#vampink

he lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby, too

or: Frank is your hot manager that you might have a crush on. Smoking with him once won’t hurt. Right?

substance abuse during sex, munch Frank, spit, age gap

Finding work as a young adult without many special skills wasn’t an easy task. You had to maintain a stable studying schedule, an apartment you shared with a friend, and to somehow keep your head above the water. It was exhausting.

You decided to spend your Sunday walking around the part of town you usually didn’t wander around in. It was darker, walls covered with graffiti and punks your mom warned you about. You always felt connected to the scene, and after leaving your parents house you finally allowed yourself to properly sink into it.

So there you were, standing in front of the small, but expensive looking guitar store at the end of the street. There was a worker needed sign at the front, and you gulped as you eyed the glass door, rethinking your choices. You knew your way around instruments, but you couldn’t actually play one properly enough for a music store. You told the manager all of those things as you called a couple of days ago, and he offered you an interview anyway. So who were you to decline?

As you stepped in, the smell of cologne, metal strings and paper hit your nose. You looked around, and a man quickly made his way towards you.

He wasn’t tall, had a broad, strong looking torso, and a shirt that sat a little too tightly around his biceps. It took you another second to process the ridiculous amount of tattoos that decorated every piece of skin you could see, and you couldn’t help but to think about the ink that was hidden from you by stupid pieces of clothing. You had to clear your throat to shake that thought away, since you could feel your cheeks already heating up before the clearly much older and handsome man before you.

He flashed you a big toothy grin and extended his hand towards you. You smiled back shyly and shook his hand, trying your best to keep your eyes glued to his. You gulped again, your smile flattering. “I’m here for the.. interview?” Your voice was quiet, already afraid to embarrass yourself. The tip of his fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand.

The man let out a small chuckle and caressed your hand he was holding with his other one for a second before letting go, a warm gesture that made your heart skip a beat. “y/n, right?” He raised a brow as he headed towards the reception, motioning you to follow him. You hummed and nodded, sticking your hands in your pockets. He smiled and looked at some documents, shaking his head. “Oh, good. My memory’s not the best these days.” He chuckled, letting out a little ‘ah’ as he found the paper he was looking for. He pushed it on the wooden counter towards you, and tapped it.

“Some basic bullshit I gotta let you read and sign before telling you you’re hired.” He explained, and you couldn’t help but blush.

“are you sure, sir? I mean, I can’t really play, and we only talked over the phone..”

He clicked his tongue and stopped you, shaking his head as he handed you a pen.

“I’ll be honest with you, y/n, I really need the extra help. The worker I had left pretty recently, and guitars are pretty popular these days.” He chuckled, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes, that crinkled a little at the corners. “And please, call me Frank.” He added, watching your fingers fiddling with the pen.

You took a deep breath and signed the paper, before putting the pen down. “There.” You smiled, playing with your hair for a second before you realized what you were doing, dropping your hands in embarrassment. “So when do I start, Frank?” His name felt funny on your tongue, but you knew it was a matter of time before you adjust to it.

Frank hummed, rubbing his hands together. “Well, usually we’re not open Sundays. But I got a big shipment two days ago and had to come to unpack. So if you’re not too busy..” he motioned towards the back of the store with his head, and you followed, your gaze meeting a scary amount of boxes. You chuckled and put your bag down. “Let’s go.”

………….

The week after that was honestly pretty amazing. You managed to keep up with your classes and find your way around your new job. It was a very organized schedule- getting to class at 9, leaving at 2, grabbing a quick bite on your way to your new workplace for the closing shift, the one with your manager, Frank.

He greeted you with a smile and a warm handshake every time, spending his time in the shop with you by his side as he tried to teach you as much as he could about guitars, amplifiers, how to change strings and how to handle teenagers coming to touch as much guitars as they can without actually buying anything. It was a lovely routine, and you grew into liking it there, loving Franks company.

You found yourself looking forward to your classes to end just so you can spend your afternoon in the shop, close to Frank. His handshakes became a gentle hold, and by the end of the week you shared a small hug on your way out. You cleared your throat and held your bag, eyeing him down. You didn’t mean to act as awkward as you did, but you couldn’t help it next to him.

Frank didn’t seem to mind, and closed the door after the both of you, making sure it’s locked. It was Saturday afternoon, so no work tomorrow. You hated to admit the ache you felt in your stomach. You felt ridiculous. Were you actually going to miss your work? On your only day off? What was wrong with you. You chuckled to yourself at that, almost forgetting that Frank was still right there, waiting for the final goodbye until Monday. He smiled as he saw you laughing to yourself, his head slightly tilted. “What?” His voice was giggly as he spoke, hands stuck down his denim pockets.

You waved your hand to dismiss him, smiling to yourself. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You nibbled on your lower lip without noticing, looking around just in time to see your friend waving at you from their car. Right. They said they’ll pick you up today. “I’ll.. see you Monday?” You offered, your voice quieter than you intended it to be as you smiled to him, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. Frank nodded, fidgeting with his car key himself. “See you then, kiddo.”

You held back a smile at the nickname, biting your inner cheek as you headed towards your friend quickly, gazing at Frank as he made his way towards his own car before you drove off. Only then, when you were no longer in his presence, you allowed yourself to sink into your thoughts. It was stupid of you to deny the weird way you felt around him. It wasn’t like your last job with your last weird manager, who did everything he could to make you uncomfortable.

Frank was sweet, caring, thoughtful. He listened to you complaining about your professors and school work as he changed strings, allowed you to watch him as he played, and didn’t make you feel stupid for asking basic questions. His big hazel eyes never looked away from yours as you spoke, like it was his mission to make sure you know he’s listening, even if he was busy. Your cheeks warmed up just at the memory of his tatted fingers moving on the guitars neck like they were made just for it. You took a sharp breath in, re-focusing on the road before you, pinching your nose bridge.

You were falling for your manger. Thats so much like you, isn’t it? Falling for older men you didn’t have any shot with. You cursed yourself, deciding to shake it off. You liked that job, and you’ll do the right, grown up thing, which is pushing your thoughts down. Even if it was ridiculously hard, because every time Frank moved past you at work, he had the urge to move you aside with his big hand on your waist, and your brain pretty much short circuited every time. You needed to pull yourself together, and maybe that day apart from him was exactly what you needed in order to do so.

Frank felt like an idiot. Every time he caught himself staring at you for a moment too long as you walked around the store, eyeing everything with your big, curious eyes, eager for every piece of information he could offer to you. He couldn’t help but reach for your hands as he tried to teach you a riff on one of his guitars, his rough fingertips against your soft skin sending a shiver down your spine as he fixed your position on the guitars neck. He knew it was wrong… and weird.

He was your manager, and probably 20 years older than you. But that didn’t seem to stop those thoughts from clouding his head. Two days ago, he stared for a moment too long as you bent down to unpack a box, and had to physically remove himself from the scene. It wasn’t like him, and he was glad to get greeted by the empty walls of his house for the weekend. He let his hands drag down his face as he sank down on his worn out sofa, immediately getting ambushed by his dog, that licked his face on her way to collapsing on his lap.

“Hey girl..” Frank chuckled and rubbed her stomach, putting something on the tv. His gaze dropped to his black phone screen for a moment, like he was expecting something. He groaned to himself, and focused on the shitty reality show that filled the quiet house. “Pull yourself together, Iero..” he grumbled to himself, his home getting darker as the sun started to set.

The weekend passed by too fast, like it usually did. The only thing that changed was that you actually looked forward for the week to start. You finally found something new to obsess over, and it just happened to be your too-old-manager, but whatever made your classes pass by faster. Right?

It was finally noon, and you made your way to the store, your legs carrying you there on autopilot. Frank was already there, and didn’t notice you until the little bell above the door rang, notifying him that someone entered the store. He immediately turned towards you from his position behind the desk, flashing you his signature grin, the one you already looked forward to seeing every day. You smiled back and removed your coat on your way towards him.

“Pretty empty here today, huh?” You mumbled and looked around. It was usually pretty busy by that time already. Frank nodded, eyes still glued to the screen for a moment longer before he moved his gaze to you. “It’s for the best, though. We got some arrangements to do around here.” You rolled your eyes and groaned, and he laughed at your reaction, like he knew it was coming. “I know.. I know.. it won’t be too bad, promise.” He chuckled and patted your shoulder as he passed you, making his way towards the room in the back. You followed, eager to do whatever it was he needed your help with.

The hours passed fast enough, like it usually did with Frank. You had casual conversations, and even if there was silence it wasn’t an awkward one, thankfully.

