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**big bro gerard + ur panties
**gerard x emetophobic reader
HAIKYUU
**all the better — tendou satori
nsfw alphabet — oikawa tooru
DEATH NOTE
a deal’s a deal — light yagami
**just this once? — light yagami
OBEY ME
like bunnies — mammon
BNHA
**even your blood is beautiful — villain!deku
**bj headcanon — villain!deku
**declawing his kitten — villain!deku
piercing headcanons — dabi
HONKAI STAR RAIL
tuskpir treatment — luka
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Which blorbo will flip you over to properly fuck you when get tired riding them and which one will just mock you as he teasingly bucks his hips up every now and then?
Tags: smut, priest kink, first time, making out, moaning, dirty talk, hand jobs, semi-public sex, love bites, Catholic guilt, fingering if you squint, SHAMEEE, using the Lords name in vain, a little bit of angst?, calling him father (sexually), unprotected sex, corruption kink?, nipple stuff
Summary: Y/n has been having some unholy thoughts since befriending and crushing on her priest, so she decides to go confess and uuhhh things don't exactly go as planned...
A/N: HELLO I FINALLY FINISHED IT! i just wanna preface this with the fact that i dont know JACK SHIT about churches or priests or anything of the sort. Therefore if i fuck something up or its super inaccurate THEN IM SORRY!!!!! also this isnt proofread lol sorry
You weren’t too sure whether you bought religion all too much but there was one thing that kept you going back to church (no, not the catholic guilt.) The super hot priest leading all the services of course.
You knew that practically and realistically nothing would ever happen, but what was the harm in a little eye candy for you on a Sunday. Aside from his great looks, he was genuinely a great guy - you had spoken to him after mass once and from then on the two of you got to know each other, becoming good friends. He was younger than most priests so he was easy to talk to and his name was Gerard.
To you he was perfect: funny, kind and totally sexy - if you were ignoring the elephant in the room. You knew priests didn’t have relationships - you knew they didn’t have sex, but that wasn’t enough to discourage the little crush on him you could feel forming. Maybe you were being deluded but you could’ve sworn he felt something too. You felt it in the eye contact he held for just a few moments too long every time and in his unprompted invitations for coffee together and how he blushed slightly when he asked you. Of course you had to wake yourself up from all that - he’s just being kind and welcoming, that’s basically half his job.
Lately however, you had been struggling to repress these thoughts about him - in fact they had been getting worse (and far more sexual) by the day. It was getting out of hand so you decided you needed to confess. To Gerard or to God? You hadn’t quite figured that out yet.
It was late on a Friday night when you pulled up outside the church, you knew Gerard would be there - he always was around this time. You didn’t exactly know what he did in his alone time but you assumed it consisted of sitting in the pews, contemplating and admiring the grand stained glass windows. You were surprised, however, to find him up on the sanctuary leaning on the altar. He was facing the cross but he had his head hung low, hair cascading over his face. He didn’t notice you come in, so when you walked over and said his name it startled him slightly as he whipped around to face you.
“Oh hey y/n! I- uh- I didn’t expect you here, whats the matter?” He exclaimed - still a little shaken from your mini jump-scare. You noticed he was acting a little off - he was avoiding eye contact, nervously pushing back his hair and you could’ve sworn he was blushing (but in the dim light of the church it was hard to tell.) It felt like you had caught him doing something he didn’t want you to know about.
“Are you okay?” You asked, ignoring his question due to your concerns.
“Yeah,yeah I’m fine, you just caught me in the middle of my confession that’s all. Uhh what are you here for?”
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m here to confess something too actually”
“Cool, do you wanna go into the-“ He lifted his hand to gesture towards the confessional before you cut him off.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You blurted out without even thinking. Gerard stopped dead in his tracks. He began stuttering and stumbling over his words (if you could even class it as words they were so broken). Naturally, you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up…
You stepped towards him and kissed him on the lips. You weren’t expecting that kind of confession from yourself and judging by his wide eyes and slack jaw, neither was he. Despite the shock of what you did, you both stayed deathly still, searching for answers in eachothers eyes. Nothing but the sound of your breaths filled the church but with the shame you felt, you could’ve screamed.
“Im so sorry, I should just go-“ you were actively turning to leave when Gerard cut you off.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either” he whispered, putting his hands on your waist to stop you from leaving - his grip was light and hesitant but firm enough to keep you in place. He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, he knew the rules and he’d never even thought about going against them until you. You were worth it to him. “What do you think I was confessing hm? Every time I see you I just wanna give up my chastity right there and then. You don’t know what you fucking do to me.” By the end of his sentence his whispers had morphed into a low growl, you’d never heard him curse like that and god was it hot. He had broken eye contact and hung his head in shame of his dirty confession. You lifted his chin with your index finger so you could stare deeply into his eyes once more.
“Please Father...” You spoke in a hushed whisper, gazing up at him through your lashes. His eyes widened slightly, and only momentarily, but just enough for you to catch the look in his eyes. Contained in that one subconscious movement, you saw the sinful cocktail of horror and lust that filled him. You could tell he’d had some sort of realisation but you couldn’t place what it could be.
Oh-
Calling him father turned him on.
Time stood still, seconds felt like years, both of you too scared to move and lose this tension. Deep down, you knew it was wrong - and so did he - but in this moment you didn’t want to accidentally come to your senses. As more and more of these weighted seconds passed, your faces drew closer and closer as if there was a cosmic pull between you. Breathing gradually becoming faster and heavier with silence growing louder, you could hardly contain your unholy thoughts. One in particular making your breath hitch at the mere idea - finally breaking the ever-growing tension.
Suddenly, Gerard’s hands flew from your sides up to your face - lips crashing into yours with unbearable desperation. It was like he had never touched anyone like this before in his life - because he hadn’t. His grip on your face was strong like he was trying to drink every inch of you before he died of thirst. The kiss was messy and untamed, inexperienced too but far more passionate than you’d had before. He wasn’t shy to let his tongue roam around your mouth, his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if trying not to wake up from this dream he was living. Trying not to remember where and who he was. In that moment all he knew was you.
Gerard was clearly not holding back - letting out any moans, whimpers and groans that threatened to emerge from his throat like a horny teenage boy. He had gotten a taste of you and he wasn’t going to stop there. From a priest, you had expected a soft, gentle, caring touch much like his regular demeanour. This was far from that. He was filled with pure, pent up, desperation. The fact he was doing it with you - the girl he had not long ago repented for all his unholy thoughts about - only fuelled his loving lust further.
Gerard’s hands slid back down towards your waist - this time with no reminiscence of his former hesitance - digging his fingers into your flesh and pulling you impossibly close. The force making you hum a moan into his lips, only causing him to groan louder and grip you tighter. You were sure it would leave a mark. With your new proximity you could feel the outline of his erection against your pelvis. You started to grind against him, subtly trying to gauge his size.
Fuck.
You let out a whimpering moan. You weren’t sure if you could even take him but you knew you needed it. Now. You broke the kiss to speak “Please- “ drunk on your lips Gerard pulled you back into the kiss almost immediately and you chuckled at his impatience. “Please- “ you broke out again but Gerard insisted on kissing you between every word.
“Touch- Me- Father- “ you managed to get out between kisses - using his title again because you loved what it did to him. He spun you both around so you were leaning slightly on the altar for support. He didn’t seem to notice as he was so occupied on you, but to you being on the altar felt so wrong it was perfect. Just like every corruption fantasy you’d ever had about Gerard - practically defiling the altar felt so erotic and leaving your mark on his swollen lips turned you on more than you could tell. He began to move his kisses to your jaw, pecking all the way up to your ear, inhaling sharply through his nose, taking in your scent.
“God I’ve been thinking about you like the for so long” Despite everything he had already gone against this evening, his blasphemy still caught you off guard. Things had changed so quickly and you were scared he was acting off of impulse rather than true desire.
“Gerard- Ah- Are you sure?” His only response to your question was a series of hums of agreement and arousal, sucking a spot below your ear that made your whole body tingle. “Gerard-“ you continued, trying to be considerate but being cut off by your own moans. Gerard didn’t seem to share your concern, muffled an against your skin he began to speak.
He placed a sloppy kiss in between your collarbones and you felt a shift in his demeanour. He brought his head up to rest his forehead on yours. There was a quiet moment, both of you allowing your breathing to slow, occasionally syncing up and breathing rhythmically together. “Can I… Can I take this off you?” He somewhat nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt. His words were cautious - nervous even - you remembered that this wasn’t just his first time, he was going against the thing he built his life around for you.
“Call me father.” If you weren’t soaking wet already, that sure would’ve done it. The last inkling of hesitation from within you was long gone with his request and you threw your head back finally letting go - calling out his title just as he had requested. With your head back Gerard had access to whole new areas of your neck and collarbones. You were leaning back on one hand so you brought the other up to rake through his hair, encouraging his kisses and pulling him closer - much to his liking. You let out a gasping moan as he sucked a sweet spot - there was no way all these hickeys were going anywhere anytime soon but you were far too aroused to think about what people would think about you here on Sunday.
“Please” you said reassuringly running your hands through his hair and pulling him in for one more kiss before his hands snaked under your top. He pulled his head away from yours for what felt like the first time in years and lifted the top over your head - tossing the garment into the pews of the church. He took a moment ogling at the sheer sight of your body. Admiring it and committing every small detail to memory. He reached out to rake his hands up your sides then over your boobs.
He reached behind you, struggling to unclasp your bra - you let out a small giggle and helped him out, pulling it off and leaving you fully exposed in the cold church air. The chill that caused your nipples to harden was short lived as Gerard took one nipple sloppily into his warm, wet mouth. If you thought he couldn’t moan any more than he already had, you were dead wrong. The way he was getting off on worshipping your body could’ve made you finish right then. He used one hand to grope your other breast, occasionally squeezing and stimulating your nipple. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady. Strings of moans escaped your mouth, for someone with absolutely no experience, he caught on very quickly how to please you.
While he was occupied you took the opportunity to remove your trousers and shift to sit fully on the altar. You gently gripped Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand from the small of your back, down towards your pussy. With only your underwear as a barrier, Gerard palmed you through them. He broke his contact with your boob to stare down at the mess you had made of your underwear, soaking was an understatement. Pupils blown wide; whimpering breaths; jaw hanging open - maybe he was a bigger mess than you were.
