#SO fucking WEAK for leathermouth frank

[frnkiebby]

fucking beautiful gorgeous man~🎃

[anystalker707]

One is good, two is better

Pairing: [ProRev] Frank x [afab] Reader x [Leathermouth] Frank Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Leathermouth catches (y/n) making out with ProRev and he simply needs to join them. Kind of content: Dom and Sub undertones / Humiliation / Oral / Groping / Dacryphilia / Overstimulation / Begging

Requested by @lubbockshusband [Prorev Frank x Leathermouth Frank x gn!reader (afab) Idk how this is gonna work but you always think of something :) (...)]

a/n: I’m not explaining the co-existence of more than one Frank, okay. Like, they just exist and fuck you. Literally.

Even if they are practically the same, only a copy-paste of each other if you dare, you can eventually tell the difference between Leathermouth and ProRev, or else they would just endlessly agree with each other or have already killed each other, and not bicker for most of the time—actually the reason why we had to sort out the chores in a way the two wouldn’t be at the same room while at least one of them does something. Not like it is completely bad, no. Well, not if the focus of their competition is actually focused on you.

The sound of the dishes, both from the dinner and the few things we ate or drank after it, being washed is faintly heard over the sound of the sound of the TV, drowning out the quietest sounds that come from the show being streamed and immediately tossing ProRev’s interest on the screen out the window, along with mine. The remote is way too far, after all.

A soft sigh escapes ProRev’s lips, sending a shiver down my spine with how it fans over my neck, making me shift a little only to be held in place—half sitting on his lap—by his hands on my hips. His nose pokes under my jaw lightly until I tilt my head and allow him to nuzzle it properly and press kisses to the skin, just a matter of time before I turn around to press my lips to his, gladly welcomed by a soft hum and a squeeze on my hips.

ProRev’s lips press harder against mine, which is both good and bad at the same time, given how pain starts tugging on the side of my neck, compelling me to break the kiss briefly, only so I can move to straddle his lap and pull him for a deeper kiss this time. A quiet sound comes from ProRev, encouraging me to take a hold of the strands of hair on the back of his head, holding his head in place whilst I tilt mine, sinking my teeth on his bottom lip softly, enough to draw another soft sound from him at the same time his hips twitch under me. That easy?

No matter how having his hair tugged on makes ProRev weak—and probably has the same effect on Leathermouth, something we haven’t been able to prove yet and won’t until he decides to stop keeping his hair short—, he still has the needed strength to move both of us in a way I’m lying on my back on the couch. His warm hands slip under my shirt, taking a brief pause around my waist to squeeze the skin, eventually reaching up higher, so—

“What a sight, huh?” A sudden voice cuts through the thick atmosphere of the room, compelling ProRev and I to look at Leathermouth at the same time. As ProRev exhales in unamusement, more adrenalynn is pumped through my veins.

“Fuck you, weren’t you washing the dishes or something?” His eyebrow arches as ProRev looks at the other, up and down.

“And? I finished it already!” Leathermouth clicks his tongue. “Get the fuck off (y/n).”

“No, I got here first.” ProRev continues what he finished, raising my shirt and tugging it over my head to expose my bare torso without even caring about how Leathermouth glares daggers at him, about to touch his shoulder when he huffs. “Okay, let’s make a deal, huh?”

Leathermouth drops his hand to his side with a sigh. “Deal?”

Then maybe, just maybe, that little competition stretching itself over me isn’t exactly a good idea. The grin that stretches itself across ProRev’s face has this feeling stirring in my stomach while I instinctively swallow around nothing, feeling my skin rising at how he hums in affirmation with a nod.

“Yeah,” ProRev pushes. “We take turns.”

Something glints in their eyes, the air around the two changing, even if they don’t move a single muscle, not before they’re both turning to face me.

“Fuck,” I exhale shakily.

