- "Ribbon ’round my neck and it’s cherry-colored"
cw: Leathermøuth! Frank x f reader, they are MARRIEDD YAY, very mild dddne, mild choking, power imbalance, male sub n fem dom, breeding kink, use of cigarrettes, pet names, lots of cursing, pWITHOUTp, masturbation, mentions of grinding, Frank's a little doggy awwee. Title is from "White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter" by Lana
A single drop of cold sweat ran down his cheek, over his rough stubble, a delirious gaze in his hazel eyes, softly lit by the sunset.
"I don't know how much you can take, it's not like I'm not scared..."
Your own narrowed eyes tried to check on his expression, the one of passion and pain, the perfect shape of his lips formed to let out those heavy breaths that grazed an animalistic tone.
"But I'm asking it so nicely... I swear I'm okay..." nails perfectly manicured in beige to contrast with the scratches ever so faintly below his jawline, feeling his erratic pulse. Those always soft hands of yours were now around his neck, gripping it tenderly. Frank had a huge fixation on how you took care of your hands, buying you new latex gloves every week to do the dishes and keep that nail polish intact and keep your wedding band far from rusting. Iero was on his knees, feeling the old wood almost creak with every change of weight above it.
An almost possessed, mumbled sounds left his pretty but chapped lips—who would have guessed that the gas station attendant, who at night performed at scruffy bars in a band no one knew why they sounded so good, was into this. "C'mon... you can do better, can you? Grip it, please?" He looked so out of breath, his tongue almost lolled up to excite you. He had tried (and did so badly) to tie up his own hands behind his back, to restrain himself. Horrible work because he wasn't bearing the fact of seeing you above him without humping into the air like a bitch in heat and grabbing your hips to grind against your heels.
"You look pretty like this, sweetheart..." Your lips had parted to praise him; your other hand caressed his short, slightly sweaty hair. The comment made a pout appear on his lips, "...Do you think I'm pretty? Good enough for you?... mhm?" He whispered, observing how you bent your knees to meet his gaze for a few seconds, then your lips found the tip of his nose and pressed a peck on it. "More than enough, such a pretty dummy..." That was enough to elicit a gasp. His mouth searching yours, almost blinded by pleasure. Teeth clashing and tongues out, getting tangled and moistening their chins.
You tried to kneel too, face to face, to kiss him better and deeper, but he stopped you, backing up not even an inch. "Nononono, doon't..." Voice so soft that it felt like silk being attached and stretched by wood. His jeans looked painfully tight. How lovely and well-behaved, submission at its best.
"You're behaving so well for me, Frank... I want to just put you on a pretty leash and take you out for a walk. That would be pretty degrading, but I guess your silly and perverted brain would be so clouded by just the idea... I have to be sweet to my husband..."
"So do I need to be bad? I'll be sososo bad so you can spit in my mouth and slap me hard...? Do I? Shhhould I?.."
"No need to misbehave... You asked nicely, you always do..." You turned to his back, untying the mess of threads he had wrapped around his wrists, and he tilted his head as if it was the saddest thing that could have happened to him. Then your hands slid down his back, feeling his leather belt securing his jeans.
"Unbuckle this, honey?" Your voice cooed, giving him such an easy instruction. His hands were so shaky and dumb that it took almost a minute to unbuckle it and leave it on the floor; the thud of the metal against the floor made him flinch. You had never seen him so vulnerable, even in that mindset. Your nails grazed his clothed thighs as they reached over the waistband of those almost painfully tight jeans. Proceeding, a button popped open, ignoring the hardness inside his underwear. Then followed the zipper, sliding down as Iero looked at your face, a concentrated expression on it, which made him giggle lightly.
"What's so funny? I'm doing my best... Thought you liked the teasing." You argued, and he slid his hand to your cheek, cupping it softly to meet his gaze. Eyes still glossy, lips puffy, but a warm grin on his lips that screamed how in love that man was, head over heels, or maybe head over boots.
"Pathetic, stop that gaze... Give me that hand." He nodded excitedly as he rolled his eyes, finally glad you ordered him to do something, offering it lightly. You thought your actions once... twice, and then the third time, you actually decided to act; it couldn't be that wrong, but it would definitely be a little gross. Subsequently, you hollowed your cheeks, collecting saliva on top of your tongue for a few seconds until you felt the roughness of your own dry tongue against your palate, enough. Soft lips pressed the palm of his hand, calluses rubbing your chin, a quick peck, opening your lips to let a fleeting splatter of spit impact his palm.
