Tag list: @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @mnsvgyaoi @pazdiangelo @lunaoz @nniicool @iheartrard @veelovespanic @riddikulus-tilltheend
Warnings: stalker!Gerard, awkward reader, gerard is a pervert, reader’s parents are christian, reader is also a pervert, READER IS DESCRIBED, Gerard and reader are straight out of highschool, so much fluff, SOME SMUT THIS CHAPTER, mutual pining, fem (she/her) reader, SWITCHING PERSPECTIVES OFTEN
A/N: Again- Sorry about the wait… but I am making it up to you guys with this chapter I promise. I really hope you guys like this :). More to come in the future! This is gonna be a long one
Synopsis: After a mutual exchange of AOL usernames with Mikey and Y/N, Gerard is eager to chat with the girl next door. While chatting online, Gerard finds himself looking outside his basement window.
Y/N’s finger had been twisting a strand of her hair incessantly for the past fifteen minutes. Even with Mikey’s calm demeanor, she appeared uncomfortable—avoiding eye contact, playing with her hair, picking at her nails. It was like looking in a mirror for Gerard. He would act the exact same way if someone were asking him as many questions as Mikey was.
“So, I’ve never seen your face around here before. Did you just move to the neighborhood?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you move here of all places? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I guess Mom and Dad had their reasons, but—Jesus Christ, there isn’t much to do here!”
“I’m going to art school.”
The answer struck a chord with Gerard.
The angel sitting a couple of feet away from him was seemingly more comparable to Gerard than he had initially thought. No wonder she had been staring at the comic book.
Does she like comics? If she does, what comics does she like? Is she as big of a nerd as I am? Does she draw comics, too?
His eyes had been glued to her since Mikey and Ray entered the room, and he was only now realizing it. He just couldn’t help himself.
He glanced toward Mikey, only to find Ray looking back at him inquisitively.
It was rare to find a girl inside the Way residence, much less in Gerard’s dungeon of a bedroom. Comics were stacked haphazardly in every corner, bookshelves overflowed with books, and action figures littered the floor alongside dirty clothes and whatever other junk he had accumulated over the years.
This was the room of a hoarder, loser, virgin—and both Ray and Gerard knew it.
“Really? Gerard’s going to art school, too. What school are you attending?”
“Rutgers.”
“Oh, cool. He’s going to an art school in New York City.”
Y/N nodded.
Now it made sense.
No wonder he was so cool. He was going to school in New York City.
Maybe if she had expanded her horizons a little further, she could have ended up at the same school as him. Not that it would have ever happened. Never in a million years would she have had the courage to even apply to a school in New York City.
Imagine what my parents would say.
But it didn’t matter where she went to school. They would always be there. Always helicoptering. Always one step behind. Always on her ass.
“That’s really cool.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Their eyes met.
For a moment, neither of them looked away.
A light blush crept across both of their cheeks.
He was so beautiful.
His dark hair was pushed messily to the side, his hazel eyes peering out from behind long lashes. His lips were curled into an expression she couldn’t quite place. Confusion, maybe.
But there was no anger behind it.
Not like when he had caught her peeking through his comic books. Just curiosity.
She could still smell him.
Coffee. Vanilla. Cigarettes.
The scent lingered in the air between them, and she wondered if she could get away with scooting a little closer. Just enough to breathe him in properly.
“Y/N, we’re leaving! Hurry up now!”
Her eyes widened.
In that moment, so distracted by the scent of Gerard’s cologne, she had completely forgotten her parents were waiting upstairs.
She quickly pushed herself to her feet and buttoned her blouse back up. She could feel eyes on her from around the room, lingering hesitantly as though everyone was waiting for her to leave.
She shoved the thought out of her head.
Like they care about me buttoning up my shirt.
Quick to escape the awkwardness, Y/N made her way toward the staircase.
She had barely taken a step when Mikey’s hand landed gently on her shoulder.
“Before you go, do you have AOL? Could I have your screen name?”
“Oh—um, yeah… lemme write it down for you.”
She pulled a small journal from her pocket and scribbled down her screen name before handing the paper to Mikey.
“What’s yours?”
“I-I can just write it down!”
Mikey’s AOL screen name was infamous among the Way household—and among the just-got-out-of-high-school nerds in the Belleville area.
Why he had chosen the nickname was up for debate. Was it just to make people laugh? Was it for attention? Or did he simply like unicorns that much?
Y/N glanced down at the sheet of paper once Mikey had finished scribbling.
Un1c0rn5evr
She erupted into laughter, doubling over.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she rubbed them away with the back of her hand, still giggling to herself. Ray and Gerard chuckled in response.
She had finally loosened up.
The tension in the room began to fade.
Her face was still bright red from laughing so hard, but for the first time since she had arrived, she looked comfortable.
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
And then she was gone.
Gerard stared at the staircase long after she disappeared from view.
“Here.”
Mikey tossed the piece of paper into Gerard’s lap.
“You seem to like her a lot more than I do.”
Mikey and Ray padded back up the stairs, disregarding Gerard’s disbelief.
This is way better than talking to her in person.
He was not one to use AOL, never have been. He used his computer mostly to watch porn and to look for the newest updates on his favorite comics. He didn’t really speak to anyone other than his close friends and that was in person, never over the internet.
Her screen name was cute and simple.
XxtinyartghostxX
Still, he needed time to think about this. If he messaged her now, she would have to assume it could be him or Ray.
Should he message her now or wait? If she was just over would she find that weird?
Gerard realized something. He wasn’t using the AOL screen name that Mikey had given her. He was using his own.
She would have no idea it was him.
He paced the perimeter of his bedroom for the next hour, contemplating whether or not he should even message her tonight. This is what he hated about having crushes, he hated not knowing what the other person wanted.
Maybe she only wanted to message with Mikey. He was the one who had the courage to ask her questions about herself and made her laugh.
Fuck, that laugh.
He hadn’t seen someone laugh that hard in a long time. He couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She was practically glowing with joy over something so stupid and idiotic.
He looked out his window, trying to keep his mind off AOL for just a moment. The sun had set, and the moon was out. The house next door had finally been bought and was now dimly lit, except for the window parallel to Gerard’s.
It was like peering into another world. Floral wallpaper lined the walls, lace curtains draped along the edges of the window, and a pristine white bed sat in the corner. A figure appeared from the other side of the room, now fiddling with the computer sitting on the desk.
