Honey…Gonna need more of the Dad’s Best Friend, Gerard fragrantica pretty pretty please 🥹🫶🏻
you ask and you shall recieve! ive had this in my drafts for a bit now LOL, hope you like it... this is extra-extra smutty-- and longg....
an: part 2 of my Fragrantica thingy— (lowkey added the fragrances in the second parts cus I couldn’t be asked for the first ones lol)…
cw: age gap, dddne, Gerard has known reader since they were little, HEAVYYY EXPLICIT SMUT AND LANGUAGE, no mentions of grooming but def happened, pitch black, possessive mmc, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex, blow jobs, etc… TABOO AS FUCK.
I warned you! If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
★ "Hop on, I'll give you a ride."
Said at six when you'd been too tired to walk the rest of the way home from the park, and Gerard had crouched down without a word and let you climb onto his back, carrying you the last four blocks while you fell half asleep against his shoulder. His hands steady under your knees the whole way, your dad walking beside the both of you, laughing about how spoiled you were going to end up.
Said now from where he's sitting on the edge of your bed, his hand patting his thigh once. You cross the room and climb on without hesitation because your body has learned exactly what that tone means, and exactly how fast you're supposed to move when he uses it. His hands find your hips the second you're straddling him and guides you down onto his cock in one slow drag that makes you both go silent for a second, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, his jaw tight with the effort of not just taking over completely.
"There," he says, rough. "Ride it. Show me how good you can be."
You move. He watches every second of it with those dark obsessive eyes, his hands gripping harder when you find a rhythm he likes, his hips snapping up to meet you when you slow down too much for his patience, and the whole time he's muttering things against your throat that have no business being that filthy from a man who looked completely composed five minutes ago— "mine, look at you taking it, you're so fucking perfect, nobody else gets this, nobody."
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Said at fourteen, his tone flat when you'd shown him a photo on your phone of some kid from school. Gerard had looked at it for exactly one second too long. His jaw was tight before handing it back without comment. You hadn't understood the look back then. You do now.
Said through his teeth when your phone lights up on the nightstand mid-thrust with a name he doesn't recognize, his hips stilling completely, his whole body going rigid above you.
"I said who's that." His hand finds your jaw, not rough, just controlling, turning your face so you have to look at him instead of the phone. "Tell me."
"It's nobody, it's just someone from my study group—"
"Mm." He doesn't sound convinced. His hips start moving again, harder now, deeper, like he's working something out of his system. "Study group." His mouth at your ear. "You're going to text him back later and tell him you're busy. Tell him you're always busy." His hand slides down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg higher, changing the angle until you're gasping. "Tell him you belong to someone."
"Say it." His voice wrecked now, desperate underneath the control. "Tell me you belong to me."
"I belong to you," you breathe, and his whole body shudders like the words physically hit him, and he fucks you harder for the rest of it like he's trying to make sure neither of you forgets it.
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★ "Stay close, don't wander off."
Said at every crowded place since you were old enough to get lost in one. His hand always finding your shoulder or your wrist. Never far, and never distracted from where you were.
Said now with his hand fisted possessively in your hair, holding you exactly where he wants you while his cock drives into you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow, his other hand splayed across your lower back pinning you down.
"You're not going anywhere," he growls, "not after that little display tonight, letting that guy talk to you for twenty minutes like I wasn't standing right there—"
"He was just being nice—"
"I don't care what he was being." His hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back so your spine arches. "I care that you let him stand that close. I care that you laughed at whatever he said." His hips slam forward and you cry out into the sheets. "This—" another thrust, brutal, perfect— "is mine. This pussy is mine. Nobody gets to look at what's mine like that."
You're shaking by the time he's done proving his point, completely wrecked, and he pulls you against his chest after and presses his mouth to your temple with a tenderness that has no business existing two minutes after that kind of intensity.
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★ "Look at the mess you made!"
Said at seven when you'd spilled an entire juice box across his kitchen table mid-sentence, completely absorbed in whatever story you were telling, and Gerard had looked at the spreading puddle with genuine alarm because it was heading straight for his sketchbook, grabbing it just in time while you apologized frantically.
★ "Look at the mess you made."
Said now, low and rough, his fingers still buried inside you while you're shaking through the aftershocks, the sheets beneath you soaked through in a way neither of you expected the first time it happened. He's looking down at you with an expression that's pure dark satisfaction, no alarm whatsoever, his fingers curling once more just to watch you twitch.
"Gerard, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"Don't apologize." His voice is wrecked, reverent almost. "Do you understand what you just did?" He drags two fingers through the mess and brings them to his mouth, watching your face the entire time. "You're going to do that again. Right now."
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★ "Stop it, you're making my hair wet!"
Said at eight when Gerard had splashed you both at the lake and you'd shrieked at him about your hair getting ruined before your mom took photos, swatting at him while he laughed, completely unbothered, splashing you again just to watch you get more outraged.
Said against your thigh, his breath hot, his fingers spreading you open to look at exactly how wet you are before he's even properly started, that satisfied dark hum in his throat that means he's about to take his time being insufferable about it. "Just from me getting on my knees," he says, dragging his tongue through you slow enough to make your hips jolt. "You didn't even let me do anything yet." His eyes flick up to yours. "Needy."
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Said by your mom at five about medicine you absolutely did not want, standing in the kitchen with the spoon, you with your mouth firmly closed in protest until she'd finally bribed you with the promise of a popsicle afterward.
★ "Swallow it all for me, baby."
