Velvet

My reqs are open!! But some topics make me uncomfortable so here's a list of things I won't write about

•incest (includes step sibling/parent)

•non-con/rape

•scat (piss is ok)

•beastiality

•age play

•underage x adult pairing

I'll probably add more to this list in the future but don't be afraid to ask for anything that isn't on this list and I also am open to writing new things! (If any new request I get makes me uncomfortable I'll just ignore it, it's not a big deal)

Also if you request anything it will be written in x fem reader unless you asked otherwise!!

Masterlist

He would like it , I think? - pancake gee x fem reader

Are you sick of me? - hesitant alien gee x fem reader

One on one 2 - secretary gee x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G- god I love you so much…”

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ms way didn't love you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But- Abby…she was-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The last thing you remember before everything went black was frantically swerving out of the way of a speeding car in the middle of an intersection, the adrenaline rushing through your veins was surreal, and your heart racing and thudding against your ribcage so hard it was like you slightly overdosed on albuterol right before. Of course the crash wasn't your fault, the other guy was drunk and speeding and you were just trying to get home after a stressful shift at work.

The next thing you know, your eyes are fluttering open, the first thing you see is your right leg in a cast from the knee down, stopping at the ankle with numerous bandages all over your body. The hospital room is artificially lit and the light bulb isn't bright enough for the room, not to mention the strong odor of cough medicine.

Your vision is a little hazy from the medicine, probably just wearing off judging by the throbbing headache you have, what a way to wake up. You also notice your hospital gown is somehow snug around you, as if someone did it on purpose or was in a rush.

You can hear frantic footsteps outside your room from people speed walking through the halls before the door opens and a stunning woman is standing in the doorway, “ah, you're awake” she says before walking towards the bed, picking up the clipboard hooked onto it to look at your charts and walking up next to your bed.

Her hair is visibly graying and she seems to be in her mid 40s, but it certainly doesn't make her any less breathtaking. It's like she was born to be the prettiest woman on earth at this age, and her uniform just further compliments her appearance.

“Some minor brain damage, fractured fibula and a broken knee. Quite a wreck wasn't it? You were out for a few days. ” She smirks, her eyes darting at you for a second before returning to your charts. You felt so confused, a few days? You had already figured the crash happened yesterday!

Your mind started racing instantly, it must have been pretty obvious what was going on inside of your head because she noticed your confused expression and put the chart down to lift her hand to your chin to guide you to look at her. “it's perfectly normal to be out for that long after a car wreck dear, especially with your injuries.” Her touch sent a shock wave through your body and her warm smile and reassurance worked so well she almost made you forget you were in a crappy hospital bed.

She began to check your vitals. Her touch making you blush as she handles your arm. “Look into the flashlight for me honey.” She commands as she holds a pen with a little light attached to it in front of your face.

“You'll have to stay here for quite a bit more time to recover,” she says as she turns off the light and puts it back into her pocket “How are you feeling dear?” She asked, maintaining eye contact “i…have a headache?” You said hesitantly, “As expected, I'll fetch you more pain medicine in an hour or so.”

She smiles at you again and turns around to leave the room, you're ashamed to admit you were looking at her ass when she was on her way out. You just couldn't help it with how her hips swayed, almost like she was putting on a show for you.

But after she left, you were soon taken back to reality, now realizing your situation, stuck in a hospital until further notice to rot, you had no one to call to try to get you out of here so you had no way to leave before you healed.

-

The first few weeks were absolute hell, the food was slop, the bathroom was gross despite our being in a hospital and the nurses were insufferable. Every interaction with them made you want to blow your brains out but there was one exception, that being the pretty nurse you first saw when you woke up.

Her name is ms way, you didn't want to overstep by asking for her real one but it was still fitting for her. Hearing she was unmarried, on the other hand made your heart monitor noticeably beep faster, although it did that whenever she walked into the room and you just wanted to die from embarrassment knowing she knew but chose not to say anything. You also wanted the ground to suck you whole knowing she would never date you, even if you weren't her patient, the thought made you nauseated, or maybe it was the medicine.

Although, she would get a tad touchy at times and linger a bit longer than needed, sometimes even checking on you before she left the hospital just after clocking out. It made you blush and stumble over your words the way she made you feel special, but you wouldn't know if she does the same to other patients as well.

And over the last few weeks you've gotten a bit close to her because of the little visits before she leaves, often talking about your lives or her job. She's so magnetic and easy to talk to that you don't understand how she's not married or at the very least has a partner.

You're also probably so drawn to her because of the fact that there's nothing to look forward to in this god forsaken hellhole. Sure, there's a TV on the corner of the room that runs on cable but they have none of the good channels, just food networks to taunt you with real homemade food instead of mystery sludge and Christian channels, way too many Christian channels.

And because of the lack of entertainment, you're left to your own devices most of the time, especially after Ms way leaves after her shift ends. So you're often left thinking about what to do…eventually deciding you could pass the time by … touching yourself.

You're not proud of it and you definitely know it's weird to pleasure yourself in the hospital while thinking of the nurse that's been giving you a drop of attention than needed but you can't help it! Just thinking of her soft fingers roaming your body, fondling your tits until they trail down to your heat while you grip her mousy hair and sniff in her floral perfume.

Pretending your fingers were her own was sensational, you know her fingers would easily find their way inside of you, hitting all the sweet spots just the right way. You quickly began softly moaning her name as you felt your release building in your lower stomach. You continued to pump your fingers in and out of you while your orgasm reached its high and you came all over your fingers with her name on your lips.

She was all you could think about for the rest of the night before you easily drifted off to sleep despite all the noise being constantly made by the equipment around you for the first time since you got here.