After a brief discussion—which ProRev manages to win mostly by the fact he’s already feeling up my torso before Leathermouth can conclude his arguments—, ProRev already fixes a condom and discards his clothes quickly and effectively, eyeing me with the hungriest eyes when I finish getting rid of the last piece of clothing; he pats his thighs once finding a proper position on one of the ends of the couch, mumbling for me to sit down. Maybe it’s due to the dispute between the two, but at the same time the arousal grows faster in my lower stomach, the nervousness rumbles under my skin due to the prying eyes observing me from ahead and behind me.

“So hot, baby,” ProRev mumbles with a soft sigh, his lips still red and a little swollen from making out earlier. His hands already travel to my hips as I throw a leg over his lap to once again straddle him. Now without any layer of clothes between us. Perfect. “Look at you,” he exhales, a grin threatening to tug on his lips, “I’m going to make you feel so good, hm? What do you want?”

“Just fuck me hard and good,” I breathe, closing my hands around his bare shoulders, and am about to lower myself at least on his lap just to be held in place, his fingers digging into my hips.

“I don’t think you’re getting anywhere being demanding like that, hm? Where are your manners?” He leans forward, lips pressed to my chest to litter the skin with soft kisses, occasionally nibbles, and even with the affection, I still groan in complaint. “No, c’mon!” ProRev clicks his tongue, his deception dripping sarcasm and entertainment. “I’m not even gonna let Leathermouth touch you if you don’t behave.”

A firm affirming hum comes from behind me and even without seeing him, I know the exact waiting and stern look that Leathermouth has on. The thought of being left untouched after all of this isn’t exactly the best thing, not after how they left me all riled up just by seeing them discuss between each other and knowing what they can do when they’re in a mood like this, but the words are just stuck in my throat.

“I...” I clean my throat, not wanting to sound shaky. “Please, fuck me.” My hands are already starting to sweat over his shoulders.

“You can do better than that.” ProRev doesn’t bat an eye. Fucker. Stupid. “How bad do you want it?”

“Please,” I breathe, about to avert my eyes away from his when he hums, compelling me to look at him again at the same moment. “Please, fuck me, let me ride you. I really need it. Let me feel you inside me...” He raises an eyebrow. “...Sir.”

“Now, that’s what I was looking forward to.” He bares his teeth in a proud grin, finally bringing me over to his lap, and lets his hips grind against mine, helplessly snatching a moan from me.

Thankfully, the agonizing wait is over, with Frank’s cock eventually poking against my entrance while his hand that remains around my hip lowers me against him. A soft moan escapes my lips at the initial discomfort that quickly melts away into certain pleasure according to how he pushes in, the position allowing him to go in deep, hence my breathing is already out of pace by the time he’s pushed in completely.

“Such a good, beautiful slut, aren’t you?” ProRev runs his nose along my jaw, lips grazing the skin until they latch to a spot, his teeth tugging lightly on it. If it weren’t for being threatened to be left untouched earlier, I really would’ve let the sharp no escape my lips helplessly, but I only limit myself to press my lips together and look away for now, wrapping my arms around his shoulders instead. A chuckle is breathed against my neck as he compels me to start moving, his hands around my hips slowly guiding my movements. “It only took threatening not to touch you and you quickly rethought your decisions. What’d it be of you without us to fuck you so good like this, hm?” He moans, low and hot, breath fanning over my ear. “Without us to make you behave like this? Treat you like the dirty little thing you are.”

Another moan fills the room and it takes me a moment to notice it’s actually mine. The way their talk always gets me so aroused is tremendly hateful—something so dirty shouldn’t make me feel so aroused like this—yet, here I am, just wanting them to continue and use me in whatever way they wish.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as I take control over my movements, rolling my hips against ProRev’s before I can start a faster pace, trying to match his movements, only snatching more and louder moans from both of us.

“Got you eager just at the thought of it?” ProRev groans softly and pulls back from me despite my protests—my hands slide down to his chest, resting there given how he leans back against the couch’s armrest, eyeing me up and down. “C’mon, hun, don’t get shy!” His hand meets the side of my thigh, not heavily, but enough for a sting to spread across the skin, making me speed up the movements that had came to falter without me noticing it.