He let you check the inventory, seeing if he got everything he ordered, while sitting back for a little while. Frank watched you as you looked at all the shelves, squinting your eyes at the numbers, seeing if they match the paper you were holding in your hands. He wasn’t a silent guy, and it became boring to just watch after a while. He licked his teeth for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

“So.. yer a smoker?” He asked with a smile, resting his arms on his knees as he kept looking at you. You chuckled and turned to look at him for a second, before continuing your task. “If I say yes I’m going to get fired?” You joked, like you could already see Franks teasing expression. He did chuckle, and fiddled with his fingers as he kept eyeing your back. “Nah. Y’know I’m not like that.” He got up with a small huff, walking towards you slowly, checking the paper in your hands from behind your back. You felt frozen in place and caught under his gaze, like you usually felt when he was close to you. Shaking yourself out of it, you continued. “Well, then yeah. I’m smoking with friends sometimes. My roommate smokes a lot, actually.” You replied, and moved to the other side of the shelf.

It took Frank a second to follow, but he eventually did, chuckling to himself. “I remember being your age, smoking whatever bullshit my friends got their hands on.” His eyes kept following your fingers as you scanned the checklist. “Y’know, I can hook you up with something real good.” His voice turned a little lower as he said that, even if the conversation was still considered casual. You gulped, suddenly very aware of his body heat practically pressed to your back. You tilted your head to look at him, cheeks immediately heating up at the sight of his eyes burning into yours. “Yeah?” You asked, throat dry.

Frank nodded. “Mhm. Shits expensive tho, we’ll have to share.” He chuckled, making the conversation light again, taking a step back and everything. You felt thankful and laughed with him, running your fingers through your hair. “You offer to share joints with everyone who works for you?” You joked, but kept your gaze on him for his reaction. He laughed, but his eyes had a glint behind them, one you almost recognized.

“Nah. Yer special.” Frank smiled, sitting back down in his chair. “Be good this week, and you’ll get to taste the real thing, capiche?” It was all very casual, but you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through you at his words.

After that conversation, the week couldn’t go by any slower. Frank was acting like nothing was going on, but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts spiraled. Was he actually planning on smoking with you? Does that mean you’ll sit with your hot manager after work hours? You spent your time organizing boxes in the back, zoned out and thinking about the possibilities.

Finally, Saturday noon arrived, and the store slowly cleared up until only you and Frank left. He counted the cash and closed the computer quietly, and you pretended to be busy, waiting for him to lock up. He headed towards the door after another minute, you right after him. “You got any plans for the night kid?” Frank asked as he locked the door, shoving the key down his pocket when he was done, his eyes stuck on you. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat before replying. “No, I don’t think so.” Your shoes suddenly seemed very interesting, you couldn’t bear the weight of his hazel eyes on yours.

He started to walk towards his car, smiling to himself as he noticed you hurrying to follow, your car being parked next to his. His hand was already on the door handle as he replied, and it took you a moment to tear your eyes away from staring at his fingers wrapped around it. “I think you were good. ‘think you deserve that joint. What do you think?” He asked, his voice joking and teasing, his signature smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at you, waiting for a response.

You licked your lips that suddenly felt very dry and chuckled to make yourself less embarrassed than you felt. You rubbed the back of your head as you nodded. “I think so. It’s either that or a bonus.. you pick.” You teased in return, even daring to stare back into his eyes. Frank smiled, eyebrows a little raised, seemingly impressed by your reply. He nodded in return, opening his car and dropping to the sit with a huff, eyes still on you. “Can I pick you up at 8? If it’s not too inappropriate, of course.” He smiled, showing teeth, hands flexing on the wheel.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you. Maybe dreams do come true. “I’ll text you my address.” You replied shyly, already taking a step closer to your car. Frank waved to you, eyes following your movements. “Sweet. See you then, sugar.” He called after you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You texted him your address as soon as you got home, deciding to keep your plans hidden from your roommate, who would probably judge you for it. But they didn’t see Frank like you did, so they can’t do that. You started to get ready, being way too anxious about it all. Taking a long shower, shaving, picking nice clothes to wear, and spraying an obnoxious amount of perfume. At 8 sharp, you got a call from him. Who the fuck calls these days? You expected a text, and it took you an extra awkward moment to reply before you did. Frank only let you know that he was downstairs, and you can take your time. You let out a long sigh, and ran your fingers through your hair. You slipped into a pair of shoes and shouted goodbye to your roommate before going downstairs almost embarrassingly fast.

Frank was waiting with the windows open, some shitty punk music playing on the speakers as he watched you through his shades, smirking already, like it was the only expression he had. You tugged a piece of hair behind your ear and got in the car, the smell of intense cologne and something that was purely him hit your nose, and you politely smiled in return. “Not awkward at all.” You noted with a giggle, watching him chuckle and get the engine running, leaving the park spot. He lived closer than you expected, and the chat on the way to his loft was casual enough. Work stuff. Nothing weird. It was almost like that night was going to be just as one of your work days.

His place looked just as you imagined it. Walls covered with guitars, selected paintings and vintage posters, and a dog that ran to the door the moment you entered. Frank patted it enthusiastically, accepting the licks and barks of adoration with great delight. He got up with a small huff, just in time to see you remove your jacket, getting comfortable. “Mi Casa Su Casa.” He added with a chuckle. You snorted, the way he talked reminded you of your dad. Your cheeks darkened at the thought as you kicked your shoes off, walking to the kitchen after him. “Beer?” He already handed you a can before you got to agree. It was very artistic. Clearly a special order. It made you smile as he cracked it open for you in your hand, taking a sip of his own, not removing his gaze from you.

You took a small sip, making a face at the bitter taste. Frank chuckled, licking the foam off his upper lip. “IPA. Not for everyone..” he raised a brow and let his hand slip on your lower back as he walked past you, heading towards the living room. You almost choked at the feeling, and hurried after him, trying your best to stay composed. You weren’t usually this naive, but being close to Frank made it difficult to act normal. He was so mature, charming.

Frank sat down and immediately fiddled with the tv remote, looking through the ridiculous amount of films he had saved. You sat at the corner of the sofa, not daring to move any closer, cradling the can of beer in your hands. He looked at you for a moment, before moving his gaze back to the tv. “Got anything against horror?” He took another sip, allowing his eyes to drag on you before meeting your eyes. You shook your head and turned it towards the screen, avoiding his gaze. “I like it a lot, actually.” You replied, pulling your knees to your chest. He hummed in approval, and pressed on Texas Chainsaw Massacre. “Personal favorite.” He added with a chuckle as he got up for a moment, retrieving a box and a lighter from the kitchen counter. You watched him curiously until he sat back down.

Frank opened the box, revealing a ridiculously organized line of joints. You snorted, putting your can down on the table. Frank giggled as he took one out, tapping on the filter. “I know, I know… told you it’s the good stuff, though.” He smiled, pulling the ashtray closer to the both of you. He lit the tip, letting it burn for a moment before taking a long, deep inhale. He let his eyes close for a moment, allowing the heavy smoke to enter his lungs before letting it out of his nose. You didn’t remove your eyes from him, the sight was almost mesmerizing, and you couldn’t help but stare. Frank eventually opened his eyes, offering it to you as he reached for his can for another sip. You grabbed it from him, taking a smaller puff that still somehow made you cough. You covered your face and chuckled into your fist as you spluttered, watching Frank giggling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Take it easy, kid..” he said as he grabbed the joint, the tip of his fingers touching yours for a second too long.

You took another sip as he took another long drag, his body already sinking deeper into the couch, face getting a little redder, smile getting a little bigger. Whatever it was you two were smoking, it was strong. Even for Frank. You kept exchanging the blunt between the two of you, falling into casual conversation with the obscene sounds of the slasher in the background. Frank got himself another can of beer and sat back down, closer to you than before. Heat was radiating off him, and it took everything from you to not lean closer, especially at the venerable state of mind you were in at the moment.

He took a sip, the foam staying on his mustache. It made you giggle, and before you got to stop yourself, you brought your hand to his face, wiping it off with the pad of your your thumb. You blushed hard at your actions, too frozen in place to break your gaze off from his burning hazel eyes. Neither of you moved for a long minute. You felt like a deer in headlights, and he didn’t want to scare you away. It was your ridiculous amount of attraction to him, or the smoke that clouded your senses, but you eventually brought your thumb to your mouth and sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the tip. Franks mouth fell agape at the sight, joint long forgotten on the table as his eyes fell to your parted lips. “Yer playin a dangerous game, sweetheart.” His voice was low and heavy as he dragged his eyes back to yours, one of his eyebrows raised, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah?” You replied, your throat dry as you stared back, not daring to move a muscle.

Frank nodded, slowly bringing his hand to your wrist, his tatted fingers clenched around it, creating a beautiful contrast against your skin. You blushed hard, and watched him bringing your hand to his face, wrapping his lips around the same thumb you just sucked on. It was your turn to stare in awe as he nibbled at the tip of it, his eyes burning holes into yours. He hummed at the taste before pulling your hand away, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your finger. “Gonna let me kiss you, pretty girl?” He breathed out, inching closer to you. You nodded, not being able to do anything else. He smiled and closed the gap between the two of you.

