Cherry Bomb
In which Gerard acts out to get your attention, and he bites off a little more than he can chew.
Content warnings: dom reader, sub G, riding, degradation, edging-adjacent, slapping, burning, power dynamics, punishment
Word count: 1.7k
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Heâd been an asshole all night.
You had gone to some party together, and all evening he was in a pissy mood, huffing and rolling his eyes and snapping at you for seemingly no reason at all.Â
You were ready to go home by only 10pm because of his attitude, and as soon as you closed the apartment door you whirled on him.Â
âWhatâs your deal, Gerard?â you ask, very nearly glaring at the aloof man standing by the kitchen.
To make you even more frustrated, he crosses his arms petulantly. âNothing,â he huffs, âIâm fine.â
You wish you could grab him and shake some sense into his (infuriatingly pretty) head, but you force yourself to take a breath. âThatâs not true,â you say, advancing on him slowly, closing the distance between the two of you. âYouâve been in a bad mood all night.â
You havenât taken off your heels yet, and they give you a good inch on him as you stand before him. Leaning down a little to be eye level, your voice is lower, almost a growl. âWhy are you being a dick?â
Gerardâs eyes had been widening subtly the closer you stalked towards him, and now that youâre close enough for him to touch, his little act faltersâbig hazel eyes, disarmed stance, no smartass retort ready on his tongue.
But what really gives him away is the way he leans forward towards youâsubtly, barely a half inch. But you notice.
And it clicks: nothing is really wrong, and Gerardâs not actually in a bad mood. He just wanted to get under your skin.
âOh, I see,â you drawl. âYou were a brat all night because you wanted my attention.â
Gerard opens his mouth to protest, to argue, but you beat him to it.
âDonât try and tell me Iâm wrong. You wanted my attention so bad that you had to be an asshole? Well, youâve got it now, baby.â
Five minutes later you had him naked and on his back in your bedroom, window open, letting in the crisp chill of the night.
Youâre riding his cock with a disinterested expressionâif âridingâ is even the right word for it. Itâs closer to cockwarming with a little rock or shift every now and then.
Youâve had him like this for twenty minutes.
Gerard is barely holding onto his sanity beneath you. When you first climbed on, he was smirking and all too eager to grab your hips and pull you onto him. But now, heâs begging for it to stop. Every time you feel him start to soften inside, you move just enough to get him fully hard again.Â
The urge to slam yourself down onto him again and again until youâre both panting, sweaty wrecks is tempting, but he has a lesson to learn.
âHoney, please⊠I canâtâŠâ he whines, one hand still clutching your hip, the other squeezing the sheets.
You take a puff of the cigarette you litâhey, you opened a window!âand glance down at him haphazardly. âWhat do you mean, you âcanâtâ? I thought this was what you wanted.âÂ
Gerard whimpers pitifully below you, face twisting in frustration and desperation.Â
You let out a soft snort of a laugh, offering a cool smile. âWhat, did you think you were gonna be rewarded for being a bitchy little brat all night?â You allow your hips to rock back and forth once, pulling a strangled moan from Gerard. âCâmon, baby, I know you arenât that dumb.â
He musters a halfhearted glare up at you, but the effect is ruined by his glassy eyes and red cheeks. âShut up, âm not dumb, youâre justââ
A sharp slap to his cheek sends his head snapping to the side, but he doesnât have time to sputter a response before you grab his face and turn it back to face yours. You do your best to ignore how his cock throbs deliciously inside of you and you lean down close, voice velvety and dangerous.Â
âWho the fuck do you think youâre talking to, baby? Because I know it sure as hell canât be me.â
Gerard shakes his head as best he can in your firm grip, gazing up at you with big eyes. âNo, no, sugar, I wasnâtâIâm sorryââ
You take a long drag, looking down at him as he sputters out excuses and apologies, before blowing the smoke in his face.
Then you pluck your cigarette out of your mouth and press the cherry onto the pale flesh of his chest, right near his heart.
He cries out, tossing his head back and writhing underneath you, cursing and gasping in pain. His cock twitches so hard inside of you that you have to bite your lip to avoid a soft sigh of pleasure.
âYou still wanna be mouthy, baby?â you coo, and he shakes his head frantically, fat tears welling up in his eyes. Heâs still whimpering, and now heâs trembling too. You brush the ash away from the circular burn, and he whimpers and hisses as your thumb swipes across the tender, raw flesh.
âN-no, fuck, no, no,â he moans, and his shaking hands are both touching your hips now, gripping then caressing then squeezing again.
