Dec 3, 2025
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Pain Relief - Basement!Gerard Way x F!Reader
Summary; You get your period the day before you were supposed to hang out with Gerard. Painkillers only work for so long, so he proposes another form of pain relief...
Notes; I was just super horny writing this icl, sorry if it's shit or the pacing is off, just had to get this out here.
Tags; Blood! VERY slight overstim, cunnilingus, fingering, cumming in pants/untouched, basement gee is a cutie n cares for reader.
Word count; 2.4k
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Movie nights at Gerard’s were few and far between because of your conflicting schedules, so when you two finally figured out a date that worked for both of you, you were so excited.
Unfortunately, the day before, you had gotten your period, and it was bad.
You had debated cancelling on Gerard, but you knew how stoked he was to finally hang out with you after not being able to see each other for more than a few passing minutes when leaving or coming home from work for the past couple of weeks. It would’ve been cruel to do that to him, even in the state that you were in.
So, you didn’t cancel.
Instead, you pounded back painkillers like your life depended on it and brought over a hot water bottle, praying that the drugs would kick in well enough to provide adequate relief, so you could enjoy hanging out with your friend.
Things were going well. You sat in the lounge room of the basement, playing some video games and catching up with all the news you two had missed, laughing at some funny work anecdotes Gerard shared.
You told him about how you accidentally smashed a vase at work, and even though the story wasn’t in the slightest bit funny because it got deducted from your pay, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world.
A little while later, you had moved to his room as the sun had fully gone down, and the old couch was making your ass numb.
Gerard had put a movie in his little TV that sat in the corner of his room, and about halfway through, the cramps started to reemerge from the depths of your uterus, squeezing the organ within an inch of its life.
You cursed and climbed off his bed, rifling through the little bag that sat in the corner of his room that you brought with you, opening the front pocket to take out your emergency stash of painkillers.
Empty.
“Fuck.” You dropped the empty packet back into the pocket.
“You alright?” Gerard piped up from the bed, pausing the movie.
“I don’t have any painkillers.”
“Painkillers? Are you in pain?”
There was a brief pause, and you winced as another cramp hit, breathing out of your mouth as you reached for your hot water bottle and a pad. It was probably time to change it anyway.
“Here, let me…” Gerard scrambled from his bed, holding out his hand for the bottle. “I’ll find some Advil, I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”
“Thanks.” You deposited it into his hand, and you both split off out of his room, him to the kitchen and you to the bathroom.
You’d been around him before while on your period, although it was always the tail end, never the start. He’d always been helpful, though, but it had been a while since you’d hung out with him and been on your period at the same time.
Freshened up, you had curled up in Gerard's bed, bearing down and box breathing each time a wave of cramps hit you as you waited for him to come back.
“Hey, I found the Advil, and I, um, got you some water too.” He pushed the door open, walking over to the side table and placing down the glass and pills, handing you the hot water bottle.
You snatched up the pills and gulped them down, chugging some of the water along with them. Sometimes you could tough out the worst of your cramps and aches, but today was not that day. Your back hurt, your thighs hurt, everything just fucking hurt, and you cursed yourself for being careless.
“So…” Gerard started, sitting by your legs cautiously. “Do you need anything else?”
“No, no. I should be good… In a bit, I’ll just have to—fuck—tough it out until the meds kick in.”
He nodded, climbing over to the other side of the bed and settling in, turning the movie back on.
Every minute that passed was like a countdown to when you’d rip out your uterus for good, and you tensed each time the pain got worse, making you groan in discomfort as it started to make you feel sick. You caught Gerard looking your way with every sound you made, playing with his thumbs and biting his tongue from saying anything.
That was until you rolled your head into the pillow, breathing out a tortured moan, and accidentally leaning your head against his arm.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do…?”
“Punch my fucking abdomen.”
“W-What?”
“You want to help me? Punch my abdomen.” You grunted, rolling onto your back.
“I’m not doing that.” He said with a laugh, quickly stopping when you eyed him annoyedly. “I can, uh, massage it instead?”
At this point, you would’ve taken anything, so you nodded weakly and lifted your shirt and lowered your pants just enough to expose some skin.
He turned on his side to face you, propping his head on his hand and moving closer to the point where you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You squeezed your eyes shut as another cramp knocked the wind out of you, and you felt his fingers gently dig into your skin, rubbing in circles and kneading your flesh.
It provided some relief, but not enough to distract you for long.
Your head rolled to the side, and you groaned again, grimacing. “Thanks…”
“Yeah, of course, anytime. It sucks seeing you in pain.” He spoke softly, nimbly pressing down into your lower stomach.
You peeled your eyes open and looked up at him. He was watching the screen, breathing slowly, and you kept your gaze on him until he glanced down, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Is it alright? You can tell me to stop if it’s not.”
“No, it’s good… Feels good.” You reassured him.
It wouldn’t be insane to say that there had always been this weird tension between you two, lurking underneath the layers of your friendship ever since high school. Puberty had formed cracks that you both actively chose to suppress, only ever giving in to it once when you were both drunk; even still, it was only a kiss.
You tried to forget that night, and you didn’t even know if Gerard still remembered.
Sometimes he would perv on you, but you thought nothing of it as it never went further than some offhanded staring for a few seconds until you caught onto what he was doing.
But he’d always been like that, and you loved the little creep anyway.
Another cramp struck, striking down your lower back, and you arched up sharply, bearing your teeth as you hissed, eyebrows knitting together. You whined and rolled into Gerard, frustrated with this bullshit. “God, please make it fucking—agh—stop.”
He carefully placed his hand on your hip, patting slowly as he put his chin on the crown of your head. “I can try this one thing… Only if you want to, of course.”
“Anything.” You squeaked.
Gerard took a deep breath, almost as if he was preparing to say something heinous. “I read on this website that, um— “ He swallowed. “Orgasming can help with the pain temporarily.”
“Gee, what fucking websites have you been on?”
“Normal ones! It was just— I read it and there were a lot of people saying it helped them.” He stuttered out. “I could… You know… Assist. Or whatever.”
What you should’ve done then was back off, pull away, anything but what you actually did. You didn’t know if it was the hormones speaking, or if it was something you secretly wanted, but the warmth and the cheap cologne mixed with sweat and cigarettes that clung to his clothes and the proximity of the two of you clouded your judgment enough to get you to say something even you didn’t expect. “...Okay.”
“Wait, have you ever…?” You pulled back as your brain processed what the fuck just happened, looking up at his blushing face.
“Yeah! Yeah, a couple times. If it doesn’t feel good, you can tell me to stop.” He mumbled the last part, looking at anything other than your face.
It was rare that either of you shared your sexual encounters with each other, it was kind of an unspoken rule. But, you never knew he’d actually gone down on anyone.
“The blood. Um, have you got a towel?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll just wash my sheets, they’re black anyway.” Bullshit. “Blood doesn’t scare me.”
Oh?
He shuffled down as you turned onto your back, slipping your thumbs underneath the waistband of your shorts, hesitating for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Just helping my friend out.” He smiled a little, waiting on his knees between your legs like some obedient dog.
It was kind of hot.
You pushed your pants and underwear down, wincing again as the ache spread down your thighs, and discarding them on the other side of the bed, your knees up like a medical exam as you put your feet back down.
Gerard took no time in laying on his stomach, and you looked down at him briefly when his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs. You were shaking in anticipation, and maybe also pain, as his eyes locked with yours.
He looked fucking hungry.
With nothing more to say, you nodded at him for the go-ahead and rested your head back on the pillow.
The first connection of his tongue to your clit made you squirm, but the next few helped you relax into the sensation. It already felt amazing. How sensitive had you been?
He licked you gently, his soft lips brushing your hood and sending fizzling tingles from your chest to your cunt and making you shudder. You moaned softly, the pleasure and pain mixing into something masochistic inside of you.
It felt like he gained confidence with each pretty moan that fell from your lips, and he inhaled deeply, closing his mouth over your clit and applying more pressure, squeezing your thighs a little. You felt him shift as he squeezed, and you passed it off as him trying to get comfortable.
