Kingdon Microfic Day 9 Gift (446) (Exact Word Count)
@kingdonmicrofic warnings: Dennis being weird about Mel, Frank being jealous.
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Frank considered himself a modern, progressive man. He was a doctor, one who cared about doing a good job; he couldn’t let old, outdated lines of thought bog him down. He had to be aware of his biases. He’d never been jealous in relationships. He’d believed in his partners, didn’t claim ownership or try to possess them. He tried hard to be a good, evolved man.
Which is why he was so confused and upset that he was reacting this way. The Pitt’s yearly Secret Santa was never something he cared about. He’d get a fifty dollar gift card and call it a day. But now, it was different. He looked down at the slip he had gotten- fucking Santos. He considered for a moment getting her a pitchfork, to go along with her horns and hellfire, but thought better of it, she’d only try to stab him with it.
He felt a disappointment he had no right to. He could care less about drawing Santos. He didn’t think about her, she was just the r2 who hated him. Who thought that their colleagues were stupid enough to not immediately realize that he had been diverting. Who blamed him for her crashing and burning with Yoyo. But as he spied Whitaker’s reaction, he felt a jealous rage. Mel, his only friend in the department, wouldn’t get the present she deserved.
Robby’s new golden boy was many things. Subtle wasn't one of them. The shake of the head, the frown of disappointment, the glance at Javadi, expecting commiseration. He’d been the lucky bastard to pick Mel's name. Didn’t even appreciate it. There was a protective, possessive rage coursing through him. He’d never understood, could never understand, how little their coworkers appreciated Mel. She had had a profoundly lonely ten months, in his absence. Guilt and anger gnawed at him like a poison.
Later that afternoon, he’d come to a decision. “Dr. Whitaker. Follow me.”
“Okay.” His pathetic demeanor didn't endear Frank. He wanted to squash him like the bug he was. He walked to the ambulance bay. Mel was busy with an autistic patient Whitaker had fobbed off on her, like it was somehow her job to handle every neurodivergent patient. Like people didn’t have autism out in the sticks.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” His tone short, sharp. “I’m going to give you my slip, you’re going to give me yours. For reasons I cannot comprehend, you somehow like Santos and because you are a damn fool, you don’t like Mel. We won't discuss this again, you’ll have drawn your roommate, I’ll have drawn Mel, and everyone involved will be happier. Do you have any objections?”
Mel has a very casual thing going with someone. It's not dating she's adamantly clear. Just stress relief. Of course no one believes Mel would be the type for such a dynamic.
But she doesn't care to argue.
It does remain a hot topic of conversation. Everyone wondering when she'll admit to it.
Except for one person.
Frank whose jaw sets into a hard line every time he has to hear about it. He says it's because no one is listening to Mel. If she was dating she'd say it. She's hasn't so she's not.
Yes it's a part of his annoyance. He sees so easily how people treat her. With kid gloves and like she's an innocent.
But he's fucking seething. Who is this person and why aren't they wooing the incomparable Mel King off her feet?
He's not jealous. At all.
Mel is his friend and she deserves the entire fucking world.
And if he- no not him. If this amorphous stranger isn't willing to do it well then.
Summary: Date night to the county fair with your boyfriend Frank!
Warnings: Dubcon, Jealousy, humping, bit of Daddy kink, degradation, humiliation.
Notes: I’m sure this has been done before but it was stuck in my head so I just had to get it out. 🤍 ~3k
The pink spun sugar dissolves on your tongue and leaves your fingers sticky as you lean against your boyfriends warm muscular shoulder. Your feet swing freely as you sit on the metal barrier surrounding the Ferris wheel. Frank curls his arm around your waist, distracting you with a kiss on the neck as he snatches a piece of your cotton candy.
“Hey! Get your own,” you pout, tugging it away from him.
He laughs and shoves it in his mouth, “sharing is caring, darlin’.”
Billy appears and sidles up next to you, taking the entire stick from your outstretched arm. “So true, brother.”
“Hey!” You exclaim, swatting at Billy as you hop off your perch and try to take it back.
