Rougher
Pairing: Gerard x [fem, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1900 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: For the first time, Gerard asks (y/n) to go rougher when pegging him. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Pegging Requested by @angie-migel
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Gerard’s arms wrap themselves tightly around my neck, bringing me along with him as he lies back down against the bed, sighing softly – the mattress sinks under my knees in my attempts to adjust myself between his spread legs. His lips are soft against mine, in a sweet yet urgent kiss, enough to have both of us occasionally humming and pausing unwillingly so we can at least try to catch up with our breath.
A whine comes from Gerard once I start kissing the way down his neck, pulling at the skin with my teeth while my hands slip under his shirt, meeting his warm and pudgy hips to rub circles into it; Gerard immediately melts under the soft touches with a hopeless sigh, leaning his head back. I run my tongue down his neck, stopping to suck onto a sensitive spot.
Whatever Gerard mumbles is completely incoherent, but it’s easy knowing the effect everything has on him as his hands tangle in my hair, pulling onto the strands lightly while his hips buckle forward weakly.
“Not much and you’re already like that, baby?” I chuckle, running my nose along his jaw before I pull away.
“C’mon,” Gerard groans. “T’s not like that.”
“Sure.” I grin, but don’t allow him to take the discussion further with a tug on his shirt, which is the cue to help me undress him.
Soon, Gerard’s shirt is followed by his pants and most of my clothes on the floor, leaving both of us in nothing but underwear. Gerard’s shirt almost seems paler under the faint light of the basement, with bright red marks in contrast marking the areas where I’ve touched and squeezed. The way he just lies there, sprawled, hair everywhere and a pout on his face, is somehow the most adorable thing in the world.
A breathy chuckle escapes my nose as I place my hands on Gerard’s waist and lean down. His skin rises under my lips at the soft kisses pressed to his chest and down his torso. Even if I don’t want to tease, I sure as hell want to take my time to appreciate him, independently of how many times I see him like this.
Gerard tenses up when my lips start tracing his peck, holding on a breath that’s slowly released when I lick across his nipple, just to take it in my mouth seconds later and not surprisingly snatch a quiet moan from him.
“Good,” Gerard mumbles, hands yet again on my head – this time, however, he pushes me down against him whilst arching his back, so I can’t help but to start nibbling down on the nub, balancing the pain and pleasure according to his moans and how his grip falters. I move around it, trying to leave a mark on his chest and although he groans when I pull away, I smile proudly to myself at the result.
“Feeling well?” I ask breathlessly, sitting back on my legs.
“Yeah!” Gerard nods, pulling a strand of hair away from his face, hands returning to resting on the mattress. “Continue, please.”
And I proceed to do as said, letting my finger wander on the inside of Gerard’s thigh, watching closely how he immediately throws his hips forward, which he does again and actually moans once I start palming him through the restrained thin fabric of the red set of boxers.
Any complaint Gerard had at the lack of contact disappears the moment I’m starting to get rid of his boxers before I can also discard my underwear.
“You brought it, right?” Gerard raises an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows after I get off the bed.
“Of course, I wouldn’t forget it.” I glance back at him on my way to his desk, where my bag is, and return to the bed with the strap on and the lube. “Alright, alright!” I can’t help but to grin, returning to my previous place between his legs. The toy is placed aside as I squeeze the lube on my palm and put the bottle aside, nudging Gerard’s thigh to bring his legs up.
A confirmation from Gerard is enough to have me starting to trace his hole, my free hand on his thigh, and I soon push in, giving him his time. His breath hitches in his throat, but he never complains, letting me continue to work on him.
The moans, however, only start to slip past Gerard’s lips freely once the second finger is in and he starts arching his back when I press down on his prostate, even more with a third finger.
“Okay, I don’t want you to get all worked up already.” I pull away and quickly grab the strap-on, moving off the bed momentarily so I can pull it on then spread lube on it. “On your hands and knees.”
The hardest part of pegging, maybe, is how I can’t touch myself properly while I’m fucking Gerard. On the other hand, I mostly prefer giving him all the attention first to later work on myself because it’s all worth it already watching his hopeless expressions and how he tugs onto the bed sheets, hearing all of these high pitched moans. Fuck.
Gerard does just as said and I’m quickly behind him, hands once again wrapped around his hips and pressing kisses to his back. He hums in response, leaning into the touch. “(Y/n), y’know,” he breathes, “can you, um, be rougher today? Like, a lot rougher. Please, pretty please.”
I raise my eyebrows lightly. What an unexpected request, but not a bad one.
“Of course!” I nuzzle him softly. “Just don’t forget to let me know if it’s too much, okay?”
“Sure,” he breathes.
