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better {f. castle}

summary: he believed you deserved someone better to take your virginity, but he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't turn him on beyond belief.

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: language, masturbation, smut, slight corruption kink if you squint, virgin reader, age gap (reader is 24/25ish and frank is in his late 30s/early 40s), dad's best friend (didn't know reader until she was an adult), reader's spoiled by her rich father b/c we love black women in luxury on this blog

a/n: sorry, this one's a pretty long. i got a little carried away with this.

It really wasn't fair. And totally not your fault that you were attracted to your father's business partner. His dark hair, sharp facial features, and tall frame was enough to drive anyone wild. It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't uncommon for you to catch yourself drooling over him whenever you visited your dad's office, replaying the way his large hand felt engulfing yours with a firm grip. Over the course of the three years you'd known the man, you noticed that he very rarely smiled. When he greeted you, however, he always followed his greeting with a smile. A real one, not one of the half smiles he liked to do when he was closing a business deal or even the closed mouth one he would do because he didn't know how to accept (or believe) the compliments given to him. He always gave you a warm, genuine smile. Like he was happy about your presence. And as sweet as that was, the idea that he cared even the slightest about your existence turned you on beyond belief.

You knew it was wrong that he could smile at you and say "Hello" out of common courtesy was enough for you to ruin your panties, but you couldn't help it. Your father's business partner was the embodiment of pure sex, and his name? Frank Castle.

"Vanessa! My girl!" you greeted excitedly, holding your arms open as you walked through the door of your dad's office.

His secretary laughed softly, standing up and rounding the desk to hug you.

"It's been a while," she told you with her familiar southern accent. "That job so busy you can't come visit anymore?"

You shook your head, embracing her tightly.

"Nothing can keep me from seeing my girl," you assured her, releasing her and smiling.

"Well, that's good to know. Your father's expecting you, so you can just walk on in."

You smiled and thanked her, making your way to his door, tapping gently before hearing him tell you that you could come in.

"Daddy!" "My baby girl! Finally back from her big law firm in Manhattan," he exclaimed, springing from his chair and leaving his desk to squeeze you tightly before you could fully walk into the room.

You laughed, feeling it become hard to breathe as his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you felt like you could pop any second.

Another set of knocks rang on the door and he finally let go of you.

"Frank! Look who came to visit!"

You felt yourself tense at just the utterance of his name. He'd become more constant in your life when his relationship with your father shifted from business partners to best friends. The two were practically inseparable. They were so close that you once had to sit through your dad showing you pictures of the two of them on their joint vacation to Bali. It took everything in you not to look Frank up on Instagram and drool over any of the pictures he posted from the vacation.

Shit.

"I heard. Vanessa redirected me on the way to my office."

Shit, his voice.

You turned to him, putting on the best smile you could muster up and extending your hand.

"Castle," you greeted shortly as he took your hand in both of his, squeezing it gently.

You felt a throbbing between your legs at the feeling of his warm hands wrapped around yours. Then, there it was. That smile. It never failed to make you want to drop to your knees.

"How ya' been, (Y/N)?" he asked you, genuinely seeming to care about the events of your life.

You knew he didn't. You knew he was just being polite. Why the hell would he actually care about how his business partner's daughter is doing?

"Oh, busy. Life since graduation's been nothin' but business," you responded as if routinely.

It was a line you'd pretty much memorized, giving you a response that didn't reveal how mentally drained you'd been since the second you'd accepted the job offer.

He laughed a little and nodded, hands making their way into his pockets.

"That's my little girl!" your dad interjected. "Always working. Gets that from me."

You sighed, hoping your annoyance wasn't evident on your face.

As much as you loved him, the only reason you kept yourself so busy was because you couldn't let him down. Couldn't let him think you were a lazy failure. You barely took personal days, your sleep schedule was practically nonexistent, and your social life? Laughable.

"Well, I'll let you two get caught up. Good seeing you, (Y/N)."

You hated when he said your name. It sent electricity throughout your entire body and straight to your core.

As he turned, leaving the room, you couldn't help but look at his back muscles pressing against the back of his dress shirt, remembering the way they'd looked without a shirt at your graduation party about a year prior.

"How 'bout I take early lunch and we go catch up, huh?" your father suggested, going to grab his suit jacket from the back of his chair.

You nodded, turning back to face him as he shut the lights off in the office.

