HopelessRomantic!

as i exited the school building I noticed him, the most handsome man i've ever seen. frank iero. he and i'd been going steady for three months now. he smiled as i walked over, instantly taking my books from me and taking my hand.

frank pressed his lips against mine. i felt the stubble of his freshly shaved mustache tickle my top lip. when he pulled away i sighed. "frankie, y'know my daddy'll flip his lid if he catches you walkin' me home." i said. frank smiled and rubbed the back of the hand he held tightly. "he'll never know darlin'. besides your whole family's gone this week. don't worry your pretty little head about it, m'kay."

i nodded and let him lead me forward and across the street. he and i would chat about the drama at school or the news, nothing too crazy. the only crazy thing about us was our love. honest, no matter what i did i would always spend my nights dreaming about him, or whenever I was all alone. i'd call him on our house phone, never needing the phone book as i'd memorized his number. he was a complete dreamboat.

"darlin' what if we didn't head home. maybe go to the soda shop?" he proposed. i chuckled in disbelief, my jaw dropped. "frankie, that's where all the bad kids hang out. we're not bad kids!" i said slapping his arm. "c'mon sugar. my friend gerard goes there and he's just like me, super great guy! i'll buy ya a coke." he said with a slight smirk.

i sighed while i thought about it. "you sure?" i said apprehensively. frank nodded and smiled at me. "okay then, lets go." i said.

the walk to the soda shop was down a winding path and past my favourite drive-in theater. once we arrived frank pushed open the glass doors. inside loud rock music played, the same music i was never allowed to listen to. "frankie..." i said squeezing his hand harder. "c'mon, it's just elvis." he said trying to console me. i sighed and stepped in with him.

frank led me to a red booth near the middle before placing my books on the table, and motioned for me to take a seat. "sit here while i go get your drink." he said with a smirk. i scooted into the seat and fixed my dress, puffing out the bright blue poodle skirt so it looked more presentable.

frank returned with a tall bottle of cherry coke and two long blue straws as i pulled my gloves down my hands a little further, as they rode up my hands throughout the day. he went and sat on the opposite side of the booth, he then sat the bottle on the table and placed the straws into the glass. he faced one toward me and one towards him before taking a big sip. he smiled after swallowing his sip.

i leaned into the glass and took a sip from my straw, leaving a light pink print from my lip stick around the tip of it. frank stared at me deeply, watching me swallow. after i leaned back up, frank and i made eye contact and an awkward silence came between us. the music changed to something slower and more intimate. some kids near the counter laughed loudly and threw candy around.

frank sighed before he spoke once again. "y'know i'm sweet on ya doll. more than anyone else. right?" he asked. i nodded and crossed my hands over my lap, obviously nervous. "well, since you wanna get married after you graduate, don't you think... um, do you think you might want to go all the way with me? i promise i’ll be gentle.” his words hit me like a bucket of ice water. i almost screamed.

i brought my gloved hand over my mouth and looked around. "frankie!" i said in a hushed tone. i pulled my hand back to my lap and gulped before he continued speaking. “listen… bein' close to you like this, kissing you… it makes me want more. i’d like to make love to you tonight, if you’ll have me." i sat up straight so fast and my eyes went wide and my mouth actually fell open. heat rushed straight to my face.

“you- you want what?” i whispered, completely shocked. my heart was hammering so hard i was sure he could hear it. “here? now you’re asking me about sex? in the middle of the soda shop?” i replied in a hushed tone, emphasizing the insanity of it.

he looked mortified, rubbing the back of his neck. “not here, of course! i didn’t mean it like that- i just… gosh, i’m sorry. i’ve just been thinking about it so much lately and i wanted to be honest with you. we don’t have to if you’re not ready." he looked down into his lap, his face growing red.

i stared at him for a long moment, my face burning hot. part of me was completely disgusted, imagine the scandal. a proper girl wasn’t supposed to even think about this before marriage. but another part that had been falling hard for this sweet boy kind of wanted it.

i bit my lip, looking down at my hands in my lap. "honest, i’ve thought about it too,” i admitted quietly, my voice barely audible over the jukebox. “i didn’t expect you to ask be direct. it's surprising to me, that’s all.”

he looked up hopefully. i took a shaky breath and gave him a small, shy smile. "so, yea,” I said softly. “i think… i’d like that... with you.” i managed to stutter out, lifting my hands onto the table. his face lit up with relief and joy all at once, though he was still blushing furiously. he reached across the table and gently took my hand, squeezing it.

“thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “we’ll take it slow. whenever you’re ready for it.” i nodded and let out a childlike grin.

we continued talking about our regular topics and finished our coke. by the time we'd left the sky had been turning a light pink and the clouds dispersed, showing off the warm colored sky.

as frank and i walked back to my house, he seemed to sweat and be distracted. constantly looking down at his watch and taking deep breaths. i could tell he was beyond distracted and mortified to at least enter my room for the first time.

