The water sprays warm and soothing, the perfect remedy for aching joints after a long hard day.
You have an exact routine—get home from work, strip down on the way to the bedroom, shower, eat and doomscroll, then sleep with Frankie.
The ‘stripping on the way to the bedroom’ more than often throws a wrench in your plans, due to your very handsy boyfriend.
The man just cannot resist your body, so every day like clockwork, he gives you an extra reason for that nightly shower.
You’re in the middle of washing a section of your hair when you hear him open the bathroom door.
Speak of the devil.
“Is that you baby?” You holler over the spray. You hear a belt buckle being unfastened and clothes being shucked off. Before long, the shower curtain slides open.
“Yeah ‘s me sweet thing.” Frank steps in, fully naked, taking hold of your waist. He leans down to kiss the back of your neck. His scratchy beard tickling you.
You reach back to him, curling his now damp hair in between your fingers. You two stand under the spray holding each other.
“Smell so good pretty girl,” Frank mumbles into your skin. His hands are kneading circles into your hips, subtly pulling you backward, against his hard cock.
You gasp. “Frankie…”
“Didn’t get to see your little show today.” Hands grind your ass harder onto his front. You arch your back.
“Not my fault the site wanted you later,” you groan. Frank nips into your neck, one hand reaching down, running through your folds.
“Bastards,” he growls. “Always keepin’ me from my girl and her sweet cunt.” Frank’s hand goes to cup your pussy, fingers kissing your entrance.
“Lemme feel her baby, missed this pussy so bad,” he groans. You keen and arch further into him, reaching back to cup his manhood.
His whole body reacts, letting out a low, heady moan. “That’s it pretty girl, touch that cock. It’s all yours, baby.”
You moan as his fingers enter you, immediately finding that spongy, heady spot. “Frankie…feels too good baby…” “Yeah sweet girl? Am I making you feel good?” His other hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, fingers finding the pert of your nipples and rolling them sinfully. Your hand on his cock starts to stroke, gathering the precum that’s gathered at the tip and using your thumb to spread it around.
Frank’s cock is weeping—rock hard, hot, heavy and throbbing—all for you.
He fingers you to your peak, and adjusts you to the far wall of the shower, away from the spray. Your hip is on the wall, and your leg is hooked around his as his cock stands to attention right at your entrance.
His grabs your jaw, and brings you into a steamy kiss. It’s fully desperate and depraved, gnashing teeth, tongue and spit. Once you two pull away, a little string of shared salvia connects your lips.
You look deeply into his blown pupils. “Fuck me Frankie,” you plead.
“Shit baby,” he gasps, pushing into the sloppy heat of your cunt. “She’s squeezin’ me so tight, knew she missed me.”
He sets a slow pace, thrusts deep and hard, just the way you like. Your moans are pornographic, loud and uncontrollable, only covered by the steady stream of water behind both of you.
“That’s it baby, lemme feel her cum…need to feel this sweet pussy come all over me,” Frank whispers in your ear.
Your eyes are rolled back, mindless babbles and moans coming from your throat. “Please… please make me cum Frank, need it-“ “Shhhhhh, shhh baby, I’ll make you cum honey. Make this sloppy cunt even sloppier.”
He starts to rub your bundle, slow just like his thrusts. You feel the knot in your belly begin to tighten, your orgasm just in reach. “Keep going Frankie, please baby, needa cum for you,” you babble.
“That’s it, lemme feel it sweetie.” Frank gives your clit one more good rub and you feel the knot tighten completely. Your vision goes a little white as you cum hard. Franks follows shortly, and you feel hot spurts of his cum fill you.
Your groans mix into a cacophony of sound, filling the bathroom with your coupling. Frank pulls out and your legs start to shake.
Frank is there, he always is, to catch you as your knees give. “Gotcha honey. ‘Ain’t goin’ nowhere with me around.” He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you out of the bathroom into you two’s bedroom and lays you onto the soft sheets.
“Be right back sweetheart,” he mumbles, heading back into the en suite. He comes back shortly, for a warm wet towel and wipes your slit clean of cum.
Frank sees the thick mental fog that’s formed in your eyes. Time to start the real aftercare.
“D’ya think you could use it for me honey?” He asks through the fog of your mind. You whine softly. “…water, need some water Frankie…” “I gotcha baby don’t worry.
He brings you water, making sure you take little sips as he holds your head up in his hands, and shortly after brings you to the toilet to pee.
While you’re doing your thing, he rummages through your closet to pull out pajamas and grabs your coco butter lotion from the nightstand.
