Dbf!Frank Castle who’s got a large and tender hand on the back of your head - palm gentle while his thick fingers thread through your hair, silently guiding your rhythm.
“That’s ittt, baby. Be a good girl and take my balls in your mouth,” he says. You pull off with a pop and get lower while you steadily pump his length, tucking your head right below his dick. You take one of them into your mouth, sucking and licking. You take the other and do the same. He shudders above you, and his abs tense at the sensation. He loves how little your manicured hand looks wrapped around him tight, wet as you spread your spit over him. “S-shit, yeah. Jus’ like that. Mm, my nasty girl,” he growls. “Where’d you learn to suck cock like this, honey?” You drop his sack out of your mouth to answer.
“Porn…mostly,” you say, lips ghosting against him. His brows pull together and his eyes sharpen defensively.
“‘Mostly???’” he repeats irritably. “The fuck you mean, ‘mostly’?” You smile up at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye. His brows jump up, and his eyes narrow. But then he smirks, almost likes he’s entertained. You’re fucking with him. His girl’s fucking with him. “Oh you wanna be naughty? You wanna be a fuckin’ brat, baby? Get back up here,” he orders. He tangles his hand in your hair again and guides you back into his cock. He adds pressure when he pushes your head down, burying his dick in your sweet mouth as he bucks his hips up, gagging you. “Yeah, not so funny now, huh? Not with daddy fuckin’ your throat like this?”
A single tear slides down your cheek as you try to open your throat as much as you can, taking the ‘punishment’ he’s giving you. In fact, the ‘punishment’ is only spurring you on. Your other hand slides down your smooth tummy, and into your baby blue thong to rub steady circles on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed and you hollow your rosy cheeks to take all of him. Spit is rolling down your chin, and there’s clusters of teardrops clinging to your long, pretty lashes. And it’s your ‘punishment’ that makes Frankie shoot his load between those glossed, now slobbery lips. His head falls back and a low, guttural groan slips from his parted, plush ones.
His eyes screw shut in ecstasy as he pushes your head down - his dark, coarse pubes tickle against your nose.
“F-fuck,” he whimpers as you help him ride out his high - until it’s too much and he pulls you off of him. You swallow and lick your lips, batting your eyes sweetly at him. After a few moments he opens his eyes and sits up a little to look down at you. He smiles, chuckling at the beautiful mess you are right now. Your hair is a mess. Some of it’s in your eyes and some of it is stuck against your sticky lips. Your eyes are glossy and your cheeks and chest are a flush pink. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that? C’mere. Give your old man a kiss, you little troublemaker.”
reader torturing jack in the ed by giving dick sucking gestures ♡ maybe even notes about how she wants fingers inside of her if they go to the breakroom for just a few minutes ♡ jack feeling rock fucking hard and giving in cuz who is he if he can’t treat his babygirl?
18+ MDNI
jack's just been soooo busy lately. you're not the type of girl to straight up ask him to fuck you, still a little too shy, so you just bide your time. he can't go forever without it, right?
it's been a week since the last time you fucked, and you're going a little insane. it's not like you're even consciously thinking about it, but every mundane thing just seems to turn sexual for you. and jack notices.
he knows you two haven't been intimate in a while, but he hasn't been wanting to overwhelm you, to avoid the risk of coming off like some perverted older guy who can't keep his hands off of you. he's a seasoned attending physician, damn it, he can restrain himself! but he eventually realises what it's doing to you, his poor baby girl, and he feels a little guilty.
he sees the way you absentmindedly bob your head a little while you're sucking on the straw of your iced coffee. he watches your cheeks hollow slightly. and he knows your tongue's curling around it like it does the underside of his dick :(
he even catches you stroking your waterbottle up and down while you chat to a colleague by the nurse's station. it would look innocent enough to anyone else, but jack recognises the subtle way you flick your wrist on the upstroke, and it has him stiffening in his scrubs.
he's starving you of cock, and you're too sweet to tell him :( it gets to the point where even the sight of jack's biceps bulging under his scrubs has you soaking your panties, and you know you just can't take it anymore. you grab a pen and some scrap paper — ripping off a piece of a fudged ECG destined for the recycling anyways — and scribble down a note on the back. you muster up the courage to shove it into the pocket of jack's scrub top when he passes you in the hallway.
he watches you scurry off before he can say anything, an amused smile curling at the corners of his lips. he pulls out the scrap of paper, and reads:
feeling needy :( sorry :( need you so bad, jack, come and meet me in the breakroom when you can? sorry again :(
jack coos internally, then heads straight there. the minute the two of you are alone, he's all over you, trying to make up for lost time.
