tommy 💋

ugggggghhhhh he’s so fucking sexy it drives me sooooo crazy. i wanna ride him til we’re both crying and totally spent. it would be so hot to be on his lap, feeling his plush thighs and soft, hairy tummy while his cock hits the deepest parts of me… his tattooed hands holding my hips while he bucks up into me….. or even better yet fucking the shit out of him, watching his brows furrow while i yank on his shaggy hair, giving him a sloppy kiss that’s more drool than lips……

like, imagine him being angry at you and telling you to just shut up, obey, and listen like a good fucking dog... #needthat

Alien Gerard who is so fascinated by humans, he’s kept a journal of his “research” the entire time he’s been your roommate. He’s always observing you, asking about how humans digest food, why they go on jogs, what the social pleasantries are—he’s got an endless curiosity for humans and their behaviors.

It’s endearing, how interested he is. He loves going out with you to the grocery store or the park, loudly asking questions about the people you pass (“who decided that canines are the ideal pet rather than squirrels?” “What vitamin do humans get from the sun again?” “Why does that man have hair, but that one doesn’t?”).

You’re patient with him, and he grows very fond of you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re the only one who knows that he’s not of this planet, who only assumes a human form to blend in. You’re the only one who knows his smaller quirks too, like how he eats spaghetti one noodle at a time, or how he loves the taste of artificial banana (“it reminds me of a dish I have back home!”).

One evening, he comes to you as you’re lounging in your bed. His brows are furrowed, and he looks curious.

He asks you about a video he came across on the cellphone you made him buy. The way he describes it is odd (“They’re, like—naked? And it almost looks painful, but I can’t tell if it is or isn’t?”) and you quickly realize he’s found a porno.

You sit up and try to give him the birds and the bees talk, but that only seems to confuse him further, hazel eyes glimmering with curiosity.

“If it’s the mating process, why are they recording it?” he asks. He’s sitting close to you on your bed.

You tell him that many humans have sex for pleasure, and they record it for other humans to watch and make themselves feel good to.

“Like, touching yourself. Between your legs,” you explain, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. “It makes you feel good.”

Gerard seems to be intrigued by this. “Touching yourself between your legs?” he repeats. You nod. For a moment, he’s quiet, pensive. Then, he asks “Can you show me?”

And at this point, you’re already feeling a little hot under the collar, and Gerard just looks so earnest—how could you refuse?

He watches with laser focus as you circle your clit with two fingers, legs spread wide apart.

“It’s… wet,” he says slowly, eyes not moving from your pussy. “Does that happen when you feel good?”

You nod, breathing heavily.

Something about him watching you makes you throb, and it’s all too easy when you sink two fingers into yourself, a soft moan escaping you.

Gerard’s breath hitches visibly. Your eyes dart down and you can tell that he’s affected—there’s a bulge in his pants.

Fuck, you can’t help but imagine him in you, sinking in so slow. You wonder how he’d sound, how he’d react.

He’s so absorbed in the sight of you that he doesn’t acknowledge his erection, if he even notices it at all.

Soft, wet sounds fill the room as you slowly pump two fingers in and out of yourself, and god, you need more. It isn’t enough, especially with him looking at you like that. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“Can I touch you?”

He’s looking straight into your eyes now, gaze earnest and aroused in ways he doesn’t fully understand yet. You’re nodding before you realize it.

His touch is tentative, softly brushing two fingers over your slick folds, catching on your clit in a way that makes you gasp.

His eyes dart up to you in mild alarm. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, as if it’s the most horrifying prospect in the world.

You shake your head quickly, letting out a breathless laugh. “No, no—feels good, Gee. Really good.”

He nods, a more determined look crossing his face, tongue peeking between his lips in concentration as he touches you attentively, paying attention to what makes you gasp and makes those sounds like the ones he heard in that video. His fingers circle your clit, clumsy at first, then more confident.