"darling, you alright?" i asked, looking over to him. he nodded nervously as his breathing got heavier. we reached the front door of my house and i unlocked it. the cool air from the fans throughout the house hit us as we entered.

"just take off your shoes and come on back to my room sweetheart." i said, kicking off my mary jane's and placing them near the door. he slowly pulled off his dress shoes and placed them near my shoes. he took a deep sigh as i grabbed his hand and led him back to my room. the creak of the hardwood under our feet filled the room as we shuffled towards the bedroom door. i pushed the door open and flipped on the light.

“gosh…” he murmured, voice quiet. “it’s very… pink.” i gave a nervous little laugh and sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing my full skirt over my knees. My hands were trembling. he hesitated for a second, then sat down beside me, leaving a small, respectful gap between us. the mattress dipped under his weight then he spoke once more, "i'm kinda nervous." he said twiddling his thumbs.

i gave an awkward laugh before agreeing. we sat there in silence for a moment. both of us stared straight ahead at my dresser instead of at each other. i could feel how nervous he was. his leg was bounced slightly, and he kept wiping his palms on his trousers. but who was i to talk, my stomach did flips and my throat dried

“so… um…” he started, then stopped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “i’ve never done this before, y'know. with anyone.” his voice was barely above a whisper. “i don’t want to do anything you don’t wanna. if you changed your mind, then we can just… sit here. or i can leave.” i looked over at him. his cheeks were bright red and he was gripping the edge of the pink bedspread so tightly his knuckles were white.

"i haven’t either,” i admitted softly, my own voice shaky. “i’m really nervous too.” he let out a relieved breath and finally turned to look at me. His eyes were full of both fear and affection.

“i just care about you so much,” he said. “i don’t want to mess this up. you're my best girl and i… i want this to be nice for you.” i gave him a tiny, shy smile. "i want this too,” i whispered. “with you.” he swallowed hard and slowly reached out to take my hand. his palm was warm and just as clammy as mine. we sat there on my pink bed, holding hands, both of us breathing a little too fast, neither one of us was quite sure what to do next.

we sat there for what felt like forever, just holding hands. my heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it. finally, he turned toward me, his face still flushed. he leaned in slowly and kissed me. it was soft at first, gentle and sweet like always, but this time it felt heavier with everything we both wanted. after a few moments he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breathing a little faster.

his voice came out quiet and shaky. “can I… touch you a little?” i nodded, not trusting my voice. his hand shook as he gently cradled my cheek, then slowly slid down to my neck and shoulder. after a minute he took my hand in his.

he swallowed hard, looking embarrassed. “you can… touch me too. if you wanna.” i bit my lip and nodded again. he guided my hand slowly down to his chest, pressing my palm flat over his shirt. i could feel how fast his heart was racing. “like this?” i whispered. “yeah… just like that,” he breathed. “you can rub a little, if you want.” I started moving my hand in small, nervous circles over his chest. he let out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes for a second.

i let my hand drift lower, over his stomach. he tensed under my touch. he took my hand again, his fingers warm and slightly damp. his voice was barely above a whisper, and full of nerves. “you can… go lower. if you’d like.” he slowly guided my hand down until it rested on the front of his pants. i could feel how hard he already was underneath the fabric.

“gosh, i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his red cheeks burning. “you just… you make me like this so easily.” i stayed still, unsure. he swallowed again and spoke softly, “you can rub me there… through my pants first. just gently strokes, like this,” he slowly moved my hand up and down along the hard length of him, showing me. his breath hitched. “yeah… just like that. that feels real good.”

i continued the motion on my own and his head tipped back a little, eyes half-closed. “you can squeeze a little too,” he added shyly, voice rougher now. “not too hard. around the middle… yes, like that.” he was breathing faster, his hand still resting lightly on top of mine, guiding me every so often when i got unsure. my stuffed animals watched silently from the pillows as this sweet, nervous boy taught me how to touch him.

“is this okay?” I asked quietly. he nodded quickly, looking almost dizzy. “it’s more than okay, darling. you’re doing so good.” his breathing got faster as i stroked him through his pants. after a few minutes, he gently took my hand and pulled it away, looking a little overwhelmed. “wait… i don’t want to finish too soon,” he admitted shyly. “could i… touch you now?” i nodded, my stomach fluttering with nerves.

he kissed me again, slower this time, and carefully laid me back against the pink pillows. his hand trembled as he slid it under the hem of my skirt, resting on my knee at first, then slowly moving higher up my thigh. when his fingers brushed against my panties, i gasped softly. he froze. “is this alright?” he questioned. “yes,” i stammered. “but… i should show you.”

i reached down and took his hand in mine. my cheeks were burning as i guided him. i pressed his fingers gently against the front of my panties, right over the spot that felt the best. “rub here… softly, in little circles,” i told him, my voice barely above a whisper. i moved his fingers for him, demonstrating. “like this.”

he watched my face carefully, focused and eager to learn. after a moment i pulled my hand away and let him try on his own. his touch was hesitant at first, but he quickly found the rhythm I’d shown him. i let out a small, shaky moan and my hips twitched. “like that?” he asked, voice hoarse. “yes… just like that. a little more.” he swallowed hard and kept going, his fingers growing bolder. after another minute, i took his hand again and slipped it inside my panties. i guided two of his fingers to my entrance, which was already slick and warm.

