frerard

basement gerard

A/N: this one is gerard x reader, idk why, im not that much of a fan of this type but it's the way my inspiration flowed. hope you enjoy the embodiment of my mcr-trashness

You rested your head against the wall of the upstairs room of a house party. You were standing next to Gerard, a really nice but quiet guy with gorgeously messy black hair who was wearing an Iron Maiden T-Shirt. All around you were people from your year, from both yours and other schools. It was about 11pm and you were feeling a little tired from the alcohol, but you could still feel the excited buzz humming in your head and chest. You had been talking to Gerard all night, but you hadn't really done anything else and didn't want your tipsiness to go to waste. He hadn't said much in the last 5 minutes, as you rested against the wall, but you when you looked back up from staring mindlessly at the ground, you noticed a large bulge in his light denim jeans. Instantly, you feel your stomach drop in excitement, and wonder if it's because of you.

Now, normally, you wouldn't feel so confident, but those shots you downed earlier, and the fact that you were insanely attracted to the extremely adorable and probably totally submissive guy in front of you, urged you to lean forward so your face was positioned near the side of his jaw.

Gerard looked at you inquisitively, but you could hear his breath hitch a little when you stepped even closer to whisper into his ear.

"Hey... Gerard..."you whispered breathily, making sure to get as close as possible without actually touching him.

"Mmhmm?" Gerard responded, trying to sound casual, but it came out sort of broken and breathy.

"Is there a reason you're so... excited? Is it because one of the girls here?"

Gerard glanced up at you in surprise, and then began to blush profusely as he realised you knew he was rock hard, and had been for quite some time.

When Gerard realised he couldn't lie himself out of this one, and that he was pretty eager to see where this ended up, he plucked up the courage to answer quietly "Uhhh, yes."

"Was it... Megan?" You asked deviously.

"No." Gerard said quickly.

"Ashley? Laura?" Gerard shook his head.

"But, I'm the only other girl here." Gerard looked down at the floor, a little embarrassed and totally nervous for what could happen next.

You moved your body so it was almost touching his front on, and using your left hand, stroked his hair very gently.

Gerard breathed deeply and looked into your eyes for an answer.

"I want to make you cum," you whispered roughly in his ear, and began to stroke his inner thigh. You could feel him practically vibrating underneath your touch.

"Please," he breathed out, almost sobbing with need as your hand moved higher up his leg encouragingly and you began to press small, wet kisses to his neck.

He smelt like old coffee and cigarettes, and you couldn't help but bury your face in his neck hungrily- sucking at his slightly sweaty skin.

By this time, his breaths were shallow and you hadn't even touched him yet.

You looked up at his face, his eyes shut tight in anticipation, and his eyebrows furrowed in waiting.

Not wanting to tease him any longer, you quickly grabbed him through his stiff jeans and his eyes flew open and his head rolled back as you squeezed him tight.

"Please... touch me." Gerard whined out as you began to rub his hard on through his jeans, him bucking up slightly to increase the pressure.

"Okay sweetheart, come with me."

You stepped back to admire his dishevelled and completely desperate demeanour, before grabbing his hand and running into one of the random bedrooms down the corridor. You pulled him through the door, and quickly slammed it shut by pushing him against it- a small groan of pleasure escaping Gerard's lips.

"Oh, so you like it rough, huh? Slut." You didn't give him a chance to answer, before pulling his head back by his hair and finally pressing your lips together in an intense kiss.

You wasted no time in getting your hands back down to rubbing him through his jeans, and this time he didn't hold back, thrusting aggressively into your hand while letting out a chain of breathy moans into the kiss.

You broke apart, both breathing heavily. You stilled your hand, and began to rub him much more softly.

"Have you ever come twice in one night, honey?"

"Um, no."

"Do you think you can, for me? I really want to see you lose it in those jeans of yours, like the little slut you are, but I also want to suck your dick and make you fuck my mouth until you come so hard you cant see straight. Do you think you can do that for me baby?" You continued rubbing him very softly, until he responded,

"I'll try."

It was dark in the room, but you didn't need light to be able to tell the desperation written all over his face. He was almost there, you could tell.

All of a sudden you began stroking him as hard and fast as you could, and he started to moan constantly, drawn out, loud moans that you wanted to hear more of.

"Louder, I know you can scream louder than that Gerard. I want to hear you lose it."

You began to lick at his neck again, and two more strokes later and you felt him jolt stiff and shoot his load hard into his pants, moaning loudly one last time before lazily connecting your mouths in a heated kiss.

You stood like that for a while, just tasting each other, not rushing to do anything in particular just yet, but gently stroking each other's hair and softly kissing.

so how was it? let me know if you want a part 2, or like a different scenario. did the perspective work? also- anyone wanna collaborate on a longer story? :)- andrea