Oct 1, 2025
Kinktober
dryhumping
Masturbation
Public sex
Bondage
Edging
Phone sex
Size difference
Sexting
My first kinktober all about frank:)
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Kinktober
dryhumping
Masturbation
Public sex
Bondage
Edging
Phone sex
Size difference
Sexting
My first kinktober all about frank:)
Kinktober day one | dryhumping
Frank castle x reader
Warnings: dryhumping ofc… mentions of weapons, pet names, cursing
Under the cut :) 682 words
Frank had the focus of a soldier, it was hard to tell if he had really ever left the battlefield. He sat spread on the couch, legs wide enough that there was barely enough space for you to sit.
He clutched a small firearm in his hand, cleaning it steadily. You tread by the couch, catching his eyes before he returns back to his weapon.
“Frank.” You whine, turning around to him.
“Hmm” he hums to you, his hands working as he speaks.
You walk to him, standing in front of him. “I miss you.” You say to him with a pout.
He glances up at you. “ ‘M right here baby.” He grunts.
You sigh and force your way onto his lap, straddling yourself onto his lap. “I need you.” You whisper into his ear then place a kiss onto his neck.
He huffs, wrapping his arms around your waist, as he cleans the barrel. He didn’t need to see to continue his routine, he could do it half dead if he needed to.
You rub your panties onto his rough jeans, just a tease to get him started. He doesn’t respond.
“I'm busy, sorry baby. Got things to do tonight.” His head tucking into your neck, his hands not subsiding.
“I know you won’t let your baby be without right?”
You nibble on his neck, rocking your hips onto him.
You hear him curse under his breath. “Alright alright.” He says, laying the weapon on the side table, and gripping your chin between his fingers.
You grind your hips onto him, slow and painful. He ruts up into you, it didn’t take long for him to get rock hard.
He moves his hands from your face to your hips, holding you tightly, flush against him. “Mm fuck.” He grunts into your ear as he rubs you onto him.
You let a whimper fall from your mouth, loud in his ear. This threw him over the edge.
He flips you over, laying you down, placing himself flush with you. Your once dry panties were now soaking, dripping down your thighs.
“Youre a needy one aren’t you baby?” He asks as he thrusts himself on you, groaning in your ear.
He quickens his pace, uttering filthy things in your ear.
“Couldn’t wait, could you? You need this, can’t fuckin’ help yourself.” He whimpers in your ear between thrusts.
You’re rutting your hips into him as he ruts on you, mismatched thrusts, it was messy. You can’t help but moan his name over and over again.
“Let me take care of you baby. I got you don’t I?” He holds your hips down, keeping you in place. He never made you work for an orgasm.
You feel him throbbing, you knew he was close and so were you. Your stomach tensed, walls clenching around nothing.
He notices your face tensing up, he grabs your hips as he moves himself onto his knees, holding your body in the air as he rubs you on him.
“Fuck thats so good, you feel so fucking good.” He moans, watching you as he works the both of you over the edge.
You hold the couch with all you had, knuckles turning white as you reach pure bliss.
“You cummin’ for me baby, yeah? Gonna make me cum baby so fuckin’ good, fuck.” He blabbered nonsense as he came in his jeans, not stopping his rhythm of grinding you on him.
He slows his moments as you both come down from the orgasm. Laying you back onto the couch, he leans over you.
“Making me cum in my pants, fuck.” He laughs as you both see the wet spot on his jeans. You laugh back at him as you were no better, your slick was everywhere.
You both catch your breath, he rubs your face with a rough thumb.
“That was—“ He starts, you cut him off. “Yeah..I need to distract you much more often.” He laughs in response, nodding earnestly.
He lays a kiss on your forehead gently, picking the weapon back up to finish his work.
Kinktober | size difference
Frank castle x reader
Warnings: size difference, mentions of sex, fingering etc.
Kinda just a drabble..300ish words
When you first met, you were intimidated by his height.
He teased you so hard for your height.
