↳ Index [Chapter 40 - Gegenwart]
• Gegenwart (German, present)
Warnings: Smut & Fluff, sweet mornings, kissies, there is a smutty surprise in this chapter aye, there is also explicit Yoongi smut, Dom!Yoongi, subby!Reader, sex on a table & against the table, standing doggy, spanking, choking & breathplay, biting, praising, he calls her his good girl, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), overstimulation (f.receiving), squirting, he makes her cum so good that she pisses herself :’), major strength kink, he makes her cry from too much pleasure, she is a pain slut in this haha, send help he is so rough but in a hot & loving kinda way, this is desperate & needy fucking, sweet & caring aftercare, all of them are happy and I am :(, this is the end of something and therefore it will always be a little sad, they went through so much and are finally happy, I love them so much
Wordcount: 13k
a/n: i’m repeating myself, but all i want is their happiness :(
The entire estate smells of it. It is sharp and strong. You know exactly where the smell comes from. The kitchen.
You ought to check it out.
“Tae? What are you doing? The entire estate reeks of it.”
The culprit of the terrible smell turns around.
“Please don’t look”, he exclaims, “I didn’t do anything!”
You snort, staring at the heap of burned pancakes he threw on a plate.
“Ah yes and those burned pancakes appeared out of thin air”, you tell him as you make your way to him.
He eyes them with sheepish embarrassment.
“This wasn’t my doing. Someone came in here and tried to cook you breakfast.”
“Ah. Someone you say? And where is that someone now?”
“I chased them away.”
You laugh, giving his butt a soft pat.
“You are silly. Come, give me that before you end up burning everything”, you tell him, pushing him away from the pan with the help of your hips. You snatch the spatula out of his hands and grip the pan handle.
“Darling no, you are ruining the entire point of this”, he whines, giving you sad puppy eyes.
“What point? I thought you chased the culprit away.”
“No, you shouldn’t-”, he tries to steal the spatula from you, “this wasn’t the plan”, he whines.
“And what is the plan? You ruining my good pan?”
He pouts. You grin fondly. He looks oh so adorable with his bangs ruffled in the front and his cheeks still puffy from sleep.
“Don’t pout. Come here, give me a kiss.”
Taehyung obeys happily, leaning in for a sweet kiss. He rests his chin atop your shoulder afterwards, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Your lips are so soft, darling”, he whispers and nuzzles.
He makes you smile. You flip the pancake, pressing down on the edges to makes sure it gets fried equally.
“I promise you, I will master pancakes one day. Just you wait”, he tells you.
“I don’t doubt that.”
“You are mocking me, aren’t you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Hey”, he pinches your shoulder with his teeth, making you giggle, “tch, you are so mean.”
You place the first good pancake on a fresh plate, then pour new batter into the pan. It sizzles quietly.
“Do you have any plans for today?” he asks you.
“I was planning on taking care of the greenhouse. Finally. I neglected it for too long. Why?”
“I was just asking”, he says and for a few moments you and him are silent as you cook the pancakes.
You managed to finish two pancakes when Taehyung speaks again. He is back hugging you by now, leaving innocent little kisses on your neck and shoulder.
“What would you say to doing my hair?” he asks you.
You crane your neck to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You told me that you are quite talented in doing hair, so I thought that maybe you could help me with my hair.”
You inspect it for a moment. It has grown quite remarkably these days. Down to his cheeks and with more length in the back.
“You are not serious, are you?” you ask him. Oh how terribly exciting.
“I am very serious”, he gives you a boyish grin, “please say yes.”
“Yes, oh my god”, you exclaim, laughing.
“Yay”, he squeezes your waist, “you are the best, my sweetest.”
“No, you are. This is a dream”, you have to giggle, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “what’s your vision?”
“Just thin it a little in the back, it’s getting really messy whenever I’m hot.”
“Why? That’s the fun part”, you say, giving him a gentle tug, “I can ruffle it up when I go at you.”
“___”, he gasps, “why would you say that?”
You snicker, “because you’re cute when you fluster”, you say, drawing closer to peck his lips. You stay close afterwards, letting your voice tickle his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about last night”, you rasp, “you were so goddamn perfect.”
Taehyung sighs your name, fingers clasping your lower back, “you’re flustering me”, he confesses.
“Good”, you peck his lips, abandoning him in his dizziness to return to the pancakes. You flip it skilfully, pressing down on it to make sure that it gets that initial, equal browning.
Taehyung studies you for a few moments. If he still had a heartbeat it would be racing abysmally right now. Not only because your flirting flusters him, but also because he is so happy. You are the Real You again. Maybe more confident than before, but Taehyung loves that you are. You deserve to feel confident because you are the most incredible person. Oh, he is so in love with you.
He seeks your tenderness, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly.
You purr and lean into him as you prepare another pancake.
“I can’t stop thinking about it either”, he whispers, dancing the tip of his nose up your neck until he can kiss the shell of your ear, “I am so happy to have you back.”
You smile, caressing his arm, “I’m happy to be back. I missed out on so much time.”
“We have to make up for it then. We have all eternity for it after all.”
“Yes, I guess you are right. Wow, I’m actually a witch”, you say and laugh breathily, “that’s so cool.”
“I agree and very attractive. I want you to use your magic on me one day. I have a book all about sexual magic. Maybe you want to read it.”
You turn in his arm, caressing his chest, “sexual magic you say?”
Taehyung nods his head, “seduction spells and love potions and very interesting stuff like laced ropes to stop me from ripping through them.”
“Mhm, that sounds interesting indeed”, you say and snicker.
Taehyung blushes, “I apologise. I know, now is not the time yet. First you need to master your skills with Yoongi’s guidance. Although, I think that you already mastered a lot by yourself, which is very impressive.”
“Thank you, I still feel like an imposter, but I think that’s just a general issue of mine.”
“You’re not an imposter. You are very skilled”, Taehyung says with a stern nod of his head.
“Thank you, you are so sweet”, you say, drawing closer to kiss his lips. You turn back to the stove afterwards, flipping the pancake.
“Hah”, Taehyung exclaims, “now you burned it as well.”
“It’s only because you distracted me with your sexual magic”, you chuckle.
“No, you can’t blame me. It is because pancakes are way too difficult.”
“Of course, that is the reason. You know what? What do you think about making some oatmeal as well? I don’t think we can actually consume any of those pancakes.”
“Yes, whatever suits your fancy. Shall I prepare some tea in the meantime?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.”
Jimin joins you in the kitchen as you are busy preparing the oatmeal. Like always he doesn’t wear much more but pants. He has his hair down this morning, making his cheeks appear puffier than they actually are.
“What are you guys making? It stinks like burned corpse” he asks, strutting to the fridge.
“Someone came in here and tried to make pancakes for ___ and they burned them all”, Taehyung explains, sending you a sheepish grin. You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief.
“Ah of course they did”, Jimin smiles fondly, “did you chase them away, Taetae?”
“Of course I did”, Taehyung says proudly.
Jimin and you chuckle. The black haired vampire joins your side, getting on his tiptoes to press a sweet kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung leans in with a happy giggle.
“I didn’t expect anything else from you, Taetae”, Jimin whispers against his cheek before stepping back and busying himself with the coffee maker, “do you guys want coffee?”
“No, I’m preparing tea”, Taehyung says, “darling, do you want black tea or green tea?”
“Black please. With milk if that’s possible.”
“Whole milk, of course”, Taehyung says, nodding his head.
“You remember”, you smile, “thank you, my sweetest.”
“Not at all. Everything for my darling”, Taehyung coos, making you giggle because he is so adorable.
Jimin, who watched you flirt, smiles.
“Did you guys fuck?” he asks boldly.
“Why are you asking that?” you gasp, “is it that obvious?”
“Yup, very”, Jimin says and grins, “good. You guys shouldn’t fight.”
“She pegged me, Jimin”, Taehyung says excitedly.
Jimin lifts his brows in surprise, “well that….” he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Don’t say that, Tae. Gosh, so embarrassing”, you mumble.
“Why? Jimin and I tell each other everything”, Taehyung whines with a pout, “you wanted to know, didn’t you?”
“Sure, you can tell me”, Jimin says.
“Splendid. Oh you guys, we should really have that threesome soon”, he says with a big smile, “now that you are getting along, there is nothing stopping us anymore. Right? It is not like you didn’t fuck before.”
Jimin clears his throat awkwardly, sneaking a glance at you. You glance at him as well, looking awkwardly nervous. You and him are thinking the same thing. Ah yes there was that one night at the club. You feel your tummy flutter at the memory.
“Hah, yeah”, Jimin laughs nervously, touching the side of his neck, “I guess there was something like that.”
“I bet you must want each other again”, Taehyung says innocently.
You and Jimin widen your eyes simultaneously, looking away a second later. Jimin coughs loudly while you busy yourself with stirring the oatmeal.
“I am sorry”, Taehyung giggles, “I know I shouldn’t assume. I apologise, I am just so excited.”
“It’s alright Tae”, Jimin whispers, sneaking a glance at you when you aren’t looking, “seriously, it’s good”, he adds under his breath, breaking his eyes away again and clearing his throat.
He takes his finished cup of coffee, sipping on it to taste it. He nods his head in agreement.
“Do you have any plans for today, Jimin?” Taehyung asks him.
“Me? I actually just wanted to drink my coffee and then continue renovations.”
“Ah yes of course. Shall I help you later?”
“If you want to.”
“I do”, Taehyung says and begins cutting up a few dates and almonds for the oatmeal, while you lower the heat for now.
“The oatmeal’s almost done. Should we tell the others that breakfast is almost finished?” you ask into the room.
“Yes, we could. We shall take watch”, Taehyung says.
“Mhm do that. I’ll get Yoongi. Can you text Kook?”
“I’ll text him”, Jimin says.
“Nice. I’ll check up on Yoongi. I’m sure that he is awake already.”
“Don’t take too long. Your tea is almost ready”, Taehyung calls after you.
“Got it. Don’t forget to stir the oatmeal.”
You walk to Yoongi’s wing with a certain lighthearted skip in your steps. You feel so good. The mornings are so beautiful lately and you know that it is only because Yoongi is finally back. Knowing that you will meet him awake and healthy in his bedroom instead of grey and half-dead makes you want to do cartwheels in the middle of the hallway. You can’t do cartwheels, but you really, really want to.
You open the door to his wing, stifling a giggle. It’s so beautiful here. The curtains are open, letting in the morning light. The freshly fallen snow outside reflects it, making it appear brighter than it actually is. You stop for a quick moment, resting your hands on the window sill. If you get on your tiptoes and press your cheek against the glass you can spot the greenhouse at the other end of the estate. It looks almost out of place in the snowy landscape, as if someone dropped a paintbrush covered in green paint on a white canvas. You like it a lot. You really have to visit it again. You can’t remember the last time you actually took time to stroll through it. You giggle, pushing yourself off to continue your morning walk. Today is such a good day.
Your heart speeds up more and more the closer to Yoongi’s bedroom you come. He will be healthy and well behind the big door. You are so, so excited to see him. So excited in fact that you completely forget to knock.
He has ambers of a past fire glowing in the chimney and his curtains still drawn closed. Enough light shines into the room to illuminate it in a bluish haze. The air is soaked with the scent of his shower gel, courtesy of his bathroom door being open from last night’s shower.
“Good morning my love, I-”, you halt in your tracks, gawking at the bed.
You were right, Yoongi is awake. Oh, he is very awake. He is in a white tunic while the rest of his body is hidden under the fluffy covers. He isn’t alone. Jungkook is with him, resting halfway on his tummy and with his fingers gripping the edge of the pillow. His face is scrunched up, but hidden halfway under the curtains of Yoongi’s long hair as the latter hovers over him. Jungkook is whimpering repeatedly with the distinct movements of Yoongi’s skilled hips.
They slow down once you interrupt them by barging into the room.
Yoongi lifts his head from Jungkook’s face, looking at you through the messy strands of his hair and with his eyes heavy in pleasure. Jungkook opens his eyes as well, looking droopy in bliss. They study you with tense silence between you.
“I am so sorry, I did not expect you guys to, to do that”, you stutter, turning your side to them to minimise some of the damage done.
“You’re welcome to join”, Yoongi rasps and buries his face back in Jungkook’s neck.
“Ah, hyung”, Jungkook moans, eyes falling closed.
Yoongi begins moving his hips again, filling the room with Jungkook’s whimpers and the creaking of the springs.
“That’s it my sweet one, relax”, Yoongi whispers and places his hand over Jungkook’s, “keep it just like that, you’re taking me so well”, he praises and rewards Jungkook with skilled rolls of his hips. Jungkook reacts in pitched moans and his fingers gripping Yoongi’s hand. You react by pressing your leg together.
Yoongi lifts his head, pinning you down with a look.
“What’s your answer?” he asks you.
You gulp, eyes glued to them. Jungkook’s mouth is open widely, his eyes are squeezed shut. Yoongi is making sure the younger vampire is making the sweetest sounds with drawn out movements of his hips.
“I don’t- I just- you- we’re making breakfast”, you stutter, “do you guys want some too?”
“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “did you hear her, Kookie? Do you want breakfast?”
“Yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes, please don’t stop please.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi purrs, pecking Jungkook’s cheek before looking back at you, “I’m just gonna make Kookie cum and then we’ll join you, yeah? It won’t take long.”
“Yeah uh, holy fuck why are you guys so hot?”
Yoongi smirks and chuckles.
“The offer still stands”, he says, returning to his spot against Jungkook’s neck.
The younger vampire keens in reaction, tilting his head back to reveal more of his neck to Yoongi’s hungry lips.
