Lilo

Jesse never considered himself that ‘motivated’ of an individual. Everybody knows him for what he tends to be; lazy, avoidant, a little bit oblivious. His cocky attitude is a front for the… somewhat pathetic individual he aches to hide beneath.

Always on something, rarely onto it, one may say. But you never really saw what everyone else seemed to see in him. You were friends — good ones, at that, ever since high school. He’s always respected you. He even lit one up with you behind the trashy school gym, when your date ditched you at prom. He’s a ride or die. Hopefully a ride, your mind wanders, as you lounge beside him, now. His shitty, stiff couch makes the slippery thoughts in your head all the more jarring.

You can feel it; the tension. There’s something unusual in the air; Jesse was already high when you showed up to his place to smoke, and he’s somewhat antsy. You sit beside from one another on the couch, yet it feels more distant than usual… though, not intentionally.

Some shitty ‘70s action movie rerun plays on the television, his feet kicked up on the coffee table next to the beer he’s almost finished. His relaxed demeanor is more of a performance than usual, one arm ‘lazily’ slung up behind his head as the other picks at the design on his graphic tee.

You’re starting to feel it by now, but the weird vibe is setting you off. It’s like he can’t make eye contact, or can’t stop himself from doing so. Either way, it’s confusing.

“Yo,” he murmurs after a long moment of silence. “So… how’s, like- uh- life?” He makes up for awkwardness in that stupidly effective dorky charm that he mistakes for swagger, scratching his unshaven jaw while glancing over at you.

Exhaling the smoke from your shared joint, you could swear Jesse was staring at your lips when you met his eye. He just offers you that shitty grin when your gaze catches his once again.

“Yeah, y’know.” You sigh under your breath, laying back. “‘s fine. But, uh, it’s good to… unwind like this, again. With you”

He nods and chuckles like you’ve said something with a lot more weight behind it, than your words would’ve had, in any other context. “Yeah, man, same. I’ve seriously craved getting with you again, dude.” He rests his arm over the back of the couch, lightly poking you, still grinning unapologetically. You smirk softly back.

“Missed me?” You prompt.

He bites his lip. You find your own gaze on his lips. “Oh, for sure.”

You both faintly chuckle for a quiet moment, the movie continuing to murmur away into the background. There’s a quiet truth that neither of you will admit, in that small moment of banter. You glance once again at his mouth, watching the front teeth brush the lower lip soothingly. He’s nervous.

He catches you staring, the joint twiddling in your fingers, you barely even noticed.

“Yo, don’t let it go out! My generosity only goes so far, man.”

Snapped back to reality, you blink, hurriedly taking a hit from the blunt and trying not to laugh, and therefore choking as the smoke travels your throat. Jesse snickers.

With one last cough and a very deep breath, your hands brush, handing the joint back to him. His smile tells you just how sarcastic he was being.

“Sorry.” You mutter anyway. “I’ll, uh, pay you back... maybe.”

He scoffs, blowing smoke in your face, just to tease at your apology. “Pay me back, yeah? With what cash?”

He snickers and takes another drag at your expression, pointing and nodding with that shit-eating grin that you’d (never) get tired of, way too quickly. 

“When I get paid next…” You trail off, smirking back, no real bite or anger fuelling your reply. 

“Oh, right. When’s that, again?”

“Tch. Like… uh, Friday. Next… next week.” The high starts to come over you, finally; you find the joint in your hands once again, without having even noticed it. Concepts that seemed simple 5 minutes ago, now just a little harder to wrap your head around. The warmth in Jesse’s pupils tells you he’s starting to feel it, too.

“Mmm… I can’t wait that long.” The paper rolls between his fingers prettily, impressively. Tactile enough to tell you he does it enough that he’s good at it, by now.

“…uh…” A small, awkward chuckle passes your lips at his reply, trying to decipher his tone before he can get the next words out.

“But- I, uh, take… other forms of payment.” He sniffles at that, taking the final drag of the dying blunt, and then pressing it out in his ashtray gently. You blink, watching the ashes land against the ceramic as he avoids your eyes for too long.

Finally, offering any indication of life, you tilt your head. He’s trying to… flirt. “Other payment?”

He rolls his shoulders. A grin that’s 50% trying to appear nonchalant, and 50% failing miserably settles on his handsome face. 

You don’t really think about it, as you hike your legs up onto the couch, beginning to crawl toward him. “Like… credit?”

