subby frank begging gn reader to bite him and make him bleed:( loves it so much he creams his pants when he feels readers teeth biting into his neck and shoulders
imagining this frank but any era is fine🥹
This is the perfect Frank for this, lemme do my work.
♥️
Frank had been begging all day for you to bite him, anything to cause him pain, to draw his blood.
You knew he was a bit of a masochist, so when you finally got back to your shared apartment, you gave in.
You pushed him down onto the edge of the bed, and you straddled him.
“You sure about this Frankie? I don’t wanna hurt you…” you say softly in his ear, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
He nodded his head, tilting his neck slightly for you.
You started softly licking him, kissing him, and eventually biting him, just like he wanted.
Soft and first, and then harder, and harder until Frank was a whimpering mess under you.
He was bucking his hips into your crotch, and you were biting him all over his neck, drawing blood and licking it up.
You felt a wet spot that stopped you in your tracks.
“Did you just cum in your pants Frank?” You asked him, giggling at him slightly.
“Y-yes…I’m sorry… I just…I couldn’t help it and you were so fucking hot biting me and…fuck baby im sorry.”
Y’know what? Making Frank and Gee grind against each other on stage, clothed cock to cock with vibrators stuffed in their asses as you control the frequency and pulse and vibrations of their respective toys. Making them act ‘normal’ on stage, AKA, be as freaky as you want but don’t blow your cover to the crowd
I can see the both of them just losing themselves in the moment as they’ve both cum at least three or four times by this point. Gerard who can’t stop grinding against the speakers for the friction, and Frank who can’t stop himself from grinding against his guitar as they both constantly look backstage with pleading puppy eyes at you
They’ll get their own back with you later, when they’re both not absolutely exhausted and gooey and practically boneless from the sheer amount of times they’ve both creamed and finished inside their pants. Love being a feral creature like this LMAOOOO
Pairing: Frank x [amab/male] Reader
Word count: ~ 2 000
Genre: Smut
Summary: You had a long day and Frank's needy. It's logic.
Kind of content: Soft / Loving / Riding / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader
Requested by anon
[Do you think you could do a Frank (Projekt Rev because OH MY GOD-) x Dom-Male!Reader fluff/smut, where the reader is having an overall shit day and Frank wants to make him feel better?]
MASTERLIST
"Oh, you're here!" A voice says from the doorway and you look over to see Frank standing there. "You fine?"
"Long day." You sigh, looking back at the ceiling. Your eyes had been on it for so long that you could already see shapes on it before Frank showed up. The silence, at the same time it is comforting, also makes you painfully aware of the ringing sound in your ears that results from the whole mess at work.
Frank sighs as he walks over, standing beside the bed. “That sucks. I almost questioned myself whether you’d come home already or not because I could find you nowhere downstairs.” Hearing his voice is comforting; instead of answering, you just make a motion for him to join you and, Frank being Frank, he climbs on your lap to straddle your hips. You hold onto him out of instinct, rubbing his thighs lightly. “Poor (y/n). I’m going to take care of you.”
You raise an eyebrow at Frank and roll your eyes gently, just letting him cup your face and press kisses all over it until the last one is on your lips. The kiss is just soft at first, with his lips pressing to yours lovingly until he grazes his teeth against your bottom lip and then his tongue, but you keep your mouth shut. He tries it a couple of times more, but still gets no different reaction.
“(Y/n),” Frank whines, “come on...” He kisses you again, but you still don’t let him. It’s so funny to hear him groan in frustration again; you can’t help but smile. “You’re teasing.”
“Oh, am I?” You chuckle lazily, watching Frank’s lips purse. “Aw, come on.” With a hand on the side of his neck, you pull him for another kiss, this time letting your tongue run against his bottom lip. He wants to play you just like you did to him earlier, but you don’t let it happen. A gentle push of your hips is enough to make his mouth open in a gasp and allow you to push your tongue past his lips, letting it glide against his.
Despite getting what he wants, the circumstances still have Frank groaning once again despite continuing the kiss, sliding his hands down to your shoulders. You don’t know whether it’s intentional or not, but the way he keeps shifting on your lap... damn. For a few seconds, you allow him to pamper your lips, licking or nibbling on them according to his own desires until your hand pulls him for a firm, full kiss before you pull away.
“You’re a fucking menace,” you mumble against Frank’s lips, letting your thumb run against his jaw gently.
A giggle escapes his lips as Frank shifts a little. “And why’s that?”
