A New Dawn
summary : after months of begging, y/n finally decides to gift franklin what he’s been wanting on christmas
characters : black male reader x franklin saint
note : this is following my last two franklin fics, so keep that in mind.
warnings : porn with a little plot, swearing, bottom reader, top franklin, unprotected sex, rough sex, first time bottoming, implied oral, franklin has a big dick, pet names, one use of the word daddy, playful banter during sex, creaming, choking, fluff, creampie, multiple positions, submissive-ish reader, dominant franklin, descriptions of pain, think that’s it idk
Nobody on this earth could ever say they had Y/N scared.
Ask around the streets of LA, and everyone would agree that Y/N was one of the most composed men to ever walk this earth. He could be staring the devil himself in the face and never falter, not even for a split second.
That was the art of standing ten does behind everything he did, chest up puffed with confidence oozing from him at all times. Sure, it was a like inflated for appearances, but he could safely say most of it was real.
Yet, that was all about to change.
The sight before his eyes was something he never could’ve imagined. The thought has crossed his mind in passing a few times, and the couple had discussed this happening more times than he could. Though he didn’t think Franklin’s fantasy would ever reach fruition.
Franklin’s calloused hands caressing the skin on Y/N’s thighs, prying his legs open to expose him fully to his hungry eyes. Y/N was blushing, actually blushing like he was some school girl in the movie. It was a relax to the and cover himself to maintain some modesty, but Franklin caught his wrists and pinned them to his side with ease.
Y/N could’ve fought him off easily, but he knew that was wrong to do. All the times he had pinned Franklin to the bed, all the times he used him in sinful ways that earned him a top spot in Hell. He’d be a hypocrite to try and resist. Plus, he agreed to this. After months of begging, he had finally caved in and decided to fully give himself to Franklin. That could’ve been done if he was hogging an entire side of his body to himself.
But this didn’t feel right. Well, it did. He wouldn’t be doing this if it didn’t feel like the most right thing in the world. Anything with Franklin felt natural, as if his body was made for him.
So, no, he could never truly think that anything with the man he’s known since childhood could ever be wrong. But this— having the roles reversed for the first time ever in their relationship— didn’t feel right. It was foreign, a scary reality that twisted his insides.
Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, watching as Franklin replicated all the things Y/N did to him only the other day. What was he supposed to do? There wasn’t any rulebook how to take dick. Maybe if there was, Y/N would feel more at ease. Instead, he laid still on his back, staring down at the man kissing along his v-line.
“Take a deep breath.”
Franklin’s words were soft, full of reassurance and warmth as it often was. Not only because waking his mom was the last thing he wanted to do in the moment, but because he wanted— needed— Y/N to be as relaxed as possible. This wouldn’t be the magical moment he wanted it would be if the both of them weren’t fully enjoying themselves.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, drawing circles on the inside of Y/N’s thigh. “I’m not going to just ram it in, unlike—“
“Unlike me,” Y/N scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m rough. Don’t act like that’s not what you like.”
Y/N hissed when Franklin smacked his ass roughly, gripping the meat in his large hands. “Fix that attitude before I fix it for you.”
Did this nigga really just spank him? Is that what that was? Y/N couldn’t believe it, shaking his head in disbelief as he glared at Franklin. If only looks could kill. Who did Franklin think he was? Just because he was allowing himself to be vulnerable, only minutes away from getting his ass played in, didn’t mean he suddenly became docile.
“Don’t do that again, bitch,” Y/N warned him.
“Or what?” Franklin slapped his ass, even harder this time. Y/N gritted his teeth, the stinging sensation lasting for much longer than ye expected. “You not in control tonight, nigga. Aight? No more shot callin’,” Franklin told him.
“Never agreed to that,” Y/N scored, rolling his eyes. “I just said you could fuck me. That’s it. That’s all. You ain’t my daddy, bitch.”
“That’s exactly what I am,” Franklin reminded him. “Who got you on your back with your legs spread, huh?”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head as he thought about just how right he was. There was no one in the world he’d even think about letting fuck him. Only Franklin could do that. Ye was the only one who could even get access to this his body. If he wanted to, Y/N would let him do it for the rest of their lives. However he could be close to him, he’d take it. That’s how much he was head first into his devotion for man.
But he couldn’t act like the head over heels, love sick nigga he was. You know, for appearances and all.
