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dead-dovediner · 2 days ago

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Meet and Eat (Mikey Way x !fem reader)

triggers/warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), Fingering, Use of Y/N, that's pretty much it, it'll get more kinky in part 2 cause guess what, it'll have a part 2

word count: 4289

Not Too Much But, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

(Thank you to pookie @m1lkywaymikey for helping me with this gorgeous fic, I don't think I could've done this fic this fast without you) You guys go check out her writing acc @m1lkywaywritey

It was the late night of yet another melancholy Friday. Rotting away in your apartment block, lonely and bored. No life whatsoever; all of your friends were out doing only God knows what at this age; having fun while all you were doing was sitting on your couch and binging series that don't even make any sense.

You were fed up with the life you had. A boring job, a too normal life where nothing happened and friends who weren't anything special. It was depressing, and you knew it too. So after some internal debate on whether you should do something tonight or not; you went with the let's do something fun for once option out of the two.

You turned off the television and that stupid show that was playing. You put some music on instead on your phone, the trustworthy playlist of yours always had your back, given any mood.

With the music flowing from your phone's speaker you gathered the energy to finally stand up and actually plan a night out of this self made prison cell. But what does one do these days? Clubbing for sure; but when you're alone with no friends it's not fun nor safe, so that was a no. Maybe a bar that opened up not too long ago? Is it even open at this time? As you stood there you quickly checked it on your phone through a fast google search and found yourself staring at the words "Closed! Opens up at 10AM, call our cell to reserve a table!". Great- there was literally nothing else in your mind, was there even anything to do?

You sat back down only to scroll your phone a bit, when a post caught your eyes. It's a meet and greet of some rock band. 18+ only and not too far away from your place.

It was worth a click, a new string of hope rising in you. The post loaded to it's full size and your attention was captured by the lovely presentation of the meet and greet. The theme was something of a "Black Parade"? Let that be anything. The poster on the page looked trustworthy and when you looked at what time it'd be you saw it on the bottom right corner of the page.

It said "From 11PM - 5AM" which was in perfect timing for you. You quickly looked around the page to see if you didn't miss anything important on the page. You ordered a cab and texted the address in as you started getting ready.

You were finally going out in who knows how long. And to be fair it was nice, even if the planning was spontaneous and even though it's not a fully deciphered plan, it will work. Somehow.

Your closet protested as you stepped in. Clothes everywhere, thrown around the small room, both dirty and clean. Somehow you did eventually put a whole outfit together piece by piece. Nothing too showy but it was still not the usual of what you wore.

You didn't had the mood for makeup so you skipped it completely. Instead you went for a search around the small place to find your black purse. You did find it after a few minutes of searching while cursing under your breath. You were a hot mess to be fair.

Nothing was organized about you and that made you special, sure. Either way you got ready in the matter of 20 minutes and without giving yourself a second thought, you walked out on your front door, turned the key twice to double lock it and took the walk of shame on the stairs from the 2nd floor until you were met with the familiar white door that opened with a rusty creak.

The late night breeze hit your face and it was a refreshing little moment before the cab you ordered honked at you, making you jump a bit and walk straight for it.

~~^^~~

The driver dropped you off at the address you gave him, which was a four story building with soft warm lights still on. So this really was it, huh? A meet and greet.

You thanked the driver his kindness of dropping you off and then walked to the building's entrance. Walking in you saw posters lining the walls most of them directions like "Meet and greet on the next corridor" and so on.

After getting lost like 3 times you finally found the right door to a bigger room filled with people your age. They all dressed either vividly or full funeral black, there wasn't really a way to fit in, it was chaos. A sorted through chaos.

You didn't even know the band who were doing the meet and greet. So with a still somewhat lost head space you stood in line. Before you was a woman with teased hair and very revealing clothes. However she had a kindness to her which was weird because her looks intimidated you.

"Oh, hi- This is the meet and greet, right?" You dared tap her shoulder, just to make sure she knew you were asking her. She turned with a big smile on her face and that's when you noticed her full coverage black and white makeup. Holy shit, is this a cult? You thought to yourself.

"Yes, dear. This is the right place if you came here for the My Chem meet and greet! I also heard another band was in town so just make sure to double check the doors and corridors. If you're searching for the Fall Out Boy meet and great they are on the next floor; or so I heard." The woman's voice was lovely as she explained the situation.

"Oh uhh- I think I came here to meet My Chemical Romans? Was that the name? Sorry- I don't know them really well. To be fair I don't even know them, I only came here because I was bored and nothing else was open in town." With an awkward giggle you admitted the even more embarrassing fact. She didn't judge you though (or if she did, you didn't notice a change in her demeanor).

"Ha- yeah, don't worry sweetie, that's okay. Yeah, they are My Chemical Romance. This is a meet and greet to celebrate their 3rd album 'The Black Parade'. They are all standing right there." She pointed to one of the corners of the room where people were taking pictures with other people; most likely the band.

"Right there, in the leather jacket with white hair; that's Gerard. The singer. Then, standing next to him in a black shirt with middle length black hair; that's Frank. The rhythm guitarist. Next to those two, we have Ray, with his curly hair and colorful shirt and jeans. The actual guitarist. And at last right there in the far corner it's Mikey, the bassist. In his tight jeans and band shirt." As she described them, you could make out who each one was. But the bassist, Mikey. Yeah, he caught your gaze.

