stepbrother!gerard way x stepsibling!reader - smut
an: thank u beautiful person for suggesting this ! sorry it took me so long i got super sick .. (╯_╰) .. i hope u like it tho! i went with short hair gee because he is my baby and i love him (plus i wrote 2 fics for basement gee my other baby) .. also the middle photo of him does things to me i cant lie .. (／▽＼)
summary: your new stepfather moved in a few months ago, along with his two sons: mikey and gerard.. you got on well with mikey, but gerard treated you like shit. not to mention you couldnt help but notice gerards stares linger.. tension breaks one night after a series of arguments…
warnings: stepsibling dynamics .. , nsfw, mean gee, lots of arguments, alcohol, cursing, making out, grinding, slight choking, hair pulling, marking (?), nicknames, lowk rushed ending, mikey and frank walk in (free them ohno..) unprotected sex,
From the moment they moved in you felt uneasy. Your mother and father had divorced a year ago, leaving just the two of you alone, together. It was peaceful. That was until you met her new boyfriend a few months ago. He was kind to you, always offering a hand when you needed it. You got along well with him. Then he moved in, piled all of his suitcases into the living room one afternoon. With him he brought his two sons. Mikey, and Gerard. Their belongings followed suit in the coming days. You got along well with Mikey, often talking about music like Morrisey and comics. But with Gerard, it was different. He would belittle you every chance he got. It started with teasing remarks under his breath, yet soon it delved into harsh words and insults spat at you accompanied by a mean glare and furrowed brows.
Just like today, one of your friends was throwing a party at their house. A large number of people were supposed to show up including your close knit friendgroup. So with your hottest, most head-turning outfit on, your biggest boots and a bright grin you left your room. Almost automatically you knew something was going to go wrong. You could feel the way Gerard’s eyes followed you down the wooden steps of the staircase until your gaze met his headon. You could see him freeze, his shoulders tense and his dark brows furrow as he leaned against the kitchen counter. You had to admit, he was unbelievably cute like this - caught in the act all nervous. You would have called him a perv just to watch him tick if not for your parents seated two feet away from him at the dining table. Your mouth opened in a soundless scoff and in turn you watched him roll his eyes. You wanted to punch him, kick him and spit on him. Anything to release your frustrations.
“Hey mom, ‘m going out. I’ll be back.” You strode towards her, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss against her temple.
“‘Course honey, stay safe out there though. Don't be back too late.” Her voice was a soothing whisper in your ear as she waved you a gentle goodbye followed by an air kiss. You loved her, truly and wholeheartedly. You were her world before she met your now stepdad and his sons and she would always be your everything.
You smiled at Mikey, who had his nose burrowed in a comic book he found interesting. Still his eyes looked up momentarily and he offered you a soft wave with a gentle grin. His wave turned into a thumbs up after he eyed your outfit. Mikey was always open to you talking his ear off about anything and you had told him earlier about the party. He was excited for you, hoping you’d meet some people and make some friends. He also wanted you to be safe, which he made obvious by rambling about precautions and holding your drink close. It was funny how much he had begun to care for you in such a small amount of time. Even you had begun to see him as a brotherly figure.
Gerard however kept quiet, his glare harsh and unwavering. He wanted nothing more but to laugh at your ridiculous clothes and snicker at the way you presented yourself. Even looking in your direction filled him with anger. Mikey shot him a look that said calm down, and that alone made him want to retaliate. You stood still for a beat longer, lingering near the doorway. He watched you, like he was analysing you. You - always up for a competition - stared back, mean remarks resting on the tip of your tongue. You were like a predator waiting for your prey to take the bait. Gerard was annoyingly smarter than that. His lips spread into a sickly sweet smile, fake and artificial. One of his hands came up, and his fingers moved in a taunting wave.
He knew he had won when your brows drew close and your eyes rolled again. He was sure soon enough they would get stuck mid-movement and he couldn’t wait for the day they did. His smirk grew genuine as your middle finger raised and you flipped him off. With one hand still raised mid-wave and the other now over his mouth he muffled his chuckle. Your glare deepened then, with a newfound sense of embarrassment you moved to the front door.
