His ears were still ringing on the drive home. All the machines going off and the people speaking. One voice over another. His first full day not being sent into a triage timeout. He thought he could handle it and he realized, maybe he wasn't. He walked around the house slumped over, thinking you weren't home yet. When he saw you reading on the couch. He groaned in relief which got a jump out of you. You looked up from your book with wild eyes before you realized it was your husband.
“You scared me!” He didn't even acknowledge you. He just fell on top of you.
“You have no idea how bad I needed to see you.” He muttered into your collarbone.
You held him close in your arms. He found his place in the space between your neck and chin. He could almost fall asleep like this, but something kept him awake, and inkling, an urge. “What's on your mind?” You interrupted his internal struggle with a sweet question. He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and a syrupy smile.
“Can I- uhm” He cleared his throat and looked down with an expression that told you he was going over the words in his head. His eyes were fixed on your chest. He looked back up at you and continued.
“Please?” His voice was quiet and deep. You knew what he was asking and you have no reason to deny him, but he knew the rules.
“Please, what?” You smirk. His face gets closer and closer before he kisses you like a starving man.
“Please let me suck on your titsss-” He whined.
“Okay.” You chuckle. You didn't even get a chance to adjust before he pulled your shirt and bra up in one fell swoop. He latched on and gasped at the feeling of your soft nipple on his tongue. His eyes shut like he was so focused on this one act.
“Love your tits…” His mouth was full of flesh and he could barely slur out his words. You play with his hair and watch his jaw and brows relax. All his attention in your breast. So much so, he was absentmindedly starting to grind on your thigh. It started with him trying to get comfortable to what was clearly him humping you. You cup his ass to make him aware of his movements. He moaned softly.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He muttered.
“Mh mh.” You shook your head. “You wanna cum, Frankie?”
“Wann’ suck your titties.” He pouted.
“Well, maybe you can have both? I think you deserve it. My big strong man is always working so hard.”
“Please…” His voice was small. He didn't feel so big and strong lately.
“Here, get up, yeah?” You sat up and he shuffled into your lap. You felt up and down his thigh roughly which made him shudder. You hand found your way to his bulge and you gave it a soft squeeze. He winced and started to pant. His open mouth taking your teat once more. You smirk and just keep playing with the growing lump in his pants. You undo the button of his shorts and pull his waist band down ever so slightly. It was just enough to free his stiffness. His hips pushed up, desperate for more. You obliged, stroking him slowly. He whimpered into your breast. His hips began to move against your hands and eventually you let him take over. He fucked your fist until his eyes where rolling back, his mouth refusing to let go of your nipple.
“Fwuckk-” He moaned. His hips went faster and faster. “Can I cum? Gonna cum!” He cried out.
“Go ahead baby. Cum for me.” You commanded and he followed orders. His thick, white release spilt all over your hand.
“Fuck, that's good. Did so good for me, Frank.” You cooed. He had a dopey smile on his face which made you laugh.
“Let me go wash my hands, yeah? Then, we can go lay in bed.” He nodded and got up. He tucked his spent cock into his boxers but didn't bother zipping his pants back up as he shuffled to your bedroom.
You died off your hands and walked back to the bedroom. Frank’s pants were tossed into the hamper, and he was laying on the bed in just a shirt and underwear, eyes closed. You assumed he was asleep and tried to quietly crawl into bed. He was not yet asleep and immediately clung to you.
“You alright, babe?” You asked. You could tell he came in in a bit of a funk, so you just wanted to check on him.
“Just- had a rough day…” He answered groggily.
“Well, you wanna talk about it after a nap?” You were met with snores as a response.
“Okay.” You kissed his forehead and held him close until you fell asleep.
Langdon’s first time submitting would be so precious!!
He might be the first one to bring it up. Sex with you two was relatively vanilla, but there were times where he let that side of him show
Langdon spent the night and you woke up to cuddles and kisses when he starts to stir. You can already tell what he wanted, but before you can say anything, he begged in the prettiest, breathiest voice.
"Can I just- grind on your thigh? Promise I'll be quick." Of course, he could have all he wanted and more, but you let him have your thigh, just to watch him get himself off like a touch-starved virgin.
