[ he feels the heat of her face against his anyway, enjoys the feeling of her hands around his throat. frank is unshy in pressing the line of his body against hers, the sparks of pain it inspires not deterring him in the least. he's grinning as the kiss breaks, he's insufferable that way. he kisses her shortly a few times, hungrily, but in a way that takes no effort to sustain. his other hand bites into her hip and he starts walking her backward toward his little bedroom - it's thankfully only a few paces away. ]
[ she wants to be snarky, mention how she's only been after him to do this for the last few days, but the way he grins at her and leads her away from the TV into his room causes her mind to go blank. she smiles and shakes her head while looking down. ]
This is... so lame. [ she says, mid-chuckle between the two statements as she brings her head back up. ] You're lame.
[ everything about this and him is so different than what shes grown accustom to. ]
[ if she thinks he's bad off now, a few days ago he really might not have been able to get it up, truthfully. now, he's obviously not having that problem as he gently nudges her up against the doorway on the way inside. ]
I think you like it. [ he postulates. his lameness, and he laughs too as he presses his forehead against hers and his hands skim downwards to unfasten her jeans. he likes things slow, but he can tell she's even more impatient than he is and he's trying to find a steady balance between them. it's not related to how much he wants her, he tells himself, even as his breathing shallows out against her face. ]
I think you want me to. [ she starts to run her hands down his chest but immediately backs off at the first touch of damaged skin. she said it doesn't bother her, and it really doesn't, but she still doesn't want to unnecessarily hurt him. instead of using her whole hand, her fingertips begin to trickle down him where she left off. ] Take a hardened girl, try to soften her up a little bit...
[ her teeth bite down to her lower lip gently, and hips can't help but instinctively lurch forward at the feel of his hands start to work on her jeans. she, too, begins to mess around that area on him with her own hands while attempting to deal with the buckle on his belt. ]
[ when he feels that tickling touch down his front, it lights up his nerves, makes him want to do something uncharacteristically... aggressive. maybe if he's softening her up, she's doing the opposite to him. he pauses in his task to toe off his boots, stepping on one then the other so she won't get snagged when she goes to pull his pants off. one big, hot hand presses against her belly as he tugs at her jeans, making sure their pelvises brush once before he's pushing them down with her panties unceremoniously.
slowly, he's pushing her tank top up as he leans down to kiss her neck, enjoying drawing this part out just a little. as his hand roves up over her bra, his mouth skips down, lips brushing at the base of her ribcage. ]
Even if I'm wrong about that, I'm pretty sure I have a good understanding of what you want, regardless.
[ her head cocks slightly, scrunching up her nose while staring confidently at him. she follows his lead in kicking off her own boots, finding it easy to get lost in the moment and forget about little nuisances like that while maintaining her balance. soon after she's repeating the process with her clothes this time.
its a welcomed surprised when she feels his lips against her neck, and she moves her head back against the door frame behind her with a tilt to expose the flesh of her neck to him. he might be taking his time and enjoying these little moments with her, but it only makes her work faster with her hands at the that belt buckle, following up with his button and zipper. her strength had spoiled her, it made her impatient in situations where she had the ability to rip away whatever obstacle was in her way.
she pushes his material down of both his pants and undergarment as far as she possibly can, not even phased by the continued trail of bruisers and lacerations. she is, however, gentle when she props her leg up on his hip and pulls him closer to her--if she even could--her own hips propelling forward once more at her own attempt to tease him. ]
[ there's a shallow exhale, maybe from how tender that shot to the ass still is. it doesn't slow him down long, not when she pulls him in and he feels surrounded by her, by her warmth, her skin not feeling cooler against his anymore. frank gasps against her throat for an entirely new cause, even as both arms sneak between the wall and her body to unhook her bra. he's not 100% sure how he's going to get their socks off yet, but he's working through it as he grinds his pelvic bone against hers. just that feels too damn good and he releases a low, shuddering grunt against her ear as the bra comes undone at last and he's able to guide it off her arms to the floor.
he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]
[ she had fully expected to be the one to lead this situation, but he was doing a pretty good job of surprising her and holding his own. despite her reservations and objections towards it all, there was definitely some kind of spark there. for her, it just felt nice to feel wanted, like her existence mattered to someone again.
her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.
