So my name is Dani but I prefer to be called DanDan I'm 22, there'll be a lot of nsfw here so minors please don't interact it's kinda weird, nothing against you reading my shit that's your problem.
So I'll write anything for Gee, mostly basement Gee but I also love Frank, and possibly there'll be some content of Mikey and Ray cause they're all cuties.
I'll write almost anything here always x fem reader, I'll never mention MCR wives here, also I won't tolerate hate against Lynz.
My favorite bands are MCR, Fontaines dc, BTS also I love Broadway shows.
I'll probably write sometin about Grian Chatten in the future and some weird shit about Gerard x Yoongi don't ask why.
Materialist
♡Frerard♡
The perfumery department
♡Gerard♡
Ero con! Basement Gerard x pornstar/Cam girl reader
I love you like a love song baby (Frank Iero x Fem reader)
Summary:You and Frank have been friends since you were both really young. No matter what you stuck by each other’s side. In high school, however, things start to change and you view each other in a different light!
Author’s notes:This fic was requested by @gracieisnotonfire ! This was a cutie idea!😛 I hope that you enjoy my lovelies! Mwah!😚🩷
Warnings: suggestive stuff mentioned
If Frank was seen you’d most likely be seen with him too. It all started in elementary school when you both bonded over your love for the same silly cartoon. Since then he’s always been by your side and you’ve been by his. Everything was going good until middle school. That’s when everyone changed. You sure as hell changed and Frank noticed. A lot. He’d often stare at your body when you weren’t looking and that’s when his feelings started.
It wasn’t just your looks he liked. He knew everything about you. He also thought you were the most funniest and kindest person out there. It didn’t help much with his feelings due to both of your moms. Frank’s mom and your mom were close friends as well and when you’d hang out they’d be downstairs teasing the both of you and wishing you’d get together.
Then in High School something changed at a party. “I need you to kiss me, Frank.” You told him while looking him dead in the eyes. “Why?” He asked. “My ex is here. He won’t stop staring. So let’s give him something to stare at.” You say. And you know what? Fuck it. Frank needed you so bad he didn’t care that this would possibly be a one time thing. So he kissed you. Hard. Passionate. The kiss was so damn good you literally dropped your drink on the ground. When he finally pulled away you just whispered a little ‘thank you’ and went off to find his friend, Illi, to dance.
Now none of your friends or his had seen this little encounter happen but it was clear things had changed between both of you. “Stop the eye fucking before you get pregnant.” One of your friends tease you. “W-what?” You ask. “The way you’re staring at Frank. God just get a room already.” She said while poking you. “Shut up…” You say while looking at Frank talking to Ray.
And it wasn’t your friends either. The new tension amongst you and Frank had both of your moms go crazy. They kept saying things like “When’s the wedding?” “Use protection!” “Your babies will look beautiful…But wait till you’re older!” It was embarrassing…
But behind closed doors when you’d go over to Frank’s house you and him would always cuddle and watch a movie. Halfway through the movie you’d also make out and explore each other’s bodies. You didn’t have a label for it. You just felt comfortable with Frank and he was fine with it. Obviously he was fine with it. He’s been in love with you for fucking ever of course this is what he wanted. Only thing though was that he was super nervous to ask you out. Maybe you just wanted this to be a casual thing. Or maybe not. Whatever. All he knew was that he didn’t want to lose you.
And you? Well you’re also head over heels with Frank but much like him you don’t want to lose him either.
It was like any other sleepover. It was late at night but while Frank’s parents were asleep you and him were still awake watching movies. You then decide to hold him. You needed his contact and for you to feel him. As you make yourself comfortable your eyes don’t leave the tv as you internally panic on the inside. Frank holds you close to him…And he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter by the second. Fuck.
You move a bit because your arm starts to fall asleep and you hear Frank whimper. ‘Did he just…?’ You thought. “Frank are you okay?” You asked. “I’m…Fine…” He muttered out. Now you’re the one who’s completely oblivious to his internal panicking!
