Ooh Bunny wrote another smut fic what else is new >.< yeah, well, this time its Frank and Gerard so idk suck it? Also I should be getting ready to leeeaveeee damnit
College! Bullets Gerard x Frank x Reader <3
College wasn't all that bad, you were in your second year and as an RA you had a room to yourself. You had to deal with people coming to your room at all hours of the night with complaints and make sure parties didnt get too out of control but that you could handle.
What really bothered you though was the two at the end of the hall. Frank and Gerard. They were always partying and being loud during quiet hours, their room reeked of weed and alcohol 24/7 and you always covered for them when the cops came.
Your Junior year before you became an RA you did party with them a few times and things did sometimes get out of control but who cared at that point, that was the RA at the time's problem, not yours.
Now that you are in your sophomore year, things were different. At least, thats what you told yourself.
"Gee, I really can't keep covering for you guys anymore. I'm an RA now and I have to make sure the whole floor is doing what they need to do." You tell him after the cops left for the 3rd time this week.
"Well I dont know who keeps calling them on us!" Gerard huffs as he sits down on top of your desk. "We weren't even being that loud."
"The noise wasnt the issue this time, someone said they smelled weed." You say moving the books from out of his way so they dont get knocked off your desk.
"Ugh, was it Ray? He always calls because of that." Gerard says rolling his eyes. "Whatever, thank you for covering for us. I promise me and Frank will be more careful."
Its your turn to roll your eyes then, "Oh, careful? Like the last 10 times you promised me that?" You ask as you cross your arms, getting ready to scold Gerard.
"I know, I know. But hey, we always make it up to you, right?" He asks with a goofy grin, making you laugh softly as he wags his eyebrows to you.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." You wave him off.
"Aww c'mon.. you know you love us." He says as he hops down from your desk and walks over to you.
"And you are so lucky I do." You smile as he walks closer. "Or else I wouldn't do half the things I already do for you both."
"Mhm.. don't pretend that you don't love the thrill of lying to the cops." Gerard says as he sits on your bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join him.
"I didnt at first." You say as you sit next to him. "But I guess it's grown on me."
"And you do it so well, our little accomplice." He says brushing some of your hair behind your shoulder.
"Yeah, well. Be that as it may, I'm going to get caught one of these times. You and Frank... have to promise.. me.. fuck.. Gee.." Your scolding trails off as you melt under Gerards touch, the light kisses trailing from your neck down your collarbone.
"Shh.. lay back baby, I promise to make it up to you." He says softly as he guides you onto your back, lifting your shirt over your head and pressing soft kisses down your chest. His hands slide up your sides and around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall.
You hear a faint knock at the door then, hurrying to cover yourself with your blanket. "Who is it?" You call to the door you forgot to lock.
"It's me." A small voice calls. "C-can I come in?"
You smile to Gerard who shakes his head, trying to tell you no. "Come in Frankie!" You say anyway and hear the door click open slowly, Gerard rolls his eyes and sits back down in a huff.
"You're not mad at us, right?" Frank asks as he closes the door behind him. "I told Gerard we were gonna get caught."
"Lock the door Frankie, come here." You say to him, removing the blanket and revealing your half naked body. Franks eyes grow wide and he hurries to lock the door, making his way to your bed as he kicks his shoes off.
"I'm not mad Frankie, I could never be mad at you." You coo to him as he walks over with a big smile.
"Oh but all that yelling at me?" Gerard mumbles as Frank climbs up onto the bed.
You ignore Gerards comments and cup Franks cheek, giving him a soft kiss. "Don't listen to Gerard. I just want you both to be more careful, thats all." You smile to him and he nods happily as you turn over and start to unbutton his jeans.
Frank pushes them off and pulls his shirt over his head. Gerard rolls his eyes and unbuttons his own jeans, pushing them down and moving behind you.
Frank sits back down in front of where you lay, happily looking down at you as you palm him through his boxers. "T-thank you again for helping us." He squeaks out softly and you smile up at him before hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down around his thighs.
Gerard mimics your motions on Frank, pulling down your panties and watching them peel away from your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight as he pushes his boxers down and lightly strokes himself a few times before moving his hand to your core, rubbing slow circles around you.
Meanwhile on Frank, once he is fully sprung from his boxers, you lick a long strip with a flat tongue on the underside of his cock. Making him shiver as you do, he bites his lip to hold back moans. You smile to yourself as you look up at him, his already blissed out face making you feel proud knowing what you do to both of your boys.
Gerard grunts as he lines himself up with you, unable to keep stroking himself and needing to be inside you. His cock presses against your entrance making a small gasp escape your lips.
Frank watches Gerard as he pushes inside you, growing harder at the sight. Frank always loved watching you get fucked by Gerard. You take Frank in your mouth then, swirling your tongue around him and making him moan. He instinctively holds your head, not pushing but just to stable himself. "Oh fuck." They both say almost in unison.
Happy to hear them both, you take Frank deeper down your throat and his hips jerk, you hold his hips down as Gerard fucks your tight pussy, grunting and leaning on you as he slams his hips into you. "Fuck.. you always take us so good." He mumbles as he thrusts deep inside you.
Unable to give much of a response with Frank down your throat, you move your hips to sync with Gerards, bobbing your head on Frank who is leaning back on his arms and watching you with all the love and lust in the world, trying to keep himself from cumming, he wants to fuck you too of course.
"S-switch me Gee, please." Frank whimpers out to which Gerard shakes his head.
"Nu uh Frankie, ugh.. hold on just a little longer." Gerard says, making Frank pout.
You lift your head from Frank, slowing down so he doesn't cum too quickly. Frank sighs and smiles to you. "Thanks."
He leans back and watches as Gerard fucks into you, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He loves to watch your face as Gerard makes you cum, how your eyes roll back and your lips part as you let out the prettiest moans. He wants to make you cum like that too and tries his hardest, when all else fails for him though, he eats you out like theres no tomorrow.
Gerard finally feels himself growing close, he taps Frank in and switches positions so he is at your face and Frank finally gets to fuck you. You happily take Gerard into your mouth, tasting the salty cum as he shoots it down your throat. He is much rougher than Frank, who lets you do all the work and is just happy to be there. Gerard holds your head and throat fucks you.
Once Gerard cums, he pulls out of your throat, just as Frank lines himself up with you. You help him a bit, pushing back onto him and he hold your hips to steady himself. "O-oh god.." he whines, completely in love with the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
"Ooh you feel so good Frankie." You moan to him, watching Gerard lazily stroking himself, he secretly likes watching Frank fuck you too.
Frank's hips stutter, he's already unbearably close as he pushes deep inside, giving a few thrusts before pulling out just in time to cum all over your back and ass.
"F-fuck.." he whimpers as he cums. "Thank you." He says softly, collapsing on the bed next to you, closing his eyes for a second before snapping them open again. "O-oh shit. Uh, wait there." He says quickly getting up to get a towel from your bathroom and cleaning off your back. "I'm sorry." He says softly as he gently cleans you off.
You smile to him and kiss his forehead. "Thank you Frankie."
Gerard rolls his eyes but smiles, giving your ass a light smack and going to use your bathroom. He's never been much for Aftercare unlike Frank who is now cuddling up with your in the bed, falling asleep on your chest with his legs intertwined with yours.