“All done in there?” He called into the room. “All done Frankie!” You responded. He goes and picks you off the toilet and lays you back down onto the comforter of your bed. He starts to lotion your body, taking generous care and time to get all creases and crannies, and dresses you in panties and one of his old navy shirts.
“There ya go honey, good as new.” You beam up at him, but shortly after yawn sleepily. Frank grins down at you. “Let’s get you to sleep honey.”
You roll onto your side, cozying as Frank covers you and rounds the bed to his side.
“Night sweetheart.” He says as he cuddles up to you. You drift off shortly after, Frank right behind you.
Summary: You keep breaking your promise to be quiet during sex, and Frank remedies that.
Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, 18+ mdni, praise kink, dacryphilia, dom!frank, p in v sex, sex in a public space (bar bathroom), established relationship, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 821 words
A/N: My brain turns to mush every time a Jon Bernthal character shushes someone. Obviously, I had to include dacryphilia in this one.
This is for kinktober day 07 - semi-public sex
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Despite your earlier promise to keep quiet, you couldn't hold back the soft sounds that slipped past your lips. Frank was big in a way that was both overwhelming and pure ecstasy. You were trying your best to stop making noise, but it was no use. Thankfully, you were able to reduce them to small whimpers. The bar bathroom was also empty, and that gave you some peace of mind. It didn't change the fact that anyone could walk in, though. The bathroom stall can only conceal so much.
Even with your efforts, a sharp cry tumbled from your mouth as Frank thrusted again. Within seconds, a large and calloused palm clasped over your mouth. His gruff voice quietly reprimanded you. “Sh, sh, sh. You promised to be quiet, sweetheart.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, hot tears streaked down your cheeks and you took a ragged breath. Frank briefly moved his hand and pressed soft kisses down each cheek. His voice softened slightly, and his eyes met yours. “Does it feel good? Is that why my baby's cryin'?”
Whimpering again, you nodded and took a shaky breath. It's too much, but you love every second of it. “Feels so good.”
The sound of your strained voice, thick with tears, brought a smile to Frank's face. His rough thumb gently stroked your jaw, and he pressed a much softer kiss to your lips.
“You're takin' me so well, baby. Look at you.”
He tenderly tipped your head down so you could look at where your bodies were connected. The sight of Frank slipping in and out, at a slower pace now, was almost mesmerizing. You took another trembling breath and looked back up at your boyfriend. It was clear that you were too overwhelmed to speak, but he knew what you were thinking.
“You were fuckin' made for me, y'know that? I'm gonna move faster again, but you can take it. You need to be quiet, though, sweetheart. Can't have us gettin' caught.”
With that warning, his hand moved back over your mouth and his thrusts picked up in pace. The cold metal wall of the bathroom stall was pressed against your back, and it helped you stay in the present moment. As Frank hit your clit, your eyes widened, and you whined against his hand. Fuck, he always knew how to make you melt.
Feeling your warm breath against his palm and hearing your small whine, Frank increased the intensity of his motions. His body was acting on instinct now, and he was determined to bring you to your peak.
“That's the spot, ain't it? You gonna be a good girl and let go for me?”
Unable to speak, you eagerly nodded and whimpered in response. You were so close, and every stroke was pushing you closer to that edge. It was only a matter of seconds now.
“Easy, sweetheart. Just give in for me.”
His sturdy arm was wrapped around your waist and holding you against him as he rocked in and out of your cunt. One of your legs was propped against Frank's hip while the other attempted to keep you upright. If it weren't for him, you'd be knocked flat on your ass. His gentle words were the only encouragement you needed, and you quickly gave into the pleasure that pooled low in your belly.
Your cry was muffled by Frank's hand, and he held you tighter against him as your body convulsed with satisfaction. His climax quickly followed, and he leaned the two of you up against the bathroom wall. His chest was heaving slightly, and he had a lazy grin on his face.
“You did so good for me, pretty girl. So fuckin' perfect.”
Smiling softly, you nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. Frank always had a way of making you feel valued, and you couldn't get enough of appeasing him. He took a moment to catch his breath before slowly pulling out of you. Your body felt the sudden emptiness, and you sighed in response.
Frank saw your reaction and laughed softly. He gently moved a piece of hair from your face and brushed his thumb against the curve of your cheek.
“Miss me already?”
“Don't be mean, Frankie.”
That earned another gruff chuckle from him and leaned his forehead against yours. You always looked so beautiful coming down from your euphoria, and he couldn't stop staring. How did he get so lucky?
“Sorry, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can go home. I wanna fuck you in our bed.”
With that, Frank grabbed some paper towels from a nearby dispenser and started wiping your thighs. He would've preferred using something a little softer, like a towel, but he had to clean you up somehow. As he dried your skin, he peppered the area with small kisses and kept glancing up at you. God, he was fucking whipped.
