ββ .β¦ Note: thought about normal married life frank shenanigans while rewatching season 2 and well! also subjected to be proofread and edited. I got excited seeing the trailer drop and I've been sitting on this for awhile... enjoy ! (ΛΆα΅ α΅ α΅ΛΆ)
ββ .β¦ Tags: pictures are not mine!, husband!frank, slight mention of the punisher life, fem!reader, smut, p in v sex, i did write this with a black!reader in mind but anyone can read fr, riding, reverse cowgirl, creaming, dirty talk, petnames (bunny, mama, baby, sweetheart, wife, daddy,)
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βQuite the costume you have on there, sweetheart.β
Frank could barely hold himself together when you came out the bedroom. You had to make a grand entrance, telling Frank that he had to wait outside in the living room while you got dressed. And my God you did not let the man down at all.
It was a casual conversation that took place earlier this week. You saw your local bar was having a western themed night and it took every bone in your body to convince Frank to dress up. Asking him to go was one thing but convincing him to wear a full get up was a different battle you endured. You managed to sweet talk him into at least wearing a nice button down and a cowboy hat you picked up for him at a department store. Grumbling, he took the red shirt and white hat from you and that's when you knew you had won.
But maybe too much, because the look he was giving you looked like he didnβt want to make it out the house.
Still, you give him a proper 360, a twirl as your cowgirl boots clunk against the wood floor of your home. You return facing him, placing a steady hand on your hip as you tipped your hat to him.
βCowboy.β You fake a southern twang and the man barks out a laugh. He walks over to you, hands finding your waist as his eyes marvel over your frame.
βYou are somethinβ else, Mrs. Castle.β His brown eyes shining with admiration.
βI keep your life interesting.β You shrug nonchalantly and he laughs.
βThat you do.β He agrees, hand coming up to your chin and tilting your head up. You take your hat off before he presses his lips against yours. He grunts, tasting your strawberry lip gloss and has to lick his lips because its his favorite flavor of yours. He pulls away, looking down at you as you look back with a knowing grin.
"Something on your mind, partner?" You continue the southern twang and he has to chuckle again.
"You wore this damn lip gloss on purpose, huh?" Frank accuses and you simply grin.
"I know it's your favorite," you say before taking his hand into yours, "figured I'd put it on since you're humoring me for the night." You say, taking your free hand and adjusting his shirt. He grabs at your chin again, bringing his lips down and kissing you once again.
"Love you, mama." He says against your lips and you grin, quickly pecking him.
"Love you too, Frankie. Now, let's do a little pregame and head to the bar, huh?" Frank grunts in approval before allowing you to guide him to the kitchen.
And by little pregame, it wasn't little at all.
You were drunk by the time you two reached the bar.
There were a decent amount of folk when you two finally showed up. The moment Frank saw several men he put a protective hand on your exposed hip, silently staking his claim. You lean into his warmth as you two find two stools at the bar. He helps you onto your stool before sliding onto one next to you.
The bartender, a woman who happens to be your favorite, recognizes you two immediately. You wave the young lady down as she approaches with nothing but smiles.
"Well well, isn't it my two favorite patrons in the world," she says, setting down napkins in front of you, "the usual I assume?" She asks which consists of two double shots of whiskey and a local draft beer on tap. To which you nod eagerly.
"Yes please." You purr, your flirty side coming out and she winks at you. Frank only watches, nodding whenever the bartender looks at him for confirmation. She turns away and you bring your attention back to your husband.
"Frankiee," you start off, grabbing onto his chin to bring him closer to you, "I know I've told you a thousand times but you look so good in this western look." You tell him and he laughs because it's true. You haven't stopped complimenting him the moment the alcohol hit your system.
"Darlin' you are drunk." He deflects and you pout.
"Doesn't mean I'm lyin'." You say before kissing him, allowing him to taste your newly applied gloss. A greedy hand comes up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides across your plump bottom lip before the sound of your bartender returning causes you two to separate. Feeling like two horny teens caught making out as heat flushes your cheeks and his ears go slightly red.
"Sorry to interrupt," the bartender winks at you and you flush harder, "but heres two beers and two double shots of whiskey. Let me know if you two need anything else!" She says before tending to more patrons that sat down. You turn your attention back to your husband, grinning from ear to ear before picking up your shot.
"To us having fun?" You say as he picks his up. He holds it up before clinking against your glass.
"To us having fun, bunny." He says and you two take a charitable gulp.
And then like any drunk person with good music playing. . .
You have to start dancing.