“Fuck your so wet” He groaned as he continued to feel you through your soaked pants, his middle finger occasionally running right along your slit giving your clit a taste of some much needed friction. Gerards eyes flicked up and down almost rapidly - unsure whether to look down there or up at your face contorting with pleasure as he grazed over your sweet spot. Wherever he was looking, he was taking in and analysing your reactions to quickly learn what made you tick.
“Please father, I need you” You said, getting a little impatient with all Gerard’s teasing. He wanted to give you what you wanted and started to unbutton his shirt. That was before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No! Keep that on… I like it” You said, giving him a faux-innocent look and hooking your finger over his clerical collar, hoping he’d get the memo.
“Was that your plan all along?” He asked teasingly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt instead. “Did you come here just to fuck your priest hm?” You were absolutely stunned by his questions. Your jaw dropped and you nodded hesitantly. “You’re so fucking dirty” He said huskily, finally letting his cock spring free from his boxers. You were in complete awe of his size and you practically moaned at the sight- you thought about what a waste it was for him to be celibate with a dick like that, well not anymore you supposed.
His dick was so hard it almost looked painful, it was completely flushed with the tip even more so and he already had beads of precum rolling down his length (you also spotted a wet patch on his boxers from it.) You reached out to touch him, going gently at first, and he hissed at the contact. You pumped your hand up and down a few more times, falling into a steady rhythm making Gerard’s head fall back. With his head back like that, you could see his slight stubble and you wanted absolutely nothing more than to mark him up with some pretty lovebites that he’d struggle to hide tomorrow. You decided against it but still planted some lighter kisses on his neck.
Gerards moans were becoming increasingly loud and more frequent and just then he gripped your wrist to stop your rhythm. “Fuck-“ He whimpered trying to catch his breath. “Let me fuck you.”
“Please” you whined in response. Gerard hooked his finger around your underwear, pulling them to the side. “Forgive me” he whispers so quietly you barely caught it, before he lined himself up and plunged into you. Both of you groaned at the new sensation. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size as you clenched around him. Eventually, he drew back for the first time and pushed back in. You could never even describe the pleasure it brought you - even at the achingly slow pace he started at.
With each slow thrust, whimpers escaped his throat - they morphed into whines as he gradually sped up. You couldn’t tell if he was gaining confidence in his movements or just speeding up out of bare desperation. Every time he grazed the sweet spot that made you clench around him, he strived harder to hit it again - the added stimulation driving him crazy. You made an effort to hold eye contact with him, watching his face contort with pleasure he’d never felt before could’ve made you orgasm right then. You felt fucking incredible but you need just a little more.
“Fast- fuck- Faster Father” you moaned out, mouth agape staring into his blown pupils. Gerard obliged, hooking his arms around your thighs - he did it with the intention of keeping you steady, but what it did was create a whole new angle into of you. Each roll of his hips felt about ten times better, he was hitting all the right places at just the right speed. The altar was now creaking loudly beneath you, reminding you of where you were (which honestly only spurred you on.)
With the new angle and speed you could feel your core tightening - climax growing closer. You leaned in, capturing his lips in another messy and untamed kiss. Your walls squeezed tighter around him, practically milking him at this point. You slipped your hand between the two of you to stroke circles on your clit and you noticed every few thrusts Gerard’s hips would falter slightly - he was getting close too.
With your fingers on your clit, his dick deep inside of you and the thought of how wrong this was, your orgasm crashed over you in a wave. Your screams of pleasure funnelled straight into his mouth. Gerard was still pushing into you, chasing his own orgasm. Your pussy spasmed around him and his hips stuttered.
“Fuck somethings happening- I- Oh my god- Where do I-“ Gerards words spilled out. It was such a foreign feeling to him and he had never felt better.
“Cum in me Father” you whined out, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm - overstimulated and almost hazy. Gerard complied moaning and whining, his thrusts had almost no rhythm now as you felt ropes of his white, hot cum spill into you. “Oh, God.” He moaned out as he filled you with the last of his cum. Was he talking to you or god? You couldn’t quite tell.
Both of you were spent, coming down from your peaks and you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders - him still inside of you. The room felt eerily quiet without the sounds of sex - just the same heavy breathing this all started with. After about a minute he pulled out (eliciting one last groan from the both of you), tucked himself back into his boxers and did up his belt. He turned to walk away and you were scared for a second that he was leaving but he went to retrieve your clothes that were carelessly discarded into the pews. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed, neither of you said a word.
You felt so guilty, sure the thought of corrupting him like that was what turned you on in the moment, but now - even after he had broken his celibacy for you - he was taking the time to make sure you were clean, dressed and okay. It just reminded you why you liked him, he was genuinely a great guy, he never had bad intentions and he was so caring. You were sure you’d never be able to see him again after this and just the thought upset you.
He had an almost sorrowful, clearly pensive, look on his face - probably trying to figure out what’s gonna happen now. Ideally he would just repent and break contact with you, but could he really give you up now? After he got exactly what he’s been dreaming about? He really wasn’t sure.
You decided you needed to break this silence you were sat in, once you were dressed, you got to your feet and looked up into his eyes. “What do we do now?” You asked - almost tearing up a little.
cough cough you ahould totally write something about gerards… supposed vomit kink… thats jus me though but like, imagine reader with really bad emetaphobia comforting them while desperately trying to ignore his own hard on💔💔💔😭my shaylaaaaa
OMGGG this one hits hard bc i used to have insanely bad emetophobia for most of my life (like seriously. i haven’t puked in 9 years now i think.) i still def have moments but i’ve gotten a lot better now lol. would it be weird to say that writing this kinda helped?
also sorry for the delayed response to ur ask i rly wanted to make sure i did this justice 🙏
tw: vomit, reader has emetophobia, this is gross, dddne, nsfw under cut
Fuck… fuck…!
This can’t be happening. You shake over the porcelain, silently praying to whatever god that would listen to magically make you feel better. Those prayers go unanswered as your stomach continues to churn with almost painful nausea.
Fuck! That last tequila shot was the worst mistake you had ever made in your life, it felt like. You can still hear the commotion and music downstairs, likely fueled on by that same bottle of liquor.
You had gone through all of your usual rituals and practices to calm yourself down; slowing your breathing, telling yourself that you’ve gotten through this before, even if it does happen that you’re still safe… But it feels different this time. Not like the times before when “it felt different” but it turned out to just be anxiety. It’s actually different this time.
You are going to throw up.
Despite knowing how it would likely be much better to get it over with, your instincts won’t let you go through with it. So, you suffer through the waves of nausea like you always did, holding on for as long as you can.
Reaching for your phone, you decided that some emotional support would help. You hover your shaking finger over your boyfriend Gerard’s phone number before figuring that you would just text him instead. The thought of opening your mouth right now, let alone talking felt like it could open the floodgates at a moment’s notice.
hey babe
i’m upstairs in the bathroom
can u come up for a sec?
Now, to hope that he somehow noticed his phone chiming over the loud album release celebration downstairs…
Gerard, the ever loving man that he was, showed up within a minute of you pressing send. He knew about your phobia and took it seriously, unlike the others you would tell. Most of the time, when you told someone how you had emetophobia, you would get some variation of the same response: “Well, no one likes throwing up!” But they just didn’t understand. They didn’t understand just how crippling it was. How you could barely leave your house some days. This phobia controlled your life. And you were about to face it head on.
Your boyfriend didn’t have to ask what was going on when he spotted you hunched over the toilet. He tightened, but relaxed a bit when he saw that the toilet bowl was clean for now. Gerard found solace in the fact that he had at least gotten to you in time.
Hopefully that makes up for the sin he’s secretly committing.
“Too much to drink, huh?” Gerard whispers softly, leaning over to rub your back. You only nod slightly in response, still too afraid to open your mouth. Your body shakes from the intense waves of anxiety that come along with the waves of nausea. “It’s okay baby… promise that you’re safe. Nothing bad is gonna happen t’ya, alright?”
Gerard tries to hide his slurred speech caused by some tequila shots of his own earlier, but it’s ultimately not too successful considering his focus on hiding something else much more humiliating. Your boyfriend shifts his weight on the balls of his feet where he crouches down beside you in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure of his tight jeans on his growing hard-on.
You two had prided yourselves on being extremely open with communication as a couple. There was nothing that you hadn’t or wouldn’t share with one another. That was true, except for one thing. Gerard was turned on by puke.
It’s fucking disgusting, and he knew that! He was planning on telling you at some point, but decided that it would be best kept in the locked box of his mind once you had revealed your phobia to him. As much as Gerard had willed for his gross kink to go away for your sake, it always lingered in the back of his mind. And now, it was being forced to the forefront as he watched his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life, about to be sick before his very eyes.
“D’ya… d’ya want me t’help you?” Gerard asked “Might be better to just get it over with, no?”
He was asking for the sake of both of you. As a relatively frequent puker himself, Gerard had learned it really was better to just stick some fingers down his throat. And selfishly, he really did want to see you be sick. He knew that there would probably never be an opportunity like this again, and that sick part of his mind needed to take it.
You shudder in fear, but you know that he’s right. It would be easier for someone else to help you anyways, since you know that you could never in a million years work up the courage to stick your own fingers down your throat. It felt like asking anyone else to hold a loaded gun up to their head with the safety off.
Squeezing your eyes shut, nearly in tears at this point, you force yourself to nod.
The tightness in Gerard’s pants only grew in anticipation. “M’just gonna put my fingers in your mouth then, alright baby? Just relax f’me…”
As promised, Gerard slips his index and middle finger between your lips. That act alone makes his cock twitch. “Ready?”
You take a deep, shaking breath. You are about to chicken out and pull away from your boyfriend’s fingers when Gerard suddenly pushes deep into your mouth.
It doesn’t take much.
He’s barely touching your tongue when a gush of liquid comes falling out of your lips and into the porcelain below. Gerard takes in the sight, having to bite his lip to hold back a humiliating groan that threatened to spill from his own lips. A second wave of sick pours out of your mouth and around his fingers. The sensation of the warm liquid on his hand almost has Gerard cumming in his pants untouched.