You don’t notice the way he smirks as you stretch across his body, your chest pressing against his as he leans back to hold it just out of reach. You don’t notice… but Frank certainly does. Scowling, Frank watches Billy continue to tease you, your face scrunched in frustration as you jump and grab for the treat.
“That’s enough, Billy,” Frank chides, swiping it easily and giving it to you before pulling your hips back against his.
Billy’s eyes meet Franks, recognizing the unspoken challenge and nodding away his defeat. “Sorry, sweetheart… couldn’t help myself.”
You narrow your eyes teasingly and laugh it off, happy to have your snack back. Billy is always playful, flirty but in a non-threatening way, and you consider it a good thing. It means he likes you or at least approves of you, right?
Your last boyfriend’s best friend hated you, he had called you ‘vapid’ and, although you didn’t know what it meant in the moment, it didn’t take a genius to understand it wasn’t a compliment. It wasn’t long after that the relationship ended.
With Frank things feel different. He treats you like a princess, gets you anything you could ever want and is fiercely defensive of you. He makes you feel safe and loved. Sure he can get a little heated at times but most of it seems to stem from his checkered past, nothing a bit of loving reassurance can’t fix. And Billy has been nothing but sweet since you met him. So no red flags yet.
“Come on, darlin’. We’re up!” Frank turns you, urging you forward as he hands off your tickets and you jump into a free seat.
Frank slides in, his body warming you as he throws his arm across your shoulders. You cuddle into his side as the ride lifts you off the ground and into the cool night air. Billy takes the chair behind you. He swings and howls obnoxiously at the passing girls below. You laugh at his antics while Frank shakes his head, a faint smirk on his lips.
When the ride ends and you gather at the exit, Frank frowns at the buzz coming from his jacket pocket. His frown turn sour as he answers the phone and releases his hold on your hip. With a kiss to your forehead he mutters, “I’ll be right back. Billy keep an eye on her.”
Billy nods as you watch Frank disappear into the crowd holding the phone to his ear. You look up at Billy, “what was that about?”
Billy just shrugs and nudges you with his elbow, “so whatcha wanna do until he gets back?”
“I don’t know,” you answer. “Feel like I’ve ridden all the good ones.” Billy snorts out a laugh and you look up at him curiously, “what?”
“Nothing, sweetheart.”
Your attention is drawn by the sound of a loud pop and a girl squealing excitedly as an array of lights flash in white and red.
“Winner, winner! We have a big winner here!”
The man behind the booth pulls down a giant stuffed bear and hands it off to a young man who then gifts it to the bouncing blond at his side. The stuffed animal is over half her size and a vibrant shade of blue. She giggles with glee as she hugs it tightly against her chest and beams at her boyfriend.
“Aw, that’s the cutest! I’ve always wanted to win one of the big ones,” you smile as you watch the couple walk off together.
“Well, that settles it then,” Billy says, taking your hand and dragging you down the row of game booths.
“Billy! What are you doing?”
He scans the hanging displays of prizes until he stops suddenly and you run into his back with a soft “oof”.
He points up at a giant pink rabbit and smirks at you over his shoulder, “that one.”
You admire the oversized bunny, it’s soft with a surprisingly sweet expression compared to some of the other prizes and holding a shiny orange carrot in its paws. You can’t help the smile the brightens your face, it’s perfect, just the one you would choose. Billy quickly steps up to the counter, handing over his money to the attendant in exchange for a set of five white balls.
“Blue targets are worth 10 points, green 15, and red get ya 25,” the man recites quickly, juggling a couple spare balls as he waits for Billy to throw.
“How much do I need to get that one?” Billy points at the pink rabbit. “Eh doesn’t matter, all red should do it right?”
The man smirks at Billy’s arrogance but nods in confirmation. You bite your lip as you wait and watch. Billy twists the ball in his hand, feeling the weight of it as he eyes his target. He winds his arm back and throws, nailing the swinging red target toward the back on his first shot.
“Not bad,” the attendant praises and Billy preens confidently.