[ all of his best-laid plans go out the window when she pushes him down, and the sting in his side from even the gentle nudge does nothing to abate his own excitement. if anything, his heart rate picks up that much more, enthused to have someone he trusts at the helm (i.e. anyone but himself.) there's a relief when his back hits the mattress like yes, that's where he belongs, under her and looking up... he wanted to do more for her, but maybe if he does what she likes here- his brain is short-circuiting anyway. there's no chance for him to overthink it as a soft, grateful smile tugs up the corners of his mouth when she takes off his socks, then her own. he lays out flat for her and relishes her climbing over him, something vulnerable in his gaze as he looks up - and maybe something reverent, too.
he trembles once, a ripple effect from her brief grope, but he's been ready for her a while and even though it's fast he really can't find the cause to complain. frank has no qualms about her moving his hands, and his calloused fingers bite into the soft flesh of her sides before one hand moves to cup her ass appreciatively. in the distant back of his mind, it strikes him that they're doing this unprotected, but his eyes and hands are so full of her he can't dig deeper than that.
the words she drops in his ear are forceful and as unyielding as the rest of her and that's truly his undoing, head arcing back against the pillow as he exposes his throat to her in an unmistakable show of submission. there are so many things he wants to say, but he bites into his lips to hold them at bay when he has no idea how they'll be received. he enjoys this, a lot as she'll be able to feel him fill out even more inside her, staying prone for her, letting her take what she wants. but eventually it's too much for even him and his hips begin a slow grind against hers again, out of joint with the fast pace she rides him with. ]
Don't... stop. [ he manages, barely pushing out the words between his teeth before his eyes are blinking closed against his will. he wants to keep watching her, it's all he wants in the world and so he forces them back open after some (a great deal of) effort. he's not stopping her, even if she's rougher, even if it hurts. it all blends and melds for him into one experience he wouldn't trade for the world. ]
[ her whole body rolls in tandem as hands dropping down to grab a hold of his thighs, digging into him as she braces herself. she hasn't forgotten about his condition, but she warned him and he told her not to stop, so that's exactly what she's gonna do. that's what pieces of shit like them want, isn't it? not to be treated special, just be treated the same as anyone else? besides, she's getting to that part where the pleasure is overriding her logic, anyway.
there's something satisfying about seeing his reaction beneath her and how there's the faintest look of struggle as he stares, and it only drives her further along. she wants to see him need her--really need her. she wants to drive him hard into his climax, and just as her hips begin to pick up speed once more, she feels him move into her at her off beats and it causes her lips to part and hang open a little longer than before while releasing a surprised little moan, eyes shutting tightly. ]
Jesus, fuck--
[ after about a minute of relishing in it, it looks as if she gets frustrated as her hands move to the wall above his head, fingers curling and nails digging into the drywall. her body is angled in a better way to grind at him now, obviously very quick and rough at this point. one hand moves from the wall and grabs him beneath his face by the jaw, teething gritting together as she speaks in a low tone. ]
[ he smiles, satisfied to have caught her off-guard, and even more so to inspire her outburst. this is nothing close to the way he thought it would be, but he stopped caring about his own expectations a while ago, his excitement stemming entirely from jessica's obvious enjoyment of using him. of her disregard for his comfort, really.
frank grunts as her hands hit the wall behind him, his blunt nails digging into her backside as he continues to rut against her with what little leverage he can muster, his own injuries entirely forgotten though he has no grasp on what further damage she might be doing him in the moment. the way she grabs onto him suddenly has him seeing red, ready to struggle against her before he remembers where he is and remembers her words. ]
Jess... [ it's barely eked out through his lips, one tear rolling down his face unnoticed. he'd never taken part in something so sexually intense, but he can't call it off now, not after he'd fought so hard to prove to her he could take it. he gives the barest nod, cock twitching inside her tellingly as his shift has her thumb brushing his throat. she could so easily crush him, and it's what really gets him moving under her, determined to show his active participation even while allowing and enjoying her total control over his fate. ] Yes. I'm sure.
[ he says that, but something tells her there's probably a big part of his pride that was playing into that statement. as much as she's enjoying it, a flash of their conversation she had with him earlier about sex and how it means something to him replays in her mind. and while she does eventually want to get back to this point, she also wants to give him some familiarity. she wants to show him that this isn't just about her, and that she can give him what he needs, too. there's probably a red flag hidden somewhere in that but luckily she can't see it or doesn't care about it right now.
the grip around his jaw loosens a little before completely releasing from him, only to move up to his cheek. her touch is gentle this time as her lips hover above his own, her sea of black hair cascading all around them. gradually, her hips slow until she's maintaining a decent pace, at times drawing out the space between when she rises up and pushes herself back on top of him every now and then. ]
Frank...