That moment of vulnerability definitely sat in the back of his mind for a while. Was that weird? Did you like it? Should he not have asked for it? You, of course, couldn't stop thinking about how hot he looked, the way his face contorted in pleasure and how his kisses got sloppier as he got closer.
He finally brings it up a week later
"Hey, uhm- about the other day-" He started
"What other day?" It didn't even click that that memory wasn't ringing in your head like his. All though, it was, just for different reasons.
"Y'know, when I- uhm-" He cleared his throat.
"Grinded on you? " Oh.
"What about it?" You asked.
"I'm just- it wasn't weird right? I'm sorry if it was."
"Why would it be weird?"
He needed to hear that so bad. His eyes light up and he feel so safe in that moment
He starts showing little bits of his submissive side and you eat it up.
He asks for you on top more, gets more whiny, even asks if he can cum.
You're riding him roughly as you start to get closer to your orgasm. Langdon is even closer. Your hips dig into his and he tries to open his eyes. Big mistake. The sight of your hips jiggling and landing on him with each 'plap' completely overwhelm him.
"I'm close! Baby, I'm so close! Can I come?" He has never asked that before.
"Yeah, cum! Cum for me Frankie!
You cuddled that night and he slept better than he had in a while. It was like you held his world in your hands.
Then he finally musters up the courage to ask to submit, truly submit. Not just letting him whimper and holding him, he wanted to lose control.
"I just really the idea of you having control over me. Tell me when I've been good or bad. I want-" He swallowed. "I want to be your pet."
That lit a fire in you. You urged him to keep going. But before that, he had to have a safe word, for both of your's sake.
"Uhm, Banana?" He responded with the first word that came to mind.
That was your go ahead. He kept going on about what he liked and how he wanted to be treated. You felt up his thighs and pulled down his shorts.
He watched your hands move before you ordered him to look back up at you. His gaze snapped back up and he just watched your mouth form command after command.
"Mmh, you like being told what to do, huh baby?" You could tell by the way his body reacted. You felt his growing heart through his underwear and he grunted. You smirked "What else do you like?"
He shivered. "I- oh- I like when you're on top of me. 'Makes me feel so small- fuck-" You pull down his waistband and his cock flops up.
"I wanna feel like a pet, like your show dog. I want to be trained to obey and please." His face grew hot. He'd never said this out loud.
You spit on his tip and his hips jolted when he felt it fall down his shaft before you started stroking him.
"And I wanna be t-toyed with-"
"How?"
"Fuck- tease me, tease my dick! Make me hold on my cum and choke me until I'm dizzy." He gasped. Just the idea was making his head spin.
He was so close, working himself up with his own thoughts.
"Fuck, Frank are you seriously drooling right now." You wipe the corner of his lip where spit started to pool.
"Sorry- I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm a mess. You make me a mess..." He whimpered. "I- shit! I'm gonna come! Please let me come!" His legs shook in a way they never had before. His mind was so fuzzy and his eyes set on your.
"That's it baby, let it all go."
And, he did. He released all over you with a high-pitched whine and a string on 'thank you's.
Pairing: sub!Frank Langdon x dom!fem!reader
Warnings: nsft content, pitt!reader, dom/sub themes, dom!reader, sub!Langdon, hr visit waiting to happen, oral (r!receiving), leg humping, mean!reader, name calling, mild pet play (bc I can't help myself)
Word Count: 1,586
Description: Frank just couldn't control himself
a/n: decided to bled these two asks together
It started as something small, the little smirks and glances he would shoot at you while walking past you in the hall. Then it would be the little comments he would make under his breath when walking past you.
“Can't wait to take those scrubs off of you…”
“Don't know how much longer I can wait for this shift to be over.”
All with no concern for who might hear him, a patient, a coworker, Gloria. He was truly unaffected by the idea that someone might overhear. This shift was already long enough without Langdon teasing you and giving you that kicked puppy look when you ignored him. The final straw was when you went to grab something from your locker. Just some eyedrops after drying them out from staring at your computer charting all day. Then, you felt someone behind you. Big arms grabbing your waist and wet breath on your neck.
“Why are you ignoring me?” He whimpered.
