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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ, "ʜɪɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴏʀᴀʟ(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ)), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 1.3ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - one more to go :’)

Your car was filled to the brim with boxes. Your dad’s truck had a decent amount of your stuff, too, but it was nothing compared to the mountain of cardboard that covered every square inch of your backseat and trunk.

You moving out was something you started to think about pretty recently. Everything seemed to tie itself up in a nice little bow, too. A friend from school had asked if you wanted to go in on an apartment with some friends of theirs. It was a couple hours away from home in a bigger city, and though the apartment admittedly wasn’t the nicest place, you jumped at the opportunity. You wanted to get a decent job, experience a new place, maybe make some new friends your own age.

Things had been a little tense between you and Frank, though neither of you really addressed it. Every couple of days he would text or call you, asking if you could come over. You never said no, like you physically couldn’t. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to go, he made you feel good. You were ashamed that the rush of getting caught still got you, the idea that someone could see him dragging you through his front door, or into your bedroom window late at night made you shiver. But both of you knew that it had to end, and you were trying your best to let go of anything you felt for him.

He still made your cheeks heat up, you’d still shift in your seat when he walked into a room. His touch made you shiver, and his words made you squeeze your eyes so tight that you thought they’d never open again. You weren’t sure if the feeling would ever go away, that if you came home for a weekend you wouldn’t be tempted to shoot him a glance or send him a picture of your bare body. You weren’t sure if you’d even regret it, or if it would really be that bad.

Your dad was the one that told Frank that you were leaving. They were sitting in your yard by a fire that was barely lit anymore, your dad waving you over when you walked into view. The conversation was pretty typical for a few moments before dulling, Frank coughed.

“So uh, congrats on the new place.” You froze, slowly swiveling your head to look at your father. He shrugged at you, giving you a ‘don’t be rude, thank him’ look. Frank continued“Your dad showed me some pictures, looks pretty nice.” You nodded, crossing your legs and letting out an exhale. “Yeah, thanks. It’s not much but, you know.” You trailed off, not entirely sure where you were going since the thought was gone.

That night you were sitting on the couch, arms resting on your thighs and your head propped up on your hands. “D’you plan on telling me you were leaving?” Frank was leaned up against the door frame, and once you saw him he made his way to sit next to you. “In time.” You chuckled, Frank followed your laughter with some of his own before you both fell into silence. This was how a lot of your conversations had gone for the last little while, something short and vague before he inevitably pulled your pants down your ass and met your lips with his. You weren’t really complaining, you had convinced yourself that the less he talked the less attached you might get. It was kind of working, too.

“I’m happy for you, y/n.” He stated plainly. You looked at him then, his face was hard to read. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, air in his cheeks. His eyes darted, his head nodded. It was like nothing was between his skull, everything he was taking in was shooting directly out his ears.

“Thanks.”

Sex with him had increased ever so slightly. His late night calls had become slightly more frequent, and anytime your dad was out of the house he seemed to pop up at your door. He was taking more time with you, too. He spent what felt like hours between your legs, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. He’d fuck you slower, somehow hitting deeper than he had before. And, to top it all off, he started to hold you after sex. You’d lie in his big arms, them squeezing you so tight that you could barely breathe. He’d brush his hands down your arms, over the curves of your body. He’d kiss your head, what used to be quick pecks had become long and wet smooches that lined your forehead and neck.

You crammed another box into your car somehow, making the trek back up to your room. You passed Lena and your dad in the kitchen, watching them make food and hum along to the radio. The stairs creaked under your weight, and when you opened your door you hardly recognized your bedroom. There were a few things still left; your bed, curtains, a bookcase, your dresser and some shelves were still bolted into the wall. But it was naked, all of your posters and tapestries that hadn’t moved since high school were gone, some in the garbage and some in a box lodged in your car. A few books were still sitting pretty, just the ones you hadn’t touched in years. Your sheets were gone, your closet bare. It was cold, the lack of things and the fact that fall was fast approaching and your dad had refused to turn the heat on until it became unbearable.

Frank’s footsteps approached behind you, he knocked on your open door though you already knew it was him. “How’re you feeling?” He shoved his hands in his pockets while you turned to him. He had helped you pack for the past couple days, even snuck a quickie in somehow while your dad ran off to the hardware store. He had you pressed against the bathroom wall, his pants barely off and his hair in your face. You sucked on his neck just enough to get him to moan loud, but removing yourself before you left a mark.