[ she calls out to him, but her voice is hushed. for once there's no sass behind it--no furrowed brows, no eye rolls... she might even look vulnerable, like she could be allowing herself to enjoy it and this moment with him. ]
[ it isn't only pride, but a deep-seated need to please her driving his actions. he relishes the harsh treatment even while it totally overwhelms all of his senses, feeling the moment she shifts and it leaves him spiraling without an anchor. that touch to his cheek is something he savors, turning his head to softly kiss her palm as her hips slow to a recognizable pace. her hair forms a curtain around them, keeping them sheltered on an island to themselves and a tiny noise of need spills from his lips even as he pushes it against her hand, admiration shining in his eyes clear as day.
it's enough for him to slide up just an inch or two, putting them closer to eye-level all the time as one hand slips around to her front, thumb gently pressing down on her clit as his hips rise to meet hers. his other hand trails slowly up her back until he can cup her throat to support a sudden surge forward to land his lips on hers. he licks over them greedily while he has the momentum, swallowing up his name and allowing her the plausible deniability she might need later. for now, he's just happy to be here with her and there's nothing shameful about that for him, all of his focus on drawing out her pleasure and enjoying these softer moments as much as he had the hard. ]
Jessica. [ this time her name is dropped like a hallowed prayer as their lips part, clearly fulfilled more by this moment than he was by everything leading up. even now, he's vaguely aware that this was a sacrifice for her, for him to see her like this, and it only ramps up his desire to see her through. his thumb starts to move gently to the pace of their coupling, stroking softly as his hips rock against hers. ]
[ there's no real sacrifice here for her, because at the end of the day she's still getting what she wants. rough is just her natural, more preferred way. she's just not that used to enjoying these slow and tender moments because there's not a whole lot of that going on in her life anymore. until now, until him. she's actually enjoying this a considerate amount, but again, doesn't want to think too much into why.
her eyes are locked onto his, and the touch of his thumb against her clit actually surprises her, as evident on the look on her face and the sound that breaks past her lips when he does so. her grip tightens against his cheek, getting lost in the moment when he kisses back and she returns it with just as much lust.
she shakes her head briefly when he says her name, biting onto her lower lip and furrowing her brows as he does so because goddamn, she never knew someone simply saying her name could turn her on so much. her breathing is staggered against his lips as her pace quickens... just a little more, nothing like before even though her whole body is practically screaming for him. all his movements are increasing as well, causing those rare moans to become more and more frequent. ]
Don't... [ her lips grab his own in a brief and ferocious claim before sliding down past his cheek to his ear. she repeats the same words he just said to her earlier. ] Don't stop... please.
[ he tries to memorize the way her features arrange when he says her name, still looking at her like she's everything to him in this moment. he's trying to remember her every reaction to his every movement, really, what works and what doesn't. it's occupying most of his brainpower now, releasing a soft grunt or another pent up noise against her face every so often. frank has no cause for complaint when she speeds up this time, grappling for her waist so he can keep giving as good as he gets.
that kiss carrying one word freezes him to his core, however, his hand stretching open to stop touching her and his body going rigid beneath her. his first assumption is he's done something wrong despite every sign to the contrary and he doesn't relax until she follows it up, coughing out a brief burst of laughter at his own expense. Oh. that can be arranged.
he grins against her cheek, kissing there once before latching back onto that sensitive spot just below her ear as he scrambles for purchase against her to gain even more leverage. he's determined to do it without trying to flip their positions, even if it might take some pressure off his injuries to be on top - it's obvious by now they both prefer this. his thumb slots back in against that bundle of nerves once he's level with her, his pubic bone grinding against her for that much more friction as she keeps up and often surpasses his slow and steady pacing. ]
Okay? [ he rasps against her ear, confirming that's what she wanted even while a telling tremor racks his body, causing him to quake a moment beneath her. though he's obviously close, he's content (and then some) to ride that edge until he sees her over it. even in this moment, her comfort and fulfillment is paramount to his own. ]
[ it's almost too much for her, the way he looks at her and how obviously attentive he is to her words. she can tell he's thinking, his brain hasn't shut off since this whole encounter has started, and here she is just trying to forget everything and shut it all down. he was making it hard to do that, though. he grins at her after her approval and she can't help get a feeling of satisfaction from that.
she holds off on answering and simply lets her body do the talking, grinding down into his own thrusting motions while nodding pretty meekly at him. despite everything mentioned, she still has a hard time fitting into the role of being vocal about how he's making her feel. telling him to do something is one thing, telling him he was making her feel amazing was something else. she lets her head hang for a moment, really basking of the combination of everything she's feeling and experiencing right now. ]
Frank.