He was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen before. And as you were zoning out, staring at his features an unhinged thought crossed your mind. 'Damn, his hips look so clutch-able. His neck is so perfectly carved, mhm I'd love to leave hickeys on it.' Which was surprising because usually you weren't the person who sexualized someone without manners.

But this gorgeous man in the back of the room made your thoughts go a different way they usually would. Ones more erotic and darker, and the longer you stared the more you fell in love with the man mere meters away from you.

"I never got your name, I'm Kaitzy. You can call me Kait for short! It's nice to meet you!" Kaitzy snapped you out of your dirty daydreams as she held out a hand to you, introducing herself sweetly.

"Oh- yeah. I'm Y/N, but you can just call me N/N (nick name). The pleasure's mine!" You weren't sure if she said anything before, while you were zoned out so with a quick prayer and fast handshake you went back to admiring.

The line moved at a medium speed and it didn't take long for Kait to eventually be next. Her whole self was extracting excitement as the guy before left the room and she was up next. With a huge grin on her pretty face she went up to the four awaiting men, shook their hands and started talking.

You couldn't exactly hear what she was talking about but it was with such passion you knew it had to be about the band. The men listened to her and payed attention to whatever she was explaining to them.

A few minutes passed but you didn't even notice the time passing because you weren't truly there. Your mind took another slide down a thread of horniness. Kait at last left and went to the next room where if you remembered correctly the band will perform after the meet and greet. Next thing you know the white haired Jerard? waves to you because you're next.

~~^^~~

It's been a long night with the guys, a lot of fans came to the meet and greet even though this is a smaller town and it's late at night. But when she stepped into the already full room, an expression on her gorgeous face that said she has no idea where she is. My night got better, and suddenly an animalistic need raised in me.

Ray even had to softly shake me out of the trance I ended up in, all because of a woman who just got here. I was pathetic, really. The line was still pretty long and I had to act nicely, pretend that I listened to anything these people said. Smile and pose. Snap a pic and then the next one, and so on.

It was boring, yet she made it worth it; gosh I sound so cheesy but I really do think this is love at first sight. Is she a fan? Or did she actually get lost and she was supposed to go to the Fall Out Boy meet and greet to see another batch of handsome men…

I don't think I want to know the answer, but hopefully I will be able to ask her. If she'll stay in line and not like 30% of the people who come in on those doors. I don't even know why they come here, sometimes it seems like we're all just animals in a zoo.

You take a look, point at it, make a picture and then call it a day. It was the weird side of being famous. The people.

~~^^~~

I tried to listen to everyone's monologue, I really did try. But my head was somewhere completely else. I could feel her gaze on me, it burned a hole right through me, and it took me a lot of pain to not reciprocate the way she was staring. Felt like she was undressing me with her eyes, my soul and body naked before her piercing look, and I hoped she liked what she saw.

I was counting the people in line until we only had two women before the angel whom I could only hope was single. The two girls talked forever, about the same thing everyone does. It's great, we all appreciate it, but God, it's like someone took a test and everyone copied of off the same kid.

Then after excruciating minutes of utter fangirling it was my eye candy's turn to walk up to us, my famous last words to any God that'll listen are 'please just don't let her be head over heels for my brother'.

She seemed out of place, her appeal too much for a man like me to handle. Between the seas of unoriginal people who think they are so different she's like a diamond glowing bright.

Gerard waved her over and only then did she dare come closer to us. Holy fucking hell she was even more prettier up close. Frank greeted her and asked her how she was, just the usual when we're interacting with fans, but this was different.

I felt like I was the fan and she was the celebrity not the other way around.

She was either really shy or super intimidated, I couldn't really tell, other than the fact she'd fit perfectly against me. The guys said hi to her, including me. She hummed her response. And fuck- her voice; it was straight out of a porn catalogue, I could picture her moans perfectly.

But what was I thinking? I don't even know her name, or if she's single for the matter. What if she's a lesbian? I'd be double doomed. Are aroace people still a thing? I hope she's not one.

Then she turned to me, her eyes meeting mine and I was already melting away but at the same time getting harder by the minute. A curse slipped under my breath which I hoped she didn't hear, because of course I had to wear the tightest jeans tonight; trusting the thin fabric with my life I acted like nothing was going on.

Her lashes slowly moved up and down as she sized me up, and I mumbled a prayer my jeans won't betray me for once. When she was over with the… teasing? Was that teasing? Or am I overthinking again? She came to stand directly in front of me, which took me by surprise but I was also very much excited.

"Y/N; it's great to finally meet you. It's Mikey, right?" She gave me a boner worthy smile, one I definitely swooned over a bit way too much and the way her tongue rolled the syllables as she said my name only strengthened the picture in my mind as she moaned it.

"Yes, that's me. But I'm sure you already know, since y'know- this is like… a meet and greet." Oh my god. Mikey, shut up. What am I even trying to say? I can not think with my head right now, my growing erection's head would say otherwise.

Either way I held out a hand, hopefully one she'll take and won't notice the soft sweat over it. If she does than I'll be deep fried until my cheeks burn. I even hold my breath as she takes my hand, her skin meeting mine and it's like I haven't been touched in ages 'cause it shouldn't feel this good.

