"Frankie..." the whimper rips from your throat, echoing off the light pink walls of your bedroom. It's late, maybe 1 or 2 am? You couldn't tell, not with Frank being so so close like this.
You'd been sleeping before you felt his lips on your neck, a needy little whine leaving his lips, "Baby... you awake sweetheart..?"
Oh, you were definitely awake now.
His cock slipped inside you easily. A few nights before Frank murmured against your lips, "It's like coming home..". You couldn't stop thinking about it.
You whined louder now, when Frank's thrusts got a little deeper. His soft palm came to cover your mouth gently. You mewled.
"Shhhh baby," he whispered against your chin, "Feels that good huh?"
You nod, eyes wide with want.
"M' gonna need you to stay quiet for me sweetheart, don't want the neighbors to hear your pretty moans,"
It only made you want to be louder, he slowed his pace when he felt your gummy walls clenching down, wanting to make the pleasure last a little longer for you.
Frank pulled his hand away from your mouth to rub slow circles into your clit, making your eyes roll back.
A proud grin appeared on Frank's face and he laughed lightly as he teased you, "Is my sweet girl close? It's only been a few minutes honey..."
A choked out plea of his name left my mouth "Frankie... Frankie please..."
"So good for me," he murmured against my lips.
Frank quickly realized the only way to actually keep me quiet? Was to kiss me senseless while I came.
c.ws :: mdni , smut , slight degradation , missionary so you can continue arguing , dirty talk.
"stop being so fucking mad at me." frank grumbles out from above, driving the point home by grinding his cock in deeper inside you. your thighs quiver despite yourself where they're hooked around his waist, lewd slapping noises permeating the room just to tease you. âi said sorry an hour ago.â
you keep turning your face, trying to angle it out of reach, or at least force the fury back into your expression. you canât fight the scrunch of pleasure that crosses your face, however. he can see that too. the grudge held like a stone dam, meant to keep your pride immune and well guarded from the way he's fucking you into the mattress. but it never works.
"mânot-"
"you are." he nips at your shoulder, voice muffled. "you keep clenching up when i talk.â his hips rear back steadily, a wet squelch sounding from where you're joined, then he sinks back in with a grunt of effort. "except down here."
the truth stings worse than the fight itself: frank knows you like the back of his hand. the front and back. he knows exactly how to fuck you until your resentment feels misplaced and petty.
hands that had been pushing against his chest find the silky sheets instead, clutching tight.
"it was a stupid fight," he pushes in again, slowly, allowing you to relish in the thick ridge and veins dragging along your walls while he explains the situation to you.
"and you know it." pride makes you not answer, of course, the only thing you can manage is a soft whine.
"sweetheart," he sighs. "you really gonna let me cum in this pussy while you're busy pretendin' to hate me?" you blink up at him in silent retort. defiance radiating from every inch of your face.
"mmm." the man even has the audacity to pinch the bridge of his nose, like you're the one being unreasonable. like heâs not currently balls deep. "always so fucking stubborn." he reaches between your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit. "you think i like walking out?"
rage bubbles back up your throat at once, rolling your eyes with the little attitude you had remaining. "you slammed the door â our door â and left."
"you knew damn well i'd come backâŠâ he grunts, not missing a beat to retort. an especially brutal thrust has you seeing stars. "youâre a smart girl, stop acting stupid, yeah?" you try to hitch your hips, to hurry him along but he only holds you down, eyes narrowing.
"go ahead and scream all you want, curse me out, break something if you need to. but don't fall asleep hating me.â he rambles on, shaking his head faintly. âcanât take that shit."
your words come out sharp, bitter once you find your voice. "so whatâs your plan, fuck me into forgiveness?â
there's no hesitation in him when a toothy grin splits across his face, "there you go. if we fight in the morning? before work? fine. but if we're sharing a bed like this, we fix it before we close our eyes. understood?" no thought forms twice before your head's nodding stupidly, not an ounce of resistance (or dignity) left in you as he sinks back in.
Sunlight streamed into your bedroom windows, light golden hues that managed to cloud your judgement. It was a secret drug that made a promise of five more minutes turn into another hour or two.
But today it didn't matter, today was Sunday, and neither you nor Frank had work.
The first thing that woke you up was the feeling of his hand tracing light patterns into your back.
The second was the feeling of his lips placing light, soft kisses into your shoulders, neck, and jaw.
The third was him whispering in your ear, "I know you're awake baby."
You pout, reluctantly opening your eyes. "How'd y' know?" you yawn.
"You're blushing," he whispered with a soft smile, burying his face in your neck. You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck, squishing him further into the flesh of your neck. He was not complaining.
His hand came around your side, squeezing your hip before trailing down to your thigh, his touch light as it led to your inner thigh.
"Frankie its 8 am," you whisper out breathlessly.
"Hush, its almost 9."
"That's not much better," you giggle.