Things like “Can’t hear you from down there.” “God you’re so fucking small.” were common phrases, a mix of flirting and teasing.
As things heated up between the two of you, the difference in size really came apparent.
When you held hands with him, his hand engulfed yours, barely able to interlock fingers.
Hugging, your face was pressed against his chest, your arms could barely reach around him, his arms swallowed you up.
He was very gentle with you, scared he would break you.
When he passes by you, his hand placed on your lower back, his hand almost spread from one side of your back to the other.
When it came to sex, he couldn’t fit it his full length in you.
He sized himself, placing the base at your cunt, the tip reached passed your bellybutton.
When he fingered you, he reached places you could only dream of.
He picked you up at any chance he got, handling you like you weighed nothing.
He loves getting things you normally can’t reach, his love language.
He is your bodyguard, when the two of you go out, he is always close by making sure someone doesn’t try you as an easy target.
He loves opening things for you, anytime he hears a struggle from you, he’s there in an instant doing it with ease
His hand engulfs your thigh, he loves keeping you close, sometimes you have to remind him of how close he is to your heat. He pretends he didn’t realise
AN: its short,, no plot,,, just brainrot,,, im burnt out,,,, bye…
Kinktober day three | public sex
Frank castle x reader
Warnings: unprotected piv, public sex ofc, fingering, cursing , pure porn with no plot
Word count: 722 | below the cut :)
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“Shh..” he hums in your ear. His hand tucked between your thighs. He moves it up and down your thigh. The loud sound of the people laughing and talking at the bar cancels out the sound of your whimpers.
He rubs your thigh painfully slow, your hand is locked onto his wrist. “Where do you want me?” He tilts his head at you.
You slowly move his hand further up your thigh, his fingers grazing your wet panties.
You didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to wear a skirt to this date, didn’t know you’d end up soaking wet at a shitty dive bar.
“Oh?” He smirks at you, poking his pointer at your throbbing clit. You wince at the touch, the relief.
“I need you.” You whisper to him. He didn’t hear you over the bustling bar. You lean into his ear. “I need you so fucking bad frank.” You say desperately.
He chuckles at your words. “You do, don’t you?” He tugs at the side of your panties, teasing you.
He pulls them to the side, just slightly, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles over your swollen clit.
You moan at the touch, he shushes you.
If it weren’t for the fact you were hidden by his large body, the bartender would have kicked you out long ago.
You cover your mouth, as he slides a thick finger inside of you. Stretching you out with one digit more than you ever could with two. He pumps it slowly in and out of you.
“Keep yourself together, be good, yeah?” He preaches as his spare hand cradles your face.
You nod, eyes glossy and brain fuzzy. He pulls out, you huff, he shoves two fingers in you. You jolt, even with your mouth covered a moan comes through.
He shakes his head at you, pumping himself harder into you. You grab his hand as you feel yourself reach your orgasm, he notices and pulls his hand away.
He stands up. You look at him confused, he lifts you off your seat, grabs your hand and starts walking.
He leads you to the bathroom, he takes you into a stall, pushing you against the wall. “Frank?” You ask him.”
He kisses your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. “Hmm?” He purrs as he kisses you.
“Fuck me.” You huff out, pulling his body flush with yours.
He laughs in response, pressing his clothed boner onto you. “You can ask nicer, can't you?” You sigh.
“Please, I want you frank.” You undo his belt, unzipping his fly.
“That's what I wanna hear.” He pulls himself out of his pants, the tip leaks precum. He hikes your dress up.
“Need me so bad, got me fucking you in a bar. You’re bad.” He picks you up, pulling your panties to the side and aligning the tip with you.
He slides himself in, you wrap your arms around his neck, you hear him moan as he bottoms out.
He stretches you out deep, reaching places you didn’t know existed.
He whispers nonsense as he bounces you up and down on him. “You feel so fucking good, oh shit.” He was bouncing you as if you weighed nothing.