Now, if my hardening wasn't noticeable, it will be very much on show because all the control that I had, left me and my mind. If she didn't notice before I'm sure she did notice now, but if so she didn't say anything about it, and it made me think if the jeans are actually not that thin or if she's just respectful.

~~^^~~

It felt like a fever dream, standing right in front of him and looking at his handsome face, gosh he looked so kissable. You weren't sure if he was trying to act cool, something was off or anything, but all you knew was that you were soaked.

You almost completely ignored the other three guys, if they hadn't greeted you. It was bad, you knew it, yet that didn't stop you from looking him up and down again. Just then, as you took a quick glance all over him again, you noticed his growing bulge over the tight jeans.

So that is what's wrong… he's hard. It gave you an ego-boost, it's been a long time since anyone was this excited to see you. It was a one time thing. You rarely go out and this was the perfect chance to make a move. 'Just act like a fan, Y/N.'

"It's been a really busy night I assume?" You declared more than asked but it was still a question; you can never go wrong with some small talk. "I got here pretty late, because I only saw the posts about the meet and greet a few hours ago, but when I got here I saw how filled the place was. I was just looking for a way to pass time and I thought why not."

"Yeah, people have been lining up to meet us since the doors opened, it's a bit tiring if you ask me, a lot of people are just- weird, y'know? But I'm glad you came and took time to meet us, it means a lot to us." He seemed genuine even though this was a speech he had memorized.

"Ahh well this might seem even weirder but I don't really know the band," You huffed a laugh at the embarrassing confession. "But I stayed because I think… You're really handsome, and I'm sure a thousand others said so too, but I wanted to let you know, that I also think that you're pretty." The new found confidence was surprising you however you welcomed it with open arms.

His eyes lit up at your words, it was like giving a puppy it's treat after making it sit and wait for it. He looked at you with such an expression one can't describe other than need, lustful want and desire.

"Heh- thank you, I can only say it back and more. You're gorgeous, I've been eyeing you from the queue, you really got my attention with your beauty, y'know. And gosh I know this sounds cheesy, y'know like those romantic comedies you see in television." He responded as he looked you up and down as well, taking his time on the slightly revealing top you had on.

"Yeah, this fits into one too! The girl who doesn't know the celebrity, and the celebrity who falls for the normal girl. I've seen this one before in a few movies."

"I wouldn't mind making another one with us as the main characters. I just hope it'll have a happy ending" There it was. Indeed a flirt, a small comment and it definitely worked in his favor.

It took you a moment to gather yourself and respond to the playful flirt. With a smile you pulled out your phone of your purse, a pen and took his arm. Without further consent, you pushed the shirt's arm up and wrote your number on his arm.

"If you ever want to work on that movie." You winked at him and waved bye at the other three guys who just observed the situation whole. Then moved along to the next room because you probably held up the line for a bit.

You didn't dare look back, the small shot of adrenaline of being reckless was wearing off on you.

Time passed and the night grew darker, the people in the after party room were chatting and it seemed like everyone had someone to talk to. So you searched for a free place somewhere to sit down and just catch up on your thoughts. A table far to the left was free and you took a seat right there, whipped out your phone and checked it before closing it and putting it away a bit disappointed, but there was still hope, what were you thinking? That he'll text you immediately?

~~^^~~

Did she just give me her number and without anything else, leave? That's what I call a tease for sure. I need to calm myself down, I'm sure the guys'll understand. Hopefully.

"I need to go for a break guys, but I'll be back soon."

"No worries Romeo, go and get easy, I'm sure there's some steam you could get rid of." Ray chimed in, the others laughed along with me. Fuck them, they knew me too well.

I quickly made my way to the male bathrooms on the 3rd floor and locked myself up in a stall. Hopefully no one's in here, but I was way too busy fishing out my phone from my pocket to care to check.

I typed in the numbers she wrote on my arm, and I hesitated before I sent her a message.

"3rd floor, male bathroom. Meet me here, princess" The little dots appeared not much after the text sent. Oh, so she was checking her phone, a bit eager I see.

"Coming right up pretty boy"

I couldn't do anything else then wait there like the scum I really am. But even if this is only some easy fuck after a long day it's worth it. She's too irresistible not to give in for.

Not even two minutes passed when the door opened and heels clacked on the floor as someone-her-walked in. I opened the door to my stall and by the top she had on I pulled her inside, without wasting my time I kissed her, finally giving in to the fantasies that have been circling my head all night about her.

She tastes just like a dream. Sweet and soft, perfectly made for me. She kisses me back with such hunger, lust that makes me grunt out of the sensations.

"Not so fast now. You've been taunting me all night, let me take my time with you sweetie." I whispered into her ear between kisses, when she tried to unbuckle my belt I stopped her. I meant what I said, I'm going to make this time worth it, and not gonna waste it on a fast fuck.

"Says you? I came here without knowing someone like you'd be on sale." Her voice was breathy and she couldn't keep her hands off of me for God's sake, so instead of stopping her I took both of her hands into one of mine and pinned them up against the stall.

I gave her a long sloppy french kiss and continued to wander down her neck with open mouthed ones on her skin. She arched into my touch and her soft whines were something to die for. Even better than I imagined they would sound.