He takes the second ball, and chucks it at the red target just as it pops up from it hiding spot. The third strike seems even easier than the previous two and by the fourth throw you’re tense with excitement and anticipation. He hasn’t missed a single one yet and he’s starting to draw a small crowd of kids eager to see if he’ll make a perfect game.
He takes a deep breath as he picks up the last ball and you, unthinkingly, squeeze his arm in excitement as you praise him, encouraging him to keep going.
“You’re doing amazing, Billy! You got this, just one more!”
He looks over at you with a cocky twinkle in his dark eyes before scanning the crowd behind you in amusement. He smirks as he turns his attention back to the small bouncing red target that remains and his eyes narrow in focus. You release his arm and he winds up, holding it as he waits for the perfect time to strike. Someone hushes the chattering crowd and everyone collectively holds their breath as he releases the ball.
The rubber sphere flies free from his fingers like a bullet, a perfect spin straight at the target, but this one doesn’t hit the center. It clips the edge enough to make the target wobble for a moment and the small crowd gasps before it finally topples over and everyone burst into applause.
“Winner winner! We have a big winner, here!”
A few teens rush forward, eager to try their luck next and you quickly get out of the way as Billy collects his prize. You grin from ear to ear, fidgeting out of nervous excitement as you try to control the urge to grab it from him.
You can’t believe he just did that for you. Billy shakes the man’s hand and turns to greet you with a lopsided smile.
“For you, sweetheart,” he holds it out to you and you pull it to your chest, squeezing the plushy tightly.
“Oh my gosh, thank you Billy!”
You smile at each other, Billy blushing slightly at your genuine delight until a couple from the audience walks by, “nice one, man.”
“Yeah, definitely a keeper,” the girlfriend adds as she subtly checks Billy out with an approving wink.
Your face heats and you stutter, “oh – uh – no… I…”
But they are gone before you can deny their assumption. Billy laughs at your flustered expression until his grin falls to a tight smile and he clears his throat.
“We have to go,” Franks gruff voice at your back startles you.
“Frank!” You squeak and turn around holding the giant rabbit for him to see. “Look what Billy won for me!”
“Cute,” he says shortly. “Time to go.”
“Aw, but what about the fireworks?” You pout.
“Hey if you have business to take care of I can stay with her,” Billy offers and hope bubbles in your stomach.
Frank grabs your arm and pulls you close, “oh, I have business alright. Come on, darlin’.”
His grip is tight, pinching your skin harshly. You gasp and try to pull your arm free but he’s so much stronger than you. You look back at Billy who gives you a two fingered salute before he is swallowed by the sea of faces.
“Frank, slow down,” you whine, nearly tripping over your own feet as he leads you through the crowd.
Strangers scurry out of the way as they see him. Those who don’t are roughly shoved to the side as he storms past the rides and food stands all the way out to his truck.
“What happened?” You ask as you rub his finger marks from your skin. “You seem upset.”
He yanks open the passenger door and spins back to face you, “oh, do I? Surprised you even remembered who you came here with, princess.”
“What do you –“
Frank doesn’t let you finish, he pulls the bunny out of your grip and shoves you into the car. You sit with a huff as you watch him slam your door and sneer at the stuffed animal. He rounds the front of the car and tosses the rabbit at you before getting in himself. You wiggle the bulky thing between your legs and hug it’s head sadly as you drive away from the bright twinkling lights of the fair.
Frank may be temperamental but, usually, you can see it coming. This time you didn’t and its making you nervous.
He doesn’t speak the whole drive and you are too anxious to make conversation. The longer you sit there the more you feel like you did something wrong. His knuckles pale as he grips the steering wheel, body leaning forward stiffly as he scowls at the dark road.
“Frank,” your voice quakes.
“Hush,” he barks. “Almost home.”
You swallow your apology and stare down at the rabbit, twisting the soft ear in your hands as he pulls into his driveway. You prepare for a tense silence but when the engine cuts Frank is instantly out of his seat and marching around to collect you.