Franks lips were drier than yours. He pressed hard, gaining entrance the moment your mouth met his. His tongue rubbed against yours as he moved his hands to your waist, holding you closer as you dropped your feet to the ground, allowing him to pull you further against him. You felt almost limp in his arms, your lips moving on autopilot against his. Your head was spinning, and Frank was the only thing grounding you down to earth.

After a long minute he broke the kiss and got up, giving a small peck to your jaw as he did. He removed his shirt with a huff, revealing the ridiculous amount of tattoos that decorated his entire torso, not leaving any piece of skin exposed. You mouth practically watered at the sight, and you almost didn’t notice him taking another puff before leaning down to kiss you again, his hands on your cheeks this time, slowly blowing the smoke into your mouth as he kissed you hungrily.

You allowed the smallest moan to escape your mouth and into his, and Frank accepted it with a groan of his own. He tilted your head back, parting from you with a nibble to your lower lip. He smirked down at your lustful gaze as he slowly got to his knees, not removing his eyes from your face. Your mind was too slow to realize what was happening, and Frank was already working on the button of your jeans. You hurried to sit up and help him slide it off, and he thanked you with a kiss to your lower stomach, throwing your pants to the side, revealing your panties to him. He practically growled at the sight, and averted his gaze up to your shocked expression, still sat on his knees between your legs. “Can smell how wet you are through the fabric, babe. ‘S that all f’me?” He moved closer to your clothed pussy as he spoke, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing the patch of wetness that formed there with his fingers. You moaned and nodded, not being able to stop watching him.

Frank hummed and looked up at you again. His hair was slightly disheveled, pupils blown wide from lust, lips parted from want. “I bet you taste just as sweet as you look.” He whispered, and slowly removed the soaked fabric from you, throwing it to the side. You couldn’t even think of something to say in return before his mouth was on you. His lips were warm and wet around your clit, and you couldn’t help the loud whine that fell from your lips as the feeling. He smiled against you, and got to work. He licked your clit gently, his rough fingers massaging your thighs as he stared up at you. The faces you were making going straight to his cock, that was already hard and strained against his boxers. He smirked against you before bringing one of his hands to your hole, easing one of his fingers inside, immediately curling it upward. You arched your back with a moan, your thighs clenching around his head.

Frank pulled them back apart with his other hand and added another finger to your hole, both curling upward fast and driving you insane, hitting that spot inside of you over and over again. “Don’t get shy on me, sugar.” He groaned, and went back to sucking on your sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he built your climax with every small movement of his tongue and fingers. Your eyes rolled back as your thighs shook in his grasp. Frank didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, didn’t stop eating your clit like a man starved. He moaned against you as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, the sound sending you right over the edge. You came on his face and hand, breathing heavily on the sofa as he stayed on his knees, kissing your soft flesh, easing you through it.

When you finally collected enough energy to look at him again, he was already staring up at you, smirking and liking his lips, just pulling his fingers out of your hole. You whimpered, trying to compose yourself, but Frank was faster. Already getting back up slowly, holding your chin to tilt your head up so you’ll look at him. You looked wrecked, eyes a little closed as you looked right back at him.

He chuckled, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb as he fiddled with his belt with the other hand. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to a good use, huh?” He groaned out, sliding his belt out with one hand as you nodded, daring to lick the tip of his thumb. He smiled, moving his pants and boxers down to reveal his aching cock. The sight made you drool, mouth opening before your brain got to process what you’re about to do. Frank stroked your jaw gently as he held the base of his dick, tapping the tip against your stretched out tongue. “Good girl..” He huffed, a lustful edge to his voice. He stared down at you hungrily as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking at his tip, kitten licking his length. “C’mon sweet thing. Don’t tease me, baby.” Frank moaned, tugging your hair between his fingers. You moaned and did as you were told, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth and throat, bobbing your head slowly.

He smiled and moaned, mouth hung open as he moved your head on his cock, using your mouth like a flashlight. “That’s it, fuck, look at you. Such a good girl f’me, are you? Yer a good girl f’me?” He cooed, and you nodded eagerly, big eyes staring up at him, tears falling on your cheeks from how deep he filled you. Frank clicked his tongue, wiping your tears with his thumb, not stopping his movements. “Taking my cock so well, honey. Yer the best.. pretty little thing..” he choked out, a moan falling from his mouth, he was getting close.

Before you got to fully sink into the praise and the position, Frank pulled out, not wanting to cum just yet. “Fuck.. look at you.. already so fuckin cock drunk..” he chuckled, opening your mouth with his thumb, staring down at your tongue as he collected saliva in his mouth. He spat on your tongue, watching your eyes widening in pure ecstasy. “Fuckin beautiful..” he groaned, allowing you to close your mouth and swallow. “On yer hands and knees, baby.” He took a step back and watched you move to position as he grabbed the joint again, taking a long inhale, admiring your form.

“Good girl.” He blew the smoke out as he spoke, letting it surround the both of you. “Gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart? Gonna let me fill that pretty little hole?” Frank smacked your exposed asscheek, making you jolt and moan as you leaned back into his touch. He chucked, taking another inhale before putting it back down, freeing his hands to massage both of your asscheeks. “That’s what I thought.” He smirked, rubbing his tip against your soaked folds. “Gonna fuckin ruin you, baby.”

Frank sank into your pussy, watching your body tensing at the new feeling, your cheek pressed to the back of the sofa as you struggled to breathe. “That’s it.. shit..” he moaned, slowly moving his hips to help the both of you adjust to the new feeling. “Fuckin amazing, sugar. Yer fuckin amazing..” he breathed out, giving your ass another smack, just in time to feel you pushing your ass back, encouraging him to move. Frank chuckled, giving your back a loving stroke. “Greedy little girl.” He huffed out, smiling as he started to thrust. The sounds were obscene. You were so soaked and Frank was so hard, it took everything in him to not pound you into the sofa and cum faster than he’d like to admit was possible for him.

He held your hips with his big hands, rough fingers digging into your soft flesh as he fucked you hard and fast, moving your body so you’ll meet his movements over and over again. You were drooling against the couch, unable to think straight. All you could do was take Franks cock, and try to keep breathing. You moaned loudly as his tip hit that spot inside of you at every thrust, the sofa cricking beneath you. Frank was breathing heavily, sweating and staring at the way your ass looked under his fingers. You were absolutely perfect. He cursed under his breath, letting low moans escape his throats as he lost himself in the feeling.

“Fuckin perfect, baby. Look at you. Shit. Needed to fucking - ahh- to fucking have you like that.” He breathed out, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he kept pounding into you, fucking the air out of your lungs. “Gonna fill you up sweetheart. y-yer gonna fuckin take it, t-take it like a good girl.” He moaned and smacked you hard, coaxing a loud cry out of you. You could almost taste his cock on your tongue again. Frank moaned in return and filled you up with a final thrust, burying himself deep in your abused cunt. He breathed heavily for another minute, cursing under his breath before reaching to the ashtray behind him, grabbing the almost finished joint and taking a long inhale before passing it to you. You took a puff as he was holding it, blowing the smoke to the side as you turned to look at him.

Frank was breathing heavily above you, still buried in your hole, a drunk smile on his face. “Hey there.” He slowly left you, smirking at the sight of his cum dripping down your inner leg. You hummed, looking up at him lazily, stretching your arms towards him. He chuckled and sat back down, offering you a cigarette from a pack he had on his table. You took one with a smile and waited as he lit it for you, blowing the smoke to the side. Frank stroked your waist gently as you came down from your high, breathing heavily still as you cuddled up to him. “That wasn’t.. too weird, wasn’t it?” Your voice was shy again, it made him giggle, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. “f’course it wasn’t. Yer still scheduled with me on Monday, sweetheart.” Frank added with a smile, making you chuckle.

Gerard’s 49th bd special💋

I maybe got a little carried away and you maybe got two (!!!) smut scenes one of Dom Gee and one of Sub Gee so I expect love letters in my box xoxo

Age gap relationship (young reader), they’re so cute!!, kink discovery?, dom/sub Gee, dom/sub reader, pegging, anal stuff.

It was your boyfriend’s birthday in a couple of days.

You were desperate to make the day special for him, to show him how much you truly loved him, even if he already knew, and insisted that you don’t have to do anything. Blabbering about you being enough. You rolled your eyes at his sweet words every time, and went back to thinking about ideas.

It was a hard task. Gerard did have stuff he liked, he had lots of hobbies, and lots of interests. But he also had many things to satisfy those interests, and he honestly had way more money than you, and way more years of experience. So getting him a gift was definitely something you had to put your mind to.