The next day, you woke up just as drowsy as you always do, still expecting to wake up in your own bed but instead being met by the same depressing room, except this time, there's tray of food on the tiny table next to your bed with a tiny note propped up against the old- tasting jello.

“You looked so pretty and peaceful I didn't want to wake you, make sure to eat for me sweetie” with a little heart on the corner that made your breath hitch and your heart flutter. Her handwriting was admirable and beautiful just like her, you just wanted to look at it all day.

Not wanting to disappoint, you gladly ate all your food, gagging a few times throughout but still pushing through for the sake of following Ms ways orders.

The day carried on like any other agonizing day except you noticed Ms way made visits a lot more than usual, and was way more handsy with your checkup, you swear she was gripping your ass on purpose while looking at your leg. You honestly had to bite your lip to stifle a moan at the feeling.

You thought maybe she was just less busy today, and she happened to be in a good mood too but you couldn't be more wrong about her reasons.

For the 8th time today, she walked into your room as per usual, except she locked the door after she closed it but you didn't think anything of it. “Hello dear, i think it's about time for another exam” she said with a smirk pulling on her lips and waking up to your bed.

“O- oh okay.. but I thought I already got one earlier?” You nervously asked her, your eyes darting everywhere but at her.

“This is a different type of exam darling, get on the side of the bed, legs dangling off for me.” She ordered, waiting for you to comply.

You did as she said, full of anticipation and wonder at what she's going to do. She walks right in front of you, her hands finding their way to your knees, spreading them so she sits right in between.

You instantly turn a deep shade of red at her boldness, heat pooling at your core at her erection grinding against it.

“Ugh, you're so beautiful for me, aren't you?”

She says, her face inches away from yours, her breath hitting your lips almost makes you pass out. You feel her hand ride up your hospital gown to your hips while her other comes up to cup your cheek.

You feel her hand feel around your lower half, clearly taking advantage of your lack of clothing underneath the gown.

“M- Ms way..i-” you're not sure what you're trying to say but luckily her thumb moves to your lips to shush you before you can make a fool of yourself.

She leans forward, nuzzling her nose into your hair while she grinds into you, “a-aah~ mph… ms way…” you whine into her ear, feeling the tent in her dress grow firmer.

She responds by catching your lips in a kiss, your leg that isn't in a cast wraps around her waist to draw her in closer, still seeking more friction than she's giving you.

Your tongues are a mess in each other's mouths, she tastes like coffee and heaven on earth, you can't bring yourself to pull away for air. Your hands move to her beasts, occasionally giving them a squeeze, making her pull back to gasp into your mouth before continuing.

Her hand moves down to join the other in grasping your hips, ass and whatever she can get her hands on without hurting your delicate little body, you couldn't get close enough to her, you couldn't get enough of her, you needed more.

She breaks the kiss to trail down your face, her lips grazing your jaw before settling on your neck, your head tilts to the side, giving her better access to your neck before she basically attacks it. You softly moan as she sucks and licks your neck, leaving obvious hickeys from your upper neck to your shoulder.

You can hear her whispering praises to you, before she pulls back, “God I thought I would have to drop you as a patient, but then I heard you moaning my name last night,” says, before capturing your lips in another, softer kiss before continuing again “then I realized I was holding back for nothing.”

You have never been so embarrassed before in your life, but you were still glad she heard you because now you're getting what you've always wanted since you got here.

Her clothed hard-on grinding into you was maddening, you were growing more impatient by the second.

“p- please fuck me Ms way…I need you.” You murmur against her lips, your hands scrambling to grip her hair and deepen the kiss.

She laughs softly at your eagerness before removing a hand from your ass to hook her thumb into the waistband of her scrubs and push them down, revealing her hard cock straining against her panties, upon seeing how hard she was made your mouth water and made you absolutely soaking the bed sheets underneath you.

Your hand left her hair to run down her torso to take off her underwear, once they fell, pooling around her ankles with her pants, her cock sprung up, slapping against her shirt, leaving a small stain that would be dealt with later.

“A- aah- momma please…” you moaned, using your leg to push her against you again, making her member slide in between your folds, her pre already acting as a lubricant.

Your head falls to her neck at the sensation, whining into it, jumping as her tip catches on your clit as she rolls her hips into you.

“i- i know doll, just- ah!” She said, clearly not caring if anyone outside the room heard you both.

Ms way grabbed both your hips and thrusted into you eagerly, hard and sudden, making your back arch into her and moan into her hair. She left you both like that for a few seconds, enjoying your heavy breathing as well as your tightness.

Then she started moving, slowly thrusting in and out, both of your lips finding each other and moaning into each other's mouths. You continued to feel her body, savoring every touch and feeling she's letting you have.

“M- momma!! P-please!” You cried into her ear, begging her to go faster, her tip was already rutting against your sweet spot but when she started going faster and harder, it was game over.

“A- ah dear I'm…so c- close!” She said while speeding up further, chasing her orgasm just as much as your own. Her constant slamming made it impossible for you to last longer, the bubble finally burst and your pussy clenched and came all over her as she gave a few last lazy thrusts and came inside of you, quickly filling you with her cum and spilling out of you.

You both breathed against each other, whispering praises and “I love you”’s before she realized she was still on the clock and pulled out, making you sigh at the pleasure.

After months of job searching, cupped ramen and barely paying rent- you finally managed to land your first interview in weeks. It was some law firm company that needed an assistant for the head secretary or something. to be honest- you skimmed the job listing after seeing you could apply so you had no idea who you were even gonna be working for even if you got the job.

The next morning you got up bright and early to prepare for the interview, taking a look at your wardrobe and landing on a too small black dress that cut off mid thigh, black tights and black heels. Not really basic interview attire but still acceptable even if it showed a bit of cleavage, not to mention it was the only nice attire you owned so you didnt have much of a choice.

