Joyride (Frank Iero OneShot Collection)

Sex&Violence

(I'm writing this at 4am for my friend Taste_of_syn for her birthday today<3 she has a thing for chubby Frank and I can't say I blame her, so here it is..) -
You stand at the kitchen sink, your back turned towards the front door. You sat lounging around the house on your day off in your boyfriend franks shirt and a pair of underwear. His shirt was baggy and long on you, and he loved seeing you in his clothes. You hum peacefully as you look into the warm bubbly water, scrubbing a mug from breakfast when you hear the door open roughly.
You turn back quickly and before you can open your mouth you're cut off with Frank cursing.
"Fuck!!"
All you do is watch over your shoulder as he huffs and puffs.
"I've had a shit day at work babe" he stresses the "t" in "shit" because of how angry he is.
"Ughh I'm so damn stressed." He sits at the kitchen table for a minute while you go back to what you were doing.
"Frank, could you put this mug away, I can't reach it." You talk softly, turning around.
He nods and stomps over, taking the mug from you and putting it away.
You rinse off your soapy hands when you feel Frank pull you from the sink to turn you to face him.
"Frank I- my hands are soaked, hold on" you say in a confused tone.
But he just pulls you closer and starts kissing you, catching you so off guard that you wrap your wet hands around his neck to steady yourself.
You pull out of the kiss,
"Hey, don't hate fuck me, I didn't do anything wrong." You try and pry his lips from your neck.
He stops,
"Why not?"
"Because!! You can't take shit out on me that happens all the time. You're rough."
"What if" he whispers.
"What if fucking you is my vacation??"
"Fra-" you start
"Knees" he says sternly.
You sigh because you know the mood he's in.
But you drop down to your knees right there on the kitchen floor and start to unbutton his jeans.
You look up and smile at him as the sight of you stroking him turns you on suddenly.
And then you take him in your mouth.
"Ahh..thaaats what I needed" he sighs as he slowly angles his hips forward and back.
He runs his hands through your hair and gets a slightly sinister tone in his voice.
"You're so good to me" he shakily gasps.
You move your hand faster and he throws his head back and moans.
You try to slowly run your tongue along him to tease him but he won't have it, moving in and out of your mouth until you feel like you might gag, just when you go to breathe in he moves into your mouth and holds himself there, almost growling as he watches you. You start to choke and he moves and and pulls you up by your shoulders and pulls his shirt over your head, and wipes your eyes and mouth with it before throwing it on the floor.
"Frank, give me a minute"
You say as you try and fix yourself, but he gives you no time and pulls your panties down.
"Frank, what are you doing, Frank!"
You raise your voice as he lifts your leg up and enters you, a long moan escapes your mouth as he thrusts into you, the sudden pleasure taking your breath away.
He holds you as tight as he can as he fucks you, pressing you into the counter. You pull on his shirt as you maintain your balance, but he's so rough, you're losing it anyway.
He pulls you close,
"Want me to stop?" He pants.
"Oh, God..no! K-keep going babe" you stutter.
"You feel so..damn..good" he grunts as he moves into you, his hands leaving marks on your skin from their strength.
"Frank, my-" a gasp cuts off your sentence.
"My back, you're hurting me" you try and say as he thrusts the power from your voice.
He roughly lifts your legs around his waist then pins you to the closest wall, leaving a dull ache in your bones.
"Ugh, Frank, more, more" you moan, pulling his hair.
"More?" He whispers.
"I thought you didn't want me to hate fuck you?"
"I don't give a fuck, fuck me..please!" You claw at his back.
He grabs a fist full of your hair as he holds you up with his other hand, powering into you, leading you shaking and moaning to your orgasm. You lock your legs together around him as you moan, and then you feel him fill you up and hear his moans grow louder as your muscles relax and twitch from the strain.
He slowly lets your feet touch the floor, holding both sides of your face, kissing your lips over and over.

"Have fun trying to walk this week." He grins as moves away and zips up his jeans and grabs a beer from the fridge.
You scan your thighs, arms, abdomen, and see red and slightly grey bruises starting to form on your glistening skin.
He walks over to you, taking a sip of beer.
"Turn around" he says, and you do.
"Damn, they're all over your back" he says before he walks up to you and starts to kiss the bruises on your back, his lips are cold from the chilled bottle and it feels wonderful as he moves all around your body to cover every mark he left on you, holding your waist as you close your eyes.
He gently yet firmly pulls you closer to his body,
"Damn, seeing what I did to you makes me want to go for round two.." He gently kisses a hickey he gave you earlier.
"Maybe you'd get round two if you were more gentle the first time" you grin, leaning your head on the side of his neck.

--done--
(This was so hard to write because I thought it might start to offend people ugh I'm sorry)