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Something, Somehow, Someday

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem!Reader Summary: Mikey and Gerard let you tag along when Frank invites them to hang out at his house. After they've fallen asleep, you find yourself in Frank's bedroom, finally giving into your yearlong crush. Frank isn't used to being with younger girls, especially not ones as sweet as you. (or... "he's a lowbrow, mom's house, all his cash is borrowed / she's the good life, no strife, pills he never swallowed / he's the inked up, bad luck, never wants to marry / she's dressed in white" ... to the tune of something, somehow, someday ofc!) Warnings: NSFW content Tags: fingering, breast play, rough sex, age gap Word Count: 5879 A/N: daddy's home

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s a brief, breathless break from clashing lips and needy kisses. They’re dripping with animalistic desire, all messy and feverous, tasting and memorizing his mouth through yours. Sweeping tongues, slotted lips, strangled moans, and gasps and whines, all etched into your memory and fueling a fierce lust beneath your skin.

His eyes hardly open, gazing down at you in a daze. The mess he’s created of you, swollen lips that refuse to purse and lashes that won’t lift. No, you can’t even look at him, too focused on filling your lungs, inhaling oxygen and his musky cologne until you’re breathing him too. You’re still so close, enough that he can feel the rise and fall of your chest, noses still brushing. Carefully, one of his hands leaves your waist, leaving an emptiness in its wake.

“Tell me to stop, then.”

His hand is on your chin, urging you to look at him. Through batted lashes, you stare back up, drowning in the carnality in his eyes. He’s captivating, challenging you with soft browns that flick between your lips and gaze. All he can think of are those plush lips, glistening with spit and desire. He watches the way you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit. Then it’s a hard swallow and bated breath, closing your eyes again and he can almost hear your thoughts.

Mikey and Gerard are downstairs. Someone could hear. He’s so much older, and expectedly, more experienced.

Your eyes flutter open again, judgment too clouded to make a sound decision. Darting from his intense gaze to his lip ring, you lose yourself in the idea of just how good this could be. All those tattoos, that silky, dark hair curling between your fingers. Not to mention his hands, proving themselves already with a strong grip on your waist and chin, holding you hostage in his lap.

Ever aware of your overthinking, he starts to loosen his grasp, traveling from your chin to your cheek. “Hey,” he murmurs again. “We can stop. We can go back down and pretend nothing ever happened.”

For a reason you can’t pinpoint, your heart anxiously lurches. It snaps you out of your funk though, spiral halting before you can reason further.

“And if we don’t?”

A smile cracks at the corners of his lips, lifting as he speaks. Maybe it’s your shy disposition when you talk, that sweet concern and naivety, that charms him. There’s something about you… he wouldn’t say adorable, not interested in infantilizing you. You’re too good with your mouth to be deemed innocent either, which piques his interest. Endearing, he supposes. Whatever it is, he’s eating it up.

“If we don’t,” he says, pausing for effect. “Then I’ll give you anything you want.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach, flustered at his willingness. The idea of him doing anything , taking care of you and all your needs… it’s almost too good. Almost.

His lips are already grazing your jaw, sucking sensual kisses along the way. “I can go fast,” he tells you lowly. “I can go slow.”

From your waist, his hand dips beneath your shirt, leaving a trail of heat in its path. “I can give you everything.”

His other palm is beneath your shirt again, the two of them snaking around your torso and unclasping your bra. It’s slick, you’ll give him that, too distracted by his lips against your ear to notice. His tongue meets your skin next, eliciting a shaky gasp while he smiles against you.

“How’s that sound?”

The words shoot directly into your brain, with Frank smiling mischievously against your ear. Not that you can respond easily, the feeling of faint tongue and gentle sucking sending shivers through you. Man, does he make it hard to focus.

“I dunno,” you reply, hushed, letting your head fall back. “I’ve always wanted you to—”

“Always” is like a buzzword to him. Freezing, you feel embarrassment burn within you. Worse, he’s wearing that cheshire grin, giving your neck a playful bite.

“Always?”

Shit. Freudian slip.

“What do you mean ‘always’?”

Humiliation boils in your stomach, grateful to have a better view of the ceiling than Frank himself. You’d found him attractive since you’d met him, about a year ago in your living room. It was one of the first things you’d noticed upon going downstairs—lean, punky Frank, with that shiny piercing and a couple less tattoos.

