Fem!Gerard Way (mtf) x Fem!reader
- summary: you’re a young student , book worm. In one of your casual book shop trips, you stumble upon a beautiful woman. She takes you to her place for coffee… things heat up.
- tags: age gap, Gerard is a she/her, yes she has a dick, oral sex, reader is a switch, Gerard is a mommy, you call her ma’am tho, rimming, mtf Gerard, swarm tour Gerard.
- note: first fic I wrote in like 5 years be kind! English isn’t my first language and all that. I had a lot of fun writing it, got a little carried away I love mtf Gerard… inspired by the song Sugar by She Wants Revenge.
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It was a beautiful day. Just the beginning of winter. But you could still feel the soft rays of sun as you walked towards your favorite book shop. There was this big one, closer to your apartment, but it was always so full, so crowded. You couldn’t stand it. Especially when the entire point of this ritual was mainly your relaxation, maybe sniffing on some books, looking for more copies of the ones you already own- but mainly relaxing, looking through pages in silence.
So you walked a little further, right around the block. There was this small bookstore there, an old man was running it. He was always so nice to you, smiling all big as you walked in, greeting you with a nod as he looked through some documents. You loved it there. The smell of old books, faint ink, dusty carpets. Something about it felt like home. It was the holiday season, so the store was a little more crowded than usual.
You sighed to yourself, tugging a string of hair behind your ear as you looked around, immediately feeling the urge to make yourself as invisible as you can, not wanting to gain any attention from anyone there. You usually did that when you were in any crowded room. You rubbed your hands together, almost attempting to wipe the cold of outside off of them, as you started to head towards your usual shelves- fantasy, classics, etc.
that’s when you saw her. A little bit taller than you, broad shoulders, grey-ish hair tugged in a small, low ponytail. Her back was slightly bent as she gazed over the lower shelves. She wore a black pencil skirt, white buttoned up shirt, a red scarf around her neck, and what seemed to be a burgundy jacket folded under her arm. And god, was she beautiful.
Your gaze flickered over her for a moment, noticing all of the special details she carried- well, maybe you stared, for a moment too long. The lady cleared her throat, causing you to stop staring, immediately getting flushed as you look up at her, smiling stupidly. “Looking for something, sugar?” She asked, her voice like music to your ears. You acted like a 16 years old all over again. “No! Nothing in particular.” You replied with a giggle, scratching the back of your head as you moved to stand beside her, looking through the books, pretending that everything is normal.
After another second of silence, you turned your head towards her, seeing she was still scanning the shelves. “I never saw you here before.” You eventually said. Wow, smooth! You immediately felt stupid. Who the hell says that? Well, you. When you see someone as beautiful as her. The lady smiled, standing up straight and fixing the jacket that she was holding. “Well. Christmas is coming… my brother and his girls are coming over.” She scanned the shelves with her eyes, picking up a Dostoyevsky book. White nights. “You think she’ll like this one?” The woman was clearly making a joke. And boy, you did laugh. Chuckling loud and stupid, covering your mouth. She smiled, letting a short giggle fall from her lips. Such a dad joke. You sniffled, wiping the underside of your nose with your knuckle as you nodded, looking up to her with a smile. “Oh… definitely. I know I would!” You added, still looking at her, kind of entranced.
The lady hummed in delight as she pushed the book back in the stacked shelves, pleased with making you laugh. You looked down for a moment, the weight of the situation settling in your head once more. Feeling awkward. Saying you weren’t good in flirting was an understatement. You were absolutely terrible at it. Honestly, you preferred just handing your phone number around, hoping someone would text you. Doing that face to face thing… wasn’t for you.
When you gazed down, you did notice that she was wearing heels. Kitten heels, that held her… damn! Pretty muscular calves, right in place. She looked gorgeous, you thought to yourself, smiling as you nibbled on one of your poor nails. The sound of her clearing her throat yet again shook you. It seemed that you couldn’t stop zoning out next to her. She tilted her head a little, watching over you with one of those smirks, showing some teeth. “Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?” She asked, sounding so casual. It made you feel stupid. You could just ask that, instead of acting like a child next to this woman. You nodded, smiling, your gaze dropping to your legs for a moment, before looking back up at her. “I’d love to. Like, right now?” You said, giggling a little, your hands now stuck in your pockets. She hummed in response, nodding. “Right now sounds good, sweetheart.” She smiled, watching you.
