Oops All Smut!

illi likes her punishments, always until her ass is red raw

the sort of pervy things you find illi reading while jerking off

how illi has you before you confess.. if only you knew that she knows what you do after dark

illi is into some fucked up shit! ofcourse she is, you know that, but this? you never thought of this

gunplay with dom!illi…

teasing illi through her panties

The late afternoon sun bled beautiful hues of golden yellow and orange across the sky.

You hammered the final stake into the dirt, the tent now being safe from blowing away. The air was crisp, sharp even- it smelt of heavy pine needles, dirt, and little wood chips across the campsite.

Mikey was stuck at home, he was working on his finals, leaving you and Gerard. You were both around halfway through gap year- leaving you and him free for anything. This left you guys at the mercy of your mothers fantastic reunion.

You and Gerard were once inseparable, but the years pulled you both into separate orbits, separate friends, different places, and a strained relationship.

Although your relationship had changed, the distance felt fragile. You were both there like old times, being brought back together- and forced to be together.

Because Mikey wasn’t there, you and Gerard had to share a tent.

 Normally there would be three separate tents.

One for the moms,

One for you,

And one for Gerard and Mikey.

But of course your mom decided that you ‘don't deserve privacy.

The first thing you did when the tent was finished being set up, you shot in there- claiming your side of the tent. Then you basically ripped off your roadtrip clothes- slipping into your one piece swimsuit you still had from sophomore year.

It was tighter now, hugging the curves that weren’t there when you were in highschool. 

You stepped out into the melting daylight, your towel slung over your shoulder. Gerard’s looked up at you from the stump he was hunched on. He was frozen, his eyes swept over your figure, then rapidly back up to your face. A fierce crimson coated his neck and lower cheeks, as his Adam’s apple bobbed uncomfortably.

“C-can I come?” He asked, his voice cracking unnoticeably. 

“Obviously dork.” You replied, a teasing undertone.

The trek down to the water was quiet. The path  barely being illuminated by the now orangish red sky. You paused when the lake was in view. The scene was cinematic- the sky glinted and glittered against the murky water. The color looked less olive in the dusk. 

Jesus Christ you could have stood there for hours, counting each individual color that the water glimmered at you.

That’s when Gerard looked at you with a devilish grin, you immediately knew what he was thinking. 

In a split second, you and Gerard were rocketing down the trail, your bare feet sticking to the wood chips. When you both made it to the dock, you continued- quickly interlocking your arms and pulling your knees to chest. You both launched off the end of the dock in cannon balls. A giant wave splashing the end of the dock.

When you both came up for air, you continued to choke on your own laughter. 

…

An hour later, you were shivering and laughing over the crackling campfire. Your hair had dried- now all crispy- your towel was hanging loosely off your shoulders. 

You silently excused yourself to change into your dry clothes. Your mom was pretty tipsy, in deep gossip with Gerard’s mom. They paid no attention to you when you slipped into the dark tent. 

Your damp swimsuit was stubborn- clinging onto your skin. You had just managed to peel it off of your body, and slip clumsily into a clean pair of panties- when you heard the tent zipper rip open at a violent speed.

“I’m changing!” You shouted, your voice echoing in the confined space.

It was too late.

Gerard’s head poked through the flap.

The color drained from his face, before rushing back in a violent shade of purple. His eyes didn’t just land on you, they locked. Tracking every bare expanse of your skin. His eyes traced the curve of your hip, and the absolute lack of coverage. 

For a fraction of a second, he didn’t move. Then, all at once it did. He ripped his gaze from you, his jaw dropping as he fell back onto the grass outside the tent. The soft sound of punk rock flooding from his dropped headphones.

“Oh my god- I- I’m so soo sorry!-!” His voice was strained.

Furious, and embarrassed, you threw on your hoodie, and a soft pair of sweatpants and a rapid speed. You unzipped the flap once again, and stood over him, arms crossed.

“Did you seriously not hear me yell that I was changing?” You yelled, your eyes trained on his flustered face.

Gerard was flat on his back, his knees bent, and hands splayed on either of his sides. His eyes were wide and terrified(?). 

“I-I didn’t hear you, I swear- m- my volume was up!” His hand reached toward his headphones. “ I’m sorry- I - I swear it was n'accident!” His hands reached up, palms facing you in surrender.

…

The warmth of the campfire couldn't thaw the freezing awkwardness that settled over the rest of the evening. 

You moved your camp chair to the absolute opposite side of the pit, creating a deliberate barrier of smoke and snapping embers between yourself and Gerard. 

You refused to look at him directly, keeping your focus on the glowing coals, only tracking him through the very edge of your peripheral vision.

He wasn't handling it any better. 

Every time you accidentally shifted your gaze too far to the left, his eyes would instantly dart away. His face would flush a bright, unmistakable pink, and his right boot would start tapping a frantic rhythm against the dirt.

The shift in energy was loud enough to wake the dead. 

Your mom paused mid-sentence, looking between the two of you with a raised eyebrow, while Gerard's mom set her beer down.

"What are you two dorks worked up about?" she asked, inspecting Gerard's burning ears. 

"Did you guys seriously get into a fight already?"

“I’m jus’ tired…” you stated simply, now standing. leaning down, you gave both the moms a quick hug and a peck on the cheek as a goodnight.

 You didn't look at Gerard as you walked past him, heading straight for the shared tent to escape from drowning in the tension.

Sleep hit you like a brick. Bundled tightly inside your sleeping bag, curled on your side, as the exhaustion of the day took over. The tent was silent except for the rhythmic, faint whistle of your nose as you drifted into a deep slumber.

-

It was hours later when the zipper moved.

Gerard entered with agonizing slowness, trying to be a ghost, but the shifting of the tent floor woke you instantly.

The fire outside had died down into gray ash. And the only light source was the faint, pulsating neon green of fireflies blinking right outside the thin nylon mesh, casting rapid shadows across the small space.

Your eyes peeled open, heavy with sleep. You didn't move a muscle, watching through the gloom as Gerard sat on his sleeping bag and began untying his heavy leather boots. 

He dropped them with a soft thud. 

Then, his hands went to his waist.

 He unbuckled his jeans, the metallic clink sounding like a gunshot in the quiet night, and pushed them down around his ankles.

Your breath hitched. Your chest locked up, your breathing turning high-pitched and shallow as your eyes involuntarily dropped lower. 

Against the faint exterior light, the distinct, prominent silhouette of his cock was visible through his boxers.

Before you could look away, Gerard froze, and he turned his head.

In the dark, he couldn't see your face, but he could see the unmistakable, glossy glimmer of your wide-open eyes staring directly at his lap.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

Gerard stood entirely still for three agonizing seconds, the outline of his arousal plain as day between you. 

Suddenly, he snapped out of it. He spun around, his back to you, and frantically snatched up his pajama pants, shoving his legs through them with clumsy haste.

He scrambled into his sleeping bag, pulling the zipper all the way up to his chin in one ragged motion.

"Goodnight," he whispered. 

His voice wasn't the stuttering pitch from earlier; it was a quiet, low, gravelly grumble that vibrated in the small tent.

You didn't answer. 

You couldn't.

 You lay perfectly still in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs, entirely consumed by the terrifying, dizzying realization of just how turned on you were by the boy who was supposed to be your brother.

Fuck.

…

The next morning was bright and clear. The morning dew glittering off of the blades of grass.

By ten o'clock, you were sitting with the moms, drinking coffee by the crackling remains of the morning fire, feeling surprisingly chipper. 

The heavy, localized storm of tension from the night before seemed to have evaporated into the fresh spring air, leaving you talkative as you animatedly recounted a bizarre, vivid dream you'd had to an amused audience.

Gerard, true to form, didn't make an appearance until closer to lunchtime. He was a creature of the dark, always sleeping in late enough to miss the early morning chill. 

When the tent flap finally rustled, he essentially crawled out into the bright daylight, blinking like a dazed nocturnal animal as he made his way toward the main camp area.

Stopping a few feet away, he rubbed the heavy sleep from his eyes, his gaze locking instantly onto yours. 

His dark hair was a completely disheveled, chaotic bird's nest. He hadn't bothered to change; his soft flannel pajama pants hung low and loose on his hips, exposing the pale skin of his waist. A brief, charged look passed between you- a silent acknowledgment of the dark shadows from the night before-before he pulled his eyes away.