Rolling your eyes, you let out an embarrassed sigh. “Doesn’t matter.”

Frank grins. “Sure it does. I gotta make this worth the wait.”

Easing your arms down by your sides, he slides your bra straps off like it’s a casual affair. Despite wanting to believe that it is, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach tells you otherwise. Especially when his hands are beneath your tee again, diagraming your anatomy beneath his fingertips–ribs to breast to pounding heart.

“Jeez,” he snickers softly, concealing the small of your back with one hand. “Am I making you nervous?”

You roll your tongue around in your mouth, contemplating the question. With all the courage you can muster, you let your head fall back down and press your forehead to his. “‘M not nervous, Frank. Just…”

The heat in your cheeks is obvious, the frazzle of your features apparent. That slightly carnal look in your eyes, begging and wanton, that only feeds him further.

“Horny?” he supplies, still smiling as if it’s funny.

You roll your eyes, shallow breaths leaving your lips when his fingers start to travel again. His thumbs graze your nipples, groping at the flesh experimentally.

With a shuddered breath, you respond. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Frank shakes his head, still eyeing you like a test subject. “Not at all. Just most chicks aren’t…”

“Horny?” you echo, suppressing a grin as you lean towards his ear.

He pinches you playfully, ears perking up as a sharp gasp escapes your lips. The way you shift in his lap doesn’t go unnoticed either, making him snicker. “Nah, that’s not what I—oh, you’re fuckin’ weird, huh?”

At first, you’re mildly offended by his offhand comment. Pulling back and wrinkling your nose at him, you notice the shit-eating grin on his face. Carefully, he does it again—fingers rolling over your nipples, then the subtle pinching and tugging. You try to stay stoic, but the clench of your abdomen gives you away.

He’s giddy, looking at you like his little lab rat. Next, it’s his mouth on your neck. Tender bites, sharp teeth, all soothed by the warmth of his tongue. The way you’re reacting is only turning him on more, if that were possible. Writhing and squirming, gasping softly and attempting to stifle it by biting your lip; it’s almost too good to be true. He wouldn’t exactly mind going slow, not really. Sex is sex—but this level of sensitivity, and how you clearly like it rough? Oh, Frank is gonna have fun with you.

“You’re so sensitive,” he comments, mouthing at the top of your jaw.

Heat rises in your cheeks, but it’s not your fault that everything he does is intoxicating. Your face must’ve given away your vague embarrassment, Frank detecting it and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not a bad thing at all,” he assures you, kissing you again. “You’re my favorite kinda girl.”

You’re not sure how he can say something like that and then continue kissing you, allowing the words to seep into your brain. Melting against him, you fist your hands in his t-shirt, letting him pull you closer by your waist. It’s so clear that he’s more experienced than you, be it the age difference or his skilled mannerisms. His kisses are rhythmic, and when his tongue darts out, it’s over for you. Gasping, you grind hard against him, eliciting a reaction from him as well.

He pulls away, letting his head roll for a moment, exhaling as if he were blowing smoke.

“C’mere.”

Obeying, you let him lay you down against his mattress. His nimble hands lift your shirt over your head and he situates himself beside you. It’s strange, lying in his bed with your brothers downstairs. Not to mention how exposed you feel, as Frank is still wearing some Affliction tee while you remain half-naked. Under his gaze, you feel a bit more like the Ways’ kid sister than whoever you thought you were. Thankfully, this hint of insecurity goes unnoticed because he’s so captivated by the sight of you.

Frank runs a hand through his hair like he doesn’t know what to do with you. That familiar feeling is spinning inside of him, muscles twitching with arousal.

“Jesus, kid,” is all he can say, tongue darting out against his lip piercing.

It seems to be a good thing, because he’s stripping off his shirt and hovering over you. Too many times, you’ve imagined this—Frank on top of you, vibrant ink adorning his skin, flush against your own. Those intense eyes, lost in your wide, pleading ones. He can see everything in them—the excitement, fear, insecurity. All of it, and he infers that this isn’t exactly a common occurrence for you. The stalling makes you nervous though, interrupting his burning stare with a question that you’d been dying to ask.

“Frank?”