Her eyes got thinner when she smiled. It made your smile even bigger.
You nodded towards the exit, which was a few steps away. Practically hopping over there, you opened the door for her, bowing your head a little as you did, giggling. The lady smiled, leaving the store, standing outside as she waited for you to close the door. You did, rubbing your hands together from the cold of the doorknob. That’s when you realized you had no idea what’s the name of this woman you’re about to drink coffee with. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You said with a soft smile, extending your hand for a handshake. Again. Being the smooth flirt that you are. She smiled, taking your hand and shaking it firmly. The warmth of her hand made you feel all fuzzy. “Nice to meet you y/n… I’m Gee.” She replied, smiling, as she dropped her hand, after squeezing yours a little, reassuringly. She rubbed her hands together, mirroring your movements.
You seemed cute to her. Way younger, she thought to herself. But… she really had nothing to lose here. You were clearly interested. Gee flashed you another smile, motioning with her head that you two should start walking. You picked up on that, immediately starting to walk beside her with a little “oh!” Leaving your lips. God. Your cheeks were already hurting from how much you were smiling next to her.
You were really just following Gees steps, letting her lead the way. You felt awkward, hands stuck down your pockets as you looked on your shoes, gaze drifting to her heels every now and then. Gee broke the silence, voice a little above a whisper. She bent her head slightly, just so you could hear her better as she spoke. “You know, I live right across the street.” She stopped walking, you immediately stopping too, eyeing her as a soft blush started to form on your cheeks and nose. “I don’t want to sound all cocky… but I do believe that my coffee is way better than whatever that city has to offer.” She said with a grin, her eyebrows cocking upwards, almost like she was teasing you. You huffed out a little giggle, shuffling your shoes on the ground before looking back up at her. “I can check that.” You said with a smile, raising your eyebrows in return as you started to follow Gee, towards what you assumed was her building.
You engaged in some casual conversation as you climbed up the stairs. she lived on the second floor. It was an okay building. Not too fancy, but nice. Her apartment tho… that was another story. Warm colors, lamps, no big lights. Pictures and paintings all over the walls. Plants. Cabinets filled with some random bullshit you assumed were collections. It was so welcoming. The smell of old coffee, cigarettes, and perfume filling up your senses. you smiled as you let her enter before you, obviously.
Gee put her coat on the hanger, straightening invisible wrinkles before she did. You took it as an invitation to remove the sweater you were wearing, leaving yourself with a long black shirt. Gees eyes dropped to your lower stomach, that was now showing due to you removing a layer. You didn’t notice. Ever so clueless as you put the sweater on the counter next to the door, folded messily. You straightened your shirt, smiling up to Gee, who immediately turned her gaze back up to your face, something deeper behind her beautiful hazel eyes. “Getting warm, darling?” She teased. Her apartment was indeed warmed up, a lovely piece of heaven from the cold of outside. You nodded, giggling, as you followed her into the kitchen. She took two mugs out of a cabinet above the sink, humming to herself, heels clinking on the wooden floor.
“How do you take it, sugar?” She didn’t turn her head to you as she spoke, taking a weird coffee maker out of the cabinet. You saw your dad making coffee in that once. made you chuckle. “However you take it… you seem to be an expert.” You replied with a smile prominent in your voice. Gee chuckled, ever so politely, as she begin to prepare some coffee for the both of you.
After a few minutes of slightly awkward silence, which you filled with your own thoughts as you eyed her down, the coffee was ready.
Gee handed you one of the mugs, bringing her own to her lips.
Your gaze got stuck on her beautifully painted red nails, a match to her scarf, and her coat. Such a classy lady, you could admire her all day.