After that, the day blurred into a fast, uneven rhythm. 

You spent most of your time helping the adults with camp chores and firewood collection, while Gerard vanished entirely. 

The moms figured they had sent him out deep into the brush to find solid, thick fire starters, but as the hours ticked by without a sign of him, no one thought much of it. 

He was a wanderer.

 You had a nagging, unprompted feeling that he might have even been sneaking back into the shared tent, quietly digging through your things while the camp was empty, but you couldn't prove it.

By late afternoon, the moms dropped a bombshell. They decided the lakeside spot was too much trouble to maintain and declared that everyone would be packing up and relocating further inland by dawn tomorrow.

You were crushed. You loved being set up directly next to the water and immediately protested, trying to argue for the peace of the lake. But it was a losing battle against the real adults.

 Defeated, you decided you weren't going to let your remaining time go to waste. If tomorrow was your last day by the water, you were going to make the most of tonight.

At 10:00 PM, the camp was dead silent. Knowing your mom would absolutely forbid swimming alone in the pitch black, you waited until her steady, deep breathing signaled she was fast asleep before slipping out of the tent in your swimsuit.

The lake was an inkwell, cold and completely still. You swam out for quite a while, the chill of the water shocking your skin until your body went comfortably numb.

 Eventually, you stopped paddling, letting yourself simply float on the upper layer of the water, staring up at the blanket of stars.

The absolute silence broke when a tiny, fiery orange ember caught your eye. It was floating in the dark, hovering right above the end of the wooden dock.

You blinked the water from your eyes, treading softly. Gerard was standing at the edge of the platform, looking straight down at you through the gloom. A rolled joint was clamped between his fingers, the tip glowing angrily in the dark as he took a slow drag and blew out lazy, swirling halos of sweet smoke.

“Hey—where have you been all day?” you asked, your voice cutting lightheartedly through the quiet night air.

“Nowhere,” he said simply. His voice was casual, but there was a distinct, low drag to it.

It was completely dark out now. Without the fire, you could only see the sharp, faint outline of his frame standing tall above you against the night sky. You didn't even realize how hard your neck was craned backward until he spoke again, his eyes tracking your movements as you drifted closer to the edge of the dock, just staring up at him.

“How long have you been out here?” he asked softly.

He exhaled another thick cloud of smoke through his nostrils. The fragrance drifted downward, blending into the damp night air. Inhaling the faint, earthy scent made you feel a wave of overlaying euphoria, your head spinning just a little.

Underneath the water, your body felt electric. You were intensely glad that this trip hadn't landed on your period, but the alternative was proving to be a dangerous game: you were stuck here ovulating. And god, with the way the cool water swept over your bare skin, the primal, aching awareness of it was only becoming more and more noticeable.

Gerard lazily moved to the edge of the platform and sat down. He unlaced his heavy boots, pulling them off before dangling his bare feet over the side, letting them plunge into the water right near your shoulders.

“Did you watch me change last night?”

The question sliced through the quiet air like a razor blade.

“Wha—No!” you shouted, your voice jumping an octave, betraying your panic. You splashed slightly to keep yourself upright, your face burning despite the cold water. “I should be asking you! What exactly did you see when I was changing yesterday?” you added, throwing the defensive shield back up.

The silence stretched out, thick and heavy, as the two of you just gazed at each other. He was clearly high, his dark eyes half-lidded and distant, his posture slumped into a lazy, unbothered curve. The anger of your question seemed to wash right over him.

“You are seriously gorgeous, Y/N,” he whispered. His voice sounded soft, almost bubbly with a private, hazy adoration.

You froze, the water lapping against your chin as you just kept staring at him.

He was so fucking hot.

The sharp, perfect slope of his nose caught the amber light of the joint every time he took a breath. His eyelashes were long, dark, and wispy, casting heavy curtains over his beautiful eyes. And his lips—his soft lips were the perfect, bruised shade of pink in the dark, parting slightly to reveal the little snaggle teeth that poked through as he offered a slow, wicked smile. God, fuck.

“What?” he grinned, tilting his head. A few strands of disheveled dark hair fell into his face, an effortlessly flirtatious gesture that made your chest tighten.

“Nothing,” you bit your lower lip, dipping slightly lower into the safety of the water.

His pupils were blown completely wide, swallowing the irises whole as he stared down at you. Another long, torturous pause hung over the lake.

“Does—does this—” Gerard paused, lifting a hand to point his index finger back and forth in a small circle between the two of you. “Does this… us… feel different to you?” he softly questioned, the haze dropping for a fraction of a second to reveal a raw, vulnerable curiosity.

“Yes,” you admitted halfheartedly, the truth slipping out before you could stop it. You swam an inch closer, resting your forearms against the wet, splintered wood of the dock near his ankles. “What happens? What will we do?” you asked helplessly, looking up into his face.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice dropping to a low, quiet murmur. He ripped his eyes away from yours, looking down at the dark ripples where the lake surrounded his ankles. “We really shouldn’t act on it…”

The night went entirely quiet after that, the finality of his words sinking into the dark water around you.

The next morning was a blur of aggressive packing. The moms were in high gear, barking orders about bungee cords and heavy coolers.

You kept your head down, methodically folding blankets inside the tent while Gerard pulled the metal stakes from the dirt outside.

That was when you noticed it.

Your duffel bag, which you had distinctly remembered zipping completely shut before heading to the lake last night, was sitting open. 

The fabric was pulled back, and right on top- resting against your sweaters was a pair of your lace underwear. It had been buried at the very bottom of the bag. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t need to guess who did it. A cold wave of shock washed over you, followed immediately by a heavy, confusing heat that pooled low in your stomach. 

Instead of running out of the tent and screaming, a strange, suffocating silence took over. You slowly zipped the bag shut, your heart pumping thick against your ribs. 

You chose to stay quiet. 

You didn’t say a word as you carried the bag outside, but the secret burned a hole in your chest.

The breaking point arrived an hour later.

To speed up the relocation, the moms sent the two of you ahead in Gerard’s beat-up truck to haul the first massive load of gear to the new inland campsite.

 The cab of the truck was a claustrophobic cage. The air was thick with the scent of old pine tree air fresheners, damp earth, and an unbearable, unsaid tension.

Gerard drove with both hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the winding, deserted dirt road. But he wasn't looking at the road. Every couple of seconds, his gaze would drop, helplessly tracking the bare skin of your legs where your shorts rode up your thighs.

He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. His breathing was shallow, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle began to spasm in his cheek.

It was exhausting. The blushing, the god- awful stuttering, the invasion of your privacy, and now? this pathetic, lingering staring. 

You snapped.

You reached out, violently slamming your hand against the radio dial, cutting off the rigid punk rock music into dead silence.

"Pull over," you demanded. Your voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp enough to slice through the air.

Gerard flinched, his eyes darting to yours in pure panic. "W-what? We're supposed to get to the—"

"Pull the truck over, Gerard. Right now."

Scared by the venom in your tone, he yanked the wheel to the right. The truck kicked up dusty gravel as it skidded to a halt on the side of the deserted, heavily wooded road. The engine idled with a low, rumbling vibration.

"What's wrong? Are you- "

"Are you seriously going to keep pretending?" you interrupted, turning fully in your seat to face him. Your hands gripped the edge of the center console. 

"You've been acting like a complete freak since yesterday. You look at me like you're starving, you panic every time I look back, and you stand on the dock telling me we 'shouldn't act on it' like you're making some big, noble sacrifice."

Gerard's face instantly went from pale to a dark, suffocating crimson. He swallowed hard, staring at the steering wheel. "I- jus’- please, just let it go-"

"I found my bag, Gerard," you dropped the hammer, your voice lowering into a dangerous register. 

"I know you went through my stuff while I was out of the tent yesterday. You moved my underwear."

The silence that followed was absolute. 

Gerard had froze up completely, his entire body locking up as if he had just been struck by lightning. The color drained from his face entirely, leaving him looking sickly and undone.

"I-I didn't, I swear i-" he stammered, his voice cracking violently. 

He couldn't even form a coherent sentence. He looked so incredibly small in the driver's seat, his hands trembling against the steering wheel.

Instead of the normal triumph and pity, a hot wave of frustration and anger washed over you. Your chest tightened and your eyes blurred with burning tears. There was a tang of embarrassment from him digging in your personal items, but there was also a pull that you were feeling from it. You both were magnets. 