"no need to apologise, sweetheart," he mumbles as his stubble scratches against your cheek.
he has you soaking his fingers, your juices running down the tanned, freckled length of his arm as your thighs writhe around it. "you're fucking back on it, princess, look at you. can you hear how wet you are? must've been needy, huh?"
"y-yes, been needy a while, needed you so so bad..."
"oh, baby... i could tell you've been needy, just wanted to hear it from you." he curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot, pecks your soft lips as you whimper, then continues, "next time you need daddy, you just come and ask, alright? you're a big girl, need to use your words."
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ you’re soft-spoken, virgin living with her older sister sibella finally gives in to the persistent, cocky advances of elias “stack” moore—her sister’s boyfriend’s friend.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ something to feed you guys because i’ve became so not active. enjoy!
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➤ 10.3k
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ virginity loss, smut, rough sex, breathplay, choking, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, black reader (but anyone can imagine themselves), dumbification, fingering, oral (f. receiving), backshots, size kink, modern au, slight pain from first time, post-sex soreness.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
you never really cared when sibella and her man got loud.
they could be in the next room, door cracked open, her voice moaning high-pitched and desperate while his sounded like it came from his chest—gritty and mean like he enjoyed knowing she couldn’t keep quiet. it happened too often for it to phase you. maybe the first time you’d been embarrassed. maybe you’d rolled your eyes, stuffed a pillow over your head, huffed loud enough for them to hear. but now? you were used to it. background noise. like the heater kicking on or a pot boiling over.
sibella had always been the wild one. you were soft. quiet. watched and listened more than you spoke. you liked your room, your books, your own air. sibella, on the other hand, liked attention, chaos, dick. she’d tell you things you never asked to hear—how good it felt when he held her neck, how she liked it rough, how you were too uptight for your own good.
“you gon’ die with that pussy untouched,” she said one night, fresh out the shower in a towel, her eyes still lined in smudged makeup.
you just looked at her from your bed, a little amused. “and?”
“girl,” she laughed, climbing up beside you, “you act like keeping it makes you better. ain’t nobody judging you, but you really ain’t even curious?”
you shrugged. it wasn’t that you thought you were better. you just didn’t want to fake wantin’ something you didn’t feel yet. and maybe it wasn’t even about sex, just the idea of someone close—really close. breath on your skin, hands down your thighs, someone else seeing all of you. you didn’t know what that would feel like, and you didn’t think it was something you wanted to rush. sibella had called you “old-fashioned.” her boyfriend, troy, had called you “uptight” once, but you didn’t care. it was your body. and they could live how they wanted, but so could you.
until he started coming around.
stack.
the first time he showed up at your apartment, you ignored him like you always did with troy’s friends. they’d come in loud, laughing, all of them trying too hard to impress each other. chain-smoking, playing music, shouting about basketball or some shit you didn’t care about. you usually stayed in your room. maybe came out to grab something to drink or use the bathroom. most of the time they barely noticed you. but not stack.
from the second he laid eyes on you, it was like he already knew you were gonna be a problem for him. and he decided to be one right back.
“damn,” he’d said loud, grinning, watching you walk to the fridge in your house shorts. “she don’t say hi? too good to speak?”
you didn’t answer. not even a glance. pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back to your room. door closed behind you.
that was the beginning.
he started showing up more after that. it didn’t matter if troy was around or not. sometimes he’d knock on your front door with food for sibella, claiming she asked him to drop it off. sometimes he’d come by just to talk to troy, linger around the living room even when the conversation dried up. you caught him staring. a lot. and he didn’t try to hide it either.
“yo,” he said one night from the couch while you passed through in leggings and a hoodie, “you ever wear anything that don’t hug that ass?”
you gave him a flat look. “do you ever shut the fuck up?”
he grinned like he liked that answer. like you fed him instead of shut him down. “mmm. lil attitude. i like that. you actin’ mean, but i know that’s just ‘cause you shy.”
you rolled your eyes. sibella laughed from the kitchen.
“you might as well get to know him,” she said later, when y’all were alone. “he not that bad. cocky, yeah. but that’s just how he is. underneath all that extra shit, he cool.”
you weren’t convinced. but three months of him showing up, finding you in whatever room you tried to hide in, cracking jokes, complimenting your skin, your mouth, your shape—he wore you down. maybe it was the way he’d make you laugh without meaning to. or the fact that when you actually sat down and talked to him, he had more to him than you thought. he was smart. surprisingly observant. he’d tell you about his childhood, his mom, his twin brother. and when you spoke, he listened. remembered little things you said in passing and brought them up days later.
