Your Love is Like a Drug | Frank (Endings Beginnings) x Reader (Angst/Smut)
Category: Angst/Smut
(Suggested) Age: 18+
Trigger Warnings: None, other than some bad language words and a bit of substance use.
Content Warnings: Frank is warning enough tbh, unprotected sex, a visit from our friend Colonel Angus, blink and you'll miss it Dom/Sub vibes.
Summary: You know Frank is bad for you, but sometimes the worst things for you, feel the best.
Word Count: 3,178
Cross Posted: on both AO3 and Wattpad
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You sat at the bar, the loud music thumping through the crowded room.
A drink sat in front of you on the wooden surface untouched, crystalline droplets of condensation carving paths down the sides of the glass.
You felt nauseous.
Your entire body was alight with hyper focus, before you came you had popped a Xanax to calm your nerves. It hadn't helped. Your stomach was in knots.
Maybe he wouldn't show, and you could just relax and finally move on.
You scrubbed your face with both hands, regretting even coming to this place.
It was stuffy from all the bodies moving around, everything felt tight.
You knew you should leave. You should pay your tab and walk out the door. Nothing good ever came from seeing him. But he was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.
He could never give you what you really truly wanted. He wasn't the type to settle, to grow roots with someone.
No, Frank was anything but.
He was like the sickly-sweet taste of nicotine. He was the shot of adrenaline to the life you felt you were sleepwalking through. He made you feel alive.
No matter what, if he called, no matter how long it had been, when you'd hear his voice on the other line, you'd drop everything just to see him."Fucking pathetic," you muttered, finally taking a drink.
You loved him—deep down—you knew that's what it was, underneath the addiction.
You just didn't know how to quit him.
And you didn't want to.
Someone sat on the stool next to you and your entire body lit up. That first hint of his scent, like leather and spice, hit you and that feeling of longing in your chest sparked into a flame.
You turned and your eyes met his ocean blues. You leaned on your hand against the bar and took the sight of him in.
His hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, curling slightly at the ends. His face was covered in several days of scruff. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his own.
You knew exactly what he could do with that slick muscle behind his teeth. Your body heated at the thought. You have the rest of him a brief glance. Ratty white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, dark jeans covering his thighs.
You needed a hit. You yearned for a taste of your favorite drug.
"Hey," he finally spoke, and you let his voice wash over you.
"Hey," you responded, staring into his eyes, watching them flicker back and forth between yours. You didn't miss his inspection of your body. He didn't try to hide it.
You wondered idly if he felt the same desperation you did to mold yourself to his body. If he was imagining wrapping you in his arms and taking possession of your lips.
You wondered if the reason he always called you when he was in town was because maybe, just maybe, he was just as addicted as you were.
You convinced yourself that was true as he placed his large hand on your leg. The warmth from his touch shot through you, your muscles clenching and wetness pooling between your thighs.
"You gonna finish that?" He asked, nodding towards your drink.You had forgotten about it honestly.
"Be my guest," you murmured, and you watch the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled softly. He leaned forward to take hold of the glass and you could feel his breath on your neck as he did.
You sucked in a small gasp as his hand on your leg tightened his grip. He leaned back, his intense eyes locking with yours as he lifted the glass to his lips.
You watched his Adam's apple bob with laser focus as he swallowed the amber liquid. You wanted to sink your teeth into the skin below his jaw. You wanted to claw the flesh on his back with your nails. You wanted to feel raw from the scraping of his stubble against your inner thighs.
Frank's eyes dilated as if he could read your thoughts, his nostrils flaring as he set the drink down in the bar. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet, removing a few twenty-dollar bills and placing them on the bar.
You watched as he stood, your heart pounding. You found yourself struggling to take a full breath as he held out his hand to you.
He didn't have to ask. He never did. It was inevitable, the two of you coming together. Like two planets sucked into each other's orbit.
You placed your hand in his, the contact shooting a bolt of lust through your already overstimulated body. He pulled you from your seat and with a gentle tug lead you out of the building.
You followed him silently, your soul tethered to him more so than your hand latched onto his ever could be.
He led you to his car and opened the passenger side door. His hand grazed against the skin peeking out between the hem of your shirt and your jeans as you slid past him into the vehicle.
Your skin burned from his seemingly innocuous touch, spreading throughout your body as he shut the door firmly and walked around the back. Your eyes trailed after him in the rear view.
"I got our room," he spoke into the dim interior as he pulled away from the bar.
Our.
Your heart skipped painfully at his words, but you shoved the feeling down.
"You always do," you responded quietly.
Whenever he was in town, Frank would rent a room at a local hotel for you both to lock yourself inside. Always the same one – Room 813. You too had started to think of it at yours. The two of you, laying claim to the space you would come together in.