The moment you stepped foot into the large building you started to feel the reality set in, you REALLY needed this job- the pay was significantly better than your previous job and you would be essentially screwed if you bombed this interview.

-

After the interview, you were sweating bullets. They told you they would call you if you got the job, you knew you shouldn't have your hopes this high for one interview- but nevertheless, you kept stressing out.

The next day, you got a call from an unknown number, picking up on the third or fourth ring to not appear desperate. You spoke first, “Hello?” Then a voice came through, obviously a woman's voice- “Hello, is this y/n?” She sounded so stern and you couldn't help but imagine how attractive she probably looked in person. “Ah, yes this is she” you replied, “great, I've called to inform you that you've been chosen for the assistant position for yours truly, Please arrive back at the building on Monday at 7 am for training.” You nearly jumped in joy with relief but managed to stay composed “t- thank you! I'll make sure to be there!” you stuttered, “Great. See you soon” then she hung up. Relief washed over you like a cold wave on a hot summer day, you didn't care who you were working for, you were just happy you got a job.

-

On Monday you arrived at the office on time, wearing the same thing you wore to the interview. You didn't have anything else nice to wear but you would after the first paycheck hit.

When you arrived on the correct floor, you saw a drop dead gorgeous woman walking towards you “Ah yes you must be y/n, You can call me Ms. Way, I'll be your boss. Follow me.” She didn't give you a chance to answer before handing you her purse and walking off to her office.

“You'll be in training for today, it's not much, really. Just learning what numbers to call for appointments, spreadsheets, all that stuff.”.

She turned around to face you, finally getting a good look at you, she looked you up and down, admiring how your dress is tight around everything it needs to be, how you're showing just enough cleavage to get her a little hard, essentially eye fucking you at this point. After noticing how long she's been looking at you she clears her throat, finally speaking, “Hopefully you can keep this job. Others before you haven't been so lucky.”. This remark made you gulp nervously, little do you know she's hoping for it more than you are.

-

it's been weeks since you have started the job and it wasn't long before you found out that Ms. Way has a reputation of being…well, a bitch to say the least, all the previous assistants she's had before you have quit without notice within about a month of being hired. Everyone at the office is nice to you because of this fact, which would be nice if you didn't know it was just out of pity.

There was one guy that seemed to be genuine about his kindness though, his name was James? Jaime? You didn't remember, but anyway, he was an accountant that worked on the same floor, he would bring coffee to your desk in the morning and keep conversation before Ms. Way arrived, eventually running off to his own desk when he heard the elevator ding across the office floor, never to be seen again (until lunch). It made you chuckle, honestly.

It was weird, Ms. Way was stern but she wasn't completely mean to you, or maybe you were convincing yourself she wasn't that mean because she was the most gorgeous woman you have ever laid your eyes on, but nonetheless, you didn't think she was that bitchy to you which was odd because you saw it firsthand, how she talked to other people that worked on the floor and even people just passing by. sometimes you wished she was mean to you too.

-

Ms way knew she was being nicer to you than her previous employees, she couldn't help it, the way your tits slightly bounce when you rush to get paperwork from her, the way you lick your lips, almost seductively before you speak, and the way you blush when she touches you in the slightest, even if she's just handing you something.

She knew from the moment she looked you up and down it was gonna be hard to not grow fond of you almost immediately. She wanted nothing less but to have you all to herself, she saw the way that Jaime talked to you in the morning. She wasn't dumb, she knew what his game was before she came to the office every morning and the thought of him being near you made her extremely…jealous, even though she knew that Jaime was harmless for the most part. In the sense of him somehow making a move on you romantically, she couldn't let that happen and she would find a way to beat him to it if he had such intentions.

-

It was Friday, around 11:30 and it was time for your lunch break, so you got up from your desk to inform Ms. Way. When you arrived, you were standing in her doorway, met with the back of her chair rather than her face. “Ms. Way? I'm going on lunch now.” you murmured kind of still walking on egg shells around her, “Alright darling, see you in 20.” She responded endearingly, without even turning her chair.

You turned around to make your way to the break room only to be met with Jaime (you finally figured out his name!) grinning ear to ear “hey! You on lunch yet?” He asks immediately, startling you a bit. “uh…oh yeah! Just started, actually.” You stammered, embarrassingly. “Nice! Walk with me?” He asks eagerly, you chuckle before answering “of course!”.

As you two started walking he immediately asks about Ms way, “so, how's it working with…her” you smile at the way he says it “not as bad as people are saying…she's actually.. nice?” Jaime looks like he's seen a ghost after hearing that, “Really?! You're lying…” You laugh again before answering, “yeah, I mean she's stern but I wouldn't say she's mean…to me?”. Jaime looks absolutely gagged, he takes a moment before responding, “Wild…maybe she's just being nice to you so she can have an assistant for more than 3 weeks before looking again.” You laughed, but he was only half joking.

You two started talking about something else after you reached the break room, sitting down and being a little obnoxious while your at it.

Ms way had some paperwork she needed you to fill out, she was on her way to the break room to give it to you, but before she stepped foot inside she heard you talking with Jaime, any other day she would have walked in and just given it to you, but instead she decided to eavesdrop, not her proudest moment but nevertheless she did it anyways.

It was a random conversation about weekend plans, she was about to walk in but before she did, Jaime started speaking again. “So…any boyfriend?” Jaime asked you abruptly, “oh- uhh.. no I don't, I don't really have time for one..” you reluctantly answered, a bit uncomfortable, so you were quick to change the subject to anything at all, it wasn't a big deal though, you figured it was just a question, he didn't mean anything by it.