“you like strawberry cream in your coffee, right?”
“you said you like sade—put this on.”
“you was talkin’ ‘bout them earrings you saw at the mall. i got you a pair.”
and it started getting harder to treat him like the rest.
you didn’t mean to let your guard down. but it was hard not to with him. stack had a charm about him that crept up slow. he was always touching you. not in ways that crossed lines at first—just light brushes against your waist when he passed behind you in the kitchen, knuckles on your thigh when he leaned too close, fingers tucking a curl behind your ear. at first, you shut it down. pushed his hand off your leg. shifted away from his body. made sure he knew you weren’t that type of girl. but he never got mad. never pushed. he just gave you that same cocky-ass smile like he knew you’d give in eventually.
“you playin’ hard to get,” he said once, his thumb dragging lazy circles across your bare knee. “but you like that i’m on you. you just don’t know what to do with it yet.”
you didn’t even respond. but your breath had caught in your throat when he said it. and he noticed.
he always noticed.
still, you never told him you were a virgin. it wasn’t something you wanted to throw out casually. you figured he probably assumed you were just picky. maybe waiting for the right one. sibella never told him, and you doubted troy knew either. and honestly, you liked keeping that part of you tucked away.
then came that one night.
it was a friday. sibella and troy had gone out, probably wouldn’t be back ‘til the next morning. you were stretched out on the couch in your usual—short shorts, tank top, no bra, nipples pressing faintly through the fabric. you weren’t trying to be sexy, but you weren’t hiding either. you texted elias just outta boredom.
you busy?
he texted back quick.
for you? nah. slide thru? or you want me over there?
come here.
ten minutes later, he was knocking.
he smelled like his cologne, the one you were starting to recognize. brought a little weed with him, a smirk that made your stomach flutter even though you pretended it didn’t. y’all rolled up on the floor first, sitting cross-legged across from each other, talking shit. smoke drifted lazy through the room. the air got thick, quiet between laughs and teasing.
you felt good. loose. warm behind the eyes.
“i don’t get you,” he said low, leaning back on his elbows, watching you from the couch now. “you sexy as hell, smart, got that attitude on you… but you act like you scared of me.”
“i ain’t scared,” you said, biting your lip slightly.
“nah. you are. or maybe you scared of you. ‘cause if i touch you again, you gon’ fold. i see it all on your face.”
you didn’t answer. you were already crawling into his lap, slow and deliberate like your body moved before your brain. the weed had you floatin’. his eyes locked on yours, waiting.
“yeah?” he said, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, fingertips just under the edge of your shorts. “you sure you want me touchin’ you?”
you nodded, heart racing.
you kissed him. for real this time. not like the other stolen little moments when he’d pressed his mouth to yours and you turned your head too quick. this was deep. hot. full of tongue. he gripped your hips tighter, groaning into your mouth like he’d been holding back too long.
his hands moved. over your ass, up your back, fingers gripping the sides of your tank. he kissed your neck, sucked at the curve of your collarbone. heat spilled down your belly. your legs were straddling him now, his dick hard under you through his sweats, pressing up against your core.
he flipped you under him, moving slow like he was waiting for you to say no. one hand slipped down your stomach, toward the waistband of your shorts, and just when he hooked his fingers in—
“wait,” you whispered.
his eyes flicked up.
“what’s up?”
“i’m a virgin.”
his face went blank. still. he blinked, mouth parted just slightly like he didn’t hear you right.
“what?”
you looked away. “i ain’t never… like, at all.”
he sat back on his heels, staring at you for a long second.
“you serious?”
you nodded.
he exhaled slow, ran a hand down his face.
“…fuck.”
his “fuck” lingered in the air like heat.
for a second, you thought he might leave. thought maybe you read it wrong—maybe the way he’d chased you down for months didn’t mean he actually wanted you like that. maybe it was just for show, a game to get you to break. but he didn’t move. didn’t get up. didn’t pull away either.
he just looked at you different now. softer, but still sharp. eyes a little darker. mouth twitching like he had a hundred thoughts moving at once.
“…you shoulda told me that shit,” he muttered, finally. “damn.”
you swallowed, feeling small under him, but not in a bad way. just new. raw. like being seen too clearly.