He pounds into you deep, his hips smacking on your ass. You’re so caught up in the feeling of it all you’re letting every whimper, every moan just fall out of you at full volume.
You reach your hand down to touch yourself, he bats it away. “You’re gonna cum on this cock, feel every inch of it as you fall apart.” He huffs.
He pounds into you harder after that, you feel yourself starting to finish. “Frank, fuck.” You blabber out in between moans.
He hears the door open, something you miss over the overwhelming feeling of him bringing you to bliss. His large hand covers your face.
He slows his strokes, not stopping, he goes deeper. He hits the perfect spot over and over making you drunk on him, making you cum all over him.
After you came, he puts you down, letting you stabilize your wobbly legs. He places a kiss on your flushed cheeks before the two of you sneak back to the bar.
“You didn’t—“ You start, he shakes his head. “You did, that’s what matters.” He smiles at you.
Lurk | frank castle
Walking home from your night job was scary, who knew things would get scary enough to cause a knight in matte black armour to save you
Warnings: blood, hurt/comfort, violence
Frank castle x reader 2k words
A dangerous neighborhood was much worse at night. Criminals don’t need the night to commit crime but the night was like a birthday party to them.
The catcallers, the ones who drove a little slower when they passed by you. The guys that slowed their walk just to lurk behind you.
Unfortunately for you those night walks were your only choice, you worked nights at a liquor store.
From five to two in the morning you got the pleasure of serving all the drunks with a forced smile.
It wasn’t always so bad, if it got bad enough you had a gun stashed under the counter, it had never been fired but it was a threat to men who got a little too comfortable.
The walk home was an equal mix of bliss and being scared for your life.
Bliss to be going home, scared for your life for obvious reasons.
You had mace hooked to your keychain that stayed clutched in your fist till you walked into your apartment.
You tried to be aware of your surroundings to be safe but some nights the only thing that was able to keep you awake on your walk home was music.
You leave the store, locking it and starting your journey home. You open your phone to turn on your music then shove the earbuds into your ears. You clutch the mace inside of your purse keeping it close to your body.
The cold air burned your face, making you zip your jacket up to your chin, you check behind you seeing no one, thank god.
Your shoes click off the sidewalk then you reach the alley, the alley that cuts ten minutes off your commute but possibly will cut years of your life with risk. Yet, the quickness of the shortcut won over the risk every time.
You reassure yourself that you can defend yourself, look behind you and around then take a step into the alley, you take an earbud out just to be cautious.
The sound of leaky pipes on the walls surrounding you echo, you step into a puddle causing you to pause to shake the water out of your shoe, but the sounds of footsteps don’t stop.
You feel your heart enter your throat, you go to look behind you then feel the impact of a hard jagged object hitting the side of your head, you get a glance at the person before you hit the rough pavement.
You blink your eyes open, feeling the throbbing pain of your head, feeling through your hair for the root of the pain, you reach a tacky clump of hair soaked with your own blood, cursing under your breath.
You attempt to collect yourself, searching for your belongings, scanning the ground around you for your mace, your bag. You feel fear, an urge that makes your heart thump to look up to see the man who did this to you, you look.
Before you can put together what is happening he drops next to you, the smell of liquor and sweat blows towards you as his body slams to the ground, bloody and bruised. He looked so rough you weren’t sure if he was still alive.
“What the fuck.” You whisper to yourself.
You look to the direction he came from to see the silhouette of a large man. The street lights reflect on the wet black fabric you assumed was blood.
He approaches you, his boots stomping on the ground. You scoot back from him on your elbows, you try to get up but your fall caused your ankle to sprain and your knees to be skinned.
“Hey, hey you’re alright, you’re safe.” His deep voice says to you as he comes closer.
He’s close enough you can see his face, it was familiar like you’d seen him before. Your head throbbed as you tried to piece together why you recognized him.
“You expect me to feel safe with you, when you just beat the shit out of whoever this was?” You say, scanning his bloody face.