[ she begins instead, moving to position both her hands on either side of his face, thumbs resting on his cheek bones. him rubbing his thumb against her, combined with everything else, is really hurrying this along, despite her wanting to keep going. her eyes lock onto his once more, head returning to maintain it's close position to his. ]
[ he can tell he's overwhelming her, he just can't tell if it's strictly a good thing or not. she told him not to stop, and he wouldn't wittingly disobey, but he does ramp down his own intensity just a bit - his thumb moving in slower, lighter circles and his hips rocking in shallow, short strokes. this is honestly his sweet spot, he could stay here a long damn time if she wanted him to, and she doesn't seem ready to let go yet. he's not sure he is either.
the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]
[ the thought had crossed her mind, actually, about whether or not it was difficult from him to try not to think about his past. she wanted to give him something familiar for him to work with, yes, but not if it meant being too familiar. if it was, he was doing a really good job not indicating it whatsoever or maybe she was just really good at making him forget... for the time being, at least.
frank is a very tentative lover, which isn't what she initially expected going into all of this, but to his benefit he was... really good at it. especially when he speaks to her, that's the part she can't get past. he's not even saying anything dirty, he's just simply talking to her and each time it chips away at whatever barrier she has around her. part of her wants to tell him to stop and the other part wants to tell him to keep talking but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to take away the organic feel of it all.
she can feel her hips instinctively grind forward into his thumb when she rides down on top of him while trying to stay within a reasonable speed. she's getting close--really close--making it somewhat difficult for her to consciously make an effort to stop herself from going all out on him again. even if its naturally what her body wants, she's still really enjoying where they're at right now. obviously.
either way, even if she wanted to suppress herself, she's at the point now where her gaze doesn't break away from his own, hands still holding onto his face. she's obviously trying to convey with her expression just what was about to happen. she wants him to be right there with her... not cum as the same time as her because that's a little too corny for her, but she wants to feel that satisfaction of bringing him past his limit, too. her chest is heaving and she's pretty much strictly breathing through her mouth now. it only takes a few more good downward thrusts and grinds before she throws her head back, neck replacing her spot at his lips and lets out a loud and throaty moan. ]
Oh, Shit!
[ she breathes, eyes closed while riding that wave of euphoria that's hitting her right now. ]
[ he is tentative, even downright nervous when it comes to anything like this. he's only been with one woman between maria and jessica and he's already told her how that had gone. it isn't just about his own curse, though. he's worried he won't be enough for her, that she'll find him lacking in some way. still, he lays himself out for her and accepts her scrutiny despite those fears. he doesn't hesitate to be vulnerable because it's who he is — and furthermore, what she'd asked for. the deeper truth is it'd be difficult for him to deny her anything when it came down to it. that's how quickly he forms attachments to people.
frank picks up what she's telegraphing easily, since he's already keyed into her every minutia of action. he's right there with her in every sense of the word, his head in her hands, his body between her thighs, and his spirit hers to manipulate. his breathing picks up with hers even if he has no intention of doing anything but watch her come undone. his body doesn't know that, meeting her at every downturn with an upward lift of his hips, never wanting her to find herself on a ledge without support for coming down. ] That's it, that's it. [ he whispers urgently against her throat, his lips catching on her flesh in not-quite-deliberate kisses. his thumb bears down on her in hopes of keeping her right there for the duration, helping to draw out her pleasure from all angles. in that interest, his free hand palms at her chest roughly, pinching at her nipples to add to sensation as he keeps himself stable so that she can come apart in full. ]
Yeah. [ he murmurs heatedly, scattering more kisses down her collar as she rides out her orgasm astride him. it's exactly the front row ticket he signed on for. he'll wait for her to be fully sated, watching her expression carefully so he can pick out the moment it shifts into something more lackadaisical. he's throbbing near painfully inside her now, but he won't let go yet. in fact, he'll be looking for his opportunity (if she'll allow him) to pull out. ]
[ her body remains suspended in mid-movement only making his continued motions further along that intense feeling she was currently experiencing. she can feel herself tighten up around his cock while practically dripping from how wet this whole session has made her, his words echoing through her head, gruff tone and all. there's a clear indication that she's coming down off of it, because her moans go from being steady and consecutive to little breaths and whimpers here and there.
when the sensation wears off fully and she becomes too sensitive, her hand comes to grab his wrist that's rubbing her clit and she pins it above his head, her own head making her way down to him again. she'll give it to him, she's pretty impressed he hasn't cum himself by now, and it only keeps her that sexual attraction she has towards him right at the surface, despite her orgasm. ]
You really gonna hold out on me, Frank? [ she teases him, already thrusting back down on him and speeding up to match his pace by this point while leaving a trail of sweet little kisses on his jawline. she stops at his ear and breathes heavy against him. ] You've been so good to me so far.