“Such a good boy, Kookie. You’re my good boy”, you hear Yoongi rasp and then watch his hand press Jungkook’s hand deep into the pillow to pin him into place, “there we go, fuck back onto my cock. Good boy, such a good boy.”
“Hyung…”
You leave the room before you can intrude even more, stumbling back to the kitchen with wobbly knees. Holy fuck. This is really happening. Yoongi and Jungkook are really having the most intense morning sex right now. This is actually your life. Holy moly.
“Did you know?”
Taehyung turns around, studying you in question. He was stirring the oatmeal before that. Jimin isn’t in the kitchen anymore, probably having returned to renovating his new wing.
“Is that why you let me leave? Because you knew?”
“I don’t seem to understand”, he murmurs, watching you hurry to him in big steps, “darling what’s the matter? You smell….” he inhales deeply, “oh.”
“Don’t”, you whine, trying to mask the scent by pulling your jumper down your body.
“Is Yoongi naked?” Taehyung asks, “did you see him naked, mhm?” he wiggles his brows.
“No, I didn’t. Don’t probe.”
“What then?” he asks and listens.
“Tae no.”
“Oh”, he lets out, “oh?” he widens his eyes, “oh”, he parts his lips, “oh?!”
“Don’t listen in, this is so rude”, you whisper, nudging his chest lightly.
“Since when are those two fucking?”
“Since always? You know that this is how Jungkook learns not to be violent during sex.”
“Oh, I am aware of their practices, but not of their actual sex. This just changed my worldview.”
“Is it that bad?”
“No, it’s wonderful”, Taehyung smiles boyishly, “oh, it is so obvious now. No wonder Yoongi always smells so good in Jungkook’s presence. He is in love, just as he is with you.”
“Oh dear”, you fluster.
“It makes such sense. No wonder. Kook is such a wonderful person and Yoongi spent so much time with him. Oh, it was bound to happen”, Taehyung says and giggles, “my sweetest, these are the best news”, he takes your hands, “now all I must do is to make Yoongi grow fond of me as well and then we can truly all see each other. Just imagine us. All together. Imagine all the orgies we could have.”
“Okay please don’t say that if you aren’t ready to bear the consequences”, you say, wiggling out of his hold.
“The consequences?”
“Yes. Me being even hornier than before.”
Taehyung chuckles, “I am very willing to bear those consequences.”
“Urgh Tae”, you groan, plopping your head against his chest, “I’m such a mess. Why did I have to walk in on them? Why are you saying that?”
“Poor woman”, he coos, massaging your neck softly, “what shall I do with you? Mhm?”
You whine, pulling him closer by his waist. Taehyung stumbles into you with a fond chuckle, rubbing your upper back gently.
Yoongi and Jungkook enter the kitchen then.
“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi asks upon which you lift your head and turn to look at him.
He is dressed completely but with his tunic tugged into his pants messily, while Jungkook is wearing one of Yoongi’s ropes. Both vampires have their long hair tied out of their faces.
“I’m horny and it’s your fault.”
“I offered multiple times, you decided to run off instead”, Yoongi says nonchalantly as he struts to you. He leans in for a sweet kiss, making your knees buckle. He tastes like good sex and Jungkook. It’s a dangerous combination. You feel dizzy once he pulls back. He gives your chin a soft pinch, playful eyes running over you face slowly. “Don’t put this on me, princess.”
“You’re such a menace”, you whisper, making his eyes soften in fondness.
“Mhm”, he hums, stepping back to give Jungkook his space.
“Why didn’t you join us?” Jungkook asks, hurrying to you in light steps. He kisses your cheek then moves in to kiss Taehyung.
“Who? Me or ___?” Taehyung teases.
Jungkook giggles, “don’t say that, Tae.”
“Why not? Oh Kookie, you smell so good”, Taehyung coos, nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook laughs loudly, throwing his head back as he wraps his arms around Taehyung in a hug. The two vampires are stumbling, loosing themselves in a loving fight for kisses. You turn your attention to the oatmeal.
Yoongi places himself right behind you, making you look over your shoulder in question. He steps closer, forcing his chest to press into your back.
“What are you doing?”
He wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a little squeeze.
“Gosh, you cutie”, you say, intertwining your fingers with his’, “that’s nice.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You crane your neck, trying to look at him. He sends a shy look at Taehyung and Jungkook, letting you know that he is still very shy about being publicly affectionate but that he wants to try.
“You’re so cute”, you tell him.
It flusters him and so he ends up hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He purrs softly and so quietly that only you can hear – and most importantly feel – it.
“You smell so good”, he lulls, tugging you closer, “why didn’t you join us?”
“I just didn’t wanna disrupt you”, you confess.
“You don’t. I always want you”, Yoongi assures you, kissing your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”, Yoongi lulls his words, “I nutted too early ‘cause I thought of you. Imagined you join us and kiss my neck. That shit made me so sensitive.”
“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp.
Yoongi chuckles deeply, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I heard you’re making breakfast”, he says, running his fingers up and down your tummy as he looks into the pot, “oatmeal. That smells really good.”
You glance at him.
Yoongi notices instantly, locking eyes with you just so he can flash you a playful grin.
“You’re so mean”, you mumble.
Yoongi chuckles, leaning in to peck your cheek.
“You’re so cute”, he whispers, nuzzling his nose into you for one last sniff before he pulls back, “I’m setting the table. Who wants to eat?” he asks.
“I do”, Jungkook says, “I feel like oatmeal today.”
“Not for me, thank you. I plan on going hunting with Jimin later”, Taehyung dismisses him, returning to the task of back hugging Jungkook and making the latter giggle each time he nibbles on his neck.
“You smell so good, Kookie”, he coos, “good sex always makes you smell heavenly.”
“Baby, stop”, Jungkook laughs, fighting him gently “seriously.”
Taehyung giggles and pulls Jungkook closer, erupting another wave of laughter from him.
You look away in order to give them their privacy, turning off the stove and pushing the pot of oatmeal to the side. You open the fridge in search of something savoury only to find nothing.
“Damn”, you say, “I really gotta go grocery shopping later. Hey guys, Imma go down to the cellar and see if we still have something down there.”
“Yes, yes”, Taehyung acknowledges you absentmindedly in sync with slipping his hand into Jungkook’s rope.
Jungkook reacts in a gasp and a whine of Taehyung’s name, dropping his head against the latter’s shoulder. Taehyung chuckles deeply, clearly feeling up the younger vampire’s chest.
You don’t get to witness what happens next as you are too busy leaving for the cellar in happy steps.
Someone calls your name behind you as you are already in the hallway. You turn.
Yoongi is jogging to catch up with you. Your heart flutters at the aspect of it, your entire face lights up.
“Hey”, he says and intertwines his fingers with you as he comes to an abrupt stop.
“Hey there.”
“Can I come with you? They’re making out.”
You snicker, “of course they are. I would love to have you come with me”, you say and smile, “come”, you tug him with you, “I really hope that we still have some food in the storage. I crave something salty.”
“Did you finish all the carbonara?”
“Yes, last night. It was so yummy”, you say, lighting the torches as you walk past them.
Yoongi watches it happening with a proud sparkle in his fond eyes.
“Tae and I shared a kinky night and I got hungry afterwards.”
“Yeah? Did you have fun?”
You nod your head, “so much. Do you know what pegging is?” you ask and turn around, forcing Yoongi to stumble to a stop.
He blinks rapidly, looking beyond flustered.
“I, I mean I- uh, ye-yeah, yeah I guess I do. Why?”
You run your eyes up and down his face, making him gulp.
“Mhm”, you shrug your shoulders, “just so”, you say and turn to continue walking.
Yoongi follows you with heated cheeks.
“I did it with Tae last night. It was so much fun. I felt so powerful”, you say and light the next torch especially brightly.
Yoongi squeezes your hand because of it, drawing closer to you like a hypnotized, obsessed animal.
“Do you think that maybe you would want to do that with me one day?”
“What?” Yoongi gasps.
You stop and turn around. He stumbles into you with a huff of air.
“Can I fuck your ass one day?”
Yoongi widens his eyes and looks away.
“What in the devil’s name, woman?” he murmurs, touching the side of his neck, “you can’t just say that.”
“Why not?” you giggle.
“Because what if…you can’t…I don’t know, just don’t say it.”
You kiss his glowing cheek.
“I missed your cute ass so fucking much”, you say, touching his chest as you draw closer. Your eyes race over his features, your heart flutters like crazy. He looks so pretty in the light of the torches.
Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly and scrunches his nose up.
“You know that I’m just playing, right?”
He lifts his eyes. “Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head in confusion.
“I only wanna do stuff you’re comfortable with.”
“I know”, Yoongi whispers, looking at your lips. He touches your waist, stepping closer. His fingers squeeze your sides, his eyes lower yearningly. “I’m comfortable”, he breathes, parting his lips.
“Fuck, Yoongi…”
You can feel the electricity prickle on your skin. It’s just you and him. The first time you reconnected again was blurred by emotions, then you and he shared the night with someone else and now you are here. Alive, healthy, well rested and head cleared of overwhelming emotions. This right here is fucking real and it’s goddamn fucking addicting.
Yoongi slides his hand to the small of your back. His touch is electric, laced with warmth. No more cold skin. You have his warmth back. And it’s messing with your head.
You run your hand to the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He is finally restored to his full-self, which means his senses are as heightened as they can be. Your touch is heavy. Not in physicality, but in emotional impact. Yoongi swears, it gets hard to breathe because of it.
Closer. You part your lips just as Yoongi does. Your noses almost touch, your tongues crave for the sweet taste of each other’s kiss.
“Princess”, he whispers.
“Yoongi”, you breathe.
“Why didn’t you join us?”
“I just wanted you guys to have your moment.”
“You’re so unfair.”
You draw closer, moaning softly. Yoongi purrs, chasing you as his fingers twist the fabric of your jumper. You feel dizzy. All you need is his kiss.
“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad”, Yoongi confesses and pulls your hips against his’.
You sigh his name, giving in to your sweetest temptation. You kiss him and with it, light up your entire world. Yoongi moans, grinding into you. This isn’t gentle. This is needy, sloppy kissing because all you craved was each other. One moment, you are kissing in the middle of the corridor, the next he has you pressed against a cold wall, writhing and moaning from the sensation as your fingers twist his hair and your tongue dances with his’. And the next, you have him breathless against the door to Taehyung’s photo laboratory, hands unbuttoning his shirt messily and teeth nibbling on his lips as he tries to slip his hands under your sweater.
You want him. You want him so fucking bad.
The door opens. You stumble inside. The red lights turn on. Yoongi hit the switch. He picks you up afterwards just to carry you to the table and set you down on it. His hips are between your legs instantly, his hands bury themselves under your jumper. The kiss breaks for a gasp for air. Not long. Just long enough to ask each other for consent. It’s a useless question. Of course you want each other. Knowing that the feeling’s mutual adds a layer of exciting thrill to the whole scene. You want him and he wants you. It turns you on so much to know. Fuck, you can’t get enough of each other.
You tug his shirt out of his pants and rip open the last button. His torso falls happy victim to your touches. It forces a deep moan out of him. He breaks the kiss only to connect his pouty lips with your neck. He knows exactly where to suck and nibble, moaning unapologetically the entire time.
“Yoongi”, you sigh, arching your back as you let your head roll back. You pull him closer with your legs hooked behind his butt, slipping your fingers to his nipples. They pebble in an instant, feeling so good under your touch. You missed the feeling of them. He has such perfect, pretty nipples. And so reactive too. His shaky breath swirls against your skin, he sounds so affected by the touch.
“Don’t stop”, he begs, reminding your neck who owns it. He cups your breasts. You haven’t put on a bra yet. You forgot about that fact, so feeling his unfiltered, raw touch on your tits makes you fight for air. He massages your flesh deeply, using his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and roll your nipples. You forgot how perfectly your tits fit into his hands. Almost as if they were sculpted just for him. Or perhaps his hands were sculpted to hold you. Whatever way it is, the outcome is the same. You are soaking your panties and moaning his name.
“Take off my shirt”, you order.
“Lift your arms.”
You follow. Yoongi undresses you, throws the jumper on the ground, draws closer to you without looking. He can look at your beautiful body later, he needs to feel you. That’s all he craves. He presses himself against you, sharing heat. His hands slip to your tits, cupping them and feeling them up.
“Fuck yes”, you moan, pulling him closer with your hands on his upper back.
“Can I suck them?” he asks breathily, “please?”
“Please do”, you beg.
Yoongi curses under his breath, bowing his head to worship your chest. Eager sucks, adoring kisses, hungry licks. He is purring deeply as he does, reminding your weakened body just how much weaker it can get if only he touches you. You part your legs, arch your back, moan his name. He is making you burn up and you love it.
Yoongi takes in your change in scent instantly, reacting in a needy roll of his hips. He chases nothing. The position he currently finds himself in forces distance between your hips. He hates it. All he wants is to feel your heat. Your true and utterly soaked heat.
“You smell so good”, he lulls, running his tongue up your body until he can bite your earlobe softly, “please let me fuck you.”
“Do it”, you beg, tugging at his pants.
“Princess”, he growls playfully, rubbing his cock into you just once to truly rile you up. The moan slipping out of you makes him growl again. He grips you tightly and lifts you with one arm, using the other to take off your panties. They fall on the floor and get forgotten.
His pants join them after he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. So now you are naked and so goddamn desperate for each other. One look. Chaste and quick. You each can’t spare more time. You don’t want to stare, you want to feel.
You tug Yoongi closer in sync with him stepping closer. You connect with each other in a rough manner, knocking needy sounds out of both of you. You begin grinding and rubbing on each other instantly, fingers so incredibly needy for a touch.
“I’ll touch you”, Yoongi says.
“Yes. I’ll touch you”, you say.
“Do it.”
