Bedroom Bully ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
Pairing ʚɞ Frank Castle x F! Reader
Warnings :: 18+ Content (MINORS DNI!!) Mentions of violence (fighting crime) pre-established relationship, arguing, unprotected rough piv sex, oral (m and f receiving), cursing, light bondage (if you squint), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, comfort, honestly just delicious, downright freak shit makeup sex.
Authors Note ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ This is by far the nastiest fic I’ve written, ever. Downright nasty. They tearin’ that bedroom UP. Frank’s tearing that pussy up too. I love this fic so much, I’ll make a version for Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, & Clark Kent. Bedroom Bullies for EVERYBODY. Enjoy it 💋💎
“You think I want it like this, huh? Think I want this shit comin’ between us?” Frank spit, eyes angrily following you as you angrily marched through the kitchen.
“Why the fuck would you ask such a stupid question? You know the answer to that. Quit flapping your fucking gums, Frank!” You spat back. You kept your back toward him as you trekked through the house, blood rushing to your ears.
The air was hot with infuriation, the temperature rising with every spit of venom out of your mouths.
Both you and Frank are well acquainted with violence. You’re no stranger to what he does - hell, you two met over two years ago because of it. He’s never been the only one who likes to bust heads open when they’re rotten from the inside out. One busted gang operation led to another, and soon enough you two were targeting the same crime families.
One fateful night led you both to the same warehouse to take out some bottom-of-the-barrel product-pusher and his lackies once and for all, and it ended with you two pointing assault rifles at each other. Once you two made a pact that you wouldn’t pump each other full of lead when your backs were turned, you walked out of that crimson-stained concrete prison never intending to see each other again.
You couldn’t have been more wrong. And what a lousy thought that was. What a love story, huh? Matt thought it was charming, in it’s own fucked up type of way. And it was. Usually.
But today, it was anything but.
Good ol’ red was just telling you two about a major operation that went deeper than all three of you suspected.
The last time Matt got too close to the truth with this particular crime ring, he came out of a back alley near your apartment with several broken ribs, a fractured jaw, and the information you all needed to understand how much danger hell’s kitchen, hell, all of New York was really in.
Where’s that freak-ish mutated spider kid when you need him?
You and Frank had just gotten back in from date night at that hole-in-the-wall chinese spot near the apartment when you looked out your back window and saw Matt there. Originally intending to close it to stop that NYC smoke from getting in, you let out a gasp and ran out back to carry him up. Once you and Frank got him patched up, he choked out every last bit of what he found out that night. You could never forget the chills that were sent down your spine.
“I’m not puttin’ you in harms way just cause Red got the fucking snot punched out of him, Y/N!” Frank said, slightly raising his voice. That voice snapped you back to reality, back to the bubbling lava building up in your chest cavity. “This is different shit, you know that!”
“How different then all the shitbags we’ve cremated before, Castle?” You retorted. “I’ll line up a thousand more heads if it means keepin’ the dirt off the streets where it shouldn’t be. How many more people gotta croak before you admit we gotta do what needs to be done?”
You both were stubborn beyond belief. So used to the responsibility and loneliness that came with lives like yours; all the more reason to fiercely protect what has blossomed between you two.
Hearts hardened by the world outside, yes, but softened by this world, your world, inside. The world you created here, in this apartment, with each other. A safe haven of the best kind, of the utmost, sincere quality. Built on the belief that you two could have a future together, two sinners who believed anything but just two years ago. And you both, as jaded and rock-solid as you were, couldn’t live without the other. Not now. Not after everything.
So why couldn’t you both just fucking admit it?
The energy in the room was enough to light the apartment on fire. Visceral vitriol dripped off your tongues like blood. Harsh words and bitter miscommunications with deep rooted concern buried underneath the rubble of your emotions. A spark for a chemical reaction so explosive, you two just might burn away with the rest of your apartment.
“So what, you want me to roll over like a damn dog and agree? Letya walk right into your death with these who-knows-whats? Is that it?”
