Fish

Colin had finally asked you out, and honestly, you weren't expecting him to be so…

Submissive.

A movie played on your TV, some bullshit movie about.. a girl who was like, half sushi, or whatever. It was forgotten, anyway. Who could focus on some soft-core porn when you had Colin right in front of you, whining and squirming?

Nobody.

Colin's eyes stared pathetically at you, his eyeliner smudged from his tears from how overstimulated he was. You'd only given him a handy, but he had already cum about 4 times! It was amazing how easily you could pull orgasms from him by just circling the tip with your finger, or tightening your grip around the base.. hell, he'd cum a 5th time just from you making eye contact with him.

It wasn't long until you straddled him and sunk your cunt onto his dick. He was still hard, bucking up into your tightness. Whines and cries left his throat, voice high as he begged for something. “O- oh- please, m- mama-..” He practically sobbed. You'd ask him what he wanted, but all he'd do was throw his head back and moan even more.

Seems like even he didn't know.

At some point, Colin was close to cumming for a sixth time, bucking up into you like nothing else mattered. Instead of letting him have the release, you paused, watching as Colin cried out for you. “N- no, please-! I- I've been a g- good boy, promise-!!” He whined as he tried to rub his dick against your G-spot, eyes rolling back a bit due to the denied orgasm. Tears streaked eyeliner down his cheeks, his painted nails digging into the skin of your hips.

“Beg for it.” You giggled, pressing a finger to Colin's chest. He sobbed again before he started to beg again, whining your name over and over again. You let him repeat his same begging over and over again until you felt satisfied, and you finally let him control your hips. Colin gripped them so hard that they'd bruise in no-time, guiding you up and down on him, tears still dripping down his face as he got close again.

The stimulation on your G-spot eventually had you getting close as well, your cunt tightening around his cock. The sudden tightness had Colin cumming, his eyes rolling back as his head lolled to the side. The sensation of his release tipped you over the edge, pushing your face into his neck as you finished.

The two of you panted for a long while before Colin pulled you off of himself, pulling up your panties and ripping up his pants. You leaned against him as you finished the movie, even if you had no context for a good half-hour of it.

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Your boyfriend bit hard into your neck, practically growling at the taste of your skin. Salty, a bit sweet, the smell of sweat filling his nose before he could even process the taste of iron on his tongue. You moaned out, clearly enjoying the roughness he gave to you, your grip on his shoulders tightening as he pulled away from your skin.

The wound wasn't large, just a bit of blood dribbled from a mark.. Nothing a band-aid wouldn't fix.

But goodness gracious, did it get your boyfriend excited.

You felt him rut up into nothing but the back of your hips, desperately trying to get friction despite his earlier release. You couldn't help but giggle at him, watching his puppy eyes dart up to you. He whined softly at your ridicule, but just before you could apologize, he was already grinding you onto his thigh. You couldn't help but let out a yelp, surprised at the sudden friction, but you rolled with it.

As long as he was having fun.

As the friction got harder and harder to ignore, you let out a soft huff and buried your face into his shoulder. Your poor boyfriend was just humping the air at this point, squeezing his thighs together as hard as he could while you panted into his ear. It wasn't long before he, as well, was whining absolute nonsense into your ear.

His whines eventually had you cumming, a small gush that had your fluids dripping down his thigh. Your boyfriend tightened his grip on your hips before he adjusted the position again.

He hooked a leg over yours and tugged you closer to press his cunt right up against yours, already overstimulated. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could watch his face as he rubbed his clit against yours, soft little whines leaving him. You were just so warm, he couldn't stop…

Neither of you lasted more than five minutes. Your boyfriend let out a loud moan as he came once more, with you quickly following after him. You could only pray that nobody heard you two.

Both of you just sat there and panted for a moment, taking a minute to just recover from the intensity.

You made the first move. You moved slowly, gently pulling away from him. You knelt down and lapped up the mess from the inside of his thighs, then pulled his boxers up for him. Your boyfriend muttered a thank you as he watched you pull your own underwear up, then crashed next to him in bed.

Your hands slithered together, soft “I love you's” exchanged in the silence of the room. You fell asleep first, surrounded by the smell and warmth of your boyfriend.