Yall I can’t stop watching it I can’t get it outta my head - like this man FUCKS OKAY??? You can’t tell me he don’t oh my gawwwwdddddddd
Literally can envision it like he acts all fucking quiet and shy and like he ain’t a freak no more but he’s out here LURKINGGGGGGGGG HE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT WE SAY YOU CANT TELL ME IM WRONG!!!!!
Summary: you were feeling a buzz- you had to relieve it. Frank walks in on you relieving it… what next?
Wordcount: 2.2k
Tags: SMUTT!! Gooning(fem), pinv, kinda fluff…?, no names really, other than baby, caught masterbating, not proofread, friends to lovers situation, second pov!! Both are of age!! Literally straight smut!! NO PLOT
Notes: HEYY GUYS!! this is for the pole that I did! You guys wanted Frank smut, so here it is🥹 I am currently in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Wisconsin, with no internet and a rodent infestation, so if this is ass I’m sorry. But the little mouse that came into my room was SO CUTE!! (I swear I’m not nasty) I hope you enjoy, and if it might sound different to you from my other works, it’s because I’ve been reading real books instead of only fanfiction🥹 hopefully I sound more reserved or intellectual… ANYWAYS ENJOY!!
SMUT BELOW THE CUT (bars)
Frank!!
Reader!!
You were soaking.
Not in the context that you would think. You were in the bathtub, warm water making your limbs feel tingly in that way you loved. A speaker was playing ‘the cure’ low and steady, on the sink counter.
You couldn’t help the warmth and ache between your legs, it felt like something was…needed. As any sane person would do, you hopped up out of the bath and snatched your electric toothbrush off of its charger- then sank back into the tub, your legs parted. You sighed out in relief as the makeshift vibrator finally touched your clit. A loud moan ripped from your throat, and your head lolled to the side.
After another particularly loud moan, you decided to keep it in check, knowing that your roommate could come home at any second. You continued to work at your clit, using your free hand to come down and slip two fingers in, eliciting a giddy suppressed whimper. You began working yourself open, your eyes rolling back and your breathing becoming heavy.
You were entranced by the feeling, too far gone to pay attention to the floorboards squeaking, or the quiet sound of the front door.
On the other side of things, Frank had just got home, lazily kicking the front door shut, and drifting towards his room. That’s when he heard gasping and quiet whimpering coming from the bathroom. What if you fell? What if you were having some sort of meltdown? What if you were hurt? Frank told himself not to be nosy, he tried to play it off, and just make himself some dinner. He couldn’t.
Slowly, Frank crept towards the shared bathroom, the whimpers and heavy breathing growing louder. He could hear your music bumping, but he didn’t pay much mind to it.
He knocked once. No answer.
He knocked three more times. Still nothing.
“Fuck.” He whispered before turning the doorknob.
He peered in, the air was thick and damp, and he wasn’t able to see very clearly through the fog. He peered further, seeing the outline of you through the semi-clear shower curtain. He could see your heaving chest, and he could see your head thrown back. Without much thought, he stepped fully in, his hand catching the curtain and throwing it open.
Your eyes shot open at the movement, your cheeks growing completely red at the sight of Frank's bewildered look, he was standing there frozen and staring. You wanted to say that you were speechless, or silent. But the toothbrush was still humming against your core, causing a particularly loud moan to fall from your lips before you could stop it, and your fingers to hit that one spot inside you once again.
Frank took in the sight of you, flustered, moaning, naked… he went red, the sudden feeling of anticipation flooding him. His eyes traveled to your cunt, the sight of you making his pants suddenly seem too tight.
Your thighs suddenly trembled, another moan tearing from your throat, your hips jerking up involuntarily against the buzzing utensil.
“Shit,” he breathed, voice strained “I- I should leave- I…” But his hand stayed frozen on the shower curtain, knuckles white. The front of his jeans was already tenting, cock straining against the denim as he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the wet sounds mixing with the low hum of the toothbrush and “the cure”s bumpy bass bleeding from the speaker.
You couldn’t stop. The orgasm was right there. It was coiling tight in your tummy, and Frank's sudden intrusion only made the heat in your belly hotter. Your back arched, water splashing out over the tub's edge as your fingers curled harder against that spongy spot inside of you. The toothbrush slipped, buzzing hard over the part on your clit that made your vision go white.
“F-f-uck-!” You cried, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Your body seized and your thighs clamped shut around your hand as you came. Your toothbrush was discarded, clattering against the porcelain tub. Your walls clenched around your fingers, clear fluid squirting out around them and mixing with the bath water. Your head slammed back against the tub wall, mouth open in a silent scream, as wave after wave ripped through you.
Frank's breathing was ragged. You hadn't noticed when he had shut the door, or the fact that he was currently kneeling over you. Without much thought on his end, his right hand dipped into the nearly scorching bath water, finding the warmth of your hip. His fingers grazed along your waist, his touch being feather light.
Your eyes didn’t leave his, catching the way his pupils were now blown wide and dark. “You're so pretty.” He breathed out, his lips meeting yours. It was gentle, but it began to deepen as his hand pinched your thigh, and then nudged your legs open. You pulled away when his fingers grazed your heat, a string of spit connecting your lips. Then he pulled away.
“W-what- no- “ you protested weakly, as his hand pulled out of the tub. You had wanted him…for a long time now- it was hard knowing that this moment between you would probably be lost. You were embarrassed, but soon it melted into something more vulnerable. Vulnerable in that way you could be with someone- and know that they wouldn’t try and use you. The silence hung heavy, both of his hands resting on the edge of the tub.
The silence was deafening, broken by the sounds of your guys' ragged breaths. He stayed there, on the edge of the tub, watching your expression closely.
Then his hand dipped back in. He gripped your thigh, hooking your leg over the edge of the tub, exposing you completely. You were glistening, the wet from your arousal and the bathwater mixed, there was also a bit of your cum dripping from your hole. Frank's eyes had grown dark at the sight.
He caught your wrist, and eased your fingers out with an obscene pop. He didn’t hesitate, his thick tatted hand coming up from the tub, his thumb finding your nub, and pressing down hard. You gasped, your overworked cunt already overstimulated- even by the little movement he’d made.
“Y-you wanted this?” He asked, his voice coarse compared to his gentle grip on your hip. His thumb began to circle, making your hips buck, and slip back into the tub.
“Yes-“ you gasped.
With that simple ‘yes’ you made the decision for the night. He stood abruptly, stripping in a hurry. He pulled his shirt over his head, tattoos spilling across his broad chest, all down his ribs and then his tummy. Then he tugged at his jeans, struggling to unbuckle his belt, then shoving the fabric down to his ankles. He was left standing in his boxer briefs, for a second. Next thing you knew, he was butt ass naked, his cock sprung tight, hitting his belly with a smack, the tip already glossy with his precum.
He stepped carefully into the tub, (pretend it’s big enough to fit the two of you) water rising as he sank down into the heated water, settling between your legs. He bent himself forward, his hand planted on the tiled wall above your head as he kissed you again. It was deeper, full of more meaning than met the naked eye. His tongue slid across yours as his free hand found your breast, molding it into his palm, thumb flicking the bud of your nipple.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about this…” he murmured against your lips “…about you…”
What was nice was that he wasn’t in any rush, he was the kind of guy to savor each and every moment, he wanted it to last as long as it could. He slid down your body, and he settled lower until his face only hovered above your cunt. His hand gripped your hips, pushing you above the level of water. The first lick was flat, tasting the mix of water and arousal. You jerked, still oversensitive, his hands clamping harder onto your sides, holding you steady as he began licking you again. He circled your clit with only the tip of his tongue before he dove in, sucking hard on the bud.
