26 | She/Her | A side blog for things that turn me on. Not safe for MINORS! Don't yuck my yums, don't like leave please 😁Queer Sub | Curently really into MCR smut
I don't wish to be propositioned. Don't DM me to try hook up with me I'm not into that. I'm mostly just feeling out my kinks and fetishes and collecting things I find attractive.
Big fan of pet names like doll, baby, dear/deer, lamb, kitty, puppy, bunny, angel.
I'm largely a sub and pillow princess with a small interest in switching.
Pansexual, Demi, and open to poly relations.
Some of my kinks that will be here are: (obligated to say kinks don't reflect my real life actions blah blah blah)
-Bondage
-Pet Play
-Age Gap | Mommy/Daddy Role Play
-Power Play
-Slight CNC
-Body Mods
-Over Stimulatiom
-Public Sex/Voyeurism
-Group Sex
-Monster Fucking (Also Robots)
-Breeding | Oviposition
-Light Gore
-Choking, biting, slapping.
-RFP? Not sure it that's a kink but I post it here instead of my main blog.
I love tits, ass, pussy, and cock I'm not picky. I love hair and soft bodies a lot. Bush is better XD. And I love toys and sexy clothing.
(Some times I accidentally reblog main blog stuff to this one oops)
Engaging in kink is a form of being vulnerable—regardless of your role—and vulnerability should always be treated with a certain amount of reverence. It’s an honor and a privilege to be able to play with people, not a right or a given.
Every time I think of Ray's sexy sports car I get so fucking horny. I want to do vile things with him in that car... Gerard can join too if they'd like.
gerard way x f!reader dumbification kink and gee likes treating reader like a fleshlight breeding tool :3
wait this but gerard owns a record label or something and reader is doing anything to get signed cause why not add a lil bit of power play as well
also i've never written dumbification nor breeding since idk i feel like my work is kinda vanilla 😭😭 sorry this isn't super aligned with the request/in as much detail as anon pictured
guys i tried so fucking hard not to use the teacher-rard photos that everyone else uses my computer is going to explode with how many files i have downloaded...
tw/cw: degradation, (implied) power abuse, slight dubcon, unsafe sex
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 NSFW BELOW CUT !
You had given up on trying to muffle yourself weeks ago. Your heavy moans and shrill whimpers pierced the otherwise quiet air in Gerard's office as he fucked you senseless. You were sure his assistant Frank could here you on the other side of the door.
As always, you were bent over Gerard's desk. His pens and papers were a mess, scattered across the dark, polished mahogany. Gerard was behind you, barely breaking a sweat as he pounded into you hard enough to graze your cervix.
His right hand resided on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled on your scalp. His left hand held you stable, setting a firm, bruising grip on your hip and occasionally landing harsh smacks against your ass, just to ensure you knew who was in charge.
Your nails scratched against the desk, your legs quivering with sheer arousal. Gerard had already worked two orgasms out of you with he himself finishing shortly after. Still, he wasn't the type to settle for only a couple rounds.
Continuing to fuck into your worn pussy, Gerard's cock only nudged his seed further inside of you. He never bothered with protection. Thank heavens you were on the pill. Despite your many private sessions with the guy, he found you to be as tight as ever. He never settled for a handy or a blowjob with you. Maybe he would with his other clients, but not you. You knew Gerard didn't love you, but he definitely loved your pussy. To him, you were just another hole, begging for fame and glory. Only he could give you that, and he made sure to remind you every time...
"Who do you belong to?" he huffed out, gripping your hair to pull your head back so you'd respond.
"You, sir..." you stammered, ending your words with another moan.
"Good girl," he praised you sternly, earning you a wet kiss on your shoulder blade. You shuddered at the feeling of his warm lips on your bare skin.
"Come on, honey," he cooed into your ear, "keep talking. Lemme hear how much you need it... How much you need me..."
His words had a sadistic tone to it. You were right where he wanted you, and you were right where you wanted to be. You gasped for air between your noises of ecstasy, searching for breath to finally force yourself to speak.
"I need you, sir. Please, please don't stop... I-I'll do anything for you... For your record label..." you were panting, a sweaty, flushed mess at this point. You could feel yourself getting closer.
Gerard smirked, pleased that you knew your place. "Don't stop now, baby..." he urged you to continue.
You muttered out cusses, unsure of how much longer you could take his deep thrusts. "Sir, please! I'll be so good for you. I'll-"
Your words were cut off by a sharp slap to your ass. Your skin stung, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of your g-spot being continuously hammered.
"What are you?" Gerard asked, his voice aggressive.
"N-Nothing..." you stammered out, your eyes starting to roll back. "Just a stupid fucktoy for you, sir."
"And?"
"I'm just your slut... A stupid fucking cum dumpster... Oh, fuck... Sir, please I-" you tried to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but it was too late.
The fluids of your arousal rushed out of you, coating Gerard's dick before landing on the floor of his office. You moaned out, practically shrieking in pleasure, your voice cracking from the high pitch. Your vision went white; you could've sworn you saw stars. Your body tensed up and quivered all at once, the knot in your stomach coming deliciously undone.
Gerard's thrusts stopped abruptly. "I didn't say you could fucking cum," he spat, deciding you were no longer worthy of his attention as he pulled out sharply, leaving your hole empty. A sense of incompleteness washed over you without his dick inside you. You had grown so accustomed to having him.
"I-I'm sorry, sir..." your voice croaked, throat dry from all your helpless moans and screams.
Gerard tsked, leaving you bent over his desk as he began to dress, not bothering to help you up nor clean up the wet mess dripping down the inside of your thighs.
"You should start pulling yourself together," he spoke, already lighting a cigarette between his lips. He paced around his office, seemingly returning to business as if nothing had happened between the two of you. He sat down at his desk, placing his face across from yours as you were frozen in your position. Gerard exhaled his smoke in your direction; you didn't even bother to hold your breath or protect yourself from the hazy nicotine, simply ingesting the secondhand toxins with a weak cough.
Momentarily taking the cigarette away from his lips, Gerard spoke again. "Are you just gonna lay there the whole day? I have shit to do, y'know," he said disapprovingly, glaring at you.
You nodded, eyes looking down with shame. You forced yourself to get up slowly, trying not to stumble as you collected your clothes off the ground. The office was silent besides the quiet ruffles of your fabric and the shuffle of papers Gerard was rummaging through.
"When's our next meeting?" you asked tiredly, bracing yourself for another snarky response.
Gerard hesitated before responding, keeping a neutral expression; you were often bothered by how difficult he was to read. "We won't have one," he finally stated.
Your heart dropped. You felt as though you could collapse, pass out, even die right then and there. All your work... all your efforts just gone. He said it himself. It was over.
And then Gerard put down his papers, meeting your horrified expression with a smirk. He let out an amused scoff.
"Relax," he commanded, "I mean you've made it."
You blinked. Your mouth still hung slightly agape with shock. You were sure you looked stupid right now. Gerard noticed that it wasn't completely clicking in your mind. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, begrudgingly going into further explanation.
Servicing milf G. I totally got this idea from someone else pls lmk if it was yours I can’t see my likes rn.
Licking up her pudgy body until latching onto her tiddies. Having the time of your life in between her and Ray until being pushed down onto her “cunt”. Loving the long breathy exhales she lets out as soon as you start sucking on her purpled cock.
Your head game gets sloppy asf (You start drooling) once Ray bullies his cock so far deep inside you to the point where you literally feel it in the middle of your stomach.
an: hi guys this is a oneshot i wrote in 2021 on wattpad it’s so fucking cheesy but i love it just thought i would grace you with it’s presence. also, frank ray and gerard? self indulgent bitchh.
summary: crybaby!reader has a teeny breakdown after being woken up in the backseat of ray’s car with gerard and frank, they all comfort their sweet girl.
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the drive back from rehearsal was quiet for once; no arguments, no music blaring, no frank trying to climb over seats for absolutely no reason. just pure exhaustion.
you’d lasted about ten minutes awake in the backseat before completely giving up. now you were asleep against the window, curled up under someones hoodie. mouth slightly open, tiny little snores every now and then, and unfortunately- “is she drooling?”
frank leaned closer. “yep”
“that’s disgusting.” ray teased lightheartedly.
“she’s asleep!” frank replied in an overly dramatised and protective manner. gerard twisted around from the front passenger seat. one look at you and he immediately softened.“aww.”
your cheek was squished against the seat, your curls were everywhere. and you looked so deeply asleep that they weren’t entirely convinced a small earthquake would wake you.
“poor thing,” ray said from the driver’s seat.
“she’s been running on like four hours of sleep.” frank carefully adjusted the hoodie that had slipped off your shoulder. you immediately snuggled deeper into it.
still completely unconscious. “awwww.”
“frank.”
“look at her.”
“frank.”
“she’s so little.”
“frank.” then the glowing golden arches appeared ahead. “mcdonald’s?”
“mcdonald’s.” five minutes later they were sitting in the drive-thru line. you remained asleep through the entire thing.
which everyone found impressive since you had a weird fucking obsession with chicken selects.
“can i get—” the speaker crackled, and ray started ordering. gerard was reading things off the menu. frank was absentmindedly playing with your hair. everything was peaceful.
until your eyes opened, slowly, confused, all heavy with sleep. you blinked, looked around, saw unfamiliar lights and heard voices. you felt disoriented, and immediately started crying.
not loudly, just… tiny, pathetic, sleepy and heartbroken little sobs. frank looked down. “oh no.”
you made a miserable noise, the kind only someone who’d been woken up too early could produce. “oh sweetheart.” frank immediately pulled you closer.
you practically collapsed into his chest, face buried in his hoodie. still half asleep. still crying. “i’m tired,” came the muffled complaint.
“i know.”
“i was sleeping.”