“you can put them inside me,” i whispered, embarrassed but determined. “slowly… curl them a little bit toward you, like this...” i showed him the motion with his fingers. he let out a quiet, stunned breath as he felt how wet i was. “gosh…” he murmured in awe. “you feel so warm.” he followed my guidance, sliding his fingers in carefully, then curling them the way i’d shown him. i whimpered softly and grabbed onto his shoulder.

“is this good?” he asked anxiously, watching my face. “tell me if i should do it differently.” “faster… just a little,” i panted, still holding his wrist lightly to guide the speed. “and keep rubbing me here with your thumb at the same time.”

he was a quick learner. soon he had a steady rhythm going, his fingers moving inside me while his thumb circled the sensitive little bud at the top. my legs started to tremble and my breath came in short, embarrassed little gasps. he looked completely mesmerized, cheeks flushed a light red, eyes flicking between my face and where his hand disappeared under my skirt. “am i doing alright?” he asked again, voice thick and aroused. “i want to make you feel real good, darling.”

he kept moving his fingers exactly the way i showed him, slow, careful curls inside me while his thumb circled that sensitive spot. my breathing had turned into soft, shaky whimpers. every time i made a sound, his eyes would flicker up to my face, memorizing what i liked. after a few minutes, I reached down and gently pulled his hand away. we were both breathing hard.

“i want… i want to feel you,” i whispered, my voice trembling. “all of you.” his eyes widened, but he nodded quickly. we sat up on the bed and started undressing each other with nervous, fumbling hands. he helped me out of my blouse and skirt, leaving me in just my bra and panties. i unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his slightly defined chest. when we were both in our underwear, he pulled me into another deep kiss, this one slower and more emotional.

we laid back down together. he settled gently between my legs, his body warm and solid over mine. i could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of his underpants, pressing against me. he rested his forehead against mine, both of us trembling.

“i’m going to take these off now… if that’s okay,” he whispered. i nodded. he carefully slipped my panties down my legs, then removed his own underwear. when he settled back on top of me, i could feel his bare cock, hot and heavy, resting against my slick folds.

he kissed me again, deeper this time, and reached between us. i took his hand and guided the head of his cock to my entrance. “slowly,” i breathed against his lips. “just… push in a little at a time.” he nodded, looking nervous and completely in love at the same time. “tell me if it hurts, darling. i'll stop right away.” he started pressing forward. the stretch was intense. i gripped his shoulders tightly as the head of his cock pushed inside me. he let out a shaky, broken groan, burying his face in my neck.

"you're really warm inside, y/n." he said, muffled into my neck. he moved slowly, inch by inch, pausing every few seconds to kiss me and check on me. when he was finally inside, we both stilled, breathing hard together. I felt so full, and so close to him. our bodies were pressed together from chest to thighs, skin against skin.

“are you alright?” he asked softly, his voice full of awe and worry. he brushed my hair back from my face with a trembling hand. i nodded, wrapping my arms around his back. “it feels… really full. but good. you can move… just slow.” he began rocking into me with careful thrusts. every movement made us both moan softly. his face stayed close to mine the whole time. our foreheads touching, noses brushing, sharing every breath.

“i’ve never felt anything like this,” he whispered against my lips between kisses. “being inside you… it’s so intimate. i feel like i'm yours completely.” i kissed him harder, my fingers running through his hair as he moved inside me. the initial discomfort was fading into warm, deep pleasure. our bodies found a slow, sweet rhythm together in the bedroom, surrounded by ruffles and stuffed animals.

we stayed locked together like that for a long time slowly moving, just breathing each other in. his body covered mine so that i felt safe and cherished all at once. every small shift of his hips sent a deep, rolling wave of pleasure through me. he kissed me again, slow and reverent, like he was trying to pour all his feelings into it. when he pulled back, his eyes were soft and hazy, inches from mine. “i love you,” he whispered again, like he couldn’t stop saying it. “i love you so much.”

his hips began to move in those same gentle, lazy rocks, barely pulling out before pressing back in deep. each slow glide made me sigh against his mouth. the pleasure was building ever so gradually. there was no rush. just the two of us, tangled together and learning each other.

i wrapped my legs a little tighter around his waist, pulling him even closer. he groaned softly, a sweet, overwhelmed sound, and buried his face in my neck for a moment, kissing the sensitive skin there. “you feel perfect,” he murmured against my throat. “so warm… so tight around me. i could stay like this forever.” one of his hands slid up to cup my face. we stayed forehead to forehead, eyes locked as he kept that slow, steady rhythm. every time he rolled his hips, pressing deep and grinding gently against me, the pleasure grew stronger. my breath started coming faster, matching his.

