Dark Frerard Smut

Baby, You're Mind-Blowing

Revenge!Frank
Danger Days!Gerard

Who else missed my "flat-out-porn" oneshots? I know I did.

This one isn't really dark, actually. I wouldn't label it "wholesome", either, but I found the concept highly amusing and decided to write it and give you all a small break from my usual dark content.

(And maybe subconsciously I wanted to write a full blowjob scene since that has always been a challenge for me, so you have that as well :D)

Hope you enjoy❤

xoxoxoxo

Frank gagged weakly, whimpering as he pulled off and wiped the spit from his chin. He was gasping brokenly, trying to swallow down the discomfort in his throat as it harshly opposed to the thick intrusion.

"Motherfucker..." he whispered, glancing at the dildo in his hand. He considered trying again when he realized that his mouth has had enough for today. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a defeated sigh before he shamefully made his way to the bathroom to clean his all-too-realistic looking toy.

He looked up at his own reflection. There was a brief mental discussion between real Frank and mirror Frank before a mutual decision was made that a simple dildo wouldn't suffice if he was going to master the skill of sucking dick by the end of the month.

He had hoped things wouldn't come to this, but the understanding that a real person was required for the task was slowly dawning on the young man as he chewed on his lip ring, awkwardly glancing at the note he had left on the counter, containing the number that his friend had given him a while ago. Jamia had promised that the owner of that number was the best at what they did, from serving as a fake date to being the escort of rich, old businessmen. Jamia said she's known that guy since college, so Frank took her word for that, but he was still unsure. As if the six years gap between him and that guy wasn't enough, it seemed too extreme of a decision to be making, but what other choice did he have? He wasn't going to practice on someone he knew from work, or random dudes at bars. He needed real help, and the number Jamia had given him seemed like an acceptable solution.

Frank contemplated for another minute or so before his desperation and distress got the best of him, and he went back to his bedroom to retrieve his phone, deciding that that was his best option if he was ever going to be ready in time.

xoxoxoxo

The knock on Frank's door the next day had him jump from where he had been nervously sitting on his couch. His lower lip felt raw from the amount of nipping and anxious biting it had endured for the past hour, but he ignored that as he wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his black jeans, and reached to unlock the door.

The first thing he noticed when he opened the door was the shock of red hair that he had not expected, the man who seemed significantly taller than Frank standing there at his doorstep, smiling politely as his eyes examined Frank for a brief second.

"Frank Iero, right?" Were the three words that brought Frank back down from his train of thoughts. He blinked rapidly before he smiled back at the man.

"Y-yeah, that's me. I... I called you about- um, about the-"

"Would you prefer to continue this conversation inside, sugar?" The twenty eight year old man - Gerard - interjected, barely bothering to hide his amused smirk when Frank's mouth remained open despite not saying anything. Sticking his head out to look around the corridor of his floor, Frank finally gave a quick nod before inviting Gerard into his apartment, carefully shutting the door behind them.

"Would you like a drink?" Frank asked despite his voice coming out more shaky than he would have liked. He watched as Gerard smoothly shed his jacket from his toned arms before hanging it on his forearm. The latter turned to smile at Frank, brushing some hair out of his eyes.