Pain relief
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Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader
Warning: Smut! MDNI 18+, P in V intercourse, fingering, frank castle 🤝 a pet name, some drinking, swearing, over medicating mentioned, blood, injury, mild surgery, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread 🥲
A.N: this man has be in a chokehold
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“Can you help a buddy of mine? He’s not in the best shape and I-I don’t know where else to go.” Peter’s frantic voice on the other side of the line instantly made you agree to help him.
The second he hung up, Frank screamed at him “No hospitals, kid!” He warned the young boy who grunted as he carried him up a flight of stairs to the roof.
“It’s not a hospital! I swear!” He assured the man who was bleeding out on his spidey suit. “Hold on!” The second Frank clung to his shoulders, Peter took off.
You answered the door after a series of intense knocks and opened it with a smile, it instantly dropped and your features contorted into a confused expression. “What the fu-”
“Frank, Y/N. Y/N, Frank.” Peter panted out as stumbled into your appartment with Frank hanging off his frame. “Just a minor cut. That’s bleeding. A lot.” You and Frank shared the same perplexed look as Peter put him on the floor of your apartment.
“W-what is this?!” You squealed and tried not to fall over the man and cause him any more harm.
Peter’s phone dinged “I-I’m really sorry! I gotta go! I’ll be back later!” He rushed back out the door as fast as he came through it and tossed a random stranger by your feet.
“I told him no hospital.” Frank grunted from the floor, his hand pressing against his oozing wound.
You nodded and crouched down “Can I?” You motioned to his top and he nodded, taking it off for you. You drew in a sharp breath at his chiselled body and his wound, tenderly inspecting it with your fingers. He let out a wince and you pulled back. “I’m sorry! But good news, it doesn’t look the worst, superficial. I should be able to patch it up. You don’t mind needles do you?” You asked him.
“If I want to stop the bleeding do I have a choice if I mind them or not?” He asked and you shook your head with a soft sympathetic smile. You rushed to your feet and to your kitchen, gathering supplies when Frank called out. “Do you have any pain relief?” He strained.
“Uh I got Advil?” You shouted back. “And vodka.”
“Anything is better than nothing.” He sighed out and took in your appartment from where he was on the floor. It was cozy, like if Frank shut his eyes and imagined a warm and loving home he’d likely see yours.
“Here,” you passed him the container and bottle as you sat on your knees and threw down everything else in front of you as Frank downed some of the vodka before attempting to down half your Advil pills. “Don’t overdose yourself. You’re in a bad enough position.” You grabbed it from him and handed him two.
Frank thanked you with a grunt before slamming the crown of his head into your hardwood floor. “Shit…” he gritted as you cleaned up the wound, squeezing his eye shut as an antiseptic wipe stung his skin. That was until his eyes snapped open when he heard a faint hissing. “You got a fuckin’ blowtorch but nothing stronger than Advil?” He burst and you raised a brow. “Why do you even have one of those?”
You shrugged, taking a thin needle and heating it up on it, about to perform the most unconventional surgery you had ever done in your life. “Well maybe because I enjoy blowing things.” You quipped and looked down at Frank whose eyes were wide, you rolled your own. “That’s a joke- I’m trying to make you laugh in order to distract you.”
“Oh…” he nodded. “Ha ha.”
“Don’t flatter me with a pity laugh because I can sure as shit tell you that none of us will be laughing shortly.” You brought the needle to his skin and he levitated from the floor. You used an arm to pin him down as you carried on as he cried and groaned, writing under you as pain filled tears flowed down his cheeks and onto your floor.
“FUCK! Where’d you go for medical training?! A butcher shop?” He roared as the two of you began to sweat, for him the pain, for you the pressure.
You carried on until the wound was closed. “There that’s it! You’re done!” You pulled back and let out the breath you had been holding, sitting back and pressing your hands to your temple. Frank went to sit up but you pushed him back down again. “Just stay there for a bit okay…” you told him. “I’ll get you a pillow so you don’t get a sore neck, although I’m sure your stab wound will distract you more.” You smirked. “Not that it is a stab wound I’m sure…” you remarked, unconvinced.
