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.á summary: you rent a room from a stranger off of craigslist. seems harmless enough, right?
.á tags: obsession, perversion, slight corruption kink, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, fem reader.
.á a/n: sorry this one took so long, felt like i mustâve rewritten it like five times. wc: 4,390.
Gerard prides himself on being good.
A good brother. A good artist. A good person, focused and reliable, the kind of man people count on without so much of a second thought. Above all else, he keeps his heart disciplined, free of waste and distraction.
Which is why it hits him so hard when you come into his life.
He had listed his spare room on Craigslist, and within the hour his inbox was already filling up. Your message stood out immediately: no profile photo, no personal details, just a brief, polite inquiry about the listing. No context or explanation. He couldnât help but wonder whether finding your message was a coincidence or something closer to fate.
He practically did a double take when you arrived at his door for a tour of his place. Pretty eyes, dewy lips, even the way your hair fell just so, all spoke of careful thought and intention; a kind of beauty that couldnât be bought, demanding attention whether you wanted it to or not.
Gerard didnât expect the silence that followed your introduction. No rambling backstory, no nervous oversharing, just your name offered plainly, like it was enough. It unsettled him in a way he couldnât quite place. Most people he met nowadays tried to talk louder, make themselves larger, fill up space. You, on the other hand, seemed content to take up exactly the amount of space you needed. No more, no less.
Gerard became painfully aware of himself in that moment. The tightness of his shoulders, the sweat building in his palms, the awkward length of time he spent perfectly still as he rambled on about god knows what. He wondered if his expression had given anything away, if his attention had been visible in the same way yours seemed controlled and contained.
You moved in about a week later, and it didnât take long for him to piece together little fragments of your life. You were a student, working full-time to push your way through a degree that seemed to demand every spare hour you had.
Heâd come home from rehearsal long after midnight, exhausted, keys soft in the lock, and still find you awake, the soft glow of your desk lamp spilling through the crack in your door.
And then there were the days you were barely at home at all, rapid footsteps down the hall, a bag slung over your shoulder. You moved through the apartment like a passing current, present just long enough to prove you lived there before vanishing back into the world that constantly called you elsewhere.
Heâd try little things to coax you out, casual invitations slipped into brief conversations, an extra coffee left on the counter, a spare ticket to his show down the road. Most of the time, you turned him down, a quiet excuse slipping from your lips like it was second nature. Always polite, always respectful, leaving no room for misunderstanding: you shared the apartment and nothing else.
Youâre so pretty, but always so alone, politely declining advances from anyone who tries to get close to you. You never bring anyone over, never go out, never let anyone linger long enough to get comfortable. Itâs a front, the way you keep people at an armâs length: warm enough to draw them in, distant enough to make them ache for more.
Itâs wasteful, the walls you build around yourself, the way you push people away before they can reach you.
Youâre a moon without a sun, and he wants to know why.
The idea starts innocently enough, a shadow at the edge of his mind. Gerard lingers outside of your bedroom door, quietly willing himself to step inside while you arenât home. He rests his hand on the doorknob, frozen in place as he listens to the faint hum of the apartment.
Every rational part of him tells him to stop, to turn away, banish these feelings back into the deepest parts of him. But something stronger chains him in place, his breath caught between guilt and anticipation.
He nudges you door open just a crack, slipping inside without a further thought. The room feels warm, lived-in, a stark contrast to the chilling exterior you wear outside of these walls. He takes everything in slowly: books left open, notes scribbled in the margins, CDâs scattered across the floor, posters lining your walls.
Gerard lowers himself down onto your mattress, heart hammering in his chest as he runs his fingers through your sheets. He presses his face into your pillows, inhaling deeply, the lingering scent of you completely invading his senses.
Gerardâs mind spirals, each thought of you sharp and all-consuming as he ruts his hips into the mattress.
God, itâs almost too much, imagining the image of you splayed out before him, his face buried between your creamy thighs. Your eyes, hazy and lost, begging him to touch you, love you, fuck you.
Heâs cumming into his jeans before he even fully realizes it, cock straining against the denim.
Fuck, heâs made a mess, an embarrassingly large wet spot darkening the fabric where you lay. Gerard exhales shakily, glancing at the clock on your bedside table, still hours before you would be home. Moving quickly, he strips the bed, tugging the sheets and pillowcases free. He gathers the damp fabric in his arms, scrambling out into the hallway and tossing everything into the wash as if it was routine.
There.
Itâs as if nothing happened.
That doesnât stop him from slipping a pair of your panties in his pocket on the way back out of your room.
You donât seem to notice anything off when you get home, offering him a small nod in greeting, keys jangling softly in your hand, expression as composed as ever. No suspicion. No pause.
Then you disappear down the hall, shutting yourself into your room with a light slam of the door.
Gerard watches you for a second too long, pulse thudding in his ears, half-expecting you to re-emerge, to do something, say something, look back at him in disgust.
But nothing happens.
The apartment settles into its usual rhythm, and your door stays closed.
Another night, it happens again. Gerard, getting back late from rehearsal, bones weary with exhaustion, trudging down the hall and into his room. He collapses onto his bed, shoes half kicked off, eyes heavy.
But even in that haze, even on the edge of unconsciousness, thereâs you, sharp and vivid, slipping in uninvited. And just like that, sleep doesnât come as easily as it should.
The hours crawl by, thick and restless as he tosses and turns. His room is too cold, too quiet.
His mouth is also painfully dry.
With a frustrated exhale, he forces himself up and out of his room to get a glass of water, eyes heavy, mind foggy.
No.
Oh fuck.
The sounds of wetness hit him like a physical blow, teasing and beckoning him over to your door. Every nerve in his body tightens, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he leans in closer. Just like that, his mouth is no longer dry, tacky with drool and desire clawing straight through him.
Itâs almost as if heâs in a lucid state, completely entranced by the soft and breathy moans echoing through the thin walls. He palms mindlessly at the bulge in his shorts, pressing his forehead to your door.
Gerard wants so badly to go in, to show you how it feels to have someone who really sees you, someone who cares, who wants all of you completely. The desire isnât just physical, no. Itâs deeper than that, an incessant ache of wanting to be in your life, to matter to you. He means it with such conviction, even as heâs spitting into his hand and pulling his boxers down to stroke himself in time with your moans.
He sighs to himself, panting softly against the doorframe, his other hand curling into the wood as he lets the fantasies of you run filthy and free.
Your soft lips, tenderly wrapping around the head of his cock, suckling happily, taking him deep down your throat. The positions he could take you in, the speeds; devastatingly cruel, the way you command his affections, keeping him shackled to you.
