late night thoughts
currently thinking about gerard and his insane sex drive
gerard x fem! reader (drabble - smut)
it’s been almost an hour and a half now, and his fingers are still stuffed inside of you, pushing in and out at a vigorous pace. you squeeze around his digits, so sensitive and overstimulated that it hurts, but somehow you’re still sinking into his touch
“fuck, gee, i can’t-” your breaths are heavy and loud, voice hoarse from your constant moaning and groaning
“just one more,” he’s kneeling over you and looking you in the eye, studying the sweat covering your forehead as his fingers curl into you
“you can do that for me, right? please?” his eyes are wide with anticipation, and his stare sends a familiar feeling to your core. the knot in your stomach releases, and your back arches at the feeling. as your orgasm washes over you, he looks down at your shaking figure in admiration. the noises spilling from your lips satisfy him, and he slows down his movements as you begin to relax
you push off on your elbows, scooting back in an attempt to get him out of you. he complies, watching as you lean back in exhaustion. this is just how gerard likes you- head tilted back towards your headboard, chest rising up and down, glistening in sweat
his fingers creep up the side of your thigh, and you use your last bit of energy to swat them away. he pouts a little, moving his hand to his crotch and stroking his hardening length. you open your eyes and sigh at the sight of his hand feverishly gliding up and down his cock
“there is no way you’re hard again” he gives you a shrug in return. he just can’t help it! he loves the sounds you make when you’re completely fucked out- babbling and digging your fingers into the sheets beneath you
“i’m sorry,” his hands speed up as he watches you relax back into the pillows, closing your eyes once again
“just... one more?”