You shoot Frank a look before pulling him for yet another kiss because— Damn, it feels so fucking good, even more after such a long day. His touch feels so good against your skin, from the kisses to his hands squeezing your shoulders a little to his weight on top of you.
Frank’s fingers trace your collar, the cold fingertips slipping past it and rising shivers against your warm skin before his hand trails down to slip under your shirt instead. You feel tempted to tease him, say something about how he’s just using the excuse to take care of you to get what he wants, but it’s not even that worth it at this point. It’d just delay something you wish for.
His hands reach up on your torso before you’re slipping your hands under his shirt to grip onto his hips so you can hold Frank in place to roll your hips up against him, which makes him gasp once more, hands stilling on you.
The only thing that gets Frank to interrupt the make out session is the need to get rid of his shirt, quickly giving you a shirt kiss again before he tugs on your shirt until your hands wrap around his.
“You’re rushing a little,” you whisper, and Frank just sits still, trying to catch his breath with his face barely an inch away from yours. “Calm down.” You kiss him again, taking the lead of the kiss and not allowing him to rush things again, which works really well considering how he just melts under your touches.
A soft sigh escapes Frank’s lips with how your lips trail down to his jaw, kissing gently over it until you have to pull away to get rid of your shirt, but you’re soon back to it, also kissing down his neck and nibbling on it gently. The new interaction starts to get him unquiet again, but it doesn’t matter since you’re soon undoing his belt and whispering for him to take off his pants while you also get rid of yours, and he’s already back on your lap by the time all of your clothes are discarded on the bed or somewhere on the floor near it.
A breath escapes your lips with absentminded words while you reach for the bedside table while Frank kisses you again, not caring whether you drop a few things on the way as long as you get what you want, then you can focus on Frank again. He shifts a little to adjust his position on your lap again, his hands pressing heavier on your shoulder and side, and the way he shifts against you makes both of you groan this time.
Your hands are all over, feeling him up and squeezing here and there, precise spots to snatch just the right pleased sighs from him until they turn into moans the moment your hand reaches his cock. He gasps against your lips, but does his best to continue making out with you despite how your hand feels good around him, pumping him up and down slowly with a tight grip. He curses quietly, hand going from your shoulder to the mattress to hold himself up by his elbow because he can’t hold himself up so easily anymore.
There’s a whine from protest when you let go, but Frank falls quiet and attentive at the moment he sees you reach for the lube. Cold liquid coats your fingers and he’s already pushing his hips up a little so you can easily reach between his legs and circle his entrance, spreading on it a the generous amount of lube on your fingers.
One finger pushes in just fine, making Frank’s breath get caught in his throat a couple of times, but a sound escapes his lips at the moment the second finger starts to slip in. He tenses up, biting on his lip, but then relaxes once your fingers stop. You retrieve your fingers to coat them in more lube, and your fingers meet even less resistance this time, almost pulled in by themselves because of how Frank clenches around you, his breath uneven against your face. If he’s already like that around your fingers, then when it’s you...
“Hell,” you whisper when you pull away, which is almost disappointing to him if you weren’t coating your own cock with the lube this time, hissing a little at the cold feeling of the liquid that is eased once you spread it with a few pumps on your cock. Frank himself tries to touch, but you slap his hand away, messily cleaning your hand on the covers before your hand holds onto his hip to guide him over again.
Frank lets out a shaky breath, looking down as you guide yourself in, just pressing the tip to his fluttering entrance before you start to actually lower him with his help, earning a soft moan from him. The new intrusion causes a bit of discomfort, but nothing that can’t be solved with a few seconds to adjust before the soft slap on his thigh makes Frank start moving.
“Don’t you want to take care of me?” You chuckle softly, your breath hitching in your throat when Frank rolls his hips. Fuck. “Go on and do it. All by yourself.”
Frank mumbles something while shooting you a glare, but he never stops moving, keeping on with rolling his hips against yours. He sits back, making both of you moan at the same time with how you sink in deeper, but he just moves his hips clumsily a couple of times while his hands shift on your torso to find where to hold. Your hands hold onto his forearms to pull them up until his hands slip into yours and he hums softly in appreciation before finally trying to find a nice pace.
At first, Frank continues with clumsy movements that barely hold any consistency. The way he looks down a few times makes his hair fall over his face, having part of it covered while he repeatedly lowers himself against you.
“C’mon,” you mumble, suddenly pushing your hips up to meet his halfway—he moans louder at the same time a groan escapes your lips. “You can do better than that.”