“I need to go to the bathroom…Can you please get off real quick?” Frank asks. “Yeah.” You get off and he quickly rushes to the bathroom. Thank goodness he had calmed down below the waist because his pants felt normal. Okay. Enough was enough. He was going to ask you out tonight. He was done pretending that the make outs didn’t mean much but just exploration of what you two liked. He wanted to do it because he loved kissing you. He loved holding you. He loved being with you.
After a mini hype up session he strides back to his room determined he’d ask you out. Even if you rejected him. Even if you never wanted to see him again. He wanted to get this off his chest. When he gets back in his room, you’re asleep on his bed. You’d slept there with him plenty of times but tonight? You looked extra pretty. Guess the confession would have to wait till morning. Frank crept into bed with you and held you close.
You wake up slightly and turn around to face him. You embrace him and cuddle closer. “Frank..?” You ask in your sleep. “Yes…?” “If you had to…Would you ever date me..?” Frank pauses. Were you being for real? He was over the moon you’d ask that! Even though you were half asleep. “Of course I would…” He said while holding you tighter. “I definitely would…Whether I would have to or not.”
As the morning sunlight beams in Frank’s room, his door opens up revealing his mother. “Oh lovebirds! Wash up! Breakfast is almost ready! I made pancakes!” She says before leaving. You and Frank sit up as your eyes adjust to the light. “Good morning…” You murmured out. “Good morning. Did you sleep good?” “Yes…Hey um…I…I think I asked if you had to would you date me? Was that for real or a dream?” “It…Was for real. You fell asleep while I was in the bathroom and when I came back you were knocked out. Then you asked me that.” “Oh…” You say. There is a silence that fills the room.
“…I like you.” Frank finally says. “I’ve liked you since middle school…When we first kissed at that party god damn did I never want that shit to end. So…Would you be open to being my girlfriend?” “Thank fuck.” You say and pull him in for a kiss. The both of you fall back on his mattress and heavily make out. God was it better than you ever had with him before. Frank started to trail his hand in your sweat pants while your hands trailed up his shirt just feeling his skin. You whimpered a bit as his fingers neared the spot where you craved it most…Then his mom walked in. “Guys I thought I told you-…Oh FINALLY!” She cheered for joy. “Mom! Get out!” Frank yelled as his face got bright as a tomato.
You giggled as she leaved to which Frank let go of you. “Why are you laughing? You’re going to have to deal with your mom now.” Frank said. “Eh. I just never knew you could get this red.” He playfully shoved you and you did the same thing back…
Back at school it’s obvious to everyone that you’re both dating. Your friends are relived. They were finally pleased with witnessing this happen. Frank’s friends were sick of him now. Yeah you were the main topic and they’d tease him about his crush but now? You REALLY were the main topic of his conversation. But deep down they were happy for him.
You and Frank were also much happier now that you’d ended up together. He was amazing towards you. You knew he was already amazing since you’d been his best friend forever but now actually dating him? Complete heaven. And you knew he felt the same way towards you as well.
I have that Doo Wah Diddy Diddy song stuck in my head. Idk why 😭 Anyway I hope that you enjoyed this my lovelies! More fics coming soon! Mwah!😚🩷
He can’t help it…says he needs it…he knows he shouldn’t want it…not from you…god it made him feel sick.
Then why was he letting you straddle his lap after the show? His cock buried deep inside you, not moving…no…but he could feel how you wanted to suck him in even deeper, the throbbing driving him mad.
How could he do this…he just…couldn’t help himself…you were young, young for him…and you looked at him with such needy eyes…
He let you kiss at his neck…his ear…whisper things in it…
“Feel good daddy? I want it to feel good for you…”
He was trying to answer…he really was, but god the way you squeezed him so tight, he hadn’t felt such a tight cunt in so long…he swore he could cum just from this.
“F-feels so good b-bunny…soso good…”
He was biting back moans as you nipped at his neck, licking and sucking as he gripped your hips so hard they’d be bruised by morning.
Wanting to fuck into you so badly…rubbing his hands up and down your back and ass, playing with your thong that had been tucked to the side just for him.
Opting not to fuck you, his moral compass was already fucked…he couldn’t let it go anymore…even though he wanted to…so badly…
Just sitting there, letting your dripping cunt grip him so tight he’d have to jack off afterward for some relief.