You’re gripping the toilet seat so hard that Gerard swears you’re gonna break the thing. Your figure is shaking hard, and Gerard takes his vomit-soaked fingers out of your mouth to rub your shoulders.
“Did so good f’me, baby. See? You’re okay… M’sure you feel better now, too.” Gerard coos sweetly into your ear, desperately hoping you can’t hear the heart-pounding lust laced in his words. His cock strains so hard against those damn skin-tight jeans that they feel like they might rip.
A sick voice in Gerard’s head wonders if he can get you to have a couple more drinks before the night is over…
Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem!Reader
Summary: Mikey and Gerard let you tag along when Frank invites them to hang out at his house. After they've fallen asleep, you find yourself in Frank's bedroom, finally giving into your yearlong crush. Frank isn't used to being with younger girls, especially not ones as sweet as you.
(or... "he's a lowbrow, mom's house, all his cash is borrowed / she's the good life, no strife, pills he never swallowed / he's the inked up, bad luck, never wants to marry / she's dressed in white" ... to the tune of something, somehow, someday ofc!)
Warnings: NSFW content
Tags: fingering, breast play, rough sex, age gap
Word Count: 5879
A/N: daddy's home
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
It’s a brief, breathless break from clashing lips and needy kisses. They’re dripping with animalistic desire, all messy and feverous, tasting and memorizing his mouth through yours. Sweeping tongues, slotted lips, strangled moans, and gasps and whines, all etched into your memory and fueling a fierce lust beneath your skin.
His eyes hardly open, gazing down at you in a daze. The mess he’s created of you, swollen lips that refuse to purse and lashes that won’t lift. No, you can’t even look at him, too focused on filling your lungs, inhaling oxygen and his musky cologne until you’re breathing him too. You’re still so close, enough that he can feel the rise and fall of your chest, noses still brushing. Carefully, one of his hands leaves your waist, leaving an emptiness in its wake.
“Tell me to stop, then.”
His hand is on your chin, urging you to look at him. Through batted lashes, you stare back up, drowning in the carnality in his eyes. He’s captivating, challenging you with soft browns that flick between your lips and gaze. All he can think of are those plush lips, glistening with spit and desire. He watches the way you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit. Then it’s a hard swallow and bated breath, closing your eyes again and he can almost hear your thoughts.
Mikey and Gerard are downstairs. Someone could hear. He’s so much older, and expectedly, more experienced.
Your eyes flutter open again, judgment too clouded to make a sound decision. Darting from his intense gaze to his lip ring, you lose yourself in the idea of just how good this could be. All those tattoos, that silky, dark hair curling between your fingers. Not to mention his hands, proving themselves already with a strong grip on your waist and chin, holding you hostage in his lap.
Ever aware of your overthinking, he starts to loosen his grasp, traveling from your chin to your cheek. “Hey,” he murmurs again. “We can stop. We can go back down and pretend nothing ever happened.”
For a reason you can’t pinpoint, your heart anxiously lurches. It snaps you out of your funk though, spiral halting before you can reason further.
“And if we don’t?”
A smile cracks at the corners of his lips, lifting as he speaks. Maybe it’s your shy disposition when you talk, that sweet concern and naivety, that charms him. There’s something about you… he wouldn’t say adorable, not interested in infantilizing you. You’re too good with your mouth to be deemed innocent either, which piques his interest. Endearing, he supposes. Whatever it is, he’s eating it up.
“If we don’t,” he says, pausing for effect. “Then I’ll give you anything you want.”
Butterflies swarm in your stomach, flustered at his willingness. The idea of him doing anything , taking care of you and all your needs… it’s almost too good. Almost.
His lips are already grazing your jaw, sucking sensual kisses along the way. “I can go fast,” he tells you lowly. “I can go slow.”
From your waist, his hand dips beneath your shirt, leaving a trail of heat in its path. “I can give you everything.”
His other palm is beneath your shirt again, the two of them snaking around your torso and unclasping your bra. It’s slick, you’ll give him that, too distracted by his lips against your ear to notice. His tongue meets your skin next, eliciting a shaky gasp while he smiles against you.
“How’s that sound?”
The words shoot directly into your brain, with Frank smiling mischievously against your ear. Not that you can respond easily, the feeling of faint tongue and gentle sucking sending shivers through you. Man, does he make it hard to focus.
“I dunno,” you reply, hushed, letting your head fall back. “I’ve always wanted you to—”
“Always” is like a buzzword to him. Freezing, you feel embarrassment burn within you. Worse, he’s wearing that cheshire grin, giving your neck a playful bite.
“Always?”
Shit. Freudian slip.
“What do you mean ‘always’?”
Humiliation boils in your stomach, grateful to have a better view of the ceiling than Frank himself. You’d found him attractive since you’d met him, about a year ago in your living room. It was one of the first things you’d noticed upon going downstairs—lean, punky Frank, with that shiny piercing and a couple less tattoos.
Rolling your eyes, you let out an embarrassed sigh. “Doesn’t matter.”
Frank grins. “Sure it does. I gotta make this worth the wait.”
Easing your arms down by your sides, he slides your bra straps off like it’s a casual affair. Despite wanting to believe that it is, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach tells you otherwise. Especially when his hands are beneath your tee again, diagraming your anatomy beneath his fingertips–ribs to breast to pounding heart.
“Jeez,” he snickers softly, concealing the small of your back with one hand. “Am I making you nervous?”
You roll your tongue around in your mouth, contemplating the question. With all the courage you can muster, you let your head fall back down and press your forehead to his. “‘M not nervous, Frank. Just…”
The heat in your cheeks is obvious, the frazzle of your features apparent. That slightly carnal look in your eyes, begging and wanton, that only feeds him further.
“Horny?” he supplies, still smiling as if it’s funny.
You roll your eyes, shallow breaths leaving your lips when his fingers start to travel again. His thumbs graze your nipples, groping at the flesh experimentally.
With a shuddered breath, you respond. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Frank shakes his head, still eyeing you like a test subject. “Not at all. Just most chicks aren’t…”
“Horny?” you echo, suppressing a grin as you lean towards his ear.
He pinches you playfully, ears perking up as a sharp gasp escapes your lips. The way you shift in his lap doesn’t go unnoticed either, making him snicker. “Nah, that’s not what I—oh, you’re fuckin’ weird, huh?”
At first, you’re mildly offended by his offhand comment. Pulling back and wrinkling your nose at him, you notice the shit-eating grin on his face. Carefully, he does it again—fingers rolling over your nipples, then the subtle pinching and tugging. You try to stay stoic, but the clench of your abdomen gives you away.
He’s giddy, looking at you like his little lab rat. Next, it’s his mouth on your neck. Tender bites, sharp teeth, all soothed by the warmth of his tongue. The way you’re reacting is only turning him on more, if that were possible. Writhing and squirming, gasping softly and attempting to stifle it by biting your lip; it’s almost too good to be true. He wouldn’t exactly mind going slow, not really. Sex is sex—but this level of sensitivity, and how you clearly like it rough? Oh, Frank is gonna have fun with you.
“You’re so sensitive,” he comments, mouthing at the top of your jaw.
Heat rises in your cheeks, but it’s not your fault that everything he does is intoxicating. Your face must’ve given away your vague embarrassment, Frank detecting it and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“It’s not a bad thing at all,” he assures you, kissing you again. “You’re my favorite kinda girl.”
You’re not sure how he can say something like that and then continue kissing you, allowing the words to seep into your brain. Melting against him, you fist your hands in his t-shirt, letting him pull you closer by your waist. It’s so clear that he’s more experienced than you, be it the age difference or his skilled mannerisms. His kisses are rhythmic, and when his tongue darts out, it’s over for you. Gasping, you grind hard against him, eliciting a reaction from him as well.
He pulls away, letting his head roll for a moment, exhaling as if he were blowing smoke.
“C’mere.”
Obeying, you let him lay you down against his mattress. His nimble hands lift your shirt over your head and he situates himself beside you. It’s strange, lying in his bed with your brothers downstairs. Not to mention how exposed you feel, as Frank is still wearing some Affliction tee while you remain half-naked. Under his gaze, you feel a bit more like the Ways’ kid sister than whoever you thought you were. Thankfully, this hint of insecurity goes unnoticed because he’s so captivated by the sight of you.
Frank runs a hand through his hair like he doesn’t know what to do with you. That familiar feeling is spinning inside of him, muscles twitching with arousal.
“Jesus, kid,” is all he can say, tongue darting out against his lip piercing.
It seems to be a good thing, because he’s stripping off his shirt and hovering over you. Too many times, you’ve imagined this—Frank on top of you, vibrant ink adorning his skin, flush against your own. Those intense eyes, lost in your wide, pleading ones. He can see everything in them—the excitement, fear, insecurity. All of it, and he infers that this isn’t exactly a common occurrence for you. The stalling makes you nervous though, interrupting his burning stare with a question that you’d been dying to ask.
“Frank?”
He hums, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “What’s up?”
Part of him worries that you’re going to ask to stop. Not that he wouldn’t be cool about it, but you’ve really got him going now and he’s actually enjoying it.
“What’d you mean earlier..?” you start slowly, unsure of how to word it. “What kind of girl am I?”
Frank finds the question cute. A soft smile flashes across his face, cradling your cheek in his palm. He fills up your senses with soft laughter and spearmint, easing the anxious ache in your bones.
“You’re sweet,” he says simply, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “And still new to all this. But you’re… kinda kinky, you know? At least that’s the vibe I’m getting.”
You turn your face away, giving a small groan. He laughs softly, guiding your head back to face him. “That’s a good thing. Explore that. Sex gets a whole lot better when you’re doing what you want.”
“What if I don’t know what I want?”
He kneels above you, statuesque, letting his hands run from your breasts to your waist. It feels good to see him so in awe of you.
“Do you want this? ” he asks, staring into your eyes as though he’s seeing right into your soul; his gaze is powerful .
Nervous, you nod, shutting out the “what if’s” and trying to forget who’s sleeping below you. You’ve wanted this for so long—you can’t sell it now over the fear of getting caught.