Funny. That was funny. Jesse’s laugh is… somewhat mirthful, but mostly playing up his amusement for your approval. Fuck, he thought he was way more smooth when he was high. He can barely think as you loom over him. “N- nah. Uh, more like…”

“Like…?” The prompt offers no conclusion from Pinkman: you swear you can see his cheeks growing red as your arms bracket either side of his lap. Your breath brushes his lips, and he shakily exhales, eyes softening.

“Shit…” 

You hum, sliding your thigh over his hard crotch and settling it on the opposite side, straddling your old friend as though you’d done it a thousand times before. It felt natural, because you may or may not have thought about it a million times before. Jesse swallows, shakily, looking up at you with those pretty, pearly blues. Wide. Needy. So needy.

“You, um… you…” Even in his flustered state, he’s smiling. His hands fumble on your hips before settling with a tight grip, heaven on his face.

“Can you use your words for me, Jesse?” You whisper in his ear, resisting the urge to nibble at the skin: you need to give him some room to think. For now.

Shakily, Jesse sighs, pulling you in a little closer, exhaling as your clothed pussy brushes over the tent in his lap. Your clit catches and you swallow, almost purring at the feeling of him, pressing up into you. “Is this… do you want this?” Finally, he finds his words. Though, barely.

All you can do is slowly grin. You lean lower, until your lips are hovering over his. “Do you, babe?” There’s a moment’s pause as he gazes at your lips, a shaky breath leaving him. Then, he nods. Nods hard, and hurried. Even wider, you smile. It’s a cute display, and you chuckle, leaning in to nibble his ear. No need to hold back on him, now. “Good. Good boy.”

“Fuck-“ his hips twitch, he bucks gently up against you, needy hands digging into your sides. You quietly gasp, stilling out. “Fuck, don’t… don’t call me that.”

Hmm. You raise your brows, gently leaning back to look at his expression; which, annoyingly, he hides. He struggles to catch your eye, looking down at his lap with a barely contained whimper. “No?” You take his jaw softly, guiding him to meet your eyes. “You don’t like it?”

His lips part. The denial falters on his tongue, and - how sweet - his lashes flutter, fingers flinching against your sides. “I- wh… you shouldn’t… have to call me that.” He swallows hard.

Oh. Your head tilts without your noticing. Without thinking, one hand comes to his shoulder, softly rubbing, the other hand remaining on his jaw to stroke the stubble. “Do you not like it, Jesse?”

He grits his teeth. “I- I’m the guy here, yo, you don’t need to… you— do you like it?”

“Jesse.” You whisper. “Do you wanna be my good boy?”

A soft, embarrassed silence. He nods. He shrinks a little as you grin.

“My sweetest boy? Just for me?” 

Jesse bites his lip, his fingers figging at your shirt, then slowly brushing underneath. “…ah huh.”

“Obedient?”

The slight quiver in his lip, his trembling hands twitching at your sides only further explain the situation. He licks his lip, warm breath brushing your face as he gazes up into your eyes, silently begging for something. Once more, he nods. 

“Good.” You lean in, letting your lips just brush his, letting your teeth steal his lower lip tantalisingly. He almost whimpers, until he whispers your name as you drag his flesh with the tilt of your head, the most pathetic sound escaping his parted throat. He shudders, loving the pain of your teeth digging into his lip more than he should.

“Fuck.” Jesse mumbles, squeezing your hips and lightly arching into you. “Fuck, can you kiss- can I kiss you?”

The way he stammers is so cute. You tilt your head, letting your fingers ghost his jaw before taking a hold, keeping him still. You coo. “Do you want it that bad?”

“Uh huh.” He’s panting, pink; you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing him like this before. You’re not letting it go. 

“Clearly not badly enough.”

“What? No, I-”

“I’m not hearing you beg.” You cut him off, nails digging into his skin, ever so slightly. He huffs. The sheer shame he projects does nothing to hide the real thrill you can see he’s taking from this.

“P- please.” He mutters, sheepish, nodding hesitantly. “Please, Y/N, can I just–”

You coo against his mouth, hovering there, before finally closing the distance and eliciting a wonderful sound from the man beneath you. He grinds up against you as his fingers dig into your shirt. You purr, licking into his mouth.

It’s cute, how he kisses you hungrily, sucking at your lips, a testament to the truth of his general experience… which may or may not be somewhat exaggerated. Look, he may be dreamy, but looks only get you so far.

You put a hand on his shoulder, pinning him back against the couch slightly, taking the lead.

“Breathe, baby.” Muttering, feeling him slow and then still as your lips hover, just beyond his reach, what with your hand pressing him into place. “Follow my lead.”

