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Gee Way had always just been Mikey's weird older sister. A phantom that Frankie knew basically nothing about, except that she used to live in the family basement, she was in her first year of art school in the city, and drew comic books for a living.
They'd only met her once, way before she moved away for school and changed her name. She was an awkward, hunched form buried under a mountain of loose clothing. When they’d met, Gee shook Frankie’s hand too tightly and stared way too hard with doll-like eyes smudged in crusted eyeliner. She looked haunted and a subcategory of off-putting that belonged in a psychosexual movie. It prickled Frankie’s skin in a way they weren’t sure was discomfort.
Mikey talked about her a lot, and if Frankie is really honest, they hadn't listened to a second of it.
“Dude, Frankie, come on. I swear she's not as weird as I've made her seem,” Mikey pleaded, going as far as to grab their arm and shake them violently.
“I'm not going to fuck your weird older sister. I don't even know her, man.” They shook the younger Way sibling off. “You were just telling me she used to try to suck people's blood.”
For the past two hours, they'd been high off their asses, taking turns playing different cassettes and trying to one-up each other with how obscure their music taste is. Frankie had put on a band that made Mikey shoot up straight, blabbing on about how much he reckoned they would like his sister.
“I didn't say fuck her,” he defended swiftly and lay back down on the plush carpet of Frankie’s bedroom. “Just meet her? She's nerdy and a bit weird, but she's very dykey and likes the same stuff as you.”
Frankie scoffed and shook their head. “I don’t think you’re allowed to say that,” they mumbled. “Plus, I'm not going to meet her just because we're the only two lesbians you know, Mikey.”
“It's not just that, it's….” he trailed off and wagged his eyebrows obnoxiously in that specific way only a little brother can master. It was irritating.
When Frankie doesn't catch on, Mikey casts a look at Frankie over the top of his skinny-framed glasses. They know that look, and everything in them screamed not to prod, but Frankie is fucking nosey at heart.
“It's…” they prompted.
Mikey grinned at them sheepishly, moving himself an inch over as if expecting them to hit him.
“I've seen the bruises on your neck and on your wrists, Frankie. I know what you're into, and I'm just saying that you and Gee would get along.”
Jesus fucking christ.
Frankie covered their ears and all but screamed. They did not want to hear that, apparently, their best friend knows they like to get kinky with it.
“She's been having a hard time lately, and I think she would like you,” Mikey continued to yell over the garble of lalala’s Frankie is screaming.
“Dude, shut the fuck up, please. I don't want to know that you know or that your sister has the same…. proclivities.”
“Fine, you fucking pussy,” Mikey huffed and punched Frankie in the arm, hard.
“Why do you know that about your sister anyway?” Frankie questioned while swatting back at Mikey, landing a solid punch on his skinny bicep.
“Gee has no fucking filter, man," Mikey groaned. "Last week, when she came home for the weekend, she told me something about a fluffy pair of handcuffs and multiple fingers up her ass that I really didn't need to know.”
Mikey looks truly haunted, and Frankie can't help but laugh at his despair.
“Well, now I really don't think I want to fuck your sister if she's going to tell you that I like being called daddy in bed,” Frankie joked, honking out a laugh when it's Mikey’s turn to cover his ears.
“Whatever, dude,” he rolled his eyes before setting them on Frankie. “Can I tell her you're interested, though?”
They sighed long and exasperated, but there was a tinge of interest that picked at their brain. Mikey was their best friend and had been for a while; they liked all the same things, music, movies, and the same shitty clubs. He'd developed his taste from somewhere, and if he's so great, surely his sister will be fine too.
“I'll think about it, okay?” They offered, and Mikey smiled so wide and bright, Frankie worried it would burn their retinas.
“You're going to love her.”
Frankie doubted that.
—
Mikeyway (14:02): Gee says she'd be down to meet you.
Frnkiero (14:05): I told you I'd think about it, Michael.
Mikeyway (14:07): It's been two days, I've let you think about it, and now I've told Gee, and she's excited to meet.
“Fuck,” Frankie sighed at no one in particular.
Truthfully, they hadn't actually considered meeting Gee. Every time the thought crossed their mind, Frankie’s brain would play out a scenario where Mikey’s weird sister lured them into a dark alley and feasted on their blood. They’d freak out about how that particular scenario didn’t actually scare them at all. Frankie had planned to tell Mikey they didn't think meeting Gee was a good idea, but leave it to the Way siblings to scheme behind their back.
Frnkiero (14:10): You're such a little shit, Michael.
Mikeyway (14:11): So I've been told.
Mikeyway (14:11): Is that a yes?
“Goddamn bastard,” they mumbled as they stared at the blinking cursor.
It could be nice. Gee could be a well-adjusted person who is pleasant to have conversations with and won't put a spell over them to make them pliable and easy to drain. They might even get along, as much as you can, when your best friend and his sister schemed you into a pseudo-date.
They think back to what Mikey had said about the things they both had in common, and by God, if that's not intriguing. Maybe Gee would like to be tied down and played with until she cries, maybe she'd tie them down and play with them until they cried.
Frankie totally doesn't have high hopes for their pseudo-date as their fingers fly over the keyboard.
Frnkiero (14:15): Just this once, Michael Way, do you understand me?
—
Mikey Way has several blunt and violent threats in his inbox as Frankie’s cab pulled up outside the address the younger Way sibling had texted them, promising that Gee would be there and expecting them.
What he conveniently left out was the fact that the place they were meeting her for the first time was a sex club. A sex club that is hosting a BDSM party. Michael fucking Way.
The second Frankie got inside the club, they felt severely overdressed and like they had stepped foot into a scene from a porn video.
Moving through the space was no easy feat. They had naturally curious eyes. It was bound to happen that they would be frozen on the spot, watching a leashed man on his knees licking the toe of his owner's boot. A crowd of people had gathered around a girl being spanked in a pillory. Frankie watched for a moment, feeling a lurch in their stomach when the girl moaned as another woman brought a hefty-looking flogger down hard on her ass.
The club is daunting, possibly an old warehouse. Techno music bounced off high ceilings and metal frames, open-plan spacing, and miles upon miles of latex, leather, chains, and unclothed skin. A true-to-form fucking sex club.
They wished they had asked Mikey for Gee’s number. They had no clue what she looked like; the low lighting making it harder to discern people's faces. It's overwhelming, and Frankie moved quickly, side-stepping dancing bodies and eyeing off the bar pushed to the back wall.
Flashing coloured strobe lights disoriented them, and they blinked hard. A gleam of red catches their eye, and they stop between the masses.
Cherry-red hair is the first thing they notice about the girl — shoulder-length, sharp-angled, at-home cut, highlighted by the harsh lighting. Her eyes are shut and her head thrown back as she jerks to the music in less than graceful movements, but Frankie was captivated.
They watched as the tall girl was closed in on by two other bodies, one on either side of her, fingers digging into her soft waist as they ground up against each other. Frankie felt almost as if they were intruding, watching an intimate moment when one of the pair slides their hand up to grip around the girl's throat. They pulled her head back to rest on their shoulder as the other leaned in and bit her right on the junction between her shoulder and neck. The red-haired girl's mouth fell open, and whatever sound she made got lost in the loud music.
Something shifted over Frankie, and they averted their eyes, suddenly feeling like a pervert despite the space they're in. They moved through the warehouse and sat down at the bar, flashes of the girl still on their mind as they shouted their drink order at the bondage gear-clad bartender.
The club was sweltering, all that body heat. As soon as Frankie had the drink in their hand, half of it was already gone. They looked around and tried to make out people's faces. There was a brief memory of Gee's baby face. The last time Frankie had seen her was well over a year ago. They remembered the bit of fat that stuck around under her chin and the way her body had held weight around her hips.
Gee had always been Frankie's type, even if they didn't know it at that time. She was always beautiful, and when Frankie had heard the news from Mikey, they weren't surprised in the slightest. They only had one regret, though: not seeing her sooner, so they could pick her face out of the fucking crowd.