Said with his hand still fisted in your hair, his cock finally still after working your throat for the last few minutes, his voice rough with the effort of holding himself together. "Every drop." His thumb traces your bottom lip as you do exactly that, his eyes dark and proud and completely unhinged with want. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."
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★ "Mm, this tastes amazing!"
Said at six about your mom's cooking, mouth full, completely sincere, Gerard nodding along in agreement from across the table because he'd been invited for dinner again, which happened constantly, which nobody questioned anymore.
★ "You taste so good, baby."
Said with his face still between your thighs, completely unwilling to stop even though you've already come twice and your legs are shaking against his shoulders. "Could do this for hours," he murmurs against you, and the vibration of his voice alone nearly finishes you off again. "Could live down here."
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Said at nine before the first time he let you go down the big slide at the water park, standing at the top with you frozen, his hand steady on your shoulder. "I'll catch you at the bottom."
★ "Shh, don't be scared, baby."
Said quietly against your temple the first time he positions himself behind you, bigger than you're used to, his hand smoothing down your spine in slow circles while you adjust to the stretch of him. "I've got you. Just breathe." He doesn't move until you tell him to, his restraint costing him visibly, his jaw tight with the effort of waiting for you.
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★ "Don't go too deep, okay?"
Said at ten at the pool, you anxious about the deep end, Gerard nodding seriously like this was an important agreement being made, staying close to the shallow end with you the entire afternoon without complaint.
★ "Fuck, I'm so deep— can you feel me?"
Said with his forehead pressed to yours, both of you completely still for a second because he's bottomed out somewhere that makes your whole body go tight, his hand pressed flat against your lower stomach like he's trying to feel himself from the outside. "Right here," he breathes, pressing his palm down. "I'm right here, baby. Feel that?"
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★ "Get your fingers out of your mouth!"
Said constantly when you were small and had a habit of chewing your nails, Gerard pulling your hand away gently every single time without fail, an automatic reflex he never grew out of doing.
★ "Put my fingers in your mouth, dirty girl."
Said holding two fingers up to your lips after they've just been inside you, watching with dark satisfaction as you take them without hesitation, his cock twitching against your thigh at the sight. "There you go," he murmurs, pressing deeper against your tongue. "Taste how good you are for me."
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Said at six on Halloween, spinning in a circle for him, completely delighted with yourself, Gerard crouching down to inspect it with total seriousness like he was judging something extremely important.
★ "Aw, look at you, all dressed up for me."
Said when you walk out in the lingerie he bought specifically for tonight, his eyes dragging over you slow, dark, completely possessive. "Spin around," he says, low, and you do, and the sound he makes when he sees the back is enough to tell you exactly how this evening is going to go. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Now come here and let me ruin it."
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★ “Watch me do a cartwheel!”
Said at nine in his backyard, performing with full confidence despite questionable form, Gerard clapping with genuine enthusiasm because your enthusiasm was always contagious to him, even when he pretended not to care about things.
★ “Watch yourself in the mirror.”
Said with his hand at your jaw, turning your face toward the full length mirror on his closet door, his cock moving inside you from behind while he forces eye contact with your own reflection. “Look how good you take me.” His voice is wrecked, possessive, completely undone. “I want you to see exactly what I see.” You watch. He doesn’t let you look away.
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★ "I'm scared of the thunder!"
Said at six, hiding under the blanket fort in your living room during a storm, Gerard climbing in beside you without hesitation, flashlight in hand, telling you stories about anything except the storm until you fell asleep against his shoulder and your dad found you both there in the morning, the flashlight dead, Gerard still awake just watching you sleep.
★ "Stay inside me a little longer."
Said with your legs still wrapped around him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, both of you breathing hard, thunder rolling somewhere outside the window. He doesn't pull out. His mouth finds your temple instead, pressing soft kisses there while his hips give one lazy roll just to feel you gasp. "Not done holding you yet," he murmurs. He means it in every sense of the word, and you're starting to understand he's never once just meant the physical part.
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★ "Don't let go, don't let go!"
Said at eight, learning to ride your bike, panic in your voice every time Gerard's hand started to lift from the back of the seat. He kept his hand there longer than necessary every single time, claiming he was being careful, though looking back he probably could've let go a lot sooner than he did.
Said now, gripping his forearms while he fucks you against the kitchen counter, your legs around his waist, the angle deep enough that you genuinely don't trust your own balance. "Never," he growls against your throat, hips snapping forward hard enough to rattle the cabinet behind you. "Not letting go of you for anything." His hands tighten on your thighs like the words are a vow he's making with his body instead of his mouth, and given everything else about him, you believe the body more.
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★ "Did Santa bring me everything I wanted?!"
Said at seven, racing downstairs Christmas morning, Gerard already there because he'd shown up at seven AM with coffee for your dad and a single wrapped gift that turned out to be exactly the thing you'd mentioned wanting weeks earlier and forgotten you'd even said out loud.
★ "Did I give you everything you wanted?"
Said against your spine, both of you collapsed and sweaty, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over your bruised hips. His voice quiet now that the intensity's burned through. You think about it— actually think about it. The marks, the ache, the way he remembers things you don't even remember telling him, the way he's somehow always known exactly what you needed before you did. "Yeah," you say softly. "You always do." His arms tighten around you and he presses his face into your hair and doesn't say anything else, but he doesn't have to. He never really has to. You've just been too distracted to notice how much he says without saying it at all.
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Did u guys catch the Cal Jacobs nod to that one line. lol. anyway!! Hope you enjoyed I lowkey might just start writing one shots and stuff. Yeah probably will— stay tuned!
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