“Langdon-”
“Frank.” He didn't like it when you called him that like everyone else. He was your husband. He wanted to be called by his name even when you tried to remain professional.
“Frank,” You relented. “Someone is gonna see us, this is inappropriate.” You shimmied out of his grasp and he pouted when your eyes met his. That unwavering pout was the last thing you saw before he grabbed you again, his face in your chest. “Pleaseee” He groaned. “I can be quick, we can find a closet or-” His rambles were cut off by you grabbing the hair at his nape.
“Ah! Ah!”
“This isn't fucking Grey's Anatomy, Frank. This is a work place. If you don't get it together right now…” You heard footsteps and let go of him immediately. You turned back around to your locker and went back to grabbing your eye drops as if nothing happened while Langdon rubbed the sore spot on his neck. Princess walked past you two with a quiet giggle. You shut your locker and looked at him with a glare. “Just wait ‘til we get home.” You warned before walking off.
The rest of the shift was torture for him. Anytime he managed to get anywhere near you, you would make some excuse and walk off. A chart to read, a lab to get back, a trauma to attend to. It was like you were running away from him. He hated it. When your shift was eventually over, he offered to get the car and would let you go after him.
“No, no. I got it!” He kissed you on the cheek and ran off to the parking lot. He was determined to be on his best behavior.
He pulled up the car and started asking you about your day on the ride as if he wasn't only ever a few feet away at all times. You gave him short answers, which, suffice to say, did not satisfy him.
“Are- uhm- are you mad at me?” He asked quietly, as if any louder and he would shake the earth.
“Why would I be mad, Frank?”
“Uhm- I was bad. I was really bad…” He kept his eyes on the road, partly for safety, partly to avoid your gaze.
“How were you bad?”His hands tightened on the wheel. He didn't want to admit what he did. He was quiet for a few seconds, his mouth dry and palms wet.
“Frankie?”
“I was teasing you.” He said pitifully. “And, I wouldn't let you work.”
You didn't respond. He knew what this was.
“No, no. Please speak to me! C'mon!” This was worse than any physical punishment. He could handle the smacks, the bites, the gags. He couldn't handle the quiet.You crossed your arms.
“Keep your eyes on the road.” Is all you said. He did add you said and the rest of the trip home was quiet.You walked out of the car when he parked and he followed you out, almost tripping over himself.
“Baby? Baby! Please, I'm sorry!” No response. You unlocked the door and took off your shoes as if you were the only one in the house. When he walked in and closed the door behind him.
“I'm sorry! Please! I know you can hear me! I was a needy mutt, okay? I'm a dog. Treat me like one. Drag me around and do whatever you want with me.” You took off your shoes and walked on to the couch. He kept trying to apologize all the way. You sat on the couch and he tried to sit next to you
“Off.” You quickly corrected him. He whimpered and crawled onto the floor. He looked at you with wet eyes. He wasn't sure how much he could take.
“You're really sorry, hm?” You finally broke the silence.
“So, so sorry.” He said, his voice broken.
“Then,” You grab his face and he gasps. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”
“Anyway.” A tear slipped out and you smirked.
“Aww, don't cry. I know you can't help being a stupid mutt.” You dropped his head. You thought for a moment. “Okay, here's what you're gonna do.” You start shimmying your scrubs off and he breathing starts picking up. He looks up at you in awe. Your panties come off with the bottoms and your pussy is exposed to your hungry boy. He knows better than to go after it. He waits for your command. You don't give it right away, though. You grab the remote off the table and turn on the TV, flipping through channels until you find a show that interests you. He bites his lip looking up at you and looking back at your pussy.
“Go ahead…” You sighed as if you were fed up with him just being there. He watched for any change in your expression as he sucked on your clit. It was to no avail. You just kept watching your show and he tried everything to get a reaction out of you. He closed his eyes and mouthed at your pussy until his face was shiny.
“Is that good? Does it feel good?” He mumbled against your wetness. It was driving him crazy that he wasn't getting a reaction out of you.
“Shut up.” You snapped back.
You bit your thumb trying to remain emotionless. The fact of the matter was, Langdon was great at eating pussy. He was so focused and just wanted to make you feel better. Soon, it was too much to fake. You grabbed his hair and started to grind on his tongue. Your head fell back as you suffocated poor Langdon with your pussy.