“Stop lying,” You started- trying to push the emotion down.

“Do you seriously think your the only one losing your mind over this? You drive me insane, Gerard. The way you look at me- I can’t- we aren’t supposed to feel this way, We are basically family!” Your voice was loud, and high pitched.

Gerard turned his head toward you. His dark eyes glossed over, and pupils blown. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

He opened his mouth to say something different, but before any noise came out, your lips slammed into his. Your eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as you began to move your mouth against his. He let out a choked whimper at the sudden contact.

His hands found your shoulders, and gently pushed you back into your seat. You stared at his eyes, then the way his hair was shoveled to the side, and stuck to his forehead from the heat.

His eyes stayed on your lips, plump and wet from the feverish kiss.

Slowly, you unbuckled your seatbelt- and you slid over the center console, straddling Gerard’s thick thighs. 

Gerard lightly gasped, his eyes tracking the way your pelvis ground into his. His hands flew up, pausing before he let them sit carelessly on your sides. 

“A- all I wa- wanted was- i-“ Gerard stuttered.

You cut him off. “All you wanted was what?” Your voice was condescending. 

“Show me…” your voice changed dramatically, becoming more velvety and sultry. You pushed your hips down against his again, another whimper escaping his lips. Your head moved closer to his again, your lips grazing the shell of his ear, while your hands trailed up his body, landing in his hair.

You tugged at the soft strands: “show me, Gerard.”

With that, his hips bucked up into yours- his hands sliding down to your hips to put more pressure on his groin. He grunted uselessly, his eyes screwing shut as he began to use you. 

Your fingers were still tangling in his hair, and your lips found his neck, nipping at his pulse point- and leaving dark purple circles all over.

He continued to grind into your clothed core- little grunts and whimpers kept leaving his mouth.

The grinding slowed, your hips rolling against his with deliberate pressure, drawing it out until Gerard's hands clawed at your hips, trying to push you faster, harder.

"Nuh-uh," you murmured against his throat, your teeth grazing his pulse point. "I said show me, baby."

A frustrated sound caught in his chest. His eyes were screwed shut, his jaw tight, his cock straining against his jeans so hard it had to be painful. He thrust up again, desperate, but you lifted your hips just enough to deny him the friction he was chasing.

His head fell back against the headrest with a thud. "Please," he breathed, the word broken. 

"Please, y/n." He said your name with devastation.

"Show me how much you want it."

His hands shook as they fumbled with his belt. The metal clinked and clattered, his movements frantic and clumsy, and you had to bite back a smile as you watched. He got his jeans undone, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and slick at the tip- hitting his abdomen with an obscene slap.

You didn't move to touch him. You just sat there, watching, your hips hovering just above his.

"Fuck," he rasped, his hand wrapping around himself, pumping once, twice. "Fuck, look at you."

Your tank top was still on, your jeans still buttoned, and the sight of you fully clothed and perched on top of him like he was your throne had him leaking against his own fingers.

You reached down, your fingers circling his wrist, stopping him. "Not yet, Gerard."

You pulled your tank top over your head, unhooked your bra, and let it fall. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes fixed on your tits, his mouth falling open. You took his hand and guided it to your chest, letting him feel the weight of you in his palm.

"Feel me, Gerard."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands were on you, calloused and rough, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked, until you were arching into his touch. His hips bucked up again, his cock sliding against the soaked seam of your jeans, and you let him- let him rut against you like a desperate school boy.

"Take these off," he begged, tugging at your waistband. "Please, baby. Please."

You held his gaze as you unbuttoned your jeans, as you lifted your hips and shimmied them down your thighs. Your panties followed, dark and soaked, and when you settled back on top of him, skin to skin, his cock pressed hot and urgent against your bare stomach.

He squirmed.

You reached between your bodies, your fingers wrapping around his length, guiding the head to your entrance. You dragged it through your slick folds, teasing both of you, watching his face twist with pleasure and desperation.

"Eyes up here," you demanded softly.

His eyes rolled up to yours. He was looking up at you, his face tilted down slightly so he was looking at you through his eyelashes.

You sank down.

The sound he made- a strangled, broken moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

It was worth everything.

His hands flew back down to your hips, his grip bruising as you took him inch by inch, your walls stretching around him, your breath hitching at the fullness.

When you were seated completely, you paused, feeling each and every inch of his length.

"Fuck," he breathed out, his head lolling back. 

"Fuck, no- no i- I can’t y/n"

"Shh." You leaned forward, your lips brushing his. 

"I know, baby. I know, I've got you."

You started to move.

Slow at first, a heavy roll of your hips that had his nails digging into your skin, and his mouth falling open in a silent cry. You set the pace, rising and falling, taking him deep and pulling back until just the tip remained, then sinking down again.

The car windows fogged. His hands roamed your body- your tits, your waist, your ass- he was gripping and releasing like he couldn't decide where to settle.

"H-harder," he gasped. "Plea- please go harder-"

You planted your hands on his chest, your nails raking down his skin as you rode him, fast and deep, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the enclosed space. His hips bucked up to meet yours, meeting you thrust for thrust, his control completely shattered.

"Yes," you sighed, feeling him twitch inside you. "That's it."

His hand found your clit, his thumb pressing tight speedy circles, as you cried out, your rhythm faltering as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your tummy.

"Come on," he urged, his voice rough, wrecked. "Cum for me, sweetheart. I'm right there- I feel you,"

Your orgasm hit you, wave after wave pulling you under. Your walls squeezed around him, pulsing, and Gerard followed with a broken cry, his release flooding you, his body shuddering beneath yours as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

You collapsed against his chest, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck, both of you breathing hard. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his lips pressing soft, lazy kisses to your hair.

Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breaths and the faint hum of the forest surrounding the both of you.

…

When the truck finally pulled into the clearing of the campsite, you were surprised to see that most of the work was already done. The fire pit was prepped, and the two tents were already pitched beneath the pine trees.

Your mothers were sitting on a fallen log near the edge of the site, sharing a thermos and looking relaxed.

"There you are!" your mom called out, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. 

"We thought maybe the old truck had finally given up the ghost on those mountain passes."

"It... it had a bit of trouble," Gerard stammered, climbing out of the cab, and heading to the back to unload the remaining crates. 

"We had to pull over for a while."

Gerard’s mom exchanged a look with your mother, a look that was a little too knowing, a little too satisfied.

"Well, it’s a good thing we got a head start on the camp, then," she said, her tone light and airy. 

"Since it took so much longer than expected, we decided to simplify things. We’re heading into the village to grab some real food for dinner. We'll be back late."

A strange feeling prickled at the back of your neck. You watched them walk toward the other car, waving over their shoulders. 

As soon as their taillights disappeared down the dirt road, you turned toward the main tent to drop off your duffel bag.

Stepping inside, you realized why they had been so eager to "simplify?"

The tent was much smaller than the one you’d used previously. Inside, the two individual sleeping bags hadn't just been laid out- they had been zipped together into one large, shared bed. Resting on the center of the pillows was a small envelope.

Gerard stepped in behind you, pausing as he saw the layout. "Wait, did they...?" He said, trailing off..

You opened the envelope. Inside was a note in familiar, loopy handwriting.

———

The forest is much quieter at night than the lake. We figured you two might appreciate a little extra warmth. See you in the morning. P.S. We left some 'supplies' in the side pocket.

——— You looked at Gerard, and then at the side pocket of the tent, which held a travel-sized bottle of massage oil and a small box of chocolates.

"I think," you whispered, a laugh finally bubbling up in your chest, "that our moms have been planning this camping trip for a very different reason than hiking."

Gerard looked at the note, then at the shared bed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. The embarrassment faded, replaced by relief that the ‘secret’ was out.

"Well…" he said, stepping closer and taking your hand. 

"It seems like they finally got tired of waiting for us to figure it out ourselves."

The late afternoon sun bled beautiful hues of golden yellow and orange across the sky.

You hammered the final stake into the dirt, the tent now being safe from blowing away. The air was crisp, sharp even- it smelt of heavy pine needles, dirt, and little wood chips across the campsite.

Mikey was stuck at home, he was working on his finals, leaving you and Gerard. You were both around halfway through gap year- leaving you and him free for anything. This left you guys at the mercy of your mothers fantastic reunion.