The two of you caught up over lunch and he'd spoiled you by taking you into a department store that you'd been eyeing a purse in the window of. He walked you to your hotel, offering for what had to be the sixth time to have you stay in his home. You declined politely, wanting your own privacy. You said your goodbye, intending to meet with him tomorrow and closed your door.

You inhaled deeply before a long exhale, sliding your back against the door until you were sat in front of it.

"Frank fucking Castle," you muttered, wanting to bang your head against the wall until all thoughts of the man left your mind.

You stood, making your way to the mini bar and grabbing a bottle of wine, opening it and drinking straight from the bottle.

Sighing, you set the bottle down on the dresser beside the and bent down to your bag, pulling out your rose and laying back on the bed.

As you pulled your panties off from under your skirt, you could only think back to your graduation party.

"Congrats."

You turned at the sound of his deep voice and smiled, feeling your face heat up at the sight of him shirtless.

"Thank you, Castle."

He laughed and you felt your stomach flip.

"You know you can call me Frank, right?"

You shrugged at him, portraying yourself calmer than the thoughts that were running through your mind.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked you, bringing his beer up to his lips and turning over his shoulder to smile awkwardly at one of your friends who was ogling him from the pool.

You sighed, tired of explaining it all.

"Taking an offer in Manhattan," you told him shortly. "It's good pay right off the bat and I'm not too far from Dad."

He nodded, finally bringing his eyes to look at you. Your brown skin was glowing from the sun and he couldn't help but notice the way your braids were draping across your breasts, which he'd been trying to avoid looking at all day in your pink bikini top.

"You're gonna do great," he told you, brining his hand to your shoulder and squeezing before quickly moving it and taking another swig of his beer, reminding himself of who you were and that you were completely off limits.

"Thank you," you replied, voice barely above a whisper as your shoulder burned from the ghost of his touch.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but he was smiling shortly at your and walking away, approaching one of your dad's neighbors. The jealousy that flooded through you made you want to scream as he touched her arm, no doubt chatting her up.

As you reflected on memories of him wet and getting out of the swimming pool at the party, you felt your orgasm coming near. You'd wished he'd grabbed you. Wished he'd taken you off somewhere and crowded your space, hands all over you and mouth just where you needed it.

Your legs shook, imagining the way it would feel to have Frank between your legs, licking your clit while his scruff scratched against the insides of your thighs.

You finally came down from your high, breathing slowing and you threw the toy to the side, a little too sensitive to sit up on the bed.

You got up eventually, cleaning yourself up and looking at the time. It was only 10:30 and you weren't sleeping anytime soon. Figuring you could kill some time exploring, you put some shoes on and grabbing your bag.

The first hour or so, you'd wandered around the busy parts of the city, staying around areas packed with people as not to risk getting caught anywhere alone. Then, you'd gotten bored, somehow found yourself in a bar. You'd spent not even fifteen minutes there before you heard a light chuckling behind you.

"I gotta be dreamin'."

You shuddered at the sound of his deep voice.

Of course he's here.

It was only fitting for the man you'd pictured while you came showed up in the same bar as you.

You inhaled, gathering your thoughts and allowing yourself to display composure in front of him. If you'd learned anything from working at a big law firm, it was how to keep a poker face.

"Castle," you greeted causing him to laugh lowly before gesturing to the stool next to you.

You nodded letting him know he could sit there. His frame took up the space beside you, arms resting on the bar in front of him, making it hard to focus on anything but his forearms.

"What are you doin' in this crabby old bar?" he questioned before turning to the bartender and ordering.

"Got bored," you replied shortly.

That's how you always were with Frank. Kept it as short as you possibly could to avoid having to engage in a conversation with him and saying the wrong thing. You tended to be pretty outgoing, but the thought of completely embarrassing yourself in front of Frank bothered you. A lot.

He hummed in response and thanked the bartender, large hand gripping the glass before bringing it up to his mouth. You followed the movement with your eyes, saw his tongue appear and swipe the rim of the glass before he set it back down. You felt the hairs standing up on the back of your neck as your mind drifted back to the idea of his tongue on you.

"Why are you here?" you tried in an attempt to refocus.

He shrugged before giving a snarky smirk.

"Got bored," he mocked you.

Your eyes rolled and you almost missed the way his smirk turned into a smile in amusement with himself.

His abnormally relaxed nature made you loosen up, finding it easier to fall into conversation with him when he wasn't so serious. Before you realized it, you were on your third drink and feeling completely relaxed in his presence.

