Imagines

Let Me Love You || Gerard Way Smut

Song: Crazy In Love (2014 Remix) - Beyonce

Y/N

Smut Warning and Use of Alcohol!

"What are we doing out here, Gerard? Are you going to murder me?" I ask laughing while following my best friend into the woods at the middle of the night.

"No, I need to tell you something..." He trails off while turning around, facing me.

"Okay, well shoot." I say rocking on my heels and tip toes while slightly swinging my arms.

He sighs and runs his hand through his greasy, black hair. "Okay... Um there's really no way to say this properly, but I really like you, Y/N." Gerard says looking into my eyes deeply.

"And I like you too, Gerard." I say, taking a slight step closer to him.

He chocks on air, "Really?"

"Yes," I laugh at his surprised state. A huge ass grin spreads across his face, then his embracing me in his arms. We're like this for quite awhile, then he starts leaning in for a kiss.

Just as our lips were about to meet, I'm awoken from my dream by knocking on my front door.

"Goddamn it." I say throwing the covers off of my body and getting out of bed. I childishly stump to my front door, pissed to no end that whoever it is woke me from my dream, let alone my sleep.

I quickly move the swing guard and unlock the deadbolt. not even bothering to see if it was a murder because I'm pissed and they should be the one running. I swing the door the door open ready to rain hell down upon who was at my door, but all my anger drains away as I see a very drunk Gerard at my doorstep.

"Y/N!" Gerard slurs while almost tipping over.

"Gerard," I say, closing my eyes in sadness, I hate seeing Gerard like this. "Why are you here?"

"Because you're my best friend and... I didn't want Mikey to see me like this..." He says almost falling asleep at the door.

"Come on," I say, putting one of his arms around my shoulder and one of mine around his waist to keep him balanced, leading him to my couch. "Have you had anything to eat, water?" I ask once I get him seated, taking his face in my hands so he'd stay awake.

"No," he rasps.

"Of course," I whisper, genitally pushing him into the couch, and going to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and a packet of crackers, something small and light so he doesn't get sick all over my floor.

I walk back into the living room, water in one hand, crackers in the other. "Gerard?" I say, trying to get his attention, from which he was staring off into space. He looks over to me as I sit down next him. I take the cap off the water bottle, "You need to drink this." I say handing him the bottle, which he takes, but there's a slight tremble in his hand. I watch closely, as he takes a drink of water, but wont stop. I pull the water away from his lips, not wanting him to get sick, which thankfully he didn't fight me for it.

I go to sit the water down on the table but Gerard grabs my wrist lightly before I get too far from him. I turn around, looking into his eyes, I open my mouth to say something, but before I can get anything out, his lips are crashing into mine.

A million thoughts are running threw my mind, as I sit there in shock, but one thought stuck out the most; Gerard was kissing me! My long time best friend and crush was kissing me.

But then it all started to come to a halt as I felt him pull away from me, but I stopped him by letting the water bottle fall from my hands to the floor, and entangle both my hands into his greasy, black locks, pulling him closer to me. He lays his hands on my waist while I straddle his lap, pushing him into the couch again, but more rougher this time, and for different reasons.