You and Gerard were once inseparable, but the years pulled you both into separate orbits, separate friends, different places, and a strained relationship.

Although your relationship had changed, the distance felt fragile. You were both there like old times, being brought back together- and forced to be together.

Because Mikey wasn’t there, you and Gerard had to share a tent.

 Normally there would be three separate tents.

One for the moms,

One for you,

And one for Gerard and Mikey.

But of course your mom decided that you ‘don't deserve privacy.

The first thing you did when the tent was finished being set up, you shot in there- claiming your side of the tent. Then you basically ripped off your roadtrip clothes- slipping into your one piece swimsuit you still had from sophomore year.

It was tighter now, hugging the curves that weren’t there when you were in highschool. 

You stepped out into the melting daylight, your towel slung over your shoulder. Gerard’s looked up at you from the stump he was hunched on. He was frozen, his eyes swept over your figure, then rapidly back up to your face. A fierce crimson coated his neck and lower cheeks, as his Adam’s apple bobbed uncomfortably.

“C-can I come?” He asked, his voice cracking unnoticeably. 

“Obviously dork.” You replied, a teasing undertone.

The trek down to the water was quiet. The path  barely being illuminated by the now orangish red sky. You paused when the lake was in view. The scene was cinematic- the sky glinted and glittered against the murky water. The color looked less olive in the dusk. 

Jesus Christ you could have stood there for hours, counting each individual color that the water glimmered at you.

That’s when Gerard looked at you with a devilish grin, you immediately knew what he was thinking. 

In a split second, you and Gerard were rocketing down the trail, your bare feet sticking to the wood chips. When you both made it to the dock, you continued- quickly interlocking your arms and pulling your knees to chest. You both launched off the end of the dock in cannon balls. A giant wave splashing the end of the dock.

When you both came up for air, you continued to choke on your own laughter. 

…

An hour later, you were shivering and laughing over the crackling campfire. Your hair had dried- now all crispy- your towel was hanging loosely off your shoulders. 

You silently excused yourself to change into your dry clothes. Your mom was pretty tipsy, in deep gossip with Gerard’s mom. They paid no attention to you when you slipped into the dark tent. 

Your damp swimsuit was stubborn- clinging onto your skin. You had just managed to peel it off of your body, and slip clumsily into a clean pair of panties- when you heard the tent zipper rip open at a violent speed.

“I’m changing!” You shouted, your voice echoing in the confined space.

It was too late.

Gerard’s head poked through the flap.

The color drained from his face, before rushing back in a violent shade of purple. His eyes didn’t just land on you, they locked. Tracking every bare expanse of your skin. His eyes traced the curve of your hip, and the absolute lack of coverage. 

For a fraction of a second, he didn’t move. Then, all at once it did. He ripped his gaze from you, his jaw dropping as he fell back onto the grass outside the tent. The soft sound of punk rock flooding from his dropped headphones.

“Oh my god- I- I’m so soo sorry!-!” His voice was strained.

Furious, and embarrassed, you threw on your hoodie, and a soft pair of sweatpants and a rapid speed. You unzipped the flap once again, and stood over him, arms crossed.

“Did you seriously not hear me yell that I was changing?” You yelled, your eyes trained on his flustered face.

Gerard was flat on his back, his knees bent, and hands splayed on either of his sides. His eyes were wide and terrified(?). 

“I-I didn’t hear you, I swear- m- my volume was up!” His hand reached toward his headphones. “ I’m sorry- I - I swear it was n'accident!” His hands reached up, palms facing you in surrender.

…

The warmth of the campfire couldn't thaw the freezing awkwardness that settled over the rest of the evening. 

You moved your camp chair to the absolute opposite side of the pit, creating a deliberate barrier of smoke and snapping embers between yourself and Gerard. 

You refused to look at him directly, keeping your focus on the glowing coals, only tracking him through the very edge of your peripheral vision.

He wasn't handling it any better. 

Every time you accidentally shifted your gaze too far to the left, his eyes would instantly dart away. His face would flush a bright, unmistakable pink, and his right boot would start tapping a frantic rhythm against the dirt.

The shift in energy was loud enough to wake the dead. 

Your mom paused mid-sentence, looking between the two of you with a raised eyebrow, while Gerard's mom set her beer down.

"What are you two dorks worked up about?" she asked, inspecting Gerard's burning ears. 

"Did you guys seriously get into a fight already?"

“I’m jus’ tired…” you stated simply, now standing. leaning down, you gave both the moms a quick hug and a peck on the cheek as a goodnight.

 You didn't look at Gerard as you walked past him, heading straight for the shared tent to escape from drowning in the tension.

Sleep hit you like a brick. Bundled tightly inside your sleeping bag, curled on your side, as the exhaustion of the day took over. The tent was silent except for the rhythmic, faint whistle of your nose as you drifted into a deep slumber.

-

It was hours later when the zipper moved.

Gerard entered with agonizing slowness, trying to be a ghost, but the shifting of the tent floor woke you instantly.

The fire outside had died down into gray ash. And the only light source was the faint, pulsating neon green of fireflies blinking right outside the thin nylon mesh, casting rapid shadows across the small space.

Your eyes peeled open, heavy with sleep. You didn't move a muscle, watching through the gloom as Gerard sat on his sleeping bag and began untying his heavy leather boots. 

He dropped them with a soft thud. 

Then, his hands went to his waist.

 He unbuckled his jeans, the metallic clink sounding like a gunshot in the quiet night, and pushed them down around his ankles.

Your breath hitched. Your chest locked up, your breathing turning high-pitched and shallow as your eyes involuntarily dropped lower. 

Against the faint exterior light, the distinct, prominent silhouette of his cock was visible through his boxers.

Before you could look away, Gerard froze, and he turned his head.

In the dark, he couldn't see your face, but he could see the unmistakable, glossy glimmer of your wide-open eyes staring directly at his lap.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

Gerard stood entirely still for three agonizing seconds, the outline of his arousal plain as day between you. 

Suddenly, he snapped out of it. He spun around, his back to you, and frantically snatched up his pajama pants, shoving his legs through them with clumsy haste.

He scrambled into his sleeping bag, pulling the zipper all the way up to his chin in one ragged motion.

"Goodnight," he whispered. 

His voice wasn't the stuttering pitch from earlier; it was a quiet, low, gravelly grumble that vibrated in the small tent.

You didn't answer. 

You couldn't.

 You lay perfectly still in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs, entirely consumed by the terrifying, dizzying realization of just how turned on you were by the boy who was supposed to be your brother.

Fuck.

…

The next morning was bright and clear. The morning dew glittering off of the blades of grass.

By ten o'clock, you were sitting with the moms, drinking coffee by the crackling remains of the morning fire, feeling surprisingly chipper. 

The heavy, localized storm of tension from the night before seemed to have evaporated into the fresh spring air, leaving you talkative as you animatedly recounted a bizarre, vivid dream you'd had to an amused audience.

Gerard, true to form, didn't make an appearance until closer to lunchtime. He was a creature of the dark, always sleeping in late enough to miss the early morning chill. 

When the tent flap finally rustled, he essentially crawled out into the bright daylight, blinking like a dazed nocturnal animal as he made his way toward the main camp area.

Stopping a few feet away, he rubbed the heavy sleep from his eyes, his gaze locking instantly onto yours. 

His dark hair was a completely disheveled, chaotic bird's nest. He hadn't bothered to change; his soft flannel pajama pants hung low and loose on his hips, exposing the pale skin of his waist. A brief, charged look passed between you- a silent acknowledgment of the dark shadows from the night before-before he pulled his eyes away.

After that, the day blurred into a fast, uneven rhythm. 

You spent most of your time helping the adults with camp chores and firewood collection, while Gerard vanished entirely. 

The moms figured they had sent him out deep into the brush to find solid, thick fire starters, but as the hours ticked by without a sign of him, no one thought much of it. 

He was a wanderer.

 You had a nagging, unprompted feeling that he might have even been sneaking back into the shared tent, quietly digging through your things while the camp was empty, but you couldn't prove it.

By late afternoon, the moms dropped a bombshell. They decided the lakeside spot was too much trouble to maintain and declared that everyone would be packing up and relocating further inland by dawn tomorrow.

You were crushed. You loved being set up directly next to the water and immediately protested, trying to argue for the peace of the lake. But it was a losing battle against the real adults.