"So," he started. "How are you really doin'?" he asked, bumping against you to catch your attention.

You looked at him in confusion before it clicked that he was referring to earlier in the office. Your work life was complicated. Of course you liked what you did, but the constant stress exhausted you. You couldn't remember the last time you got a night of sleep without the interruption of your ringing phone or your computer repeatedly alerting you of a new emails. It was a lot, but you could handle it. You had to handle it because you're doing what your parents always wanted. Making your dad proud of you.

"Oh, uh...Fine. I'm fine," you told him quickly and he scoffed.

"It's okay to take breaks, you know," he advised knowingly. "Pleasing Daddy doesn't always have to be at the top of your list."

"Well, I could think of a few ways to disappoint him right now," you stated a bit more suggestively than was appropriate.

His eyebrows shot up in shock and you began to mentally kick yourself as regret filled you instantly.

"I didn't-"

"It's okay," he assured you, swallowing deeply and turning his head away from you.

The two of you fell silent and you huffed, hand wiping over your face.

"I'm sorry. I'm an idiot," you apologized, embarrassment flooding through your body and he shook his head.

"No, (Y/N) it's fine, really-"

You continued mentally berating yourself until you felt his hand fall on your shoulder.

"It's okay," he told you, squeezing.

You shook your head, a smile growing on your face and he looked at you in confusion as you began to laugh softly.

"What?" he asked with a smile forming on his. He was somewhere between happy to see you smile and worried about the fact that you were suddenly laughing about the situation.

"Nothing. It's weird," you assured him, shaking his hand from your shoulder and finishing off the rest of your tequila. You raised your hand to order more before he pushed it down with his hand.

"I think you're liquored up enough for the night, don't you?" he guided, pushing your empty glass away from you.

You narrowed your eyes at him quizzically, reading the expression on your face.

"What?" he questioned again with amusement snd curiosity more evident on his features. "Somethin' on my face?"

He jokingly brought his hands up, patting around his face, easing some of the tension.

"No," you laughed, propping your chin up in the palm of your hand. "I promise, you don't wanna know. Just forget about it."

He shook his head in protest.

"No ma'am," he objected. "You got me hooked, now. What is it?"

You sighed, giving in even though you knew you'd regret it the second you told him.

"I just...I used to have this thing, I guess you could call it a fantasy or something along those lines, but you-"

You cut yourself off, contemplating if you should reveal the rest to him or make up some bullshit story to satisfy him.

"Don't stop now, you gotta tell me," he prodded, nudging you gently with his elbow.

You weren't quite sure what it was. The tequila or the fact that he was eyeballing you so intensely that it felt like he could see your soul. Maybe it was both, but you found it hard to lie to him in the moment.

"I had this fantasy where you took my virginity," you admitted to him slowly, turning away before you even got a chance to see his reaction. "It was slow and nice and it was everything they said it would be like in all those teen rom-coms. You were a real gentleman about it."

You said "had", but in all honesty, the fantasy was still very much alive. You'd still never had sex, telling yourself that it had never been the right person or the right time when in reality you only wanted one man. Your best friend had called you the horniest virgin she knew when you described the things you'd let Frank do to you.

His silence made your heart drop to your stomach, but you were too nervous to turn back to face him. Out of all the idiotic things you'd done and said in your life, you might've just beat them all.

He finally broke his silence with an audible sigh.

"Me?"

You swallowed before nodding, the back of your head still facing him.

"Yep," you replied, wondering how many more tequilas it would take to make you pass out so that you didn't have to continue the conversation.

"Wh...Why me?" he questioned.

Fuck.

"Call it a school girl crush, Castle. I don't know," you answered quickly dishonestly.

You knew. It was because of the way he looked at you or the way his hand felt when he shook yours. The way his face twisted when he was deep in thought and the way his voice made your core throb immediately after hearing it. It was because big, scary business man Frank Castle made you willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you.

His arm snaked over your shoulders, hand coming around to turn your face back to him. He didn't say anything. Just stared at you like he was uncovering every secret thought you'd ever had about him. You could see his moment of realization. The moment his eyes lit up, glinted, and then impossibly darkened.

"You got terrible taste, Doll," he managed to choke out through the massive lump that had formed in his throat. "I'm not the guy you would've wanted to do that for you."

You nodded slowly.

"Yes, you are," you responded before thinking about your choice of words.