Doing all the work by myself isn’t as easy nor as pleasurable, but I do as said nonetheless, moaning at how I let my movements grow heavier by letting my weight fall on him every few thrusts, pleased with how he also moans, encouraging me to seek more of it. His hands run up and down my torso, squeezing here and there, but his hands never go below my hips.

“Heavenly, huh?” Even if ProRev’s eyes never avert away from my body, his words are clearly not directed to me.

“A fucking show,” Leathermouth groans from behind me, his breathy and low words sending a shiver down my spine as I am reminded of his presence, whining softly.

“I know.” ProRev’s lips part in a grin again, that same smug grin from always, momentarily fading as his tongue wets his bottom lip. “Can you cum just from that? C’mon, show me what you got, love, but don’t touch yourself.” His hands rest on top of my thighs, fingers sinking into the skin in a sharp squeeze, only making me think of how I need more.

“Why so quiet, (y/n)? Cat got your tongue or something?” Leathermouth asks from behind me.

“F-Fuck you,” I mumble, though miserably unable to stay annoyed for long. “Just— M-More—” Not only my words, but also my thoughts are incoherent, all clouded with the haze of the pleasure that is all so overwhelming and not enough at the same time, somehow. The back of my thighs complain already at the repetitive and almost useless continuous motion, but I can’t bring myself to stop either, even more after I reach just the right position, having me gasping and digging my nails into ProRev’s sides at the same time I arch my back, snatching a moan from him.

Maybe it’s all in my mind, not actually regarding how ProRev isn’t returning touches, but about how I want him to touch me. Fuck.

“More, hm?” The sudden voice says next to my ear and I gasp at feeling Leathermouth’s hand resting over my hip, giving it a firm squeeze, as his—now bare—chest presses to my back. “See? You can’t treat them well,” he says as his lips linger on my neck, mustache tickling the skin, but his attention is somewhere else, given how ProRev isn’t looking at me while twisting his mouth, glaring at Leathermouth’s direction. “He barely touched you properly, right, baby?” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Lucky you, though. I’d touch you until you couldn’t handle it anymore,” he groans—his words make my breath hitch in my throat as I freeze for a second, but there’s not a lot of time to process it, not with how fast things happen, not with how his hand is soon between my legs so he can run his fingers against my clit.

“Ngh, don’t stop,” I pant, bringing one of my hands to clutch at Leathermouth’s forearm, and as much as my hopes regarding him were fucking shattered, at least his touch does sparkle something in my lower stomach. The newfound pleasure adds up, compelling the familiar feeling to peek in the distance and my thighs work harder, almost becoming sort of numb.

“You aren’t making this any fun!” ProRev’s voice is tight in his chest with the suppressed moans, hence the way he is enjoying himself only shows through how his hands tighten around my thighs, his hips shifting the slightest.

“That’s what you think,” Leathermouth chuckles, and I know I should worry about it, but fuck off. There’s finally more. His fingers even press harder down against my clit whenever I push my hips against them, so it’s enough to focus on for now instead of the stupic bickering between the two. “That’s it,” he mumbles into my ear, hand moving from my hip to my chest now, feeling around until he traces one of my nipples, quickly starting to twist and play with it between his fingers. “Such a pretty little thing. All whiny and needy for us.” He presses a kiss to my neck.

“F-For you,” I echo with a sigh.

My thighs start to quiver more, for a different reason this time, the same one I slow my movements for, feeling my release each time close—fucking finally.

“I-I’m gonna—”

“No, you won’t,” Leathermouth groans and pulls away before I’m actually close enough, snatching a long whine from me due to the frustration, which only fucking grows given how I’m not even able to squirm or continue moving against ProRev, being held in place for a long moment—enough for the orgasm to fade away—and pulled off him.