Mikey had said Gee was awkward and a bit of a hermit; Frankie eyed the seated section at the bar and the couches that lined the wall, expecting to see her hunched figure slunk low in the dark, but all they saw were people with a serious case of exhibitionism.
The song changed, and the thought that Gee had stood them up floated into their brain. It made their skin prickle uncomfortably.
Frankie downed the last half of their drink and ordered another. They had to call Mikey, maybe get him to describe his sister, so Frankie could stop looking like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
They pulled out their phone to dial Mikey. It's late, but they're just buzzed enough not to care about waking him up.
“God, please don't tell me you pocket-dialled me while fucking my sister,” Mikey groaned as he picked up, voice just loud enough to hear over the club music.
“Dude, no, I’m at the bar in this fucking sex club, and I can't even find your sister. Are you sure she's here?” Frankie yelled down the receiver, still looking around at the mass of people.
“Yeah, Frankie, Gee goes to that club every weekend. I promise she's there; you need to look for her.”
“I don't even fucking know what she looks— wait," They cut themself off. "I thought you said she was expecting me?” Frankie questioned, eyebrows furrowed for a second at the long, guilty silence on the other end, then the realisation hit them. “You fucking lied to me, didn't you?”
“I'm sorry?” Mikey offered sheepishly, and Frankie wanted to rip his face off.
They opened their mouth to start yelling before Mikey cut them off. “Listen, Gee doesn't like organised meetings. She gets awkward, and the no filter problem gets worse, and I knew you wouldn't agree to meet her like this, so yes, I lied.”
“Mikey, what the fuck, man? I’m going home.”
“No, no,” Mikey yelled, genuine panic in his small, tinny voice. “I’m going to text her. Just don’t leave, please.” And he promptly hangs up on them.
Frankie scoffed, shaking their head and angerily sipping at their new drink. The heat in the club makes the glass sticky with condensation, and they wipe their hand on their jeans, elbow just missing the hip of the person who had walked up to the bar and leaned on the wood next to them.
Lifting their head to apologise, Frankie's mouth went bone dry. Shaggy cherry-red hair and smooth ivory skin filled their field of vision, and they almost toppled the glass over.
She is even more beautiful now that they can see her directly; her rounded face and upturned features, almost pixie-like in a way that had their heart racing and their throat dry as fucking desert.
The girl is familiar in that way a stranger you’ve seen once or twice in passing is. It’s something about her nose and the shape her mouth makes when she smirks like she’s in on a joke no one else is. Frankie can’t place her, though. It could be the harsh lighting from the club, or it might be the fact that the bartender is heavy-handed and takes the shot-glass measurement as a suggestion.
Red-haired hot girl stood with her back to the bar, watching the people on the floor move like an amalgamated mass, and Frankie watched her.
The lights change to something soft, casting the girl in a halo of light. Frankie could see her now; the profile of her face, backlit by a spotlight, softening her features into their natural roundness.
Frankie didn't mean to let their eyes linger, but they caught sight of the large, grey fur coat and an obscenely short skirt. Soft flesh bulging over the waistband, full, soft-looking ass cheeks poked out the bottom. It's fitting for the club, but fuck, it's an obscene outfit.
She scuffed the toe of a platform boot into the ground, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. A tiny bikini top and small breasts made the silver glitter on her skin stand out, glinting in the light, and hard nipples left impressions through the material. It was fucking hard to tear their eyes away.
The girl is something out of Frankie’s wet dreams: tall, soft stomach slightly breaching the waistband of her skirt, glittery soft skin, and so fucking sweet that they want to lick her just to find out if she tastes as sweet as she looks.
She looks like she smells good, and Frankie immediately cringes at themself for thinking that thought.
“Hi,” the girl said in their direction, turning her head to look at them. Her voice is just audible over the music, but they still jump a mile high in their seat.
Frankie turned to the side, expecting the girl to be greeting someone else, but the guy next to them was deep in conversation with a girl in a strappy contraption of an outfit.
The redhead laughed loudly, and they turned back to look at her, eyes caught on her thrown-back head and the blossoming bite mark-shaped bruise on the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. Frankie wants to trace the bite with their tongue.
“Yeah, I’m talking to you, honey,” the girl laughed, her eyes sparkling as she smiled coyly at Frankie.
“Oh, sorry,” they yelled back awkwardly, cheeks burning a bright red. “I didn’t expect someone so beautiful to be talking to me.” Their mouth spat out before they could stop themself.
Frankie cringed at themselves hard, but their horrible attempt at flirting had the smile on the girl's face widening even further, and she giggled, this dorky little sound that spreads warmth down their spine. The taller girl leaned into them even further, and Frankie’s knee pressed into her thigh.
“Well, aren't you just a little sweeter talker?” the girl bats her eyelids in an exaggerated show, and it's Frankie’s turn to laugh now as they shrugged, head ducking down when they feel a heated flush work its way onto their cheeks. "You here alone?"
Frankie nodded their head, more of a jerk of the muscles than an actual nod, but the girl is still smiling at them. There was something predatory in her eyes when she looked at Frankie, like the cat that got the fucking canary.
The brief bit of awkward flirting is, apparently, where their confidence ends, though. They know the girl is watching them, her eyes burned into their skull, and when she nudges Frankie with her thigh, Frankie’s head snaps up to find her much closer than before.
“I saw you watching me before, by the way,” she said, fingers pressed over the bite on her neck as she moved even closer, almost completely flush with Frankie’s side. The girl leaned down, her lips just above Frankie’s ear. “Do you want to take a bite of me too, handsome?”
Frankie gaped at her a moment. Surely this isn't fucking real. Their drink must be spiked, or the pillory from before had collapsed and put them in a dope ass fucking coma.
But no. The girl was there, real as the light that shone behind her and made her glow. It could have been the booze, or it could have been the girl's unwavering attention on them, but there was sudden, and most definitely alcohol-infused confidence that crashed through them.
“Yeah, I really would.”
Frankie's heartbeat was in their throat and in their ears when they placed their hand on the taller girl's exposed waist, fingers digging into soft flesh, and a plastered-on smug smile when the other girl’s breath hitched, her eyes wide in her head.
They remember they’re meant to be looking for Mikey’s sister when the pressure of the girl against their side grows. They feel bad for half a second until the girl in front of them is lowering herself onto their lap sideways, platform-clad legs dangling ever so slightly, glittery lips an inch from Frankie's.
She's so close to them, and Frankie can take in her eyes — smudged eyeliner and eyelashes so long they sweep her cheek when she blinks. Her light brown irises are slightly green when the light changes direction.
“What's your name, sweetheart?” the girl whispered, hot breath fanning over their lips.
“Frankie,” they breathed out, an inch away from closing the distance between them.
They were startled when the girl on their lap threw her head back and let out a barking laugh, her shoulder shaking with it.
“No fucking way,” she shouted, making the people around them regard the pair with weary eyes. “I’m Gee, Mikey’s sister.”
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Mikey is so unbelievable, I'm going to beat that fucking nerd,” she huffed.
Gee groans, her head slumped down on Frankie's shoulder for a split second, before she moved to get off them. Frankie tightened their grip on her waist, their entire body swarmed with heat when they met Gee’s eyes. Amusement is evident on her face as her gaze flits from Frankie's face down to their neck and the ink on their skin. She settles on their lap again.
“Your brother lied to me to get me here, by the way,” Frankie told her and ignored the way the tips of their ears burned at Gee’s blatant objectification as if they weren’t doing the same moments before. “He told me you were expecting to meet me here tonight.”
“Of course he did,” she sighed and bit at her lip when Frankie shot her a questioning look.
“He's been trying to get me to meet you for a while, actually. I said no,” Gee said. Guilt seeped into her tone. “Not because I didn't want to, but I get awkward and weird when meeting new people, I feel all this pressure to be someone I'm not, and I just fuck up and weird people out and start talking about my siren DnD character or fuckin’ like the psychology behind foot fetishes-” she rambled on.