You blinked, bringing yourself back to the present. “I don’t know, it’s weird, I guess? I didn’t feel like this when I left for school.” You plopped down on your empty bed, Frank following you. His weight made you dip on the mattress, his knee touched yours though you weren’t too close to each other. “Probably because you knew you were gonna come back eventually.” Both of you stared at the floor. Frank placed a hand over your knee, rubbing little circles and patting it gently. “You’re not gonna come back, are you?”

Frank’s gaze went to your now empty closet, your head followed his. You fixated on the back of his neck, the dark hair that trickled down it and under his shirt. You took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “I think my dad would kill me if I didn’t come home every once in a while.” You pressed a kiss against the back of his hand. He nodded, dropping his head back down to stare at his thighs.

“What are you gonna miss me?” You leaned yourself down, trying to find his eyes, though he caught yours quickly. His lip was between his teeth and brows furrowed, his hand dropped yours to scratch the back of his neck before muttering “Yeah, something like that.”

He stood, sauntering over to the door. His head glanced at you over his shoulder, you could tell he was looking for anything to say to you. Even if he didn’t have feelings for you, he was still with you for months. Even he admitted that it was something.

“Safe travels, kiddo.” He smacked his palm on the doorframe before slowly walking out of your view.

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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The Game

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE,,, TURNITUP

pairing: dadsbestfriend!frank castle x reader

warnings: dads best friend, reader is of age (18+), SMUT. car sex. palming. nude pics. jealous frank. spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, lil bit of praise kink, PIV, kinda public sex?

summary: you’ve been secretly seeing frank for a while now. the only problem is he’s your dads best friend and he’s lives in the house right across the street. he’s also always at your house and since that leaves room for getting caught, you’re often forced to leave him high and dry. during a get-together that your dad throws for a few neighbours and his other close friends, you make frank jealous and suffer the consequences of this built up frustration.

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You fall against Franks warm, solid chest, whining softly as the last of your orgasm courses through you.

As you shut your eyes for a moment, catching up with your breath, Franks hands rub and caress your hips, sliding up to your waist. You’d told Frank this before, but if you were to only wear one thing for the rest of your life, it would be Franks hands. Now if you were to sit on one thing for the rest of your life-

You place a blissful kiss to his pec before bringing your chin up to rest in the middle of his chest. You smile up at him lovingly, almost a silent ‘thank you’ for the orgasm he just gave you.

Looking up now, you notice how the windows of Franks truck are covered in a sheen of condensation, most definitely from the heavy breathing of you and Frank in contrast to the cold temperature of the outside, “Hey, look.”

Frank looks up at the window and watches as you bring a finger up against the glass, drawing a small love heart.

He huffs and playfully rolls his eyes, laughing a little, “So cheesy it’s painful.”

You cut your eyes at him in playful offence, “You draw something then.” He shifts his body a little to reach the window comfortably and you have to restrain yourself from whimpering, feeling the movement with his cock still inside you. You avert your attention back to his drawing and scoff loudly as he draws a penis, “Wow, it’s like I’m actually fucking someone my age now.”

It’s Franks turn to glare at you now and fake laugh, tickling your side, making you squeal loudly and clench around him- half an accident, but half on purpose by the way it makes him twitch inside you.

Gripping onto the banister of the staircase a little tighter than you normal would have, you step down the stairs softly. Normal steps just worsened the soreness in your pelvis.

As you descend the last step and turn into the entrance way of the living room, you smile to yourself. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the back of someone’s head, but here you are.

Hearing your Dad in the kitchen and knowing your Mom was at her pilates class, with your light steps you snuck up behind Frank, covering his eyes with your small hands.

“Hey Princess,” Frank laughs, removing your hands from his eyes and placing kisses to your fingers.

The action tickles your fingers and you giggle quietly, eyeing the other doorway to the living room just to make sure your Dad isn’t silently standing there in shock at the intimacy of his best friend and daughter.

“Hi Frankie,” You whisper in his ear, kissing the side of his face.

He groans, cheeks turning a light peach as he leans back against your shoulder, “You can’t do that to me,”

You smile innocently, reaching a hand down to softly palm his semi-hard (but definitely hard now) through his pants, “But I like watching you squirm.” He gasps in your hand, but at the sound of your Dads footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you swiftly move a pillow from the other side of the couch and over Franks lap to cover his boner. Just in time, you distance yourself a little from Frank and smile up at your Dad, “Hey Dad,”

“Mornin’ hun,” He smiles, taking a seat in his armchair, “Got any plans today?”