Trying again, you encourage him to slow down, letting your tongue glide over his, teasing. He whimpers into your mouth, succumbing to your control.

Eventually he starts to follow your lead, kissing you with less haste; but no less desperation. His need still bleeds from every pore, every pant as he slowly grinds, matching the rhythm of your tangled lips, the music your combined sounds make egging him on.

He mewls your name quietly as you slow down once again when he starts picking up the pace, huffing. Bratty. You scoff slightly, and let your teeth sink into his lower lip, making him gasp and groan, hands clasping hard, just above the curve of your ass.

“Fuck, Y/N-!” Jesse can only whisper, as his hips buck wildly up against you, the pleasure and pain overwhelming.

“You gonna behave?” Is all you whisper, teeth still hovering. The hesitation in him is evident; he’s not used to this vulnerability, this relinquishing of control. And it scares him, how much he loves it.

Shakily, he nods. “Y-yeah.” Even in his hazy high, he finds some semblance of balance and rubs your hip, silently begging you to come back and keep kissing him.

“Alright…” You whisper, hovering for a moment more. One last shaky whine is enough to convince you that he deserves the reward he craves, so badly he trembles. You hum softly into his mouth, this time meeting his passion, a hungry connection pulling you into him. 

There’s an intense gravity to you, Jesse finds; in his inebriation, he comes apart so much more easily than he expected. He really thought he was more suave, even when high, but apparently not. 

Any chance he gets to breathe, he ignores, muttering your praise when your lips disconnect. “Perfect”, “pretty”, “need you” he whispers, one hand squeezing your ass as the other wanders across your front desperately. You only smile into his kiss, letting your tongues press as he parts his lips easily once more for you.

You eventually pause, hovering over him as the two of you pant. Your hand tangles in his hair, offering a gentle tug, snapping him quickly out of his lusting daze. 

“W- what?” He mutters quickly, licking his lips, eager to fix whatever pulled you away. He’s learning. It makes you smile, and an easy hand comes up to stroke his cheek.

“Do you want more, Jesse?” You mutter, letting your hips slowly roll on the bulge beneath you. His eyes flash, and he nods, swallowing. “Manners.” Quietly - not quite scolding, but not soft - you remind him.

“Please. Please, baby, I need you.” He mutters hurriedly, squeezing whatever flesh he’s got a hold of once more. “Please? Whatever you want, just more—“

He cuts himself off with a gasp as you grind down one last time, letting your hands trail low, lower, down his chest and to his lap. Gently, you palm the tent in his lap, barely holding back your smile as he sighs shakily, his own dopey smile only egging you on. You duck your head to hide your own high-induced smile.

Jesse sinks lower into the couch, arching his hips up into your touch. You croon softly, lowering your lips to his displayed neck. He whimpers as your warm mouth meets his needy flesh, jaw dropping in pleasure as you suckle at his skin while still palming his hard-on.

“Fuck.. yes.” He whispers in your ear, pressing gentle kisses. This is so much more than he could’ve thought to wish for, with you. Strangely, in his uncharacteristic vulnerability, he couldn’t be more happy to be where he is now.

“Mm, that’s it.” You coax more sweet sounds out of him, gently lowering off his lap and onto the floor of his living room. He barely notices the change, too lost in ecstasy, eyes shut and head tilted right back. He only notices when your hands start toying properly with his fly.

Flushing, his eyes open, and he looks hurriedly at you, between his knees on the floor. He gawks for a moment. “Y- yo, Y/N, you don’t- y-you—“

You cut off his nervous chuckling, with a sterner look. He swallows. “Is this what you want, Pinkman?”

The teasing lilt when you call him by his high school nickname, his last name, it sends a shiver up his spine. He bites his lip. Somehow, he feels guilty. He glances at his boner, looming over your face, obscuring your chin from this angle.

“You don’t… have to do this, man. I…”

“Jesse, are you okay with it?” Once more you have to cut him off. You watch his lashes flutter, his pretty blue eyes conflicted, his want and guilt at war. His teeth drag over his lower lip.

“Y-yeah.” He mutters after a moment’s worry.

“Are you sure?” You pause, his hesitation making you ponder.

“If you’re… okay with it.” He swallows, dragging the collar of his crummy band tshirt away from his neck. 

Huh. Cute. You drag his fly down. “I wouldn’t offer if it’s not what I wanted.” You murmur, lowering the zip at an agonisingly slow pace. He shivers, nodding softly, letting your reassurance wash over him. Giving into the pleasure once again.