The drive to your friend’s house was quick, luckily for you a mutual friend drove past your house on the way. So she was eager to pick you up. Now, you were zoned out in the passenger seat, tinted windows rolled down as the cold air hit your face. Your mind drew back to Gerard. He was insufferable. With that shit-eating smirk and those irritating quips. You could never decide between wanting to ignore him until he gave up trying to argue, or punch him until he bled. Alas, it was a losing battle. At the end of the day he was still your step-brother and you still lived together; you couldn’t avoid him even if you tried. Besides, you knew your mother loved your step-father and cussing out his son was one way to strain the close-knit relationship between you and her.
A soft hand on your shoulder startled you and pulled you from your overthinking. “We’re here.” Your friend’s voice next to you whispered, her wary eyes analysing your unreadable expression. You could only nod in return. One of your hands found the handle of the car door and with a heavy breath in, you stepped out.
The cool air hit you harder than it had through the window, causing goosebumps to bloom along your exposed thighs and arms. You couldn’t help but try to pull the ends of your tiny leather shorts down, in a feeble attempt to warm up; but to no avail because the cold still numbed your skin thoroughly.
You could spot the host of the party up ahead - your best friend slouched against the front door, her fingers drumming against her arm out of boredom.
“Took you long enough!” She yelled, making her way to you slowly. With each step she took you could hear her stiletto heels click and clack against the concrete until she stood in front of you. She pulled you in for a tight hug, her arms wrapping around you almost instantly. “How have you been?” She mumbled, one hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Fine, the usual.” You answered as nonchalantly as you could, not letting it show just yet how annoyed Gerard had made you. She knew all about him, usually on the other end of the phone listening as you ranted about the bothersome man. You could feel her sigh against you.
“Don’t worry about Gerard, get drunk and have fun.” She reassured quietly before leaning back and looking you up and down. “You look good!! I love this top!” Her fingers ran along the thin material and across the abundance of necklaces you wore. She radiated a contagious confidence you couldn’t help but mimic. So, with a few more deep breaths you began to walk beside her. Your boots hit the ground hard, compared to the lightness of her heels. You just hoped you’d find someone cute enough - or get drunk enough - to bring them to bed and relieve the tension ever present in you, head to toe.
The lights inside were dim and colourful, allowing you to relax ever so slightly as warm bodies moved all around you. Your best friend stood beside you still, beginning to pull you further into the crowded house. She shouted things over the music, yet her words fell on deaf ears as the bass thumped heavy through your body.
The two of you made your way to the kitchen, you had already found some drinks and began to chug drink after drink from the cheap red cup. The liquid warmed your throat, leaving a satisfying burn in its wake; a feeling your throat had become accustomed to by the second drink. Her older brother came around the corner, a pretty brunette metaphorically attached to him by the hip
“Hi Ray!” You greeted, voice softer now that the music wasn’t as loud. He pulled you in for a side hug with a gentle ‘hey’, before he ruffled your hair playfully. You had met him a few times, usually when you’d spend time hanging out with his sister. You didn’t know much about him, only that he was in some punky band and that he was amazing at guitar. You heard him one night, late when you were half asleep beside your friend. He was talented and you admired that about him.
He turned to his sister beside you - who was now sipping her drink and leaning against the countertop. “I have friends from the band coming soon, if they ask where I am, tell them that I’m upstairs and to wait for me here.” Before she could even respond to his demand, the girl beside him had already dragged him upstairs. Instead your friend rolled her eyes and mumbled a defeated ‘whatever’.
You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, watching her head shake softly. “I swear if he fucks that girl I’m gonna be pissed.” She blurted out, causing you to choke on your drink. It wasn’t often that Ray slept with women so carelessly, but he had recently gone through a breakup. You felt bad for him in all honesty and you knew his sister was worried.