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You promised it would have been a normal night, just hanging out with your boyfriend to watch a movie together and cuddle.

… but, that plan was completely forgotten about when you started pulling cries from your boyfriend. You two hadn't even gotten halfway through the movie before his pants were off. Your head remained between his thighs, licking at his clit while your fingers curled up into his G-spot. Your boyfriend was just sobbing at this point, his hips bucking up into your nose.

You flicked your tongue over his clit over and over again, your fingers pumping in and out. Your boyfriend above you whined and cried, pulling and tugging at your hair and pressing your face harder and harder into him. You couldn't breathe, but you couldn't be happier to be strangled.

“Oh-.. sh- shit-!” He whimpers, his thighs closing around your head. You were feeling light headed at this point, but you just couldn't pull away. Not with his eyes rolling back so far.. or with his hand pushing you down. But you were into it. The next series of noise was your boyfriend grunting and groaning, accompanied by grunts of your own. He was pulling your hair hard. You felt your own thighs clench from it.

You never thought you'd cum untouched, but you felt like you might for the first time. But that was besides the point.

All you could look at was your boyfriend. Covered in bites, marks, hickies, and sweat.. God, he looked a mess. You loved it. Your sweet boyfriend was dumbed down into an overstimulated, whimpering mess. He was squirming and muttering jumbled messes as he experienced the after-glow of his orgasm, panting like a dog.

You eventually had to pull back for some gasps for air of your own, pulling your fingers out from his dripping hole. You sucked them clean, pulling yet another whine from him. You let out a sigh, then sat up.

“I love you…” You muttered, soft and sweet. You nearly headbutted him as he suddenly sat up, his fingers undoing your belt as he bit down hard into your skin.

You could tell this would be a long, long night.

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You should have been excited. You were seeing your favorite band live, after all. But, let's start the story from the beginning..

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“C'mon, dude! We're gonna be late!” Your friend shouted. You were pulling your shoes on, your hands too excited to properly tie them. “I'm coming!” You yelled back as you grabbed your bag, taking one last look at yourself before you went out the door.

You wanted to look your best tonight. Tonight was only the night, after all! You'd snagged some tickets for My Chemical Romance for you and your friend, the two of you overjoyed to have a chance to see your beloved celebrity crush(es).

If only you hadn't immediately lost them whenever you two got into the crowd. You tried to call, but their phone was dead. Whatever, you'll try again later.. You'll just enjoy the show instead.

The music was loud, the crowd was so damn active, you couldn't have asked for anything more. You were happy like this. And to make it better, the band members just looked angelic up there.. Especially Gerard Way, the lead singer..

He was definitely quite the looker. Platinum hair, practically white, worked nicely with his pale skin. The parade uniform he wore was completely black, he would've blended into the shadows if he wasn't practically glowing. His hazel eyes were the prettiest, and it felt like he was staring directly at you- was he? Were you being delusional?

You screamed out his name, just to make sure. He smirked, then tore his eyes away. You were heavily disappointed, but at least he saw you, right? Right?

Maybe.

The show ended with a clash of symbols and cheering, and you eventually had to make your way out of the crowd. As you came to the parking lot, you found it empty. You opened your phone in a panic, and found a voicemail from your friend. You opened it, holding the phone to your ear.

“Hey, [reader]! I, uh.. I left early because there was some creep, and I couldn't find you.. Call me if you need me to pick you up, bye!”

You sighed. Loud. Heavy. You were about to call your friend back before you heard footsteps approaching. Carried by adrenaline, you spun around, expecting a stranger.. But you were met with Gerard. Still in his stage costume, still smirking at you.

“Need a lift, sugar?” He asked, New Jersey accent thick. You stared at him for a moment before you slowly shook your head. “Uhm.. no, my friend is coming to pick me up..” You replied. Gerard tilted his head a bit, cocking a brow.

“How are you gonna do that without a phone?” He asked, and you looked down to where your phone just was. It was gone. It didn't make sense, it was just in your hand. “I.. I just had it..” You muttered, mostly to yourself.