A soft cry escapes from the inside of your door, the noise dripping with intensity.
âFuck yeah.â
Gerard bites back a needy moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the thought of your cunt clenching and pulsing around him. The very thought has him shooting ropes into his palm, pumping himself relentlessly to coax every last drop out. The scent of your arousal lingers faintly in the air, and damn, you smell sweet. How heâd love to taste youâŠ
He sighs, staring down at the load he just blew. Heâs despicable, and he knows it.
The next morning, Gerard forces himself to keep last nightâs memories at bay, waking up early to cook breakfast for the two of you.
He smiles as he hears your door creak open, drawn out by the delicious smells drifting through the apartment. You pad into the kitchen, hair tousled, dark circles under your eyes, looking every bit as exhausted as he feels. The unguarded sight of you makes his chest tighten, thoughts of last night gnawing at the edges of his composure. He swallows hard, readjusting, forcing his signature smile.
âMorning,â you murmur, rubbing at your eyes.
âGood morning,â he replies, keeping his tone light, sliding a plate across the counter toward you. âCoffee?â
You nod, sliding into a chair. âThanks⊠you didnât have to do all of this.â
âI wanted to,â he says, forcing a casual shrug, though his fingers twitch as he sets your mug down, betraying the calm heâs trying to hold. âBesides, when was the last time someone cooked for you?â
You pause, a faint flicker of surprise crossing your face. âI⊠canât even remember,â you admit softly, eyes downcast as you stir your coffee. âIâve been so busy studying for midterms that I havenât had a moment to think about anything elseâŠâ
Gerard nods, his expression soft and full of understanding. âIâm sure youâre doing great,â he says, voice steady and reassuring, offering a quiet confidence meant to ease some of the weight he can see pressing on you.
You shrug, a tired edge to your movements. âItâs the same old stuff. Honestly, I just want to finish my degree and get my own place as soon as possible.â
He leans back slightly, nodding again, though a subtle panic creeps in. He doesnât want you to leave and get your own place, the thought twisting uncomfortably in his chest. Silence stretches between you, thick and expectant, and in the quiet, an idea begins to form in the back of Gerardâs mind.
âWe should watch a movie tonight. Get your mind off of things for a little.â
You tilt your head, eyes locking with his, uncertainty flickering across your face before you retreat back into that familiar, stoic composure. The softness vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the careful restraint you always wear.
He notices immediately. âCâmon,â he says, soft and insistent, leaning a little closer. âYou deserve a little break, donât you think?â
Gerard catches the faintest trace of a smile tugging at your lips, fragile, but nevertheless a crack in your carefully constructed armor.
âYeah, I guess.â
Night comes sooner than expected.
Gerard picks the movie, a random slasher flick heâs seen dozens of times, loud and familiar enough to blur into the background. Itâs not like heâs really watching anyway; his attention locked entirely on you, though heâs an expert in not showing it.
You settle onto the couch beside him, close enough your knees almost touch. Almost. The opening credits roll, synthy music swelling, screams slicing through the room. He pretends to focus, nodding along like this is all normal, like his body isnât painfully aware of every shift you make.
âHave you seen this one?â you ask.
âYeah,â he says. A beat passes. âCouple times.â
Thereâs something in the way he says it that makes you glance at him. His eyes are fixed on the screen, jaw tight, the cold flashes of the movie casting long shadows across his face. When you look away, his gaze slides to you instead, hungry and expectant.
A shrill sound cuts through the movie and you flinch, your arm instinctively brushing against his.
Gerard doesnât flinch.
Doesnât move.Â
Doesnât breathe.Â
âSorry,â you murmur, not pulling away right away.
âItâs fine,â he says. Too calm. Too collected.
You laugh at a cheesy line of dialogue, unaware. Comfortable. Safe.Â
He notices your shifting, the way you canât seem to sit still, knees drawing in and then stretching out again relentlessly.
âAre you cold?â Gerard asks, voice casual, almost gentle.
You glance at him, surprised. âA little.â
âCâmere,â he says softly. âI run warm.â
You hesitate, the pause stretching long enough for him to know that your guard is on high alert. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you scooch closer, the faintest brush of your shoulder against his sending a jolt he doesnât try to hide.
Without warning, Gerardâs arm snakes around you, drawing you fully into his side, the heat radiating from him immediate and inescapable.
âThere,â he murmurs, voice low and satisfied. âThatâs better.â
You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as the movie drones on, blood splattering across the screen, screams echoing. He shifts again, hands on your waist, pulling you fully into his lap. His arms wrap around you, not tight, not entirely gentle either, just enough to hold you there.
âYouâll be more comfortable like this,â he murmurs.
The movie keeps playing, screams and strings swelling in the background, but itâs clear his attention is no longer on the screen. You can feel it in the way his body stills, the subtle quickening of his breath, the slow, absentminded circles his fingers trace on your hips. When you donât pull away, his hands drift lower, settling on your upper thigh, the same deliberate, teasing rhythm continuing as if testing the space between you.
Itâs subtle enough to almost pass for comfort. Gerardâs thumb brushes close enough to make your breath hitch, retreating slowly before returning again, testing, measuring. He doesnât rush it. He never does. If anything, his grip on you only tightens, anchoring you there, as if afraid you might realize whatâs happening and slip free.
Youâre well aware of the game at play, shifting around slightly in his lap, the softest grunt escaping him as your cunt brushes the ridge of his hardening cock.
You take it as a sign to push further, hands grazing his chest, playing with the hem of his shirt.
Gerardâs heart is pounding, the feeling of you so impossibly close making his mind spiral. Heâs enjoying this too much, hands sliding to rest on the small of your back.
You reach up slowly, brushing the bangs from his face, your fingertips trailing over his temple. Youâre fully straddling him at this point, hips flush against his as he shifts around uncomfortably.
There isnât a need for words between you two, not as youâre grinding down on the bulge in his pants. The sound that escapes him is pitiful, strained, air completely escaping his lungs. You can see it in his eyes, the devotion, the quiet desperation to please. Heâll do anything you want, give anything you want, whatever it takes for you to open up to him, let him be a part of your life, be a part of you.
Your lips brush the corner of his, the tension boiling over, hips slotting against his in another cruel, unforgiving roll. âIâm trying,â he rasps. âTrying so hard to be good for you.â
He leans in so your foreheads touch, eyes boring straight into yours. âAnything. Iâll give you anything you want.â
âAnything?â You tease. He doesnât waste another second, lips crashing into yours, urgent and claiming.
To his delight, you accept, tongue dancing with his, hands sliding into his greasy hair. Finally, just his like in his dreams, you reciprocate, eagerly at that, moaning into his mouth as he grinds you down onto him. He wanted you to be enthusiastic, but this⊠this is heaven.
