The smut gallery {Frerard•ongoing}

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The attatched picture is the skirt in this fic.

You've read about Gee in a skirt but, fuuuck imagine revenge Frank in a skirt...

Revenge Frank! (But with a skirt) Degradation!

Happy Valentines day bitches. *cries*

I lay on my bed feeling let down. Jamia had been my girlfriend for almost a year until this morning.

I admire my short black skirt in the mirror again, and I don't see what Jamia doesn't like. 

I look fucking sexy.

I don't see why I don't deserve my one, or maybe two, kinks indulged in. I look longingly at my phone, thinking over the pros and cons of texting Gerard, the guy who's been pursuing me for weeks.

How crazy would I have to be to ask an acquaintance for kinky gay sex?

I guess my question is answered as I start typing out a message.

"It's Frank xo need someone to tell me I'm a little slut ;)" 

I hit send before I can talk myself out of this terrible decision, my heart racing like an olympic gold medalist. After about two minutes of anxiety ridden silence, a reply comes in.

"Is this a prank? I'm with friends but I WILL ditch them to come fuck you princess."

I bite my lip as I type out my next message, fantasizing about how this will go.

"It's not a prank baby, i wanna be ur worthless little fucktoy XO" 

I realize this is completely out of the blue when I've been turning him down on dates for weeks, but I make stupid decisions when I'm horny. His reply only takes seconds this time.

"Fuck baby, im omw right now."

I sit crisscross on the bed, smiling to myself. This may have started as a bad idea, but now I'm going to get laid and it's going to be just the way I want it, and it's going to hurt me like the kinky little shit I am. 

I mess with the hem of my skirt, just waiting for Gerard. I feel kind of bad for turning my relationship with him inherently sexual, because he is pretty damn cute. I make a mental note to ask him on a proper date when we're done.

Gerard's urgent knock soon sounds at the door. It would be a bad idea to open my door to the public in just a too-short skirt, so I yell through the apartment.

"The door's unlocked!" I hear the door open and him throw his bag on the ground.

"Frankie!? If you really-" He opens the door and stops in his tracks when he sees me. He checks me out in silent shock. "Fuck. Y-you're wearing a skirt." He says, stating the obvious.

"Is that a problem?" I say, almost too innocently, shifting so I'm sitting on my legs.

"Oh god no. You look fucking hot."

"Would I look hotter with you inside me baby, moaning your name?" We both know I fucking would.

He walks over to me and puts a hand at my bare side. 

"Fuck yeah." He pushes up my chin slightly and connects his lips with mine in a passionate kiss. It's hot and desperate, and tastes faintly of cinnamon. We pull away for a moment and he looks into my eyes. 

"How do you want it baby? I know you're not vanilla." He strokes my lower lip with his thumb.

"Degrading. Treat me like fucking trash. And rough sex too, I want it to hurt." He nods.