ProRev’s chuckle brings me back to reality, the smug expression playing on his face once again and not even changing despite the glare I shoot at him. “Aw, look at their face! You’re so evil!” His bottom lip sticks out a little, only to fade into a smile again.

“Doesn’t even look like they enjoy it. Right, baby?” A heavy hand on my shoulder compels me to fall from my knees to sit down on the couch at the same time my head is pulled back by the hair on the back of my head, having me whining a little, much to Leathermouth’s pleasure. “Because you fucking love it when we use you, or else you wouldn’t be moaning and whining like the fucking whore you are.” Regardless of his words, his tone sounds loving and caring, followed by a sweet kiss pressed to my cheek, innocent, contrasting completely to the rest of the thing. None of these, of course, help me get off. Their touches feel like they’re burning into my skin, but it’s never fucking enough, at the same time.

“Please.” I swallow, not only wanting to be fucked properly, but also for them to do something, fast.

“Please what?” He raises an eyebrow.

Leathermouth and ProRev’s methods are often similar to each other. Even with clear differences, they have an underlying constant that is present from the need for affection to the dominance. Even so, both are annoying.

“Please, sir, just fuck me, touch me— Anything to make me cum,” I find myself babbling without much difficulty. After all, I don’t think I can indulge myself to risk much right now. “I need you so fucking bad.”

Leathermouth’s lips stretch into a wide smile before he presses a kiss to my neck, and it’s shamefully easy how he has me on my knees again, now bent forward to meet with ProRev’s lap instead—I clumsily rest my arms on his thighs. His hand is tightly wrapped around his cock, which rests heavily and bright pink in his hand, now ridden of the condom.

“Hi, love!” His free hand moves to the back of my head, playing with my hair with a questioning carefulness. An amused hum comes from him with how my head practically falls to his thigh at the moment my hips are pulled up by Leathermouth.

“Fuck, look at you,” Leathermouth groans at the same moment his thumbs dig into my asscheeks, making me want to get away and hide at how he kneads down at the skin, but what am I going to do about it? All I do is to moan, feeling him run down a finger between my folds while he mumbles something, his words sounding incoherent, before his touch vanishes, and a sharp slapping sound cuts through the room.

“A-Ah, hell,” I gasp, arching my back at the same time the sharp pain spreads across my asscheek along with the burning feeling that replaces exactly where Leathermouth’s hand met the skin. It doesn’t take long until it happens again, on my opposite asscheek, and snatching a choked sound from me this time resulting from how I try to hold back a fucking moan.

“Oh, enjoying yourself?” Leathermouth hums, voice dripping fake amusement. “So dirty, (y/n), you’re getting off on being fucking spanked like this.” His hand meets my ass again; I shudder, moaning openly.

“I wonder if you could cum just from that.” ProRev tugs on the hair on the back of my head this time, pulling my head up. “Because you’re just that pathetic.” For the first time in a while, he isn’t grinning or anything similar—the smugness now replaced by disdain, and fuck, maybe the smugness wasn’t that bad. He doesn’t seem to care, though, of course not. Instead, he pulls me closer, enough so he can run the tip of his cock against my lips, letting the precum coat them before he is pushing himself past my lips. I can’t help but to relax my jaw.

The calmness, of course, was too good to be genuine.

Leathermouth presses to my entrance, only teasingly at first, but then he is pushing in with a single motion. This time, there’s no discomfort, just the sudden pleasure that is sent ringing up my spine in strong waves, having me frozen and unable to make a sound, mainly given how he starts moving right after he pushes in, giving me no time to adjust or anything, just fucking me hard right away with his fingers digging into my hips.

“C’mon, I don’t have you here for nothing!” ProRev tugs on my hair, and consequently forces me back to reality; a moan escapes his lips at how I whine around him, quickly doing my best to get moving even if dividing my attention between the two feels almost impossible.