His hand didn't stop, instead he rubbed soft circles into your inner thigh, right next to where you were desperate for him.
"Honey," he whispered, "do you honestly think I care what time it is when I have you looking so beautiful next to me?" he murmured into your neck.
"Frank..." you all but whined.
His fingers brushed against the front of your panties, toying with the lace, lightly running his thumb against where he knew you were most sensitive. Then he stilled and hummed.
"What is it?" you whispered.
He lifted his head from the crook of your neck and grinned down at you, "For someone so concerned with the time, you sure are soaked, babe."
Okay sue me I am on the "frankie" train and i can't get off. also ive never written smut before so i am trying to dip my toes in before diving.
synopsis: frank is a messy eater and youâre feeling a little shy about it.
warnings: smut (MDNI), oral (f!receiving), trinity santos thinks sheâs funny and sheâs 100% right
notes: this is my first time writing smut so i hope it is good and that yâall enjoy!!
for a man that looked like he wandered out of a frat house and into an emergency department, frank langdon was a surprisingly giving lover.
the first time you had sex, he was impeccably gentle with you. he prepped you for what felt like hours, not worrying about himself until you were practically sobbing for his cock. and of course, this preparation included eating you out until you were yanking on fistfuls of his pretty hair for leverage.
it was an amazing first timeâmind blowing, evenâand as you started becoming more comfortable with intimacy, you began exploring more. different positions, varying speeds, new words whispered in your ear⊠the one thing that remained constant though?
that man always, always, went down on you.
âitâs not like iâm a virgin, santos, iâve just never⊠like, nobodies everâŠâ you struggled to cough out the words, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead just from the thought of it.
âate your pussy?â
now you were hardly an innocent flower, but that had you clutching your pearls. âtrinity santos! weâre at work!â
she rolled her eyes, ever unimpressed. âwe are on break and in your office, i think weâre in the clear.â
you huff, avoiding her eyes. âiâve received my fair share of head,â you concede. âiâve just never had a guy like it so much.â
she quirks a brow. âheâs that into it?â you lower your voice on instinct, looking at her with an intense honestly. âhe doesnât even take a breather! i think heâs trying to suffocate himself in my vagina!â
santos shrugs, expression dead serious. âi mean, death by pussy sounds like a solid plan to me.â
the absurdity of that statement, the sheer unbelievable notion, is what made you voice it to frank later that day.
âyou know what santos said earlier?â frank had just released your lips for the first time in half an hour, the movie on the TV long since forgotten.
frank hummed, his lips already trailing down your neck, over the barely healed hickeys heâd left there the night before (thank god the morgue was cold and you could wear a turtleneck without any questions).
âshe said that âdeath by pussyâ was a solid plan,â you laughed, though it came out more nervous than intendedâwhether that was your hesitance around the topic or his teeth on your throat, you werenât sure.
frank laughed briefly, absentmindedly, evidently much more interested in marking every inch of skin youâd let him. âi mean,â he murmurs, the vibrations on your pulse point making you shiver. âsheâs not wrong.â
your brows furrowed, breathing still heavy. âreally?â
he nods with another hum, though this one sounds more like a moan as he crawls down your body, teeth almost tugging on the band of your sleep shorts. âi wish i could drown in this pussy every goddamn day, but youâre always crying and pulling me away.â
you scowl, swatting at his headâheâs laughing before you even make impactâas he finally starts to pull off your clothes.
âarenât sick of it yet?â you ask. âi mean, i am enjoying myself, but arenât youââ
youâre cut off by something you certainly didnât expect: the sound of a forceful tear and a franks tongue diving into your very suddenly bare pussy.
âfrank!â you squeak, somewhere between arousal and horror. your hand flailed to find the back cushions on the couch, desperate for an anchor as frank pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders.
âiâll buy you more,â he practically growls, and it seems that he is making good on his promise to drown himself down there.
âyouâ god, you freak!â you try to laugh, cut off halfway by one of those wretched moans only frank pulls from you.
the sounds he makes though are down right criminal in comparison. he moans as if this is providing him some sort of stimulation, moves his head like heâs looking to make a mess of himself, lapping at you while juice drips down his chin like heâs found the last piece of fruit in a barren land.
âfrank, thatâsâ thatâs enough!â you gasp after your first orgasm, but your thighs are still flush against his head, holding him in place.
he groans into you, thick fingers clinging to you. âyou okay?â
you writh under him, unsure if youâre looking to push yourself closer or pull away. âyouâre hard, frankie, let me take care of you too!â
he shakes his head, popping off of you just enough to meet your eyes with a strikingly drunken smile. his chin is glistening, lips swollen and red. âi already came.â
âhmm?â the orgasm either made your head fuzzy or you heard him right. âyou cameâŠ? from that?â
he nods, licking his lips. âso⊠can i keep going?â
You'd been looking forward to tonight for days. You had the perfect outfit picked out, makeup done in just a natural enough way that it looked like you weren't wearing any, and you were wearing that lacy black set that always made Frank shiver.