You hum, slowly heading for the kitchen, internally smiling when you feel Franks stare burn through your ass that’s most likely hanging out of your booty shorts, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go shopping.”

“Don’t you have enough clothes?”

You roll your eyes- you know he wasn’t exactly serious, because he said it every time, “I need something for the barbecue.”

The ‘barbecue’ that was coming up was actually just a little get together of some of your Dads closest friends (Frank obviously included) and a few of the neighbours to watch the Super Bowl.

Your Dad had this big projector thing that he would set up in the backyard every year and invite all his friends over-sometimes their sons would join too. As well as their wives, but they didn’t exactly watch the game, they kind of just sipped wine and gossiped with each other and your Mom under the gazebo.

And you, well you just looked pretty for it. Mostly for Frank but every now and then, someone’s son would approach you. Plus, you kinda loved the attention you always got from it. From the wives telling you how much you’d grown and how gorgeous you looked, to their husbands ogling at you behind their beer cans.

It was fun.

Coming back from your little shopping trip with Natasha and Wanda, you’d basically dived into bed and stayed there ever since.

You were pretty successful in your shopping trip, actually managing to buy an entire outfit for the night despite the fact that you barely had any part in it at all.

It was just a comfortable, lounge dress. It wasn’t too revealing, it reach your ankles and it even had sleeves! But it showed a bit of cleavage and was skin tight and boy, did it look good.

But the shopping trip itself was exhausting. There’s a lot of drama going on with Wanda and Nat and their boyfriends (Nat and Steve in particular), plus having to walk in circles around the mall for a good 4 hours was finally kicking in. It never registers in the moment because you’re too caught up in gossiping your heads off, but once it kicks in… God, save you. And! Don’t forget the way your lower half already hurt from last night…

“Dinner’s ready.” Speak of the devil, the familiar voice announces at the door of your bedroom.

It wasn’t unusual for Frank to join you and your family for dinner. He hung out with your Dad a lot, of course, and by the time it reached dinner your Mother would usually just cook for him without even asking. He only lived right across the street anyway, so it wasn’t like he was being completely held against his will.

Plus, more time to spend with you- even if it was just playful, one-off stares across the table.

You basically roll out of bed and shuffle towards Frank. Noticing your slight discomfort, he extends a helpful hand out for you to take- and that at least lifts your mood a little.

Once you take his hand in yours, he pulls you into his chest and keeps you both at bay in your doorway. Moments like these are really the only times that you and Frank can get alone time throughout the day, upstairs, out of sight and earshot from your parents.

You internally gawked over how warm you felt wrapped in his big, strong arms. How badly you wished you could be in this position every minute of every hour of every day… among other positions.

Craning your neck up to him, you pour your lips to request for a few kisses which he gladly offers. As the kisses slowly turn into one, and deepens by Frank sticking his tongue down your throat, his hands also move to slap your ass.

“Ow!” You jolt in his arms, removing yourself from the kiss to look up at him stunned. He just stares down at you with a sly smile and you smack his chest in retaliation before removing yourself out of his grasp completely, “Asshole.”

“Payback.” He just shrugs, following after you down the stairs.

You’re not actually mad at him and he knows that. He knew how much you liked a bit of spanking and how soaked he’d probably gotten you. But hey, that’s what you get for making him hard this morning for a good hour.

“Dad! Franks bullying me!” You protest as you enter the dining area where your parents are getting the table ready for dinner.

Frank enters behind you, innocent as ever as he goes and helps your Mom with the plates.

“Stop annoying him then.” Your Dad just shrugs, familiar with this ‘cheeky’ relationship you had with Frank. That’s what he’d called it. Idiot. You look over at Frank who just proudly smiles and you make a mocking face in return, fortunately enough for you, your Dad sees, pointing a finger, “Case in point.”

You take your usual seat at the side of the table, Frank across from you and your parents at either end. You liked it this way- it was probably the closest seating arrangement that you could get to Frank- unless, of course, he was sitting beside you. The distance would prove to be rather beneficial for you tonight… not so much for Frank however.

