“Maybe Next Time You’ll Listen To Me”
Basement Gerard Way x Female Reader
Warning: NSFW, Smut, Mommy kink, Dom/sub, Sexual overstimulation, Dubious consent, Rough oral sex (female receiving), Anal play (male receiving), Orgasm denial, Forced multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, Degradation kink, Humiliation kink, No aftercare… there really is no plot here lads, just porn.
Word count: 2.5k
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The bed sheets were tangled around your ankles, Gerard’s basement room dim with only the bedside lamp casting a soft glow over his pale skin. His black long unwashed hair fell across his forehead as he positioned himself between your thighs, his hazel eyes meeting yours with that well familiar mix of eagerness and hesitation. He had always been like this, shy in his demeanour, yet committed to get what he wanted, and what he wanted made your pulse quicken.
His hands felt cool from the sweat and they were slightly trembling, they slid up your inner thighs, parting them wider. You felt the roughness of his palms, calloused from years of sketching and probably masturbating with no lube, as they pressed into your flesh. He lowered his head, his breath felt warm against your exposed skin, and you caught the faint scent of his bodily odour mingling with the musky aroma of your arousal.
Gerard’s tongue flicked out first tracing the outer folds of your cunt with a slow, deliberate stroke. The wetness of his mouth met your core’s heat, sending a shiver through you, up your spine. He hummed softly, the vibration resonating against your clit, and you heard the quiet sound of his lips parting as he delved deeper. His enjoyment was quite obvious in the way his eyes fluttered closed, his brows raised together in concentration. “You’re doing such a good job” you praised him, petting his greasy dark locks, while moaning “You’re so good for me, Gee.”
He lapped at you steadily, his tongue hit you flat and broad, covering your entrance before circling your clit with precision and the right amount of pressure. The taste of you seemed to spur him on, he groaned low in his throat, the sound muffled against your skin. His saliva getting mixed with your fluids, slick and warm, dripping down to the sheets beneath you. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he buried his face further, nose pressing into your core, inhaling deeply. The scent of your sex filled his senses, and he couldn’t stop moaning over it. He savoured it like it was essential to him, like he needed it to survive.
You arched slightly, the first wave building inside you, that tight feeling of heat in your centre. Gerard sensed it too, his movements quickening, his tongue flicking faster over your clit while he sucked gently. He started humping the mattress over his excitement. His cheeks hollowed with the effort, and you saw the flush creeping up his neck, his pale skin turning pink. He was ridiculously devoted to you and your pleasure, whispering against you, “This is my favourite thing ever… just tasting you.” His voice was breathy, awkward and shaky.
The orgasm hit you suddenly, a rush of warmth spreading from your centre outward. Your muscles clenched, thighs tightening around his head, and you cried out, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Gerard didn’t stop there, if anything, your pleasure just fulled him to keep on going, lapping up the fresh gush of your release, his tongue deep inside you to taste every drop. The saltiness coated his mouth and he swallowed audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “One more, mommy… please.” His eyes were wide, almost pleading. You felt oversensitive already, just after one single very intense orgasm, the aftershocks making your clit throb painfully under his continued and undivided attention. But he dove back in, lips sealing around your clit, sucking with pathetic desperation. His fingers gripped your thighs harder, bruising the skin, as he held you in place.
The second build came faster this time, your body protesting the overstimulation even as pleasure won the battle. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers through you, too intense, bordering on discomfort and pain. You reached down, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to push him away. “Stop, Gerard… it’s getting too much now.”
He resisted, shaking his head slightly without breaking contact. His grip on your hips tightened, his dirty slightly long nails digging in, leaving crescent marks. “I can’t stop. I’m sorry…” he mumbled against you, words slurred by his full mouth. “I need this… I just need your pussy in my mouth.” The desperation in his voice was raw. He licked deeper, tongue thrusting inside you, tasting the remnants of your first orgasm mixed with the building second.
You squirmed, hips bucking involuntarily, but he held firm, his strength was surprisingly very insistent. The room filled with wet sounds, his sucking, your gasps, the slick slide of his tongue. Sweat falling from his hair onto his forehead, trickling down his temple and you smelled the faint saltiness of it mingling with everything else. Your body betrayed you, edging towards a new orgasm, despite the overwhelming sensation of the stimulation, your nerves firing in chaotic bursts.