As the minutes ticked by, he got more indulgent, more greedy, lapping at your cunt like it was water, quickly pushing his hair back before replacing his grip on the inside of your thighs, using his fingers to spread you open a little more. Your legs fell outwards as he sucked gently, a choked sound escaping your throat, and you shifted onto your elbows, looking down at his mess of black hair between your legs.
That was when you noticed his hips moving softly against bed.
Another jolt of pleasure.
“Gee—fuck.” You gasped, watching him as he dragged his tongue from your hole to the tip of your vulva, blood coating it and the bottom of his chin. You had been leaking out the whole time without even realising.
It sent you spiralling, and your hole pulsed for something to fill it before you exploded from need. “Fingers, Gee, plea-please…”
He took no time in sinking two of his fingers into your slick cunt, and you felt the breath get sucked from your lungs as your head hung back. Immediately, your hips started to move, and you gently fucked yourself as he sucked and licked on your clit, messying the lower half of his face, trying to keep up with the change in pace.
“Feels s-so good, keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoing.” Thank fuck that no one else was home tonight, because you were loud.
Gerard whined as your fingers laced into his hair, holding his head in place, and you could tell he was fucking harder into the bed by the movement of the mattress.
Overwhelming heat pooled deep within you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge and muffling all other thoughts. All you could feel was the way his tongue moved and the sensation of his fingers hitting your g-spot as you got more and more aggressive, bucking your hips against his face.
It took all of fifteen seconds for the floodgates to break, and your elbows gave out, fingers slipping from his hair, body locking and tautening as you whined out, filling his room with the sweet sounds of your release as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, drawing everything he could from you.
He moaned into your skin, twitching himself, the bed jutting a few times before it ceased.
He just fucking came.
The waves ebbed as he began to slow down, eventually stopping and pulling his face from your cunt. You drew the strength to look down at him, the sight of his blood-soaked face making you throb around the fingers that were still buried inside of you.
“Fuck.” Was all you could manage, aftershock still burning within you.
“Did I do good?” He said, voice a little whinier than you remembered.
“Yes, that was fucking amazing, Gee—ah—” Your body seized as he hit your G-spot again and kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly.
He worked his fingers, sending your brain into a lust frenzy as you cursed, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he held eye contact with you, the usual hazel colour replaced by blown-out pupils.
It was only when you begged for him to stop that he obliged, pulling out.
His hand was covered in your blood, much like his face, and as he sat up, you couldn’t help but notice the little wet patch on the crotch of his pyjama pants. He looked so wrecked and drunk off of you that it twisted your chest.
You stared at each other for a moment, breathing heavily.
“We should get cleaned up…” He said quietly, his usual shy demeanour returning, still holding his hand up.
“...Yeah, probably.”
✩✩✩
You and Gerard had settled back into bed, cuddling each other as another movie played. Whatever just happened was surely going to change your friendship from now on, but deep down, you were okay with that, and the way that he looked at you as you stood in the bathroom together washing up was enough to tell you he was more than okay with it, too.
He scratched your arm softly as you listened to his heartbeat, yawning a little.
“It’s late.” You sighed, not wanting to move from the comfortable position.
Gerard had work in the morning, and the last thing you wanted was to make him late. He already struggled to show up on time as it was.
“Stay, please.”
“Gee—”
“Please.”
“Okay.”
i have this one really specific idea
you and gerard despise each other, every time your bands play an event together, your bandmates have to specifically make sure you don't run into each other, because they don't want another incident.
forced into a duo performance for a charity event or something of the sort, you keep far away from each other, practically singing on opposite sides of the stage.
that's until gerard thinks it would be funny to bump into you while grabbing his water.
this turns into a push and shove fueled on stage adrenaline, and before anyone can stop it, you're throwing your fist into his face, and he's tackling you to the ground. brawling.
eventually you get pulled off of each other, bloody and huffing, and continue the rest of the performance, which, thankfully, was only another two songs.
your bands split offstage, and you go to clean up in the communal bathrooms that all the bands share, only to find gerard already there.
you both wash up in silence, sending death glares occasionally, until he speaks up, wiping the blood from the busted lip you gave him.
"got a fuckin' problem? quit lookin' at me."
you push away from the sink and grab his flimsy shirt, shoving him against the tiled wall with a menacing huff, still pissed off from his 'joke'
that's why it took you by surprise when he grabbed your hips and drew you into him, his dick already hard.
if you could've wiped that stupid smug smirk off of his face, you would've.
"come on, sugar. i know you've been dyin' to try me out..." he teased.
he wasn't wrong.
anyway i wanna turn this into a full fic, and like they fuck like feral cats, biting, scratching, hair pulling. basically fighting for dominance cause neither of them wants to relent.
would you guys wanna see this at some point?
you do you, girl, rub that clit live on stage, live ur life
just had a really scummy idea
it's 2005, and you went to warped tour to see some of your favourite bands, mcr included.
they come out on stage, and you're screaming out, basically smushed against the barricade as they rock your eardrums.
at one point, there's a small interaction between Ray and a security guard, and you thought he pointed to you, but you must've been seeing things; you were just another face in the crowd.
their set finishes, and wanting to get off the barricade after getting your hips shoved into it repeatedly, you flagged down a security guard to help you out.
another guard says something to the one helping you, but you miss it completely.
and instead of finding your way to the public bathrooms, you're guided to the rows of buses near the venue.
and you're taken right to the mcr bus.
the door was open, almost like it was expecting your arrival, and you were ushered into a damp, charged space by none other than Ray himself, heart beating out of your chest.
they were all there, sweaty, disgusting, winding down from their performance, and you were starting to question why you were taken there.
it doesn't take long until you're on all fours on the sticky floor, taking Frank up your cunt and Ray down your throat, gagging from the stench.
Mikey had left to smoke, not wanting to stick around until it was his turn, and Gerard fumbled lazily with his cock as he sat on the messy lounge next to the scene, pointing a camcorder at you as you took it from both ends.
'you're gonna be famous, baby.' Frank snickered, the other two breathlessly laughing as your eyes brimmed with tears, senses overwhelmed with humiliation and pleasure.
...
the next day, you were plastered all over the news outlets for the world to see how much of a groupie whore you were for your favourite band <3
Inexperienced! Part 2 - Rayrard x Bimbo!F!Reader
PT 1
Summary; Teaching Gerard new things!
Notes; fuck. yeah this is essentially straight smut, extremely gratuitous smut. not proofread, sorry if its horseshit. i also listened to chase atlantic while writing so, yeah. enjoy!!! also thank u @cub1clez for hopping in my comments on pt 1 with good ideas
Tags; Oh boy, uh, Rayrard, Light-ish Dom/Sub, Soft Dom!Ray, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!Gerard, cunnilingus, face sitting, dry humping, doggy, biting, mommy kink, daddy kink, two people sucking one dick, whiny gee, praise, come eating, kind of cucking? there's probably more but that's off the top of my head.
Word Count; 3.7k
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“You didn’t make her finish?! Gee, oh my god.” Ray could barely hold in his smile as Gerard recounted the events of the other night.
“I– She just took her clothes off!” Gerard exclaimed, holding his hands up before running them over his face. “I didn’t know what to do besides have sex with her.”
The pair were sitting in Ray’s car, driving back from band practice, and after days of Ray’s prodding, Gerard had finally broken.
“Did you want to?” Ray chuckled, turning the corner on a street.
“Of course! I fuckin’ panicked.” Gerard mumbled an exasperated sob, gripping his greasy black hair. “I don’t even know how to do it right. She probably never wants to fuck me again.”
Ray glanced at him briefly, the image so woeful it was almost funny. He hadn’t let on that Gerard was actually right up your alley, so he could understand why he would feel like this now.
“Sure, she does!” Beamed Ray, pulling into their apartment’s car park. “You know what? Next time she texts me, I’ll ask if you can come.”
“W-What? Ray–” The recluse flustered, scrambling out of the car after him.