He hums, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “What’s up?”

Part of him worries that you’re going to ask to stop. Not that he wouldn’t be cool about it, but you’ve really got him going now and he’s actually enjoying it.

“What’d you mean earlier..?” you start slowly, unsure of how to word it. “What kind of girl am I?”

Frank finds the question cute. A soft smile flashes across his face, cradling your cheek in his palm. He fills up your senses with soft laughter and spearmint, easing the anxious ache in your bones.

“You’re sweet,” he says simply, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “And still new to all this. But you’re… kinda kinky, you know? At least that’s the vibe I’m getting.”

You turn your face away, giving a small groan. He laughs softly, guiding your head back to face him. “That’s a good thing. Explore that. Sex gets a whole lot better when you’re doing what you want.”

“What if I don’t know what I want?”

He kneels above you, statuesque, letting his hands run from your breasts to your waist. It feels good to see him so in awe of you.

“Do you want this? ” he asks, staring into your eyes as though he’s seeing right into your soul; his gaze is powerful .

Nervous, you nod, shutting out the “what if’s” and trying to forget who’s sleeping below you. You’ve wanted this for so long—you can’t sell it now over the fear of getting caught.

“Yeah.”

He smiles, pleased. “That’s a start.”

Seeing him smile at that, knowing you want him, makes you swell with pride. You didn’t feel like you were forcing his hand or something, but now you could convince yourself that he was equally eager. Warmth blossoms within you, starting at your collarbones where he’s begun to leave kisses. He had been careful to avoid hickeys on your neck, worried that Gerard or Mikey would spot them in the morning. But as his lips surpass your clavicles, his teeth begin to graze against you, love bites sprouting like violets upon your skin.

All your squirming, rolling hips, and gentle sighs make his blood run south, and Frank tries not to smile at the rarity of this situation. Sleeping with a girl who's dreamed of this is so much different than one-night-stands and post-date sex. He hasn’t had a girl “crush” on him in ages, which almost makes him feel old. Mostly, he’s charmed, finding it sweet that anything he does elicits a reaction. The way you look down at him, twisting your fingers in his hair, eyes swimming with adoration and disbelief… It makes him feel good. Strong. Wanted.

When he starts sinking further, hands pinning your hips in place, he lets his lips graze one of your nipples. It’s cautious, tempting. Your eyes are laser locked on him and your breath is caught in your chest, and judging by your expression, he’s found what makes you tick. His tongue darts out, slow and flat, making you arch into his touch. The simultaneous gasp and tightening grip on his hair blows your cover, mischief and lust flashing in Frank’s eyes.

Part of him wonders how long it’s been, if you’re reacting like this. He’s not used to younger girls, or even more reserved ones. It’s almost always girls his age and in his scene. Everyone’s horny where he’s from—but you grew up with the two nerdiest guys he knows, so it shouldn’t come as much of a shock that you’re like them. He tries not to think about the age thing too much. It’s different with you. More like a favor, he supposes. Frank doesn’t go after college girls—but he knows you. He cares about you, honest. If this is what you want, then he might as well give in.

You must’ve been able to hear his thoughts, running your hand through his hair and scratching at his scalp. It’s soothing, and weirdly domestic. He continues before you can clam up and get all shy on him again, because telling himself that this is for you eases the guilt of banging his friends’ little sister. Besides, you’re really beautiful, and it would be a crime against humanity to not lose himself in you, even just for the night.

It’s all tongue and sucking, hands shifting to grab at the supple flesh. His teeth scrape against you occasionally, just to make you sink deeper into his pillows and moan breathlessly into the night. Watching him comes few and far between, catching glimpses of his heavy eyelids and languid tongue, noting that you’ve never seen Frank look so relaxed. The sight is dizzying, and your mind is reeling—he looks so damn pretty when he’s using his mouth.

Frank always liked to please, really. It was his guilty pleasure, taking things slow and really savoring a girl. While it was rare that he got the opportunity—his previous hookups wanted fast and hard, finding sensuality too intimate—it always seemed to relax him. He’d never admit it, but being skin to skin, feeling and tasting and hearing… it’s otherworldly to him. It makes him feel so connected. So when he pulls away, switching sides and mouthing at you once more, he can’t help but get worked up over you.