He'd bring you flowers, because of course he did, you weren't bragging to your friends for nothing. He held your hand all the way to the car, opened the door and helped you in. And when he started driving his hand fell to your knee, rubbing smooth circles into your warm skin. Warmer because he always made you feel like you were on fire.
He asked about your day, wasn't satisfied until you told at least one little story that brough a smile to your face. He told you about his day, some of the bizarre cases he had during his shift.
He reminded you not once, not twice, but four times that you looked beautiful.
He paid the check and you walked back to the car. He drove you both home and walked you to your door, the true gentlemen way.
"So..." he murmured as you took your keys out, already at your front door. "You have fun tonight?" he grinned at you.
You couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face, "Of course I did Frankie."
He seemed to melt at the nickname, "Yeah?"
You nodded, and opened your door, you left it open as you set your keys down. When you noticed Frank had stayed by your threshold you sighed, "You weren't going to leave yet were you?"
A wide smile spread over Frank's face as he shook his head, "No chance, baby."
And let's just say he might have spent the rest of the night showing you how beautiful you looked in the warm light of your apartment.
My first little drabble! I love making these little moodboards! Send in any requests you might have!
telling frank youâve never had a pelvic exam and youâre weâll past the where you need them. oh he doesnât like that.
of course he has to give you one himself !! your your health !
| frank langdon x reader . . . warnings. mdni, smut, pelvic exam, medplay
"what do you mean?" he asked you worried
"I mean, I've never had a pelvic exam?" you said turning back around to put the fruit in the fridge
he was shocked absolutely bewildered that you've never gotten your exams yet "but you're 24. you should've had one a while ago???" frank was shocked. "did no one tell you that?"
"yess I know I need one I just keep forgetting... it's not really on the top of my list right now frank" you huffed out a laugh carrying on with unpacking groceries. you didn't want to admit how scared you were of it
then he got that look on his face. the one he makes when he gets a gross idea "well you know, your boyfriend is a doctor " he said all sultry rounding the island
you gave him a laugh "okay? gonna schedule an appointment for me, get me a discount?"
"or i could just give it to you myself?" franks hands slid around your waist. kid lips pressing against your jaw. you pulled away from him to put the rest of the food away"frank, knowing you it wouldn't just be a pelvic exam"
"c'mon! it's free of charge, i can do everything for you" he insisted "i'm a great doctor"
"i know you are, that's how we met remember?"
after much convincing you gave into his requests. "baby don't you trust me? i'm doing this for you" "this is just so i know you're okay" you sighed and gave him a nod. maybe it would be better this way, maybe you wouldn't be so nervous
a few days later you were home working on your laptop and watching tv "baby, c'mon let me give you that exam" he said kicking his shoes off and hanging up his jacket "ugh now? i told you id just go to the actual gyno" you said setting your laptop aside.
"mhmmm.... c'mon" he pulled a few things out he needed for the swab and what not. helped you take your panties off and put his gloves on "spread your legs" it was so embarrassing for some reason he'd seen you in much worse positions before. you propped them up spreading them wide and looking down at him
"look how pretty, prettiest pussy i've ever seen" he cooed, kissing the inside of your thigh "frankâ"
"nuh-uh, s'doctor langdon right now okay?" he looked up at you
"doctor langdon that's not a very appropriate way to treat your patients..." you mumbled. "yeah.. you're right but you're my favorite patient" he said he started with running his fingers up through your folds, chuckling when your legs twitch to close "mm... keep these open for me"
you tried your hardest but when he slid to fingers in and stretched you couldn't help but try to close them. "dont make me get the spreader." he warned and you complied. "sorry s'just... is this really how a pelvic exam is?" you asked him with a whine
"are you seriously doubting me? I'm a doctor I wouldn't purposely perform an exam incorrectly" he scoffed, offended at the, very true, accusation.
"so tight, look at that, just fucked you last night stretched you open real good and you're already back... look at that..." he cooed mockingly as you whined. "gotta relax so I can take a swab okay?" you gave him a nod closing your eyes to relax your body.
"goooood girl....." he dragged, shaking the swab and putting it in the sample jar and setting it aside.
"are we done?" you asked, brows knit together. his fingers still pumping inside you as his thumb moves to roll over your clit.
"no, baby girl, not even close" he smiled sinisterly his head going down between your legs giving you licks and sucks against your clit. "waitâ doctor... fuckâ" you gasped and he came up with a smile "gotta see how you orgasm. y'know, for your health" he said burryinghis face back into your pussy
hello i am new hear but i love da pitt!! i plan to post little ideas here and drabbles i guess!! i haven't written any fanfiction in YEARS so i will be working up to that!!! i love da pitt sm
