Tales of a Chemical Romance

"I'm gonna go find Claire!" you yelled over the music to your girlfriend on your left. She nodded and continued screaming the words to the song the shitty band was playing. She was too drunk to even notice how shitty they were.

You swam through the crowd towards the bar to get a better look. You couldn't see over the crowd so you stood up on a chair and looked around. Still no sign of her.

"God damn it, Claire. Where are you?" you growled to yourself.

You were about to step down when you lost your footing and nearly fell to your death, or so it felt, until a rough pair of hands grabbed your ass and kept your balance. You gasped and turned around to swat the pair of hands away when you noticed it was Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance.

"Oh my fucking God..."
"Yeah, I'd say. You just about fell to your fucking death." he hollered up at you over the music. Told ya.
"I... Uh..." You looked down at his hands and he quickly pulled them away.
"Shit, sorry about that. It was the only place I could grab on such short notice."
"It's okay," you squeaked out. "My ass considers it an honor."
"My hands consider it an honor to support such a great ass," he laughed, running his fingers over his chin. "How about I buy you a drink?"
You stepped down off the chair and shook your head. "I don't drink, actually."
"Oh? Don't like it or...?"
"I like it, don't get me wrong. I'm just not..." You struggled for the right words.
"Into it?"
"Old enough, actually."
"Oh! I get ya now. You've gotta be what, 9?" he joked.
"19, actually. You've gotta be what, 45?" you joked right back.
"Ooooh. Harshhhh. I'm only 24."
"See? Not that much older than me."
"Are you looking for someone or something?"
"Yeah," you sighed, looking around again. "My girlfriend Claire mysteriously disappeared and I can't find her anywhere."
"Short blonde with a red streak in the bangs?"
"Yeah," you whipped your head in his direction again. "How'd you--?"
"She's making out with our drummer right now."
You pulled a face and groaned. "That's just great."
"Don't worry, she's in good hands."
"Somehow I feel like Bob Bryar getting his hands on a 19 year old isn't what I call 'good hands'".
Frank laughed at this and added, "Why don't you come over to our place and wait for her?"

It was your turn to laugh this time. What was he planning, getting laid?

"Why, so you can play a few smooth lines and get me in bed too?"
"I was planning on watching a few movies or something until they're done, actually," he laughed.
"Uh-huh, sure," you winked, leading the way out to the alley way.
"I wouldn't need any smooth lines to get you in bed if that was my true intention anyways, sugar tits," he growled in your ear once you were outside.
You shivered and pushed him away playfully. "Just fuck off and lead the way."
"Oh, come on. You like it."
"Fuck off, Iero," you laughed.

Once you arrived at his apartment, sure enough, you could hear Bob and Claire going at it.

"Oh my god, make it stop," you groaned, covering your ears with your hands.
Frank laughed and shielded your eyes. "Whatever you do, just think of puppies and daisies."
"Now I'm picturing them fucking in a field of flowers and puppies! Oh my god!"
Frank laughed harder, pulling you towards his room. He locked the door and sighed, kicking his shoes off. "No offense, but you look younger in the light."
"Thanks?"
"It's kind of unnerving. Like, are you really 19 or are you some 14 year old with a fake ID trying to fuck a band member?" he laughed.
"My birthday is October 31st, 1995, you dipshit," you laughed, chucking one of his pillows at him.
"Alright, Jesus!" he laughed, throwing it back. "So, ummm...?"
"Oh, shit, right. My name's Y/N."
"Well it's very nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled. "Of course, not under these circumstances."
"What, your drummer fucking my best friend?"
"Yeah..."
You laughed and shrugged. "At least one of us is getting laid."
"What, you can't get laid?"
"Well I could ask you the same thing but--"
"I can get laid, thank you."
"Right, right. That's why you're patrolling the shitty bars, groping random girls' asses. Makes perfect sense."
"You know what--?"

And he came at you, pinning you down against his floor. He began tickling your sides, blowing raspberries on your tummy. You couldn't take it and started laughing like crazy, wrapping your legs around his torso. He started to blow raspberries on your neck and soon they turned into soft, wet kisses and you laughs turned into shallow breaths and quiet moans. His hands wandered up your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra as his lips crashed into yours. His tongue flickered over your bottom lip and you granted him entry, thanking God as his tongue fought for dominance over yours, eventually winning. He pulled back to pull his shirt over his head and you took in his tattoos, every one of them. You sat up and pushed him down on his back, kissing every tattoo in sight. His breath hitched as your lips inched closer and closer to his pelvis. You looked up and noticed he had his head tilted back and his eyes closed. You smirked and undid his belt quickly, pulling his pants down to his knees even quicker. His head shot up and looked down at you.

"Wait, what are you do-- Oh my fucking god." he groaned out, tilting his head back again as you took him in your mouth. "Y/N, you're so fucking perfect right now. Oh my god."

You took him all the way to the back of your throat, jerking him off as you did so. His hips were starting to thrust upwards and you took control and pinned them down, which earned another groan from him. Just as he was about to cum, you pulled away from him and let him calm down.