Your pitter-patter breathing, unsteady pants and short, high cries that break the quiet are driving him crazy. He can tell you’re more sensitive on this side, biting gently and watching your free hand fly to your mouth. It’s clasped so tight, yet he can feel your shuddered gasps as they tremble throughout your body.

“Yeah?” he asks softly, pulling away with a proud smile. “You’re really into that, huh?”

With the wind knocked out of you, it’s hard to say anything, settling for a rapid nod. Your fingers sink deeper into his hair, eyes barely fluttering open to stare down at him.

“Wish I could hear you,” he says, tenderly kissing your skin. “I bet you get real loud.”

He feels almost guilty saying that to you, typical sexual prowess watered down with the moral battle of knowing that it’s you. Sweet little Way, topless and arching in his bed. Regardless, it leaves you flustered, apprehensively removing your hand. Everything he says makes the ache more insatiable, pulsing to a point of insanity.

“I don’t wanna get caught,” you mumble, both hands carding through his hair.

Frank nods, chin resting on your sternum. “I know, baby. I can tell you’re vocal.”

Should you be insecure about that? You never really thought much of it, unaware that it was unusual to be so reactive.

“Sorry.”

Perplexed, his brows knit together and lips quirk into a bemused smile. “Don’t be sorry. I think it’s hot.”

You shrink, clenching around nothing as he takes you into his mouth one more time. It’s a short, sucking kiss, but it’s enough to shoot sparks through you. His lips find themselves everywhere, beneath the tender curve of your breast and across your abdomen. Carefully, his thumbs brush against your hips, mapping out a spot and nipping one more time until it’s painted scarlet. Proof he was there, he guesses, as if the few blossoming on your chest weren’t enough.

When he pulls away, lips glossy and eyes heavy, he takes a moment to just look. You’re staring back at him, visually tracing the tattoos that color his body in red, black, and blue. Our Lady of Sorrows wrapping around his arm, roses, knives, guns, and stars. The swallows inked above his hip bones, happy trail in between. You follow it down, peeking at the obvious tent in his pants.

Maybe you looked too long, too entranced by the fact that he’s hard for you, but his hands come into view thereafter. They dip below his waistband, shucked off and abandoned on his bedroom floor. The way you look at him makes him feel more exposed, like you’re seeing something he isn’t.

Frank huffs, amused. “Good?”

Nodding, you glance back up at him, begging him with your eyes to do something. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips, entertaining him further.

“What?” he coos. “I can’t do anything unless you take your pants off for me.”

The way he says it—“for me”—makes your stomach flip, turning your head away with a shy grin. He laughs again softly, unusually nervous and flattered by you. This is such a change of pace for him.

“Oh yeah,” is all you can come up with, fighting the embarrassed smile that threatens to surface.

It’s heartwarming to Frank, who tries to not to laugh out of strange endearment. You’re so sweet; it’s hard not to smile when he sees you.

“‘S alright,” he assures you, watching as you slide your pajama pants off, already soaking through your underwear.

It hugs your hips, snug to your skin, plush thighs clamped together as if the cotton isn’t covering enough. More full body scans and staring contests, taking in the sight of each other, aching and vulnerable. He watches you when he pries your legs apart, searching for hints of hesitation. Instead, you ease up slightly, moving with him as his eyes flutter shut.

Frank just needs to… compose himself.

“Can I?” he murmurs, swallowing hard as he realizes just how turned on you are.

His fingers trace up the fabric, damp and thin, causing your hips to roll against him. His pointers hook around your waistband, waiting expectantly. You nod at him, not trusting your tongue as you catch it between your teeth. For the life of him, Frank can’t figure out why his heart pounds in his chest as he undresses you. The sound of clothing hitting the floor rings in his ears and the sight of you, needy and glistening, burns into his head. Cold air prickles your skin, and your legs instinctively attempt to draw shut, stopped short by Frank’s warm grasp.

He squeezes your thighs gently, palms caressing the rising goosebumps. “I’ve got you.”