You brought your mug to your own lips, sipping on the dark liquid as your eyes stayed glued to her. You hummed at the taste. It was bitter, but not like regular black coffee. It had a slight deeper taste that you enjoyed. “That’s surprisingly good!” You said, cradling the mug in your hands as you watched her. Her gaze was almost piercing. Her large hand holding the mug, the other one holding a fresh cigarette. “You want one, sugar?” She asked, putting the cigarette between her lips. You shook your head. You preferred to just watch her, not needing any nicotine to haze your head at the moment. She hummed, lighting the cigarette with one hand, taking a long drag before blowing it to the side.
That’s when you decided that you in fact would like a drag out of it. Maybe it was the way her lips hugged the filter, or the way her cherry chapstick left a little mark there. “Can I get a puff?” You asked, a little shyly. You felt stupid. Like the age gap was almost noticeable in the air. Gee smiled, taking another sip as she removed the cigarette from her lip. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” She said, and you raised your hand to grab it from her fingers.
she moved faster than you, pressing the filter to your lips. Her slightly rough fingertips pressing to you ever so slightly as you inhaled, eyes fixated on her.
You could already feel how embarrassingly warm your face has gotten. Gee had her lower lip between her teeth as she watched you letting go of the cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side just like she did. Her fingers did linger next to your face for a moment longer, causing you to eye her through your lashes. The moment felt so intimate. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding before taking another sip of your coffee. Gee was just… watching you. It’s like she could see right through you. Which wasn’t good, since your head was just clouded with, well, her.
Before you could tell what was happening, your unfinished cup of coffee was taken from your hand, replaced with her warm fingers. You blinked at her, half of a moment before her lips pressed to yours. She tasted like coffee, cigarettes, cherries. Tasted like Gee. You wanted that flavor on your tongue forever. Her lips were slightly chapped as she caught your lower lip between her teeth, her tongue gaining access to the heat of your mouth, which you allowed, happily. You let out a soft moan. The kiss was so sudden, you felt out of breath almost immediately, your hands stuck next to your hips, while hers was holding you gently. One hand cradling your jaw, and the other holding your hand. After what seemed like hours, or seconds, she broke the kiss. Her hair covered her face, she was an inch away from you, breathing a little heavily. You were in absolute awe, looking up at her with big eyes. You would drop to yours knees if she only breathed something that would sound like a request. “Was that okay, sugar?” She asked, voice low, a little above a whisper, as her fingers grazed your jaw gently. You quickly nodded, swallowing, as you watched her. Waiting for her next move. She smirked, tilting her head as she watched you.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” She said, tugging you closer to her. You could feel the tent forming under her tight skirt. It made your face almost as red as her nails. You were already embarrassingly wet for this woman, who did nothing but kiss you. “Yeah Gee.. please.” You breathed out, looking up at her, not really sure what you were pleading for. Your hands hovered around her hips, too nervous to actually touch just yet. “So needy just from a kiss, huh baby?” Gee teased, her fingers dropping to your neck, stroking it softly as she watched you. She was so close, you could feel her hot breath against your face. Made you ache for her even more. “I knew you’d be perfect for me.” She hummed, smiling down at you. “Gonna take care of you, darling..” Gee breathed out. The hand she was holding yours with, guiding your hand down, towards her crotch.
You gave her a quick nod of approval, and that’s all she needed before pressing your palm against her core. She let out a soft groan at that feeling, letting her eyes close for a moment before opening them again, looking at you. You were already staring up at her, your fingers tracing shapes on her clothed hard-on ever so softly. She hummed in delight, smirking down at you, almost drunkenly. “Can I please take care of you first, ma’am?” You asked, voice all shy as you looked up at her. Gee smiled at the way you called her, her fingers gripping your jaw. “Aw, you wanna take care of me baby? Wanna be my good girl, sweetheart?” She cooed, before moving her hand to the top of your head, pushing you to your knees in a sudden wave of harsher dominance. You fell down, happy to do so, as you looked up at her. She was so gorgeous. Her tent visible through her tight pencil skirt, hair a little disheveled, one hand resting on her hip, unbothered. You wanted to make her feel good. Its all you wanted.