You'd hoped he hadn't caught it. The simple difference between your past tense and use of "are". You'd really hoped it flew by him, but it hadn't. He caught it. He caught everything.

Frank inhaled, hand now hovering over your breast.

"You-"

"Yep."

He nodded slowly and moved his arm at the revelation. It pained him to admit it but the thought of being the first man to touch you was going straight down to his cock and turning his mind into a blur.

"Okay," he breathed out. "Look, (Y/N)-"

"Castle, you don't have to tell me. The connection to my dad, I get it. I'm completely aware of how stupid the idea is, trust me. There's no way in hell you could possibly ever go for it. I know."

Frank winced at the way you beat yourself up. You were giving him too much credit. You weren't the problem. Far from it. In a different lifetime, he'd be worthy of you. He'd be the right guy to do the things you wanted him to do, but it wasn't that lifetime. He was who he was and he wasn't the good guy.

"There's someone out there who should do that for you. Make it special," he told you, straightening his posture. "I...uh...I'm not him, though. You don't want this mess. Too big and bad. Trust me."

You opened your mouth to protest, tell him that he was perfect and that you didn't want anyone else, but his hand lifted to stop you.

"Good night, (Y/N)," he told you, standing up and leaving his cash on the bar. Frank leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Don't worry, we'll pretend this conversation never happened," he assured you before walking out of the bar, leaving you dazed and embarrassed.

He didn't turn back. Couldn't turn back. You'd just ruined him in the best way possible. He thought he was in deep with you already, but that? That only pulled him in deeper.

Frank called a cab, directed it to his home. He stared out the window the entire time, hoping that focusing on the raindrops rolling down the window would distract him from visions of you underneath him, gripping onto him for comfort as he entered you for the first time. He shuddered at the thought of you whispering "I'm okay. It's okay keep going," assuring him that you were fine before getting to watch your pain turn into pleasure.

He broke from his daze when he got home, stepping out of the cab, rain pouring on him and he cursed for his lack of an umbrella. Frank paid the driver before walking in, kicking his shoes of and taking off his wet shirt.

He made his way to the kitchen, leaning on the island in front of him, unable to get you out of his mind.

The revelation that he wanted to fuck you came a long time ago. So long ago that he couldn't even pinpoint when it all started. He just knew that every time he saw you, he had to focus on his breathing to keep his cock from growing hard right in front of you. What he didn't know was that no one had touched you. It was wrong, he knew that. To wish he could be the one to show you everything. He wished it could be him, but it couldn't. He'd taint you, and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

You wouldn't escape his mind. The thoughts of you were constant. The expressions you'd make underneath him, the way you would writhe against him and whimper from the feeling of him.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling himself grow hard through his pants.

He shook his head, a vain attempt to deprive himself. Fucking his hand to the thought of you was one thing, but he was sure doing it to the thought of taking your virginity was criminal.

Frank knew it was of no use. The cold showers never worked for him before and they sure as well wouldn't do anything to stop the way he was feeling after that conversation with you in the bar.

He sighed, making his way up the stairs to his bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed.

So many times he'd imagined you here. He could practically smell your perfume in the room with him during nights like this one.

He sank back, unzipping his jeans and freeing himself, shaking his head again at just the thought of doing it.

Your face appeared in his mind again, your eyes alluring him and his cock twitched.

As he wrapped his hand around his cock, he thought about how you deserve so much better. How he couldn't be the one you wanted to take your virginity. Frank knew you were no angel, but you were his angel and he couldn't be the one to corrupt you.

He could hear your voice, breathing out his name, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you took him and held him at his hips to keep him close.

His stroking was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing on the dresser. He shook his head and kept going, breathing growing heavier. The phone kept ringing. After it hung up, it rang again and he groaned, sitting up and walking to the dresser.

He looked at the caller ID and felt exhausted. He couldn't decide if this was the best or worst possible time for you to be calling him.

Frank answered the phone and the sound of your voice sent chills through his body.

"It's you, Frank Castle," you spoke through the phone, sounding more sobered up.

Before Frank could even protest you were talking again.

"Don't try to tell me it's not because I know myself and I know what I want, so I was just calling to let you know that it is you that I want to take my virginity and I know that you want to so..." you trailed off.

His heart was beating through his chest as the line went quiet on both sides.

"You're drunk," he finally stated, finding a reason not to take you up on your offer.

"I've had more water in the last hour than I have in the last week," you retorted and he wanted to laugh. Wanted to hang up the phone and tell you to go to bed. "But, uh, yeah you don't have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know that it's you. No matter how big and bad you think you are."

