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Princess

Pairing: dads best friend!frank castle x f!reader

Summary: Reader's car shuts down on her way home from work, so her dad calls his (incredibly sexy) best friend to give her a lift while her car gets towed.

Requested: yes or no (please feel free to send me requests!)

Warnings: sexual situations, age gap (reader is a consenting adult), oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, overall smut

Word Count: 2,724

Masterlist & AO3

It was summer. Your car windows were rolled down, your music was blaring, and your left arm hung out the window, the sun making your skin warm. You were driving home from an early shift at work, but you could tell something was wrong with your engine. You tried to get home as quickly as possible, but your car completely shut down in a neighborhood about ten minutes from your house. Groaning, you took your phone out of the cupholder it rested in and dialed your father. He picked up after the third ring.

Growing up, you’d spent mere weekends at your father’s house, but now that you were nineteen and finished with your first year of college, you’d decided to spend the summer at his house. You loved your mother with your entire being, but you felt like you had lost the potential of having a closer relationship with your father by strictly visiting him on weekends your whole life.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said on the other line. “I’m slammed at work. I’ll call Frank and see if he can pick you up.”

Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name.

Frank Castle was your father’s best friend. And though you knew it was immensely wrong, you couldn’t fight the attraction you had for him. There were many things about the man that drove you crazy. The way he spread his legs whenever he sat down, the way his right hand was always gripping a beer bottle or a mug of black coffee, and the nickname “Princess” he’d been calling you since you were a child.

You noticed that he’d been acting differently since you came home from college, though. There would be moments where you’d be watching television in the living room by yourself and he’d take a seat right next to you on the sofa. Your thighs would be flush together and your heart would start racing and you almost swore he heard it, because a faint smirk would appear on his lips. And if your father walked in, Frank didn’t dare move an inch. No, he’d stay in his spot, sometimes even reaching an arm up and resting it on top of the couch behind your head. You’d try to pay attention to whatever’s playing on the television, but your senses would soon overwhelm with the closeness of him. He smelt of pine, musk, and a faint hint of coffee. And every now and then, he’d lick his lips, and you could feel your pussy pulsating at the thought of him using his tongue on you. It was safe to say that you were infatuated with him.

A tow truck came and towed your car, thanks to your father, but left you stranded until Frank could pick you up. Luckily, it didn’t take long for his own truck to come into view. You stood up from your seat on the sidewalk, watching as he stopped the car and reached over to open the passenger door for you.

“Car shit the bed, huh?” he called.

You sighed, hopping inside of the truck and buckling your seatbelt. “It seems so.”

You hadn’t noticed, but your dress had ridden up your thighs when you got into the seat–so much so, that your lacy panties were on display. You watched him as his eyes dropped down to your lap, a faint hue of pink staining his cheeks. Curious, you looked down and noticed the exposure of skin. You hastily pulled your dress back over your thighs, your own cheeks growing flushed. The truck was filled with an embarrassing silence as he began driving you to your house.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you blurted.

He glanced at you, a smirk on his lips.

“Anytime, Princess.”

You watched as his eyes focused on the road, his left hand loosely gripping the steering wheel whilst the other rested on the gear stick. You stared at his right hand, wondering how it’d feel slipping up your thigh. Would his fingers feel rough against your soft, delicate skin? The thought of his thick, calloused digits moving up your thigh and rubbing over your clothed core made you squirm in your seat. You could feel yourself beginning to soak through your panties.

“You wanna roll the window down?”

You looked up quickly, pressing the backs of your hands to your cheeks. They were incredibly warm to the touch. “Yeah, I’m just a little hot,” you lied.

You pressed the button, rolling your window down entirely. Once it was entirely rolled down, you rested your arm against the bottom of the rolled down window, your cheek coming to settle on top of your arm. You could feel the sun’s warmth against your face and the breeze of wind from the truck’s speed down the road. You took a breath of air, closing your eyes and imagining something that would distract you. You pictured your mother, how you’d probably have to text her later that night, and you thought of your day at work. But, Frank persisted.

“So damn beautiful,” he muttered.

Your stomach did flips at the words he spoke. Slowly, you turned toward him.

“You mean that?” you asked, doubt dripping from your voice.

