#pen41

You lovvvvvvved how vocal Frank was. He was so easy. You could get him anywhere if you really wanted to. The bathroom before a show, the parking lot after a show, the car on your way home, parked in front of your house. Just by kissing down his neck. Biting a little. Kissing the little bruises you left better when whined. He was pathetic, truly. No neck tattoo could change that.

His favorites when you're in his car. On top of him with the seat way back. When it's all tight and neither of you have any space. You curled over and kissing down his neck. When he gets too handsy with you – hands under your shirt, rubbing his thumbs over the padding of your bra – you pull away from him to pull his shirt over his head. Tossing it wherever. His canvas was so pretty, so bare, it was all yours. The look in his wide, wondrous eyes told you so. He opened his mouth to beg, compromise, whatever – you didnt know. you cut him off by getting back to work. Slowly snaking down to his chest. Licking and sucking at his poor exposed collar bones. They were so prominent and pretty. It'd be criminal to ignore them. First you kissed but then you bit down. Gently, teasingly. Like a dog wanting to play. Your eyes flickered up to him and he looked spent. Eyes lidded but blown in lust, mouth hung open. His usual horndog stare. When your eyes met his he frowned. Made you snicker against his skin. You bit down a little harder and he shuddered, whimpering this time. You let out a satisfied hum. Beginning to suck and nibble until you'd left your mark.

His fingers dug into your waist. Convulsing according to you. You only got rougher. You knew what he wanted. Sinking your teeth into his skin and sucking deep purple blotches into his pale skin until he was desperately groping at you for any kind of comfort. Back arching off the slick faux leather of his seat and into you while he panted and whined like the sad, deprived dog he was. Your name dripping off his tongue breathlessly over and over again. His growing bulge rocking against whatever part of you he could reach.

When you finally pulled away to admire your work you smiled. A consistent trail of pinkish-purplish-bluish marks from behind his ear to the stupid tattoo atop his heart, and the beautiful look on his face. So desperate. So tragic. You cupped his cheek and brushed your thumb over the blush while he writhed. "Poor thing... hate to leave you all worked up like this." You cooed, leaning down to press soft kisses against his contusions. Feather light and absolute torture for poor Frankie, who only kept shivering. "I gotta go now, okay?" Your voice was molasses, it broke his heart. Letting out what almost sounded like a sob. His grip on your hips tightened.

You knew Frank had a small dick. You loved him anyway, obviously. You kinda thought it was sweet actually. The way it'd barely hit his tummy when youd pull his boxers down. All flushed and swollen. The way he'd pout and whine when you poke at it. You weren't trying to be mean! It was hard to resist. He was so cute. If you'd known it was a serious complex of his you would never, but he was too embarrassed to tell you how serious it was to him. He was already such a bitch. He was pathetic.

So when he wanted to finally fuck you, you couldn't say no.

You were between his legs. Pulling his waistband back slow, smiling wide when he sprung out. Already leaky. He huffed and looked away, seemingly frustrated.

"Cmon- whatre you laughing at?" He scoffed, brows knitting together when you pressed your lips together and tried not to actually laugh. "Let me- just-" He shut his mouth and huffed out his nose. "Y'wouldnt be laughing if y'jus let me fuck you.." He tried to sound threatening. Cute.

"Oh yeah?" You smiled, tone teasing. His face was red.

"Yeah." He spit.

"Okay." You shrugged. Getting up off your knees to stand in front of him. Taking your top off and then your bottoms. Tossing them in a pile before looking down at him. Taking your time slowly unclasping your bra with a knowing smile. Then your panties. You dangled them over his face for a second before dropping them there. His pupils were so blown, cheeks so red. You knew it was taking everything in him not to touch himself. You climbed onto the bed and lied down. His eyes following your every move. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and climbed onto top of you. Ripping his shirt over his head.