"Don't hold them back, let me hear you, Y/N." I looked up at her from between her breasts, her eyes locked on mine with such a plead in there I couldn't withhold anymore.

With my other hand I pushed her skirt up to reveal a black thong, which looked just too good. I let go of her hands but only so I could tear the small fabric that hold me back from worshiping.

"That's not fair- I liked that one… And what am I gonna go home in now? Or would you let me go home without underwear on?" Her small grunt made me chuckle but she doesn't know yet that she's not going home tonight.

"Don't worry too much, if you liked it that much I'll buy you ten more. Now put one of your legs up here. Let me have a meal before I claim this pussy." I help her put a leg on the toilet so I have more access to her entrance.

It's the best view and I don't think I ever want to leave. As I kneel before her she runs a hand through my hair and tugs a bit on my roots to fasten up. I didn't need any more confirmation than that as I went in to lick up to stripes of her juices. Fuck, she tastes like heaven on Earth.

"Ah~ fuck, you know- you look really good from here." She managed to put coherent words together while I made sure to tease her in all the right places, making her sing so beautifully around my face. I could do this all night long but I have to go back to the guys soon, so for now my only goal is to make her cum and then we'll see where the night will end.

I line up two fingers against her sweet cunt and I slowly push them inside her as my tongue swipes against her clit in slow circles. She clenches around my fingers and I can only imagine how great it would feel like to be buried deep inside her.

Her moans turned louder as my fingers went faster and faster, curling softly to make sure I hit all the sweet spots. And as she's tugging on my hair I feel her insides spasm as she comes undone over my tongue and fingers, shaking softly I hold her upright with my other arm.

I guide her through the orgasm, making it last longer but not too overstimulating. Once she stopped shaking and I'm done with my meal only do I pull out my fingers just to lick them clean of her cum.

"Fuuuuck, you taste like an absolute dessert. If I could have one last meal, I'd ask for you to be it. I am so going to need more, but we don't have more time right now, I need to go back to the fans, but I swear I'll text you once we're done. Just go to the other meet and greet and wait me there, my friend Pete will accompany you while I'm still gonna be with the others. Okay, darling?"

"Aren't their meet and greet still going too?"

"No, while I tongue fucked you, they said good-byes to their fans and it's just the band upstairs; we still have an hour or so left. But please, don't go, I don't want you to leave, Y/N." I don't care that I sound pathetic, she was really something else.

The small nod she gave me was enough for me to stand up, but not before I pocketed the remaining of the thong. It's going to be a small souvenir for me, a reminder of what's waiting for me once I'm done.

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dead-dovediner · 10 days ago

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Backstage Pass (!groomer Frank, Gerard x reader)

triggers/warnings: Use of Y/N, Undersage sex, Underage drinking, Unprotected sex, Rape, Dubious consent, Non consensual, Explicit details of rape, Exaggerated writing, Blow job (male and female recieving), Forced blow job, Fingering, Threesome, Swallowing, Soft gagging, Rough sex, Pedophilia, Grooming, Shared partners, Virginity losing, Virgin reader, Anything else that I missed in this mess of insanity

word count: 5278

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!!!!

The music was loud in the bar and tonight's band is preparing to perform. They are a new band in town and half of the whole place gathered in the small venue to party. You've been in the bar since it opened it's doors, sipping on a cocktail even though you're underage; the bartenders here don't really give a fuck, as long as you have the money, you could be 12 and they'll still serve you.

So it was a lucky afternoon to be sweet 16. Your part-time job at Barnes & Nobles paid enough to last you all night. So while sipping on your drink you watched the 5 guys unpack and tune in their instruments.

The singer is walking back and forth between his band mates to check up on them for the hundredth time. It seems like he's nervous but the truth is he's just drunk-ish. He had more drinks than you, and you've been here longer. Either way, it's almost 7PM and time for the show.

You stand from the bar counter and make your way to the front row. The band doesn't pay necessarily a lot of attention to you, but one of the guitarists gives you a smile and a nod. You return the kind gesture.

The clock hits o'clock and the manager shouts out to them to hurry the fuck up. They nod in unison and the bar's earlier music cuts out, the lights dim and the chatter slowly dissolves as the singer grabs the microphone from the stand, then he starts speaking but the mic doesn't pick up his voice.

You can see someone running to the control station and a few awkward moments pass but at last the microphone turns on. The singer starts his monologue again, this time his voice coming through the speakers.

"Hi! Uh- I'm Gerard, and this is My Chemical Romance. I'd like to-" The crowd erupts and claps from throughout the venue fills the place with cheers, cutting him off before he could finish what he wanted to say. He chuckles and shushes the crowd like we are all children.

"Shh shh- Thank you, thank you, but please let me introduce the members first. We have Ray Toro on guitar," He points to the man with curls around his face and a kind demeanor. The guy-Ray-plays a quick riff and the crowd cheers, then Gerard continues. "my brother Mikey; on the bass." He also points to the member he's talking about, the shy looking guy just gives a small side wave, he looks like he doesn't want to be here, but who knows. "Frank on the other guitar, and Matt on our drums."