You all dig in, the three of them quickly engaging in conversation you didn’t care for. You simply just ate your food, every so often looking up when Frank spoke. You blocked out what he was saying, but you just admired him discreetly.

It isn’t until about the 5th time that you’ve done it that Frank catches you. He knows you do it, can feel your stare burn right through his skin- specifically his nose and hands because that’s where you stare the most. But it’s fun when he catches you because he gets to see how increasingly flustered you’ve become since dinner had started.

When he next feels you stare at him, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly sucks on each digit- cleaning them from nothing really- it’s mostly just for show… for you.

You shift a little in your seat now, your breath hitching in your throat as he makes eye contact on the last digit he sucks. Thank God you hadn’t been eating or drinking in that moment because you for sure would’ve choked.

Luckily, neither of your parents catch on, despite your very clear signs of agitation. Taking a sip of the wine your mother had poured you, you allow the flamboyancy of the wine to settle you.

You know you started this little game, so it was all the more reason to win it.

You wait it out a little at first, hoping to strike when least expected to keep him on edge and to let him enjoy his last moments of thinking he’d one the battle.

You quietly slip off your slippers, your feet now bare and a little cold as they rest against the tiled floor. Nonchalantly, you adjust in your seat so that your legs are closer to Franks.

He eyes you off as you move, smiling softly thinking it’s a result of his previous actions still having an affect on you. You smile back, both to mock him and with genuine anticipation for how he’s going to react to your next trick.

Underneath the table, you lift your foot up and extend your leg so that it settles right in between Franks spread out thighs, right over his crotch. Completely unexpected, Frank lurches at your intrusive foot, his knee coming up and colliding with the underneath of the table.

Both your parents furrow their brows in concern and it takes absolutely everything in you not to smile, “You alright?”

Frank just nods, a fake breathy laugh covering the fault in his voice, reaching down to rub at his thigh in further fake reassurance, “Cramp.”

“Too much working out.” Your Dad cackles, nudging his shoulder before beginning a conversation on work outs.

This forces Frank to include himself in the discussion, even more vulnerable to your teasing because he’s unable to just silence himself as you continue caressing him with your foot.

For the rest of the dinner, you relentlessly continue your teasing. He seemed to like when you’d stroke up the side of his calf, thigh and especially over his crotch. The third time you’d felt over that area, you were actually a little surprised at how hard you’d made him.

You couldn’t the smile on your face, bringing your wine glass to your lips to hide as Frank bore his glare into your eyes. Oh, he was mad.

As dinner wrapped up, you helped your Mom wash up. Frank offered to take over for her, probably to get some much needed alone time with you but your Mother just shooed him out of the kitchen and your Dad had taken him his man cave down in the basement where they’d probably play 2K and drink beer.

You almost felt a little bad, having seen the slight pain in Franks eyes as he was whisked away from you. Your Dad was his best friend, no doubt about it, and going into that man cave and playing video games and drinking beer was like in his top list of things he’d want to do if he had 24 hours to live.

But God, he fucking need to fuck you. Or his hand. Anything! He needed a release. His boner had thankfully disappeared after 30 minutes into playing, but the need for release lingered.

He couldn’t even sneak into your room before he left because your Dad had literally escorted him all the way to his house on the other side of the street.

Not exactly taking defeat yet, he entered his home, headed for his bedroom and pulled out his phone, immediately texting you.

Frank: Come over.

You: mom and dad are still downstairs

Frank: So sneak out.

You: they’ll hear me

Frank: Then just say you’re going to Wanda’s or something

You: im so tired, frankieeeee…

would it help if i sent pics? <3

Frank: Not really but send them anyway.

Okay, now he was taking defeat. Switching his phone from his right hand to his left, he pulled his dick out of from his pants and waited for you to send the pictures.

It was a complete lie that your parents were downstairs. They weren’t. You were tired, that was the truth, but you’d never be too tired to turn down a hook up from Frank. This was all just part of the game you had just won.

You did feel a little bad, having caused Frank a bit of frustration but you hoped the pictures of your bare boobs and pussy were enough to satisfy him until your next hookup. Which you were very much looking forward to, knowing he wasn’t going to let you get away with everything you’d done.

As you descended your steps the next morning, the open window of the foyer allowed you to see your Dad in conversation with a few of the neighbours that would be coming over later tonight for the game.

You made your way into the kitchen to fix yourself up some breakfast, but paused momentarily in the doorway when you saw Franks back turned to you as he sat in one of the high chairs at the island.