“you mad?”
he shook his head slowly. “nah. i ain’t mad. just… surprised. you ain’t act like no virgin.”
“how they act?”
he leaned forward again, lips brushing your neck now, voice dropping lower. “not like this. not sittin’ in my lap wit’ no bra on. not kissin’ me like that. shit, i thought you was just takin’ your time. had no idea i was gon’ be the first.”
you shivered under his mouth.
“you want me to stop?”
you shook your head.
“aight then,” he breathed, hands sliding back down your thighs. “you sure, you let me handle it.”
he kissed you again. deeper this time. slower. like he was tasting you different now. his hands didn’t rush, but they didn’t hesitate either. he dragged your shorts down your legs, steady like he was unwrapping something delicate. your tank top went next, peeled off and tossed aside. your whole body burned. you covered your chest at first, instincts kicking in, but he gently pulled your hands down.
“nah. don’t hide all this. lemme see it.”
you looked away, but he tilted your chin back to face him. he stared for a long second, eyes trailing down your curves like he was trying to memorize every line.
“god damn, girl,” he whispered, low and reverent. “you really built like this under all them hoodies?”
you blushed, biting back a laugh.
he moved down your body slow, mouth brushing your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. then he was kneeling between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder, spreading you open like he had all the time in the world.
“shit,” he murmured, thumb dragging over your folds. “so fuckin’ pretty. pussy fat as hell.”
you squirmed under his grip, toes curling.
“you ever play wit’ it before?” he asked.
you nodded. “sometimes.”
“show me.”
you hesitated, but he gave you a look that melted any doubt in your chest. you brought your fingers to your slit, shy at first, dragging them up the center like you were doing it in secret. he watched you like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. eyes locked. jaw tight.
“mmm. there you go. you wet already?”
he ran his fingers over yours, dipped one between your lips and brought it up to your mouth.
“taste that shit.”
you sucked his finger slow, your own breath catching as you did.
he groaned. “fuck, you nasty already. i like that.”
then he lowered his head.
his tongue was slow at first. wide, wet licks that made your whole body tremble. he took his time, holding your thighs open, lips sealed around your clit, tongue dragging figure eights against it ‘til you moaned out loud without meaning to.
“don’t hold it in,” he said against you. “i wanna hear that shit.”
he sucked harder. circled your clit faster. then slid a single finger inside you and your hips jerked up from the bed.
“tight,” he growled. “fuckin’ gripping me.”
you grabbed at his hair, breathing fast now, your whole body winding tighter and tighter until everything snapped. your legs shook around his head, mouth open but nothing coming out except a breathy sob as you came for the first time with somebody else’s mouth on you.
he pulled away slow, lips shiny, licking his bottom one like he’d just finished dessert.
“damn. you taste like peaches or some shit,” he said, laughing low. “sweet ass pussy.”
you were still trembling when he moved back up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
then he pulled his sweats off.
your eyes widened.
“…elias.”
he smirked. “yeah?”
you didn’t even know what to say. he was thick. long. heavy. it curved up slightly, veins bulging down the shaft, head dark and already leaking. he stroked it slow, watching your face like he wanted to see your brain short-circuit.
“this too much for you?”
you nodded, honestly. “i dunno if it’ll fit.”
“it will,” he said, voice low and certain. “i’m gon’ go slow, baby. i got you.”
he kissed you again, then guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it through your folds.
“just breathe. let me in a lil at a time.”
he pushed slow. real slow. and it still burned. you winced, grabbing onto his arm, and he stilled right away.
“you good?”
“keep goin’,” you whispered, nails digging into his skin.
he went deeper. inch by inch, until your eyes rolled back and your breath caught. he filled you completely, bottomed out with a groan in your ear.
“fuck,” he muttered. “you tight as a fuckin’ vice. shit.”
he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust. kissed the side of your neck, your shoulder, your cheek.
“you takin’ it so good, baby. ain’t even cryin’. first dick and you already built for it.”
he moved his hips slow, dragging out, then back in, just enough for you to feel the stretch again. it was painful, but the pain faded quick. pleasure started creeping in, humming low in your belly.
“see that? told you i’d make it fit.”
you whined beneath him, eyes fluttering.
“that’s it,” he said, fucking you a little deeper now. “let me ruin you.”
your fingers gripped the sheets. he held your throat lightly—not tight yet, just enough to feel the pressure. his other hand cupped your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple.
“feel good?” he asked. “you like this dick, don’t you?”
you nodded, breathless.
he tightened his grip on your neck just enough to make your head float.