Gerard swallows all of your noises whole, fingers tugging at your shirt. âGet this thing off,â he grunts against your lips. The chill of the room hits your skin in an instant, goosebumps rising along your arms and down your spine, electrifying every nerve.
âFuck, baby,â he says in quick reverence, leaning foreard to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. âYouâre so beautiful.â
Gerardâs hands are rough, calloused, hoisting you out of his lap and onto the couch cushions in one swift motion. Heâs back on top of you in an instant, the weight of him warm and heavy, working his lips against the delicate skin of your neck.
âYou gonna let me take care of you?â He grunts against your skin, hands palming the swell of your breasts. You nod, head thrown back from the intensity of him, his mouth frantic along your jaw, pulse, anywhere he can reach. His fingers trail lower, hooking on your waistband, helping you kick off your jeans.
Without wasting another second, you grab a tuft of his hair, yanking his face straight into your clothed core. Gerard doesnât hesitate, greedily lapping at you through the fabric of your panties, his hands snaking around your thighs to keep you spread.
He dips in slowly, his nose brushing up against your clit with every swirl and flick of his tongue. Heâs always been proud of the way he eats pussy, and tonight is no exception. Gerard can feel the impatience wafting off of you in waves, but heâs a patient man, kissing and nipping at your folds just enough keep you needy and wanting.
You huff, desperate for more heat, more friction, panties completely soaked through in a mixture of Gerardâs tacky spit and your own slick. You tug at his hair again, unsuccessfully attempting to grind on his face, Gerardâs arms keeping you pinned to the couch cushions, looking up at you devilishly. He stops completely, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
âWhat is it?â He teases. âUse your words, baby.â
âGod, please,â you whine, his lips moving back onto your folds. âN-need your tongue, Gee.â
He hums in approval, the use of his nickname not lost to him, finger hooking on the seam of your panties to pull them down. Youâre embarrassingly wet, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tongue extends a long, flat lick against your slit.
Youâre a mess underneath him, lewd curses escaping your lips as he drinks from you like honey, sucking and swirling his tongue with even pressure, devouring in every sense of the word. He moans deeply from the taste of you, head swimming with every candied cry he coaxes from you.
Itâs humiliating, the way he works you so well, the speed at which youâre unraveling under his touch. Sure, youâve received head a couple times in the past, but never like this. Gerard seems to know this, a smug grin on his lips while his eyes connect with yours. One of his hands leaves your thighs, fisting at the bulge straining against his pants.
Gerard lifts his hips just enough to pull himself free, his cock springing against the cushions in an obscene slap. Pre cum leaks steadily from his tip, seeping out all over his clothes and skin. He wraps his hand around the base of his painfully hard cock, pumping himself in time with the rhythm of his tongue inside of you.
Youâre rapidly approaching the edge, vision blurring with every brush of his nose, every curl of his tongue. Gerard is utterly blissed out, every part of his lungs protesting as he refuses to pull back for air.
He doesnât need it.
He is a singer after all, trained in breath control for months and months now.
âPlease,â your voice wavers shakily. âM-make me cum, Gerard.â
Your body nearly double over in pleasure, sinking deeper and deeper into the intensity that is him. Gerard squeezes his palm around the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming, letting his cock twitch against the cushions in anticipation of being inside of you. One look into his eyes is all it takes, juices squirting all over his face, cunt clenching around nothing as you writhe in his arms.
Gerard pushes you through it, keeping his face buried between your thighs until heâs fully satisfied. He slips up from between your legs, crawling over you to kiss you once more. You can taste yourself on him, the flavor salty and incredibly erotic. He wraps you in his arms, hoisting you up and off of the couch, your arms clinging to him in your post-orgasmic high.
He carries you down the hall to your bedroom with ease, not bothering to turn on the lights, lowering you gently onto the bed. Your hands help him fiddle with his belt buckle, the rest of his clothes flying off by the wayside.
Gerard is fast and sure with his movements, his fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he eases himself inside of you. Your cunt sucks him in easily, the filthy noises escaping you pure music to his ears. He gives you time to adjust before moving again, feeling your walls clench and unclench around him.
Itâs taking everything he has not to just slam into you, going deeper and deeper with steadfast rolls of his hips. Gerard leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, bottoming out with a final push. Heâs just of a mess as you are, moaning shamelessly into your mouth at the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you.
âF-fuck,â he whines, âBeen wanting this for so long.â
Gerard sets a steady pace, canting his hips over and over and over into your gummy core, grunting and nipping at the shell of you ear. You bite down on his shoulder to silence yourself, tilting your head up to suck a thick bruise onto his pulse. His reaction is immediate, his entire body pressing into the warmth of your lips.
âMore,â you cry out, nails digging into his shoulder blades. âNeed more of you, Gerard.â
âYouâre such a fucking tease,â he grunts, picking up the pace with a harsh snap of his hips. âTasting so good, feeling so good. If I had known youâd behave so well for me I wouldâve fucked you last night.â
âY-you heard that?â You hiss. Gerard digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his hips to angle you deeper. His other hand clutches the headboard, the bed frame rattling with every fuck of his hips.
âOf course I did,â he coos. âHeard you moaning and begging so sweetly like the desperate little slut you are.â
Gerardâs slamming into you now, one of his hands snaking down and rubbing messy circles onto your clit. His cock touches everything inside of you, the wetness of your cunt a paradise, obsession and devotion clawing its way to the surface as he worships and praises you. Even in the darkness, he can see his length sliding in and out of you, just barely, but the thought has him keening, pressing his hand down to feel himself. Fuck, heâs inside of you, pleasing you so thoroughly you can hardly speak, desperate whimpers grating past your throat.
âYou gonna cum?â He moans. âGonna come from just my cock inside of you?â
Your hands find him in the dark, pulling him down to kiss you as your release rips through you deep and slow. Gerard forces you through it, your helpless cries egging him on, grunting so loudly heâs sure the neighbors will hear. His is fast approaching, cock twitching inside of you with every creamy push.
âNo more shutting the door on me, yeah? You gonna let me have you whenever I want?â
âYes, promise, promise,â you sob, too fucked out to form a coherent sentence at this point.
âGood girl.â
Gerard can feel it coming, and fuck it, heâll dump his load inside of you, several more intense powerful thrusts and heâs snapping your hips flush against his, shooting straight against your cervix. You whine as he continues shallowly thrusting, prolonging his pleasure, arching your back into him completely at the feeling of him using you. He collapses on top of you, completely spent, and you press close, listening to his heartbeat settle against yours. After a few minutes of heavy panting, he slips out of you with a sigh, streaks of cum coating your thighs from such a heavy load.