“It’ll be fine! She’s always down for a good time.” Ray pulled the key from his pocket, slotting it into the stairwell door.
There was one instance a few months back where Ray and Frank had taken you every which way on a whim of wanting to get spitroasted. It was quite fun, actually.
“...Only if you’re sure. But what would I even be doing?” The pair shuffled up the stairs, reaching their floor.
“Look, I know how she ticks, what gets her off, all that.” Ray watched as Gerard unlocked their front door. “How about this? I can do what I usually do, and you can watch. Then, when it’s over, you can have your turn. Y’know, like educational stuff.”
“You’d do that for me?” Gerard’s eyes glimmered with hope of not being a useless fuck. Learning from his best friend how to get you off? He couldn’t help the little mousy smile that snuck onto his lips.
“Anything for my best bud.” Ray slung his arm around Gerard as they entered the small apartment, nuzzling his chin on the crown of his head. Perks of being tall. “Y’gotta learn somehow.”
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You tossed and turned in your bed, the shining moonlight coming through your bedroom window as you huffed, tossing your dead vibrator onto the duvet. You’d been craving a fix, and it was just your luck that your wand had run out of charge right when you needed it the most.
The party was about a week ago, and it was also the last time you had sex. You were thinking about it when you were trying to get off.
Gerard had been sitting on your mind, his sweet smile, his trembling fingers. It was the only thing you could think about as you shamelessly moaned his name into your pillow, imagining him on top of you again.
And then your toy died.
You could use your fingers, or wait for it to charge again, but where’s the joy in that?
Shimmying your shorts back up, you huffed, staring at the magic wand as it lay lifeless next to a heart-shaped pillow. Useless.
But… There was something more reliable…
Relenting, you rolled over and reached for your phone. Luckily, it wasn’t late enough that no one would be up. You scrolled your contact list, passing on your options until your eyes landed on Ray.
Sweetheart Ray, who never ever let you down when you asked for dick.
You: come ovr, need u
You bit your nail, anxiously waiting for a response, anticipation building in you.
Ray: u got it, gerard 2?
You: ugh u kno me so well
You squealed into your pillow, kicking your legs out and darting for the bathroom to freshen up, humming excitedly as you stripped out of your clothes.
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Ray: here ;p
Basically sprinting down the stairs, you swung open your front door with a grin that could only be described as a warning sign for the levels of desire coursing through your system. Ray gave you that knowing look, shaking his head with a chuckle before stepping in, Gerard nervously trailing behind.
“So nice to see you again, Gerard.” You eyed him, barely containing yourself.
“You too…” He smiled slightly, shifting awkwardly.
His cheeks were already flushed pink, and you had no doubt that Ray had already schemed something up, the way he was exchanging glances between the two of you.
“Better head up then.” You hummed, leading them up the stairs, their boots thumping against the carpet like an inevitable wish. Into your bedroom, you all filed.
You shut the door behind you, smiling at the two of them, Ray mumbling something to Gerard before sitting back on your bed, kicking his shoes off and patting his lap. “C’mere.”
Hopping into his lap, you straddled his hips, lips getting lost on his while Gerard shuffled somewhere near the top of the bed. Your hands gripped the base of his hair, hips rolling into his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth with that confidence you loved.
You two had gotten good at getting straight to the point, and each time you fucked, it only got better, a developed rhythm that worked so well between you.
Being so worked up already, you hummed, pulling back and admiring the man before you as his fingers worked at the buttons of your shirt, making quick work of it and helping you slide it off, discarding it to the floor. Ray leaned in, kissing your chest and unclipping your bralette, pulling that off and inhaling the sweet scent of your strawberry lotion, lips ghosting your flesh as he worked upwards, hands hooking under your thighs and mouth pressing kisses into your neck.
He lifted you as he stood, turning to lay you down on the bed, hands pushing your legs further apart as he pulled away, looking to Gerard, who was now sitting right next to your head.
Ray smirked, one hand cupping over your cunt, bringing his mouth back down to your breast, rolling his tongue over your nipple, fingers gently massaging your clit over your pyjama pants.
You looked to Gerard with your lips parted, his eyes glazing over as he seemingly studied how your body reacted in sync to Ray’s actions. He shifted next to you, making eye contact, which you returned with a soft smile, beckoning him down.
He leaned down, your hand guiding his face as you kissed him, slipping it to the back of his neck, soft moans mixing with Ray’s chuckles. Gerard stumbled a little, getting comfortable amongst the pillows and moving his lips with yours as best as he could. Still unrefined, still clumsy.
Ray hooked his fingers under your waistband and panties, helping you shuffle them off before running his large hands up your legs, appreciating the way you shivered with soft licks to the inner part of your thighs. He trailed them higher, reaching out to tug Gerard’s sleeve.
“Pay attention. Come, look.” Ray mumbled against your thigh, dragging Gerard away from your mouth, despite your huffy protest.
Gerard ended up settling next to your hips, Ray on his stomach between your legs, lips hovering over your needy pussy, holding out on giving you what you wanted most.
“Watch,” Ray said firmly before slowly brushing his tongue over your clit, causing your hips to buck and you to giggle softly.
“Ray, don’t be like that…” You whined, fingers pushing back his messy curls.
“Be patient, Gee wants to learn.” He licked you again, agonisingly soft.
What?
Did Gerard…? No…
“Is this about last time?” You turned your focus to the black-haired boy who was pink in the face.
“Yes.” Ray butted in bluntly, causing Gerard to fluster further, hiding his face in his hands.
“Aw, baby, you don’t have to—” You started.
“I-I want to…” Gerard peeked out from behind his fingers and looked to you, then to Ray. “Continue… Please.”
Ray shrugged, closing his lips over your clit, sucking it in gently before using his tongue in just the right way. A soft moan escaped you, sinking further into your pillows as you smiled with relief. Finally.
Your hands found their rightful spot in Ray’s hair, and he groaned, letting you use his face like he normally did, your hips carefully moving up and down to start. His arms hooked under your thighs as you drew your legs up, and he slipped his tongue further down for a moment to get a proper taste.
“God, Ray, I could never get used to this.” You sighed, thighs tightening with each pleasurable flutter.
He didn’t say anything back, just hummed, sending warm vibrations into your core. One of his arms loosened, your knee falling outwards onto Gerard’s lap, and his finger teasingly circled your entrance, collecting your wetness before sliding in.
It was long and thick, pumping in and out of you familiarly as you whined, mouth open in bliss. The familiar warm fuzzy feeling started to ebb in your lower abdomen, drawing you closer with each roll against Ray's face. You shifted your legs, accidentally rubbing against Gerard’s crotch, earning the slightest whine from him. It was music to your fucking ears.
“Gerard, sweetie, let me touch you… You understand what to do now, right?” You said quickly, motioning for him to get within your hand's reach.
“Mhm.” Gerard hummed softly, swallowing whatever lump sat in his throat.
The bed shifted, and you slid your hands over the denim covering his thighs as he lay down, shuffling to face you. One brush of your palm over his erection, and he was leaning onto your shoulder, rutting softly against your hand for much-needed friction that made him whimper. He was so hard it hurt.
His sweet bumbling in your ear went straight south, and Ray could tell you were close, slipping another finger inside of you, curling them up against your sweet spot and massaging it, holding your hips still with his free hand and lapping firmly at your cunt.
Your hand squeezed Gerard's cock, earning more saccharine sounds and pitiful mumbles from him. His lips were parted against your skin, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was almost about to come.
Speaking of…
Your orgasm tore through you, buzzing sensations pulsing fervently, and you cried out, moaning muddied strings of curses, praising Ray’s name to the high heavens with your tongue. You released Gerard from your grasp, both hands firmly planting on Ray’s head as you fucked his tongue and fingers, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of him as you could.
“Fuck…” You sighed, swallowing back your breath as your body began to calm down, hips jutting with each lazy lick Ray left behind before he pulled away. “I so needed that.”
“I can tell.” Ray laughed, mouth and chin shiny with your arousal. He looked fucking perfect, as always. “Gee? You alright?”
