Tales of a Chemical Romance

Stepping out of the shower, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your soaking wet body. You tossed your hair behind your and decided to let it air dry. You looked in the mirror and sighed, rubbing your cheek. Frank had hit you for the first time that morning. The fight was stupid and you said something you shouldn't have and he flipped out and slapped you. You hadn't talked to him all day since then but pushed it to the back of your mind. A knock on the door snapped you from your thoughts.

Frank walked in to the bathroom just as you grabbed the lotion from the cabinet. You averted your gaze from his and opened the bottle, squirting some lotion into your hands. You rubbed it into your skin on your arms and shoulders, getting your back as best as you could. Frank scoffed, snatching the bottle from the counter. Soon, his hands were on your back, rubbing your shoulders gently yet firmly. Sighing, you pulled your shoulders away from his grip.

"I can do it myself, thank you."
"Just thought you'd want some help."
"Well I'm fine, thanks."
"Fine."

You grabbed the lotion again, this time rubbing some onto your legs. Your skin was already smooth from shaving but the lotion made it even more silkier. Frank pulled the toilet lid down and sat on the seat, watching your every move. You felt his gaze on you again but looked down at your feet. Your eyes were met with his as he slid down on his knees and lathered his hands in lotion again, rubbing it into your inner thighs. Your breath hitched as warm puffs of air from his nose hit your clit and you gathered the towel in your fingers and bit your lip to keep from groaning. He knew that it was affecting you and smiled to himself, inching his fingers up higher. You let out a small gasp of pleasure as he slowly pushed his middle and index fingers in to you, pressing you up against the counter while keeping on his knees.

His face disappeared between your thighs. He hoisted one leg up over his shoulder and pushed your other apart as his tongue assaulted your clit, gently sucking and biting. You let out a purr of approval and tossed your head back, gathering your tits in your hands.

"Frankie..." you moaned out, gripping his hair tightly.
He hissed a breath and pulled away to look up at you.
"Well I didn't say to stop!"
He chuckled and pushed his fingers back in to you, slipping in and out slowly.

He stood up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, kicking them across the floor along with his boxers. You looked up at him, licking your lips. He let out a small whimper of lust and pulled you towards him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you out into the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. Your tits bounced up as you landed on the mattress and Frank let out a sharp groan of desire, taking the soft bud of your right breast into his mouth as he slid his hand up your torso and squeezed the other firmly. You let out a shriek of pleasure, bumping your hips up against his.

"I want it now.."
"Now?" he moaned in your ear, licking just below your lobe on your neck.
"Mmmhmm," you whimpered, pushing him on his back.
"Oh you want it this way?" he huffed, sliding back further on to the bed.

You reached underneath you and gripped his cock in your hand, aligning it with your entrance. You eased down on him and gripped his shoulder as you eased down lower. He gripped your hips and thrusted up, filling you completely.

"Oh my god, Frank. You fit me perfectly."
"Jesus Christ," he huffed. "You feel so tight, Y/N."

He thrust upwards slowly as you grinded down against him. Each of you let out small moans and groans here and there as he gripped your ass. You chuckled softly, bending low to kiss him. His tongue crashed with yours, demanding dominance. You let him win eventually, pulling back from the kiss to breathe as you moved faster. His palm collided with your ass, letting the sound of the smack fill the air and bounce off the walls. You winced, moaning his name.

"Oh, fuck, Frank!"

smack!

"You like that, baby?"
"Mmmhmm."

He slapped your ass a few more times, making sure he left a good few hand prints. He started thrusting upwards faster and sloppier, tilting his head back into the pillows as he let out a series of guttural moans, huffing your name. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten up and started scratching his chest, which made him yelp in surprise.

"I'm sorry, baby," you groaned, moving faster.
"Do it again, Y/N. Please, do it again."

Obeying his orders, you clawed at his chest as your grinded against his hips. You felt him release himself inside you and soon you did the same. Rolling off of him, your chest rose and fell quickly. You looked over at him and noticed the frown plastered on his face.

"What, am I that bad?"
"No. I just feel like shit for earlier today."
"Well you should."
"I do, babe. I'm so fucking sorry. And no amount of make up sex can make it up to you."


"I'll be the judge of that," you growled, pulling him on top of you.

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