 Defeated, you decided you weren't going to let your remaining time go to waste. If tomorrow was your last day by the water, you were going to make the most of tonight.

At 10:00 PM, the camp was dead silent. Knowing your mom would absolutely forbid swimming alone in the pitch black, you waited until her steady, deep breathing signaled she was fast asleep before slipping out of the tent in your swimsuit.

The lake was an inkwell, cold and completely still. You swam out for quite a while, the chill of the water shocking your skin until your body went comfortably numb.

 Eventually, you stopped paddling, letting yourself simply float on the upper layer of the water, staring up at the blanket of stars.

The absolute silence broke when a tiny, fiery orange ember caught your eye. It was floating in the dark, hovering right above the end of the wooden dock.

You blinked the water from your eyes, treading softly. Gerard was standing at the edge of the platform, looking straight down at you through the gloom. A rolled joint was clamped between his fingers, the tip glowing angrily in the dark as he took a slow drag and blew out lazy, swirling halos of sweet smoke.

“Hey—where have you been all day?” you asked, your voice cutting lightheartedly through the quiet night air.

“Nowhere,” he said simply. His voice was casual, but there was a distinct, low drag to it.

It was completely dark out now. Without the fire, you could only see the sharp, faint outline of his frame standing tall above you against the night sky. You didn't even realize how hard your neck was craned backward until he spoke again, his eyes tracking your movements as you drifted closer to the edge of the dock, just staring up at him.

“How long have you been out here?” he asked softly.

He exhaled another thick cloud of smoke through his nostrils. The fragrance drifted downward, blending into the damp night air. Inhaling the faint, earthy scent made you feel a wave of overlaying euphoria, your head spinning just a little.

Underneath the water, your body felt electric. You were intensely glad that this trip hadn't landed on your period, but the alternative was proving to be a dangerous game: you were stuck here ovulating. And god, with the way the cool water swept over your bare skin, the primal, aching awareness of it was only becoming more and more noticeable.

Gerard lazily moved to the edge of the platform and sat down. He unlaced his heavy boots, pulling them off before dangling his bare feet over the side, letting them plunge into the water right near your shoulders.

“Did you watch me change last night?”

The question sliced through the quiet air like a razor blade.

“Wha—No!” you shouted, your voice jumping an octave, betraying your panic. You splashed slightly to keep yourself upright, your face burning despite the cold water. “I should be asking you! What exactly did you see when I was changing yesterday?” you added, throwing the defensive shield back up.

The silence stretched out, thick and heavy, as the two of you just gazed at each other. He was clearly high, his dark eyes half-lidded and distant, his posture slumped into a lazy, unbothered curve. The anger of your question seemed to wash right over him.

“You are seriously gorgeous, Y/N,” he whispered. His voice sounded soft, almost bubbly with a private, hazy adoration.

You froze, the water lapping against your chin as you just kept staring at him.

He was so fucking hot.

The sharp, perfect slope of his nose caught the amber light of the joint every time he took a breath. His eyelashes were long, dark, and wispy, casting heavy curtains over his beautiful eyes. And his lips—his soft lips were the perfect, bruised shade of pink in the dark, parting slightly to reveal the little snaggle teeth that poked through as he offered a slow, wicked smile. God, fuck.

“What?” he grinned, tilting his head. A few strands of disheveled dark hair fell into his face, an effortlessly flirtatious gesture that made your chest tighten.

“Nothing,” you bit your lower lip, dipping slightly lower into the safety of the water.

His pupils were blown completely wide, swallowing the irises whole as he stared down at you. Another long, torturous pause hung over the lake.

“Does—does this—” Gerard paused, lifting a hand to point his index finger back and forth in a small circle between the two of you. “Does this… us… feel different to you?” he softly questioned, the haze dropping for a fraction of a second to reveal a raw, vulnerable curiosity.

“Yes,” you admitted halfheartedly, the truth slipping out before you could stop it. You swam an inch closer, resting your forearms against the wet, splintered wood of the dock near his ankles. “What happens? What will we do?” you asked helplessly, looking up into his face.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice dropping to a low, quiet murmur. He ripped his eyes away from yours, looking down at the dark ripples where the lake surrounded his ankles. “We really shouldn’t act on it…”

The night went entirely quiet after that, the finality of his words sinking into the dark water around you.

The next morning was a blur of aggressive packing. The moms were in high gear, barking orders about bungee cords and heavy coolers.

You kept your head down, methodically folding blankets inside the tent while Gerard pulled the metal stakes from the dirt outside.

That was when you noticed it.

Your duffel bag, which you had distinctly remembered zipping completely shut before heading to the lake last night, was sitting open. 

The fabric was pulled back, and right on top- resting against your sweaters was a pair of your lace underwear. It had been buried at the very bottom of the bag. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t need to guess who did it. A cold wave of shock washed over you, followed immediately by a heavy, confusing heat that pooled low in your stomach. 

Instead of running out of the tent and screaming, a strange, suffocating silence took over. You slowly zipped the bag shut, your heart pumping thick against your ribs. 

You chose to stay quiet. 

You didn’t say a word as you carried the bag outside, but the secret burned a hole in your chest.

The breaking point arrived an hour later.

To speed up the relocation, the moms sent the two of you ahead in Gerard’s beat-up truck to haul the first massive load of gear to the new inland campsite.

 The cab of the truck was a claustrophobic cage. The air was thick with the scent of old pine tree air fresheners, damp earth, and an unbearable, unsaid tension.

Gerard drove with both hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the winding, deserted dirt road. But he wasn't looking at the road. Every couple of seconds, his gaze would drop, helplessly tracking the bare skin of your legs where your shorts rode up your thighs.

He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. His breathing was shallow, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle began to spasm in his cheek.

It was exhausting. The blushing, the god- awful stuttering, the invasion of your privacy, and now? this pathetic, lingering staring. 

You snapped.

You reached out, violently slamming your hand against the radio dial, cutting off the rigid punk rock music into dead silence.

"Pull over," you demanded. Your voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp enough to slice through the air.

Gerard flinched, his eyes darting to yours in pure panic. "W-what? We're supposed to get to the—"

"Pull the truck over, Gerard. Right now."

Scared by the venom in your tone, he yanked the wheel to the right. The truck kicked up dusty gravel as it skidded to a halt on the side of the deserted, heavily wooded road. The engine idled with a low, rumbling vibration.

"What's wrong? Are you- "

"Are you seriously going to keep pretending?" you interrupted, turning fully in your seat to face him. Your hands gripped the edge of the center console. 

"You've been acting like a complete freak since yesterday. You look at me like you're starving, you panic every time I look back, and you stand on the dock telling me we 'shouldn't act on it' like you're making some big, noble sacrifice."

Gerard's face instantly went from pale to a dark, suffocating crimson. He swallowed hard, staring at the steering wheel. "I- jus’- please, just let it go-"

"I found my bag, Gerard," you dropped the hammer, your voice lowering into a dangerous register. 

"I know you went through my stuff while I was out of the tent yesterday. You moved my underwear."

The silence that followed was absolute. 

Gerard had froze up completely, his entire body locking up as if he had just been struck by lightning. The color drained from his face entirely, leaving him looking sickly and undone.

"I-I didn't, I swear i-" he stammered, his voice cracking violently. 

He couldn't even form a coherent sentence. He looked so incredibly small in the driver's seat, his hands trembling against the steering wheel.

Instead of the normal triumph and pity, a hot wave of frustration and anger washed over you. Your chest tightened and your eyes blurred with burning tears. There was a tang of embarrassment from him digging in your personal items, but there was also a pull that you were feeling from it. You both were magnets. 

“Stop lying,” You started- trying to push the emotion down.

“Do you seriously think your the only one losing your mind over this? You drive me insane, Gerard. The way you look at me- I can’t- we aren’t supposed to feel this way, We are basically family!” Your voice was loud, and high pitched.

Gerard turned his head toward you. His dark eyes glossed over, and pupils blown. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

He opened his mouth to say something different, but before any noise came out, your lips slammed into his. Your eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as you began to move your mouth against his. He let out a choked whimper at the sudden contact.

His hands found your shoulders, and gently pushed you back into your seat. You stared at his eyes, then the way his hair was shoveled to the side, and stuck to his forehead from the heat.