“I don’t know what I want you to do besides be quiet, Castle!” You barked, massaging your forehead with your hand. “I gotta think of somethin’ to do with this energy. You got me pent up over this bullshit. Under better circumstances, I’d tell you to maybe to make me forget about all this, but I don’t even know if you could fuck me right today. Shit, might as well let the world fuck me over, since it’s doin’ that already! Maybe it’d do a better job!"
The room fell silent as your words hit the wooden floors like bricks. You could see Frank’s eyes flicker in disbelief, the expression on his face etched into your mind like markings on a stone tablet; deep and painstaking.
Truth be told, you weren’t even thinking when you said that. And as shameless as it sounds, you both always had electric makeup sex, especially after an argument. Frank is a giver in all ways - even when he’s hellbent on giving you as much pleasure as your body could possibly take.
“You believe whatever the hell you want, sugar. Maybe you do need to find some shit to do.” Frank muttered, turning his back to you and placing both hands on the counter behind you.
It stung a little, yes. Should you have walked over silently, giving both of your minds time to decompress from the tension? Yes.
Did you do that? Fuck no.
“Maybe you’re right. Masturbation sounds like a great option to me.”
You had to press it, didn’t you?
You could hear Frank’s heartbeat damn near stop in his chest. He had no problems with your battery-powered whatevers, that’s not the issue. But that, in tandem with all that shit you just said?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
With that body, god that body. That body alone was enough to be fucked into the bed frame for. That pretty face, gorgeous face was heaven and hell all at once. When you were saying sweet nothings, when you were cursing him out - it didn’t fucking matter.
Those gorgeous breasts brought Frank to his knees. Round and supple, pillowy and perfectly fitting in his hands, his mouth - God, what he’d do to them now. Your soft, perfumed skin - you had the audacity to smell delicious, like everything good in this world; the goodness that Frank never believed he deserved. Mixed with the smell of salty sweat from pounding you for hours on end - an aroma that was uniquely you. Edible. He could eat you for hours. He’d do anything to eat you for hours right now.
Those hips, God, those fucking hips. The way they swung, twirled, rocked, and most importantly, bounced on his cock. The way your ass jiggled as he slammed your hips onto his again and again, undoing you and that nasty little attitude you seemed to get whenever you felt like it. That attitude had him seeing red.
He wanted that venomous bark reduced to a broken cry as he damn near split you open on top of him, juices gushing down his cock to the sheets underneath. He wanted those breasts bitten and red, sore and marked up, your voice hoarse from screaming his name like it was your only salvation. He wanted to hit that spot, pound that spot, and make you confess who you belonged to over and over till he emptied all he had into that tight, weeping cunt.
He wanted to make sure you never forget who that fucking cunt belonged to. The same cunt you’re intent to stuff with a battery-operated piece of shit just to get a rise out of him, just to watch him squirm.
Every nasty position he’s ever twisted your little body into was flashing in his mind as his eyes followed you into your bedroom. Every time you had tears in your eyes from the pleasure. Every time your eyes rolled into the back of your head, going dumb as your body was pushed to the limits of what it could take. You loved it. You knew it. He knew it. You could feel him burning holes right through your back. And you liked it. You loved it.
And he hated it. And loved it. Just a little.
You broke his in-real-time wet dream and bubbling anger with enough venom dripping off your tongue to paralyze a cobra.
“I thought you were tough, Castle. Don’t tell me the mention of some vibrating junk has your balls shrinking to the size of walnuts. ‘Fraid for me to drop my pants and find that mine are bigger?”
You hear the bedroom door slam behind you, and a smirk graces your face as your heart rate quickens. You got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?
You whip around and push Frank against the bedroom door, before dominating his lips and entrapping them in an all consuming kiss. Your fingers snake their way into his hair and pull on the strands, sending a sting rushing to his temple.
But he loved it. God did he love it.
“Gonna make you regret that shit you said.” You seethed into his mouth as your hands wandered all over him, pulling at every piece of fabric wrapping around his body. You wanted to tear every piece; destroy every piece, like it had wronged you personally. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered; the only thing that mattered right now was him.
And how much you wanted to wipe that sorry ass grin off his face.
His rough hands wasted no time returning the favor; grabbing the loose waist band of your jeans and shoving them onto the floor. It wasn’t enough to be against you, he needed to be on you, in you, like he would die without hearing you scream his name like a god damned prayer. Needed to fill you up, stretch you out so good, fit inside you like only he could.
