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Bernthirst TV Tribute 2024
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2024-11-29
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Don't call me daddy

Summary:

Frank doesn't like to be called daddy.

Notes:

This is just a fun drabble and isn't meant to be a hit against actual daddy kink. It's just my own preference and I wanted to have some fun with it.

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After spending the evening at the bar with a few friends that included Curtis and Karen, you and Frank decided to call it a night and head back home. You slowly made your way through the crowded establishment, with Frank walking in front of you, his hand holding on to yours. Once at the door, Frank pushed it open and was about to walk ahead with you in tow, when a group of other people chose that exact moment to enter. Someone collided with Frank, who let go of you to grab for the person’s shoulders and stop them from falling over. 

You watched as Frank pulled a young man up, only for him to land against Frank’s chest with a sound of surprise, as Frank had clearly used more strength than necessary. The man, almost a head shorter than Frank, looked up into Frank’s face with an awed expression while his hands spanned over Frank’s chest. His lips slowly pulled up into a seductive smile as he patted Frank’s chest with glee. 

“Well, hello, Daddy… Thanks for the catch,” the young man crooned with a flirty smirk, clearly already a bit drunk. 

Your eyes widened comically at the unexpected words, and watched on as Frank stared down at the man with an expression of complete bewilderment, his hands still gripping the guy’s shoulders. 

“I — uh,” Frank stammered, his face turning slightly red in the light of the streetlamps, and finally let go of the man to step closer to you. “No problem. T’was my fault anyway.” 

“Oh, no, it was my pleasure… Trust me.” 

The young man patted Frank’s chest again with a slow and appreciative once over, before looking at you with a sly grin. 

“Aren’t you one lucky duck,” he said with a wink and a quick glance at Frank again, before he pulled his friends along and vanished inside the bar. 

As soon as the door had closed, you burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaning against Frank’s side as you laughed. “Well, I think you got a new fan, daddy.”

Frank groaned and playfully pushed at you when you kept laughing. “Don’t you start with that.”

The thing was that if there was one thing that Frank didn’t like, it was to be called ‘daddy’ in a sexual context. It wasn’t your kink either, however hearing someone call Frank that with such a thick layer of seduction and seeing Frank’s reaction to it was the most hilarious thing you had seen in a while. 

Seeing that you were still giggling, Frank rolled his eyes with a smile and pulled you along to return to your apartment, which was only a couple of blocks away.

“D’you think he would have wanted you to spank him?” you asked with a chuckle when you arrived at the apartment building. 

Frank groaned again and shook his head, punching in the digital code to the building before he walked through the lobby and towards the elevator. “Don’t.”

“Oh come on… He was cute, right? He-” Frank covered your mouth with a sigh of exasperation as you rode up to the third floor. 

“You’re the worst,” he stated pointedly, as he let go of you and found you grinning at him. 

“But daddy, what if-”

“Oh, for the love of-” Frank stomped out of the elevator with a huff as soon as it opened and made for the apartment door, while you laughed behind him. 

Once he’d unlocked the door and walked into the apartment, Frank shot you a dirty look as you grinned at him sweetly while you removed your coats. 

“Stop it,” he warned, pointing at you while heading towards the kitchen.

“Will you spank me if I keep going… Daddy ?” You batted your eyelashes in an exaggerated coquettish manner and joined him with wild movements of your hips. 

Frank’s jaw worked as he stared at you flatly before he seemed to come to a decision. 

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” He loomed into your space with determination. “You want daddy to-” then he suddenly cut off with a grimace and turned away, throwing his hands in the air. “Nope, nope, I can’t… Just no.” 

You let yourself fall on to one of the kitchen chairs as you laughed hysterically, unable to hold yourself up anymore at Frank’s try — and fail — to get back at you. Tears were running down your face, as you held your belly, which was almost beginning to hurt from laughing so hard, while Frank muttered under his breath as he vanished into the bedroom.