[ his eyes widen, mouth falling slack in a soft gasp when she pins him down. okay, that should not be so hot. there's no struggle, but he does tighten his forearm just a little, enjoying her strength weighing him down more than he knows is probably healthy. there's absolutely no way he could fight against this anymore even if he could match her physical strength, the way she bears down on him and keeps swirling her hips has him throwing his own head back as wave after wave of pleasure passes over him. ]
Fuck. [ he grunts, eyes closed tightly as his other hand comes up to dig into her back. his own hips barely nudge against hers, he doesn't need the added stimulation in order to be thrown forcibly off the edge. he's forgotten about all of his concerns, all of the thoughts finally, blessedly leaving his mind as she milks his orgasm from him. her voice and her body and her whole person surrounds him now, to the point where he literally can't get away, and he finds startlingly that he doesn't want to — that he enjoys being under her thumb more than anything else they've explored during this encounter. his temple slots in against hers and he bites down on his own lip again, all pain forgotten as he finally gives into his anatomy, his cock jerking one final time inside her as it spills his hot seed. ]Jessica.
[ another bitten back whisper in her ear as he shakes beneath her, cheek flushed and hot where it rests against hers and his breaths coming in pitchy, swift pants. ]
[ there's a satisfied grin that crosses over her lips as she watches and takes note of every facial movement and reaction he has to this. much like him, she keeps her hips going even after he has stopped to carry him through his orgasm, pleasantly surprised by his sudden grip at her back. he definitely didn't have to worry about doing that to her, she actually welcomes it and returns the favor by gripping onto his wrist just a little tighter.
she hunkers down low to him, maintaining her closeness to while brushing her lips up against his own. ] There you go... Just what I wanted. [ her voice is hushed and calls out to him again, this time in the form of a moan as their heads touch one another. ]
I'm here. [ another whisper and a surprisingly gentle tone in her voice. finally, her body comes to a stop and she wants to drop herself on top of him. instead, after a few minutes of them breathing heavy and leaning up against one another, she kisses his forehead before sliding herself off of him. it isn't until now when she feels some of his cum exit with the pullout that fully grasps onto the fact that... he actually did that. which she's absolutely fine with, because she's obviously preventing, but after everything she just kind of assumed he was a pull out kind of guy.
she takes her spot beside him on the bed and curls her small frame up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder. she doesn't say anything, just stares blankly at the wall in front of her as the sex fog is begins to clear out from her mind. now came the part where she began processing what just happened and all those feelings she shoved in the back of her mind. she maintains her silence, not knowing what to say, but she's here and doesn't show any signs of leaving, so. that's something. ]
[ he lets out a particularly growly groan when she holds him down tighter, unseeing eyes blinking open in time for her to drop those words against parted lips. he's completely blissed out now, body giving one last jerking shudder before his flaccid cock slips free of her at last. his eyes shutter at that kiss to his head, a tiny smile curving his lips as he slips back down the bed to reclaim his pillow. in a moment, he'll notice the (mostly harmless) blood on his sheets and the fact that yes he came inside her. but he tried to pull out and was forcibly prevented from doing so - he won't feel that bad about it, in other words. he knows no one's crazy enough to want his kid (ever again.)
the way she settles in next to him is more than welcome, of course, and he takes a moment just to enjoy the feeling before lazily draping an arm around her and burying his face in her hair. he's fine with the silence too, for now, going over tiny details of everything that just happened and plucking out his favorite moments. some of them were even in that rough, almost violent start they'd had, though predictably most are in the latter half. he likes this softer side of jessica jones, he feels beyond privileged to be privy to her. ]
[ the movement of her brows lowers softly when he puts his arm underneath her, a lost expression on her face then when he digs his face into her hair. she's so unsettled by everything. ultimately, she got what she wanted and it was pretty great, but she gets a little anxious when it flashes back in her head. this isn't what was supposed to happen.
the scent of their encounter lingers in the air and she brings a hand up to rest on his chest, making sure it wasn't covering any of his wounds. her eyes, still half furrowed, continue to stare towards the wall. and at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid, she finally speaks, already knowing the answer to her question. ]
Uhhh. [ he starts just as dumbly, trying to determine if she's serious. calloused fingers draw an idle pattern against her arm as he releases a near-silent but fully-contented sigh. ] Do you really want me to answer that?
[ he's not sure he can and beyond that, she probably wouldn't like his answer if he tried. he's not naive enough to think otherwise. ]
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I'm willing to test that if you are.
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This is... so lame. [ she says, mid-chuckle between the two statements as she brings her head back up. ] You're lame.