“i know.”
you let out another tiny sob. the drive-thru employee was still talking through the speaker. meanwhile there was a full sleepy emotional crisis happening in the backseat. gerard twisted around immediately. “aww.”
you just cried harder.
“oh no, don’t do that.”
your lower lip trembled. “i didn’t mean to wake up.” the sentence came out through little hiccuping sobs.
ray was trying very hard not to laugh, not because he was being mean, just because he knew exactly what this was. you always did this. if you got woken up while exhausted?tears. every time.
nothing was wrong, nobody had upset you. you were simply sleepy. “baby, we’re literally getting food.”
you sniffled. “i know.”
“and then we’re going home.” you gave a tiny nod.
“and everything’s okay.” another nod, you buried your face deeper into frank’s chest, still sniffling sadly.
the employee handed over the drinks. ray thanked them, pulled forward.
meanwhile gerard was fully turned around in his seat, concerned, despite knowing this would be over in approximately five minutes. “oh, sweetheart.” you looked up, eyes watery, hair sticking up everywhere, your sweet face warm from sleep.
“i don’t wanna be awake.”
“i know.” frank rubbed your back. “you’re okay.”
“can i go back to sleep?”
“you can literally go back to sleep right now.” you considered this, then immediately started crying again.
“why are you crying now?”
“i don’t know.” that finally made ray laugh, and you looked completely offended.
“sorry.” ray grinned.
“you’re just really cute when you’re sleepy.” you groaned and hid your face, a few minutes later the food arrived.
and, predictably— the tears began stopping. fries had magical healing properties. frank handed you one. you accepted it sadly, then another, then a nugget. by the third fry you looked noticeably better.
by the fifth? practically cured.
“look.” gerard pointed. “she’s recovering.”
“i’m fine.” your voice was still sleepy, but significantly less tragic.
“you were sobbing five minutes ago.”
“i was tired.”
“you’re still tired.”
“yeah but now i have fries.”
“fair.” then gerard noticed you slowly blinking at the drink in the cupholder. “what?”
you squinted. “tired…”
“you need a drink.” you shook your head, gerard rolled his eyes affectionately, then reached back, gently cupping your cheeks between both hands.
your face squished. “gerard-”
“drink.” he guided the straw toward your parted lips. you blinked, still too sleepy to protest.
then obediently took a sip. another. and another.
“there…” you swallowed.
a few seconds passed, then: “that’s actually really good.” the entire car burst out laughing.
twenty minutes earlier you’d been crying because consciousness had happened, now you were happily eating fries in frank’s lap while sipping coke. crisis completely resolved. frank kissed the top of your head.
ray shook his head, gerard smiled. and by the time they pulled back onto the road, your eyes were already drifting closed again.
Omg tmi but I just got my period and I’m literally dying so maybe a period comfort with gee or Andy or ray????
an: i chose ray hope that is okay!! im also on my period bruh can ray toro come and coddle me plz thanks
warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, crybaby!reader (but honestly this is no overreaction)
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you wake up feeling that familiar ache low in your belly, the kind that makes everything feel too heavy and too raw. tears already prick at the corners of your eyes before you even sit up, because your body is being mean again and you hate it. you’re curled up small under the blankets, shy and sniffly, when the bedroom door creaks open.
ray steps in, tall and steady, his presence filling the room like warm safety. he sees the way you’re huddled there, bottom lip trembling like a kicked puppy, and his face softens right away.
“mh- p-period-“ you manage to mutter out, head fuzzy from the pain.
“aw, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like always, but extra gentle for you. “c’mere, sweet girl.”
he climbs into bed without asking, boots kicked off somewhere, and pulls you straight into his chest. his big arms wrap around you like they were made for this, one hand rubbing slow circles on your lower back while the other strokes your hair.
“hurts?” he asks softly.
you nod against his shirt, letting out a tiny hiccup cry because the cramps are sharp and you feel so shy about being this needy. he doesn’t mind though. he never does.
“my poor little crybaby,” he coos, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “don’t gotta hide it from me. let it all out, yeah?”
you do. the tears come easier when he holds you like this, soaking into his shirt while he rocks you gently. he reaches over to the nightstand where he already set a heating pad, warm and ready, and slips it under your hoodie right against your tummy. the heat sinks in and you whimper in relief.
“good girl,” he praises, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “that’s it. breathe with me.”
he keeps one hand on your stomach, rubbing firm but careful, chasing the pain away. every few minutes he leans down to kiss your forehead, your temples, the tip of your nose, murmuring sweet things.
“my shy baby’s so brave. takin’ all this hurt and still lookin’ so pretty for me. you know i got you, right? always.”
when the tears slow, he helps you sip some water and brings you the little chocolate he stashed in his pocket because he knows how you get. you blush when he feeds it to you piece by piece, too shy to meet his eyes, but he tilts your chin up anyway.
“none of that hidin’. eyes on me, princess.”
you do, all soft and glassy, and he smiles that slow, proud smile that makes your chest warm despite everything.
he stays like that for hours, rubbing your back, keeping the heating pad fresh, letting you cry into his neck when another wave hits. sometimes he hums low in his chest, just a quiet rumble that vibrates against you and makes everything feel smaller, safer.
“love you like this too, y’know,” he whispers when you’re half-asleep against him, all cried out and clingy. “my sweet girl, just a little angel huh?”
you squeeze his shirt in your fist and he chuckles softly, pulling the blankets higher around both of you.
The Temperature Rises to a Boiling Heat | MCR x Drummer!Reader
(100 follower special WOWZA!!!)
10.8k words. . .
title from: Pierce the Veil - Song for Isabelle(also guys i learned how to play this song on guitar wow!!!! (you guys probably: shut the fuck up and give me my porn i don't wanna hear about your hobbies, carlyle))
summary: You were supposed to be back in Jersey by now. You all just wanted to be home, but of course, the bus just had to break down one state away. Oh well, staying just one night at a hotel can't be that bad, right? It only becomes a problem when everyone wants to take a shower... Seriously, what happened to privacy?! (By the way, I wrote this WITH NO WAYCEST. So for my ethical readers, this is safe for you guys.)
tags: mcr x reader, orgy, groupie, drummer!reader, afab anatomy reader, gender neutral reader/reader's gender identity not explicitly stated, shower sex, cucking, oral sex (both m and f giving and receiving), p in v, overstim, fingering, eiffel towering, frikey if you squint, fray if you squint, frerard if you squint, rayrard if you squint, rikey if you squint, ok it's fucking everything if you squint, you actually don't have to squint that much... i kinda made it super explicit, porn with plot, use of y/n, smut and fluff, i got not one but TWO friends to proofread this (fucking finally)
a/n: WOWOWOOWOWW THABK YOU GUYS FOR OVER 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!! i heart you all,, seriously thank you sm for supporting me on my writing journey! it means a lot to know that people enjoy my work, and actually look forward to my posts :D
anyway, in case it wasn't obvious enough in the summary, this is an mcr x reader fic (no specific era, though i imagined revenge or tbp personally) in which reader gets gang-banged in the shower by the band,, don't worry, there's NO WAYCEST (yes i said this in the summary, but i'm saying it again)!!! you'll see how i got around that if you decide to read this thing...
as always, enjoy!! and read at your own risk 👁️👁️
.⋆♱⃓ NSFW BELOW CUT !⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
You woke up with the sun shining through the tour bus windows. Time didn't matter once tours were over. You could sleep as long as you wanted now. No more quick costume changes, or rushing to stage, or caking on pounds of make up every night. You were finally home-
"Fuck!"
Frank's voice sounded from outside the bus. His hands slammed against the side of it, obviously upset by something.
It was only then that you smelled the sick scent of smoke.
You stumbled off the couch. Jeez, you didn't even make it to your bunk… What the hell were you doing last night? Oh well, didn't matter now. Rubbing the tired out of your eyes, you stretched, or at least stretched as much as you could in the confined space of the bus. In the middle of your makeshift "exercise", a sharp pain coursed through the side of your abdomen. You lifted up your shirt, finding a bruise above your hip. You looked back down to the couch. Looks like you slept on your drumsticks. Again. Tour burnout really makes you sleep anywhere.
Looking around, you realized the bus was empty. You guessed everyone was outside with Frank. It was nice of them to let you sleep. Or maybe they tried to wake you up, but you were somewhat dead. Not putting any effort into yourself to look at least somewhat presentable, you hobbled out of the bus to see what was going on, still wearing your clothes from last night and what was left over from yesterday's makeup.
Gerard was on the phone. So was Mikey. Ray hovered over the bus' smoldering engine. Frank paced around, mumbling curses under his breath. You didn't want to interrupt what Gerard or Mikey were doing, and you were afraid Frank would bite the next person who talked to him, so you decided to ask Ray what was going on, though you could probably guess already.
"Did she break down?" you asked disappointedly, your voice still hoarse from just waking up.
Ray sighed, fanning the air in front of him. "Yeah. I don't think we have the tools to fix her either…" He gave up on trying to assess the problem, growing weary of how much smog he was inhaling. Ray walked away from the bus, but left the engine cover opened, for fear that closing it would make it worse. You followed him.
"I'm assuming Gee and Mikey are trying to call a towing company then," you added. Ray nodded, confirming your assumptions. He glanced at Frank, who seemed somewhat calmer than earlier.
"We're just… trying to stay calm." He was still looking at Frank. It sounded like he only said that to convince himself to not give into panic like Frank had.
You sighed, rubbing your face. With your head still in your hands, you spoke, "Ugh… I just wanted to go home…"
Ray sympathized with your complaints, "Yeah, me too. I feel like shit."