It was her.
Y/N fumbled with her mouse, waiting for a message. She shouldn’t be so eager, but she really wanted friends. She needed something to distract her from her parents. They had finally gone to bed after chatting up a storm with the Way parents, and now she had time for herself. Time to speak her mind. Time to actually connect with someone without feeling like she was being watched.
There had been no new messages for the past thirty minutes. She pulled her knee up to her chest and slammed her foot against the desk in frustration. Pain shot through her foot.
Oh, fuck!
She covered her face with her hands and sighed. This was too much for her. Everything was way too much. She needed to take a shower.
She absentmindedly began changing in front of her window. First, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Then, she fiddled with the clasp on her skirt, finally finding the right angle to loosen it. It, too, fell to the floor alongside her blouse.
Before she could remove the rest of her clothes, a thought popped into her head. She should probably start the shower now so she wouldn’t have to wait for the water to heat up. She began making her way toward the attached bathroom when she heard a ping from her computer.
Someone had sent her a message.
Once Gerard saw her hand reach the top button of her blouse, he knew he was going to be in trouble. His heart started to race, his palms sweating as he placed them along the lining of his improperly positioned window. He couldn’t help himself.
Something about this felt worse than watching porn. It was almost sickening. She was completely unaware that he was watching her, and it made his stomach ache.
Would she be upset? Or would she like it?
That thought made his jeans tighten around his crotch, a warm swelling spreading through his abdomen. The second her skirt fell to the floor, he was a goner. A switch had been flipped. The only thought on his mind was:
Please don’t move from that window.
And just like that, she began moving toward the other side of the room, disappearing from his view. He couldn’t let this happen. He quickly ran over to his computer, typed in her screen name, and sent her the first thing that came to mind.
I have severe dysmenorrhoea and I throw up a lot on my period, today I threw up literally 5 times and since the xboyherox archives came out all I could think of was stupid Gerard way help
I can’t stop thinking about that little angel face being an absolute nasty perv.
masturbation , porn , vomit
Gerard would always make time for himself at the end of a long day. Or a short one. Or one where all he did was sitting in his stinky basement.
It didn’t really matter what he was up to, or what plans he had to cancel, he had his needs.
Sitting on his chair, all hunched over, one hand already stroking the outline of his cock that was still hidden behind his boxers, as the other typed on his computer.
Same website every time, nothing new.
Tons of disgusting videos, some looking way too real for them to actually be planned, most likely stolen footage. It was such a turn on.
His breath hitched as it finally loaded, his eyes washed by images and videos of girls hunched over toilets, on bathrooms floors, on beds. It didn’t matter much to Gerard, as long as they were heaving their lungs out, puking everything they had in their guts.
“fuck..” he hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing his hardening cock as he scanned over the selection, pressing on a video that he didn’t see before. A small moan escaped his parted lips as it started, dick fully hard from nothing, like usual.
The girl was dressed in a tiny dress, her panties exposed as she hugged the toilet bowl, whining softly and complaining about her stomach.
Gerard bit his lower lip, shimming his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough for his erection to pop out. He immediately wrapped his long fingers around it, his eyes not leaving the screen for a second as the video continued rolling.
The chick started to shove her fingers down her throat, making horrid gagging noises that made Gerard moan all high pitched and pitiful, his hair already sticking to his forehead from how sweaty he had gotten. His hand didn’t stop moving, thumb rubbing his tip every other stroke, making his thigh muscles clench.
The girl couldn’t bring herself to puke, and started mumbling that she wish she could get some help, sticking her ass up in the air as she kept hovering over the porcelain bowl.
Gerard threw his head back at that, his eyebrows frowned in pleasure as his hips bucked into his fist. “w-wish I could help you, baby..” he mumbled through clenched teeth, his mouth dropping open a moment later as she started to vomit.
The sounds made Gerard fuck his fist faster than before. He wished he could be there, hump her ass and hold her hair as he watched her filling up the toilet bowl, heaving in his grasp. “oh god..” he mumbled at the thought, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from coming so soon. He wanted this to last.
The chick kept going. The more she puked, the further her dress rode up, and Gerard was entranced. He breathed heavily, eyes glued to the screen like it was his life line, her cries mixing with his embarrassing loud moans that he couldn’t be bothered to hold back.
He licked his lips as he watched her wiping her mouth, collapsing by the side of the toilet and staring right at the camera. Gerard bit his lower lip, not breaking “eye contact” as he kept stroking his cock like an animal in heat.
“look at ya.. fuckin mess..” he choked out, barely above a whisper, making himself even more worked up, if that was even possible. The girl started mumbling about being sick, about her body hurting, all while Gerard couldn’t stop moving his hand on his dick, not caring about it being dry and painful from a bunch of sessions he already had today.
She looked at the toilet bowl, wincing. “I made a mess..” she whined, and Gerard came right away. “fuck-!” With a loud moan, his hips buckled as he kept fucking his fist, all covered in cum now. His mind went blank, head tilted back as small whines and whimpers left his mouth.
After a minute of overstimulating himself, Gerard removed his hand from his dick, wiping it on his boxers before pulling them back up. He closed his computer and got up with a yawn, scratching the back of his head before heading upstairs for something to eat.
Bf!Gerard who would barely be able to hold himself back while you puke. You're at his appartment, you're both back from one of his gigs. You totally got wrecked. Your head is spinning, you're dizzy and you feel sick from the amount of alcohol you've comsumed. Gerard is running his hands through your hair, holding it back as you throw up. He's rock solid. This is the second time in a row you've thrown up and he totally loves it. As you finish, leaning your head back, he smiles gently. "You ok..?" You laugh, saying yes. You're still completely drunk, so you're not thinking straight. He takes you to his bed and lays down with you, tucking you in. Yes, he's rock hard, and yes, he'd do anything to be inside you right now but you're vulnerable and its not right to take advantage of drunk women, so he settles for cuddling you to sleep.
(Lmk if you guys want a NSFW version of this by commenting, liking or reblogging! It would be a different scenario from the reader being drunk as I don't write stuff like that, but it'd still be about puke.)