You were scrolling on your phone, desperately trying to find something Gerard didn’t already have. You nibbled on your lower lip, too caught up in the activity to notice him creeping up on you. His hands on your shoulders made you jump, and your angry expression turned to a big flushed smile when you saw the big smile on his face. “Gee!” You giggled in return, immediately putting your phone down to give him a kiss.

Gerard kissed back with a hum, his long fingers moving to caress your jaw gently. “What’re you up to, sugar?” He mumbled out, lips all pressed to your face, not wanting to break contact with your skin. You smiled, your own hand moving to stroke his unshaven cheek. “Nothing much.” Your voice got all excited, you never managed to actually hide stuff from him. Gerard seemed to read you like an open book since the moment you started dating. “Yeah? Is that so?” You hated how shy his voice made you, even if it was nothing suggestive, you were always hot and bothered around him.

He hummed when you didn’t reply, and reached his hand to grab your phone. You immediately slapped it away, coaxing an amused chuckle out of him. “Baby, are you hiding stuff from me?” He teased. Gerard knew exactly what was going on, and the usual sentence of ‘you don’t need to get me anything’ was already on his tongue, but you stopped him with your finger on his lips. His eyes widened in slight surprise, but immediately softened as he gazed down at you, a sly smile on his face.

“I know what you’re going to say, but you better keep it to yourself, old man.” You barely managed to keep your tone serious as his eyebrow rose, watching you like he knew how turned on that sentence alone made you. You bit your inner cheek, a smirk creeping onto your face before you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, your legs already stretching to get up from the sofa. You tried to hop away from the living room all giddy, but Gerard was faster than you. His hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you towards him, your ass now pressed to the front of his pants, his chin resting on you shoulder as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck. You couldn’t even pretend to be upset, and immediately gave in to his touch.

“Gee..” you tried, the desperation in your voice giving away your true feelings, even if you tried to seem somewhat annoyed, like you had somewhere else to be. He only smiled against you, his perfect pointy nose pressed right under your ear, slightly rubbing it against the skin there. “Can’t spend some time with your old man, honey?” He teased, using your own words against you. You huffed, turning around to look at him. Your hands found his greying locks, your fingers rubbing his scalp as you gazed up at him, eyes full with adoration.

Gerard looked so pretty up close. He always looked pretty, but especially like this. Big hazel eyes staring down at you, smile lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, pink lips tugged to a grin, teeth showing, head tilted, unable to look away from you. It was the only sight you ever wanted to see. You sighed softly, and pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his with a soft hum.

He kissed back right away, his fingers cupping the back of your head, holding you there. You kissed for a long minute, your jaw already getting a little sore with it, along with your upper lips that got scratched from his stubble. It made you giggle and forced you to break the kiss, you stared at him a little breathlessly. Gerard smiled right back, his hands traveling down to your waist. “I think I want my early birthday gift now, if it’s alright with you, sweet thing.” He mumbled against your neck, already starting to kiss down from your jaw to the bottom of it. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and nodded, Gerard chuckled in return.

Your clothes were off in less than a minute. Gerard’s experienced hands and your enthusiasm made it rather easy. He kept kissing you through it, his hands greedily caressing your exposed body as he walked towards the sofa, until the back of your knees hit the edge of it, causing you to fall back with a soft giggle. He smiled looking down at you adoringly, nothing but love and lust behind his eyes. “Wanna feel you..” you mumbled, your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, causing him to stumble onto you with a huff. You smiled and made room for him between your legs, pulling him to a deep, passionate kiss, that turned hungrier as it went on. You let out a soft moan into Gerard’s mouth, and he eagerly swallowed it with his tongue, rubbing it against yours with the same amount of neediness.

His clothed cock found its place between your legs, right against the delicate material of your panties- the only item of clothing that left on your body. You sighed at the feeling, eyes rolling back as your legs wrapped around his hips, forcing him to fully loose balance and fall on top of you with a groan. Your fingers intertwined in his hair and you gave it a hard tug to deepen the kiss. Gerard responded with biting your lower lip, smirking down at you when you moaned, breaking the kiss for air. “Please, Gee.. fuck me..” you whined, hips rutting up to try and gain any friction from his rough, strained denim.

Gerard growled, pleased with your neediness. He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, licking his way into your mouth just for a second, feeling the taste of blood on your lower lip. He let out a soft moan, and hurried to push your panties down, his fingers finding your swollen clit right away. Gerard grinned, amused with your pleasure-washed expression as he rubbed rough circles against it, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving you mad every single time. You let out soft moans and pleads as you stared up at him, eyes almost completely closed from how good he made you feel.

Gerard looked down at you knowingly, his hair already a little stuck to his forehead from how hot he’s gotten. His lower lip was tucked between his teeth, pupils blown wide with lust. He let out a little chuckle, knowing you were getting close. “Gonna cum for me, honey?” He cooed, voice soft and velvety, like his dick wasn’t painfully hard in his pants. You let out an embarrassing whimper, nodding up at him pathetically. You were always so easy for him, and Gerard knew it. He smiled, his fingers never stopping, until he pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly, back arching off the sofa as you came, eyes crossing from pleasure. Gerard kept touching you through it, his teeth nibbling on your exposed neck as you threw your head back for him. He stopped when you were overstimulated, already knowing your body after a long while of being together.

You panted heavily, and it took you like three seconds to gain back composure, just enough to fiddle with his pants. Your hands were too shaky, and he quickly helped you to get the button open, along with the zipper and his boxers. He removed them just enough for his cock to spring out, hard and leaking against his lower stomach, decorated with greying hair and a smell of musk you were addicted to. You bit your lower lip, unashamedly moaning as the sight, your fingers immediately coming to stroke at his length, coaxing a soft groan from his parted lips as you found his tip. Gerard gave you a second to toy with him, before grabbing his base and slapping the tip against your wet folds. You moaned with a drunk smile, your walls clenching around nothing, already desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Need to feel you.. cmon..” you pleaded, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you could master, your hills digging into his lower back to push him closer. Gerard brought his other hand to give your boob a hard squeeze, smirking at your reaction, using the distraction to push the tip of his dick into your warm hole. “My impatient girl..” he groaned. Your eyes rolled back in surprise and pleasure, legs immediately opening further for him. Your mouth hung open as he kept pushing in an inch after an inch, until he bottomed out completely. Gerard let out a low moan, his hips jerking a little, getting used to the feeling of your wet cunt around his heavy cock. It felt amazing every time, he couldn’t get enough of you. He breathed heavily, letting his face rest between your boobs, pressing soft kisses there as he let you adjust to his thick length inside of you.

“Y’feel so good, my love.. how could I ask for anything else..” he mumbled against your chest, making you giggle and roll your eyes. “Jus’ fuck me, Gee.. m’gonna get you a gift anyway-fuck!” You whined and arched off the sofa as he pulled his cock out and shoved it back in after a second, knocking the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t help but let out a giggly moan, staring up at him like a complete addict that just got their drug. Gerard smirked and set up a pretty brutal pace right away, seeming determined to make you stop talking. You got the clue, and just let pleasure wash over you, moaning and whimpering shamelessly loud, knowing it got Gerard going.

He growled, appreciating your effort. His jaw went slack as he stared down at you, obsessed with watching you falling apart under him. The sound of his balls hitting your ass was obscene, along with his grunts and your moans. And he looked like a dream above you. Hair covering his face, lustful expression staring down at you with nothing but the need to ruin you, to mark you, to fill you up. His eyes closed for a second, allowing himself to bask at the feeling of your tightness around his cock. “Fuck..” he breathed out, head thrown back, mouth hung open. He was getting close.

You were moaning with him. It was late evening, you knew he wouldn’t last long, and an idea suddenly crossed your mind. You bit your lower lip, making sure to keep making soft noises to not get him suspicious. One of your hands traveled to his back, finding the soft flesh of his ass. You gave it a soft squeeze, but Gerard only moaned. It made you smirk. He didn’t even open his eyes, his thrusts getting more erratic the closer he got, mumbling sweet nothings about how amazing you felt, that you were made for him. Just lost in his pleasure. Your fingers inched closer to his hole, one of them now rubbing the rim of it.

Gerard did react to that. His eyes opened in slight stress as he stared down at you, missing one beat of his thrusts, but immediately going back to the brutal pace he set. his gaze was now plastered to you, slightly questioning, but also needy.

You bit your tongue, staring right back at him with a silent challenge, before you pushed your finger in. It was a weird feeling, new to you, but it didn’t seem new to him.

