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Mel had never been a fan of people touching her. She would always get startled when people randomly touched her, even when she was a little kid. She got less and less startled as she grew up, especially after working in the emergency department, where you were constantly touching people or being touched, especially in traumas; people were everywhere. She grew to be okay with it. Learned to tune it out. She would still get startled when people randomly walked up to her side, or when people patted her on the shoulder unexpectedly.
But then, enter Frank Langdon, and everything changed. She noticed it the first time they touched; she didn’t feel weird or get startled by it. She filed that away into her This is too much to ever think about folder in her brain.
When they started getting closer, she realized how restless he was, how he always had to be moving or fidgeting with something. After he kissed her for the first time (which also took her by surprise. He was walking her up to her apartment, it was dark and cold and rainy, and he refused to let her go alone. When she turned to face him and thank him, the look on his face made her stop. The way he was looking at her reminded her of how Derek looked at Meredith in Grey’s Anatomy, and it made her stomach flip. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, he took a big step towards her and kissed her like it was the only thing he ever wanted. They stood there and kissed for god knows how long before she had to pull back, completely out of breath.) She would always give him her hand, or she would take his hand and trace little stars and hearts on his palm.
Every time they hang out, he always has to be touching her. You would think it would bother her. It bothers her when anyone else touches her, but with him, it’s different. It’s always different with him. When they first slept in the same bed, she had been surprised at his being cuddly with her.
It startled her when she heard the knocking at her front door. She ran to the door, looking at her peephole.
“Frank? Is everything okay?” She opens her door, letting him in, and he says, quite loudly, “I am officially divorced.”
She stared at him, squinting her eyes. “Oh, are we celebrating?”
He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Yes, Melissa, we are celebrating me officially being divorced.” She blushed at him and the sound of her full name on his tongue. “Well, then, I have…” She walked to her fridge and pulled out a container of fruit juice. “I have a lovely container of fruit punch we can split.” She slaps a hand against her thigh, smiling.
“Yeah, that’s the good stuff right there.” She huffed out a laugh, reaching for two glasses. When she turned around to pour the juice, she saw him staring at her with his pupils blown, and she could feel the blush crawl up her neck.
“Oh,” Mel said. He walked over to her, stopping just before her. She inhaled sharply before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He lets out a slight groan that goes straight between her thighs, and she bumps into the counter, causing her to let out a small laugh against his lips. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and helped her onto the counter before kissing her again. His hands softly trace around her thighs, and she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. She swallowed the groan that left his mouth. He gripped her hips, causing her to let out a soft moan. She bucked her hips into his, desperate for any relief.
Their kiss is nothing like their first one. It’s hungry, rough, all tongue and heat. It knocks the breath from her lungs, she’s never been kissed like this in her life.
“Jesus, Mel,” he says against her mouth, pressing his palm against her core. “Is this-”
“God, yes,” she interrupts him, causing him to let out a low laugh.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispers in her ear, softly pushing her shorts and underwear to the side. He lets out a groan when he feels just how wet she is. “You’re not the only one,” she mutters into his neck. “Oh god,” she whines when his fingers circle against her clit. He presses a finger into her, and she arches into him, her fingers digging into his shoulder. He presses another finger into her, the wet and obscene sounds of her, their heavy breathing, the curses muttered under their breath. She grinds her hips into his hand, and he crooks his fingers up, hitting that spot in he, and she bites the heel of her palm to keep quiet.
“That’s it, huh?” He says, teasingly. She groans in agreement.
“Can you give me one right here? Can you do that, Mel? Be my good girl?”
“Jesus,” she cries out, her orgasm hitting her suddenly with full force. He left small kisses all over her face and neck, whispering praises into her ear as she came.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you, let me hear those pretty sounds.” She shut her eyes, tight, gripping onto his wrist. As she comes back to, she kisses him, and he pulls his fingers out of her. She whines at the loss, her cunt clenching around nothing. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and she’s pretty sure she’s about to come again just from that.
‘Bedroom, now,” she says, breathlessly.