You grabbed one for him and he lifted his head up for you before softly sinking it down on the pillow. “Thanks.” He uttered and you sat crossed legged beside him, cleaning up the mess. “You a nurse?“
“I’m a vet.” Frank’s eyes almost fell out his head and onto your floor at the revelation. “Yeah, I treat pets, not people, and when the kid called I thought his ‘buddy’ was going to have four legs and a tail…” you trailed off as your eyes looked up and down his frame.
“Well, I have been called a dog before…” he chuckled and you let out a laugh under your breath.
“Just take it easy for a few hours, and try not to die on my floor please,” you warned with a joking undertone. You scooped everything up in your arms and gathered your tools and blowtorch. Frank lay on his back as he listened to your soft clattering from the kitchen. When you returned to Frank he was softly snoring on the floor, you smiled to yourself and grabbed his bloodied and cut t-shirt before getting him a blanket and carefully draping it over him.
You took the top that was crunched up beside his head to the sink and tried to wash the blood stain out of it before tossing it in the drier, sitting up for a few hours to stitch it together just like you had did with him earlier that evening.
When you had finished it, you placed it by his sleeping body.
When you woke up the next morning, the top was gone and the blanket was neatly folded and placed over the pillow.
—•—
You held your phone between your ear and shoulder while carrying your grocery bags. “How’s your buddy Frank? He should really go to a doctor- those stitches I gave him were only temporary and it’s been a couple of days. He should get it checked out.” You opened the door of your apartment and closed it with your foot.
“I’ll let him know Y/N! Sorry if he was any trouble.” Peter replied.
You shook your head as if he could see you “No, no trouble.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised. “He usually is.” You laughed, reiterating to Peter to tell his friend to get to get himself checked out.
You started dinner for yourself, the tv keeping you company as you cooked. A knock at the door disturbed you, you turned the heat down and took a mouthful of red wine before rushing to your door to answer it. You took a step back in surprise seeing who was on the other side of the threshold.
“The kid told me I should see you.”
You blinked “I-I said to him that you should see a doctor!” You clarified.
“You’re like a doctor? Just an animal one?” He shrugged.
You scoffed “Just come in, Frank, before my neighbours start gossiping.” You stepped to the side and he slowly walked back into your house as opposed to being dragged and thrown into it. “You okay?”
“Yeah, everything seems okay,” he pulled up his top and your eyes moved to everywhere else and not his torso he was now flashing at you. “Do you think it looks good?”
“Y-yeah!” You managed to choke out before your eyes finally locked onto his wound. “Yeah.” You cleared your throat. “Looks alright, not infected. I can cut out the thread and put on a plaster.” Frank rolled back down his t-shirt again, you motioned him to follow you and he did just that.
“Shit, smells good in here.” He commented and you turned your head back to him.
“Just pasta- you want some?” He silently raised a hand as if to decline but the noise from his stomach told you other wise. You raised a brow at him with a knowing look. “Unless you got a whale calling out from under there I’m sure I can spare a portion for you, plus it’ll make up for the fact I need to prod about your wound again.”
Frank didn’t hesitate to change his mind.
After dinner you stood as he sat on the stool by your kitchen worktop as you cleaned up his wound and slapped a plaster on it. “Good as new,” he said and you let out an amused grunt. “Just, uh, like my t-shirt.” You looked up to him through your lashes. “You didn’t have to do that.” His sincere tone ignited a heat under your cheeks and you turned around to ensure he couldn’t see you getting flustered.
“Yeah well, heaven forbid downtown Manhattan saw you with a hole in your t-shirt…” you playfully jibed as you turned back around again, finding his eyes already on you.
“Downtown Manhattan has seen me a lot worse.” You believed that was the case. “Listen, thanks again, for everything. I should head.”
“You’re welcome,” you walked him to your door. “You should be okay to take the plaster off in a day or two.” You advised and he nodded before disappearing from your apartment again.