The smell of smoke soaked into the faded fabric of Gerard’s black t-shirt felt like the only thing in the world that was entirely his.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the heavy, greasy texture of his black locks falling over his forehead. Gerard couldn't quite remember the last time he had stepped under the shower with a real desire to get clean, it felt like a waste of time. For what? He wasn't going anywhere, he had nowhere to go.
He was lying flat on his back on his squeaky bed, covered up to his chest by his old Star Wars blanket, staring at the ceiling and watching the cigarette smoke rise in slow spirals. The filter was burning down, almost pinching the tips of his thumb and index finger. His pajama pants, baggy and worn out, trapped a muggy, uncomfortable heat.
He was the older brother who amounted to nothing, the weird guy who drank too much, and hid in the basement of his parents’ house while the rest of the world seemed to understand exactly how to move forward.
As he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray to put it out, the silence was broken by a noise upstairs. The sound of a door slamming, followed immediately by the muffled echo of voices rising in pitch.
He got up slowly, his bare feet felt the freezing chill of the floor before he walked to the squeaky wooden staircase leading to the main house. With every step he climbed out of the basement’s gloom, the sound above grew clearer. It wasn't Mikey. Or, at least, not just him.
The voice was female, a voice that made Gerard’s chest tighten in a strange way, an automatic pang of a pathetic nervousness he had been trying to stifle for months.
It was you.
You were in Mikey’s room, and you weren't just talking, you were arguing.
Gerard stopped at the top of the stairs, hand resting on the wooden doorframe, taking a deep breath so the smell of cigarettes wouldn't give him away too soon. The door to his brother’s room, down the hall, was left slightly ajar, letting a sliver of yellowish light escape along with the raspy edge of your voice.
“No, you don't understand! You never understand!” Your voice broke, choked up, sharp with frustration. “You said we were going to talk about this... No, don't make excuses!”
Gerard swallowed hard, frozen in the middle of the hallway. His pajama pants dragged faintly on the hardwood floor, but the sound of your fight drowned out any noise he might have made.
“Enough,” you said, and the tone of your voice dropped to a broken whisper, heavy with disappointment. “Enough! I don't want to talk to you anymore today.”
The sound of the phone being slammed down echoed through the room and a dense, suffocating silence followed.
Gerard should have turned around; he knew exactly what his place was in that house and in your life. You were the amazing girl who came over to study with Mikey, the smart, pretty girl with a smile that seemed to light up everywhere. And you had a boyfriend. Popular, with a cool car and with a laid-out future.
He was just Mikey’s weird brother, the guy with deep dark circles under his eyes who passed you in the hallway muttering an almost inaudible "hi" before disappearing into the darkness of the stairs.
But then came the sound.
A soft sniffle, followed by a stifled, heavy sob, the kind that comes from someone trying to swallow their tears so as not to make a sound, but unable to stop their chest from heaving.
Without thinking clearly, his bare feet led him to the door of Mikey’s room. The crack in the door revealed part of the room: you, sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed, hands covering your face, shoulders trembling slightly.
His hand shook a little as he raised his knuckles and gave two weak taps on the wooden door.
Knock, knock.
You jumped on the bed, wiping your face in a quick, desperate gesture with the back of your hands, looking toward the door with red, tear-filled eyes. When your eyes met his through the crack, your expression shifted instantly from pain to a mix of shock and defensive irritation.
“What are you doing here, weirdo?!” you snapped, your voice raspy from crying, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.
Gerard didn't leave, instead, he pushed the door open a little more, just enough to lean against the frame. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back in an automatic gesture of pure nervousness, he knew he must look miserable.
“Is... is everything okay?” he asked. His voice came out quieter and rasper than he intended, torn by smoke and disuse over the past few hours.
You gave a short, bitter laugh, looking up at the ceiling to try and hold back another tear that threatened to roll down your cheek.
“It’s none of your business!” you replied, sharp, avoiding direct eye contact this time. You crossed your arms over your chest, curling up as if trying to create an invisible armor against him.
Gerard swallowed the rejection, he was already used to being irrelevant, so it didn't hurt as much as it should have.
“Where's Mikey?” he changed the subject, trying to give you a neutral reason to look at him, seeking to divert attention from your crying.
“He stepped out,” you answered, sniffling and wiping your nose on your sweater sleeve. “Said he was gonna grab something at a friend’s house... a record or whatever. Said it’d be quick, but it’s been an eternity.”
You stood up from Mikey’s bed with an abrupt movement, grabbing your bag off his desk and slinging the strap over your shoulder. Your face was flushed, your eyes shiny with tears, and your hands trembled slightly as you adjusted your things.
“I’m leaving anyway,” you added, avoiding his gaze as you passed a hand over your face once more, trying to hide the tear tracks.
Gerard looked at you, he really looked at you. The contrast between the two of you was absurd; you seemed so alive, so full of a light that neither anger nor sadness could completely extinguish.
He felt a knot in his stomach, a desperate urge to do something, anything, to fix whatever that idiot boyfriend had done. But what could he do? Gerard was a nobody. Even so, the words slipped out of his mouth before his brain could filter them.
“If... if you need anything,” he began, hesitating, taking an involuntary step back, gesturing toward the hallway, “I’ll be down in my room… in the basement.”
You didn't even answer, you just completely ignored him, keeping your eyes glued to the floor as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, your jaw set, clearly wishing he would become invisible or evaporate from the hallway.
Realizing his presence was only making things more uncomfortable for you, Gerard turned around. His bare feet made no sound as he walked across the hardwood floor to the basement door.
The image of you crying wouldn't leave his mind.
Your tear-filled eyes, your broken voice on the phone, your defensive posture upon seeing him at the door... It consumed him from the inside in a cruel way. How could that guy do that to you? How could someone who had the privilege of having you around, holding your hand, hearing your laugh every day, make you cry?
If it were him...
The thought came with force, making Gerard close his eyes in shame at his own audacity.
If it were him.
What a pathetic joke. If it were him what, Gerard? Have you looked at yourself today?
He was a mess, a bottomless pit of insecurities and flaws. How could he think he had the right to want to protect anyone when he could barely keep his own head above water?
Until the sound of footsteps at the top of the basement stairs made his heart slam against his ribs. They weren't his brother’s heavy, hurried steps; they were hesitant, slow.
Gerard sat up on the bed, he held his breath, staring into the darkness of the hallway until your figure emerged from the gloom, stepping down the final stair.
