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Boyfriend!Frank Goes Feral at Your New Perfume

SMUT ALERT! SMUT ALERT! This is a spinoff of a Boyfriend!Frank headcanon and I'm not sorry about it!!! Thank you @melonpire for the request!

Boyfriend!Frank x Reader

Word Count: 1,554 (8 min read)

"Fuuuuck sweetheart," Frank groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hands grasp for your hips and he tugs you flush against him.

Frank's broad nose lands instantly in the crook of your neck, a deep inhale tickling your bare skin. You feel his strong hands squeeze the fleshy curve of your hips before wrapping around to cup your ass. The action pulls you closer to him, feeling his semi-hard cock pushed against your front.

"Frank!" you laugh while swatting at him playfully. He only leans in deeper, his form hunching over yours and you're forced to arch your back, tits pushed up into Frank's chest, to accommodate. Your hands cling to his flexed biceps as you're tilted off balance and you let your head loll back, exposing more of your neck to him.

"Fuckin' killin' me sweetheart. You smell good enough to lick," he murmurs into your exposed neck, another deep inhale filling his lungs.

Escapade Gourmande. You had bought it last week but only took it for an inaugural spritz this morning. He wasn't wrong -- you did smell good enough to lick. Like creamy vanilla and sweet caramel, a bona fide walking creme brulee.

He slips his hand under your dress and finds your ass again, kneading it like it's a ball of dough before slipping his hands into your panties to feel the fleshy warmth of your skin. He peppers your neck with kisses, lingering on each one with a gentle suck before traveling up the column of your neck.

"Frankie what in the world has gotten into you? I have to leave for work," you admonish him while your body responds to his touch. With each knead of your ass your cheeks splay further and you feel the wetness pool at your core. The hardness pushing into your front only grows, now steely and taut.

"Tell 'em the trains were backed up," he grunts, his hands traveling behind your thighs to hitch you around his waist and lifting you effortlessly.

"Frank I can't" you mumble without conviction, your arms gripping around his neck and weaving through his messy locks.

"Tell me to stop then doll," he taunts you, placing you seated atop the kitchen counter with your legs spread wide, thighs splayed on the cool marble. You whine for a moment, unwilling to protest, before he mumbles " didn't think so honey," before grabbing your face on both sides to kiss you deeply. While his tongue explores your mouth, his hands make quick work of untying the belt of your wrap dress, the material instantly falling open to expose your body to him, white lace bra and white cotton panties with a small wet patch forming in the center.

You attempt to close your legs instinctively, shame burning in your cheeks at the wet patch on display. But Frank tuts with an "open 'em f'me" before he weaves one hand around your back to tug your body even closer to his standing form. With your tits pressed to his chest again he takes the opportunity to nestle his face into the plump pillows, nipping with his teeth at the tender skin.

You gasp at the sensation, suddenly desperate for him, the aching like a throb at your core. "Frank, need y--" you start but he replies before you finish "I know honey, fuck, you must be hurtin' yeah?" he asks with some pity in his voice, his eyes finding yours. You nod, your eyes pleading and your chest heaving.

"Open wide f'me honey," he asks, his hands landing behind your knees to lift and guide your feet atop the counter, your legs open in a deep V now, bent at the knees. He places his hand on your clothed core, rubbing it tenderly through the fabric before pushing your panties aside and doing the same motion again through your soaked folds.

You squeak, thighs threatening to close but Frank only shushes in your ear, "Ssssh, relax honey, I got you." You melt a bit, letting Frank make the ache feel better, his thick fingers massaging your folds and his thumb rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. He slips one finger into your weeping pussy and he huffs out a "breathe, brreaathhee" into the shell of your ear when you gasp at his entrance. When he feels your walls relax and make room for his finger, he pumps slowly, taking effort to make room for him.

"Attagirl," he encourages you, "let me in."

You blush again, burying your head into his shoulder as his hand works your core. You hear him grunt, his hunger growing as he works to stretch you with his hand.

"fuck me Frankie" you whimper, "please."

"Fuck," you hear him huff before making quick work of freeing his cock from his pants and pumping to coat himself in your wetness on his hand.

"Gonna go slow sweetheart, just breathe f'me," he instructs you as the tip of his cock nudges your slit. You look down to watch it enter, the thick head popping past your entrance and instantly stretching your walls. You whimper, eyes squeezing shut and your head falling back.

"Fuck honey I know. I know," he says, guiding his cock in slowly, returning his thumb to your clit to make slow, gentle circles. Finally his cock is buried deeply in your walls and he starts making slow small thrusts, keeping most of him buried and your bodies close.