i ran my fingers through his hair, then down his back, feeling the way his muscles moved under my touch with every gentle thrust. he shivered when i dragged my nails lightly down his spine. “does that feel good for you too?” he asked breathlessly, voice full of tender concern. “so good,” i whispered. “please don’t stop.”

he nodded and kissed me again, deeper this time, as his pace stayed slow. the pleasure was building higher now, intense in the most beautiful way. every deep press of him inside me made my toes curl and my fingers tighten on his shoulders.

our bodies were slick with a light sheen of sweat, but we only held each other closer. the wet, intimate sounds of him moving inside me mixed with our soft gasps and whispered words. nothing felt dirty or rushed. it felt intimate, loving and sacred.

“i’m getting close,” he admitted shakily, his voice cracking with emotion. “but I don’t want it to end yet… i want to feel you like this forever.” i kissed him softly, my own pleasure winding tighter and tighter in my core. “stay with me,” I whispered against his lips. “just a little longer…”

he made a soft, loving sound and kept that same slow, deep rhythm, grinding against me with every roll of his hips, our bodies pressed so tightly together we were almost one person. the pleasure kept building, higher and sweeter, as we held each other close.

his breathing grew ragged, his forehead still pressed to mine, but his face was flushed and strained. “darlin', i can’t hold back much longer,” he gasped, voice breaking. “don’t,” i whispered, my nails digging into his back. “please let go with me.” that seemed to snap something in him.

his thrusts suddenly became sharper, almost frantic. the gentle boy who had been so careful was now driving into me with need. every hard snap of his hips made the bed creak and sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure and pain through my body. i cried out a pornographic moan, clutching him tighter as the intensity bordered on too much.

he groaned loudly. a deep, guttural sound i'd never heard from him before and buried his face in my neck, biting down on my shoulder as his pace quickened. his cock drove into me so deep and hard that my vision blurred. the wet, filthy sound of our bodies slapping together filled the entire room.

“i’m- oh god...” he choked out. my own climax hit me like a train. my whole body froze up violently, thighs locking around his waist as powerful spasms ripped through me. i screamed into his shoulder, clenching around him so hard it almost hurt. wave after wave flowed over me, leaving me shaking and gasping for air.

he followed right after, thrusting into me with three erratic thrusts before he came with a broken, almost pained cry. his entire body became weak. his muscles trembling as he spilled deep inside me in thick, pulsing bursts. he kept moving through it, hips jerking harshly like he couldn’t stop, prolonging both our orgasms until they bordered on overstimulation.

for a long moment we were locked together, both of us shaking violently. his weight pressed me deep into the mattress as we panted against each other’s skin, hearts hammering wildly. i could feel him twitching inside me with every aftershock. he let out a wrecked, shaky sob against my neck, still buried to the hilt as the last harsh waves rolled through both of us.

we stayed pressed together, still joined, and breathing hard in the quiet room. slowly, the intense pleasure faded and the reality of what we’d just done settled over both of us like a weighted blanket. he pulled back slightly to look at me, and his face crumpled with guilt. his cheeks were burning red, and his eyes looked shiny with shame.

“oh no… what have we done?” he whispered, voice thick with regret. “we… we did it. before marriage. i-i can’t believe i let that happen. i’m so sorry, darling. i should have been stronger. a decent man would have waited until we were married. i-i’ve ruined everything.” he looked genuinely distraught. he started to pull out of me, but i pulled him into me closer.

“i feel so ashamed,” he continued, barely able to meet my eyes. “you trusted me and i… i took your innocence before i had any right to. your parents… if they ever found out, oh god who knows… i’d never forgive myself. i’m so embarrassed. i lost all control and now… now you might think less of me.” i felt my own wave of embarrassment crash over me. my face burned as i looked away toward my stuffed animals.

“I feel guilty too,” I admitted quietly, keeping my voice small. “nice girls aren’t supposed to do this before they’re married. i let you… i wanted you to. what if i’m… ruined now? what if someone finds out? i feel so dirty.” he made a pained sound and buried his face in my neck, holding me tightly like he was afraid i’d disappear.

“i'm so sorry,” he kept repeating softly, his voice almost broken. “i love you so much and i still did this to you. i swear i didn’t plan for it to go this far tonight. i feel like i’ve taken advantage of you.” he said, spiraling. i stroked his back gently, even though i was still trembling with my own shame.

“you didn’t take advantage,” i whispered. “i wanted it too. i love you. but… i do feel guilty. real guilty. we’re not supposed to do this yet.” he lifted his head again, eyes full of remorse and love all at once. “i know,” he said, voice shaky. “i feel terrible about it. but… i don’t regret being with you. i just wish we had waited. i wish i had done this the right way.”

i cupped his flushed face and looked at him softly. “we can’t undo it now,” I said gently. “but I don’t want you to hate yourself for it. i don’t regret being close to you like this… even if i feel ashamed right now.” he nodded slowly, still looking embarrassed and guilty, but he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead with so much tenderness.