Gerard let out a low, throaty moan. A sound you didn’t get to hear from him before. It was like some of his self control crumbled away, letting a soft glitter of submission show in his lustful gaze. His hips stopped for a moment, and he looked down at you like he wanted to say something, to plead, to beg. But he couldn’t find the words. He ended up letting out a soft whine, his hips jerking, like his dick was begging for it too. You chuckled, suddenly high on power, and pulled your finger back. Gerard looked disappointed for a second, before you pushed two of your fingers into your mouth, making a whole show of sucking around them, making them as wet as possible.

Gerard moaned again, seemingly unable to close his mouth as he begin thrusting again, letting out small “please”s as he went on. You smirked, and put your fingers back where they were. You pushed one in, the position a little awkward, but you managed to curl it upward, searching for that spot you knew men had. There it was. His eyes rolled back, and you didn’t even get to push the second finger in before he came.

Gerard moaned your name, collapsing onto your torso from the sheer surprise of how sudden it was. He didn’t see it coming. He was panting heavily, hips still jerking and shaking, his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you up so perfectly. “o-oh god, shit.. fucking hell..” you giggled at his reaction, and were forced to pull your finger out because of the position, looking very pleased with yourself. You moaned with him, legs still holding him close. Your other hand played with his hair, helping him calm down from him high.

You heard him gulping, trying to gain his composure back. It usually looked differently after sex. You were cuddled up to him, utterly exhausted and in need of after care- it looked like the other way around right now. You unlocked something that was hidden deep in Gerard, and you were dying to find out more. You gave him another minute to breathe, doing nothing but massaging his scalp and his upper back, wherever you could reach. When you felt him calming down, your licked your lips, clearing your throat.

“So.. what was that?” You giggled, holding his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. Gerard was flushed from his head to his shoulders, his forehead sweaty, some of his hair stuck to it. He was still breathing a little heavily, and a shy little smile plastered to his face as you looked down at him. “Not sure what you’re talking about, sugar.” He responded, his voice all calm and composed again. You huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes, not even trying to hide how upset it made you feel. He always made you discover stuff about yourself. Being only with inexperienced men before him made you utterly bored, and Gerard always opened your eyes to new possibilities. You wanted to do the same for him.

“Oh come on!” You tried nudging at him, pouting, hell, even clenching around his spent cock. Nothing worked. Gerard only chuckled. slipping back into his comfort dominante zone, already kissing your neck gently, coaxing a sigh out of you. “Shh baby, it’s late, wanna shower and go to bed? Hm?” He cooed, knowing you couldn’t say no to any of that. Your body was exhausted, and you just grumbled in response. Gerard smiled and left your hole empty, but he immediately lifted you and carried you bridal style towards the bathroom, so you didn’t get to actually whine at the loss. You hated how much he loved you, and how much you couldn’t actually be mad at him.

You quickly found yourself in bed, cuddled up to him, the both of you warm and smelling like soap, wet hair clinging to your skin. You kissed goodnight, and Gerard was already fast asleep. But your mind, kept wandering.

……………………………

It was the morning of Gerard’s birthday. His gift was already ready and in your possession, away from his eyes and hands. He had some errands to run around until early noon, and then he promised to be all yours, until dinner reservations, at least.

You were a little nervous about your gift. Obviously, you also made sure flowers and balloons waited for him on the kitchen counter, along with a batch of his favorite bake goods you managed to get your hands on. But it didn’t feel like enough. You spent weeks trying to think about something cool and creative to get him, and it all ended up feeling not good enough, or something he already had. Until the sex you two had a few days ago. It was a game changer for you, and maybe if you played your cards right- for Gerard too.

You were familiar with pegging, strap ons, all of those stuff. But you never gave it an actual shot, and you were nervous about finding out if Gerard was actually into it or not. Trying to not think about it too much, you simply entered a website your friend recommended, and scrolled through the ridiculous amount of products. Harnesses, dildos, lube, whatever you could possibly need and more. It made you excited. The image of Gerard on all fours, face so red from how hard he would be breathing, barely able to stop himself from grinding back onto the dildo adjusted to your hips. It made you bite your lower lip, a familiar feeling spreading around your belly. You allowed yourself to toy around with the idea of dominating Gerard here and there, but never actually put it to the test. This time was going to be different.

You picked a classic leather harness, making sure it’ll look good squeezed around your hips and ass as you imaged yourself with it. You also got a regular dildo- a little smaller than Gerard’s dick, something that didn’t look too painful, but also not too overwhelming. Finally, you got some lube just in case the container you had home wouldn’t be enough. After paying extra for quick shipping, you were insanely giddy, trying your best to hide your gift from Gerard. Lucky for you, it arrived only a day before his birthday, and you didn’t have to try too hard. He promised you he’ll finish whatever work he had to do in the few days beforehand, so you two could spend his birthday weekend together.

So now, there you were. Standing in your bathroom, naked, and showered. Gerard just texted you that he was on his way, which meant you had to start getting actually ready. Anxiety crippled under your skin as you stared at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the harness on your hips, turning around to make sure it cupped your ass nicely enough for him. You smiled to yourself, unable to deny how good you looked. It made confidence slowly sip into your brain, and you allowed yourself to let that dominate mindset you neglected to take over.

Gerard was usually the one in control, and you were ready to prove you had it in you. You checked yourself out a few more times, before wrapping yourself in a silky lace robe, spraying some more perfume on your entire body. You had some makeup on, and truly, you felt like the gift for Gerard. So you were certain he’s going to love it. Obviously, you didn’t have the dildo strapped onto you just yet, and you decided to place it under your pillow. The bottle of lube also waited on the bedside table, and you were very eager to start.

Just as you patted the pillow back down, Gerard slipped his keys into the keyhole, and you practically hopped towards the living room to greet him. You ran your fingers through your hair, making sure you look decent enough, as you helped him in by pulling the door towards you. It hid the way you were dressed just for another moment as you smiled at him. “Happy birthday baby!” You squealed, pulling him into your home and immediately hugging him, not allowing him to catch any glimpse of the way you dressed for him just yet.

He smiled and hugged you right back, his big hands finding their place on your waist as he inhaled the scent of your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you, sweet thing.” He mumbled through kisses, smiling against you, awkwardly closing the door with his back. You chuckled against his neck, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw before pulling back, allowing him to properly look at you.

Gerard’s eyes immediately turned dark, and you felt more exposed than ever. You were in fact naked under that robe, and it’s not like it left much for the imagination anyway. But his gaze made you feel like he could stare right into your soul. Your breath hitched, heart beat raising to your ears as he stared at you. “Is that for me, darling?” He asked, his voice already huskier as his finger traced the delicate material of your robe. You nodded, clearing your throat to remind yourself you were in control of the situation. Gaining a little composure, you managed to wear a soft smirk on your face, swaying your hips as you took a step closer, placing your hands on his chest. “Thought I’d surprise you..” you whispered, already getting started on opening the upper buttons of his shirt, planting kisses on every inch of skin you exposed. Gerard huffed out a laugh, allowing you to work as his hands studied your form. When his shirt was fully opened and pooling around his elbows, he found the strap under your robe.

He took a step back, his eyebrow raised and a questioning smile on his face as be looked at you, hands not moving from your body. “What do we have here, honey?” His voice already wore that signature dominant tone that made your knees weak, but you didn’t fold. You only smirked in return, licking your teeth as you removed his shirt completely, causing his hands to break contact with your hips. Gerard groaned in frustration, but it was only playful. He didn’t know what you planned just yet.

You hummed, letting your hands stroke his bare, soft torso. Your fingers playing with the soft patch of greying hair on his chest. You loved his body, loved how he looked. Gerard rarely got actually insecure, but you still loved praising him whenever he allowed you to. You started to nibble on his collarbone, sucking a bruise onto the delicate flesh, coaxing a soft moan out of Gerard, who was pretty caught by surprise from the whole thing. He put his hands back on your body, but this time just to stabilize himself, allowing you to do whatever it was you planned. You pulled back, admiring your work, before grabbing his hands and pulling him after you, making your way to your bedroom. He huffed out a laugh, but eagerly obeyed, playing into your game. “So eager, are we?” He teased, and you pushed him onto the bed with a smile. “Yep.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at you playfully, his hands resting at the side of his body, chest raising an falling a little faster than usual.

You bit your lower lip and looked down at him, the sight was mesmerizing. His slightly pudgy stomach resting above his belt, pants slightly tented between his parted thighs, hair a little disheveled, and eyes filled with love… and lust. It made a feeling of warmth spread between your legs, and you couldn’t help but approach him, your hands holding his jaw gently as you pushed your tongue into Gerard’s mouth. He eagerly kissed back, and you swallowed his little groans as he tried to dominate the kiss, but you didn’t allow him to. After a long minute, you broke it, and tugged his lower lip hard between your teeth. Coaxing a pathetic little yelp out of him. You chuckled and took a step back before he got to react. “Feeling feisty today, are we, sugar?” Gerard smiled, already breathless, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared up at you.