“Yes! Yes!” You moaned as you came all over his face. Your legs shook and he moaned against folds. You pulled him away once your were satisfied and he was left panting, his tongue out and eyelids heavy.
“Look at you, pup. So fucking messy…” He nodded in agreement. He really was a mess, physically and mentally. He started to weakly undo his own pants and you just laughed.
“Wh- What?” His voice trembled, confused.
“What? You seriously thought I was going to touch after all that? Fat chance. If you wanna act like a dog, you're gonna get yourself off like one.” You pulled your leg out and gave him that ‘get to work’ look.
He looked at your leg and back up at you. He choked back a sob and held himself steady on your thigh before wrapping his legs around yours. He was rock hard. He started grinding and hips were already stuttering.
“S-shit…” He groaned. He was too sensitive. It was the most contact he'd had all day.
“Are you already close, mutt? Are you that desperate?” You laughed.
He whined, “Oh, oh… Ngh-”
“Aw, are you gonna cum in your pants? Is my pup gonna make an even bigger mess?” He nodded feverishly. His body was on fire chasing his orgasm.
“Can- fuck- Can I?” His brain doesn't even register the degradation anymore. He just wants to cum.
“Yeah, c'mon. Make a mess for me, pup!” Your voice was now much sweeter than before. It made his skin flush and his hip quiver.
“Gonna cum, gonna come!” He panted. His hips gave one final push before he came all in his pants. His body shook and legs gave out. He collapsed onto his legs. His sweaty face rested on your knee. You pet his head.
“You alright, babe?” He nodded slowly. He could almost fall asleep right then and there. He tried to close his eyes but you interrupted.
“Ah, ah. Let's go to the bed, yeah?” His eyes opened back up and swallowed dryly.
“Yeah…”You lead him into the bedroom where you each got into a comfy change of clothes and laid in the bed all cuddled up. He held you tight like you would slip away if his grip was any looser.
“You did really good, y'know that? Sorry I had to get so mean.” You ran your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, shaking his head.
“Like it when you're mean. I needed it.” He yawned. “Sorry I was so pushy today. I just-” He sighed. “I don't know, I just felt a little needy. I know I shouldn't have acted like that.”
“No, you shouldn't have.” You kiss his forehead.
“But, I know I'm just so sexy and you just can't help it.” You laugh.
He's just so tired. He really needs someone there. He's a doctor but major loser!boyfriend vibes.
He loves being held. You're just so warm and he gets cold easily.
He wants his hair played with all the time. Only by you tho. He very prissy about his looks.
At the same time, he wants to be absolutely ruined by you.
He wants tears down his cheeks, drool down his chin, and sweat clumping his hair.
Submission is an escape for him.
"Aww, you can't even think. Huh, Frankie?"
He hears that tone in your voice and he's gone.
It's not even that he wants you to be rough (tho that's definitely an option), he just wants to be out of his own mind.
He loves the idea of just being used
You're riding him and he's just whining about how good you feel. his hands on your hips where you told him to keep them.
"You like being my fucking dildo, baby? Just a toy for me to get off?" He responded with a guttural moan. Already tipping on the edge he begged you to slow down but you just laughed at him.
"Uh uh, we're done when I say so."
"Please, please. I can't hold it!
On that same note, overstim is his biggest enemy, but it's a enemies-to-lover arc (un)fortunately.
It's that same thing of just being teased out of his mind.
I imagine he would be a little nervous about it? Because, in the pitt, anytime he has seen someone being handcuffed, it didn't look like a pleasant experience so he would be a little apprehensive. But, you looked so excited when you brought it up and he is a people pleaser through and through.
You would get him a pair of soft ones so he wouldn't be intimidated by thick metal ones and try to warm him up by cuffing him in a position you know he's comfortable, like with his head in your lap, just petting him and telling him how good he's doing. It wouldn't be the most comfortable but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
Playing with them would be next-level. I feel like Langdon would be naturally very handsy, so as you are touching him, he would want you but he can't and that would make him even more desperate. Bucking his hips, whining, maybe even a few tears.