Tours were always complicated. You loved them, and you were so incredibly grateful for the opportunity to have them, but they were also extremely time-consuming. Nobody had any time for themselves, which made it hard for everyone to properly care for themself. After living in the vehicle for months now, you were immune to it, but any outsider who stepped foot in that bus surely would've fainted from the smell. Even the smoke being emitted from the busted engine smelled better than the interior of that bus.
Mikey walked over to you and Ray, hanging up his call with an annoyed expression. Ray looked over to him. "So?" he asked expectantly.
With a sigh, Mikey shook his head. "They all have boyfriends now," he explained. "'Sorry, Mikes, but my place just can't hold that many people…' or whatever." He rolled his eyes to that. Ray let out a disappointed groan. "Seriously? All of them?" he asked again. Mikey nodded, as if annoyed by having to repeat himself, "Look man, I don't know what their problem is."
You assumed there was more context to this discussion that was given earlier when you were still asleep, but you could kind of infer what the situation was based on context clues. Ray gave Mikey an exasperated expression. "Yeah, man, I mean, it's not like you one-night-stand'd them last time we were in this town," he grumbled.
Mikey had an offended look on his face, "Hey that's not my-"
"Mikey, we were in this town for less than a week!" Ray cut him off.
"Okay well-"
"Five days! And you slept with seven girls! Seven!"
"Bold of you to assume they were all women…" Mikey muttered with a scoff.
Ray inhaled to say something else, but quickly facepalmed instead. "Oh my fucking God I'm so done with you…"
You were growing weary of this conversation. "I'm uh…" you started, both men looked up with a surprised expression, as if they had forgotten you were there. "I'm gonna check in with Fr-" you glanced at Frank, who was still angrily kicking dust at the side of the road, "…Gerard," you corrected yourself. Ray and Mikey shrugged you off, continuing their bickering as you walked away, their shallow arguments fading away in the distance.
Gerard was seemingly lost in thought; you assumed he was listening carefully to whoever he was speaking to on the phone. Not wanting to disturb his concentration, you tapped him on the shoulder, giving him a small smile and wave when he finally looked in your direction. He held his phone face down to his shoulder.
"Oh, hey, Y/n," he said, returning your smile. He gestured towards his phone, "I'm on hold."
You nodded. "Are you trying to find a place to stay like Mikey?"
He shook his head, "Nah, I'm with the towing company right now." He lifted up his phone, checking to make sure he was still on hold. Unfortunately, he was. His eyes flicked over to Frank, who had calmed down to just sulking with his back towards the bus. Gerard sighed, seemingly annoyed by Frank's pettiness (though everyone was used to it by now). "Frank!" he called out to him, "Go smoke a cigarette or something."
Frank crossed his arms. Gerard sighed, turning towards you. "The fuck's his problem?" You shrugged, not having an answer to Gerard's question. Though, you supposed Frank was having this peculiar tantrum because the tour was over, and he couldn't let his emotions out by being horny on stage; he didn’t even have a bus to jerk off on now.
"I'll check in with him," you said begrudgingly.
Gerard looked relieved, so grateful to not be the one to first speak with Frank. "You're brave, Y/n."
Hesitantly, you made your way to Frank. "Heyyy, Frankieee," you started, drawing out your syllables in an attempt to make yourself appear less… threatening? You weren't sure what you were going for, but you felt like if you had the wrong tone, Frank would personally rip your guts out.
"Hey, Y/n," Frank matched your tone, though seemingly more exasperated.
Well, at least he was talking to you. That's a good sign, right? "So… how are you holding up?"
Frank sighed, tilting his head back as he rubbed his face with his hands. "I'm so hungover…" he groaned through his fingers. "Fuck, man, I just wanna be at home." He exhaled, plopping his arms to his sides and standing (somewhat) straight as he turned to you, "Or at least be lying in a bed."
Frank's words caused your brain to make some sort of neural connection, because suddenly, you had an idea, "Oh my god, you're so right, Frankie!"
He looked at you, his brows furrowed as his face scrunched into a confused expression, "Huh? What's that look on your face for…?"
"Well, Mikey's… uh… hookups aren't willing to let us stay over, and the sun's almost down," you said, glancing up at the sky, "so why don't we just book a hotel?"
Frank blinked, momentarily silent. "Why didn't any of us think of that?"
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You announced your plan to the rest of the group. Everyone seemed somewhat ashamed that they hadn't thought of such an obvious idea sooner, shamefully scuffling around in the dirt.
“Why didn’t any of us think of that?” Ray asked rhetorically, impressed by your quick strategizing but also disappointed in his own abilities.
“I mean,” Mikey started, trying to reason out his and the rest of the guys’ daftness, “we’d only been out here for ten minutes or so…”
You gave an exasperated expression at that. “You guys are so overdramatic…” you said, facepalming. “The way you were all acting, I thought it had been hours!”
Frank shrugged, avoiding your gaze shamefully, knowing he was most at fault for the group freak-out. “...It was more like twenty minutes, I think,” he mumbled. You heard him, but also didn’t care enough to respond.
Well, at least somebody came up with an idea. It was better to have it later rather than never (though it really wasn’t much later, you thought, since it hadn’t even been half an hour out here). It took a few calls to finally book a place, which you weren't too upset about, considering the fact that the towing company was still on its way. (Thankfully, they had put Gerard off hold, and someone was heading over to pick up the bus.) All that was left to do was actually get to the hotel. Dialing 411, you were able to find information on the local taxi company in the area. You ordered a driver, using your surroundings and Mikey's phone's GPS to describe your location. (Mikey had the newest phone out of everyone, which wasn’t too surprising, considering the fact that whenever he had a sliver of downtime, he’d immediately resort to going on his phone.)
Nobody got anything out of the bus before it was towed, partially because everyone was too tired to remember to collect their belongings, and partially because nobody had the motivation to pack anything up. Whatever you guys had on yourselves at the moment was all you were bringing to the hotel. The towing company got to you guys just minutes before the cab, and you all bid farewell to your bus. As busted and shit-smelling as it was, you all hoped it would survive for at least another tour. Maybe it was stupid to get emotionally attached to a vehicle, but you couldn't help it.
The taxi finally pulled up to the side of the road, its chipped yellow paint job a sight for sore eyes. Opening the doors, you all collectively realized there was a slight problem: there weren't enough seats. Everyone turned to you.
"You didn't think to call a van or something?" Gerard asked, slightly annoyed.
You grumbled. You didn't appreciate that everyone was so quick to turn on you after you had basically just saved the day. You bent down, leaning into the cab to speak to the driver.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man, I'll just get a different car or something." You gave him an apologetic smile.
He shrugged, "Suit yourself kid." Wow, you were impressed by how easily that got taken care of. "But I'm still charging you for having me drive all the way out here." Welp. Nevermind then.
Your mouth hung agape, ready to fire curses at this guy, but you took a deep breath and stood up, facing the rest of the band. "Guys, come on," you begged, "let's just make this work."
If anyone still had energy left, this would've turned into an argument, but everyone was eager to just end the day and get somewhere to sleep.
"Alright, fine," Ray obliged with a sigh.
"How are we gonna fit though?" Frank asked.
You thought for a moment. "Well," you started, measuring the size of your bandmates in your head, "I suppose Ray can take shotgun, since he's tallest."
Ray pumped his fist, quietly celebrating while the rest of the band groaned in envy.
"Frank can be in the middle," you continued. Frank was about to start bickering with you, but you shot him a “shut-your-mouth-because-I-will-kill-you” glare. "Gerard and Mikey, you guys can be on either side of him."
Everyone started thinking about this seating arrangement, and Mikey was the first to state the obvious.
"What about you?"
Before answering him, you leaned into the cab again. "How law-abiding do your passengers have to be?" You asked the driver.
He laughed. Hey, at least he had a sense of humor. "As long as you pay me, I couldn't give a rat's ass what you guys do."
You thanked him, then faced the rest of the band again.
"I'll just sit on top of someone."
You said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. Everyone had their own shocked reaction; Ray's eyebrows raised, Frank's jaw fell, Gerard let out an amused huff of disbelief, and Mikey's face scrunched into an expression of doubt.
"Seriously?" Ray asked.
You nodded, confused as to why everyone was so taken aback by your solution. "Yeah." You looked around at everyone's faces again. "What's so wrong about that?"
Everyone blinked, exchanging glances with each other before awkwardly scuffling around and avoiding eye contact. Thankfully, the cab driver butted in, "So are y'all gonna get in or not?"
Everybody quickly snapped out of their trance, afraid that he'd charge them more if you guys waited around any longer. You stepped aside, letting everyone get in before yourself. Ray slipped into the front seat, relieved that his tall stature entitled him to such a privilege. However, he didn't dare lean his chair back, because he was sure the rest of the band would start a riot if he did. Mikey crawled in next, claiming the seat directly behind the driver. Frank got in after him, begrudgingly squeezing himself into the middle. Gerard took the last real seat, placing himself behind Ray. Once everyone had buckled their seatbelts (which took a surprisingly long time…), you finally got into the cab. Not wanting to exert more effort than necessary, you sat on the person closest to you, which ended up being Gerard. Positioning yourself on him, you heard him suck in a sharp breath behind you. You could've sworn you heard Mikey cuss under his breath. It almost sounded like… jealousy? No, you're just tired; you're probably imagining things.
You closed the door, turning your head over your shoulder, trying to look at Gerard as best as possible. "Sorry, does it hurt?" you asked him. He seemed to be in a trance. He blinked, stumbling on his words before answering you, "What? Oh- uh… No, not at all." You heard Ray snicker in front of you. You wondered what that was about. You glanced over to Frank to see his reaction and- Well, he was definitely not hungover anymore. Only a sober man could make that sort of expression. Deciding to not dwell on your… awkward predicament any longer, you cleared your throat, addressing the cab driver. "Um, we're all set!" you called from the backseat.
