutally stretching you out, your finger on your clit, and the dominating commands that Frank gives pushes you to the edge.
"Frank!" You scream, cunt squeezing him as you felt your body get pushed into the white hot euphoria you had been chasing. A string of curses and cries tumble from your lips as your orgasm shook through you. Frank is grunting in your ear, moving your fingers away from your clit to rub harsher circles to send you tumbling deeper. You jerk in his lap with overstimulation, trying to get out of his hold but he only holds onto you tighter.
"Fraaannk." you whimper and he kisses your shoulder. He still slams his cock inside you over and over again, wetness drenching his thighs and making an obscene sticky mess. Something about the sight and your whining pushes him over the edge.
"Fuck!" Frank feels his cock swell before he spills himself deep inside you. By this time Frank worked you into another orgasm and you're cumming for a second time. You're screaming his name this time as tears stream down your cheeks at the pleasure. You're overwhelmed and your body starts shaking as Frank finally slows down his thrusts.
You two tangle into a pair of sweaty and sticky limbs onto the couch, spent from the sex and come down from the alcohol. Frank tucked you into him, rough hands gently scratching at your scalp as you mewl into his strong chest. He places a soft kiss long your hairline and when you finally feel like you're back to Earth you peer up at him. He looks down at you, eyes trained as he looks for any signs of discomfort in your face.
He sees none.
All he sees back is his beautiful wife who he would burn the entire world for. The only thing that could anchor him and keep him sane from the wars that plagued his mind. The only person who could convince him to go out and dress up for a western night.
“I told you.” You say, dopey from your orgasm and pensive look from your husband. However pensive turns confused as he raises an eyebrow.
“What was that?” He asks.
“That I was gonna save that horse.” You sigh, yawning. Clearly tired from all the festivities and Frank can only chuckle. He leans down, kissing your awaiting lips.
“You are somethin’, else.” He says against your lips and you smile before kissing him.
He makes you suck on his thumb while you ride him in his suv. The one thumb he licked before dipping it into a plastic bag of white powder that he stole from the evidence locker.
"Keep bouncin'," Charlie grits, when you stop moving and begin sputtering from the sour taste flooding your tongue. He drives his length deeper, harsh hips rising off the leather seat, belt buckle clinking against the gun that's strapped to his hip with every severe shove.
Charlie rubs his thumb along your gum line tainting every inch of your mouth with the illicit drug. You writhe on his lap, growing dizzy as the unwelcome numbness and blossoming euphoria swirl in your veins.
A wretched smirk tugs at his lips, "Don't want you thinkin' about nothin' except comin' on my cock."
