(A/n)
Oop, 69th chapter
✘ means smut, yes
Filthy, kinky shit, all requested by the same kinky fucker from the bj oneshot
the-mellokid, here it is ((just because it's the 69th)), luv u
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You didn't really know how did you get to this point, but there you were; a Frank tied to the bed while you hovered over him, eyeing the male with hungry eyes. Besides having his movements restrained, Frank also had a blindfold around his eyes and earphones plugged to his ears so all he could do was to feel what you were going to do, without having any clue of what'd come next.
Running your tongue between your lips, you chewed on your bottom when your eyes rested over the view of his cock, that heavily rested back against his stomach with a ring tightly clenching its base and precome pooled on his skin. The sweat that started coating his skin reflected the light that came from the beside lamp - it was faint, but able to softly lighten up the whole room.
A whine coming from Frank's lips got you back to reality so you quickly got into action, pressing sloppy kisses to his neck and slowly descending to his chest. You make sure of leaving marks in your way, wanting to mark him with all the nibbles and suctions - he didn't seem to mind about it though, groaning out or gasping depending on the intensity of the actions. Meanwhile, your hands ran up and down his sides, feeling his smooth and hot skin, that just increased all the heat.
Continuing with the kisses and love bites, your hands traveled down his body, purposely getting as far as possible from his member in the way, and finally closing around his thighs. Frank responded with a small shift, preferring to not push himself into the touch; that motivated you into squeezing them, slowly moving up his thighs, with your thumbs tracing the inside. The anxiety Frank felt was noticed by the way he visibly tensed up and even shivered when your thumbs reached further and further, making small bumps on his skin be felt under your lips and your fingers.
Focused on the wait for the touch, Frank even stopped momentarily breathing, ready to release the breathe as a moan as soon as your hands touched him, but it didn't really happen like this. His chest suddenly sunk at the lost of your touch at the same time a whine left his lips. He could feel your breathe against his skin, probably released by a chuckle as you moved away.
Frank swallowed thickly at the lose of touch, but it didn't last much and your hands were again roaming over his body. They quickly closed around his hips as you placed his lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss that showed all his neediness, not satiated even by you deepening the kiss. You pulled away once again, receiving a whine of displeasure that soon turned into one of the exact opposite when he suddenly felt one of your hands closing around his dick, pumping it up and down in a motion he considered extremely agonizing. The agony was increased by the inconstancy of pressure of your grip, times tightening, times loosening without any warning.
Meanwhile, your lips worked on his neck; you tried to stimulate him the best you could with the rhythm of movements you created. He seemed to gradually get used to the pace, having his lips perfectly shaped around moans the whole time. Frank was being unusually loud, you thought, quickly concluding it had something to do with him being deprived from most of his senses.
Slowly, you moved your other hand down, sliding it between his thighs. Running around the skin for a moment, one of your fingers went further, teasingly circling the rim of his hole with light threatens of a insertion that never happened, much to his frustration. Still, that did earn a few groans from him and gasps that happened at the same time he tensed under your finger and attempted to push himself down on it.
Without any warning, you just suddenly stopped all the movements, pulling away simultaneously to watch what would happen; his body suddenly jolted up in seek for a friction that never came, making him squirm in need. Watching or doing all of that was a new experience, but also an awesome one. Your pupils dilated and your mouth watered at the sight of Frank like this - above all, it made your insides burn in an indescribable pleasure. He was completely vulnerable. Pleading your touch.
"P-Please." He said through a whimper - word that, like all the other pleads and pleasure noises, was lost in the dark room without any response. Frank hummed in discomfort, pulling at the restraints - they weren't tight enough to hurt him and gave him freedom to fold his arms and legs until a specific point that wasn't much. He just craved any kind of touch that relieved his need. His sensitivity had considerably increased and his mind stood on the thin line between loving and hating it.
Meanwhile, you did nothing. Didn't move a millimeter, curious about his actions before this. It made Frank think that maybe you'd given up on the idea - even if the songs coming from the earphones were some of his favorite ones, they were starting to annoy him because they seemed to be helping with nothing. A protest was about to leave his mouth when your lips were felt over his chest again and the tips of your fingers over the inside of his thigh. It wasn't much, no, but, to Frank, it seemed like it was the best and most exciting touch someone could ever receive. That brought him to the edge of a climax that would happen if the ring around the base of his dick wasn't there to prevent him from doing that.
His sensory deprivation was exciting you, making you wonder how didn't you try any of that before. The way he squirmed in frustration or extreme pleasure was what mainly got you craving him, wanting to go to the main part at once. But you knew that this was going to be better with it all happening first. You wanted to make him feel good like he had never felt before.
The gentle touching didn't last long - you quickly moved away once again to grab the lube and squirt some of the cold liquid over some of your fingers, making sure you had all of them properly covered while your eyes attentively watched Frank squirming. You wanted to dirty talk him so badly, but he couldn't listen to any of that, unfortunately. Finally, you were done and adjusted your position between his parted legs so you were sitting there. Your clean hand had the job of holding them a bit more apart, also pulling on some of the skin so your access to his hole would be easier.
"Yeah..." Frank whined before rolling his bottom lip to inside his mouth to bite down on it; he already knew what was going to happen. His back arched in anticipation. A playful smile made itself present over your lips when you finally touched him, circling his rim once again in movements that got loud curses being spilled from his lips. Your name, however, was moaned out even louder at the insertion of a finger inside him. He was so tight - you moaned as feeling him around you, clenching tighter whenever you moved your finger outwards like if afraid you'd remove it and cease the interaction.