That seems enough to bring Frank back to reality, even if just a little, and he starts doing a better job with it. A continuous, rhythmic hum escapes his throat as he bites on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on doing his best, not just for you, but also for himself. Soft groans escape your lips as you watch him, giving him the support he needs with your hands so you can just enjoy it. Your leg twitches a little with how good he feels, and it’s almost impossible to keep holding your hips still while he’s riding you like that, so pretty.
Moans fill the room with the wet sound of skin against skin, but it’s all relatively quiet, with a major focus on each other, holding gazes with full blown pupils and breathy groans.
Frank pauses, freeing a hand to run it through his hair and bring his strands back, breathing shakily. “(Y/n),” he whines softly, slipping his hand back in yours.
“What?” You squeeze his hands gently. “Already tired? Disappointing. You’re always so energetic...” A teasing tone laces your words. “C’mon, Frankie. Show me all you’ve got.”
A few seconds go by before Frank starts moving again, gently rocking his hips at first before he settles down for a decent pace that works well for both of you. His thighs quiver once in a while, but you encourage him to keep going, feeling the pleasure already pool in your lower stomach as you watch him do his best while clenching so nice and good around you. Fuck. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you already crave another kiss from him, but it can wait now.
Frank’s best at the moment still doesn’t feel enough, so your hands are taking a hold of his hips to move them at the same time you start thrusting up, immediately turning him into a mess as he tries to hold onto something while you chase your own high.
“F—Fuck...” Frank whines, gripping onto your upper arms and shoulders to at least try to steady himself, easily melting under your touches. “(Y/n), I...” He gasps, his moans gaining a higher pitch as his legs quiver and it is just a matter of time before he is spilling all over his chest and abdomen with a chain of pleased sounds that just get whinier since you don’t stop.
“‘Most there...” You whisper, already on the edge given his tight Frank became when he came, so it’s just a few more thrusts until you do it yourself, gasping and curling your toes as you keep moving your hips until the throbbing on your cock becomes faint and Frank’s almost driven into overstimulation.
Frank mumbles something incoherently, all messy and breathy as you slowly loosen your grasp onto him to rub onto his hips soothingly instead.
“Good?” You bring his head up so he can look at you, with his chin between your fingers.
“Very...” He breathes, taking in a shaky breath in an attempt to regain his air. “Can we cuddle now?”
Oh I will be horny about being disabled. I will be SO horny about being disabled. Out of context that sounds so bad ASNSBDISBVD
I CANNOT stop thinking about Frank or Gerard riding the strap, my hips are essentially useless when it comes to thrusting ‘hard’, so they ride on top and do most of the work. Frank’s thighs are burning a little from the constant bouncing, but the tip hitting his prostate is enough to spur him on
Telling him “I’m not made of fine china! You can be a little rougher”, and watching as he grinds down and fucks into his hand, all the while moaning like he’s in heat before cumming all over his hand and my stomach. He has a thing for bottoming from the top, so it works out perfectly. BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!
NO IT ISNT BAD DISABLED PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO BE SEXUAL AND WE'RE ALLOWED TO BE HORNY ABOUT IT BE HORNY ABOUT BEIGN DISABLED!!
Please, this is the first time I write here. Just to say that some people don't understand how hot Frank Dilf bottom is. I mean, puppy sets and all. The current era of Frank being bottom is too hot for people not to realize. It makes me really want to grab his thighs or his boobs, really...
NO YEAH people always want dilf frank to top them but girl im gonna top that dilf
new pro photos of frank just dropped and i need him under me in bed so bad. i need to see him with his thighs up close to his chest, spread open as far as his hips will let him. i wanna bottom out: be so deep inside him that he can taste the lube, right hand going a mile a minute on his fucking cock because he can't just sit still and take it. i want to see his head thrown back in bliss, mouth open, brow furrowed, face screwed up with pleasure. i want to feel his entire body tense up more and more as his orgasm gets closer, pushing whinier and whinier moans out of him the longer we go on. i wanna squeeze the fucking fat on his hips while i'm fucking him so i leave marks from gripping onto him so tight to make him know he's mine, begging me to let him cum and promising me that he knows who he belongs to. and most of all i need to watch him cum all over himself like the desperate little slut he is so i can work him down and lick it all off of his loose and lax body while he pants to catch his breath.