You weren't completely lying with the answer you gave him, although, you would enjoy the company of a partner. It's not that you don't want a relationship or don't have the time for one, it's that you can't get one to begin with. You knew what Jaime was thinking when he asked that question and you weren't interested in having one with him, especially since you were already very interested in Ms way, even though she's older and way out of your league.

Upon hearing this conversation, Ms way was surprised that Jaime would ask you about your love life so early on. She figured he'd wake a few more weeks before ever mentioning it, but he's bolder than she initially thought. She walked back to her office, mostly to think about what she would do about Jamie's sudden question.

When you arrived back from lunch, Ms way was already waiting for you by your desk with a stack of paperwork in her hands, “Hello dear, I'm sorry but you'll have to stay late to finish these papers for me. They are due tomorrow and my schedule is too full to do all this. I'll be staying late with you so it won't be too bad will it?” She said with a knowing smirk pulling at her lips. You never stayed late at the office with Ms way before, as far as you know no one else would even be on the same floor as you two. It made you noticeably turn red at the thought of being alone with her.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your composure, “N- no! It will be just fine..” you stammered out, blown away from her smile, you were staring at her lips instead of her eyes at this point, they looked so soft, you couldn't help but wonder how they would feel all over your body.

Ms way noticed, of course. You weren't being subtle at all. She wanted to see how far she could go before you made a move. She slowly handed you the stack of papers, letting her touch linger for a couple seconds before finally pulling away. “Let me know when you're done…i need to borrow you for a one on one meeting” She said slowly and seductively, you wanted to grab her face and kiss her right then but you managed to have some self control so you quickly nodded. you were so flustered and horny for her at that point you didn't know if you could even focus on the papers.

She soon walked off to a conference room for a meeting, leaving you to work. Her hips swayed back and forth down the hall, putting you in a trance. It's like she was a magician and every move she made hypnotized you into falling for her even more than before.

-

By the time Ms way came back from her last meeting, you were working on your last paper, only a few lines left until you're finished completely. You were so determined to finish them you didn't notice when she walked up to your desk.

“darling?” she asked softly, still startling you somehow. “Shit!” You exclaimed and shot your head up to look at her, you were flustered again just by her looking down at you “oh- it's you…I mean- what can.. what can I do for you Ms way?” You stuttered.

Ms way laughed softly at your nervousness, she reached her hand to cup your face to somewhat ground you. “Let's have that 1 on 1 right now, shall we?” She asked, heat was already pooling in between your thighs and her touching your face just made it even more unbearable.

“Y- yeah.. of course…” you quickly stood up and walked around the desk and stopped when you were right in front of her. Her smile grew at your eagerness, “Follow me sweetheart. ” she said before she turned around and made her way to her office. The nickname made you trip and stumble over nothing while trailing behind her. “I just had a stressful meeting and I'm sure you're just as frustrated as I am with all that paperwork you had to do.” She said as both of you walked into her office with you stumbling in behind her.

“Close and lock the door for me” she commanded you, still keeping the soft, seductive tone in her voice. You scrambled to do what she asked and the moment you clicked the lock she was on you instantly, one hand on your hip and the other cupping your cheek. “I've wanted you so bad since the moment you've arrived here.”

Your hands instinctively went to her chest, grabbing onto her blouse, “Ms way..” you practically moaned, as a response, Ms way moved her hand from your hip and to your lower back to push her closer to you, filling in the space that was between you two.

You felt her boner sticking out through her skirt and rubbing against your thigh, somehow making you even more aroused than before. Your hands softened their grip on her blouse and one made their way to her neck, feeling her silky soft skin.

You leaned into her further, eyes fluttering shut to kiss her, your lips brushed together softly, before smashing into each other, you moaned into her mouth at the contact, immediately craving more of her.

You parted your lips to lick her bottom lip gently, asking her to open hers too. When she did, the kiss was a sloppy needy mess, both your tongues exploring each other's mouths and teeth scraping. She tasted like coffee and cigarettes, you couldn't get enough of it even if it was all your diet consisted of.

Your hips bucked forward to meet hers, causing her to stumble back a bit, catching herself on her desk. She broke the kiss soon after to speak “very eager, are we?” She chuckled watching your cheeks grow into a deeper red than they were before at that remark.

She turned you both around so now your back was facing her desk before continuing the kiss, this one felt dominant, like she was claiming you. She pulled away briefly to move her lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving dark, prominent hickeys that you knew you wouldn't be able to cover up even with your entire bottle of concealer and foundation, but at that moment, you didn't care.

You were surprisingly into it nonetheless, letting her mark you, letting her let everybody else know you were hers and hers only. Especially letting Jaime know you would only make time in your schedule for a partner if it was Ms way and Ms way only.

She broke away from the kiss and grabbed your waist to turn you towards the desk, your palms were flat on the hard surface to balance yourself. She began to roll her hips slowly, You felt her clothed hard on rubbing against the curve of your ass, making you quietly whimper.

Her hands roam around your body, eventually finding your clothed tits and squeezing them, fingers flicking your nipples every now and then. Her touch was so addicting, you wanted her to touch you while you did the same to her.

She nuzzles her nose to the back of your ear, breathing your scent in, leaving sloppy kisses on the other side of your neck. She nips your skin occasionally, making you jump every time, leaving soft kitten licks on the same spot right after to soothe it.

“Oh sweetheart, you've been such an excellent employee for me…and now this?” she mutters in your ear. “You might just earn yourself a raise if you're good for me.. can you do that?” she asks seductively. As a response you quickly nod your head quickly, unable to even murmur a verbal answer.

She quietly chuckles to herself, satisfied with your answer regardless of it being non-verbal, she can still see how excited you are for her. She pushes you down to her desk so now you're bent over in front of her, stomach now on her desk and your cheek smushed into it as well.