“Shut up, Sugar.” Frank spat back as he picked you up. Your legs straddled his waist for dear life as he turned around and shoved your back against the bedroom wall.
Frank forcefully pushed his tongue in your mouth as he grinded his growing bulge onto the wet spot on your panties.
“All that shit you were talkin, yet your cunt’s wetter than some shit in this god damn heat.”
You pull his Henley shirt over his head and quickly make a beeline for his neck. Desperate for a taste of his salty skin, you leave angry red hickies and lip gloss smears along his jawline, sloppily making your way to his collarbone and dragging your teeth along every mark. He seethed as he ground harder onto your hips, earning a strangled moan from you as the heat between your legs grew stronger.
You both were a mess of grunts and guttural noises against the drywall, fighting for dominance over each other’s raging desire.
Your hands slither between your bodies and reach the button of his pants, skillfully unbuttoning them and shoving them open. His grey boxer-band proudly peeked out from beneath his cargos, with the tent sticking out of them desperately vying for your attention.
Not that he’d admit to it.
“Don’t talk about my panties when you got a tent for some boxer briefs damn near cryin’ for every part of me, sugar.”
Frank grabs your hands and pins them above your head.
“You’re begging for it that bad, Y/N? Want me to shut you up that bad?”
He planned to devour you.
You could tear each other apart.
With one hand restraining your wrists, Frank slinked the other under your shirt to toy with your nipples. Hard and practically pleading to be bitten (at least in his mind), his hand bounced between both and roughly rolled them between his fingertips, sending a jolt of excitement and ache down to your core.
The feeling was exhilarating - waking your whole body up when it felt dead with anger, fucking lifeless with infuriation. Now, there was something deeper, more all consuming taking its place. And it screeched in your ears, telling you to devour your lover and drain that cock for every damn drop he’d give you.
You whined against his lips as you smothered yours over his, desperately trying to hide your growing anticipatory moans from him.
“Fuck this shit. Take it off.”
He released your wrists from his grasp before tearing your tank off you. You felt his eyes hungrily drink your breasts in, nipples hard and ready for him, like they always were. Ready to be suckled, damn near abused under his mouth and teeth.
Frank pulled you off the wall and laid you down on the bed, pressing his body against yours. It felt so good; sweaty, sizzling skin to skin, mouth to mouth like you two were trying to eat each other whole.
He pinned your wrists above your head once more as he spread your legs with his knee, before settling down in between and taking your right breast into his mouth.
The feeling of his mouth on you was enough to send a refreshing moan topping from your lips. It was satisfying, it was delicious. Frank wasted no time leaving several red hickies around your areola, licking and dragging his teeth around every red lovebite just to hear your voice.
Your legs rubbed against the sides of his body as you grinded your hips against his, your whole body reacting to him and his touch. He slowly dragged his tongue across your nipple, stimulating the hardening bud before gently nibbling it with his teeth.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. He loved your breasts. Fuckin’ adored them. Couldn’t get enough of them. With each lick and bite, a small, strangled moan dropped from those pretty lips of yours. With every kiss, you’re wetter, more impatient, closer to that point of no return. He was going to get you there over and over again tonight, before pushing you right over that god-damned edge.
As he switched to the left breast, you felt the drip of your cunt pooling between your legs. The knee Frank wedged in between was growing glossy with your juices. The ache was radiating, with the wet, slick noises of Frank’s mouth on you only tempting you to grind harder. The slip between your legs rubbing off on your inner thighs and soaking the weak excuse for panties you still had on.
Desperate to free yourself and keep the upper hand, you wrestled against Frank’s grip. Curse his strength.
“If you’re trying to get out my grip, you’re doing a piss poor job, sugar. Sit there and fucking take it.” He warned, looking at your blushing face. When he saw your eyebrows crinkle in the way that he loved, God he loved, he stopped what he was doing and detached his mouth from your breast.
“I see what’s gotten into you.”
He transferred both of your wrists to his right hand and slowly reached his left into your panties, down to your weeping slit. You choked at the feeling of his large digit sliding back and forth at your dewy opening.
