prom season is coming up soon !! can i request any of the guys taking reader to prom ? :D
Such a cute concept thank you for requesting that! 💋
I’m gonna do punk junky!Frank taking reader to prom.. trst me..
(slightest of smuts jus sum kissing okay)
Frank was fantasizing about taking you to prom for the longest time.
Now, a week before the big event, he was waiting for you after class, a half finished cigarette between his fingers. He immediately turned it off on the nearest wall, letting the nub fall to the ground as he walked towards you with his signature smirk.
“Hey, y/n.” He rubbed his hands together before sticking them down in his pockets, leaning his shoulder against the nearest wall, trapping you before him. You rolled your eyes, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
“Yeah, Frankie? Skipping another class?” You teased, fixing your bag on your shoulder, gaze getting stuck on his shiny lip ring.
“Tsk.” Frank bumped his shoulder against yours, motioning you to follow him with his head. And you did. You always did.
Clutching your book to your chest, you walked after him as he made his way outside, for a smoke, you assumed. You ended out at the corner of the schools yard, sitting on some huge rock, looking up at Frank as he struggled for a moment too long to light a joint, making you snort.
Frank lift a brow, smirk tugging at his lips a second before he took a long drag, leaning against the nearest wall. He blew the smoke to the side, handing you the joint as he spoke.
“So, prom’s in a week.” He watched you taking a small drag, nodding as you blew the smoke to the side. “Yeah. What about it?” You hid your small smile, looking at him through your lashes.
“Well..” Frank grabbed the joint back from you, holding it between his thumb and finger as he took another drag, keeping it in his mouth for a moment longer, letting the smoke ease out of it as he spoke. “Yer going to say no but, anyone’s taking you?” He teased, shit eating grin on his face as he watched you, moving his hand away when you tried to grab it back from him. You lift your brow and stood up, running your fingers through your hair.
“Maybe I don’t wanna go.” You huffed, forcefully grabbing the joint from his hand, making a small ‘hey!’ Fall from his lips as he smiled at you, gaze stuck on the way your lips hugged the filter.
“Gonna pick you up at 8. Look pretty.” Frank mumbled, gaze still stuck on you as he grabbed it back from your hands. You allowed it. Blowing the smoke to his direction as he walked away.
“In your dreams, jerk.” You yelled after him, and he only chuckled, giving you the finger as he walked away.
But there you were.
Spending your evening, exactly a week later, getting ready to go to prom. You honestly didn’t believe you were going to do that. Until Frank asked you to go, you and your friends planned to just hang out at your place instead, thinking the whole concept was stupid and useless.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you straightened whatever dress you picked, running your hands on it over and over again. You cursed under your breath, why were you so worried about this? It’s just Frank, for fuck sake. You two bullied each other ever since, like, middle school.
You fixed your hair, your makeup, giving yourself one final look as you sprayed some perfume on, and you were ready to go.
It took Frank an extra of five minutes to get there, being fashionably late, already making you regret this. That asshole literally honked the car horn, making you flinch, and your parents to give you judging looks. You just smiled and said your goodbyes before heading outside, rolling your eyes so hard it hurt.
And there he was.
Holding the wheel with one hand, arm resting on the back of the other sit, cigarette stuck on his lower lip, even as he smiled at you. His eyes dragged on your form as you walked towards his car. He took a looong drag, blowing the smoke to the side as he stretched to open the door for you from the inside. You stepped in, putting the seatbelt on. “You’re late, y’know.” You noted, as Frank started the car. “And yer gorgeous, babe.” He smirked, starting to drive, making you roll your eyes, and having to force the blush that crippled on your face to go away.
“Not your babe.” You grabbed the cigarette from his lips, taking a long drag as you stared outside the window, fingers tapping on your thigh. “You’re lucky yer cute..” he chuckled, shaking his head.
It was a short drive. He parked a few minutes later and left the car, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You got out right after him, and couldn’t help but chuckle at his outfit. Clearly the best thing he could find in his closet. A worn out buttoned up shirt, some jeans that sat way too low on his hips, and a stupid red tie. He looked ridiculous. Bleached hair spiked up, it was almost adorable.
“Saw something you like?” Frank teased, taking a step closer to you. You tore your gaze away from him as you started to walk inside, Frank hopping right behind you. “Hey! Just teasin ya, sugar.” He joked, and you stopped walking. “Frank, I swear to god. If you do anything, anything at all. I’ll kill you, capiche?” Your voice was harsh. Not giving him any room to think about it. You were too anxious about the whole thing anyway, you weren’t going to let him make it any worse.
Frank nodded, keeping his safe distance away from you. He’ll catch up eventually. He wasn’t worried.
It’s been a little over a hour, and you found yourself in the garden, some solo cup in your hand with an unknown liquid. Something sweet, something liquorish. Most of the people were inside, dancing, doing whatever. It wasn’t for you. Not in your current mood, at least.
Lucky, or unlucky for you, Frank showed up. Clearly drunk, a huge smile tugging at his lips, his lip ring shining with the soft fairy lights that decorated the area. He looked pretty cute, if you were being honest. “Hey, pretty girl!” He huffed, walking towards you with a stupid smile. You raised a brow, and before you got to responding he was right there, a few inches away from you.
“Been looking for ya. Wanna smoke?” His eyes were on your lips again, you could practically feel the heat radiating from his body, he was so close to you. “Sure.” You nodded and followed him, as he lead you two to a secluded area.
You were close to each other, sitting on a bench, cold midnight air making you slightly shiver-ish. He passed the joint to you, being ever so kind and blowing the smoke to the side instead of your face.
“Couldn’t see you in there. Thought we could dance, and stuff.” Frank spoke with a soft smirk, it was almost like it was his only expression ever. You nibbled on your inner cheek a moment before taking a long drag yourself, nodding as you blew the smoke right into his face. “I was having fun without you.” You teased in return. The alcohol in your veins making you more loose, allowing yourself to lean closer to him, catching a hint of the way he smelled. Cigarettes, weed, maybe a soft hint of cologne.
“Hm. Dunno. Looked pretty lonely to me, princess.” Giving you a toothy grin, Frank took the joint back, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in your face, just like you did a moment ago. You smiled and took the joint back, this time, you made sure to slowly wrap your lips around the filter, letting a soft hum as you inhaled, your eyes closing with it. Frank was in awe. And before fully comprehending what was going on, he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.
Your eyes snapped open, and it took you an extra moment to kiss him back. His rough finger tips, probably from hours of guitar sessions, held your jaw surprisingly gently as the smoke from your latest inhale moved from your mouth to his. Like he was smoking it straight from you, making his eyes roll back as he pushed his tongue in.
Frank was sloppy with it. Tongue moving against yours slowly, moaning softly into your mouth as you kissed back, joint still resting between your fingers, pretty much forgotten for now.
After a long minute, you broke the kiss for air, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you stared at him, placing the joint between his parted lips. His eyes were so huge as he looked at you, looking like a lost, needy puppy. You smirked as you spoke, standing up.
“Gonna take me dancing, or what?”