Suddenly, everyone’s fatigue had magically dissipated, and you could feel all the attention on you, whether your bandmates were looking directly at you and Gerard or not. Ray rested his elbow on the car door, leaning his face against the palm of his hand. From a quick glance, it seemed as though he was just being extremely attentive to his surroundings outside the cab. Though upon further inspection, you noticed his eyes shifting between the blur of the world and the sideview mirror, obviously trying to steal a few looks at you atop Gerard’s lap. Mikey held the same guise as Ray, seemingly staring out the window. However, he was more discreet than Ray, using the reflection of the glass to get a mirror view of you. Frank was the most obvious out of the bunch. It was hard to ignore his constant side-eyes along with his flushed face and pursed lips. You never took him for a cuck, but as the drive went on, the role seemed increasingly more fitting for him.
The hotel was only about 15 minutes away from where you guys were, but it seemed like hours to you. You tried not to move too much, because even just breathing seemed to make Gerard get all antsy. There was one moment you tried to adjust yourself to better see out the window, and you heard Gerard let out a strained gasp behind you. After that, you didn't dare move a muscle. You also tried to ignore the hardening lump poking at you through your jeans.
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Finally, you all made it to the hotel. You paid the driver, plus a 20% tip just for putting up with all your bullshit. Plus, you always tipped more when whoever was serving you didn't recognize you, or the rest of the band. It felt nice to be treated like a regular person. Trudging towards the front desk, you checked in. The receptionist informed you that your room was ready, and handed you a room key. You thanked her, and made your way into the elevator (that creaked the entire ride up), down the hallway (adorned with peeling wallpaper and stained carpet), and to your guys' room (which was surprisingly nice, you had to admit).
The room was pretty solid for a three-star hotel. It had two beds, a desk in the corner with a chair, and a bathroom. Mikey collapsed onto the bed. "Oh my God, I've missed this…" he sighed contently into the sheets. Frank practically sprinted into the bathroom. "I gotta take a leak!" He didn't even bother closing the door behind him.
You addressed the remainder of the band. "Ugh, I can't wait to shower," you stated. Ray looked at you with a puzzled face. "Woah, woah, woah… You? We all wanna bathe ourselves," he butted in. Gerard nodded, agreeing with him. You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, I don't wanna fight right now." You walked towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash my face," you called to Gerard and Ray, not even bothering to turn towards them.
Frank was still pissing. God, he really did have a lot to drink last night. He barely even looked up when you came in. Whatever. Everyone in the band was used to sharing a dressing room anyway. You leaned into the sink, which was right next to the toilet. You finally got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Yeesh. This is what you've been looking like this whole day? Frank could sense your embarrassment. He spoke up, "Don't stress it, Y/n. You pull off the ‘I'm-so-fucking-done-with-this-shit’ look." You weren't entirely sure if that was a compliment. Perhaps it meant to be. You supposed it was the thought that counts. "Thanks, Frankie," you responded, though it came out more doubtful than you intended.
As Frank flushed, you turned on the faucet, splashing your face with cold water. The room suddenly felt more crowded. Wiping the water from your eyes, you turned around to find Ray, who was stripping next to the shower. "The fuck are you doing?" you asked him, stepping aside to allow Frank to wash his hands in the sink. Ray looked at you as if his intentions were obvious. "Uh, remember? Everyone's tryna shower."
You blinked, dumbfounded. "The Hell? I already called dibs!" You crossed your arms, leaning against the counter. The sink squeaked behind you as Frank turned it off. Ray was slipping his pants off now, and you were desperately trying not to let your gaze wander. "Sharing is caring!" was his argument to you.
Your jaw dropped, the connotations of his words hitting you. You let out a scoff of disbelief, "No way! Anyone that tries to side with you on this is batshi-"
"Oh hell yeah! I'm all for saving water!" And suddenly Frank was undoing his own clothes as well. No. Fucking. Way. This had to be a fever dream.
"The fuck do you think you're doing now?" you asked Frank, completely astounded by this insane behavior.
Now in only his boxers, Ray brushed your complaints off. "Hey, we never said you couldn't join," he said as if it was the most casual thing ever. “Besides, you seemed so cozy with us earlier in the cab…” he added, muttering under his breath. He reached into the shower to turn the water on, waiting for it to heat up.
You were even more shocked now. "Why would I-"
"Oh come on, we change around each other all the time. How's this different?" Frank, too, was also in his underwe- Nope. Nevermind. He practically yanked those off as well. You stared at the ceiling. It was the ugliest ceiling you'd ever seen, but you acted as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"You guys are insane."
"And you're making it weird."
Ray agreed with Frank, "Yeah, it'll save us time anyway."
You wondered where the brothers were, hoping they still had a speck of sanity and could save you from this predicament. "Gee! Get your guitarists under control!" you pleaded, calling out to your frontman. Mikey stepped in instead, staring at his phone.
"He's already sleeping. I wouldn't wake hi- What the hell…?" He looked up from his phone, watching as a nude Frank got into the shower with Ray, the curtain wide open.
You gestured towards them, an exasperated look on your face. "See their bullshit?!" You had assumed Mikey would side with you. Mikey looked between you and the two, blinking dumbfoundedly.
"Saves water!" Frank called from the shower, an astonishingly stupid grin on his face.
"And time!" Ray added on, carrying an equally goofy expression.
Mikey sighed. He put his phone in the back pocket of his suffocatingly tight jeans. "Oh fuck it. I'm too tired to argue."
Just when you thought you couldn't be more shocked, Mikey had to drop the ball and fall for Ray and Frank's shitty persuasion. You watched as he stripped too, pulling his belt off and sliding out of his t-shirt. You let your head fall into your hands. "Oh my God you guys are fucking insane…" you grumbled into your palms.
"Oh come on, Y/n. Stop shielding your eyes. We don't mind if you see our dicks!" Frank teased you over the sound of the gushing water.
"Shut up, Iero!" you snapped back, looking at him just to better punctuate your words. Unfortunately, you couldn't help but let your eyes travel downwards…
The room exploded. Frank’s smile widened (though you didn’t think it was physically capable of getting any larger than it was…). Leaving his glasses on a nearby counter top, Mikey had gotten into the shower by now too. Everyone's clothes, besides yours, were scrambled on the floor. Frank pointed at you. "Too late! You gotta get in now!" he jeered.
Mikey raised an eyebrow, "Come on, Y/n. I'm already in. You're just missing out at this point."
You wanted to argue, or fight back, or something, but honestly, it was too late in the day by now. You had to succumb to the bullshit eventually. You huffed, annoyed. "Just for the record, you guys," you let your eyes flick downwards, then back up to their faces, "aren't even impressive."
The men all cheered as you finally started stripping. Soon enough, you joined them in the cramped shower. Ray drew the curtain as you came in. "It's still a bit cold," he warned as you stepped into the tub. The cool water hit your skin, making you flinch away.
You stepped away from the showerhead, your back hitting Mikey's chest. You felt something graze against your leg. His hands wrapped around your shoulders, stabilizing you.
"Careful, Y/n. Hey, we could warm you up, y'know…" he said with a look on his face. The rest of the guys giggled. You ignored them, dismissively rolling your eyes.
"How's this gonna work anyway?" you asked. Mikey's hands were still resting on the sides of your arms. "There's only one thing of soap, and half of us can't even reach it." You gestured towards the soap bottle, which resided on a shelf in the tile wall below the shower head.
Ray was directly under the stream, his curls absorbing the chilly water. Frank was next to him, seemingly unfazed by the undesirable temperature.
"Simple," Frank began to answer, "We'll just do this-" Frank collected water in his palm, pumping soap into it next. He rubbed his hands together, creating a mixture of the solutions before beginning to lather you with it. His touch stayed above your chest, focusing on your collarbones and shoulders.
You gasped at his touch, taken aback by his boldness and the coldness of his hands due to the water. "Frank what are you-" you started, but Ray interrupted you.
"Oh relax. Let us take care of you," he spoke as he began washing himself as well. This wasn't weird at all. Totally not.
You wanted to fuss, but you couldn't deny your enjoyment of the situation. "God, you guys are such dickwads…" Your bandmates had known you long enough by now to know that that was your version of consent. A satisfied smile crept onto all of their lips. Oh well, it’s not like you could ignore the growing heat between your legs any longer…
"Took you long enough," Mikey muttered behind you as he bent his head down to start licking and kissing your neck, not caring if the soap suds mixed with his tongue. You craned your head, allowing him more access to your sensitive flesh.
"Look, Y/n," Frank spoke again, switching with Ray so that he could get under the water, "we're all tired and horny." Rinsing off the remainder of soap on his legs, Ray finally allowed Frank full jurisdiction of the water.
Ray pumped more soap into his hands. "We promise it's just this once," he said, innocently smiling at you as if you all weren't showering together. You continued your unbothered act, despite the undeniable need pulsing through your core.
"Whatever, I can feel Mikey's boner behind me anyway," you tried to shift the attention towards someone else.
Mikey momentarily paused the suckling on your neck to respond, "Don't make me use it on you." He said it like a threat, but you hoped it was a promise.
Ray's large hands spread the soap over your body. He let his hands roam lower than Frank's had. He cupped your breasts, covering them with suds as his fingers gently plucked and twisted your nipples. Mikey dragged his hands to your waist, his previously gentle licks evolving into small bites and kisses deep enough to leave hickeys. Frank watched, leaving his back to the water, completely entranced by the scene before him. He fondled his stiffened dick, watching as the guys aroused you even further.
Mikey's boner was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, as it continued to stab into you from behind. You felt one of his hands leave your side, assumingly reaching for his dick instead. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I need to-"
"Go ahead," you responded, your voice already breathy, "I really couldn't give less of a shit anymore, Mikes." You felt him chuckle, his amused breath hitting the side of your neck.