With one fist around your wrist and another around the neck of the rabbit, Frank kicks the front door closed and points you up the stairs. You shake as you quickly kick off your shoes and run up the stairs. It’s not even his expression or sharp demands that scare you, it’s an indescribable energy radiating from him. He’s angry, but it’s more than that and you don’t know how else to deal with it other than just do as he says.
He herds you to the bedroom and shuts the door behind him, “undress.”
Your mouth hangs open at the spite in his tone, he’s never talked to you like this, especially not in the bedroom. You cross your arms and face him with a stern look, “I don’t like how you’re talking to me.”
He moves so fast that your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a gasp. He scoffs and smirks down at you.
“You’re mine,” his fingers tickles your neck before gently wrapping around your throat. “And I’ll talk to you how I damn well please.”
“Frank,” you wheeze, “you’re scaring me.”
He leans down, his nose brushing against yours, “good. Now, be a good girl and undress like Daddy told you.”
He releases you and takes a step back, arms crossed over his chest, veins bulging as his muscles flex. You let out a shaky breath as you nervously grip the hem of your flirty sundress and lift your ass enough to tug it free. He nods for you to continue and you unclasp the bra, dropping it to the pile on the floor. You wiggle out of the underwear and sit quietly with your eyes on on his knees as you wait for your next instruction.
“Good, so listening isn’t the problem … I guess you just need to be reminded of who you belong to… sweetheart.”
The disdain for Billy’s nickname has your eyes snapping to his, “I never –“
“Ah - ah,” Frank interrupts, taking a menacing step toward you, “I didn’t say you could talk.”
You bite your lip, partially out of frustration but also to fight the whimper trying to escape at his harsh tone. His anger washes over you and makes you quiver, the fear warming you in places you never expected. Your hips swivel slightly as your core tingles, and he watches you with a victorious glimmer in his eye.
“Up,” he snaps his fingers as he trades places with you.
He makes a show of placing his hand on his thighs and parting his knees wide as he ogles you with a lustful gaze. It sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation of what he’s going to make you do.
You eye the bulge between his legs and lick your lips. He smirks and takes your wrist, pulling you down toward him. You giggle, thinking he’s about to pull you in for a passionate kiss until you find yourself laying face down across his lap.
He holds you down forcefully when you exclaim in alarm, “shut up and sit still. You’ll take your punishment without complaint and maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“Frank, plea-“
Smack.
The sound startles you before the sting of his hand on your skin. It prickles sharply, like hundreds of needles until it fades into a hot burn.
“One,” he growls as you twist against his hold.
Smack.
“Two.”
This time he grabs at your scalding flesh, nails digging into your ass as he hums at the jiggle. He uses both hands to grope your cheeks, squeezing and tugging them apart. You hear him spit and the cool trickle of saliva runs down your slit to join the arousal gathering between your thighs.
His fingers trail down between your cheeks, pausing to press against your tight asshole until you clench and he chuckles darkly. His exploration continues lower until he brushes over the slick dripping from your entrance.
“Is this for me… or for him?”
You look over your shoulder at him with wide eyes, “Frank, I…” You take a sharp breath, stunned by the genuine hurt in his eyes beneath that furious furrowed brow. You can’t believe he is actually jealous of Billy.
Smack.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“You! You! It’s for you!” You shriek, a tear wetting the comforter as you press your face into the bed.
“I’m not so sure.”
You sniffle and try to look back at him, “I swear, Frank. I don’t have those feelings for Billy. It’s only you.”
He scoffs, “but you knew exactly who I was talking about without me even having to say his name.”
His jaw ticks and he shakes his head in disappointment. Your shock stills your tongue, how do you argue out of that one? I mean it’s obvious, Billy was the only man there. And yet… you risk digging yourself deeper if you say the wrong thing. Unfortunately, you have a tendency to do just that.
“Frank, it’s just a dumb bunny. It means nothing.”
You clutch the sheets fearfully at the way his face hardens, the sardonic smirk falling to a tight lipped frown. Your breath picks up when his grip on your ass tightens.
“Just a dumb bunny…” he echoes lowly.
