#bullets frank

You're in the crowd, squished against the stage at the shitty dive bar your boyfriend's band is performing at. The crowd is buzzing as his band walks on stage, getting into their places before starting. Throughout the concert everyone is dripping with sweat because of the lights, small proximity, and poor ventilation.

You look up at Frank with wide, hungry eyes, legs unconsciously pressing together at the sight of him drenched in sweat and oh does he notice, and so does the rest of the band. He holds eye contact with you, heavy eye contact, as he plays. His hair clings to his forehead, sweat dripping into his eyes making them sting from the salt but that doesn’t stop the way he returns your hungry gaze. He licks the sweat from his upper lip before finally tearing his eyes away from you to focus them back on his guitar and the rest of the crowd, knowing that it'll leave you frustrated.

Once the show is over and they leave off the stage you're practically pushing people out of the way with small “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” just to get to the backstage door. Your body still vibrating from the adrenaline, the loud music, and the heat as you look for Frank while trying not to look like a creep to the staff. Once you find the door you wait till they're looking away before slipping inside, immediately bumping into Frank. 

You turn around to apologize to whoever you bumped into before going silent when you're greeted by the shit eating grin on Frank’s face. Before you know it hes dragging you with him in search of a space private enough to have you without any interruptions. “Frank where the fuck are you–” you say confused before he eventually finds a janitors closet, which isnt the most romantic, but neither of you could give a fuck about that right now. As soon as you're both inside he locks the door and pins you against it, lips and teeth crashing into yours. After a few moments of stunned silence you melt against him and kiss him back. The kiss is salty and metallic from the sweat and your teeth clashing together. Frank snakes his arms around you, grabbing your ass, causing a desperate moan to slip past your lips giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You pull away to catch your breath “Frank–” you whisper desperately. He leans into your ear, breathing heavy, before speaking. “Y’need help with this?” he says almost growling as he undoes your shorts and slips his hand down them, rubbing your clit through your already sodden panties. You choke back a moan, covering your mouth before he grabs your hand and moves it away. “Be loud for me baby.” he says before crashing his lips into yours again, tongues fighting against each other as your fingers card through his hair causing a quiet groan to leave his throat.

Your hips jerk forward when he finally dips his hands into your panties, fingers gliding over your already wet folds before smirking against your lips making your face heat up. He pulls away to look at you. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” he whispers before sliding a finger into your already throbbing cunt causing you to let out a small gasp “Fuck Frank.” you whimper as you lean your head back against the closet door.

You lift your head back up and look at him with need in your eyes as he starts thrusting his finger inside you, slow and gentle, before adding a second one and picking up the speed. You let out a low hum before feeling like the air has been sucked out of your lungs when he curls his fingers, pressing against the perfect spot that turns you into putty every fucking time, pulling a loud mewl from you.

A devilish smirk spreads across his face before opening his mouth again. “Yeah? Is that the spot?” he says as he keeps thrusting his fingers in you. “Right here?” he says, punctuating each word by curling his fingers, pulling another filthy moan from you. “God damnit Frank– ah–” you gasp, unable to think straight as you bring your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself.

He speeds his fingers up, curling them just right with each thrust, before grabbing your face. “Open.” he says sharply, making your stomach flip. You open your mouth almost immediately, sticking your tongue out with a soft breath. He can see your mouth watering just from the thought of him spitting in your mouth, the drool dripping from your tongue down your chin and falling onto your chest.

He tightens his grip around your face slightly before spitting in your mouth, causing your walls to flutter around his fingers. You close your mouth almost immediately before swallowing his spit, your mind turning into a foggy haze as your face heats up. Before you can think this through you open your mouth again, even wider this time with big doe eyes, moans spilling from your throat as you wait for him to spit in your mouth again. “You like that huh?” he says before spitting in your mouth again then closing it, making you swallow. “You like taking my spit down your throat like a filthy slut?” he says before opening your mouth once more and spitting in it again, putting his fingers in your mouth and pressing down against your tongue as you suck on them, ripping a filthy moan from you.

Your eyes begin to water at the overwhelming amount of pleasure beginning to creep up on you, making you whimper louder and more pathetically around his fingers. He takes his fingers out of your mouth before attacking your neck, kissing and nipping at every spot that makes your cunt clench around his calloused fingers and your legs squeeze together around his hand. “Fuck Frank I’m– ngh–” you whimper as you get closer, your legs starting to shake as you arch your back and buck your hips with each thrust of his fingers. “Use your words baby.” he mumbles against your neck before sucking on it and pulling small gasps from you. “Im gonna come–” you whimper loudly.

Frank pulls away from your neck to look at you, his eyes dark. “Yeah? You're gonna come on my fingers?” Frank coos. You nod your head, a small pout on your face as you feel the heat begin to build in your stomach as he speeds up, continuing to curl his fingers with each thrust. “Come for me baby.” Frank says softly, and just like that, you feel the heat build up and snap, your orgasm ripping through your body making you see stars and gush all over his hand.

If your panties weren't soaked before they definitely are now.

You cry out and arch your back into him, grinding against his hand as his fingers keep fucking you through your orgasm until your legs shake and start to give out. He slows his fingers down and wraps one of his arms around your waist to keep you steady before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your sensitive cunt before rubbing your clit, causing your body to tremble and a weak yelp to leave your mouth.

After a few moments he takes his hand out of your pants before pulling away just enough to put his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers. With a dazed look on your face as you suck your arousal off his fingers.