He placed his dick in between your legs. He rocked his hips, using your thighs to get himself off. The friction of his length felt fantastic around your swollen clit, and you couldn't help but let out a soft mewl at the feeling.
"Ray, get the fuck out," Frank impatiently commanded, wanting his turn in the action as well.
"Iero, you bitch," Ray whined, though he let Frank push him aside. Leaning against the tiled wall, Ray took this opportunity to wrap his fist around himself, slowly pumping himself up and down as he bit his lip to contain his excited moans.
Once in front of you, Frank immediately leaned down to suck on your hardened nipples, not caring that they were covered with soap. He was used to the taste anyway, with how much he was forced to "clean" his mouth back in Catholic school. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling, not caring about what sounds you emitted at this point.
Mikey's thrusting was getting quicker, and you could tell he was getting increasingly desperate by the second. His hands were digging into your sides, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in your plush skin. "Oh God, I'm gonna-" Mikey's words were cut short by his orgasm. His forehead rested on your shoulder as he moaned into your shoulder blade.
Frank's mouth detached from your breast with a pop. "Mikey, wait-" he started, but his efforts were in vain. Due to his unfortunate placement of being in front of both you and Mikey, Mikey's cum ended up landing on the base of Frank's cock. Frank sighed, somewhat annoyed, but not too bothered. "Oh come, on."
"I did," Mikey joked, a dorky smile across his face.
Frank rolled his eyes, unamused.
Both you and Ray laughed at the situation. "We know you liked it, Frank," Ray chided. Frank's face continued to hold a humorless expression.
"Oh, cheer up, Frankie," you said, sliding Mikey's softening dick out from your thighs. "I'll clean it up for you."
With that, you began slowly sinking to your knees, eventually settling yourself in front of Frank. Ray and Mikey's eyes lit up, and with Mikey being recently spent, Ray took this opportunity to allow himself to join in on the fun.
Ray traded spots with Mikey, forcing him under the water instead. A slight scent of fire polluted the air as the stream made contact with Mikey's straightened, dead hair. Still recovering while on his cooldown, Mikey spent this time actually showering. The simple feeling of finally being clean after spending months on the road was almost enough to give him a second orgasm. He could feel his dick becoming half-hardened from just watching you and Frank anyway.
You gripped the base of Frank's cock, who instantly whimpered at the contact. He had been waiting so long for his turn, he was folding immediately. Mikey and Ray snickered at the pathetic sound. You found it amusing too, though it was a bit hard to laugh along when you were already sliding your tongue up and down his length. "Oh come on, guys! It's not-" Frank's complaints about his bandmates were cut short once he realized what you were doing to him. "Oh my God, Y/n… If you weren't in the band you would've made a great groupie…" Frank mumbled, already lost in ecstasy. His hand found its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair. You removed your mouth from him, though not before giving a light nibble as a threat, which earned a squeal of pain and pleasure from Frank. "Watch it, Iero," you said in reference to his crude statement. You spat on his cock to punctuate your words, to which he let out a moan.
"Hey, Frank finally has a point for once," Ray chimed in. Thanks to his position behind you, he was trailing his fingers along your spine, eventually resting his palms on your ass. He groped your plush skin, fondling and massaging it ever so gently, as if manhandling you too roughly would scare you away, as if you weren't already arching your back for your best friends and even sucking one of them off, as if you couldn't feel Ray's gaze on you and his desire to go further than just groping. Well, his politeness was nice, at least.
Just as you set a pace on Frank, your head bobbing up and down his tip while your fist twisted around his base, Ray decided to ask you something, "Y/n, do you mind if I-" Not bothering stop your efforts on Frank, you nodded your head and let out a muffled "Mhm" in response, giving Ray your consent. The noise sent vibrations up and down Frank's dick, and he pushed your head down on him further. "Ah, fuck… I-I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to-"
With a wet slurp, Frank's shaft left your lips. "Oh please, Frank. I'm not new to this." Adjusting yourself in the tub, you gripped Frank's hips as you slowly swallowed his full length, your nose against his pelvis as you looked up at him, wet lashes fluttering with each teary-eyed blink. Frank's head was thrown back from the feeling. You kind of wished that he would look down to see the expression you were giving him, but you also knew that if he was looking, he probably would've cum on the spot. At the same time, Ray's demeanor had completely shifted. You felt a hard slap as Ray's palm landed against your ass. You moned into Frank's dick. Barely a second later, he was a whining mess.
"Ass up, sweetheart." You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into with Ray, but the total contrast to his usual caring, kind-hearted personality made you undeniably wet. You did as he said, back arching as you pointed your lower end into the air. Your legs spread as your knees rested against either side of the tub, perfectly exposing your slick, puffy folds to him.
There was a moment of hesitation, presumably as Ray admired the sight before him. You longed for some contact, for something to properly pleasure you after all the teasing you’ve endured. Fortunately (but also unfortunately) for you, your wish came true quick. Your eyes widened as Ray's cock split your pussy open. You almost bit Frank's dick at the feeling, but you mustered all your strength not to. With your muffled cry of shock, Ray could clearly tell you weren't used to his size. You figured that Ray would be bigger than average, given his tall stature and broad frame, but you hadn't fathomed how big he truly was.
"Sorry, Y/n, I know it hurts," there was the thoughtful Ray you were used to.
"But you'll get used to it," and there was the horny Ray you currently had.
Ray and Frank fucked into you at an opposite pace, causing you to rock back and forth parallel to the length of the tub. You were impressed by how synchronized their thrusts were, but you somewhat expected it due to them being professional musicians. Still, being the drummer, you were used to being the one to have to maintain the tempo. So it was nice that the rest of your bandmates were doing it for one, even if the situation was unconventional, to say the least.
Mikey was preoccupied with actually bathing himself. Besides, he couldn't get a good view of you behind Frank, who was facing away from him, and you were the main attraction as of right now. Still, Mikey didn't want to be completely left out of the activities, so he attempted to be optimistic for once in his life. Pondering about it further, he decided that Frank didn't have such a bad ass after all…
"Oh my God, Mikey, are you getting off to Frank?" Ray asked, his words coming out between strained huffs of desperation. Even that made you refocus from gagging on Frank's cock and getting your back blown out by Ray. It was a bit hard to see around Frank's body, but you caught a glimpse of Mikey's hand wrapped around his own dick, his fist clutching it tightly as he worked himself up and down. Frank paused his mouth-fucking of you momentarily to turn back to Mikey, but Ray didn't stop his efforts. If anything, you could've sworn he was going deeper and harder now. Was he seriously getting more turned on by a guy jerking himself off to another dude? Oh well, whatever floats his boat.
"Mikey, I swear to God if you cum on me again…!" Frank scolded Mikey from over his shoulder. A part of you believed that Frank was actually close to cumming, due to his wavering voice, and him discontinuing his thrusts into your throat was his way of not only focusing on reprimanding Mikey, but also edging himself so that he may last longer.
Mikey continued to stroke himself, his eyes half-lidded as his head was tilted back, resting on the tile wall behind him. "Fuck you, Iero…" he panted out, stifling a moan as he bit his lip. "Either stop me yourself, or just take it again." Mikey was obviously overstimulated from touching himself so shortly after his last orgasm, as evident by his whimpers and choked back groans.
Frank rolled his eyes. "By the looks of it, it seems like you're gonna fuck me." Despite his remarks, Frank was too worn to fight against Mikey, who was repeatedly muttering "So close" under his breath. Frank looked down at you, his face already flushed. You looked up at him, brows furrowed and teary-eyed as Ray continuously hit your g-spot. You were beginning to see stars, and your nails dug even harder into Frank's sides just so you could have something to ground you as Ray fucked into your tight cunt mercilessly. You felt Frank's dick twitch against your tongue, an involuntary physiological reaction to him seeing your disheveled state.
"Holy shit, Y/n…" Frank admired. You couldn't respond if you wanted to. Frank fastened both of his hands behind your head, his fingers digging into your scalp. As he guided your head up and down his shaft, he thrusted in and out of your mouth at the same time, making sure he was making the most out of your face, practically turning it into his own fleshlight.
Tears fell from your face from the pain of gagging on Frank mixed with the pleasure of Ray stretching you out. Everyone's sounds filled the hotel bathroom, creating a cacophony of pleasure, a song of ecstasy. You came first; from there, it was a domino effect. Your scream of a moan was muffled by Frank shoving his dick deep into your mouth. The vibrations from the sound pushed him over the edge, causing him to whine and release his load down your throat. The warm, thick liquid coated your tongue, eventually pooling out of your mouth and dripping from your lips to the bathtub floor, mixed with your saliva.
Watching Frank cum was enough to make Mikey reach his own orgasm as well. The feeling of Mikey's ejaculation and the, now lukewarm, sprinkle of shower water on Frank's back sent shivers down his spine. Mikey let out a moan, followed by quick gasps of air. Coming down from his high, he slumped against the shower wall. Without him obstructing the stream, the shower water came down on Frank, who let out a relieved sigh as it hit his skin, grateful that he could finally treat himself to a proper shower now that the tour was over. (And a good blowjob as an added bonus.)
Ray's thrusts were beginning to get sloppy, a signal that he was nearing his own release. Even with his unrhythmic motions, his sheer size was enough to pleasure you anyway, whisking you into a realm of overstimulation. Though he was enjoying the vibrations of your moans on his softening cock, the simple pleasure of a nice, warm shower was calling to Frank. In contrast to before, he gently held your head and slowly pulled out of your mouth. You had swallowed the majority of his cum, but the rest dribbled from your chin to the floor and down into the shower drain. Without Frank's dick to muffle you, your noises filled the bathroom. A look of slight regret that he had cum so soon spread across Frank's face, as your needy whines were particularly enjoyable to him. Still, he was physically forced to go on cooldown, at least for now.