His eyes stayed on your lips, plump and wet from the feverish kiss.

Slowly, you unbuckled your seatbelt- and you slid over the center console, straddling Gerard’s thick thighs. 

Gerard lightly gasped, his eyes tracking the way your pelvis ground into his. His hands flew up, pausing before he let them sit carelessly on your sides. 

“A- all I wa- wanted was- i-“ Gerard stuttered.

You cut him off. “All you wanted was what?” Your voice was condescending. 

“Show me…” your voice changed dramatically, becoming more velvety and sultry. You pushed your hips down against his again, another whimper escaping his lips. Your head moved closer to his again, your lips grazing the shell of his ear, while your hands trailed up his body, landing in his hair.

You tugged at the soft strands: “show me, Gerard.”

With that, his hips bucked up into yours- his hands sliding down to your hips to put more pressure on his groin. He grunted uselessly, his eyes screwing shut as he began to use you. 

Your fingers were still tangling in his hair, and your lips found his neck, nipping at his pulse point- and leaving dark purple circles all over.

He continued to grind into your clothed core- little grunts and whimpers kept leaving his mouth.

The grinding slowed, your hips rolling against his with deliberate pressure, drawing it out until Gerard's hands clawed at your hips, trying to push you faster, harder.

"Nuh-uh," you murmured against his throat, your teeth grazing his pulse point. "I said show me, baby."

A frustrated sound caught in his chest. His eyes were screwed shut, his jaw tight, his cock straining against his jeans so hard it had to be painful. He thrust up again, desperate, but you lifted your hips just enough to deny him the friction he was chasing.

His head fell back against the headrest with a thud. "Please," he breathed, the word broken. 

"Please, y/n." He said your name with devastation.

"Show me how much you want it."

His hands shook as they fumbled with his belt. The metal clinked and clattered, his movements frantic and clumsy, and you had to bite back a smile as you watched. He got his jeans undone, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and slick at the tip- hitting his abdomen with an obscene slap.

You didn't move to touch him. You just sat there, watching, your hips hovering just above his.

"Fuck," he rasped, his hand wrapping around himself, pumping once, twice. "Fuck, look at you."

Your tank top was still on, your jeans still buttoned, and the sight of you fully clothed and perched on top of him like he was your throne had him leaking against his own fingers.

You reached down, your fingers circling his wrist, stopping him. "Not yet, Gerard."

You pulled your tank top over your head, unhooked your bra, and let it fall. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes fixed on your tits, his mouth falling open. You took his hand and guided it to your chest, letting him feel the weight of you in his palm.

"Feel me, Gerard."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands were on you, calloused and rough, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked, until you were arching into his touch. His hips bucked up again, his cock sliding against the soaked seam of your jeans, and you let him- let him rut against you like a desperate school boy.

"Take these off," he begged, tugging at your waistband. "Please, baby. Please."

You held his gaze as you unbuttoned your jeans, as you lifted your hips and shimmied them down your thighs. Your panties followed, dark and soaked, and when you settled back on top of him, skin to skin, his cock pressed hot and urgent against your bare stomach.

He squirmed.

You reached between your bodies, your fingers wrapping around his length, guiding the head to your entrance. You dragged it through your slick folds, teasing both of you, watching his face twist with pleasure and desperation.

"Eyes up here," you demanded softly.

His eyes rolled up to yours. He was looking up at you, his face tilted down slightly so he was looking at you through his eyelashes.

You sank down.

The sound he made- a strangled, broken moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

It was worth everything.

His hands flew back down to your hips, his grip bruising as you took him inch by inch, your walls stretching around him, your breath hitching at the fullness.

When you were seated completely, you paused, feeling each and every inch of his length.

"Fuck," he breathed out, his head lolling back. 

"Fuck, no- no i- I can’t y/n"

"Shh." You leaned forward, your lips brushing his. 

"I know, baby. I know, I've got you."

You started to move.

Slow at first, a heavy roll of your hips that had his nails digging into your skin, and his mouth falling open in a silent cry. You set the pace, rising and falling, taking him deep and pulling back until just the tip remained, then sinking down again.

The car windows fogged. His hands roamed your body- your tits, your waist, your ass- he was gripping and releasing like he couldn't decide where to settle.

"H-harder," he gasped. "Plea- please go harder-"

You planted your hands on his chest, your nails raking down his skin as you rode him, fast and deep, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the enclosed space. His hips bucked up to meet yours, meeting you thrust for thrust, his control completely shattered.

"Yes," you sighed, feeling him twitch inside you. "That's it."

His hand found your clit, his thumb pressing tight speedy circles, as you cried out, your rhythm faltering as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your tummy.

"Come on," he urged, his voice rough, wrecked. "Cum for me, sweetheart. I'm right there- I feel you,"

Your orgasm hit you, wave after wave pulling you under. Your walls squeezed around him, pulsing, and Gerard followed with a broken cry, his release flooding you, his body shuddering beneath yours as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

You collapsed against his chest, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck, both of you breathing hard. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his lips pressing soft, lazy kisses to your hair.

Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breaths and the faint hum of the forest surrounding the both of you.

…

When the truck finally pulled into the clearing of the campsite, you were surprised to see that most of the work was already done. The fire pit was prepped, and the two tents were already pitched beneath the pine trees.

Your mothers were sitting on a fallen log near the edge of the site, sharing a thermos and looking relaxed.

"There you are!" your mom called out, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. 

"We thought maybe the old truck had finally given up the ghost on those mountain passes."

"It... it had a bit of trouble," Gerard stammered, climbing out of the cab, and heading to the back to unload the remaining crates. 

"We had to pull over for a while."

Gerard’s mom exchanged a look with your mother, a look that was a little too knowing, a little too satisfied.

"Well, it’s a good thing we got a head start on the camp, then," she said, her tone light and airy. 

"Since it took so much longer than expected, we decided to simplify things. We’re heading into the village to grab some real food for dinner. We'll be back late."

A strange feeling prickled at the back of your neck. You watched them walk toward the other car, waving over their shoulders. 

As soon as their taillights disappeared down the dirt road, you turned toward the main tent to drop off your duffel bag.

Stepping inside, you realized why they had been so eager to "simplify?"

The tent was much smaller than the one you’d used previously. Inside, the two individual sleeping bags hadn't just been laid out- they had been zipped together into one large, shared bed. Resting on the center of the pillows was a small envelope.

Gerard stepped in behind you, pausing as he saw the layout. "Wait, did they...?" He said, trailing off..

You opened the envelope. Inside was a note in familiar, loopy handwriting.

———

The forest is much quieter at night than the lake. We figured you two might appreciate a little extra warmth. See you in the morning. P.S. We left some 'supplies' in the side pocket.

——— You looked at Gerard, and then at the side pocket of the tent, which held a travel-sized bottle of massage oil and a small box of chocolates.

"I think," you whispered, a laugh finally bubbling up in your chest, "that our moms have been planning this camping trip for a very different reason than hiking."

Gerard looked at the note, then at the shared bed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. The embarrassment faded, replaced by relief that the ‘secret’ was out.

"Well…" he said, stepping closer and taking your hand. 

"It seems like they finally got tired of waiting for us to figure it out ourselves."

You and Ms Way's little rendezvous didn't stop after that first meeting. Your role quickly changed from being a flustered assistant with a crush on her boss to being your boss's stress toy, lunch, lover, you name it, and you couldn't love it more.

Your routine quickly changed after your shift in dynamic, now every morning you bring her coffee just the way she likes it, 2 sugar cubes and a splash of creamer, and give her a morning kiss, sometimes leading to more depending if she has an early meeting and finally going to your desk to work.

You were getting ready to go up the elevator just like any other day until a fairly attractive woman rushed to the elevator from the other side of the lobby and you held the door open for her, “Shit! Thanks..” she gasped, out of breath. You had never seen her before so you figured she was just an employee from a different floor. “No problem..” you replied, you were standing right next to her the whole ride pretty much questioning who this woman was until the elevator dinged and the doors opened to your floor.

You were stepping out until she did as well, both your shoulders bumping into each other, “oh! I'm sorry you go first, please!” she stammered, lifting her arms slightly to kind of guide you out, she was clearly nervous and it clicked that it was most likely her first day.

You lifted your fist to your mouth to clear your throat before talking, “Thanks! Have a good day.” You told her before exiting and walking towards your office, which is connected to Ms ways.