I just wanted to see if you would do a sub Frank Langdon from The Pitt? I only ask that the reader be male (if you aren't feeling it that's fine) and that frank has a praise kink. Please and thank you. 😊
I am a man of the people bookie, I’m feeling whatever you’re feeling 😛
Frank ABSOLUTELY has a praise kink. He wants to be good for you all the time and that means he wants to be recognized for being such. Imagine, if you will.
He's laying in bed with you and you're watching this show he's been trying to get you into. You're not paying too much attention. His head is on the pillow and you are sitting up with your arm around him. He looks up at you every once in a while to make sure you're watching, scanning for reactions. You take notice and the next time he looks up at you, you're looking back at him. He immediately looked away like a schoolboy caught staring at his crush. The episode finishes and he asks, “What did you think?”
You nod your head. “I think I have to get further in to understand…” You said in a way to spare his feelings.
“Yeah, yeah it gets better in the third episode. I mean I really like it, maybe the pacing could be better but there's a lot to unpack and-” You shut him up with a kiss and you can feel him relax into you. “What was that for?”
“You were rambling.” You smirk.
“Maybe I should ramble more often…” He leans in for another kiss. You cup his kiss and kiss him softly. “You're cute when you ramble.” You chuckle against his mouth and you can practically feel his face heat up. His movements stutter a bit and you pull back to see his flushed face. “Are you blushing, Langdon?” “Shut upppp…” He groans and puts his forehead on your chest.
“Awww, he can't handle his boyfriend calling him cute?” You wrap your arms around him and rock him playfully.
“Well, I have news for you.” You whisper in his ear. “Not only are you cute. You're so handsome and sexy and such a good boyfriend…” You bite his earlobe gently and he shudders.
“Yeah?” He craves being told he's doing a good job like he craves air.
“Yeah, you're so good to me.” You kiss his forehead. “So sweet, bringing home little treats and stories.” Your lips connect with his and you whisper.
“Such a good boy for me…” That just about did it. Your body presses against his and your thigh can feel his hard on.
“Jesus, Langdon. That got you hard?” You groan. He doesn't have a response.
“Get on your back.” He was quick to respond. In one swift motion he was on his back and looking up at you with an amazed expression. He watches as your hands trailed down his body. You lift up his shift and clap his tummy softly, earning a grunt from Frank. Your hands rub up and down the skin.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” You pull down his sweats and his hardening cock rests over the fabric. “Such a handsome boy with this big cock?” You stroke him and his head falls back. “And so good for me, so polite, always asks to suck me off so nicely.” You add. Frank’s hips start to shake and he whines out a plea to cum.
“Fuck, already? I guess you can since you've been so good.” And he wastes no time making a mess all over himself.
“That's it, that's a good boy.” You groan. He looks at you with such weak eyes, but behind them, there is a hunger.
“What are you thinking, babe?” He shudders. “Can I please suck your dick?” Even when he was the one being taken care of, his mind was on you.
“Hmm, well since you were so nice about it…” You sit on your legs and pull out your hard-on from your shorts. He quickly flips onto his stomach, not worrying about the mess, and licks a stripe up your length. Your eyes roll back when he tries to swallow your whole girth in one go. He wasn't successful and gagged halfway down. His lips were coated in spit and precum when he came up for air. You take his head by the hair.
“Relax for me, babe.” He opens his mouth and looks at you with trusting eyes. You ease him down onto your cock and he closes his eyes trying to relax his throat. “Yeah that's it, that's my good boy.” You keep pushing him further down ever so slightly until his nose is pressed to your lower stomach. “Look at that. Such a good little cocksucker.” You laugh. Langdon responds with a whimper and eyes squeezed shut. You pull him off and repeat the pattern of easing him down until his throat was slippery enough to fuck. You pick up the pace with a few whines and gags from Langdon along the way. All the while, his eyes are shut as he focuses. Soon, you can't hold back.
“That's it, yeah that's a good boy. Gonna cum in your mouth. Wanna see my pretty boy's eyes when I cum.” His eyes flutter open and that sight alone is enough to make you come undone. You hold him down and release deep into his throat.
“Fuckkk…” A satisfied whine comes out through his nose. You let go and allow him to pull himself up. He looks at you so lovingly. There is no place he'd rather be.