Gerard falls to the mattress beside you wordlessly, still catching his breath. You loop one of your legs around his, drawing him closer, pressing your lips softly against his sticky chest.
âI meant what I said, you know,â he mumbles, blowing his bangs out of his face. âThis isnât a one time thing.â
You laugh, voice low and horse, leaning up to kiss him sweetly.
âAnytime you want me to take care of you, Iâm here.â
âMmhmm. I promise, Gee.â
And you keep it.
Little by little, he slips further into your life, until heâs everywhere. You start showing up to his shows, laughing at his jokes, leaving the door to your room wide open so he can come and go as he pleases.
He wanted this once, dreamed about it in quieter moments.
And now that he has it, now that heâs finally in your world in all the ways he once imagined, heâs never letting you go.
Summary; You get your period the day before you were supposed to hang out with Gerard. Painkillers only work for so long, so he proposes another form of pain relief...
Notes; I was just super horny writing this icl, sorry if it's shit or the pacing is off, just had to get this out here.
Tags; Blood! VERY slight overstim, cunnilingus, fingering, cumming in pants/untouched, basement gee is a cutie n cares for reader.
Word count; 2.4k
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Movie nights at Gerardâs were few and far between because of your conflicting schedules, so when you two finally figured out a date that worked for both of you, you were so excited.
Unfortunately, the day before, you had gotten your period, and it was bad.
You had debated cancelling on Gerard, but you knew how stoked he was to finally hang out with you after not being able to see each other for more than a few passing minutes when leaving or coming home from work for the past couple of weeks. It wouldâve been cruel to do that to him, even in the state that you were in.
So, you didnât cancel.
Instead, you pounded back painkillers like your life depended on it and brought over a hot water bottle, praying that the drugs would kick in well enough to provide adequate relief, so you could enjoy hanging out with your friend.
Things were going well. You sat in the lounge room of the basement, playing some video games and catching up with all the news you two had missed, laughing at some funny work anecdotes Gerard shared.Â
You told him about how you accidentally smashed a vase at work, and even though the story wasnât in the slightest bit funny because it got deducted from your pay, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world.
A little while later, you had moved to his room as the sun had fully gone down, and the old couch was making your ass numb.
Gerard had put a movie in his little TV that sat in the corner of his room, and about halfway through, the cramps started to reemerge from the depths of your uterus, squeezing the organ within an inch of its life.Â
You cursed and climbed off his bed, rifling through the little bag that sat in the corner of his room that you brought with you, opening the front pocket to take out your emergency stash of painkillers.
Empty.
âFuck.â You dropped the empty packet back into the pocket.
âYou alright?â Gerard piped up from the bed, pausing the movie.
âI donât have any painkillers.â
âPainkillers? Are you in pain?â
There was a brief pause, and you winced as another cramp hit, breathing out of your mouth as you reached for your hot water bottle and a pad. It was probably time to change it anyway.
âHere, let meâŠâ Gerard scrambled from his bed, holding out his hand for the bottle. âIâll find some Advil, Iâm sure itâs around here somewhere.â
âThanks.â You deposited it into his hand, and you both split off out of his room, him to the kitchen and you to the bathroom.
Youâd been around him before while on your period, although it was always the tail end, never the start. Heâd always been helpful, though, but it had been a while since youâd hung out with him and been on your period at the same time.
Freshened up, you had curled up in Gerard's bed, bearing down and box breathing each time a wave of cramps hit you as you waited for him to come back.
âHey, I found the Advil, and I, um, got you some water too.â He pushed the door open, walking over to the side table and placing down the glass and pills, handing you the hot water bottle.
You snatched up the pills and gulped them down, chugging some of the water along with them. Sometimes you could tough out the worst of your cramps and aches, but today was not that day. Your back hurt, your thighs hurt, everything just fucking hurt, and you cursed yourself for being careless.
âSoâŠâ Gerard started, sitting by your legs cautiously. âDo you need anything else?â
âNo, no. I should be good⊠In a bit, Iâll just have toâfuckâtough it out until the meds kick in.â
He nodded, climbing over to the other side of the bed and settling in, turning the movie back on.
Every minute that passed was like a countdown to when youâd rip out your uterus for good, and you tensed each time the pain got worse, making you groan in discomfort as it started to make you feel sick. You caught Gerard looking your way with every sound you made, playing with his thumbs and biting his tongue from saying anything.
That was until you rolled your head into the pillow, breathing out a tortured moan, and accidentally leaning your head against his arm.
âAre you sure thereâs nothing else I can doâŠ?â
âPunch my fucking abdomen.â
âW-What?â
âYou want to help me? Punch my abdomen.â You grunted, rolling onto your back.
âIâm not doing that.â He said with a laugh, quickly stopping when you eyed him annoyedly. âI can, uh, massage it instead?â
At this point, you wouldâve taken anything, so you nodded weakly and lifted your shirt and lowered your pants just enough to expose some skin.
He turned on his side to face you, propping his head on his hand and moving closer to the point where you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You squeezed your eyes shut as another cramp knocked the wind out of you, and you felt his fingers gently dig into your skin, rubbing in circles and kneading your flesh.
It provided some relief, but not enough to distract you for long.
Your head rolled to the side, and you groaned again, grimacing. âThanksâŠâ
âYeah, of course, anytime. It sucks seeing you in pain.â He spoke softly, nimbly pressing down into your lower stomach.
You peeled your eyes open and looked up at him. He was watching the screen, breathing slowly, and you kept your gaze on him until he glanced down, a sheepish smile on his face.
âIs it alright? You can tell me to stop if itâs not.â
âNo, itâs good⊠Feels good.â You reassured him.
It wouldnât be insane to say that there had always been this weird tension between you two, lurking underneath the layers of your friendship ever since high school. Puberty had formed cracks that you both actively chose to suppress, only ever giving in to it once when you were both drunk; even still, it was only a kiss.
You tried to forget that night, and you didnât even know if Gerard still remembered.
Sometimes he would perv on you, but you thought nothing of it as it never went further than some offhanded staring for a few seconds until you caught onto what he was doing.
But heâd always been like that, and you loved the little creep anyway.
Another cramp struck, striking down your lower back, and you arched up sharply, bearing your teeth as you hissed, eyebrows knitting together. You whined and rolled into Gerard, frustrated with this bullshit. âGod, please make it fuckingâaghâstop.â
He carefully placed his hand on your hip, patting slowly as he put his chin on the crown of your head. âI can try this one thing⊠Only if you want to, of course.â
âAnything.â You squeaked.