“This is why you’ve been fussing so bad, huh? This it?”
Keeping full eye contact with you as you squirmed underneath him, he slowly sunk his middle finger all the way into your sopping wet cunt, down to the knuckle. You threw your head back and let out a higher pitched moan, your legs falling flat against the bed.
“Answer me, sugar. Speak with that shit you had earlier.” He growled, before pulling his finger all the way out and slamming it back in.
“Frank, shit, Frank!” You moaned as he started finger-fucking you. He started off slow, letting you feel every little bit of his finger sinking into you, so deep, so good. You were usually left speechless in pleasure by how good it always felt; how he could get you there, soaking the sheets, squirting onto his hand with his military-trained stamina and his unique way of knowing that cunt, of pounding it just right. Usually, you loved it.
And loved it. Maybe a little. Maybe.
The waves of pleasure tightening in your core every time he reached that spongey sweet spot in your wetness had you frenzied and feisty. Scrunching your face up, trying to resist the way Frank was speeding you toward your first orgasm.
“Stop being so god-damned stubborn, you brat.” Frank muttered as he retracted his fingers to reach above your heads. You let out a moan of frustration as your head fell slack on the bed, too out of breath to wonder what he was reaching for. As you heard the rustling of a pillowcase against the bed, and some type of material catching friction with the sheets, your eyes shot open.
You know exactly what that was.
Frank kept tactical rope underneath his pillowcase for when you two were…..entangled.
Fucking. When you two were fucking. Since you could never keep fucking still.
“Frank!’ You cried, finally letting the whininess and desperation drip through your voice.
The ex-soldier tied your wrists together in a square knot and placed a pillow underneath them. How sweet. Still caring about your comfort. Somewhat.
“Let’s see what you can take, honey.” Frank uttered, lowering to his knees. You let out a strangled gasp as you watched him sink to the floor, and line his ring finger and his middle finger back up with your entrance.
As he slowly pushed both digits inside, you watched his mouth hover over your clit, yet to be given attention, before circling the pearl with his tongue. Once his fingers had sank to the knuckle, he took one long lick up your slit.
Unable to contain it any longer, your head fell back on the bed, with a high-pitched, whiny moan being snatched from your throat. You could feel Frank smirk into your folds - he got you.
He gave your clit the much needed attention it begged for; what you grinded on him for. Massaging your rosebud, kissing the hood, suckling your clit, and overall driving you up a wall as he sunk into you again and again with his fingers. You cried out as he bounced between kissing and suckling, tasting everything you could possibly offer him.
He laid kisses to the outside of your fluttering pussy before allowing his tongue to explore you, scraping the drip of your juices off your walls again and again.
As he picked up the pace with his fingers, you could only grind your gorgeous hips onto his greedy mouth as he pounded you, owned you, laid waste to the thought of keeping your cries of pleasure from him. He was in heaven. You tasted like heaven.
“Sweeter than honey. Pussy so god-damn good. Can’t get enough.” Frank mused into you folds as he devoured his meal. He spared no sloppy, wet sounds as he feasted on your cunt; the gift that kept on giving. Each pull away and snap back in of his fingers sent a shockwave to the deepest parts of you; he could feel your tight walls spasming around his ministrations.
He was laying waste to your defenses, breaking them down lick by lick, and thrust by thrust. He could tell you were close; how he loved the signs. Your hips bucking wildly on his tongue; your voice growing higher and higher with every moan, your cries transforming into sighs and sobs of pleas; those eyebrows, furrowed damn near into your eyelids as you’re feeling the coil……..snap.
“Frank, god-damnit, I’m about to, please, I-”
“Fuckin show me, sugar. Show me what happens when I fingerfuck this cunt, when I taste it, when I take it like it’s mine. Go on and fucking give it to me.”
You arched your back into the bed and finally let it split, crackle and fizzle and burn right through you. Your voice went hoarse as you shouted his name, letting it bounce off the walls of your bedroom. He never stopped for a second; making you ride out your explosive high with everything he offered you. Everything you wanted.