“Yeah.”
He smiles, pleased. “That’s a start.”
Seeing him smile at that, knowing you want him, makes you swell with pride. You didn’t feel like you were forcing his hand or something, but now you could convince yourself that he was equally eager. Warmth blossoms within you, starting at your collarbones where he’s begun to leave kisses. He had been careful to avoid hickeys on your neck, worried that Gerard or Mikey would spot them in the morning. But as his lips surpass your clavicles, his teeth begin to graze against you, love bites sprouting like violets upon your skin.
All your squirming, rolling hips, and gentle sighs make his blood run south, and Frank tries not to smile at the rarity of this situation. Sleeping with a girl who's dreamed of this is so much different than one-night-stands and post-date sex. He hasn’t had a girl “crush” on him in ages, which almost makes him feel old. Mostly, he’s charmed, finding it sweet that anything he does elicits a reaction. The way you look down at him, twisting your fingers in his hair, eyes swimming with adoration and disbelief… It makes him feel good. Strong. Wanted.
When he starts sinking further, hands pinning your hips in place, he lets his lips graze one of your nipples. It’s cautious, tempting. Your eyes are laser locked on him and your breath is caught in your chest, and judging by your expression, he’s found what makes you tick. His tongue darts out, slow and flat, making you arch into his touch. The simultaneous gasp and tightening grip on his hair blows your cover, mischief and lust flashing in Frank’s eyes.
Part of him wonders how long it’s been, if you’re reacting like this. He’s not used to younger girls, or even more reserved ones. It’s almost always girls his age and in his scene. Everyone’s horny where he’s from—but you grew up with the two nerdiest guys he knows, so it shouldn’t come as much of a shock that you’re like them. He tries not to think about the age thing too much. It’s different with you. More like a favor, he supposes. Frank doesn’t go after college girls—but he knows you. He cares about you, honest. If this is what you want, then he might as well give in.
You must’ve been able to hear his thoughts, running your hand through his hair and scratching at his scalp. It’s soothing, and weirdly domestic. He continues before you can clam up and get all shy on him again, because telling himself that this is for you eases the guilt of banging his friends’ little sister. Besides, you’re really beautiful, and it would be a crime against humanity to not lose himself in you, even just for the night.
It’s all tongue and sucking, hands shifting to grab at the supple flesh. His teeth scrape against you occasionally, just to make you sink deeper into his pillows and moan breathlessly into the night. Watching him comes few and far between, catching glimpses of his heavy eyelids and languid tongue, noting that you’ve never seen Frank look so relaxed. The sight is dizzying, and your mind is reeling—he looks so damn pretty when he’s using his mouth.
Frank always liked to please, really. It was his guilty pleasure, taking things slow and really savoring a girl. While it was rare that he got the opportunity—his previous hookups wanted fast and hard, finding sensuality too intimate—it always seemed to relax him. He’d never admit it, but being skin to skin, feeling and tasting and hearing… it’s otherworldly to him. It makes him feel so connected. So when he pulls away, switching sides and mouthing at you once more, he can’t help but get worked up over you.
Your pitter-patter breathing, unsteady pants and short, high cries that break the quiet are driving him crazy. He can tell you’re more sensitive on this side, biting gently and watching your free hand fly to your mouth. It’s clasped so tight, yet he can feel your shuddered gasps as they tremble throughout your body.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, pulling away with a proud smile. “You’re really into that, huh?”
With the wind knocked out of you, it’s hard to say anything, settling for a rapid nod. Your fingers sink deeper into his hair, eyes barely fluttering open to stare down at him.
“Wish I could hear you,” he says, tenderly kissing your skin. “I bet you get real loud.”
He feels almost guilty saying that to you, typical sexual prowess watered down with the moral battle of knowing that it’s you. Sweet little Way, topless and arching in his bed. Regardless, it leaves you flustered, apprehensively removing your hand. Everything he says makes the ache more insatiable, pulsing to a point of insanity.
“I don’t wanna get caught,” you mumble, both hands carding through his hair.
Frank nods, chin resting on your sternum. “I know, baby. I can tell you’re vocal.”
Should you be insecure about that? You never really thought much of it, unaware that it was unusual to be so reactive.
“Sorry.”
Perplexed, his brows knit together and lips quirk into a bemused smile. “Don’t be sorry. I think it’s hot.”
You shrink, clenching around nothing as he takes you into his mouth one more time. It’s a short, sucking kiss, but it’s enough to shoot sparks through you. His lips find themselves everywhere, beneath the tender curve of your breast and across your abdomen. Carefully, his thumbs brush against your hips, mapping out a spot and nipping one more time until it’s painted scarlet. Proof he was there, he guesses, as if the few blossoming on your chest weren’t enough.
When he pulls away, lips glossy and eyes heavy, he takes a moment to just look. You’re staring back at him, visually tracing the tattoos that color his body in red, black, and blue. Our Lady of Sorrows wrapping around his arm, roses, knives, guns, and stars. The swallows inked above his hip bones, happy trail in between. You follow it down, peeking at the obvious tent in his pants.
Maybe you looked too long, too entranced by the fact that he’s hard for you, but his hands come into view thereafter. They dip below his waistband, shucked off and abandoned on his bedroom floor. The way you look at him makes him feel more exposed, like you’re seeing something he isn’t.
Frank huffs, amused. “Good?”
Nodding, you glance back up at him, begging him with your eyes to do something. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips, entertaining him further.
“What?” he coos. “I can’t do anything unless you take your pants off for me.”
The way he says it—“for me”—makes your stomach flip, turning your head away with a shy grin. He laughs again softly, unusually nervous and flattered by you. This is such a change of pace for him.
“Oh yeah,” is all you can come up with, fighting the embarrassed smile that threatens to surface.
It’s heartwarming to Frank, who tries to not to laugh out of strange endearment. You’re so sweet; it’s hard not to smile when he sees you.
“‘S alright,” he assures you, watching as you slide your pajama pants off, already soaking through your underwear.
It hugs your hips, snug to your skin, plush thighs clamped together as if the cotton isn’t covering enough. More full body scans and staring contests, taking in the sight of each other, aching and vulnerable. He watches you when he pries your legs apart, searching for hints of hesitation. Instead, you ease up slightly, moving with him as his eyes flutter shut.
Frank just needs to… compose himself.
“Can I?” he murmurs, swallowing hard as he realizes just how turned on you are.
His fingers trace up the fabric, damp and thin, causing your hips to roll against him. His pointers hook around your waistband, waiting expectantly. You nod at him, not trusting your tongue as you catch it between your teeth. For the life of him, Frank can’t figure out why his heart pounds in his chest as he undresses you. The sound of clothing hitting the floor rings in his ears and the sight of you, needy and glistening, burns into his head. Cold air prickles your skin, and your legs instinctively attempt to draw shut, stopped short by Frank’s warm grasp.
He squeezes your thighs gently, palms caressing the rising goosebumps. “I’ve got you.”
Almost apprehensive, his fingers trail up your thighs, two fingers delicately spreading you open. You’re focused on him, studying the way his hair falls in his eyes, lips slightly parted in awe and arousal. His eyes flit up to you for a moment, and he pulls away to lay on his side. Usually, he didn’t get this intimate, rarely building up to the moment. But you, you’re so lovely to him. So gentle, looking at him the way you do. And maybe he’s acting like this because he’s still wrapping his head around the idea of sleeping with Gerard and Mikey’s younger sister. Maybe it’s because if he does it at all, he wants to do it right. Frank’s not treating you like any other girl—he thinks he at least owes them that much.
He’s leaning closer to you, fingers tenderly splitting your lips. “Open?”
His tone is so soft, proof that he’s melting with passing time as it becomes more real. Your lips part, still flush with color, tongue lolling out and enveloping him warmth.
Oh, he’s so fucked.
He can almost feel your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip and taking him until your throat threatens to constrict… those pleading eyes that you’re giving him now, begging for him to cum down your throat. The scene plays in his head like a feature film, leaving him insatiably hot as his fingers replace his lips. He kisses you with so much carnality, hot and demanding, as if it’ll satisfy the aching lust that coils hot around his insides. It’s just what you wanted, is it not? The rough passion that has you teetering on the point of breakage, so ruthless that he fears it might shatter you?
It’s all that you wanted, all that you craved. His desperate kisses, biting and intense, slick fingers working their way between your legs. Frank hikes one of them up, limbs tangling and leaving you splayed open for him. It’s a whirlwind of sensation, the way his lips slot messily with yours, broken by gasps as his fingers dip inside of you. One and then two, coated in arousal, leaving Frank hot in the face as he works you open. You’re cradling his face, so gentle in your hands, his spare hand still holding you apart.
When you start to moan against him, arching and reeling, nearly bucking into his hand in an eager search for more, he manages to pull away. Not too far, just a few inches, enough to look down at you and memorize your expression. Knitted eyebrows and blown pupils, mouth agape, escaping stuttered breaths. It’s the deeper strokes that really get you, his fingers curling far enough to touch you just right. He can tell from the way you clench around them, squirming, moaning, and sinking into his mattress.
“Damn,” he mutters, mildly fascinated. “When was the last time you did this?”
Speaking is a challenge, biting your lip to fight the sounds spilling from them. Your thumb caresses the apples of his cheeks, inhaling shakily and shrugging. “A while ago.”
The explanation satisfies him enough, pulling out his arousal-coated fingers to circle your clit. It’s instantaneous, the sound ripped from your throat, sending Frank’s hand flying from thigh to your mouth.
“Easy,” he soothes, planting kisses on your shoulder. “You’re okay.”
He nearly melts as your hands rest on his, over your mouth and his circling fingers. If only you didn’t have to be so quiet, and he could hear every little noise you’re making. The only thing he can hear is himself, talking you through your rising orgasm.
“You’re doing so good,” Frank tells you, working you closer to the edge. “Can you cum like this?”
The words are a blur of syllables and sounds, spinning around your head until you manage a rapid nod. There’s so much adrenaline in your veins, arousal coating your thighs as he speeds up. Your shaking legs try to close around him, muscles winding tight, but he doesn’t let up.
“Keep them open for me.”
