Disclaimers/Tags: Mention of reader and frank having kids, established relationship, dirty talking (I guess), porn without plot, dry humping, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, riding, nicknames, creampie, p in v.
Summary: Reader has been burying her head in thoughts about bullets era Frank, something that makes Frank curious and decides to please her by changing his look suddenly, to look like his younger self.
Writers notes: hihihi!, I made some time to write this, completely inspired by @sab-space!, I'm sorry that it's a bit short, I wrote all of this while listening to Plan B music and it was the best experience I had ever had LMAO, but hey, my first NSFW work!, I hope you guys like it. 🐏
Frank and I have been dating for a while. We started dating back when he was already leaving MCR, you know?, that weird gap between the black parade and danger days. It wasn't until danger days that we finally hit something up and became a formal couple.
I didn't have the chance to meet him right past the fame, when it was just him, a shitty garage, shitty people, a cheap guitar and his friends on basements, but I was always curious about it.
Frank Iero, nineteen years old, back when all he had was a guitar and a dream. When he was playing with Pencey Prep, and when all he did was moan to the mic.
I always thought about it more than I should've had.
Don't get me wrong.
I was lucky to be able to hit Frank up after the fame, and I would never make it different. He is an amazing husband after all, an amazing dad and an amazing person. Maybe he had a lot of trouble back then and we wouldn't have lasted much.
Still, I would find myself looking at old pictures he had around in his things, and the ones that I could find online.
It was something that I thought he never noticed I did, until one day.
"Babe, why do you keep looking at those pictures?" I jumped, throwing my phone away as quickly as I could.
"Gosh!, Frank!, don't scare me like that"
He chuckled, softly, then sat down next to me.
"I just... you know, I feel curious, you were the definition of punk back in the day. I would have fallen too, if I had met you then" I answered as I made myself comfortable on his chest, cuddling.
"Well, I don't know... I was a very angry teen at that time... comparing myself to you, I'd have thought that you were unreachable at that time"
We both laughed softly.
"Yeah, alright"
And it was supposed to stay like that.
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I kept doing my weird research on old pictures that I could find online; those weird corners of the internet where people would post them.
I was in our room, the kids were at school and Frank was out doing some grocery shopping, he insisted I stay home, I didn't complain.
I was so buried in my thoughts that I didn't look up when I heard Frank getting into the room.
"Babe"
"Hi baby, what did you buy?"
"Babe" he called again, so as an instinct I looked up.
And oh dear lord, I was flabbergasted.
I opened my mouth unconsciously, making an "o" form with it. My eyes roamed Frank's whole face.
His hair was bleached, patchy as he used to have it back in the day, almost orange instead of blonde. Even tho you could see the receding hairline he had on his scalp, it was still a nice recreation.
His ears were adorned with some jewelry, not the big ones he used to wear, but the one he was wearing was enough to mimic for it.
Most importantly, his lip ring.
I had always seen the hollow in his lip, where that piercing used to sit, curious about it. Now, I was two seconds away from yanking him down on me, just so I could finally fulfill the need of kissing him with his lip ring on.
I chuckled, nervously.
"What?" I asked, breathlessly.
"What?, don't you like it?" He smirked.
I looked away as I kept giggling.
"What's that for?" He shrugged.
"You know, my wife here was just looking at my old pictures so much I thought I'd give you the gift of seeing me like that physically one time"
I giggled as I stood up and passed my hands behind his neck, he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You didn't need to do that"
He smiled and kissed me deeply.
It wasn't an exact recreation, the biggest difference being Frank's body model.
Back in the day, Frank was skinny and little, able to roam around the stage for hours, sitting around, standing up again, and almost doing a whole show just by the things he did instead of playing the guitar, but now, Frank was a big man; his whole body would betray him if he even thought about acting like his younger self on stage.
But still, it suited him just right; his bleached hair, the earrings and specially that lip ring.
"I wanna let you know that there's a difference between that young boy and me" He whispered in my ear.
The cold metal sent shivers down my spine, and it sent something to my core, the warm sensation growing.
"Mhm, yeah?, what is it?" I asked, while backing up to the bed edge.
"The boy in those picture can't fuck you like I can" He started roaming his hand around my body, finally grabbing my sides and pushing me down on bed.
"He doesn't know how" He opens my legs and wraps them around his waist, grinding down on me with clothes on.
I whimpered onto his ear, squeezing my legs around his waist, dragging him down, looking for more contact.
He chuckled, and continued to speak.
"But I do."
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That was the last straw, and it set off a chain reaction where every thought in my head was swept away by thrusts from his delicious cock, spinning me around and leaving me breathless.
Frank has always been the best fuck I’ve ever had, and if there’s one thing he’s right about, it’s that surely, even with much more stamina, his 19-year-old self wouldn’t be able to do even half the things his forty-something self could.
After he finished saying that, he pressed his lips against mine, sealing a sloppy kiss, full of saliva and bites all around. The sensation of his lip ring on my tongue and lips unleashed something in me that I didn’t even remember having.