He looked you over for a second in awe. Eyes all lidded, hungry. He was so hot when he wasn't whining. His ring and middle finger found your clit. Pressing down and rubbing hard circles over it. Made your breath hitch. If he knew anything it was his hands. Fingers moving with precision. Dipping into you. Pushing in to the knuckle and spreading them apart, curling them upwards on their way out. The coarse pad of his thumb pressing onto your clit while he did. Pulling real moans out of you while he grunted into your ear.

"Yeah not so funny now huh." He'd growl. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face after. Didnt want you to think he was actually mad. It made you laugh all breathy against him. You started trying to bite him and he pulled away from you. The loss of his fingers made you frown, made him smirk.

He spread your legs open a little further and lined the throbbing tip of his cock up with your pussy. Rubbing it through your slick folds for a sec while staring at your face. Laughing like he was hot shit. He shoved himself in slow. His head fell forward while he shivered, trying to keep himself together. He stretched you perfect at first. Your back arching off the bed, moaning breathlessly. It gave him the confidence to slam the rest of himself into you. When his eyes found yours again his blood went cold. Something about your stare made it seem like you were expecting more. His jaw clenched, his grip on your hips going iron clad. Without thinking he pulled out of you and shot back inside. His hips snapping against yours roughly. It caught you off guard, hurt a little. He was bottoming out and hardly felt like he was hitting you anywhere that mattered. It all went to his head, made his bottom lip tremble. He grabbed and the underside of your thigh and folded it back to press down on your chest. Desperately trying to push himself deeper. His breath was shaky. He was starting to whimper. His lips pressed into a harsh frown. You noticed immediately. You muttered his name out but he was gone.

He felt so useless. Suddenly his chest was tight. It felt like he couldnt breathe. There were so many thoughts going through his head but he was so lost in how good your pussy felt around him he couldnt comprehend a single one. Only that he was stupid. He wasn't good for anything. Cant even fuck his girl right, the way she deserves. His hips bucking into you as hard and as fast as they could and he could tell you weren't anywhere near getting off.

"F-Fuck- M.. Mommy I-" He panted shakily. Giving up on his act completely. Pace so desperate, whines so sad. His big eyes met yours for a brief second before they started to shake. He hissed sharply and dropped his head out of your sight. A sob choking out of him. He hid his face in your shoulder and sniffled. Whines getting louder until he was shaking. His nails dug so deep into your skin blood started to spot. His relentless pace started to falter. Getting uneven and stuttery. He moaned against you. Something between ecstasy and a wail.

"'M sorry- Shit- 'M-" He sniffled, babbling against your skin. "I fuckin- I fuckin suck im sorry.. Im sorry.." was all he seemed to be able to say. It was all so much you weren't really sure what to do. He was trying so hard. He was so pathetic. His hot tears against your chest, his hopeless determination to destroy your cunt. All it did was make your heart ache. You hated to see your baby so worked up.

His frantic, staggered breathing hitched and he went stiff while he came. Shooting harder and deeper than he could ever hope to reach. He shook and hiccuped and choked while he wrapped his arms around you. Holding onto you like you might get up and leave him right then and there. He was so worked up, you didn't understand. Staring down at him with an awe-struck expression. Where do you even start?

"Frankie..." You cooed, voice a little broken. "Frankie calm down. 'M right here baby." You wrapped your arms back around him, pushing your leg back down to the mattress so you could hold him closer. Hearing you talk only shattered him more. He couldnt breathe. You shushed him. Your hand coming up to hold the back of his head to you.

"Whatre you so worked up for baby?" You hushed. It took a second but it seemed like he tried to formulate a response. A couple half coherent, high pitched sobs falling out of him, but ultimately nothing of use. "Baby.." You sighed, starting to rub his back.

"Is it cause you think i didnt like it?" Your voice was soft. Lips moving gently against his skin. You pressed featherlight kisses to his forehead. The care seemed to seep into him. "Mommys not mad at you baby. 'Could never be mad at my sweet boy." Your fingers combed through his hair, scratched his back. Mouth blowing cool air onto his skin until he stopped shaking, breathing evening out.