He grabs her hand and pulls her into her room. He’s been here so many times she knows he knows her apartment like the back of his hand. She’s pretty sure he knows her apartment more than he knows his own. She walked into her room first, him closely behind. She turned around to face him, and her stomach dropped at how achingly beautiful and wrecked he looked. His hair is messy, and his lips are red and swollen. And she smirks at the thought of her being the reason he looks like that.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says, closing the distance between them. He kisses her again, leading her to her bed. She falls against the bed and giggles when he falls on top of her. His hands wandered under her bra, and she pushed herself up just enough to let him take it off. He got the hint almost immediately and pulled the bra over her head and started kissing down her chest. When he pulled her nipple into his mouth, it sent a shiver throughout her whole body. The way he looked at her with her tits in his mouth, his blown pupils, his hair messy from her running her fingers through it, made her feel actually crazy. She felt like every nerve in her body was being touched, and she felt like he knew her body like the back of his hand.
“Please, Frank, I need more,” she whined.
“I know, Mel.” He stood up long enough to pull his shirt and sweatpants off, then he dropped to his knees and pulled her shorts and underwear down. Then, he pushes her knees apart, and she gasps loudly at the cool air suddenly hitting her cunt.
“God, Mel. You’re soaked,” he whispers against her. She nods, she’s not sure she could even say a coherent sentence right now.
He presses his tongue flat against her clit, and it’s already so much, and he’s barely even started. He sucks her clit into her mouth, and she throws her head back, her hands finding his hair and tugging. He traces little circles around her clit, and she feels like her entire body is fuzzy. And she can feel the heat building in her abdomen. “Oh,” she gasps when he presses two fingers into her, curling just right, hitting that spot inside her that nobody else but him has ever reached. She grinds her hips into his face and her thighs clench around his head.
"Thought about this sweet pussy so much," he says, looking up at her as he licks down her pussy. "The sounds you would make," he increases his pace. "If you would be loud," he sucks a bruise into her inner thigh. "If you would be quiet," she digs her nails into his scalp. “Don’t stop, please,” she begs. “I’m so close,” and she hears him say something along the lines of Come on, baby. Come on my face. She chokes out a sob as her orgasm overtakes her. Her thighs clench around his head, and she’s pretty sure it’s hurting him, but she can’t focus on anything right now because his tongue is still circling her clit.
She pulls his face away from her, and he positions her to lie down fully. He’s on top of her, and he kisses her, and she can taste herself in his mouth, and she thinks that might be the entire reason he’s kissing her right now, to let her taste herself. She puts a hand between them and reaches for his cock, and he gets the hint and meets her hand and lines himself up with her. She moves just enough so that he has room to push himself into her, and Oh my god, she thinks. He presses into her fully, and she gasps at the pressure. He presses his forehead against hers, his eyes on hers, and in that moment, it feels like it's just them in the world. She's not sure how long they look at each other like that, whether it was seconds or hours. He’s so gentle and caring with her; it makes her entire body light up. He presses a delicate kiss onto her lips."Oh, please move,” she says, breaking apart from their kiss.
He begins rocking his hips, and she thinks she honestly might go insane. She moves her hips, desperate for more, and he lets out a low groan in her ear. “You need it bad, don’t you?”
“Please, I need-” and thank god he’s smart because he gets the hint right away, and hitches her leg over his shoulder, and she cries out at the new angle. She digs her nails into his shoulders, mouthing at his neck, letting out soft whimpers in his ear that drive him absolutely crazy. He leans down to kiss her again, swallowing the needy moans leaving her mouth. His hands pin her hips down into the bed, building an almost torturous rhythm.
"I thought about you, too," she says, breathlessly. "How you would feel inside of me," he groans, and she can't help but smirk. "I knew you would feel so good, knew you would--" She gasps, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She can feel her orgasm building, and all she can do is let out throaty moans and sounds she’s sure have never left her mouth before.
“You feel so good,” she cries. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She looks down between them, and she kind of feels hypnotized watching his cock sliding in and out of her.
“Yeah? You like watching me fuck this pretty pussy, don’t you?”
“Frank,” she gasps.
"You feel how deep I am? How perfectly your pussy swallows my cock?" He moans into her mouth, and she gasps, nodding.
"This was what you wanted, wasn't it?" He asks, breathlessly. "You wanted me to fuck you like this? Completely ruin you? Fuck you stupid?"
“I-” she starts, and he slows, causing her to whine, moving her hips, desperate to feel him again. The grip he has on her hips tightens, keeping her from moving an inch. In any other circumstance, with any other person, she thinks she would hate it, how completely and utterly vulnerable she is, but with Frank? She doesn’t care. She loves it, if she’s being honest. Loves how bossy he is, loves how possessive he is over her.
