⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Smut? Or close to it? Depends on how awkward I feel writing it. If I get too awkward, it'll just hint at it.
Update: I did it. First time writing smut, but I did it. Woooooo.
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Y/N POV
My project was due tomorrow and I still haven't started it.
Fuck.
"Hey, shitface, can you come here?" I called out to Frank.
Of course he was in the kitchen. Raiding my refrigerator. Again.
"How are you not 500 pounds?" I questioned as he ate his fifth sandwich. "Also, are you gonna get a job and start buying groceries yourself or am I going to go broke trying to feed you?"
"That's a good question. Now, what do you want?" He asked with his mouth full.
"My project is due tomorrow so we need to start working on th-"
"Awwww, I made you happy!" He began cheering.
"Shut up, I need your face." I rolled my eyes at him as I opened up my sketchbook.
"Oh I'm sure you do." He smirked.
I decided not to answer and began drawing instead. No matter how hard I tried, no piece of art could compare to his beauty. He is art.
"Thanks, babe." Ah, right, demon.
Fuck off. I thought to him.
"Can't right now, I'm in the middle of you needing my face."
You're gross.
"Yeah, maybe, but you love me anyway." I rolled my eyes at him again. I really am going to get them stuck one day.
After about two and a half hours of drawing and lame banter, I finally finished it. It actually looked pretty okay.
"Let me see!" He squealed. I flipped my sketchbook around to show him.
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"Holy shit that's good." He said in awe.
"I'm glad you like it. Hopefully your beautiful face will get me a passing grade," I paused for a minute, thinking about something I hadn't wanted to, "But what about you? Do you have to leave now." Tears started welling up in my eyes. Why am I so damn sensitive?
"Not necessarily." He walked towards me, wiping the stray tear that ran down my face away. "We could always make another deal."
"Yeah, like what?" I sniffled. He thought for a minute before the goofiest smile creeped up his face.
"Alright, just listen. I know it may sound extreme, but what about this. I'll stay here with you as long as you want me here if," he paused for a minute, trying to read my face, "if you give me your soul whenever you die. Could be tomorrow, could be seventy years from now. Either way, you'd be around my happy ass for eternity."
I thought about it for a minute. I did want him to stay, yes. I didn't want to admit it, but eternity with him did sound amazing. But what happens to my soul when I die?
"You'll become like me. Usually you'd just get tortured or whatever," his voice lowered into a whisper as he continued, growing closer to my face, "but I'd take one-hundred years of beatings to prevent them from hurting you."
"Do we have a deal?" He asked in a hushed tone, cupping both sides of my face.
"Yes." He leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't like the sealing-kiss the last time we made a deal. This was that, but intensified.
After a few seconds, he pulled away and smiled at me. I wanted more. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him harder than before. This kiss was filled with passion and desire. We wanted each other in every way possible, that was obvious.
Without separating, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued making out as he carried me to my bedroom, or our bedroom? Wasn't sure about that one yet.
He gently laid me down on the bed, disconnecting from me only to climb on top of me before reconnecting our lips. I decided to tease him a little and bit his lip while rolling my hips into him, causing him to moan fairly loudly.
He began kissing my jaw and down my neck, making me gasp. My heart was racing from wanting him so badly. He quickly ripped my shirt off; literally. At least it wasn't a super nice one.
I grabbed the bottom of his and lifted it off of him, throwing it on the floor. He continued to attack my neck, slowly going lower and lower, leaving hickeys all over my neck, chest, and stomach.
He looked up at me real quick, asking permission to take my leggings off. I bit my lip and nodded at him and watched as he quickly took them off, as well as his own pants.
He crawled back over me and attacked my lips with his again as he started to grind into me. I moaned into his mouth, opening it enough for his tongue to enter and dance with mine.
He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, then proceeded to throw it behind him.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered as he looked down at me. He leaned back down, attaching his mouth to my left breast while lightly squeezing the right one, then vice versa.
"Frankie, please." I begged. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him now. He nodded and ripped my underwear off of me, kicking his boxers off as well.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked one last time. I gently placed my hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes.
"I'm positive." He leaned back in to kiss me as he slowly inserted himself into me. We gasped simultaneously before he began thrusting, slowly picking up speed each time.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He mumbled into my lips. I couldn't reply, all I could do was moan. I slowly dragged my nails down his back, most likely cutting into him. He hissed with pleasure as I did.
The room was filled with moans and whispered profanities. There is one thing that I'm certain of; the man has great stamina.
"Frankie, I'm close." I whispered as he kissed my neck again.
"So am I, baby girl." He replied as his thrusts slowly got sloppier. Suddenly an overwhelming sense of pleasure took over me as we both climaxed at the same time.
We both breathed out heavily, lightly kissing each other before he pulled out and laid down next to me.
"That was amazing." I spoke through shaky breaths. I looked over at his sweat covered face and kissed him one more time before cuddling into his side, falling into a deep sleep.