Your fingers caught against the hair at the back of his head, gripping it tight as he worked you. His fingers slid into you, easy and slick, just proving how much you were enjoying this. He curled against that same swollen spot, the double sensation, tongue and fingers- had you trembling within only a couple of seconds. He hummed against your warmth once you began to flutter around him, the vibration making your breath hitch, hiking up into another strangled moan.
It was only when you were dripping and restless did his lips met yours again, his head rising from your warmth. The water shone over his tattoos, flexing the skin and muscles as he lined himself up. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, nudging it, all while keeping your gaze. His eyes closed when he slowly sank in, your palms finding his chest with a muffled gasp. It was slow- deliberate, he made it so you could feel every inch stretch you open. The heated water that surrounded you mingled with the heat of your cube beautifully, making him curse under his breath.
“O-oh fuck babe, oooh shitt,” he mumbled, his eyes squeezing shut, as he grit his teeth.
He bottomed out, and stayed there for a minute, his forehead pressing against yours. Then he began to move, his hips rolling into yours in slow, deliberate thrusts. He kept most of his length inside of you, your walls too perfect for him to leave. He ground deep with every stroke, reaching lengths that you hadn’t known you could. One hand stayed centered above your head, he was clutching the wall as if it would save him from something. His other hand was on your abdomen, his thumb still lazily circling your clit, just in time with each kiss of your hips.
The water began to slap against the sides of the tub, meeting in time with every thrust. Your legs naturally formed their way around his back, heels pressing the small of his back, pulling him closer. He kissed you through just about everything, messy and open mouthed against yours, swallowing any sounds that you couldn’t keep quiet. When your orgasm began to climb again, and your belly began to ripple, it felt almost sharper. He could feel the way you started to clench around him, and he began to pick up the pace, grinding harder against the spot that felt the best. His thumb was still working you, only tighter and more precise circles making the sharp feeling more intense.
You came with a broken, high-pitched moan. Your walls pulsing around his cock, your fluids mixing with the bath water once again. He began to fuck you through it, rougher, messier, and chasing a high that would hit… hard. His jack was set tight, his hand that was once pressing down on your stomach was now on the edge of the tub, supporting him as he pounded into you. Your poor pussy was way overworked, convulsing harder around his dick, milking him to the bone.
“Jesus fuck babe, y-you're a fucking vise-“ he moaned, his movements growing sloppy as his dick reached entirely new depths, his hips smacking yours with wet and sticky sounds. The floor outside the tub was an ocean by now, water continuously sloshing over the edge.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckohmyfuckbabyyour so good——“ he slammed into you one last time, his hands landing on your waist, pulling you further into him, possibly bruising the sensitive skin there. His head had also come down, his teeth latching onto your shoulder, which elicited an excited yelp, your vocal cords strained.
He came, his cum painting your insides white. You whimpered again as he started to fuck the cum back into you, strings still shooting. A guttural groan tore from his throat, his head now resting on your shoulder, sweaty wet hair being squished on the side of your face. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both stayed in that position, unmoving. His cock was still buried deep, the hum of the song ‘close to me’ playing. The snippy tune fit the mood perfectly, the both of you letting out quiet awkward giggles as the water lapped at your joined bodies.
Eventually, he eased out, slow and careful, quiet hisses coming from both of you.
The two of you simply stayed there in the cooling water, Frank's arm hooked under your knee to keep you open, and close to him, the other hand stroking idly along your side.
The silence between you felt different now charged, but no longer awkward. “You're still so pretty when you're wrecked.” He whispered, more to himself than you.
He kissed the corner of your mouth again, pulling away as he yanked the stopper out of the tub, the drain bubbling in the silence as the water level lowered.
“I think we need a shower now…” You said, voice hoarse from all the screaming. He winked, “as long as you're close to me…”
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A/n: lol sorry 4 not posting school suxxx.... this was so self indulgent bc i daydream abt this scenario so often that I had to write it (ik its not my best work aswell loll)
Warnings: shes married, she cheats on her husband with u, smut, p in v, missionary, sum other stuff probably i can't remember rn..
W/c: 2.3k (longer than I thought this would be)
After graduating college and never having an actual serious relationship a single time during, you assumed nothing romantic would happen to you because all everyone's told you is how college is practically your last chance to find love before you're alone for most of your life afterward, until you met a woman at a little shop in town.
She's older, but God, is she the prettiest woman that has ever blessed you just by being in your vicinity. Her name is Gerard, and ever since you both started dating has treated you like nothing short of an angel sent from heaven, she's all you've ever dreamed of and more in a relationship.
You remember the first date she took you on, brunch at a cute little shop and then a shopping spree, that she refused to let you spend a penny on, of course. And the kiss she gave you before you both went your separate ways? You're never one to have sex on the first date but she was very tempting to say the least.
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Gerard did plan on telling you about her marriage, but your company meant so much to her, she didn't want to ruin it by telling you, but she knew she had to eventually.
There's not much to Gerard and her husband's relationship, he stopped paying attention to her and caring for her after a while and over the last few years her love for her him fizzled out and he knew it too.
They both agreed on a divorce, but because of her husband's lack of cooperation and the court's messy organization, their divorce has gotten delayed more than a handful of times. But they both had an unspoken rule of not dating anyone until the divorce was finalized.
Until one day Gerard showed up to their shared house from her job later than usual and found her husband cheating on her with another woman. Well, she heard it happening behind the closed door of the bedroom, right on their shared bed. She didn't walk in and interrupt but instead just left the house to spend money on her husband's credit card to blow off steam,
and that's when she met you.
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You were more than eager to invite her to dates, you wanted to repay whatever she spent on the shopping sprees to take her to various spots mostly spots where you could take her jewelry shopping, lingerie shopping and whatever else she wanted to do
But this time, you decided to take her on an actual restaurant date, you dreamed of taking her to a fancy restaurant to show her how serious you really wanted to get with her.
Seeing her in that tight maroon dress she wore paired with the intoxicating perfume could have sent you into a coma on the spot. You wanted to stay somewhat composed for her but you couldn't keep it together half the time at that damn restaurant, you tried talking more but all the candle light with the toe of her heel rub against your calf from under the table you were about to implode from all the attention she was giving you from above and below the table like always.
You wanted to drag her to the bathroom and have her right there but you wanted to save it for your place. It was always worth it to wait with her, besides, you loved having intimate moments with her like these that didn't involve something sexual.
“I must say darling this place seems quite expensive…youre making me feel so special spoiling me like this.” She said before taking a sip of her cherry red wine, voice smooth and comforting like silk.
You smiled and laughed softly “You're telling me that?” you truly thought she was somewhat joking with the way she's always treated you even if you both were just hanging out at your place.
“I'm serious, darling. No one has valued my company this much in years,” She sighs softly, her secret eating her up on the inside, she can't imagine how you'd react if she told you, after all, you had every reason to be upset and she knew it.
“Dear, I have something I've been needing to tell you…” Just as she says that she removes her foot from your leg, making you stir.
The moment those words hit your ears your heart rate somehow sped up faster than before, “W- what is it gee?”