“Y-Yeah,” Gerard mumbled on your shoulder, awkwardly sitting up, his cock most likely straining against the inside of his pants painfully.
“She’s pretty when she comes, isn’t she?” Ray cooed, crawling over to Gerard, one hand gliding over his cheek. “You should have a taste.”
It was a moment later when Ray gently pressed his lips to Gerard’s, indulging in the way Gerard squirmed. Ray guided Gerard to lick your fluids from his chin, and he did so eagerly, pretty pink tongue stuck out like a kitten drinking milk. It didn’t last very long, though, because Ray pulled away with a smirk. “I won’t keep you waiting long.”
With that, he pushed Gerard back down into the pillows, wiping his mouth and pulling you up, flipping you on top of Gerard so that you were face to face with him.
“Hi, baby.” You teased Gerard with a chuckle, supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulders. The two of you were basically in missionary, and you couldn’t help but grind your hips into him just to see how he’d react. “Do I taste good?”
“Mmh—Yes…” He pouted with a whine, hands trying to pull your hips further into him, chasing some type of relief.
Gerard was warm, with a thin layer of sweat on his face from being so wound up. Flushed cheeks, puffy lips, the most gorgeous puppy-dog eyes… It was such a sight to have him be so needy under you.
A few moments later, Ray was rubbing his tip through your folds, precum mixing with wetness as he pushed in. You fell into the crook of Gerard’s neck, moaning loudly, much to Ray’s pleasure.
He was big, and getting used to the way he stretched you open was always difficult. Luckily, it only ever hurt for a short amount of time because he was careful with you. He always was. It was hard to remember how sweet it was sometimes, though, because once he’d settle, you’d be gripping onto your sheets for dear life.
“All good, honey?” He asked you, hands appreciatively gliding over your asscheeks and the back of your thighs as he tenderly slid in and out.
“Fuck—Mhm, yes.” You chuckled, mouth hanging open as your confirmation caused him to pick up the pace.
Ray pounded into you from the back, bringing your hips back onto him and then pushing them into Gerard’s, grabbing at your soft flesh. You lost it, keening into Gerard’s skin, biting down onto his neck as sounds of indescribable pleasure ruptured from your throat, the soft whining sounds from his reaction playing in your ear.
You knew that this was more for Ray than you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel fucking incredible. Every single time he thrusted into you, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix like its rightful home was inside of you.
Your walls clenched around him to compensate for the rippling euphoria he provided you, and your hands flexed on Gerard’s shirt, probably stretching the fabric the way Ray was stretching you.
Sweat was building, and your room was getting stuffy, nothing but debauched incoherency reverberating off the walls, and your lips kissed where you’d bitten, sucking beautiful purple marks over Gerard’s pale skin while you moaned.
“M-Momma… Please… Don’t stop…” He mewled, panting heavily, hips bucking wildly.
It took you by surprise at first, and Ray too, and there was a split second where he stopped thrusting to double-check. You pushed up a little to be met by wide eyes, but before he could speak, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, giggling.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re not the first.” You kissed him again, listening to Ray’s playful snickering behind you, and peppered more along his soft jaw, stopping at his ear. “Mommy won’t stop.”
Ray started again, and you fell back into place, this time excitedly nipping at Gerard’s bruised skin like it was a game now. How much tighter could you wind him before he broke?
The thrusts got quicker, sloppier, harder, and your moans turned choked as Ray fucked into you, pushing you further into Gerard’s thighs, pushing them back. Gerard gasped out of sheer desperation, grinding into you as best as he could, neck craning. You couldn’t even take advantage of it because you were entirely blissed out.
Loud groans came from Ray’s mouth as he pushed you into place, squeezing as he snapped into you suddenly, hunching over as he painted the walls of your cunt with his warm seed. You moaned with him, letting him get the rest of it out with a few sharp pumps before his hands loosened.
“I could… never get used to that.” Ray chuckled, chest heaving as he pulled out of you achingly slow, the loss of his fullness making you whimper.
“Very funny.” You huffed out, peeling yourself up, looking down at Gerard below you with a sweet smile before plopping down next to him, leaning on his arm as Ray crawled up on the other side. “You look so needy, baby… I bet your cock’s been leaking this whole time, hm? D’you like seeing mommy getting fucked by daddy on top of you?”
Gerard’s response was nothing but a sad, pouty nod, and you shot Ray a look of scheming. You giggled when he had the same look in his eye.
“You were so good… Such a good learner, baby.” Ray started, large hand cupping over Gerard’s cock.
“Mhm.” You traced his chest, dragging your nails down his stomach. “I think someone deserves a reward.”
“Please… It hurts so bad.” Gerard squirmed, pressing himself into Ray’s palm.
“How about…” Ray started, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. “You get mommy off again, let her sit on your face?”
“And daddy can provide some relief…” Ray hummed in agreement as you spoke, and Gerard looked at both of you, frantically nodding.
“Say please.” Uttered Ray with a bit of fire.
“Please— Please, daddy.”
“Good.” Ray released him, moving down.
So, you clambered over him, scooting your hips up, trying not to leak all over his black shirt as you lined up your cunt with his mouth, hovering momentarily, throwing your head around quickly to find Ray already working Gerard’s belt.
“Ready, sweetheart?” You turned back to the blushing boy beneath you.
“Yes, mommy, please, let me taste you—”
You cut him off by sinking down onto his mouth, his eager tongue finding its way to your clit, licking gently, as Ray showed him. Whining, you fell forward onto your headboard, using it as an anchor to stay upright. Your clit was already sensitive, so Gerard wouldn’t have to do much to get you off. Maybe that was Ray’s idea?
His hands grabbed onto your thighs hesitantly, helping you out. You gasped as his tongue moved over your hole, swallowing the mix of fluids, some of it spilling onto his chin. That was when he whined, the high-pitched cry sending a wave of pleasure through you.
You looked at him, and his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth quivering against your clit. Ray. Chuckling, you reached down, brushing the hair from his forehead. “Focus, baby, you don’t get to finish until I do.”
He whimpered again, body moving slightly under you as he tried his best to keep his tongue moving. You hummed in satisfaction, helping the process along by rolling your hips, knowing he was probably desperate for release.
“Doing so—ah—well, sweetheart.” You praised, the balling electricity building once again, careful spurs of energy throbbing in your abdomen.
Only imagining what type of teasing shit Ray was pulling right now, you closed your eyes, focusing on getting yourself over the edge, moaning softly as Gerard’s inexperienced mouth explored you to its best ability.
Grinding more, you used the lower half of his face, panting heavily as the pleasure pulsed heavier and heavier until…
“Fuuuck, fuckfuck—”
You moaned loudly, thighs burning as your muscles seized. It was more intense than the first time, choking the air from your lungs momentarily until it finally ceased, the walls of your pussy fluttering with each quiet curse.
You sat back, quickly climbing off of him before your legs locked up. Gerard's gaze was hazy, both yours and Rays come glazing his chin and parted mouth. Ray was toying with Gerard’s cock when you looked over, a smirk on his face.
“Wanna come now?” He teased.
“Yes! Yes, please, God, fuck… Daddy, momma…” Gerard wailed, rutting into Ray’s fist needily.
You couldn’t miss out, so you scooted down between his legs alongside Ray, holding his thigh to prevent him from closing his legs properly, leaning in to lick the gathered precum from his red tip, hand replacing Ray’s.
Ray joined you, licking up his shaft, hand already cupped around his balls. He met your mouth at the tip, and you both sucked all over the length of Gerard’s cock, earning the sweetest of sounds from him.
“Not—ah—Not gonna last…” He pouted, struggling against your hands as they kept him still.
“S’okay, Gee, baby… Don’t expect you to.” Ray mumbled, saliva dripping from his lips down onto your hand.
The two of you worked his cock with your mouths, the occasional chuckle coming from you as Gerard shamelessly let his head roll back, moaning so loud you were sure you were going to get a noise complaint.
Preemptively, you pulled back and pushed his shirt up, exposing the soft pudge of his stomach so that he could come onto it. Ray massaged his balls with his hand, taking his whole tip into his mouth for a moment, which seemed to do it for him.