You nodded. “You have no idea.” Your voice was husky, suggestive. It made his dick twitch. Gerard wasn’t used to you acting like this, and it made him very, very interested. And curious. Before he got to ask anything else, you already started to remove your robe. Your movements were impossibly slow, and your gaze never broke away from his. When you were finally done and dropped the robe to the ground, Gerard’s breath hitched. The harness came to view, along with your bare tits, and your entire body that he loved so much. He didn’t know what to look at first. The way your breasts sat so beautiful, or the way the leather pressed on you hips, or the way your eyes filled with lust as you looked down at him. He gulped, adjusting the front of his pants with his hand, his cock now completely hard against the rough denim.

You smirked at his reaction and started to walk towards him, making sure your hips sway with each step. Your finger found his chin, and you lift his head up so he’ll meet your gaze. “Do you know what that is, Gee?” You cooed, acting like Gerard was some inexperienced virgin, and for some reason- it made him insanely horny. He groaned, hips shift as he gave you a quick nod. You smiled down at him, lifting one of your brows. “Care to tell me?” He quickly licked his lips, suddenly wanting nothing but to please you. “I-It’s a harness.” He tired, his voice already weaker and shakier than what he remembered it was. It made you feel powerful, made you feel like you truly had him wrapped around your little finger now. Maybe you did. “That’s right. and do you know why I’m wearing it right now?” You kept going, that little back and forth making the both of you needier by the second.

Gerard gulped again, his thighs pressing together. You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan just at the sight. He looked on the verge of taking his cock out and stroking himself from nothing but that. “f-for a dildo?” He tried, his voice so so low you barely heard it. You hummed and nodded. “Good job, baby. And what am I going to do with that dildo?” You kept going, finding more and more confidence within yourself as you continued. Gerard did let out a little moan now. The bottom of his palm pushed down onto his aching clothed cock as he stared up at you through his lashes. “..fuck me?” That was basically a whisper. And it was more than enough. You stroked his cheek delicately, biting your lower lip. “Only if you’ll allow me to. Do you want me to fuck you, Gee?” You asked, maintaining the dominant, suggestive tone. Even if the question was sincere. Gerard nodded a little too fast, coaxing a giggle out of you. “Remove your pants for me.” You took a step back, and rested your hands on your hips as Gerard eagerly followed your order. You smirked and watched him throwing his pants on the floor, hurrying to get his boxers down right after. His cock was hard and strained against his stomach, and you couldn’t help but stare for a second. “Go to my pillow.” He quickly did as you told, grabbing the dildo from under it, letting his mouth fall open from the sight alone.

“Yeah? You like it?” You smiled as he brought it back to you, letting you take it from his hands as he nodded. “How did you know.. like, I’ve been wanting to try it..” you shushed him with a soft kiss, adjusting the dildo to the front of your harness as your lips chased his. When you moved away from him, it was already well adjusted, and you allowed him to take a look. “Just a lucky guess..” you smiled, watching Gerard as he stared down at your new dick. It made you feel a kind of way. Maybe that’s how Gerard felt before fucking you, when you looked at his cock like that. Like it was the whole world. You didn’t have to say another word, and Gerard already got to his knees before you. It made a soft noise escape from your mouth. Watching him acting so submissively made you ache, and you couldn’t wait to have him bent over for you.

His tongue darted out, big hazel eyes staring up at you through half closed eyelids. You hummed in approval, your hand founding the back of his head, fingers intertwining between his greying locks as you pushed his face closer to the tip. Gerard’s eyes closed as he wrapped his pink lips around it, letting his tongue taste the material, the feeling coaxing soft moans out of him. You were in pure awe. Gerard looked breathtaking on his knees, taking your cock into his mouth. It was everything you hoped for and more. You had to remind yourself it was about him, because the feeling between your legs got more intense as the seconds passed.

He quickly took more and more of the length into his mouth, the drool dripping to his chin not stopping his eagerness to swallow as much of it as he could, until the tip of his nose touched your leather harness. You smiled down at him, stroking his hair tenderly. “Good boy, Gee.. fuck.. look at you..” you bit your lower lip, watching him getting the dildo all wet and ready. Shit, you really needed to see him wrecked already. “That’s enough..” you breathed out, and he was sad to pull back, but followed your orders anyway. His mouth was open and wet from drool, tongue resting on his lower lip as he stared up at you pathetically. “You look so pretty like that..” you praised, and he gave you a drunk smile in return. “You’re teasing me, sugar..” his voice was hoarse from sucking, it made you giggle. “Get on the bed, before I change my mind..” you gave his hair a little playful tug, that only made him want you more. Gerard quickly got on the bed, already on all fours. “Look who’s needy now, huh?” You positioned yourself behind him, stretching your arm to reach the bottle of lube on the bedside table. Gerard blushed hard, and didn’t move. You had to relax him.

You hummed, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his hole and your fingers, along with the dildo. You got everything nice and wet, before bringing one of your fingers to his rim. Gerard’s breath hitched, and he dared to turn his head to look at you. You smirked in return, and kept massaging the soft ring of muscle, you other hand stroking his ass and the back of his thighs. “Gonna take it nice and slow, okay baby?” You asked, genuinely wanting to make that experience as good as you could for him. Gerard nodded, biting his lower lip. “Please..” he whined, already pushing his ass back.

You smiled, and pushed your finger inside. Gerard moaned, allowing his head to drop down, fingers digging into the mattress as he basked in the sensation he already managed to forget. Your palm faced the ceiling as you started to work him open, the tip of you finger searching around until it found the spot that made his toes curl, and a high pitched moan drop from his mouth. You smiled and kept rubbing it over and over again, until his breath was nothing but a hot, ragged mess. “Ready for another one?” You asked, and he quickly nodded, letting out a little ‘hhmp’ as he did. You obliged, adding another finger to his hole, collecting some lube from his rim as you did.

Gerard arched, a low, throaty moan leaving his mouth as both of your fingers rubbed at his prostate. You kept massaging his asscheeks with your other hand, making him as relaxed as possible for your dick. It wasn’t too hard. In short minutes, Gerard was moaning and whimpering continuously, hips rutting back into your hand, seeking for more friction. His dick was painfully hard between his legs, already oozing precum at the tip. You bit your lip, and bent down to press kisses onto his back. “Ready for my cock, baby?” Gerard huffed, his eyes snapping open at the question. “f-fuck.. please, baby.. please..” he whined, and you pulled your fingers out before he even got to finish the sentence. You stroked your dildo before placing the tip against his entrance, sending a shiver through him.

You didn’t move just yet, and only rubbed the tip against him, spreading lube around, getting Gerard all needy for you. After seconds that felt like hours, Gerard let out a desperate whine, turning his head to look at you. “Fucking hell, darling, please, fuck me..” his voice was so broken. So quivery. You couldn’t say no.

It was slow, but inch after inch, you filled up his hole with your cock. You watched in pure fascination as his hole stretched around it, your fingers squeezing and massaging his asscheeks to help him take it more easily. Gerard moaned, lower lip tucked between his teeth, eyes crossed with pleasure. It was fucking amazing. He let out little embarrassed giggles as he got used to the feeling of being filled up, and you couldn’t be happier to be the one doing it for him. “That’s it.. my good boy.. look at you, taking my cock so well..” you cooed, giving his ass a little slap that made him whine. Gerard pushed his ass back, signaling you it was okay to start fuck him properly. And you did just that.

You started to thrust, just like Gerard usually did to you. You held his hips and pounded into his tight hole, feeling it get more loose with every thrust. His voice was like music to your ears. “o-oh god, baby, shit.. feels fuckin amazing, fuck..” Gerard moaned, sounding on the verge of tears from how good it felt. The tip of the dildo found his prostate over and over again, until he was nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. Bent over for you, mumbling pleads for you. Exactly like you wanted him.

You felt Gerard was getting close. His legs were shakier, and you had to actually pay attention to holding his hips so he won’t fall flat onto the mattress. You decided to take pity on him, and brought your hand to his neglected cock, starting to stroke it ever so gently. Gerard let out a long, loud moan, letting his head fall as he allowed your hand and your dick to drive him over the edge.

“so good- ahh- oh god, s’fuckin’good… momma-mommy.. ts amazing, shit-“ Gerard whined loudly as he came all of your hand and the blanket underneath him. Your head was so clouded. His words were almost enough to make you cum too. You never imagined him sounding like that for you, getting so broken from your touch. It made you feel special. You kept stroking him and thrusting into him through it, making sure he was completely spent before removing your hand from his cock. Gerard panted heavily, finally allowing himself to collapse onto the bed, ignoring how messy it was. You gently pulled out of his hole, hearing him whimper tiredly in return. You mumbled soft praise as you removed the harness from yourself, immediately cuddling him from the back, pressing kisses to his shoulder, neck and head. Wherever you could reach.