His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't stop himself from sending you his address. It was as if his fingers had acted on their own accord, texting his location to you.

"You'll do it?" you asked him softly, making his stomach turn.

"Only if you're sure you want me to."

Both of you were quiet and then you hung up the phone. Your turn to leave him confused.

Frank zipped himself back up and went to find a shirt, afraid that opening the door without one would make it seem like he'd been waiting for this and scare you off.

Thirty minutes later, you were ringing his doorbell, tapping your foot anxiously as you waited for him to let you in. The door opened and he appeared, standing in front of you with a far less confident demeanor than the one you were used to.

You weren't looking at big, bad Frank Castle. This wasn't the man that you'd seen around your dad's office, handling business one minute and going on vacations with your father the next. This wasn't even your Castle. The name you'd adopted for him because somehow it made you feel special around him while also distancing yourself.

This was Frank. The man who'd been fighting so hard to stay away from you and had crumbled from one conversation at a bar and the phone call that followed it. The man had stepped aside to let you in the door to see lit candles and flower petals in his living room because the fantasy you told him about was special and he was going to make the real thing just as special, if not more.

"Didn't have long to set things up," he told you, noticing the way you were looking around the room.

"It's perfect," you responded, eyeing the room and taking in the sight of what his home really looked like. "This is nothing like I pictured."

He hummed and rocked on his heels.

"What? My place?"

"Yeah. Thought it'd be darker," you teased earning a bashful smile from him. "But, I like it. I think this might actually suit you better."

Frank had gotten it all right for you. The flower petals, the candles, soft music playing in the background. He'd even put a frozen lasagna in the oven, telling you he would have cooked if he'd been expecting you to call.

He noticed your shaking foot when you sat on the edge of his bed, examining his bedroom, which was almost exactly how you'd pictured it to be: Dark and sophisticated. Very Frank Castle.

"We don't have to do this," he reminded you, assuring you that he didn't want to hurt you.

"I want to. I really want to," you told him truthfully, holding your hand out to him.

He grabbed it hesitantly, stepping to you and leaning down, forehead pressing to yours.

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

You tilted your head up, connecting your lips with his softly, going in deeper when he didn't kiss you back at first. You broke the kiss, nodding at him to reassure him before he sank into you, kissing you with years of pent up passion, hands coming up to your face and cupping your cheeks.

Just one kiss from him and your body was already on fire. You leaned impossibly further to him, silently begging for him to devour you. And like the gentleman he was, he gave you what you wanted, pressing himself against you and leaning down so that he was laying on top of you. His weight comforted you as he began slowly kissing your jaw and making his way to your neck.

"This okay?" he questioned between kisses, stopping when you didn't answer right away. "(Y/N)?"

Your eyes fluttered open, brain trying to process that he'd even been speaking to you. The pleasure you were experiencing just from his kisses alone was already sending you into overdrive.

"It's perfect, Castle," you mumbled, locking eyes with him.

Frank chuckled at the name and continued his slow expedition of kissing down your body. He was taking his time, giving you time in case you had second thoughts. You appreciated it, but you wanted him. You'd wanted him for too long and you were sure of this.

"You could speed up, though. Keep up at that pace and I'm gonna be here for a week," you teased, earning a real laugh.

"Maybe that's the plan," he shot back, coming back up to kiss your lips.

He did as you asked and sped up. He brought a hand behind your head, fingers getting lost in the coils of your hair. The other hand was toying with the bottom of your top, contemplating the right time to start undressing you.

In the time you'd known Frank, he'd never been this readable for you. You'd never gotten to see him this transparently, but maybe that was the point. If his goal was to be as open as possible for your comfort, it was working perfectly.

You pushed him back, a flash of worry on his face that he'd done something wrong. You smirked at him playfully, taking off your top and revealing your bra to him.

You could have sworn he growled at you when you threw the shirt somewhere across the room.

"God," he whispered to himself, taking in the sight of you.

You laid back on the bed, inviting him back to you and he kneeled before you, tracing kisses up your legs until he got to the hem of your skirt and looked up to you for approval. You nodded to him and he ran a hand up your thigh and pushed your legs open before his head disappeared under the fabric.

His warm breath lingered over your clothed core as he took in your scent, eyes rolling back from just the smell of you.