Another finger was soon inserted, but you just could get him in a mess when adding the third one. He squirmed and pulled harder at the restraints as you moved the three fingers inside him, throwing his head back and arching his back deliciously whenever you hit prostate. It was a memorized spot inside him that turned easily known due to experience.
Frank found it extremely weird. No, not the new thing, about being tied or whatever - it was his inability to cum, as much as he wanted to do so. He had always been used to holding himself back when being on the edge so he could enjoy things a bit more, however, it was different this time. He couldn't release even if he wanted to do so. It was frustratingly good. His mind went blank at the flood of sensations - all you were doing was to finger him, but it still felt like a heaven he didn't want to descend from. The music seemed to disappear in the background and all that filled his mind was your name. Your name was the only word leaving his lips, sometimes clear and sometimes lost between a moan, a gasp or a groan.
Your fingers suddenly left him, leaving Frank with an uncomfortable empty feeling that he complained about with a long, loud whine. Opposite to what he thought, you didn't ignore that. You watched it all with anxiety and amuse, loving how he was acting. It was so raw. Without any standard you had to keep up to or something. It was just you, the both of you.
Nodding to yourself, you decided it finally had been enough. None of you would endure it for any longer, you knew that. You got the lube and placed it away once having an amount of it enough to cover up all of your member. It wasn't a problem to moan while you ran your hand up and down yourself - he wouldn't hear it anyways and that was the best thing ever to be touched before that scene.
Alright. You still needed to leave some for the best part. The anxiety inside you seemed to have dissipated at once, leaving you kind of nervous and more even excited. Positioning yourself over him, with your member brushing his skin the slightest - what snatched another needy noise from him -, your hands closed firmly around the back of his thighs. You internally thought about all of that. It seemed a bit wrong, but... so good. You wouldn't bother having him like this more times, still, you needed to wipe that faint sensation of guilt from your chest first. It's just that he seemed so vulnerable and there you were, to rip out all the innocence. The thing is that he didn't have any; he was pleading for you. All you needed to do was to give him what he wanted.
Frank's back arched more when he finally felt you getting inside him, stretching him more than your fingers did and reaching even further; almost hitting his spot. His hands closed around his restraints while his mouth shaped an outstretched o around the long moan he released. The music blasting from the earphones flooded his mind, almost taking him to another reality that he didn't ever want to leave.
Your movements started without any warning, not really giving him any time to adjust since he the preparation had been well done. His desperate manners gave you an extra pleasure - letting out what sounded like a moan mixed with a groan before you fell forward, letting your mouth close around his sweaty chest, kissing and biting on the salty skin. You closed your eyes momentarily, appreciating the feeling of having him around you. So tight, so warm, so good...
"Yeah..." You muttered just to yourself as starting to move faster, to both of you guys' pleasure. You couldn't say what excited you more about this - his neediness, having him so vulnerable, his noises... All of that contributed to an unique pleasure that you were afraid to suddenly end without you being able to enjoy it properly; a fear unconsciously shared by the both of you.
Adjusting your angle, you were determined to really get him squirming . Your pace increased once more in a faster constant rhythm that had the tip of your member hitting against his prostate every time, rarely missing the spot. The position wasn't really comfortable, but you soon moved to support your weight over your elbows, that now rested over the mattress, one in each side of Frank's small body. Both of you cried out in pleasure to your own music; Frank's being played by the earphones while yours consisted in the patterned sound of skin slamming against skin and you two's pleased noises; immersed in all the sensations brought by the motions.
Obviously, you weren't going to last as long as usual. Both of you were tired of the long foreplay that had started yet before coming to bed and aching for your climax for long now. With a bit of difficulty, you managed to get one of your hands between the two of you. Frank gasped louder and squirmed more when you started masturbating him, matching your hips' rhythm. Still, all of that play with him without a reward wouldn't be fair at all. Thrusting faster to chase your own climax, you already heard his incoherent pleads to come when you skillfully removed the ring from him, allowing him to finally come. He did it in your hand as you closed it around him, filling it with his warm juices as you focused on his now lower moans and the way he tightened himself around you until finally coming down from his high. Due to that, it didn't take long before the same happened to you - Frank sighed a last time at the sensation of your come filling him.
Both of you suddenly relaxed, starting to pant heavily after descending from your high while a wave of extreme pleasure washed over both of you. The song playing in Frank's ears suddenly sound much louder and his fingers started aching from holding and pulling so hard at the restraints. You also knew his throat would probably be hurting later because of the obscene loud noises it produced, not to mention the obvious sore muscles and bruises he'd have for pulling around so much; you thought as scanning his exhausted expression, cleaning your hand on the messy sheets.
A last groan left your throats as you moved, pulling yourself out of him then laying over Frank, making sure you weren't crushing him in some way. Observing his flushed and tired face, you pulled away from him the earphones and pushed the blindfold away, revealing his beautiful hazel eyes that blinked a few times before focusing on your lazily smiling face.
"So?" You asked quietly, with a hoarse voice. Not letting him answer just yet, you pecked his lips a few times. "What did you think?" Your eyes expectantly flickered over his face, trying to decode the feelings his features carried.
"Amazing." He cried out in a quiet whine, leaning up again in a silent plead for a kiss - a plead that you gladly complied with. "But," Frank continued in the first opportunity he got, not even opening his eyes that were then heavy with tiredness. "if you could release me so I could sleep comfortably..." His hands pulled at the restraints a couple of times, showing it was them he referred to. Chuckling quietly, you smiled, pecking his nose then moving to do as requested.
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