“I...” Gerard froze, stepping on the cigarette filter on the floor and swallowing hard, his voice failing miserably. “I thought you had left.”
You stopped a few paces from the entrance of his room, arms wrapped around yourself, your eyes wandering through the space before finally meeting his. Your face still carried the fresh flush from crying, but your expression now held a quiet exhaustion.
“I was going to,” you said, your voice quiet, almost lost in the basement's silence. You took another step inside, slowly uncrossing your arms. “But... maybe I decided it was better not to.”
Panic instantly took over Gerard’s mind.
An overwhelming wave of nervousness hijacked his body, Gerard scrambled out of bed in an awkward, clumsy movement, the Star Wars comforter tangling around his pajama legs before he managed to kick himself free.
“Oh, okay… right. Yeah...” he started to stammer, looking around and realizing, with painful clarity, the deplorable state of the place.
He began moving around the room hastily gathering loose scrap paper scattered on the floor. Gerard kicked a stack of comic books under the desk and tried, in vain, to disguise the mountain of dirty clothes piled in a corner.
“Sorry about the mess,” he muttered, running a hand through his greasy hair in a fast, desperate gesture, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. “I wasn't... I wasn't expecting anyone. I mean, nobody ever comes down here.”
While Gerard desperately tried to create an illusion of order, you slowly walked through the room. Without saying a word, you slipped the bag off your shoulder and approached the old sofa, allowing yourself to sink into it.
Gerard stopped in the middle of the room, holding a handful of colored pencils, staring at you. The contrast of your presence on that wrecked couch felt like a surreal scene he had conjured up in his own head.
He needed to say something, he needed to fill the silence before you realized just how pathetic he was and decided to head back up the stairs.
“Y’know... if you want, we could do something,” Gerard blurted out, his voice rushed from nerves as he threw the pencils onto the table and wiped his sweaty palms against his pajama pants. “Like, until Mikey gets back. We could watch a movie or... or we could listen to music, I have some new records. Or if you prefer... I have some comics here. There are some really good horror ones, if you're into that kind of thing...”
Your head remained bowed, but a long breath escaped through your nose. A deep, heavy sigh that seemed to drain every last bit of air from your chest. You didn't look at the records, you didn't look at the VHS tape, nor the comics. You just stared at your hands, intertwined over your knees.
“He hasn't slept with me in four months,” you let out.
Gerard froze in his tracks, his mouth hung slightly open, the air caught in his throat. All the nervous trembling from seconds ago simply evaporated, replaced by complete and utter paralysis.
“Four months, Gerard,” you repeated, your voice choked up, yet strangely steady, as if the pain had already turned to stone inside you. “We live close to each other, we see each other almost every day, and he just... doesn't touch me. He doesn't look at me like that anymore. If I don't initiate it, if I don't try to start something, nothing happens. And when I do try, he makes up an excuse. Says he’s tired, stressed about work, has a headache...”
A solitary tear escaped your eye and tracked down your cheek, but you wiped it away angrily with the sleeve of your sweater.
“It’s destroying me,” you continued, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “It’s completely shredding my self-esteem! I look in the mirror every day trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. Is it my body? My hair? Did I get annoying? Did I do something? I’ve reached a point where I feel bad just for wanting my own boyfriend.”
You finally raised your eyes to look at Gerard, they were bright, sunken, carrying a raw vulnerability that made his chest physically ache.
“I don't know why the hell I’m telling you this,” you let out a weak, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “God, we barely talk and I don’t even know you at all, but... I needed to get this out. I was going to explode if I kept this to myself for one more minute.”
Gerard stood motionless for agonizingly long seconds, his brain felt like it had short-circuited. The sheer intimacy of that revelation was something he was psychologically completely unprepared for.
Outrage, shock, and a sudden protective fury mixed with his usual social panic. He didn't know what to do with his hands, didn't know where to look, but seeing you shrink back like that made something inside him break completely.
Unable to filter a single thought, Gerard just started rambling, his words tripping over each other in a frantic stream:
“He’s a fucking jerk!” Gerard burst out, taking a step forward, his arms flailing in the air as he spoke way too fast. “No, seriously, listen to me, you can't... you can't for even a second think that the problem is you! That’s insane! I mean, have you looked at yourself? Have you ever seen yourself?!”
Gerard gestured wildly in your direction, eyes wide, his voice rising in pitch as the indignation completely took over him.
“You’re the most incredible, gorgeous, and brilliant girl I've ever seen! Mikey talks about you all the time, about how smart you are, and I... I mean, anyone with half a brain can see that from a mile away! If that guy isn't touching you, if he’s been ignoring you for four months, that's one hundred percent on him! There must be something seriously wrong with his head, or he’s blindly miserable, because if I... I mean, if any guy in the world were with you, he’d be... he’d thank the heavens every single day just to have you around!”
Gerard cut himself off abruptly, his chest heaving, freezing in the middle of the room the exact moment he realized what he had just said. Shame hit him like a wave of ice water, he had said too much. He had crossed an invisible, sacred line, exposing the most secret, miserable, and pathetic part of his own soul.
Pressing his lips together until they turned white, Gerard took a slow step back. He didn't have the courage to look at you, he couldn't face your expression of disgust or pity, any one of them would destroy him.
“I...” he began, his voice faltering, turning into a hoarse, almost inaudible whisper that barely escaped his throat. He stared at his own nicotine-stained fingers as he took another involuntary step toward his own mess. “I wish I had the luck of having you... even if it was only for a second.”
Gerard let himself collapse back onto the edge of his bed, resting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in his hands.
“Gerard...” your voice broke the silence. There was no anger in it, none of the sharp tone from before. It was a soft, uncertain voice, almost bewildered. “Look at me.”
Gerard shuddered, the palms of his hands pressed against his eyes so hard that he saw bright spots in the dark.
“Please, look at me,” you asked again, closer this time.
He heard the soft sound of your footsteps, you had gotten up from the couch. With every inch you drew closer, the ache in Gerard’s chest grew.
He slowly pulled his fingers away from his face, but kept his eyes glued to the cold floor, refusing to look up at your face. He saw only your shadow approaching, until the mattress beside him sank slightly under your weight.
You sat down next to him on the bed, so close that he could feel the heat emanating from your body, the smell of your perfume, something sweet and warm, invaded his space sending a violent knot straight to his stomach.