Having being woken up from your Mom starting up the car and most likely heading to the grocery store to buy some last minute food for tonight, and having just seen your Dad in the front yard, you keened in excitement at the idea of being alone with Frank once again.

“Ghee, you live here now?” You ask jokingly, making your presence known as you come up beside him and place a few innocent kisses against his jaw. When he completely ignores you, too purposely engrossed on the small TV on the kitchen counter, you furrow your brows, “Frankie,” You’re surprised the use of the little nickname only you got to use didn’t even break him. Pulling out the big guns now, you playfully nip on his ear lobe, tongue darting out a little to kitten lick at his skin as well, “Stop ignoring me.” Nothing. You think to yourself for a second, concluding to just throw in the towel because you hated this silent treatment torture, “Frank, I’m sorry I gave you blue balls.” You at least thought that would do something. But no, he just takes a sip of OJ and continues looking straight ahead at the TV, making you huff in annoyance and leave his side, “Fine. Be like that.”

You head for the fridge and grab out a container of chopped fruits you’d prepared earlier before storming up to your room and angrily eating your ‘breakfast’ there.

Fine. You had happily ended the game last night. But clearly, someone wanted it to continue.

You sighed in exhaustion after exchanging greetings with the final guest for the night. It was only 5 and you were ready to cuddle up in your blankets. But Frank was giving you enough eye candy to stay awake. Even though you guys were ‘fighting’ right now, that didn’t make him any less attractive to you. To be honest, it probably made him hotter. You would’ve been scared had this been an actual argument, but he was just being a bitch about last night. He would get over it eventually- probably later tonight when you make up the excuse to go to Wanda’s and instead just sneak over to his house.

Until that time came, you had Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky to keep you company. Apart from Natasha- who’d just come as a plus one for Steve, and also as your best friend, everyone else was here because of their fathers connection to your father.

They came every year so it was never awkward or anything. You’d easily flow into conversation about who was gonna win the game, what they’d all been up to lately, any gossip between our mutual friends. This year, however, you couldn’t help but ogle a little longer at Bucky whenever he spoke. He’d grown his hair out from when you last saw him, it reached his shoulders now and… it looked good. Plus he had it slicked back a little. And you’d be daft to say you didn’t notice his gaze fly to your cleavage every time you’d purposefully squeeze them together or lean over.

Your mother had always encouraged the idea of getting with one of them. She really liked Steve and was actually a little heartbroken when you’d told her he was with Natasha. But that still left Sam and Bucky. You innocently flirted with them each year, mostly for your own person satisfaction, but also to get your mother excited. And, in recent years, rile up Frank.

Usually, despite the game having started, Frank would tear his eyes away from the screen every few minutes to glance over at you. It was even worse if he’d hear you laugh, his head would basically spin off his neck to see the source of your laughter- blood boiling whenever it was one of the boys, who’d be shamelessly starting at your tits as they bounced slightly due to your laughter.

But tonight, you don’t think Frank even looked in the direction of your vicinity. Not even when you’d come downstairs after getting changed into your outfit for tonight. Not when you’d playfully greeted each of your Dads friends with too-friendly hugs and totally unnecessary cheek kisses. And not even now as you whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Awe, honey, look,” Your Mom grabs the attention of your Father, who follow her line of sight.

“Alright, Barnes!” Your Dad nods over at George, Bucky’s father, “Your boy better not be trouble.” At the last comment, nearly every man- including Frank- had whipped their heads to where your parents were looking. Your hand interlocked with Bucky’s as you lead him inside the house.

Your Dad was never that protective, ‘no boyfriends until you’re 30’, type of Dad. And you were glad. No, your Dad was pretty chilled out with, really, everything that you did. However, that being said, you doubt he would be chill with you fucking his best friend, which is why you kept that part of your life secret.

Frank fulfilled that protective role for you though. Could go as far to say that may be the reason why you’re seeing him in the first place, to satisfy that craving for overprotection that your Dad had never provided you with, but we’ll save that for another day. Frank was sex on legs, he was sweet and he knew his way around a woman’s body and for now, those are the only reasons why you’re sleeping with him.

You and Bucky both laughed sheepishly as you entered the house, having heard the commotion from outside. You however, were a little more giddy- having finally felt Frank’s attention on your for the first time that night… no, that day, considering he had ignored you all morning too.