Gerard smiled drunkly, cuddling up to you like a sleepy cat. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him enjoy his moment. He looked blissed out. Hair plastered to his face, cloud of submission still floating around in his brain, his eyes half closed.

Uuuggghhh a lot of vampire concepts descriptions ig. Messy as hell. He needs you so bad. Pathetic Gee. I probably won’t remember this in the morning.

He’d try so fucking hard to hold back. It’d take all of his willpower. Gerard was all about trying to keep you safe, trying not to hurt you, to feed on anything else but your flesh and blood. Even if it was all you wanted.

You wanted his fangs buried in your skin. His lips pressed to you as he sucked a mouthful after mouthful of blood, whining and moaning in pure bliss as the taste of you filled his mouth, clouding his senses.

It was all you wanted, and yet, he didn’t give it to you.

Gerard wasn’t a young vampire. He knew what it meant, he knew how hard it was to separate from your neck once he started, he knew how hard it was to stop sucking the liquid of life out of your veins. And yet, you didn’t stop begging him for it.

You were laying on your bed. Trying to best to look seductive. To look…. Appetizing for him. Your head was tilted back, your neck completely exposed to him. All he needed was to take a bite. Gerard circled the room, pretending he didn’t notice. Pretending that all he did was arranging the place, like he wasn’t starved out of his mind. He tried to push the need back. He really did. But you looked so good. Too good.

“Sugar.. cover up for me, please?” He’d try, his voice all desperate and needy, shaky from nothing but the sight of you laid there before him. The slightest of smiles tugged at your lips as you eyed him, gaze lingering on his hunched over form. His body giving up the control before his mind allowed him to.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you only stretched yourself further on the bed. “What’s wrong, Gee? Saw something you like?” You teased, a giggly edge to your voice as you stared right back at him, not giving him any option to break eye contact. Your gaze was far too enchanting for him.

Gerard cursed under his breath and inched closer to you, his fangs digging further into his tongue as he tried his best to to hold back, tried his best to stay as composed as he could for you. But you looked so delicious. So fucking good. And you knew what you were doing. You wanted it. He tried to push that thought away. But it kept coming back. You wanted it. You wanted his fangs in your throat. You wanted your blood to flood into his mouth, you wanted his fingers digging deep in your hips as he drank mouthful after mouthful of blood from your system.

“Honey, please..” his voice was so quivery. Like he didn’t actually mean it. He knew he wanted it… and the need to hold back was closer and closer to disappearing completely. All he saw was you. It was like your blood pumped in his ears, like your heart was beating just for him. “Fuck..” he practically whimpered as he inched closer to you, back a little hunched, teeth clenched in an uncomfortable way, like to hold his body back was physically hurting him.

Gerard started to climb on the bed. Walking on his hands and knees like a caged animal. It made your heartbeat faster, your fingers to dig into the sheets. You watched him closely, your eyes never breaking from his. “Gee.. please..” you whispered, coaxing a soft groan out of his mouth. It was too much for him. He couldn’t hold back.

In less than a second, his fangs were digging deep into the sensitive flesh of your neck. You whined loudly, your head thrown back as you breathed heavily, trying to keep yourself composed as he drank from you, not wanting him to regret any of it. “Oh fuck, Gee.. shit..” you whimpered, and he groaned in approval in return, far too drunk off your taste to try and respond to you. “Sweetheart.. oh god..” Gerard managed to mumble between gulps, licking his bloody lips before digging back in. It was clouding his mind. The taste of you was like a drug to him, and he knew he shouldn’t have start, since he couldn’t hold back right now.

It was too much for him. His hips were snapping forward freely as he kept drinking from you. Your blood was dripping down to his chin and neck as all form of self restraint oozed away from his body at the pace of your blood sipping down his throat. His was blissed out. Brows frowned upward in pleasure, eyes rolled back. His dick was hard and painful, caged behind his rough denim as he tired to gain any sort of friction unsuccessfully. It was rather pathetic.

You arched for him, and Gerard was nothing but thankful. His fingers were digging deep into your hip, his other hand holding the back of your head delicately as he kept drinking from you, his hard clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. “Yer fuckin ruining me, sugar..” he mumbled against your neck, taking a break to inhale you scent deeply, his pink tongue darting out to clean any access of dried out blood from your skin, soft moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as he did. It all went straight to your pussy, coaxing soft moans and pleads out of you too.

It was all he needed. Your soft voice clouded his head as he dug back in, sending a jolt of painful pleasure right through you. He held you through it as he rubbed harder against your thigh, sending himself over the edge. The mixed feeling of his hard cock against his denim and your thigh, along with your blood on his tongue, made his dick twitch violently as he came with a loud moan, forcing his mouth to detach from your neck. Gerard panted heavily as he felt the weight of his warm cum filling his pants and boxers, all he could do was stare down at you and moan helplessly, his hair pathetically covering his face, stuck onto his sweaty forehead.

Trailer trash Gee os inspired by ‘977’ (pretenders) @h1blood

He hits you with his belt ! Abusive behavior , he’s a crybaby tho , wants to make you feel better right after 💋

You married Gerard a few months back. If you could call whatever it was your marriage day. You two were drunk the night before, and he took a dusty box out of his jeans pocket. The ring inside was beautiful, and he said something about it belonging to his family.

You offered your hand to him and he slipped it on, mumbling how beautiful you looked with it, grabbing your hand and gently kissing your knuckles.

You were used to being with Gerard.

He had late night shifts, and usually came back to your van drunk out of his mind, and just crashed for the night. The weight of him as he hit your old bed would stir you awake, and you had to push your tears back down as you tried to fall back asleep, realizing that was your life now.

You did try to bring it up, once.

Gerard was back home rather early. Earlier than usual, at least. You were still sitting on your shabby sofa, staring at whatever random show that was playing on the tv, it was the only light source in the small space you liked to call your living room.

He stumbled in, his short black hair all disheveled, smelling of his usual liquor and cigarette smoke that clung to him like second skin by now. He shoved the door open with so much force the little lamp on the ceiling rattled. You gulped, your entire body tensing up.

You were used to this. One of his bad days. One of his violent moods.

You didn’t say anything, and only watched him as he threw his overused jacket on the nearest chair. When he started to fiddle with his belt buckle, you got up. Already defensive.

Gerard would sometimes hit you. When he had a bad day, when you talked back, whenever he felt like it, Whenever he was too drunk to realize what was going on. And you could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was pretty darn close. Pupils blown wide, breath coming out in short pulses.

You inched closer to him, feeling a sudden surge of courage. You wanted out. No, you needed out.

You saw those girls on tv. You caught up with your friends from high school. You knew you could be in a better place. With a better house. A better husband.

“Gerard, we need to talk.” You tried, voice all quivery as you watched him inching closer to you, just like you were towards him. He was just done with taking the belt out of his torn jeans, and was folding it in his hands as he gazed down at you, his signature toothy grin plastered on his pale face. He looked scary. Menacing.

“Yeah? Wanna talk, sugar?” He groaned, and you could feel the power over the situation crumbling between your fingers. Per usual. Gerard was the one to decide if, when, and where you’d have those little ‘conversations’.

He was inches away from you, and now beckoned you towards the wall with his body, the opposite from what you were trying to do.

You tried anyway. You gaze dropped to the leather belt in his hands, eyes wide with fear. “I-I don’t think we’re good for each other..” your voice was so soft. Barely audible with the soft hum from the tv, along with Gerard’s rigid breaths.

He only chuckled, swinging the belt so it rested on his shoulder as he stared down at you. He removed his sunglasses, throwing them on the sofa. You flinched at the sudden movement, and it only made him chuckle harder.

“Actin like I beat you up or sum, doll?” He put his finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you’ll meet his gaze. The shadows under his eyes were dark. He looked like he had a bad day. A ping of guilt went through you, but you pushed it right down. He knew. You both knew that he was in fact hitting you, and that you weren’t happy for a while.

Gaining composure, you decided that it was now or never.

“Gerard- I’m sorry.. I’m-I’m leaving you..” you dropped your gaze to your hands as you attempted to remove his ring from your finger. His hands were faster than yours.

With a sudden movement, Gerard grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands. His grip was so hard and you cried out when he didn’t let go. “Shit-Gee, please.. cmon.. y-you’re unhappy too, we can’t live like this anymore..”

You tried, tears dripping down your cheeks at this point. He was so… scary.

Towering above you like that, all trace of gentleness in his big hazel eyes was gone. It made a shiver crawl up your spine. You hated seeing him like that. Like even the parts of Gerard you held onto were gone. The parts where he cared for you, where he brought food to your table, where he kissed you like he was afraid you’ll disappear.