“say it.”
“i—i like it,” you stammered, brain going fuzzy from the pressure, the stretch, the sound of his voice in your ear.
“yeah you do. got that virgin pussy dumb already.”
you moaned louder.
“you ain’t never gon’ forget this dick,” he said, cock driving deeper now, hips smacking yours. “first one in it, first one to stretch it, first one to own it.”
you couldn’t even speak.
he flipped you over, pulled your hips up and fucked you from behind now, one hand on the small of your back, the other gripping your hair.
“this the angle that’ll fuck the innocence out you,” he muttered, dragging his dick slow then slamming back in, making you scream into the mattress. “you feel that in your gut?”
your whole body shook. you were drooling on the sheets, eyes wet, legs trembling.
“lemme see that face,” he said, pulling you back by your hair. “look at me while i break you in.”
you glanced over your shoulder, mouth parted, and he almost came right then.
“beautiful ass girl. i swear to god, i’m gon’ fuck you stupid.”
and he did.
he didn’t stop. kept going, made you cum again—twice, maybe three times. you couldn’t keep track. everything was wet. the sheets. his chest. your face. your thighs. he lifted your leg, drilled into you from the side, choked you through another orgasm. your moans turned into sobs. pleasure ate your brain alive.
“stack—fuck—i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he growled, pounding into you. “you takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ.”
your nails raked his back. his hand squeezed your throat again, hard enough to make the edges of your vision blur.
you came one more time, back arched, toes curling, legs locked around his waist.
he groaned deep, spilling inside you with a twitch.
everything went still.
all you heard was your heartbeat. your breath. his deep, ragged one against your skin.
you were ruined. for real.
he kissed your forehead after, gently. ran his hand up and down your back.
“you good?”
you nodded, tears drying on your cheeks.
“…i ain’t never lettin’ nobody else touch you,” he said, voice low, possessive. “you mine now. you know that, right?”
you just nodded again.
because deep down, you already knew.
you woke up before him.
barely. the sun hadn’t even fully crept through the curtains yet. just a strip of light cut across your comforter, hitting the edge of the bed where elias was sprawled out, ass-naked, sleeping like he’d just come home from war. one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped where your body had been. the sheets were a mess. the air still smelled like sex, weed, and sweat.
your thighs ached.
you groaned softly when you moved, careful not to wake him. every inch of you felt sore—inside, outside, places you didn’t even know could hurt. your hips were tender. your legs had that heavy, overworked kind of weight to them. and your pussy? bruised. not in a bad way. but like it remembered every single stroke.
you held onto the edge of the dresser for balance while you stood up, wobbling a little. took a second to catch your breath. your legs did not feel normal.
“damn…” you muttered, barely able to walk straight as you grabbed a towel and slipped out the room.
the water in the shower hit different. you stood there for a minute, letting it run over your body, steam curling around your face while you leaned a hand against the tile. your whole body was humming—raw, open, still floating a little from the night before. flashes kept replaying in your head. his hands on your throat. the way he moaned your name against your ear. how many times you came. how he kept going even after you said you couldn’t take it.
you touched between your legs under the water and winced.
he really meant that shit when he said he was gon’ ruin you.
by the time you dried off and wrapped up in a big t-shirt, your legs were moving better. you still had a little limp, but nothing dramatic. the hallway felt quieter than usual. you figured sibella and troy hadn’t come back yet. probably stayed at his place.
you walked out into the kitchen, yawning, about to fix some eggs or something light, when you saw her.
bella.
sitting on the couch in her work clothes, sipping a mug of coffee and staring right at you.
your stomach dropped.
“…you back already?”
she didn’t even blink. didn’t even answer.
just smirked.
“…you got your lil virgin ass fucked, huh?”
you blinked, froze by the fridge.
“what—?”
“don’t even try it,” she said, standing up slow, walking over to lean against the counter across from you. “we came back early. me and troy. around two. figured we’d crash here instead. we wasn’t even gon’ bother you—until we heard you screamin’.”
your face heated instantly.
“bella—”
“nah,” she cut you off, wide-eyed and laughing, “nah, girl. you was in there hollerin’ like somebody took the damn soul out your body. like—goddamn. i was impressed! my lil sis got some lungs on her!”
you groaned, turning around to hide your face behind the fridge door. “please shut the fuck up.”