"Oh... my... god..." he panted, his chest rising and falling quickly.
"Frank, God had nothing to do with what just happened," you joked. "That was strictly Lucifer."
"Well praise be unto Lucifer then because that was the best I've ever fucking had."
You laughed out loud at that and stood up, grabbing your shirt. "Yeah, well..."
He kicked his jeans off at grabbed your hair roughly but in a sexually playful way and pulled you over to his bed. "And just where the fuck do you think you're going, Y/N?"
"Home?" you purred.
"Unh-uh. You're staying right here," he purred back, pulling your leather skirt down and off, throwing it across the room. "I believe I owe you a favor."


And soon his tongue was all over you. Nipping at your inner thighs, he slid his fingers into you, moving in and out quickly. His tongue flickered across your clit quickly, making you scream and pant his name out even quicker. Using God's name in vain more than you could remember, you soon felt your stomach knot up.

"Frank, I think I'm gonna--" you screamed out, digging your nails into his shoulders.
"Do it, baby. Come on, cum for me. Right fucking now." he growled against you, his golden eyes peeking up at you.

You kept eye contact with him as long as you could without feeling uncomfortable before you came. He hissed in approval, rubbing your clit even faster as you rode out your orgasm. You let your head fall back as your breathing slowed down to its normal pace and wiped the sweat off your forehead. Soon you felt your legs parting even further and looked down to see Frank tearing the condom wrapped with his teeth.

"What are you doing?" you asked, kind of concerned.
"Buying Brazil," he joked, kissing you.
"I-I'm serious, Frank. What are you doing?"
"Dude, are you okay?" His tone had switched completely. It had gone from crazily horny to crazily concerned. "Is this-- Wait, is this your first time?" he whispered.
You couldn't muster up the balls to say anything so you just nodded, your eyes widened and scared.
He leaned back down and sat back, looking down. "I don't think I've ever taking someone's virginity before," he whispered, most likely to himself but you heard him nonetheless.
"Do--Do you want to?" Whoa, where did THAT come from?! You couldn't even believe you said it either!
"The question is, do you want to?"
"I'd rather it be with you than some sleaze in college," you admitted.
He chuckled at that too, nodding. "Yeah. Rather it be a sleazy rock star who's bound to forget your name than a sleazy college student who forgot he graduated 4 years ago, huh?"
You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder. "That's not true, Frank."
"Oh?"
You smiled softly and nodded, sighing. "It's not true... He'd have graduated 5 years ago. Freshmen can't pledge."

He laughed harder at that one and sighed. "So are you sure you wanna do this?"
You nodded and sighed. "Under one condition..."
"What's that, babe?"
You grabbed his hair and pulled his face to yours. "We have to louder than Bryar and Claire."
He groaned in pleasure at your pulling his hair and nodded. "Deal."

He aligned his hips with yours and looked down at you, asking permission with his eyes. You nodded and dug your nails into his sheets, just in case. He pushed in slowly at first, getting used to the tightness himself. He let his head hang down and watch as he pushed in further, moaning every time. You arched your back in a mixture of pain and pleasure, digging your nails into his hips. Soon, he was only halfway in and you could barely take it anymore.

"Y/N, I'm not even halfway in," he whispered soothingly. "Do you really want me to stop?"
You shook your head and whimpered, "Just.. take it easy on me, okay?"
"I promise, Y/N. I promise I will." He continued kissing you as he pushed in even further, finally releasing a deep and loud groan as his shaft collided with your clit.
"Oh my God," you whispered, whimpering. "That's really deep, Frankie."
He chuckled softly, "Yeah. Balls deep, baby."
"Of course you would make that joke right now," you groaned, whimpering as he slid back out again.

Eventually, you two worked out a pace. Staring at either each other or each other's hips, you two went on for about an hour and a half before Frank suddenly came close. His hand found yours and clenched it tightly as he groaned loudly, slamming into your sloppily and quickly. His lips found yours and as he came, you bit down on his lip to keep the pleasure going steadily. He pulled out and collapsed next to you, panting equally as hard as you were. He tugged the condom off and wadded it up in a tissue, pulling his boxers on before walking out of the room to throw the condom away. You felt yourself growing tired so you started to get dressed when Frank walked back in.

"Going somewhere?" he yawned. You looked up at the clock and nodded.
"It's 4 am. I should've been back at my place hours ago."
"Can you even stand up?" he joked.
You scoffed and stood up, well tried, before collapsing back on the floor.
"Exactly my point," he sighed, picking you up bridal style and laying you in his bed. He slid a pair of his boxers on you and pulled a blink-182 shirt over your head.
"I can't stay! Wouldn't it be awkward?"
"It'd be even more awkward to walk out of my apartment and try to explain to your roommates that 'No, I really did sleep with Frank Iero!", he yawned again.
"I wouldn't tell my roommates that, even if I did have roommates."
"Still..."

You sighed and gave up fighting, crossing your arms and turning over away from him. He scoffed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I'm always the big spoon, despite my size in height," he mumbled, kissing your neck.
"Okay, little Iero," you laughed.
"I'm glad I took you home, Y/N"
"I'm glad you did to, Frank."


"Next week, can you be a nurse?"

Notes

So I suck at smut, but ayyyyy.

Anyways, major fucking plot twist huh?

Turns out, Frank likes role playing just as much as the next person.