“i love you,” he murmured against my skin. “no matter what. we’ll… we’ll figure this out. maybe one day we’ll get married and make this right. until then… i'll take care of you. honest.” he replied frantically.

With your older brother gone to Italy, you were now the oldest sibling forced to help the family along financially. So, you decided the easiest option was the diner nearby. The fort nearby rejuvenated the restaurants life, frequently bustling with different men in uniform. Different ranks signified on their lapels. The job was alright, pretty cushy and only really having to deal with the flirtations of lonely men. However, one soldier stuck out, he was quiet amidst his friends. High cheekbones and these hazel eyes framed by long girlish eyelashes. You’ve never seen such a beautiful boy before.

You served the table as usual, watching as they got up and left your tip on the table. The private pushed a hand through their freshly trimmed hair as they walked out. Glancing back at you, he smiled softly, a faint blush coloring their cheeks. You had a feeling you’d see them again…

You’re feeling ending up being correct, just not so soon. The next day, the man sat alone in the same booth. Whenever a different waitress tried to serve them, they politely asked for you (based on your description). Walking up to his lonesome table, he smiled, “Good morning ma’am.” Smiling back and gleefully responding, “Mornin’ sweetheart, feels like I just saw you yesterday!” He laughed, turning a vibrant shade of red, “Well, I didn’t get a chance to talk to you, sugar.” Tapping your pencil on your small notebook, “I get off in about thirty minutes, do you think you could wait that long?” The man nodded shyly, taking a cigarette out of his metal holder and placing it between his lips.

They ordered a coffee and waited patiently at the bar for you to get off work. Finally putting up your apron, you sat on a stool beside them. Turning towards you, he took one final swig of his coffee and asked, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” Brushing a sliver of hair behind your ear, muttering your name all of a sudden shy. They smiled, “I’m Gerard, how about we get outta here, sugar.” Nodding, you let him lead you out the door and to his car. Putting away any nervousness, you got in beside them. “Ever since I’ve been out here me and my buddies discovered this really pretty spot I wanna show you.” Gerard’s car rumbled to life, coughing and sputtering while they exited the parking lot.

Scooting slightly closer to them, “So, where are you from?” Threading fingers through his short hair, “Jersey. Well, Belleville specifically. What about you?” Sighing, “Here, this town was much smaller before the fort became so populated.” They nodded, fingers tapping the steering wheel while he navigated through the woods and up the winding path to the top of the hill that overlooked your small town. You’ve been to this spot before but Gerard didn’t need to know that. He talked about comics, admitting through a soft chuckle that, “I know I seem a little old for them but I really like reading ‘em.”

Nuzzling into their shoulder, “That’s okay, I have my own interests like that.” Shortly after he arrived at the spot, which is sort of notorious for teen makeout sessions. They parked, getting out to open the car door for you. Holding out his arm for you to take, he guided you to the edge that overlooked the town. Which looked so small up here, like little ants going about their life. Gerard stood a little closer, obviously nervous, “Is it okay if I hold you?” Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, “Of course.” Resting your head on their chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. Gerard’s breath hitched at the sudden contact. Fighting the smile that grew on his lips while he held you close.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, swaying softly with the late summer breeze. Pressing a kiss into the top of your head, smelling the floral powdery soap you use to wash your hair. He interrupted the silence, “I’m getting shipped off to France next week.” The fact stood there between you, quickly becoming stale. Taking your head off his chest to make eye contact, hands coming up to clutch their cheeks. “Don’t even worry about it. Just stay here, right now, in this moment.” Gerard nodded, flashing their big, puppy dog hazel eyes down at you. Watching their gaze flash down to your lips, a smiled tugged at you.

So slowly, you leaned in and connected your lips to his. Eating up the little surprised sound that left his mouth, taking a second before he kissed you back. Hands dipping down to rest on your hips, feeling the fabric of your dress there. Holding on like he’d lose you if he let go. Slowly, you traced your tongue along his bottom lip, gasping at the involuntary moan that left their lips. They tasted like coffee and cigarettes, the kiss was messy. You could tell Gerard definitely was inexperienced, spit gathering at the corners of your mouth. Wiping it off quickly when you separate, “Are you wanting to wait til marriage?”

He scoffed, “I don’t know if I’ll even get the chance.” You laughed, “Maybe I should become a nurse…” Unbuttoning his thick wool uniform and feeling up their clothed chest. “You look so handsome in your uniform, baby.” Their face went tomato red, feeling themselves starting to get hard in his restrictive pants. Seeing this, you hovered your hand over the obvious bulge sticking out of their pants, “Is it okay if I touch you here?”

Gerard nodded fervently, biting back a moan as you palm them. Thrusting your hand rhythmically as he moans, “L-let’s move to the backseat of my car.” Fingers interlocking while you walked the few feet back to his car.