She grabs the hem of your skirt and rides it up to your waist, exposing your white lace panties, the sight excites her even more, she can't help but notice how transparent it is from your arousal.

She's quick to take off her own skirt and underwear, exposing her hardened cock, making a small slap against her lower stomach, the sound makes your thighs clench at the thought of the size.

She fiddles with your panties, still admiring how your ass looks with them on before taking them off, letting them drop to the floor. She now has a clear look of your wet, glistening cunt. She can't help but make a small moan before dragging her pre-cum covered tip in between your already wet folds, making you moan with her.

“Are you ready darling?” she asked, making sure you're prepared, you mumble a slow “mhmm” before she lines herself up with your hole and pushes in gently, stretching you out slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt you by going in too quick.

You moan loudly at the sensation, she inches in slowly before bottoming out. The feeling of her filling you to the brim is maddening, you almost feel greedy with the way you want her, all of her in so many ways.

“Ms way..” her name slips from your lips as you moan, turning your head to the side further to look at her, “please…fuck me.”. She gets flustered at your bluntness but complies, she starts rolling her hips. Thrusting in and out of you, her cock rubs against your g spot almost constantly, fucking you into her desk.

“You feel amazing sweetie.. doing so good for me.” She praises you as her hand moves from your hip to your core, trailing her hand down to your clit, rubbing slow circles with her soft fingers, pushing you closer to the edge you craved oh, so much.

The room was filled with lewd slapping and both your moans and whimpers, not caring if someone else happened to be in the office with you both. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge as her thrusts became rougher and faster, she was close too, obviously chasing her orgasm.

“M- Ms w..way-ayy…I'm soo c- close..” you could barely talk with her roughness, your mind was so clouded, all you could think about is how much you loved her, you felt silly but you knew it was true. You felt her hand rubbing your clit in just the right way and the other still tight on your hip, you hoped it bruised so you could be even further marked by her.

“Y- y/n…” she moaned your name, the first time you heard her say your name as she came with you, her ropes of warm cum filling you further and spilling out of you as her thrusts become slower.

Your cunt clenches on her, milking her cock as both your cum absolutely drenches the inside of your thighs and trails down your legs and into her carpet. You can feel her cock softening inside of you. You both are panting, still out of breath. You've had sex before and it wasn't that great, but Ms way just changed your whole perspective on it.

“youre…so.. amazing darling…did so good for me” she pants as she slowly pulls out of you. You moan at the loss, getting used to feeling empty again. You finally stand up, before your knees quickly buckle on you and make you grab the desk again to balance yourself.

Ms ways hands find your hips as she steadies you. “Woah- careful darling.. can't have you getting hurt.”. You turn around to face her, getting a look at her flushed face, smushed lipstick and matted hair, although you looked the same exact way.

You wrap your arms around her neck to bring her into you for a kiss, a tired one but still passionate, when you pulled away only a string of saliva was left connecting between your tongues.

“I think it's about time we head home, sweetie, don't you think?” she asks, you take a look at the clock on her desk.

1:28 am

You have to wake up in about 6 hours but it was worth it spending time with Ms. Way like this, you would still do it if it meant getting no sleep for the rest of your life and still being with her.

“Yeah, I suppose so..” you finally answer, clearly disappointed. She laughed softly, “Let's get cleaned up and I'll take you to my place to shower and stay for the night. How does that sound?” she asked you, you immediately perked up at the offer and without a second thought you agreed.

Gerard and you have been married for as long as you can remember, however long it's been, you couldn't be more happy even if you won the lottery. To say he's the man of your dreams would be an understatement because you never thought you could be with a man so perfect, you could only hope he feels the same about you.

Every day when you get off of work, you make dinner for him before he gets home, take a shower and most of the time, “make love” as he calls it frequently, making you flustered every time.

-

Gerard has been worried about his weight recently, suddenly focusing on how tight his clothes have become, how much he eats, feeling ugly every time he looks in the mirror, and somehow deluding himself into thinking you didn't deserve someone like him, how you settled with marrying him.

He spends his entire day at work dreading to go home just to disappoint you with everything about him. He began to skip his lunch to avoid feeling disgusted with himself, of course he was hungry, But compared to disappointing you, that was the least of his concerns. After he clocked out, he dragged himself to his car and sat with himself before grabbing his car key and turning it in the ignition, watching the cars icons on the dash light up. On the drive home, he couldn't bear losing you but it wasn't worth your happiness.

When he pulled into the driveway of your shared house, he stayed in his car for a few minutes, just to delay the dread of walking in and seeing you mask your disappointment, not only of him but your life.

-

Before Gerard arrived back from work, you had already finished dinner and sat down in the living room, watching a random TV show to pass time and suppress your anticipation for Gerard's arrival. He was usually back home by now but you thought nothing of it, it wasn't often that he stayed late at the office and didn't text you to let you know but you figured he was just that busy.

Once you heard the front door unlock you immediately got up from the couch to greet your husband, you usually waited for him to find you but you couldn't handle being away from him any longer.

“Gerard! How was work baby?” You exclaimed while hugging him. You felt his awkwardness in the hug, almost like he was uncomfortable. Weird.

“Oh- um.. it was fine..” he stuttered. “dinners in the kitchen, I made your favorite” you cooed, while breaking the hug, still keeping your arms around his neck. you loved cooking for him, seeing him enjoy your food warmed every bit of your heart. He loved when you cooked for him, he always ate every bit on his plate, especially his Favorite dish.