Frankie's eyes tracked Gee's hands moving around while she rambled. They were nice hands, long and slender, artist hands. They noticed that her pinkie stuck out at a weird angle, and when she rested them in her lap, the knuckles under the skin shifted. Frankie tried hard not to think about those long, delicate fingers and how they'd feel inside of them, digging into their back. How her hands would look while handing them a cup of coffee in the morning or wrapped around a pencil as she sketched lines on a page.
"-And the last girl I talked to, I somehow ended up showing her the Star Wars porn I drew, and like, apparently," She does air quotes with her fingers, "That's not an appropriate first date conversation."
No filter. Endearing. Beautiful. Fucking weird.
Frankie laughed at Gee’s absent-minded rambling story until Gee catches herself halfway through an anecdote about the morals of character porn.
"Sorry," Gee mumbled, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. She shifts on their lap, and Frankie has a brief flash of panic, thinking that she is going to get up from their lap and disappear into the night.
“I was going to say no to meeting you before he lied to me," Frankie confessed. "But if we're being honest, I think you're pretty cool so far." They flushed high on their cheeks.
Gee's smile is soft when she nods, her shoulders unbunched from her ears, and the guilt and tightness that lined her face turn into something that resembles nerves.
"You think I'm cool?" Gee asked, her hand coming up to idly play with a curled strand of Frankie's hair against their neck.
"Yeah," Frankie smiled. "I mean, it's not every day a girl starts talking to you about Star Wars porn within the first twenty minutes of meeting them."
"Oh my god," Gee groaned and hid her face against Frankie's shoulder.
She's so fucking cute. Frankie's hands ache with the urge to tilt her head up and connect their lips. They can feel the warmth of her face on their shoulders through the fabric of their shirt. It feels right.
“What has Mikey told you about me?” Gee questioned wearily as she lifted her head to look at them. Frankie’s hand travelled down from her waist to lay across her thighs; more friendly territory. Play it safe.
“That you're closed off and awkward," They laughed. "And you used to try to suck people's blood,” Frankie feigned being affronted, eyes widened in faux shock.
Gee snorted as she rolled her eyes. Her hand rested on Frankie's shoulder, and the contact made them shiver, though Gee is like a space heater against them.
“Wow,” she drew out. “My brother, the greatest wing man. You try to suck one person's blood in middle school, and suddenly that's all you're known for? Ridiculous.”
“I’d let you suck my blood.” Frankie tried to get out as smoothly as possible. Their body is their worst enemy, and their voice cracks. They immediately wished the floor would open up and swallow them whole.
The look Gee gave them is downright dangerous; her lip caught between her teeth. White, sharp canines glint in the light and something flashed behind her eyes as she shifted in Frankie’s lap, a subtle grind of her hips down against the crotch of Frankie's jeans.
“No, baby,” Gee's sweet, nasal voice had dropped to a sultry purr. She shook her head and lowered herself deeper into Frankie’s lap, their lips again only an inch apart. “You’d be the one doing the sucking.”
A moan slipped out of Frankie's mouth before they could stop it. Gee's smile is sticky and sweet, and just as soft as her lips when they're pressed to Frankie's. One of Gee’s hands slides up their arm and neck until she tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of their neck.
Fingers scratched at their scalp lightly as Gee licks her way into Frankie’s mouth. Her lips are sweet and warm when they move against theirs. Frankie shivers deeply when they open up to let her tongue inside, spit slick and incredibly fucking hot. It's obscene and wet from the start, like something out of a porn video.
They subtly ground their hips up against Gee's ass when she sucked on their tongue, moaning feverishly. The bar stool creaks ominously under them, and Frankie pouts when Gee pulls back, but not without a quick nip to their bottom lip. She chuckles at them with red, kiss-swollen lips.
Frankie is struck by how beautiful she is, a halo of light behind Gee casting her in a deep red glow, skin shining with glitter. Her softer body is so mouldable and distinctly feminine in a way that makes Frankie ache with lust.
Gee is delicate in their hands, a live, warm body, and they hold her like something sacred. At the same time, Frankie wants to ruin her, to crumple her edges and smooth them back out, watch her makeup drip down her face as she writhes, unable to hide her pleasure.
Their hand tightened on her thigh, leaning into her heavily. “Still want me to take a bite out of you?”
A sharp whine is pulled out of Gee's throat, and she shivers on their lap.
“Please.”
“I thought you'd be so easy like this,” Frank mocked, self-satisfied at the dynamic shift and digs their fingers deep into the soft flesh, bruising the tender skin as Gee's gasp rings like a sweet melody in their ears. “A little bit of pain and I can see you hard through your skirt.”
“Fuck, Frankie,” she whined, hand pressed down against the length under her skirt.
“Your place or mine?” Frankie asked, eyes stuck on creamy pale thighs and the soft black material that had ridden up when she shifted back. It does nothing to cover the dark red lace between her legs.
“I live on campus.” She pushed out of their grip and off Frankie's lap completely, landing with a thump of her boots. “And I don't want to face Mikey and listen to him gloat about being right. So, your place?”
Frankie nodded their head and grabbed her hand when she offered it. Gee pulls them through the maze of club patrons until they're outside, the cold night air a relief from the humid, sticky warmth inside.
“You drove here?”
Gee gave a short nod, cocking her head. “My car is down the street,” she bites at her thumb, and takes off with Frankie in tow.
“You don't drink?” Frankie questioned and fell into step beside the taller girl, their fingers brushing every few steps. Out of the corner of their eye, Frankie sees her gnawing at her lip.
“I'm sober,” Gee said quietly, voice almost lost to the night, before she cleared her throat. “I've had issues in the past with alcohol and pills. I scared my family, and more importantly, Mikey, too many times, so I had to stop.” After a moment, “Sorry, you probably didn't need to know all that.”
Frankie laughed as Gee cringed at her brain-to-mouth filter not doing its damned job. Reaching out, Frankie tangles their fingers together and squeezes her hand. Maybe it’s too intimate for whatever this is, but Frankie doesn’t care; her hand is soft, and she squeezes back.
“I want to know things about you,” Frankie assured, letting their joined hands swing back and forth.
“Like what?”
They hum for a moment. “Favourite movie?”
“Wow, straight into the hard-hitting questions,” Gee laughed. “Dawn Of The Dead. The nineteen seventy-eight original. You?”
“Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein, nineteen thirty-one and thirty-five,” Frankie said smugly, shooting Gee an equally cocky smile.
She stops short, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t get into a pretentiousness competition with me, Frankie. I will beat your ass every time.”
“Alright, alright,” Frankie chuckled, free hand held up in surrender. “Favourite band?”
“I have more than one answer,” Gee warned and pulled them along as she turned a corner. “Bikini Kill, Portishead and The Smashing Pumpkins.”
“I see where Mikey gets his taste from.”
“Yeah, he stole it from me, along with the cassettes and about twenty band shirts.”
“In his defence, you did leave them behind when you moved into the dorms,” Frankie snorted when Gee shot a glare at them.
“Don’t be on his side,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes. “What about you? Favourite band?”
“Same warning, I have more than one,” Frankie replied, listing them on their fingers. “Misfits, absolute favourites, nothing will ever top them. Black Flag, The Bouncing Souls and like fucking Iron Maiden.”
“Oh, excellent fucking choices, Frankie,” Gee complimented with an approving nod of her head. “I knew Mikey had to be around a great influence when he started bringing up Misfits.”
“What can I say? I’m just great like that,” Frankie joked.
"Okay, my turn," Gee said. She tilted her head while thinking of a question in a stupidly adorable way that Frankie has to try not to think about. "Opinion on vampires?"
"I'm not even a little bit surprised that's your question," Frankie laughed.
Gee shot them a faux affronted look and put her free hand on her heart. "I have no idea what you could ever mean."
"Yeah, alright, little miss, you try to suck one person's blood one time," Frankie mocked and snorted out a laugh when Gee bumped her shoulder against theirs.
"No, but seriously, I want to know your opinion on vampires."