You sighed as he reached his hand over to stroke your jaw with his knuckles. His fingers gently swept a few stray hairs behind your ear before trailing a path of fire down your arm—finally coming to rest on your upper thigh.
You squeezed your legs together, attempting to release the ache, the emptiness you felt between them.
"Frank,” you rasped as his hand moved to your inner thigh. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the road.You balled your fists tightly against the seat, your eyes on him, watching as his jaw clenched.
When his fingers skimmed the seam at the apex of your thighs you sucked in a sharp breath. Frank's eyes darted to you and then back to the road, a smirk on his lips.
"Screw you," you snapped.
"I intend to," he quipped.
You moaned as he deftly unhooked the button on your jeans. He slid the zipper down, torturously slow. Your breathing grew ragged as he slid his fingers into your underwear, and you heard his sharp inhale when he found how soaked you were.
"Fuck," he muttered, stroking your folds. His expert fingers finding your clit, making you jerk against his touch.
"Hold still. I'm driving," he chided.
You moaned, forcing your hips to still as his fingers continued their assault on your pussy.
"Good girl," he praised. Your eyes rolled back as he slipped a finger inside you, rewarding your obedience.
He fucked you with one hand while the other held a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.
You eyed the bulge between his legs and tentatively reached for it.He pulled his hand from your wet heat, causing a distressed whine to leave you.
He shot you a scolding look before licking his fingers clean."Not yet," he said, and you realized you have arrived at the hotel. You struggled to calm yourself as he shut off the engine. Before you could blink, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your head over the center console.
His lips crashed against us yours, and you gasped into his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to dive in. You both moved against each other in a familiar dance. It was like riding a bike, you never forgot how to kiss Frank.Your hands grasped the fabric of his shirt as your tongues and teeth clashed as the frenzied want flowing between you crested.
You pulled back when the need to breathe forced you too, but not far. You could feel the heat of his breath against your flushed face, you both stared at one another. Equally lost to each other's presence, the high filling you both to the brim with want.
Leaning in, Frank pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away completely, and you immediately felt the loss of his warmth like a living breathing thing. Your body physically ached to be pressed tightly against his.He moved swiftly around the car, opening your door and helping you out. His hand stayed firmly at the small of your back as you both followed a familiar path to Room 813.
The moment the key from his pocket granted you both access, you both crashed back together. Hands grasping, lips exploring, breaths mingling.You removed your shirt in a rush to feel his skin against yours, and he followed suit.
When you were both bare from the waist up, Frank pressed you against the door; the bare skin of your back hit the cold surface, cooling your heated skin.
Gooseflesh prickled your skin as his lips connected with tiny patch of flesh below your ear. You sighed against him as your breasts grazed his chest, your nipples pebbling.
Frank's hands gripped your hips, and he pressed his hardness against you. You moaned into the dim hotel room.
The only light came from the small gap in the curtains on the window. The light from the streetlamps illuminating small stretches of skin, casting Frank's features in shadow.
Frank grasped your thighs and lifted, wrapped your legs around his hips. His lips left trails of moisture down your neck and across your collar bone. He ground himself against where you both met, still separated by layers of clothing.
"I need you," you gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling with his teeth.
"I know, baby," he breathed against your skin, giving the same attention to your other nipple, causing both hardened tips to throb.
"Frank," you pleaded as he ground his sheathed cock against you again.
He pulled off your nipple with an audible pop.
"Yea?"
"Take your pants off."
Even in the dimly lit room, his smile lit you up. He held you close before pulling you off the door and spun around, taking a few steps then dropping you onto the mattress of the king sized bed.
You bounced a bit, a laugh escaping you as he hopped on one foot removing his shoes. You scrambled to unbutton your pants and slide out of your jeans, but Frank stopped you when you began to remove your lace panties.
"No," he snapped. "Let me."
You blinked once at his tone and nodded in agreement. You watched, mouth watering, yearning desperately for his touch as he pulled his pants off and then removed his briefs.
His cock sprang forward, and your eyes widened as you took in the way it curved slightly.
Your eyes met his as you licked your lips, hands idly moving across your stomach. Frank settled himself over you, his hardness resting against your thigh. He pressed his lips against yours gently. His hands moved everywhere, trailing across your body—worshipping you. Setting you aflame from within.
He kissed a path down the center of your chest, his tongue dipping into your belly button as he moved past.
When he reached the apex of your thighs, you watched through the haze of lust coursing through you as he inhaled deeply. His eyes flashed and then he used his teeth to pull the lace waistband of your panties down, exposing your pussy to him.
His hands aided his teeth in removing the scrap of fabric. Then they gripped both thighs and spread them gently.
The first graze of his tongue against your core had you gasping; your hand gripped the hair at the top of his head.
He let out a groan as he tasted you, feasting like a man starved. Your sweetness the only meal that could sustain him.