"Move over, Mikey," Frank tiredly demanded, still catching his breath after coming down from his high as he lightly pushed Mikey out of the way. All the while, you and Ray were still going at it in the background. Ray seemed to like the way you sounded as well, as a steady rhythm found its way back into his thrusts.
"All yours, Frankie. I'm done anyway," Mikey said, finally regaining some semblance after his previous arousal-induced desperation. With that, Mikey turned over the shower to Frank, opening the curtain to step out and wrap a towel around himself. He grabbed his glasses off the counter, then turned to look at the remainder of you still in the tub.
"Holy shit, Y/n, you should've been a porn star instead…" Mikey murmured, eyeing you up and down (though with your position, it was more like right to left) as you continued to get railed by Ray. His eyes shifted to Frank, at which he raised his brows. "You're not too bad yourself, Frank."
Frank was taken aback by the statement, causing him to pause in the midst of shampooing his hair. "The fuck does- What are you looking at right now?"
Frank had a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face, and a light blush was beginning to coat his cheeks. Mikey only shrugged in response. "I better get Gerard in here before Ray stops," he said, dodging Frank's question."He'd kill me if he ever missed out on this shit," he mumbled to himself as he sauntered out of the room to call over his brother.
Gerard stumbled in only a few moments later, still groggy from being so haphazardly woken up. "God, Mikey, what the hell was the matter… And go put on something besides that tow- Holy fuck." Then suddenly he wasn't tired anymore. Gerard's jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. Before you could even look at Gerard's reaction yourself, you felt your orgasm crashing down on you.
"Holy fuck… Ray, I'm gonna-" you mumbled out, though your words were cut short as you cried out a moan in reaction to your ecstasy.
"Me too, Y/n…" Ray huffed out between labored pants.
The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed Ray over the edge. Still caring about your own health, Ray whipped his hips to give you one final thrust before sharply pulling out, splattering all over your back with a whimper, leaving you with an aching feeling of emptiness without his fat dick inside of you. Without Ray plugging you up anymore, you felt a liquid draining from between your legs. In the humid shower, you couldn't tell if it was water or your own fluid of ecstasy. Based on your distance from the actual stream, you assumed it was the latter.
The sight of you and Ray cumming together was enough to arouse Gerard. Immediately, he began stripping himself, eager to join the three of you in the tub. Mikey was off to the side, leaning against a wall with his gaze fixed to his phone as he used his GPS to look up nearby restaurants or takeout options. "Hey are you guys hungr-" Mikey started, though his speech was interrupted as he looked up to see his brother, removing himself from the constraints of fabric. Within a matter of milliseconds, Mikey averted his gaze, even going so far as to take off his glasses.
"Y'know what, I'll just- I'm going out," he said blindly collecting scattered clothes from the bathroom floor. He didn't care if they were his or not, he just needed something to wear in the outside world. Copying your strategy from earlier, Mikey’s eyes became fixed on the ceiling. He quickly evacuated the bathroom, though not before stumbling into the doorframe.
The rest of the guys seemed to have no shame being fully nude in front of Gerard. You assumed they have before. After all, back in the early days of the band they'd have separate dressing rooms from you since you weren't fully comfortable with them yet. Still, they seemed a bit too nonchalant about the whole situation. You weren't exactly surprised though. After all, you had suspected some sort of secret romance between Gerard and-
Before you could finish that thought, the sensation of Gerard's tongue licking up Ray's mess on your skin flooded your senses. You called out his name in a surprised yelp; you didn't even have time to feel embarrassed about your frontman seeing you nude and fucked.
"I'm sorry, Y/n," Gerard panted out, still continuing his efforts despite his apologies, "I couldn't help myself."
It was all a blur as the men rearranged themselves around you. Water splattered everywhere from the messy restaging, now actually hot from how long the showerhead had been on. This time, Ray took his turn under the shower. Frank had somehow ended up behind you, with you laying back on his chest. In front of you, Gerard was positioned between your legs. The small, cramped space of the shower forced you all to somewhat uncomfortably contort to fit everyone in the tub. Because of this, Gerard wasted no time hooking your knees over his shoulders. Gerard's fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, making sure your legs stayed securely atop his frame. Frank's arms wrapped around you, partially for the purpose of holding you in position, and partially so that he could fondle and touch the delicate skin of your torso.
Despite the awkward pose you were in, any thoughts on your stiffness or pain was immediately redirected to the pure pleasure you felt as Gerard slowly dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Any complaints about your position were immediately replaced by a low moan falling from your lips. Frank whispered in your ear, "You sound so sweet, baby…"
Normally, your bandmates wouldn't call you anything besides your name, or some bitchy insult, but the circumstances were different today… Tonight? Fuck, you didn't even know what time it was. It didn't matter anyway, all that mattered was Frank's touch, his calloused hands from years of guitar playing kneading at your breasts, and Gerard's flat tongue drawing circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.
All the while, Ray was enjoying his shower. The view of Gerard's face buried nose-deep in your cunt mixed with the sight of Ray's soapy body would've put even the hottest of porno films to shame. Not to mention the physical pleasure you were receiving from the two men on you. It was hard to enjoy the scene in front of you when your eyes kept rolling back as Frank kneaded your hardened nipples between his inked fingers and Gerard continued to flick his tongue around your swollen core. As if these sensations weren't enough, you felt Gerard slip two fingers in, not wanting to waste time by only using one. He was determined to make you an overstimulated mess. Your tears of pleasure mixed with droplets of shower water as Gerard curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet, fleshy spot that made your mind go numb.
Ray was beginning to wrap up his shower. He looked down, finally focusing on what was happening to you, though his eyes seemed to linger on Gerard. "Y'know, Gee," he started, "you just came in, so you haven't really washed yourself yet."
Gerard mumbled a small hum against your pussy as a form of response, signaling that he was acknowledging Ray's words despite his back being turned to him at the moment. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to begin grinding your hips into his face. Your hands groped around the slippery tile, fingers grasping for something to claw on to no avail.
In the midst of your own heat, Ray had sunk to the floor of the tub, positioned behind Gerard as he continued his statement from before.
"Here, let me help you out."
Ray's large hands ran up and down Gerard's back, scrubbing it intimately. For now, he left his head untouched so that Gerard could continue focusing on diligently eating you out. You couldn't see it from your angle (and especially not with your head thrown back from pleasure), but Ray's hand had slipped underneath Gerard, fingers trailing down his stomach to his already hardened, precum-dripping cock.
The bodywash had rinsed off Ray's palms by now, and his clean hands grazed Gerard's thick length. Gerard moaned at the contact, your dripping cunt absorbing the vibration. You were still distracted by your own pleasure, so you didn't notice when Frank shifted to expose his hips, letting his dick spring out next to you. Gerard caught on. Letting go of your other thigh, his hand reached for Frank, stroking him at the same pace that Ray was touching him. Having recharged quickly from his earlier orgasm, Ray found himself to be desperately hard again. Using his free hand, he began to fist his own cock, matching the rhythm of Gerard and Frank
The shower was once again filled with a harmony of pleasure. Frank's whines split the air as Gerard's low groans seeped into your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Ray moaned out silent pleads no one in particular, and you begged for release as Gerard continued his efforts on you.
Your vision blurred as you came, electric shocks of ecstasy coursing through your body. You twitched and writhed from stimulation, though Frank's hands continued to hold you down. Under any different circumstances, Gerard would have continued pleasuring you. In fact, your orgasm would only motivate him more to force you into overstimulation. However, he wanted to focus on his own pleasure. Ray's large hands engulfed his cock perfectly, squeezing it tight as precum flowed from his tip. Gerard let up, his head detaching from your clit with a pop. Your fluids coated his fingers. He slowly dragged his hand out of you, shaking from the pleasure Ray was giving him.
Admiring the white liquid covering his hand, he decided to use it as lubrication to help get Frank off. Switching hands, he began stroking Frank with the same appendage that had been fingering you just moments earlier. Coming down from your high, you were able to bear witness to all of this. Never in a million years would you have thought your bandmates would do something like this — let alone even consider something like this — yet here you were… in the middle of a circle jerk. Triangle jerk? Jerk assembly line? You weren't sure, but one thing you did know is that you were very much enjoying what was happening around you.
With the added feeling of your warm cum used as lube, Frank itched for another release. His core was burning, much like the shower water, though no one had any particular desire to pause what they were doing and change the temperature. Frank came, letting out a needy whine as he threw his head back, just barely clearing the wall and saving himself from bashing his skull against the tile. Thanks to Gerard, Frank's release was aimed towards you, landing on your stomach.
Achieving a sense of mental clarity after his orgasm, Frank took note of your uncomfortable expression, realizing you were trapped in your contortionist, mating press-like position. Frank began to shift, trying to help you readjust. Thankfully, Ray and Gerard took the hint, begrudgingly edging themselves and stopping their actions so that you could get up.
Now, you found yourself underneath the shower head. The water eased any tensions in your muscles and rinsed away the mess Frank made on you. Of course, your peace didn't last for long as you found Gerard prop himself up behind you.
"Jesus, Y/n, how'd they even convince you to do this," he asked rhetorically, following his words with a giggle.
You shrugged, turning to him. "I'm just as surprised as you are, Gee."
His eyes raked over your body, fully taking in your form. Desperate and craving the release he was denied seconds ago, he met your eyes again, a pleading look in his gaze. "Can I-"
Before he could fully ask, you cut him off. "I don't see why not, at this point."
That was the only response he needed. Before you knew it, you were propped against the shower wall with his hand holding one of your legs up. Ray and Frank watched in amusement. Though Frank was spent, he still knew that Ray hadn't gotten the chance to fully get off.
