Our clothes are displayed all over the room. He kisses and sucks on my neck.
"Gerard, I need you." I say between gasps and moans.
He puts himself at my entrance and slowly thrusts in. I bite my lip in pain and pleasure.
"Y/n are you okay?" He asks. I nod he pulls out slightly and does the same pattern. With that, I start to finally enjoy myself. He kisses my lips again, but I move my kisses down his face to his neck. I bite, kiss, and suck on his neck leaving hickeys scattered. His skin is sweaty, but sweet, I like it.
I look back up at him and he feverishly attacks my lips. I moan into the kiss, his thrusts speed up and we groan in pace with his thrusts.
"Y/n.. fuck you feel good." He says while rolling his eyes back for a second.
"Lay down," I say. Gerard looks at me; shocked.
"Anything you want Sugar." He flips us over and I put my hands above his head. His hands meet my breasts and I start to bounce on him.
"Oh shit," I moan; breaking the kiss.
"This is so much better," he groans while smirking. I kiss him and grind on his cock, bouncing every once in a while.
"You're such a a terrible person y/n," he degrades and I moan. I pull on some of his hair and he gasps.
"Fuck me harder," he says and I start to bounce hard on his cock. "Gerard.." I pant.
"You make me so hard. I've always wanted to fuck a psychopath." He moans.
"I love you y/n."
"I- I love you too Gerard."
We reach our climaxes together. After a few moments of cuddling I get up to take a shower, but of course he asks me a question.
"Can I join you?" With a smirk plastered on his face, I let him join me.
We clean ourselves up and make out in the shower. The rest of the night is a blur.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a mental hospital. The majority of your days you sat and played with your hands. Every once in a while getting notes from strangers. No one ever spoke to you except the caretakers. You never spoke to anybody anyway it was pointless for them. Unt...
