When you try to ask a boy to homecoming but get too nervous and end up making a sarcastic comment, call him an ass and then walk away. Wtf is wrong with me

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Frank carried me up to the bedroom, setting me down onto the bed gently. I blushed as he began kissing my neck, his hands on my lower stomach just under my sweater. He lifted the soft fabric and I sat up a bit so he could take it off and toss it aside.

"Beautiful," Frank muttered as he looked over my body, kissing my stomach gently.

I smiled softly, running a hand through his hair as he trailed kisses up my chest to my lips. I giggled quietly, feeling his hands squeeze my hips. My hand that was in his hair tugged softly on the strands and I heard him groan softly. He rolled his hips against mine and I whimpered. I tugged at his shirt and he complied, pulling it over his head.

"We're gonna go slow, baby," Frank whispered in my ear. "It'll help you last longer."

I suddenly became nervous of finishing prematurely and Frank seemed to notice. He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead.

"It's okay, babydoll, just relax," Frank said softly and I nodded, taking a deep breath but still felt a little anxious.

He leaned down to my stomach, blowing raspberries on the soft, chubby skin. I giggled and he did it again. I started to feel my worries washing away when he did it once more. The calm, nice feeling with him relaxed me as he leaned up to kiss me. Frank stood up from the bed and I frowned in dissapproval. However, that look quickly turned to one of admiration as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. My eyes trailed down to the bulge in his boxers that didn't hide a single thing.

He came back in between my legs, kissing my chest softly as he ran his hands up and down my sides. Frank tugged on my skirt, pulling it down my legs. I felt his lips on my neck again and I moaned, my head tilting back to give him better access. The ache in my panties was growing more and I wanted more stimulation.

"Daddy, please," I whimpered, bucking my hips up.

Frank shushed me quietly, kissing the spot right below my ear. I whined, feeling my face flush and heart race. He hands pulled down my panties and I blushed, my erection laying against my stomach. He took off his boxers, reaching into the dresser beside him and pulling out a bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers, running them around my hole and making me shudder. Frank pushed one in slowly and I furrowed my eyebrows at the unknown feeling. He pumped it in and out slowly before adding a second. This hurt a little more and I bit my lip. His fingers moved in and out of me until they brushed a spot that made me cry out in pleasure.

I saw Frank smirk down at me as he scissored his fingers, hitting that spot again. I moaned, rocking my hips against his hand. I could feel the tight knot of pleasure tightening in the pit of my stomach and making my toes curl. Frank pulled his fingers away and I made a noise of disapproval as he chuckled. He spread lube over his erection, giving me a soft kiss as he positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed in slowly and I whimpered from the painful stretch as he bottomed out. His face was buried in the crook of my neck and I could feel him breathing heavily.

"You alright, baby?" He asked.

"J-just give me a second," I said.

I have myself a few moments to adjust to his size before I told him I was okay. Frank began slowly rocking his hips into me and groaning softly.

"Fuck," I muttered, that pain starting to wash away as I felt pleasure.

Frank was thrusting a little faster now but I could tell he was avoiding that one spot inside me. It still felt good, though, and I could feel myself start to get closer. My hands were tangled into his hair, legs wrapped around his waist while he held onto my hips. I moaned, tugging on his hair.

"Fuck, babydoll, so tight," Frank groaned.

The hot turning increased as Frank's hips moved faster.

"Daddy, oh fuck yes," I moaned.

"Hold it, baby," Frank whispered. "Not until daddy says you can."

I whined, shaking my head in a weak protest. Frank stopped completely and I felt my stomach sink as he looked down at me with a dark expression.

"You don't fucking come until I tell you to, got it?" Frank asked.

I gulped, feeling my dick twitch from the tone of his voice as I nodded meekly. He began moving his hips again, groaning quietly as he kissed along my collarbone.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close," Frank muttered.

I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts as he changed the angle slightly, hitting my prostate. I cried out from how good it felt, throwing my head back and leaving small scratches on his back.

"Right there, daddy, oh fuck," I whined.

He thrust in harder, a layer of sweat covering our bodies and the sound of skin on skin ringing in my ears along with the sound of my racing heart.