“I’m so sorry, mommy,” he whispered between licks, his voice breaking. “I’m so hungry… I’m sorry I’m being so bad.” The words tumbled out. He sucked harder, tongue swirling relentlessly, forcing the pleasure to increase.
The new orgasm tore through you, sharper than the past, your vision blurring as you clenched around nothing. Fluid squirted slightly, coating his chin, and he licked it all greedily, moaning as if it were the best thing he’d ever experienced. Your thighs shook, muscles aching from the strain, but he didn’t stop there, lapping through the waves, extending the sensation until it was just painful.
“Gerard, stop it now,” you ordered, your voice was firm despite the tremor in it. You pushed at his shoulders, and tried closing your legs. Your fingers slipping on his sweat-damp skin. He looked up at you, eyes glassy with tears. He just shook his head again.
“I just can’t… I need this, please. I need this.” His grip bruised deeper on your hips, pinning you down as he buried his face once more. The overstimulation was pure agony now, every touch amplifying the raw nerves, you couldn’t even feel an ounce of pleasure anymore. You felt the heat of his breath, the persistent press of his lips, the unrelenting suction on your clit. Tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, body convulsing in protest.
He murmured apologies into your flesh, “Sorry, mommy… I know. I can make you feel good, I promise.” Yet he continued, tongue probing, lips kissing your folds with desperate affection. He paused briefly to gauge your reaction, only to dive back in, unable to stop himself. The new build was unwilling, forced from you by his persistence, your core pulsing with exhaustion.
When the orgasm hit, you screamed, the release was forced out of you, your muscles spasming uncontrollably. Gerard groaned in satisfaction, tasting the new flood, his mouth overflowing with your essence. He finally slowed, pulling back with a gasp, his face glistening. His lips were red and swollen, his chin slick, with fluids dripping from it down to his neck. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes remained fixed on you, as if he was still processing the weight of what he’d done.
He collapsed into the bed next to you, erection straining against his underwear, hard and leaking through the thin cotton fabric. His hand moved toward it instinctively, fingers fumbling with the waistband. “I need to… after tasting you.”
You shook your head, still catching your breath, thighs aching from his grip. “No, Gerard. You disobeyed me. You don’t deserve that, you pathetic hungry fuck.”
His face crumpled. Tears welled in his eyes, and he bit his lip, awkward in his distress. “Please, mommy… I need to touch myself now.” But you held firm, watching as he shifted, hips thrusting into the air desperately. The motion was useless, his cock twitching untouched, pre-cum soaking through the fabric.
He humped the empty space, his movements were jerky and uncoordinated. And tears were spilling down his cheeks. Sobs escaped his throat, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry… I was bad.” His body trembled, the denial heightening his arousal. You saw the flush on his chest, the way his hands clenched at his sides, resisting the urge to touch his cock, or at least bury it in a pillow to hump it.
The room smelled of sex and you heard his ragged breaths, the soft whimpers as he chased nothing. His erection throbbed visibly but you denied him release, letting the punishment sink in. Gerard’s cries were real music to your ears. He continued humping, pace frantic now, tears streaming as frustration built. “Mommy, please… it’s hurting me.” But you watched in silence. His body glistened with sweat, soft muscles straining, the unrelieved tension leaving him sobbing.
You sat up, your body still tingling from the overstimulation, your thighs slick and aching from Gerard’s relentless attention. His pathetic whimpers filled the air, his hips still jerking uselessly against nothing, his erection painfully obvious through the soaked fabric of his underwear. His face was a mess, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, his lips trembling, his hazel eyes pleading for mercy. But mercy wasn’t really what you had in mind. Not tonight.
“Stay there, baby. Don’t you dare thinking about touching yourself,” you commanded, your voice made him freeze. His hands twitched at his sides, desperate to touch himself, but he obeyed, his chest heaving with short breaths. You reached into the bedside drawer, your fingers brushing past crumpled sketchpads and half-empty cigarette packs until you found it… a dildo, smooth, not too big, not too small and slightly curved, perfect for what you had planned. You held it up, letting the dim lamplight glint off its surface, and Gerard’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement flickering in them.
“Please…” he whispered, voice cracking, his body trembling as he watched you. “What are you gonna do?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you crawled back onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him. “On your knees now,” you ordered, and he scrambled to comply, his movements clumsy, his underwear still clinging to his hips, damp with pre-cum. You yanked the fabric down to his knees, exposing his pale ass, the skin clammy with sweat. His cock hung heavy between his legs, twitching, untouched, and already leaking onto the sheets below.