You rocked your hips against him, and his tongue explores your folds, remapping familiar territory, send your head reeling back into mattress.
You could feel the pressure building, sure to burst at the seams. His gripped him tightly against you, his responding sounds only heightening the pleasure you felt.
His hands gripped your thighs like a vice."Let go baby. I want you to cum on my face," he murmured against your lips. The vibrations sending from his voice, sending you over the edge.
Your orgasm rocked through you, your hips thrashing against his face, your muscles ridged as you road out the waves of ecstasy.
When you finally found your breath and came down from the high, Frank kissed your thigh gently and moved back up your body.
His skin pressed against you, his weight familiar and welcome. He kissed your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue.
"You sound so good when you cum," Frank whispered against your lips.He positioned his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm.
Your eyes shut tight as he rubbed the tip of his cock against you, back and forth—back and forth. He lined himself up, making you suck in a breath in anticipation, then he stilled.
"Look at me," Frank commanded. Your eyes shot open locking with his.
He entered you in one solid thrust. You gasped at the fullness, and the feel of his cock filling you.
Lightning bolts of sensation shot through you, your skin tingling. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around his hardness. He let out a deep groan that vibrated through his chest into yours.
You wrapped your legs around him as he thrust against you. He set a brutal pace, but you welcomed it. Your eyes stayed trained on his, the intensity of his stare paralyzing you. Your nails left marks across his back that would still be there in the morning. He used his lips and teeth to leave marks across your chest, like little signatures.
He laid claim to you with his touch; he consumed you with his caress. He owned you with each thrust.
You placed both hands on either side of his face pulling him down to you, kissing him desperately, drinking him in, clinging to every sensation in the hopes that you could keep them with you in the days to come.
After he was gone.
You forced yourself to ignore the sharp pain in your chest; you tightened your grip on his face and rested your forehead against his. You felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
You turned his head, nibbling on his ear lobe before whispering against his skin.
"Fill me up."
He let out a ragged gasp at your words, moaning your name, dropping his head against your neck as he spilled himself inside you.
You held him tightly as his movement slowed, his cock softening inside you.
You ran soothing hands across the raised lines on his back from your nails, and you relished the fact that he would have your marks on him.
After a moment, Frank gently pulled out, and you immediately felt empty. He rolled to his side keeping his skin pressed against yours.
The both of you stared at each other as your breathing began to even out. Heartbeats slowing, pounding gently in their separate cages.You felt like yours was bleeding out as you watched his eyes grow heavy. His hand on your waist, legs tangled with yours. His beautiful face slowly relaxed, and his eyelids fluttered as you stroked his chin.
"Get some sleep," you whispered, kissing him gently.Frank nodded and his arm tightened around you slightly before he drifted off.
You lie there, wrapped up in his arms in the darkness. Patches of light casting shapes and shadows across his skin.
He was like a drug you couldn't quit. Always chasing after the next fix, desperate for the high of being in his arms.
And now you were sinking in the after, the comedown from the high. And it made you feel sick.
You could feel the evidence of his release slowly leaking between your thighs, but you couldn't make yourself leave the comfort of his arms.You fought as hard as you could to stay conscious. You always did. Desperate to cling to every last moment. But sleep was a cruel mistress who pulled you into her embrace.
......
You woke up in a daze. Your head pounded in your skull, your body sore in all the best places. You smiled faintly, remembering the reason for the ache, stretching your tight muscles. As your arms spread across the mattress your eyes shot open. Stomach dropping.
The hotel room was bright, the sun made its way over the horizon hours ago. The faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the air, and you felt your heart sink as you took in the empty space beside you.
You sat up in bed, the sheet pooling at your waist, your bare skin prickling in the cool morning air. You held back a sob when you didn't see Frank's clothes anywhere.
You scrubbed at your face, furious with yourself for expecting anything different than what you always got with him.
You pulled your knees to your chest and placed your forehead against them, sucking in a stuttering breath.
The door to the bathroom opening had you jumping out of your skin.
Frank stood in the doorway, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, his clothing rumpled from a night spent on the floor.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, his voice muffled.
You felt your chest fill with warmth. He stayed. He was still there. You were having trouble believing it.
Frank smirked, "Come on lazy bones. Get showered, I'm hungry."
You smiled in spite of yourself. Your body filling once more with that familiar feeling, this time not the regular hit, but the heavy warm caress of that deeper emotion you worked hard to ignore.
You let that feeling unfurl as he smiled at you.
"You ok, Baby?"
"You'd stayed," you whispered, still shocked.
Frank had the decency to look guilty at your surprise.
"Yea. I did."
You smiled, holding back tears and leapt from the bed wrapping your naked limbs around him, peppering kissing across his face. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and you found in that moment it was your favorite.