Your hands slip between the other’s legs, lips meet in a desperate kiss. His cock leaks all over your fingers, feeling way too fucking hard. You jerk him off quickly, making him throb. Your pussy covers his long fingers in your pleasure, hugging him needily. He curls his digits, rolling his thumb over your clit at the same time. You want to fucking scream because of it. If he wasn’t kissing you, you probably would have.
You have no idea why you haven’t connected yet. Maybe you are both suckers for suffering. All you crave is each other and yet you still don’t connect. It feels incredibly cruel. Way too goddamn cruel.
“Yoongi”, you break the kiss, “I can’t take it, please fuck me.”
“Pull me in, princess”, he orders.
You tug him closer by his cock, forcing a loud gasp out of him. He stumbles, slamming his left hand on the table next to you.
“___”, he gasps, gawking at you.
You giggle, giving him a playful smirk. You soothe his cock with soft touches.
“What? You told me to pull you in.”
He grips your hips and tugs you against him, growling playfully.
“You’re such a little brat. Fucking open your legs and let me stuff that pretty pussy of yours.”
You follow happily, gripping his waist as you get lost in his eyes. He sinks in slowly, forcing your eye contact to falter. Now you are whole again. Fuck, he is plugging you up so goddamn good.
“You feel like heaven”, Yoongi moans and closes his eyes. He lost. He wanted to keep looking at you, but he couldn’t. “I missed you so much. Fuck princess, you feel so fucking good.”
“Kiss me”, you beg, closing your eyes.
You and him fall into the kiss, just as you fall into each other. Arms hold each other close, hips chase the pleasure desperately. Yoongi moves fast and hard. He knows that you can take it. He’d feel it if you couldn’t. Yoongi always knows what your body craves and what it can take. And right now, you crave it hard. Hard and without holding back.
“Oh god, yes”, you break the kiss to moan, pressing your tits into him as you arch your back, “Yoongi…ah, Yoongi!”
Your voice overshadows him. He is grunting and purring deeply, listening to your blissed out moans as he keeps fucking you hard and rough. He loves getting you like this. He loves it especially today.
“So good”, he presses out through gritted teeth, “you’re such a good girl, fuck baby, you’re my good girl. Ah fuck.”
Your cunt sounds wet and well fucked as he drills his cock into you. The table croaks each time he bottoms out, shaking under his angry hips. He has to take it out on you. You drive him crazy, he is so pissed off at how good you get him. How obsessed he is with you. How you are running through his mind all the time. Only you get him this hard, this desperate, this blinded by pleasure. And Yoongi has to show you what that gets you.
Yoongi grips you and tilts your hips, forcing your legs to lift and for your body to tilt back. You gasp his name and grip his strong arms, digging your nails into his tensing muscles. He is hitting the right spot over and fucking over again. But he does it in such a cruel angle that your voice turns from loud to silent.
Yoongi watches it happen with blown out pupils. He chases your wet cunt. The movement is harsh. The desk creaks because of it, shaking dangerously.
“My good girl”, he spits with furrowed brows and his hair falling out of his bun messily, “you drive me fucking insane. Stop that”, he says, punishing you with deep thrusts. The table shakes, your toes curl, your fingers threaten to slip from his arms, “fucking stop messing with my mind. Fuck.”
“Not so hard please”, you beg not for your sake but the table’s sake.
“I know you can take it, don’t lie to me.”
The table croaks loudly, shaking as he drills you. You grip its edge, regretting it as you lose balance and fall. Yoongi catches you before you can, pulling you back up. He lifts you close to him. Like this, you are towering over him with the back of your uppermost thighs still resting on the table. He bounces you on his cock, looking up at you with hazy eyes.
“You’re my only addiction”, he says and smirks lazily, “I fucking love that”, he adds in a raspy whisper and sticks his long tongue out to run it along your sensitive neck.
“Mhmfn”, you get out. You can’t function. Your clit is rubbing against his tummy, your neck burns up under his tongue and his grip is bruising your skin. It’s making you fucking cum.
“Do it”, he rasps, feeling your pretty pussy throb all around his cock, “I know you want to. So do it.”
“Yoongi it…happening.”
“Let. Go”, he orders and bounces you harshly, forcing your orgasm to hit you angrily and oh so deeply.
You claw at him, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. You squeak into the crook of his neck, shaking like crazy. Only Yoongi can get you like this.
“That’s it, good job. Such a good girl, that’s my good girl”, Yoongi praises you, fucking you through your high with gentle strokes. He knows your tight pussy couldn’t take much more.
He sets you down once you stopped shaking, rocking himself into you slowly. He runs his hands up and down your shaking thighs, flashing you a hazy smile.
“That’s my princess”, he praises, lowering his eyes adoringly.
“Yoongi, more”, you beg, barely catching your breath.
Yoongi runs his eyes over your glowing face. Your skin is glistening in a pretty layer of sweat, your pupils are blown out, your lips puffy from kissing. You look so ready for more.
“Yeah?” he makes sure, tensing his abs because all he wants to do is fuck into you, but he knows to wait for your consent.
You nod head, parting your legs.
“I’ll go hard again, yeah?”
“More.”
Yoongi lifts you off of him and the table.
“No. More”, you beg, trying to get him back.
“Patience.”
“Yoongi, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so impatient.”
He sets you down in front of the table in a way that your back would face him. He steps closer and runs his hands up your sides. His skin feels like fire against yours where you touch. You feel like trembling in anticipation.
“Bend over”, he rasps against the shell of your ear.
You follow instantly, parting your legs as you do. Like this, you are supporting yourself on your elbows, resting your forehead on your folded hands.
“There we go. You’re such a good girl.”
Yoongi slings his arm around you and cups your breast, rewarding you with a soft pinch. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck afterwards. A deep purr vibrates against your back, a sweet kiss follows.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you”, he rasps and enters you.
“Oh”, you gasp, feeling your knees buckle.
Yoongi holds you up with a strong arm around your waist.
“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.
“Yes. Don’t stop please”, you beg with a trembling voice.
He fills your ears with a deep moan and a whispered curse.
“So wet”, he lulls, “mhhhm princess, can’t get enough of you”, he says and begins chasing you in deep, harsh rolls of his hips.
“Yes”, you squeak, “yes! Don’t stop, yes!”
It is rare that Yoongi takes you that way. He is too obsessed with looking at your face and oftentimes forgets about the joys of raw dogging until it is already too late and he has you completely ruined and unable to go again. So it is rare to get his cock that way, which makes this right here the most incredible thing ever.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“I can’t my love, wanna fuck you so fucking good.”
He is so deep in this position, curving just right to hit your favourite spots over and over again. His hands are busy with either making sure that your nipples stay swollen and sensitive or with leaving tender spots on your hips from gripping you oh so strongly.
Yoongi runs his tongue up your upper spine, sending electricity through your veins.
“Please”, you beg and lift yourself just enough that he has better access. You don’t even know why you are begging. Yoongi won’t stop. He told you that. Begging feels so fucking good though when it’s with him.
Yoongi slips his hand from your tits to wrap his long fingers around your neck instead. You freeze up in bliss. Yes. You wish he never lets go again. His tongue swirls over your shoulder, leaving behind trails of goosebumps. His hips drill you senseless.
“Please.”
He tugs you up, forcing your back to arch and for your lips to fall open. There is pressure on your veins. Your head pounds. Blood flow gets less. You are dizzy and it’s addicting. Yes. Fucking yes.
You squeak, spilling tears. You don’t want him to stop. The world could end and you still wouldn’t want him to stop.
“My good girl”, he lulls and seeks your scent. He tilts your head to the side, running his tongue over your skin right where his thumb digs into your veins. He purrs, parting his lips to allow you a glimpse of his fangs. He runs their sharp tips over your skin, squeezing your veins hungrily.
You mewl, tilting your neck to him. You know that he won’t bite you. Not him. He will tease you, rile you up until you are dizzy only to pull his fangs in at the very last moment before sinking his teeth into your tender skin. Not too deep. Just enough to pinch and leave soft marks.
The bite combined with the choke scrambles your brain. You struggle with standing up, but Yoongi holds you up. He fucks you deep and hard even with everything going on. As if his only function right now was to fuck you into a brainless mess.
“Don’t stop”, you beg under tears, rutting into him messily, “it feels so good”, you sob, clawing at the table. You are pretty sure that if he keeps going like that, you’ll actually break a piece.
“Fuck”, Yoongi growls, taking one of your clammy hands to pin it against the table. His grip is demanding and strong. He puts his weight onto you, forcing you to stay in this position with nothing but a glimpse of his strength. You feel weak and fragile because of it, sobbing his name as you drip all over his cock. Your head falls to the front, losing any kind of strength. Yoongi is the only one holding it up with his hand around your throat. The pressure is addicting.
You sob his name, spilling tears all over the wooden table. Yoongi watches it happen through his messy bangs, pressing himself closer because of it.
“Don’t cry”, he whispers, “you’re making me wanna fucking act up.”
“I can’t, I can’t. It feels so good.”
“Fuck princess”, he spits and grips your hips. He is hesitating, you can sense it in the way he inhales. What is he holding back on? He exhales, “touch your clit.”
You follow instantly, sobbing his name. His cock feels so much deeper now that you are touching yourself. Each time he bottoms out, you feel hot between your legs. Hot and fucking electric. You hope that he never stops.
“There we go, such a good job”, he praises, “wanna reward you, princess.”
“Please.”
“Mhm, wanna spank you. Say the word and I won’t.”
“Please do, please.”
“Mhhm princess, you make so, so-”, spank, “-happy.”
The pain is sharp and hot. It stings at first until it lingers on your skin as deep warmth. You sob his name, arching into him. You want more. It feels so good.
He strikes you twice. One on each side. His left hand still keeps an iron grip on your throat, stealing your clarity. Your fingers on your clit stutter, his cock feels massive inside you.
“Good girl, such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you and rewards you with more spanks. Two on each buttocks. It hurts and stings, leaving your pussy dripping like crazy.
“You’re taking this so well, princess”, he praises, caressing your heated skin. You feel so tender under his touch. Yoongi loves that feeling so fucking much, craving for another hit. Your pussy clenches so cutely whenever he does it. Yoongi wants it so bad.
“More”, you beg, chasing him with weak knees.
Yoongi follows happily, giving you calculated spanks on each of your sensitive buttocks. He drills his cock into you deep and hard as he does, forcing squeaky gasps out of you.
“So good”, he growls, pulling you closer by your throat, “so fucking good”, he adds and spanks you so hard that the impact forces you into the table with such strength you move it. You know that you will have deep bruises on your tummy because of it, riding on the pain like an addict.
Yoongi doesn’t give you a break, connecting his big hand with your ass in yet another harsh spank. You want to moan, but can’t. He is choking you so fucking hard. Breathing gets hard. It’s not just your blood he cuts off by now. You squeak and gasp, drooling all over your chin as you can’t even swallow.
“Good girl”, he sounds far gone in the pleasure, his voice is distorted by it. He spanks you, drills you and you feel like fighting for air, pussy clenching all around his veiny cock. Fuck, you can’t breathe.
“I can’t breathe”, you croak, clawing at his wrist.
Yoongi loosens his fingers around your throat instantly. You didn’t think he would listen that soon. He sounded so far gone.
“Yeah? Need a break?” he asks, caressing your burning skin. He just knows that sitting will hurt for you for some while. He feels bad, but also proud. He knows that you’re into this shit.
“A little”, you beg.
“Mhhm, good girl.”
Yoongi releases your throat and catches your head as it falls with you. He sets it down on the table gently, running his fingers over the back of your head.
You sob loudly, giving up on him as the sudden rush of blood forces you over the edge. You didn’t even want to cum, but it’s hard not to when Yoongi fucks you.
“There we go. That’s my princess”, Yoongi praises with his voice strained. He didn’t expect you to orgasm. Not that soon already. You weren’t supposed to yet.
It doesn’t matter to him in the end however. He keeps fucking you, burying his fingers in the back of your neck to keep you pinned to the table.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl”, he chants, grinding his teeth.
“Stop please, it’s too much”, you beg, trembling in overstimulation. You hope he doesn’t stop. It burns so fucking good.
“No”, he spits, punishing you with such a harsh thrust you can feel his heavy balls hit you.
You writhe and wail, fleeing from him. Your fingers slip from your clit because all you can do is reach up and scratch down the table.
“Please no more”, you beg, seeing stars. Your pussy is so tight and his cock is so big. The burn is addicting.
“Colour?” he asks.
“Green”, you wail.
“Then you’re not done”, he spits and grips your hips to keep you still. He slips his fingers to your clit and rubs you quickly, using enough of his supernatural powers to make it inhumanly fast. It results in you wailing his name, clawing and scratching at the table as Yoongi forces you to suffer through the most intense overstimulation you have ever felt.
You try to beg him for mercy, but you can’t produce words. You can barely produce sounds. Just squeaks and weak “ah, ah”s. The rest is gasps for air, silence as you hold your breath and frantic exhales followed by another panicky inhale.
“That’s it. Now you’re behaving. Fucking begging me for a break when we both know you can take it”, he growls and punishes you with a harsh thrust and his fingers torturing your clit, “you’re such a good girl, princess love.”
You are writhing away from him. Without his hold, your knees wouldn’t be able to support yourself. He is fucking his cock into your convulsing, throbbing pussy. So tight and wet from all that orgasming. But not tight enough. Not wet enough. He knows you’ve got it in you. He is maniac for it. He needs to feel it again.
Yoongi presses his fingers closer, speeding up.
“Hurts”, you get out and return to gasping desperately.
“Almost there, just let go. Give it to me. Go on, fucking give it to me.”
You sob, slipping only to be pulled up and pinned by him.