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Over the course of two weeks you had seen and tended to Frank’s wounds half a dozen times- as well as two of Peter’s. You could already tell by the knock on the door that it would be him with a sorry looking expression on his face. You had stocked up on Advil, vodka and first aid equipment just to be safe.
You topped up your makeup and groaned seeing a sudden downpour. Looking at your dress and heels, you contemplated changing. That was until a signature knock filled your appartment. You jogged to open it and gasped seeing Frank on the other side soaking wet and holding his nose, blood seeping from between his fingers.
“Oh my god!” You gasped and pulled him in by his wet jacket. “What happened?! Actually I don’t want to know just go to the bathroom- I’ll be there in a second!” You pushed him into the bathroom and he pulled away his hand from his face, glancing at himself in the mirror, grimacing at the mess he was in before taking a seat at the edge of the bathtub.
He heard your heels before he saw you again, your outfit creating a feeling within him that pushed out the pain.
You started cleaning him up with your antibacterial wipes as his blood continued to flow from his nose. You hummed, looking around at what you had on hand to try and control it. Frank watched your lightbulb moment and you told him to hold one of the wipes by his nose as you reached into one of your drawers.
“You goin’ out tonight?” He finally asked, as if it were stating the obvious.
You remained passive, nonchalant in your reply as you took the wipe from him, fingers brushing against his bruised ones. “Nah, I just dress like this to watch reruns of Judge Judy.” He laughed and then hissed feeling a shooting pain spread through his face. “Doesn’t matter.” You smiled to reassure him.
“Did you have a date?”
His question remained heavy as you unwrapped a packet, you looked away from his glossed-over eyes as you did, trying your best to distract yourself. “Yeah, but it’s whatever.” You inspected over his nose, trying to get away from the subject. “I’m pretty sure it’s not broken.” Frank groaned feeling something being put up his right hand side nostril. “Oh suck it up, Princess. That should help it.”
“What is it?” He asked trying to look down at it, the only thing he could see was his bright red nose. “I look like fuckin’ Rudolph…” he groaned and you smirked.
“It’s a tampon.”
“A what?!” He yelped and you laughed, telling him it really would help. “Better not be to get a kick outta me.”
“No, course not, it’s because it has good absorbency and the only thing I could get up there,” you told him as you cleaned up. “I didn’t want to go anyway, guy was weird.”
Frank blew a raspberry. “That guy was weird?! I got a fuckin’ tampon up my nose!” That made you giggle as you washed your hands of his blood. “Sorry.” He sighed, feeling bad that he kept you from going out. Not sorry because he kept you going out with another guy. His emotions were swirling over that fact, his internal screaming threatening to spill out.
You waved off his concerns. “It’s really okay. I’d rather be doing this.”
“Really?”
“No.” You bluntly replied and the two of you laughed, it echoed against the tiles of your bathroom. “Okay, lemme explain! It’s because I’d rather have you not bleeding out. Not because I don’t want to do this.” You clarified, generally motioning your hand over his face and then jolting in realisation at what you had said when he smirked. “I mean patch you up! Patch up your, suspicious cuts and gaping wounds that mysteriously appear.” You swallowed hard and felt heat rise from your ankles, your dress boiling you alive. “Uh, I’ll get something that might fit you and dry your clothes, the last thing you need is a cold.”
You turned on your sparkly heel and stopped when he called your name again, you looked over your shoulder and sent him a hum, encouraging him to continue.
“You look really pretty.”
You didn’t know what to say to him or his honeyed words that he meant with his entire heart, so you meekly nodded and closed the bathroom door behind you.
You went to your bedroom and almost collapsed against the door, you composed your breath and yourself enough to try and find clothes for him to wear. You pulled out something that was going to be the only thing that would work. “Sure hope he doesn’t kill me over this…” you muttered to yourself and then looked down to what you were wearing, deciding to change into your pyjamas.
