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Frank - Makeup

(Mature Content)

y/n's POV:

"y/n! You almost ready?" Your best friend yells from the hallway. You finish applying your Fenty lip gloss and make sure your eyelashes are perfectly situated, "Yeah girl, I'm ready."

y/bff/n walks into your room and gasps, "Bitchhh, you look bad as fuck!" She said, hyping you up, "Frank's definitely gonna notice you."

Frank was your most recent ex. You guys had just broken up about a week ago, and you were ready to go out for a night to have some fun after spending the whole week sobbing. Tonight, you didn't have to worry about him.

He was truly the best boyfriend, and you deeply cared for him until he started distancing himself from you randomly. When you confronted him on the issue, you both unraveled your frustrations on each other and decided to call it quits.

There was going to be a open invite party tonight, and y/bff/n was urging you to go out to get your mind off the whole breakup. Of course, you were prepared to see him there since him and his friends love pulling up to functions in the area.

The theme for tonight's party was neon, so you made sure you were prepared for your first outing since the split. You wore a tight neon, pink crop top, with a sparkling choker to bring more attention to your neck and perky chest. With this, you paired it with some pure white high-rised denim shorts, with some blinged out black fishnets underneath. Finally, you complemented the whole outfit with some clear high heels.

"Thanks y/bff/n, but, I'm definitely not looking forward to seeing him there," You replied, "What if he brings another girl with him?" y/bff/n assured you that he wouldn't do that and that you shouldn't be stressed over him for the remainder of the night.

You both arrive at the party around 10 o'clock, and you and y/bff/n navigate towards the back of the house. Instantly, you find yourself beside the alcohol and decide to take a shot. Next thing you know, you're 6 shots in and you're starting to feel the effects.

You take your bestfriend's hand and maneuver through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. You both start moving to the rhythm of the song. Slowly, you both start grinding against each other, completely ignoring those around you. You're feeling pure bliss, the alcohol giving you that extra boost of confidence.

"y/n, Frank's watching," y/bff/n's informs you, interrupting your cloud nine experience, "Look."

You look in the direction her eyes are focused upon and you laugh hysterically. His eyes connect with yours instantly, and a devilish smile appears on your face. The music pounds throughout your whole body and you loudly whisper over the music to y/bff/n, "I got an idea."

With the confidence you have gained from the Tequila, you select your prey for the night and in one swift motion start grinding on the stranger you have casually chosen, "Oh, hey there." The stranger remarks, reciprocating your energy.

You quickly glance in the direction in which Frank was occupying, only to discover his disappearance. You think little of this and continue to entertain your guest.

"Come here, y/n!" You hear someone shout, removing you from the stranger. "Get the fuck away from her, don't ever try some shit again, fucking weirdo!"

Your conscience realizes it's Frank, and he's clearly enraged. He then rushes you throughout the unfamiliar house, causing you to start laughing uncontrollably once again.

Frank has taken the both of you to an abandoned room, with the moonlight barely shining through the window. Your vision is blurred immensely, and you can barely picture his figure.

"Frank! I was having fun!" You whine, "Let me go finish what I started."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n? You clearly did that shit on purpose so I'd see you," He paces throughout the room, "Do you know how fucking bad I wanted to beat that guy up for even being near you?" He clenches his fists, punching the door, making an immediate indent within it.

"Frank, I can do whatever I want, we're broken up remember? You don't control my actions anymore like you used to!" You defend yourself, "Besides you probably brought another girl with you, without me even knowing."

He takes you by surprise by flipping you around and pinning you to the unknown bed, facing down. You struggle trying to free yourself from his forced grip.

Then, he shocks you as he presses his boner, onto your clothed bottom, "y/n, you're mine, and always will be, don't ever get that twisted mamas." He whispers into your ear, his voice filled with desire.

Suddenly, those words make you pulse in all the right places, and you know what will occur next. You've missed him so much and you need him one last time. You disregard completely the amount of alcohol you have already consumed. You need him.

You force a suffocated moan, and he pulls you by your long (y/h/c) hair, while also combining a deeper thrust onto your still clothed ass.

"Oh, Frank." You whimper.

"Yeah, that's right, lemme remind how good I eat this delicious pussy, mamas." He pulls himself off of you and carefully positions you on the bed.

Quickly, he removes your shorts and top, throwing them somewhere within the room. He purposely leaves your shoes and fishnets on and smirks when he realizes you have no underwear.

"Bad y/n." He growls. Right away, he wastes no time on ripping the fishnet to gain access to your throbbing pussy. He then brings himself back up to your face and gently strokes his thumb across your bottom lip. He kisses you messily, and with deep hunger.

After a couple seconds, he removes himself from kissing you and starts teasingly going down to where you really need him.

Finally, he reaches your thigh area and painfully slow pecks your inner thighs, making you tremble with anticipation. Once he finally reaches your core, he gives it a long lick up and down continuously, making you scream with an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Please, Frank," You pant, gripping onto his hair making sure he doesn't leave your destined area, "Don't Stop."

He proceeds to lick your pussy faster and harder, now using his finger to stimulate your clit. The pressure inside your stomach begins to build, you know you're close.

He's fingering you now, and the pressure continues to build, "Come on mamas, come for me." He encourages, and with that, you climax on command to his suggestion. He looks up at you, making eye-contact, and he licks the remaining juices you produced after your release.

"Mmm, still sweet," He coo's, "Just how I like it."

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Next imagine is Danny 🥺 Promise I'll make it PG.
Hope you enjoyed this one.
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