“Ah…” he sighed, sounding borderline disappointed, making you pout a bit before he continued, “I… had a late lunch today, not very hungry y’know..?” It was the first excuse he could think of. Hearing this deeply disappointed you but you still desperately wanted to spend time with him so your mind scrambled for a way to do so. “Oh it's okay baby…do you wanna watch a show with me before going to bed? Please?” He couldn't restrain himself from your plea and reluctantly agreed.

You grabbed his hand and led him into the living room, hoping to cuddle up with him to warm up, you sat down first on one end of the couch expecting him to sit down directly next to you. but instead he sat down on the opposite end. “Gee come closer to me, why are you so far down?” You asked while scooching towards him.

He didn't respond but rather started nervously fiddling with the knot of his tie. “Baby, are you okay? You seem… off..” You ask with noticeable worry in your voice, you raise your hand to touch his face but before you can he turns his head away, swiftly, “uhm.. y- yeah everything's fine. Just.. tired. Might actually go to bed right now…” he replied before standing up and making his way out the room. “oh, o-okay gee…! Sweet dreams..” he didn't respond again, didn't even turn to smile either.

You were left alone on the couch fidgeting with your wedding ring, wondering if you did something wrong the day before or even just now to cause him to avoid your touch like that.. “I guess…I have gained a few recently…” you thought. “He's been spending a lot of time at the office recently…maybe he found someone better..no, he wouldn't cheat on me.. would he?” Your mind raced with possibilities. You felt so alone for the first time since before you met Gerard.

After some time, you finally got up and made your way to you and Gerard's shared bedroom. You felt nauseous, you wanted to cry, you wanted to throw up but most of all, you wanted to be held by him. You made it to your bedroom without having to stop mid way to throw up successfully, crawling into your bed, practically trembling, aching for his touch you laid down next to him.

He was on his side, facing in your direction, you desperately shifted closer to him to wrap your arms around him but before you could he turned around. God you felt so dejected in that moment, you wanted to cry right then and there but you swallowed your shame and fell asleep hours later.

-

Gerard followed through with this facade for days, bleeding into weeks. You wanted to confront him about his behavior every day but wussed out last second every time for one reason or another, he would occasionally cuddle you in the middle of the night and let his casual touches linger a second more than it needed to but it still wasn't enough for you, it wasn't the real him.

You felt stuck, you wanted to do more to make him happier, be who he used to be for you but instead, this time, for him. Do the little things that he did for you that brightened your day, and make even more of an effort to ask about his day. But it always ended up with you laying in bed at the end of the day staring at the blank ceiling pondering if he even loved you anymore, and God you couldn't help but cry, trying your best to stay quiet so as to not wake him.

Friday morning, you woke up and Gerard was still asleep, you had work in a few hours but he'd wake up in a couple of hours so you decided to make breakfast for him, considering he must be hungry from skipping out on dinner again the previous night.

You decided to make pancakes and bacon for him, he always ordered them at a diner you and he would always have dates at when you both started dating, maybe it would remind him of that time of your guys’ life. The aroma quickly filled the house, waking Gerard up only seconds before it was all done. He groggily swung his legs off the bed and shuffled to the kitchen.

“Good morning baby!! I made you breakfast before I leave for work!” You quickly walked towards him to kiss him on the lips, but he turned his head, avoiding the kiss and causing it to land on his cheek.

You audibly gulped, only to prevent sobbing right in front of him. You cleared your throat and spoke again, “i… I'll see you later gee…love you!!” You quickly grabbed your purse and shot him a warm smile before leaving the house.

-

Gerard loved your pancakes, but he couldn't eat them if he had a bad conscience. He stood there staring at the stack of pancakes on a plate with a second plate of bacon that lay on the kitchen counter. He stumbled back and quickly got ready for work and left the house in record time.

-

At work you couldn't even think about Gerard without having to suppress tears and have to retreat to the bathroom to pull yourself together. God was he finally getting sick of you? You admit you probably haven't been as good of a wife as he was husband, you couldn't lose him, you couldn't find another man that could live up to the bar Gerard set for you. The way he turned away from your kiss just that morning.. your heart might as well have just been stomped on right then and there. It shattered you.

When you finally arrived home from work, Gerard wasn't there, nothing out of the ordinary until you walked into the kitchen and saw the pancakes and bacon, untouched, on the counter. God whatever restraint you had before immediately walked out the door and slammed it off its hinges on its way out. You broke down, sobbing into your hands, your makeup smudging and streaking down your face. you were too weak to move at that moment until you heard Gerard pull into the driveway. He couldn't see you like this, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door.

Looking in the mirror only made it worse, you looked like a wreck. No wonder he's avoiding you.

You sniffled as quietly as you could in the hollow bathroom but not enough apparently, because moments later, you heard Gerard knocking at the closed door.

“H- hon..ahm…y/n? Are you in there?” You reluctantly opened the door without cleaning yourself up first.

The sight alone broke him, before he could comfort you, you beat him to it.

“Gee…why won't you touch me?” You tremble. He doesn't respond. “You won't even eat the food I cook for you anymore…why?” He opens his mouth to respond before you cut him off.

“Are you sick of me? Did you find someone better?” he finally speaks up, growing frustrated, not with you but rather himself. “No. You know that's not why..y/n..” you gulp. “Then why are you so repulsed by me?” God that's not what he wanted you to think at all. That sentence alone broke him.

The silence before he begins to talk is sickening. He starts to tear up before speaking, his voice cracking, “no.. God no.. sugar you’re…you're not letting me explain..”

“don't.” you cut him off again, “don't call me that when you wouldn't even touch me, hold me like I'm your wife instead of treating me like a stranger.” Your own sobs cut yourself off.

“y/n. That's not it..i-”

“Then what is it?!” you shout, voice filled with confusion rather than anger. “Why do you act like you don't love me anymore?!?”. Gerard didn't have a real answer to this, his mind was racing for an answer until it found one, it slipped out before he could stop and think about it.

