Blonde!Frank older bf x reader during pandemic shut down
Can't believe I'm writing a fic that takes place in 2020 but that's what this era of Frank was. Sue me idk. Its literally just porn tbh so who cares
Frank is constantly in his damn studio, ever since the pandemic started a month ago that's all he would do. Wake up, make coffee for you both, then go play in his home studio until it was time to sleep.
Suppose there's not really much else to do necessarily, but a movie night or just to hang out every once in a while would be nice. Plus it's been entirely too long since you both spent some alone time together, if you catch my drift.
It was a Saturday morning so you weren't working. Your job had made you an 'essential worker' so you were still working but today you were off and you had finally had it.
Springing up out of bed, you devised your plans. You could be sweet, sexy and loving. Okay, fine I guess. Or.. you could be the biggest and best brat this side of Jersey. You knew which would get Frank the easiest.
Frank was already in the studio, working on a new song for his upcoming album. You listen for a bit through the door, its a pretty melody, coupled with him singing along to the lyrics. It'll be a beautiful album. But that can wait, you however, can't wait.
A soft knock on the door and you come in, he's got his headphones on but one side tilted so he hears you enter. "Hey baby, what's up?" He asks looking up from his notebook with song lyrics and notes scribbled over the pages.
"Frankieee.." you whine as you walk up to him, setting the notebook and guitar aside with a pout.
"Aw what's the matter baby, hm?" He asks as you sit down on his lap. Your tshirt riding up a bit, he notices the cute but skimpy choice of underwear you picked out.
You put on your best pout and run your hands through his hair. "Need you." Is all you can manage to get out. It's always been so easy to fall into subspace with Frank, he's so caring and gentle with you. Its almost like he's a different person than when he's destroying you into the mattress.
"Need me, huh baby?" His voice comes out gravely into the side of your neck, kissing softly. "Tell me what you need hun, use your words for me."
"Mmmplease Frankie.." you whine, suddenly feeling too shy to say what exactly you want. You know what you want, Frank absolutely knows too. He just loves to hear you say it.
"Please what baby, come on." He encourages gently as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties.
"Touch me, please Frankie." You ask sweetly, hoping that'll be enough.
"Yeah? Touch you where, sweetheart?" He pauses, sliding his hand down your panties. "Here baby?" He asks as he gently toys with your already soaked folds.
You whimper and nod your head. "Deeper.. please Frankie."
His rough and calloused fingers slide deeper, rubbing soft circles over your clit and tearing a breathy moan from you. It's been entirely too long since Frank has touched you so you are quite sensitive right now.
You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he rubs you and holds his other hand over your lower back. "That's it baby, that feel good?" He'd ask softly, wanting to make sure you felt good.
And of course it did, Frank knew all the spots to hit. He was older than any of the other guys you dated who seemed to know fuck-all about female anatomy. No, Frank was definitely more experienced than that and he wasn't happy until you've came first.
He'd pick you up then and take you over to his office chair, setting you down gently and getting down onto his knees on the floor. He'd lift your legs over his shoulders and plant his face right between. Happily eating you out with an extremely skilled tongue.
One good thing about lock down in a house with the closest neighbors about a mile away is that there's nobody to disturb you, or hear you scream.
And boy did Frank make sure you screamed. Sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over it quickly before flattening his tongue out and swirling it around. You came at least 3 times all over his face, he'd lap it up like a man starved each time.
After you physically couldn't come anymore, thats when he would finally fuck you. Bending you over his desk, he loved doggy.
He may have been gentle leading up to this but now that he's got you in the position he wants you in? You become his little fuck toy. He sets a quick and brutal pace right from the beginning, holding onto your hips and squeezing so hard you think you'll bruise.
Frank wasn't small either, each thrust inside reminded you of that. He could hit all the right spots with ease, making you see stars as you clench around him after he pounds into your g spot over and over again.
He loved the feeling as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock. He'd try to hold back but you just felt too good around him he can't help but come deep inside, filling you up completely.
hmm rereading my work until it stares back at me with a tired face and says pill, we can't do this again, we cant keep meeting like this, it's almost midnight. pill. you know you can't fix me. i dont want to be fixed. but im too in it. then? cut to black because it gets freaky