He chuckles. “This piece of shit? You feel empathy for this guy, this fucking scum.” He tilts his head at you.
You agree, he was horrible but seeing the damage of what this man did made you wonder if he was any better than him.
You sit up, clutching your head, scooting away to create a distance.
“How do I know you’re any better?” You question.
He opens his mouth, considering his words then speaks. “This here.” He kicks the man, then continues. “—was to protect you, listen, why don’t I show you that I am better, can I do that sweetheart?” He asks earnestly.
You tilt your head at him, he holds a hand out to you, an attempt to help you get up. The other hand works to pick up your belongings.
You stand up, leaning on him as your body pulsed with pain, you were better off with him than on the ground of a new york leaky alley. He accepts your use of him as an aid, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you.
“I’m going to walk you home, then patch you up. ‘M not letting you stay in the same state of some stray.” He says scanning your face, you leave a trail of blood behind the two of you, mixing with the damp ground.
You accept it, he seemed nice enough.
“I have people to check on me, so good luck trying to get away with murdering me.” You say.
He chuckles back, a smirk staying on his face till the two of you reach your door. He looks to you for the keys, you reach around your purse, pulling them out and pointing towards the right key.
He wiggles it into the lock, he opens the door then throws them into the bowl in the entrance of your apartment.
He lays you into your couch, looking around the room. The amber lights made for a comforting atmosphere, but also a comfort to the throbbing of your head.
He sits on the couch, scanning your face and body for injuries. Now he was in the light he wasn’t so bad looking, even attractive.
His lip was busted, he had a scar forming across his left cheek, a strong bone structure with a big nose that looked to be broken a decent amount of times. Your eyes softened at the sight.
He clears his throat. He almost looked uncomfortable with your stare, a man who seemed to be beyond comfortable with pain, a stare was too much for him.
“First aid? You got one?” He says glancing around the room, his eyes scan from the rug to your pile of clothes in the corner.
You nod. “Under the sink.” You point towards the kitchen. He gets up, boots thumping on the hardwood floors. “Take off your shoes, please.” You lift your head from the pillow, and immediately regret it.
He walks over the porch, leaving his boots then walking back over to you. He sits close to you, taking your chin into his hand, moving your head to get better access to your wound, you let him.
He looks at you. “What are you doing out so late anyways, dangerous for someone like you.” He opens the first aid, laying it on the coffee table.
“I work the night shift, pays more.” You say to him, playing with the tassel on a pillow next to you. He huffs in response, taking supplies out of the first aid.
He holds a needle, thread and rubbing alcohol swabs. “This is going to hurt sweetheart, you can hold onto me, okay?” He says with a soft look in his eyes.
You nod, he moves closer wrapping an arm around your head, his bicep was flush with your neck. It was hard, pure muscle.
“Maybe I shouldn't say this—“ you start, he looks at you. “—I wish we met in a different way because you’re kinda my type.” Your mouth moved before you could catch up.
He smirks at you then gently dabs the rubbing alcohol around your wound, you felt it burn into your head. Your first instinct was to hold his arm, nails digging into his skin.
“Are you ready, i’ll be as gentle as possible okay.” He says softly.
You nod, gripping him tighter in anticipation, you feel the needle penetrating you over and over again.
Whimpers escape your mouth, the unbearable pain, you bite into his bicep to control the sound.
“Shh shh it’s okay baby I got you.” He whispers into your ear, the deep grumble of his voice when he whispers was the most attractive thing about him.
If he wasn’t practicing surgery on you right now, you might have been turned on.
He finishes his work then sits you up, scanning you for more injuries. “Take off your pants.” He tells you.
“Really?” You pout at him, you felt close to him already through this bond of injury but having your legs bare was too much.
He nods back at you. “Can’t leave you scraped up without cleaning it first.” He says earnestly.
You unbutton your jeans, unzipping the fly, pulling them down and disregarding them on the floor. You laugh to yourself then clutch your head in pain.