“Don’t give up on me. I’ve fucking got you.”
You are going to fucking explode. It hurts so much, but you can’t get enough. You can feel it happening. It is building up rapidly. Your body is going to give up because of it. You don’t want to stop. You want to keep going.
“Yoongi”, you sob, “Yoongi please. Pleaseee.”
“Give it to me, princess", Yoongi orders in a deep growl.
He breaks you.
You scream. Fall silent. Squirt.
“Yes!” Yoongi pulls out of you, making way for your wet orgasm. Without his cock plugging you up, it spills everywhere. Messily and in desperate spurts each time you convulse. Yoongi makes sure you can’t stop by rubbing and rubbing and rubbing your clit with inhuman speed. And you try to scream and gasp for air and scream again, wetting yourself and the floor with way too much squirt. Maybe you are even pissing yourself. Who can tell? Quite frankly, you don’t care. It feels too fucking good.
“Good girl, that’s my princess. And you wanted to stop, look at you now”, he taunts and grunts deeply as he fucks his cock into his free hand, “gonna fucking cum, baby. You smell so fucking good.”
He moans and lets go, covering your ass and lower back in his hot cum. You barely feel it. You are too preoccupied with completely breaking apart and pissing yourself to really take in anything else.
You beg Yoongi for a break once he’s milked you dry. And he knows to give you one. The desperation in your voice is real. Yoongi almost goes insane at the innocent sound of it. Fuck, he wants to give you the fucking world.
He draws closer and hugs your waist, slipping his fingers from your tortured clit that way. He kisses your spine until you stop shaking, whispering the sweetest praises just for you to hear. He is there for you during those moments after your high where you completely give up and sink into yourself. He catches you and helps you up sit you on the table. You hiss at the contact. Your ass hurts.
“Too much?” he asks and you shake your head.
He claims the emptiness between your legs, allowing you to fall into his arms.
“Good job, my love”, he praises, caressing your back, “you did such a good job right now.”
You shiver uncontrollably, seeking his closeness. Yoongi gives it to you gladly, soothing you with soft hushes and loving touches.
“I’m so, so proud of you. You did so well, my love.”
You might never recover. This was way too much. Yoongi is actually back. Now your body finally realised it as well. After he made you feel the way only he can make you feel, your body finally realised that he was really there. Right here with you.
“Yoongi.”
You cry. Not from sadness but relief. Utter and incredibly happy relief. The feelings he made you experience right now are the catalyst for this cry. Finally your body can let go. Yoongi is back. And he isn’t going to leave again.
“I’m right here, my love. Let it all out, I’m right here.”
Yoongi holds you until you calm down. And he holds you gladly, whispering sweet nothings into your hair and touching you soothingly.
You feel so good after the cry. So, so good. You lift your head shyly, meeting his adoring gaze. He smiles softly, cupping your cheeks to dry the remnants of your tears.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” he speaks in his voice. The voice he has when he talks to you. Soft and loving and full of warm comfort.
You nod your head, drawing closer to him.
“Yoongi?”
“Yes, princess?”
“You won’t leave again, will you?”
He smiles, shaking his head, “of course not, my love.”
“Good, that’s good. And Yoongi?”
“Yes, my princess?”
“I love you so much.”
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut as he smiles, gazing at you afterwards. He runs his thumb over the delicate skin under your eyes.
“I love you too, my most loved”, he says, tilting his head to the side in fondness.
You lower your eyes and giggle. You’re his most loved. Yoongi hums and kisses your cheek, petting the back of your head.
“You did really well”, he whispers.
“You were so rough”, breathe and wiggle.
“Was I too much?”
You shake your head, “please don’t ever stop being rough. It’s so hot when you are.”
He chuckles, pecking your cheek, “okay, I won’t.”
“I mean it”, you whisper, “it was so good. I love it when you choke me and bite me and, and spank me. Yeah, it’s all so good.”
He smiles and hums, nodding his head in understanding.
“My ass hurts”, you say and grin cutely.
“Yeah?”
“Mh-hm and my tummy”, you touch it, “you fucked the table into me.”
“No, princess”, he gasps, placing his hand on your tummy to caress it, “why didn’t you stop me? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”
“It’s okay, I wanted it”, you say and chuckle, “I’ll have bruises for days though.”
“God, princess”, he says, bowing down to kiss your tummy. You giggle, watching it happening with a fluttering heart. His kisses are so loving and nice.
“Does that help?” he asks.
“Yeah, I feel so much better already.”
Yoongi lifts his head, giving you a little pout.
“Sorry again.”
“Don’t apologise, you could bruise me more from now on.”
He widens his eyes.
“I’m serious.”
“Goddamn you, woman”, he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
You giggle, giving him a flirty smile.
“I know”, you pull him closer, “you’re not dying again though. I won’t let that happen.”
He chuckles, “honestly I agree. That shit wasn’t fun.”
“See? Shock therapy. At least now you won’t talk about it all the time like some stupid”, you say, nudging his chest.
He laughs, “I definitely won’t.”
“Good”, you say and grin. Your eyes meet in a fond gaze.
“Should we clean up and finally get that food you wanted?” he asks.
“Oh yeah, food. I completely forgot about that. Oh god, my love”, you plop against him with a huff of air, “what are you doing to me?”
He chuckles, “it’s what you get for walking out on me and Kook.”
You snicker, nuzzling into him.
“If that’s so, I’ll walk out more often.”
He chuckles, "mhm, don’t even start.”
“And if I will?”
“I’ll make you see what that gets you. Maybe I’ll tie you up and torture you for hours, mhm? Keep you right on edge at first and then make you piss yourself from overstimulation. I know my princess can take it, so I won’t hold back.”
“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, lifting your head to gawk at him.
He laughs, pinching your cheek.
“You’re so cute”, he says.
“You’re so mean”, you mumble and pout.
“Mhm yeah”, he pinches your cheek one last time, then breaks away to collect your clothes.
He helps you with cleaning up and getting dressed. You watch him clean up and put on his clothes as you recover on the table. Yoongi opens his ruined bun, running his fingers through his hair.
“I gotta stop fucking that hard, my hair’s a mess”, he says, shaking his head twice to fix the ruffled strands of hair.
“It’s hot, don’t you dare stop.”
He chuckles, “of course you’d say that. I think my hair’s too long. It’s getting hard to handle.”
“No. Do not touch your hair or else I’ll tie you up. And it’s not gonna be in a sexual way but in a hostage situation way.”
He laughs.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, he says, buttoning up his shirt, “besides, didn’t you want to cut my hair all the time?”
“That was past me. She was an idiot.”
He laughs. You giggle, kicking your feet happily.
“I see"”, he says and fixes the hair tie on his wrist. He draws closer to you afterwards, running his hands up and down your thighs, “you turned the sink on.”
“Mhm?”
He nods his head into the direction of the sink. You turn and look. The water is running.
“Huh? How? What?”
“It’s okay. Just think about turning it off again”, he says softly, running his eyes over your neck. Your skin tempts him so much, looking so empty.
“I am, but it’s not working.”
“Try harder”, Yoongi whispers and kisses your neck.
The water becomes more.
“Yoongi! You are doing the exact opposite to me”, you complain in a whine.
Yoongi chuckles, “sorry”, he whispers, taking your hands, “try it now.”
You think of turning off the water as hard as you can, concentrating on Yoongi caressing your knuckles. The water stops.
“I did it!”
He looks at you and smiles.
“Good job, I knew you could do it.”
You fluster, feeling oh so giddy in your chest. The fondness in his eyes grows. He steps closer and tugs your hands around his waist so you would hold him.
“I don’t know why I did that”, you say.
“It’s okay, don’t apologise. You were in a highly emotional situation and it happened. The good thing is that you controlled it again.”
“Meredith gave me this bracelet, but I think it’s not working”, you say, showing it to him.
Yoongi inspects it, running his thumb over it as he does.
“Mhm”, he hums, tugging your hand back to his waist, “it does help, it’s just weak. Without it, you probably would have already flooded the floor.”
“Woah? Really?”
He nods his head.
“Oh my god, that’s scary to imagine.”
“Don’t worry, love. I know what to do.”
“Really?”
“Mhm yeah, I’ll show you”, he smirks playfully, “I know just the tricks to get you emotional”, he says, running his hands to the inside of your thighs.
“My prince”, you whine, squirming giddily.
He chuckles, eyes softening. He slips his hands to your hips, massaging you gently.
“I look forward to training with you, my love”, he confesses and grins cutely.
“You are saying things, good god”, you say with a fluttering heart, “is that how you trained with Jelena too? Mhm?” you tease.
“Okay first of all”, he pouts, “what she and I did is in the past and second of all, I have feelings for you, so of course I didn’t do the same things with her as I do with you.”
“Mhm yeah? And what are the things you do so differently?”
Yoongi leans in and bites your cheek, eliciting a squeaky giggle from you.
“I’ll bite you”, he whispers, biting the tip of your nose next.
“Okay, okay I give up. I get it”, you laugh, pushing at his chest gently.
Yoongi chuckles, kissing your nose as a weak apology before stepping back. His eyes are sparkling like crazy.
“So uncool”, you murmur, rubbing your nose.
He smiles, squeezing your thighs gently.
“It’s what you get”, he says.
Giddily, you give him a smile. He retorts it.
“Should we get food now?” you ask.
“Yeah? Can you walk?”
“I don’t know”, you say and grin.
Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly.
“Hold onto me”, he says and lifts you off the table, bouncing you in his arm twice.
“Yay that’s nice”, you murmur. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, finding comfort that way. “Thank you for carrying me, I’m so weak”, you say.
“Sure you are”, he says with knowing amusement in his voice.
He carries you to the food storage and only sets you down once he makes sure that you can walk. He carries the food once you retrieve it, holding your hand as you wander back to the kitchen together. You feel confident in your legs to not give up anymore. You still feel terribly weak however.
“Yoongi, can I confess something?” you ask him as behind you, the torches die out.
“Of course.”
“But you have to promise me not to get mad.”
“I won’t. Tell me, love.”
“I uhm, I took the black keys for the tunnels.”
“What?” he gawks at you.
“I, I needed a quiet place to practice the spells and I needed access to the round room, so I took the keys and went into the tunnels.”
“Oh my god princess no”, he draws closer, “I told you not to do that. Why would go there? This is so dangerous”, he is whining.
“I know”, you whine, “and I was really scared at first, but I made the tunnels safe-ish and I locked them again and returned the keys to where they were”
“God, princess you are so reckless sometimes. I guess, I’m glad that nothing happened but this was still really reckless. Especially with your unfocused magic.”
“Are you angry at me now?”
He shakes his head.
“No. I’m just glad that you told me. Thank you for being honest even if what you did was reckless.”
“I won’t do it anymore. The tunnels are way too dark and wet and cursed.”
“Yeah, I know. Honestly, we should seal up that gate permanently. Maybe even build a brick wall there. Hang a picture on it maybe.”
“I’d be down. No more creepy tunnels and I’m sure that the cellar would smell less like death too.”
He snorts, “yeah, definitely.”
You study his face. Despite your confession, he looks content. Oh how easy it is to talk to him. If only you had done more of it in the past, you probably could have saved yourself of so much grief. You shake off those thoughts. You shouldn’t dwell on past mistakes. Yoongi is here and he is happy and healthy. That’s all that matters. The sweet present and your bright future. That’s all that matters.
“Gosh Yoongi Boongie”, you say, hugging his arm, “I’m so happy that you are back. I want to keep crying. If I wasn’t so happy, I probably would.”
Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you.
“I feel the same”, he confesses, “although”, he adds, draping his arm over your shoulder, “I do gotta be serious boyfriend for second and tell you that I don’t agree with you almost killing yourself in the process. This was really reckless of you and I never wanted you to kill yourself for my sake. Okay?”
You flutter your lashes at him.
“No, no don’t give me those eyes”, he says in a laugh, turning to you so he can cradle your cheeks, “you’re so reckless, my love and you gotta hear it”, he is still laughing, carrying not an ounce of anger on his features.
“I know”, you mumble, sagging your shoulders in defeat, “I know and I am sorry. I really am, The others tried to stop me multiple times, but you know how stubborn I am.”
“You’re so stubborn, yeah”, he agrees and pulls you into a tender forehead kiss, “don’t ever change. Hear me, love?”
Your heart flutters, your tummy tingles. You tilt your head so you could look at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing, this was just…this made me feel really loved.”
He smiles and caresses your cheek, “you are”, he whispers.
“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you get out and nudge his chest, cackling rather unflattering afterwards with your shoulders swaying from side to side.
Yoongi’s smile grows and finds its brightest peak when you kiss him deeply and full of love.
“You’re cute”, he whispers against your lips.
“And I love you”, you whisper, stubbing him with your nose.
“Mhm, love”, he purrs, stubbing you in return.
You giggle, he smiles. Both your eyes are closed.
“I wanna keep doing this, but I’m so hungry.”
“I know”, he says and runs his hand to the side of your neck, “come on, let’s make you some food. Something really yummy, yeah? I don’t ever want you starving yourself again.”
“Yes, I’d love that. Something really yummy.”
You hold hands as you wander to the kitchen, sneaking glances at each other at every given chance.
“I really missed cooking with you, Boongie.”
“I missed it too, my love”, he says, squeezing your hand as he enters the kitchen with you.
Jungkook and Taehyung are in the middle of putting on their clothes. Both of them look dishevelled and properly fucked. Yes, the meaning is as inconspicuous as it sounds.
“Oh hey uhm”, Jungkook clears his throat loudly, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.
“Don’t mind us”, you say, walking past them. Yoongi follows, eyes running over the puddle of cum on the floor. He cocks his eyebrow up, studying Taehyung and Jungkook.