“It's alright, dove.. Just come with me, we can call you a cab and keep you nice n’ safe while you wait..” Gerard spoke so softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. You don't know why, but you found yourself nodding. Agreeing to something you would call yourself insane for later…

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The bus was cold. Personal belongings were scattered everywhere, but it felt.. empty. No sign of any of the other band members, just their stuff. Not even Bob was there. Gerard sat you down on one of the bunks, and it just seemed odd. How had he known you were there, in the parking lot, alone? Where did your phone go? Why did he bring you to the bus? Why wasn't he calling you a taxi?.. Your questions remained unanswered while you watched Gerard take off his jacket and shoes.

For a moment, you relaxed. It was short-lived. Before you knew it, you got pounced on, the man you once looked up to grabbing your wrists to pin you down. You tried to squirm, yelling and throwing yourself around. Gerard only shushed you gently, caressing your cheek, softly clicking his tongue. It wasn't until you tired yourself out that you saw who the man really was.

He looked deranged. Eyes, once hazel, now a dark red color. His pupils were blown wide with what seemed like pure hunger. You let out a soft cry when his grip tightened around your wrists, one hand leaving to continue to touch you. It was gentle, and you would've enjoyed it if you hadn't seen his fangs.

Long, sharp, and peeking out from his upper lip. It made you panic.

—

“Please don't kill me..” You begged, your voice already broken. Gerard stared at you for what felt like hours, then shushed you again. “Shh, sugar.. Just focus on the moment..” He chuckled. Dark. He leaned in close to your neck, tonguing at it for a while. Soft kitten licks, a few gentle kisses, and then he found your pulse point. You heard his breath hitch, his drool pooling across your shoulder. He didn't bite yet, but you could tell he was thinking about it.

You didn't know if you were scared or turned on at this point. All you knew was Gerard's hands trailing down your body, just like they had in every fantasy of yours.

You couldn't help but let out a small moan. Not loud, not long, but it got Gerard's attention. “Oh?” He mocked. “You like that?” He asked, palming at your crotch. He laughed as you let out another moan, already worked up from Gerard's mouth on your neck. “You're so perverted..” The word fell from his mouth like a slur, almost. “It's gross..” But his voice dripped with such a sweet tone, you found yourself melting into him.

You regretted it almost immediately.

— IT GETS GRAPHIC HERE!!

You didn't think this was how it would go. Gerard, once mocking and throwing insults, now whispered pathetic “I love you"s into your ear, his fangs grazing your neck. He had you in doggy style, arms pinned behind your back, face shoved against his bunk. He hadn't even bothered to close the curtain.

And to think he called you gross…

The weirdest part was that he'd stripped you, just to grind against your bare ass. He rutted into it again and again, smearing his precum all over your back. It was sticky and disgustingly warm, you couldn't wait to wipe it off.

Suddenly, you felt Gerard pull back. You whined and looked over your shoulder to him, finding himself lubing himself with a mix of something red (blood?) and spit, fisting his cock. He was just.. watching you. Watching your desperate hole clench around nothing. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the tension between them.

You watched his face twist up before he shoved your face into the mattress. You barely had any time to react before he slammed into you with just one thrust, hard and fast. You let out a moan into the mattress as he just.. sat there for a second, just to enjoy your tightness.

It wasn't until he felt you still that he let you up, taking in a big breath of air. He began to move, pressing his chest against your back and pinning your arms again. It was slow, agonizingly so. But you weren't focused on that.

Instead, you were worried about when the rest of the band would come back. What if they saw you like this? What if Gerard didn't stop? Or worse- What if they heard you before they saw you?

The thought made you close your mouth. Just whining and moaning as you took Gerard's dick, his fangs sunk just barely into your neck. It stung painfully, but his cock just hit your sweet spot so well, it created a mixture of pain and pleasure that evened each other out.

— AFTERCARE (?)

It felt like ages before Gerard was finished with you. You had lost count on how many times you came, but whatever it was, it was enough. You were shaking, barely able to move, when Gerard pulled out. He watched his cum seep from your hole, satisfied. That was when you heard the bus door open.

“Goddamnit, Gerard.. We told you not to play with your food, man.” Frank sighed.

Uh oh.

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