A small group moving into the kitchen dragged your attention away from her. A pierced boy with messy black hair walked in, followed by.. Mikey? Behind them was - “You have got to be kidding me.” Frustration rose up within you as you spoke. Gerard - insufferable as ever - stood behind the two men. His expression mirrored your own, his eyes scrutinising you. You could tell he was angry, this time your parents weren’t around and you didn’t have to behave yourself.
You gulped down the rest of your drink, slamming the cup down on the bench before making your way towards Gerard. “I am so sick of you always acting like a jackass to me! Seriously, what is your problem?!” You almost screamed, the alcohol you consumed too quickly already slurring your words. Your finger pointed into his chest to add emphasis.
All Gerard could do was stare at you, an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes narrowed before he spoke up. “Are you already drunk? You left what, 30 minutes ago?” He laughed in your face, looking you up and down like you were a joke. You didn’t think before your hand moved. The slap practically echoed after your palm collided with his pale cheek. The pierced guy near you laughed so hard he almost cried and Mikey had to hold his hand over his mouth to cover his giggles.
Gerard’s eyes grew meaner, before a hand on his shoulder pulled him down to earth. The pierced guy had moved beside him. “Fuck off Frank.” Gerard mumbled to the boy, rolling his eyes before walking off, leaving behind the heavy tension in the air. The anger flowed off of you in tidal waves and you almost wanted to punch Gerard again. Why didn’t he argue back? You were expecting venomous sentences, yet you were only met with a slight tease. Even then he managed to ridicule you and make you feel small with just a few words.
Frank was the first one to speak up. “I’m sorry about him, he’s just..” He looked like he was searching for the right words, until Mikey locked eyes with Frank, wordlessly commanding him to shut up. You didn’t pay attention to the strange behaviour from either boys, you were still pissed.
“It’s fine, Ray’s upstairs right now. He wanted us to tell you to wait for him here.” Your friend disrupted the awkward silence, her voice a pillar of reason among the chaos inside your head. Instead of listening to Mikey and Frank’s soft conversation you reached for another drink. Filling your cup and tossing the liquid down your throat. Fuck Gerard. Fuck his stupid face and his annoying voice. You were going to get drunk and fuck someone. Anyone.
You didn’t know how many drinks you had by the time people had crowded and began doing shots, still you downed each one with haste rooted in anger. Gerard had now begun to linger around the staircase, talking to Ray; who had just come downstairs disheveled. Whatever. It’s not like you cared about the asshole anyways. The guy across from you kept catching your eye, his own lingering on your face as you kept drinking. Your throat was now thoroughly numb to the taste and burn of the alcohol. Your head hadn’t stopped spinning since you arrived, but you were distracted enough not to pay much attention to it. You could feel the boy watching you and you could see the smile on his face clear as day. He was cute, handsome. You wouldn’t mind spending the night with him.
So with liquid courage warm in your stomach, you slowly walked to him. You were casual enough to go unnoticed by your drunk friends. Who were all gathered close around the dining table. You started slow, placing a gentle hand on his back, running your nails up. It wasn’t until he leaned in to whisper in your ear did your friends notice. Still they said nothing as he began to feel you up. Your hand moved from his back, reaching for his large palm before you slowly pulled him away. Your best friend gave you a thumbs up, mouthing the words guest bedroom with a knowing look.
When you reached the staircase the boy grabbed you, pulling you against the nearby wall and crashing his lips against yours. His mouth tasted of alcohol and something else. He had bad breath, not that you minded as his hands found your waist. Your own began to move to his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips began to trail down your neck, pressing impatient kisses against your skin. Your head fell to the side, your eyes half-lidded. That's when you spotted him. Gerard leaned against a nearby wall, chatting casually to Frank when his head slowly turned. The two of you locked eyes. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open. You tried to hide your face on the boy's shoulder but it was too late.