"Youre okay, yeah? 'M here.. Always here.." You murmured again after a moment. You two stayed snuggled up in silence after that. Your fingers working gently against him while he came down. After a minute or so he started to stir. Finally breaking away to look up at you. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, puffy underneath. He was so broken. So pretty. All you could do was smile.

"There you are." You whispered, gazing down at him with nothing but love. Your lips pressed against his forehead again and he whined. "Missed you." You giggled softly. He'd tuckered himself out. Crying and fucking himself stupid. The overwhelming sense of sorry subsiding. Now all he wanted was for you to hold him. Keep calling him your baby. He was yours. Thats all he was.

"I.. can be better.." He sniffled, cheek pressing against your shoulder. His watery eyes stuck on your face. Something inside you melted.

Your phone shook against your nightstand, the noise made you shoot up. You rubbed your eyes groggily. It was dark out. You were confused. You reached over for your phone and blinked, trying to focus on the name being displayed.

It was Frank.

Your face went red, stomach twisting into a knot. You’d met him maybe a month ago after a show in some guys basement. He seemed too old to be there, but his band was cool. And he was hot. When he asked for your contact you’d have been stupid to turn him away. He thought it was cute. The way your hands stammered while you scribbled it down on his arm. Said he just wanted to know when you got home, that you were safe. There were creeps around here, that’s what he said. Even walked you to the door when your parents came to pick you up. You’d been messaging every day since. You told yourself you were crazy, that each blatant advancement he made on you was nothing. Told yourself some guys just talked like that.

But he’d never called you.

You hadn’t even seen him since the night you met.

Your hands were shaking, hesitantly answering and bringing it up to your ear. He was quiet.

“Hey..” Your voice rasped with sleep.

“Aw, sorry. I wake you up?”

His voice was so smooth, deep, it made you shudder. Your whole body running hot. Your free hand fiddled with the blanket still laid over your lap, staring down like dog in trouble. Something felt wrong.

“It’s okay.” You assured quietly. Hoping your unease wasn't apparent. “Um-‘re you okay?” Your eyes looked up and around your room. Awkward. He thought you’d be. Thought it was sweet. Made him chuckle, you swore you could feel his breath against your ear through the phone.

“Yeah I’m good. Just thinking about you.” His voice was low but breathy. Your lips curled up into a shy little smile against your will. You liked when he talked like that, even more so over the phone apparently.

“You always say that.” You teased unintentionally, the little huff you let out your nose let him know you were smiling.

“Always thinkin’ about you I guess.” You could hear his smile now. Thought maybe you heard something else too, something throaty. “Think you could help me with something?”

Your heart sank, lips parting. You weren’t stupid. You’d seen the movies, you knew what this was. You didn’t know how to feel. You were scared of him. Was it bad that it turned you on this much? You told yourself you were being irrational. Frank was an adult. He wouldn’t wanna see a girl like you. “What’s up?” He had your full attention now. Your — what he though sounded like — eagerness went to his head, and his growing erection.

“You’re gonna laugh at me.” He giggled, almost boyish.

“I won’t”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You were killing him.

“Okay.." He sighed. "Wanna tell me what you're wearing, pretty?

You froze. Not really sure how to process what was being asked of you. His hand started moving against the bulge in his boxers. You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to say. It wasn't anything sexy. You felt stupid. Just shorts and a T-shirt.

"Cmon," He laughed with you. "You said you wouldn't laugh. Pinky promised." He tried to sound casual, like a friend and not some almost-30-year-old. "Don't gotta be shy. 'Ts just me baby." He tried to coax you.

You'd be lying if you said it didn't work. That your face wasn't flushed. That there was nothing pooling in your stomach.

"Sorry.." You giggled again, trying to ground yourself. "I uhm.. I dunno.." You thought about lying for a second but couldn't think of anything cool fast enough. "Like – a shirt, and uhm, boxers." You stared down at yourself. He didn't say anything but you could hear him breathing. You pouted, nervous. "Wh.. Why?"

"Tryin' to picture you." He replied flatly, voice low now. His breathing got heavier. You were positive he was jerking off. "Anyone else awake?"

