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Meet and Eat (Mikey Way x !fem reader)

triggers/warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, 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.

#HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH

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