You already see Jaime there, waiting for you as always, only this time you're sort of dreading talking to him because you accidently slipped up while you were chatting and told him that you have been sleeping with Ms way and he hasn't let it go since. You knew you shouldn't have accepted the swig that ms way offered you from her flask.

“Morning, how'd you and Ms way sleep?” He snickered through his coffee cup's rim before taking a sip, obviously amused by how he's been able to tease you.

“Shut up, Jaime…” you murmured, a blush creeping up your neck at the thought of her, also embarrassed by the fact that he was right, you did go to Ms Way's place after work to have sex in her warm soft bed rather than the office.

He laughs to himself again, before talking about something else, you tuned him out as you started getting situated at your desk for Ms ways arrival.

“I have to work with this new accountant today, I heard she was nice in the interview so I guess it might be okay.“ You heard him say, and you were intrigued all of the sudden. “Wait what?? Who is she?” You asked, already kind of knowing who it was though

“Not sure, I think she's this blonde chic…Abby I think her name was-”

Then the elevator dinged across the floor, cutting him off, “ah, damn. See you at lunch.” Jaime says already knowing who just arrived before scurrying off to his cubicle.

You can hear Ms Way's footsteps becoming increasingly louder until you can see her walking towards your desk, walking with so much confidence…God it made you swoon just seeing her walk towards you, your eyes might as well just be hearts at this point.

“Good morning Ms way, I hope you slept well after I left last night.” You smirked at her as you got up to go up to her, She chuckled in response “like a baby dear, but of course, I would've slept even better if you stayed the night with me..” she caresses your cheek softly with her fingertips, sending a shock wave through your body.

You bring a hand up to grab her soft hand and make her cup your cheek, feeling her warmth against your face, both your fingers tangling in the process. “Well maybe I'll have to stay the night next time won't I?” You smiled back at her before she gave you a quick peck on the cheek and pulled away to walk to her desk.

You knew how paranoid she gets about other people seeing even your small displays of affection towards each other, like how your hands would find each other so naturally when you walked her to her meetings or even how you would gaze into each other's eyes like you were two teenagers in love, you couldn't help but fall in love with her.

She has said multiple times she's paranoid because you both could be fired for fooling around on the clock, which is true but you both are sneaky and hardly do anything sexual if you're not behind closed doors anyways, but then again you're not sure if she has flings with anyone else in the office like she does with you…the thought makes you nearly puke in your mouth.

You snap out of it and run to grab Ms. Way's coffee, she always likes it fresh so you make sure to prepare it as soon as she arrives. You walk back to her while she's already sitting at her desk and hand her coffee, when she takes it your fingers touch each other and it makes your cheeks turn bright pink.

“you have a meeting this morning ms..” you murmured. She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by the fact she has to go to these mandatory meetings. “These meetings are so repetitive, doing the same things every time is getting tiring. “

“I'm sure it'll be quick…and I think this one is a bit different than the other meetings you usually have…” You say, attempting to comfort her.

She hums in approval as she takes a small sip of her coffee before exhaling softly afterwards, “perfect as always darling, thank you.” She says. You laugh nervously and stammer your response, making a fool of yourself before she brings her hand up to the back of your neck and bringing you into a deep, mouthy kiss.

You lean into it after the initial shock, getting on her lap and straddling her thighs while giving her your best even when you're not as experienced as her. Both your hands are a mess, roaming each other's upper body as if the door of her office isn't wide open and anyone could pass by and see.

Your senses are immediately flooded with her and you have it all memorized more than you should, sniffing in her coffee and book- like scent while your fingers thread through her soft, greying hair. You unlatch your lips from hers once in a while to let out a built up moan, which you can feel the tent in her skirt growing more and more firm as you continue to whimper into her mouth.

You can feel yourself wetting your panties while sub consciously grinding on her lap, fluttering your eyes open to make sure nobody can see both of you.

Suddenly, an alarm on your phone goes off, startling the both of you and causing your kiss to break. You pull your phone from your skirt pocket and look, before dismissing the alarm.

“You have a meeting in 15 Ms way..” you say with obvious disappointment in your voice and place the phone down on her desk.

You can feel her hand snake down and grope your ass, making you jump, “You say that like we don't have enough time darling..” she says with a smirk on her face.

You blush and laugh, becoming flustered again.“Ms way the door…” you say while nodding your head towards the still wide open door.

“Then I suppose..” she moves her hands and grabs your hips and lifts you both off the chair before dropping to the floor before continuing, “we'll have to do it right here, won't we dear?” You're now both behind her desk so no passerby could see you. With you on your back, her hovering over you, feeling her breath against your neck and her boner rubbing against your inner thigh, you could probably cum if you both stayed like that for just a few more minutes.

“Not like I can go to my meeting with *this* showing so eminently” she emphasizes her words by grinding her hard-on up your thigh, and up to your clothed cunt, making you moan fairly loudly before she covers your mouth with the palm of her hand.

“Can't have that happening with the door open dear…we're gonna get caught if you don't stay quiet, love.” Your mind is already so clouded with her grinding you can't think straight, just meeting her hips by attempting to buck your hips into hers, failing under her weight. .

Her free hand slips under your skirt and fiddles with the hem of your panties as she always does, she promptly uncovers your mouth to ask “May I, pretty girl?” The pet name absolutely leaves you in shambles, “p- please…” you barely murmur out your response but Ms way wastes no time to slip your panties off and ride up her own skirt, revealing she hasn't had any underwear on, but you noticed she stopped wearing any completely and few weeks ago.

You trail your hand down from her chest to her exposed cock, spreading her pre cum from her tip down to her base to lube her up, making sure to give her a few light, teasing strokes before pulling away just so you can hear her breath hitch.

She lifts your legs and places them on her shoulders and slowly pushes herself into you with ease, while sucking on your neck, folding you in half,leaving dark and prominent hickeys onto the ones she left yesterday.

She begins to thrust in and out of you, the angle helping her immediately find your g spot causing her to thrust into it constantly, you bite your lip to stifle your moans, quickly tasting copper.

‘S-so perfect…” she whispers into your ear, her lips grazing your earlobe.

Her hand slides down and uses her index and middle fingers to rub circles your clit, while her other fondles your clothed nipple, the constant simulation makes you feel your orgasm build immediately, you can't help but let out tiny whimpers and pleas to Ms way.

“a- ah…mfghh..M- Ms. Wa-hayyy..” you moan into her ear, trying your best to stay quiet for her.

“F- fuck..I- kn…know sugar…” she moans while nuzzling her nose into your hair in response, her voice sending you over the edge instantly, your back arches off the carpet and into her as you clench around her.

“Guh! a- ahh…!” you moan as you feel her finish inside you, filling you up to the brim as both of your heavy breathing fills the room and you hear her whisper praises Into your sweaty neck,

“G- god I love you so much…”

Shit.

it slipped out. You weren't even thinking about it before you said it and you can't back track from that, how would you even? Yeah, you meant it more than anything in the world but you weren't ready to say it just yet, simply for the sake of not embarrassing yourself but you guess it's too late for that.

The awkwardness seeped into the atmosphere, so did the silence that followed your confession and you didn't know which one hurt worse. She stayed silent, and you did too, the only sound filling the air is both your breathing evening out and various ringtones and beeping coming from outside her office.

It stayed like that for a few more seconds before she quickly got up and pulled out of you just as fast, leaving you sensitive and feeling more empty than when she usually leaves.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, feeling a little exposed, you close your thighs in hopes that would preserve whatever's left of your dignity, it doesn't. You just sit there, ashamed. You're not sure why but you can't do anything as she lets you bathe in your own confusion and racing thoughts.

“I suppose I ought to go to my meeting. It might run late dear so don't count on me making it back before lunch” she said before cleaning herself off with tissues on her desk, which she usually goes out of her way to clean you off too.

“Y- yeah..okay…” you say, growing visibly upset at her lack of response and eventually watching her leave the room, leaving you sitting on her floor, questioning everything.

You get up after a few minutes of thinking and grab tissues from the box on her desk, cleaning yourself off, gripping onto the desk for dear life so your weak legs don't fail on you.

You clean up yourself and the carpet as much as you can before leaving like nothing even happened to limp and stumble to your own desk and flop on your chair.