“See that ring on yer fuckin finger, sugar?” He gripped your hand hard, hard enough to bruise. His eyes burning holes into yours from how intense his gaze was. “Means y’fuckin belong to me. Get it?” He hissed through clenched teeth, his other hand still clutching the belt tight.

You gulped, eyes flickering down to the belt. You knew what was coming.

Gerard raised his hand, slapping you hard across the face at least he was nice enough to use the leather part, and not the metallic buckle.

You flinched hard, a loud whine leaving your mouth as you fell to the floor- mainly from the sheer surprise and sudden harsh movement. Your cheek stung, already smartening up, making half of your face all numb. You covered your cheek with you hand, dragging yourself back on your ass, small whimpers falling from your parted lips, your face already wet from tears.

Gerard shook with the adrenaline. He walked after you, not trying to make you move faster. He had something twisted, dark behind his eyes. You whined, feeling scared and helpless as you clumsily climbed on the sofa, sitting on it instead of the floor after you bumped your back against the edge of it.

Gerard’s eye twitched before he raised the belt again, but it wasn’t with the same amount of confidence. You flinched, hard. You eyes wide and tearful as you stared up at him, your arm covering your face.

That’s when he dropped the belt.

It fell to the floor with a loud thump noise, straight on the buckle.

Right after the belt, Gerard fell on his knees.

You watched the situation unfold with pure horror washed over your face. Breathing so fast you were barely able to get any air to your lungs at all.

The tears came next.

Gerard started to shake violently as a loud whine ripped through his chest. His cheeks got covered with tears almost immediately as he tried to breathe through it, but to no avail. He stared down at his hands, and then right back at your face, looking absolutely pathetic. He had a miserable expression on his face, brows frowned in sadness as he kept crying, whimpering small sorrys as he dragged himself closer to you, still on his knees.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move.

You just kept staring down at him, and you hated yourself for it- but something in your chest ached.

The big, scary Gerard was on his knees for you. Eyes filled with tears, face red from it and from how he struggled to breathe. He brought his hands to your thighs, and they were shaky too. You still didn’t push him away. He stroked your clothed legs, tracing small shapes as he looked up at you, sniffling.

“Shit.. im s’fucking sorry, y/n..”

His voice was trembling almost as much as his hands. He took a deep breath and buried his face in your knee for a moment, whining to himself.

You couldn’t help the feeling of power that flooded your chest. You allowed him to stay there, looking absolutely wrecked as he begged for forgiveness. You were suddenly very aware of how painful your ring finger felt, right where he clenched it.

Lost on that train of thoughts, you didn’t notice how Gerard started to softly kiss your knees, still whimpering quietly, the tears falling freely on his cheeks.

“l-let me make it up to you, sugar.. didn’t mean to hurt you.. y’know I never wanna hurt my pretty girl..”

Gerard gently grabbed your hand, even when you flinched away from him, he held you anyway. He pressed a kiss on your ring, his eyes burning into yours, something unreadable behind his piercing gaze.

You took a deep, shaky breath in as you looked down at him. You knew it was one of his tricks. You knew it a cycle that will never end…

But fuck. Deep down, you knew..

when you saw him cry, you knew that he loved you. He cried because of you.

He didn’t need your permission or anything, but you didn’t push him away. And that was enough for him.

Gerard whined softly as he pressed more kisses to your inner thighs, his hands gently traveling upwards to the hem of your pants, until he was playing with the button, lips never leaving the rough denim.

His eyes were stuck on your face as he opened your pants, shuffling them downward until they pooled around your feet. His gaze snapped to your clothed cunt as his rough fingers removed your panties, exposing it to him. Gerard inhaled deeply, licking a long strip from your inner thigh to your folds.

You threw your head back with a choked whine, your hand flying to his hair, fingers intertwining with his black locks.

He moaned deeply, letting his eyes close at the feeling of slight pain, before he buried his face in your warmth. Tongue lapping greedily in your hole as the tip of his nose pressed against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

At a harder tug of his hair, tears started to fall from his eyes again. He was on an emotional edge anyway, and it was enough to push him over it yet again.

Gerard kept eating you out like a starved man, crying against your skin as he coaxed moans and high pitched whimpers from your parted lips.

“So fuckin gorgeous.. could taste you all day, sweet thing..” he mumbled against your pussy before diving back in, even more violent with it. You could feel your orgasm nearing, eyes wide and staring down at him, face washed with pleasure.

“All I ever wanna do.. jus wanna make my baby feel good, never gonna hurt you again, pretty girl. Wanna take care of you..”

Gerard kept on mumbling sweet nothings, his hips now rutting into the air as he pushed you over the edge. You came on his face with a loud moan of his name, thighs locking around his head.

He moaned with you, and after a long minute of overstimulating you, he finally came to a stop. He stared up at you, eyes drunk with pleasure, cheeks wet from your fluids and his tears all together. The sight was maddening, and you hated yourself for being so fucking easy.

Deranged lltbp Gerard that gets so wild in bed with you, to the point where he can’t think about anything but abusing your pretty little body.

He needs to have everything in display for him, every piece of your delicate skin laid before him on the mattress.

He bites, he scratches, he stares, he drools, he fucks you until you can’t breath, nails digging into his back in a silent plea for him to go easier on you.

One time, you begged a little too hard, made it sound like you didn’t want his cock. He couldn’t handle that thought.

Gerard grabbed his boxers, turning it into a tight ball in his fist before shoving it down your open, drooling, crying mouth. Your eyes rolled back as he shoved it a little too far down, clogging your airways.

He’d smile and chuckle manically, voice all loopy as he spoke.

“n-no more big salty tears for me-e, dove? h-huh?”

Gerard giggled, not moving his hand from your face, watching your eyes widen in panic as you felt your heartbeat getting faster as your body panicked from the lack of oxygen.

He kept his cock buried deep inside of you, enjoying your warmth and tightness as your face got almost purple, getting more and more limp under his weight.

“ya look s-so pretty like that, doll. a-all f’me,, yeah?”

Hi :3 yes pls… smug mf..

Okaaaay a bit smutty I’m sorry I can’t hold back

2007 Gerard would be all smug as he was getting ready for a show, and he always pouted when you didn’t feel like going.

He would smirk, putting his signature grin on as he flexed his arms under the leather jacket, walking over to you like a cat.

“Cmon sugar.. y’know you can’t miss me there.”

He’d tilt your head up with his finger, pressing it right under your chin before chuckling and walking away, just as you got flushed.

He’d kiss you goodbye, all filthy, open mouthed and needy.

Mumbling a quiet “better be awake when I’m back..” as he slapped your ass before leaving the house.

2007 Gerard knew he owned you. And he wasn’t shy about showing it.

Walking around in public with his hand on your hip, long fingers threateningly close to your clothed ass as you walked hip to hip, he always kept you close.

When he spoke to you in public, his sharp nose always dug to the side of your face, pressing a quick kiss there every chance he got. He liked keeping you on your toes. Reminding you who you belong to, especially when he was approached by fans all the time.

He’d sign some signatures, flashing his perfect toothy grin to everyone, it made jealousy swim in your lower stomach. You’d stand right behind him, watching as he was hunched over some books, papers and pictures, all waiting for his signature.

Gerard hummed in delight, basking in the praise like a cat that fell in a bowl of milk. It would radiate off him.

When he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you away, you’d jump from the sheer force of it. He wasn’t gentle with you. Not when he knew you were his, and especially when he was high on adrenaline from the fans. His ego pulsing with it.

When 2007 Gerard got you to himself… it was a different story.

Gentle was off the table. And as much as he loved brining you to an orgasm after an orgasm, he’d chase his pleasure just as much.

And when he was after a very successful show? He was desperate to remind you who was in control.

Pinning you down onto the mattress, his big hand holding your wrists above your head as his hips snapped forward hard and fast, nailing himself deep in your pulsing core.

“Feel that cock, baby? y-yeah? Yer fuckin drunk from it already.. c-can tell by yer pretty lil face..”

He’d tease you, panting from how much energy he put in each thrust, desperate to make you feel his dick for hours later.

He loved seeing your legs shaky afterwards, as he was lighting a cigarette, laying on bed with one arm supporting the back of his head.

He’d eye you up as you hissed in slight pain from how hard he just fucked you, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

If he was eating you out… he’d make you beg for it.

“What was that, sugar? Need me? Need me where?”

He’d smirk between your legs, tongue licking your folds as he kept his eyes on you.

“Better keep watching, baby. Or I’ll stop..”

He’d mumble, voice rough, before wrapping his lips around your clit, coaxing a high pitched moan out of you.

It’d make him grin, chucking against your pussy before he pushed two fingers in, immediately curling them upwards.

“Right there, huh, babe? Look at you.. fuckin melting on me from nothing.. so fucking easy, my needy girl..”