"Well, it depends," Frankie said, their thumb rubbing over the top of Gee's hand. "Are we talking about Bela Lugosi's Dracula, Count Orlok, or like the sexy vampires from The Lost Boys?"
"You're overthinking it, I think," Gee said after a moment. "Sexy vampires, yes or no?"
"Yes."
"Scary vampires, yes or no?"
Frankie hummed. "No."
"Why not?"
"Do you want to get your blood sucked by a scary-looking creature of the night?" Frankie asked her, their eyebrows raised.
Gee, not so subtly, tried to hide the way she makes a sly face before she can stop herself and laughed when Frankie looked at her in shock. "Listen, I'm not a prude."
"Oh, really? So you'd want Count Orlok sucking on that neck of yours?"
"I wouldn't mind," She shrugged. "Though it would be hotter if it were you."
"Freaky," Frankie laughed and squeezed her hand, smiling when she squeezed back.
"You're the one taking me home," Gee sing-songed.
Gee stopped short again, this time in front of a beat-up old car. She bent over and pulled keys and her phone out of the tight confines of her boot.
Frankie can’t help but stare at her. The black skirt rode all the way up, letting them get a full view of those dark red lace panties, stretched tight over her ass. Gee looked back over her shoulder, biting her lip and swaying her hips slightly.
Frankie is taken for a fucking loop at how sweet and funny Gee can be one second and then the next? A massive fucking slut. It's so hot Frankie can feel an ache between their legs. If they had less class, they’d bend Gee over the hood of her car and fuck her through to next week. It's tempting, and they contemplate it, but the thought of having Gee spread out, on her back, on their bed is far more appealing.
“Fucking tease,” Frankie moaned when Gee righted herself and slapped away their outstretched hand before they could grab a handful of her ass.
“I like to show myself off,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. She unlocked her car and made a sweeping gesture. “Get in.”
Frankie all but threw themselves into Gee’s car, reaching over to place a sketchbook, a tin of pencils and a few empty Diet Coke cans onto the backseat. They give her their address, and she kicks the car into drive. The radio comes alive, blasting a bubbly pop song into the air. Frankie shoots her a look, and she grins back at them.
“Was not expecting that,” Frankie laughed as Gee turned the volume dial almost all the way down.
“I’m a girl of multitudes, Frankie.”
“I can see that,” they said darkly, eyes tracking Gee when she licks her lips.
Gee's eyes remain focused on the road, but Frankie can see her watching them every so often out of her peripheral vision. Frankie is curious, so they let their hand travel over the centre console to land on Gee's thigh, just above her knee. Their fingers trace soft little circles into the skin, hand getting higher with feather-light strokes on her upper thigh.
“I'm not going to lie, when Mikey told me about you, I wasn't expecting you to be so…” she trailed off with a small laugh, thigh twitching under Frankie's fingers.
"So…?" they prompted with a sly grin.
Gee turned her head to look at them, just for a moment, before turning back to the road. "So…gentle."
“Oh, God. What did Mikey tell you about me?”
“Clearly not enough,” she remarked with a smirk. “I do know all about the bruises you show up with. Your neck, wrists, and thighs.” She’s smiling when Frankie groans, leans forward and thumps their head against the dashboard.
“Michael,” Frankie groaned and pulled back to look at Gee, searching their head for the right thing to say.
“Hey, Mikey might judge and divulge secrets, but I certainly do not,” Gee laughed. They're on the highway, and the lights from passing cars cast Gee’s head in a ring of light. “What are you into?”
Frankie regarded her with a serious look over the centre console. “Judgement-free zone, right?”
“Oh, completely.”
“Alright. First and foremost, I mainly like to do the fucking,” Frankie listed on their fingers, eyes cast down to avoid looking at Gee until they finished. “I switch it up occasionally, but usually I top.”
“Actually, that's perfect. I'm a bottom,” Gee said, a sheepish smile on her adorable, round face.
“Like I couldn't tell,” Frankie teased under their breath and earned themselves a light whack on the thigh.
“What else? Let me guess.” Gee hummed in thought. Her fingers tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel. “You like to be called daddy or, I don’t fucking know, king big dick or some shit?”
Frankie’s head shot up, and they gaped at her in shock. “I don’t know what type of freak you take me for, but ew. Absolutely not.”
“Hey, no judgment,” Gee accused. “We’re all freaks here. I can call you daddy if you want, Frankie.” She turned to look at them, her eyes sparkling with barely contained laughter.
“Oh, I’m so not fucking you now,” Frankie huffed and rolled their eyes fondly at Gee’s nasally giggle.
“No, I’m sorry,” Gee whined and tried to stifle her laugh behind her lips. “Please fuck me, Frankie?”
Frankie isn’t quick enough to hide their sharp inhale at her words and that whiny tone. They immediately turn red when they feel her eyes on them. “Oh?”
“Gee…”
“Begging. Huh.”
“Gee.”
“No judgment, Frankie,” Gee said seriously. “I can beg for you, baby.”
Her eyes tracked Frankie, watching the way their breath stuttered in their chest. Frankie cleared their throat and squeezed Gee's thigh.
“Eyes on the road,” they rasped and burned red when Gee bit at her lip before her eyes moved back to the empty street.
“Alright, what else?” she asked after Frankie had instructed her on which turn-off to take.
They hummed for a moment, deciding how much information they wanted to volunteer. Gee already knew some aspects of what they liked, knew about the less-than-innocent bruises that frequently adorned their neck, wrist and any visible stretch of limb, all because Mikey is incapable of keeping his fucking mouth shut.
“I like my partners to mark me up. Scratch the fuck out of my back, bite me, grab me so hard I have bruises for a week,” Frankie said and chuckled to themself. “But you already knew that.”
“Yeah,” Gee breathed.
She shifted in her seat — a quick, subtle clenching of her thighs. She's not quick enough to hide it, and Frankie digs their fingers into the pillowy skin, wanting to see her react. Gee gasped and tensed again, effectively trapping Frankie’s fingers between her thighs.
“You like that?” Frankie asked, drenched in condescension. "You want to hurt me, sweetheart?" It's teasing and cruel, the way Frankie's tone mocks her, speaking down to her. They're delighted when Gee’s thighs twitch, and she exhales sharply. “Being talked down to does it for you, too, huh?”
“Shut up, Frankie,” Gee huffed and stared hard at the road in front of her. Frankie chuckled to themself, fingers still trapped between her thighs.
They tried to move their hand inward so they could cup Gee over her underwear, but the smallest shift of movement had her tensing around Frankie's hand.
“Can I have my hand back?”
“No,” Gee shook her head and, if even possible, tightened her legs around Frankie’s hand. “Those fingers are mine now.”
“Kinky.”
“Shut the fuck up, Frankie.”
Any goaded retort Frankie thought was lost when they pulled up in front of their place, and the stark realisation that they were not only about to fuck Mikey’s weird older sister, but that Mikey, annoying, was right. They did genuinely like Gee. It pissed them off slightly. Fucking Mikey.
Frankie didn’t want this to just be a once-off fuck and run. Frankie wanted Gee in their life, to be told to shut the fuck up when they told stupid jokes, to hear about art school, what she’s currently drawing and all the pretentious movies she likes. How she likes her coffee, which cigarettes she smokes and what she keeps in her bedside drawers. Hopeless romantic motherfucker.
There's this sudden need, fueled by the deep affection — the deep need to make Gee theirs. It hits hard and heavy on Frankie's mind, like a primal, perverse cuteness aggression. They wanted to know all about the things that made Gee tremble, moan and fucking beg. What made her so loud that they'd have to worry about the neighbours. How to fucking ruin her pretty little face and then watch her make it back up in the mirror while they held her around the waist and told her the colour she chose compliments her so well.
Gee shuts off the engine and turns in her seat to look at Frankie. They felt her stare at the side of their face without having to turn. “So…”
“So…” Frankie echoed and pulled their hand back when Gee loosened her grip.
“Are you going to invite me in?” she asked.