"Gonna tell me if it's hurtin"?" he asks, his finger guiding your chin up to look you in the eye. You nod but he wants more, prompting you, "Use your words doll. Gonna tell me if it's hurtin' you?"

"Y-yes Frankie," you respond, "promise," before squeezing your eyes shut again.

"Good girl," he replies before letting his hips drag back a little further and snap back against you a little faster. The force bounces you on the counter and you ring your arms around Frank's thick neck, the hot air from his nose tickling your back as he ruts into you faster.

"Feel so goddamn good sweetheart," he grunts as you hold on for dear life, the force of him bruising and intense now. Frank's restraint wavers as he feels the lush grip of your walls, driving into you with a feral ferocity that he'll apologize for later.

The length and angle of him is punishing, a constant stimulation of your swollen bud. You needed faster and more -- just enough to tumble you over the precipice within your reach. You hug yourself closer to his chest so that you're flush against him and start to roll your hips into his thrusts, a whine escaping you as you feel the instant friction.

Your desperation make him animalistic and he again loops his hands under your thighs to lift you from the counter, cock buried deep, as he uses his strength to bounce you on his length. You lock your feet together behind his back as he spins to pin you to the closest wall, suspending you in mid air as he fucks you against it.

He changes pace now, slowing to drive his cock so deeply that you gasp, your grip on him loosening as your body nearly goes slack against the wall. Each thrust drives you further up the wall, his hands wrapped around your rib cage to keep you pinned in place.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you whimper in time with his thrusts, your eyes clamped shut, your pleasure imminent.

"Cum f'm pretty girl. Come on honey, I got you," he grunts and you do. Your orgasm tears through you, hunching you forward and off the wall once again to grip Frank's broad shoulders. Your legs quake around his waist and the only thing keeping you in place are the hands on your sides and his cock in your core.

Feeling the flutter of your walls grip his cock like a vice, he fucks into you with abandon now. His pace is relentless as he barely manages to coo at you for being such a good girl for him. He grunts into the crook of your neck as you feel his hips stutter and his cock release ribbons of ecstasy in you.

He slows now, savoring the mess while he starts sucking gently on the sensitive skin of your neck. "So fuckin' gorgeous," he murmurs between kisses, "took me so well sweetheart."

After a moment he lifts you away from the wall and turns to place you again on the counter, gingerly pulling out of you once you're seated. You gently runs his fingers through your folds, gathering any cum that threatened to spill and carefully pushes it back inside you before pulling the fabric of your panties back in place. Between kisses on your lips, cheeks, eyes, neck, he tugs your wrap dress back in place, the fabric settling again on your shoulders.

"Frankie I can do it my-" you start but he stops you.

"Yeah I know you can sweetheart but least I can do is get you cleaned up," he says, winking at you while his hands tie the belt of your dress and he carefully lifts you down to the floor.

"Love you honey," he says after a final kiss, handing you your phone to text your boss about the trains.

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finnofamerica · 1 month

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The Next Future Mrs. Malcolm- Ian Malcolm X reader | Smut

Summary: Reader enjoys a very romantic night out with Dr. Ian Malcolm.

Word Count: 2,234

Date Posted: 03.25.24

Prompt: Could it be a smutty romantic fic of Ian with a GF with a praise kink?

TW: AFAB LANGUAGE USED, Toy use in public, dirty talk, praise, oral (giving)

Note: The toy Used is the Lovense Lush 3. Linked so you can get a visual.

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

|| Masterlist || Request Here || Fandoms/ Characters || Req by @melonpire

The package left on your doorstep was a large brown box unceremoniously taped closed. There was no return address, but you suspected you knew who it was from. See, your boyfriend Ian just got back from his book tour, and he loves to surprise you with a romantic night out.

You opened the box, the true surprise inside. There were several beautifully wrapped boxes of different sizes, each completed with a neatly tied bow. Sitting on the very top of the pile was a note.

Y/n,

Pamper yourself today. I’ll pick you up at 7:30 for dinner, and your outfit is included in the box. I can’t wait to see you, Beautiful.

Ian

You did exactly that. You spent the morning in the shower exfoliating, shaving, and doing anything else that you could think of in preparation for your surprise date. Ian had bought you an entirely new outfit—new lingerie that contrasted your skin beautifully and gave you the perfect amount of cleavage. A small box contained a pair of thin, silvery dangling earrings that looked like stars falling from the sky when the light hit them just right, as well as a matching bracelet. A large champagne-colored box contained the dress that hugged your body like a second skin. But there was another box, baby pink, wrapped in a champagne bow.