“It may sound…bad at first but- promise me you'll listen?” She says voice beginning to shake, stress and adrenaline flooding in her veins.
You reach out to hold her hand that rested on the table, “I promise gee. you can tell me anything, I swear.” You tried to comfort her, her stressed state being very obvious.
Your words helped her slightly, she knew that there was a chance they wouldn't mean anything after she told you but after a deep inhale she finally got the words to leave her mouth.
“There's not an easy way to say this but…I'm married- to my husband, it sounds horrible I must admit. I haven't told you because our time together has been…way more enjoyable than the life I've had with my husband.” She practically blurted out, her secret now thrown out onto the table for you to process.
You couldnt help but stay silent and process what you just heard, your expression growing confused but at the same time, understanding.
“So you’re cheating on him with me?” you question, still trying to put the pieces of her story together.
“Well… yes- we have our divorce filed already, it just hasn't been finalized due to…complexities. I found him cheating not long before we met and…it was too good to be true.” She explained further, you honestly trusted her enough to believe every word she was saying, and you didn't stop and think even for a second she was twisting her story.
“I- im really sorry for lying dear, I just didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it would ruin everything but- the guilt got worse the longer we dated and…” she trailed off into whatever words slipped from her mouth.
It took you a little bit to process it all but, you quickly realized you didn’t mind whatever was going on with her because she was so kind to you already, and her honesty was all you needed to know that she was being genuine about what was between you two already.
You were quick to assure her that you didn't mind her situation, and it was very sweet how she was so stressed about telling you.
By the time you were finished with your food, you both had a few glasses of wine and got a little drunk, so you both decided to take a cab back home.
“Are you sure he won't be home?” You worryingly ask Gerard.
“Yes I'm sure, sugar don't worry” Gerard chuckles as she ushers you into the back of the taxi, eager to finally bring you home with her.
The car ride to her house was full of drunken giggles and jokes you couldn't understand if you were sober, and before long you both started teasing each other with pecks on whatever skin your dresses left exposed.
Once you arrived, Gerard rushed you once again inside of the house, already removing your sweater.
“Geez gee! We just got here!” You slur your words while laughing, Gerard also laughing against your skin.
“Mmm…can't help it if you're looking like this all night babydoll~” her words leave you a blushing mess as she continues to coo at you.
She quickly grabs your hand and practically drags you upstairs into the bedroom she shares with her husband, the same one she caught him cheating on her with.
She wastes no time unzipping her dress, the upper half of it falling and leaving her beautiful tits out for you to see.
Heat quickly pools at your core upon seeing your girlfriend half naked, “Fuck, gee you look so…” your mind fogs up and before you know it you can't think straight with her slipping completely out of her dress, leaving her in just her panties.
You watch as she begins undressing you, sliding your own dress down your body until it pools around your heels, her touch electric, making you drench your panties just for her.
“You're so pretty sugar…” Gerard says as she backs you onto the bed, the back of your knees hitting the foot of the bed, making you fall backwards onto it.
Your hands roam her body, moving up from her sweet love handles to her tits, pulling her down into you for a kiss.
Once your lips made contact, both of you lost all control, your tongues dancing and swirling against each other while she grinds her rock hard cock onto your own wet underwear.
You move higher up onto the bed, inviting her to crawl on top of you. Making sure to discard your ruined underwear somewhere in the room as she does the same, watching as her cock finally springs free and slaps against her lower stomach.
“oh gee…” you moan while she positions herself between your legs, you instinctively wrap them around her to have her member slide itself in between your folds.
“I've been wanting to fuck you so good on this bed for so long…” Gerard whispers into your ear before she lines herself up with your dripping cunt to slide herself in.
You both moan loudly in unison, taking advantage of the fact you can make more noise in this house than your apartment.
She begins thrusting in and out of you, every single one resulting in a loud moan out of you both, you both so invested in each other's bodies either of you didn't notice how the front door slammed shut moments ago.
You both continue marking each other's bodies in hickeys and bruised from how fast and rough Gerard is going at this point, the sound of wet skin slapping and moans fill not only the room but the house.
It wasn't long before Gerard's husband slammed through the door to interrupt your fun, both of you looking at each other sheepishly as he began arguing with Gerard while she's still inside of you. You block his view of you with Gerard as she pulls out and cleans you up like she would any other day.
“Go outside the bedroom now.” Gerard demanded her husband before she dresses you up in spare clothes in her wardrobe.
“im sorry we didn't get to finish baby, but I'll make it up the next time we see each other okay?” She assures you as she drowns you in kisses all over your face.
“Wait- gee…will it be okay? You'll leave with me, right?” You ask, worried about what will happen if you leave without her by your side.
Gerard steps away, leaving your arms to wrap herself in a robe. “Well, maybe not tonight sweetheart, but I'll call you later to set up another date okay?” She kisses you again on the cheek, reassuring you nothing will change.
The walk through her living room was awkward to say the least, making brief eye contact with her husband as Gerard led you onto the porch and into the Uber she already called for you, making sure to give you a deep long kiss before you were on your way.
Gerard never called you that night like she promised, it was strange but you could see why she wouldn't have, maybe her husband was hogging up all her attention with the arguing.
She texted you apologizing the next morning, you asked to see her which she dodged and said she'd text you later in the day.
A couple of weeks went by exactly like that, her refusing to see you in person, and refusing to tell you what was happening with her and her husband.
You were beginning to think maybe they really worked it out, or maybe she just didn't want to see you anymore, maybe you were just the thing that made her realize she loved her husband after all.
It wasn't until there was a knock at your front door when you actually stopped thinking about her for a moment to open the door, only to be met with her familiar face.
She was wearing a fancy button up blouse with a pencil skirt, she looked gorgeous but you were more concerned about what papers she was holding in her hands.
“G- gee?! You're here?” You stammered, shocked that she showed up unannounced.
“Well, I have a little surprise for both of us, sugar, I couldn't get here fast enough!” She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.
She lifts up the papers and shows them to you, they read “divorce agreement” at the top.
“It just got finalized today! We can finally get married and have a house of our own-! If… that's what you'd want.” She blurted out, excited that she can start a new life with someone she really loves.
“Oh, gee! That sounds perfect! Get inside!” You grabbed her arm and dragged her inside your apartment, “What changed?’ You ask, curious why it got finalized so suddenly.
“Well, after our little rendezvous at the house, my ex husband finally decided to cooperate and end everything!” She practically yelled out, she couldn't help but lean in for a kiss, both of you giggling at the thought of finally enjoying each other without her husband in the way.
And so you both did what you promised each other, you had a beautiful wedding, got a house together, and lived peacefully by each other's side, never losing the spark that was ignited the day you met.
Ooh Bunny wrote another smut fic what else is new >.< yeah, well, this time its Frank and Gerard so idk suck it? Also I should be getting ready to leeeaveeee damnit
College! Bullets Gerard x Frank x Reader <3
College wasn't all that bad, you were in your second year and as an RA you had a room to yourself. You had to deal with people coming to your room at all hours of the night with complaints and make sure parties didnt get too out of control but that you could handle.
What really bothered you though was the two at the end of the hall. Frank and Gerard. They were always partying and being loud during quiet hours, their room reeked of weed and alcohol 24/7 and you always covered for them when the cops came.
Your Junior year before you became an RA you did party with them a few times and things did sometimes get out of control but who cared at that point, that was the RA at the time's problem, not yours.