He looked at you, nodding.

“‘Course I do, Princess,” he smirked. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

You raised your eyebrows. “That’s a bold statement.”

He looked at you, his smirk faltering. “And you know that I’m no bullshitter.”

You frowned. Why was he saying this?

“You can’t actually mean that, Frank.”

It was his turn to frown.

“Why not?”

“Because, you’ve probably met thousands of girls in your lifetime,” you told him, “but I’m the prettiest?”

He nodded. “Damn right.”

You felt as though he was saying that you were beautiful in the same way that your father would tell you you were beautiful. Like he was trying to make a child feel better. This thought made you sick to your stomach.

“You don’t believe me?” he suddenly asked, sensing your doubt.

Were you supposed to tell him that you didn’t want him complimenting you the same way that your father complimented you? Were you supposed to tell him that you wanted to hear him say that you were sexy instead? Ultimately, you just shrugged at him.

He pulled into your driveway and stopped the car, turning to you.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?!” he demanded.

What?

He gestured towards his pants. “I’ve had a hard-on this entire ride, because of you.”

You looked down and, to your surprise, there was indeed a tent in his pants. You weren’t sure what to say, your eyes mesmerized by the large erection hitched in his jeans.

“You did this to me, Y/n,” he admitted. “You did. Christ, you’re even what I think about when–” he stopped himself before he could finish his sentence.

You weren’t sure what kind of power or confidence manifested itself inside of your body, but you gently placed your hand on his thigh.

“When you what?” you asked softly.

He looked at you hesitantly, as if waiting for you to tell him that this was OK. Instead, you grabbed him by his shirt and did what you’d been waiting to do for years: kissed him hard. Your lips moved together in synch, a mix of tongues and teeth clashing together sloppily.

You pulled away for a moment.

“Bring me to my room,” you ordered.

He quickly got out of the truck, sprinting around it to open the door for you. He picked you up, allowing your legs to wrap themselves around his sides and your arms to snake around his neck. He kicked the door closed and entered the house quickly. You kissed his neck as he made his way to your bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you both. He pushed you onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress, before bending over and capturing your lips once more. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, needing to feel the toned torso you’d always known was hiding underneath. He quickly broke the kiss to take his shirt off, grabbing at the hem of your dress in return. You practically tore it off, revealing your braless breasts underneath. He stared at them, mouth gaping open, before attaching his lips to a nipple.

You gasped, grabbing at his hair and tugging as his tongue flicked over the bud, his hand coming up to knead the other one. He scraped his teeth against the hardened nipple before moving onto the other one. He continued his ministrations onto the other until both of your nipples were slick with his spit. You grabbed his face to bring his lips back to yours, moving your legs back to his waist so that you could grind against him. A shuddered breath left him as he ground his hips against your own. You could feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans, but you needed more. Your hands moved between you, going down his abs and towards the button of his pants. Before you could unbutton them, he grabbed your hands and pulled away from your lips.

“Are you sure?” he asked you.

You nodded vigorously.

“Please,” you begged.

He did quick work of his button and zipper, stepping out of the jeans and climbing onto the bed with you. He hovered on top of you, grinding his clothed cock against your clothed core. You could feel more of him now that he was stripped to his briefs, and you could feel that he was big–bigger than you’d ever had before. He began moving down your body, pushing himself off of the bed and grabbing you by your calves to bring you to the edge of the mattress.

“I really wanna taste you,” he beckoned, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Will you let me do that, hm? Will you let me lick you until you come?”

You nodded, your eyes marveling at the sight of Frank getting on his knees before you. He hooked his fingers around your panties and slowly slipped them off of your legs. After they were discarded onto the floor, his hands moved to your thighs, pushing them apart as he marveled at you.

“Such a pretty pussy, Y/n.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth at his praise.

He pulled you as close to him as possible, bringing your legs to rest on each shoulder, his head captured between your thighs. And without warning, he flattened his tongue against you. You could have screamed at that moment.

He began flicking his tongue over your clit and through your folds as if he were memorizing your pussy with his mouth. You grabbed onto his hair, tugging and running your fingers through his brunette locks.

“Frank,” you gasped, your ankles digging into his back.