You two were burning up the room, burning each other alive with the friction. It was all-consuming, red-hot, fucking vicious. Even after you were coming down, he continued to overstimulate your cunt, earning voice-cracked moans and cries from you before he eventually pulled off of you.
Laying smug kisses to your fluttering folds, he got off his knees and stood over you, admiring his handiwork before bending down to massage your breasts with his wet hands. From sweat or from your cum? You didn’t care. And you didn’t dare open your eyes, lest to see the overconfident but loving idiot.
“You alright, babydoll?” Frank chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on your soaked forehead.
“Don’t taunt me, Castle.” You said, spent and embarrassed.
“I’m serious, sugar. You alright?”
“I am, I am.” You huffed in between breaths. “I just wanna touch you. Wanna feel you.”
You just knew Frank’s satisfied grin drooped at those words. “Lemme help you, sweetheart.” Frank cooed. With both hands, he reached up and undid the square knot bounding your wrists.
You willed any and all strength you had left to snatch the rope from off the bed and quickly tie it around Frank’s unassuming wrists. Unlike the ex-soldier brat you called a partner, you didn’t know how to do any fancy knots; so five shoelace knots would have to do. Hooking your knots on the hook on your headboard, you set him up for a moment e’d never forget. You wrapped your legs around his torso and used everything you had left (aka did your best) to flip you two over, placing Castle right on his back.
“You little….there’s no damn way you just-”
”Oh shut up, sugar.” You giggled.
He could kill you right now.
You planned to devour him.
And hell, he certainly wouldn’t mind another round two of devouring you.
You could tear each other apart.
With the excited glint in your eye of a Cobra toying with its prey, you bent down and took one long lick down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You flashed your eyes up at him, naughty and seductive, making him grit his teeth down at you, much to your pleasure.
You let your mouth roam up and down his torso, leaving hickies, bite marks, and kiss marks in your wake. Lazily, steadily, unsatisfyingly. You played with his skin, allowing him to feel both the pleasure and the slight pain simultaneously. You were a tease through and through - why deny it now?
“God knows I’ll make you regret this, Y/N.” He growled, flashing his teeth once more at you.
“Right as rain, Frankie. I’m sure you will.” You mused, a hint of mockery peeking through the bravado.
With each hickey, you could hear a breath get caught in his throat. You pressed your torso slack against his lower stomach and raised your ass in the air, giving it a shake as you continued to work your way down his lower torso. You saw his eyes go wide and the sight of your ass - round, curvaceous, perfect, gyrating right in front of him. And he couldn’t do shit about it.
You giggled at the sight, before allowing your slender fingers to palm the bulge in his boxers. Enough games, right? Maybe he was ready for more. You definitely were.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Frank groaned, a strangled noise of desperation leaving his lips.
You slowly pulled his boxers down to his thighs, and his cock sprang free, draping upside down against his stomach.
You couldn’t help but ogle. Hard as a rock, veiny, and curved, it laid against his stomach, dribbling precum right onto him. The tip, rosy and begging to be sucked, moved with every twitch, every bulge of those veins.
“Look at you, pretty boy….” You cooed. “Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes. Howsabout a taste?”
“Y/N” he groaned louder, watching every move you made.
You batted your pretty eyelashes at him as you grabbed his cock with both hands, running your warmth all over his hard-on. You gave him the beginnings of a sensual handjob, allowing him to feel your slender digits toying with him. With each rub, each gentle squeeze, you saw him bite his lip, loving it and wanting more at the same time.
You leaned down and breathed hot air all over the tip, gaining a moan from Frank and several twitches from his member. You watched his face as you smoothly ran your tongue around the head, swiping up any dribbles of precum and tasting them.
Frank’s pupils were blown wide - he was using all of the willpower he had not to cum right now, onto that gorgeous face. God, he wanted to give you the paint job of your life. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d lick every drop right up.
Never breaking eye contact with him, you delicately wrapped your lips around his cock. And you felt it harden in your mouth as you slowly, took him all the way down to the base.
Frank’s head fell back against the pillow as he let out a low, gutteral moan from deep in his chest. He went from being barely nothing to everything within seconds; he couldn’t promise you he’d last more than 2 minutes with that fucking mouth of yours. The tip of his cock touched the back of your throat as you swirled your tongue around his length, just the way he liked.