-get
YEAAAHHH get youre one of my favorites i love this so much. and literally frank only gets hotter with age and the older he gets the more i wanna peg him.
you asked and i shall deliver. hearing frank moan like a fucking bitch in heat is making me fucking crazy i need him UNDER ME asap. i wanna steal him off stage before the encore and shut him in a dressing room just to hear those moans up close. i want him to crumble in my grasp while i just barely touch him with my hand down his pants, i want to hear him fall apart when i don't give him the full satisfaction and only get him half naked. his moans will come out all hitched and high when i finally get some fingers in him, though he's reserving himself for later when he's past the point of caring who can hear him. he'll just break when my dick's in his ass, twitching and shaking and arching his back like his fucking life depends on it. i need to have this fucking dilf unravel in my hands and watch his eyes roll back in his head while his mouth falls open and he pumps messy strokes on his own dick like the desperate like exhibitionist slut he is. i mean, how pretty is it that he can't keep it in his fucking pants on stage? squishing his nose up on the mic while he all but sticks a hand down his jeans for that verse. i wanna kiss him right before his orgasm so he can moan into my mouth and squirm helplessly under my touch then i wanna pull away and watch him cum all over himself. i want to follow the trails the droplets leave behind as they run down his fucking tattooed body jfc. i want to leave him all wet and filled up without cleaning him up and make him go back on stage like that: shirt all wrinkled, belt buckled over his jeans that are still unbuttoned, so that everyone knows what i did to him and that it's what he gets if he's gonna moan like that unprompted.
-get
YES I CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON YOUR TO COME THROUGH GET YOU'RE THE BEST YOURE SOSOSOSO RIGHT
Pairing: Frank x [enby, afab] Reader
Word count: ~ 2 300
Genre: Smut / Fluff
Summary: It's a boring day after coming back home from a tour and (y/n) decides to ask Frank if they can peg him - Frank accepts, thinking it's nothing much, just to find out he's so wrong.
Kind of content: Reader is very loving <3 / Dirty talk / Praising / Pegging / Subspace
Requested by anon
Being home after so long feels weird, even if it’s far from the first tour we have been on since the start of the band, feeling like in a bus when sitting down for too long or having this feeling something is missing by the time we were supposed to head back to the bus. Sometimes I remember the first times we would come back time from the Bullets and Revenge tours, all tired and like trash, but motivated to write new music.
We’re probably having a longer pause now, on the other hand, considering how long The Black Parade Tour was, just to rest and let things settle down for a bit until the oncoming tour with Linkin Park.
A sigh escapes my lips as I look around the kitchen, hands on my hips. I should do something. Maybe eat something. Fuck, no, I just ate something. Okay, I guess I should practice, then… but that’s not what the pause is supposed to be for. Distracting myself will do, I guess, so watching TV it is.
Sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV makes me feel useless at first, but again, it’s the result of being pulled away from the tour’s routine. Even if slowly, it’ll pass.
My attention averts away from the TV’s screen at hearing footsteps before Frank’s walking into the kitchen, only in a shirt and boxers, standing on his tiptoes as digging through the cabinets in search for something. His shirt falls a few inches below his hips, but rides up with him reaching the cabinets, exposing his ass. Nice ass.
He turns around with Oreos in hands, and raises an eyebrow at me. “Want one?” he asks through the Oreo hanging from his mouth.
“No, but come here.” I make a motion, adjusting my position on the couch – he shrugs, but does so anyway, taking the bag of cookies in hand, and he’s about to sit down by my side when I pull him to my lap instead. He pauses, slowly relaxing against me, eventually continuing to eat; he holds up an Oreo, a bitten one, eyes averting down. I smile. “No, thanks.” I press a kiss to his cheek, hugging him close.
A hum comes from Frank in response and he sighs softly, shifting lightly to make himself comfortable until his head is resting against my shoulder. “What are you watching?”
“I literally just sat down.” My hand slides down to his thigh, my thumb running across the skin and tracing the tattoo there. “Y’know,” I mutter in his ear, tightening my grip around him, “I think we could do something.”
“Something?” Frank asks, sounding halfly immersed in whatever is playing on the TV.
“Yeah.” I take a hold of his jaw, making him face me – he pouts, which makes me smile, brushing our noses together affectionately. “I was wondering if I could peg you. Can I?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says after a moment, “let’s go.”
Now, that was easy. I raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs. Does he– Well, of course he does know what pegging means, he’s not that dumb, I just didn’t know he would react so careless to it. Not bad, so everything is fine.