“Daddys special girl…yea?”
Nodding at him, the sick feeling in your stomach gone at his comforting words…you shouldn’t do this…
title from: My Chemical Romance - Skylines and Turnstiles
summary: It's not fair how everyone always overlooks you! It's like you're not even an option... Turns out, you're not the only one who feels this way. Thankfully, Ray's always here to help you out!
inspired by @yumms-t's fic here!
tags: ray toro x reader, drummer!reader, smut, afab!reader, p in v, getting caught, fray if you squint, revenge fucking kinda, oral sex (fem receiving), riding, fwb
a/n: finally i have more ray content to add to my masterlist
NSFW—!
Frank had been seeing this new girl for a couple months now. It was hard to ignore it. In fact, he wouldn't let anyone ignore it, not with the wet sound of skin slapping and the cacophony of moans that filled the air of the tour bus ever so often. And don't forget the PDA, or the backstage makeout sessions, or the stupid guitar strap he customized to have her initials. Fuck this. Fuck them. Fuck it all, really. Just when you thought you were getting somewhere, just when you thought you finally had someone for yourself... God, you beat yourself up everyday for how stupid you had been.
You should've known stage chemistry is all just one stupid lard-ass act to get fans hot and bothered. Gerard isn't the only one Frank fucks with. Not that what they do matters either, anyway. I mean, you've both seen them getting laid by hot chicks left and right with complete disregard for their performative relationship they display on-stage. But why wasn't Gerard bothered by this fact? Oh right. He actually had a romantic life. Not even just that. He had one hell of a sex life too. And what did you have? Jack shit. The most people have flirted with you was Frank's stupid stage antics. You should've known there was no depth to them. You should've known he was just doing it for the bit. He always does. You blame yourself for getting your hopes up.
Still, he had some undeniable acting skills. The way he'd fall into your drumset, eventually landing in your worried arms. The way he'd kneel next to you, practically humping your kick drum as he threw his guitar over his shoulder, ignoring the fact that he, like everyone else, had a part to play.
And now here you were, watching in pure, seething jealousy as Frank flirted with his girlfriend of two months… The fuck was she doing here anyway? You're all backstage. This is supposed to be the band's area, not some stupid, irrelevant randoms'. But of course, he gave her a "VIP pass." Those didn't even exist! The two of them just wanted to fuck. They always did. You had the misfortune of sleeping the bunk next to Frank on the bus, and so, for the past two god-forsaken months, you've had the displeasure of hearing the two make disgusting love. All you did was lie awake, fighting back spiteful tears, wishing it was you instead.
You couldn't take it anymore. You rolled your eyes, sighing. No one would see your attitude anyway. Gerard and Mikey were out getting drinks, Ray was probably outside fiddling his guitar, and Frank was too busy being buried in his girlfriend's face to be aware of the world around him.
"I'm gonna take a leak," you lied, excusing yourself from the room. Of course, you got no response. You didn't expect one anyway.
The tour bus was parked outside the venue, further back in the parking lot. Usually, you complained about the long walk, but now you were grateful for it. The silence helped you clear your mind.
You stepped into the bus, closing its door behind you as you entered. You wanted to wash up, rinse your eyes out after the horrid site of Frank and his dimwitted bitch. Your guys' set was over anyway, so you didn't care if your makeup got ruined. You stepped into the bathroom-
Oh. That's where Ray was.
His eyes shot up towards you as you entered. For a moment, you felt quite bad. He was sitting on the toilet, and you thought you just walked in on him doing his business. But then you realized the beer in his hand, and the empty bottles scattered across the floor. Well, now you feel bad and curious.
"Uh… What's-"
"Sorry, sorry. I'll get out so you can do… whatever you gotta do," Ray cut off your words, beginning to get up. Now he felt guilty for hogging the bathroom.
You put a hand up, halting his movement. "No, dude. I'm fine. I was just gonna rinse my face. But…"
You looked him up and down. Holy shit, he looked rough right now. Your eyes scanned across the bathroom. Jesus… How long had he been in here for?
You gestured to the mess around you. "What's going on, man?" A hint of worry coated your voice.