You don't leave the bar, no you're within a couple feet from Frank as your hips catch the rhythm of the song. He watches in awe, realizing he doesn't see you dance nearly as much as he should. The twist of your hips and beautiful expressions upon your face made you the most stunning person in the bar. Frank would be lying if he said he didn't notice the way people did double takes at you and part of him couldn't blame them. You were stunning and so carefree as you continued to dance. It was like anything bad that you two endured together never happened. You two were plain civilians that never had to suffer horrors you two experienced.
Seeing you like this was a piece of heaven on Earth.
Sensing he was staring at you, your eyes open and you look at Frank and your breath catches in your chest. His gaze is a mixture of something soft, tender, and lusty as he takes in your form. His eyes were raking across your revealing outfit all night, loving the way it accentuated your body and highlighted your skintone. You're a goddess everyday but you were especially right now. You felt like it with the look Frank was giving you.
You smile flirty at him before giving another twirl of your hips. You're getting lost in the rhythm again, eyes closing before you sense a body next to you.
"Excuse me."
Your eyes rip open and you look into the eyes of a stranger. He's look down at you, eyes raking up from head to toe and you raise an eyebrow.
"Yes?" You ask, slowly stopping your dancing but you're still swaying your hips to the country song.
"You're beautiful and you dance amazing. Can I buy you aβ" Before he can finish you bring your left hand up. Your index finger of your right points to the ring finger on your left. You point to the diamond ring and wedding band that catches the light.
"Married, buddy." You say simply before a body presses into yours. You know it's Frank when a strong hand comes onto your hip.
"Spoken for," He says with a stern tone, causing the man to gulp, "I'd appreciate if you walk away from my wife and find someone else to buy a drink." The man doesn't need to be told twice, especially given Frank is twice his size. He scurries away, mumbling a quick apology and disappearing into the crowd that steadily grows. You look up at your husband to see that look in his eye.
That one he gets when he feels the need to remind you and himself that you're his.
"I didn't flirt with him." You tease, seeing the way he's looking at you and his jaw tenses at the thought.
"I know you didn't. But seeing the way all the men are looking at you in here..." He trails off and you shake your head.
"And I only want to ride this cowboy in front of me." You say, grabbing onto his shirt before kissing him. He kisses you back, groaning before pulling away.
"What's that shit you were saying when we were on the way here earlier?" Frank asks and you grin, looking up at him into his eyes. Your bite your lip, lowering your face into a seductive glint.
"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." You say. Frank nods, humming before replying.
"How about we go put that motto to use, huh?"
"Oh, fuck!"
You don't remember how you made it home, but now you're mounting your husband on the couch of the living room, too horny to make it to the bedroom. Frank is grunting beneath you, shirt gone and jeans pushed to his ankles as you bounced up and down. Your top is gone but skirt is pushed up to your waist. You have his hat on as you move your hips sinfully against him.
"Sweetheart you ridin' this cock so good." Frank says, completely blissed out as he has one hand behind his head and one steady on your hip. You moan at his praise, moving your hips in a circle before riding back and forth.
"Told you I was gonna save a horse." You huff, determined to earn more grunts and groans out of him and you do. His chest raises as his nails dig into your skin.
"Fuckin' save that horse, bunny." He grunts out and you giggle before bouncing again. The lewd smacking of your cunt against him echoes throughout the room, layering with your moans. You ride with no hands, putting on a show that leaves Frank breathless and biting his lip.
"Hmmphhβfuck!" His tip pushes just right in you and you bounce again. He grunts, feeling your cunt suck him in deeper as you refused to let him leave. Your wet walls coat his cock in arousal, sticky with cream and it only makes the sounds of sex wetter. Frank looks down, seeing a creamy ring form at the base.
"Gettin' off to riding me, huh," he whistles, putting a thumb at your clit and you cry out, "soaking my cock, sweetheart." He watches the cream ooze from the tip and down the shaft. You whimper, continuing to ride him but with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit your moans are getting louder.
"Frank, fuck!" You sigh, throwing your hips back down onto your husband. He continues grunting underneath you, rough thumb circling your clit as he takes in your face. Your lips parted as moans continue to tumble out, your tits bouncing and beautiful nipples making his mouth water.
"So fucking beautiful riding me like this,β He encourages, βmy beautiful fuckinβ wife.β He says and the word wife sends a shiver down your spine. You moan, nodding as you look at him with hooded eyes.
βI love being your wife, Frankie.β You say, moving your hips faster and alternating between bouncing and swirling your hips.
