I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*Jess’s POV*
Franks eyes widen and in that moment I knew I fucked up. I knew I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Jess,”
“I’m sorry,” I cut him off.
“Oh, no. Don’t be sorry,” he laughs awkwardly “I’m 33, you know...”
Of course. Why would I for one minute think that the famous Frank Iero would want me? I’m basically a child compared to him. Why am I so stupid? I could have had a friendship with my idol and I ruined it.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m gonna go.” I turn to walk away, and his hand stops me, pulling me back around and closer to him. I can feel his breathe on my face.
“Jess, I think you misinterpreted me. I said that to make sure you know. Cause you might think I’m... old or something” His voice is soft, and I look at him with a smile, that slowly turns into a smirk.
“I like my men older.”
His face changes and a smirk comes across his lips. “416.”
I smile and turn to walk away. I get to the door and turn, waiting for Frank to pay for the drinks. He comes walking towards me and instead of stopping he keeps walking but grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator. On the way, his hand intertwines with mine. Butterflies form in my stomach, but for some reason I’m not nervous. Like this all natural and normal, even though I know it’s not.
The elevator door opens, and it’s empty. As soon as it closed I’m expected to be pounced on, but instead he slowly presses the button that says “4” and I stare at him, his hand is still in mine. After what feels like hours we get to the 4th floor, walk out the elevator, down the hall, turn left, down another hall and then he swipes his room key, and the door opens. I want to jump on him, but I don’t. He walks in, casually, keeping our hands together. He closes the door and locks it.
“Want one?” He holds out a pack of cigarettes. I’m so confused. They’re menthol. So I say yes.
I take one, and he hand leaves mine. I frown at the loss of his touch. He gestures towards the balcony, and we walk out. He lights my cigarette and then his own.
We stand there smoking in silence, until I’m startled by a hand cupping my face. His hand is warm, and it feels nice on my always cold skin. He smirks at me, and takes a drag from his cigarette. He looks at my lips, and holds the smoke in. He leans his faces towards mine, and I lean with him. My heart is fluttering. Suddenly his lips are on mine and his smoke is being blown into my mouth, I breathe it all in as he moves his lips against mine for a moment before moving his face away.
I blow the smoke out, staring at him. His eyes dancing down my body. He drops his cigarette and starts walking towards me. I take a quick drag off of mine. He grabs it, does the same, and then throws it off the balcony. His hands grab my hips and he yanks me towards him. I let out a gasp that he apparently finds amusing because he chuckles lightly, and I feel him shake against me. He moves closer to my face, and my breathing becomes short. He looks at me with concern before smirking and slamming his face to mine. He kisses me softly at first, but when I slightly open my mouth his tongue darts through and the kiss becomes heated. I raise my hand up to his neck and slowly moves my other hand to run through his hair, I know I must’ve done something right because he groans when my hands begin to twirl and he pulls me to him tight. His hand is wrapped around my waist and one hand comes and goes under my shirt, and he runs two fingers down my spine which causes me to let out an involuntary moan. He smiles into the kiss and releases me.
We stare at each other for a minute until I feel both his hands running up my sides and slowly starting to pull my shirt up. He lets go of my shirt to raise my arms, and his hands run down them slowly back to my sides and continue to remove my shirt, revealing my black lace bra – I am so thankful I took off my sports bra at B’s – and a devilish smile spreads across his face. He takes off his cardigan to reveal his beautiful ink covered arms, and in one swift motion his white v neck is gone, too. His body is covered in tattoos, my eyes running over all of them beginning with the scorpion on his neck and down to the birds on his hips. I see his eyes go to the roman numerals on my ribs. He smiles as his eyes go down to the rose on my hip and down to the small quote on my thigh. I see his eyes dart from my thigh to the button of my pants. He stands there, for what feels like forever having an internal battle with himself it seems. I feel like it should be awkward, but it’s not.
He steps closer to me finally and moves his hands down my sides again to start to unbutton my pants. My hands do the same, as if I’m not controlling them. I tug at his skinny jeans and get the zipper down, but when I start to pull them down I notice mine are down at my ankles and I kick them off as I pull Franks jeans down, and he does the same.
He pulls me closer again and his lips are on mine again. He really needs to stop this teasing game.