Gerard took a deep breath, almost as if he was preparing to say something heinous. âI read on this website that, umâ â He swallowed. âOrgasming can help with the pain temporarily.â
âGee, what fucking websites have you been on?â
âNormal ones! It was justâ I read it and there were a lot of people saying it helped them.â He stuttered out. âI could⊠You know⊠Assist. Or whatever.â
What you shouldâve done then was back off, pull away, anything but what you actually did. You didnât know if it was the hormones speaking, or if it was something you secretly wanted, but the warmth and the cheap cologne mixed with sweat and cigarettes that clung to his clothes and the proximity of the two of you clouded your judgment enough to get you to say something even you didnât expect. â...Okay.â
âWait, have you everâŠ?â You pulled back as your brain processed what the fuck just happened, looking up at his blushing face.
âYeah! Yeah, a couple times. If it doesnât feel good, you can tell me to stop.â He mumbled the last part, looking at anything other than your face.
It was rare that either of you shared your sexual encounters with each other, it was kind of an unspoken rule. But, you never knew heâd actually gone down on anyone.
âThe blood. Um, have you got a towel?â
âDonât worry âbout it, Iâll just wash my sheets, theyâre black anyway.â Bullshit. âBlood doesnât scare me.â
Oh?
He shuffled down as you turned onto your back, slipping your thumbs underneath the waistband of your shorts, hesitating for a moment. âAre you sure?â
âPositive. Just helping my friend out.â He smiled a little, waiting on his knees between your legs like some obedient dog.
It was kind of hot.
You pushed your pants and underwear down, wincing again as the ache spread down your thighs, and discarding them on the other side of the bed, your knees up like a medical exam as you put your feet back down.
Gerard took no time in laying on his stomach, and you looked down at him briefly when his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs. You were shaking in anticipation, and maybe also pain, as his eyes locked with yours.
He looked fucking hungry.
With nothing more to say, you nodded at him for the go-ahead and rested your head back on the pillow.
The first connection of his tongue to your clit made you squirm, but the next few helped you relax into the sensation. It already felt amazing. How sensitive had you been?
He licked you gently, his soft lips brushing your hood and sending fizzling tingles from your chest to your cunt and making you shudder. You moaned softly, the pleasure and pain mixing into something masochistic inside of you.
It felt like he gained confidence with each pretty moan that fell from your lips, and he inhaled deeply, closing his mouth over your clit and applying more pressure, squeezing your thighs a little. You felt him shift as he squeezed, and you passed it off as him trying to get comfortable.
As the minutes ticked by, he got more indulgent, more greedy, lapping at your cunt like it was water, quickly pushing his hair back before replacing his grip on the inside of your thighs, using his fingers to spread you open a little more. Your legs fell outwards as he sucked gently, a choked sound escaping your throat, and you shifted onto your elbows, looking down at his mess of black hair between your legs.
That was when you noticed his hips moving softly against bed.
Another jolt of pleasure.
âGeeâfuck.â You gasped, watching him as he dragged his tongue from your hole to the tip of your vulva, blood coating it and the bottom of his chin. You had been leaking out the whole time without even realising.
It sent you spiralling, and your hole pulsed for something to fill it before you exploded from need. âFingers, Gee, plea-pleaseâŠâ
He took no time in sinking two of his fingers into your slick cunt, and you felt the breath get sucked from your lungs as your head hung back. Immediately, your hips started to move, and you gently fucked yourself as he sucked and licked on your clit, messying the lower half of his face, trying to keep up with the change in pace.
âFeels s-so good, keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoing.â Thank fuck that no one else was home tonight, because you were loud.
Gerard whined as your fingers laced into his hair, holding his head in place, and you could tell he was fucking harder into the bed by the movement of the mattress.
Overwhelming heat pooled deep within you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge and muffling all other thoughts. All you could feel was the way his tongue moved and the sensation of his fingers hitting your g-spot as you got more and more aggressive, bucking your hips against his face.
It took all of fifteen seconds for the floodgates to break, and your elbows gave out, fingers slipping from his hair, body locking and tautening as you whined out, filling his room with the sweet sounds of your release as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, drawing everything he could from you.
He moaned into your skin, twitching himself, the bed jutting a few times before it ceased.
He just fucking came.
The waves ebbed as he began to slow down, eventually stopping and pulling his face from your cunt. You drew the strength to look down at him, the sight of his blood-soaked face making you throb around the fingers that were still buried inside of you.
âFuck.â Was all you could manage, aftershock still burning within you.
âDid I do good?â He said, voice a little whinier than you remembered.
âYes, that was fucking amazing, Geeâahââ Your body seized as he hit your G-spot again and kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly.
He worked his fingers, sending your brain into a lust frenzy as you cursed, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he held eye contact with you, the usual hazel colour replaced by blown-out pupils.
It was only when you begged for him to stop that he obliged, pulling out.
His hand was covered in your blood, much like his face, and as he sat up, you couldnât help but notice the little wet patch on the crotch of his pyjama pants. He looked so wrecked and drunk off of you that it twisted your chest.
You stared at each other for a moment, breathing heavily.
âWe should get cleaned upâŠâ He said quietly, his usual shy demeanour returning, still holding his hand up.
You and Gerard had settled back into bed, cuddling each other as another movie played. Whatever just happened was surely going to change your friendship from now on, but deep down, you were okay with that, and the way that he looked at you as you stood in the bathroom together washing up was enough to tell you he was more than okay with it, too.
He scratched your arm softly as you listened to his heartbeat, yawning a little.
âItâs late.â You sighed, not wanting to move from the comfortable position.
Gerard had work in the morning, and the last thing you wanted was to make him late. He already struggled to show up on time as it was.
I want basement gee to eat me out like a good boy..
(wait wha, who said that- not me..)
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You and me both, lovely! I just know he'd love it too... here are some headcanons I've been thinking about <3
Basement Gerard LOVES giving head. Like he's obsessed with it, with the smell and taste and feel of your pussy on his tongue.
He'll beg for it. Hands clasped, eyes desperate, pleas of I'll make you feel so good, sugar and just for five minutes, please and you can keep reading, I'll be gentle spilling from his lips.
You love having his mouth on you. Sometimes you deny him just to see him beg. He'd get on his knees if you asked and you have.
He loves when you come home after a long day of work, tired and a little sweaty. When he can bury his face between your thighs and inhale your scent hungrily, eyes fluttering and rolling back.
He'd get drunk off your smell if he could. Sometimes he just huffs you in for a minute, dragging the tip of his nose through your folds, catching on your clit, telling you that you smell so fuckin' good like this, can't get enough, fuck.
