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Make You Moan (Gerard smut)

Top!Gerard

Bottom!Y/N

Summary: Amazing what one concert photo can inspire.

Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)
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There he was, looking like sin personified up on stage, driving the crowd wild with his antics. Granted every night he writhed around on stage, touching himself, doing all kinds of suggestive things with the microphones and sometimes with Frank, but tonight was especially bad.
You were watching from the side stage, chewing on your lower lip as you watched your husband Gerard play up the sex-god rock star persona.

The tour life was pretty far from sexy. It was stuffy tour buses with tiny bunks, running from interview to interview, sound checks, prepping for the shows, and crashing afterward, sometime in a hotel room, sometimes back on the stuffy, crowded bus. And because of this, it had been a while since you two had a proper night together.
Gerard was letting out all his sexual frustrations on stage and it was driving you absolutely mad. All you could think about was rushing out on stage and having him right there, crowd be damned.

Gerard glanced over at you, to make sure you were watching him and when he saw how intently you were watching his every move he added some extra familiar sounding moans to Destroya. The crowd ate it up and you felt your knees go weak.
He glanced over and saw the look of lust on your face. He turned back to the crowd and ran his tounge up his fingers, agonizingly slowly before looking back at you with a wink.
"Fucking christ, Way," you muttered to yourself when he shot you a wink.
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After the show you ducked back to the dressing room while the band was taking their bows. It was shared with the other guys so you left a note in Gerard's jacket pocket and grabbed a cab back to your hotel.
Gerard was looking for you after the show, but when he pulled on his jacket, he felt the note in the pocket.

"I can't wait to make you moan like that when you get back to the room" and you sealed the note with a kiss of your ruby red lipstick.
Gerard gathered up his stuff quickly and asked the security guards to get him back to the hotel as soon as possible.
"I pity the people in the rooms next to theirs," Ray muttered and Mikey just shook his head.
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Gerard couldn't get the hotel room for open fast enough. As he burst through the door, running his hands through his bright red hair, he found you waiting on the bed in new black lace lingerie that you had packed, but not had a chance to surprise him with yet.

"'Bout time, thought I was gonna have to take care of matters myself," you chastised.
"Don't you dare," Gerard growled as he dropped his jacket off his shoulders and peeled off his shirt before pouncing on you, lips connecting with fire, then his lips moving to your neck, biting, leaving marks that would let the world know tomorrow what happened tonight.
His left hand slinked down below the edge of your panties, between your legs, running his long fingers against you before dipping in, first one, then two. You slid down the bed, arching into the feeling. He continued to pump in 

and out as your moans grew louder.
"Oh Gee, fuck," you moaned.
"Louder (yn), fucking shout who is making you feel this good."
"Fuck! Gerard!" You screamed as you came undone. He pulled his fingers out agonizingly slowly and licked them clean, just has he had done on stage tonight. If you hadn't just come, you could have done it all over again at the sight.
You then turned the tables on him. Pushing him down you straddled his waist, feeling how hard he was below you as you grinded against him.

You leaned down, kissing him, and returning the favor on his neck, kissing his jaw before stopping to go for his belt and tugging his pants down. You stood up to pull off your panties and discarded your bra across the room as he finished disrobing himself.
When he was laying back down on the bed, you lowered yourself over him, realizing how much you missed the intimate closeness and the heat from your relationship.
"Fuck, (yn), I love you so much," he murmured as you started to move and grind on him.
"I know babe, I love you too," you purred. After a few minutes, Gerard grabbed your hips and rolled you over, so he was on top of you, hazel eyes piercing into yours, lips crashing back together. Moans and declarations of love filling the room.

"(YN), I'm close," Gerard panted between kisses. You just nodded in response, mind too preoccupied to form a response. Moments later he let out a moan concert goers could only dream of hearing come from his lips. Filled with love and passion felt only and forever for you. It was what put you over the edge as well.

The next day you both emerged from the hotel room and made your way hand in hand to the tour bus. From the marks on your necks and kiss swollen lips, it was plain to see you both had spent the night doing anything but sleeping, and couldn't be happier about it.