“Shit. Okay.” He rubs his jaw, putting his hands behind his head, breathing heavy as you pull his leaking cock free of his boxers and pants. He swallows thickly, licking his lower lips.

Slowly, you nuzzle against his cock, watching him twitch and whine under his breath. He lets his head fall back and eyes shut, relinquishing himself to your whim. You smile, licking your lips, the tip of your tongue brushing him. 

God, every sound you manage to milk out of him is heaven. He clutches the couch with a weak sigh, his head lolling left and right at every new sensation you give.

He’s all pent up, not only from tonight, but… years of wanting. Not that he’s willing to admit it just yet.

“That.. that feels so good.” He whispers, running a hand through his hair and weakly moaning as you press faint kisses to his tip, letting him get familiar with the warmth of your mouth as every few kisses you let your lips wrap gently around him, whether the tip, the base, or anywhere in-between. “Fuuuck…”

You smile as you lavish his dick with attention, smirking to yourself as he bucks softly against your face, smudging precum on your cheek. Lost in his hazy pleasure, he barely notices.

After enough teasing, your lips gently take hold of the tip. He moans under his breath, fist clenching into a pillow to his left, right hand tangled in his light locks. More soft curses escape him as you slowly suck and take him, little by little, into your mouth. He can only whimper, too scared to disobey or displease you if he makes any sudden movement. 

You’re not scared to take it slow; your teasing is tasteful. It’s sensual, there’s no denying. You can’t help but take it slow, especially in this state. The taste, the smell, it all leaves your mind, save for the feeling of his warmth on your tongue, and his little whimpers as you suck him in, a little deeper. 

He whines your name and something warms in your chest, until eventually he hits the back of your throat. He’s so patient; how sweet. You smile slightly around his dick, gently bobbing, not stopping him as his hips twitch for you, as a treat… but it only lasts so long.

When you pull away, he curses, fumbling for your hair, your cheek. He doesn’t pull you back down, but he certainly keeps you close, shakily whimpering at the loss of your wet warmth. “Wh- what’re you doing?” He whispers, and fuck, the needy look in his eyes could keep you up for days.

“Don’t worry.” You whisper, pressing little fleeting kisses over his cock, making sure not to leave any one part neglected. “I’m gonna take care of you.” 

He devolves back into his little whimpers and whines, his fingers shakily toying with some of your hair. You purr, licking a slow stripe up his cock, letting the tip of your tongue flick over the tip, making him shiver. He moans. Like, outright moans. God, he’s so sweet.

“Haah… hah… damn, damn.” He mumbles wearily, petting your head hurriedly, letting on far too easy his desperation for you to keep going, keep touching, keep pressing your lips to his hot, heavy and heedy skin. 

“I’ve got you.” You whisper little comforting praises, whatever comes to mind in the haze of your combined high, enjoying how he squirms harder when your sweet tone hits him where it hurts the best. “So good f’me. So, so good, Jesse.” Nodding hurriedly, his fingers curl into your hair, and he presses you down against his cock slightly, the tip brushing past your nose, catching you off guard. Your breaths hitch in unison, and he bites down on his lip, a guilty look washing over his flushed face.

“Sorry– sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispers quickly, but he doesn’t let go. The way his teeth drag on his lower lip drives you mad… maybe just this once, you’ll let him be bad. You shake your head, before cautiously pressing your nose back against his cock softly. 

“You’re okay… you can do what you need.” You offer under your breath, slowly stroking his thigh, over his jeans. “But don’t be rough.” The last little addition seems to add a flare of focus into his pretty blue eyes, and he hesitantly nods. He mumbles something about trying, but not long before he’s gently grinding your face on his dick, panting under his breath. The display is vulgar, it’s pathetic, his neediness is obscene in nature; but it’s so hot. Hotter, too, from the state you’re both in, completely broken down to baser instincts.

When he moans, you do, too, out of pure pleasure at the sound itself. You let your lips hitch on the tip again as he rolls his head right back when your lips are around him again, carefully pinning them back to shield him from your teeth.

He takes it slow, as he cautiously fucks your mouth, only the tip for a moment - then, just like you’d shown him before, he lets you take a little more of him, slowly. Shyly, you notice. He doesn’t stop, though, not until your throat is comfortably stuffed of him. He stares down at the sight for a second, and you feel a little sheepish at the angle.