“you shut the fuck up,” she cackled, sipping her coffee louder. “you had my man like, ‘ayo, is that stack in there?’ i said, ‘who else would it be?’ you know he ain’t never quiet. i shoulda known from the second he started comin’ over too often. he was locked in on you. and you was playin’ all innocent.”
you mumbled under your breath, grabbing eggs from the fridge.
“girl, spill the damn tea,” she leaned closer. “was it good? how big was it? that man fine as hell. look like he dickin’ every bitch down, and now he got you stuck.”
you refused to give her full details. your body still felt too open, too exposed from what happened just hours ago. like your skin still remembered his hands. like it wasn’t meant to be talked about yet.
so you gave her one thing.
you looked up at her, dead in the face.
then held your hands apart, slow.
a little bigger.
then a little bigger.
then wider.
her mouth dropped.
“…bitch.”
you smirked. “exactly.”
bella screamed into the kitchen towel, spinning in a circle like she just heard the juiciest gossip in her life.
“i knew it! oh my god. no wonder you limp-walkin’. ohhhh, he really broke you in!”
“bella, please go to work.”
“no, bitch, you need to call out. i know you not sittin’ in no office chair today.”
you shook your head, laughing quietly, cheeks hot, chest fluttering at the memory. she eventually left, still shaking her head and giggling like she’d just found out her favorite show got renewed. and as soon as the door clicked behind her, you walked back to your room.
he was awake.
half-sitting up on your bed now, chest bare, sheets low on his waist. eyes still a little heavy but locked on you the second you walked in.
“where you go?” he mumbled, voice thick and scratchy.
“shower.”
he yawned, then grinned slowly as his eyes trailed down your body again.
“how you feel?”
you climbed back into the bed, under the covers. still warm from where he’d been laying.
“…sore.”
he smirked, proud. “good.”
you gave him a look, rolling your eyes.
“what?”
“you proud of yourself or something?”
he pulled you in, kissed your neck slow.
“yeah,” he muttered. “you still here, ain’t you?”
you didn’t say anything. just buried your face in his chest and let your limbs tangle into his. his fingers found your thigh again. light, lazy touches.
jack abbot loves when you tell him how much you love him during sex. he’s so cocky about it, holdin your legs up and grunting out a “yeah? you love me? i love you too, baby” before he’s cumming inside you seconds later. there’s just something about you being so fucked out, pawing at him and trying to hold onto anything while he pounds into you, yet still being so fuckin’ sweet and babbling ‘i love you’s between thrusts that really gets to him.
Being on call with older bf! frank is simultaneously the absolute best and worst thing ever. At first the call was nothing, just you updating him on everything he was missing while he left you at home to fend for yourself. He was saying all the right things at the moment that you wanted to hear.
Saying how much he missed you, how good you probably looked waiting for him to get back, how he couldn't wait to get back home to you. Soon enough he could feel his pants tightening at the thought of you on the other. You could hear his belt being unbuckled in the middle of your rant making your freeze.
"Frankie, what are you doing?"
"Just miss you so much sweetheart. Think you could do something f' me? Hm? Wanna hear you fuck yourself for your Frankie."
His gruff voice as he tells you to push your fingers deeper into you makes you crave so damn bad, you couldn't help but do as he asked. You pushed your boxers down just enough to slide your hands between your legs. Frank let out a raspy chuckle, working his hand up and down his dick. A harsh hiss left his lips when his finger ran across the slit to collect the precum forming.
"Missing me baby? Fuck. Know I've missed you so much. Been thinking bout fucking you since I left. Keep fucking my fist to the thought of you, thought of that pretty mouth of yours. Gonna suck me real good when I get home yeah?"
In the first version of this it was pointed out to me that Splinter’s teeth were wrong. So fixed them and reposting
From my Yakuza AU world. So Mikey has always been a chaos goblin. Getting out of bed in the middle of the night, hanging from sewer pipes, it is a wonder Yoshi didn’t go grey early. And the bigger problem was Mikey didn’t want to listen to Master Splinter when he tried to correct him. So, Splinter made this stuffed octopus (who still needs a name and I am open to suggestions). Mikey climbed up on the bookshelf? Octopus could convince him to get down. Mikey won’t eat his veggies? Octopus says he loves veggies so Mikey will give them a try. And as with all well loved toys sometimes kids love just a little too rough so he needs repairs over the years.
So I don’t usually do backgrounds like this. This was supposed to be just a sketch. Then it was supposed to be just flats. Then my SO convinced me to do the whole thing lol
So yes, I am planning on doing the other three but it might take time as this took me a week and a half.
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