"Okay let's get this going. Our first song is called 'Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us', have fun!" He announces and after a few seconds the intro to the song starts. The guitars chime into the early night and Gerard's unique voice soothes the song into something way more then just a song.

You gape up at the stage as the men before you create a hypnotic spell over you, and before you know you're nodding along to the beat, trying to mumble the lyrics. They are like no one ever was; it's new and different in the best way.

Time is technically nonexistent, the songs flow into each other and they keep coming. Each small break between the songs, Gerard chats with the crowd, his drunk-ish behavior way more noticeable; sometimes he even glances down to you and when you catch his eyes on yours he gives you one of those panty soaking smiles. A smile that makes even you shiver. No one ever had such an impact on you.

Probably from and because of the alcohol you consumed, but you're staring at him. Examining his soft features as he gulps down some water in one of the breaks between songs. Your eyes locked on his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as another mouthful of water gets swallowed by him.

All the suddenly you feel hot, not just because the venue is small and filled, but because of Gerard. A small weird voice in the back of your mind is screaming "No! He's bad news! Don't.", however the alcohol in your system shushes it down to a soft almost silent whisper long forgotten; as your body gets more turned on than you knew it was possible.

Everything is slowed down and the music starts again, your head is dizzy but you're just smiling to yourself, jumping around to the powerful sounds of guitar. Freedom never felt better and your first thought is to get rid of your clothes since it's fucking hot inside. So you claw at the bottom of your top and with some struggle here and there you get rid of it. Letting it drop to the floor without a care in the world, leaving yourself in your low waisted pants and bra.

You continue the "dancing" and after a few songs you go back to the bar to order some more drinks because you're practically like the Sahara desert. The bartender slides the drinks to you as you grab some bills from your back pocket and you grab the drinks as he grabs the money.

You practically chug the drinks down, the alcohol in them not burning your throat anymore, instead it's just a pleasant aftertaste. After you're done finishing the drinks, the song comes to an end and Gerard announces the last song of the night.

"Tonight was a beautiful night. After the last song, the band will come meet some of y'all later. Don't forget to grab a CD of our debut album! Thank you to everyone who came to see us tonight! This is 'Demolition Lovers'."

The last song of the night... It starts with some slow guitar, full of emotions. You lean against the bar counter to keep you upright, you miss it the first time, and you almost fall off the stool but you find your balance as Gerard starts singing; and again you feel as if he had the powers of a siren, hauling you in so he can have you to play with.

The song builds up and at last it ends. Leaving both a heavy feeling and another wave of freedom, you shout a cheer and others join you. They bow before the crowd and they disappear in a room.

They'll be back right? Gerard said so- and you want to tell them how amazing they were. The crowd dissolves and there are only so many in the bar now; but you're still waiting for the band to reappear.

Then- the door they went in opens and Frank and Gerard comes walking out. They are all smiles and happiness. It almost made you forget that you wanted to go up to them; yet somehow you clicked out of the admiration and you were on your way to greet them. Stumbling into your own legs at times.

"Hey! I just wanted to say y'all were amazing tonight. It's rare to see new bands as great as you were." The words stuck to your tongue and you weren't sure if the words came out the right way or order, but they didn't care about your slurring.

They didn't care? But- they were looking at you, however not into your eyes… Was something wrong? You followed their gaze on your body, slowly looking down; there was nothing wrong.

In one moment you're looking for what's wrong and in the next one, the boys are leading you down a hallway away from the bar to the backrooms of the venue. You don't say anything; you don't even know your name to begin with, the alcohol definitely caught up ten times stronger.

They both had a soft hand on your (almost) bare back, guiding you.

"So- what's your name, sugar?" Gerard asked, a kind smile on his gorgeous face. He made you feel safe, and you were sure that while he's here nothing bad will happen. The voice in your head from earlier gagged by the alcohol.

"I- I'm Y/N." Again, your voice was a bit distant, like you weren't fully there.

"Y/N, that's a pretty name, nice to meet you." Said Frank as his tongue slipped out from his lips to play with his piercing; all while smiling. You couldn't help but watch the action closely, staring at his lips, warmness rushed over you and you could feel those damned butterflies.

They were both really pretty, more so than the boys your age.

Frank took a turn and Gerard lead you after him. It was a room. A normal room, with a couch inside and a coffee table full of different things. There were bags and boxes spread throughout the whole place, and it looks like a staff room, for breaks and all.

Gerard closed the door behind you and turned the lock on. What was going on? You still didn't know why they took you here and the silence was starting to get a bit suspicious.

"Why are we here?" You asked slowly, slurring but making sure each word actually rolled off your tongue.

The two men just looked at each other almost like they were having a small conversation with only looks.

"Sweetheart, don't worry we're not going to do anything you don't want us to." At last Frank answered and he flopped down onto the leather couch. Most definitely lying but how would you know.

Gerard searched for something in a backpack somewhere on the floor and it was an awkward moment; well, for you. You didn't knew what to do or say so you just stood there watching them. Then Gerard found what he was searching for and after some foggy rather uneventful moments he hands you a drink.

"I'm sure you're a bit thirsty, are you not? I saw you enjoying the whole show. You were really pretty as you were dancing around." His voice is so sweet, the small rasps in it now more on the surface from singing. And now that he mentioned it though, yes you are thirsty. So you just gulp down the sweet drink and thank him the compliment shyly.