“What did you say?” you asked, your voice low, intimate, barely a breath against the icy air of the room.
Gerard felt the blood pounding in his ears, a frantic thrumming that drowned out any logical thought. The shame consuming him reached its peak, and the desperate need to backtrack, to fix the damage before you fled from there never to return, took complete hold of his mind.
He began to stammer, the words coming out trembling, rushed, a complete mess of panic and self-condemnation:
“N-nothing! I... fuck, I’m sorry, (Y/N)! I’m so sorry, really, I didn't... I shouldn't have said any of that!” Gerard blurted out, turning his face slightly away, gesturing clumsily and frantically with his hands.
He ran a hand over his face again, pushing his greasy hair back, his breathing short and uneven.
“You have a boyfriend,” he continued, his voice cracking mid-sentence, laced with a deep bitterness he couldn't hide. “I am no one to interfere in your life, much less to say... to say what I said. Forget it, please. Pretend I’m not even here. I just... I’m a mess, I’m sorry.”
Gerard clenched his teeth, waiting for your reaction. He expected the logical rejection he deserved for being so reckless.
Instead, your hand rose slowly and rested on his thigh.
The touch shot through the thin, worn fabric of his black pajama pants like a high-voltage electric shock. Your fingers settled into the curve of his thigh, and right after, you began a slow, rhythmic stroke, sliding the palm of your hand.
Gerard closed his eyes tightly, he set his jaw, trying to hold back the sigh threatening to escape his throat, but the sheer force of that simple touch was disarming every single one of his defenses.
His hand, resting limply beside him on the mattress, curled into a tight fist, digging his fingernails into his palm to try and stay anchored to reality.
“Please, (Y/N)...” Gerard whispered, his voice dropping to a trembling frequency, torn apart by absolute vulnerability. His head tilted slightly forward, defeated by your touch. “Don't do this to me... Please.”
He swallowed hard, feeling his throat scratch, while your hand kept moving over his pants, warm and steady.
“I won't be able to take it,” he concluded in a breath, his voice almost inaudible, surrendering every last piece of his resistance into the muffled silence of the basement.
The sound of his ragged breathing was the only thing breaking the dense silence, alongside the distant rustle of fabric dragging against the mattress.
“What do you want, Gerard? Use your words.”
The question kept floating between you, demanding an answer he could barely articulate. Sweat beaded on his forehead, sticking dark strands of hair to his pale skin as he swallowed hard, trying to organize the thoughts crashing through his mind.
“I...” his voice cracked, a raspy whisper from a dry throat. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing those wavering hazel irises, unable to look at you directly for more than a few seconds at a time. “If you let me... I can make you forget about him. About your boyfriend…”
The vulnerability in his words was almost tangible, raw and unfiltered. Gerard looked on the brink of a nervous breakdown, but the urgency in his words left no doubt as to how badly he wanted this.
“I’ll take care of you,” he continued, his breath hitched, stumbling over the syllables. “I’ll make you feel good. Nobody has to know, I swear... You can do whatever you want with me. Whatever you want. I’ve just... spent months imagining this. Imagining having you close like this, what it’d be like to kiss you, and...”
He froze mid-sentence, his face burning an intense shade of red. You gave him no room to retreat, leaning in close, you tilted your head and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Keep going...” you asked quietly, your voice right against his ear, a warm breath that gave him full-body goosebumps.
Gerard closed his eyes again, letting out a slow breath before confessing the rest of the train of thought he had been nourishing in secret for so long.
“...and what it’d be like to fuck you.”
A smirk formed on your lips and without wasting time, you took Gerard’s hand, gently pulling it toward your mouth. Your eyes held his startled gaze as you parted your lips and wrapped them around his index finger, starting a slow, rhythmic suction. Gerard let out a low groan, his mouth staying slightly open as he panted.
When you finally pulled his finger from your mouth, the glistening saliva contrasted against his pale skin. Looking down and taking in the clear evidence of the impact you had on him, a short, teasing laugh escaped your throat.
“You really are a loser virgin,” you teased, your voice dripping with playful irony.
Before he could form any defense or protest, you pulled him sealing your lips over his in a deep kiss. The bitter, familiar taste of cigarettes he carried immediately blended with the sweet, refreshing flavor of your mint gum. Your hands slid up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers into his slightly messy hair, firm enough to keep him anchored to the rhythm of the kiss.
Gerard offered no resistance, he allowed you to take absolute control of the situation. It had been months since he had kissed anyone, and his inexperience, or simply his desperate desire to please, shone through in the hesitant yet devoted way his tongue sought yours. His hands slowly crept up until they found your waist, gripping your skin through the fabric with an almost frantic intensity.
Without breaking the rhythm of your shallow breaths, you pulled back just enough to cross your arms, lift your t-shirt over your head, and toss it onto a random corner.
Gerard’s eyes widened, the sight of you there, in just your bra seemed to paralyze whatever motor skills he had left. Your fingers slid to the hem of the baggy t-shirt he was wearing, hooking into the fabric to pull it up.
“No...” he suddenly murmured, covering your hands with his, trying to halt the movement. His voice was almost a plea. “Please, don't take it off. I don't want you to look at me.”
“Lie down on the bed, now” you commanded, ignoring his protest with a quiet authority.
He obeyed without argument, leaning his body back until his head hit the messy pillow. You then settled over him, straddling his lap and pinning him down with your weight.
“Don't be silly,” you whispered, leaning down close as you grabbed the hem of his shirt again.
This time, leaving no room for refusal, you yanked the fabric off in one swift motion, pulling the shirt over his head and exposing his pale torso. His reaction was instant: a flush rushed from his neck straight up to his cheeks, a bright, vivid red of pure embarrassment at finding himself exposed.
You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss along his jawline before dragging your lips down his neck, feeling his pulse against your mouth. Gerard let out a stifled gasp as your kisses kept traveling down toward his chest.
“You’re beautiful, Gerard,” you said against his skin, feeling his chest rising and falling rapidly.
His response died in the air the moment your hands slid down to the waistband of the worn pajama pants he was wearing. With an agile movement, you pulled the elastic down, sliding the pants down his legs until removing them entirely and revealing that he was already completely naked underneath.