“Fuck—“ you whine, and you’re desperate to be full, you feel so damn empty. You know he could help you. You know he’d say yes. So you reach down and wrap a hand around his wrist, stilling his movements.

“Do you want to try something else?” You ask in a murmur. Holding your gaze steadily with his big hazel eyes, he nods slowly.

Ten minutes later, you’re riding his cock, which is pressing against your walls in all the right ways. It feels like heaven, the head nailing your sweet spot even time you impale yourself on him.

And Gerard—god, he’s a mess. He’s gasping, shaking hands grasping at your hips, not to guide but to ground himself.

“Mm—ah! Oh my g—is it supposed to feel like this?” He asks, voice breaking and high. He’s staring up at you wide-eyed and flushed, breathing heavily through his whimpers.

You nod, rocking your hips to feel him press deliciously against your walls. “Yeah… feel good?”

He nods frantically, a choked whine escaping his throat. “Don’t… don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

Your thighs flex and your tits bounce as you ride him harder, raising yourself up and dropping yourself down. As Gerard gets closer and closer to orgasm, he babbles more.

“So good—w-wanna feel this all the time, mmf—! Please, more, more, I can’t—I feel—“ His hips have begun to meet your thrusts with unconscious pumps of their own, driven by a pleasure that’s new and intoxicating.

He gasps, eyes going wide, lips parted, trembling. “I-I feel—what is tha-at? Ah, ahnnn, what—?”

You shush him, and he whimpers. “Just let go,” you murmur, voice tight and breathless from pleasure yourself. “Let it take you over. Come on.”

(Oraaaal reader receiving🎀)

Frank got you right under him. His soft, pink lips pressing kisses all over your neck as his rough fingertips dug into your exposed flesh, right above your pants.

His fuzzy jaw tickled you, causing you to huff out a giggle. Already so lost in the feeling of him. His cologne, his hands, the weight of him on top of you. It was maddening.

He smiled against your neck, hands rubbing sooting circles on your skin as he raised his head to look at you. “What’s so funny, princess?” He asked, raising a brow. Smirk ever so prominent on his face.

“Nothing.” You replied, clearly holding back another burst of giggles. He was so cute. Hair disheveled, belly slightly exposed, holding onto you for dear life.

“Hm.. nothing? Is that so, baby?” He replied. His tone was cooing, speaking to you like a puppy. It made your cheeks flush. “Mhm! Nothing..” you replied, your voice dragging out as he started to kiss your neck again, causing the same giggle to fall from your lips.

Frank stopped, and looked at you again. Big hazel eyes staring up at you. “What’s making my girl so giggly, huh?” He asked, a giggly edge to his voice, his fingers now messing with the hem of your pants.

You rolled your eyes playfully, finally granting him an answer. “You didn’t shave. It tickles, y’know.” You smiled down at him, fingers playing with the mattress, waiting for his next move.

Frank raised a brow, one of his hands stroking his jaw, feeling his growing beard. “I see.”

So that’s how you ended up with your legs wide open, Frank devouring you, eating you out like a man starved. Coaxing an orgasm after an orgasm out of you.

You whined loudly, feeling the third one threatening to crash onto you. you were so overstimulated, it almost hurt.

Frank only giggled, fingers digging deep in your hole, curling upwards at every thrust, abusing your G spot. He stopped sucking your clit for a moment, kept fucking your with his tatted fingers as he spoke.

Have you seen the picture of him being tattooed? You can clearly see his tits and it leaves me dripping in my panties every time.

Sucking Frank backstage while he changes for b-stage.

On your knees, making him whine and rut into you. Letting him cum all over your face.

Letting him lick it off and spit it back into your mouth, making you swallow it.

Telling you he’s going to fuck that pussy dumb later.

Fuuuuuuuck.

I wanna be Franks controversially young girlfriend that he fucks every night. Filling me up, trying to breed me and get me pregnant so he can brag to everyone about how he knocked me up.