"Oh Rayyy…" Frank cooed in a sing-song tone. Ray rolled his eyes, as though exasperated by his friend.
"Someone oughta shut you up, Iero."
In your peripheral vision, you stared in awe as Ray's mouth met Frank's, cutting off his quips. Frank's hand darted towards Ray’s still erect dick, quickly stroking it with the intent to give him the release he so desperately craved. You were so accustomed to Frank being gay on stage with Gerard that the thought of him kissing another man never came into mind, but it's not like you were complaining about it… You supposed it made sense, kind of. After all, Ray and Frank were both guitarists. Though, this whole series of events was making you realize they had more in common than just instrumentation.
Snapping your attention back, you were suddenly aware of the feeling of Gerard's length rubbing between your legs. You shuddered at the touch, your clit overly sensitive from your previous orgasm. Gerard teased, lightly rolling his hips as his dick grinded against your sensitive folds. Your nails dug into the wall behind you, sliding against the slick tiles.
Gerard's eyes met yours, silently asking for permission once again as he looked up at you through his wet bangs. Already heated, you were barely able to muster a coherent response.
"Please…" you whined, not only consenting to him, but rather begging him to continue. That's all Gerard needed to hear before slamming into you. After Ray's dick, Gerard's wasn't particularly hard to take, but the sudden sensation earned him a gasp of a moan out of you. As Gerard set a pace, the sound of wet skin slapping joined your noises of pleasure in the thick, steamy air of the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Frank was still jerking off Ray, who was nipping his neck now. Frank watched as Gerard fucked into you, not knowing who he was more jealous of. For now, watching would suffice, as he wasn't sure he still had it in him to go another round. Still, his senses were heightened from his recent orgasm, causing him to shudder with each bite from Ray.
Gerard maintained a steady grip on your body, ensuring you wouldn’t slip in the cramped shower. Your leg was propped up by one of his arms, while his other hand held onto your hip. He watched the obscene sight of your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, mesmerized by your body, yet also slightly regretful that he had never taken the chance to see it like this until now. He wasn't sure what turned him on more, the feeling of your plush thighs in the palms of his hands, the way you moved in rhythm with him, your flushed face contorted with pleasure, or the lewd sounds of ecstasy breathlessly falling from your lips. Either way, he was grateful for the chance to witness all four, and he took a sense of pride knowing that it was him who had brought you to this state.
Ray had stopped his advances on Frank, his eyes tightly shut as he focused on the pleasure the shorter man was giving him. All Ray could manage was ragged breaths, his low moans mixing with yours as shockwaves ran through his bones with each stroke. Frank's wrist was growing tired from his efforts, though thankfully they were not in vain. Within the next moment, Ray had finally reached his sweet release, his thick ropes splattering along the floor of the tub, eventually mixing with the scalding shower water and finding its way down the drain. What didn't land on the floor landed on Frank, who — if in his usual mindset — would have quickly spouted an insult towards Ray and done everything in his power to rid himself of the liquid, but right now, he didn't seem to mind being painted by Ray.
As if on cue, Gerard came as well. You viewed this as not just a coincidence, but a testament to the two's camaraderie. After all, a vocalist must be on time with their guitarist. Gerard, with the same mentality as Ray earlier, quickly pulled out, coating you with his cum as he shot it across your torso.
Everyone was coming down from their high. The sound of panting filled the bathroom, mixing with the steamy air to create a humid monument of the ecstasy that had just occurred. Too spent to move a single limb, everyone stayed in their position for a few more moments, collecting their thoughts as well as their breath. From outside the bathroom, the sound of a door opening and closing alongside some clumsy rustling could be heard. Looks like Mikey had come back.
"Hey guys! So, I texted all of you, but no one responded, so I just got cheese and pep-" Mikey spoke as he walked into the bathroom, completely unaware of what had just happened in his absence. Once his eyes laid witness to the sight, his words were immediately cut off, too shocked to speak. The sight of everyone flushed and covered in cum was too much for him to handle.
"…You guys could've at least closed the curtain…" he sighed, sharply turning around and exiting the bathroom. If he had stayed any longer, he might've accidentally looked at his brother, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Mikey's interruption was just what everyone needed to be snapped out of their trance of arousal. Awkward looks were exchanged with the clearing of throats and incoherent mumblings. Everyone came to the consensus that it was about time to actually get cleaned off.
Having four people in a shower proved to be inefficient. Since Ray had already bathed himself, he saw himself out, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. Frank had also washed himself earlier too, but now he was covered in Ray's release. So, he found himself under the stream of water first, quickly rinsing off before allowing you and Gerard full access to it.
The whole process was silent, not because of sudden shyness or guiltiness, but because everyone had been moaning and whining for so long that all your throats were now sore and dry. Thank God you guys were off tour, or else this would've been absolutely treacherous for Gerard.
Ray and Frank collected clothes off the floor, not really caring whose they were. After gathering their bundle of fabric and dressing themself, they left the bathroom. Now it was just you and Gerard. You had offered to let him have full control of the shower, since he was last to join, though he politely declined, saying that you needed it the most because you were probably unbelievably sore. Admittedly, the aftermath of what had happened had not physically hit you yet, but who were you to decline a nice, hot, well-deserved shower?
You found yourself directly under the boiling stream. Jesus, someone should've turned this thing down. You were sure you and the rest of the band had just cost the hotel half of their heating bill for the rest of the year. Oh well, you made a mental note to tip the room service well the next morning. Still not wanting Gerard to be completely left out, you shifted slightly in the small tub, allowing for a fraction of the stream to hit him. He caught on to your advances, and found it hard to deny himself the simple pleasure of a good shower (just like you had earlier).
Once the two of you were done, you finally turned off the shower. The faucet seemed like it was about to explode, almost like it was disappointed by being turned off after running for so long. You pursed your lips, feeling slightly guilty for how much water you guys had used up. There goes Frank's earlier argument of a group shower being "environmentally friendly." Yeah right.
You weren’t sure whose clothes you grabbed, but you put them on regardless. You were just grateful that your bandmates had left your underwear alone, as you weren't sure how you'd feel if you had to wear one of their pairs instead of your own… Actually, you did know how you felt about that thought: you hated it.
-
Stumbling out of the bathroom with Gerard (you realized you now had a limp, though you weren't surprised by it), you found the rest of the band lounging on a bed, eating the pizzas that Mikey had bought. Mikey in particular was eating more than usual. Perhaps he was eating his feelings away as a form of coping after having to witness the sight of his brother having sex with his drummer.
You and Gerard crawled onto the bed, joining the rest of the group. You had to admit, you were pretty hungry after everything. With the TV blaring in the background playing some shitty slasher film, everything was back to normal. Small conversation was being held.
"Y'know what? Fuck you, Toro. Why the hell would you cum on me?"
Alright, maybe it was more jabber than conversation.
Ray looked exasperated at his fellow guitarist's remark. "You say that like I was aiming for you."
Frank shrugged. "You probably were!" he argued. "You know," Frank continued, "you wouldn't be the first one in the band aiming for me…" He seemed to be alluding to something, though it was painfully obvious what he meant as Gerard averted his gaze and a light blush was beginning to form on his cheeks.
"Alright, guys, I think we're all spent for the night," Mikey cut in, not particularly wanting to watch his brother get hit on. "Let's just keep the flirting to a minimum."
You whined. "Aw, Mikey, you're no fun," you jokingly complained, to which he rolled his eyes at.
"Hey, Y/n, don't even start that shit because you know we'd do something about it," Frank chimed in.
Gerard laughed at Frank's boldness. "You say that like you'd be the top," he said, taking a bite out of his pizza.
"W- Well…" Frank stammered, trying to come up with something to defend his honor, though it was a bit futile as everyone knew the truth by now. "I mean, Y/n blew me! That counts for something!"
That might have been the worst argument you'd ever heard in your entire life. The whole band ended up snickering at that.
"Frankie, just give it up," Ray said, placing a condescending hand on his shoulder.
Begrudgingly, Frank did quit his defensive act, seeing that there was no use for it. The rest of the night continued relatively similarly, though as time passed, everyone found themselves (unfortunately) captivated by whatever janky horror movie Mikey had put on. It was so bad you thought it was satire at some point.
The pizza was gone in a matter of minutes. You silently judged yourself and the rest of your band, knowing that Mikey had bought five boxes. Oh well; that was tomorrow's problem. You were sure it wasn't night anymore, but rather early morning of the next day. Whatever, you didn't care enough to check the clock, even though it was right next to the bed on the nightstand.
You weren't sure when, but a sudden heaviness began to befall your eyelids. Slowly, sleep fluttered the subconsciousness of your mind, fading in and out of your thoughts like tides on a shore, a well-needed relief from the eventful day you had. Eventually, the temptation of slumber completely took you, washing over you like a wave.
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It seemed that everyone had let their tiredness take over, completely forgetting anything other than getting rest. The sheets weren't even undone, with everyone lying on top of them, and on top of each other. Meanwhile, the TV still continued to play in the background, filling up the silence of the room and acting as a makeshift source of white noise. No one got to see the end of that shitty movie.
Your skin was covered in heat rashes and hickeys. You knew you'd be sore tomorrow. You knew you'd feel it in the morning. You knew you probably wouldn't be able to properly walk without some sort of assistance.
But none of that mattered to you.
All that mattered to you were the people snuggled close.
All you cared about right now were the individual rhythms of each of their hearts, the shallow murmurs they emitted while deep in their slumber, and the way their chests rose and fell with each soft inhale and exhale.
The other bed was left untouched, empty and pristine.
All you cared about right now was in this bed.
You cared about them now.
You cared about them before everything.