“Alright, there we go,” I say softly and pull back, guiding the toy in carefully.
A breath is caught in Gerard’s throat, soon turning into a low moan during the last half and my thighs are meeting the back of his. My first few thrusts are experimental, shallow but still heavy, and hearing him moan positively only encourages me to continue.
Usually, I’d start with a slow pace and slowly increase the speed, which doesn’t exactly happen now. My fingers sink into his skin with it, giving me more support for the faster thrusts.
“Fuck– Yes,” Gerard moans, voice tight in his throat.
Then let’s fucking go.
The slapping sound of skin meeting skin soon fills the room, cutting through the heavy and dense silence of Gerard’s bedroom along with the moans escaping his lips. With a change of angle, his moans grow louder and more intense.
“Like… that,” Gerard mumbles, though I’m mostly able to catch on a few of the words. It’s not important, whatsoever.
His skin is hot, redder by now, but I don’t really pay attention to it as I lean down, chest pressed to his back, so I can reach under him. He gasps at my hand wrapped around his dick – not moving, not pumping, not anything, just there and enough to arouse him more and, damn, it’s so damn hot.
“You’re doing so well,” I breathe, tapping over his chest with my free hand for his nipple, opposite to the one I had my lips around earlier, and twist it between my fingers.
Louder. How desperate for touch can Gerard be?
The position ends up being inconvenient, on the other hand. As much as it allows me to touch Gerard, it’s not so easy to move the way I’d like to – I bring myself up again so I can slam in harder, nails digging into the skin of Gerard’s hips as a consequence and hell, why didn’t he ask me to do this before?
I trail a hand up Gerard’s back so I can tug on his hair and my previous intentions were of pulling him back to kiss his neck, but I can’t hold myself from pushing his head down against the mattress.
His arms give up almost instantly and a loud gasp means he wasn’t expecting it, but the safe word never comes.
The new position gives me a better frame to fuck into. To go rougher. It’s rougher that he wanted, right? Not gonna disappoint him.
A new angle seems to mean finding his prostate, judging by the moans coming from Gerard, but I think there’s more than that. His moans are just fucking incessant and ragged. Of course I’ve heard him moan loudly before, hopeless, but not so raw and intensively like this. At some point, I’m worried they’re fucking cries, but Gerard is arching his back and tugging on the sheets among slurred pleas for me to continue. I can physically feel the pleasure pooling down my stomach and the heat coming off our skins. I can turn him into this mess. I have that power.
I can feel Gerard’s thighs fucking quivering and it’s not like they use to. Gerard’s desperation isn’t the usual one. Something else laces his motions and sounds and each time I only want more and more of it, wondering how far he can go, but also careful enough to keep track of every single thing he does. The way I’m not used to it is kinda pathetic, showing itself through the muscles on the back of my thighs complaining with a sharp and annoying pain, but I’m sure as hell not stopping now.
Gerard is suddenly fucking coming, no warning, no sign – that I had been aware of –, only letting out a loud and throaty cry as he tenses up completely, so I only carefully help him getting down from his high before I can pull away.
Getting rid of this damned strap-on has never been so hard or taken me so long, but maybe it’s the need that’s making everything like this. It doesn’t matter, though, when I’m sitting on the mattress with my fingers between my legs and feeling the waves of pleasure running up my spine. Gerard’s moans, his moans were so hot, ragged, and the way he tugged on the sheets–
Fuck.
I breathe heavily, helpessly moaning, feeling the tight knot in my lower stomach finally unraveling itself at the memory of the past few minutes.
My vision soon comes back to normal and I can think about anything that isn’t slamming into Gerard in a few seconds, still breathless as I look over to him. His back rises and falls heavily in attempts of catching his breath, collapsed on the mattress. His legs still twitch lightly from coming.
“Hey,” I whisper, all I’m able to do, as I move to his side, running a hand up his back. “Hey, baby, are you alright?”
“Yeah.” He hums quietly, still not moving.
“Let’s go clean up.” I move to stand up from the bed.
Gerard is able to sit up, even if with a little bit of struggle, but I can’t say the same about fucking standing up. His legs shake like mad, so I quickly help him, wrapping an arm around his waist to help him on the way to the bathroom.
“You fine, hun?” I brush a sweaty strand of hair away from his face, furrowing my eyebrows. “Was it too much?”
“Of fucking course not! It was just perfect!” Gerard grins lazily, tilting his head. “I feel amazing, totally worth it. I’m completely doing it again, damn.” He leans in lightly, eyes crossed and half lidded – I can’t help but to chuckle before pecking his lips.
“C’mon, we’ll take a nap when returning to bed!” I grin, slapping his ass lightly.