You slowly pulled your mouth from his balls to the tip, before quickly throating his member over again, ripping a load moan straight from his chest.
“God damnit, you fucking vixen.”
“Feels’good?” You murmured against his skin as you bit the top of his left ear. “Wanna give in? Come on baby. Just say yes and I’ll give it to you just the way you like.”
You repeated your agonizingly lazy movements again and again and again, feeling Frank’s heartbeat grow faster as you dragged him kicking and screaming toward his release. You throated him to the base again and swirled your tongue toward the bottom of your mouth, licking the top of his balls.
“God damnit, baby. Shit. Gonna make me cum right down your throat. Fuck me.”
You moaned at the thought of tasting his release. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t drunk on the power and the desire, the lust of it all. You wanted every bit of it.
You hollowed your cheeks and pulled back off, leaving only the tip between your plump, gloss-smeared lips. You swirled your tongue around the head and tasted the saltiness of his precum, teasing the head for more, anything more.
Frank’s head was thrown back on the bed in pleasure - he was losing his grip on it, losing his grip on the coil quickly tightening in his stomach.
“Give in to me, baby. Please give it to me. Give in to me.” You moaned, giving him those doll eyes he couldn’t resist.
He lifted his head to see your doll eyes and heaven-sent body sweaty and waiting on the floor as you made his cock disappear inside that impossibly wet mouth over and over. And over.
He started sloppily thrusting his cock into your mouth, messily face fucking you until he couldn’t hold on anymore.
“FUCK, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” He groaned loudly into the air as he shot hot ropes of cum down your throat. His hips stuttered and spasmed as you swallowed around him, greedily taking anything he had to offer. Even after his high, you continued to suck him dry, overstimulating him and causing his legs to spasm before you finally freed him from his torture.
He collapsed on the bed, legs falling toward either side of him as he huffed.
“Frank, look at me.” You purred, finally releasing his member from your mouth. He tiredly lifted his head to see your tongue out, naughty eyes staring at him so innocently look.
“All fucking gone, sugar.” You say as you show not a drop of cum left on your tongue, before licking your lips, closing your mouth, and flashing him a smug, triumphant smirk. “All gone.”
For a moment, he says nothing. All you hear is the huff and puff of you lover as he tries to catch his breath. You rise from the floor and sit on his lap, proud of the work you see lying on the bed beneath you.
That’s before you see Frank slowly raise his hands as far as they could go above his head, and in an instant, forcefully pull them down toward his stomach.
He grabs your hips and pulls you toward his face with force so powerful you got whiplash. Your hair flew over your face as you were rutted forward, pulled across his body with enough force to-
To get you over his chin, and onto his face.
He places you right down on his mouth and wastes no time thrusting his tongue deep inside you. A wanton cry is ripped right from your chest as the surprise and feeling of taking you all at once. It was so much, so much that you couldn’t describe. You gripped the headboard for dear life as you grinded your hips down on his face, followed by three sharp slaps to your ass.
“Frank, what, wha-” You cried as he slapped your ass a fourth time, before going back to gripping your hips. He left red marks carved into you as he buried his face in your cunt, taking everything and anything from you like a man starved.
“Baby, i can’t fucking cum like this, not again!” You cried, throwing your head back in the air. Your voice was broken and husky, overworked from the man underneath you.
But he was generous, wasn’t he?
“You want it another way? Fine. Fucking fine by me.”
He grabbed you off his face and manhandled you onto his lap, before lining up with your entrance and slamming you down on his cock. You arched your back and screwed your eyes shut as he crudely gripped your hips and maneuvered you up and down, slamming your hips down on his member over and over again. You couldn’t escape the way he was pounding you, using you.
The ex-soldier damn near came in you from the sight. Fucking you senseless on top of him like his own personal fuck-doll. He watched your plump ass bounce on top of him in the mirror in front of your bed, and promptly gave your hand-printed ass several more smacks in the same spot. You cried out and seethed from the shock, the pain dulling in comparison to being split open on his cock.
The sight of you was nothing short of pornographic. Your full breasts, completely bitten, suckled, with hardened nipples, bouncing up and down on him.