Almost apprehensive, his fingers trail up your thighs, two fingers delicately spreading you open. You’re focused on him, studying the way his hair falls in his eyes, lips slightly parted in awe and arousal. His eyes flit up to you for a moment, and he pulls away to lay on his side. Usually, he didn’t get this intimate, rarely building up to the moment. But you, you’re so lovely to him. So gentle, looking at him the way you do. And maybe he’s acting like this because he’s still wrapping his head around the idea of sleeping with Gerard and Mikey’s younger sister. Maybe it’s because if he does it at all, he wants to do it right. Frank’s not treating you like any other girl—he thinks he at least owes them that much.

He’s leaning closer to you, fingers tenderly splitting your lips. “Open?”

His tone is so soft, proof that he’s melting with passing time as it becomes more real. Your lips part, still flush with color, tongue lolling out and enveloping him warmth.

Oh, he’s so fucked.

He can almost feel your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip and taking him until your throat threatens to constrict… those pleading eyes that you’re giving him now, begging for him to cum down your throat. The scene plays in his head like a feature film, leaving him insatiably hot as his fingers replace his lips. He kisses you with so much carnality, hot and demanding, as if it’ll satisfy the aching lust that coils hot around his insides. It’s just what you wanted, is it not? The rough passion that has you teetering on the point of breakage, so ruthless that he fears it might shatter you?

It’s all that you wanted, all that you craved. His desperate kisses, biting and intense, slick fingers working their way between your legs. Frank hikes one of them up, limbs tangling and leaving you splayed open for him. It’s a whirlwind of sensation, the way his lips slot messily with yours, broken by gasps as his fingers dip inside of you. One and then two, coated in arousal, leaving Frank hot in the face as he works you open. You’re cradling his face, so gentle in your hands, his spare hand still holding you apart.

When you start to moan against him, arching and reeling, nearly bucking into his hand in an eager search for more, he manages to pull away. Not too far, just a few inches, enough to look down at you and memorize your expression. Knitted eyebrows and blown pupils, mouth agape, escaping stuttered breaths. It’s the deeper strokes that really get you, his fingers curling far enough to touch you just right. He can tell from the way you clench around them, squirming, moaning, and sinking into his mattress.

“Damn,” he mutters, mildly fascinated. “When was the last time you did this?”

Speaking is a challenge, biting your lip to fight the sounds spilling from them. Your thumb caresses the apples of his cheeks, inhaling shakily and shrugging. “A while ago.”

The explanation satisfies him enough, pulling out his arousal-coated fingers to circle your clit. It’s instantaneous, the sound ripped from your throat, sending Frank’s hand flying from thigh to your mouth.

“Easy,” he soothes, planting kisses on your shoulder. “You’re okay.”

He nearly melts as your hands rest on his, over your mouth and his circling fingers. If only you didn’t have to be so quiet, and he could hear every little noise you’re making. The only thing he can hear is himself, talking you through your rising orgasm.

“You’re doing so good,” Frank tells you, working you closer to the edge. “Can you cum like this?”

The words are a blur of syllables and sounds, spinning around your head until you manage a rapid nod. There’s so much adrenaline in your veins, arousal coating your thighs as he speeds up. Your shaking legs try to close around him, muscles winding tight, but he doesn’t let up.

“Keep them open for me.”

He’s so determined, eyes flicking between your expression and his fingers while yours screw shut. Crashing down hard, the orgasm tears through you in waves of bliss and intensity. It’s so much , and you sob into Frank’s hand as he watches, mesmerized by the scene before him. God, he was gonna break you by the end of this.

Hands retracting, he lets you pant in the silence, licking his fingers clean of you. Everything he does is so foreign to you, so thoughtful and experienced, yet he’s so casual about it. Second-nature and rhythmic, his crooking fingers and fervorous kisses, skilled and subconscious as if they weren’t flipping your world on its side.

“You still wanna..?” Frank proposes with sincerity, voice trailing off like it’s a sin to swear in front of you.

It sure felt like it right now, after you managed to make an orgasm look pure. The delicacy you exude makes him feel more like some trashy, piece of shit stoner, with his greasy hair and inked up skin. Opposites really do attract. In fact, it’s everything you can’t do that draws you in further. Your parents would kill you if you got a tattoo, playing perfect so your brothers could get their lives in order. But Frank? He’s so careless, so free. It feels good to get a taste of that for once.

Once you’ve gathered your thoughts, you nod at him, breathing beginning to stabilize. “‘Course, Frankie.”

