A Night At Home (Gerard One Shot)

A Night At Home

        It’s midnight. You’re watching T.V. in your living room. Criminal Minds is on. It’s a rerun of course, but when has that ever stopped you?
You hear a knocking at your door. You mute your show and get up off your recliner to answer it. Waiting for you is Gerard Way. His sleek, black hair a mess; his eyes red and tortured.
Without warning, he grabs you by the throat and pushes you up against the wall next to your door, kicking the door shut behind him. He roughly kisses your neck next to his hand, then your jaw, then your cheek. He forcibly pushes his soft lips against yours. You’re surprised, but most definitely not arguing.
Your knee comes up to his hip and he grabs your ass firmly and you contour your body to his, arching your back and moaning deeply from the back of your throat.
“You like that?” he growls, desire in his voice.
He slides his other hand to grab the other side of your tush and lifts you up, so you’re pressed up against each other.
“I’ve been admiring you from a distance for a while now,” he whispers, piquing your interest,” and now I’m going to take what I want.”
You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, amazed by his confidence and how easily you’re agreeing to all of this.
You wrap your slender legs around his waist, and he begins to grind against you. You feel his belt buckle digging in to you, and gasp, then whisper, “Gerard!”
In response, he pushes harder, with more passion, in turn working you up even more. He pulls back for just a second, only long enough to pull your shirt off and unhook and remove your bra.
He looks you up and down for a moment, grunts, then goes back to kissing you. He kisses your cheek again, up to your cheek bones, then next to your ear.
“Do you want me like I want you?” he breathes, the air escaping his mouth tickling your ear.
You nod, unable to muster anything more.
He pushes his hips against yours to hold you up as he removes his shirt, revealing a slim, toned body. Your heartrate rises, realizing that this is really happening.
Without warning, he pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the couch, dropping you down, then promptly laying down on top of you. He moves enough to the side to allow access to your lower regions
He slides his hands down your chest then across your jeans’ zipper, sending a shiver down your spine. He quickly unbuttons and unzips your jeans, and slides a hand between them and your blue lacy panties. You instantly moan at the contact, and grind your hips against his hand, rubbing you gently. You feel a familiar knot building in your abdomen, signaling a rising orgasm.
You’re about half way there when he stops and slides off your jeans. He kisses your stomach, your hip bones, the edge of your panties, then your mound. You buck your hips and he holds you down. He kisses your inner thighs after that, then across your most delicate area. He moves your underwear aside, and gently slips one finger into you, looking at you whilst doing so. You gasp lightly; it’s been a while since you’ve had contact like this. He pulls back and slides in a second finger, and pushes in roughly and you moan loudly. He starts thrusting his hand in and out, his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time. You feel the knot building again.
When it’s raised a good amount again, he stops and pulls off your panties, then quickly moves his mouth to your crotch and begins licking roughly. You quickly get to climax, and arch your back as an orgasm races throughout your body.
While you’re in the throes of your finish, he pulls off his jeans and underwear and wraps your legs around his waist. His impressive length stands out in front of him. He sees your eyes and mouth agape, and winks at you.
“You ready for me? You ready for me to take me like the little slut you are?”
You quickly nod in response and he lines himself up to your entrance. He slides himself up and down a bit, teasing you, and when you think you can’t take any more, he pushes himself in all the way in one swift thrust. Your head flies back in pleasure and you scream out his name.
He begins thrusting at a steady rate, moaning with each push in. He pulls you against him with his hands on your hips, nails digging into your sides. You’re breathing heavily, overcome with ecstasy.
He begins to pound harder and harder, you can tell he’s nearing the time where he comes. You look him dead in the eye, and say, “give it to me, now.”
He, surprisingly, obeys and quickens up. An orgasm wracks his body, and you feel his load shoot into you, hot and satisfying.
He collapses on to you, kissing your neck lightly, and whispers, “I’ve waited so long to do this.”