Opening the door again for you, watching your ass as you climb into the backseat. Pretty much right after he climbs in your on top of them. Pressing kisses into their high cheekbones as well as threading your fingers through his short hair. Their hands sat nervously at their side, scared to do something wrong. Pausing for a moment, you straddled them, placing his hands on your hips. “Don’t be scared to touch me, Gerard.” He smiled, hands trailing back from your waist to your ass. Groaning as you hike up your skirt, giving them better assess to you. Unbuttoning their starched collared shirt, trailing kisses down his chest with every button you undo.

Reaching his belt, you quickly took it off of them. Palming them through his slacks, you maneuvered yourself onto your knees in between their legs. Unbuttoning his slacks and pulling his hard length out of their boxers. Gerard looked down at you nervously, biting their lip in both anticipation and nerves. Licking up the precum that’s leaking off his pretty pink tip, watching their face instantly contort in pleasure. Taking just his tip into your mouth first, creating a suction that causes them to buck into your mouth. Gerard wasn’t too long, so it wasn’t too hard on you. Deciding to take them all the way, your nose met his scraggly pubic hair.

Their fingers made their way into your scalp, hearing them moan all high and girlish as you start to set a rhythm. Your hand slid into your underwear, fingers circling your clitoris fast while you sucked him off. You could feel Gerard get close, cock throbbing inside your mouth. His grip tightened on your scalp, pulling you off him reluctantly. Hand clutching your cheek, “I wanna feel you, sugar.” Planting one last kiss on his tip, you joined them back on the seat. Lips connecting again, Gerard moaned at his taste on your mouth. The kiss heated up as you guided them on top of you, quickly slipping off your underwear. Wrapping your legs around his waist guiding their hips taut with yours.

Gerard’s length sat hot against your thigh, while he kissed your neck softly. Free hand clutching your clothed breast, taking everything in like it was the last time he’d be with someone like this. Guiding his cock to your warmth, taking him in inch by inch. Gerard was thicker than you anticipated, gasping at the fit. Slowly, he started to rock his hips in and out of you. Pressing kisses into your face and lips, “So good, baby. I wanna go on a proper date with you, sugar.” Nodding fervently, “Yes, please!” His thrusts continued to get faster, feeling the car start to move with their movements. “Wanna get a picture of you to bring with me to France…Think of you while I touch myself.” Groaning at Gerard’s lewdness, “Gonna miss you so much, you have to get me one too.” Laughing softly at your own desperation for a man you just met.

Sliding a hand in between you, circling your own clit to catch up to Gerard, who was holding on for dear life above you. Mouth hung open and panting, strings of dark hair fell in front of his face. After a few desperate thrusts, Gerard finished inside you, whimpering into your neck. Grinding into your palm a few more times before finishing along with Gerard. Holding them close, softly saying, “I wanna get to know you better..” He smiled at you tiredly and muttered something in conformation, nuzzling deeper into your chest.

The rest of the night was amazing, you both stayed up there and watched the sunset. Talking and joking until he checked his watch. Eyes going wide as he scrambled to put on his jacket, “I gotta go sugar, I’ll drop you off back home but I need to be at the base in 10 minutes.” Scrambling to your feet, you hopped in the passengers seat of his car. Directing them to your house, you wrote down your address and said, “Write me, Or just stop by.” Pressing a kiss into his cheek, you shut the car door and watched them speed off.

The next time you saw Gerard was the day before he was set to leave. Making sure to exchange photographs before you made love again. Riding them on your childhood bedroom, mumbling about how he was gonna marry you when he got back on leave. Making sure to clutch and kiss every inch of your skin, committing it all to memory. After you both finished and caught your breath, he fetched his sketchbook from this jacket pocket. “Can I draw you?” Nodding, “How do you want me to pose?” Gerard’s eyes narrowed, gears almost visibly turning inside his head. You kind of did it on your own, sitting up and opening your legs for him. They visibly gulped, immediately putting pen to paper.

Watching them intently study you only turned you on, also knowing their alternative motive encouraged your lust. A naked portrait of you to use as their own personal pornography. Smiling, “I bet you’re gonna get some good use outta this!” Gerard blushed, knowing he’d been caught, “I-I’m sorry sugar, I can stop if you want-“ Cutting them off, “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s rather attractive.” Smiling softly, Gerard continued to work, humming to himself while drawing.

his favorite body part of yours is your thighs. everyone always asks ass or tits, but he really has a thing for thighs. he knows they're not inherently lewd, but they just do something to him anyway

he loves groping your thighs when you guys make out, and he loves kissing up them and licking the inside of them before eating you out. he also loves that, since they're not specifically a private body part, he gets to see them all the time thanks to your short uniform.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he doesn't like unprotected sex. he does, but just not on tour; it's too risky for him. he is, however, willing to cum on you. in fact, he loves it.

it turns him on to make you into such a pretty mess. and going back to the thigh thing, he loves fucking your thighs then cumming on them. of course, he always makes sure to clean you up afterwards (whether that be with a paper towel, or his tongue)

he also loves giving you facials. something about the way you open your mouth with your tongue out, so ready for him to release his load into your throat, only for him to paint your face with it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

his sketchbook. oh god. his sketchbook.

he has so many drawings of you in it. you're like a muse to him. there's normal drawings: some of you, some of your costume (back from when he was still designing it), some of you and your drum set, etc.

but the majority of the drawings are really his fantasies about you. all the ways he would fuck you once the tour's done, all the positions he'd put you in, the expressions he'd get out of you...