“Good.” I peck his lips and trail down to his jaw, eventually reaching his neck when he tilts his head to the side, sighing pleased, just to let out a quiet gasp once my teeth sink into a spot a few inches under his ear. Great. “Go upstairs, then.” I slap his thigh softly, chuckling at the groan coming from him.
Frank stands up and heads to the kitchen to leave the rest of the Oreos on the counter before he can go upstairs, but not without looking back at me with a glare – seeing that I’m still smiling maybe gets him more annoyed, continuing his way with heavy and low steps. Okay, gives me more time to watch the back of his thighs.
I’m finally heading upstairs after turning the TV off and putting the Oreos back inside the cabinet, walking into the bedroom to find Frank kneeling down in the middle of the bed, looking at the nothing, hands over his thighs.
The way he accepted it so easily is still in my mind when my shirt meets the ground, but whatever, not like we can’t stop at any moment or anything.
The mattress sinks under my knees as I move towards Frank until settling down, hands cupping his face before our lips are pressed together in a sweet kiss that quickly gains a familiar urgency, with Frank’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss, eventually pulling me over him. Our lips separate for only seconds among all the shifting, adjusting our positions until Frank’s on his back and I’m over him, a forearm on the mattress to hold myself up, a knee between his spread legs.
“Hm, (y/n),” he mutters against my lips, hands on the sides of my neck, trailing to my hair.
“‘M here, baby.” My lips run along his jaw, soon pressing soft kisses down his neck, peppered in between nibbles and sucking which have his breath quickening, shallow.
My hands drop to Frank’s waist, slipping under his shirt, rubbing circles into the skin. A shaky breath escapes his nose when I reach a spot near his collarbones and he’s tugging on my hair, unable to contain a sound when my thumbs poke under the waistband of his boxers.
Frank’s grasp almost doesn’t let me pull away, only doing so when he notices my intention of getting rid of his shirt, followed by his boxers, revealing his half hard cock, but he seems to have other priorities, pushing his hips up into the air in a useless seek for friction. A grin tugs on my lips at it and I can’t help but to take a grip of his hips, leaving a kiss down his happy trail.
Despite a groan of frustration coming from Frank, I still pull away to get rid of my own clothes, keeping an eye on him to swat his hand away just in time so he won’t touch himself.
“Fuck you!” Frank pouts.
“Behave!” I chuckle, slapping his thigh – he lets out what sounds like a moan at it, jumping.
I can’t really make out Frank’s words, incoherent grumbling; they immediately stop when I’m sitting between his legs with the lube in hand after reaching for it in the bedside table.
“You fine?” I put the tube away to spread the lube on my fingers.
“Of course!” He nods exigently, squirmish.
“Aw, you’re not being a good boy!” I furrow my eyebrows and need to suppress a smile at how quickly Frank’s cheeks turn red as he looks away, what seems like pure frustration being opposed by how hard he’s getting through time. “Just tell me if you need me to stop or something, okay?” I drop the teasing, pressing a kiss to his stomach, and can feel him physically relaxing.
“Right,” he breathes.
His hole flutters under my touch as I trace the ring of muscles, spreading the lube around it before finally pushing a finger in, slowly – he tenses up, clenching around me, but a sound is only slipping past his lips when there’s a second finger and, after a few pushes, finding his prostate is easy.
A breath hitches in Frank’s throat, making a muffled moan come from him once my fingers start pressing against his prostate, massaging the spot; his thighs quiver in poor attempts of moving his hips down against my fingers, coming to a brief stop with a third finger.
“Fuck,” he says, voice tight, but only nods when I look up to check if he’s fine.
My free hand runs up Frank’s torso, running along the skin and feeling it rise under my touch. He moans encouragingly as I start pressing kisses to his tummy, slowly going up his chest and he’s gasping when my thumb runs across his nipple experimentally, hands flying to hold onto my hair, compelling me to continue fondling it and the skin around.
“How does it feel?” I ask against his chest, mostly pressing kisses down to it. He moans in response, in a positive tone. “Use your words, hun.”
“G-Good,” he gasps, tugging at my hair softly.
“Oh, yeah? How good?” I grin, pressing down against his prostate and feeling him quiver as his hips jerk forward. “Are you my good boy, Frank? So small and pretty and cute? Look at how pathetic you are, baby. I didn’t even touch your cock, only fingered your pretty ass so far and you’re already in such a poor state.”
