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fem! reader, mdni. 1.6k words. cw: implied ovulating reader so she's really insanely horned up, little bit of everything but it's brief, general filth. gif from pinterest
there's something about frank that made you believe you had very little control over yourself, moments quite similar to how you behave when inebriated. though that was not the case, he just simply had that effect on you, even when totally and utterly sober.
you'd struggle at the best of times to refrain your hands from all near six feet of rugged, hunky handsomeness, but in the week following after your period, you found that to be the most laborious of tasks, one that you'd fail time and time again.
your want for frank had been like an incessant droning in your ear since you were last satiated a mere hour ago, repeating thoughts and visions growing almost agonising. they needed to be acted upon, it's the only way you can quiet the noise. you step out of the bathroom to see frank laid on the bed, dressed in a tank and jeans — you'll never be able to understand how that's even remotely comfy.
he has an arm behind his head, forearm supporting the weight. it's a sight, truly. biceps bulging, hairy underarms exposed. it's just so manly.
you make your way to the dresser near the foot of the bed, towel wrapped tight around you. you pause and look over your shoulder, trying to figure out if he was sleeping or just playing with you.
a slight, soft smile curls on your face when you realise the perfect way to test it — saying his favourite words like many do with their dogs.
"beer… peace and quiet… guns… pussy…" you list, leaving a considerable gap between each as you await a reaction in his face. a faint grin forms and you knew you had him. you step closer and closer, knees knocking at the foot of the bed as you stand over him. "was it the 'pussy' that got you? really?"
he brings his free arm up to join the one behind his head and nods. he holds it there, elevating his eyeline so as to get a full view of you — a clearer image of you slowly ridding your towel.
it drops to the floor, fabric pooling in an off-crescent shape around your feet just moments before you step out of it. you bend a leg and place your knee on the edge of the bed, and then the other, each one supporting you.
slow and controlled, you lean over, placing either hand on the mattress between his thighs. you itch one shoulder forward, head tilting with it as you keep your focus on him — eyes locked on his. his expression has shifted, a change so slight it could be missed. he focuses on you, gaze entranced as it flickers between that devilish curl in your smile and to that tempting darkening in your eyes. each of which something he feels himself involuntarily respond to.
your nipples hide behind the uppers of your arms, tits poking out into view in a way that has his cock twitch beneath his jeans.
you crawl closer, hands planting and lifting from the sheets as you make your way between his thighs, movement most leisured. you pause and lower, head dipping. you press your lips between the slight gap, the one between his tank and belt, and kiss the exposed slither of skin. tongue running over the vein that leads down to his pubic bone. it's light and playful, but really it's a hint.
you push up the bottom hem of his top a little, creating more of a gap. the tip of your nose skims his happy trail while you plant a small litter of kisses just north of where you placed the first, each one lengthening. you lift a hand out from under your own support and place it over the middle of his thigh, palm grazing his jeans as your rise it. you still in motion right at the very upper of his thigh and it's when you reach the outside edge of his crotch, that you pull your face away from his lower stomach.
you peer upwards and meet his eyes, holding onto his intimidatingly eager gaze as you nudge your hand to the side — directing it over the slight chubbing under his jeans. you let the weight of your hand sit there, presence of your touch enough to warrant even more of a hint.
adjusting yourself, you move up frank, though you keep your hand put exactly where it is. you itch up and up, closer and closer until you're near enough within the same breathing space. you tease him with a kiss, lips barely grazing his as you in turn slip your hand past the waistband of both his jeans and boxers. your fingers extend outwards as you push more of your hand inside, fingertips brushing past his pubes.
he's firmed up nicely, cock responding to your very minimal touch — so much so that you fail to hide your smile that you grace against his lips with. you didn't think he'd have it in him for another round.
"think it's funny?" he husks, words low as he speaks them into your mouth.
you skim the upper of his cock, fingers skirting around the base of him. you run a finger up the length of what you can reach within this restricted circumstance and give him a little smile, a small shrug accompanying it.
"a bit."
