“𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀?”
SYNOPSIS: you wanted foreplay. frank reluctantly agreed.
CHARACTER: male reader x frank castle
NOTE: something about frank... it turns me on....
kinktober masterlist .
WC: 1,0k
WARNING: boot grinding,, praise,, frank is very embarrassed,, dry humping,, soft-ish!frank,, light ooc!frank,,
oh, now this was interesting. you actually managed to get frank, the frank castle, onto his knees, on the ground. here you were, sitting on a chair, looking down at him. “didn't think you’d listen.” you say, a hint of amusement lacing your voice. “this ain’t ever gonna happen again. it’s a one time thing.” frank warns, voice cool, eyebrows knitted together in an attempt to look put together. but you saw the bulge in his pants. say what you want, but this was one hundred percent turning him on.
“oh, i’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” you muse, lifting your foot from the ground, the hard bottom of your boot pressing to frank’s crotch. he inhaled a sharp hiss, looking down at the result of your action. his lips parted and he was about to say something snarky. “don’t even try defending yourself.” you say. “if you didn’t like this, you would’ve been out of the house already. so, fess up.”
he gritted his teeth, eyes flicking up to meet yours. he looked pissed. he hated that he couldn’t deny it either. the heavy feeling of your foot on his clothed cock felt better than he ever would've imagined. “this’s stupid. we don’t need the foreplay.” frank reasoned, a rough hand landing just above your boot, on your shin. “hey, it doesn’t hurt to try.” you say with a grin, moving your foot to see just how much he’d react. and oh, did he. his thighs visibly tensed, muscles tightening, fingers squeezing at your flesh. for frank, that’s so much more than a subtle reaction. after raising an eyebrow and letting a smirk adorn your features, you slip your foot off of his crotch and onto the ground, pushing it forward slightly. frank looked at your foot and then up to you, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. no way.
“you’re just gonna sit there?” you ask, pointing to your foot with your chin. “make me do all the work?” you can see frank’s face twitching slightly, anger and embarrassment overwhelming him, but he held himself. he always did around you. he knew what you were implying and he never felt more pathetic. grinding on your boot like a bitch in heat? that isn’t like frank at all.
but who am i kidding. lovesick frank’s rare, but god is that version of him the sweetest and most neediest ever. you were hoping, praying, you’d be able to bring that version out of him. it tended to be the most prominent when you took on the dominant role, when you didn't listen to his complaining and groaning. that’s when he softens. when he lets himself go.
“go on.” you urge him softly, watching his every move intently. frank caves in, very hesitantly, with a dissatisfied grunt. he shifted up, hand still on your shin, his crotch now pressing against your EDL. fuck, that sight was so hot. “pointless.” he murmurs gruffly, head bowing down. he didn’t even start moving yet. “c’mon frank, you know you want to.” you encourage him again, moving your other leg up, resting your calf on his shoulder. frank gives you an incredulous look. he felt ridiculous, and here you were, getting comfortable. with a murmured curse word, he started grinding just slightly. you watched in amusement, and very obviously, with arousal, your mouth in an open smile.
frank grunted lowly, his mouth pressed to your knee. ‘wouldn’t like it’, he said, but his hands dug into your leg. his embarrassment seemed to wash away pretty quickly, seeing as he started rutting against your leg more insistently, pressing his crotch harder against you. “seems like you’re getting the hang of it.” you mutter breathlessly, your hand sliding into frank’s short, black hair. you don’t get a response, not a coherent one anyway. he turns his head a bit, subconsciously leaning into your gentle touch as his face scrunched up. there it is. that needy side of his. he tried to ignore your words, to push aside the shame. to be quite fair, as long as he focused on the feeling of his covered bulge rubbing against you.
“good boy, frank.” you coo, fingers pressing to his scalp as you nudged his head backwards to look at his face. in any other situation, frank would give you a side eye and tell you that he’s not a dog for you to be calling him a ‘good boy’, but currently? he’s not in the right headspace to string together a sentence. after some unrelented grinding, frank was starting to crumble. his rutting got more stuttery, inconsistent and broken. his hips were twitching and pressing down more into your boot—he was not even holding his weight up anymore. “fuck.. ngh-” his voice was quiet, strained, as if he was holding himself back. was he?
“you gonna make a mess in your pants for me?” you tease lightheartedly, but meaning every word you’ve said. before frank could even answer, you cut him off. “do it.”
the authorative tone? your hand still in his hair? fuck he was pathetic for you. low, breathless sounds left his lips, eyes shut tightly as he focused on the sensation. he was painfully hard and he needed your hands on him, but damn it, he’d wait. he’d give you what you wanted first. his eyebrows furrowed and breath faltered, his fingers now seeking purchase on your thigh, fingernails sinking into the fabric of your pants. it didn’t take long before he came, coming down from his high with a few slow, broken grinds. he was gasping for air when he body slumped against your leg. to not seem overwhelmed, or tired, frank swallowed roughly looking up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes glassy.
“that was—”
frank interrupted. “—embarrassing. i can’t believe i even agreed to this.” he grunted out as he slid back down to sit on his own heels.
“we’re so doing that again.” you tease, leaning down to capture frank’s lips in a sloppy kiss. you couldn’t have asked for better foreplay—seeing frank get off on your boot? just like that? dick hard and throbbing. now, however, it was time to fuck frank proper.