He shook his head. "It's nothing, really. Just-"
"Ray. There's, like, five beer cans in here total. It's not nothing."
Ray sighed. "Alright, fine. You got me there. But if we're gonna talk about this, can we at least step outside the bathroom?"
He had a point there. Ray was practically hunched over, trying to fit himself in the cramped space. Usually, you had no problem squeezing into the ridiculously small lavatory, but with more than one person in it, it was quite the challenge for you as well.
You nodded. "Yeah, please," you said in agreement.
After a couple moments of awkward scuffling, tripping over your own feet, then helping a drunk Ray stumble towards the couch, the two of you were sat next to each other.
"So," you started, looking at him then towards the empty minifridge, "is this why Gee and Mikey are on a quest for more drinks?" You playfully made fun of Ray for his insane consumption of alcohol. He couldn't help but let out an amused huff.
"I guess that's one way to phrase it," he said with a smile. Still, despite his seemingly cheerful expression, there was something more to the situation than what he was displaying in front of you. I mean, it was kind of painfully obvious. No guy that's okay is sitting on a toilet alone downing several beers in one night.
"Seriously though," you took on a concerned tone, "what's going on?"
Ray sighed, finding it physically impossible to look you in the eye as he admitted to his embarrassing predicament.
"Frank stole my fucking girl."
Maybe if he was sober, he would've phrased this more… elegantly. Still, you weren't here to judge. Instead, you stayed silent and continued to listen as Ray explained further in depth.
"I-It's not fair, y'know. All the guys get their fair share, and then when I actually try to go for someone fucking Frank steals her!" Ray let out a disappointed sigh. "It's kinda my fault though… He's the one that spoke up, but still, I'm the one who noticed her in the first place! And it's not like I didn't try to win her over after. God, I really tried. It's like I'm invisible or something. I just… I just feel so lonely."
Ray's words hung in the air. The more he spoke, the more you realized you related to him. Looks like you guys had more in common than you thought. Finally, you spoke up.
"I get lonely too."
Ray looked at you with a surprised expression, as if the thought of you having the same problems as him was unfathomable. Yet despite his shock, he couldn't deny the internal relief he felt when he realized that he wasn't the only one stuck in his position. Perhaps there was hope after all.
You gave him a small smile of reassurance before continuing, pursing your lips as you reminded yourself of reality. "It's kinda funny, actually," you chuckled slightly, "I practically have the same problem as you." You glanced at Ray, who nodded at you to go on.
"I thought that I…" saying it out loud just solidified how flawed and utterly stupid your logic had been, "…that I had a chance with Frank, or something. I thought that he was into me. I-I didn't even see him that way at first but then… I dunno, I guess I just got used to his stage flirting and… and I wanted it to be real." You bit back tears of frustration and betrayal. "I thought it was real." You cleared your throat, feeling your sinuses betraying you. "And then the stupid chick came along and- well, you know the rest of the story." You wiped your eyes before any tears fell, not allowing a single drop to leave your waterline.
Ray gave you a somber smile. "It seems we both have a problem with Frank then."
You let out a weak laugh. "Yeah, I guess we do."
"They're the worst, aren't they?" Ray asked in reference to the couple. "Especially when they're all over each other." He rolled his eyes at the memory. "Like ugh, we get it, you're fucking."
Sadness began to evade you, amusement replacing it's former spot. You giggled at Ray's comment. "Yeah. Or when they're in the bus. God, especially when they're in the bus."
Ray laughed, facepalming as he god secondhand embarrassment. "You're so right! It really sucks cause my bunk's right on top of his… Holy shit, they're so loud!"
"You know what's worse? Having the bunk right next to his. He never fully closes the curtain. Oh my God, you should see her stupid face! It's not even sexy."
The two of you continued to playfully complain about Frank and his girlfriend, drinking whatever was left of the cooler. The silence of the night and the shared awareness that the two of you were in similar predicaments made the moment feel more intimate than just simple friendly banter, and the drunken heat washing over the both of you wasn't exactly helping the situation either.
At some point, the two of you had realized the rest of your bandmates were long gone at this point. Frank was probably still getting it on in the green room, the Ways had definitely gotten sidetracked on their quest for alcohol, and you and Ray had the tour bus to yourselves.