Oh, how you wished he would’ve seen the lead up to you taking Bucky into your house. How you’d shifted closer and closer to him, rested your head on his shoulder as he told you a story, laughed loudly and wrapped your hand around his arm… you knew Frank heard it from the way he’d uneasily shifted in his seat.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

So, after a few minutes of contemplation, spurred on by Bucky’s lingering hand resting over your thigh and Natasha’s encouraging smirk, you turned and whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Wanna go some place more quiet?” You whispered, making sure to make your voice as sultry as possible as you flicked your eyes over at the house.

Bucky’s eyes had lit up and his dick probably hardened as he gleefully accepted your offer, taking your hand as you led him towards the house.

George Barnes smiles pridefully as he watches you and his son disappear inside your home, turning to your father, “He’s missing the game for her, I don’t think it gets any more head over heels than that.”

All the Dads laugh, while their wives and your Mom swoon over the possible bloom of a relationship. Frank, on the other hand, had wrapped his hand so hard around the neck of his beer bottle it’s any wonder it didn’t shatter in his grasp.

The game had quickly come to an end and so had your time with Bucky. He was called downstairs by his father as all the men were getting ready to leave after one last final tour of your Dads man cave.

You’d bid your goodbye to Bucky, a sneaky peck on his soft lips that left him blushing like crazy as he descended the stairs, to which caused quite the commotion as his flustered appearance was taken in by his father.

You changed into some more casual clothes now, a baby tee and some sweats as you dolled yourself up a little for the more exciting part of your night.

Just about everyone had left by the time you descended the stairs, the only person left was Frank… who you’d knew was going to stay back and help clean up the aftermath of the gathering.

You found your Mom in the kitchen, wrapping up the leftovers of the charcuterie board she’d prepared. Frank entering just in time to wash his hands from cleaning up all the beer cans.

For the first time that night, Frank had made eye contact with you. His expression was unreadable in that very short moment that he did look at you, but it was something.

“I’m gonna go see Wanda.” You announced to your Mother, but it was mostly intended for Frank. ‘Wanda’s’ was basically code for Frank’s house, “I won’t be long, I’ll be back later.”

You never had to ask to go anywhere- it was usually always just telling them, knowing the answer would always be yes.

So when your Mom grabbed your arm with a smile and pulled you a little closer to her so that Frank wouldn’t hear, you were a little confused.

“Hey, how was Bucky?” She whispers with a wide smile. Your eyes quickly dart over to Frank, who- though he’s got his back turned, stops washing his hands for a second.

“God- Mom-“ With a scoff, you pull yourself out of her grasp, not exactly keen on sharing the ‘details’.

“What? I just wanted to know!” She yells out as you head for the front door.

Hearing the opening of Franks front door had to be music to your ears. You lost track of how long you’d waited for him ever since you left your house.

Using the spare key to his home that he’d given you, you’d made yourself comfortable up in his bedroom while you waited. If he was over at your house, it would usually take no longer than 5-10 minutes before he’d be able to join you, too caught up in conversation with your Dad.

So when it passed that 10 minute mark, you were a little annoyed. Of course, your dad just had to babble on. Pulling out your phone, you texted Frank just to make sure he was still alive in there.

You: waiting <3

Read 11:27pm

He read it almost instantly, and you waited eagerly for a response. But nothing. Not even those three dots.

You: ???

Read 11:27pm

You: fake a yawn, he’ll let you go

Part of you wanted to believe that he was being held there against his will and not purposefully punishing you once and for all. Because if so, it was working.

Read 11:28pm

I mean, what? Was he just going to leave you here all night? He’d have to come hone eventually, right? Unless, unless he’d sleep in the guest bedroom… but why would he do that? Plus, what would his excuse be? He’s too drunk to walk 10 metres to his own house? Actually, that would be something your Dad would coax him into doing.

Fuck.

You weren’t going to take it any further than what you’d already done tonight, but seeing as you had grown increasingly frustrated and knowing this was probably the only thing that was going to get his attention, you did it anyway.

You: r u coming or not? just tell me so i can decide whether i should take bucky up on that offer

Delivered

You cursed him for finally ignoring you once and for all, not even bothering to read your messages anymore.

You sighed against his pillow, groaning to yourself as you realised what you just got yourself into. You really didn’t mean to take it that far with Bucky and you hoped this wasn’t the end of your relationship with Frank.