After some point, I believe I’m just moving around ProRev out of instinct, mostly guided by his hand on the back of my head because fuck, it’s hard to think about anything else with how Leathermouth’s hips snap against mine. Not so hard, though, after I feel the familiar pain from earlier spreading across my ass when Leathermouth hits it once again, hand meeting the skin heavily, probably stronger than before, but the pain quickly and only results in the arousal pooling down in my lower stomach. It’s pathetic, as if I wasn’t even being touched earlier, fuck.

“Listen to him, will you?” Leathermouth groans, clicking his tongue in obvious disappointment, while his thrusts momentarily grow slower.

Pain tugs lightly on the sides of my jaw, but I still do my best hollow my cheeks around ProRev, holding around his base to stroke where my mouth can’t reach, but make up for it by working my tongue against him. I trace his tip and tongue down at his slit, feeling him twitch in my hand at the same time more of the sour, salty taste fills my mouth and his fingers loosen on my hair.

Leathermouth moans behind me, a string of curses leaving his lips at the same time he presses a hand down to my lower back and his movements increase in speed whilst his hand slips between my legs to once again trace my clit, only pressing down at it at first, feeling it pulse under his fingers. Of course it’s a relief, however, it has me wanting more, too.

“Go on,” ProRev mumbles, massaging my scalp lightly, but his tone still holds the same disdain he had earlier when looking at me. “‘M almost there, hun. Do what you gotta do.”

A shaky sigh escapes my lips while I’m momentarily relieved by a gush of air hitting my face, though it... It feels cold. Fuck, can’t believe it’s due to tears, aside from the spit and cum trailing down my chin. Burying the thought in the back of my mind, I simply—try to—focus on taking ProRev’s cock, leaning in until my nose is buried in the light line of dark hair down his skin, and I swallow around him, still unable to hold back my moans, but I don’t think it’s a problem at all for him.

ProRev moans deeply, his hips thrusting up a little before I move back, trying to start moving my head while taking him in deeper this time. His fingers press down softly to my scalp, giving me a nice feeling. “Fuck, they’re crying,” he groans, hips jerking up again. “Pretty.”

“Pretty hot,” Leathermouth mumbles, letting out a hum once his fingers start moving against my clit. My release seems to approach faster and easier than earlier, hence my thighs start to quiver already even if his fingers barely started to move against my clit, but still make me sensible to everything else.

“Mmph, fuck,” ProRev gasps softly, followed by more moans with how I gasp and whine around him, feeling something in my lower stomach tighten, not long before I’m finally coming. My vision goes blank for a moment as I’m only grounded to reality by the tingling sensation of my orgasm, running up my thighs, leaving me spasming around Leathermouth at the same time my legs twitch with each of his thrusts.

“Don’t fucking stop,” ProRev chokes out as his fingers tangle around my hair, tugging on it once again, but the most I’m able to do is to clumsily move, feeling my muscles shaking and twitching because Leathermouth does fucking keep up to his words, not stopping to move his hips or his fingers angainst me. It makes me want to squirm, but I’m not able to do a lot, not with how they hold me in place or guide my motions, and it just keeps going, more and more, until I almost choke on how ProRev thrusts his hips up suddenly, coming down my throat with a loud moan, and it doesn’t take long for Leathermouth to cum as well, keeping moving his hips before a throaty moan comes from him and he pulls away, leaving behind a lingering empty sensation.

Soft whines squeeze past my throat with how I breathe heavily, gasping for air after I pull away from ProRev, resting my head over his thigh, and I don’t even have the strength to lean into his touch when he starts playing with my hair. “Oh my, you did so well, baby,” he says lovingly.

“Yeah,” Leathermouth hums. Hands hold onto my sides, pulling me up and moving me, and soon I’m resting my head against Leathermouth’s shoulder while I straddle his lap. “So good for us, aren’t you? The fucking best.” He presses a kiss to my neck with a hum while he thumbs against my lower back, which is weirdly relaxing.

“I know, right?” ProRev mumbles somewhere behind me, his words followed by a kiss being pressed to my back. “Our sweet thing. You’re so, so pretty.”

“We’re so proud of you.”