“Can you just get a move on? I got business to handle tomorrow.”
Franklin smiled cockily. “Just had to talk my shit first.”
Franklin lifted his legs onto his shoulders, shuffling forward in between his spread legs. Y/N watched him intently, the knot in his gut only tightening as he anticipated the moment Franklin made the point of no return.
First he reached down, grabbing ahold of his glistening dick. Y/N wasn’t a fool. While he always maintained on top when they were actually fucking, Y/N had no problem sucking a dick if he had to. Especially when Franklin was just as well endowed as he was. No nigga would let a dick that big go unappreciated, no matter how dominant he thought he was.
He sucked dick like his life depended on it, enough to make his jaw hurt, using as much spit as his mouth could produce so that it would hurt less when going in. After all, he was a top through and through. He knew what a bottom needed to feel good.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he felt Franklin’s bulging tip press against his hole, the tingling sensation causing the both of them shiver. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact, ready to beg God for mercy on his poor hole that was about to feel pain like no other. At least for the first few minutes.
Yet, nothing happened.
Y/N cracked one eye open, furrowing his brows Franklin just sitting there in between his legs, staring down at the point of contact. “The fuck you waiting for?”
Franklin shrugged, a sheepish smile toying on his lips. “Just appreciating the moment.”
“Aw, baby.”
Y/N pouted his lips, reaching out to grab Franklin’s hand. His guard dropped just for the moment, appreciating how lucky he was to have a sweet and attentive man be the one in between his legs.
“I love you more than words can even describe,” he said, squeezing Franklin’s said. “But can you, like, chill with all that sentimen—ohmyfuckingGod.”
Y/N’s eyes shot open, a guttural groan falling from his lips as his hole was stretched open so suddenly. Franklin slid only the tip inside, watching in amusement as Y/N writhed uncomfortably at even the smallest of intrusions.
Y/N sat up, which was the wrong move to make, as that only slid Franklin’s massive dick into his hole even more. A whimper fell from his lips as he felt Franklin even deeper. A fucking whimper. God, if he would’ve went back and time and told his old self that future him would be taking dick up the ass, he was sure the past him would shoot him point blank.
But here he was, a whimpering mess as he grabbed ahold of Franklin, squeezing the living shit out of him as the pain spread all over his body.
His body tensed up without a doubt, eliciting a groan from Franklin as the walls of your hole squeezed around him like a vice. Y/N couldn’t believe that he was actually finding pleasure this.
This wasn’t right. Franklin needed to stop right fucking now. He wanted to beat his ass right then and there for causing him so much pain that he couldn’t think straight. How was this something Franklin enjoyed to do every damn day, sometimes for hours on end.
It felt like he was taking a shit in reverse. Something he never thought sounded appealing when Franklin described it like that.
“Shhh. You good.” Franklin caressed his back, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “It’s all good, baby. I promise. It’s just the tip.”
“That’s a big ass tip!” Y/N grunted.
He covered his mouth, realizing the mistake of his outburst. The walls may not have been thin, but the house was small and sound sure could travel far if it wanted to.
This was not a position he wanted anyone— least of all Ms. Cissy— to catch him in. He’d lost all street cred if anyone saw him running from a challenge. Even if the challenge was taking a girthy 10 inch dick in his hole for the first time.
Y/N dug his nails deep into Franklin’s chin as his hole was stretched even more. “Shit, shit, shit. Oh my God, nigga,” he groaned. “How the you be taking my shit every time?”
“Cause my momma ain’t raise no bitch.”
Each inch pushing into Y/N brought a new level of pain. He damn near passed out as Franklin’s dick split his hole open. He fell back, back arching off of the bed as his chest rose and fell rapidly. A thin layer of sweat started to collect at his hairline, his body’s temperature at an all time high as Franklin made it to the halfway mark.
Y/N didn’t want to cry. He really didn’t want to. He didn’t want Franklin to even get an inkling that he wasn’t enjoying this at all. Not when he wanted Franklin to fulfill his fantasy in every way he knew how. But he couldn’t help at the tears slid cheek, staining the plaid sheets beneath him.
“Baby, please,” Y/N whimpered, shaking his head. “This is too much. It hurts.”
Franklin pressed their chests together, shutting his boyfriend up with a kiss. Y/N could dig it. As Franklin bottomed out, his broken cries were swallowed. Franklin took full control of the situation, devouring Y/N’s mouth with an insatiable hunger. He squeezed Y/N’s ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he kneaded the meaty flesh.
