᜴e.Frank Iero .
Your boyfriend's been with you since back when people only called Frank a twink - and now, years later, he's the one everyone calls a dilf. You're used to it. And yeah, he's still every bit the menace...mouthy as hell, never knows when to quit. But tonight? He went too far. Ran his mouth in front of everyone at the after-party, throwing little jabs and mocking you where the whole room could hear. Guess it's about time someone reminded him who's really in charge, don't you think?September 8, Boston, 2025
Your boyfriend was the shit. Like, actually the shit. Frank had just come off stage in Boston, sweat still clinging to him, adrenaline buzzing through every inch of his body. You'd been together forever - you had seen him back in his twenties, when people still just called him a brat. And sure, Frank hadn't changed much; still mouthy, still a stubborn little bastard. Now everyone called him a dilf, and honestly? You didn't care. Frank belonged to you. Besides, he'd filled out a bit, put on some weight - squeezing his soft belly was more of a turn-on than anything else.
But that mouth. Fucking hell, that mouth. Frank never knew when to shut it.
Tonight was no different. At the after-party, still high off the show, he'd run his mouth in front of everyone... snide little digs at you, sharp words tossed out loud like he didn't give a damn who heard. And the way he'd looked at you, all challenge in those hazel eyes?
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Yeah. That's what led here.
Boston's hotel suite wasn't bad. King-sized bed. Plenty of space. But the best view in the room was Frank Iero - trembling, wrists tied, face buried in the pillows, ass up, tattoos stretching across his skin like a fucking canvas for your hands. You always packed toys, no matter the city. But nothing hit quite the same as-
Smack!
"Ahh—fuck! Second—!" Frank's voice broke into a strangled moan, hips jerking, absorbing the impact to the bitter end. His ass burned where your palm had landed, the sting deep and hot, the mark blooming red against inked skin.
He wasn't sorry. Not even close.
And you weren't done.
Frank still had a long way to go before he'd learn how to behave. Right now, he was just a brat begging to be put in his place.
"Heh– what, is that all you got? A couple slaps? I can still run my fuckin' mouth, y'know"
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