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

hi guys ik i said whatever tour you want but ill get specific with this

bullets: nothing. virgin. absolute submissive bitch, ready to do all your bidding. you had to guide him the first time, but he's a quick learner, and he's gotten quite better now

revenge: at the beginning of the tour, he was pretty average with his experience. he's had a couple of bodies, but he hasn't really experimented yet, mostly just vanilla stuff. he also focused more on his own pleasure. not out of selfishness, just out of the fact that he wasn't totally great at sex. in the middle/the end of the tour, he's way more experienced. this was mcr's blow up era, so of course he couldn't say no to a few groupies when he finally found popularity. he also learned to pay more attention to his partner, and now he aims for mutual pleasure.

tbp: fucking FREAK. i mean come on this was the same era as the VMA awards. a lot of his sex now has gotten more voyeur-istic, whereas before he'd only do it in extremely secluded/private places. he also now focuses on his partner's pleasure, since he gets so much play that's he's not always chasing after his own orgasm anymore.

danger days: he's a bit more tame now than in his earlier days. he also moves at a slower pace, focusing on precision rather than tempo. he fucks deep, letting you feel every inch of him.

not writing lltbp cause i don't feel comfortable yet writing for current era anybody, since i see a lot abt their families and it feels awkward writing smut abt them with that in mind. obv, not judging anyone who does write current eras!! i just personally can't write it :'<

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

side ways. a bit unconventional, but this requires him holding your leg up, and he loves digging his fingers into your thighs. he also likes when you ride him. he loves the way your thighs clamp around his sides as you cum.

he also likes doggystyle, though that'd be a second or third favorite. he likes the way your ass jiggles when he pounds into you, and he likes fisting your hair and pulling your head up. (or vice versa: he likes pushing your face into the sheets below you)

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

it always starts with unserious flirting, but once you guys get past second base, he's completely focused on the act.

he doesn't mind jokes, he lets out an amused scoff or a small chuckle if you do make one, but he won't chide back purely because he's so focused on fucking you.

H = Hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

you're on a tour, so not super neat. he does try to trim, but it can kind of get a bit overgrown during tours. for the most part, it's kept to a minimum, though not completely shaved.

he has occasionally tried to match his color to his hair, though he soon discovered that it wasn't worth bleaching down there... (but he's also pretty stubborn, which means he's repeated his mistakes a few times)

I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

not super intimate. he sees you more of a sex partner rather than a lover (at least for now), so he's not as loving as he could be. still, he always makes sure you're comfortable during the act.

he loves kissing you when you do it too. he's never kissed you outside of a sexual context, but he gets very passionate when yeh two of your do make out.

he has a habit of whispering sweet nothings in your year. he praises you for how good you feel, how beautiful you look, how perfect you are, etc., but he's never dropped the "love" word

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if you guys have read my other fics, you kinda alr know...

he loved edging himself, he feels like he needs to earn his orgasm.

on tour though, he prefers to have a partner (such as yourself) for quickies (woah foreshadowing) rather than jerking himself off, he also just doesn't have the time to properly touch himself the way he wants to

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

already said this in the last one, but edging. he loves it on himself, but he wouldn't mind doing it on you either.

he also loves teasing. it practically goes hand in hand with edging for him. being horny isn't enough, he needs to be absolutely feral to have the best sexual experience he can

overstimulation is a big one for him as well. he doesn't care who's the one getting overstimulated, he's into it just as much either way

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

locations are quite limited on tour. usually, you guys do it on the tour bus when it's empty, just for the sake of being able to fuck in a bed.

if it's not on the bus, it's in a bathroom or a dark alleyway. unfortunately, this means the two of you will have to be standing. fortunately, this means he can pin you against the wall when he fucks into you.

he also doesn't mind doing it in somewhat public places. if the two of you are at a party, he doesn't give a shit if the music is blaring downstairs and there's people scattered around every hallway. if the two of you are horny, you end up finding an empty room. hopefully your sounds will be drowned out by the chatter outside...