Gerard had already started to approach you. Anger rolled off of him in thick waves. Seeing that guy pressed against you left a bad taste in his mouth. Protectiveness and something else he didn’t want to name rose up in his throat. He told himself he was just looking out for you, guys like that only want one thing. So why did it give him so much satisfaction to pull the boy off of you and glare at him. Gerard pushed him back halfheartedly, muttering something along the lines of “fuck off”. Then all too quickly Gerard’s hand gripped your arm and pulled you with him.
“Gerard?!” You managed to yell, trying to pull your arm back.
“We’re leaving, C’mon.” Was all he could say, dragging you outside and to his car. “Get in.”
He wasn’t above throwing you into the car if it meant getting you away from the party and the boy. But in your drunken haze you managed to slide into the car with a whine. You were angry, drunk and honestly horny. Gerard slammed the passenger door shut, startling you, before moving to the driver's seat. You kept what little composure you had left and crossed your arms as you ignored him. Unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t having any of that as he began to drive.
His voice cut through the air sharper than a knife. “What were you thinking?! You don’t know what could have happened if you went upstairs with him. Look at you! You’re drunk, reckless and defenseless.” His voice rang through like venom deep in your bones; poisoning you from the inside out.
You had enough. You couldn’t process the words before they left your lips. “Are you fucking serious Gerard? I knew exactly what was going to happen, surely you aren’t that annoyingly dense?!” Your words were a string of slurred insults. Still, your teasing-self shone through as you continued speaking, “if I didn't know any better I’d say you're jealous.” You managed a sly chuckle, watching his hands grip the steering wheel ever so slightly tighter. Still you pushed further, your hand moving to his thigh and tracing shapes with a featherlight touch. You could feel him tense beneath your palm and your smirk grew larger. Your fingers began to trace upwards ever so slightly, watching him try not to squirm.
“Get your hand off me.” You could hear the soft tremor in his voice, the uncertainty present in each word. It only egged you on as your fingers rested heavier, each one an unmistakable touch against his leg. Before you knew it, the car had stopped in front of your shared house and his hand was grabbing your wrist, throwing your hand off of him. He didn’t speak. Within seconds he had left the car and scrambled to the front door. Leaving you confused and alone.
With heavy footsteps you walked to the same door, watching him disappear into the basement before you could tease him any further. Now you stood in the cold hallway, torn between barging into the basement or sleeping for eternity. The latter sounded much more appealing, you’d face the hangover tomorrow; and more importantly Gerard.
When you awoke the next morning, your head thumped heavy and your limbs ached. You could feel a subtle burn in the back of your throat, presumably from the absurd amount of alcohol you drank. Your mind raced through the night, lingering on the boy, Gerard grabbing you, the car ride home. Everything laid itself out in your mind like puzzle pieces you couldn’t fit together. No matter how hard you try to come up with a logical reason as to why Gerard acted so out of order, you couldn’t possibly figure out why.
So you chose to ask him. Now standing outside the basement door second guessing yourself, you knock once, twice, three times. By the fourth knock the door swings open and you’re greeted with a half-dressed Gerard in jeans and a band tee, looking annoyingly… hot? Whatever. You push the thought from your mind, trying to focus on what you came to bother him for. “What was that last night?” You manage, your voice accompanied by a subtle, uncertain wobble.
His eyes roamed your face, as if he were lost in the way you looked; your hair almost unnoticeably disheveled and your eyes half-lidded from sleep. He almost forgot you spoke until felt your eyes narrow and bore into him. He managed to clear his throat and think of a snarky remark. “I could ask you the same thing. What were you thinking? Throwing yourself at any guy who showed interest in you. It’s honestly pathetic.” He barely kept his voice even, now leaned in close - inches away from your face. He was so close, near enough to feel your unsteady breath against his face.
Your heart beat so loud you were almost certain Gerard heard it. Your voice rose higher, almost a frustrated scream. “I’m pathetic? Look at you! You can barely remember to breathe around me.” Confidence rose within you as anger seeped through your pores. If he wanted a fight he was going to get one. He scoffed, a dry laugh following soon after as he leaned back slightly. He tried his best to appear intimidating as he looked down at you. His mind raced with potential responses yet each time he came up short.
