Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Frank Iero {Requested} (dirty)

For dariaiscool

As always I'm sorry this is exceptionally late

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"Will you please just do it, I really don't want it to be anyone else," Frank whined. He did it a lot more often than most grown men did, but you laughed anyway. 

"Depends what the thing that I have to do is," you shot back, putting away the last of the plates. Frank closed the dish washer and grabbed you by the arms. 

"Just don't wonder until we get to the studio to do it." You narrowed your eyes at him, but said nothing. 

"Fine, but I have the right to say I don't want to do it if I really hate it." Frank thanked his lucky stars that his girlfriend wasn't too curious.

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"I still haven't asked, but let me tell you, I'm starting to get an idea of what this is," you hissed at Frank. The lights in the studio had been dimmed and you were in a false club hallway, the walls black and covered with graffiti.

"Better you than anyone else," Frank mumbled. Someone yelled action and Frank followed you down the hall. You swayed your hips a tad and as soon as you reached your floor mark Frank pushed you against the wall, his mouth meeting yours. His body shielded yours from the hall and both of you got lost in the moment. Keeping your eyes shut, and with the music pumping through the room, you made yourself forget where you were. Frank's mouth traced down your throat, kisses ghosting and then disappearing when you pulled his shirt off. Once both of you were shirtless, your stomach and lacy bra exposed to the camera, Frank lifted you against the wall, your legs slotting around his hips. The lights came back on, the music stopping and the heat between your two bodies stopped being enough. Frank set you down on the floor and gave you shirt, shyly putting on his own shirt as the whole band and the camera crew watched. 

"Alright, we need to move to the next set," the director called. Frank took your hand, which was not a comfort compared to how red you knew your face was. Gerard wolf whistled when the two of you walked off the set and you looked at your feet. 

"I've never seen (Y/N) so quiet," Mikey commented. 

"You've also never seen her that undressed," you snapped back in retaliation, "And she's a little embarrassed." 

"Nevermind," Mikey mumbled when you glared at him. The next set was a dark room with a bed in the middle, maroon and black silk sheets covering the whole thing. 

"Shirts off, I need you to carry on from what you looked like before." Both of you took your shirts off again, Frank winking at you to make you laugh. 

"Middle of the bed, Frank kneel over her." It took a few minutes of awkward fumbling to get you in the correct positions that lined up with the previous scene. All the while Frank made funny faces to keep you relaxed. 

"Okay, action!" The music started again where you'd left off and Frank fell into his character, his fingers fiddling with your black jeans. You let out a convincing moan and rolled over, straddling Frank's hips. You ran your fingers over his chest, the camera closing in on your hands. You leaned down and kissed him, working his pants away. You kissed down his chest and the realism of the scene seemed to be getting to Frank, you could feel him getting hard below you. 

"Cut! That was perfect." 

"Too perfect, by the looks of it," Gerard commented. It was Frank's turn to blush. 

"I'm going to the dressing room. You're welcome to join me." You hopped off the bed, grabbing your shirt and walking past the rest of the band, winking at them. Frank followed once he got his pants back on and the band did not see either of you for the rest of the shoot. 

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I hope that was good. Next one to come out soon.

Anji