it all started when you crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, laying next to him. gerard wakes up from all the stirring and groans, turning the light on. once he sees it's just you, he turns it off again and lets you get comfortable wrapping his arms around you.

after a while, you had fallen asleep, but gerard hadn't. he hugs you a little tighter, debating whether or not to do whatever was going on in his head.

he adjusts the two of you's position a bit, making you more accessible to him while also making sure you didn't fully wake up. he lets out a low hum, pulling your shorts down to reveal your private. he slips his hand under your shirt, teasing your nips a bit.

gerard starts to lick and suck on your neck, leaving a bit of marks as he works your body up. you start to gain consciousness, but he didn't care anymore. you let out a whine, trying to move your arms before realizing your arms were held together by gerard. you whine again, "hmphh... gee?"

gerard pulls away from your neck a bit, his hand going back to your core, "just... just try not to make too much noise, okay sugar?" he said, adjusting again so that he was on top of you, he spits on his hand then smashes his lips onto yours and inserts a finger inside you, quickly pumping in and out of your heat.

and he doesn't pull away, afraid you'll wake everyone in the house, he could feel the vibrations of your moans on his lips, and he starts to messily make out with you to shut you up, his rhythm steady and consistent but fast.

instead of squirming like he expected you to do, you stay put. you let him take charge, even though you don't even exactly know what was going on.

he continues to go in and out, and when he feels your legs start to shake he knows you're about to climax and go faster—letting you orgasm all over his hand. he looks you in the eyes, seeing you teary-eyed and panting made him a little guilty, yet he made sure to lick every last drop of you left in his hand.

they don't know the things he'd whisper in your ear when you're in public, "fix your attitude before i have my way with you in front of everyone in this party," he'd say, then pull back away from you with a bright, charming smile and snakes his hand on your waist, giving you a small kiss. others swoon at the sight.

it sucks because everyone seems to see him through rose tinted glasses, a well educated wealthy man, well spoken and kind, generous and charming, handsome, and attractive. they're under so deep in his charm that they don't even question the problematic age gap.

and you used to see him that way too — you thought he was way too kind to be true, and you were right. he said and gave you everything and anything to lure you into his cage, and he's got you locked in the moment you stepped foot inside.

gerard was smart and thoughtful about his actions, and you didn't realize until it was too late. it started small, little outburts here and there; you brushed it off to him just beige under stress. and then it got physical, harsh shoves and slaps every so often. then it started to become a part of sex. and that's another thing — you noticed gerard was only every decent to you in exchange for sex.

praises and compliments he used to give you all the time was now reserved for foreplay. "you're beautiful, baby, have i told you that recently?" he'd say, crashing his lips into yours. "mhm, so good f'me, aren't you?"

then what starts as praises quickly turn sour, once he's got you bent over on the bed—clothes ripped off, it's almost like a different person comes out.

"you're a fuckin' slut, hm?" he'd whisper, holding your hair tightly and using his arm to keep your head down. his other hand caressed your exposed behind—smack! "yeah, you love that, don't you?"

he's mean with it too, every trust harsh and deep, careless with how it'd feel for you. no lube, he'd jam in inside if need be and safewords? he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time — no use for it too, he'd keep going even if you ask him to stop.

her grip on my thighs to keep my legs open would leave marks / bruises 😵‍💫 she keeps telling me over and over again to keep still and open for her, but it gets a little overwhelming orgasm after orgasm. eventually getting to a point of overstimulation where i can't even move much anymore and jus' keep my leps open for her, only having the energy to whine and cry abt how tired i am