So with one breath you let the words spill. “You move around the house like you own the place! Leaving your comics everywhere and your shitty art pieces on every surface you can find! Not to mention you’re a loser who spends all day either in the basement or with his stupid band! You ruined my life the day you moved in!” You spoke fast with a previously bottled up anger that made your hands shake and ache to punch him.
Only this time he didn’t argue back. You found yourself crowding his face, pointing an accusing finger at him when his hand moved. His rough fingers laced themselves in each strand of your hair as he pulled you close. Your lips met in a desperate battle, moving against each other as your hands reached for his shoulders.
His free hand found the back of your neck and pulled you closer, squeezing momentarily. You gasped, your mouth opening in shock. You could feel him smirk and then his tongue made its way into your mouth. Your own moved with his as you allowed your hands to move to the messy, black hair resting at the back of his head. You yanked, taking note of his grunt.
You almost whined when he pulled away after what felt like hours. You weren’t much better. Your cheeks were warm and blood-flushed, your lips were kiss-swollen and your heartbeat thumped so loud you swore your heart would jump out of your chest. All breath escaped you, your mind zeroed in on everything purely Gerard. In a moment his forehead dropped against yours, his eyes were softer, still laced with anger and distaste but now, something more pushed beyond everything. With one look you knew. His eyes told you the words he couldn’t say just yet.
As if he sensed it, he broke your concentration with another kiss. Whispering against your lips, “You ruined me the moment I saw you. You consumed me... You still do.” He spoke in gentle pants, one of his hands finding yours and guiding you into the basement.
He led you to his bed, moving with haste towards the basement door. You heard it shut, then soft footsteps. Soon enough he was in front of you again. He leaned over you, his hand finding your chin and making you look at him. His eyes were dark, fueled by something stronger than attraction.
You couldn’t help yourself, you closed the heated distance with another kiss. This time you felt him push you down, laying you against his unmade bed. It was as if the air grew heavier - the weight of Gerard above you, the feeling of his soft lips pressed strong against your own, the unmistakable hardness pressing into your thigh. It all crowded your senses, allowing Gerard to be the only thought constant in your brain. You couldn’t believe it, you still held hatred for the man who made these past few months hell for you. But something else burrowed itself in your stomach.
His hands found your shirt, beginning to pull it up before he stopped. “Tell me to stop and I will. I’ve waited so long for you.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice and all you could do was give him a gentle nod.
Your approval was all he needed before he removed your shirt with a newfound sense of confidence. Your pants followed shortly after. Then he stood tall and pulled his shirt over his head. Your eyes dropped to his body, taking in the pale skin everywhere. It wasn’t long after that he was pulling off his bat belt, then his dark jeans. You were now both two naked bodies, standing together. Neither of you dared to say a word, the air carrying the lust that rolled off of each of you in impatient waves.
After a few beats, his mouth found yours again; the two of you stuck in a constant state of breathlessness. In a moment he was on top of you, a hand on your jaw as his mouth moved. Your own hands held fist-fulls of his choppy hair, desperately pulling him impossibly closer. You felt your hips raise, testing the waters. When you felt him grind down with impatience, all you managed to do was let a string of gentle whines fall from your occupied lips. It was all too much, yet not enough. You wanted all of him, not just a taste.
His hips continued rolling, the kiss had grown sloppier with need and your hands had moved to his back; your blunt nails digging into his skin. His free hand found the waistband of your underwear, breaking the kiss one more time. “May I?” He looked down at you, a lopsided grin plastered on his face as he watched you whine a desperate ‘God, yes’.
His finger hooked into your underwear, pulling the cotton fabric down and tossing it somewhere behind him. It was more than likely you would never see that pair again, and you would have to face a “clueless” Gerard who probably had the material stuffed in one of his messy drawers.