He smirks at you, “what is it?” He says scanning your face.
You shyly look away. “I would have worn better underwear if I knew this was going to happen.” You cover your face.
He shakes his head at you. “Doesn’t matter darling.” He rubs the back of your calf.
You look down at him kneeling before you, he’s scanning your legs for wounds. You look his body up and down, the way his bicep was red from you biting it, his shirt hugged his muscles right down to his pants. His pants were tight in the crotch, were you turning him on?
He catches your eyes and shifts himself to hide it, he grazes your ankle and you flinch. His hands were rough and gigantic compared to yours, but he touched you so gently.
“I'm sorry sweetheart, that hurt?” He asks with concern in his face.
You nod back with a pout. He grabs something out of the first aid and starts wrapping it in place.
“You know you’re in rougher shape than me.” You say to him.
He chuckles. “I can handle it, don't worry.” He looks at you as he finishes wrapping your ankle. He moves to start bandaging your knees.
You roll your eyes at him, he smirks back. You catch his eyes scanning past your knees and up your thighs, he sees you staring and clears his throat.
“What’s your name?” You ask as he stands up, getting ready to leave.
He looks at you “Frank, what’s yours?” He asks, you tell him yours, he scans your face then repeats it.
He heads to the door. “I’ll see you around sweetheart—“ you cut his sentence off.
“Stay, please.” You beg him.
His shoulders drop as he walks back to you. “You can sleep here, but can you help me to bed?” You ask him.
“I can, thank you, are you sure?” He asks, scared to overstep.
He lifts you up, carrying you to your bed, tucking you in. “You don’t owe anything to me, you know.” He says.
You nod and close your eyes. He kisses the top of your head, you pull him back, kissing below the cut on his cheek.
“Goodnight Frank, thank you for being there for me.” You say, he hums in response and heads for the living room.
The last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is a news report about the criminal called "The Punisher” by the press, he turned it off, you heard him grunt then shift to lay down.
An: i plan to make this multipart so let me know if you guys would want that:)
Kinktober day two | masturbation
Frank castle x reader
Warnings: masturbation (he masturbates to you….) facial, cursing
773 words :) below the cut
You left the shared apartment to run some errands, it was the weekend you had no work, no rush. It was your favorite, running errands then coming home to cuddle up with Frank, nowhere to be just relaxation.
You wondered on these days what Frank did when you were out, of course he offered to come but you liked the quiet alone time. Just the soft hum of the refrigerators and checking out vegetables for bruising.
You wondered if he missed you, you pull out your phone to text him. He wasn’t a big texter, he was old fashioned like that.
“Hey:)” you message him. You see the text bubbles pop up as he types.
“Everything alright? Was just thinking of you.” He messages back.
You read the message and smile.
“Me too, everything’s good.” You respond, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.
He reads the message, smiling and turning his phone over. Your instagram was pulled up on the laptop. He’s out of breath, his hips bucking into his fist.
He drags his fist up and down his length, slow and tightly. Clicking onto your most recent photo, a photo of you he had taken of you on a date. You were wearing a revealing outfit with your hair pinned up. It drives him crazy.
His fist picks up the pace, eyes glued to the screen. He reaches next to him where he had your panties stashed.
He spreads his legs further, bringing your panties to his face, inhaling the scent of you, the scent of your need from the last time you two had sex.
He curses your name, curses you for making him this full of want. Making him this hard at the thought of you.
He fucks his fist, stopping to spit on the tip, rubbing it around with a grunt then peering back to the screen. His eyes trace every curve of your body, every curve of your face.
He thinks back to how you let him touch you under the table, how the date got cut short by how bad you needed him. He grips his girth tightly, hips lifting off the chair to fuck his fist.
He clicks to the next photo, a photo of you and him, a photo you had to crop to hide the way he was gripping your ass. The thought of it makes him almost bust right there and then.