"Come 'ere sweetie, I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Frank pats the couch besides him and raises an eyebrow. You stumble your way there. Sitting down on the couch at a respectful distance.

"So, Y/N, how old are you? I'm sure you're not over nineteen but I'm just making sure." The question slowly registers, but it's hard to think, even harder to respond to it. You try to remember your age, and only after some brainstorming were you able to mumble out your answer.

"I recently, uhh turned... wait- ah yes. Sixteen. I recently turned sixteen." They were unmoved by the answer.

Wait. They? Where's Gerard? You didn't even notice that he left. Leaving you and Frank alone. Said man was staring at you, taking careful notes of the smallest details on your face and on you. Almost as if he was searching for something in your eyes. But what?

Then the door opened back up and Gerard came back. He locked the door again and sat down next to you. All the suddenly you felt small, as you were between the two men, still very drunk even though time passed. Hell- it felt like you were drunker now than before.

You haven't had alcohol in a good hour or two, you should feel at least a bit more sober, yet nope. The clouds in your mind were unmoving blocks. Then a warm hand on your thigh snapped you out of the useless try called thinking.

It was Gerard's hand, sitting on your clothed thigh already pretty high.

"Frank, the minutes. Did you count them?"

Why would he count them? What's going on? You ask yourself the same questions over and over but you forget them every time.

"Just three more mins and she'll be no less then human slime." Who? You? Slime?

Gerard's hand slowly trailed even higher up your thigh. You didn't stop him; why? You couldn't- Even moving your hand took a lot of energy, stopping him would result in you passing out from trying too hard. But your hand only lifted up so much before your energy wore out and it fell down limp onto the damn couch.

"Ngh- What, What are you doing? I'm... only 16." Speaking was still hard but it wasn't as bad as anything else, like keeping your body upright on the couch or not closing your eyes.

You were trapped in your body, forced to feel and see while you couldn't do anything about... about what specifically? You don't know, but your guts are telling you it's nothing good.

"Shh- sugar, it'll be better if you ease into it. Let us take care of you. We know you're 16, that's why we chose you in the first place." His other hand slowly undoes your bra and gets rid of it. Leaving your small yet beautiful tits in the wild, for them to touch, see and taste.

"Minutes are over, Gee. We're free to do anything and she can't stop it." Frank adds in with a smirk on his face.

Gerard's comically larger hand cups one of your boobs and you want to protest, but the clouds in your mind whisper sweet things and the new touch of his hand feels nicer than it should, it makes your skin get all goose-bumpy and a weird feeling in your stomach fills you with butterflies again.

Then hotness pools between your thighs, and you're not too naive, you know what is happening to your body, just not what's going on with your mind.

"This is wrong... You're way older than me." You grunt out as you watch both of them. Gerard's hand softly playing with one of your nipples, while his other hand is tracing circles on your thigh. Your breaths are a bit more rapid than they should be and you blame Gerard for it.

"That's the thrill of it sweetie, we'll be the one to ruin you first. Mhm, your small tits already made my cock rock hard. They look so soft and perfect." Frank snuggles closer to you and takes one of your hand to put it under his pants.

Grabbing his own hardening with your hand, he whimpers in your ear and the sound makes you want to whimper back, it's so hot; but you don't. Did they put something in your drink? No, there wasn't a time they could've. Was there?

Your thoughts spiral but with each passing second you feel yourself turn on more and more, even the way Frank is palming himself with your hand is hot right now.

"We're going to make you feel so good you'll never forget it. When you'll be older, you'll be touching yourself to this memory." Frank thrusts up into your hand as Gerard observes him while he keeps fondling your underage breast.

"Mhm, Frankie's right. You'll never forget this." At last his hand leaves your breast and all of a suddenly it's cold without his inappropriate touch on you. But he doesn't give you a lot of time to complain about it as he sits up and leans over your chest, his warm breath making you no longer cold.

"I'm going to undress and feast on you. While Frank is going to keep your mouth busy. Right, Frank?" He kisses down on your collarbone and then each of your boobs, making sure they both get the same sloppy wet treatment as his hands are working on your jeans.

You don't even feel real, this is an out of body experience, however all of it is way too real at the same time. Gerard's mouth on your boobs and his chubby fingers undoing your zipper. Frank's hard throbbing dick in your limp hand, pumping against yours and his fingers. And in the back of your mind you might just give in.

Frank stops for a few moments to undress completely, his soft muscles tightening then relaxing as he gets butt naked. There are few tattoos here and there on his skin, and for a second it feels like time stops just so you could admire the ink carved into his skin.

You just admired the beautiful naked man before you; but Gerard was hooking his fingers into your jeans and that stole all of your remaining attention. He pulled it down in one swift movement, giving way to more of your skin and to your wet underwear.

He pulled the small clothing down slowly, teasing both himself and the very eager Frank next to you. When the small cloth is finally removed and you're exposed to the men like an animal in a cage at the zoo, does Gerard finally stand to undress too.

Revealing both his hard cock and somewhat chubby body; it was kind of attractive though, as well as Frank's lean body. To see how both of them got so worked up all because of you, like you're some Goddess they've got to worship.