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

he's honestly really easy to arouse. it only takes a soft touch or a subtle look to get him turned on

he especially likes when he sees a lot of you. not in the sense that you're showing a lot of skin, but you're always in the back of the band, stuffed behind your drumset. so, seeing your bull body, without a bunch of cymbals or drums obstructing his view, is like a privilege to him.

he also loves when you dance. he's been trying to do more concerts in collaboration with other bands, so you're occasionally kicked off of the drums and forced onto an auxiliary percussion instrument, like a tambourine, or a cowbell. you find it a bit humiliating, but you don't let it stop you from making the most out of this opportunity to maximize your stage presence.

watching you hop around and interact with other members as you twirl around the stage excites gerard. he loves seeing you so animated and lively, as opposed to you being kept seated behind your drums.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything near a stage or near paparazzi. he's absolutely terrified of getting caught by strangers. the last thing he wants is his dick or your tits on the front page of a magazine.

besides that, he's really up to anything, though he'd always let you offer your ideas before he shares his own

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he likes to give rather than receive. like i said earlier, he occasionally gets insecure about himself, so the thought of you being so close to his dick can be a bit nerve racking at times. when he does receive, he absolutely loves it.

giving: he starts with foreplay, kissing and licking up your thighs first. he likes to leave light hickeys on them, the marks turn him on. when he does get to your cunt, he laps it up. slowly at first, then sloppily. oh this man gets absolutely pussy drunk. he eats it like a dog.

receiving: he unintentionally thrusts into you. he likes to guide your head up and down. instead of cumming in your mouth, he likes to cum on your face. he also loves how you look up at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you try not to gag

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's fast whenever you guys are in a semi-public setting, usually cause you guys are both drunk or high (or both) when you're doing it in an area like that. his thrusts are kinda sloppy as well, but he has a nice dick, so it's not like his sloppiness feels bad

when it's just the two of you in the tour bus, he starts out slow. as he gets closer, he fucks deeper and faster. he also tried to keep going even after he cums, weakly thrusting in and out of you as much as he can before his dick softens.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are practically all you can do when on tour. unfortunately, sometimes neither one of you gets to finish in the short timespan, but it was still nice to get a bit of stimulation for a while.

when you're not in the tour bus, gerard relies on his tongue or fingers. it's easier to get you off that way. you do the same; you end up dropping to your knees wherever the two of you are and sucking him off. that, or a handjob

if not head/fingering/handjobs, the two of you have tried dry humping before. it's a bit awkward to get off using only the friction of your clit against your panties, so gerard is typically the one to cum during this. of course, that means soiling whatever he has on.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

i've already touched on this before, but experimentation is huge for him. you find that it keeps things exciting anyway.

the first risk he took was your guys' first time together. you were both drunk, and without thinking, he kissed you. it kind of snowballed from there...

the most risk he'll take on tour is sneaking in a few grabs at your body backstage. he always does it when the rest of the band isn't paying attention, and you have to stifle your reaction, especially when he touches more sensitive spots. you get him back too, obviously.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

you guys haven't had the chance to go for multiple rounds yet, besides a couple occasions.

thanks to all his edging, he lasts pretty long, but once he cums, his stamina is completely spent. after his first orgasm, it's incredibly easy to pull more out of him.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

he has a whole collection at home, but he brought the bare necessities on tour (of course, he keeps them hidden from everyone... well, except you)

unsurprisingly, he has a vibrator. you kind of expected a fleshlight though. he probably has one at his house. you wouldn't know how to feel if it brought it onto the bus anyway...

surprisingly, he has a butt plug. after a bit of thinking, you realize it suited him. so maybe it's not that surprising. still, you don't know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't that.

since you forgot your own toys, he lets you use his vibrator. he also likes to watch as your masturbate with it, unless he's the one doing it for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

when you have time, he edges you to tears. he loves when you beg for a release. every single time, you act as if he won't give it to you, but the reality is, you're completely in control. he'd let you cum whenever you wanted, he just likes to fuck around with you

his stage antics are intentional as well. all the fan service is not just for the fans, but you too. you've noticed that most of his acts have been done at somewhat of a 3/4 angle, and you've realized it's so you could see what he was doing. you appreciated that he thought of your stage placement and let you in on the bit. (that did however make him more visible to the rest of his band mates, poor mikey...)

V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

he tried to keep his noises to a minimum, since the two of your are never truly alone on tour. but when he's completely sure that there's no one around for the most part, he completely lets go.

he's so whiny. you can tell when he's trying not to act cool, because he attempts to stifle his moans, but they just come out as grunts instead. he pants heavily as well. when he cums, his moans are breathy and drawn out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

PEGGING.

need i say more....

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches. not too crazy, but not small either. (i'm not getting specific with decimals, use your imagination)

maybe a bit over 6 on a good day.

idk if i was born with i dick i could probably describe this better

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

for some reason, he gets way hornier on tours than when he's not on them. maybe it's all the substances and parties, or the constant adrenaline of back-to-back performances, or the ego boost from all the screaming fans... or maybe it's the proximity to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn't. most of your quickies are done between sets. he loads up on caffeine and energy drinks to stay awake for as long as he can. after all, the two of you still have a show later that night.

if it is night when you fuck (or if you're not having a busy day), he falls asleep almost immediately. tours are so exhausting. as glad as he is for the opportunity to have had you, he's craving some rest.