He’s so determined, eyes flicking between your expression and his fingers while yours screw shut. Crashing down hard, the orgasm tears through you in waves of bliss and intensity. It’s so much , and you sob into Frank’s hand as he watches, mesmerized by the scene before him. God, he was gonna break you by the end of this.
Hands retracting, he lets you pant in the silence, licking his fingers clean of you. Everything he does is so foreign to you, so thoughtful and experienced, yet he’s so casual about it. Second-nature and rhythmic, his crooking fingers and fervorous kisses, skilled and subconscious as if they weren’t flipping your world on its side.
“You still wanna..?” Frank proposes with sincerity, voice trailing off like it’s a sin to swear in front of you.
It sure felt like it right now, after you managed to make an orgasm look pure. The delicacy you exude makes him feel more like some trashy, piece of shit stoner, with his greasy hair and inked up skin. Opposites really do attract. In fact, it’s everything you can’t do that draws you in further. Your parents would kill you if you got a tattoo, playing perfect so your brothers could get their lives in order. But Frank? He’s so careless, so free. It feels good to get a taste of that for once.
Once you’ve gathered your thoughts, you nod at him, breathing beginning to stabilize. “‘Course, Frankie.”
The nickname makes him smile. You’re really the only person who calls him that other than his mother. It makes him feel good. Good like you.
“That was a good one, huh?” he asks smugly, eyebrows raised.
Playfully, you roll your eyes at him, lips quirking up in amusement. “Yeah, it really was.”
He lets your hand slide down his chest, running along his tattoos until you’re palming him over his boxers. Your touch is light, cupping him over the fabric and brushing against him in soft strokes. The look in your eyes almost has him shying away; they’re so loving over something as simple as his dick. You’re waiting for him to undress, too nervous to do it yourself, giving him that same pout again.
Frank fails to hide his amusement. “What’s the rush?”
Frown deepening, you tilt your head to the side, tracing his outline with featherlight fingertips. “I wanna feel you inside me again.”
He lets out a breath, head lolling back towards the ceiling. How can you be so casual, eyes never leaving the bulge in his boxers before hitting him with the most melodic words he’s ever heard? He runs a hand through his hair and drops his head back to you, watching your face as he tugs the waistband down. His cock springs out less than a foot from you, and it all feels like a dream. A really filthy one, but not unlike others you’ve had before.
Frank just kneels there, shuffling his boxers off while your hand wraps carefully around him as though he’s made of glass. It’s sweet to him, to be treated with so much care. He lets you have your moment of gentle pumping and memorization, Frank moaning breathily as your palm swipes over the head. No one else has ever held him like this, touched him like he‘s some mythical being. He’s Frank—weed-smoking, college dropout, gas station Frank. And you’re you. Dean’s List and John Denver, Gerard and Mikey’s straight-laced little sister. He just can’t get that last part out of his head.
But you’re bleeding affection, and for a moment he can tell himself that you’re old enough to make your own decisions. Maybe not old enough for him, but your brothers certainly can’t tell you off for this. Just Frank—and that’s only if they find out.
He tucks your hair behind your ear, a cautionary sign that he’s ready to move on. There’s a faint ache where your hand once was, missing your touch as he repositions you on the bed. You feel small as he kneels between your legs, still seeing Frank as so much older and cooler than you. It’s hard to believe that you’re here at all.
You don’t feel out of place though, not as he’s leaning over you to grab a condom from his nightstand and tearing it open with his teeth. Oddly enough, it feels kinda perfect. Both of you need something different for once.
Things don’t feel as wrong when he’s lifting your hips and aligning himself, sinking in and letting the pleasure course through him. It could be because you’ve wanted this so bad, for so long, but it’s the closest you’ve ever felt to anyone. The splitting feeling and sudden fullness muddy your brain, body overcome with the sensation of it all. You can only lay there starry-eyed, fingers wrapped around his biceps while he thrusts into you.
“Always wanted this,” you blurt out, moaning as his strokes grow deeper. “For you to do whatever you want to me.”
He groans, your words injecting straight into his bloodstream. You have no idea what you’re doing to him, speaking mindlessly and it’s driving him crazy.
“How long?” he asks again, still curious from earlier.
This wasn’t spontaneous for you, and he knew that. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder when it all started. Had you come home from Christmas Break and spotted him on the couch, imagination coloring scenes like this? Or was it this summer, Frank smoking with your brothers in the backyard, gathered around a makeshift fire pit? Somehow, it’s wilder than he thought possible.
Blurring the lines of filter and regret, you tell him the truth. “Fourth of July, last year.”
Jesus, you were just a baby then. The confession makes him feel a bit guilty, questioning just how he got here. That was the first night he had met you, still vaguely remembering the way you nervously introduced yourself. Your little wave, his causal nod. Gerard ruffling your hair and Mikey mentioning that there were only “two more months” until you leave the nest. Frank is sure that you remember it all, though.
The part of him that doesn’t feel like a piece of shit is flattered, truly. He tries to channel that, looking down and seeing a girl that wanted him–and she’s beautiful. Your hands are running down his chest, lips perpetually parted, scratching lightly over his tattoos. Once he’s out of his head, he can fall into the feeling of warmth and depth that wraps around him. It’s all encompassing and he’s hungry for more, slowing for a moment to readjust.
Frank lifts your legs up, your ankles on his shoulders, his hands on your waist. “Let me know if this hurts.”
You just nod, sucking in a breath as he slams into you, hard and deep. This is different from before, a desperate search for release in a way you’d never seen. His pace after that is ruthless, face beautifully contorted as he tries to stay quiet. You’re failing at that, and his hand is over your mouth again, almost sympathetically. Not that you didn’t like it though, even more turned on by the power he holds. Naturally, he can tell, and it propels him faster and harder. How much could you really take?
He knows he’s rougher than you’re used to, that every snap adds a twist of pain, but you’re addicted to it. The overachiever in you is satisfied, thriving, knowing that you’re being perfect for him. That’s all you ever wanted, really. Frank can’t understand it though, mind boggled that you’re so placid when you sob into his hand, rewetting his cock every time he pulls out. And you never tell him to stop, even when he starts to worry that he’s actually fried your brain and he’s fucked you catatonic.
“Keep going?” he asks, almost concerned.
His hand barely lifts from your mouth, just long enough for you to answer. “Please don’t stop.”
God, this felt so wrong, but who was Frank to deny you? You’re so polite, and the whine in your voice is making him go insane. It’s the same, brutal tempo until the tightness forms again, muscles clamping down. Frank is crazy for this, throwing caution to the wind as he dips his thumb past your lips and pulls his hand away. Then it’s thumb to clit, with no warning other than, “Need you to be quiet for me, baby.”
Fat chance, you think, but try nonetheless to suppress the mewls caught in your throat. The world is constricting, skin too hot and muscles too tight, twitching as your legs quiver above you. It’s peak stimulation and bliss, washing over you as you constrict around him, Frank nearly falling apart at the feeling. He doesn’t dare stop though, still working you through it, thumb teasing and voice filling the air.
“Atta girl,” he muses, letting your legs down and leaning in, chest to chest.
Disheveled, you blink up at him bleary-eyed. “Don’t stop yet,” you whine, pouty-lipped. “I want you to cum.”
He breathes a laugh, nestling himself inside you for a moment to let you cool down. “I will, don’t worry.”
Frank just… needs a moment. To take it all in, to let you breathe.
Before he starts, he kisses you again and your hands find their way back into his hair. It’s soothing, after how rough he had been, and Frank needs a second to collect himself anyway. This is too intimate to be less than treacherous, and you know that. You’d let him break your heart a million times over if it meant having him for tonight.
“Ready?” he whispers, pulling away.
Your hands fall to his shoulders, still delirious as you gaze up at him. Softly, you smooth your hands over his skin, nodding. “Yeah.”
The sweet, tight-lipped smile that you give him burns into his memory as he starts to move. You smile with your eyes, all excited and squinty, and it’s so angelic to him. You’re angelic, lashes fluttering shut as he thrusts, deep and steady. Those soft, swollen lips that had kissed him so tenderly, loose with hushed moans. Frank’s not used to anything this sensual, so it surprises him when words drip from his mouth like honey.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Maybe it’s because they come from the heart, eyes swimming with conviction. They meet yours, heavy lids lifting, so full of emotion. There’s that smile again, flashing across your face for a brief moment. Girls aren’t usually flustered when he sweet-talks them, but you’re different. He means it with you, and you can tell.
Your legs wrap around his waist when he’s about to cum, and he’s locked down as he nestles himself inside of you for the last time. Every sound he makes has your stomach doing somersaults, running your fingers through his hair when his forehead meets yours. He’s panting, eyes closed and forehead perspiring. The room is so quiet now, filled only with faint kisses and quiet whispers, the air thick with the smell of sex.
Frank’s not sure what to do after he’s pulled out, condom tied up in the trash. He’s not sure if you two should go back downstairs, if he can pretend like this never happened. Too many questions beg to be answered—what this means for you, what it means for him. He’s reckless and noncommittal, and you’re a glimpse of the good life. He’s the doobie codependent, and you’re all the pills he never took.
Frank forces down the fear of dragging you down with him. Instead, he embraces the possibility that you’re what he needs, because for the first time in forever, it didn’t take a joint to feel this good.
also yall i finally played through mouthwashing a couple days ago and although i didn’t love the gameplay tbh im now emotionally attached to the characters and the story TTT
tw: dddne, sh, drug use, nsfw, i can’t stop thinking about this i just need to get it out of my head
helping each other engage in self destructive behaviours… taking turns slowly slitting each others wrists in between intimate kisses… putting brightly coloured pills under each others tongue before moving down to put your tongue on something else…
warnings/triggers: Gagging, Oral sex (male receiving), Exaggerated writing, Degrading, Swallowing, Just overall filth and when I say filth I mean it- this is disgusting.
word count: 2066
Dead Dove Do Not Eat!
You never would have thought about Gerard if it weren't for Mikey, not too long ago, a few days before, Mikey asked you to come and hang out with him since y'all were best friends. But he forgot to mention that he's actually busy and not home. He didn't even text you or anything, so as you normally would have, you knocked on the Way house's door three times and waited for Mikey to open the door; but to your surprise it was Gerard that opened the door. Mikey's weirdo older brother who lived in the basement room underneath the house.