Running out of things to talk about (and also being too intoxicated to properly form coherent sentences), a comfortable silence hung in the air of the bus, you and Ray slumped drunkenly against the couch, not daring to shatter the fragile peacefulness with words of any sort.
Still, unspoken emotion hung in the air. After all, you were both just bitching about getting no play, or not feeling like an option, or having no outlet for your primal desires. The both of you were aware of the obvious solution here, but it was still taking a while for one of you to work up the courage. You sure as Hell weren't going to be the one to ask.
Ray's zoned out gaze snapped out of its trance at some point. The intimate nature of venting his problems to you and getting completely wasted by your side made for an uncontrollable heat within his core as he longed to further his proximity to you. Whatever logical thoughts remained were practically screaming at him not to do it, not to make the move… but his drunken state was drowning out his inner logos, completely eradicating the intelligence he usually carried when sober.
He cleared his throat, bashfully speaking up. "So… did you wanna-"
"Fucking finally."
A weight fell from both of your chests. Relief swept over you along with gratitude as you thanked the heavens that Ray was the one to speak first. The shared smiles and slight giggles between the two of you didn't last long after that.
You weren't sure who initiated it; maybe both of you made the executive decision at the same time, but here you were, your lips on his. Or perhaps his on yours? It didn't matter. Everything was now a blur of passion and indecency, Ray's mouth colliding onto yours with a fervent pace, not wasting any time to pull back for breath.
Then suddenly you were under him, and your shirts had been long forgotten. Yours was on the ground, right beside the couch. Ray's was- …You actually didn't know. It's not like you cared anyway. All that mattered to you right now was him, and all that mattered to him was you.
He eyed your bare torso up and down, practically salivating as he did so. The flush plastered across his cheeks grew more prominent, and he felt his jeans become more restrictive than usual.
"Holy shit, Y/n…" he spoke lowly. "The fuck are you doing all hidden in the back?"
You giggled at the compliment. "Makes moments like these seem more rare, I guess."
Ray let out a chuckle, planting another kiss on your swollen lips. He craned his head down, pecking along your jaw until eventually, his mouth was at your neck. He licked around the soft skin, only settling once he felt your pulse point. When he did, he let his teeth sink in just enough o not hurt you, but ensure you felt the sharp imprint on your sensitive skin.
You let out a gasp, involuntarily arching your back at the electric feeling. Your arms were wrapped around his back, your hands holding the back of his head. He felt your body shudder beneath him, your chest pushing against his. He chuckled lowly at the position. Finally, Ray had someone that was willing for him, eager for him even, and he was just as eager for you.
Ray let his hands travel along your body, groping and feeling at your plush skin, as if not savoring it right now meant he'd never be able to again. He let his hands trail further down until eventually, they were tugging on the waistband of your pants. He looked at you, ensuring he had proper consent (despite the fact that you were very obviously begging for it). You nodded as quickly as you could, not wanting him to stall any further.
Everything was a blur of clothing. Soon enough, you were fully nude, and Ray was down to his boxers, his hardened dick forming a prominent outline in the thin fabric. If you weren't wet by now, you were absolutely soaked at the sight of him like this.
His hands found your knees, gently pushing your legs apart. You blushed as he gazed at your dripping cunt, suddenly feeling quite bashful at your exposed form. However, any insecurities that begun to arose were promptly quieted as you watched Ray scoot back on the couch and position his face between your thighs.
Honestly, it was a challenge for him to hold back this long. The second his tongue made contact with your glistening folds, his eyes rolled back, the taste enough for his cock to start leaking precum into his boxers. He lapped at your dripping heat, making sure to properly feed on it before actually pleasuring you. Still, the sheer size of his flat tongue and his slow precision were enough to make you crave for more. Your hips bucked up, searching his mouth for more stimulation as you let out a whine. Your hands found the back of his head, fingers blending in with his curls as you pushed his face deeper inside yourself.