Jungkook’s cheeks are beet red instantly. Taehyung looks cocky.
“Clean that up”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, joining your side to continue preparing breakfast.
“Oh stop it hyung, it’s not as if we can’t smell the sex on you guys either”, Taehyung teases.
Yoongi looks over his shoulder.
“And? I still don’t want cum puddles in my kitchen.”
Taehyung grins boyishly, whilst Jungkook springs into action to clean up the mess they made.
“And?” Taehyung coos, swaying his shoulders, “did you guys have fun?”
“We did. We fucked in your red room.”
His cocky smile drops
“Hyung, ___”, he whines, “there are pictures in there which are very precious to me. Why would you fuck there out of all the places?”
Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.
“It was the closest. Don’t worry Tete, I’ll clean it later.”
“Clean? How hard did you go at it??”
Yoongi merely grins and turns to you, kissing your shoulder softly. You nudge him, enjoying the way his hands feel up your waist.
“You’re being cocky”, you tease.
“Mhm I can be or do I have to remind you what I just did?”
You huff out air and pout, making him chuckle. He kisses your shoulder.
“You’re so cute.”
“You two are unbelievable”, Taehyung mumbles and pouts.
You sit by the table once you finish preparing breakfast. Taehyung tries to be clingy with Jungkook, but calms down a little when Jungkook complains about not being able to eat properly. Yoongi sips on his mug of steaming coffee and watches you eat with fondness in his eyes. While you listen to their conversations and tell them stories.
It felt really nice to experience. All of it. The food was delicious and the tea Taehyung made very good (even if it was already cold by now). As Yoongi prepared his cup of morning coffee, he turned on the radio. Its quiet melodies are filling the kitchen and give you a sense of tranquillity.
“I like this song”, Taehyung says, nodding his head to the melody.
“Mhm it’s good”, Yoongi agrees.
“We should really update the radio however. The quality of sound is awful.”
“I think it’s nice. It reminds me of mornings at my grandma’s place”, you say, “her radio was really old and the sound was always full of grain, but it was still really nice.”
“I can confirm. It is really nice”, Jungkook says.
“How can I understand that? Did you know her grandmother?” Taehyung asks.
“I do now. You know how we told you that we met her grandma in her memories?”
“Yes”, Taehyung cocks his right eyebrow up, “after you promised me to take a break? How could I forget?”
“Yeah well hah”, Jungkook grins boyishly as an apology, “she had her radio on when we spent time at her place and it felt really homely.”
“Well that is”, Taehyung sneaks a glance at you, “I hate to say that I am happy that it did because I still find it reckless that you didn’t rest.”
“Would you still find it reckless if I promised you a thousand kisses as an apology?”
Taehyung squints his eyes at you, making you giggle because he looked funny doing it.
“You are bribing me and I hate to admit that it is working”, he mumbles, squinting his eyes even more.
You laugh, reaching over the table to hold his hand. You run your thumb over his knuckles, smiling fondly. Taehyung retorts it, feeling good doing so. You are joking with him again and you are eating. It felt as if everything was finally set into place.
“Oh hey”, Jimin enters the kitchen for another cup of coffee, eyes running over Yoongi.
“Hey to you too”, Yoongi answers him, eyes running over his body, “are you sick?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re actually dressed.”
“No? Those are my renovation clothes, I just don’t want to get my other stuff dirty”, Jimin says, strutting to the coffee maker nonchalantly, “besides, am I not allowed to wear a proper outfit?”
“I don’t know. It looks weird.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, “you look weird. Your hair’s a mess.”
Yoongi reaches up to fix it, rolling his eyes at Jimin.
“I just woke up. Am I not allowed to be comfortable in my own place?”
“I don’t know. Am I?”
They exchange a look and for a second you wonder if they are going to start fighting again. But they don’t. They crack up at the same time, eyes softening in friendliness and lips curling into a little smile.
“I’m glad you’re awake again”, Jimin says.
“Mhm, I’m happy to be back”, Yoongi says, following him with his eyes as Jimin struts to the table to sit down at the corner. Jimin crosses his legs, sipping on the coffee nonchalantly. Yoongi studies him.
“You look happy”, he says.
“I am.”
“Good. It suits you.”
Jimin clears his throat, looking to the side shyly.
“Thanks”, he whispers, glancing at Yoongi, “you uhm…yeah, you know?”
Yoongi nods his head, “yeah.”
It seems that the two vampires understand each other deeply and honestly. It was amazing to witness. You are so happy that you could burst. This is everything you wanted for them.
“I need more paint”, Jimin says then, “Tae, do you want to go to the store with me later? It’s fine if you don’t.”
“No, I’d love to go. When do you want to leave?”
“Whenever you’re ready”, he assures him, looking at Yoongi, “didn’t we store tiles in the attic? The white ones from when you did the guest bathroom downstairs.”
“I don’t know, probably. Why?”
“Because I want to redo my bathroom.”
“Mhm, the keys should be in the keys room.”
“Yeah, which you keep locked to us.”
“I’ll open it later. You guys can keep your own keys in there from now on”, he says, “actually, we should clean out before you do that, there are keys in there we won’t ever need again.”
Taehyung and Jimin exchange a shocked look.
“What?” Yoongi stresses.
“You’re unlocking the keys room for us? Seriously?” Jimin says, lifting his brows in question.
“Why not? If I don’t, you punks are just gonna keep asking me”, he tries to sound dangerous, but the fond sparkle in his eyes lets all of you know his true intentions. The estate is as much yours as it is his’. The doors are open, no more secrets and asking for permission. He trusts them and in return they can trust him.
Jimin smiles, “sure, let’s do some cleaning”, he says, getting to his feet, “I’m in the attic. I really need those tiles”, he says, turning to leave the kitchen.
“Wait”, Yoongi calls after him, “this punk. I didn’t even open the door yet”, he mumbles, stumbling to his feet to run after Jimin, “Jimin, wait you brat I have to open the door for you!”
He disappears out of the kitchen.
You turn to Taehyung and Jungkook.
“I’m seriously so happy”, you say, smiling so brightly you fear your muscles may cramp up, “this is everything I wanted. To know that you are all getting along and that you are all happy and healthy.”
Jungkook and Taehyung smile, both reaching for your hands to hold them.
“We’re happy too, my darling”, Taehyung says.
“I think that our days are going to be nice from now on”, Jungkook says.
“Yes. Yes, I can feel that too. Oh god, I’m so happy I could”, you squeal, “burst right now.”
“Be careful not to”, Yoongi re-enters the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Hoseok, Seokjin and Emma. He points at the candle on the table, “it’s happening again.”
It isn’t just lit, it has almost burned down completely. As if scorching fire melted it. A weak flame is still flickering.
“Did I do that?” you gasp.
“You did. It also happened when we fucked in my bedroom.”
“Oh my god Yoongi, don’t expose me”, you gasp, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“I’m just saying”, Yoongi mumbles, earning himself a pout from you.
“Whatever”, you murmur and stand up, greeting Hoseok who, just this moment, is falling around your neck.
“I was so worried for you”, he mumbles into the crook of your neck.
“Gosh Hobi, I’m really okay now”, you assure him, caressing his back, “except that I apparently light candles randomly”, you say as you hug Seokjin and Emma as well.
They both tell you that they were happy that you are well again, holding you tightly just to make sure that you were truly here.
“Don’t worry, princess. I know what’s happening to you”, Yoongi assures you.
“You do?”
He nods his head.
“And can you help her?” Jungkook asks, “Meredith says that if she doesn’t get help then she could die.”
“What?? Die?!” Hoseok squeaks out, widening his eyes.
“Calm down”, Yoongi says, “Meredith has a hang for the dramatics first and foremost and second of all, she has us. We can help. I can help.”
“You can?” you ask, sitting down on Hoseok’s lap after he pulled you with him. You snicker, “gosh Hobi, what are you doing?”
“You’re staying here”, he says, hugging your waist, “gotta make sure you’re real”, he says.
Accepting your nice new seat atop Hoseok’s lap, you look back at Yoongi, caressing Hoseok’s arms mindlessly.
“So what’s happening to me? Is that why I turned on the water too?”
He nods his head, “there are witches who discover their magic through intensive training. Jelena is such a witch for example.”
“Thea too”, Jimin throws in.
“And Thea”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.
“But I didn’t practice. I got magic when you died in my arms and I wanted to save you.”
“Yeah, that’s the second way to gain your magic. The magic gets triggered through a highly emotional event and laces itself in your body as such. An emotional trigger. That’s why you light candles when you are happy, because your magic thinks it’s supposed to come out again.”
“Fascinating. I have never heard of such witches before”, Taehyung says.
“They’re actually more common than you think. Meredith and Dragana are such a witches, I was such a witch too. We’re actually easier to train. The witches who find magic through practice have to teach themselves how to connect their magic to their emotions while we naturally emotional witches already figured out the best source.”
“That’s so cool. Wow”, Jungkook gasps.
“Yeah it’s cool, but it can also be dangerous if left unattended. Practicing witches know control before they know emotion. ___ has to learn control after emotion.”
“So what does she have to do to not light candles randomly?” Hoseok asks.
“Practice with me. Don’t worry, I know what to do.”
“So that means that we can actually have practice sessions together again? Just like old times?”
Yoongi looks at you, failing to hide the excitement in his eyes. He even shimmies in his chair, nodding his head quickly.
“Waah you two”, Hoseok coos, “are you going to press each other against the fence again?”
“Hoseok”, you gasp, getting up from his lap, “why would you even think that?”
“Well, are you not?”
You and Yoongi exchange a look, both of you flustering greatly.
Hoseok chuckles, “see? Doctor Love always knows what’s up.”
“Sure”, Seokjin laughs.
“Doctor Love?” Jimin asks.
“It was my porn name in the nineties.”
Jimin blinks quickly, “ah. I should have figured.”
“I still have the cassettes. Wanna come over and watch them?”
“Why would I wanna watch your porn?” Jimin says and laughs.
“Why does nobody want to watch my stuff?” Hoseok whines.
“Because we’re not horndogs like you, Hobi”, Seokjin teases and then their loving bickering drowns out in your ears.
You turn to Yoongi, reaching out to caress his cheek. He leans into the touch, gazing at you with love drunk eyes.
“I’m happy, my love”, you say.
Yoongi’s eyes soften. He places his hand over yours on the table, squeezing it gently.
“Me too”, he says quietly.
You kiss his lips.
His cheeks are rosy when you pull back. He lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck.
“Now there is only one big question left”, Taehyung says.
“What?” Emma asks.
“What are we going to do with Namjoon?”
Eyes flit to Yoongi. The room is silent safe for the music on the radio. Yoongi tightens his jaw.
“We have time”, you throw in, taking Yoongi’s hand, “he won’t be able to leave his cell and until we know what to do, he won’t be a problem for us.”
Yoongi relaxes visibly, sending you a grateful look. He had no answer to Taehyung’s question and feels relieved that you took that burden from him.
“I should practice my magic, Jungkook still needs to practice in perfecting his control, Jimin should renovate his place, you should finally start the family portray of all of us, Hoseok has enough to do with the dance school and I am sure that Emma and Seokjin have lots to do with opening the second perfume store here in town. And Yoongi”, you turn to him, “well, Yoongi finally has to relax for a bit and spend the days making music.”
Yoongi smiles, squeezing your hand.
You turn back to the others.
“We should let winter pass and spring come. There is no more danger out there. We managed to make the world a safer place. So let’s celebrate in that fact for a bit. Let’s live and laugh and be happy.”
They smile.
“I like the sound of this”, Emma says.
“We really did it, didn’t we?” Jimin says, “we’re actually free, aren’t we?”
“We’re free”, Jungkook says, giving Jimin a smile. Jimin retorts it.
“I can’t believe that we actually won”, Hoseok says.
“It’s because we held together. Even if sometimes we fought, we’re family in the end”, Seokjin says.
“Yes, family”, Taehyung agrees, “and once I finished our portrait the whole world will know. We’ll hang it in the entrance hall so that everyone knows. What do you say, hyung?” he says, looking at Yoongi.
Yoongi smiles.
“Yes. Let’s hang it there.”
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Hey syd hiii!!!ugh mm I was wondering if you can please make a Gerard way x reader she/her fanfic where Gerard and her are both in mcr and they are fwb but she has another boy (you can choose the name) that she met in school that still thinks she’s in love with him until one day she sends him a live picture of Gerard and her kissing and hugging super touchy and he gets jealous and tries to always be around her and protect her but she’s in love with Gerard and they fight over her and their always back stage arguing bc Gerard and her are just so kissy on stage thank you lovely (I absolutely adore you and your work I’m so sorry if this is Long)also can you can make it smut go FERAL!!!
Life on the murder scene
Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.
Trigger warning: Violence, blood.
Pairing: Gerard Way x fem!Reader
Pronouns: she/her (anatomy: AFAB.)
Requested by: the sweetest, loveliest anon.
Summary: (Y/n) is the drummer of My Chemical Romance, and has an unfortunate crush on Gerard. They are also in a friends-with-benefits kind of situatonship. An old fling of (y/n)s come to visit them on tour, and everything gets really ugly before it can turn pretty again.
A/n: This request meant so much to me, it was so sweet. And I also think it’s the first time ever I’ve been called by the nickname Syd, it kinda made me tear up tbh. Sidney is not my rea” name, but it’s what I would prefer to be called irl too, so that was really special to me. Sorry for rambling, let me get back to business. I altered the storyline slightly, as I’m not so good with long-form (as in playing out over a longer period of time) content. I hope it’s still okay though anon. Thank you so much for requesting it.
