Won’t you stand by me? (1)
Warnings: nsft, unprotected p in v sex, acquaintances with benefits, dom Frank, mild language, butt slapping, creampie, hint of cockwarming and size kink, aftercare, implied titan and giant war veteran reader, and smidgen of angst.
AN: Guess who saw Spider-Man: Brand New Day?
“Shut up and ride me,” Frank ordered, smacking your ass with a large hand and revelling in the yelp that sprung from your lips. “You wanted this.”
Thighs burning, you obeyed. The two of you had been at this for hours. At this point you couldn’t even remember how you ended up here. You didn’t care. You just wanted to forget. The nightmares, the demands, the pain, the loss, the expectations, the Olympians. You were done with all of it.
Losing patience with your jerky, erratic movements, Frank took control. His hands perched on your hips and he pressed his feet into the bed, thrusting his hips in a punishing rhythm.
“Got one more in ya? Yeah, you do,” sweat beaded on the man’s brow and the rivulets dripped from his skin. Your mouth opened in a soundless wail as you stiffened atop him; Frank wasn’t far behind you. His balls were full, heavy and aching to unload in you. Gritting his teeth, he thrust up at the same time he used his grip on your hips to pull you down onto him and the roar that escaped him echoed through the apartment.
Exhausted, you collapsed into Frank’s embrace and the man held you tightly, whispering soothing words into your ear and rubbing his hands across your skin. Your fingers traced mindless patterns and shapes on every inch of his skin that you could reach.
Frank vowed to himself that he’d discover the reason for your call. The two of you hadn’t seen each other for three months which wasn’t unusual with your no strings attached relationship.
When your breathing evened out, Frank carefully slid out of you and set about cleaning you up with a damp cloth. Deep asleep, you barely twitched as he switched to cleaning himself. His hands clenched around the soiled cloth and he decided to wash it before returning it to you.
On impulse, Frank brushed some hair away from your face. “Ma always said angels walked among us.”
The necklace you wore, the one Frank had never seen you take off, glinted in the moonlight. The towering man furrowed his brow and with all the care he possessed, carefully lifted the necklace a little higher.
Now he could make out the engravings on the beads. The middle one had the symbol of a pantheon in the clouds on it.
Frank stumbled backwards before he caught himself and he swore this would be the last time he ever set foot in your residence again.
“Fucking Olympians. Can’t do anything without them being involved.”