I felt like any of those girls who were lucky enough to be Frank’s fans when he first became famous—you know, the ones who said their biggest wet dream was to be with Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance, and the ones that wrote obscenities about him on their diaries.
He went down with kisses around my neck, the cold metal making me squirm down on him. He was quick so he was also moving his hand down my pajama pants, playing with the waistband of it until he yanked them down, leaving me only with my underwear and the top of my pajama, which was one of Frank's old band tee.
He moved his hands on top of my underwear, touching me slightly, but not enough to make the pressure that I needed, I wanted more.
He put his knee in between my legs, and I started grinding on it, wetting down his jeans with my arousal.
I started whimpering, mumbling stuff and asking for more. He chuckled, and slapped my clothed pussy.
I yelped, but melted down afterwards.
"Want more, mhm?, You know you have to use your words... you have to ask for it, babe" He whispered, teasingly as he started to play around with my clit over the underwear.
My legs started shaking and I couldn't find my voice, I could only moan and whimper, giving my whole body to the mercy of his.
"Please... please touch me, more, undress me" I begged as I could.
"Good girl" He murmured on my neck before kissing me again.
His hand made its way under my underwear and he started touching, teasingly, my wet puffy folds. I moaned at the touch and grabbed him by his shoulders, closing my eyes as I wiggled my underbody for more contact.
"Someone's desperate today, huh?, already so wet, and for what?, we haven't even started yet" He chuckled deep.
He started stroking down on finger in between my folds, teasingly, as I started moaning and whimpering more desperately.
"Please" I begged, and he finally smirked dirty.
He thrust two fingers inside me all at once, and I squirmed under him, moaning loudly, moving my hips for more of his touch.
"That's what I like to hear" He murmured in my ear before kissing me again.
He was rough with it, scissoring his fingers inside me before pumping them again. After a few seconds he moved his thumb to put it on top of my clit, caressing it around while curling his fingers inside me, touching that spongy spot that made me see stars.
I was going to come undone just by his fingers, and we haven't even started the good stuff.
I started squeezing him inside me, my eyes rolled back as I started feeling light headed, I was close.
"Already so close, huh?"
He chuckled and I knew what was coming. He took his fingers out and I almost cried at the sudden loss of sensation.
"Frank, please" I begged, as tears started hiding behind my eyes.
"Please what?"
I almost screamed. I closed my eyes and tried to gain consciousness to be able to speak.
"Please don't stop, please"
He chuckled again, and kissed my cheek.
He grabbed my tights, opening them as he started to go down on me, kissing my stomach while taking off the tee I had left. Once he was in front of my panties he lapped them and I whimpered again.
It was heaven again.
He started playing with the waistband of my panties until he pulled them to the side, just so he could start eating me out.
I rolled my eyes back in pure bliss, I couldn't see or hear anything, I was already close to my undoing.
He started playing with my clit, lapping like a dog drinking water. He opened my folds with his fingers and went all in with his tongue.
I saw the stars once again and finally came undone in his mouth. But he didn't stop, he continued on my sensitive cunt.
I couldn't even speak, all I could do was make obscene sounds come out of me.
"Frank, please... pleasepleaseplease" I whimpered as he put one finger in me again.
I squeezed it and I felt it coming, that weird sensation that made me want to throw up in pleasure.
I squirted on his face, and he took it all in without a care.
I felt my face blushing in embarrassment, but his smile made it better; he was right where he wanted to be.
"I love when you do that, means I'm doing it right"
I chuckled softly.
"Yeah, pretty much"
He smiled and sat me down, taking off his clothes to lay down next to me, letting me take a break, but out of the corner of my eye I could see his large, painful, growing erection, I bit my lip unconsciously at the sight.
I straddled him, sitting down on his clothed cock. He grabbed me by my sides, somehow grounding himself.
"Come on, ride me, bunny"
I smiled and started moving myself on top of his hard cock, getting his underwear all wet thanks to my own arousal. I made it soft at first, taking my time to create an rhythm I could follow.
But Frank needed more, so he started moving me with his hands by my hips, controlling with how much force I was riding against him.
He made me stand up for a second just so he could take his flushed leaking cock out of his underwear, and when he sat me down, he put it in immediately, I saw stars at the sudden feeling of fullness inside me.
He groaned, as I squeezed him in. Frank was a shameless man, he was loud when he wanted to be, but he knew it made it better anyway.
He started moving me around, I moaned, closing my eyes just to feel him up.
He moved me underneath him, grabbing my thighs from underneath and putting my calves on his shoulder, going deep inside me.
I was going insane.
He started growling at the feeling as he kept thrusting hard inside me, and I could feel it coming again.
He was close too, because his pace was getting uneven and he was starting to mumble shit under his breath.
The room was filled with obscenities, wet noises and a lot of moans.
We were both close to our undoing.
I squeezed him in even more and that was it; I could feel Frank's cum spilling all over my walls, his breath was uneven and his sweat was dripping on my chest.
I came with him too.
He lay down next to me, and pulled me to his chest, so we could cuddle, I smiled.