Your brows furrowed, and a complete outfit was sitting on your bed in front of you; you couldn’t imagine what was in this box. Gently, you untied the bow and opened the lid, a note falling from it as you did. Inside sat an oddly shaped hot pink silicone device. It was kind of egg-shaped, with a long, thin “tail” extending from one end to a small circle that had a button.

You inspected the smooth surface of the device before picking up the note. Ian gave you directions to the app to download and instructions on how to share control of the device. Taking it to the bathroom, you gave the device a quick wash with mild soap before setting it on a clean towel to dry and setting an alarm for six-thirty.

Your heart raced as you stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the gorgeous black body con dress that accentuated your features. The vibrator was surprisingly easy to insert with a little bit of lube, and the shape allowed it to sit inside your vaginal canal without slipping out; it was quite a snug, comfortable fit. The tail sat outside of your body, curling up toward your stomach, held against your skin by the crotchless panties Ian had bought you.

You inspected your appearance. You looked hot. Ian really knew how to dress you, and telling you what to wear was one of his favorite things. He wasn’t the type of guy who told you what to wear because he didn’t want other men to think you looked sexy. In fact, his intentions were almost the exact opposite. Ian loved buying you clothes and dressing you because he wanted other men to be jealous. He wanted to show you off to the world and show them the gorgeous woman he bagged.

Seven-thirty on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Ian stood on the other side, towering above your short stature, with a single rose, dethorned, and a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” He scanned your outfit and caressed your cheek, “Don’t you look beautiful.”

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as heat rushed to your cheeks. He’d just arrived, and he was already turning you into a melty puddle of girl goo. “Thank you.”

“Spin so I can get the full view.”

You obeyed his request, turning slowly as he inspected you. The second your back was fully turned, he landed a swift smack to your ass, making you yelp.

“Just as I thought,” he mused, “You’re perfect.”

His praise filled you with warmth and an inexplicable desire to please. You were frozen in place as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “And after dinner, I’m ruining that beautiful makeup of yours.”

And there it was. A rush of arousal shot through you, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, swallowing down your nerves and taking his hand.

“Just waiting on you, Beautiful,” He grinned, leading you downstairs to his car.

The restaurant wasn’t the fanciest in town, not that that mattered to you. You didn’t care if you went to an Olive Garden as long as you were with Ian. It was a lovely white tablecloth restaurant located on the bay with outdoor seating that overlooked the sea. Once parked, Ian reached underneath your dress and turned on the vibrator, connecting his Bluetooth to it so he could control the vibration.

The lowest setting was a soft steady rumble that pressed against your G-spot with every step as Ian led you to the host stand.

“I have a reservation for Dr. Malcolm.” He said suavely.

“Oh!” The host beamed, “Right this way, we have your private table ready.”

She led you both outside to the patio seating, half of it blocked off with beautiful flowered hedges on rolling planter boxes. You passed through the deliberate gap in the hedges, your table sitting center in the decorated space.

“Ian,” You squeezed his hand, nerves crawling up your spine, “This is so fancy.”

Of course, by fancy, you meant expensive. Expensiveness made you nervous - guilty. You didn’t want to be a financial burden.

“Hey,” He gave you a comforting smile, “Only the best for my gorgeous girl.”

You let out a shallow breath, letting him guide you to your chair. He pulls it out for you like a gentleman before scooting you in.

“Here are your menus,” the host said, placing the hard-covered menu books on the table. “Your server will be by shortly.”

Every aspect of the dinner was lovely, only heightened by the vibrator buzzing inside you. Throughout dinner, Ian had adjusted the settings, making it difficult for you to sit still, but somehow, you managed. You were more worried about wether or not there would be a wet mark on the butt of your dress from how much you felt like you were soaking.

The vibrator suddenly stopped, making your brows furrow in confusion. You honestly missed the sensation now.

“Y/n, I often used to make jokes about how I’m always looking for the next future ex-Mrs. Malcolm. But I’ve realized I don’t want another Ex-Mrs. Malcolm.” He paused, and your heart sank. Was he breaking up with you?

“I just want the next Mrs. Malcolm.” Ian got down on his knee. Your breath caught in your chest. “I want you to be the next Mrs. Malcolm, and I am determined to make it last this time. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded. You hopped out of your chair and pulled him into a hug.

“Yes, I will.” You kissed him, refusing to let your tears spill over and ruin your makeup. Ian slipped the beautiful moss agate ring on your finger and kissed your hand. You chuckled, “For a second there, I thought you might be breaking up with me.”