He wasn't the most skilled when you first started letting him eat you out, but his enthusiasm made up for it. Long, indulgent drags of his tongue through your wetness, moaning at the taste. He wanted you to feel good, of course, but sometimes he would get too caught up in tasting as much of you as possible.
Over time, though, he's learned how to make you writhe. He's an eager learner.
He'll grab at your thighs, encouraging them to squeeze around his head as he laps furiously at you, whining against your cunt, drooling like a dog.
He loves suckling on your clit while you're working on the computer or reading a book, kneeling between your legs under the desk, content to just close his eyes and have you in his mouth.
Sometimes you let him jerk off while he eats you out. He never lasts longer than around five minutes.
He's a weird, gross freak, but he's obsessed with your pussy you.
It took Gerard six weeks to come to the next weekly function.Â
He simply couldnât face you, to see that beautiful smile and head-strong eyes after imagining what theyâd look like in bed. After giving in once, he felt like he couldnât stop. He was so addicted to just the thought of you it was hard to focus on anything else. Even around his family, if someone would even mention you - fuck, it was bordering on pavlovian. He felt like a 13 year old boy just hitting puberty again, understanding why people would choose to have pre-marital sex for the first time.
When the next invitation to a function came around, per Mikey's overzealous request, he came up with another excuse. He knew youâd be there. You always were.Â
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He was slumped over his desk, writing this soulless comic he was working on for some shitty cartoon slop when Mikey approached him for the third time, waltzing into the basement - without knocking, idiot - and announced that there was a party being held at one of his own college friends house, that Gerard should come âjust for a little while, to loosen up a bitâ which basically translated to âIâm going to get shitfaced and I need you to babysit me afterward.âÂ
Gerard let out a huff, âNo, Mikey, I gotta get this finished.â Mikeyâs face twisted into one of annoyance. He crossed his arms like a petulant child, staring at Gerard with a pointed look that said, âI donât give a fuckâ
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Gerard knew heâd cave eventually. He could hardly say no to anyone, nevermind his little brother. So thatâs how he ended up here, holed up in a shitty basement, with some punk band he didnât know the name of screaming down a discordant microphone - the frontman was called⊠Fred? Frank? Oh well, he didnât really care anyways - all he knew was that he would rather be at home, watching low quality star wars re-runs or jacking off.Â
But that was the issue. The highlight of all of his recent fantasies, the person that has been infesting his brain like weeds better than any porno could ever hope to recreate, was nowhere to be seen. A part of him was relieved. Another part was urged to stomp his foot on the ground, frown and whine in displeasure. He hadnât seen you in a long while, save for his constant stalking of your Friendster profile whenever you posted a new photo, and he missed seeing your face. He missed having your eyes directed at him instead of a camera lens, he missed having your words spoken to him rather than typed out on a social media blog. He missed you.Â
He decided to at least make it worth his while, lingering around the corners of the room, muttering responses when spoken to, checking in on Mikey every few minutes to make sure he wasnât getting too drunk.Â
He was hovering in the kitchen, debating whether he had mingled long enough to slip out, when he saw you.Â
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
He was so screwed. You looked just as beautiful as last time, throwing your head back in a laugh at something someone insignificant said, absolutely glowing like you were the only god damn person in this entire party. He was so, so, unbelievably fucked. He needed to leave, like, yesterday.Â
He slowly backed out of the kitchen, choosing to go and hunt for Mikey, and come up with some stupid excuse - god, what is he even gonna say? âOh yeah, I just saw the girl I've been busting a nut over every night and day for the past six weeks and now I have to go because my bodyâs basically trained itself to associate her with the most debauched mental images imaginableâ? Fuck no! - he weaved carefully through the crowd of people, meticulously searching for that unkept mousy hair.Â
He couldnât find Mikey. Double fucked. He searched the house from basement to attic, nowhere. He was probably fucking. Ew. Gerard didnât want to think about that. Gerard didnât want to think about fucking as a whole in his current state - his boner going down at the panic of being alone at a party and also the mental thought of his brother having sex, but still not less than half mast.Â
He had no idea what to do. He was all alone. He had no way of calling his brother - fuck Mikey and his stupid broken phone - and no one else to talk to.Â
Except you.
He couldnât. He shouldnât. But what other choices did he have, really? He let out a shaky exhale, entering the kitchen once more. You were actually alone this time - no laughing, obnoxious frat boys trying to make you drink a little more so they could convince you to go home with their sorry asses. And thatâs not Gerardâs intention. He may be a sorry ass, he may be pathetic (and painfully perverted), but he isnât ever going to act on it.
Heâs accepted heâs not even near your league. The only other part is to pray he doesnât return to full hardness after just hearing your voice - jerking off to you in private is as sinful as it is, he doesnât need you to know how much of a freak he is.Â
Your eyes landed on him first. Thatâs not his fault. It may have been his intention to find you, but that doesnât mean he was actually going to talk to you, so when you excitedly prowled over to him, humming his name in a sing-song voice⊠it was not his fault for the shiver that ran immediately through him.
âLong time no see, dude! Where have you been?â You exclaimed with a smile, âI mean, I know parties arenât really your thing - but come on! Didnât you miss me?â You cocked your head to the side, the smile quickly turning teasing as you jabbed. Gerard flushed.
âI- I know, Iâm sorry, I just had a lot to do with.. Work nâ.. All that stuff- yâknow how it is, right?â He muttered, staring at you like heâd seen a ghost, whilst simultaneously looking like that ghost is also jacking him off, âI did though! Errâ miss you, I mean.â He said, looking even more flustered over his slight stutter. God, he was so pathetic.Â
âAww, Gee! I missed you too, silly. I kept waiting around for you at those stupid parties for you to show up nâ you never did!â You said with a (what Gerard thought at least) teasing giggle, âWay to tell a girl youâre not interested.â Your smile grew almost feline in wickedness, watching him splutter and his eyes widen impossibly.
âIâ No! Thatâs not what Iâ Seriously, I just had so much going on and work was driving me crazy andââ
âDude! Chillax!â You said, âI was just pullinâ your leg! But hey, does that mean you are interested?âÂ
Jesus. You were going to give Gerard an early grave. He really hoped his pants concealed what the fuck was happening down there - his face however, was less than hidden. He looked absolutely mortified. He had no idea what to say. Of course he was fucking interested! He had been ogling you for god damn years! What the fuck?! And god knows heâs never gonna say that to you, so he just stood there like an absolute idiot until you waved your hand over his eyes.