The drums thundered beneath (y/n)s feet as she hammered away at the kit. Her sticks blurred as they danced between snare and cymbals, keeping the beat alive. The stage lights blazed down on her, casting her in a fiery glow, and the roar of the crowd filled her ears. This was their hometown, and the crowd had never been wilder. They'd never sounded better. The energy was crazy. The audience pulsed with every note, their bodies swaying, their voices raised. She was in her element, her body thrumming with adrenaline and dopamine, every beat of her heart in sync with the music. This was what she lived for, this connection with the crowd, this ecstasy of sound. But she wasn't just watching the crowd. She was watching Gerard. They were on fire tonight, moving across the stage in pure frenzy, their voice soaring above the instruments. She and Gerard had a friends-with-benefits thing going on, and watching them move like this made her go absolutely crazy. Gerard caught her eye, and for a moment, they were locked in a shared intensity. They both knew what this meant, this feeling of being alive, of being in the moment, of being together on stage. The crowd was just a blur now, a background of noise, as they connected through the music.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this, getting involved with someone in the band. It was risky, and it could mess things up. But she couldn't help it. She was in love with Gerard, and every time they played together, she felt it more intensely. They didn't know it, of course, and she didn't dare tell them. She didn't want to ruin what they had. So she focused on the music. She poured all her energy into the drumming, trying to drown out her feelings, trying to stay in the moment. But it was hard. Every time Gerard came close, every time they brushed against her, every time their voice filled her ears, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with them, really be with them, not just in this awkward friends-with-benefits limbo.
The last song of the night ended, and the crowd exploded into applause. Gerard was grinning, their eyes bright with the thrill of the moment. She’d never seen someone look so beautiful. (Y/n) felt the rush of adrenaline and excitement course through her body, and she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. She quickly got up from behind her drum kit and joined the rest of the band at the front of the stage. As they stood there, basking in the glow of the crowd's adoration, Gerard put their arm around (y/n)'s waist. She felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, her heart racing as she tried to keep her composure. She had been in love with Gerard for so long, and a little gesture like this only made her feelings for them grow stronger.
Suddenly, without warning, Gerard turned towards her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. (Y/n)s body trembled as she responded to the kiss, the heat and intensity of the moment taking over all of her senses. She could feel Gerard's breath hot on her face, their lips moving against hers with an almost desperate urgency. (Y/n) was instantly lost in the moment, the energy of the concert pulsing through her veins as she kissed Gerard back with equal passion. Their bodies pressed together, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with abandon. She could feel the heat of the stage lights on her skin, the sound of the crowd fading into the background as all she could focus on was the feel of Gerard's lips on hers.
The crowd roared even louder, cheering them on as they shared their moment of passion. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but each time it felt just as electric as the last. It was something about the adrenaline and passion that Gerard couldn’t let out in any other way. She was lost in the moment, in the rush of the music and the heat of the kiss. Eventually, the kiss came to an end, and Gerard pulled away, their eyes still locked on hers. (Y/n) was left breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She knew that this was something that could never be replicated, something that could only happen in the heat of the moment on stage.
Eventually the band waved goodbye to the crowd before making their way of off stage. (Y/n)s mind was racing, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of what had just happened, how to feel about all of it. She knew that she was in way too deep with Gerard, that her feelings for them went way beyond just a physical attraction. As they made their way backstage, the rest of the band congratulated each other on a successful show, but (y/n) couldn't focus on anything other than Gerard. She was lost in her thoughts, wondering if they could ever become something more than just this friends-with-benefits arrangement, these random sparks of passion. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside and just enjoyed the afterglow of the concert, reveling in the adrenaline and passion that still flowed through her body. She knew that she was meant to be on stage, and that nothing else could ever compare to the feeling of being in the moment, of sharing that energy with the crowd, and of sharing that passion for music with the rest of the band.
The day after the gig, (y/n) was feeling a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. She sat in bed, scrolling through MySpace and looking at pictures that fans had taken at the show. As she lazily scrolled through the pictures, her eyes came to rest on a series of shots of her and Gerard making out at the end of the concert. In one particular shot, Gerard was kissing her neck, and (y/n)'s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. There was something about being with Gerard that made her feel alive in a way that nothing else did. She knew that the kiss was just out of passion and adrenaline, nothing more. Still she couldn't help but feel happy whenever they were together. She chuckled to herself as she closed her laptop and got ready for another day of rehearsals. The tour was starting the day after that, and she knew that they had to be on their A-game if they wanted to make it a success.
(Y/n) sat outside rehearsals with Mikey, looking at her ringing phone. It was Ethan. She sighed deeply. She had really been trying to avoid Ethan. More so since joining the band and specifically since getting to know Gerard. Ethan had been a fling back in school, and it had ended poorly. At least on her end. They hadn’t been in a relationship, so theoretically he hadn’t been cheating while he was sleeping around with half their school but it still felt like a betrayal. She really had had feelings for him once. Those feelings was since long gone though, and now she just wanted to avoid him. She hadn’t really told him that she knew what he’d been up to, rather she’d just tried to cut him off, just ghost him. It wasn’t going that well though. He wasn’t really getting the signals. The phone kept on ringing, and she kept on staring at it. She was sitting outside, taking a break from rehearsals with Mikey. He chuckled at the ringing phone. “You’re sure you shouldn’t take that? It seems like he won’t give up” he asked. Mikey knew part of the story about Ethan, but not the part of why (y/n) wanted to cut contact with him; since she was now interested in Gerard, the charismatic singer of the band and also Mikeys sibling. (Y/n) sighed deeply and picked up the phone. “Okay, fine. I’ll see you back inside then?”
She walked a bit further, away from the bench where Mikey was sitting. She took a deep breath and answered the call. “(Y/n)! Hi!” Ethans voice enthusiastically greeted her. Why was he so chipper, she thought. “Hi Ethan” she answered, a bit more lukewarm in tone. “I’ve been trying to reach you forever. Are you too busy for me now that you have a band and success?” He teased. She frowned, this was really the least person she wanted to have a conversation with and she wished once again that she just had the guts to confront him, so he’d back off once and for all. “It’s been a hectic time lately, we had a gig here at home yesterday, and today is final day of rehearsals for the tour” (y/n) answered, giving as good of an excuse as she could. It wasn’t a lie. They’d been busy. Their second record had just been released, and they’d done lots of PR for it, as well as planning for the upcoming tour. Ethan wouldn’t get that though. He’d never really been supportive of her as a musician, and had always just seen her drumming as a ‘quirky hobby’. In hindsight, (y/n) really didn’t understand what she ever saw in him. Sure, he was good looking, but she couldn’t think of much more. “I saw the pictures on MySpace,” Ethan said, and (y/n) immediately understood which pictures this might be. She sighed internally, and Ethan kept on talking. “I thought maybe I could come see one of your gigs?” Ethan asked. (Y/n)s jaw almost dropped to the ground. Really? Was now the time to be supportive? She mentally cursed herself for not having more of a backbone to tell him off. Never seeing him again would’ve been too soon for her liking. “Are you sure that’s your type of thing? You never used to like to hear me play when we were together back then” she asked, trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible. “Come on (y/n)! I used to love hearing you play and sing.” That was just a blatant lie, she though immediately. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could come see us the in a few days, if you really want.” Maybe she could end whatever it still was they had while Ethan was visiting, she thought to herself.
She returned back to the bench where Mikey was still sitting, drinking a coke. “Mikey, why the hell was I born with absolutely no fucking backbone?” she asked him. Mikey was a close friend at this point, and he always gave her good advice, whatever the matter was. He chuckled and took another sip of coke. “What happened? It can’t possibly be that bad (y/n)” he said with a friendly smile. (Y/n) sighed deeply. “Ethan is coming out to one of our gigs. I just couldn’t say no” she explained. “Okay. That’s actually pretty bad” he said with a chuckle. “You don’t need him anymore (y/n). I get that it’s hard to just cut someone off like that, but I think it’d be for the best.” (Y/n) smiled at him. He always understood. “I know, I know. I’m going to tell him when he comes to see us. Get him out for good”.
They headed back inside where Gerard, Ray and Frank were waiting for them and continued rehearsing. They all wanted to sound their best this tour. It was something Ray had said in an interview, about wanting the crowd to feel like “they’d just been fucked” when they left a gig. They’d all taken it to heart, and more than anything they wanted to create a lasting impression on the people that actually came out to see them. Soon, afternoon came to evening and the band members began dropping off. Then, at last, there was just (y/n) and Gerard left. As soon as Frank, the last of the three other members, had left the room the whole atmosphere changed. The way Gerard looked at her went from careful glances when the rest of the band was present to something more like a a hunger now. For a moment (y/n) tried to pretend not to notice the way Gerard looked at her, playing along to a backing track of Helena and focusing on getting emotion into the beat of the song. Gerard sat on the sofa, just staring. Eventually the song came to an end and (y/n) had to remove her headphones and meet Gerards gaze.
“What?” (Y/n) asked, despite knowing exactly what was on Gerards mind. It wasn’t the first time they were looking at her like this after all. "God, you're so talented," Gerard said, while taking big strides across the room to (y/n). "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you as my drummer”. (Y/n) knew that Gerard appreciated her musical abilities, otherwise she wouldn’t have gotten the job, but it still meant a lot to hear them say it. “Thanks” she said, trying to keep herself together while she could feel her cheeks heating up. “You’re not all too bad yourself, you know.” Gerard smirked at her and stepped closer. "You know, there's something else I appreciate about you," they said, their voice now barely above a low whisper. (Y/n) looked up at them from her place behind the drums, knowing where this could possibly lead. She decided to play along. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” she asked, her pulse quickening with anticipation. Gerard leaned in, their breath hot against (y/n)s ear. "The way you play, the way you move, the way you look," they murmured. "It's all so fucking sexy”. (Y/n) gasped at the sudden intensity of Gerard's words. She had always known that their relationship was more about physical attraction than an emotional connection. She had always hoped for more. But hearing Gerard speak so explicitly about their desire was still hit her straight in the heart. Before (y/n) could respond, Gerard closed the gap between them and pressed their lips to (y/n)s. The kiss was rough and urgent, full of pent-up passion and longing. As they kissed, Gerard's hands roamed over (y/n)'s body, tracing the contours of her curves and sending shivers down her spine. (Y/n) moaned softly into the kiss, their own hands reaching up to tangle in Gerard's hair, pulling slightly at it, knowing just what they liked. The way they moaned into her mouth made her proud, for lack of a better word. Knowing that she did that to them did things to her as well. They broke apart to catch their breath. (Y/n) smiled up at Gerard. A smile with connotations not suitable for the world outside. But with just the two of them, alone, what did it matter? "What are we waiting for?" she asked, taking Gerards hand and pulling them towards the couch. "Let's make some music."
She softly pushed them down on the couch and straddled their hips. The whine they let out at the new found friction was enough for (y/n) to feel a surge of warmth trough her body. Gerard pulled her closer, and she more than willingly grinded down against them. With one of their arms around her waist and the other wrapping around her neck they nipped at her earlobe before moving lower, kissing and nipping down her neck. (Y/n) groaned at the sensation, letting out a disappointed whine as they stopped. “Oh, was that good?” Gerard asked, grinning up at her. (Y/n) nodded enthusiastically. She ran her fingers through Gerard's dark hair, enjoying the sensation of their soft locks beneath her fingertips. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled slightly, eliciting a moan from far down Gerards throat. They leaned in to kiss (y/n) again, their tongues tangling together with ease. Gerard slid further down, continued to kiss along (y/n)s neck and collarbone. (Y/n) felt heat rush to her face as Gerard nibbled and sucked at her exposed skin.
Their hips met each others as she ground down against Gerard, making her gasp as she felt the bulge in Gerards, now way to tight, jeans. They pulled away to catch their breath before returning to the task at hand. Gerard's hands slid down her sides, carefully sliding her skirt of her hips. She stood up to kick it off and Gerard continued their work with her top, undoing the buttons and pulling the garment up and over her head. Her underwear was likewise discarded, tossed haphazardly on the floor. Now completely naked, (y/n) let out a pleased sigh as Gerard continued to pleasure her with their kisses, keeping her distracted while they undressed themselves. (Y/n) kissed Gerard deeply, letting their tongues tangle together as their hands explored each others bodies.
When they finally broke apart again, Gerard was pushing their pants down their legs, kicking free with ease. (Y/n) watched in fascination as Gerard pushed down his underwear, revealing themselves fully to her. Their cock was already hard, leaking with precum. Gerard carefully laid (y/n) down on the sofa and spread her legs open, and pulled her closer, slowly moving their hands up her thigh and towards her pussy. She shuddered, excited by the growing need within her. Gerard's fingers brushed against her, tracing the edges of her cunt and gliding along them. (Y/n) groaned at the touch, her eyes closing as she bit her lip. Gerard's finger slipped inside of her, teasingly slow at first before gradually speeding up. (Y/n) sighed, leaning into Gerard's hand as they worked her over. Their thumb rubbed firmly over her clit, occasionally rubbing it in circles. Her breathing began to come faster, her heart beating wildly as she rode their hand.
"Fuck me," (y/n) whispered, breaking the silence. Gerard grinned at her, sliding one more finger into her with ease. "Mhm, everything in good time" Gerard replied, pulling out to rub her clit again. Gerard's tongue snaked out of their mouth, darting out to tease her nipple. (Y/n) bit her lip to try to keep from moaning, knowing that Gerard could tell she was close. Gerard's fingers sped up their pace, working her over with skill and familiarity. (Y/n) moaned helplessly, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure. Gerard rubbed her clit faster, while their tongue circled her nipple. “Oh God, Gerard," (y/n) whimpered, her voice shaking. "Please..." Her words were cut short as she came, going limp as she cried out.