Frankie turned to look at her, and her small top teeth showed when she worried her lip between them. Endearing and sweet and so fucking sexy, Frankie is tempted to grab her hand and yank her out of the car and into their apartment with absolutely no grace or decorum.
"Do you want to come in?" Frankie asked instead, using every bit of patience they had so as not to freak Gee out with their overeagerness.
They felt pent up, like a dog kept in the house all day, watching the front door open onto lush green grass and ready to make a break for it.
"Yeah," Gee replied, and surprisingly, she looked nervous.
It reigned Frankie back a bit, and they smiled at her softly as they nodded their head. The short walk from Gee's car to Frankie's front door couldn't have taken more than a few seconds, but everything had slowed.
Frankie briefly hopes that they had left the place in guest-ready conditions. They don't get more than a moment to worry about it, though. As soon as the door was unlocked, Gee pushed past them and turned on them. Frankie's backed up against the closed door, with Gee leaning her weight against them to keep Frankie pinned.
"Shit," Frankie gasped at the whirl of movement, and Gee just smiled at them, a lift of the right corner of her mouth like she found Frankie amusing.
Frankie is, admittedly, a little intimidated. She is so beautiful. They have to bite their inner cheek not to let that thought out and potentially ruin the way Gee's eyes track Frankie's tongue when it sweeps over their bottom lip.
Gee pressed more of her weight against Frankie, the warmth of her bare middle bleeding through Frankie's shirt. She leaned down, her mouth ghosting the shell of their ear. "Are you going to fuck me now, Frankie?"
Jesus, okay. So much for her looking nervous. Now she looked like she wanted to eat Frankie alive, a glint in her eyes like she was seeing prey.
A shaky breath worked its way out of Frankie's mouth as they steeled themself and levelled Gee with a look they hoped made her just as shaken as she made them.
Their hands closed in around Gee's upper arms, and Frankie spins them so Gee's back is the one pressed to the hardwood of the front door. Their lips are pressed together while Gee let out a soft oof against Frankie's mouth before she giggles into their mouth. Deepening the kiss, Gee's head tilts so she can lick the seam of Frankie's mouth, and they shuddered against her.
Her hand is in Frankie's hair, and it tugs hard until they're forced to disconnect their lips from Gee's, head lolling back on their shoulders as Gee's kisses move from the corner of their mouth to their neck in feather-light brushes of warm lips. Gee presses a harder, more pressured kiss to the scorpion on their neck, her teeth scraping over the tattoo, before she bites them hard; sharp little teeth sunk deep into the tender skin of their jugular.
"Fuck," Frankie growled and grabbed Gee by the hips, pushing her harder against the door and dislodging her from Frankie's neck. "You little fucking vampire."
Gee's laugh bordered on husky, and so sultry Frankie has to work to stop themself from grinding down on empty air. She snapped her teeth at them playfully while her head rested back against the door. The long column of her neck, pale, shining with a coat of glitter, and so fucking inviting.
"You'd be delicious," Gee said, her words ending in a loud whine when Frankie buries their head in her neck and places a harsh bite to mirror the one she left on them.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you," Frankie muttered into her skin, listening to the litany of noises they're pulling from Gee when they continue to use their canines to nip sharp bites into the thin, pale skin.
"You're all talk," she goaded with a lift of her eyebrow. Frankie pulled back to smile at her wickedly. "I'll believe it when I see it, Frankie."
There is fire in their veins, a tremor through every limb when Frankie pulls her away from the door, their lips connecting as they drag her through the apartment by the bruising hand on her hip. Frankie walks her backwards between the thrift-store sofa, guitar, amp and other useless shit Frankie has lying around. Fuck it all. It's all just an obstacle keeping them from getting horizontal on Frankie's bed, where they can make Gee eat her fucking words.
The second the backs of Gee's knees hit the edge of Frankie's bed, they have a hand around her throat and push her down until she's on her back and staring up at them darkly. Gee's red hair is like a crown of fire as it fans out on the sheets, her face and chest flushed a dusty pink that has Frankie's mouth watering.
"So pretty," Frankie sighed, their thumb and forefinger running down over the veins in Gee's jugular. Gee shutters, and Frankie feels her swallow down a whine, her throat clicking with the restricted sound.
When Gee looks up at Frankie, her pupils are blown, honey brown swallowed up by black pools of heat. Frankie isn't shy in their objectification of her, gaze heavy and molasses slow over her entire body — the way she spreads her pale thighs, the way her chest heaves when she takes a deep, steadying breath, the way she twitches when Frankie leans a knee on the bed and slots it up between her legs.
Gee's gasp when Frankie presses up with their knee is nothing short of angelic, a sharp and sweet intake of breath, and let back out with a high-pitched whine when they add even more pressure. "Frankie, fucking christ."
"Feel good?" Frankie taunted as they rubbed their knee agonisingly slow up and down against the fabric separating their denim and Gee's cock.
"Oh my god," Gee breathed, working her hips down and grinding against their knee desperately while Frankie smiled at her with a glint of something dangerous in their eyes.
Frankie shifts then, using the knee against Gee as leverage and pulling themselves up and on top of her. They plant their other knee on the bed, straddling her thigh with their own. It puts pressure on their cunt, and Frankie can't help the way they twitch against her thigh, rocking themselves and shivering as the seam of their jeans presses in. They feel the way Gee flexes the muscles in her leg, giving Frankie something solid and warm to grind down on.
Their hand is still around Gee's throat, and it squeezes just once before Frankie travels the backs of their fingers softly across the line of Gee's jaw. She leans into the touch, nuzzling her skin against them before Frankie's dips around to the back of her neck. They thread their fingers up through her hair, starting at the nape of her neck, a sweet gesture until they forcefully grab a handful of red strands and tug hard to make Gee turn her face towards them.
Frankie leans in, their face hovering only inches above Gee's. "I think I asked you a question, baby." Sickly sweet and mocking.
She grinds her hips down with an airy moan, lips parted and staring up at Frankie with a clouded haze over her eyes. Frankie is delighted to see how fucked out she looks, breathing heavy and hard while she licks her lips, trying to get the words out of her throat.
"It feels so fucking good," she replied, voice tight and thin and fucking delicious.
Frankie hums, low and appreciative. "I bet it does."
Gee groans when Frankie puts all of their weight against her to kiss her, tongues wet and fucking into each other's mouths. All lips and teeth and spit.
"Frankie…" Gee whined against their mouth, and Frankie groaned against her, their covered cunt rutting against her bare thigh. That sweet sound, addictive and dangerous.
Frankie pulled back and stilled their hips even as Gee continued to grind herself against them.
"I think it's time to take this off, huh?" Frankie asked and plucked at the string of Gee's bikini top right between her tits.
The shift in the room is palpable as Gee's eyes move nervously from Frankie's face to somewhere over their shoulder, her body tensed and still under them. "Um."
"You don't have to," Frankie assured her quickly, their hand softly running down her sternum. The last thing they want to do is make her uncomfortable or make her think they expect something from her. "You can keep it on if it makes you uncomfortable, Gee."
Her cheek dimples when she bites the inside of her mouth. "It's not that…" She pauses, visibly trying to find the right words. "They're just really small and like… Not real tits."
"They look pretty real to me," Frankie joked, trying to lighten the mood and smiled when Gee huffed out a small laugh.
"You know what I mean."
"I do, sweetheart," Frankie said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek. "Nothing about that bothers me, though. I like everything about you."
Maybe it's embarrassing, the way Frankie's heart picks up like a kick drum in their chest when Gee smiles at them shyly, her face a dusty pink for reasons other than their current activity.
"Okay."
"Okay," Frankie nodded their head and ran their fingertips back up Gee's sternum, across her collarbone. They suppress a moan when the feather-light touch makes Gee shiver.
She is pliable and delicate under them when Frankie gets their hand behind her neck. With soft, mindful fingers, they untie the knot and slowly peel the material down her chest to expose her tits.
They can't hold back the groan that bubbles in their throat and blatantly takes in the small mounds on Gee's chest. She isn't more than a handful, but Frankie's pussy aches in their pants at the sight. Her flushed chest, perked nipples, and glittery skin.
