hit me
summary: fem!reader asks frank to slap her in public, she needs relief from overwhelming tiredness!
warnings: slapping, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, pet names, voyeurism?
a/n: this is completely self indulgent i’m a masochist what can i say
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the mid-highway diner is quiet this late at night, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the smell of greasy fries and coffee thick in the air. the five of you are crammed into a big corner booth; ray, mikey, gerard, and frank all looking rough as hell after last night’s afterparty.
hungover, sunglasses still on inside, downing black coffees and picking at plates of food like it might bite them back.
you’re slumped against frank’s side, eyelids heavy, exhaustion pulling at you hard. the long night, the travel, everything has you fighting to stay awake, a mix of anxiousness and extreme sleepiness. your bottom lip pushes out in a tired pout as you blink tiredly.
finally, you sit up a little, cheeks already warming as you look at frank and stutter out bluntly in front of everyone:
“frank… will you slap me? please? i’m so tired… need it to stay awake…” you mumble outright.
the table goes dead silent for half a second.
then Frank’s eyebrows shoot up, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face despite the hangover. gerard chokes on his coffee. mikey’s head snaps up from his phone. ray just stares, fork halfway to his mouth.
frank lets out a low, amused chuckle and turns toward you. “jesus christ, baby. no warm up, huh? just straight up asking daddy to smack you in a diner so you don’t fall asleep in your pancakes.” he teased, but he was used to your tendencies.
before you can shrink back in embarrassment, his hand comes up fast. a sharp, firm slap lands across your cheek, crisp and loud enough to echo off the booth walls. your head rocks to the side with a tiny gasp.
the sting blooms hot and immediate.
and just like that, the heavy exhaustion cracks. your eyes widen, a rush of alertness hits you, and your whole body perks up. the fog in your brain clears as you straighten in your seat, breathing steadier, completely eased up.
but the blush hits you like wildfire, cheeks burning bright red as you realize what you just asked for… and how loudly it happened in public.
frank laughs outright, cupping your reddened cheek and giving it a teasing little pat right over the slap mark. “there she is… one slap and my sleepy little masochist is wide awake. look at that blush. so adorable.” he grinned devilishly, ruffling your hair fondly.
gerard leans back with a shit-eating grin, stirring his coffee. “bold choice in a diner, dude. respect it.” they were all used to this by now, i mean you had to deal with gerards obvious vomit appeal, so… no kink shaming here.
mikey snorts, hiding his laugh behind his hand. “she just… asked- in front of everyone. ‘daddy slap me so i don’t nap.’ fair play.”
you bury your burning face against Frank’s shoulder, mortified but undeniably more awake and relaxed, a shy little smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “shut up… all of you,” you mumble, voice muffled.
frank wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your warm, slapped cheek. “aw, don’t be shy now, baby. you’re the one who blurted it out like it was the most normal request in the world. can’t even stay awake without daddy smacking her around.” he teases, voice low and affectionate, thumb stroking the sting. “if you start nodding off again I’ll bend you over the table and give you a proper wake-up call. right in front of the guys.”
the table erupts in tired, hungover laughter. you stay tucked against frank, blushing furiously but smiling, the slap keeping you perfectly alert and the teasing somehow making everything feel lighter.
“love you, daddy,” you whisper against his neck, earning another round of groans and laughs from the band.
frank just grins, holding you tighter. “love you more, you ridiculous, perfect girl.”