Your eyes screwed shut, eyebrows crinkled, and mouth agape in delectation. Your pussy, sopping and soaking Frank’s balls, swallowing up his cock again and again, squeezing him like a vice. Watching your face as you took the pounding Frank was giving you should’ve been fulfilling enough, vengeful enough for him, and don’t get him wrong, it was - but he wanted more.
Frank pulled you off him, and in an instant, flipped you on your back. Grabbing your left and right ankle, he positioned them on his shoulder and leaned into you, pinning your knees against your chest before lining himself back up with your entrance. You cried at the feeling of him stretch you out in this position. You could feel him even deeper, even harder, as he re-established his pace.
“I need to see that pretty face as you take it. Fucking take it, sugar.” He groaned as he rammed his hips into you. He overworked that spongey sweet spot in your pussy, demanding more from it with every thrust. You couldn’t tell who’s juices were who’s; the sheets beneath you both were drenched.
“So fucking wet. So fucking tight. You like that babydoll? Like it when I fuck this little pussy? Like it when I take it?”
“Yes baby, God!” you cried as he snapped his hips against yours. “I love it, love it so much.” You were babbling, you were losing it. And you didn’t care. You couldn’t care.
His words started to blur together as your body started to tremble under him. Your face twisted and turned as you felt yourself going numb, something so big building up in your gut, you just couldn’t, you just couldn’t-
“Frank baby, fuck, I’m gonna, fuck!” You cried as a coil in your stomach fractured. You imploded, you burst, you shattered. The feeling of cock pounding you without mercy against that perfect spot just did something to you.
Frank pulled out, just in time for you to squirt all over his stomach. You arched your back and screamed his name as he slapped his cock onto your clit, your juices coating his cock.
“Good fucking girl. That’s what I like, sugar. Just like that.” Frank groaned at the filthy sight. He knew you were right at that edge, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get that tonight. He’d be damned if he didn’t give it to you, finish you off*.* He bent down to take one lick of the mess you made before thrusting back into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he entered once again.
“You feel that? You feel me fucking balls deep in this cunt? Huh?”
“C-can’t fucking t-take it!” You stuttered out, brain frazzled and desperate.
“Tell me who this cunt belongs to, sugar. Remind me.”
“You, shit, it’s you! Frank please!”
Upon hearing that, Frank leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“You got it, baby. One more for me. We’re gonna cum together, babydoll.” Frank groaned, his thrusts becoming uneven. “Come on and give it to me, sugar.”
“Got one more in me, sugar. Gonna fuck my cum right into you. Gonna give you all of me.” He moaned. “Don’t hold out on me, fucking cum for me.”
You moaned incomprehensible nonsense and dribbled into the pillow underneath you as his rough thrusts grew sloppy, the feeling of you clench around his cock enough to tear his second orgasm right out of him. You screamed out as you felt your orgasm violently crashing over you, completely taking over any and every sense you had left. He joined you as he laid slack on top of you, burying his head in your shoulder as he shot hot, white ropes of cum deep into your cunt.
And then, all was (mostly) quiet.
Frank rolled off of you, as you both laid in your soaked sheets, immovable. Spent and hazy, sweaty and satisfied. Lost in the moment, lost in the feeling.
“You alright, babydoll?” Frankie cooed, finally breaking the silence and brushing your hair out of your face. You were completely destroyed, eyes shut as your chest rose and fell.
And to him, you couldn’t be more beautiful.
You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, espresso brown eyes filled with love and adoration. You couldn’t help but crack a dopey grin - all of that just for him to melt into the same lovesick puppy he hid under all of that toughness. The puppy that only came out for you.
“Please babygirl, let me know if you’re alright.” He said softly, eyes searching your face in concern.
“You piss me off to no end, soldier boy.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes in his direction.
A smile broke out on his handsome face as he rested his hand on your cheek.
“Hey, well let me tell you something - That mouth and that attitude don’t do you no favors neither, pretty girl.” He says, trying to catch his breath.
“You love it though.” You say, before nestling your head in his shoulder and pulling the messy covers over the both of you.
“Yea, babydoll.” He says, kissing you on the head.
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