“Oh, fuck—” Gerard hunched, cock spurting white ribbons of release all over his stomach and down your hand. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou…”
He bit down on his lip, his hips jutting as you slowly milked the last of his orgasm from his cock, Ray already sitting up, crawling up to lick up some of it, gathering more of it on his fingers as Gerard came down from his high, whimpering as you came to a stop.
“Good boys clean up after themselves.” Ray cooed, gently holding out his fingers over Gerard’s lips, Gerard opening up willingly and taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before releasing them with a wet pop. Ray smiled sweetly, planting a kiss on his cheek before settling down next to him, and you licked up the rest of the come from his stomach gently before joining them both on the pillows.
No one said anything for a few minutes, mostly just calming down from… All that. It wasn’t awkward, more so coming to terms with the whole dynamic that just played out.
Ray spoke first.
“D’you mind if we stay? I’m so tired.”
“Sure thing.” You giggled, pushing off the bed to put your pyjama top and panties back on before sliding back into place, cuddling into Gerard’s shoulder. “You alright, Gee?”
“Perfect.” He said softly, a small smile on his face as he seemed to drift off.
im going INSANE over this specific scenario im gonna rant idk if u could do something with it or not i just wanna tell you causw youre #cool... but party fic where hes not fond of reader or at leasttt it looks that way, reader was picked up from the streets during a raid by ghoul and kobra and they did nooot give party a say on wether youd stay or not. you have a little makeshift room jet star fixed you so you werent forced to sleep with a bunch of unknown smelly men but the walls of the 'room' they gave you (thats just the pantry of the diner) is righhht besides partys side of the room. and besides the fact he doesnt sleep much— when he does hes a light sleeper, always alert in case a drac came to attack. except he gets woken up notttt by the threatening sound of a drac but of you jerking off TRYING to keep quiet. maybe youd moan his name too or babble something that is very obviously about him. something about stupid red hair AND IDK HOW THISD GO DOWN AFTER THAT. WHAT COULD HAPPEN. ANYTHING. I JUST PICTURE THIS SO MUCH ITS GENUINELY UPSETTING ME.
💬 im keeping the anon going even though yk me already i love being an anon
Keep It Down - Party Poison x F!Reader
Notes; oh my fuck. look, imma be so real, i didn't re-read this once i finished it, so MY APOLOGIES if its horseshit, and the pacing is off, it's late, and ive been scratching at my fucking skin to get this out because fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck i need party poison so badly, PLEASEPLEASEPLEAEEO. anyway, enjoy!! and as always, let me know if i missed any tags, i'm really fucking sleep deprived.
Tags; fuck idek. DICKING DOWN, kinda? hate sex, theres def some aggression, teasingggg, LORD, nickname (doll) teehee, uhh, sweat, licking, slight biting SLIGHTTTT tho, doggy, riding, speedbump, all the good shit, its so fucking hot in this fuckass pantry. party poison needed a good fuck and so did you. he/him pronouns for party poison, i feel like im missing something else but idk.
Word Count; 6.3k 🌚
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You couldn’t remember the last thing you saw before hitting the ground and going unconscious.
Caught in the middle of a crossfire, you took a hit to the arm that sent you spinning and right onto some debris in the dust, hitting your head and taking you out for the count. It felt like you were out for hours, the darkness of nothing keeping you isolated from what was happening around you, scared that someone was going to come along and finish the job on you before you even had a fighting chance of getting the fuck out.
That was the risk of traversing the zones, especially when you were a nobody. No crew, no home, no place to settle to get a good night’s fucking sleep. Pure adrenaline in this shithole backwater hell, or you were a goner.
And it seemed as though your luck had run out.
…
…
…
“Hey!” A voice penetrated the solemn prison your mind was stuck in.
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…
Your eyes shot open, and you gasped in the kicked-up dust as hands tapped and shook your body. You choked and sputtered, feeling your scalp throb, rolling onto your side and trying to make out who was above you as your eyesight returned to normal.
“Hey! Come on, we gotta get outta here!” Before you knew it, you were being hoisted up by two people.
You winced as your injured arm got thrown over someone's shoulder, barely registering the fact that you were on two feet before you were hurriedly dragged across the sandy ground and hauled into the backseat of a car.
“Who the fuck is that?” A guy yelled from the driver's seat as you were pressed against someone else whom you didn’t know.
“Just fuckin’ drive! We couldn’t leave her back there!” You looked to your left at the voice speaking.
A guy with shoulder-length black hair leaned forward, motioning the artificial redhead to go, while broad hands from the right of you gently wrapped around your injured arm, examining the damage before pulling out a beat-up first-aid kit. Your head lazily lulled to the attention of the curly-headed man beside you, who gave you a warm but worried smile as he dug around for a small bottle of disinfectant and a bandage.
“Hang tight, it’s not easy doing a patch job in a moving vehicle.” He assured you, pushing back your jacket with one hand and reaching behind you to motion you forward so he could get better access. “Ghoul, a little help? Just keep her steady.”
More hands kept you as still as possible as the car burned rubber through the desolate desert, and the open sides let wind rip through the interior. It flicked your hair wildly, and you tried to focus on your breathing. Something from that head-knock had sent you a little off-kilter.
“My…” You winced as you felt a rush of liquid being poured into your wound. “My fucking head.”
“Your head? Did you hit it?” The man called ‘Ghoul’ spoke, leaning forward closer to your face.
“I think so.” He tried to look at the dirty hair on your head, vaguely nodding as if to confirm your suspicion.
You moaned quietly in pain as the bandage got wrapped snugly around your arm. The curly-haired man mumbled some sort of apology as he finished tying it up, moving you back onto the seat. Your heart wouldn’t stop drumming at a thousand miles an hour, and all you could do was close your eyes and try to remember where all your stuff was as the car sped down the highway.
It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that the car was slowing down and pulling into a run-down diner that was also connected to a gas station. You didn’t speak for the car ride, mostly keeping your eyes shut to avoid the raging winds. There was barely any conversation at all, actually.
No one spoke a word to you, which, given your state, you were grateful for, but the few words spoken were between the two men in the front seats, one blonde, one red-haired. It was nothing you could make out, unfortunately.
“Hey, you with us?” Ghoul gently tapped your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah…” You stumbled out of the car with a helping hand from him.
Hobbling into the diner, you collapsed into the first booth you saw. Your head was still throbbing, your arm thrummed with pumping blood, and you were half-covered in beige dust, completely fucked. There wasn’t a question thrown your way; they just let you close your eyes, going to do whatever they were doing. You didn’t know, nor did you care, because the seat was so…
You darted upright, narrowly missing the table. It was dark inside the diner, only thin strips of moonlight providing you with a somewhat clear vision of your surroundings. Carefully, you touched your head where the pain radiated from to find a tender lump. Ow.
The table in front of you, which was clear before, now had a small bottle of water and a little plastic bag labelled ‘ibuprofen :)’ that held a singular white pill. You weren’t sure you could trust it; hell, you didn’t know these people from a bar of fucking soap. But it sure was tempting, considering how much it could help if it truly was ibuprofen.
There was a note, too. You picked it up, only just making out the scribbled words in the dim lighting.
‘Dear Stranger,
Hopefully, you have woken up not too badly, but in case you have, I have left you an ibuprofen. Sorry that it couldn’t be more. Medicine is in rations at the moment after Kobra (blonde dude) got into a nasty accident, and we haven’t been on a medical run since, unfortunately. Also, don’t take it if you don’t want to. I know it’s sketchy. Just know we aren’t bad guys, and we only want to help.
-Jet ★ (curly hair dude)’
You eyed the pill suspiciously, tossing up whether it was worth the risk. Fuck it. Scarfing the pill down, you chased it with water, still on edge, but hoping it would help, even in the slightest.
“Wait for the hallucinations to kick in.” A quiet voice spoke from a few metres away, making you jump out of your skin.
“What?!” You squeaked a little too loudly, immediately reining in your volume. “What the hell did I just take?”
