frank iero x reader smut

hold a lover close

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Your teacher is droning on and on about triangles and angles and all this stuff you learned years ago and at some point you tune them out. You’re doodling in your notebook when a little paper airplane lands on your desk, scribbled heart on the side. You look over at Frank, the punk boy who sits next to you and always has something to say, he’s smirking and you blush and look away.

He’s always tossing little notes on your desk, usually with hearts and bad pick up lines. They always make your day though, just knowing someone likes you-that you also happened to like-wants to talk to you and give you notes is enough to make you smile. This note has the line ‘If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber’ scribbled on it. You giggle softly and look over at Frank, who’s smiling at you now.

You find your pencil and scribble- Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.-back on the other side of the paper, making sure the teacher isn’t watching before tossing it over. He smiles at what you wrote and crumples up the paper, leaning over to your desk to whisper instead.

“I liked mine better,” he teases and you roll your eyes, too afraid of getting caught to say anything. “Scared, goody two shoes?” He says and you deflate. You know he’s just teasing and doesn’t mean anything by it but you can’t help but wish you were a little more like Frank-bad and unafraid.

You take a breath and whisper back, “Am not.”

“Are to.”

“Not,”

“Prove it,” He dares and your heart stops. What’s he gonna ask you to do? Scream in the middle of class? Tell the teacher something rude?

“How?”

“Come to a party with me tonight,” He smiles and you blush.

“Asking me on a date, Iero?”

“Y/N! Frank!” The teacher’s voice booms and you jump away from Frank, hating how he slips away with ease and no fear.

“Ya, teach?”

“Would you like to share with the class what you were talking about?”

“Sure,” Frank smirks at you before speaking. “I was just asking, Y/N here, to go out with me.” You hear a few whistles and other noises from your class mates, causing you to blush and duck your head.

“That can wait till after class,” The teacher replies, turning back to the board.

“So?” Frank mumbles; suddenly back in your space. You nod.

–

He picks you up once the sun goes down, promising your parents you’ll be back before ten but you know he’s lying. Something about going to party is scary to you, not that you haven’t been before just not to ones like Frank goes to. The house he takes you too stinks of alcohol and weed, people all over the place in various states of drunk and high. Music is pounding and some couples are dancing like it’s a nightclub rather than a high school student’s house who’ll probably be grounded come next week.

Frank takes your hand and leads you through the people, finding a spot on the couch and leaving you there. You sit in awkward silence beside a guy who finds his hand fascinating while you wait for Frank, who shows up a few minutes later with two red cups and a grin.

“Here, drink.” He tells you, falling onto the couch beside you and sloshing liquid on his hand.

“What is it?” You ask, taking the cup and looking down at the red-brown liquid.