Ray took the hint. Hooking his hands around your thighs, he began focusing his efforts on your throbbing clit, swirling and flicking it around. Each warm breath he took only heightened your senses, the feeling of it hitting your flesh sent shivers down your spine. Ray's eyes looked up at you, observing your reaction to each movement he made with his mouth. He loved the way your squirmed beneath him, how your face crinkled as he hit the perfect spot, and how you chest heaved with every moan and gasp for oxygen.
Sensing you were close (as evident by the unwavering grip you had on his hair, though he couldn't deny he liked the way you tugged on his scalp), Ray doubled his efforts. His head bobbed up and down as he worked you with a pace faster than ever before. A mixture of his own saliva and the fluids of your arousal dribbled down his chin and coated his lips.
"Ray I- Fuck just… P-Please don't stop, I'm… You're doing so good, please…" you pleaded out between ragged breaths and needy whimpers.
Ray couldn't deny his own arousal building inside him. As you fucked you relentlessly with his tongue, his hips matched the pace of his mouth, grinding helplessly into the couch as he searched for some kind of stimulation. The friction the worn cushions gave him through his boxers was delicious, and he couldn't help but moan at it.
His noise sent vibrations through your cunt, making your whole body shiver. Still, despite his own search for release, he didn't forget about yours. His fingers dug into your thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin. Ray alternated between sucking and licking at you. The slight stubble on his chin also added an bonus pleasurable sensation.
Finally, you came. A breathy mumble of incoherent words and cries of pleasure ripped from your throat as your mind went numb with ecstasy. Ray had stopped all his rutting against the couch, focusing on having his tongue guide you down from your high.
When your labored breathing finally subsided, Ray detatched from your core, licking the remaining fluids off his lips and wiping off his chin. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile as he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. His erection was painfully obvious, especially with the spot of precum staining the fabric of his boxers.
"Do you still wanna…?" Ray asked, afraid you were too tired to continue any further.
You let out an amused huff. "Of course, Ray. I'm not gonna leave you like this," you responded, gesturing to his undeniable hard-on.
Ray gave a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God."
With that, Ray kicked off his boxers and laid on the couch. You got the hint and crawled on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips. His hands rested on your waist as you positioned yourself atop him, slowly sinking down on his length.
His dick was well above average, and although you were far from a virgin, even you had trouble stretching to his size. Still, you forced your cunt down on him, attempting to at least take half of his length. Ray noticed your obvious discomfort. Worry flashed in his mind.
"Y/n, it's fine. You dont have to- We can just take it slow," he offered, giving you a reassuring smile.
You grinned back at him. "Yeah, I think I'd like that better, thanks."
Ray nodded, making sure you were completely comfortable (or at least as comfortable as you could be) before he started moving. His hips rocked gently against yours, making sure not to harm you in any way. Still, he was beginning to grow eager, and you were too. His initially slow pace gradually quickened, though he remained very vigilant of not thrusting into you any deeper than he already was.
Even with his small movements, you couldn't help but mewl and whine. His sheer size made every thrust extremely pleasureable, and you ached for him to properly fill you up. It's not that you were dissatisfied with just half of his length, but your growing curiosity of his full potential made it hard for you not to want more.
Determined, you sunk lower. Ray felt as you did so, letting out a low groan. Whatever reason he retained quickly left as he felt your tight cunt grip him, your velvet walls practically milking his thick cock. Unknowingly, his thrusts became deeper, eager to properly fuck you, completely disregarding his earlier cautiousness.
Whatever pain you had was quickly replaced by pleasure, your mind only being able to process the feeling of Ray's dick hitting that perfect spot inside of you. The two of you were both eager messes, heaving and moaning as if the walls of the tour bus weren't paper thin. It's not like either of you cared anyway. You were both lost in each other, completely absorbed by the person in front of you. Though Ray was chasing after his own release, he wanted to make sure you were feeling good too, and from your reactions, he was pretty sure he was sufficient in his goal.
Both you and Ray were both so blinded by pleasure that neither of you noticed the squeak of the tour bus door as it opened.
Taking only two steps in, Frank and his girlfriend were dumbfounded by the sight in front of them. You and Ray were quite the unexpected pairing, to say the least, and to Frank's knowledge, it seemed like you guys were pretty official, what with the context of the situation and everything. Not daring to make a sound and alert either of you, Frank and his girlfriend exchanged glances before quietly escaping the bus, equally traumatized by what they had just witnessed. Oh well. It's about time they got a taste of their own medicine.