Frank sat there in the bathroom that smelled like lavender, even through the metallic taste from the blood that was gushing out of him not too long ago. You knocked and cracked the door open enough to pass him the dark fabric in your hand. “What is this?” Frank asked taking it from you and unrolling it. “Is this a fuckin’ dress?!”
“It’s a nightgown dude! Take it or leave it!” You called from the other side of the door and heard him groan in annoyance. “It’s the only thing I have that will fit you!”
“And if I leave it?” He said and you could almost see the smirk on his face. “Would that mean I’d have to walk around your place naked?”
“Put it on Frank!” You quickly hollered back and walked away to sit on your sofa, biting down on your lip to conceal your growing smile. A few moments later he emerged from your bathroom, you placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your snort seeing him in your black nightgown and a tampon hanging out his nose.
“I look like a demented Victorian grandma!” He complained and you fell back on the sofa laughing. He rolled his eyes and walked over, dropping his wet clothes on you and causing you to gasp.
“Alright, I deserved that…” you stood up and put his clothes into the dryer as he sat down. “I’ll even let you pick wherever you want for dinner and choose a movie, how about that huh?”
He rested his head on the back of your sofa and met your line of sight.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You hummed.
“Marry me.”
You let out a bark of laughter as you tossed him your phone.
Thirty minutes later, you were eating pizza on the sofa with him and watching a movie of his choice. You were trying your best to watch it and not watch Frank’s muscular thighs peak out from the hem of your nightdress every so often when he moved, you swallowed hard and mentally slapped yourself to calm down.
You looked out the window and saw it was still raining. “I have a guest bedroom.” You suddenly announced. Frank’s eyebrows knitted together. “The rain.”
“I ain’t sugar, won’t melt if I step out in it.” He teased. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
You almost fell off the sofa at the word. “W-well it’s always there if you need somewhere to crash.” Your voice was on the verge of trembling, your arms wrapping around your pyjama clad body as if that would embrace the emotions fighting to burst from you.
A bolt of lightning, a rumble of thunder and a blanket of rain later, Frank’s features contorted into a disgusted one.
“I guess I can stay.” He took you up on your offer.
When the movie and his clothes finished drying, you both headed to bed, walking down your hallway that almost felt like an aisle with him. “Well, goodnight.” He lingered outside your guest room that faced yours. “And thanks for the…dress.” You chuckled and bid him goodnight, the two of you turning your backs at the same time. His eyes on you for a moment longer than you thought they would before he closed the door.
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You had a sleepless night, waking up early the next morning and putting on coffee that you were in desperate need of.
You went to the closed door of your guest room and knocked on it. “You want coffee, Frank?”
“Sure,” you gasped and turned around seeing Frank behind you with beads of water over his chest and one of your towels far too low on his hips. “I hope you don’t mind I took a shower.” You shook your head no while trying to look anywhere else in your apartment, a piece of chipped paint you never noticed before suddenly catching your eye. “Uh, can I get in to change?” Frank pointed at the door you were pressed against.
You nodded frantically. “Uh, sure! Yes of course!” You moved. “Do you need your clothes?”
Frank turned around, his eyes roaming up from your ankles to your eyes. “I don’t know, do I?” You gulped and he chuckled. “It’s alright I already grabbed them, thanks though, sweetheart.” You kept yourself busy in the kitchen as he emerged fully clothed. You placed a mug of coffee and toast in front of him and he took a sip, watching you flutter around the kitchen before taking a mouthful of something from a bowl. “Whatcha got there?” He asked as he chewed on his toast.
“It’s granola.”
“That shit is like eaten’ gravel,” he huffed and took another sip of his coffee.
You snorted. “You eat gravel often?”
He pointed to himself. “Can’t you tell by my face?” You laughed and reached across to inspect his nose, your gentle touch on his chin making him freeze. Your casual action sending his mind into overdrive.
“I think you look good,“ you paused. “T-The nose that is! And…yeah…bruising should be gone in a few days too.” You pulled away and carried on, walking away with your bowl. Frank reached his own hand up to where yours just was, brushing over where your fingertips sunk into his skin.