[ everything about this and him is so different than what shes grown accustom to. ]
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I think you like it. [ he postulates. his lameness, and he laughs too as he presses his forehead against hers and his hands skim downwards to unfasten her jeans. he likes things slow, but he can tell she's even more impatient than he is and he's trying to find a steady balance between them. it's not related to how much he wants her, he tells himself, even as his breathing shallows out against her face. ]
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[ her teeth bite down to her lower lip gently, and hips can't help but instinctively lurch forward at the feel of his hands start to work on her jeans. she, too, begins to mess around that area on him with her own hands while attempting to deal with the buckle on his belt. ]
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[ when he feels that tickling touch down his front, it lights up his nerves, makes him want to do something uncharacteristically... aggressive. maybe if he's softening her up, she's doing the opposite to him. he pauses in his task to toe off his boots, stepping on one then the other so she won't get snagged when she goes to pull his pants off. one big, hot hand presses against her belly as he tugs at her jeans, making sure their pelvises brush once before he's pushing them down with her panties unceremoniously.
slowly, he's pushing her tank top up as he leans down to kiss her neck, enjoying drawing this part out just a little. as his hand roves up over her bra, his mouth skips down, lips brushing at the base of her ribcage. ]
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[ her head cocks slightly, scrunching up her nose while staring confidently at him. she follows his lead in kicking off her own boots, finding it easy to get lost in the moment and forget about little nuisances like that while maintaining her balance. soon after she's repeating the process with her clothes this time.
its a welcomed surprised when she feels his lips against her neck, and she moves her head back against the door frame behind her with a tilt to expose the flesh of her neck to him. he might be taking his time and enjoying these little moments with her, but it only makes her work faster with her hands at the that belt buckle, following up with his button and zipper. her strength had spoiled her, it made her impatient in situations where she had the ability to rip away whatever obstacle was in her way.
she pushes his material down of both his pants and undergarment as far as she possibly can, not even phased by the continued trail of bruisers and lacerations. she is, however, gentle when she props her leg up on his hip and pulls him closer to her--if she even could--her own hips propelling forward once more at her own attempt to tease him. ]
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he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]
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her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.
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he trembles once, a ripple effect from her brief grope, but he's been ready for her a while and even though it's fast he really can't find the cause to complain. frank has no qualms about her moving his hands, and his calloused fingers bite into the soft flesh of her sides before one hand moves to cup her ass appreciatively. in the distant back of his mind, it strikes him that they're doing this unprotected, but his eyes and hands are so full of her he can't dig deeper than that.
the words she drops in his ear are forceful and as unyielding as the rest of her and that's truly his undoing, head arcing back against the pillow as he exposes his throat to her in an unmistakable show of submission. there are so many things he wants to say, but he bites into his lips to hold them at bay when he has no idea how they'll be received. he enjoys this, a lot as she'll be able to feel him fill out even more inside her, staying prone for her, letting her take what she wants. but eventually it's too much for even him and his hips begin a slow grind against hers again, out of joint with the fast pace she rides him with. ]
Don't... stop. [ he manages, barely pushing out the words between his teeth before his eyes are blinking closed against his will. he wants to keep watching her, it's all he wants in the world and so he forces them back open after some (a great deal of) effort. he's not stopping her, even if she's rougher, even if it hurts. it all blends and melds for him into one experience he wouldn't trade for the world. ]
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there's something satisfying about seeing his reaction beneath her and how there's the faintest look of struggle as he stares, and it only drives her further along. she wants to see him need her--really need her. she wants to drive him hard into his climax, and just as her hips begin to pick up speed once more, she feels him move into her at her off beats and it causes her lips to part and hang open a little longer than before while releasing a surprised little moan, eyes shutting tightly. ]
Jesus, fuck--
[ after about a minute of relishing in it, it looks as if she gets frustrated as her hands move to the wall above his head, fingers curling and nails digging into the drywall. her body is angled in a better way to grind at him now, obviously very quick and rough at this point. one hand moves from the wall and grabs him beneath his face by the jaw, teething gritting together as she speaks in a low tone. ]
You sure about that??
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frank grunts as her hands hit the wall behind him, his blunt nails digging into her backside as he continues to rut against her with what little leverage he can muster, his own injuries entirely forgotten though he has no grasp on what further damage she might be doing him in the moment. the way she grabs onto him suddenly has him seeing red, ready to struggle against her before he remembers where he is and remembers her words. ]
Jess... [ it's barely eked out through his lips, one tear rolling down his face unnoticed. he'd never taken part in something so sexually intense, but he can't call it off now, not after he'd fought so hard to prove to her he could take it. he gives the barest nod, cock twitching inside her tellingly as his shift has her thumb brushing his throat. she could so easily crush him, and it's what really gets him moving under her, determined to show his active participation even while allowing and enjoying her total control over his fate. ] Yes. I'm sure.
