Frank Woods x Reader

Thirty-Seven (Smut)

The world outside was cold and the grass damp.

But in that moment it didn't matter. All that mattered was Frank above you, shirtless, while placing kisses on your hands and arms.

The hair of his beard gently scratched over your skin and mixed with the desperate tenderness that he was showering you with.

It seemed like he had waited years, had stored every single urge to be soft in the back of his body and was now releasing it all at once.

With a gentle smile, you placed a kiss on his lips, while using the moment to climb back on his lap.

His muscles moved.

He was still as hairy as he used to be. His entire chest was covered in a thick, black fur that slowly started to turn grey the closer it grew to the hem of his pants. He wasn't as fit as he used to be, the visible six pack had turned into a slight belly with a muscular chest and arms strong enough to snap your spine in half.

Playfully, you let your fingers run over his arms and the tattoos, old and familiar.

The years had made the ink fade slightly.

Saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth as he forced it open with his tongue to fight with you.

Breathing heavily, he broke the kiss and followed the wet, sticky trail down your throat to gently bite down at the crotch of your neck. Not a second later, he covered the spot with kisses as well.

Aroused by the sensation, you shifted in his lap.

With a low huff, he pressed you down on him while pushing his hips up.

Your hot middle twitched, earning him a soft gasp.

You grabbed his rock hard cock to give it a gentle squeeze.

"Get out of there, will you?", you asked him with a sweet smile, but started working on his belt without giving him time to do it himself.

The pants came down to his hips, leaving only the dark fabric of his boxer shorts in the way.

Unsatisfied, you hummed and wanted to pull it down too.

Smirking amused, he placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed you down.

The already wet tip of his dick poked your cheek.

His length twitched.

"Someone is excited.", you teased him and pulled the hem of his underwear down to free his member.

Freed from its prison of fabric, it stood up straight, gently twitching and dripping with tension. He was still as thick and full as ever, with veins running through the length that had managed to reach depths inside of you that were untouched ever since the breakup.

Your eyes jumped up to lock with his as you opened your mouth in a slow, teasing manner and started letting the tip of your tongue take in his salty taste.

He watched you. The grip on the back of your head tightened.

"Don't make me impatient...", he said in a low, thick voice. "I'll fuck you right on the spot."

You smiled.

"But where would be the fun in that?", you asked and took him in fully to move your head up and down a few times before releasing him again with a sloppy sound. "I thought we're making love."

With a deep breath, Frank squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall back with a sigh.

"Fuck, I will love you so bad.", he groaned. "But I want to enjoy it a little longer."

Chuckling, you let your tongue run from the bottom of his cock to the tip.

"Anything you want, papa bear...", you purred and took him into your mouth again.

The warmth, mixed with the old, teasing nickname made him moan softly. His hand pushed you down.

Struck by the width and length of his, you tore your eyes wide open and almost choked. He Hit the back of your throat, causing it to squeeze shut and make him let out an aroused breath again.

"Hell, that's what I missed about that big mouth of yours.", he gasped.

You pulled back, up to the top of his dick and sucked it a second, before letting your tongue stroke his entire length and pushing down again.

His pubic hair tickled your nose as you took him in whole without any effort. It still felt natural to suck him off, your body still knew how much space he needed, how thick he was and how fast you could work on him to be a tease but not overstimulate.

Your tongue action eared loud breathing and a few low gasps from him.

His grip on your head tightened as you picked up a slightly quicker pace and started twisting your tongue around the thick veins of his throbbing cock. With a bit of force, he pushed you further down on him to fully push past the back of your throat and enjoy the tight warmth.

Your tongue traced the veins on his length before pulling back and teasing the dripping tip of his dick instead.

He tasted more salty now.

His breathing quickened.

You wanted to go down again, but all of a sudden he pulled you back, forcing you to release him. Breathing heavily, you let go and pulled back, mouth wide open and gasping for air.

Thick threads of saliva dripped from your lips, down your chin.

His eyes lowered and dark, he leaned forward and let his tongue follow the line, only for him to return to your mouth and steal another hungry and heated kiss.

His hands slid under your butt and gave it a good squeeze. Without any effort, he jumped on his feet and pulled you with him.

Your back hit the wall of the house, making the air in your lungs press out.

"Fuck!", he gasped and pulled back to catch his breath. "I forgot how fucking good you are."

Chuckling, you pulled him back into a kiss while his hands freed you from the last bit of fabric that covered the bottom half of your body.

While doing so, he made sure to let his fingers brush over your center to make it twitch with excitement.

"Frank...", you breathed against his lips.

He smirked.

"I'm sorry, mushroom...", he pushed you up a bit to get a good angle to position himself on your entrance. "I'll love you now."