“Spread yourself for mommy,” you said coldly, and his hands hesitated before reaching back, fingers shaking as he parted his cheeks. His breath hitched, a soft sob escaping as he exposed himself fully to you. The sight of him, vulnerable, trembling, desperate, sent a fresh wave of heat through you, but you kept your expression stern, letting the power of the moment settle over him.
You wet the dildo, using your own dampness as an attempt of lube, the slick moist sound was loud in the quiet room. Gerard flinched at the noise, his body tensing, but he didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey. You pressed the tip of the dildo against his entrance, and he gasped, his head dropping forward, greasy black hair falling into his face. “Please…” he mumbled, though whether he was begging for you to stop… or maybe keep going, you didn’t care to ask.
“Shut up, bitch,” you snapped, pushing the dildo in slowly, watching as his body resisted at first, then yielded, the toy sliding inside him inch by inch. He moaned, a low, guttural sound, his fingers digging into his own flesh as he held himself open. The stretch was intense, you could see it in the way his thighs shook, the way his back arched involuntarily, his cock twitching harder, dripping onto the bed.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice barely audible, his body rocking slightly as you began to move the dildo, thrusting it with deliberate slowness. You didn’t touch him anywhere else, didn’t let your hands graze his skin or offer any comfort. This wasn’t about his pleasure, it was about control, about punishment him. You angled the toy, aiming for that sweet spot inside him, and when you hit it, his whole body jolted, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.
“Oh god, fuck me harder, please…” His words were slurred, desperate, his hips pushing back against the dildo. You smirked, quickening the pace, fucking him with steady, forceful movements. The wet sounds of it and his own body’s response filled the room, mixing with his sobs and the creak of the bed. His cock bobbed untouched, pre-cum dripping in long, sticky strands onto the sheets, staining the already tangled fabric.
It didn’t take long. You knew it wouldn’t. His body was too fragile, too overwhelmed from the denial, the overstimulation, the sheer emotional intensity of being fucked like this. His moans turned frantic, high-pitched, his hips bucking wildly as the dildo pressed relentlessly against his prostate. “I can’t. I’m gonna—” he gasped, but before he could finish, his body gave up, a violent shudder ripping through him.
He came hard, untouched, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot onto the bed, splattering across his Star Wars bedsheets in messy streaks. He cried out, a broken, pathetic sound, his body collapsing forward as the orgasm wracked him, leaving him trembling and gasping. The dildo was still buried inside him, and you gave it one final thrust, making him cry as his oversensitive body protested.
You pulled the toy out slowly and carefully, watching him flinch at the sensation of pain, his hole clenching around nothing. His face was buried in the pillow now, his breaths coming in short, sobbing gasps. The bed was a wreck, his cum pooled in sticky patches, mingling with the sweat and fluids from earlier, the bed sheets were utterly ruined. His pillow case had wet patches from his tears.
You stood, wiping your hands on a nearby piece of clothing from Gerard’s floor, and looked down at him with cold stare. “Don’t clean that, baby, okay?” you said, your voice cutting through his haze. He lifted his head slightly, eyes red and glassy, confusion etched on his tear-streaked face. “You heard me. You’re sleeping in that mess tonight. Don’t touch those sheets. Don’t wash them. You made this bed, Gee, and you’ll lie in it.” You said as you cleared the hair away from his face, placing a kiss on his head.
“But… mommy…” His voice was small with humiliation, pleading, his body still shaking from the intensity of his release. He looked wrecked, his hair plastered to his forehead, his lips swollen, his cock softening but still twitching faintly. The sight of him, so broken and submissive, was almost enough to make you stay, but punishment meant consequences.
“No, baby,” you said firmly, stepping back. “You disobeyed me. You pushed past my limits. This is what you get.” You grabbed your clothes from the floor, pulling them on with deliberate calm. Gerard watched you, his eyes were desperate, but he didn’t move, didn’t dare reach for you.
You turned toward the stairs, pausing only to glance back at him, defeated across the filthy bed, his cum staining the sheets he’d now have to sleep in. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me... I love you, Gerard” you said. Then you walked out, leaving him alone in the dim basement, the door clicking shut behind you.
The last thing you heard as you climbed the stairs was his soft, broken sob, echoing in the empty room.