While he couldn’t ignore the guilt he felt for being the cause of his boyfriend’s pain, he also couldn’t ignore just how good he was feeling in the moment. He couldn’t have imagined Y/N was this tight. His hole was gripping his meat in a chokehold, squeezing him so tightly that Franklin damn near nutted as soon as he pushed inside.
“I love you,” Franklin said in between kisses. He moved from Y/N’s lips to along his jawline, sucking gently.
“I love you more,” Y/N said through gritted teeth.
When was the fucking pain going to go away? He shook his head as he tried to focus on the good things in life. The things that brought him pleasure, like how good it felt to actually do fucking instead of being fucked. It didn’t work though. All it did was make Y/N realize just how strong his baby was, growing a newfound sense of appreciation for Franklin. One he wouldn’t have discovered otherwise.
The couple stayed still for what felt like decades. Franklin didn’t dare to move, not when he still saw the pain contorting Y/N’s features. He wanted this to be pleasurable. He didn’t want to ever make Y/N think he didn’t give a fuck about his pleasure.
He remembered the first time Y/N had fucked him. How gentle he was despite his hardened exterior. How attentive he was to everything Franklin was feeling in the moment. How he made Franklin feel like the most special nigga in the world. Even if they were high out of their minds, the most notable thing he remembered about his first time was just how good Y/N went above and beyond to make him feel.
It was only right to do the same. To return the favor he had been appreciative of ever since they first crossed the boundaries of being friends into lover territory.
Y/N’s eyes widened when something inside of him shifted. While his ass definitely wasn’t a pro at taking dick, he took notice at the pain fading slowly. It had only taken, like what, ten minutes for it to happen? But it was happening and he was finally started to appreciate the feeling of being full. The feeling of having someone, someone he loved more than anything, literally inside of his guts.
Y/N wrapped his legs around Franklin’s waist, running his hands through Franklin’s hair. “You can fuck me now. Sorry it took so long for me to quit bitchin’”.
“Nah.” Franklin shook his head. “I felt good as fuck the whole time. You’re tighter than a bitch.”
Y/N raised his brow. “What bitch you fucked where you know how tight she is?” he scoffed.
“Man, shut up,” Franklin said, rolling his eyes.
Y/N tightened his hold around Franklin’s waist, bringing him even closer to where their bodies were smushed together. “Make me,” he whispered, teasingly licking the lobe of Franklin’s ear.
Y/N shouldn’t have done that. He knew how crazy it drove Franklin when he licked his ear. The breath was knocked out of him when Franklin’s hips involuntarily jerked.
Y/N bit down on his lip to conceal his moan as the pain came rushing back as Franklin started to fuck him into the bed. He couldn’t even be mad at it. He did it to himself by riling the man with all the power over him up. All he could now was hold on and enjoy the ride as much as he could.
Franklin held nothing back, raising his hips and dropping them down with force that shook the entire bed. Each powerful thrust made him feel more connected to his boyfriend, exploring a different spot within him every time his dick dragged along the velvety walls. Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on Y/N who licked it up with greed. The two gripped each other’s bodies tightly, nails dragging and pleasurably pain bringing them closer together.
The two didn’t care that they were being loud. Ms. Cissy would just have to deal with it. Franklin couldn’t help but make animalistic sounds, grunting and growling as he lost himself in Y/N’s hole. His balls slapped against his ass, the clapping sound filling the room as pleasure finally brought through Y/N’s levee.
His back arched off of the bed, moans spilling from his lips— a mixture of Franklin’s name and incoherent, desperate pleas for even more aggression. His hole was being stretched to his max, and while he knew the pain would never truly fade, he couldn’t ignore being overtook with pleasure as Franklin fucked him.
“Oh G-God! This… mmnggghh… this is t-too g-good,” Y/N panted, dragging his nails down Franklin’s chiseled back.
“Yeah?” Franklin peppered kisses along his neck as he continued to fuck into him with pent up aggression. “You like takin’ this dick?”
“Most definitely,” Y/N nodded eagerly.
“Let’s see if you like it in a minute.”
Y/N didn’t have time to ask what Franklin meant before he found out. Pulling out of him, which caused Y/N to shudder as a whimper bounced off the walls, Franklin was flipping Y/N on his back. He climbed back onto and sunk into him, bottoming out on the first thrust. Y/N’s eyes crossed as he felt Franklin reach even deeper inside of him, dick rutting against his prostate head on.