Now that you are in your sophomore year, things were different. At least, thats what you told yourself.
"Gee, I really can't keep covering for you guys anymore. I'm an RA now and I have to make sure the whole floor is doing what they need to do." You tell him after the cops left for the 3rd time this week.
"Well I dont know who keeps calling them on us!" Gerard huffs as he sits down on top of your desk. "We weren't even being that loud."
"The noise wasnt the issue this time, someone said they smelled weed." You say moving the books from out of his way so they dont get knocked off your desk.
"Ugh, was it Ray? He always calls because of that." Gerard says rolling his eyes. "Whatever, thank you for covering for us. I promise me and Frank will be more careful."
Its your turn to roll your eyes then, "Oh, careful? Like the last 10 times you promised me that?" You ask as you cross your arms, getting ready to scold Gerard.
"I know, I know. But hey, we always make it up to you, right?" He asks with a goofy grin, making you laugh softly as he wags his eyebrows to you.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." You wave him off.
"Aww c'mon.. you know you love us." He says as he hops down from your desk and walks over to you.
"And you are so lucky I do." You smile as he walks closer. "Or else I wouldn't do half the things I already do for you both."
"Mhm.. don't pretend that you don't love the thrill of lying to the cops." Gerard says as he sits on your bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join him.
"I didnt at first." You say as you sit next to him. "But I guess it's grown on me."
"And you do it so well, our little accomplice." He says brushing some of your hair behind your shoulder.
"Yeah, well. Be that as it may, I'm going to get caught one of these times. You and Frank... have to promise.. me.. fuck.. Gee.." Your scolding trails off as you melt under Gerards touch, the light kisses trailing from your neck down your collarbone.
"Shh.. lay back baby, I promise to make it up to you." He says softly as he guides you onto your back, lifting your shirt over your head and pressing soft kisses down your chest. His hands slide up your sides and around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall.
You hear a faint knock at the door then, hurrying to cover yourself with your blanket. "Who is it?" You call to the door you forgot to lock.
"It's me." A small voice calls. "C-can I come in?"
You smile to Gerard who shakes his head, trying to tell you no. "Come in Frankie!" You say anyway and hear the door click open slowly, Gerard rolls his eyes and sits back down in a huff.
"You're not mad at us, right?" Frank asks as he closes the door behind him. "I told Gerard we were gonna get caught."
"Lock the door Frankie, come here." You say to him, removing the blanket and revealing your half naked body. Franks eyes grow wide and he hurries to lock the door, making his way to your bed as he kicks his shoes off.
"I'm not mad Frankie, I could never be mad at you." You coo to him as he walks over with a big smile.
"Oh but all that yelling at me?" Gerard mumbles as Frank climbs up onto the bed.
You ignore Gerards comments and cup Franks cheek, giving him a soft kiss. "Don't listen to Gerard. I just want you both to be more careful, thats all." You smile to him and he nods happily as you turn over and start to unbutton his jeans.
Frank pushes them off and pulls his shirt over his head. Gerard rolls his eyes and unbuttons his own jeans, pushing them down and moving behind you.
Frank sits back down in front of where you lay, happily looking down at you as you palm him through his boxers. "T-thank you again for helping us." He squeaks out softly and you smile up at him before hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down around his thighs.
Gerard mimics your motions on Frank, pulling down your panties and watching them peel away from your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight as he pushes his boxers down and lightly strokes himself a few times before moving his hand to your core, rubbing slow circles around you.
Meanwhile on Frank, once he is fully sprung from his boxers, you lick a long strip with a flat tongue on the underside of his cock. Making him shiver as you do, he bites his lip to hold back moans. You smile to yourself as you look up at him, his already blissed out face making you feel proud knowing what you do to both of your boys.
Gerard grunts as he lines himself up with you, unable to keep stroking himself and needing to be inside you. His cock presses against your entrance making a small gasp escape your lips.
Frank watches Gerard as he pushes inside you, growing harder at the sight. Frank always loved watching you get fucked by Gerard. You take Frank in your mouth then, swirling your tongue around him and making him moan. He instinctively holds your head, not pushing but just to stable himself. "Oh fuck." They both say almost in unison.
Happy to hear them both, you take Frank deeper down your throat and his hips jerk, you hold his hips down as Gerard fucks your tight pussy, grunting and leaning on you as he slams his hips into you. "Fuck.. you always take us so good." He mumbles as he thrusts deep inside you.
Unable to give much of a response with Frank down your throat, you move your hips to sync with Gerards, bobbing your head on Frank who is leaning back on his arms and watching you with all the love and lust in the world, trying to keep himself from cumming, he wants to fuck you too of course.
"S-switch me Gee, please." Frank whimpers out to which Gerard shakes his head.
"Nu uh Frankie, ugh.. hold on just a little longer." Gerard says, making Frank pout.
You lift your head from Frank, slowing down so he doesn't cum too quickly. Frank sighs and smiles to you. "Thanks."
He leans back and watches as Gerard fucks into you, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He loves to watch your face as Gerard makes you cum, how your eyes roll back and your lips part as you let out the prettiest moans. He wants to make you cum like that too and tries his hardest, when all else fails for him though, he eats you out like theres no tomorrow.
Gerard finally feels himself growing close, he taps Frank in and switches positions so he is at your face and Frank finally gets to fuck you. You happily take Gerard into your mouth, tasting the salty cum as he shoots it down your throat. He is much rougher than Frank, who lets you do all the work and is just happy to be there. Gerard holds your head and throat fucks you.
Once Gerard cums, he pulls out of your throat, just as Frank lines himself up with you. You help him a bit, pushing back onto him and he hold your hips to steady himself. "O-oh god.." he whines, completely in love with the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
"Ooh you feel so good Frankie." You moan to him, watching Gerard lazily stroking himself, he secretly likes watching Frank fuck you too.
Frank's hips stutter, he's already unbearably close as he pushes deep inside, giving a few thrusts before pulling out just in time to cum all over your back and ass.
"F-fuck.." he whimpers as he cums. "Thank you." He says softly, collapsing on the bed next to you, closing his eyes for a second before snapping them open again. "O-oh shit. Uh, wait there." He says quickly getting up to get a towel from your bathroom and cleaning off your back. "I'm sorry." He says softly as he gently cleans you off.
You smile to him and kiss his forehead. "Thank you Frankie."
Gerard rolls his eyes but smiles, giving your ass a light smack and going to use your bathroom. He's never been much for Aftercare unlike Frank who is now cuddling up with your in the bed, falling asleep on your chest with his legs intertwined with yours.
It's Always Been You - Frank Iero x Gerard Way(?) x Reader CHAPTER FOUR
This was originally the start of Chapter 4, but I decided it can be a whole chapter so I don't get fucked by Tumblr's character limit again. Posted on my AO3 as well! (Make sure you read all parts of Chapter 3 before this, or it will be confusing) @places2hide4me and @chaotic-1111-witch mentions
Trigger Warnings: SAFE SEX IS IMPORTANT, PUKE, NO SMUT IN THIS ONE
Word Count: 2309
“Hey Sugar, how you feelin?” Gerard said as he walked through the door of your apartment. You had texted him that you were going home from work early sick, and he said he’d bring food over after his shift. He took in your tired frame on the couch, and walked to you with a bag of soup from the diner down the road. “I feel like garbage.” You groaned out she sat down next to you and began rubbing your legs. “Maybe the soup will help?”