Gerard covered his eyes with his forearm, letting out a heavy sigh, caught between extreme embarrassment and total surrender. His breathing came in short, uneven gasps while his body trembled slightly beneath your presence.
“Please... I need you...” he muttered, his voice reduced to almost a cry, a fragile sound carrying all the accumulated anxiety and vulnerability of months of silence and contained desire.
As he lost himself in his own words, you maintained absolute control of the situation. Your lips traced a slow, deliberate path down the inside of his thigh, feeling his pale skin goosebump and contract at every touch. You lingered intentionally, brushing lightly, threatening to touch, testing the limits of his patience and sanity until he was entirely at the mercy of your rhythm.
Gerard’s body reacted on pure instinct when your hand finally touched his cock, beginning a firm, steady movement. His hips lifted off the mattress involuntarily, a sharp jerk accompanied by a loud, raspy groan completely devoid of any modesty. His words began to spill over each other in a continuous stream of pleas and fragmented confessions:
“Thank you... you’re so good to me, sugar... I don’t deserve you, thank you...”
He was completely surrendered, submissive in a way that felt almost painfully intense. His fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly, his head thrashing from side to side against the pillow.
When Gerard slowly opened his eyes, the sight before him made him lose what little air remained in his lungs. He saw you there, smirking with an amused, dominant air, right before feeling the damp touch of your tongue trace its path.
As your lips set the pace on his cock, your free hand descended to firmly grasp his balls, creating a synergy of sensations that made Gerard let out a muffled cry against his own forearm, trying in vain to stifle the sound of his own moans.
His hands abandoned the sheet to fumble in the air for a moment before finding your hair, tangling his fingers through the strands with silent desperation. His chest heaved in violent gasps, his skin slick with a thin layer of sweat that gleamed under the dim light.
“Fuck... I can’t...” he stammered, his voice cracking into a high, pleading tone, his hazel eyes locked onto you with near-desperate adoration.
The climax came without warning with one last thrust that caused the muscles in his legs and abdomen to contract with maximum force. His body leaned forward, his breath caught in a long sigh as he came into his own stomach.
The satisfied smirk curling on your lips was the silent answer to the state of exhaustion he was in. Gerard muttered a breathless apology, averting his gaze for a second to fumble around the nightstand. His trembling fingers found a tissue, and he quickly wiped his own stomach, his face still burning a bright crimson with shame and embarrassment over how fast he had been.
But you didn’t give him time to retreat into his own shyness.
With a swift movement, you turned, lying on your side right next to him on the messy mattress. Without waiting for him to formulate an excuse or try to cover his body, you took his hands, firm, and guided them directly to your pussy.
“Here,” you whispered, guiding his fingers to the exact spot, showing him without hesitation the touch you wanted.
Gerard’s eyes widened, his hazel irises flashing with an intense mix of surprise, reverence, and a sudden rebirth of desire. He swallowed hard, his chest rising rapidly once again as he looked at you with almost painful adoration.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, his voice raspy, almost asking permission as if he still couldn’t believe he had the right to.
You simply gave a small nod and his lips pressed against yours, his warm tongue surged inside in a thick, wet kiss.
You began to dictate through whispers against his mouth, guiding his movements: the exact pressure his fingers should apply, how deep they should go, the angle, the steady rhythm that made your whole body respond in waves of heat.
It didn’t take long for control to slip away, just a few seconds were enough to have you arching your back and rolling your hips against his hand, his name escaping in loud, drawn-out moans.
The sound of your voice calling for him had an immediate effect, Gerard’s body tensed and he turned rock-hard again in a matter of seconds, so that with every subtle movement he made, you could feel the rigid length of his cock rubbing directly against your thigh.
The feeling of that hot hardness against your skin pushed your arousal past an unbearable limit. Your eyes locked onto his, your breath completely frantic, until the warning escaped in a strangled groan:
“Gerard... I’m gonna come...”
Hearing that seemed to unlock any remaining trace of hesitation in him. His hand sped up its pace with desperate urgency, while he buried his face in your neck and said, his voice choked up and feverish:
“Come for me, honey... please, make me yours, only yours...”
Your muscles clamped down hard around his fingers, the world around you fading as a muffled scream caught in your throat and your entire body trembled.
You remained lying flat on your back for a few moments, staring up at the dark ceiling of the room, your chest heaving violently as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away. With a slow gesture, you turned your head to the side, meeting his gaze as he still watched over you.
You reached out and gently brushed a damp, sweaty lock of dark hair away from Gerard's face, resting your forehead against his in an intimate and unexpected touch.
“I can’t believe...” you whispered, your voice still weak from the peak of pleasure, “...that my best friend’s nerdy older brother just made me come in a way my boyfriend never could in his life.”
Gerard blinked, stunned, paralyzed by the direct comparison.
“Are... are you serious?” he stammered, his tone incredulous.
“Yeah,” you answered with a crooked smile, before hardening your gaze in playfulness. “But I’m never admitting that out loud. And if you dare tell anyone... I swear I’ll kill you.”
A nervous, incredulous laugh escaped him, but you didn't give him room to say anything. Pulling him by the back of the neck, you dragged him in for another kiss, with a gentle but firm push, you pulled him up, making him roll over and straddle you.
Gerard settled between your thighs, and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close until there wasn’t an inch of air left between your bodies. With your face pressed to his ear, you breathed the words that shattered any remaining shred of self-control in him:
“I wanna feel all of you inside me...”
A raspy gasp escaped his lips.
“Fuck... You have no idea what you do to me...” Gerard murmured, his voice unrecognizable, so deep.
Before taking a single step further, he gripped his cock and stroked his length along your entrance, gliding through the slick wetness of your recent orgasm, testing the limits of your patience. And without warning, with a firm thrust of his hips, he buried himself all the way in at once.
The impact tore a simultaneous, shared groan from both of you. Your back arched hard against the mattress, and your nails dug deep into the bare skin of Gerard’s back, leaving immediate red marks there.
“Bite me...” he demanded, breathless, “...I wanna be completely marked by you..”
You didn’t think twice and sank your teeth lightly into the top of his shoulder, biting his skin as you moved your lips down to suck on his neck, creating a pattern of red and purple bruises.
The rhythm of his thrusts had become more erratic, dictated by an urgency growing exponentially inside Gerard’s chest. Sweat dripped from his forehead, drop by drop, mixing with yours and drawing hot lines across both of your skin.