Itâs like the poor thing doesnât know what to do with himself. Heâs reduced to something weak and vulnerable in your graspâyou control his pleasure and his pain completely and wholly.Â
He wouldnât have it any other way.
When you finally lift yourself up and sink back down on Gerardâs throbbing, weeping cock, he makes a sound like a sob.Â
His back arches and his eyes squeeze shut âOhh, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank youââÂ
âEyes open, baby,â you command, and you revel in the way his eyes snap open instantly. âDonât you look away from me.â
âOkay, okay, mama,â he gasps out. He doesnât want to disobey and risk you keeping him here for another half hour.
You give him a small, approving nod before repeating the action. Itâs a relief for you, tooâdespite the cool demeanor you take on in these scenarios, youâre also burning up inside with desire, and the feeling of being full of him makes your cunt ache.
You begin riding him at a slow pace, lifting up halfway, sinking down again. âI shouldnât be touching you at all with the attitude you decided to have tonight,â you tell him, a little breathless both from the action and how good it feels. âYou should thank me for even looking at your sorry little cock tonight.â
âThank you, mama,â he gasps out immediately. Heâs been a whining mess ever since you started moving. âThank you, thank you so much. âM sorry.â
âSorry for what, baby?â you ask, clenching down on his cock and drawing a keen from him.
âSorry for being a brat,â he whines, head tossing back and forth, as if the sensation is just too much to bear. âS-sorry for being a dick.â
You let out an approving hum and let yourself pull almost all the way off him before enveloping him in your heat again, and this time you canât help the breathy little sound that falls from your lips. His cock always presses so perfectly against your walls in this position.
Gerardâs hands are squeezing at your thighs and hips, and he couldnât shut up if he wanted to. Whines, mumbles of âfuckâ and âplease, mama,â and drawn-out moans leave Gerardâs parted, pouty lips in a steady stream.Â
You run your hands up your torso to cup your tits, smirking down at Gerard, who is gazing up at you in such desperation that itâs almost heartbreaking. You bite your lip, rocking and sinking onto him as you squeeze your breasts.
âIf I go faster, youâre not to cum until I say so. Got it?â you purr, and he nods immediately.
âYeah, fuck, yeah, Iâll hold it, Iâll do anything you want. Justâfuck, I need more. Please, mama.â
And who are you to deny him when he sounds like that?
You steady your hands on his chest and immediately assume a quicker, more aggressive pace that makes Gerard gasp and keen. The meaty sound of your ass slapping down against his thighs is loud in the otherwise quiet room, the only other sounds being your heavy breathing and soft moans and Gerardâs louder ones.
His eyes roll back as you impale yourself on him over and over, and youâre in a similar boatâthe tip of his cock is practically kissing your cervix, and every time it throbs it sends pulsing pleasure to your clit.Â
âMmm-mama, ahh, fuck, yâfeel so good, s-sooo warm nâ tight,â he babbles, resisting the almost animalistic urge to thrust up into your heat.Â
You drop your head for a second, breathing hard from exertion as you bounce on his cock, which is oozing precum at this point. Your eyes find the burn on his chest from the cigarette and you press a fingertip against it, making Gerard moan and writhe in an electric burst of pain-pleasure.
âYou wanna cum?â you ask.
A nod.
âYou think you deserve it?â
A hesitation. Then a shake of his head.
You nod, not stopping your ruthless pace for a second. Your tits bounce with your movements, and as you drop down your ass presses down tight on top of his balls, which only makes him whimper louder.Â
âGood boy, you donât. But you know what? Iâm feeling nice.âÂ
Gerard gazes up at you like youâre offering salvation. âThank you,â he moans, hips twitching up just slightly. You let it slide. His voice cracks in pleasure, dissolving into a steady whine. âThank you, mama, gonna fill you up so good, promiseââ
âGive it to me,â you whisper, pressing your fingers against his burn again as you slam yourself down on his aching cock. âGive it to mama, baby.â
The combination of your words, the pleasure, and the searing pain makes Gerard sob, hips jerking up erratically as his cock jumps, spurting his spend deep inside you. The feeling makes you moan, a soft âfuckâ leaving your lips, but you can hardly hear yourself over how loudly Gerard is whimpering.
Maybe youâre feeling extra nice, or maybe you just want to cum too, but you end up laying back on the bed with Gerardâs face buried between your thighs, cleaning up his mess with his tongue and murmuring âthank you, mama, tastes so goodâ over and over against your clit.