He looked around, eyes ending up on his coffee cup, the one you always gave to him whenever he was at yours that caused a wave of domestication to wash over him. Frank didn’t realise he could have a life like that again, a life that he could maybe share with someone, his life accepted by you.
You cared for him and didn’t question it, you just did.
He swiftly stood up and cleared his throat “I, uh, gotta head Y/N!” He said collecting himself and his thoughts.
You emerged from your room with a disappointed expression on your face. “Oh, okay. As long as you’re alright.”
He nodded, heart almost bursting out of his chest and flying to your gentle hands to hold at your kindness and concern. Before you realised, Frank placed a brief kiss to your cheek and flew out the door.
You stood in your hallway in your pyjamas, brining your hand up to your cheek that was burning from where he had kissed you.
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“Hey!” You smiled and glanced over Frank from where you were standing on the other side of the door before letting him in. “Hmm you’re unscathed. Unlike me…” Frank tensed, instantly concerned that you were injured. “Cat scratch.” You rolled up your sleeve and showed him your arm and the tension in his muscles relaxed.
He chuckled. “I know a good pain relief combo. Advil and vodka.”
You smirked rolling down your sleeve. “That would probably kill me off, I’m sure I’ll survive just fine.”
Frank followed you in and joined you on the sofa. “I sure hope so, who else is gonna patch me up? Sure as hell not the kid.” He nervously laughed as you shook your head with a bashful grin.
“I’m sure you’d find someone…” your soft admission sent a twinge he hadn’t felt in a long time through his heart.
“Nah, it’s gotta be you, sweetheart.”
Your eyes flickered to his lips after he casually licked them and you shifted slightly on the spot. “So,” you moved on as quickly as you could. “You’re not bleeding out, what brings you here?”
“What?” He cried out as if he was getting caught doing something incriminating. “I can’t see my favourite fixer-upper?!” You loudly laughed at that. “And make her laugh like that?”
“Oh please…” you playfully pushed his shoulder but kept your hand in place.
Frank’s hand casually landed on top of it, brushing his thumb over your own. “Well you always take care of me, figured it’s about time I take care of you.”
“I don’t need taken care of.” Your half-assed attempt at assuring him didn’t work.
He shook his head in protest. “Everyone needs something.” His voice dropped to a whisper and his eyes fell to both hands on his chest. “That isn’t Advil and vodka.”
You swallowed hard, feeling your breath catching in your throat. “What kinda pain relief would you recommend…?” You matched his tone as he slowly moved forward.
“I can kiss it better.”
Your noses brushed against each other and your lips curved into a smile. “Oh?” You played along with him. “We could try and see if that works.”
“I think we should,” his words hit your lips before his own did. It was soft, gentle, lingering. You both pulled away, eyes half-hooded and it felt like you were both searching deep within each other’s souls. “Ya feeling better?” You snorted and rolled your lips together? Brushing your tongue over them and shaking your head no. “Huh, guess we better,” Frank cupped your cheek “Keep going until you do.”
You moaned feeling his mouth on yours again, Frank pulled you closer by your cheek, your hands slowly creeped up and found the back of his neck pushing his lips further into yours. Tiny gasps and moans left between the spaces between your lips as you climbed on top of him, legs resting either side of his muscular thighs you practically drooled over days before as you tried to get as close as possible to him.
Frank’s hands slid down to your hips as you continued making out on the couch as it started to rain again. Not like either of you noticed. You desperately swiped your tongue over his bottom lip and he parted his own to let you in, tongues twirling as you both deepened the kiss. Your fingers laced through his hair and he groaned at the sensation. “God,” you said in a breathless gasp, pulling back for air.
He proudly smirked seeing your swollen lips and glossy eyes, your chest frantically moving up and down. “Sadly not a god, sweetheart.” He joked.