“Answer me, Mel. Was this what you wanted?" he slides a hand down to her clit, barely touching, and she cries out, “Yes, fucking--” she chokes out a sob. His thrusts start faster again, and because she’s pretty sure he wants to ruin her life, he presses his other hand onto her lower stomach, and she completely shatters around him, her cunt gripping his cock so tight he can barely even move. And she honest-to-god screams when he keeps going, chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck,” he groans, and she hears him mutter a curse, his cum spilling inside of her. He moves her hips just enough to make her shudder.
He presses featherlight kisses against her jaw, nipping softly at the spot behind her ear, following down to her neck. It had no reason to be so damn hot to hear him breathing in her ear, to hear the wetness of his kisses. She can see so much of him; she feels a bit insane seeing his neck so close to her. She's always wanted to lick the vein on the side of his neck, and nothing is stopping her now, so she does just that. She knows she should probably not find it as hot as she does, the taste of him, but she does anyway. He inhales sharply, and she can't help but smile.
"I've always wanted to do that," she whispers, tracing her finger on the vein.
"Jesus, Mel," he pulls out of her, and she whines at the loss, and he lets out a low chuckle.
"I'm not done with you yet, baby. Get on your stomach," and who is she not to listen to her attending?
She turns onto her stomach, arching into his touch. His hands go down her side, the touch sending shivers down her spine. He smacks his hand onto her ass, and she jerks at the sensation. He rubs lazily over the sting.
"Frank," she breathes out. "I need you, please-"
"Oh, baby," he teases the head of his cock down her slit. "You've got to use your words." He smacks the tip on her clit, laughing lowly at her moan.
Mel groans. "I need you inside of me, please," she arches into him, trying to get him deeper.
His hand grips her hips. "You're so pretty when you beg, Mel. Do you even know how hot you look right now? So desperate and needy for my cock inside of you again." She trembles at his words, her mouth falling open.
"Frank," her voice cracks. "Please." Her body is shaking, like she'll die if he doesn't fuck her right now.
He finally presses into her, grabbing both of her hips, sinking slowly until he bottoms out.
"Fuck," he groans, thrusting painfully slow. "You're so fucking tight." He pulls her up to his chest, wrapping his arm around her abdomen. She cries out, her back arching into his chest. "Ohmygod," Mel gasps. He kisses her neck, thrusting deeper, hitting that spot inside of her that makes her see stars. "That's it, Mel. You're taking me so good." He fucks into her harder, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix each time. She can hear how wet she is, how wet he makes her. He can feel her cunt flutter around him, and the pure filth of his groans and moans in her ear makes her even wetter. She can feel the slick of her wetness dripping down her thighs, feel his cum spilling out of her.
She digs her nails into the back of his neck, her breath hitching. His lips drag down her neck. Mel tried to conceal her sounds, she didn't want to be too loud, but she quickly gave up on being quiet, because there was no actual way she could be expected to be quiet when Frank Langdon is fucking her so deep and so deep and whispering phrases like You're such a good girl, Mel, I love how wet you are for me, you love being fucked like this don't you? And the one that pushed her so very close to the edge was I knew you would be like this. You pretend to be all innocent and sweet, but the way you're taking my cock and the way you smile every time I brush my fingers along your throat tells me you aren't.
"So--" she chokes out. "So close, oh my god, don't stop--" Tears sprang to her eyes as she got closer and closer.
"I know, baby, I can feel your pussy fluttering around me," he pressed a hand against her lower stomach, and Mel wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Mel was never a religious person, but she thinks she might be, now. "Come for me, Mel, I'm right here," he grunts, and her entire body tightens up, a loud sob leaving her mouth as she comes undone around him, every nerve in her body feels exposed as he fucks her through it, gentler this time, but his pace still brutal. He gives one last sharp thrust and then spills into her. They sort of fall together on the bed, him being on top of her still, and her face in her pillows.
She lets out a tired, surprised giggle after their breathing returns to somewhat normal. He pulls out of her, turning onto his back, and she splays onto his chest. He strokes her hair gently, and she looks up at him and smiles.
"Whoa," she says, through half-lidded eyes.
He snorts. "Yeah, whoa. You okay, though? I know I went pretty rough that second time--" she places a soft kiss on his chin. "It was perfect, I promise. I don't think I will ever be able to walk the same again, and we probably got a noise violation, but that was the best sex of my life. Like, I want to start a religion, it was so good."
He laughs. "A religion for..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow. "My dick?" She smacks his arm softly, blushing.
"Well, kinda, yeah."
He smiles, and tugs her closer to him. "We'll plan it out."