You let out a startled yelp as he stands and lets you fall, your hip thudding painfully against the hard wood floor. You groan and hiss when he fists your hair and pulls you to your feet. His free hand wraps around your throat as he turns you to face the bed, the buttons of his shirt cold against your naked back.
“You see that dumb bunny right there?” He asks, pointing your face at the carnival prize taking up the center of the large bed.
He shakes you and the pain along your scalp has you whining out, “yes.”
His lips brush against your ear as he breaths you in and speaks into your neck, “fuck it.”
“What?”
He tugs harshly on your hair as he chokes you as he talks. “I want you to climb onto the bed, stick it between your legs and hump until you’re as brainless and dumb as that bunny your new boyfriend won for you.”
He releases you and pushes you forward onto the bed. You let out a dry sob as you climb up and lift a leg over the stuffed animal until the rabbit rest comfortably between your thighs. The soft fur is warm against the chill in the air and the soft spongy tip of the carrot pokes enticingly at your slit.
Its humiliating to think about getting off in front of him, but even more so having to use… this. You aren’t even sure if you can get yourself to move, let alone orgasm.
“Go on,” Frank growls as he pulls over the stool from your vanity and sits, legs open wide and arms crossed. “Ride it like you wanted to ride Billy when you were eye-fucking him in the middle of the fair.”
“I wasn’t-“
“Hey!” He yells and you flinch. “No talking unless I say so.”
You whimper and drop your eyes to the lumpy mass beneath you. You roll your hips experimentally and the carrots smooth texture glides easily along your wet slit. You do it again, and again, building up your pace as you set an easy rhythm. The soft fur tickles along your sensitive thighs, a surprisingly pleasant sensation that makes you grind a little harder onto the carrot.
“That’s it darlin’,” Frank encourages you. “Hump like the little slut you are.”
You whine at the insult but keep moving, your clit warming from the friction as it rubs deliciously along the toy.
“I guess I should have known better than to let you around my friends without being bred properly before hand.”
A moan crawls from your throat and your hands cling to the bulky rabbit staring lifelessly up at the ceiling.
“Next time I’ll make sure you’re full of me first. Filled to the brim with my seed so they can smell it dripping down your legs.”
You bite your lip as your lashes flutter and you stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Feeding off his filthy words.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want everyone to know what a naughty little slut you are for me?” He smirks as his hands slowly drift up his thighs.
You pant as you curl your hips along the carrot and furry paws. Your soft moans come out in whispers as you focus on your task, your climax building despite your initial reticence.
“Look at you. So pathetic. Getting all worked up like a bitch in heat… letting another man fawn over you and give you gifts,” he tuts. “Pretending you could ever be anything but mine.”
You shake your head, eyes shut tight in your fight not to argue. You know he’s goading you now, and it’s working… in more ways than one. The angrier he makes you the harder you grind against the toy and the more desperate you get.
“But you are mine. Isn’t that right, darlin?”
You nod rapidly as your clit pulses, “yes! Yes, Daddy! Yes!”
“Good girl,” he says, smirking at the way you sigh at his praise. “Are you ready for me to use you like you just used that stuffy between your legs?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy! I need you to fuck me, please!” You have no control over your voice, crying out for him to help ease the pain of this endless torture.
Humping makes you desperate and sensitive but it’s not enough to make you cum, no matter how hard you want to. You squeeze your tits together, fondling them in hopes that the extra stimulation might get you there but it does nothing but make you more needy and fuzzy.
You close your eyes as you rock back and forth at a furious pace until the rabbit is torn from beneath you. The sudden motion throws you off balance and you fall on your back. Frank is quick to tug you to the edge of the bed and pin you down with a hand around your throat.
“Looks like I have a dumb bunny toy of my own,” he chuckles before shoving himself inside of you.
Your back arches and you whine at how good he feels as he unleashes his fury on your sensitive cunt. Your eyes roll as you cum in less than a minute, but he doesn’t stop. He forces several more orgasms from you before finally filling your hole.
“I’m going to fill you everyday if that’s what it takes to remind you who you belong to.”