[ fuck me up, fam. ]
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the grip around his jaw loosens a little before completely releasing from him, only to move up to his cheek. her touch is gentle this time as her lips hover above his own, her sea of black hair cascading all around them. gradually, her hips slow until she's maintaining a decent pace, at times drawing out the space between when she rises up and pushes herself back on top of him every now and then. ]
Frank...
[ she calls out to him, but her voice is hushed. for once there's no sass behind it--no furrowed brows, no eye rolls... she might even look vulnerable, like she could be allowing herself to enjoy it and this moment with him. ]
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it's enough for him to slide up just an inch or two, putting them closer to eye-level all the time as one hand slips around to her front, thumb gently pressing down on her clit as his hips rise to meet hers. his other hand trails slowly up her back until he can cup her throat to support a sudden surge forward to land his lips on hers. he licks over them greedily while he has the momentum, swallowing up his name and allowing her the plausible deniability she might need later. for now, he's just happy to be here with her and there's nothing shameful about that for him, all of his focus on drawing out her pleasure and enjoying these softer moments as much as he had the hard. ]
Jessica. [ this time her name is dropped like a hallowed prayer as their lips part, clearly fulfilled more by this moment than he was by everything leading up. even now, he's vaguely aware that this was a sacrifice for her, for him to see her like this, and it only ramps up his desire to see her through. his thumb starts to move gently to the pace of their coupling, stroking softly as his hips rock against hers. ]
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her eyes are locked onto his, and the touch of his thumb against her clit actually surprises her, as evident on the look on her face and the sound that breaks past her lips when he does so. her grip tightens against his cheek, getting lost in the moment when he kisses back and she returns it with just as much lust.
she shakes her head briefly when he says her name, biting onto her lower lip and furrowing her brows as he does so because goddamn, she never knew someone simply saying her name could turn her on so much. her breathing is staggered against his lips as her pace quickens... just a little more, nothing like before even though her whole body is practically screaming for him. all his movements are increasing as well, causing those rare moans to become more and more frequent. ]
Don't... [ her lips grab his own in a brief and ferocious claim before sliding down past his cheek to his ear. she repeats the same words he just said to her earlier. ] Don't stop... please.
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that kiss carrying one word freezes him to his core, however, his hand stretching open to stop touching her and his body going rigid beneath her. his first assumption is he's done something wrong despite every sign to the contrary and he doesn't relax until she follows it up, coughing out a brief burst of laughter at his own expense. Oh. that can be arranged.
he grins against her cheek, kissing there once before latching back onto that sensitive spot just below her ear as he scrambles for purchase against her to gain even more leverage. he's determined to do it without trying to flip their positions, even if it might take some pressure off his injuries to be on top - it's obvious by now they both prefer this. his thumb slots back in against that bundle of nerves once he's level with her, his pubic bone grinding against her for that much more friction as she keeps up and often surpasses his slow and steady pacing. ]
Okay? [ he rasps against her ear, confirming that's what she wanted even while a telling tremor racks his body, causing him to quake a moment beneath her. though he's obviously close, he's content (and then some) to ride that edge until he sees her over it. even in this moment, her comfort and fulfillment is paramount to his own. ]
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she holds off on answering and simply lets her body do the talking, grinding down into his own thrusting motions while nodding pretty meekly at him. despite everything mentioned, she still has a hard time fitting into the role of being vocal about how he's making her feel. telling him to do something is one thing, telling him he was making her feel amazing was something else. she lets her head hang for a moment, really basking of the combination of everything she's feeling and experiencing right now. ]
Frank.
[ she begins instead, moving to position both her hands on either side of his face, thumbs resting on his cheek bones. him rubbing his thumb against her, combined with everything else, is really hurrying this along, despite her wanting to keep going. her eyes lock onto his once more, head returning to maintain it's close position to his. ]
Fuck, Frank...
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the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]
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frank is a very tentative lover, which isn't what she initially expected going into all of this, but to his benefit he was... really good at it. especially when he speaks to her, that's the part she can't get past. he's not even saying anything dirty, he's just simply talking to her and each time it chips away at whatever barrier she has around her. part of her wants to tell him to stop and the other part wants to tell him to keep talking but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to take away the organic feel of it all.
she can feel her hips instinctively grind forward into his thumb when she rides down on top of him while trying to stay within a reasonable speed. she's getting close--really close--making it somewhat difficult for her to consciously make an effort to stop herself from going all out on him again. even if its naturally what her body wants, she's still really enjoying where they're at right now. obviously.
either way, even if she wanted to suppress herself, she's at the point now where her gaze doesn't break away from his own, hands still holding onto his face. she's obviously trying to convey with her expression just what was about to happen. she wants him to be right there with her... not cum as the same time as her because that's a little too corny for her, but she wants to feel that satisfaction of bringing him past his limit, too. her chest is heaving and she's pretty much strictly breathing through her mouth now. it only takes a few more good downward thrusts and grinds before she throws her head back, neck replacing her spot at his lips and lets out a loud and throaty moan. ]
Oh, Shit!