You gave him a soft smile, bringing a hand to his and squeezing it. It had been almost two months since Gerard first knocked on your door, and almost the same amount of time since you had stopped responding to Frank’s calls and messages. There was a part of you that still wondered how he was doing, and wished you could talk to him about that night, but in the end you knew it was no use. It took you a little time to accept the way that Gerard treated you. You weren’t used to someone so attentive - or kind for that matter - and he took every chance he could to show you he wasn’t like Frank.
“Do you still have practice tonight?” You sat up on the couch, kissing Gerard on the cheek before opening the food he brought you. “Yeah, we’re gonna run through a few songs. Hopefully everyone actually shows up this time.” Gerard rolled his eyes, knowing it was hit or miss if Frank would be there. He always said he would, and then a half hour after start he’d call saying something came up. Things had been different since the morning he walked out, and although Frank said everything was fine, everyone knew it wasn’t. He was drinking more, showing up late to practice either with Annie or not at all, and his fuse was shorter than it usually was. Gerard already knew that as soon as Frank got confirmation he was with you now the band would be good as done, so he and the guys all decided to keep the information to themselves for now.
He looked over to you eating, and watched your face go from bad to worse. “Hey honey, you doing alri-” He moved as fast as you when you stood up and booked it to the bathroom, a hand covering your mouth. Trailing behind you, he watched as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and began to spill your guts. Moving behind you, he quickly grabbed your hair back to get it out of your face, turning the other way to save you some dignity. As the sound of your retching stopped and the toilet flushed, he got up to get you a wet washcloth.
“Here, take this, it’ll help. I can tell them I can’t make it tonight if you really feel that bad sweetheart.” You took the damp cloth from him, sitting up and wiping your face. “No, no, I’ll be fine Gee.Thank you, - I'm sorry you had to be here for that.” You said with a soft chuckle. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like complete shit, covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Let me go get you some water, and then I'll get you set up in bed before I go?” You nodded as Gerard gave you a quick kiss on the temple, and left the small space. Feeling the pounding headache that was about to begin, you opened your sink cabinet to find some medicine. As soon as the door opened, you froze, looking at your new box of tampons that you got over a month ago. Your brain started racing as you asked yourself how long had it been? You honestly didn’t know, and things had been so crazy and moving so fast that you hadn’t been keeping track, but the unopened package didn’t lie. It had been too long. As Gerard walked back in you quickly stood up, holding onto the counter for support. “Come on, let’s get you comfy - you look like you saw a fuckin ghost.” You stayed still as he got closer, setting down the cup of water he brought, and wrapping an arm around your waist from behind. Taking in your face, he could tell something was wrong. “What is it?” Your eye met his in the mirror, as you debated if you should say anything. “Nothing, just still feeling nauseous is all.” You gave him the best smile you could manage, and despite knowing there was more, he let it slide. He often still found himself tiptoeing around delicate topics and giving you space when he could tell your brain was working overtime. He took your hand and led you to your room, giving you soft kisses on your head as he helped you take your work clothes off and got you into bed. “Alright Sugar, I’ll only be gone for a couple hours, but you call if you need anything - alright?” He held your face gently in his hands, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “Ew Gee, I just threw up like 10 minutes ago, don’t kiss me.” You chuckled as you pulled away from him. He feigned appall before leaning in to kiss you again, a little deeper this time. “Trust me, it don’t bother me.” You pushed him off of you gently, smacking him in the arm in the process. “Get out of here, go sing your songs, I'll still be alive when you get back.” He smiled at you as he stood up, watching you curl yourself into your blankets before turning to leave. With one last glance over his shoulder in the doorframe, he saw the smile you gave him fade into something more serious, and couldn’t help but think there was something you were scared to tell him.
As soon as you heard Gerard leave you, got out of bed and quickly logged onto your computer. Looking through your contacts, you saw that Rach was online. “Thank fuck.” You muttered to yourself.
xVampirezRulex: I need u
Chaotic-w1tch: When don’t u? I’m jking, whats up?
xVampirezRulex: I have like 2 hrs b4 Gee comes back, can u come over?
Chaotic-w1tch: Woah wait a time frame? This must b serious. I’m on my way
xVampirezRulex: Can u stop at the store 4 me b4 you come? I’ll pay u back
Chaotic-w1tch: What do u need?
xVampirezRulex: A pregnancy test
Chaotic-w1tch: B there in 20
You sat in your bed, anxiously waiting for Rach to get there. You knew she was gonna ask questions, and you didn’t really want to answer them, but you needed her either way. You shot out of your bed at the sound of a knock on your door, almost running to open it. Rach walked in how she always did, like your place was her second home. After taking a quick look at you, and assessing your state, she gave you a hug. “What the fuck is going on?” She pulled back, looking at your face as tears started to fall. “I just, I've been feeling like shit for about a week, and when Gee got here earlier I threw up - I thought I was just sick, but I opened the cabinet and I realized it’s been over a month since I had my period, and-” Rach grabbed you, making you look at her. “GIRL. Slow down, we’ve got some time before the smelly boy gets back.” She walked over to your couch, patting the cushion next to her, signaling you to take a seat. You crawled up next to her, resting your head on her shoulder. You both let out a big sigh, “So, should I ask the obvious question, or do you want to deal with it after you figure out if this is real or not?” You let out a short laugh before answering. “If it’s real, it could be either of them.” You sat up from against her, rubbing your hands on your face.”I’m such a fucking idiot. I pretty much slept with them both back to back. How could I let this happen?” You turned to look at her, and noticed a smile on her face. “What? Do you think this is funny Rach?!” You asked as the smile only grew bigger and she let out a giggle. “It’s not funny, I just didn’t get the details before this that you had them one after the other, look at you go you slut.” You couldn’t help but laugh with her at the absurdity of the situation. “Shut up! You’re the one who gave Gee my address!” She leaned forward with you, and nudged your shoulder. “I didn’t think you were gonna fuck him that night! I mean, I hoped so - even if it was just once to get you away from Frank - but hey, when a hot smelly boy turns up at my work and says that he wants to save you from the devil, I thought I should probably give it up. You should be thanking me - I can only hope you’d do the same thing for me.” She winked at you, and you felt a blush rise in your cheeks. “I actually never thanked you, huh?” Rach shook her head no, while doing a ‘bring it in’ motion with her hands. You gave her a hug, laying down on the couch after, and looking at the grocery bag on the coffee table. “You gonna take it?” She said, staring at the bag with you. “I don’t know if I can yet. I’m scared.”
“Would you rather have him here with you?” Your head quickly turned towards her. “No. No, I don’t think I should tell him unless I know, you know? It’s only been like two months that we’ve been seeing each other. This is a lot, and I don’t want to scare him away.” “This won’t scare him away. I’ve known Gerard for years, and he really likes you. Has for a long time. He used to come in after every show and talk my ear off about how much it bothered him to see you with the angry Chihuahua.” Looking down at the ground, you started your rebuttal. “I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s necessary, I think-” You stopped as Rach grabbed your hand. “He’s not Frank. He’s not going to leave you because of this.” Looking at her, you stood up and grabbed the bag, removing the test, and flipping it around in your hands. “Alright, let’s do this.” “Want me to come, or just stay here?” “I can do this. I’ll be right back.” You said as you walked down the hall.