"I don't," he mutters, clearly finding no amusement in being teased like this. he nods down, gesturing with his eyes to his jeans — to where your hand lays. "undo 'em."
you pull your hand out from beneath his jeans and boxers and peer back to look at what you're doing, keen on using your eyes if you're already going to be undoing him with one hand.
he tuts and brings an arm out from behind his head. he places his thumb one side of your chin, first two fingers on the other, and twists you back to face him — making you look him in the eye.
frank's grip drops from your chin and slides down the length of your throat, palm settling comfortably as he holds you in place. you begin to fiddle with his belt and jean buttons, struggling most definitely. with as much dexterity as you obtain, you finally unlock his belt with a singular hand and guide his cock out between the gap you've made.
you bring your hand up between either of your faces and spit into the centre of it, right where your palm and fingers connect. carefully, without losing any, you reach back down to his dick and smear your spit all up the length of him — simultaneously lubing and working him up at the same time.
frank's hold on your throat tightens as he brings you in, lips seemingly eager to meet your own. he keeps you in place, kisses devolving from something quick and rushed into something slow and slopping as you in turn begin to jerk him off.
he retracts his other arm out from behind his head and places his now free hand on the side of your tit, fingers pawing and grabbing at your squishy flesh with as much as he can grab a hold of.
the kisses reduce next to nothing and he pulls you away slightly, the absence of his tongue in your mouth a reminder to the twitching in your now stilled hand.
you didn't have to ask for what you want when you were like this, frank would let you have it, take what you wanted without a question about it. you shimmy yourself from him and crawl backwards essentially. you situate yourself over his groin, bare cheeks of your ass planted over the tops of his covered thighs.
reaching down, you wrap either hand around his cock, one stacked on top of the other. lining up with the head of his cock, you spit down onto him — thick bead of saliva rippling off the tip of him and down to your hands. you rub it in, polishing your spit over the crown of him as you in turn lift yourself and align your pussy with him.
you nudge the head of his dick at your cunt, tip tapping at your clit under your own control. holding him in place, you lower down onto him; sinking onto his cock. you're slow, motion leisured as you stuff him all inside you.
you pause and take a breath, so full of his cock that your eyes flutter and lips part. you didn't need to prep yourself, you didn't need to touch yourself beforehand — this was all you needed, just his dick. you sit on him fully and place either hand on his chest for your own support, fingers spread wide across the beefiness.
frank's knees bend behind you, each one raising so as to nudge your body forward. with your body taking his involuntary hint, you close the gap slightly, face no more than half a foots distance from his.
you adjust your support and place either hand flat on the pillow that's under his head, each one wobbly as you wind your hips — itching him out only to take him in again. frank's roughened hands glides down your sides, movement unrushed as he slides each into a firm, tight hold on your hips.
he doesn't direct your winds, his grasp simply there for his own need.
your nipples graze his chest as you begin to form a very slight and inconsistent rhythm, your grinding hips taking him over and over and over again.
you can't stop starring at his pretty inked neck. watching the intricate details of the gracious black and red ink twirl along the sides of his throat, meeting just close enough into the middle of his jugular. you wanted to kiss the gorgeous art that trailed along his skin, you wanted to caress and trace over every detail with the pad of your finger. and sometimes, you wanted to just simply wrangle both of your hands around his pretty throat, just to "shake" some sense into the infuriating blonde.
then he looks at you, catches you starring at him and grins like a cheeky fuckass.
"what? got something on my face you want to get, doll? preferably with your lips?" he would imply, while waving his brows at you suggestively.
...yeah. you just really wanted to wrap both of your hands firmly around his throat.
💜🧡| 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙪𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 |💜🧡
Worlds apart but he's still gonna try to steal that hat.
Art of the young Avatar Wan and myself, themed around the experiences of when I was first introduced to him at a similar age. It was really nostalgic to look back on, and well overdue to represent!
I felt connected to him right from the start. Maybe he's not technically supposed to be "special" here, but he still was immensely so to me. Who he was holds power in and of itself.
🎨|| Shalxn
