How far could I go with you? (Mafia! Frank x reader)

Boyfriend Senses

I wandered the city aimlessly, realising how ugly it was up close. I had never really been in the city, mainly because I had only left my house for the first time at sixteen to work. I only went to work and my home. Frank didn't want me to go to the city because "it was dangerous for a beautiful lady like me". I thought about calling Frank, but he didn't have a phone. He would only call me on pay phones or disposable ones he'd discard after a week. I knew, however that Frank would notice I'm not home soon and call me.
Like some sort of wizard, he suddenly called me.
'(Y/n)? Where- are you crying? Belle are you okay?' Frank desperately asked, hearing my sniffles.
'Please come get me...I-I'm in the city...Hyde Street.'

He arrived quickly, helping me into his car. As he began driving me to his house, he spoke.
'Who did this? What happened?'
'M-My dad...he threatened to kill me an...and he choked me and he punched me. I-I just wanted to live and I...I couldn't I just...' I placed my hands over my eyes which were spilling tears rapidly.
'Who is your dad?'
'(Whatever name).' Frank suddenly tensed, as though the name rung a bell in his head. 'Do you know him?'
'Not exactly, no...'

Frank pulled into his driveway and once he stopped the car, he began to mumble words. '(Y/n), would you ever forgive him? Do you still love him now that he's hurt you like this?' Frank gazed at me as I wiped more tears from my eyes.
'I wish he was dead...'
'Do you really mean that?'
'Yes.'

Frank led me into his well furnished house and sat me on the couch before closing and locking his door for safety.
'Now then, what makes you happier, tea or hot chocolate? Marshmallows are available for both options.' Frank is joked before stepping into the kitchen.
'Hot chocolate please. No marshmallows.'
'Would you like smooches with that?'
'Yes, I would love smooches.'

I was straddled on Franks lap comfortably, kissing his lips gently whilst he pet my head. Even as I nibbled his bottom lip just how he liked it, his mind was elsewhere. It irked me that I was trying to please him and he didn't even look at me. I whined, running my hand down his torso and to his crotch just to get his attention. Frank suddenly groaned and let his head fall back, exposing his neck.
'Frankie, pay attention to me...' I groped him through his pants and leaned forward, licking a stripe across his neck. He let out a deep moan before saying anything.
'Belle, you always know how to please me but you're in pain. I could never...' I ignored his words and ran my tongue over his collar bone before gently sucking on the skin. I grazed my teeth over the area, causing Frank to exhale loudly.
'I love hearing you moan though...' I whined, gently grinding myself onto Frank. He just let me do what I wanted to him, whether it was inappropriate or not. I sucked on his collar until I could feel the metallic taste of blood on my tongue. I pulled away and stared at the hickey I left on my beautiful Frankie.
'I wanna focus on you...' Frank mumbled, lifting his hand and suddenly pressing his thumb to my clit which was still covered by my underwear and pants. I yelped as Franks hand slid inside my pants but still outside of my underwear.
'Close your eyes, belle. I want you to focus only on my fingers.' Frank muttered. I did as he said and shut my eyes. I felt his hand slide under my underwear and feel my wetness, quietly taking in how I felt before slipping two fingers inside of me. I softly exhaled, only being able to focus on the warmth emanating from Franks hand. He retracted for fingers for a split second before immediately thrusting them back in. He was slow and gentle just for me. I couldn't help but let some drool slip down the corner of my lips. I couldn't describe it, I had never done anything like that with Frank before. He was amazing, his two fingers massaging my g-spot delicately. I withered above him, beginning to feel my breathing become more erratic. I felt a build up in my stomach that was slow but it certainly was there. I was overly sensitive thanks to my eyes being closed. All I could focus on was the feeling of his fingers fucking me like I was everything he ever wanted. The feeling in my stomach began to grow as his fingers sped up, even reaching places I didn't know existed. My whole body began to shake as I moaned loudly, the pit in my stomach bursting and showering me with a wave of pleasure. Frank slid his fingers out of me and wiped my cum on his pants. I panted heavily as he spoke.
'You're so gorgeous.' Frank mumbled at me whilst I panted heavily on his lap. I didn't realise that I had clawed his shirt to the point where there were bits of fabric under my fingernails.
'S-Shush up. You tell me all the time.' I finally caught my breath before Frank placed his hand on my bum, lifting me. I had my legs still firmly wrapped around him along with my head still buried in his neck. I listened to both of our heartbeats and for obvious reasons, mine was wild and more erratic.
'How would you feel about sleeping in my bed for once?' Frank offered, pushing his bedroom door open.
'Only if you're with me...'
'I'm sorry, belle, I have business to take care of. I promise you I'll be back before the sun rises.' Frank laid me down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. 'If I'm not, you can do whatever you want 'till I come back.'

I began to feel woozy from how long I had been waiting. I didn't want to fall asleep without Frank but it seemed so tempting. It was past 11:00pm and I was beginning to think he was out doing something illegal. What business could someone have at one hour to midnight?
I sighed to myself, deciding to get up and go into the kitchen.
As I walked in, I wondered if Frank had any ice cream. It had been too long since I had eaten any real dairy and though I wasn't that hungry, I was feeling rebellious. I opened the freezer, suddenly feeling a wave of cold air attack my skin. I fished through all the frozen vegetables and vodka to find two things. A tub of ice cream, and a gun. I reached my hand into the back of the freezer and picked up the cold metal, unsure of what to think. I wasn't frightened, I had seen guns before. All my dads employees (besides me) were armed with a fully functional pistol in case someone tried to rob us. I didn't really think too much, only, why was it in the freezer?
'Belle, I'm home. Are you still awake?' I heard Frank call from the lounge room.
'Yeah. But, I have a question.' I spoke as Frank followed my voice to the kitchen and froze. 'Why's there a gun in the freezer?'
'Ice cream needs protection, what can I say?' Frank snickered awkwardly. I couldn't help but laugh myself, really.
'Very funny, Frankie. But, really, why do you have a gun?'
'Safety.'
'That's fine, as long as you're not killing anyone.' I joked.
'Of course not! Why would I kill someone?'
'Because you're a fucking psycho.'
'Hey, no swearing. It's impolite. Now then, you were looking for ice cream weren't you belle?' Frank guessed. That's the moment I noticed Frank holding a plastic bag and that he was wearing a completely different set of clothes.
'Yeah, actually...sorry for swearing Frankie. How did you know I wanted ice cream?'
'My boyfriend sense was tingling.'