MCR x Male reader oneshots

7. Frank Iero

Arguments

Smut!
They're both 18

"I'm gonna end your life!" Frank yelled as we fought and scrambled on the floor in the hallway.
"Oh no you don't punk!" I yelled back.
Some students were watching but most of them were just talking to each other like usual.
Me and Frank fought a lot and I mean A LOT.
Almost every day.
Frank's a guitarist in his own little band and I'm just an artist.
But for some reason we don't get along.

Not gonna lie, I think Frank is hot but he also hates me.
I've got no chance.
My best friend Mikey was just standing around, leaning his locker, looking extremely disappointed.
"You little bastard!" Frank spat as I pinned him down. He hit me in the stomach.
He was sweaty and he had a cut on his lip.
"Well fuck you too!" I snapped
I got up and put a foot on his chest. "Loser"
I kicked his side.
"Y/N, FRANK, DETENTION!!" Our principal's voice echoed through the hallway.
"Fuck"

Frank and I walked into the detention hall.
It was completely empty, just us 2 and a teacher.
I sat down and took out my sketchbook.
"What's this?" Frank whispered teasingly, taking the sketchbook from me.
"Give it back Iero" I hissed, standing up.
"No, I want to admire your work"
I tried to grab it but failed as he ducked out of the way.
I had drawn pictures of him while his band practiced in the music room but there was one drawing I can't let him see.
Because if I do he'll ruin every bit of my social life.

"I have a meeting, you 2 behave" the teacher said, getting up from his desk.
He left the room and Frank smirked at me.
"You like drawing me huh?"
"Fuck you"
"Ah see, I like your work, I really do but now I also know that you look at me a lot during class and sometimes even during my band's practice"
"Shut it, Iero!"
He slammed my sketchbooks shut on the desk.
"Why don't you say that into my mouth" he snapped.
Oh I know this move, might as well go with it.
I stepped forward and kissed him passionately.
He grabbed onto me and I smirked against his lips. "Shut it, Iero"
He pulled away and looked at me. "What can I do with you?"
"Obviously didn't see that one drawing, did you?" I blurted out.
"What drawing?"
Oh shit.
Why do I never think before I say anything?!
Y/N your stupid stupid stupid bitch!
"Show me the drawing Y/N"
I opened the sketchbook and flipped to the page.
It was a drawing of Frank playing guitar, looking like he's getting fucked with a text next to it, I would let him fuck me anytime if he wanted to.
He smirked up at me and grabbed my shirt.
"You want me to fuck you right now?"
"Yes Frank, fuck me"
He tore off both of our jeans and slammed me against the cold wooden desk.
He leaned forward and started kissing my neck.

I felt his dick rub against mine and moaned at the friction.
He pulled away, spat on his hand and used it to lube his dick.
"It's gonna be rough just like our fights"
He shoved it in and grabbed my hair, making me look at him.
First he was going slow, just teasing.
He smiled at my face as I whimpered at the feeling.
He put his other hand on my erection and started pumping.
"Oh just like that" I sighed.
"You're terribly easy to control, you know that?" he whispered. "But I like that"
His thrusting became faster and harder. "You're my bitch Y/N"
I let out a loud moan, leaning my head back.
Frank turned my head up to face him. "Don't look away from me"
"Y- yes sir"

He kissed me again, flicking his wrist and making me moan, letting his tongue enter my mouth.
He flicked his wrist again making me cum on his hand.
"Mmm, very good Y/N/N" he hummed, licking his fingers clean.

Frank's thrusting became sloppier, indicating that he was close.
He let out a groan and I felt the warm liquid inside me.
He pulled out and kissed me. "Put your pants on, idiot "
"You too, Loser"

We walked out of the detention hall and I saw Mikey waiting for me.
"Call me, I can give you a blowjob" Frank whispered, slipping a note into my pocket.
He walked away and out of the school.
"What was that about" Mikey asked. "What did he say?"
"Oh nothing, detention made up get along a little better"