He hears the sound of the door clicking open followed by the sound of you calling his name. He closes the laptop, shoving himself back into his sweatpants, wiping the glimmer of sweat from his forehead.
You open the bedroom door, you see him spread at the desk, grey sweatpants hiding absolutely nothing, he’s hard, precum darkening his pants. He sees you see it and adjusts himself. Your mouth opens at the sight.
He clears his throat. “How was it?” He says awkwardly.
“What were you doing?” You tilt your head at him, walking closer.
He licks his lips, blurting out a lie. “Not much..” he trails off.
You reach to open the laptop, he looks at you with worry.
You open it to see your instagram, you look at him, he’s rubbing his forehead with a smirk.
“Oh?” You are shocked at the sight. “Were you?” You ask.
He nods, grabbing himself through his sweatpants. He throbs at the touch.
You kneel before him, resting your face on his knee. “Don’t let me stop you then.” You smirk at him
He bites his lip, pulling his length out, slowly stroking it as he looks into your eyes with glossy eyes, making you melt.
You lay one hand on his thigh next to your face. You see the hope enter his eyes as he thinks you’re going to take over. “You’re so beautiful, watching me fuck my fist for you.” He moans between words.
You smile as you watch him quicken his pace. He whimpers as he ruts into his fist. His face starts to scrunch up, he is about to finish.
“Fuck, oh fuck you’re so fuck, couldn’t help myself, needed you.” He bucks his hips, cum shooting onto your face, covering it.
“Jesus.” He looks at you, face covered in his ropes, smiling.
You lick the amount covering your lips, wiping the rest with your thumb and sucking it into your mouth.
He mutters a long “fuck.” As he watches you, bringing your face closer to him.
He kisses you, hard with passion. “Bring in the groceries?” You whisper to him. He nods, giving your forehead a kiss before pulling his pants up to leave.
Kinktober | sexting
Frank castle x reader
Warnings: sexting, pet names, cursing, pwithoutp, freaky what can i say
500 words below the cut
Frank was out of town, but you needed him, needed him now.
You pick up your phone to text him, though he wasn’t a big texter, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t try to keep the conversation going.
You open up the text thread with him.
Your thumbs dance on the screen, typing out a message.
“Hey, are you busy?” You send the message.
He reads the message.
“Not busy, what's up baby?” He messages back.
You hover your fingers over the keyboard before typing back.
“I miss you..want you here.” You send. You see him type then an idea pops into your mind.
You snap a photo of yourself in the dim light of the bedroom. You were dressed in an oversized shirt, his. Nipples peaking through the fabric, it draped over your curves, covering to mid thigh.
He stops typing, likes your photo and resumes.
“Fuck.” He sends.
“Holy fucking christ, teasing me are ya?” Was his response.
You smile. You knew what you were doing.
“Wanna see you, gonna touch myself to you.” You slyly respond.
“Shit, I'm not too hot looking right now.” He says, knowing damn well you found him attractive no matter the conditions.
He sends a photo, his shirt was off, sweat beaded on his chest made apparent by his minimal lighting. His belt was unbuckled, pants tight with a growing boner.
Exactly what you were looking for, something to fuel your thoughts.
“I’d love to get on my knees to take care of that for you.” You respond as you grope yourself over the fabric of your shirt.
“Yeah, got any panties on?” His response took longer, telling you both hands were not on the phone.
“Wanna see and find out :)” you type back.
“Course i do,”
You lift the hem of the shirt, spreading your legs slightly, showing your heat, leaking need, making your thighs glisten. You angle your phone, sending the picture.
“Don’t know what you’re doing to me baby.” He sends a photo with this message.
His cock is being choked by his fist, tip leaking precum, veins highlighted in the light. You figured he didn’t realise it was a live photo.
You press on the photo, you watch as his hand glides up and down his length as he grunts under his breath.
“Im gonna cum, you sound so good frank.” You type back, you had barely touched yourself but as you watched the live photo over and over again it didn’t take much touching.