Without time to waste, you palmed Frank's thigh to command, "Lift your hips; I'll do this part of the job..." He obviously acted quickly, helping you take off his denim, nails clawing at his hips as you slid down every piece of fabric covering his privates. As soon as it reached mid-thigh, you stopped, appreciating the way he looked so blissful after his erection had softly slapped his tummy, covered by the thin layer of a cotton shirt. It felt like a lot and also like nothing. A stench of sweat and musk hit the air like a strange but also enjoyable fragrance provided by his bush of pubes and the humidity of arousal. Every vein seemed to pulse with his own rhythm, like the vibration of an old stereo on a rock ’n’ roll night. The sight was so enjoyable, almost natural. Your fingers reached for the table next to the couch, taking a cigarette box and a lighter. The cigar you took was then placed between your lips, your other hand holding a lighter that was on its last days of functionality. You swung it over his face, bending your knees to meet those hazel eyes you loved and desired your kids to have.
"Light it up for me." Obviously, he did. He took the lighter from your hand and rolled the wheel, evoking a spark that made the tip of the cigarette shine orange like a tiger’s eye. The warmth setting in your chest left faster than expected, bringing you back to reality as you saw the lascivious look on his face—he was so impatient for relief. "Go on, enjoy yourself, honey..." Frank looked up at you, raw and fervent, his hand wrapping around his member, spreading your spit over it, feeling like a balm that eased the roughness of his calloused digits hurting him. You took a drag of the nicotine-filled roll. The nasty sound of needy sighs was even hotter than the sensation that the fumes left on your body.
"Baby... wish this was your hand. You look so... gooood... I... really need to breed you later... You'll be such a good mom, gonna look soo pretty, and our kids are going t'be bullied because their mom's such'a milf... oh fuuuckffuuck..." His words had such an impact on you; you could feel the dampness between your legs and the urge to squeeze your thighs. Bending again, you allowed the smoke to leave and let the heated smoke caress Iero's cock.
"Hahhh... mama, I'll be the best for you... I just need you with me... fuck’s sake, ohhmyy... fuckin'shhiiiit," he just grunted like a lunatic as he fucked his fist slowly, his pretty face contorting from the stimulation. Watching you smoke made him so excited. You were for him the most divine being on earth, sensual without even trying. You held so much power over him without even knowing. A small bead of translucent liquid formed on the tipped of his cock. "You're almost there already? You've never been so quick... Look at that pretty face..."
Another drag; you exhaled once more but now you grabbed his face to kiss him, hands securing around his spiky short hair. The fumes transited between mouths, wheezy mumbles of praise as he tried to kiss you back. His brain felt like it was turned off, an erotic maniac as he felt you devouring his mouth and the nicotine sliding down his throat. You parted to see how he circled small figures around his tip, smearing the pre-cum over his dick, murmuring your name as a praise to a god, pleading for enlightement in a sacred release. You tried to kneel or get lower, having a frontal view of this spectacular show of erotiscicim.
The cigarrette between you lips, tip grey with furious orange that gave the impression of magma. Wreaths of smoke soon curled around his cock, getting it warmth and heartening speed in his ministrations. "Go on, cum... beep!" You teased, poking softly the tip of his dick like it was a red button, loud whines erupted from Iero's mouth as the orgasm reached over him, spurting ropes of semen over his dry hand and lower curls. Frank chuckles hanged in the air as he tried go steal his breath from the arousal's hands, his head resting against the thin cushion of the couch.
"Fuckin' embarassing... your fault though..." You just chuckled at his nasty comments after such and orgasm he just had thanks to your mere prescence. "C'mooon get clean and dressed, honey. Your friend... umm, was it Ray? he called and he wanted us t'go y'know... the canteen he likes aand at 7pm."
"Ohhhh fuuck... get dolled up f'me yeahh? need them t'see how pretty my girl is... godimsooolucky..."
A/N: Firts fic ever posted!! pls lemme know ur thoughts on this so i can get better at this, still new oof. Anyways, thank yeww so much for reading XO
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