"Gonna come," I whimpered, my toes curling.

"Fuck, baby, come for your daddy," Frank whispered.

It only took a few more thrusts before I was coming untouched. He groaned and I felt him come inside me, riding out his orgasm with shallow thrusts before he pulled out.

"Good boy," Frank praised, kissing my cheek. "So fucking good for daddy."

I smiled proudly, feeling a little tired. But I was also hungry, proven so by my growling stomach.

"Want some food, sugar?" Frank asked.

I nodded and stood up with him. I only put on my panties as Frank wore his boxers and we headed down to the kitchen. While he was cooking in front of the stove, I saw the scratches on his back and felt a little guilty.

"Sorry if I hurt you," I muttered.

Frank looked confused and I gestured to his back.

"Oh no, baby, it's alright," Frank dismissed.

I looked over them again, seeing the pink lines over his skin. I looked over his tattoos, admiring them all as I stepped closer. My hand reached up, grazing along the pumpkin one on the back of his neck.

"You like?" He asked.

I nodded my head, knowing that he couldn't even see with his back to me. I wrapped my arms around his middle, kissing the pumpkin tattoo. I heard Frank chuckle as he turned around in his arms and looked down at me. His smiled, kissing my forehead. I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle.

"What is it?" Frank asked.

"Your eyes are so pretty," I whispered.

He smiled and ran a hand through my hair.

"Your eyes are pretty too," Frank said. "What color are your eyes?"

"Hazel," I said. "The same color as yours."

"I think hazel is my favorite color," Frank remarked.

"Mine too," I agreed.

The two of us stood together in a cozy embrace as I rested my head on his shoulder, listening to his beating heart. However, our peaceful moment was ruined when the smoke alarm went off. I jumped away from Frank and he accidentally hit the back of his head on the cabinet. He cursed under his breath, taking the smoking food off the stove and began hitting the smoke detector with a rag. I covered my ears at the loud sound, backing up against the wall.

"Turn off you stupid fuck!" Frank exclaimed.

Eventually the loud beeping stopped and Frank sighed in relief, leaning back against the counter and rubbing the spot on the back of his head that he hit. He stepped forward, giving me a kiss.

"You okay, baby?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, it just scared me a bit is all, daddy," I said.

"Well, our dinner is certainly not gonna happen," Frank said, looking at the burnt food. He reached into the cabinet, pulling out a bag of Doritos as my eyes widened and I smiled. "Just this once, Princess, you can't have chips for dinner every night."

"Okay, daddy," I said happily, taking the Doritos from his hand.

"What do you want to drink, honey?" Frank asked.

He opened the fridge and I looked over the selection, pointing to the apple juice. Frank smiled, grabbing it and pouring it into a sippy cup that I saw was purple when I held onto his arm. He grabbed a beer for himself and we went into the living room as he flicked the tv on. The two of us sat in the dark, light from the tv illuminating us as we sat eating Doritos and drinking our drinks.

"How's your ass?" Frank asked. "I didn't want to be too rough on your first time."

"It's okay," I reassured him.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I snuggled up against his side, feeling my heart flutter as we watched the colorful pictures on the screen. We cuddled together on the couch, eating Doritos and drinking. There seemed to me no problems whatsoever, just us two in the world as we sat here while it started to get late. Sweet Pea had jumped up onto the couch, curled into a ball on my lap. She didn't seem interested in the food, just on sitting with me.

"I think she finally likes you," Frank said with a chuckle.

I smiled down at her, scratching the top of her head. I yawned quietly and hoped that Frank hadn't seen. Unfortunately he did and stood up, grabbing our empty containers of food and drinks and putting them into the kitchen. He took my hand, shutting off the tv while I pouted.

"Can't we stay up a little longer?" I begged. "I don't want to go home tomorrow night."

"It's bedtime, baby, maybe you can come back another time," Frank said. "But we can have all day tomorrow to cuddle and play."

I followed him up to the bedroom a little sadly. I laid in the bed as Frank grabbed something, coming back with my paci and Flo. I smiled, taking the objects and sucking quietly on the paci. Frank laid down behind me, pulling me closer so my back pressed against his front and I quickly fell asleep in his warm embrace.