The nickname makes him smile. You’re really the only person who calls him that other than his mother. It makes him feel good. Good like you.

“That was a good one, huh?” he asks smugly, eyebrows raised.

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him, lips quirking up in amusement. “Yeah, it really was.”

He lets your hand slide down his chest, running along his tattoos until you’re palming him over his boxers. Your touch is light, cupping him over the fabric and brushing against him in soft strokes. The look in your eyes almost has him shying away; they’re so loving over something as simple as his dick. You’re waiting for him to undress, too nervous to do it yourself, giving him that same pout again.

Frank fails to hide his amusement. “What’s the rush?”

Frown deepening, you tilt your head to the side, tracing his outline with featherlight fingertips. “I wanna feel you inside me again.”

He lets out a breath, head lolling back towards the ceiling. How can you be so casual, eyes never leaving the bulge in his boxers before hitting him with the most melodic words he’s ever heard? He runs a hand through his hair and drops his head back to you, watching your face as he tugs the waistband down. His cock springs out less than a foot from you, and it all feels like a dream. A really filthy one, but not unlike others you’ve had before.

Frank just kneels there, shuffling his boxers off while your hand wraps carefully around him as though he’s made of glass. It’s sweet to him, to be treated with so much care. He lets you have your moment of gentle pumping and memorization, Frank moaning breathily as your palm swipes over the head. No one else has ever held him like this, touched him like he‘s some mythical being. He’s Frank—weed-smoking, college dropout, gas station Frank. And you’re you. Dean’s List and John Denver, Gerard and Mikey’s straight-laced little sister. He just can’t get that last part out of his head.

But you’re bleeding affection, and for a moment he can tell himself that you’re old enough to make your own decisions. Maybe not old enough for him, but your brothers certainly can’t tell you off for this. Just Frank—and that’s only if they find out.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, a cautionary sign that he’s ready to move on. There’s a faint ache where your hand once was, missing your touch as he repositions you on the bed. You feel small as he kneels between your legs, still seeing Frank as so much older and cooler than you. It’s hard to believe that you’re here at all.

You don’t feel out of place though, not as he’s leaning over you to grab a condom from his nightstand and tearing it open with his teeth. Oddly enough, it feels kinda perfect. Both of you need something different for once.

Things don’t feel as wrong when he’s lifting your hips and aligning himself, sinking in and letting the pleasure course through him. It could be because you’ve wanted this so bad, for so long, but it’s the closest you’ve ever felt to anyone. The splitting feeling and sudden fullness muddy your brain, body overcome with the sensation of it all. You can only lay there starry-eyed, fingers wrapped around his biceps while he thrusts into you.

“Always wanted this,” you blurt out, moaning as his strokes grow deeper. “For you to do whatever you want to me.”

He groans, your words injecting straight into his bloodstream. You have no idea what you’re doing to him, speaking mindlessly and it’s driving him crazy.

“How long?” he asks again, still curious from earlier.

This wasn’t spontaneous for you, and he knew that. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder when it all started. Had you come home from Christmas Break and spotted him on the couch, imagination coloring scenes like this? Or was it this summer, Frank smoking with your brothers in the backyard, gathered around a makeshift fire pit? Somehow, it’s wilder than he thought possible.

Blurring the lines of filter and regret, you tell him the truth. “Fourth of July, last year.”

Jesus, you were just a baby then. The confession makes him feel a bit guilty, questioning just how he got here. That was the first night he had met you, still vaguely remembering the way you nervously introduced yourself. Your little wave, his causal nod. Gerard ruffling your hair and Mikey mentioning that there were only “two more months” until you leave the nest. Frank is sure that you remember it all, though.

The part of him that doesn’t feel like a piece of shit is flattered, truly. He tries to channel that, looking down and seeing a girl that wanted him–and she’s beautiful. Your hands are running down his chest, lips perpetually parted, scratching lightly over his tattoos. Once he’s out of his head, he can fall into the feeling of warmth and depth that wraps around him. It’s all encompassing and he’s hungry for more, slowing for a moment to readjust.

Frank lifts your legs up, your ankles on his shoulders, his hands on your waist. “Let me know if this hurts.”