He moaned against you, the vibrations going directly against your pussy. You arched your back letting out a moan as he began to set a pace. He made figure eights against your sensitive bud, his tongue dipping inside of you every now and then. Your hips began to grind with his mouth, sounds of bliss escaping your mouth as you watched him eat you out. A familiar sensation began to grow in your belly, signaling that your climax was coming. You chanted his name like a prayer as he flicked his tongue against your clit with a rapid pace, causing your thighs to tremble and your body to spasm as you released. He helped you through your orgasm, sucking all the nectar your pussy could give him. Finally, he rose from the floor and hovered over you, his lips shining with your arousal. His tongue darted out to catch the taste of you on his mouth.

“F-fuck me, Frank,” you pleaded. “I need you inside of me. Please.”

He nodded, stripping his briefs off, making his erection slap against his stomach. His cock was angry and red, precum beading at the tip. You licked your lips as your mouth began to water.

“Do you have condoms?” he asked.

You shook your head side-to-side.

“No, but, I’m on the pill,” you assured him. “And I really want to feel you inside of me.”

Your words brought a groan out of him as he hastily climbed back on top of you, allowing you to wrap your legs around him and bring him closer to you. He captured your lips once more, though they moved together much slowly this time, as if you were savoring each other.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he asked, his hand going to stroke your cheek.

You nodded.

He bumped his nose against yours.

“Needa hear you say it, Princess,” he whispered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Frank,” you confessed.

He pressed his lips to yours, softly, as you felt his tip nudge your entrance. With his spit and your wetness, he was able to slide right into you. You felt yourself stretching around the largeness of him, the sensation uncomfortable for a moment. He allowed you to adjust, peppering your face with kisses.

To distract you from the pressure between your legs, your palms went to rest on his cheeks, allowing you to admire his face. His strong jaw, his kind brown eyes, the shape of his nose. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

You smiled at him, fingers moving into his hair, and you gave him a nod that you were finally ready for him to start moving. He gave you a peck on the lips before he nearly slipped out of you entirely and reentered you. He set a slow pace, using his hips to grind into you.

Though his cock felt foreign inside you at first, you began to feel pleasure after the first few thrusts. You kissed his neck, tugged on his hair, and pushed your ankles against his ass for him to thrust harder.

He got your memo quickly, picking up the pace and pushing harder into you. The sounds of both your breathy moans and skin slapping against skin filled your bedroom quickly. He thrusted into you until his cock began to brush against that spot inside of you. He buried his head in your neck as he brought one of his hands between you both, the pad of his calloused finger rubbing firm circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Come for me, Princess,” he breathed. “Want you to come all over my cock.”

As he hit that spot inside of you over and over again, you found yourself screaming as you came. Your pussy gripped him as you climaxed, bringing him over the edge as well. You felt his thick ropes of cum spurt inside of you, which aided you in riding out your orgasm. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before carefully slipping out of you and climbing off of the bed.

Naked, he disappeared from the room. He didn’t give you enough time to theorize where he’d gone before he returned with a warm washcloth. He cleaned you up gently before kissing your forehead, tossing the cloth into your laundry hamper, and returning to bed. His arms snaked around you and pulled you against his chest.

“What now?” you asked him truthfully.

He let out a sigh, gently tracing patterns over your arms.

“I don’t know, kid,” he admitted.

You looked up at him, resting your chin against his chest.

“I want you,” you confessed. Your stomach felt seasick, waiting for his response.

“I want you too, Princess,” he said, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. “But your dad can’t find out.”

“My dad can’t find out,” you confirmed.

He gave you a soft smile, his fingers brushing stray hair behind your ear.

“So…” you drummed your fingers against his torso. “When can we do that again?”

He chuckled, gently pushing you off of him and rolling you on your back.

“Hmm,” he hummed, moving down the bed and pushing your legs apart. “How about you cum on my fingers first, Princess.” His tongue flattened against your clit as you felt the pads of his index and middle finger prod at your entrance.

It was safe to say that you wouldn't be walking the following day.

#this is my ultimate frank fantasy #summer dress the tension his truck sweet chesus yeeeess #im gonna read it again #bc im going to hell anyway #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle x reader

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