Now he understood why Franklin loved taking dick so much. Every time he cried from pleasure. Every time he came just from getting fucked. Every time he begged for more and more rounds to satisfy his needs. Y/N understood it all once his prostate was touched. It was like his body was exploding with fireworks, sensation after sensation hitting every area in his body.
His brain was going into overdrive as Franklin slammed into him, making his ass clap with every brutal thrust. Drool dribbled down his chin as his permanent open mouth manned for more, begged for Franklin to fuck him through the bed.
Franklin wrapped an arm around Y/N’s neck, squeezing his bicep as he brought Y/N’s head off of the bed. Y/N gasped for air, clawing at his arm. But never once did he make a move to stop it. He was in fucking heaven. His vision was bluring from the hot fears rolling down his face, joining the puddle of drool as he was fucked stupid.
If Franklin could capture this moment forever, he wouldn’t hesitate to. His boyfriend looked so sexy underneath him, bearing the brunt of the thrusts without any hesitation. Who else’s boyfriend could do that? He had a special man, one with a tight hole that produced more than cream than a cow.
He was growing sloppy with his thrusts, his orgasm impeding as he tried his best to keep it at bay. But he couldn’t hold it any longer. He needed to feel Y/N’s hole constrict around him as he blew his load inside. He wanted to feel the immense warmth run all throughout his body. He wanted Y/N to know how fulfilling it felt to be claimed in such a way. To be used in such a shameful, sinful, fan-fucking-tastic way.
Y/N beat him in that race, moaning Franklin’s name at the top of his lungs as his dick blew load after load. It was almost never ending. He could feel the massive pool of cum sticking to his abdomen, an uncomfortable stickiness he couldn’t escape considering Franklin was fucking him into the bed.
“Fuck!”
Y/N cried out when Franklin delivered a particularly rough thrust, one that rattled his entire skeleton as the entirety of his man’s weight fell on top of him. Warmth flooded his insides, causing his eyes to roll as he relished in finally feeling what it felt like to be nutted inside of.
He felt like a cheap hooker. A feeling he didn’t know would feel so good. But then again, everything with Franklin so good that it had to be wrong. No human should be capable of bringing him this much pleasure. Franklin and his magic stick should be illegal with how fucking addictive it was.
And if it was illegal, Y/N still wouldn’t hesitate to worship it. Not when he just got to experience how good it could make him feel with just one round.
It took some time for Y/N to come down from his high, panting for breath as he craned his neck to look at the man resting his head on his shoulder. “Nigga, who said you could just nut in me?” he scoffed. “The fuck I look like? A cheap ho?”
“Shut up, you my bitch,” Franklin muttered, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s. “You ain’t getting back on top for a while. I hope you know that.”
Y/N sighed. He should’ve known that was coming. “I created a fucking monster, bro. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” Franklin quickly said. “You’re perfect.”
While the sentiment made his heart swell and his stomach erupt in butterflies, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You need to work on staying in one mood. Either you sweet or aggressive. Can’t be both,” he told him.
“Why not? Don’t you love those two sides of me?” Franklin teased.
“I love all sides of you.”
Franklin smiled as he leaned in, kissing Y/N. The two melted into each other’s body once again, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Suddenly, he pulled back and pulled out of Y/N, causing the man under him to moan into the pillow at the sudden emptiness.
“Poke that ass out for me,” Franklin instructed, standing at the edge of the bed. “You not going to sleep until I hit that shit from the back.”
Y/N used the little bit of strength he had in store to rise up into his hands and knees, arching his back as he wiggled his ass enticing. He didn’t know what came over him, but he was now letting a new side of him thrive. He looked back at Franklin, smirking when he saw how mesmerized he was staring at his puffy hole dripping with cum and cream.
“Come fuck me,” Y/N purred, reaching back to slap his own ass. “Daddy.”
Franklin licked his lips and obeyed, gripping Y/N’s waist and pulling him to the end of the bed. He was definitely going to regret letting Franklin fuck him so much for his first time in the morning. He could only imagine the amount of pain he would be in. But that was a tomorrow problem.
For right now, all he could worry about is the monster Franklin had unleashed within him with that big ass dick of his. A monster he didn’t think could ever be tamed.