"Fuck, Gee," Frankie groaned, their hips rocking down against Gee's thigh like a dog in fucking heat. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, baby."
"You think so?" Gee asked shyly.
"Yeah," Frankie replied, all breathy with admiration. Their eyes locked onto Gee's face. "Can I touch them?"
Gee hummed, an affirmative sound, before she cleared her throat. "They're really sensitive."
It just keeps getting fucking better.
"I'll be careful with you," Frankie assured her. "I promise."
Something about that has Gee's hips rutting against Frankie's thigh almost manically, her head thrown back and hands flexing around the sheets with a choked off little, "Fuck."
"You liked that?" Frankie asked with a dark laugh, adding more pressure to their leg again. "You want me to be oh so careful with you, sweetheart?"
Their fingers tiptoe across Gee's skin, ghosting fingertips causing goosebumps to rise in their path. Frankie's hands are slow as they cup Gee's tits, her nipples hard against the palm of their hands, and they squeeze softly.
Frankie runs their fingertips in circles around the nubs of flesh, smiling when Gee shivers out a small noise that hits them straight in the core. "Does that feel good?"
Gee nodded her head, a few small jerks of the muscles, her lips clamped shut to keep the noise down.
"You can-" Gee cuts herself off with a moan when Frankie lightly rubs their finger across the raised flesh in passing. She takes a moment to recollect herself before trying again. "You can put your mouth on them, if you want?"
"Such a sweet girl," Frankie complimented against Gee's sternum when they leaned down to press a kiss on her skin.
She's warm under their mouth, a slight sheen of sweat making her chest shine. They cover her body with their own and taste the salt on their tongue when they trace their lips along the curve of Gee's breast — a brush of movement before licking over one of her nipples.
"Oh fuck."
Gee's whimper is muffled by her shoving a hand over her mouth and making Frankie huff out a laugh as they take the raised flesh into their mouth and sucking hard. Gee's back arches, her chest shoving up against Frankie's tongue as they lick over her in their mouth.
Frankie pulls back just enough to see her face and smiles at the whine from the girl under them. They grab Gee's hand and pull it away from her mouth, placing it on the back of their neck.
"I want to hear you, Gee." Frankie leaned back down, pressing kisses to her chest in the same path as before, from the top of her sternum and across to above her nipple. They hum pleasantly at the feeling of Gee sinking her fingers up into the hair at the back of their head and scratching blunt fingernails on their scalp.
They suck one of Gee's nipples back into their mouth, teeth scraping softly, and a hand sneaks down to her hip, encouraging her to keep grinding. Frankie feels her hard against their leg and moving against them with desperate twitches of her body.
Gee shuddered as she worked her hips down onto them. Her moans are high-pitched, wounded noises from the back of her throat while Frankie abuses the bundle of flesh between their lips.
Suction, spit, and teeth are all used in conjunction as Frankie rubs their clothed pussy against her thigh. They're wet and can feel their boxers sticking to them, the throb growing stronger as they switch to sucking Gee's other tit into their mouth.
There's a smug satisfaction that burns through them when they feel Gee's cock twitch, and she lets out a long, breathy moan. Frankie looked up at her and was struck by the sight of her long neck and the blossoming red and purple marks from their teeth blemishing the skin.
"Frankie-," Gee gasped when they left a particularly hard bite to the skin just under her nipple and sucks on the skin to leave colour there too.
"You could cum from this, couldn't you?" They asked as they pulled off, smug and cocky.
"Shut up," She grumbled, using her hand in their hair to pull them up. "Shut the fuck up, smug asshole."
Frankie laughed into her mouth when she crashed their lips together. Gee's tongue delves into their mouth, sloppy and without coordination, like she's trying to pry the laughter out of their throat.
“Flip over,” Frankie mumbled against Gee’s mouth and only just containing a growl when she bites at their bottom lip with sharp little teeth.
Gee's fingers worked at the knot of her top around her back, peeling it off and throwing it somewhere in the room. She lies down on her back and sticks her boot-clad legs up in the air.
"Help me?" She asked with a smile.
Frankie rolled their eyes fondly but grabbed onto Gee's legs, propping her ankles against their shoulder. They slowly unzip the material of her boot and place a kiss on her calf, then does the same with the next boot. The adoring smile on Gee's lips makes Frankie's heart race. She looks like she knows exactly how they're feeling.
Gee made a come here motion with her fingers and puckered her pink lips. "Kiss me?"
Frankie swallowed down thoughts of morning coffee cups, sketch books tossed between guitar picks, and red hair staining their bathtub when they leaned down to connect their lips again. This time it's soft — just a brush of lip. It's saying something, something that might be too early to say.
Gee pulled back with a shy smile and flipped herself onto her stomach, while Frankie moves off her to give her room to get propped up on her knees. They sigh at the sight before them; Gee with her back arched, ass pushed out, and barely covered by her skirt. It’s an obscene picture, and Frankie wants to devour her. Gee stretches her arms out in front of her and gets her hands around the rumpled sheets, arched in a way Frankie can only describe as cat-like.
"Do you want to take your clothes off?" Gee asked quietly over her shoulder. "You don't have to either. Just whatever you're comfortable with, Frankie."
"Yeah," Frankie replied, hands already working at the buckle of their belt.
Their eyes don't leave Gee's as they peel their jeans down their legs and pull their shirt off, leaving them in black boxers and their compression top. Gee's adorable like this — pushed up on one arm, head rested on her bicep as her eyes move slowly over Frankie's body. She looks like she belongs there on their bed, between wrinkled sheets.
"So fucking hot," She groaned and lowered her chest back onto the bed to press her face into the sheets.
Gee’s skin dimples under Frankie's hands when they get them on her thighs, just under the crease of her ass and smiles to themself when Gee sighs at the contact. They bunch her skirt up and over her ass. The dark red lace underneath contrasted her pale skin, and Frankie felt themself throb in their boxers. “You're beautiful, Gee.”
“Yeah?” Gee questioned and pushed back into the hands that travelled up to roughly squeeze her ass.
“Yeah,” Frankie breathed as they leaned down to mouth at the quickly warmed skin. “I just wonder…” Frankie trailed off and ghosted their lips against her cheek.
“Wonder what?”
Frankie mouth watered at the thought and couldn’t stop themself. They moved the red lace aside and licked a solid strip from the crease of her thigh to her tailbone, nipping her skin. “I was right. You taste as sweet as you look.”
“Fuck, Frankie. Please,” Gee heavily sighed, a slight squeak to her voice as she trembled under Frankie’s hands.
"I thought about that when we were at the club," Frankie continued, paying no mind to her pleading and scratching fingernails down the back of her thigh. "I wondered if you tasted just as sweet as you looked. If you sounded as sweet, too."
"Frankie," Gee begged desperately. It's a sound that hits Frankie deep and soothes a craving they didn't know they had. "Please, baby. Please."
“Please what, Gee?” Frankie finally asked and softly stroked the skin of her ass with their thumbs, spreading her cheeks ever so slightly. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
Gee whines and presses her face deeper into the sheets, trying to hide the sound. The tips of her ears were just as red as her hair, and Frankie laughed, biting her ass cheek hard enough to leave a bruise. She squealed, and her dick twitches in her panties between her legs.
“Eat me out?” she mumbled into the bed and pushed her ass back against Frankie’s mouth.
“Ask nicely,” Frankie chastised and bit her again, sharp canines sinking into soft, pale flesh.
“Please, Frankie,” Gee whined. “Please eat me out?”
There is no response from Frankie, but rough hands quickly grab the waistline of Gee’s panties and tug them down until they are around her thighs and restricting her movements when she tries to open her legs wider. It didn’t matter. She doesn't need to move. Frankie has her right where they want her.
Gee’s face was still pushed into the bed as Frankie used two thumbs to spread her open until they could see her pink hole twitch from the cold air of the room. They were going to make this slow. They wanted Gee picked apart until she was drooling into the bed and trying to ride their face.