After what felt like forever, he placed a soft kiss to your clit and you lit up, wiggling against him. He pressed a hand down on your hips to still you as his other hand curled at the top of your panties, pulling them down your legs before he pressed his mouth completely to you, tongue coming out to lick between your folds.

You felt the blood empty from your face and your stomach started turning flips at the sensation of his tongue on you, devouring you like he hadn't eaten in days. His hand kept your legs open, fingers pressing into your skin.

Your lips parted and a quiet moan emitted from your throat, hand coming to his hair as he worked you. More than anything, you wanted to grind your hips, make everything go faster, but his other hand was still there keeping you still. He was working at his own pace and as teasing as it was, you were filled with pleasure. You found yourself somewhere between wanting him to hurry and make you cum and never wanting the feeling to end.

Moans continued to escape your lips as his mouth pleasured you. The twisting in your stomach grew and he added a finger, pushing it inside of you slowly. The new sensation surprised you, but it was nice. You adjusted quickly.

"More," you instructed softly, head flying back onto the bed.

Frank looked shocked but amused with the sight in front of him. He did as told, adding a second finger, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation before pumping in and out of you.

"Jesus, Frank."

He smirked at the sound of his first name falling from your lips. It was a rarity to hear you say it and the fact that you were saying it under these circumstances made his hard cock start aching.

"You're a lot dirtier than you let on, (Y/N)."

His voice was about to send you over the edge as he added a third finger, spreading you open. You had a feeling it was to prepare you for the size of him.

"You gonna cum for me, Baby?"

You nodded silently in response, tugging his hair harder as his tongue circled your clit. Frank hissed at the way you pulled his roots but kept on nonetheless, finding that he liked the sensation. Both of you were experiencing something new.

Frank continued to pump his fingers inside of you and flick your clit with his tongue until your body began to tense, bringing you to your release.

As you came, Frank's tongue was there to lick you all clean, licking one long stripe up your slit after you came. It was your turn to be shocked with him, eyebrows twisted in surprise. All he gave was a shrug in response before rising from his knees.

"Ready?" he asked you, growing more serious.

"Yes. Please, Frank," you pleaded, propping yourself on your elbows.

He nodded and pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned body. You sighed at the sight, memories of your graduation party returning once again as he reached into his nightstand for a condom. As he put it on, you had visions of a shirtless Frank galavanting around your backyard just out of reach from you. This time, though, he was here. Alone with you and you could finally have him.

Frank undid his pants before pulling your skirt off of you, leaving you completely naked on his bed. You could feel yourself becoming self conscious, but it washed away when you caught a glimpse of the look in Frank's eyes.

"My beautiful girl," he commented before coming to you, kissing you again.

Your hands landed on his hips, holding him against you as he pressed his forehead to you, looking into your eyes for reassurance.

"I'm ready," you whispered, kissing him one more time before he slowly pushed into you.

"Oh!" you hissed, face twisting in pain.

Frank's voice was there to soothe you.

"It's okay, I know, I know."

He stayed where he was, making sure you were fine. He didn't move an inch except to bring a hand up to your cheek, the other planted above your head to make sure he wasn't absolutely crushing you.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you adjusted to the new feeling. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you tried to get used to it.

It felt like hours as Frank stayed there, forehead pressed to you, but he was fine with that. Fine with making sure you were okay.

"Okay," you breathed out finally. "Go."

"Sure?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you told him, arms wrapping around his neck.

Frank nodded and slowly moved in and out, eyeing your face to check for anything unusual, any sign that you needed it all to stop. He knew everything was in the clear when your face buried into his neck and a soft moan escaped you.

He began rocking his hips a little faster, making sure not to go any harder, not wanting to hurt you.

"You're doing so, so good, Sweetheart," he complimented as you moaned into his neck. "So good."

Frank brought his hand and let his thumb massage your clit, stimulating you even further.

"That's nice," you breathed, bringing one hand down, running it across his shoulder and down to his bicep, holding on for what felt like dear life as he pushed you closer and closer to an orgasm.

Frank kept pumping himself in and out of you, wondering how he ended up here with you. He couldn't figure out which cards were dealt that made it possible for him to be on top of you, but he was unbelievably thankful for them. He knew it wouldn't last forever. Knew that you'd be back in Manhattan before the week was out and that the two of you probably wouldn't or at least shouldn't do this again, but he didn't care. The two of you were together and that's all that mattered as he felt you tense around him, legs wrapping around his torso as you came for him, crying his name out.

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