You just nod, sucking in a breath as he slams into you, hard and deep. This is different from before, a desperate search for release in a way you’d never seen. His pace after that is ruthless, face beautifully contorted as he tries to stay quiet. You’re failing at that, and his hand is over your mouth again, almost sympathetically. Not that you didn’t like it though, even more turned on by the power he holds. Naturally, he can tell, and it propels him faster and harder. How much could you really take?

He knows he’s rougher than you’re used to, that every snap adds a twist of pain, but you’re addicted to it. The overachiever in you is satisfied, thriving, knowing that you’re being perfect for him. That’s all you ever wanted, really. Frank can’t understand it though, mind boggled that you’re so placid when you sob into his hand, rewetting his cock every time he pulls out. And you never tell him to stop, even when he starts to worry that he’s actually fried your brain and he’s fucked you catatonic.

“Keep going?” he asks, almost concerned.

His hand barely lifts from your mouth, just long enough for you to answer. “Please don’t stop.”

God, this felt so wrong, but who was Frank to deny you? You’re so polite, and the whine in your voice is making him go insane. It’s the same, brutal tempo until the tightness forms again, muscles clamping down. Frank is crazy for this, throwing caution to the wind as he dips his thumb past your lips and pulls his hand away. Then it’s thumb to clit, with no warning other than, “Need you to be quiet for me, baby.”

Fat chance, you think, but try nonetheless to suppress the mewls caught in your throat. The world is constricting, skin too hot and muscles too tight, twitching as your legs quiver above you. It’s peak stimulation and bliss, washing over you as you constrict around him, Frank nearly falling apart at the feeling. He doesn’t dare stop though, still working you through it, thumb teasing and voice filling the air.

“Atta girl,” he muses, letting your legs down and leaning in, chest to chest.

Disheveled, you blink up at him bleary-eyed. “Don’t stop yet,” you whine, pouty-lipped. “I want you to cum.”

He breathes a laugh, nestling himself inside you for a moment to let you cool down. “I will, don’t worry.”

Frank just… needs a moment. To take it all in, to let you breathe.

Before he starts, he kisses you again and your hands find their way back into his hair. It’s soothing, after how rough he had been, and Frank needs a second to collect himself anyway. This is too intimate to be less than treacherous, and you know that. You’d let him break your heart a million times over if it meant having him for tonight.

“Ready?” he whispers, pulling away.

Your hands fall to his shoulders, still delirious as you gaze up at him. Softly, you smooth your hands over his skin, nodding. “Yeah.”

The sweet, tight-lipped smile that you give him burns into his memory as he starts to move. You smile with your eyes, all excited and squinty, and it’s so angelic to him. You’re angelic, lashes fluttering shut as he thrusts, deep and steady. Those soft, swollen lips that had kissed him so tenderly, loose with hushed moans. Frank’s not used to anything this sensual, so it surprises him when words drip from his mouth like honey.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Maybe it’s because they come from the heart, eyes swimming with conviction. They meet yours, heavy lids lifting, so full of emotion. There’s that smile again, flashing across your face for a brief moment. Girls aren’t usually flustered when he sweet-talks them, but you’re different. He means it with you, and you can tell.

Your legs wrap around his waist when he’s about to cum, and he’s locked down as he nestles himself inside of you for the last time. Every sound he makes has your stomach doing somersaults, running your fingers through his hair when his forehead meets yours. He’s panting, eyes closed and forehead perspiring. The room is so quiet now, filled only with faint kisses and quiet whispers, the air thick with the smell of sex.

Frank’s not sure what to do after he’s pulled out, condom tied up in the trash. He’s not sure if you two should go back downstairs, if he can pretend like this never happened. Too many questions beg to be answered—what this means for you, what it means for him. He’s reckless and noncommittal, and you’re a glimpse of the good life. He’s the doobie codependent, and you’re all the pills he never took.

Frank forces down the fear of dragging you down with him. Instead, he embraces the possibility that you’re what he needs, because for the first time in forever, it didn’t take a joint to feel this good.

