This is the second part of Amanda's birthday one shot. She asked for another one. It's sex filled because I didn't want to write her another one anytime soon. =P Have you read part 1 yet?( “This. Was. The. Best. Birthday. Ever.” )
Title: Amanda's birthday one shot [Part 2] (I really have to think of better titles)
Pairing: Amanda and Frank Iero
Warning: Very mediocre sex.
Disclaimer: FICTION which means fake.
Summary: It's Amanda's birthday and Frank wants to celebrate!
Amanda smirked at him and moved to sit on top of his lap. “I bet I waited for this longer than you have.” She taunted while she sneakily slid her hand up under his shirt, tracing his ab lines. Frank grinned up at her, his light hazel eyes shimmering in the dim light. “Try me. How long have you waited for this?” He asked, his fingers subconsciously drumming against her thigh. “September.” Amanda said the month with pride, her arms curling around Frank’s neck. She laughed at Frank’s baffled expression and mumbled curses.
“Lucky, I considered you mine in October.” Frank told her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Amanda’s smile took up most of her face; it was wide enough to brighten up their dark corner. Frank stopped nuzzling her neck and pulled her closer to his body, feeling her curves. “I’m yours?” Amanda asked, hovering right above Frank’s red and swollen lips. “You were always mine.” Amanda barely heard the words since they were masked by the music but she felt the words because he mouthed it against her sweaty skin.
One quick kiss and it was Amanda’s turn to lead Frank today. She pulled him through the dance floor, twisting through the dancers and the thick and hot atmosphere and they ended up walking back to campus in the somewhat chilly California air. Play grabbing (Frank) and high squeals (Amanda) were all out of fun and Amanda wondered if the alcohol was making her act like this even though she had half a beer. Getting a hint of where they were going, Frank led her straight to his dorm building. Amanda was just a little upset that Frank had figured out her plan but didn’t pay much mind to it because it was his room she planned on going to.
They quickly jogged up the stairs, being to impatient to use the elevator, and hurriedly enter Frank’s single dorm room, Frank’s lips couldn’t leave Amanda’s even while he was swiping his I.D. to open his door. They shuffled into the room, their hands not leaving each other’s bodies. Not know where they were headed in their passionate heat, Frank hit his bed’s foot board and toppled over it, Amanda going down with him. They both landed on the bed, bouncing as they laughed at the awkwardness. They took deep breaths as the laid in bed looking at each other. The utterly dark room made it hard to see Frank but his wet olive skin seemed to be glowing.
“Who would have thought that we would be in this situation?” Frank asked while tucking some strands of Amanda’s hair behind her ear. Her brown eyes glistened even in the dark; Frank noticed. “I’ve waited for this for the longest time.” She confessed. Amanda was starting to move from her spot on the bed and climbed on top of Frank, straddling his hips with her thighs. She could feel Frank poking her through his jeans and gave him a long lingering kiss before rocking down against it. His long fingers curled around Amanda’s hips digging into them as he let out a lustful groan.
“God Mandi,” Frankie groaned, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip. “We shouldn’t do this if you don’t want to.” He said trying to grasp the little sense that he had left. Amanda leaned forward, her hot breath caressing Frank’s ear and whispered hotly. “Who said I didn’t want to?” Frank looked up the girl above him, not know who she became. “Amanda!” Frank called out in surprise and she just rolled her eyes. She fisted Frank’s button down shirt taking it off roughly and tracing the lines in her arms. “Frank, just fuck me.” She breathed, lifting up the white tight T-shirt. Frank wasted no time after hearing Amanda plead. He tore off his shirt and unzipped the back of Amanda’s dress. The blue piece of clothing was lifted off her body and thrown carelessly on the floor.
Frank wrapped one arm around her waist and turned her back, kissing every piece of naked flesh he saw. Moaning softly to herself, Amanda unhooked her bra. Frank’s jeans and the rest of Amanda’s underwear were thrown on the floor. Franks’ lips never stayed in one place. They moved from her lips, to her neck, her shoulders, the space between her breasts, her flat stomach back to her needing lips again. Amanda’s fingers gripped Frank’s black locks as he slid his long length into her. Amanda’s legs wrapped around Frank’s sticky waist making his dick fill her. Her head rested on his shoulder, moaning softly as Frank rolled his hips and bucked into her.
“Fuck!” Frank breathed when he slowly pulled out if her and thrusted back into her, her nerve endings exploding. Her fingers dug into her shoulders blades, the inked skin will sure be bruised in the morning. His slow pace gradually grew faster and heavier with louder moaning from both participants. Frank’s thrusts were doubling in speed making his hips collide with Amanda in a dull pain she loved. Her panting reached Franks’ ears and Frank’s concentrated low grunts reached hers. Frank’s hands and lips were roaming Amanda’s luscious body as his hips moved effortlessly. She pressed her lips hard against Frank’s once she felt that familiar tingling feeling in her stomach. “I love you Frank.” She mumbled on top of his lips. Thrusting, Frank grunted and stopped moving inside of Amanda.
He took his time moving the strands of Amanda’s hair away from her sweaty and sticky face before kissing her tenderly. “I love you too.” He whispered giving her a kiss on her forehead. Still above her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of his lap so she was sitting on him. He took hold of her hips and moved her up and down until they found a steady rhythm together. Once they found a steady pace, they went faster until they both came. Amanda threw her head back, muttering Frank’s name over and over again Frank rested his head against her pillowy breasts. They rode out their orgasm before collapsing onto the bed.
They laid side by side, exhausted from their previous activity. They cuddled in bed while they waited for sleep to take over. “This. Was. The. Best. Birthday. Ever.” Amanda breathed, not finding her voice, Frank chuckled low in her ear and she wondered if she can sleep with him one more time but Frank kissed her on the cheek and her eyes were already closing.