Now faced with you bare below him Gerard couldn’t help but rub a hand over his face, trying to stifle his moan at the sight. You were beautiful, he was cursing himself for not allowing himself this moment sooner. He had always been pushing you away, acting cold, mean, and distant in hopes you would just ignore him, hate him. It worked for a while, and soon he enjoyed your arguments because it gave him reasons to hate you. Now he felt a fool, his hands moving up and down your waist. The feeling of your soft skin in his hands grounded him as your eyes, big and full of desire, looked up at him with a want so strong it pulled him in like a siren's song.
You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stripped away his boxers, leaving him as naked as you were. It was then that one of his hands began to trail down, moving tauntingly as a smirk spread across his features. Soon he reached your thigh, kneading the flesh with his rough hand. His other hand left your waist, resting ever so close to where you needed him most.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him now. “Gerard please..” You managed to whine, your head rolling back as your hips lifted into the air. He must have gotten the hint because his hands moved to your hips and he began to line himself up with your aching entrance.
With him leaned over you, his lips found yours again. As he kissed you harder, he pushed forward inch by inch. You could feel the gentle burn being replaced by the overwhelming pleasure as his lips trailed down your neck. After a moment of him resting still within you, your hips ground down experimentally. You watched his head nuzzle itself further into your neck as he groaned.
With one hand still on your waist and the other making its way up your chest he began to move slowly, his pace soft and steady. You could hear his quiet huffs, accompanied by your own moans as they only grew louder in volume. With each passing moment he moved faster and harder, your eyes closed shut and your head lolled back against the mattress.
“Ffuck.. Gerard.” You managed between moans, his head pulling back as he looked down at your wrecked form once again. His hand found your hair as he tugged, watching your eyes open and a little whimper fall from your swollen lips. He guided your head close to his, meeting you in another desperate kiss as your nails dug into his back.
The pleasure was becoming too much, each snap of his hips only made your core tremble and your restraint diminish. You could feel his eyes on you, no doubt you were putting on a show, and he seemed transfixed by your beauty. Each noise you made only fueled the fire in him. “Shit.. You’re gorgeous.. Mmph.. So good f’me sugar..” He panted, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
He could feel himself nearing the edge and you weren’t far either. You were writhing below him, moans leaving your lips one after the other. It felt almost surreal. The man you’ve despised for months was above you,inside you. The thought caused you to clench down on Gerard, drawing a low whine from him.
After a moment longer his hips began to stutter, sweat covering his skin in a thin sheen. You knew he was close. “‘M so close… Fuck sugar..” He mumbled, followed by a plethora of curses when he realised you were even closer than he was. One of his palms found your thigh again, rubbing soft circles in the skin as he muttered praise.
The tight bundle in your core snapped and a long moan left your mouth as you came. Clenching down hard. Gerard managed to pull out, pumping himself a few times before he came on your stomach.
He fell beside you, the sheets even more crumpled then they were before. The two of you laid breathless, panting as the realisation of what happened and what this would mean came crashing down onto the two of you.
Before either of you could linger on the thought for too long, the basement door swung open and you could hear a distinct voice. “Gerard! Are you down there!” Frank yelled, followed by two pairs of footsteps. Both of you scrambled under the covers when Frank and Mikey entered the room. They were met with an obvious sight. Clothes scattered everywhere, you and Gerard naked under the blankets together, and the smell of sex were all obvious clues.
With an annoyed groan Mikey’s hands flung to his eyes. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you two… I’m gonna be sick dude.” Mikey huffed behind his hands, stumbling towards the door.
Frank laughed, smiling wildly as he reached for Mikey at the door. Once they were practically out of the room Frank called out. “Fuckin’ finally!” You could hear his insufferable chuckle clear as day, before he shut the basement door.
Gerard turned to you, his cheeks a bright red. You were the first to speak, “good one Gerard, maybe next time lock the door.” You spoke with the same mean tone you had become accustomed to using with Gerard before today. Only this time your voice was light and laced with humor as you giggled.
“Oh yeah?” He laughed with you, grabbing you as he rolled around the sheets holding you. A smile spread across your face as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
For the first time in months you finally felt truly at home, only this time Gerard was here beside you.