Frank saying Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight😩
you're just sitting with his cock deep inside you while he sits at the table looking over different files. frank had enough of your bratty, impatient behavior and knew the only way to correct it was for you to sit on his cock while he worked.
"daddy-" you whine as you sink into him. "enough." he was quick to silence your protest. you weren't even facing him to try and distract him, you were watching his laptop screen. it was getting boring quickly and did the only thing you knew that could get him to give you attention. you began to 'adjust' yourself, moving just enough for you to feel a bit of friction. "move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."
OKAY but you're out with frank and you're just feeling so subby.
you'd be trying to push past it and distract yourself, but frank looks so good in his jacket and stubbly face that you almost whine when he looks at you. your thighs are squeezed shut and you can feel yourself soaking through your panties.
frank is quick to notice something off, when you grab onto his arm a little tighter, "what's wrong sweetheart?" he asks so softly and that's what does it for you- the rasp and gentle eyes looking down at you. and the softest "daddy, i need you..." flips a switch in him, his cock twitches awake.
frank's lips part and he puts down whatever is in his hands and pulls you out of the store.
okay but hear me out: mean dom!frank and bratty!reader warnings: 18+, pussy spanking, degrading kink
bratty!reader cumming without permission. to make it worse- you try to hide it, pretending like you’re not working through a mind shattering orgasm. dom!frank knows your body better than anyone, he knows the exact way your face winces or how your legs tense up or how you hold breath.
he stops immediately what he was doing, ruining the end of your high. rather its pulling the vibrator away from your clit or halting his thrusts.
frank’s eyes would get darker than you’ve ever seen and his would jaw clenches tightly. you’d know instantly you fucked up and immediately start apologizing, thinking that it’d help lessen the inevitable punishment.
cumming without permission was his number one rule and your broke it- in front of him. frank didn’t waste no time. he’d yank your hips to the edge of the bed, “greedy. fucking brat.” your legs would tied to the bed. “you think you’re slick? cumming in front of me without asking- you thought you could hide it?”
frank reaches for his belt that had been tossed on the chair. you already know whats about to happen and you’re bracing yourself, while hoping he doesn’t notice the arousal dripping out of you. “you forget i own this pussy.” your hips jerk and a strained cry leaves your throat the moment the end of the belt spanks your sensitive and (already) swollen clit.
tears are swelling in your eyes and his tone switches- mocking you. “aw, poor baby, does that hurt?” two more spanks. “wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one”
like ur in a bad mood/ rut and instead of just asking frank to take care of u/ talking it out with him u just start talking back and pushing his buttons until he's got u backed up against a wall like "if u need this dick baby just ask like a good girl, but ur choosing to be a bad girl aren't u.. need me to fuck the attitude outta u huh?"
and then he's overstimming u, I'm talking legs shaking, squirting, screaming the whole shebang, just pushed right to ur limit, till ur crying (in the good way)
then he flips the switch to soft as fuck dom like smoothing over ur skin gently and speaking softly "there we go sweet thing let it out I've got you. just needed me to take some of the stress off huh? attagirl, give it all to daddy."
and after u just get all quiet and soft cuz ur just floating so good and his heart is about to burst because he's so happy that u feel safe enough with him to let yourself slip and he's just <333 in love with his perfect girl.
he gets u cleaned up a bit with a cloth before he scoops you right up into his arms and he's just whispering into your hair and stroking ur skin, letting you snuggle into his neck and just breathing with him.
"did so good for me princess, letting me take care of you, you're so good for me"
he would 100% stroke ur hair and let u suck his fingers to ground u.
jdksjdfkdjf sorry this turned out so long omfg hahah
this will always kill me frank would only have patience for you, but when you start testing that patience? oh god, you're in for it
Wanna suck Frank off and walk away until he grabs me by my hair and puts me back on my knees and asking where I’m going and finish the job and if i don’t he’s gonna treat me the same why when he gives me head in return
it'd happen on a night you were feeling a little extra bratty. trying to be big and bad. you're in between frank's legs with your mouth lazily sucking him off. your fingers are running up his thighs and small curses and moans leave his throat.
frank's cock twitches in your mouth and you pull off, stroking him slowly. you smile up at him before letting go, he groans from the ruined orgasm. giggling, you lick up the length of his cock one last time before you get up.
before you could even make it to the door, frank grabs you by the back of the neck, pulling you towards him. "you think it's funny? teasing daddy like that?" you could feel his throbbing cock press against you and a whine slips past your lips. "that's not how this works, princess" frank pulls you down to your knees. suddenly you feel small, "you're gonna finish what you started or i'll edge you till you're crying"