The red hair was hard to miss as he stepped a little closer, leaning on a barstool and craning his neck to stretch it. You swallowed as the moonlight accentuated the curve of his throat. “Relax. It’s actually ibuprofen. But, God, the look on your face? Priceless.”
A nervous laugh escaped you as you got comfortable again. You didn’t have much to say; he made you nervous for reasons that weren’t yet clear to you.
“Don’t get comfortable, doll. You’re outta here when day breaks.” He spat like it was a fact, and maybe it was. Maybe your salvation was only temporary. The man mumbled something on his way back through the diner. “Wastin’ our shit…”
Settling back into the worn-in leather, tenser than before, you closed your eyes. Whoever he was, he certainly wasn’t fond of strangers crashing his party.
You barely registered the fact that you had fallen asleep until you were groggily opening your eyes to the sounds of hushed chatter a few booths down from you. The ibuprofen was long past its effectiveness window, so your head and arm were back to aching as you silently lay in the booth, trying your best to make out what was being said.
“No, it’s not happening, she can’t stay.” It sounded like the man with the fire-red hair from last night.
“Poison, this isn’t up for debate.” Came next, it sounded like Ghoul. “At least give her a few weeks to get back on her feet.”
So, Poison was his name… Fitting.
“This is such bullshit, we can’t afford another mouth to feed, you fuckin’ know that.” Poison bit back.
“Respectfully, what the fuck were we supposed to do? Leave her out to die in the desert? Are you serious?” It was clear that Ghoul was getting agitated.
“Well, she wouldn’t be our problem if you did.”
Part of you wanted to get up and leave, start walking down Getaway Mile until you could figure out how to get back to your hideout, because fuck dealing with this.
“Poison… Come on…” A different voice spoke sincerely, like he was disappointed.
There was a long silence, then a slam and angry footsteps approaching you, except they didn’t stop. The front door swung open, and the footsteps travelled outside, ground crunching underneath heavy boots. A second pair hurried after, and then the diner door clicked shut.
You pushed up, yawning quietly. You looked to the booth where Ghoul and, now knowing his name, Jet sat facing away from you. They were quiet until Jet stood up, running his hands over his face and facing you, surprise colouring his expression.
“Oh! You’re awake.” Ghoul whipped his head around at his words. Jet continued. “Hope you slept alright… Sorry if you heard any of that.”
“No, no. I get it. It’s cool.” You said a little too quickly. “I can get going soon.”
“Please, stay at least for a couple days. You won’t make it back home in the condition you’re in.” Ghoul added, turned around in the booth seat.
“The other guy doesn’t seem too thrilled about that idea…” He seemed pissed.
“Look, Poison… He’s just constantly on alert. Lots of walls. Doesn’t warm up to people quickly. If you get what I mean.” Jet explained. “Ignore him, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
Three weeks later…
You were fine now, the wound had closed fully, and the lump on your head was gone, more than capable of packing up and going back to wandering the zones alone. But it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.
Jet had already fashioned you a bedroom out of the diner’s mostly unused walk-in pantry, so you didn’t have to share an open space with them all. You appreciated it, but with Poison’s passive aggressiveness over it being near his side of the main area, it felt a little less homey.
Kobra and Ghoul sat perched on the car, listening to the radio, waiting for you. They’d promised to take you to get your things when you were better. You were grateful for that, because you’d been living out of a bin of old clothes for the past few weeks, and they weren’t your style at all.
No one told Poison that you were staying full-time, well, no one could. Every time you got brought up to him, he’d shut it down, busying himself with something to dodge the topic. He wouldn’t acknowledge you when you tried to speak to him one time, groaning and pushing up from his seat, exiting the diner to get anywhere else besides where you were.
The sun was blazing down on the three of you as the car sped down the highway into zone five. Kobra had lent you a pair of sunglasses since yours got broken and were left in the dust when you got knocked out. He didn’t speak much, but he was friendly when he did, and you had come to learn that he and Poison were brothers.
After directing them to your little hideout, you loaded all you could into the boot and backseat, which was basically everything, and took off again for the diner, making it home just before dinner. Ghoul helped you carry your stuff inside, grunting as he lugged in a heavy duffel bag.
“What the hell is even in this?” He cracked a smile, placing it down with a thud inside the pantry, along with the rest of your gear.
“Bombs.” You stared at him blankly before chuckling. “Kidding, it’s mostly stuff I’ve gotten through some Neutrals. Food, parts, shit like that.”
“Plannin’ on sharin’?” The words formed a sly grin on his face, and he nudged your shoulder.
“Of course.” You grinned like it was obvious. “If you guys plan to keep me around, that is.”
At that, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked through the swinging kitchen door. “Consider yourself a Nobody no more, because you, my dear friend, are here to stay. We gotta work on finding you a cooler name, though, ‘Concussion’ doesn’t have much of a ring to it.” He let go and leaned on the bench where Jet was preparing dinner, which wasn’t all that exciting– Lizard and rice. But it was better than dog food. “Or maybe it does. I dunno. I’m starvin’.”
“Calm down, it’s almost ready.” Jet laughed.
Dinner was loud like always, talk of raids, playful jabs at each other, and forks clinking against worn ceramic. You didn’t speak a whole lot, just sat and ate quietly at the chair they had stuck on the outside of their usual booth. It was nice having company after so much time alone.
The only time Poison hadn’t been so tense around you was during meals, but that didn’t mean that he acknowledged you, merely just not eyeing you down like you were nothing. He sat to your left, not bothering to even glance in your general direction as he hunched over the table in squeezed laughter at a joke that Kobra made.
If you never saw him like this, you would think the man had a permanent stick up his ass.
Soon, the eating came to an end, and all that remained was conversation, that of which you didn’t want to butt-in on. So, instead of continuing to sit awkwardly at the end of the table, you did what you did most nights and excused yourself, picking up the plates that were essentially licked clean.
As you leaned over Poison to grab Jet’s plate, it didn’t go unnoticed how tight the air in his throat became, words falling short in his mouth. You internally winced, knowing you were pissing him off by simply existing in his space, like a thorn in his ass.
Although, as the days went by, you couldn’t tell if the anger came from a place of hate, or something else entirely.
You shook it off quickly and grabbed as much as you could before speeding off to the kitchen, swallowing away the thick lump lodged in your throat. Truly, on everything you owned, you didn’t know why your presence bothered him that badly. You were quiet, clean, and civil, courteous of his space, of everyone's space. It felt like a lost cause trying to fly under his radar, because no matter how invisible you made yourself, he’d still find a way to zero in on you with just a look and make you feel like the smallest person in the world.
There had been only one moment between you both since the first night you came here when he spoke to you, and that was a few days ago.
It was late. Really late. You were settled in for the night, rugged up to combat the scathing cold that plagued the desert valley after midnight. Jet, Ghoul, and Kobra had stumbled in maybe an hour ago, covered in glitter of all colours and giggling amongst themselves as they geeked out about the concert they attended in Zone 5. Poison didn’t show up with them.
You had spoken to them briefly before they crashed onto their makeshift beds, snores and sleepy mumbles sitting quietly in the atmosphere, and you began to wonder where the other one was as you sat on the floor of the pantry, tinkering with some electronic parts that were probably worth more as scrap. Anything to fill the time as you tried to make yourself tired enough to sleep.
Maybe you were an insomniac, or maybe it was the years you had spent watching your own ass in the desert, but constantly having that feeling of paranoia sitting on the back of your neck was really starting to take a toll on you.
Weirdly enough, it was stronger than ever when you knew Poison was around.
The only light you had was a little solar-powered flashlight that you had taped to the edge of a shelf, and you cursed as it flickered slightly, showing a low-battery symbol on the power indicator. You sighed as you resigned the parts to a box and the tools to their bag.
As you hunched over the bag, slotting different small screwdrivers into a case, you heard thumping coming from the outside of the pantry. The hair on your neck pricked up as the footsteps became clearer, encroaching on the door. Suddenly, you were very aware of your heartbeat as it sat in your throat, ears perked like a rabbit sensing a wolf.