Sitting back on the couch, you and Rach stared at the clock hanging from your wall. You had another two passes of the second hand before you could flip the stick over, and get your result - and only about another 20 minutes before Gerard should be back. She tried to carry on small talk, but your brain wouldn’t focus on anything other than the ticking that seemed too loud as you zoned out. “Hey, hey! It’s time. Are you ready? Turn it over.” You took a deep breath, as your hand reached for it and stopped. “I-I can’t do it. You do it for me, please?” Your nerves had gotten the best of you, and you looked at her with pleading eyes. “Yeah, okay. Okay. Ready?” Rach grabbed the test, and held it up to her face. She turned back to you, in slight shock. “Don’t look at me like that.” She sat in silence for a moment, just starting to open her mouth to speak when you cut her off. “What does it say - Rach - What the fuck does it say?!” Handing the test to you, she stuttered, “Look, it’s really faint, but… I think - I think it’s positive.” You took it in your hands, shaking as you held it. “Fuck.” You were about to say more, when your door opened, and Gerard walked in. “Hey Sugar, i’m back, how are you feel-” He stopped as he took in the scene in front of him, only noticing you and Rach sitting on the couch. You quickly tucked the test under your leg, hiding it from him. “Oh, hey Rach! What are you doing here?” He looked between the two of you, visibly confused. “Oh, hey Gee, I was actually just leaving. She had said she didn’t feel good, and I just wanted to make sure you were doing a good job taking care of her.” Rach stood up, glancing at you in panic as she made her way to the door. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, thanks for letting me stop by.” She pat Gerard on the shoulder as she moved past him, “Keep up the good work here smelly boy, I’m rooting for you.” She whispered as she closed the door. Gerard locked it behind her, turning back to you with a suspicious look on his face while you sat unmoving. “Are you really feeling better?” He questioned, trying still not to pry. He watched you shift uncomfortably on the couch, hands tucked under your legs, as he walked around and kneeled in front of you. “I don’t want to make you feel cornered, but I'm not blind honey. There’s something going on, and I just want you to know you can tell me. We can talk about whatever it is.” He tried searching your face, but moved his glance down to where your hand was fidgeting underneath you. You slowly pulled your hand out, the test upside down in it. He sat back slightly, looking between it and your face. “I don’t think I'm sick. I think I'm pregnant.”
IM BEGGING FOR ANOTHEF PART OR SOMETHING OF GERARD NOT GETTING HARD/CUMMING BC HES FUCKING ANCIENT, THATS SO FUCKING HOT I CANTFGTGFTTTTTT 😼👀👀👀👀👀
i'm actually feral for ts. i'll die for ts.
The need for that old man dick is SERIOUS! Here are some headcanons/continuation of this fic
tagging @yumms-t to prove to them that I write
warnings: not proofread. vomit mentioned (feel free to skip it is marked by the !) smut smut smut! not much fluff. not much angst. erectile dysfunction. viagra. marriage culture. ugh like I think that's it
you force him to go to the doctor. he made you a promise that he was gonna get it all figured out for you but it fell through. this whole situation was so embarrassing for him. he didn't like talking about it with you. he sure as hell didn't want to talk about it to a complete stranger. but you drag his petty ass to the doctor and hold his hand in the waiting room. there's a bunch of sad old men also in the office making Gerard feel like shit. "this is so fucking stupid babe." he whispers in your ear. "do you love me or no?" you reply sternly. he pouts with his cute little face "yes I love you." he sighs accepting he has to sacrifice his dignity in order to make you happy. but he would do anything for you. including this bullshit.
The doctor tells him the whole thing about eating healthy and working out to build stamina but he also prescribes Gerard viagra. you and Gerard honestly thought viagra was for 80 year old men with limp dicks but most men start to take viagra in their 50s. it helped make Gerard feel less shitty about himself and his old man dick. later that night you made him take it because you wanted to know what it would feel like. yeah that man ripped you in fucking half. the effect wasn't immediate. it took around 30-60 minutes for him to be erect. the doctor recommended to stimulate him after he takes the pill in order to achieve erection easier. you were sucking him off for a little bit until you finally felt him harden in your mouth. you got so excited. there was no foreplay that man just slammed into you. you guys started at midnight and he finally got off of you at 6 am. you were definitely exhausted but you honestly could've kept going for another hour if he wanted to. he finally had the energy and stamina to keep up with you it was exhilarating. Your bodies were stuck together with sweat as he came into you for the 8th time. You kiss all over his face and hold onto him. "That felt so good daddy." you mutter sleepily, the cardio finally catching up to you. He kissed your cheek, "I bet it did, bunny." You giggle at the nickname and close your eyes, your bodies tangled together. The next morning you were all sore and could barely walk. He carried you to the bathroom and started a warm bath for you. UGH HE TREATS YOU SO GOOD!
he's petty and doesn't take his viagra. he'll find any excuse to not take it. "it makes my head hurt" "it takes so long for it to work" "it makes me dizzy" "I get so congested". he was such a little bitch! "oh my fucking god whatever Gerard I don't even care anymore" you argue with him half naked. you just really wanted his cock buried deep inside you to make up for a shitty day you had at the studio. but instead you're met with his annoying bitchy attitude. "fuck babe i'm sorry i'll take" he apologizes. "nope! don't need you bye." you push him out of the room. you knew you were being a bitch but you didn't care. you set your vibrator to the loudest setting and made the most obnoxious moans knowing he would be right outside the door listening. after you came a good 3 times you let him in and he cuddles you to sleep after whispering apologies.
since he doesn't take his viagra frequently you've gotten used to his limp dick. sometimes a fun game you would play is you would get all pretty in some lingerie and grind your wet pussy against his soft dick. you already knew nothing was gonna happen but you still wanted to try. the friction would feel so good on your clit you would cum right there on his soft dick. even if he didn't get hard he would still make you feel so beautiful. he would caress your ass and thighs. moan at the friction. kiss your lips and necks. "fuck baby you're gorgeous" "you're all mine" "daddy's girl" (i'm wet)
when he would take his viagra you would dry hump him for hours. you just missed the feeling of something hard against your warmness and it felt so good. he would literally let you do anything to him. he's definitely creamed his pants once or twice from you doing this.
he got you a dildo for when he's too lazy to take his viagra but you still want some penetration. you would think this means you're in charge BUT NO! that man fucks you with a dildo like it's his own dick like AHHHH! he talks you through it. "you fucking take" "oh I know you like that" "come on baby take this cock" "good girl oh you're such a good slut."
at first you were really insecure about his erectile issues. you thought you were the problem. you weren't sexy enough, doing enough, anything. you tried to blame yourself for his problems. trying to fix problems that weren't really there. you would cry yourself to sleep every night trying to figure what was wrong with you. with some therapy and help from your amazing boyfriend things got figured out.
THIS MAN CAN FINGERBLAST! very drastic change of tone but yes he explores this pussy like it's his full time job. his fingers have to be in your panties at least once per day. he's a very sick man in dire need of some pussy.
he eats you for breakfast lunch and dinner. like complete muncher whenever you want it he's eating it. even when you don't want it he begs to taste you like when you're on your period. YET AGAIN this man is addicted to you.
he has to make up for his limp dick so he makes sure you're consistently nutting. if you didn't cum at least 3 times in one day he'll lose his mind. he takes his job as a pussy enjoyer VERY seriously. you are all his life he does not play about your pleasure even if he's an asshole sometimes about his viagra.