âEarth to Gerard? Is anyone home?â You looked genuinely concerned, he felt like such a dick, he was so fucked up for this. You were just teasing him and heâs getting stupidly in his head about it - he needs to get his god damn head screwed back on.
âIâ Iâm sorry, fuck, I didnât mean to space out like that, I justâ Iâmreallyfuckingintoyou and I know youâd like never, ever be into me, I mean, who would, right? Seriously, Iâm so fucking sorryâ Holy shitââ He spewed out like word vomit, his face redder than mars and bordering on tearful as your expression was entirely unreadable.Â
He stopped for a gasp of air, before you placing your hand on his shoulder - to which he gasped even louder, because oh god, touching him after admitting to that - fuck, heâs so horrible and heâs so perverted and you are too sweet to him. Heâs a dirty, dirty sinner and you are dragging him down unknowingly and heâs going to hell andâ
Fuck.Â
You kissed him. Your lips on his. Mouth to mouth. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He froze up and whined far too obscenely for just a lingering peck, especially in such a public place. You giggled against his lips.
âYou fucking idiot! Gerard! Jesus Christ, I thought I had fucked up!â You said, pulling away.
He looked wrecked. Absolutely fucked. How is this real? How is this happening to him? Just one peck and his dick was fucking pulsing, brain cells gone - how does one talk again?Â
He looked up at you dazedly, a soft smile already appearing on his lips, âSeriously? Likeâ Are you joking orâ?â
âGerard. If you do not drive me to your house and take me down to your bedroom right now, I will leave you blueballed and never fucking speak to you again. I swear to God.â You said urgently, groaning at his disbelief - you seriously understood why people called him such a virgin loser in high school now.
He wasted no god damn time once his brain kicked into gear, grabbing your wrist to waltz through the people in the main room and right out the door - no time for pleasantries this evening. He pulled the keys to his muddy ford escort from his skinny jeans, unlocking and turning the engine on faster than any formula one driver could hope to achieve.
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The drive was tense. Gerardâs palms were sweaty. He was sure his room was a mess, and probably stunk, and there was dry cum on his bedsheets. He hoped you wouldnât mind as he pulled up to the house (thankfully, no evidence of Mikey found), grabbing your hand quickly to unlock the door and pulling you down into his bedroom.Â
âUhâ âm sorry, I know itâs a messy nâ stuff, I kinda didnât expââ
âShut the fuck up and kiss me, dummy.â And he did. Inexperienced lips clashing with yours, slightly too desperate, forcing their way onto you, trying to take control. You quickly shoved that idea of his down as your hands moved to his neck, pushing your tongue against his mouth to take it back, exploring his mouth like it wasnât even his anymore, like you owned it. You basically did.
He whimpered into the kiss, hands shakily going to your waist, uncertainty and cluelessness claiming his every movement, before you both pulled back gasping for breath.
âIâve neverâ I donât know if I canââ He spluttered, eyes glazed and dick throbbing as he watched you pull your shirt off, torso now bare in front of him. No bra. Fuck.
âYou donât know if you can what, hm? You wouldnât sin for me, baby? Not even just a little bit?â You purred, your eyes half lidded and filled with temptation. He huffed, unable to look away from your tits. âOh, I think you can, alright. You like what you see? Wanna touch?â
He whined loudly, his eyes squeezing shut as he subconscious leaned closer, âPlâ please, please, can I? Oh, please, Iâll do anything, I swearââ He whimpered out, his voice coming in short pants just from a little touching. You giggled and nodded, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your breasts.Â
He immediately squeezed, timidly at first, opening his eyes and letting out a desperate groan. He couldnât believe this was happening. He was so painfully hard, but he didnât fucking care. He was touching you. He was allowed. He had been good. He gained more confident in his movements, allowing himself to fondle them, rubbing his thumb against your nipple and watching it harden as you gasped.Â
âUh-huh, thatâs it, good boy. You just wanted to touch me, hm? Is this why you were avoiding mââ You paused to gasp as he rubbed particularly roughly, sending a spike of pleasure to your core, âFuck yeahâ this why you were avoiding me? Poor baby, I was depriving you, huh? Itâs okay. You just got too desperate, isnât that right?âÂ
He whined and nodded, looking up at you with glassy eyes and drool coating his lips, âMhmâ Wasâ hah, was so scared⊠thought youâd hate me- felt so naughty fâthinking of you like that⊠âm sorryâ wanna be good fâyou, wanna make you feel good, mommyââ He gasped as the word left his mouth, not even realising that was something he was into until now. Your smile widened as a breathy giggle escaped you.
âWanna make mommy feel good, yeah? Thatâs okay. You can try, but I know youâre so pathetic it might not even work⊠Wanna try sucking my nipple, yeah? Thatâs easy enough - even dumb boys like you could do that.â You said, your words a cruel mix of condescension and kindness, driving him wild with need as his legs threatened to give out.Â
He led you to the bed, laying you down slowly as he latched his mouth to a nipple, moaning around it as he began to suck softly. His eyes closed, his hips began doing circular motions on the mattress beneath him - so desperate for anything at this point.Â
âY-yeah, fuckâ such a good little bitch for mommy, huh? Doinâ so well, sweet boyâ fuck!â You moaned, head thrown back as he bit your nipple a little, before moving to the other untouched one, and beginning his motions again.Â
âM-mommy, lemme- Hah⊠C-can Iâ eat you? Wanna make you feelâ mmh, wanna make you feel good⊠Pleaseâ please can I? Promise Iâll do it good, do it the best.â He whimpered around your tits, mouth now leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach, greasy fingers tugging at your waistband impatiently.
âYeah, baby boy, câmon, eat me out like a good boyâ make me feel the best.â You half-moaned, half-growled as you lifted your hips for him to pull down your jeans and panties at the same time.Â
He looked like you had just given him the world, his hips bucking into the mattress as he groaned lowly, sputtering a plethora of curses. This was better than any fantasy heâd ever had, better than any dream, anything he couldâve ever imagined.
He wasted no time delving straight in, your hands wrapping around his unwashed hair and tugging tightly as his tongue began exploring, the vibrations of his moans leaving a more than pleasant feeling on your clit.Â
It didnât take long for him to find it, a loud scream escaping you as he latched on, tongue doing figure of eights as he hummed, your hands tugging at his hair eliciting borderline pornographic moans from him. Your hips bucked wildly, desperate for more of his sweet tongue and beautiful noises as you slowly ramped closer to your climax. He left your clit with a gasp, pulling his tongue down to lick inside of you, desperate to feel your walls around him in some way.Â
He was about to cum. Oh fuck. He was so close. He wasnât even grinding his hips anymore, the noises you were making - the way you were pulling on his hair - was enough. He was so so close, but heâs trying so hard to hold on, to make you feel good, to make you finish first.