The light went out, leaving you in total darkness.
A shaky breath left your parted lips as the sound stopped, and your eyes darted to the shadows peeking under the door. It couldn’t be him, right? No, maybe it was Ghoul asking for the medical basket, or something… Anything but him.
The handle turned achingly slow, faint light seeping in as the door pushed open, your eyes travelling up the silhouette that hunched in the doorway. The red hair was unmissable.
“Water.” His voice was ripped raw, and you carefully reached behind you, getting on your hands and knees without a question, to jam your arm into the back of the bottom shelf and pull out a small bottle of water.
You hesitantly extended your arm, remaining on your knees as you leaned back onto them. Poison seemed unamused, grunting slightly as he stepped forward into the pantry, snatching the bottle from your hand, unscrewing the cap and chugging down about two-thirds of the liquid.
He huffed as he swallowed his last gulp, the air standing still as his presence overpowered the small space. You stayed still, unsure of what to do with yourself.
Fisting the bottle towards you, you stared at it a little bewildered, and he gently waved it in your face. “Don’t waste it.”
“What?”
Poison wasn’t budging, and you looked up at him, his face and intentions hidden in shadows, and wrapped your fingers around the plastic, taking it from him and lifting it to your lips. You timidly sipped, an eyebrow quirked at him as the slight taste of his mouth sat on the rim of the bottle.
Silently, he tipped the end of the bottle up, forcing you to swallow down the rest of the water in a few heavy pours. You could just make out his expression above you, expectant.
You couldn’t help the pitiful swirling rush that ran down your stomach as he took the bottle, lazily wiping a droplet from your lip.
“Night.” He rasped, the quiet word stuffing your ears as he let go and exited the pantry, leaving the door ajar in his wake.
It was a weird night, you thought. Maybe it was his way of keeping you small—the humiliation of it. But you couldn’t help feeling hot at the thought of him over you like that.
The dishes clattered into the soapy water, speckling it onto the benchtop next to it. It amazed you how crafty they were, somehow getting running water all the way out here; it was something you could have only dreamed of when you were living alone. There was only a certain amount a day, but it was better than nothing at all.
Washing up took all of ten minutes, and when you were done, you retired to a booth to read some manual you found to kill time. The other four split off in their separate ways, only Kobra coming to sit with you, sliding into the seat across from you, while Jet and Poison headed out, Ghoul staying back to sort out some shit they brought back from a raid.
“You’re so quiet.” He said abruptly, using a finger to drag the manual over to him.
“And you’re one to talk.” You chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face as you looked up at him.
“But I do it ‘cause it’s cool.” A smirk fell on his lips as he shut the booklet. “You do it because you’re scared of my brother.”
“I’m not scared of Poison.”
“Funny, most people are.” He shrugged, sucking his teeth before leaning in. “You should be, too. I haven’t seen him like this for a while.”
“What do you mean?” Suddenly interested, you sat up a little.
“I can tell you frustrate him, he’s my blood after all, and it’s only a matter of time before… Well…” He sighed dramatically before slinking out of the seat and walking over to the front door.
“Kobra, seriously. Is he going to fucking bash me or something? Kill me in my sleep?” You whipped around, a sinking feeling in your gut.
With a shit-eating grin, he leaned his head back through the door. “Good luck.”
And then the door swung shut.
You turned back around to find Ghoul staring at you from the west of the broken display case. He looked away with a shake of his head, sorting parts into separate boxes quietly.
So many questions. But he would tell you if you were going to get hurt, right? Surely.
That night, you lay on your back on your own makeshift mattress, staring up at the ceiling at the overhead light that didn’t work. You knew it was well past midnight, and you could hear the acid rain hitting the metal on the roof. It had been raining for a while.
You tried to sleep by any means possible, counting sheep, deep breathing, staying as still as possible, but nothing worked. Your eyes burned, yawns escaping you as you rolled over for the fifteenth time, shuffling with the blanket. You beat your head into the pillow in irritation, like it would do something.
A deep, heavy sigh emptied from your lungs, and you searched your brain for any other possible method of getting to sleep.
…
No. You couldn’t. Not here.
Not with a room full of men on the other side of that flimsy door.
But it would help.
You stiffly rolled onto your back, heart beating out of your chest as you carefully slid a hand under the waistband of your loose shorts. The last time you got off was probably over a month ago, right before the accident.
Softly, you grazed your clit, toying coyly with it like someone would burst in at any moment. It didn’t feel like a whole lot, but that’s what happened when you weren’t turned on from the start. You needed some… Inspiration.
You closed your eyes, cycling through the usual things until your mind landed on him, Poison. That night. How he stood over you, forcing you to drink down that stupid fucking water like it was his dick. And then the image flashed, and you felt yourself dampen under your fingers, warm slick leaking out of you as the fantasy replayed in your mind.
As much as you disliked the way he acted towards you, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send goosebumps rising down your skin to imagine him over you, lazily pumping his cock in his hand while you sat readily on the floor to take it down your throat.
You moaned quietly as you gently rubbed your wet fingers over your clit, biting your lip as you imagined him holding you by the hair and tracing your lips with his tip. “Fuck…”
It’s not like you hated him, but you didn’t particularly like him either. The only reason you were getting off to him was that somehow, that red hair had seeped its way into the back of your mind, festering like a parasite. If he weren’t such a mystery, you wouldn’t think he would be as attractive.
Liar.
You cursed at your brain as you hummed, dipping your fingers inside of you to lubricate them as you rolled your hips, aching for more friction. It was getting increasingly hotter under the blanket, and the heat filled the small space quickly. You began to sweat as you worked your fingers in a circle, thinking about swallowing around Poison’s cock.
“S-stupid fucking—ah—red hair…” You whined as you flipped over, grinding into your palm as your face smushed into your pillow. “Stupid smirk… Stupid… Fuck.”
Your mouth hung open with damp pants as your eyes screwed shut, feeling the climax you’d been working for finally start to stir in your stomach.
And that’s when the pantry door pushed open, and you froze still, mouth snapping shut as all the air in your lungs seized, leaving your chest tight.
There you lay, hand covered in your arousal under a blanket that was the only thing saving you from total humiliation. You couldn’t open your eyes and face whoever was standing there; the thought of it sent you dizzy with embarrassment, your gut sinking straight to your ass.
Please leave, just shut the door and pretend that everything is fine.
It felt like you had lain there forever, keeping your breathing as steady as possible, as whoever stood in the doorway assumedly looked down on you. The rain pounded hard against the roof, so you wondered if they even heard you. Maybe it was someone looking for water again.
The door shut.
You sighed in relief.
“You think my hair is stupid?”
He’s fucking inside.
That unmistakable tone rang in your ears.
Staying still, your eyes darted open to the darkness, adjusting over a few seconds, roughly making out the form that stood at your feet. Guilt coiled over the retreating climax.
“Don’t let me stop you, doll. You think I’m so fuckin’ stupid, why does it matter if I’m here?” His voice fell heavy and restrained over you, a crushing force.
“I’m not—”
“Oh, I’m not, I’m not! Don’t bullshit me.” In a split second, your blanket was ripped off you, and the air cooled the gathering sweat on your body. “Would you look at that…”
You slinked your hand from your shorts in shame, face burning against the pillow as you mumbled out words that held nothing but anxiety behind them. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Mm, so you were thinkin’ about me while you played with your pussy? Is that it?” You felt him kneel at your feet as he spoke with venom, singing to your guilt like an anchor dragging you further down into it.
“Y’know…” His hands reached forward, grasping the fabric of your shorts. “You really, really don’t know how hard it’s been…” Dragging them down your legs, you let him take them off, leaving you bare in the dark. “Living with someone who gets under your skin.”
“I don’t know what I did to you. How’d you even hear me?” You asked, shivering as his hand ran up your inner thigh. He shuffled forward, spreading your legs with his knees.