βLove being your husband, baby.β He says and you smile. You lift yourself off of him briefly before turning around into the reverse cowgirl position. You make a show of reaching between your legs, grabbing his cock as you bring the tip to your awaiting lips. Frank groans, watching the way you sink down on him, cock disappearing between your wet folds. He brings a hand up to smack your ass, causing you to yelp before you begin bouncing. Frank moans seeing the way your ass moves with each impact against his pelvis. You look over your shoulder, still bouncing on Frank and taking in how wrecked the man looks.
Frank didnβt allow you to take charge often, but when he did it was a sight worth beholding.
βYou like it like this, daddy?β You ask sweetly, still bouncing and his eyes never leave your ass.
βFuckinβ love it, baby, donβt fucking stop.β He says and you giggle, sinking yourself down on him harder and earning moans from both of you.
βSo fucking big, Frankie.β You whimper, thighs starting to burn but you refused to stop. The more you kept bouncing the closer you felt. Your cunt was tight around him, begging for him to cum so you could milk him for every drop.
βYouβre doing so good sweetheart. I'm so fuckin' close.β Frank warns you and you hum, his words causing your body to shiver.
βMe too, Frankie.β You whimper, changing your position slightly before panting your feet firmly on the couch. You place a steady hand onto Frankβs burly thigh before bouncing faster and harder.
βJesus christβfuck, bunny!β Frank grunts, struggling to catch his breath while watching the way your ass moves with each bounce. The view hypnotizes Frank, seeing a peek of your pretty cunt between your cheeks. Your sticky cream is spilling out, running down his cock and painting it as it drips to his base.
If Frank wasn't old fashioned, he probably would have snapped a picture.
But instead, he grunts heavily before smacking your ass. The sting causes your cunt to twitch around him and clit ache with need. You whimper, bringing a finger to your swollen pearl and rubbing soft circles. You throw your head back, crying out as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Frank sees and he sits up, bringing your back flush to his chest before places his hands on both of your hips. You open your eyes before the man starts moving you up and down on his cock faster. You choke, whimpering as high pitched gasps begin to leave your mouth.
"Ohβfuck, Frank!" You cry.
"Rub your clit faster, sweetheart. Rub it for me, baby." He commands, knowing exactly what you need and you obey. That ribbon of desire is unraveling faster and faster as you pant out whimpers, whining with desperation.
"It's okay, Frankie's got you I know exactly what that pussy needs huh," he says, words filthy in your ear as he continues grunting, "you rode my cock so good now be a good wife and come for me." He says before slamming you down onto him. You cry out, screaming as he does it again, and again. The sensation of his thick cock brutally stretching you out, your finger on your clit, and the dominating commands that Frank gives pushes you to the edge.
"Frank!" You scream, cunt squeezing him as you felt your body get pushed into the white hot euphoria you had been chasing. A string of curses and cries tumble from your lips as your orgasm shook through you. Frank is grunting in your ear, moving your fingers away from your clit to rub harsher circles to send you tumbling deeper. You jerk in his lap with overstimulation, trying to get out of his hold but he only holds onto you tighter.
"Fraaannk." you whimper and he kisses your shoulder. He still slams his cock inside you over and over again, wetness drenching his thighs and making an obscene sticky mess. Something about the sight and your whining pushes him over the edge.
"Fuck!" Frank feels his cock swell before he spills himself deep inside you. By this time Frank worked you into another orgasm and you're cumming for a second time. You're screaming his name this time as tears stream down your cheeks at the pleasure. You're overwhelmed and your body starts shaking as Frank finally slows down his thrusts.
You two tangle into a pair of sweaty and sticky limbs onto the couch, spent from the sex and come down from the alcohol. Frank tucked you into him, rough hands gently scratching at your scalp as you mewl into his strong chest. He places a soft kiss long your hairline and when you finally feel like you're back to Earth you peer up at him. He looks down at you, eyes trained as he looks for any signs of discomfort in your face.
He sees none.
All he sees back is his beautiful wife who he would burn the entire world for. The only thing that could anchor him and keep him sane from the wars that plagued his mind. The only person who could convince him to go out and dress up for a western night.
βI told you.β You say, dopey from your orgasm and pensive look from your husband. However pensive turns confused as he raises an eyebrow.
βWhat was that?β He asks.
βThat I was gonna save that horse.β You sigh, yawning. Clearly tired from all the festivities and Frank can only chuckle. He leans down, kissing your awaiting lips.
βYou are somethinβ, else.β He says against your lips and you smile before kissing him.
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