Filthy Frank x Reader (SMUT)

Unexpected Events

Frank grew an even wider smile and pinned your wrists above your head, gently placing his forehead on yours and whispered, 

"I'll make you beg and call me Papa.." 

This sent extreme shivers down your spine and your stomach grew a knot. That was actually pretty kinky and hot. 

"You want me to call you Papa?", you asked, shyly.  He pressed his lips tightly against yours, ignoring your question.  

"Be a good little girl and let Papa fuck you.", he growled.  You blushed brightly, turning your head away to hide your face.  You never knew this side of Filthy Frank.  You always assumed he was a loser who never got laid before, bluffing about all the 'I eat ass' and 'Pussy master' comments.  He reached down, still pinning your wrists with one hand, and slid his other into your underwear, but not yet touching you.  Your lips locked again, more intimate this time.  He gently nipped at your bottom lip, tugging occasionally and kissing all the way down the side of your neck.  

"F-Fuck..", you sighed, accidentally.  He grinned again, leaving small love bites on the weak, sensitive parts of your neck.  You instinctively pushed upwards so that his fingers caressed you, but he still wouldn't give in and let you have your way.  

"P-Papa..?", you whimpered, blushing deeper.  You felt his smile on your neck.

"Yes?", he smoothly asked back.  He was waiting for you to ask for it, which sent more electricity through your stomach.  Why was this so intimate and kinky?  You'd never had anyone ask you to call them 'Daddy' or 'Papa' before, although you were used to being a bit rough, but this made you feel innocent and shy.  Gathering all of your courage, you whimpered, 

"Please touch me..?"  He was still grinning, but he shook his head no.  

"Please touch me?", he repeated, "Please touch me, what?" 

You buried your face into his shoulder and whined.  

"Please touch me.. p-papa..?"  The words slowly came out, and he nodded in approval. 

"Good girl", he growled in your ear, then pressed his fingers gently yet firmly against your clit, slowly rubbing in circles.  Your cheeks were as red as could be, but you loved it.  He started to slow down and whispered, 

"What do you say to Papa for doing as you asked?"  

You squirmed a little, sighing, and replied, 

"T-Thank you, Papa.."  

He smiled widely and leaned in to kiss you, praising you again. 

"Good girl.  Do you want Papa to make you cum?" he asked in between kisses and gentle bites.  You shyly nodded, tugging his grip on your wrists.  His voice sounded so much different than before.  He was like a completely different person right now.  

"Papa will let your hands go if you promise to be a good girl, do you understand?" he cooed, gently releasing your wrists.  You nodded again, softly sighing as he sped up circling his fingers on your clit.  You tried to fight the urge to cum, because it had only just started, but he made it very hard to fight.  Just as you thought you were gaining control of yourself, he slid one finger inside you, gently pushing and pulling it out, teasing you.  You reached for his hand, but he grabbed your wrist and shook his head, pressing his forehead to yours. 

"You aren't trying to stop me, are you?" he growled, fingering you slightly faster.  

"Please fuck me, Papa?" you asked, becoming a little impatient.  Every time he heard you call him Papa, he smirked, but this time he denied you. 

"Papa isn't ready to fuck his little girl yet.. be patient." he softly scolded, sliding a second finger inside you.  Your cheeks were hot from blushing so much.  He released your hand and pulled up your shirt, massaging one of your breasts in tune with the pace in which his fingers pushed and pulled in and out of you.  Soft moans escaped your lips, but were muffled by his deep kiss.  His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, his hot breath on your lips.  You weren't very good at kissing like this, but he took full control, as if teaching you how it's done.  He pulled both fingers out from inside you and teased, circling your clit for a moment, then trailing back to push inside you, over and over again.  You felt yourself tensing up, trying to rush into climax, but he wouldn't let you.  Every time you seemed to be getting close, he'd back off and continue once he knew you were back at his mercy.  

"Would you like Papa to fuck you now?" he finally asked, slowly retrieving his hand from your underwear.  You began to blush again, but boldly replied, 

"Yes, please fuck me, Papa?  Please make me cum?"  

Without hesitation, he pulled your pants completely off, then pulled down his own.  

"We need to hurry before the others come back." he added, situating himself above you.  He stopped for a moment, thinking to himself, then swiftly rolled you onto your stomach, shoving a pillow under your belly and pulling your ass up into the air.  You reached behind you, trying to grab his arm, but he pinned your wrist behind your back and pushed your upper half into the bed, still pulling your ass up with his other hand.  

"Let Papa fuck you this way." he demanded in a smooth, calm voice.  You buried your face into the bed in embarrassment.  

"Y-Yes, Papa..", you shyly surrendered.  

"Good girl..", he praised as he very gently pressed the tip of his dick against you, asking permission to enter.  He rubbed the tip up and down, massaging your clit to get you even wetter.  As he made his way back to your entrance, you pushed backwards into him, causing him to slip inside.  A soft, yet loud moan escaped your mouth.  He took a deep breath, slowly pushing deeper inside you, pulling back out, then reaching down with his free hand to circle your clit once more.  His strong grip on your wrist, pinned down behind your back, made you want more.  

"Please, harder, Papa?", you begged, your breathing all jagged.  Without a word, he began pushing faster inside you.  He was a lot bigger than you expected, stretching your tight pussy.  

"Thank you, Papa~", you praised, pleasure clearly taking over your voice.  His pace quickened, becoming rougher as his grip tightened on your wrist.  He reached up with the other hand to wrap his fingers in your hair, tugging gently, but enough to turn you on even more.  You didn't want this to end.  He kept thrusting inside you, over and over, roughly hitting against the inside.  You wanted to cum so badly, but couldn't, as if you felt you needed to ask permission.  His hand released your hair and trailed down your neck, stopping at your shoulder to use as leverage before fucking you even harder, bouncing you off of him repeatedly.  You tightly closed your eyes, nearly screaming in pleasure.  

"P-Papa?", you moaned loudly.  He leaned down, still fucking you, to whisper in your ear.

"Yes?"  

One simple word, the way he said it, almost sent you over the edge, but you held on tightly.  

"Please, can I come now, Papa? It feels really good, I can't hold it anymore~", you begged, practically screaming.  He began fucking you faster, bouncing you hardly off of himself.  

"Cum for Papa", he demanded.  Your eyes closed tightly again, clawing at the sheet with your free hand and attempting to claw his grip on your wrist with the other.  You curled your toes, pushing your legs out behind you as if you were trying to crawl away from the pleasure.  He released your wrist and put both hands on either side of your waist, giving you all he had.  

"Cum for Papa", he repeated, sounding even more demanding.  You couldn't hold back any longer.  You felt it quickly build up inside you, and just as he slammed inside you one last time, you came harder than you ever had before.  He simultaneously pulled out and came all over your bare, wet, throbbing pussy.  You both breathed heavily, staying in position.  After a moment, he praised, 

"Good girl."  

You buried your face into the sheets again, in shock of what had just happened.  That was the best sex you'd ever had.  

"Now let's go get cleaned up.", he whispered, a wide grin across his mouth.