He was a freak, you never saw him, he was always in that basement doing God knows what, you only saw him when he was making coffee in the kitchen while you and Mikey gossiped; and not even that was a pleasant encounter.
"So? Where's Mikey? We were supposed to hang out today..." You asked Gerard, standing in the doorway.
"He- He's busy today, he went to grab something from the store but, um he also said that he needed to do some business..." Gerard scratched the back of his head awkwardly and stepped aside from the door. "If you um- wanna spend the time uh, until he's back, I got some new comics, if you'd uhm want to- take a look at them." He avoids eye contact and for a second you thought he almost looks cute, if it weren't for his stink.
Either way, you step inside the already familiar house and put your bag on a chair nearby, then you turn back to him.
"I mean- sure. I already walked this far why not. I'm not really a comic fan but, some of them are cool." You tried your best to sound interested even though you weren't, Gee was the last person on Earth you would want to be stuck with. However you didn't wanted to walk back to your house, so you figured that you'll stay some time and then go home, Mikey will be hearing about this later.
"They're in my room- You can uh come check them out in there." He gestures vaguely towards the basement door and stairs, and you catch a small blush on his cheeks. You can't help but frown a bit at that, you never liked him and he's a nerd, but as long as there is nothing else to do you guess it'll be fine.
"Okay? I guess- you lead the way." You let Gerard go back into the basement, and you're a few stairs behind him when the stench hits you. It's a mix between body odor, cigarettes and junk food. You try your best to hide the small gag, your body reacted to this monstrosity but you have to keep it at bay. 'It will be okay, I'll just have to bear it for some time, until I have enough courage to walk back home. It will be fine-' Your thoughts keep you occupied for some peaceful seconds as you finally arrived to the man cave that is.
"Sorry for the mess- I wasn't expecting uhm, visitors. They are somewhere here- I just got them yesterday; one of the new editions." He walks to a table that's full of empty but dirty dishes and papers, comics, magazines. While he's searching for the comic, you dare take a look around the room. It had a worn-out couch and an old television with a console and some games, there was Final Fantasy X-2 and some other RPG games you never heard of.
There are action figures almost everywhere and posters lined the walls, a real nerd's wet dream is this room.
"Look, if you can't find them in this mess I don't blame you- I'm sure we can pass time in other ways. How about we play something? Do you know truth or dare?" He looked up from where he was, still searching for the comics, he seriously looked pathetic. His hair greasy and disheveled, his clothes messy with some darker spots of who knows what. He straightened himself and leaned back against the table trying to look cool, you almost huffed a laugh at the poor attempt of trying to look cool.
"Yeah, I know how to play it. I only played it once though- and that wasn't the very best either; but if you want to, then I guess uh, it's fine." The awkwardness of him makes this very entertaining to watch and you can't help but smile just a tiny bit at his pathetic try to win you over. So you figured why not make this interesting.
"Okay, I'll let you go first. I choose truth." You take a seat at the worn-out couch and wait for Gerard to come up with a question. He walks over to the couch and takes place opposite you with a fair distance between the two of you.
"What's your favorite comic? If you have one-" Now at that, you couldn't hold it in anymore so you chuckled and thought about it. He is so innocent yet very weird and disgusting you can't really compare to anyone or anything.
"I only read a few comics, but I'll say the OG Batman comics. My turn, truth or dare?" You have a sick plan, that if your calculations guessed correctly Gerard will like. You sit up on the couch, hugging your legs.
He takes a few moments to think about what he'll choose, "Truth." his eyes lock with yours as you contemplate what to ask.
"Have you ever been blown off?" You smirk satisfactory taking over you at the blunt question. You can see his surprise at your straightforwardness, a blush creeping up to his cheeks and ears, he even looks away in what seems like embarrassment.
"I- I haven't. No-" He still doesn't meet your gaze, but you're sure he can feel your eyes bore a hole through him as he confesses. "W- Why?" He softly turns back to you and looks at you with such a shyness you've never seen. You can't help but think about giving him one just out of pity, and you might actually just do that.
You snuggle closer to him on the couch, only so much though. He seems to notice your slight movement and he looks away.
"You wanna know how it feels like, don't you?" You ask in a teasing tone and with that smirk on your face he knows all too well why you're aksing this.
"Um- I, uh guess- um ye- yeah..." The blush he has is getting out of control and it just makes you move a tad bit closer again, like a predator, slowly approaching her prey. You don't even care about how disgusting he is but get turned on by his lack of hygiene. You knew that this was sick, that you shouldn't like this, that he's a weirdo, a freak. Yet you couldn't keep those naughty thoughts away locked in that dark place in your mind; they were escaping with every milisecond that passed.
"I'm bored of the truth or dare-" You moved closer again, "I want to play something else, or well- with something." you bit down on your lip, and found yourself next to him, he's siting sideways facing you, and you can see his bulge underneath the sweatpants.
"Wha- What are you doing?" You place a hand on his chest, pushing at him softly so he'll lean back into the couch. You just shake your head softly. He closes his eyes, probably just this soft touch is too much for him, your other hand trails to his waistband and you link two fingers in, just teaing him.
"Shhh- lean back and enjoy, I know you'll love it you weirdo." You whisper in his ear then plant a soft wet kiss under his ear. His skin tastes like sweat and bitter, he most likely haven't showered in a few days. The soft noises he does makes you smile, and it's cute how he grabbed a pillow to cover himself with, but you pull at his waistband as the one hand on his chest goes to grab his and pull it away with the pillow.
"Don't cover yourself you freak- Let me send you to heaven." You look back at him, somehow with lust, it seems impossible that you're really about to do this, however the idea of you giving this nasty freak his first blow job makes your skin all tingly. He complies and even though his eyes are closed he doesn't stop you from getting off the couch to kneel before him.
"Open your eyes Gerard, look at me..." You pull down his sweatpants in one smooth move and his boxer is now revealed to you, his hardened dick poking at the fabric, it looks painful so you remove it for him springing his dick free. He's not small but not huge either, just about the middle, average size.
"Ohm my- God!" He mutters under a breath when he opens his eyes, you lock gazes and you lick your lips before running a single finger along his size, he shivers under the soft touch with the smallest moan.
"You're so disgusting, you know that? You don't even deserve this-" You curl a hand around him and stroke him softly, some pre-cum already drooling down from him. "You're such a creep- you like it when someone degrades you, hm?" You continue to stroke him softly and he buckles his hips to create more fraction.
He can't form words so he just nods and leans his head back, letting out a long moan. You take that as invitation and so you put a hand on his thigh for balance then you lick up his dick. He tastes horrible, straight up disgusting and it makes you drool. With soft kisses you trail up his cock and when you reach the top, you take him in your mouth your tongue darting out to slide against his sensitive skin. You almost gag at the even worse taste and you can't help but whimper against his dick. It's like the more disgusting he is the more you enjoy, which is weird but also hot.
His hand sneaks into my hair, and you can feel the hesitation in his touch, but at last he grabbes your head by your hair and guides you to take him deeper. You look up at him as you deep-throat him, you gag around him but not because of his size, it's the taste that makes you gag yet it makes you moan at the same time.
"Ugh~ I- I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum-" Gerard stutters out between moans and you can feel his dick pump in your mouth, so you slurp against him and lick around his cock plus adding a bit of teeth it makes the magic happen and he cums into your mouth. The cum tastes even worse, bitter and way more sticky then it should be, but you swallow, you swallow every single drop of his semen. With a loud pop you take him out of your mouth and clean up around your jaw, you swipe of the excess saliva with your T-shirt. Then after a big sigh you smile up to him.
"How was it? How was it to see the popular girl kneeling before you? With your dick in her mouth, hm? How was it to see your little brother's best friend lick you like a lollipop? Did you enjoy it? I know you did you nasty pig- You were moaning like a little bitch, it was cute." You stand from the floor as he tucks himself back into his boxer then his pants.
"It... It was amazing-" He looks away, seems like the awkwardness never left and he's back to his abnormal gross weirdo self. "I- uhm, thanks." He scratches the back of his head then looks back at you, you're still standing in front of him.
"Y'know, your cum tastes really bad- you should totally check it out or something, this is definetly not healthy, let it be from anything... Either way, I loved it-" With a soft turn you go to the stairs that lead to the house and you look back at him. "And don't thank me, loser. You're still really gross and I don't like you. If you DARE to tell this to anybody- I'll rip your head off." And so you left the basement, texted Mikey you're not going to wait for him and walked back home.
Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag mutuals to do the same.
Tagged By: @sashiavi TYSM ML
What you like - Logic1000
Runaway - Mars Argo
My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski
All 9 Lives - Matt Maltese
My only gun god - Boolus
I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters
Light Of Love - Florence And The Machine
Getting Older - Billie Eilish
Hard Feelings / Loveless - Lorde
Itte (English & acoustic ver) - JubyPhonic
bro all of my music is so sad and dramatic, and there's NO KPOP? tbh, most of the time i'm listening to playlists on youtube rather than individual tracks, but alas.
It started off innocent enough. Your extended family (who didn’t particularly approve of your older brother’s smoking habits) was over for dinner, so Gerard was forced to hole himself in the bathroom in order to get his fix, blowing the smoke into the air vent on the ceiling. Dinner has now ended though, and the other members of your family had finally left not long ago.
Gerard could breathe a sigh of relief. That breath though, he thinks, would be even more relieving if there were a lit roll of tobacco in between his lips. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize until too late that he had left his pack of cigarettes on the sink counter.
Heading for the bathroom to gather what he needed, Gerard huffs out in annoyance as he hears a handle followed by a rush of water. Of course you had to get into the shower right at this moment. He could’ve sworn you did this shit on purpose sometimes just to annoy him. There’s no way you didn’t see his stuff in there!
Being your brother, Gerard knows that you tend to take long… long showers most of the time. And god knows that Gerard couldn’t wait that long for his hit of nicotine. The sink was fairly close to the bathroom door though, and he bets that if he reached through the door, his arm would be long enough to reach his precious stash. However, after a few moments of pathetically flailing around blindly behind the door, Gerard realizes he must have overestimated his flexibility.
