Misfits

Smuttttt

((Smut vibes))

Being carried over the shoulder was not my favorite thing in the world, but I was with Gerard. Right now I was overwhelmed with happiness that I had him.

He set me down gently on the bed, walked back to the door, shut it and locked it. Not like anyone was going to walk in on us, but whatever.

As he walked towards me, he flipped his gorgeous red hair and winked at me. God, I was so hard right now. He took his jeans off and slid next to me as I took mine off.

As we lay there, facing eachother, my heart began to speed up. I ached for his touch

His kiss.

Him.

He took his hand and caressed my cheek, shivering at the feeling of his soft hands on my face. He ran his finger over the injuries Alex had given me, causing me to flinch.

"Sorry baby." He said leaning closer, kissing my jaw, up to my wounds. He put little butterfly kisses all over my bruises and cuts, his lips lingering everywhere he touched. 

"I need you to..." I moaned as he kept kissing me on my neck, leaving soft little wet marks all over and leaving purple bruises in some areas.

"What baby, what do you need me to do?" He looked at me and smirked as I gave him the most needing look possible. He slammed his lips hard onto mine and opened his mouth allowing for our tounges to meet.

He climbed on me, straddling my waist. He took my right hand and interlocked it with his, without breaking the kiss. his left hand was behind my neck as he began to grind on me, matching speed with our kisses.

He slid my shirt over my head, fumbling to get his own off. I giggled as we went back to kissing, forcing his tounge in my mouth, wet and lustful.

He felt up and down my arms and ran his fingers over my scars. He stopped kissing me and took my wrist as I gulped, he was going to think I was ugly because of them. Everyone already did.

Some scars had faded, some were pink and there were the bright red ones that I carved onto my skin last night.

"Oh fuck are these self inflicted Frank." That was a question with an obvious answer, I felt like I was going to cry. I couldn't speak and as if he knew what I was thinking he traced over my scars with his thumb and said "You're still so beautiful, Frankie"

He locked his fingers with mine, kissing me from my lips, trailing down to neck down to my neck and to my chest. He made me feel so good, though I didn't want to go to far, I didn't want to regret anything. I didn't want to regret my first time.

He looked at the bulge in my boxers and looked up at me. I turned beet red as he smiled and took my dick in his hand. God, it felt like I was going to explode already. He licked his lips and instead of continuing with his hands, he took my whole length in his mouth.

I let out a soft, low moan as he bobbed his head up and down. I watched him in amazment, wondering where he learned all of this.

His hand slowly moved back to stroke himself, matching the rate of his head bobbing. He moaned in pleasure as I matched his head movements and thrusted into his mouth.

"I'm close Gee..." I could barely get the words out, as he increased his speed with both his hand on himself and his mouth and other hand on me.

I came in his mouth, as he swallowed every last bit of it. He came hard on my leg, arching his back which he closed his eyes, with his mouth slightly parted.  He was beautiful when he came. Who am I kidding, he beautiful as it is.

He plopped down next to me, breathing heavily and smiling. "Man, Frank, I really like you, ya know?"

"I like you too, gee."

He shifted on to his side so he was facing me and propped his head up on his hand. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you in time, ya know, before he did this to your face." He chuckled and I pretended to pout.

He rubbed his thumb over my eye, lightly, but I still flinched.

"No matter how much I want to stay here and cuddle with you, I have to go make sure Mikey is okay. Text me later tonight?"

"Of course." He got dressed and walked out the door.

I layed there on my bed thinking I finally had Gee, and maybe after our date on Friday, He'll actually become mine. I've never had a relationship before, and from the looks of it, Gerard has.

I'm so afraid of getting hurt, but I trust him.

I think.

It was about 9pm before he texted me,my phone buzzed by me and scared the shit out of me.

Gee: Hey baby, how're you feeling

Me:My face is sore, but I'm doing fine. how's Mikey?

Gee: He's got a cut on his nose from his glasses and a black eye, but nothing major.

Im glad he's not hurt, he didn't deserve that. We all knew it was an accident.

Me: That's good, but I'm kind of lonely. Sneak out and sleep in my bed?

Gee: I can't turn that down;)

He was over in about ten minutes, he didn't even bother knocking as he walked through all the doors that led to my bed. It was dark but I knew he was smiling. Without a word he took his jeans off, climbed into bed with me and we drifted off to sleep.

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I had no clue what to call this chapter tbh, it's all smut. So I named it smut. I hope you enjoyedxoxo