You smirked and moved your face close to his again, Frank pursed his lips and braced himself for another kiss that didn’t come. He opened his eyes again, finding you dangerously close. “Maybe not, but I’d sure as hell get on my knees for you every Sunday…and every other day of the week- AH!” Your scream laced between your laugh as he picked you up by your legs and walked to your bedroom with you.
He softly tossed you onto the bed before pouncing you “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me…” he groaned before kissing you again, limbs intertwining together on your sheets.
“If I do I’ll just patch you up again,” you murmured against his lips and you felt him smirking into the kiss. “Should really check on that wound…” you sunk your teeth down on his bottom lip and tugged on it slightly causing him to let out a low rumble. He sat up and you took the hem of his shirt, pulling it swiftly from his frame. “Looks good,” you mused and pushed him to your mattress. “Looks real good…” you pressed your lips to his toned abs and all the way up to his neck.
“Shit, sweetheart, yes…” he exhaled and gasped feeling your hands map out every inch of his body. One stopped at his belt and you pulled back, your eyes asking for permission. He nodded “Go for it baby, I sure ain’t gonna stop you.” He smirked. You quickly undid the buckle of his belt, fingers nervously fumbling. Frank noticed and propped himself up on his elbow. “Don’t worry, I got you,” his hands merged with yours as he helped you with the belt.
You softly pecked his lips before taking off your own top and bra. “Should make this even…”
Frank’s jaw dropped and he sat up, placing his hands on your bare upper arms and brought you back to the mattress with a giggle. “Y/N, honey, it’s not even a fuckin’ competition!” He hooted. “You’re unreal, my pretty girl…” he breathlessly told you before letting his hands fall to your chest, gently rubbing his hands over your tits. You sunk into your bedsheets as he toyed with your nipples between his fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your throat.
“Mhmm Frank…” you gasped feeling his warm mouth kiss your breasts and his tongue brush over your nipples as one of his hands skilfully undid the button of your jeans and slip under them.
You squirmed under his touch, his fingers grazing over your clothed core as he kept twirling his tongue around your nipple. You desperately whined and raised your hips towards his hand. Frank let out a gritted chuckle “What is it you want, sweetheart? Tell me.”
“Touch me…” you arched your hips once more. “Please don’t tease me Frank, fuck, not tonight!” You all but begged.
“Course, honey. Wanna just treat my sweet girl, my sweetheart, thank her for everything.” Frank slipped his hand into your underwear, two of his fingers gently brushing between your wet folds that made him smirk in pleasant surprise. He moved his lips to your moaning mouth “You’re so wet already for me,” he collided his mouth with yours as he kept his rhythmic pace up between your thighs. “So beautiful with my fingers in your pussy sweetheart,” you let out a cry at his words.
“Wish it was your-” you cut yourself of feeling his fingers press harshly and rub against your clit.
“My what?” He asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be. He increased his pace and your eyes just managed to meet his as he asked you again. “My what?”
“This,” you brought your hand to his cock that was already rock hard and rubbed it as he let out a shaky breath.
“Well, you’ve made that clear.” You smirked, biting down on your lip. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He pulled his fingers from you, drawing a disappointed gasp from your lips. Frank’s eyes bore into yours as he placed the two fingers that were just in your pussy into his mouth and sucked them dry with a gentle ‘pop’.
Your jaw dropped at the sight, and then dropped again when he removed his pants and underwear with one quick motion. Frank grabbed the bottom of your jeans and whipped them off before his hands went to your soaked underwear and dragged them down your thighs. He almost drooled over your legs at the sight before him. “You gonna just stare at me all night?” You teased.
Frank blinked out of his trance and grinned. “I would if I could but I think there’s something else we’d both rather be doing.” You nodded and reached your hands out to him, bringing him forward and back onto your body. “Wanna make you feel so fuckin’ good, take such good care of you like you took care of me.”
Your lips haphazardly met his before he aligned himself and effortlessly slipped into your wet heat. Your mouths opened and melodic moans left both your throats at the same time, your eyes locked onto one another’s as neither you nor Frank moved for a moment. “S-shit…” you gasped “F-fuck Frank!” You groaned and it fizzled out to a giggle.
