paring: leathermouth!frank x f!reader
tags :: slight smut, abusive relationship, hair pulling, choking, bruising, usage of belt, bodily fluids, vomit play, jerking off, narcissism (?), frank switches up basically
a/n: the title is based on the hole song and it’s not really that smutty in my opinion but enjoy the vomit play
All alone in franks apartment, you were feeling lonely, but strangely good too. The night started out rough, you trace the bruises on your skin with your fingertips, thinking about what he did yesterday.
Frank got mad again over something so stupid, while you two were at a club, a guy accidentally bumped into you and you unconsciously put your hand on his shoulder and accepted his apology, harmless, right?
In his eyes, that was the equivalent to you fucking him right in front of you, he watched you two from the bar and his hand tightened around the glassware, putting so much strain on it to the point it almost shattered in his hand.
He didn’t say anything to you while you were in the club together, but he kept shooting glances at you. It was frightening, his eyes were red and full of anger. You knew you were in trouble when you two get home from the club.
The thought of him yelling at you again sent shivers throughout your body, you were afraid of him getting loud again.
After the club, he yanked you to the car and shoved you in the passenger seat, the car door slammed shut. The slam made you jump in your seat, he got in the car and slammed the door closed again. “Why the fuck are you touching another man, do you want attention from other men or what?” His tone was aggressive and it made you flinch.
Looking away, you shook your head and stared down at your thighs, you felt his intense stare burning into your skin.
“N-no he just bumped into me.. I don’t know why I did that, Im sorry..” You quietly answered, your throat feeling tight as tears threaten to fall, but you held it back.
He started the car and drove home, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, occasionally shooting glances at you. You were gnawing on your bottom lip, overthinking everything.
The two of you arrived home shortly after, he unlocked the door with shaking hands and went in, you followed him into the room. You stood there frozen as he brawls, hitting his fist against the wall, his knuckles bled and slowly started bruising.
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” He said as he yanked you by your hair, dragging you into his bedroom. With a shaking voice, you apologized to him over and over again, tears rolling down your cheeks.
He pushed you down on the ground and shut the door behind him, slowly taking his belt off. You tried standing up but he kicked you down, giving you a warning look. His leather belt came off and he struck you with it multiple times.
You cried out in pain as the sharp pain overwhelmed your body, curling up into a ball. Looking at your tear-streaked face and hearing how broken you sounded, he got hard and wanted release.
“Get up.” His voice was clear and cold as ice. You slowly stood up, your body aching even more with each movement. You stood there shaking, finally getting the courage to look at him.
His pupils were blown, so dilated you only could see black. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he walked closer, out of fear you took a step back. “Stay where you are, slut.” He commanded.
With each step he took, your body was shaking even more, your heart skipped a beat as he caressed your precious face that’s been riddled with tears. His lips hovered against yours, he pressed a gentle peck on your lips before roughly grabbing your hair by the roots and yanking your head back.
A gasp escaped your mouth, he kissed you everywhere on your neck and collarbone, making sure to leave bruises with each harsh suck. The anticipation was killing the both of you, without much thinking, he pushed you on the bed, your back hitting the mattress.
He climbed on top of you, straddling your thighs. Slowly, he took your clothes off, making sure to take his time. You didn’t have the patience to wait so you took your shirt and bra off, hissing at the pain.
You were only left with your underwear on, he took his time staring down at your bruised and sore body, his fingertips gliding over each bruise. It made your body jerk every time he put pressure on your bruises, the pain caused you to start sobbing.
“Shh, I’m sorry, fuck- I’ll make you feel so good, yeah?” He kissed every single bruise he left on your body. “Frankie.. it hurts..” You choked on a sob as you said that, his heart sank, seeing you this vulnerable and so anguished. “I’ll make your body forget the pain, okay? Just- trust me.”.
You nodded, he put his index and middle fingers up to your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. Your mouth opened slightly and he slid his fingers in there, you sucked and swirled your tongue around his fingers, maintaining eye contact with him.
He was palming himself through his pants, slipping his fingers deeper into your mouth. You gagged around him, your throat contracted and you held his calloused hand with your delicate hands. “Fuck.. let it out baby, let me see you throw up around my hands..” His cock was out, he was fisting it harshly.
You let out a loud moan, feeling the vomit traveling up your esophagus. Moments later you did throw up on his hands and all over yourself. He came onto your thigh at the sight of you all filthy and covered in your own bodily fluids.
His tongue greedily licked up your vomit, kissing you in the process. You felt disgustingly more turned on, but you knew that the time was up.
He helped you sit upright, and pressed a kiss on your forehead, your head was spinning. He helped you to the shower and cleaned up the bed. After you were done showering, he helped you dress and laid down next to you, apologizing for his actions.
It didn’t make you feel that much better about it, but you forgave him, like always. The room filled up with silence and the sound of him snoring, you replayed everything that has happened tonight. Eventually, you were able to sleep.