“Please, can I?” You watched her face as you brought your hands up to the hem of her skirt, needing it down, so so badly. She hummed, running her fingers through your hair as she nodded. “Go ahead, sugar.” She said through slightly clenched teeth, her voice sickly sweet. needing your hands on her. You smiled at her approval, pulling her skirt down with a soft hum.
A moan almost fell from your lips at the sight before you. Her pretty cock, rock hard and leaking under a pair of lace, burgundy panties, a perfect decoration on her pale, pearly white skin. She was truly a work of art, and you could stare at her for hours, if her hand wasn’t shoving your face against her cock. You whimpered, her scent clouding your senses as she rutted against your face, causing heat to pool between your legs. “You’re going to keep staring, sugar?” She sighed out, her patience running thin. You gulped, getting right back to work.
You lifted your hands yet again, wanting to remove her panties. Gee tugged at your hair, coaxing a small whine out of you. “Hands behind your back, my sweet girl.” She ordered, and you followed her instructions. Hands behind your back as you brought yr teeth to her panties, managing to remove it like that. She smiled down at you, stroking your hair gently, proud. You started to kitten lick her length, breathing her scent in, almost getting high off of it. You could live between her thighs.
“Stop teasing, baby.” Gee watched you, head slightly tilted back. You wanted to make her feel good, wanted her sweet praise. With one movement, her entire length was filling your mouth. You choked a little, looking up at her with tears at the corners of your eyes. Such a pretty sight for the woman above you. You started to bob your head, the feeling of her hand on you encouraging you to be better for her- hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around her tip at every movement of your head around her. Gee moaned above you, her head fully tilted back now. Such pretty noises. You wanted to listen to her forever. You smiled around her- as much as you could.
Before she could do anything about it, your hands flew to her hips, grabbing her hard as you pulled her hard dick out of your mouth, flipping her around, her ass right in your face. Gee was shocked, looking down at you, but not moving. A soft breath left her lips.
You looked up at her, eyes dark as you massaged her asscheeks, holding back how much you wanted to devour her. “May I, ma’am?” You asked with a smile. Gee nodded, biting her inner cheek. “You may, darling.” She replied with a soft smirk, that was wiped right off with a moan tearing out of her throat as you buried your face between her cheeks, tongue lapping at her hole. “fuck, sugar!” She moaned out, hand pressed to the back of your head as she watched you, back arched. You were blissed out, tongue lapping in her hole as your hands separated her further apart, giving yourself more room. You looked up at her after a long minute, pulling your face away from her, switching your tongue with two fingers. She practically mewled as you pushed into her hole, fingers immediately curling upwards. “Wanna make you cum, Gee… please, ma’am, wanna please you…” you spoke feverishly, pressing kisses on her cheeks as you moved one hand to stroke her hard cock, now strained against her lower stomach. Gee moaned, head thrown back, eyes closed. You were taking care of her so well. You kept rubbing her prostate, other hand stroking her cock so perfectly it was already starting to twitch under your fingers. Her hips started to buckle into your fist, you could feel her clenching around your fingers. “You’re doing s-so well sweetheart. Fuck, I’m close baby..” she moaned out, hands holding the counter to balance herself, her knees getting weak. You moaned against her cheeks as you pressed soft kisses there, completely ignoring the need between your legs, this was about her.
A few more strokes, and she was cumming all over your hand, moaning softly, a lady even at moments like this. You massaged her insides through the orgasm, pulling your fingers out only when she finished. “fuck.. darling.” She breathed heavily, her voice wrecked, dropping a few octaves lower as she spoke. You smiled, standing up wobbly, hands sneaking around her waist. “It’s been a while since someone took care of me like that.” She admitted, turning her head to look at you as much as she could from that position. You hummed, pressing kisses against the back of her neck, wherever you could reach. “I’ll be here any time, ma’am..” you said with a soft giggle on your lips. The sounds she made, the way she looked, made you forget the ache between your legs. This was about her… today. You exchanged phone numbers, and a soft small kiss before you headed out, knowing you’ll text that beautiful woman the moment you enter your apartment. Or maybe the moment finish climbing down the stairs. What a catch. She still had to take cafe of you…
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