"Fuck," Frank says to Gerard. "She's so beautiful." Responds Gerard.

Gerard kneels before the couch where you sit, pushing at your thighs to get a better view at you bare pussy, the slickness coating you. He runs two fingers over your slit, feeling you up and smearing the arousal around your clit. It feels great but there's still a fight in you, you're scared. Too bad you were a virgin, sure you did some stuff, but if they do get to that point-it'll hurt, and this is not how you want it to go.

But soon your view is not on what's going between your legs and your mind is not on if they'll rape you; much rather Frank's dick. One of his hands gripping your head by your hair as he pulls you to his lap, while his other hand lines up his length with your mouth, and you find yourself opening it for him. Why? You don't quite know.

He grins at you like a little kid in a candy shop as he slowly lowers your head to make you swallow around his cock. And the sounds he makes is all worth it for. All the gagging and choking, makes it worth it to hear this man moan so pretty.

A weird hot feeling comes from between your leg, and just then do you realize that Gerard's eating you out, lapping up your wetness with his tongue, and God does it feel good. You whimper around Frank's size as Gerard keeps teasing your bud with his skills.

They were right. You're never going to forget this night, for two reasons. One: being underage at a rock show is fun, two: they are making you feel things you never felt before. Sure, you used your hand before, but this is way better.

Frank approved of the sound you made over him and he thrusts up into your throat, making you gag again as he hit the back of your throat for an uncountable time. Saliva was drooling onto the couch from the sloppy bobbing of your head. Your tongue sliding against him from time to time, making his hand grab onto your head a bit rougher than intended.

The sensation of both receiving and giving oral is very overpowering; while Gerard is making you feel like jelly with his precise technique, Frank is grounding you at the moment as he keeps slipping in and out of your mouth. The velvety texture of the soft skin of his dick feels nice against your lips and tongue.

Gerard teases your entrance first with just a finger, then he slowly pushes it inside, and the feeling is both familiar yet unknown. Only one finger of his feels like two of yours, but gosh the pressure in your lower stomach feels amazing.

Frank keeps adding up to the pace of his thrusts into your mouth, the sounds of your choked of whimpers and gagging a mix of sloppy sounds. He's close to coming and it shows from the way he's whining over you, head bent back, eyes closed, totally living in the moment.

Another finger gets added into your cunt as Gerard keeps sucking on your clit, and in the back of your foggy mind you're starting to think he's building you up for an orgasm so you and Frank can cum at the same time. Gosh, that'd be so hot, wouldn't it? Without further need to think a moan slips out and Frank definitely felt it to his balls.

"Nghn~ Fuuuuck, if you keep moaning over my cock like that I'm going to paint your lungs white. And you better swallow when I do, hmm sweetie." He grunts out as he looks back down at your helpless body, being feasted at and taken advantage of, so fucking gladly.

The clouds in your head are starting to very slowly go back to where they came from, and the feeling of Gerard's fingers curling deep inside you feels better than ever, and if you could you would ride his fingers.

Frank all of a sudden pulls out of your mouth and a moment later the silky white stripes of his cum decorates your face and mouth. He moans loudly when he cums, and it could be in porn because fuck, you'd love to hear it again and again.

His fingers collect all of his seed and he helps all of it into your mouth.

"Swallow it. Be a good girl and swallow all of it. Gee, how are things down there? Is she ready to take us?" You do as Frank suggests and swallow all of it despite the weird taste and interesting texture. You find yourself giving in more as you go.

Gerard pulls out his fingers from your core and stands up, leaving you bare.

"I think she's ready; help me move her?"

"You got it!"

Frank takes you by the armpits and Gerard grabs your legs, they position you on the couch so you're actually lying down on it, and it's a pretty comfortable position, but you can't see a lot, only the ceiling and the roundabouts of everything.

Then Gerard's pretty face comes into view, so he's above you? Thankfully, the man takes a pillow and puts it under your head making the position even more comfortable and this way you can see what's going on.

Your assumption on Gerard's position was right and he's above you, caging you in softly. He also undressed completely and you just notice how close he is to your wet hole that's still pumping from the need of Gerard's fingers. Frank however, he's just standing by, dick in his hand, watching.

"What are you doing?" You ask again, as he slowly pushes open your thighs wider.

"What do you think, sugar? I'm going to fuck you. Don't worry, I'll go soft on you for the first round. I don't know about Frank on the other hand, he's quite the animal."

He positioned his hardening up to you and without leaving you time for thinking, sunk in. Slowly but he made it in, it felt bad, it hurt and it was like he was in your guts. If you could've moved you would've, but you can't, and that's the worst of it.

So far it wouldn't have been too bad, and you made up your mind about it, however this is like your nightmare coming true. The sting between your thighs was very uncomfortable and the way he was stretching you didn't feel pleasurable at all.

"No- I didn't want this, why would you… No, please don't. Let me go, I don't want this anymore." You were on the verge of tears but it seems like they didn't really care for that. You tried to move but all you could do was move your head and hands a little bit. The tears were now on their way down on your face.

"Shh, sugar, just give it a minute I promise it won't be as bad as it is now." He wiped your tears away as new ones formed but the words didn't comfort you, not anymore. This was it. You lost your virginity by getting raped.