“Fuck.” He sighs under his breath. It couldn’t hurt to pop in really quick just to grab his pack, right? You’re family after all! It’ll just be a second!
So he does just that.
Gerard swings the door open, fully expecting you to start berating him immediately from behind the frosted curtains. But, you must’ve not noticed him or heard him entering from under the crashing water. Gerard on the other hand, certainly noticed your cute black thong laying oh so prettily right on top of his cigarette pack.
“Fuck.” He repeats quietly, but this time with a different tone in his voice. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that! That’s gross!
But there’s something about the thought of you wearing nothing but those pretty panties… ass on display with the black fabric framing your cheeks… snapping the waistband against the delicate skin of your hips… fuck, those hips. Gerard can vaguely see the shape of your naked body through the frosted shower curtains and each foggy suggestion of a curve has his mind running a million miles an hour.
He shakes his head quickly, almost in an attempt to shake the lust-filled thoughts about his sister out of his brain. But it clearly doesn’t work, as when he grabs his pack of cigarettes from the counter, Gerard finds himself pocketing your thong as well.
Those little thoughts of his were certainly a slippery slope because not much later, Gerard then finds himself back in his room, pulling out that poor-excuse-for-underwear back out of his pocket and pulling the fabric towards his face. Blue jeans have been shoved haphazardly down his legs and his fingers were wrapped around his pretty cock. Gerard’s mouth falls open into a soft but silent moan as he drags his flexed hand from his heavy balls to his flushed tip, wishing and even begging for his cute little sister to replace his tired palm.
Based on the asks above! (Give your thanks to @curlyhairkk !!)
Summary: You and Sebastian had been hanging out with each other for a while now, to the point he could confidently say that the both of you were good friends! But...you were also close with Alex, friends, despite it being clear to Sebastian that Alex wanted something...more. For the first time in a long time, Sebastian felt himself having romantic feelings towards someone, and he refused to let it slip through his fingers so easily.
Warning(s): Possessive!Sebastian (not yandere levels but just him being jealous), Alex being pushy (Sebastion comes and saves the farmer tho dw), Rough sex, Sebastion is taller than Alex, Sebastian likes hearing the reader beg a lil', Multiple orgasms (for the reader lol).
Side Note(s): I've never been the biggest vampire fan but Twilight (when I ignore Bella) is actually kinda good 😌 . Also sorry for this taking a minute to come out! Spring semester is hitting the ground running this year 🫠
He...was jealous, perhaps he didn't have the right to be so but he couldn't help himself.
Since you had arrived in the valley a little over a year ago, you and Sebastion had gotten closer and closer since the first time you two saw one another and began speaking. What was first simple small talk inside of his room, brief and awkward (mostly on account of him being shy), or a quick greeting or two when you'd pass one another in town. It now turned into fleeting touches that held a certain passion behind each movement, glances in each other's directions that spoke of wanting to do something other than simply talk.
It was driving Sebastian insane.
And what's more? He knew you felt the same, you delivered him so many gifts, talked to him for hours on end as if he were the most important thing in your world, and too many times did he almost hear you say that you loved him! He never thought he'd witness a day where he was practically begging on his knees to Yoba for someone to say one line but...here he was.
Sitting near the edge of the lake on the side of his house, listening to you go on about your day and how your cows had just given birth to twins.
The process of what you had to do to make sure the calves were healthy sounded complicated, and quite frankly? He understood little of it but the passion in your voice and how intelligent you sounded was like music to his ears, a song that he could listen to over and over and over and over again so long as it meant that he could continue to look into your eyes while you looked into his.
Sebastian only felt comfortable around you.
Besides Abigail and Sam, you were the only one who understood him and didn't make him feel like an outcast, as if he were some weirdo with no aspirations besides living in his parent's basement—had your lips always looked so pretty? Unconsciously, he felt himself slowly leaning in closer and closer to you, placed under an unknown spell via the lure of your voice. Yet as you noticed Sebastian steadily leaning closer towards you, causing you to trail off from your conversation...the scent of his minty breath mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes began to make your mind spin as you felt yourself slowly losing yourself in the way his eyes looked at you—
"Y/N!" When you heard Alex's voice, you nearly jumped out of your skin before putting some distance between yourself and Sebastion.
Completely oblivious to the tension you and Sebastian shared a mere second ago, the jock crouched down a little ways behind you with a grin. "You promised you'd play some gridball with me! Don't tell me you've gotten cold feet now?" And just like that, the tension faded into the wind, leaving Sebastian on the sidelines witnessing the exchange as if Alex didn't even notice that he was there! He stuck his hands into his pocket, his eyes nearly shooting daggers at the oblivious jock while he called him every type of curse word imaginable in his head.
But, he remained patient, hoping and almost praying that you'd remember what the both of you were so close to doing a minute ago.
But it seemed that luck wasn't on his side today as you eventually looked back to him with a playful grin. "I did promise Alex..." You said playfully, pouting even though you didn't appear to be sad about the fact in the slightest before you looked back to Alex who was cheekily grinning behind. "I'll swing back to your house later!"
Sebastion could only silently nod despite mentally pleading for you to stay with him instead, the thought resting just on the tip of his tongue. But...the last thing he wanted to appear as was controlling or overly possessive of you. He respected your freedom, as someone who longed for it and wanted to do something different in the world, he knew how restrictive the feeling could get when you felt controlled. He didn't want the same thing for you so—he forced himself to watch you get up and walk away with Alex.
He glared at the jock's back with all the annoyance and fury he could currently muster up.
Especially when he saw Alex's hand come to rest on the small of your back.
. . .
Your gridball game with Alex had taken way longer than you originally expected it to. At first, the two of you were eager and excited to go to the beach before your stomach growled, thus leading Alex to convince you to come over to his house where Evelyn proceeded to make the best baked chicken you had ever had in your entire life!
Then you suddenly remembered that you needed to run a few errands, and Alex, like any friend, was more than happy to keep you company.
A little bit of fishing here, shopping at Pierre's shop there. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon by the time you and Alex had actually managed to get to the beach, and although the jock was more skilled than you at the sport, you had fun nonetheless and appreciated Alex for even thinking to consider you as a possible playing part when you've heard rumors here and there that Shane was a far better player.
However...now that Alex was walking you back to your house, the light-hearted conversation that lasted all day to day had trickled down into something calmer and quieter. For the entire time, it seemed, Alex looked at you as if he was about to say something before quickly rethinking things, although the two of you weren't extremely close, you thought you two were close enough to talk to one another and let each other know when something was bothering you both! It was driving you insane as you kept glancing at Alex from the corner of your eye, curious and trying to allow him as much time as he needed to get his words out until— "What's on your mind?" You blurted out.
Then, you two stopped a little ways from Sebastion's house actually.
All you needed was to take the shortcut up the stairs next to his house before you'd make a left down the forest alley to your farm.
"Are you and Sebastion together?" The question nearly made you choke on your own spit at how boldly the question came out before your eyes shot to Alex with a wide-eyed stare.
"W-What?" You gulped.
“Are you together?” Alex repeated, a little louder and clearer this time. Yet you still looked at him dumbfounded, you respected the friendship the two of you had, although Alex was indeed handsome, your brain refused for you to see him as anything more than a sibling! But as you continued to remain silent, Alex tensed his jaw before huffing. “I’m not hearing a ‘no’.”
“We’re not together but—“
He clicked his tongue, looking off to the side for a moment before looking back at you. “Don’t tell me you actually like that loser? The entire town thinks he’s a shut-in!”
You shot a glare at him. “That’s not true!” You said. “He’s sweet, sweeter than you’re being right now Alex. I like our friendship, don’t ruin it.”
Suddenly, just as Alex shot a glare at you and dared to take a step towards you, his hand extending in a bid to grab your arm. Robin’s front door swung open before Sebastian came rushing out. And the chaos that ensued afterward was something you *didn’t* want, Sebastian shoving himself into Alex like a raging bull before tucking you behind him with an arm just as the two men proceeded to get into a shouting match.
Alex being annoyingly pushy a few moments ago aside, you didn’t want to see him hurt for Yoba’s sake!
“Sebastian stop it!” You shouted as you tried to separate the two men.
When he felt your hand wrap around his forearm, the recluse briefly calmed down, just long enough for you to forcefully put some distance between him and Alex. “You stay away from her.”
Alex scoffed. “The fuck is this?” He looked to you. “Tell this freak that the two of you aren’t together before I shove his ass to the ground.”
"I'd like to see you try," Sebastian retorted, the edge of his lip curling up into a snarl. Before he could take another step closer to Alex however, you quickly smacked his arm in an attempt to call back his attention. You hadn't even given Alex an official answer about your feelings about Sebastian, only because...you weren't ready for the possibility that he may not have liked you. But if saying it would make the two men go their separate ways and avoid fighting one another...so be it.
"Stop it!" You shouted before you squeezed between the two, pressing your back against Sebastian's front as you outstretched your arms. "I like Sebastion, okay?!" You finally shouted.
It was as if the world had suddenly frozen in a split second.
The words 'I like Sebastian' replayed in the recluse's head like a broken record. The feeling of your warmth against him as you protected him made his cheeks warm and...it was as if he were suddenly placed in the middle of a dream, all he had ever wanted was to hear those words from you...that you shared the same feelings towards him.
But it was all too easy for his brain to immediately spoil the moment for himself.
Did it really take you hanging out with Alex for you to recognize that you liked him— "I like you more." Alex insisted with a stubborn huff.
The jock's words snapped him from his trance before he immediately placed a hand on your shoulder to gently but firmly move you behind him. "She likes me." Sebastian practically growled out his words. "Sebastion—" "Fuck off," He practically spat out his final words to Alex before his gaze settled back onto you and he firmly grabbed your arm to pull you along with him. But...not toward his house like you had expected but up the small steps next to his home before he made a sharp left.
He was taking the path to your home.
. . .
Everything was a mere blur with the speed Sebastian was dragging you along to your house, your heart thrumming against your ribcage while your cheeks felt like they were literally on fire. Each attempt to try and understand why Sebastian was dragging you along to your house was only met with silence and when you would get a response, it was either a grunt or him looking at you with a tint of red on his cheeks!
