havokangel:

of course !! enjoy bb.

a/n; this drabble is brought to you in part by seattle’s heatwave im currently dying in

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frank + fingering

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You know talking to strange men in bars isn’t the best in regards to your safety, especially when it’s ninety degrees in the city and the man you’re talking to is wearing a heavy black jacket; barely breaking a sweat.

His name is Frank. You learned his name after he told the creepy, drunken man that tried to grope you when you walked into the bar. It was the last thing you needed, really, after today; your PA job had you running around all day in the sweltering heat and all you wanted was a short reprieve at Josie’s. When you explained that to Frank, he wordlessly pulled his wallet out of his pocket and bought you a drink. And then another.

It didn’t really take long until you had mentioned with nonchalance that the idea of going home alone doesn’t sound too pleasant. Normally you wouldn’t be that forward but hey, Frank’s scraped knuckles and amused smirks were enough to make the New York heat feel more unbearable than ever. You still were shocked when he stood up and slapped down some cash, and wordlessly followed you out.

It didn’t take long for you to be in your current predicament; which is up against the brick wall of your apartment building, hidden away from the nightlife on the sidewalks.

His tongue slides against yours deeply as his hands are heavy on your lips, and your whole body suddenly seems like it’s On. Fucking Fire. You’re gripping the lapels of his heavy jacket as you whimper utterly helpless against his mouth, and you nearly bite down on his damn lip when he grips your jaw with his large hand. He suddenly pulls away and his hand tilts your face up so that he’s got easy access to your neck, teeth and tongue sliding against the sensitive skin as his free hand dips under your skirt to touch you against your panties. Your back arches instinctively, and the growl he lets out against your neck is electrifying.

“Yeah,” His voice is basically a purr as he strokes his fingers over you again. “You like that?”

Your words are barely coherent as you whimper out yes yes yes Frank and you’re sure that the way you sound so helpless and desperate turn him on, because that’s all it takes for him to push your panties aside to touch you directly. Your head practically thumps against the hard bricks as you arch your back into his chest, his lithe fingers rub slick circles over your clit. Your knees nearly give out as he bites your throat gently before pushing his fingers slowly into you.

“Fuck!” You gasp out helplessly, and all he does is fucking chuckle as he crooks his fingers up like it’s nothing at all.

He crooks his fingers as he thrusts them in and out of you quickly, biting and mouthing at your neck in a way that’s sure to leave marks. When he finally gets his mouth back on yours, it’s not long before his thumb finds your clit and you finish hard around his fingers.

The way you clench and cum around his fingers makes him harder than he can remember, and he nearly fucking growls when you circle his wrist with your hand and bring his fingers to your lips. Your tongue slides against his fingers and past his knuckles, and when you pull them out and smile innocently, he says,

“We going upstairs or not, sweetheart?”

You just bite your lip coyly, and reply,

“Follow me.”