“Yeah? Cum for me, when I get back that's all you're gonna do, gonna stuff those holes real good baby.” You can hear the need through the words.
Before you reach your peak, you start a voice memo. You record the wet sounds of you fingering and rubbing yourself mixed with your pleas of his name and whimpers.
You send it and finish.
He keeps the memo, and types.
“Came all over my phone, sound so pretty moaning my name.”
AN: GUYS IM SO BUSY IM SORRY I KNOW IM SO BEHIND they will come EVENTUALLY IM SORRY
Kinktober day six | phone sex
Frank castle x reader
Warnings : mutual masturbation, phone sex, cursing
633 words, below the cut
Ring ring ring
You lay your phone down on the bed, slamming it against the soft pillows.
Frank was out of town “on business” when he said that you thought it was better to not push. Better if you didn’t know.
Your phone buzzes against the pillow, it was him.
“Hey darling.” His voice sounded rougher, he sounded hurt.
“Hey, I miss you.” You whisper back, a weight lifted off your chest knowing he was alive.
“I was thinking of you, perfect timing.” You can hear rustling in the background.
“Where are you?” You ask with concern. You lay flat on the bed, clutching a pillow between your arms.
He clears his throat. “Hotel.” He states.
You sigh.
“Okay, you’re safe?” You ask, no way he was in a hotel, wasn’t his style. Only mattered if he was safe or not.
“Mhm, you’re home?” He asks. You nod then remember he can’t see you.
“I’m home, in bed—” You stroke the sheets. “It's so big and lonely without you.” You bring the phone closer.
“You ready for bed darlin’?” He asks with earnest.
“Mhm, you?” You ask.
He chuckles. “Oh yeah, in my pyjamas.” He jokes.
“What do you got on?” He asks, his tone changed.
You scan yourself. “Your shirt, and shorts.” You start. “Smells like you.”
You hear him take a deep breath. “Yeah? What shirt…what shorts?” He asks, you can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Your black shirt, the one I picked out. The shorts, it’s the ones you hate.” You smile.
You hear him suck air through gritted teeth. “Yeah? The ones that you ass hang out of?”
You smile, “those are the ones.”
You hear him fumble with his belt.
“Anything underneath?” He unzips his pants.
Maybe he missed you just as much.
“Nothing, no bra..” you slide your hands in the shorts. “..no panties.”
You hear him curse, followed by him spitting on his hand. “I’d tear those shorts right off ya.” You hear the jingling of his belt as he jerks himself.
“ ‘M so wet, wish you were here.” You keep your hand hovered over your heat.
“Shit, gonna play with that pussy for me darlin’?” He huffs out.
“Talk me through it?” You ask moving your hand to touch yourself.
“Gonna need both hands.” His breathing is heavy.
“Yes, okay.” You respond.
“Rub that clit for me, slowly. With the other hand I want you to finger yourself for me.” His breathing speeds up.
You slide your other hand in your shorts, thinking for a second then taking them off.
Positioning your fingertips are your hole, you gather your slick then insert them, letting a whimper fall out.
You hear him groan at the sound.
You pump your fingers inside, on the other hand mindlessly rubbing circles on your clit.
“Feel good? God nothing compares to that sweet tight pussy of yours.” He moans out.
You moan back.
“Wanna speed it up, I'm real close for you darling.” He whimpers out.
You were too, just the sound of hearing his voice could make you cum right there.
“ ‘M close too frank, fingers not big enough, need yours.” You clench around your digits.
“Fuck I know, I’ll have you screaming my name when I get home, sound good?” You can hear the movements of his hand.
“Can i cum?” You beg him.
He moans at your question, whimpering a low “fuck..”
“Cum for me darlin’ ‘m cumming with you.”
The sounds of both your orgasm mix. It felt so good you almost forgot he wasn’t here.
The two of you finish then your phone buzzes.
He sent you a photo.
A photo of his shirt, covered in his own cum. He captioned it with “Got a little too carried away.” You smile at the photo.