You were utterly confused but...the possessive nature your otherwise quiet friend was showing, you couldn't deny the way it made your core throb ever so slightly.
A feeling that grew when you both had finally reached your home, your front door practically slamming closed before you found your back against the wall and Sebastian caging you in with your eyes with an almost hungry look in his eyes, one that brimmed with...nervousness? Just underneath the surface. "Do...do you really like me?" He panted out, your eyes widening for only a second before you shyly nodded your head.
And as your cheeks further tinted red from embarrassment, Sebastian feared he'd pass out with how frequently his heart was skipping beats at how cute your expression was. He had been waiting for you to say that you had liked him ever since the two of you had become close, close to where...he preferred hanging out with you over Sam and Abigail sometimes. "Tell me you like me," Your thighs clenched once again at how Sebastian's voice sounded as if he were pleading with you to say that you liked him unless he would die. "Please...I need to hear it with your voice."
Like earlier, your faces steadily began to inch closer and closer to each other's.
Yet, there was no outside force to stop you two as your arms came to loop around Sebastian's neck, further pulling him closer. "I like you," You whispered against his lips. And the groan Sebastian let out when he crashed his lips against your own was downright sinful as his arms wrapped around your waist to squeeze you against his front. Everything about you drew him absolutely nuts, from how soft your body felt against his own, your curves and warmth making his cock twitch against the front of his jeans while the faint scent of your shampoo entering his nostrils made his head spin. The sound of your soft moans against his lips, how your arms pulled him even tighter against your lips as if you couldn't get enough of him...he'd been waiting so long for this.
Then, his finger came to shakily tug at the shorts you wore, from excitement or nervousness, however...he wasn't quite sure. "M-May I?" He asked, a string of spit still connecting the both of you as he parted from you to ask for permission. The second you nodded your head, he only looked behind himself briefly for your couch before his lips crashed against your own once more, carefully walking backward to your sofa before he fell back onto the plush cushions, dragging you to sit in his lap before he started to pepper kisses over an available region of skin he could find.
You gasped when you felt his hand suddenly begin to trail up underneath your shirt, Sebastian groaning at the feeling of your breasts before he pulled down your bra. Through his lashes, he looked up at you again for your consent, and again...you couldn't nod your head fast enough before his hands were tugging up your shirt and his eyes widened at the sight of your pretty breasts. "So pretty..." He whispered, placing a chaste kiss in between your tits before his tongue darted out to trail a line over to one of them before latching on. Your sex throbbed at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around the nipple, unconsciously beginning to grind against his thigh much to his amusement as he looked up at you again with a smirk.
"S-Sebastian..." You moaned, taking one of his hands and trying to lead it to your throbbing core. "Please—"
He huffed as he gently took his hand back from your own. "You were going to show off this pretty body for him?" He mumbled against your nipple, placing one more wet kiss against it before he moved over to the other one to give it some attention.
"W-What? No—"
"Then how come you left me so quickly to be with him?" Before you could have a moment to defend yourself, a moan interrupted you when Sebastion latched onto your chest once more, wrapping an arm around you to pull you even closer to him as he felt his cock strain against his jeans.
It was a petty thing to be jealous over, especially seeing as he currently had you writhing on his lap while he sucked on your tits. But, the sheer idea of Alex being able to hear your moans...see your body, and touch it...it pissed him off more than he could ever imagine! "I-I never wanted to do these things with Alex!" You managed to say amongst your moans as you grinded your clothed pussy even harder against Sebastian's thigh. "Only—Only you..."
He moaned at your confession. "Really?" He moaned, his cheeks flushed red as he pulled himself away from your chest to look at you. The way you used his thigh for your own pleasure was hypnotizing, your eyes fluttering open and close as desperate pants escaped your lips as if you were a bitch in heat. Yet, as much as he'd like to see you use him to cum...he wanted your first orgasm with him to be on his dick. "If you really wanted to do these things with me only..." He grabbed your thighs, forcing you to a stop much to your dismay. "...prove it other than using my thigh to get yourself off." He nearly drooled when he looked down to see the growing wet patch on your shorts, causing him to finally tug your shorts off before he was met with the sight of your gorgeous cunt.
It glistened with your slick, twitching underneath his gaze and seeming to leak your juices even more now that it was out in the open! As he used his thumbs to part your lips to get a better look at your hole, you then pulled at Sebastian's jeans. "You too..." You moaned.
Sebastian smirked at how needy you sounded before he pulled his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, his length slapping against his stomach and already dripping pre-cum. Your mouth dropped at his size, you hadn't expected it to be so— "Don't close your legs," Sebastion said before he pushed to keep your thighs open. "Relax," He smirked before he helped you lift yourself until your cunt was hovering over his cockhead, the radiating warmth from your pussy making his cock twitch as he already couldn't wait to feel your walls envelop his dick.
He felt as if it were Christmas day, too many times after hanging out with you, he'd have to rush home to his room before he'd jerk himself off with your name leaving his lips like a prayer. The only thing that'd rush through his mind is the imagination of you fucking yourself on his cock, or him fucking you to the point you could hardly remember your own name. It was maddening, but now? He could finally breathe a sigh of relief as he gently lowered you onto his cock. "S-Shit..." Sebastian cursed, causing you to throb and tighten up even more at the delicious sound of him enjoying your body. "Loosen up..." He then moaned. "I can barely—fuck."
"Too good for you to move?" You teased him gently, finding a sliver of your confidence at how his head fell onto the back of the couch. He tensed his jaw with a huff, he was supposed to be pleasuring and teasing you, not the other way around!
But as you tried to move your hips, Sebastian quickly interrupted your attempts with a sudden thrust up into your cunt. A sharp moan tore from your throat as your grip on Sebastian's shoulders tightened. Then, his hands swooped to knead and grab at your ass as his smirk grew. "So bold to tease me, if you can do that, you can certainly scream my name just as well, can't you?"
Ripping away your chance to answer, Sebastian suddenly brought you up before sinking you back down onto his cock, a sharp Ah! tearing from you as your toes quickly curled at the pleasure of Sebastian roughly fucking you. Your mind barely had time to keep up with the pleasure and how easily his cock rubbed against your sweet spots, the sensation of him kneading your ass and the slight bite of pain that came with it only elevating the pleasure as your eyes nearly grew into saucers at how fast you felt a knot begin to tighten in the pit of your stomach.
"W-Wait...!" You moaned, betraying your own words by clinging to Sebastian even further. "I-I...I can't—fuckkkk!" Suddenly, pleasure blasts from your every nerve as Sebastian fucked you hard and fast, your lungs heaving and grasping for every little bit of breath they could get as your orgasm suddenly washed from your body. The quickness in which you reached it making Sebastian pause in his thrusts for only a little in order to look at you in shock.
Before you could come down from your high although...he resumed his thrusts with a teasing chuckle. "So quickly Y/N?" He said. "Tch, bet Alex couldn't get you to cum that quickly huh?" He marveled at how lewd your expression was, at how loudly and shamelessly your cunt squelched from underneath you with each thrust of his cock.
"S-Sebby..." You moaned deliriously as he shallowing fucked you. "Why a-are you—Ah!" You gripped his hoodie tighter when he resumed his earlier pace of pulling you up and down his dick.
"I know you must be feeling sensitive after cumming..." He cooed mockingly, not the least bit ashamed of fucking you right after your climax. "But...whew...I just can't get enough of you moaning and clinging to me like that..." Despite your body trembling with pleasure, Sebastian picks up the pace even more as he bit his bottom lip as he was entranced with everything about you.
Especially the way your pussy clung to his dick as if it didn't want him to leave.
"S-Sebastion!" You cried out.
"Keep screamin' like that for me farmer...I want this whole valley to know that the local recluse is fucking into your squelching cunt~" You gasped at how his cock twitched inside of you.
"Y-You..." You tried to say. "So mean...!" You whined.
He smirked at your delirious words. "I'm being mean?" He chuckled before one of his hands left your ass to cup the back of your head, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. "Tell me to stop then..." He murmured against your lips. He was even so kind as to give you a moment of relief by suddenly stopping his thrusts, the sudden loss of pleasure nearly shocking your brain as you lazily opened your eyes.
"Why...why did you?"
Sebastian laughed. "I thought you wanted me to stop? I was being soooo mean after all." You pouted at his words, and when you attempted to move your hips, his hand only stopped you. "Beg me to keep going, farmer...tell me how good my cock is." To encourage you, he started to resume moving a little, yet compared to how he fucked you moments ago...it was barely enough.
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at how your brain was screaming at you to say what he wanted you to say.
But, the knot that was just beginning to tighten again— the desire to reach that orgasmic high again was just too tempting. "K-Keep going...!" You begged.
Like flipping on a switch, Sebastian resumed his rough thrusts much to his delight as well as moans poured from his lips. "Your dick is so good! Fuck!" You whined against his ear, causing Sebastian to fuck up into you as he brought your hips down on his dick, somehow reaching even deeper inside of you. "Keep fucking me with your cock! P-Please...don't stop!" You continued to beg at the top of your lungs.
He nearly came at how the words 'Please, don't stop' left your lips.
He moaned. "S-Shit...keep saying that!" He said. "If it feels that good...keep saying 'don't stop'!"
"D-Don't stop...Ahhh...d-don't stop!" You gasped.
His cock throbbed inside of you with your wanton begging, your throbbing cunt encouraging his climax to come faster and faster until he suddenly stilled against you with a loud groan leaving his lips as hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, Sebastian's climax seeming to be never-ending as your orgasm only made his last even longer. "S-Sebastian..." You moaned sleepily, a tiny squeak of discomfort leaving you when Sebastian gently pulled you off his softening cock.
When you and him looked down to see the mess you had made on his pants, however...you hardly had the energy to be embarrassed whilst your newfound lover only smirked in sheer confidence. "I didn't know you were so messy Y/N~" He teased you before you quickly hid your face in his neck.
You mumbled something into his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist, enjoying the afterglows of your shared climaxes together. At least he could rest confidently now, knowing that you wouldn't be going to Alex anymore after this.