“I– Yeah, I am, fuck– You make me feel very good, oh my God,” he exclaims, voice unusually high. “You make me feel so good, (y/n), please don’t stop, I– Fuck.” He melts. Moans easily fill the room now, not so frequent but loud, constant, coming to an end with a weak complaint and buck of hips after I break contact completely, considering Frank was becoming dangerously tight and urgent.
“Hands and knees, hm?” I press a kiss to his thigh before breaking complete contact to reach for the box under the bed.
“Gimme a moment,” Frank sighs.
“‘M not rushing you,” I chuckle, rummaging through the box and eventually moving to slip on the strap-on and have the toy lubed up.
Something about all of this, making Frank get in such a state, having such a power, is just… amusing, in a way, and maybe I had been wasting my time and should've had this idea before. A squeal comes from him at the slap across the back of his thigh, intensifying the proud feeling in my chest as I kneel behind him, holding his hips up.
“So pretty and all mine, hm?” I mutter against the crook of his neck, my chest pressed to his back. The words are far from something I’d usually say, nonetheless, they snatch a quiet pleading sound from Frank and he doesn’t even answer properly when I ask if he’s ready. “Are you in subspace, love?” Now, what a pleasant surprise.
No answer comes from Frank and I don’t need one, after all – he doesn’t show any discomfort nor says the safe word –, so I carry on. His breath audibly hitches when I’m guiding the toy in, tensing up, so I give him his time, free arm wrapped around his torso and kisses softly pressed to his back among comforting words. When the toy finally sinks in until the base, he’s breathing heavily, head hanging low and hands clenched around the sheets.
“You’re doing so well, hun,” I hum and let my hands wander up and down his waist, soothing and trying to avert his attention away from whatever discomfort.
As a relieved sigh comes from Frank, I grip onto his hips, pulling back before pushing back in and Frank’s moans slowly start to cut through the thick atmosphere of the room with the continuous motions. The way the movements intensify eventually have the toy brushing against me, against my clit, just right to give me the friction I wasn’t even aware that I craved.
“Fuck,” Frank says with a moan, arching his back, quickly followed by a louder moan when I change the angle of the thrusts; his hips move to meet mine. There it is, then, good.
My fingers sink into Frank’s hips for more support, pulling him against me at the same time my hips jerk forward. Fucking whines come from Frank, one after the other, weak cries as his arms collapse under him and he squirms on the mattress and, fuck, how hot can he be?
“Ah,” he breathes, eyes pressed shut, “shit, that’s intense, fuck.”
Not what he thought? No wonder why he accepted so easily. I chuckle – or try to, breathlessly.
“You look so hot like this, baby,” I mutter, one of my hands falling to a space on the mattress next to him. “Didn’t know I could break you like this, huh? ‘Bet you wish I had come up with this before, don’t you? Look at you, you’re loving this!” I grin at how hopeless he becomes, knuckles white around the sheets, gasps escaping his mouths helplessly; I press a kiss to his shoulder. “‘Bet you can’t even think straight right now.” Because, fuck, I can’t. So hot. I might just come from that.
Frank’s lips are pressed together, twitching lightly, but no word ever comes from him. Instead, one of his hands slowly moves down and I slap it away the moment I notice what he wants to do.
“No, no, no!” I click my tongue, taking a hold of his wrist to pin it down to the mattress. “You can come without touching yourself, just like the good boy you are. Are you close, baby? You almost coming?” I press kisses to his shoulder, satisfied with the affirmative hum coming from him. “Gonna make you feel so good,” I mutter under my breath, moving faster, the thrusts heavy and harsher – sending pleasure ringing up my spine –, in a way it doesn’t take long until a loud moan escapes his lips and his thighs are quivering. I take a look at his face, taking in every detail, and I can feel the knot tightening in my lower stomach.
Frank’s eventually coming down from his high with weak sounds and labored breathing, legs twitching lightly with the aftershocks.
Quiet curses escape my lips under my breath while I pull away, watching him collapse to the mattress without much reaction, and get rid of the toy as fast as possible and fucking hell, I barely touch myself before I’m coming, moaning in relief with my fingers sliding against my clit. So pathetic and so good at the same time.
I lie down on the bed next to Frank, pulling into my arms to hug him lovingly, brushing the hair away from his face. He hums softly, eyes slowly opening to reveal the beautiful hazel irises as thin rings around dilated pupils for a moment. Frank says nothing, only burying his face in the crook of my neck.