Gerard didn't move for a few seconds, and you almost thought he regretted it, but then he started moving in and out, ripping open your insides. It was very uncomfortable and it hurt a lot too, and you were almost a hundred percent sure that there was blood too.

You wished you could scream, but the tears clogged your throat and the shock and pain kept your still foggy mind out of place. You tried to let him do it so it would end sooner. His soft whimpers were reminders that he was enjoying this, that he knew what he was doing and that made him feel good.

It was disgusting already but it only registered now how they were using you. Blood ran down your thighs as he stretched out your no longer virgin pussy. With each thrust it hurt less but it was still painful and nothing of pleasure like before, the feeling of his dick brushing against so deeply inside you wasn't good, nothing like anybody told you.

Frank was just watching the two of you, and you couldn't help but try and beg him to stop Gerard with your eyes, since you knew trying to actually beg audibly wouldn't help; but he wasn't looking at your face. No, he was too mesmerized by the way Gerard took advantage of you, and he also liked the scene playing out before him.

It made you nauseous to even think about it, nonetheless live it. It was an out of body experience and your mind was still fuzzy but the pure hatred and disgust was evidently there.

There was no way out of here and you all knew it. All of a sudden Gerard stops and pulls out, and it's like you've been spared from death row, you finally let out all of the air inside your lungs you didn't even know you kept in there. However with a grunt he came onto you; your stomach now kept hydrated by his semen.

Without a single word he stood up from you and walked to the pile where his clothes were, 'Is this it? Is it finally over?'.

"Oh sweetie don't look relieved, I hadn't had my turn yet and I've been aching to sink into your freshly tore hole. Gosh, I'm sure you're still fuckin' tight." Frank interrupted your somewhat peaceful moment with the vulgar comment that answered your earlier questions.

You were sure this was hell, made specifically for you, making all your nightmares true.

Next thing you know is that Frank is leaning over you, one hand near your face, the other lining up his hard cock to your bleeding opening. Once he got the tip in his hand held onto your hip. He thrusted into you without mercy, it hurt even more than Gerard taking your virginity and you were unsure how that was even possible but here you were, with all of that pain, very real and true.

"Fuuuuck~ Sweetie, you're even better than I thought you'd be. Ngh- you feel so nice around me, ahh~ and the way you clench around me, I don't think one round will calm me, darling." His pace matched the way he moaned and whimpered, hard and ruthless; loud and nonstop.

The way his hand on your hip gripped your skin so he could draw in and out with that roughness; everything hurt, both the way he gripped your hip and the way he fucked you into shredded meat. Or- well, that was what it felt like.

Your body betrayed you though, your insides were getting tighter and tighter and you knew what this meant; your soft gasps also a confirmation about something you weren't ready to accept.

"Mm- dammit Y/N, if you're going to cling to me like that I won't be able to last any longer. I know, deep down you actually enjoy this. Your body says enough for me to pick up on; you like it rough, hm sweetie?"

"If- if I had the energy, I'd spit- ngh~ into your face r-right now." You sputtered out between gritted teeth from withholding your soft whimpers and from the pain still lingering there, right between your legs.

"Where did all of that feistiness come from? Do you want me to-" Thrust. "fuck you harder," Thrust. "or what?" Thrust.

Damn him for being like this, because let it be from the fuzz still in your mind, his good looks or the fact that it wasn't so bad anymore; but you let a moan slip free by accident, and the smug smirk he gave you afterwards made you both throw up and swoon over.

He leaned down to kiss your lips, which you didn't reciprocate, nor did you even react in any way. So he moved the sloppy kisses down to your neck where he was so eager to find a spot that would get a reaction out of you, which didn't take long because he knew where to try.

The space under your ear was soft and he nibbled on it which made you whine in addition, it was a sad fact that even though you were not okay with what was happening, he made it feel good. It made you even angrier when he kept sucking on that sweet spot perfectly.

"Agh- fuck you! I know wh- what you're doing, and it- mhm makes me sick." The battle between your small moans and the insult was hard to bear, but you got it out without sounding too pathetic.

His thrusts were not faltering they kept up the pace and somehow the pain went away without you noticing, however what you did notice was the way how the coil in your stomach was burning to get it's release since you've been holding it back, but you don't want to give him that ego boost or satisfaction. God's sake for actually making this somewhat pleasurable after some torturous minutes.

With his soft nibbles on your neck too- it was way too much pleasure to hold all of it back, and with the rest of your dignity you let go of the hold on your stomach and walls, to come undone over his brutally penetrating dick. An actual moan leaves your mouth with it as you let the pleasure take over you as he kept going inside you and making the waves of your cum last longer.

"Shiiiiit- Did you just? Ah~ oh my God…" He quickly pulls out after a long moan and spurts onto your stomach too, mixing his and Gee's cum on your skin.

He kisses down your breasts to then continue to your cum covered stomach, which he lickes up a long stripe on. His tongue coated in his own and his band mate's seed, which he seems giddy about as he swallows the mixture of sperm.

~~^^~~

Years have passed from that night, which you never told anybody of. Why? There are two reasons, they were right; you did end up touching yourself to the memory of the bittersweet event. And secondly because they became famous, without a trace of shame on their bits; no one knew that the singer and the rhythm guitarist liked to share underage girls.

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