[ she breathes, eyes closed while riding that wave of euphoria that's hitting her right now. ]
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frank picks up what she's telegraphing easily, since he's already keyed into her every minutia of action. he's right there with her in every sense of the word, his head in her hands, his body between her thighs, and his spirit hers to manipulate. his breathing picks up with hers even if he has no intention of doing anything but watch her come undone. his body doesn't know that, meeting her at every downturn with an upward lift of his hips, never wanting her to find herself on a ledge without support for coming down. ] That's it, that's it. [ he whispers urgently against her throat, his lips catching on her flesh in not-quite-deliberate kisses. his thumb bears down on her in hopes of keeping her right there for the duration, helping to draw out her pleasure from all angles. in that interest, his free hand palms at her chest roughly, pinching at her nipples to add to sensation as he keeps himself stable so that she can come apart in full. ]
Yeah. [ he murmurs heatedly, scattering more kisses down her collar as she rides out her orgasm astride him. it's exactly the front row ticket he signed on for. he'll wait for her to be fully sated, watching her expression carefully so he can pick out the moment it shifts into something more lackadaisical. he's throbbing near painfully inside her now, but he won't let go yet. in fact, he'll be looking for his opportunity (if she'll allow him) to pull out. ]
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when the sensation wears off fully and she becomes too sensitive, her hand comes to grab his wrist that's rubbing her clit and she pins it above his head, her own head making her way down to him again. she'll give it to him, she's pretty impressed he hasn't cum himself by now, and it only keeps her that sexual attraction she has towards him right at the surface, despite her orgasm. ]
You really gonna hold out on me, Frank? [ she teases him, already thrusting back down on him and speeding up to match his pace by this point while leaving a trail of sweet little kisses on his jawline. she stops at his ear and breathes heavy against him. ] You've been so good to me so far.
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Fuck. [ he grunts, eyes closed tightly as his other hand comes up to dig into her back. his own hips barely nudge against hers, he doesn't need the added stimulation in order to be thrown forcibly off the edge. he's forgotten about all of his concerns, all of the thoughts finally, blessedly leaving his mind as she milks his orgasm from him. her voice and her body and her whole person surrounds him now, to the point where he literally can't get away, and he finds startlingly that he doesn't want to — that he enjoys being under her thumb more than anything else they've explored during this encounter. his temple slots in against hers and he bites down on his own lip again, all pain forgotten as he finally gives into his anatomy, his cock jerking one final time inside her as it spills his hot seed. ] Jessica.
[ another bitten back whisper in her ear as he shakes beneath her, cheek flushed and hot where it rests against hers and his breaths coming in pitchy, swift pants. ]
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she hunkers down low to him, maintaining her closeness to while brushing her lips up against his own. ] There you go... Just what I wanted. [ her voice is hushed and calls out to him again, this time in the form of a moan as their heads touch one another. ]
I'm here. [ another whisper and a surprisingly gentle tone in her voice. finally, her body comes to a stop and she wants to drop herself on top of him. instead, after a few minutes of them breathing heavy and leaning up against one another, she kisses his forehead before sliding herself off of him. it isn't until now when she feels some of his cum exit with the pullout that fully grasps onto the fact that... he actually did that. which she's absolutely fine with, because she's obviously preventing, but after everything she just kind of assumed he was a pull out kind of guy.
she takes her spot beside him on the bed and curls her small frame up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder. she doesn't say anything, just stares blankly at the wall in front of her as the sex fog is begins to clear out from her mind. now came the part where she began processing what just happened and all those feelings she shoved in the back of her mind. she maintains her silence, not knowing what to say, but she's here and doesn't show any signs of leaving, so. that's something. ]
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the way she settles in next to him is more than welcome, of course, and he takes a moment just to enjoy the feeling before lazily draping an arm around her and burying his face in her hair. he's fine with the silence too, for now, going over tiny details of everything that just happened and plucking out his favorite moments. some of them were even in that rough, almost violent start they'd had, though predictably most are in the latter half. he likes this softer side of jessica jones, he feels beyond privileged to be privy to her. ]
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the scent of their encounter lingers in the air and she brings a hand up to rest on his chest, making sure it wasn't covering any of his wounds. her eyes, still half furrowed, continue to stare towards the wall. and at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid, she finally speaks, already knowing the answer to her question. ]
What just happened?
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[ he's not sure he can and beyond that, she probably wouldn't like his answer if he tried. he's not naive enough to think otherwise. ]
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