But apparently not.

You sit up off his bed when you hear him ascend the stairs. Your heart beats slightly faster and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous.

You stand now and make your way to the door of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe when he comes into view, “God, what took you so long?”

“Did you fuck him?”

Though he scarily towers over you, jaw clenched and fists tightened, you have to contain your arousal at how attractive he is when he’s angry, knowing this probably isn’t the time. You roll your eyes a little, “Frank-“

“Did you?”

“No.” He doesn’t bother to hide his relief and you grin mischievously, stepping a little closer and bringing your hand up to twiddle with the strings of his hoodie, “Did I make someone jealous?”

“Are you gonna date him?” Ignoring your question, he glares down at you.

“I don’t know.” You hum, and you kind of feel bad when you see a small frown grace his face, “Maybe I’ll just keep him around to get Mom and Dad off our scent.” He sighs a little, figuring he can’t argue with that, “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You lean up on your tippy toes and peck a loving kiss to his lips, to which he reluctantly returns. It was so nice to finally feel his lips against yours- it’s been one day too many.

“I don’t trust him.” He sneers, “Why is his hair so long?”

“More for me to grab?”

You can’t contain your smile as you look up at him, your lip coming between your teeth as he grinds his jaw. He steps closer to you now and you almost try to walk backwards before his hands reach behind your thighs, “You’re in a lot of trouble, you know?” He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist before laying you down on the bed, “I wouldn’t push it.”

You let out a hearty laugh, pulling him down to connect his lips to yours. Your hands find their way to the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly closer, afraid that he’ll leave you if you let go.

With your legs still loosely wrapped around his hips, you also pull that part of his body closer to yours, his crotch rubbing against your clothed core and you groan into his mouth at the friction.

Leaving your mouth, he sinks to his knees before you, bringing your pants down with him as he sheds you of all the clothing from your bottom half.

You gasp softly with hooded eyes as you watch him admire your bare pussy, spreading your legs further apart to observe every inch of you.

You swallow thickly as he plants soft, teasing kisses to each thigh, getting closer and closer to your core, but retreating every time you think he’s going to dive in.

You know what he’s doing. You know this is part of your punishment. So you let him have his way with you.

You clench around nothing each time he brings his face closer and closer to your hair, almost passing out when he presses a kiss to your folds, right above your clit.

Unable to resist, your hands fly down to his hair, tugging softly on the short strands and massaging the scalp- hoping he’d spare you a little mercy and give you what you so desperately need.

Instead, he just lifts his head to look up at you now, resting it against your thigh as he speaks, “My hair long enough for ya’?”

Remembering what you’d just said about Bucky’s hair length, you roll your eyes, “Shut up. I love your hair.” You fluff your fingers through it to somehow prove your point. You’d experienced many stages of Franks hair growth, but your favourites definitely had to be either the short strands that you could still run your fingers through, the faded sides with shorter hair on top, or the long, fluffy strands he grew out on occasion.

As a reward for your compliment, he lowers his mouth closer to your cunt and laps up the arousal that had since pooled from when he started kissing your thighs. He hums against your clit, the taste of your slick meeting his tongue and you buck your hips up as the vibrations course through you.

Just as you think the teasing was over, he removes himself from your clit, “You think he could eat you better than me?”

You whine at the loss of contact, and at his stupid question, “Frankie, please.”

“Do you?” You quickly realise that he’s not moving a muscle until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

“No,” You practically whimper, “No one could tongue fuck me as good as you.”

Slyly smiling up at you, satisfied with your answer, he presses one last final kiss to your thigh, “Good girl.” You almost started gushing out cum right then and there at the praise, but his tongue fucking into your hole distracted you from doing so.

You throw your head back against the pillows and arch your back as his tongue expertly devours your cunt, switching from fucking your hole to flicking and sucking your clit.

He makes sure to show more love towards your throbbing clit, knowing how quick that got you to cum. As much as he would spend eternity and one day buried in between your thighs, he loved the taste of your cum more. He survived off it.

Kneading the soft flesh of your thighs and ass, he grounds you back to reality, keeping you in place from squirming underneath his hold.

You clench your eyes shut as he unexpectedly eases two fingers into your cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices making it easy for them to insert. You moan loudly as they curl up to reach your g-spot and his tongue continues his assault on your clit.

