Would you be open to writing for Dr. Frank Langdon? If so a fluff or smut would be highly appreciated :3
(No pressure!!)
FRANK LANGDON
yesss omg we love frank over here !! im sorry this took a while, tumblr kept acting stubborn i hope you like it !! ^^
summary : [frank langdon x fem reader] you finally get some peace and quiet after the pitt has finally settled down in the night, you haven’t spoken to frank all day but luckily…
wc : 903
cw : smut, semi-public sex, fingering, slight aftercare, softdom, yearning, bittersweet
The lights hummed softly above, the empty hospital hallway was in a subtle glow. It was late, the Pitt's frenzy long settled into quiet, and you found yourself lingering after your shift, pulse quickening at the sight of Dr. Langdon approaching. He didn't hesitate, closing the distance with that intense gaze locked on you, and you met him halfway, your body already buzzing with anticipation.
His hands found your waist, pulling you against him firmly, and you surged up to kiss him, rough and hungry, your lips crashing together as if you'd both been starving for this all day. You moaned softly into his mouth, tasting the faint coffee on his tongue as it delved deep, exploring with a possessiveness that made your core clench. Your fingers clawing at his scrubs, tugging him closer, the fear of getting caught flickering in your mind but only feeding the thrill.
"Frank," you breathed between kisses, your voice laced with need rather than doubt, even as you glanced toward the distant nurses' station. "What if someone sees?" But even as you said it, your hips pressed forward, grinding lightly against his thigh, betraying how desperately you wanted him right there.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he nipped at your lower lip, drawing a gasp from you. "Then let them watch," he murmured, but his tone was teasing, affectionate. His hand slid up under your scrub top, warm palm grazing your skin before cupping your breast. You arched into it, whispering his name like a plea, your body screaming yes even as your mind whispered caution.
You wanted this, god, you wanted him—more than the risk scared you off. His other hand dipped to the front of your pants, fingers deftly undoing the tie and slipping inside. You widened your stance slightly, inviting him in as he brushed over your soaked panties. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, and the raw approval in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
"For you," you admitted, voice husky, as he pushed the fabric aside and slid two fingers into your cunt. The stretch was perfect, filling you just right, and you rocked against his hand immediately, chasing the friction. He curled them deep, stroking that sensitive spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit. You bit your lip to muffle your whimpers, but they escaped anyway, soft, needy sounds that echoed faintly in the empty hall.
The danger of the hallway, with its endless stretch of linoleum and shadowed corners, only fueled the fire. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging in as he pumped his fingers faster, the slick slide of them in and out making obscene, wet noises that you both ignored in favor of the building pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him, tightening with every thrust, and you whispered encouragements against his neck. "Don't stop, please, feels so good,” your fear melting into pure want.
He captured your mouth again, the kiss turning fiercer, tongues tangling as he added a third finger, stretching you wider and drawing a sharp cry from your throat that you swallowed down. You were close, so close, hips bucking into his hand with abandon, every nerve alight with the ecstasy of him taking you apart right there.
Footsteps, you heard them. They were echoing from the far end of the hall. You both stilled, your breath catching as you pressed tighter against the wall, his fingers pausing deep inside you. He didn't pull out right away, just held you there, his free arm wrapping protectively around your waist. The steps hesitated, then turned toward the elevators, fading into silence without drawing nearer.
Relief washed over you, mingled with the lingering ache of denial, but before frustration could set in, Langdon withdrew his fingers slowly, wiping them off with his handkerchief he carried. He brought his hand up to cup your face. His eyes softened, that sharp edge giving way to something tender as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, slow, lingering, full of warmth.
"You alright?" he asked softly, thumb tracing your jawline, his voice a soothing murmur that made your heart flutter in a different way.
You nodded, smiling faintly as you leaned into his touch, the fluffy affection chasing away the adrenaline. "Yeah... just wish we hadn't stopped."
He pulled you into a hug then, arms enveloping you completely, his chin resting on your head as he nuzzled your hair. "Me too, sweetheart. Maybe later tonight." His words were laced with promise, cute and loving, a soft kiss planted on your temple to seal it.
You melted against him, savoring the rare gentleness, the way he held you like you were precious. But as he eased back, straightening your clothes with careful hands, a twinge of disappointment settled in your chest. "Go on," he said, giving your hand a squeeze. "I'll follow in a minute. See you soon, love."
He stole one last kiss, sweet and unhurried, before slipping away down the hall, his figure disappearing around the corner. You watched him go, leaning against the wall with a sigh, the emptiness of the hallway mirroring the quiet ache inside you. Your body still hummed with unspent desire, thighs slick and sensitive, but the promise of later softened the upset, leaving you counting the minutes until then.
this shit is so good