“Fuck,” Frankie sighed and blew air over Gee’s exposed entrance. She jolted and gasped, her hands clenched in the sheets. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
“Please. Please,” Gee begged into the bed. And fuck. It was the best fucking sound Frankie had ever heard. Better than any album, better than any chord they'd ever played.
Her legs shook with the effort of holding herself up, and when Frankie finally, finally, got their mouth on her, it almost took her by surprise; her entire body jolted, and a moan pushed out from deep in her chest when Frankie pressed kisses to the ring of muscles. It's slow and fucking torturous. Frankie hopes it takes her apart.
Gee’s back bowed, pushing back as Frankie licks a solid broad stripe across her hole. Her moans are tight, like she's trying to keep herself in check again. Frankie squeezes her ass cheek hard, fingers digging in a way that is sure to cause bruises, and Gee's voice goes up an octave.
Testing a theory, Frankie lands a light slap on the roundest part of her ass, and Gee's body jolts, and she squeals before she pushes back into their face and their hand with urgency.
"Harder," she groaned out, and Frankie smiles as much as they can while they continue to lick her open.
"Slut," Frankie growled playfully before reeling back their hand and landing a hard hit to Gee's ass.
If even possible, her back dips and she tries to get Frankie’s tongue in deep while simultaneously trying to rub herself against the bed for some much-needed friction. Frankie grips her hips almost punishingly hard to still her.
They smack her again, and she cries out when Frankie lets their hand bounce off her ass to increase the sting. The bright red handprint it leaves against her pale skin is a work of art.
The second Frankie adds suction, Gee sounds like she's been shot — long gasping breaths and almost sobs on the exhale. Her entire body was twitching, and a tremor was running through her lower body. Frankie's thumbs spread her even wider and then flicked their tongue, catching it against her rim.
"Holy fucking shit," Gee squeaked, her body going tense and then completely boneless against the bed, the brunt of her weight held by her face and shoulders.
Frankie hummed their approval, the vibrations making Gee moan a string of sobs. Gee starts moving her hips again, back against Frankie's face and then forward to hump her cock against the bed in desperate thrusts. Frankie wishes they could see her face as she keens and rolls her hips, her head pushed down into the sheets, her lips around the linen.
"You sound so fucking sweet like this," they moaned into her and huffing out a muffled laugh when the vibration makes Gee gasp.
She got a hand underneath herself and palmed her own cock, and Frankie frowns. They don't want her to have to work for her release. Call them fucking selfish, but they want to be the one who gets the reward of making her sob and scream when she cums.
They pull away from her for a split second, and Gee grumbles out a disapproving sound, trying to shove herself back against them.
"Turn over," Frankie said as they got their hands on her hips again to prompt her to flip over. "I want to see your face when you cum."
"Jesus Christ, Frankie," Gee breathed darkly.
She flipped onto her back, the skirt pooling up around her stomach. God, it's an even better sight. Her cock hard, red and leaking against her stomach. Frankie can see and feel the goosebumps on her skin when they get their hands behind her knees. They spread her legs and pushed up, folding her in half. There is no buildup, no teasing when they lie flat on their stomach and put their mouth back on her.
Frankie's tongue pokes and prods, licking over the ring of muscles to smooth them out and then repeating until Gee makes the same wounded noise as before. Her body opens up under them, and Frankie gets the tip of their tongue inside her.
"Fuck- oh my god, Frankie," Gee moaned.
When Frankie tenses their tongue, Gee rolls her hips, fucking herself on their tongue and fuck. Fuck. It is possibly the hottest thing they've ever experienced, and they make that known. Frankie moans around her, moving their tongue in time with her thrusts and sucks on the ring of muscles.
She is slick, open, and warm, and tastes so sweet in Frankie's mouth. There's a high keening sound, and Frankie realises it's them. Their hips are thrusting down onto the bed, trying to hump their pussy against the sheets. It's pathetic and so fucking hot.
They can hear her muttering under her breath, these tiny little words between sobs and heavy inhales. When they listen past the blood rushing in their ears, they can just make out Gee chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Frankie pulls back to breathe, resting their head against her inner thigh and pressing kisses on the skin. Gee's face is flushed, her eyes glazed over from pleasure, but she smiles down at Frankie almost fondly.
"Can I touch you here, baby?" They asked as their hand slowly soothed a path up to her cock.
"Yes, please," Gee replied.
A gasp escaped her mouth the second Frankie got a hand around her, slick from precum and a bead leaking from the slit as soon as they pump her slowly. They rub their thumb across the head to collect the bead and drag it back down the shaft.
"So polite," Frankie cooed at her. Gee nods her head frantically, her mouth opening on a punched-out sound. Frankie can see her now, the way her eyes close and the scrunched-up face she makes when they clench their fist around the head of her dick. "I bet you'd like it if I called you a good girl, wouldn't you?"
"God, you're a fucking asshole," She groaned, her body tense and tight as she tried not to thrust up into the hand around her.
Frankie laughed at her and spat down onto her cock to help the glide. "Yeah, but I think you like it."
Gee's eyes rolled in the back of her head when the warm, wet spit hit her skin, and her body's instinct to thrust wins. She rolls her hips, fucking up into Frankie's hand around her.
"Good girl, that's it. Feels so good, doesn't it?"
The loud moan Frankie draws out of her is enough of an answer, and they can't help but laugh a little cruelly. Frankie's hand continues to pump her up and down, their fingers brushing against the vein on the underside of her cock on every stroke, and they feel it pulse almost in time to the fast heave of Gee's chest.
"Frankie. Frankie- Fuck, oh my god," she chanted, voice strained, and Frankie could just tell. They could tell by the way her rhythm gets less coordinated, fucking up into their hand with reckless abandon, like it hurt to stop.
The muscles in her hips and thighs tensed, making her look so strong while she fucked into their hand. It made Frankie's mouth fucking water.
"Cum for me, baby, come on," Frankie moaned.
All it takes is a well-timed pump of their hand and a bite on her soft inner thigh, and Gee's back arched. Her hips bucked wildly, and she cums with a high-pitched, drawn-out moan from deep in her chest. Frankie matches the sound while she paints their hand and her own stomach white. They let her ride out her orgasm, pumping her through it until she makes these tiny, pained, sensitive whimpers.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum," Frank moaned, open mouth pressed to her thigh while they watched her come down, her breaths starting to slow from frantic inhales to deep, long breaths. Their clean hand ran softly up her side, feeling the way she pushes into it.
The second Gee took a steady breath, she grabbed Frankie's hand and sucked their finger into her mouth, licking up her own cum from the palm of their hand without breaking eye contact with them. She opens her mouth to show her painted tongue before swallowing it with an evil smile.
"You're a fucking menace," Frankie groaned, forehead pressed to her thigh to try to collect themself.
"I want you to sit on my face." Gee smiled, truly like a fucing menace, and tried to pull them up to settle over her.
The words made Frankie's stomach clench as a red, hot jolt of pleasure passed through them and made them ache. "Fuck. Okay."
They kneel between Gee's spread legs and cupped themself through their boxers, slightly embarrassed to feel how wet they are through the material. Gee's eyes grow darker as she watches them grind into the palm of their hand with a sigh.
"Take them off," She commanded.
Frankie raised their eyebrows at her in challenge. "You're bossy."
"Yeah, but I think you like it," Gee mocked.
"You're also a little brat."
Gee shrugged her shoulders, a smug little smirk on her face. "Why don't you do something about it, Frankie?"
She looked positively delighted when Frankie rids themself of their underwear and crawls up her body, knees bracketing her sides. They lean forward and grab her chin roughly.
Her eyes are lit up with a victorious look, and Frankie realises the game too late.
"This is what you wanted, huh?" Frankie asked darkly, fingers digging into Gee's jaw. "You wanted me to be a little rough with you?"
"No, Frankie. I want you to be oh so careful with me," she goaded.