And you would care about them forever.
a/n: i know i've already thanked you, but i honestly haven't enough. i've never really written this seriously before, and i feel like being so active here has actually improved my writing. i was also in a slump for a long time, so this really brought back my abilities.
honestly, i was ready to just stop creative writing entirely since my work on ao3 (no shade, still love that site) wasn't doing too hot. plus, there was no one in my real life (my friends are supportive don't worry, they're just not into the fandoms i'm into) i could share my writing with.
so thank you guys for sticking through this with me, from my angst to my smut to my headcanons and fluff (and even my drawings, for those that are extremely committed to my blog), it means a lot to know that whatever i make, there's people out there, complete strangers, who look forward to viewing it. you guys motivate me so much. maybe this is too sappy to say after... well, i wrote an entire fanfiction about you getting railed by all of mcr. anyway, my point is, sorry for being so sentimental, but i'm extremely grateful for all the support i've gotten for this blog, no matter if you follow, reblog, like, comment, or simply just skim through my work.
thank you guys. i love you all!
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Ray spent the next few days sneaking around and making excuses to get you alone, checking up on you in your bedroom in the night. He didn't stay overnight in your room since the last time, keeping his visits short and being more cautious so not to get caught while you both developed your plan to run away.
It had to be before your wedding, you were adamant. It would only make it harder and more complicated once you were wed, and you would be forced to move in with your soon-to-be husband and away from Ray. The thought of it made your blood run cold.
Agnes knew something was going on, and she had an inkling of what it was, but she didn't probe. She kept your father's suspicions at bay by giving him small updates about your condition, trying to buy you time before the wedding.
Two days before your wedding, you had asked her for a favour.
"Please pass this message on to Ray," you pleaded as she laced up your corset. "It's urgent that you do."
Agnes gave you a concerned look, sighing deeply, before nodding her head.
You handed her the small piece of paper, and she tucked it into her sleeve, then dipped her head and turned to exit your chamber.
"I trust that you know what you're doing, my lady, but I urge you to be careful. The king has been asking questions."
With that, she left you alone in your room. You laid down on your bed, placing your hand softly over your stomach as you closed your eyes.
The note that Agnes was to give to Ray was about your meeting place. Your father was having a gathering the night before your wedding, and would be sure to have quite a bit to drink, so you and Ray were going to leave that night once he was in bed.
After laying there for what felt like hours, you decided to go for a walk around the gardens. You made your way out of your chamber and towards the castle doors, when you heard hushed talking.
"Take care of her," Agnes whispered as you peered around the corner. "And take care of yourself. The king will have your head if he finds out."
You winced, your knees going weak at the words.
"I will risk my life for the Princess, if it means she has a chance of a happy life," Ray responded, taking the note from Agnes' hand and holding it to his chest.
You stepped around the corner and cleared your throat, your eyes teary as they both snapped their heads around to look at you. Agnes gave you both a pointed look, then dipped her head and excused herself.
"I want to go for a walk around the gardens," you told Ray as you approached him. "May you escort me?"
Ray looked at you for a second, his brown eyes burning into you, then nodded his head with a soft smile and followed behind you out of the castle doors.
When you were both far enough away from the castle, hidden behind towering bushes and trees, you slipped your hand into Ray's. He tensed, looking around quickly before stroking his thumb over the back of your hand.
"How are you feeling today, my sweet?" He asked quietly.
"I'm awfully tired, but I couldn't stare at the walls any longer. I can't wait to get away, Ray. I feel like I'm imprisoned and my execution is around the corner."
Ray frowned, stepping in front of you and halting your footsteps. He placed his hand on the side of your face, shaking his head.
"Don't say such awful things, princess."
"But it's true! I'm being given away to a man I don't know. A man I can never give my heart to because it belongs to somebody else." You placed your hand over his, turning your face into his touch and letting your eyes flutter closed as he leaned down to press his lips softly to yours.
You slid your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he placed his hands on your hips and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue flick out to graze yours as he moaned quietly.
You heard a twig snap, and you both pulled away quickly, stepping back to put some space between you as you looked around in a panic for the source of the noise. When you couldn't see anyone, you both relaxed a little, but neither of you made an attempt to touch again.
"We should not be so careless," Ray sighed as you both turned to walk back towards the castle. "As much as I want to have you, we shouldn't take anymore risks."
"I agree," you mumbled reluctantly. "Just one more day. That's all."
Ray left your side with a small bow as you stepped back inside of the castle walls, and you made your way to the library to spend the time before dinner burying your face in books.
Dinner with your father was uncomfortable. He would not stop talking about the wedding, and the more he spoke, the more irritated you got until you finally snapped.
"The prince is a good man. He's been waiting years for your hand, what with the delays from the war. It's a shame you won't get to meet him before, but you will be well taken care of, and-."
"Father!" You raised your voice, slamming your silverware down onto the table. You took a shaky breath in an attempt to calm your temper before you continued. "I beg of you, stop. I don't want to hear anymore. I have made my feelings on the matter abundantly clear and I wish to be excused from this table."
Your father stared at you for what felt like a lifetime, then waved his hand in dismissal as he nodded once, his expression cold.
You stood up slowly, giving him a mandatory curtsy before making your way quickly out of the dining room, almost bumping into the marshall - the man who oversaw the knights - as you rounded the corner.
He looked at you with an expression that was somewhere between apologetic and concerned, but quickly apologised and bowed to you as you left. You were hit with a strange feeling in your gut as you turned to watch him enter and close the door behind him. Bile formed in your throat as you tried to push it down, but it was persistent, gnawing away at you as Agnes helped you to dress for bed.
"Have you seen Ray?" You asked her quietly as you sat by the window of your chamber, looking out over the castle grounds and playing with the end of your braid nervously.
"Not since this afternoon, my lady," she replied, turning down your bed.
"It was unusual for him not to be by my father's side during dinner."
Agnes pursed her lips, pausing her actions to look at you. "I'm sure the king just had him carrying out a task. Try not to worry yourself too much, my lady. It's bad for the baby."
You frowned, rubbing your hand softly over your stomach. "I'm sure you're right, Agnes. Thank you, you are excused."
Not five minutes after Agnes had left your chamber, Ray appeared breathless at your chamber window, and you rushed to help him inside, pulling him over to your bed. You looked at him confused when you saw that he wasn't wearing his armour, but before you could ask any questions, he spoke.
"My sweet one, we have been discovered," Ray rushed, clasping your hand between his tight. You gasped, placing your free hand over your mouth and shaking your head as Ray continued. "Somebody saw us in the gardens and informed the marshall. The king has ordered for me to be seized."
"No! It can't be," you cried, hands beginning to shake. "Come, Ray. We must go now, we must-," you started, standing from the bed, but he pulled you back down, cupping your face in his palms as he looked into your eyes.
"Princess, no. I must leave. I will run away and hide, and I will come back for you before your wedding, I promise. I just had to say goodbye."
You let out a quiet sob, nodding your head in understanding as he closed the space between you and pressed his lips firmly to yours, kissing you like it was his last day on earth. You kissed him back with just as much ferocity, soft whimpers escaping your mouth as he laid you down onto the bed, kneeling over you.
He began to trail his lips over your jaw and down your neck, desperate and needy as his hands hooked around your thighs, pushing your nightdress up to let his fingers run over your skin. You brushed your hands through his hair as he peppered soft kisses down your collarbones.
"My sweet, I- if this may be the last time I see you, I must have you. Please," he pleaded quietly against your skin, the emotion prevalent in the way his words shook.
"Then have me," you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his back to pull him closer.
He scrambled to unfasten his trousers, pulling them down to his thighs before pushing his hips against you, letting out a broken moan as his thick cock rubbed against your underwear. He reached between you, pushing them to the side with desperate hands.
You let out a breathy gasp as he began to push in, the stretch burning in all the right ways. He placed his palm over your mouth to stifle the sounds as he inched further, and once he bottomed out, the pace he set was frantic. You both knew you had to be quick, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer as he buried his face into your neck, mouth hung open as he thrust with urgency.
Your hands clawed at his clothed back, silent tears streaming down your face from the very real possibility that Ray could be caught tonight, and god knows what would happen to him. You wanted to open up your ribcage and let him crawl inside where he would be safe next to your heart. Even with him buried to the hilt, it somehow didn't feel like enough.
His length hit that spot inside of you over and over again, pushing you closer to the edge. Your chest constricted at the same time your muscles contracted around him, and you came with a sob that was muffled by Ray's hand over your mouth, your limbs tightening around him, holding him close.
Ray slipped his hand from your mouth and his lips found yours, a mess of tears and spit being combined by your tongues. His moans were swallowed by your mouth as he came deep inside of you, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, keeping your lips pressed together as you opened your eyes to look at him.
A moment later, you heard shouting and loud footsteps thundering down the hall and towards your chamber. Ray pressed one last chaste kiss to your lips before quickly standing and tucking himself into his trousers, not even bothering to fasten them before he turned and disappeared out of the window.
You pulled your nightgown down and pulled the blanket up to your shoulders, then rolled onto your side to face the window, your back to the door as it swung open. You could hear the clatter of armour and hushed voices, including your father's, as they realized that you were alone and assumed that you were sleeping.
It took everything in you to remain still, your shoulders threatening to shake from the silent tears forcing their way out. Eventually, after looking over your chamber once more from the doorway, your father spoke.
"I want him found, tonight. He is to be beheaded before my daughter is wed." The guards agreed in unison. "If the prince were to find out about her impurity, there would be an uproar. Not a word to anybody. That is an order."
You squeezed your eyes closed as a wave of nausea washed over you. As soon as the door closed and their heavy footsteps retreated, you buried your face into your hands, a strangled whimper escaping your mouth.
"Please," you whispered, rubbing soft circles over your stomach and watching out of the window as the guards rode out on their horses. "Please be okay. For us."
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