With his face buried in the crook of your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin and the taste of your rapid breaths, he had to make a superhuman effort to form words, his voice coming out raspy, trembling, and heavy with genuine plea.
“Can I... can I come inside you? Please...” he whispered against your skin, the question slipping out almost like a forbidden secret he feared and desired all at once.
You gave no verbal answer, instead, your legs, still wrapped around his waist, tightened their grip, pulling him even deeper into you, while a long, drawn-out moan escaped your lips.
To Gerard, that sound was the ultimate authorization.
“I’m gonna...” he stammered, his voice cracking into a barely audible whisper, “...I’m gonna come.”
With one final deep thrust, driving his hips hard against yours, Gerard locked up. His entire body gave a violent jolt, the muscles in his back tensing to their limit as he let go completely, wave after wave, filling you up entirely. He let out a muffled, long, raspy groan, collapsing the weight of his body forward right after.
Gerard remained lying over you, but took care to prop his weight up on his arms to keep from crushing you, even though your bodies were completely stuck together by the sweat glistening on your warm skin.
Slowly, with the sluggishness of someone still floating in a state of numbness, Gerard rolled to his side, lying on the mattress right within your reach. He turned his face toward you and, as exhausted as he was, simply couldn't tear his eyes away.
Driven by a sudden impulse, you sat up in bed, ignoring the nudity and obvious exhaustion, and began moving with practical agility. You quickly gathered your clothes scattered across the floor, slipping on your pants and shirt in a matter of seconds, before bending down to grab your backpack.
Gerard followed your every move with his eyes, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. He already understood, he knew exactly what the boundaries of this situation were; he knew this was nothing more than a secret kept in the shadows of that room.
He didn't try to stop you; he just lay there, the sheets tangled around his legs, absorbing the silence taking over. You already had one shoulder strap of your backpack on when you paused at the edge of the bed, looking at him one last time before leaving.
“Are you gonna be around next Tuesday?” your question cut through the room's silence, direct and unexpected.
Gerard blinked a few times, confused for a moment before managing to articulate an answer, his voice still raspy.
“Yeah... but why?”
A quick, enigmatic smirk appeared on your lips.
“Then wait for me, I’ll be back.”
Without waiting for his answer you turned around and vanished down the hallway, leaving behind the scent of your perfume clinging to his skin and soaked deep into the pillows.
I don't wanna be boring and ask for something too similar so take all the creative liberties you like but I looove the idea of a similar scenario finding Gerard's freaky porn mags and calling him gross but then maybe the (fem,ifyoudontmind🙏) reader lets Gerard do whatever freaky shit he likes to her 😶🌫️🤤
I live for freaky basement Gerard 💕
✧˚ · . teal roots gerard — fem reader
freaky/dom gerard always makes my mouth water!!!! i loved this request angel <3 take care and always send more stuff like this! also ignore the title of this, i literally couldn’t think of a name.
warnings — mentions of vomit, piss, overstimulation, rough sex, bondage, smut with little plot, dom!gee, vibrator use (fem receiveing), fingering (fem receiving), penetration (unprotected), tit sucking, mocking and degrading if you squint.
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you always knew gerard was into nasty shit when you two got together. but, when you went through the porn mags you found, you jaw dropped.
some of the pages were basically glued shut from the amount of cum on some of the pages. all of the girls having the exact body type as you, and if they didn’t you noticed how gerard drew over those girls on that page.
reading what you could and realized some of these magazines talked about piss, vomit, tying girls up and edged into overstimulation, rough sex.
not sure if you should be mad at your boyfriend for hiding this, or if you should be turned on. but, it really was a mix of both.
of course you didn’t mention it to gerard when you found this shit, if anything you took it to your advantage since gerard almost never mentioned what he liked during sex for some reason. which now, it makes sense.
so, of course, you came over to his place and pounced on him instantly one his shut the basement door. pushing him on the bed and straddling his waist.
“what is all of this about?” gerard managed to muffle through your kisses. a boner already forming in his pants from how you were humping him.
you pulled away from his mouth, eyeing his plump, red lips before looking into his pretty hazel eyes that were already red from the weed he smoked before you came over. “just really missed you.”
gee’s eyes narrowed as if he knew you were lying.
propping himself up on his elbows and huffing. “you’re lying.”
you gave him a shit eating grin at first. you wanted to mention how you knew about all of the porno mags and wanted to try everything he wanted but instead you kissed his cheek. “maybe i just want to try a few things.” your breath grazes over his cheek before kissing it.
gerard was still confused where most of this was coming from. pulling you back again “try what?” his heart suddenly pounding.
you sat perfectly on his lap and brought your hands up under his old band shirt. “the nasty shit you read about in your porn mags.”
gerard’s expression completely blanked after he heard those words. his eyes going wide and his lips barely parting.
you just gave a light nod, leaning back in to kiss his other cheek. “oh yeah baby, i know all about it.” you dragged your words out in a soft mocking tone. “it was so fucking gross.”
slowly starting to move your hips again as you spoke. gerard’s boner solid beneath you. “no words baby, hm?” you scolded and brushed your thumbs over his nipples.
a soft shudder running down gerard’s spine. “how, how did you know about those.” stuttering over his words.
“you didnt exactly hide them well.” you laughed. “they were literally just under your bed.”
everything in the room suddenly felt hotter, gerard’s brain malfunctioning. he always felt like if you knew what he actually liked you’d want to break up with him, so your reaction made it difficult to figure out if you were truly grossed out or not.
“so, you want to try them on me? the nasty shit you read?” you teased. leaning in for a kiss but that changed quickly when gerard moved you below him, the quickness in his movements making your heart pound. your shirt quickly being thrown off your body and being tossed to the end of the bed.
becoming aware of the fact that your tits are out now since you weren’t wearing a bra.
you chest heaved some, looking into his blown out pupils. barely registering that he was undoing his belt and bringing it to your wrist,
“this is okay, yeah?” his voice going soft for a moment. understanding that even if you guys are in the moment, he wanted to be respectful.
you sputtered over your words before managing to get them out. “s’okay. you can do what you want.”
after that, you immediately saw his demeanor switch again. tying the belt around your wrist above your head. admiring the work he just did before lifting off of you and moving over to the bedside table. “you remember the vibrator i bought a few weeks back, yes?”
doing your bed to lean over and see what he was grabbing, before answering. “yeah.”
gee have a hum after settling next to your body again, now holding a purple vibrator sucker that he bought for you two to have fun with. this being the first time you guys actually get to use it together. “good, i want to use that tonight.”
your throat became dry as he propped your knees up, moving between your legs where their was a very visible wet spot on your underwear.