They slowed down their rhythm, giving (y/n) time to get used to the change before going back to work. Gerard licked at (y/n)s nipples, causing (y/n) to whimper in delight. Gerard kept up their fingering, working her over until she was begging for release once more. "Fuck!" (Y/n) cried out. She threw their head back, arching her back in bliss as her orgasm rocked her. Gerard curled their fingers inside of her, hitting just the spot she needed. They stopped, waiting to see if (y/n) was finished with them yet. (Y/n) looked up at them, her eyes hooded with lust.
"Gerard, I need you to fuck me now. Or so help me god". Gerard smirked at her, but wanted nothing more than to obey. They quickly got atop of her. They kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each others bodies as they moved together. When Gerard entered, (y/n) gasped with pleasure. They started slow, but built up speed steadily. Soon they were both moving with abandon, Gerard thrusting deep into (y/n). They rolled over on the couch, (y/n) now on top. She knew Gerard loved it like this. They sounded so needy, like this was what they had been waiting for the whole day. She grabbed a fistful of their hair and tugged slightly as she ground her hips into them, picking up the pace as Gerards hips began stuttering. "That’s so fucking perfect" Gerard cried out, bucking his hips into (y/n), driving themselves deeper inside of her. ”That’s it” she encouraged Gerard. ”Come for me. I want to see you break.” And it wasn't long before Gerard could no longer hold back. Their legs shook uncontrollably, muscles tightening and hips desperately stuttering as the white hot pressure raced through their body. Gerard cried out, throwing their head back with an unholy moan as their orgasm hit them. They went completely limp as (y/n) stilled in their lap.
They stayed like that for just a moment. That moment meant everything to (y/n), just getting to be close to Gerard. She treasured those moments of closeness almost as much as the ones on stage. But she knew she couldn’t stay. Hastily, she got off their lap and gathered her clothes, quickly putting them on again. Gerard was still sitting on the couch, dazed. ”I have to get going Gee, but I’ll meet you here tomorrow at 11. That’s when the bus comes to pick us up, right?” She tried her best to sound casual, like her heart wasn’t aching from having to leave them. But the proverbial show had to go on.
The first couple of shows of the tour had been absolutely amazing, and (y/n) couldn’t wait to play again the upcoming evening. But first she had to deal with a day of Ethan. He had arrived in town earlier that day, and they were all supposed to meet up for lunch. (Y/n) dreaded it, and as they sat down to eat, she couldn't help but notice the way Ethan kept staring at her. He seemed to be trying to flirt with her, bringing up old memories and trying to make her laugh. It made (y/n) uncomfortable, and she while she really didn’t want him there, she couldn’t help to feel bad. Maybe he had the idea that something could still happen between them. She looked over at Gerard, who sat across from them, trying his best to be polite, but something wasn’t quite right. If (y/n) didn’t know any better she almost would’ve thought his mood could be summed up to jealousy. Gerard could see the way Ethan was looking at (y/n), and it made them feel uneasy. They tried to engage in the conversation, but Ethan seemed to ignore them, focusing all of his attention on (y/n). Eventually, (y/n) managed to make an excuse for them to leave the unpleasant situation at restaurant, realising they had soundcheck coming up.
During soundcheck, Ethan's presence was felt like a dark cloud hanging over them. He acted strangely, standing off to the side and barely answering when spoken to. Gerard could sense the tension between (y/n) and Ethan, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. After soundcheck, they all gathered backstage, waiting for the gig to start. Ethan was still there, hovering around (y/n) and trying to make conversation, and Gerard was beginning to worry. They knew part of (y/n) and Ethans history, and it made them nervous. Of course, they had no say in if (y/n) and Ethan got back together, but still, it would be heartbreaking. They were fed up with the way Ethan was acting, and he wanted to make sure that (y/n) knew how they felt about it, as they could see she was starting to look uncomfortable too.
Gerard was struggling to keep cool, their jealousy boiling just below the surface. It was an ugly, ugly emotion. Especially since they and (y/n) really wasn’t together. But still they couldn’t help but feel it. They tried to focus on the upcoming gig, but their thoughts kept drifting back to (y/n) and Ethan. They couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan was trying to win her back, and the thought made them feel sick to their stomach.
As they waited for their cue to go on stage, Gerard pulled (y/n) aside, away from Ethan's prying eyes. "I don't like the way he's acting around you," they said, their voice low and serious. "He's making me uncomfortable, and I don't want him to hurt your feelings again.” (Y/n) was taken aback by Gerard's concern. She could feel the tension between them, and it made her heart race. "I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can handle him. I'm not going to let him ruin our night." Gerard looked at her for a moment, their eyes meeting. They wanted to say so much more, to tell her how they really felt, but they couldn't find the words. Instead, Gerard leaned in and kissed her, their lips meeting with passion. The kiss was electric, sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. She could feel Gerard's arms around her, pulling her close. It was like nothing else mattered in that moment, just the two of them together. They finally broke apart and (y/n) looked at Gerard, absolutely perplexed. The whole situation was so unusual. ”For good luck” Gerard finally managed to say with a wink and a smile, before stepping out on stage.
As the band took to the stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and screams. The atmosphere was electric, and the band could feel it coursing through their veins. They played with a fierce energy, each member pouring their heart and soul into every note. Gerard, in particular, seemed to be on fire. They danced across the stage with a wild abandon, their movements more suggestive and provocative than ever before. Their eyes kept flicking back to where (y/n) sat behind the drums, and every time they made contact, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them.
Despite the incredible energy of the show, Gerard found that they couldn't fully focus on the music. Their mind kept drifting back to (y/n), to the way she looked behind the drums, to the way she screamed along to the lyrics as she played.
Finally, as the last song rang out, Gerard couldn't take it any longer. They strode across the stage, eyes fixed on (y/n), and pulled her to her feet. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Gerard pressed his lips to hers, his kiss filled with more passion and intensity than ever before. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the rest of the world falling away as their bodies pressed together. It was as though they were the only two people in the world, lost in a moment of pure passion and desire.
Finally, as the song came to an end, they pulled away from each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The crowd roared their approval, and (y/n) felt a thrill of excitement race through her body. This was what it was all about. The music, the passion, and the wild, unpredictable ride that came with it.
(Y/n) had seen the way Ethan had looked at her when she sat behind the drum kit. If someone would’ve asked her just over a year ago what she would do to make him look at her like that, she would’ve offered the world. Now, it felt wrong. It felt like Ethan was just here now because she’d ‘become someone’, like he thought what he’d done didn’t matter. It made her uncomfortable and she tried her best not to think about his presence and just focus on the music. Just making the gig count. What she hadn’t seen was the way he looked at her and Gerard when the were half way to making out at the end of the show. The look in Ethans eyes had been that of slight disgust, and somewhere in there, despise for Gerard.
On her way off stage (y/n) stopped to talk to her drum tech, just talking the set-up and some things that needed fine-tuning through in before the next gig. As she walked through the corridors she thought she could hear screaming. She shook her head, it was probably just the crowd hoping for another encore.
Gerard arrived backstage before any of the other members of the band. They were surprised to see Ethan there, with his arms crossed over his chest and pure anger in his eyes. ”You fucking disgust me” Ethan spat at Gerard as they entered the room. Gerard was still pumped up on adrenaline from the show, and the ecstasy flipped to anger much quicker than any of them expected. Gerard glared daggars at the man. ”What’s your bloody problem?” Gerard spat back. ”My problem is that you’re corrupting (y/n). The way you act on stage is repulsive, you’re dragging her down with you” Ethan answered, stepping closer to Gerard. They just stared at him for a moment. And when Gerard didn’t answer Ethan continued. ”(Y/n) used to be so good. Such a nice, sweet girl. Now she’s in the gutter with you.” Gerard was fine with people insulting them, they didn’t really care, but the moment Ethan took (y/n)s name in his mouth it was like something boiled over.
They crossed the room in just a few strides and swung directly at Ethans face. It was so quick, and they were surprised at their own action. They weren’t one to get into fights typically, but if someone was worth fighting for, it was (y/n). The blow connected, but not enough to knock Ethan down. Ethan dodged backwards while trying to keep standing. Gerard kept swinging, but now that Ethan had his head in the game it was harder to hit. A moment of lost focus allowed Ethan to get a hit in. A hit straight over Gerards mouth, splitting their lip open. Gerard staggered backwards, but stayed on their feet. Ethan followed, ready for another round. Gerard knew they wouldn't last long if the fight went on, Ethan was both taller and stronger than them. "You don't get to speak about (y/n) like that" Gerard growled, shoving Ethan away. Ethan stumbled back several steps. "Yeah? Well she's going to regret leaving me if it’s you she’ll be stuck with" Ethan said before pushing Gerard to the ground and managing to pin them down. Gerard tried to twist free, but Ethan held them tight, pressing them against the floor. "I told you to leave her alone. And I'm not warning you again.” Ethan gritted out through clenched teeth. Gerard struggled hard, but couldn't get Ethan off. "Why should I listen to you? You're not even her boyfriend anymore, you blew that chance ages ago.” Ethan looked like he was about to punch Gerard again, and like this punch would be something other than the earlier ones. ”Well neither are you. You’re delusional if you think she’d ever want to be with someone like you” Ethan bit back.
And at the exact moment Gerard squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for a hit to the face they heard (y/n)s voice. ”Ethan! What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screamed at him. Both Gerard and Ethan was taken by surprise, and while Ethan couldn’t even begin to think of an excuse for the situation she’d found them in, (y/n) had more to say. ”Get off him right fucking now, you bastard” she yelled. ”But-” Ethan began, not quite sure where the sentence would go. ”But fucking nothing. You’re leaving right fucking now.” she spat angrily at him. ”So you’re really choosing them before me? (Y/n), are you sure about that?” he answered, voice almost mocking as he let Gerard go and stood up. (Y/n) looked at Ethan like he was absolutely insane. ”They are my best friend. They’re the world to me. You’re just an embarrassing history I can’t seem to shake. You’re leaving right fucking now and I never want to see you again. Do you understand?” (y/n) shouted at him, looking like she was about to punch him too. Angry tears were welling up in her eyes. Ethan stood still. ”I said now! Or I’m calling security”. Just a moment later security rushed through the door anyway, having been made aware of the racket. (Y/n) tried her best to calm down as she told them what had happened and directed them to escort Ethan of the premises. As soon as he was out the door she fell to her knees next to Gerard who was still laying on the floor.
”Gerard?” she asked, trying to get their attention. Gerard blinked slowly and looked up at (y/n). They saw she was crying and reached up a shaky hand to wipe a tear off her cheek. ”Don’t cry (y/n). It’s okay. Everything is okay. I’m fine, I promise” Gerard said softly and mustered up a smile, which immediately made them wince in pain. She pulled them into a hug and held them close for a long time.
Some of the personell at the venue had offered to take care of Gerard, but (y/n) had insisted on doing it herself. It was her fault that Gerard was in this state, and she’d be damned if she didn’t do her best to fix it. With a first aid kit in one hand and Gerard by the other they walked towards the bathroom. A bathroom where they, in any other situation, would probably have had sex right now. She carefully sat them down on the floor before turning to rummage through the first aid kit. She found what she was looking for. Cotton balls and some asol to clean the wounds, and plasters to cover them up. She squatted besides Gerards place on the floor. “What were you thinking, Gee? You could’ve gotten much worse hurt than this” (y/n) said, trying her best to conceal the genuine worry for them. Gerard smirked at her with a bloody lip. “He had it coming” was all they said. (Y/n) shook her head but smiled at Gerard.
She got a cotton ball ready and held it up to their face. “Okay, are you ready? This might sting a bit” she warned them, as if they’d never had a wound cleaned before. She softly dabbed the cotton ball against their split lip. Gerards eyes screwed shut and they winced at the feeling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” (y/n) said softly. She cleaned the wounds one after one before plastering them up. She looked at Gerard. Even like this, with a split lip and bruises beginning to form, they were absolutely stunning. “Okay Gee, you’re all fixed up”. Gerard smiled softly at (y/n). “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that you know” they said with a voice that told (y/n) they were grateful but somewhat ashamed about the whole situation. She was just about to stand up when Gerard grabbed her hand. They looked at her with big eyes. “Would you kiss me?” (Y/n) smiled at them, just slightly perplexed by the whole situation. But how could she ever say no to kissing Gerard. They were a dream. Her dream. She had never loved someone like she loved Gerard. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Gerards, softly and sweetly. The feeling between them was something unfamiliar, but Gerard responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into their lap. After a moment, they pulled away, both breathless and smiling. "Feeling better?" (y/n) asked, grinning. "Definitely," Gerard replied, his eyes sparkling in a way that made (y/n)s heart skip a beat. (Y/n) grinned back at them. "Good. Now, what do you say we go find the rest of the band and have dinner?” Gerard nodded, still grinning. "Sounds perfect to me."
The whole band walked through the streets, looking for some place to have dinner. They were all talking and laughing about the gig they’d just played. No one seemed to dare mention the fight afterwards, all of them talking around it like the elephant in the room. Until Frank decided not to. “I mean, it’s a shame you got your ass kicked, Gee. It really is. But I must say, I didn’t think you had it in you to throw a swing first like that.” The sentence piqued (y/n)s interest. Gerard had thrown the first swing. It didn’t quite make sense to her. Why would they do that? She decided not to take part in the conversation and instead turned to Ray to compliment him on the solos he’d played on stage. Ray always played amazing solos, and she made sure to tell him every single night. The two of them soon got lost in a conversation and she didn’t manage to hear the rest of what’d played out before the fight backstage.