As if he heard my thoughts, he picks my up by my waist and my legs automatically wrap around him, our lips never disconnecting. He skillfully climbs on the bed and lays me on my back, my legs soften up around him, but stay in their place. He’s on top of me now, and he releases my lips from his, and dives into my neck. I moan out as my hands slide down to find his boxers still on. I start to tug them off of him, and as if he gets the hint, his hands go to my back he starts to undo my bra. He throws it off the bed, and his lips automatically attach to my nipples. He’s sucking hard and I moan out “frank” involuntarily. This gets him excited because his hands jump to my underwear as he pulls them off, he shifts to work on them better and I feel his rock hard dick against my thigh. He sighs when it touches my skin.
He gets my panties off, and goes back to my lips, lightly playing with my boobs with one hand. Alternating. He stops the kiss and let’s go of me. I sigh in pain thinking he came to his senses. He reaches over to his wallet and my face is confused, he opens it up and pulls out two condoms.
Two. Oh.
He smirks at me and sits them beside us, and goes back to my lips, sticking his tongue immediately down my throat as our tongues wrestle. He breaks away again, hovering over me. He grabs the condom and drops down on his back beside me. He opens it, and I watch as his takes it out of the package, my eyes are finally about to look at his size, but he stops me. “Jess..”
“Yes?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“I’m pretty damn positive.”
He smirked at my answer, and moves the condoms towards his dick. My eyes dart down and widen. I stare for a few seconds at his length. He has the hugest dick I’ve ever seen. He chuckles and interrupts my gazing “see something you like?”
I look at him, and move his hand with the condom away. He looks at me confused and I quickly sit up and before I know what I’m doing my tongue is on his dick, licking up, and sucking on the head. I play with his slit and he bucks up into my mouth before his hand is in my hair and he pulls my head away. I jump at the movement and slight pain and watch as he hurriedly puts on the condom. He sits up, slamming my back against the bed and hovers over me again, he slams his lips to mine, kissing me hard, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He drops lower and presses his stomach to mine and I begin to feel his dick at my entrance, just hovering there. I dig my nails into his back and moan out, “NOW!” louder than I expected, he slowly starts to enter me, and I groan, breaking the kiss and move my lips to his ear and I whisper harshly “Don’t act like I’m a virgin, because I promise I’m not” and I nibble at his ear lobe.
He grunts as he thrust into me harder than hell.
“FUCK!”
He keeps up the strength as he fucks me at a slower pace before he starts to speed up, I moan and squirm under him. He presses his lips to mine, and continually groans in my mouth. He keeps a steady rhythm as he thrust into me, his length burying itself inside of me. I feel his hand slide down my body, and slowly onto my clit, where he starts to rub slowly, my head throws itself back in pleasure and he starts rubbing my faster with more force while keeping his rhythm. The thrusting and the touching is too much.
“Oh, god. Oh- ah, I’m close. I’m so fucking close. God.”
He pulls my face back to his, and starts pounding me harder and faster, fucking me in to the bed, rubbing my clit with two fingers at the same pace. My back arches, and my head tries to throw itself back, but Frank stops it, keeping our lips connected, my toes curl, and I scream out “FRANKIE” into the kiss, only slightly muffled by his tongue against my bottom lip as I orgasm like I never have. He removes his hand from clit as he pounds me two more times hard, and on the last one he arches his back and groans loudly, moaning out as he cums in the condom. He stays inside and slowly moves, playing out our orgasms. He collapse on top of me for a moment, panting.
When he catches his breathe, he hops off of me, and goes to bathroom, naked, with no fucks, I suppose to dispose of the cum filled rubber. I look down at his dick as he comes back and notice it’s still quite nice soft. He comes back to bed and gets in, shifting me to pull the covers over us. He looks at me for a moment, and kisses me hard, I kiss back intensely and he stops it way to soon. I look at him, those hazel things staring through my soul, and I fill my eyes start to close. I feel a hand snake around my waste, and tug, and then a chest under my head. I smile and let my eyes close completely and drift to sleep in his arms.

Notes

The first smut of the story! There’s going to be a healthy amount of smut, but not much. I’m not the biggest fan of writing it. But, here you go! Hope you enjoyed!
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