You push yourself to begin working on spread sheets, trying your hardest to stay focused until lunch, realizing Ms way hasn't arrived back from her meeting, which she said might happen so you just go on lunch.

Even after Ms way came back from her long meeting, she never addressed your little confession, and on top of that she was acting differently, no little pecks on the cheek or those lingering touches you realized you loved more than you thought, not even any flirtatious comments. You never thought she would dismiss you like that so naturally, your mind raced for some sort of reason she wouldn't say anything about it.

“Maybe she didn't hear me?” You thought as you were staring at a piece of paperwork in your hands, you realize you've been holding onto it too tight, leaving it slightly crumpled on one side.

“No, I said it right into her ear while she was on top of me…” your mind trailed off into reasons why your other reasons wouldn't be the case, you keep overthinking as “i thought she liked me” echos in your mind, bringing you to the brink of tears.

“Maybe she'll say something tonight. I doubt she will leave me hanging like tha-”

“Dear I'm going to leave in about 10 minutes, maybe you should pack up now.” Ms way said, interrupting your thoughts as your head shot up to look at her already walking away to her desk.

Not even an invitation to “talk” in her office? Or to go to her house? Your vision started to get blurry from your tears building up but you managed to compose yourself and wipe them away to pack your things.

After you got your bag, getting ready to leave, you stopped to say goodbye to Ms way.

“G-... goodnight Ms way..” you said hesitantly before watching her nod without lifting her head to look at you, leaving you to bathe in silence once again before walking off alone to the elevator.

The following week wasn't any different compared to that day, she'd call you “dear” but she called almost everyone that. And all of her other pet names? Gone. Wouldn't even call you “sugar” or “doll” like she used to.

“Was telling her I loved her REALLY that bad?” You thought, nearly every day when you were getting ready for work, dreading to get out the door to the humiliation ritual that work now was.

And on top of it all, you couldn't help but notice the chemistry in between her and the new accountant, Abby. You're not even sure why they interact so much, they just did. You never heard them do anything like you and Ms way did but the thought has crossed your mind multiple times. It didn't fail to irritate you and you didn't even know why it did. Probably because Ms way and you would have some sort of sex everyday and that stopped so abruptly, and you can't get yourself off because your fingers will never hit the spots Ms way can.

You were getting ready to go on lunch, practically leaping out your chair after the most painfully long first half of your shift. You went to inform Ms way but when you walked into the open door of her office you were met with her talking with Abby instead, with both of them behind the desk and Abby leaning down towards her, faces inches from each other. The sight made you absolutely livid, you were about to scream and yell (probably cry too) before you reminded yourself:

Ms way didn't love you.

You continued to stare at the both of them, your eyes darting back and forth between both of them before finally landing on Ms way.

Ms way looked at you while you were just standing there, looking surprised that you walked in on her having another fling.

You were stuck frozen, at a loss for words and tears already making your eyes look glossy. “I'm going to lunch.” Is all you said before immediately turning around to walk to the breakroom in absolute shock.

Your legs started to get weak and your head was starting to feel funny, you felt like you're going to pass out but you kept walking.

When you arrived at the breakroom, you stood in front of the door, you felt sick, your stomach was twisting and turning itself into a knot. You couldn't go in. You couldn't let half the floor see you in a broken state like this.

You decide to skip lunch, what you saw making you lose your appetite anyway. You throw your lunch away in the nearest bin and make your way to anywhere but your office so you go to the bathroom.

You slowly but surely make your way to the empty bathroom and feel your heart banging hard against your poor ribs.

You just close yourself in a random stall and just cry. You don't know what else to do, so you just listen to whatever cries your body wants to let out.

You stumble to sit on the closed toilet seat, mind racing on where you went wrong. It feels like you're on fire, your body feels so limp and exhausted you can't do anything but hold yourself as you sob.

Was it really ever anything more than sex? just stupid meaningless hookups you took too personally and mistook for genuine love? Did she ever want you for anything other than the sex?

Your sobs continue to echo through the hollow bathroom, you're more than sure you can be heard outside of the bathroom but you can't hold it in like you have been the last week. Not like it's unusual to hear someone cry in an office bathroom anyway.

You suppose you shouldn't be so surprised and so damn hurt, she never promised you anything and fucked you within a month of you getting hired so why are you so surprised when shes been doing the same to someone else?

It hurts being just another girl. Just being another fuck, the same old feeling. It makes you feel stupid for being so clueless, you should have known, seen it coming. Who in their right mind fucks their boss anyways?

But what about your casual kisses or your flirtatious comments towards each other? It was nothing you would say to someone you're just “hooking up” with but someone you actually like for more than the sex, someone you loved.

Your thoughts began to fade into nothing, as you couldn't even reason with yourself anymore. Your tears stop along with them. realizing how dumb you probably look, crying over someone who couldn't even tell you they didn't see you as a real partner for a week after you told them you loved them, or even when you both were “hooking up”. You slowly get up on your legs, this time wobbly from breaking down and leave the stall and catch a look of yourself in the mirror.

You look into the mirror and only see self pity and despair in human form, just with ruined makeup and messy hair. You clean yourself up, splashing cold water on your face, the feeling making you shudder, it feels 10x colder against your burning face, hot with tears. You do your best to “fix” your tangled hair just to still look like a mess and slowly walk out of the bathroom and back to your desk to see Ms way waiting there for you, she seems restless, head darting around her surroundings as if she's looking for someone.

You try (and fail) to fix your posture and confidence before she sees you, in hopes it will make you look less pathetic, like you don't care about what you walked in on even though it's eating you on the inside.

The phrase “she doesn't love you like you love her” gets yelled inside your head repeatedly as you slowly walk up to her, the first thing you see is her smudged lipstick. You immediately avoid eye contact with her as your gut wrenches, you swallow hard so you don't throw up inside of your mouth at the sight.

“Sugar... there you are-” she says, voice broken, yet you still can't bring yourself to look at her. That nickname feels like a knife to the heart, this past week you've been hoping for her to at least call you a pet name but now that you have it, it doesn't feel right.

“Please- we need to talk in my office. Now.”

She tries to grab your hand to lead you to her office but you're quick to pull away

“I- I don't think that's…very professional Ms way.”

She freezes at your words, and for once she has none of her own, all of her stern-ness disappeared in an instant.

“Please, sugar… let me just-” she cuts herself off, knowing if she continues she'll break out in tears just like you did moments ago.

“Just- don't…please…i-..I get it already.” you say, defeated and emotionally exhausted. All you can do is stare at the carpet underneath both of you, noticing how much it resembles the carpet you'd find in a school classroom.

Ms way has so much to say to you yet, nothing is coming out of her mouth, she's frozen and yet all she wants to do is hold you in her arms.

“darling- you don't understand i-” she begins

“What more is there that could change this? Make me understand whatever this is?” You cut her off, “You could've at least told me you just wanted the sex, instead of leading me on like that.” Your eyes finally land on hers, now you can see how her own tears are streaming down her face.

“Y/n…I wasnt…I wanted you- not- just…” she pauses for a moment, burying her face into her hands.

“I love you…y/n..i haven't loved anyone like this in years and when you told me you- well…i- I panicked…and I messed it up so bad…” she sniffled and sobbed right in front of you, practically pouring her heart out for you.

Your eyes widened at her confession, she was really letting you see how vulnerable she was and it made you realize- maybe you were hers since day one.

“But- Abby…she was-”

“She was- god- I didn't even realize her intentions. I was so caught up with how I messed up with you and- I didn't see it until it was way too late and you walked in-...”

You couldn't hold yourself back from immediately wrapping your arms around her. finally being able to bask in her scent and warmth after so long filled you with so much relief.

It wasn't long before she reciprocated and nuzzled her nose into your hair like she always does. You couldn't help but sob into her blouse whispering “I love you"s in between sobs. Your grip on each other was so tight it was as if you let go even in the slightest the other might disappear.

You never wanted to let go of her. If you had the choice, you would have stayed there, in her arms forever, but it wasn't long before reality set in and you both realized you were still at the office, just minutes before everybody would start walking past to clock out.

Before you pulled away from her, you made sure to leave a soft kiss on her jaw, trailing to her lips just to give her a small, lingering peck there.

“Let's go ahead and clock out sugar, I think we both had a long day.” She said just below a whisper, soft and comforting. You nodded and took her hand in yours to leave the office together.