“don’t be so nervous sugar, i got a few plans.” a shit eating grin covering his face now.
once gerard fully finished setting up, your mind wouldn’t stop spinning about the ideas he wanted to do. the thrill of waiting is what made your cunt ache more for him.
“okay,” gerard started talking again, snapping you out of your thought and seeing him settle down again. “first i’m gonna take these panties off and then make your cum like you haven’t ever before, sugar.”
a faint breath falling from your mouth as his delicate hands pulled the hem of your panties down. eyeing the wet spot that gerard was clearly interested in. “you get wet so easily. it’s all for me to.”
“just touch me.” you begin to beg. the cool air hitting your pussy making you twitch more.
gerard didn’t answer that time, instead you heard a small clicking sound and then a hum following after. realizing he was turning the vibrator on.
without warning, you felt it press against your sensitive bud. instantly, pushing a whimper out of you.
the pressure definitely wasn’t strong enough to push an orgasm out of you, but it was strong enough to make you want more.
“gee…” you mouth fell open with another moan. gerard taking great pleasure in seeing you already so wreaked considering he’s barely touched you.
starting to slowly move it in slow circles “what sugar?” his tone becoming insanely soft, but you could hear the mocking behind it. “you must need more, mhm?” he teased.
bucking your hips against the toy with consistent moans, trying to milk this out the best you can. hoping you can get gerard to turn the speed up more.
the sudden fullness of one finger slipping into your aching hole without another warning, jaw falling slack and giving an incoherent moan. managing to barely say gerard’s name under your breath. 
keeping up with gerard’s rhythm with the toy and his fingers, circling your hips faster. “feels good.” your eyes fluttering shut slowly from the pleasure.
“i bet..” gee clicked his tongue when he then pulled the vibrator away. making you give him a groan in frustration. gerard laughed and keep slowly pumping his fingers until he felt your walls start to pulse quicker.
realizing your orgasm was coming close, he then pulled his fingers out. leaving your edges and uncomfortable.
“not fair!” you whined, watching him lick his fingers in satisfaction.
he shrugged it off “not done with you get sugar.”
beginning to pull his jeans down the rest of the way, the very obvious erection in his pants that just looked uncomfortable to even be sitting with. “i wanna fill you up even more sugar, gotta make my girl feel good.” grinning down at you once he got his jeans and underwear off.
his dick hitting against his stomach and slowly palming it. giving gerard yet another whine. “please, gee”
softly humming as he began to lean over you, rubbing his cock up and down your wet folds. both you moaning in unison. “can’t believe i get this all to myself.”
barely giving you time to register anything, he pushes in fully without giving you time to adjust. yelping and tears already forming in the corner of your eyes. “fuck, give me a second.”
both of your facing each other, gerard already heaving to himself. “can’t take it?” gerard already starting to set a pace.
“no, i can” whimpering when he started off with a pretty quick pace.
bringing his face to your shoulder to kiss it “then act like it, sugar.” his breath ghosting over your sweaty body. gerard trying his best to already hold back his own orgasm because he wanted you to get to finish first.
the few times you guys have already had sex, it was mostly gentle. right now you finally got to get what the both of you wanted.
moving your wrists above your head, wanting to touch gerard somehow. “baby.” whining in his ear as he thrusted faster. a hand going to the side of your thigh and smacking it, the smack making your pussy throb in the best way.
and of course, gee picked up on how you reacted to that. humming against your shoulder. “oh, my girl likes that? you like being smacked?” not giving you a chance to answer before he smacked the already red skin he hit before.
not being able to form anymore sentences, nothing but weak moans and whimpers coming out.
feeling you walls ache around his length, bucking your hips once his dick his your sweet spot. arching back against him. babbling and trying to let him know you were close.
as if gerard understood, he picked his pace up again. the bed hitting against the wall and the sounds of both of your moans filling his basement. “that’s it sugar, give me all of it.” bringing his head to your nipples to suck on them.
grazing his teeth over the hardened bud and tugging on it ever so slightly, the feeling of it being enough to pull you to the edge. along with the feeling of his dick rubbing consistently on your sweet spot.
your hips bucking more against him, your walls milking him as you spasmed around him. everything felt fuzzy as you finished. gee’s own orgasm following behind yours. stopping mid thrust and drooling on your tits.
the moment you both came down, gee easily pecked your cheek. “you alive?” he joked.
you body felt like jello and you brain felt like mush. still not being able to form a proper sentence, you just nodded. your pussy still twitching from the post orgasm feeling, eyes now heavy and exhausted.
“okay, let me clean you up.” gee pulled out and brushed your sweaty hair back for you.
honestly with all the stuff confirming Gerard’s into puke and a gooner makes me hornier. Such a strange pretty boy I need to puke for him and ride his dick so hard he makes cute little whiny moans or whatever. I love that perv because I’m one too #soreal
─ 𝑀mm gee’s AOL makes me so horny he is so gross 𓈒 𓈒 Imagine him talking about you ꒰ his girlfriend ꒱ and how badly he wants to fuck you and put his gross perversions on you 𓈒 He probably wants you to vomit on him so badly but he’s too shy to say a thing so he talks about it with other people 𓈒
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“ Yeah my girlfriend is really pretty , I think about my dick rubbing up and down her panties a lot . . Kinda like dry humping (?) but I guess not really since my dick is out lol ,
it’s hotter thinking about if she has her panties on cause my cum can stay on it and it’s a bonus if she’s wearing a skirt cause no one will know what I did and it’s hidden .
Well they possibly could cause of the smell but I don’t think anyone would realistically notice . “
virgin basement gee thinking he's the greatest ever at sex because he watches porn..he goes right in with no foreplay and thinks you're just tight (obvi, he wouldn't know that tightness can be caused by fear or pain..) you don't even get to cum! he's so confused when you keep saying no to having sex with him that he goes to reddit for help. some angelic stranger helps him out and actually tells him how it works... then y'all crack
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