After searching the streets for way too long they eventually stumbled upon a small bar with a neon sign that read "Food & Drinks". The place looked a little dingy, but the smell of cooking food wafting out of the kitchen window was enough to make their stomachs growl. The group walked in and took a table in the corner. They ordered drinks and food, chatting and laughing the whole time. Once they were all settled with food, they ordered a round of shots to celebrate the successful gig. The group lifted their glasses and cheered to the future of the band. Gerard was particularly excited and kept making jokes and laughing loudly. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in their chest at seeing Gerard so happy, despite the situation backstage. As they sat there, the conversation focused in on the gig they just played. Frank started talking about how the crowd was electric and how their energy had been absolutely crazy. Ray chimed in, saying that it was the best they'd ever played as a band. Mikey agreed, nodding his head in enthusiasm. (Y/n) listened to them talk, a feeling of pride swelling in her chest. She hadn’t played with them for that long, just since before they started recording the second album, but she treasured every moment of it.
As the night wore on, the drinks started flowing a little more freely. The group got louder and rowdier, shouting and singing along to the music playing over the speakers. After a few more rounds of shots, Gerard was starting to get noticeably drunk, and seemed to have lost their good spirit. The alcohol had strengthened the despair they felt, rather than making them forget it. They kept swaying in their seat and slurring their words. (Y/n) was worried about them, but they insisted they were fine. They talked for a while longer, about everything and nothing at all. The rest of them laughed and joked around, enjoying each other's company. Gerard stumbled a bit as he got up from his seat to go to the bar, and (y/n) caught them before they fell. She looked at the rest of the band, who were all smiling and chuckling at Gerard's drunken antics, also too drunk to notice how sad Gerard seemed. "Come on, Gerard," (y/n) said, wrapping her arm around their waist to steady them. "Let's get you back to the hotel." Gerard leaned their head against her shoulder, their eyes half-closed. "Okay," they said with a soft voice. They said their goodbyes to the rest of the band that had decided to stay a bit longer, and made their way into the night.
As (y/n) and Gerard stumbled out of the bar and into the cool night air, (y/n) wrapped her arm tightly around Gerard's waist, trying to steady them as they walked. Gerard leaned heavily on her, their steps unsteady and their words slurred. "Thanks for taking care of me," Gerard said, their voice almost too quiet for (y/n) to make out. "Of course," (y/n) replied, her voice gentle. "I'm always here for you, Gee.” As they walked, the night grew quiet around them. The only sounds were their footsteps against the pavement and the occasional car passing by. They walked in silence for a few more minutes until (y/n) spoke up. "You seem awfully quiet, what’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice soft. Gerard was lost in thought, their mind consumed by worries about what Ethan had said. Gerard didn't want to burden (y/n) with their worries, but they just couldn't shake the feeling that she was too good for them. They shook their head, trying to clear the thoughts that was bringing them down. "It's nothing," they said finally. "Just thinking."
They arrived at the hotel, and (y/n) helped Gerard up the stairs and to his room. They stood outside Gerards door for a moment, both of them silent. "Thanks for tonight," Gerard said finally, their voice somber and with a bittersweet smile. "Anytime," (y/n) replied, smiling at them sweetly. Gerard was still lost in thought, mind consumed by doubts and fears. But then (y/n) spoke again, her voice warm. "You know, you're really quite handsome, even with a split lip," she said. Gerard smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through their chest. ”Handsome enough for you to come inside with me?” they said with a playful wink, regaining some composure and hope. (Y/n) didn’t say anything, she just leaned in and kissed Gerard softly on the lips. The kiss so was gentle at first, but quickly grew more passionate, both of them lost in the moment. Gerards lips were soft and warm against hers, and she could taste the alcohol on their tongue. Their arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as they kissed. (Y/n) could feel the heat of their body against hers, and it made her feel alive. Their tongues danced together, the passion between them building with each passing moment. (Y/n) could feel her heart racing in her chest as Gerard's hand moved up to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss even further. She ran her fingers through their hair, feeling the soft strands slip through her fingers. The kiss was intoxicating, and (y/n) found herself lost in the moment. She pulled Gerard closer, as if closer was a thing to be possible, and for a few brief moments, all of Gerard's worries faded away, replaced by the warmth of (y/n)'s touch. They stood close together, foreheads pressed against each others while they tried to catch their breath. “Okay. Let’s get inside” (y/n) demanded, eyes dark with desire.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Gerards hands were all over (y/n)s body. They quickly pulled her jacket and t-shirt off, then stopping for just a moment to admire the sight. ”God, you’re so fucking gorgeous (y/n)” they said, panting, before closing the space between them again. They stumbled their way over to the bed and fell onto it, without ever breaking apart. Gerards coat and t-shirt got lost somewhere on the way. (Y/n) quickly got on top of Gerard and pinned their hands down on the bed over their head. They looked up at her, pupils blown wide with desire.
She watched as his eyes tried to take in every inch of her naked skin, in slight disbelief. Gerard leaned up and kissed (y/n), pouring out everything they were feeling into the kiss. She let them keep that up for a moment before pushing them back down into the bed. Once they were flat on their back, (y/n) leaned in to kiss their neck. Gerard moaned softly as she sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on their neck and rolled her hips against theirs. ”Oh god (y/n). Please, more. That feels so good” they whined, barely keeping their thoughts straight. (Y/n) smiled down at them gently before pressing her lips down towards their chest. She licked each nipple, then took one into her mouth, sucking hard. Gerard let out a breathy moan and arched their back, gripping at the sheets around them. They were already hard from her working them over, but this made it so much hard to be patient. She pulled away and moved her free hand down their body. She rubbed their cock through their jeans at a agonisingly slow pace.
Gerard groaned as their hips bucked and their stomach tightened, straining against the fabric of their pants. (Y/n) smiled down at them, then turned her attention back to their cock. She slowly unbuttoned their pants, pulling them down to their ankles before tossing them aside along with the boxers underneath. She ran her fingers up and down their length, watching it twitch when she brushed across its sensitive tip. It throbbed and grew even harder under her touch. She looked down at Gerard, kissing their chest as she continued to stroke their cock. Gerard was breathing heavily, trying to get their hands free so that they could touch her.
”Please (y/n), I need to touch you. Please” Gerard begged her, their voice desperate. Her breath caught in her throat and she stopped stroking them, instead leaning down to kiss their lips softly, her tongue slipping between their lips with ease. They moaned deeply, trying to reach up to get more of her. She pulled away and stood up. Gerard eyes followed her as she unbuckled her belt and slid it through the loops of her jeans. Gerard's eyes widened as they watched her pull the zipper down, revealing her panties. She slid those down over her thighs along with the jeans. Gerard craned their neck, watching her strip. Their cock twitched and swelled even further under her stare. (Y/n) bit her lip, letting a satisfied smirk cross her face as she stepped out of her jeans and underwear. She kicked them away before standing in front of Gerard, naked.
She grinned down at Gerard as she dropped to her knees on the bed before them. They looked at her with wide, desperate eyes as (y/n) bent down towards their hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few slow strokes. Gerard groaned deeply, moving their hips up and down slightly in attempt to get more out of her touch. She smirked down at them, taking their cock into her mouth. (Y/n) sucked on it roughly, bobbing her head up and down. ”Fucking god. (Y/n), please. More.” They didn’t even know what they were begging for, they just knew that they wanted whatever she would give them. (Y/n) gave them a few more strokes before she pulled back up, looking up at Gerard with a devilish grin on her face. She licked her lips before leaning down again. She took their cock in until the tip hit her throat, then let go of it. Gerard cried out loudly as she worked up and down his shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside of their cock with every move. She looked up at Gerard, who had a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
She looked up to see their eyes meeting her own, their pupils blown wide open. They held her gaze as she sucked their dick, making sure to keep eye contact. Gerard was shaking on the bed, their hips jerking up and down, trying to get more from her. She hummed gently into their cock, their hips bucking as she bobbed her head faster. ”(Y/n), please. If you keep this up I’m not going to last” they gasped, trying to keep their hips still. She grinned mischievously and pulled off. Gerard groaned as (y/n) climbed back up, straddling them. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, then leaned in to kiss them passionately. ”Are you ready?” she whispered in Gerards ear while positioning herself over their cock. They nodded quickly, with eyes screaming of desperation. She smiled down at them and lowered herself down. She moaned as she felt their cock slide deep inside her, stretching her tightness. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, and Gerard could’ve sworn they’d never heard a more beautiful sound in their life.
(Y/n) ground their hips against Gerard, then leaned forward as she began to bounce up and down. She looked down at Gerard, watching their expression. They were so beautiful. Their rosy cheeks, desperate eyes and mouth slightly agape. Gerard put their hands on her hips, helping her up and down their shaft. They closed their eyes, biting their lip to keep from crying out. The pressure was building, their body tensing up as their climax was rapidly approaching. (Y/n) knew exactly what they were feeling and slowed down to keep them right there on the edge. Gerard's grip tightened on her hips, but then immediately they let go, as if afraid they'd lose control and hurt her. But she just laughed and rocked her hips faster, causing them to let out a loud cry. (Y/n) rode them out, slow and steady, until Gerard couldn't take it anymore. He bucked up into her as she came down onto him, their bodies exploding together. (Y/n) threw her head back as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her. Her body relaxed as she came back down to earth, but Gerard was still trembling underneath her. (Y/n) slid off of them, just taking a moment to lay beside them in bed. But she knew she had to leave.
After just a moment she sat up, while Gerard laid still in bed. She looked for her clothes. Clothes that made a trail from the door to the bed. She sighed and reached for her panties to put them on before going after the rest of the clothes. Carefully she stood up, legs a little wobbly both from alcohol and sex. After collecting the rest of her clothes she sat down on the edge off the bed again, starting to put on her t-shirt. That’s when she felt Gerards hand on her hip. She turned to look at them and was surprised to see them look sad again, like the earlier effect of the alcohol had doubled down on them. In combination with the bandaged cuts and bruises they really looked miserable.
She leaned over and caressed Gerards cheek. It didn’t count to the ordinary, but this wasn’t an ordinary situation either. “What’s wrong Gee?” She asked carefully, not quite knowing what to expect to hear. “Do you really have to go (y/n)?” Gerard asked with a small voice. She looked at them, perplexed. “No. Not really” she said, confused. “Do you want me to stay with you?” she then asked, just to clarify to herself that she’d understood Gerard correctly. They smiled a melancholic smile and nodded. (Y/n) didn’t quite know how to handle this new situation. Sure, she’d seen Gerard sad before, but not in a situation like this. But if they really wanted her to stay, then of course she’d stay. She took off her shirt again and got back under the blanket. Carefully she took Gerard into her arms. They crawled close and rested their head on her chest while she softly stroked their hair. “What’s the matter honey?” she asked softly, daring a term of endearment. “I just want you to stay. I always want you to stay afterwards” Gerard murmured into her chest. She kissed their black mop of hair softly. “You could’ve just told me”. Gerard sighed deeply. “I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to make things weird between us, if you didn’t feel the same” they explained after a moment of silence. They looked up at her, half expecting a negative reaction, aversion. Instead they saw (y/n) smiling down at them. “I’ve always wanted to stay, Gee. I just didn’t know how to tell you” she said, echoing their words back to them. They just looked at each other for a moment before Gerards face broke up into a smile. “Really?” they asked, not quite believing what they were hearing. She smiled back at them. “Really, Gee. I promise.”
Gerard kissed her softly. Not like they usually kissed. Not with the fever or hunger that she was used to. This was something else, something sweet and almost shy, like the kiss they’d shared when she’d taken care of Gerard after the fight. “I really adore you, you know. I’ve always adored you, and the whole situation with Ethan just made me so jealous. I just have to let you know how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same” Gerard whispered softly in her ear. It made her heart skip a beat, those were the words she had waited for for so long. She looked at them, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together. “Was that why you got into that fight with him before?” she asked, carefully. Gerard nodded slightly. “Yeah, he said some really idiotic things about you. About us too, I guess” they confessed. (Y/n) looked at Gerard, slightly confused. ”He said that I’m ruining you and that you’re too good for me. And I guess he’s right. You are too good for me. Too good to be true” Gerard mumbled, a lonesome tear rolling down their cheek. (Y/n) wiped the tear off their face. ”Oh, sweetheart. Don’t cry. It’s okay, everything’s okay” she whispered softly in Gerards ear. They looked up at (y/n), at her soft, sweet smile. More tears started coming, their bottom lip trembling. She pulled them closer and held them tight. ”Gee, honey, there’s no place I’d rather be, no one I’d rather be and no one I’d rather be with than you” she whispered calmingly while drying off more tears. She kissed their forehead, over and over again, until the tears seemed to have stop. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine” she sang softly while wiping away their tears. “You make me happy, when skies are gray” she continued, whispering in their ear. Gerard looked up at her with big eyes. “You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.”
Gerard snuggled up closer to (y/n), enjoying the warmth and comfort of her embrace. They breathed in sync, feeling the rise and fall of each other's chest. (Y/n) softly stroked Gerard's hair, running her fingers through the messy locks. They lay like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment. (Y/n) could feel the tension in Gerard's body slowly dissipating, as they relaxed more and more into her arms. Eventually, (y/n) spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence between them. "I'm going to get you a glass of water, okay?" she whispered. Gerard groaned slightly, not wanting to move ever again. "Do I have to?" they mumbled, burying their face into (y/n)'s neck. (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Yes, you do. You'll get a headache otherwise, and we don't want that, do we?" Gerard sighed and reluctantly untangled themselves from (y/n)'s embrace. They sat up and watched as (y/n) got out of bed, stretching her limbs before padding over to the kitchenette to get a glass of water. As (y/n) came back to bed, Gerard sat up and took the glass from her, taking a few sips before setting it down on the nightstand. They snuggled back up to (y/n), sighing contentedly as they rested their head on her chest once more.
They lay there for a while longer, talking softly about everything and nothing in particular. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with them, and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, for the first time ever.
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