Feeling the way you clench around his fingers almost instantly, Frank knows you’re close, “Cum on my fingers.” He encourages, thrusting his fingers in and out of you even faster as you whimper loudly, one his favourite sounds, “C’mon, pretty girl,”

With shaking thighs, you attempt to close them in around Franks head as a result of your nearing orgasm, but Franks strong hold keeps you still.

“I’m gonna cum,” You announce in a hush whisper, your moan overtaking you as the coil in your stomach threatens to unfurl, “Oh my God, right there, Frankie,” You clench around his fingers even harder as he fucks them up into you at just the right angle to consistently hit your g-spot, all the while wrapping his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly, simultaneously flicking his tongue around the little bud.

The room instantly blurs as you cum hard. You let out a loud moan that echoes all the way down the hall, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his fingers as they slow down to ease you off your high. He slowly pulls them out now and they’re drenched in your slick before he licks them clean. Eyeing your shining cunt, he dives back in to drink up the rest of your juice that’s leaking out of your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste.

By the time he finally detaches himself from your cunt, you smile blissfully as his chin shines with your cum.

Pulling his face closer to you, you wipe away the excess from his chin, bringing it up to your mouth and having a taste yourself.

Wrapping a hand around his neck, you pull him down to praise the soft lips that had just brought you to orgasm, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You definitely tongue fuck me better,” You start, nails dragging across the back of his neck as he sucks little kisses to your neck, he grunts in satisfaction, and you smile wickedly, “But I’m not entirely sure if you could fuck me better than he could?”

His head retracts from the crook of your neck, looking down at you with intense hardness. Oh, he’s mad.

“Is that so?” He asks, his jaw ticking when you doe your eyes up at him.

“I mean, you’re just so old- do you even still have it in you?”

His eyes darken instantaneously, a large, secure hand wrapping itself around your waist as his body cages you in beneath him, “Oh, you’re gonna fucking regret that.” He mutters into your ear through gritted teeth and for the first time since you’ve hooked up with Frank- you’re terrified… but you don’t wanna stop.

He flips you around so that you’re laying flat on your stomach and brings a hand down to collide against your ass cheeks in a harsh spank.

You whine into the bed sheets, the skin stinging even as he softly kneads it. You assumed that was the end of it, that he was just testing the waters and showing you what he was capable of but no. It’s only until about 10 spanks later- accompanied with an abundance of filthy words, a mix of degradation and praise, when your ass is now a bright, cherry red and your hands grip the bed sheets so tight it hurts, that he stops.

“Think I still have it in me now?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod weakly, “Yes,” You squeeze your thighs together in hopes to soothe the painfully good ache that inhabits your cunt, “Please fuck me, Frank.”

When you feel him adjust your position, lifting up your hips so that your ass hangs in the air, you sigh gratefully, “Since you asked so nicely,” He massages the sore flesh of your ass once more, spreading your cheeks apart simultaneously and observing the slickness of your pussy.

He can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across his face at the sight of your glistening cunt as a result of his spankings.

Quickly shedding himself free, he lines his cock up with your pussy from behind and begins a rough, hard, and absolutely relentless pace that has you forgetting your name. Bucky’s name long forgotten in that case, which is all Frank could ever ask for.

“Honey, honey-“ Your Dad whispers to your mother as he lingers by the window of their bedroom, just about to draw the curtains closed before a little something caught his eye. As your Mom joins his side, following his gaze over to Frank’s bedroom window, “Filthy fuckin’ Frank.” The pair watch shamelessly as Franks silhouette can be seen through his curtains, along with another that he’s seemingly fucking into oblivion, “No wonder he was itching to get outta here!”

Your Mom just smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your Dad, “Do you think it was someone from the party? I had a few single friends over.”

“He was checking his phone a lot.”

“Awe,” She coos, “I think it’s cute. We’re like matchmakers… He better thank us next time he sees us.”

“All thanks to the game.” Your Dad shakes his head, continuing to observe his best friend fucking whatever lucky woman managed to find her way into his bedroom, “He’s such a doggy kind of guy!”

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DHJSSH is writing that last part about the parents weird??? idk i thought it was fun, also,,, don’t come at me but for some reason i always imagine the dad for dbf!frank ti be brock rumlow 🤭 IDK WHY he just has that look

ANYWAY i hope u enjoyed!!! i think this fic is like in my top 3 bc i fucking loved writing it so much.

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