Frankie considered her for a moment before fisting a hand in her hair and giving a testing tug to the red strands. Gee's eyelids fluttered, and her breath came out shaky when they leaned down, chest to chest with her, pinning her with their weight.
When Frankie pulled her hair harder, Gee's head tips back and bares her throat. They take to it, leaving light brushes of their lips across the pattern of dark bruises she had gotten earlier in the night.
Her throat moved against their lips when she swallows, and Frankie imagines themself as a vampire in a black and white film, imagines Gee baring her throat for them to drink from, the sounds she would make when they pierced her skin with needle sharp fangs.
"I'll be careful," Frankie whispered against her throat before fitting their mouth around whichever mark makes Gee breathe the heaviest. They bite down hard on the bruise, and Gee's pained moan makes their face flush.
"You're the fucking vampire, not me," Gee groaned as if she could read their mind. Her hands wrap around and dig into Frankie's back.
They laughed while soothing the bite with soft kisses. "Still want me to sit on your face?"
"Fuck yeah, I do," Gee said, and released her grip on Frankie's back.
They crawled over her until they're situated, Frankie's hands on either side of Gee's head to keep the weight off her chest and hovering their cunt over her mouth.
Her eyes looked big like this, round and so sweet, while she stared up at them. It makes Frankie shiver. So innocent, so pretty and kind. They're going to use her pretty face to get themself off, and she'll enjoy every second of it.
"Ask for it," Frankie commanded.
"Please let me suck your dick, Frankie?" Gee softly pleaded, her eyes wide and expectant.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
They suppressed a needy whine, but Gee's face showed that she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Stick out your tongue."
Frankie lowered themself onto her tongue and, using a hand in her hair to keep her head still, they started to grind their pussy back and forth, while Gee moaned underneath them. She stared straight up at them with her sweet, round eyes while they used her face.
It was fucking glorious. Gee's tongue is soft and wet, and it made Frankie shudder. Every time they pull back, she flicks the tip of her tongue on their clit. Frankie huffed out a growl and ground their clit down against her mouth.
"Suck it," Frankie told her and let out a long, deep moan when Gee closed her lips around their clit and sucks hard. "That's a good girl."
Gee whined into them, the vibrations making Frankie jolt and hunch forward. They pull at Gee's hair harshly as she continues to hum with her lips suctioned around Frankie's clit. She swirls around them, then licks her tongue through their folds until she can tease Frankie's entrance.
Her eyes stayed glued to Frankie's face the entire time. They looked down at her, and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, something dangerous and fucking bratty. They growled, a warning of sorts, but Gee doesn't heed it. She snuck her arms around Frankie's thighs from the outside and pulled them down, all their weight against Gee's chest and their pussy suffocating her.
"Jesus fucking christ, Gee," Frankie, genuinely, pathetically whined.
Gee was moaning, crazed, strangled sounds, all muffled by the way Frankie is planted on her face. She moved her head side to side as she licked at them, her hands digging painfully into Frankie's thighs to encourage them to rock their hips again and grind down on her face.
"Take my fucking cock, baby. Good girl. So fucking good," Frankie rambled as the pleasure built.
Obscene, fucking pornographic noises fill the room as they move their cunt across Gee's tongue, feeling how warm and slick her mouth is. Frankie's hips thrust, chasing the delicious ache, and Gee's eyes roll back in her head at the rough treatment. It's so fucking good. Too fucking good, and Frankie throbs into her mouth.
"Gee, baby, fuck. I'm going to cum," Frankie ground out, and Gee just doubles her efforts, sucking their clit and flicking her tongue against it.
Frankie was making these high-pitched little gasps when they felt that all too familiar tingling sensation in the back of their thighs. They flex their fingers in Gee's hair, and a guttural moan, almost a growl, sounds in the back of their throat when the pressure builds to a fever pitch.
They double over when they cum, loud sobbing noises forcing their way out of Frankie's chest. Gee's tongue doesn't stop, though. She lets them ride the pleasure out on her face, and Frankie can feel her cheeks, wet with spit and cum, against their inner thighs.
Heaving in breaths has never been so hard — their chest tight as they try to suck in mouthfuls of oxygen as the tidal wave passes. An ache is building up where Gee's hands are holding them down by their thighs, but Frankie can't stop the way their hips continue to roll against her mouth.
It's sensitive, little jolts of electricity making Frankie cover their mouth with their hand. Gee flicks her tongue against the overstimulated bud, her eyes dark and hungry like she hasn't had enough yet.
"Holy fucking shit. Okay, okay-" Frankie tried.
They attempted to lift them up and away from her mouth, but Gee's hands tightened on their thighs and kept them in place. She sucked their clit back between her lips, and Frankie is really not proud of the way they yelled behind gritted teeth.
"Gee, please. Please," Frankie whined, and only then did the iron grip on their legs release.
They pulled themself away from Gee's mouth, and it is a filthy sight; Gee's wet mouth in a smirk, and the bottom of her face glistening.
"I wasn't done," She poutted and licked her lips.
"You're fucking insane," Frankie laughed between breaths. "I'm going to get you back for that."
It's a reflex, a promise you'd make to anyone who just did something as deviant, but Frankie has a brief moment of panic. They didn't talk about what this means. For all they knew, this was just a once-off thing for Gee; a moment of opportunity.
Frankie liked her. They knew it from the moment she said she'd let a decpit old vampire suck on her neck. She was awkward and weird and had no fucking filter, and she looked like she belonged in their bed, in their orbit. Was it so wrong that they wanted to see her pretty face in the morning? For her to colour in the lines of their tattoos with her soft hands?
It wasn't really a reflex. Frankie considered taking back what they said. Maybe it is wrong to want all of that with Mikey's weird, hot sister.
They had an apology and explanation loaded on their tongue, some useless defence, but Gee smiled at them softly.
"I'll hold you to that," she said, just as soft as her smile.
Frankie grinned at her, teeth all on display. Their relief is evident on their face; they don't even try to hide it, and from the way Gee cards her fingers through Frankie's hair when they've settled on her chest, she's experiencing the same.
"Deal," They mumbled, lips pressed against her neck.
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Frankie is brought back to the land of the conscious by the sound of a melodic, exasperated voice quickly muttering from the spot next to them in the bed.
"Dude, shut the fuck up, you're so loud."
A tinny voice shouts at her.
There's a hand lightly stroking down their back, and they hum contentedly. They roll overa and Frankie blinked bleary, sleep-hazy eyes up at Gee, who smiled at them softly, her phone pushed to her ear while someone on the other end rambled loudly down the line.
She looked beautiful in the morning light, hair ruffled from sleep, and the bruises on her neck even darker against her pale skin. It looks right, like she just belonged there underneath the sheets with linen indents on her face.
"Morning," Frankie croaked, and the smile on Gee's face when she looked at them is nothing short of angelic.
"Hi," Gee breathed, her free hand stroking across the line of Frankie's jaw.
Whoever is on the other side of the phone is loud and throwing off the perfect morning after that Frankie had created in their head. They glare at the device in Gee's hand, and she stifles a laugh.
"Who is it?" Frankie grumbled, voice still husky and thick from sleep.
Gee pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed it up against the side of Frankie's face.
"Say hi," she cooed at them quietly.
"Gee," an exasperated tinny voice comes down the phone line. "Can you just tell me if you saw Frankie last night? I think they're pissed at me, and they're not answering their phone."
"Mikey?" Frankie rasped, their eyes widened as they looked back at Gee's mischievous face, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and a shit-eating grin half hidden by her messy bed head.
"Frankie?"
Frankie can't get their voice to work, and the phone line is quiet; the only other sound is Mikey breathing down the receiver.
The silence is suddenly interrupted by Mikey's obnoxiously loud laughter through the phone, and the line goes dead.
"Aw, fuck," Frankie sighed, and flopped back onto the bed while Gee cackled next to them.
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Mikeyway (10:24): You're welcome, motherfucker.
Frnkiero (10:24): This is an automated message: I'm busy at the moment, but I will get back to you when I can - Frankie.
Frnkiero (11:45): Fuck off, Michael.