It was quiet for a moment, and you could just make out his heavy breaths over the rain as his thumb ran dangerously close to your vulva. You couldn’t help the arousal that shot through you. He dropped closer to you, by how much, you could only guess. “I’ve got good ears. And, I’m a light sleeper. Lucky you.”
Poison grazed his thumb through your folds with a mocking laugh that dripped with satisfaction, pressing against your clit and circling it with precise motion. “It’s been months since I’ve been able to fuck somethin’ other than my own hand.”
His movements were slow, feeling you out as if he were testing your limits. And you let him, relaxing under the touch like it was natural. It had been too long since you’d had sex, just like Poison, and you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity even though it was him that you were letting touch you.
“You’ll let me fuck you if I make you come, won’t you?” He teased, breath ghosting your exposed lower back as his thumb pressed over your hole before slipping back to your clit. “You wouldn’t be so shallow, right, doll?”
You couldn’t help but moan, the smug fucking way he called you that pet name… God, he was annoying. It didn’t matter, though, because your brain had already given you the green light. You gulped, lips parted as you spoke softly against the pillow. “Yes…”
“Good. ‘Cause I think you’re already close.” He laughed again, licking a stripe on the small of your back, picking up his pace as he circled with slightly more pressure.
He was right. Considering you were getting there before he rudely interrupted, it wasn’t hard for the feeling to return when he started petting your cunt like he knew exactly how to push your buttons. You arched up slightly as he laid gentle kisses on your back, switching to his index and middle fingers to work your body into a puddle of syrupy want, sweetening you up to your climax, which burned between your thighs with every smooth motion.
“How– How do you know—” You moaned, trying to lift your head to look back at him.
“Shh, shh, keep it down, doll.” He mumbled against your skin, reaching up with his free hand to push you back down into the pillow. “Just enjoy it.” You couldn’t hear what he said after that, because moments later, your abdomen was thrumming with electricity that balled up rigidly, body sweating with anticipation.
You bit down on the pillow as your orgasm crashed over you, fists clutching the sides of it as your body locked up, shuddering as he guided you through it. The moans that left your mouth were—luckily—muffled into the fabric, and your eyebrows knitted together as the sensations dragged through you in waves, your hole pulsing around nothing.
You sighed as the intensity retreated, jittery flutters spasming in your muscles as he took his hand away. It was all of five seconds before hands gripped your hips and hauled your ass up, Poison grinding his obvious erection right into you.
“My turn.”
Hearing him shuffle with his pants, you used your hands to support yourself a little better, feeling him caress the curve of your ass while he pulled his cock out. He teased your entrance with his tip, sliding it through your soaked folds and humming as he relished in the fact that you were backing into him without even realising it.
You couldn’t help yourself, moaning silkenly with want, trying to grind your cunt against his cock in the dark. “I thought.. You hated—Fffuuck!”
Thank everything that he had loosened you up first because he pushed in without warning, without letting you even get used to it, sinking to the hilt in one smooth, hard motion. Poison used his thumbs to spread you wider as you squirmed, a tight laugh on his lips like your fate was sealed the moment he stepped into the cramped pantry.
Your mouth hung open, eye almost twitching as you tried to compensate for the stinging pain by bucking forward, only to be brought right back onto his cock with a rough grunt and a spank to your ass that made you yelp, whimpering as he soothed it over with a brush of his hand.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that feeling.” The words were laced with pure sleaze as he gave you a few slow thrusts, mostly for his own benefit. “You’re tighter than I expected, doll.”
Every sense you had was getting overwhelmed, the pantry was stuffy, hot with sex, your whines rang back into your ears as he fucked into you, picking up his pace quickly. You were both sticky with humid sweat, and it clung between you as his balls slapped into your pussy. It was hard to get a good breath with your face pressed into the pillow, and you took what you could as moans slipped out more often than you wanted them to.
He spanked your ass again, the bite of it permeating your skin. “That was a fuckin’ compliment. Say thank you.”
“T-Thankyou.” Arguing would’ve been useless, and the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick was too drugging even to formulate a retort.
“Smart, talking back only gets you punished.” You could hear the amused smile playing on his lips. That was when he threaded his hand into your hair, yanking you up as he sat back a little, pulling you down onto him, your head falling back as his hands moved to your chest to pinch at your nipples.
Poison dragged his tongue up your neck, leaving a wet, hot trail of saliva behind, and rolling his hips up into you. “Better ride if you know what’s good f’you.”
You whined as you did so, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix with each rock, making you rely on his hands to keep you upright as it sent shooting euphoria through your chest. He groaned in your ear, occasionally nipping at your skin as you lost yourself to the pleasure, face contorted in the extremes as you tried desperately to keep a rhythm.
All sense was to the wind, mind melting not only from the thick swelter of the space, but also from the fact that the man who had spent the last three weeks damning your existence and avoiding you like the plague had boiled down into him being balls deep inside of you in the middle of the night after giving you a fucking orgasm.
You hoped the rain would cover up most of the sound, because you didn’t think you could face the others if they heard you. It reminded you of what Kobra said… Did they know this would happen? Or at least he did?
Your thighs burned as you deliriously rutted on his cock, moans choked by the need for air. He pulled you back each time you leaned forward to get a grasp on yourself, keeping you in the cycle of mindless begging and gasping.
“Can’t– Can’t–” The threat of tears burned in your sinuses as you hung your head low, squeezing your hands on his quads, nails digging into the bunched fabric for dear life, riding him like he was a lifeline.
“Can’t what?” Poison was a fitting nickname. He spoke with such an ego, snarling his words as his hands gripped your flesh, taking whatever they could. “Too much? Aw, I’m sorry…”
He dropped you without warning, body hitting the mattress with a thud as you slid off of him, grunting as the air got knocked out of your lungs. The tears came then, trailing down your cheeks and down your chin, soaking into the pillow. Your chest heaved as your head spun, drunk off his dick like some common whore.
It was moments later that he crawled over you, heat radiating from his body, and teased your abused hole like this was some sort of game. He turned sweet in his tone, singing to your lust. “You can tell me to stop.”
“No! Pleasedon’tstop–”
You moaned, body jolting as he pushed back into you, parting your soaked folds and stretching your cunt around his length. Your head dropped into the pillow, his forearms on either side of you as he pounded deeper than you thought was possible, hitting down at an angle that made your thighs shake.
Everything was sticky, your hair was wet, his panting breath coated your shoulder in condensation, and every surface of skin between you that touched dragged with tack. The fucking room was a sauna, and you were both burning up.
“As long as you’re here–” He grunted, clearly starting to unravel. “You don’t—fuck— let anyone else touch you, got it?”
You nodded, words a sob in your throat, after Poison, you don’t think you’d want anyone else. Finding a fuck like this this far out in the desert was too rare.
“Good, ‘cause I could get used to this, doll.” He laughed, licking your cheek messily.
It was so nasty, but so good, and you whimpered as he pushed up, his knees bringing your legs together between his. Hands pushed on your hips and lower back, bolting you into the mattress, and his thrusts got rougher and sloppier over the course of maybe a few minutes. Part of you prayed for him to finish, silent begs in your mind as the pleasure almost became unbearable.
A few more drilling pumps, and he was pulling out, hot ropes of his release falling over your ass and lower back, cursing and moaning like there wasn’t a room full of people beyond the door. His fingers dug into your skin, and you could only hope that none of his come hit your shirt.
Neither of you spoke, heaving breathing being the only sound left, and he dragged his tip over your asscheek, seemingly getting the last of his orgasm off. You heard him get up after that, and then a piece of fabric fell onto your legs.
“You can use that to clean up.” His voice was smooth, like nothing just fucking happened.
The door cracked open, a cool flow of air entering the steaming space, and you could see him in the dim light, hair in a damp mess, sweat glistening on his skin, and no shirt.
That must’ve been what he tossed you.
Your eyes fluttered, and you yawned, your back stiffer than a board. You were going to sleep well.
“Night,” Poison said a little quieter, turning his head to you with a wicked smile. “Doll.”
He slipped out, leaving the door ajar once again, and you attempted to reach back for the shirt, only to fall limp with a huff.
Fuck it, clean it later.