Ian laughed as he helped you back to your seat, “I don’t want to break up with you ever.”

Finally, the bill was settled, and the server brought out dessert and two glasses of sparkling wine.

“Congratulations, you both,” The server, Richard, bid his farewell as you enjoyed the final moments of your meal.

You were completely filled with warmth as Ian drove you both back to your shared apartment. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ian’s lips were on yours, and his arms wrapped around you.

“Ian!” You protested with a giggle, “Can we at least make it to the bedroom first?”

“I don’t know, Sweetheart,” He growled slightly, “You just look so damn good as my fianceé. I can’t wait to make that makeup run.”

Arousal rushed through you again, practically making you salivate. You managed to separate yourself from him just long enough to get to your knees, hastily undoing the belt to his sleek dress pants, freeing his thick member.

Ian let out a groan as you licked him root to tip before taking the head of his cock in your mouth, smudging your recently reapplied lipstick.

“Fuck you’re good at that,” His hand fell to your hair, pulling the strands away from your face. “I remember we we first got together, you could barely get it in your mouth without gagging.”

You relaxed your throat, inching your way down his cock until your nose pressed to his groin.

“Look at you now.” He praised, “Deepthroating like a champ. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Ian slowly rocked his hips, gently fucking your mouth as you forced yourself to sit on your hands and relinquish control to him. You loved pleasing him, listening to the string of praise falling from his lips as he fucked your throat until tears spilled from your eyes, and arousal was practically pooling on the floor underneath you.

“I need to feel you,” He pulled his cock out with a satisfying pop, helping you up from the floor. Ian stripped off his shoes and pants before ushering you to your bedroom, swiping the boxes off the bed. “Be a good girl, and let me strip you.”

You gave him a grin, turning so he could unzip your dress, letting fall to the floor around your heels.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ian praised, running his hands over the lacy lingerie that he’d picked out for you. Large, warm palms cupped your breast as he kissed your shoulder, taking his time with you. You let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, relaxing into his touch. He undid the clasp to your bra, letting that, too, fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but crotchless panties and heels.

He laid you down on the bed, pulling out the vibrator with a wet pop and tossing it to the side. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as he caressed your pussy.

“So wet already, Sweetheart?” He teased, making you huff.

“You’re the one who teased me the entire dinner,” You spat back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, light glinting off your new ring.

Ian stroked his cock twice before lining the head with your entrance; you let out a breathy sigh as he slid in with ease. As always, his cock filled you to the brim, making you feel pleasurably stretched out. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder as he slowly pumped in and out, taking his time, allowing the pleasure to build in you.

“God, you feel so good.” He praised, reaching over to grab the Hitachi wand sitting on the bedside table, slotting it perfectly between the two of you. Even the lowest setting built a wave of pleasure in you, “I missed this pussy on my tour. Next time, I’m bringing you with me so I can have it every night.”

You rolled your hips up into his, moaning softly. “I’d like that. I love pleasing you.”

His lips met yours again, moving in unison as each thrust pressed the vibrator harder against your clit.

“Ian -“ you whined slightly, wanting more from the vibrator between you.

He turned it up to the next setting, stating his condition, “You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

You nodded helplessly, grinding into the vibrator. Ian picked up his pace, clinging to you like you were the last life preserver on a rocky ocean. Each wave builds that pleasurable pressure within you. A hot coil of arousal burning in the pit of your stomach.

“Ian -“ You moaned, this one like a warning. “Ian, please, I can’t last much longer.”

He gripped your hips as he leaned up straighter, one hand holding the vibrator in place. “Come for me, Y/n, be a good girl and come for your Finacé.”

It was like he pulled the ripcord as your building orgasm released and your entire body spasmed around his cock.

“Good girl.” Ian praised. His name fell from your lips, fragmented by moans as he turned up the vibrator again, fucking you stupid. “Good girls get rewarded.”

It was like you were floating into space as he held the vibrator to your oversensitive clit. Every thought left your mind as you drooled into the pillow, riding out the aftershocks being sent through you. Another orgasm built in your core as he continued to rock into you, washing over you the second it hit its peak, no longer able to maintain control. It was wave after wave of orgasms rolling through your body. It wasn’t until you hit your fourth that Ian’s hips finally stuttered as he spilled his seed deep in your cunt.

He collapsed on the two of you, turning off the vibrator and removing it. His heart pounded in his chest against yours as you regained your breath and your soul returned to your body.

Ian peppered kisses to your cheek as he held you close, both of you exhausted from your romp.

“Good night, future Mrs. Malcolm.” He whispered in your ear as you both drifted off into a very restful night of sleep.

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