Yet, he brushes any hair lingering in your eyes, a shaky little sound escaping him as your eyes lock. He weakly smiles. “You… feel so much better than I imagined.” He mumbles, starting to very gently move your head. You raise a brow. 

“Mmmrm?” You manage to reply (with a mouthful of cock, obviously). He chuckles and shudders at the vibration.

“N-not that I imagined you weren’t good… it’s just… I never could’ve dreamt up t- the real thing.” He stumbles, shockingly eloquent in this state. He sheepishly smiles and runs a hand through his hair, shy from how vulnerable he’s being while you’re literally deep-throating him. Either way, it’s not stopping him. He continues to gently bob your head. “You’re… incredible… ah.”

You hum softly on his dick again, making him groan under his breath, starting to move you a little faster. He shudders once more, biting his lip and rolling his head back.

He can’t help but talk to you, there’s something… safe. He’s safe, in your presence. Safe as he basks in your warmth. You don’t even need to reply as he rattles on, the pleasure simply seems to fuck with his head enough to spur him on. “Is… is it fucked of me? To’ve jerked off to you?”

His words are breathless. His hand continues to softly guide you, but he very, very much appreciates how you come away to simply follow his lead, and work him yourself. 

“Because I have,” He whispers in between heady pants. “Ever since high school. N-not when I was… I dunno… ah…” Trailing off, he hazily stares up at the ceiling. “Dating other chicks, or… whatever.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying. Neither of you will know by tomorrow. Maybe that’s the beauty of it. In your altered minds, language is broken down to it’s barest. Sex is enough, the pure, rawest feelings that you gift to one another are enough to communicate what your heart knows your head can’t. 

He eggs you on, his palm just ever so gently pressing on the back of your head, encouraging you to go back down on him a little faster every time, his panting growing faster, harder, needier by the second. The sloppy sounds of your gift to him is drowned out by the prettiest noises he makes, the whimpers and gasps that let you know you’re doing the right thing. 

“Oh, oh, ah, fuck– Y/N,” He mutters quickly, hand suddenly tangling in your hair. He moans again. “Please. Please, please, please please–” The words blur into one as he softly begs under his breath, and you know what’s coming.

You focus, now, going a little faster, and taking him slightly deeper as you breathe through your nose purposefully. He shudders and gasps. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m–!” He almost squeaks the words out, before hot, sticky fluid fills your mouth. Your eyes widen at the suddenness of it. Of course, he was coming, but so soon? 

You pull off his twitching member and smirk a little, wiping him off your lips with the back of your hand, grinning ever so slightly. “Care to warn me a little earlier next time?” You chuckle, voice a little husky from the throat-fucking. 

He swallows, lashes batting bashfully. He guiltily rubs over his face and neck as you do a rather fair job at swallowing his seed. “Sorry.” You can only smile. “Don’t be.” You rub his thigh a little more, before crawling back up onto the couch, legs cramping from sitting on your knees for a while. He smiles, still shy, somehow, hesitantly wrapping an arm around you as you lean into his shoulder, awkwardly stuffing himself back into his briefs.

“Y- you, uh… thanks. That was…”

You look up at him as he speaks, and as he looks down at you, you’ve never seen his eyes shine with such raw honesty. You’re smug smile softens into something much more tender, without your noticing. 

“That was amazing, dude.” He breathes, his hand finding your hair again, and returning to softly playing with it. You smile, and lay comfortably against him, no space between you.

“Just return the favour sometime.” You tease quietly.

　 ┈ 　 2000s!gerard who… 　 is the most domestic being alive.. back rubs, spooning, even though you haven’t put a label on the two of you just yet..

　 ┈ 　 2000s!gerard who… 　 is also an absolute fiend for you and your body, constantly has his hands on you somewhere; whether it’s your hips, your thighs, chest, even his arm linked with yours he just needs to be touching you

　 ┈ 　 2000s!gerard who… 　 suggests frotting one night.. he’s inbetween your legs the second you agree, pawing at your boxers — hands fumbling like he has butter for fingers

　 ┈ 　 2000s!gerard who… 　 presses his cock against yours and a guttural moan rips from his throat as his hand struggles to envelope both of your lengths

　 ┈ 　 2000s!gerard who… 　 can’t help but whimper and whine at the feeling of your tips together, he’s sniffling and tears are brimming in his eyes as his hips start to buck up uncontrollably

gerard: *breaks up with you on the spot*

frank: *breaks up with you on the spot*

ray: *breaks up with you on the spot*

mikey: 'I understand' *goes home and breaks up with you over text*