“...Because I don't.”

Whatever you planned to say to him completely left your mind, your throat closed and your tears completely started streaming down your face. His own eyes widened in disbelief of what he said, he didn't have time to speak again before you shoved him out of your way and made your way to the front door. “baby…” He scrambled to follow you and plead for you to stay and talk but was quickly met with the slam of the front door.

You sprinted to your car in tears and got in to turn it on as quickly as you could. You didn't know where you were going but you didn't care in that moment, your hands gripped the steering wheel causing your knuckles to turn white as you muttered to yourself “fucking shit…i fucking KNEW IT!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

You sped down random roads until you parked in front of some random building, deciding you were far away enough from the house to properly breathe.

You took out a cigarette from your pocket and put it in your mouth to light it, reaching into the car's compartment for a lighter. After your first drag, the reality sets in deeper, you'd have to go back to the suffocating house and face him again, the worst part is you don't know if you could do that without begging him to stay with you.

It was pathetic and you knew it, you felt like you were on fire, you couldn't go back but you didn't have anywhere else to go, Gerard was the only one in your life and the worst part? You still loved him, even after all of that.

Eventually you threw your cigarette out the car window and turned your car back on, you decided to go back to the house to talk or not.

The car ride back was calmer but not any less grueling than before.

When you finally arrived home again you stopped in front of the front door to fiddle with your keys. Once you stepped foot inside you felt like bawling again, but you were too exhausted. You still wanted his touch, nothing more than to be held by him, it burned to not be touched by him, like he soothed you with his touch alone.

You closed the door behind you and heard the sound of footsteps getting louder by the second, Gerard stood right in front of you, he looked like he was crying his eyes out the moment you left, eyes blood shot, cheeks puffy.

You choked up instantly, you couldn't even think of anything to say to him. “y/n…” he began, you braced for the worst. “I love you I'm so… so sorry sugar.. more than anything else..t- the reason i..I was so d- distant was because..I was afraid I wasn't enough for you.. it was dumb of me to put you-” You quickly cupped his cheeks with both your hands and pulled him into a kiss, his hands quickly meeting your hips, the kiss was passionate and messy, exactly what you needed, just him.

You broke the kiss to speak, “gee please..I love you so much, no one could ever be better than you in a million years..” You felt his tears streaming down his face “mm please sugar…let me make you feel good *sob* I promise I'll make it all up to you” he hooked his hands under your knees and swept you off the floor and into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom.

You left light and soft kisses on his jaw and neck on your way to the bedroom, whispering sweet nothings into his ear before he gently places you into the bed as if you might shatter into pieces if he's any less careful.

You quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into another, deep kiss, he swallowed your moans as your tongue swirled against each other. “Gee please…I need you.. it's been too long..” you practically moan, he quickly drops to his knees on the floor in front of you and pulls your pants off with so much ease, “i'll make it up t'you i promise” He vows before licking a long stripe up your clothed pussy, making you moan loudly, your hands instinctively going to his hair.

He fiddles with your panties before slipping them off of you, “you're so beautiful…all mine..” he says before he starts lapping at your clit, moving his tongue in circles, making you fall back on the bed and arching your back off of it “d-dont stop g-gee” you stuttered.

He was rock hard from your begging alone, desperate for more, he entered his finger into your desperate, wet cunt, making you practically scream his name. “a-aahh! r- right there gee! Don't s-stop plea-easee…!”

You were so close by the time he added in a second finger, stretching you out. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you while swirling his tongue around your clit. “A- aahh! gee im s- so c- close!”

“Cum all over my face, sugar” your thighs clamped around his head as your grip on his head tightened, your orgasm crashing over you, making you see white. He got up to crawl over you, and removed his fingers from your cunt making you clench around nothing. His mouth was still glistening in the light from your wetness. You felt his erection rubbing on your knee through his jeans. “Fuck me gee.. please..I need you.” you whined, your hands explored his chest and made their way to his belt buckle, after you unbuckled his belt with a soft metallic clink. He got up briefly to take off his pants along with his briefs as you took your shirt and bra off, throwing them to a random place in the room.

He climbed over you again to tease you with the tip of his cock sliding against your pussy, occasionally catching on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body, “gee…mphgg..I need you..p- please” you begged, attempting to pull him down on you.

“m’ so so sorry baby.. I'll make it all better I promise..” he then lines himself up to your cunt, he quickly thrusts in, shaking with need. He doesn't want you to wait for what you want especially since he's put you through enough.

“A- ahh gee..feelsoog- goodd” you babble as your body arches into his, and he's just as much of a mess as you are, “sugarr..a- ahh” he moans, he's so starstruck he can't finish his sentence.

He starts thrusting, still stretching you out, he loves The way you look when you're so drunk off of his cock. “I'm so sorry baby.. I'm so- ahh! ss…sorryyy~” his lips collide with yours, messy and desperate, your teeth scraping together makes you cringe a bit but your couldn't care less as he babbles apologies into your mouth, “I love you s’ much momma..sososo m- much” he chokes on his own words.

“Mpghh …I love you too g- gee..aah! So fucking mu- uch!” You grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself as his pace quickens, making you oh so close to your second release. “G- gee I'm so clo- osee!! shi- itt!” You practically scream out, “f- fuck baby m- me too..”

He whines and cries your ear, whispering choked and broken praises into your ear as he thrusts into you one last time, quickly filling you up, your hips buck into his, attempting to get him into you deeper as your sweet release hits you as he tiredly thrusts into you.