âCâmon baby, be a good boy nâ finish mommy off, hmm? Make me feel so goodâ Oh, fuckâ Gee, shit, âm so fucking close donât you dare god damn stopââ You gasped, panting as you tugged impossibly tighter.
It hit you like a freight train, white hot pleasure shooting through you as you painted his face white with your release, body coiled up and rigid with the force of it as you screamed. He licked you through it, scooping up your release with his tongue untilâ
Jesus fucking christ. He came entirely untouched, his body tight and then laxed immediately, panting and shivering as his eyes glazed over, completely fucked out.Â
âM- mommy⊠Thank you- fuck, oh my god, thank you- tasted so good- mmhâŠâ He muttered, his cheek resting on your thigh as his breaths came in big gulps for air.
âAw, baby, yâmade me feel so good, iâm so proud of you. Did so good for mommy. Wanna clean up, or should we rest now, hm?â You said back, softly, hands combing through his hair soothingly as your voice was just as croaked and wrecked as his.Â
He whined and gripped your thigh tighter, clinging like a koala to a branch, grounding himself there as his breathing evened out.Â
Cleaning is overrated anyway, you thought, as your eyes fluttered shut.Â
your basement gee is tooo good <3 i think you should let him find out if readerâs pussy is that tight
Thank youuu for giving me the excuse to write more basement Gerard <3 I'm pairing this req with another I received asking for pathetic whining sweetheart sub Gerard with a mommy kink because. It just. makes sense. Kisses baby xx
You really should find Gerard much weirder than you do.
Heâs a pervert, that much you know (mostly because he unpromptedly admitted to taking upskirt photos of you the first time you sucked him off). He practically lives in that basement of his, and even though you can tell he tries to clean it up a little when you come over now, he only really gets as far as tidying up the bed.Â
Yeah, anyone would say you should probably think Gerardâs a gross freak and find someone more put-together and⊠well, hygienic.
But they havenât seen him when he begs. When youâve got him in your mouth, hips pinned down to the bed by your hands, and heâs whimpering in the sweetest, most wrecked voice youâve ever heard. Asking you for relief as if youâre his savior (âPl-ease⊠plea-se, Mama, Iâve been so good, pleaseâŠâ).Â
And they havenât felt how his hands feel on you, indulgent and hasty, like youâll disappear if he isnât touching you. He had been a virgin before you, and youâve enjoyed getting to show him how to please a woman.
Heâs an eager learner, and heâs cum before from fingering you while rutting against your thigh. Seeing and hearing you in pleasure turns him on to no end, and heâs never happier than he is when his face is buried between your legs, eating you out like a starving man while his hand furiously jerks himself off.Â
But you havenât let him fuck you yet. Like, properly. You wanted to let that tension build up. You know he wants itâthat heâs been fucking dreaming about bending you over since he first saw you in the comic book store (which he admitted brokenly once during a very sloppy blowjob).
But tonight, you think heâs ready. You pull out all the stops; nibbling his sensitive neck, murmuring dirty praises into his ear as you softly palm his raging erection over his Batman pajama pants.
Heâs a sweaty, panting, desperate mess.Â
âM-mamaâŠâ he whines, so sweet, so fucking pathetic. âCan I⊠can you..?â he makes a little frustrated sound in the back of his throat. Heâs always so shy before you break him.Â
You smile, leaning back to gaze down at him. Heâs laying down, and youâre straddling him.
âYou wanna fuck me, Gee?â you ask in a purr, and you relish the way his eyes go round.Â
âIâyouâreally?â he sputters dumbly, cock twitching hard underneath you, as if already begging to be inside your tight heat.
You nod. âYeah, honey.â You lean down to murmur in his ear: âCan you make Mama feel good, baby?â
And suddenly heâs grabbing your hips and rolling over with you, pinning you underneath his body.Â
âFuck, pleaseâthank you, Mama, âm gonna make you feel so good, I swearââ he babbles breathlessly as he tries to simultaneously pull his cock out and your panties down.
The poor thingâs hands are shaking. You sit up a little and put a hand on his. âShh, baby, I know. Can you get your cock out for me, hm?â
Nodding like a puppet on a string, he shoves the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers down, cock springing free. Heâs leaking like a damn faucet, gazing at you with wide, adoring eyes like you painted all the stars in the sky.Â
âGood boy,â you praise, then lay back down. You smile at him from under your lashes as you lift your legs up in the air, pressed together, and slowly push your panties off your hips and up, up, up until theyâre dangling from one foot. Then you spread your legs around him as you lower them back onto the bed.
He stares at your pussy with such hungry, intense eyes that it sends a thrill up your spine. Heâs frozen for a minute, breathing heavily.
Then he moves.
He lines his cock up with your cunt, the thick head nudging against your folds before finding your entrance and sinking inside.
And jesus christ, you feel so full. His cock is thick enough to stretch you, and your back arches as he bottoms out.
âOh my god, oh my godââ Gerard is whimpering above you, eyes screwed shut, breaths escaping his parted lips in bursts. âYouâre ssssoso tight Mama, oh my godââ
For a second you think heâs gonna cum right away. But he doesnât, and instead begins to move, thrusting in and out of you deeply.
You moan, feeling the slide and stretch of every inch of his cock. You feel him twitch inside you in response to your moans.Â
âThatâs it, baby, thatâs so goodââ You get out, biting your lip as you wrap your legs around Gerardâs hips, keeping him close. âFaster, honey, I can take it.â
Thatâs all the permission he needs. With a whine, he plants his knees more firmly in the mattress and begins fucking you in earnest. Every time he pushes into you he moans, high and breathless.
âYouâre soâoh god, M-mommy, please,â heâs begging as if he isnât the one fucking you so hard the bed has begun to squeak.Â
You can feel his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Heâs like a wild thing, panting and whining and fucking into you like he wants you to feel it for days.
âGod, baby, you wanna cum?â you ask, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.
He nods desperately, nearly drooling as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, thrusts going sloppy. You know that means heâs close.
âCum inside,â you gasp in his ear, feeling heat coiling in your belly. âWanna be full of you.â
Gerard twitches like heâs been electrocuted, poor thing, and he nearly sobs as he fucking pounds into you a few more times before you feel his cock pulse inside of you, filling you with hot spurts.
âMama, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,â he whimpers, and it sounds like he's crying. âFuck, wish you werenât on thoseâthose fuckinâ pillsâohhhh jesus, fuckâcan I take a picture of your pussy dripping with me? I won't show anyone, I promise---â