Frank couldn’t help but blush at your reaction, pushing himself down to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He slowly started to move his hips “Oh fuck sweetheart, so tight for me,” slick noises merged with the moans filled the four walls of your bedroom as he thrusted his cock deeper into your pussy. “All that noise for me baby, so wet, soakin’ me so good.”
“Y-yes Frank! All for you, baby, all for you!” You moaned into his neck before your lips met again. “I’m real glad you didn’t die on my floor…” you said before letting a loud groan escape your throat.
“Shit, sweetheart. Me too.” He hissed as he increased his pace, hooking his arm around your thigh and wrapping it around his waist, allowing him to change the angle and buck his hips to get even deeper inside you, your hips snapping at the sensation as you met his movements in perfect sync. “Oh fuck, just like that baby, you’re taking me so well, so fucking good,” his voice strained.
You gripped onto his lower back with your nails as you dragged them up his spine, a guttural moan spilling from his throat at the feeling. He reacted by bucking his hips even harder, forcing your body into the mattress by the sheer grinding of his hips. “So good, so good!” You yelled and Frank smirked, wrapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your amplifying moans.
“Shh, baby…those neighbours of yours won’t be able to stop gossiping about you…about us…” he warned and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose as the rest of his body was anything but gentle with you.
“Let them fucking gossip!” You replied almost as a single word. “I’m getting the best god damn dick of my life!” You roared “FUCK!”
Frank growled with a delighted grin “Atta girl, let’s really give them something to talk about, huh?” He grabbed your other leg and wrapped it around his waist, your legs entangled together around him as he drove himself deeper into your pussy. A string of lewd whimpers and groans only encouraged him to go faster, deeper, the slick slapping noises of your bodies colliding taking him to nirvana on floral print sheets.
“Getting so close Frank,” you panted as your limbs started to seize with sheer pleasure.
“Good, want you to cum on my cock for me, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me pretty girl…” he pleaded as he gasped for air. Your limbs tightened around his own as loud moans slipped past your lips in one perfect succession after another “That’s it, fuckin’ Angel!” He crashed his lips to yours “My fuckin’ Angel.” You gripped onto his shoulders as your back arched off the bed and your bare chest pressed against his as you felt yourself come undone on him.
Frank hissed feeling you tightly squeeze his cock and let out a guttural cry when your eyes met his, causing you to draw his own orgasm from him just from those eyes of yours. He bottomed out in you, savouring every inch of you before he burst, pulling out and coating your thigh with him.
The only noise now between the rain battering off the window was your frantic, laboured breaths. Frank collapsed beside you, bringing you to his chest to rest on.
“That was some pain relief…” you joked and Frank let out a tired cackle. “I should get cleaned up.”
Frank sunk his fingers into your waist. “I’ll do it sweetheart, I’m takin’ care of you, remember.” He told you and you sent your ceiling a smile. “Just…lemme hold you like this for a little bit.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Let me just hold you.”
—•—
You woke up looking up to a softly snoring Frank. You smirked and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Wish I could have that wake up every morning…” he tiredly mumbled with his eyes still shut. “Good morning, sweetheart.” You stretched a little further and kissed him as he wrapped his arms around your bare waist, bringing you on top of him.
“Good morning…I’ll make us coffee,” you hummed.
“I think we should enjoy something a little stronger than coffee and would really wake us up…” he mewed and you gasped as he snaked his arms around you again ready for a round two.
That was until a knock at the door disturbed you both. “I should answer it…”
“Fuck em’” he uttered before kissing you again. Then another knock.
He groaned and let you go. “I’ll be quick!” You promised with a peck to his lips before scrambling to your feet and grabbing your dressing gown.
You opened the door and found Peter on the other side. “Hey! You okay?”
He nodded “Hey, Y/N, yeah, I’m so sorry but- Frank?” You went wide-eyed and looked behind you seeing him standing in your hallway. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh…” they two of you said at the same time.
“And why are you wearing a dress?”