At this point, you couldn't tell who was fucking you. You bounced on top of Ray at a relentless pace, your moans escaping everytime you impaled his dick into your sore pussy. Ray's hands kept their tight grip on your hints, guiding your movements and accentuating them as the thrust into you, plunging himself deeper between your walls every time you sunk back down on him. A mix of fluids were dripping out of your cunt. Was it thick globs of Ray's precum? Or was it your own slick of arousal? Probably both. …Definitely both.
Then you felt it, that familiar warm feeling, your core tightening with each passing second.
"Ray, I-I'm gonna-"
"I know… I am too," he heaved out.
His eyes were tightly shut, but he forced them open so he could look at you as the two of you came together.
Like earlier, sparks lit up in your mind as your orgasm ripped through your every vein, sending shivers down your spine. Ray watched with primal desire at the obscene sight of it: your tits boucing in accordance to his thrusts, your head thrown back with your furrowed brow and only the whites of your eyes peekign through your lids, and your mouth hanging agape to let him hear all your pretty sounds of ecstasy.
Not long after you, Ray reached his own release as well. The view of you was a big help. All movements stopped as he slammed your hips into his, burying himself inside of you. The feeling of your walls spasming around him massaged him through his orgasm, practically milking him of any fluids he had left. His voice broke as he moaned out, muttering your name like a prayer and thanking you for being so good to him.
After both of you came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of his chest, his dick still remaining inside of you as it slowly softened. Ray's large arms wrapped around you, cradling the back of your head. You sighed contently against his warm skin.
"She doesn't know what she's missing out on," you joked, referring to Frank's hoe ass girlfriend.
Ray laughed, smiling down at you. "Hey, she's not the only one missing out," he responded, an obvious reference to Frank.
You adjusted your position slightly to be able to look up at Ray while still lying against his large frame. "Well, they can miss out all they want."
Ray raised an eyebrow at that. "Are you saying-"
"Yes. We're definitely doing this again," you confirmed Ray's suspicions. "How could I not take a dick as good as that again?"
He blushed at your words. "If you keep talking like that, we might just have to have another round…"
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?"
The two of you shared a knowing smirk, and after a moment, everything was a blur of skin and a messy tangle of limbs. Now you were the one laying down, and Ray was looming over you. You watched eagerly as he began lining himself up with you, though before he entered your soaked cunt, you had to get something off your mind-
"By the way, did you hear something earlier?"
-
Your next few performances were perfect. Without the haunting jealousy of Frank's relationship and a satisfying sex life, you and Ray played better than ever. Of course, the two of you weren't really in a relationship, so everything looked normal to everyone else. Everything was perfect. Everyone was oblivious.
Except Frank and his girlfriend.
Neither of them could deny it. Seeing both of you enjoy yourselves with each other that one night… it stirred something in them, and they felt undeniable pangs of regret as they faced what could have been. It made them question their entire relationship, and their proclaimed "passion" for one another. Still, both of them were too cowardly to break it off, much less discuss their problems with each other.
Eventually, Frank couldn't hold it in any longer. After one of the shows, Frank became determined to talk to discuss what he had seen. Putting his guitar equipment away with Ray, Frank took this as an opportunity. You were off meddling with your drumset, his girlfriend was still making his way through the crowd, and Mikey and Gerard were out of earshot.
"Hey, Ray," he started casually, though he couldn't deny his heart hammering in his chest. Why? Was it guilt? Remorse? …Jealousy?
Ray looked up from whatever he was doing, facing Frank. "What's up?"
"Look, man, I'm- uh… I'm…" Images from that one night flashed through Frank's head. Oh fuck it. There was no point in lying to himself anymore. He was completely and utterly jealous. He was seethign with it. He was practically drowning in his own self-pity. It should've been him that night. It should've been him instead…
…Instead of you.
"Uh… Hello?" Ray waved his hand in front of a zoned-out Frank, who blinked back to consciousness the moment he remembered he existed. Frank cleared his throat, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.