You moan loudly “mph…you did so well baby..” you assure him as he collapses on top of you, nose nuzzling into your neck, your sweaty bodies now on each other. “I love you s’ much sugar…so beautiful…all f'me” he mutters into your chest.

You both lay there, soaking each other up, ignoring the fact that he still has yet to pull out and get cleaned up, he just wants to feel you on him forever, he never wants to leave you. Your fingers fidget with his hair, relishing his presence and touch.

This year, Gerard avoided the conversation of his birthday, insisting he didn't want to do anything at all, you figured he was growing insecure about his age but you didn't want to push for the real reason, mostly out of fear it would make him feel worse about it. You couldn't stand not doing anything for him especially after he goes all out every single year for your own.

A few weeks before his birthday,you were talking about your worries to a friend, brainstorming ideas on what to do for him that wouldn't go against what he said completely and still be somewhat special for him. “You could just invite just a few close friends or family over? Keep it simple as that.” Your friend suggested, “as much as I would love to do that, he said he didn't want to do ANYTHING, that might be too much…” The room fell silent again as you both returned to thinking.

Your friend noticeably lit up, you wouldn't be surprised if there was a bright light bulb floating above her head, “you could do something new for him in the bedroom?” she said slowly. You raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what could be referring to, “What do you have in mind?” You asked her, “Have you ever thought of petplay?”

She now had a wide grin on her face. Heat began to crawl up your neck at the suggestion, beginning to imagine his reaction if you went through with it. “I- i…uhm..like what specifically?” You stammered out.

For the next 10 minutes she explained to you what pet play was and texted you a link to a kitty costume you could buy just in case you wanted to do it, Which you didn’t…right? It seemed wrong, and plus, you didn't even know if Gerard would even like it, your gut twisted itself into a knot imagining his disgusted face at the idea.

You decided maybe it was best to just think of ideas yourself, but suddenly a week passed and you got nothing, and time was running out, so you decided to grow a pair and order it.

The day of his birthday it was about 30 minutes before he came home from work so you decided to slip it on just in case he came home earlier than usual.

The set came with ears, whiskers, a leather collar with a bell, a lacy black lingerie mini dress and a tail that clipped onto the black lace underwear. You had to admit your hands were clammy and you were stressed that he wouldn't like this at all but you kept it on and waited until you heard the front door open.

Once you heard Gerard step foot into the house, you made your way from the bedroom to the front of the house, “I'm home, sugar! Where are you?” Your heart was slamming against your ribs as you nervously stepped out from the corner you were hiding behind, now in Gerard's view. “H- happy birthday gee.”

You were a nervous wreck, and Gerard was smiling ear to ear upon seeing you. God, he was so infatuated by you he couldn't do anything except smile and admire you for a few seconds before realizing you were clearly nervous about what he thought. “You look..amazing.”

You suddenly felt the heat in your neck and face disappear and pool to your core. He began to step close to you, until he was right in front of you. “Such a bad kitty…” he raises a hand to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip, “I told you not to do anything for me…I think you ought to be punished don't you agree?”

You audibly gulped, he didn't give you a beat to answer before his lips crashed into yours, a claiming dominant kiss you immediately melted into, hands instinctively making their way up to his face before he broke the kiss, “ah-ah” he tsked before grabbing your wrists with both his hands, “bad kitties like you don't get to touch now, do they?” He said sternly and yet so taunting “m’sorry.. please..” you begged, still unaware what he was planning for you. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.. don’cha think?”.

You couldn't even process what he said when he grabbed the back of your thighs and swept you off your feet and into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom, and softly dropping you on your shared bed with a soft thud, without letting a second pass, his mouth was on yours again, tongue swirling against yours, you felt yourself soaking your panties from just him kissing you.

You bucked your hips up to meet his erection sticking out from his jeans, he grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise to pin them down, his nose nuzzling in between your shoulder and neck.

He feels your heart hammering through your chest and snickered to himself obviously enthralled in what he's doing to you, as a result, he teases you through your thin lacey bottoms, slowly circling your clit with his calloused finger.

You let out a needy moan and attempt to grind at his hand. “Meow for me, baby…I wanna hear you so bad…” he basically moaned, each word filled with need and want. “M-mgph..meow..” you manage, entranced in his intoxicating eyes locked on yours.

You could feel his cock twitch against his jeans with every moan you let out, he moves his hand down your body to slip off your panties and toss them over his shoulder. “God you're so beautiful.. all f'me, huh?”

You whimper at that statement somehow getting even wetter than you already were, “I think you've been good enough for a little prize.”

He smirks then unbuckles his belt and slides off his jeans and briefs, his cock making a lewd slap against his stomach. You can see the tip of him glistening with pre-cum while he rubs against your wet pussy, making you arch your back off the bed and scratch his clothed back.

He pulls away briefly, making you moan at the loss, with a slow thrust he was inside you. The pain of him stretching you out felt so new even though this is far from the first time you and Gerard have had sex.

After you adjusted to him, all you could feel was pleasure, lost in how well he filled you, just like two puzzle pieces. He grabbed your wrist and put it to your core to feel the bulge he's making from his cock, you couldn't help but push down, sending shocks of pleasure through the both of you.

He kept thrusting in and out of you, his tip crashing into your g spot on each thrust, making your vision go white every time. “Oh- my-G-god-sugar-you-feel-a-amazing” he started to speed up rapidly, chasing his high, bringing his finger to circle your clit to chase yours as well. The new pace caused your bell on your collar to jingle even louder. Your orgasm hits you and you come all over his cock, and finally, he fills you up, come spilling out and into the sheets.

“Good kitty…taking me so well…” he coos before giving you a soft kiss to your forehead before dropping to the bed right next to you.

“Mmm…. Happy birthday baby~” you mumble before falling asleep in his arms.