You shook your head before you realized that wasn't gonna be enough. "No.." Your voice was soft. He could tell you were scared, he loved it. All you heard from the other side was a grunt.

"Ever touched yourself before?"

You tensed up. Sort of zoning out. It kind of offended you. How young did he think you were? Of course you've touched yourself. Conceited fuck. You mumbled back a "yeah." Got another low groan out of him.

"Yeah? Wanna show me how you do it?" He moaned, low, slow. "Bet you make the prettiest sounds baby. I wanna hear you."

Your mouth was hung open. Breathing in shakily. Fuck just that riled him up. He bit his lips to keep quiet. You weren't sure how to tell him no. Weren't sure how you were meant to go about any of that either, though.

"I- I dunno.."

"Please baby? It'd really help me, y'know."

Your skin burned. Lying back down against your pillows. Fingers nervously dancing along the hem of your panties. You didnt do anything yet, but you moaned quietly. Just to see what he'd do. Your mouth had stayed close, it was closer to a hum.

Franks eyes were closed, head tilted back. Hand gripping the phone tight against his ear while the other stroked his dick. You could hear him curse under his breath, grunting.

"Doin' it?"

"Yeah." You lied, voice breathy.

"Good girl." He mewled. "So good for me, dont deserve you."

It was useless praise. Just stuff he knew you'd want to hear. And you did. Made you wonder what would happen if you really did start touching yourself the way your throbbing clit was begging you to, the way he thought you were.

"Yeah?" You stuttered.

"Mhm.. Wish I was there baby. Y'wouldnt gotta do a thing. 'D make you feel real good. Take good.. good care of my little girl. Yeah? Would you want that? Hm, pretty girl?" He sorta rambled, his maneuvers against his dick speeding up, breathing all labored. When you didnt answer he groaned.

Your breath got caught in your throat. Disgusted at how into this you were. How bad you wanted him to keep talking to you like that. You felt so small, he had you right where he wanted you. Your unsteady fingers slipped under the hem, dipping down into yourself. Embarrassed at how wet you were. The pads of your fingers started to move delicately against your clit, biting down on your lip to keep quiet. Only huffing out a little whine that he caught on to.

"Fuck- You drive me crazy. Y'know how many times I've thought about you like this? I'm sick baby." You could hear him chuckle. Made your skin tingle. "I fuckin- Shit-" He grunted. Panting raspily into the phone. "Call me daddy."

The demand came out low and rough. It made you go stiff, eyes wide open. You didn't want to.

"Fuck- cmon pretty baby. Jus' say it." Frank panted all heavy. He was desperate.

Your head was foggy. In a weird headspace, anywhere but here. You tried not to focus on him. Tried to think of anything else. Your fingers. The way he called you baby. Anything other than the word falling from your lips. Soft and sweet. He lost it.

Cumming hard into his fist and onto his stomach. Moaning breathlessly into the phone while he came down.

You sorta liked the power, you guessed. Liked that you were able to do that to him. That and the warmth in your belly from all the praise he'd been showering you in was what eventually pushed you over the edge. Cumming just moments after him. Your quiet little squeaks all muffled by your tight-knit lips. Oh it drove Frank crazy. Just imagining the way your face must've contorted at the feeling. The way your body shook. How he bet your thighs squeezed around your wrist.

"Good job, princess." He cooed softly as you crashed.

Guilt eating at you almost immediately. Your lips down turned into a frown while you panted. Tears welling up in your eyes. You didn't want it anymore.

"Oh you were s'good for me. You did so good, baby." Franks voice was so soft, it made your lip quiver. A tear slipping past the water line of your eye. You tried to keep quiet but he heard you sniffle. Lips curling up sinisterly.

"You still coming to the show on Friday?" He asked through a smirk.

"Yeah.." You breathed out. Stomach sick with fear.

"Ill see you then. Get some sleep. Dont wanna make you late." For school, you assumed.

"Okay.."

"G'night baby."