! Since you're a DJ you party a lot. It's how you form connections, find clubs to play at, befriend producers, etc. With this partying you also drink a lot! Naturally when you come home you have to barf. Gerard being the amazing boyfriend he is helps you throw up in the toilet and pulls your hair back. When you're all done he helps you up and you go rinse out your mouth in the sink. He holds you to make sure you don't trip or fall from your drunken state but you don't notice that. you notice the fucking pure hard on against you. no viagra needed. "Hey you okay hun?" Gerard asks in your frozen state. You can't even respond as you go on your knees and free his dick. He blushes as he realizes the situation he's in. "Baby i'm sor-" he's cut off as you take him as deep as you can. You slobbering on this dick like no tomorrow. oh how you missed this!
! he eventually explained to you that he used to be really into vomit porn when he was in his early twenties and has tried to suppress it ever since because he knew it was super weird and none of his girlfriends would be into that. he apologizes for being a weirdo but you don't mind. it felt nice that you could still naturally make him hard.
! You drink hard on days you miss his dick. Just so you can throw up in your toilet and let him grind his hard on against your ass as he pulls your hair back. Gerard fucking you doggy style as you rest your sweaty head on the toilet bowl waiting for the next spill to come. Gerard thinks it's so hot when you're exhausted like this.
! At the next show he's at of yours you wear a custom made tank top that has "spill your guts" printed on it. he blushes when he realizes what you're intending. it's like a personal inside joke between you guys.
he plans this elaborate date in the park. he rented it out for just you two and got it all decorated with fairy lights and shrubbery. When you guys go inside this gazebo he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring of your dreams. "Baby, I love you so much. I want to thank you for dealing with everything I put you through. I just want to give you the best life possible. I woke up one morning and realized I couldn't live if you weren't in the bed right next to me. If I couldn't hear you laugh at my unfunny jokes. If I couldn't hear you complain in my ear. If I couldn't feel your fingers in between mine...Will you marry me?" You squeal in excitement and nod your head. "YES OF COURSE YES!" You hug him kiss him spins around in his arms. You actually can't believe it. He was going to be your fiancé!
Your wedding night was so freaked out. since he hasn't taken viagra in so long the effects doubled and he was so horned out. He fucked you the whole night with no problem. It also didn't help you looked like an angel with your white, lacy lingerie. He could fuck you for days on end. You also snuck some viagra so you were on the same level as him.
Marriage life was simple with your two cats and house. Gerard would always be in the porch with a coffee and a book. You would always sit in his lap and kiss his cheek. You would stay there together basking in the sun. Basking in this moment of pure intimacy and love between the two of you.
summary:ex~bf!frank and reader hookup in a bar bathroom after a rough breakup.
warnings:exes 2 lovers,smut with plot,reader is in depression basically,semi~public sex,unprotected sex, creampie,crying during sex♡
a/n:i love yearning n also ignore my mistakes there are prolly too many and yes i love ethel cain
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you and frank met in high school and started dating and now you were going to college while frank was already in the band. a few months ago you broke up out of nowhere in a moment of anger and it was a mutual decision. maybe both of you just wanted some space and used the fact that frank couldnt make time for you because of the band as an excuse.
after the breakup frank seemed completely normal like nothing had changed in his life at all and like it was always this way. like he had totally forgotten about the breakup.
but things were different for you because this hit you really hard. basically you were depressed. you wouldnt get out of bed you wouldnt shower you couldnt even take care of your basic daily needs.
one of your mutual friends—which was pretty much all of your friends anyway—noticed how quiet and unhappy you were and you made plans to go out to a quiet bar in the evening.
you didnt really get ready since you were in no state to do so you just wanted to clear your head. around 7 pm when your friend called you just grabbed your wallet keys and phone and went downstairs. you definitely didnt expect to see franks car when you got down there and the person in the drivers seat being frank was the last thing you wanted. for a second you got extremely mad and thought about going back inside but you opened the back door and got in with your other friends.
everyone started chatting except you of course. while the others kept talking you went quiet looking out the window and you made eye contact with frank through the rearview mirror. you turned your head back toward the window holding yourself back so hard from crying or throwing up right there. even if you werent looking you could still feel his eyes on you through the mirror and that made everything worse.
you finally arrived at the bar. it was a place you went to all the time and it wasnt overly crowded. you went inside sat on a barstool and were just gonna drink whatever your friends ordered because you were too tired to even order for yourself. frank parked the car so he came in last and of course he sat right next to you. you were calmly sipping your drink trying to focus on the song playing in the background but knowing frank was there stopped you from even understanding what song it was.
you flinched when frank said "arent you gonna talk all night?" and almost spilled your drink. you slowly shook your head. you felt like you were gonna throw up and you couldnt tell if it was because of the awful drink or because of frank. you ran your hands through your hair praying for the headache to go away.
when you stood up to go to the bathroom frank asked "where you going?" "fuck off frank" you said walking toward the restroom and frank of course caught up with you "hey are you okay?" he asked pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "do i look okay?" before frank could answer you went into the bathroom and frank followed you inside.
"what the fuck are y-" before you could finish your sentence frank closed the door and closed the distance between you like he had been waiting for this all night and pulled you into a hug.
you didnt push him away or yell or get mad as much as you wanted to because i guess this was what you actually wanted. "i missed you... i missed us i missed this" "frank..." you couldnt answer because you felt the exact same way and this was no place to hide your feelings anymore."i missed you too...i missed you terribly."
this time you actually made eye contact and frank quickly closed the gap to kiss you. he slowly lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. while he kept kissing you he kicked open one of the empty bathroom stalls went inside and locked the door.
you had no idea how long you had been kissing for but you were enjoying it so much that your head started spinning and you felt like you were gonna pass out from pleasure. and you two hadnt even done anything yet. frank had one hand in your hair and one on your waist as he slowly slid his hand under your shirt.
frank slowly set you down and while you helped him unbuckle his belt he was planting soft little kisses on your neck. at the same time he unbuttoned your pants picked you up again and gently pressed your back against the stall door.
with one quick move he pulled down his boxers and before you even realized it he pushed inside you. you both moaned super loudly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "fuck... fuck baby youre so tight i missed that" as he started moving slowly you realized you were actually crying. you buried your face in franks neck and kept crying not even knowing why.
frank noticed you were crying. "shh shh look at me... you okay?" he gently held your neck and pulled you back a bit so you would look at him. "frank please please please i dont wanna break up again please please dont stop" frank pushed deeper this time making you feel even more pleasure and cry even harder. "frank promise me please please we'll never leave each other again please" frank gently wiped your tears with his thumb and kissed your temple. "never again baby i swear i swear on everything" frank hoped this would calm you down a bit but you just kept crying even more.
"frank im so close" "yeah me too baby" frank said. you pushed his hair back with your hands. "frank dont pull please please just... just" you were still tearful and didnt wanna cry anymore. frank kissed your cheek and did what you asked and you both finished at the same time.
frank fixed his clothes first and then yours. as best as you could clean up in a gross bar bathroom anyway. after wiping away a few remaining tears he kissed the corners of your eyes. "we can leave if you want" he said and you nodded.
you walked out of the bathroom and returned to the bar. you had your arm through franks and as you passed by the others frank said "we leaving early" and you both got into the car probably heading to franks messy apartment.