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zapsproblems · 30 days ago

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also yall i finally played through mouthwashing a couple days ago and although i didn’t love the gameplay tbh im now emotionally attached to the characters and the story TTT

#earlier today i did a closet cosplay of anya for funsies #i already lowkey look like her so it was pretty much just eyeshadow and contour

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zapsproblems · 30 days ago

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tw: dddne, sh, drug use, nsfw, i can’t stop thinking about this i just need to get it out of my head

helping each other engage in self destructive behaviours… taking turns slowly slitting each others wrists in between intimate kisses… putting brightly coloured pills under each others tongue before moving down to put your tongue on something else…

#i’m going insane #mcr smut #mcr x reader #gerard way smut #gerard way x reader #i wrote this in between overwatch deaths #i am not good at overwatch

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zapsproblems · 1 month ago

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Weirdo (!basement era Gerard Way x reader !fem)

warnings/triggers: Gagging, Oral sex (male receiving), Exaggerated writing, Degrading, Swallowing, Just overall filth and when I say filth I mean it- this is disgusting.

word count: 2066

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

You never would have thought about Gerard if it weren't for Mikey, not too long ago, a few days before, Mikey asked you to come and hang out with him since y'all were best friends. But he forgot to mention that he's actually busy and not home. He didn't even text you or anything, so as you normally would have, you knocked on the Way house's door three times and waited for Mikey to open the door; but to your surprise it was Gerard that opened the door. Mikey's weirdo older brother who lived in the basement room underneath the house.

He was a freak, you never saw him, he was always in that basement doing God knows what, you only saw him when he was making coffee in the kitchen while you and Mikey gossiped; and not even that was a pleasant encounter.

"So? Where's Mikey? We were supposed to hang out today..." You asked Gerard, standing in the doorway.

"He- He's busy today, he went to grab something from the store but, um he also said that he needed to do some business..." Gerard scratched the back of his head awkwardly and stepped aside from the door. "If you um- wanna spend the time uh, until he's back, I got some new comics, if you'd uhm want to- take a look at them." He avoids eye contact and for a second you thought he almost looks cute, if it weren't for his stink.

Either way, you step inside the already familiar house and put your bag on a chair nearby, then you turn back to him.

"I mean- sure. I already walked this far why not. I'm not really a comic fan but, some of them are cool." You tried your best to sound interested even though you weren't, Gee was the last person on Earth you would want to be stuck with. However you didn't wanted to walk back to your house, so you figured that you'll stay some time and then go home, Mikey will be hearing about this later.

"They're in my room- You can uh come check them out in there." He gestures vaguely towards the basement door and stairs, and you catch a small blush on his cheeks. You can't help but frown a bit at that, you never liked him and he's a nerd, but as long as there is nothing else to do you guess it'll be fine.

"Okay? I guess- you lead the way." You let Gerard go back into the basement, and you're a few stairs behind him when the stench hits you. It's a mix between body odor, cigarettes and junk food. You try your best to hide the small gag, your body reacted to this monstrosity but you have to keep it at bay. 'It will be okay, I'll just have to bear it for some time, until I have enough courage to walk back home. It will be fine-' Your thoughts keep you occupied for some peaceful seconds as you finally arrived to the man cave that is.

"Sorry for the mess- I wasn't expecting uhm, visitors. They are somewhere here- I just got them yesterday; one of the new editions." He walks to a table that's full of empty but dirty dishes and papers, comics, magazines. While he's searching for the comic, you dare take a look around the room. It had a worn-out couch and an old television with a console and some games, there was Final Fantasy X-2 and some other RPG games you never heard of.

There are action figures almost everywhere and posters lined the walls, a real nerd's wet dream is this room.

"Look, if you can't find them in this mess I don't blame you- I'm sure we can pass time in other ways. How about we play something? Do you know truth or dare?" He looked up from where he was, still searching for the comics, he seriously looked pathetic. His hair greasy and disheveled, his clothes messy with some darker spots of who knows what. He straightened himself and leaned back against the table trying to look cool, you almost huffed a laugh at the poor attempt of trying to look cool.

"Yeah, I know how to play it. I only played it once though- and that wasn't the very best either; but if you want to, then I guess uh, it's fine." The awkwardness of him makes this very entertaining to watch and you can't help but smile just a tiny bit at his pathetic try to win you over. So you figured why not make this interesting.

"Okay, I'll let you go first. I choose truth." You take a seat at the worn-out couch and wait for Gerard to come up with a question. He walks over to the couch and takes place opposite you with a fair distance between the two of you.

"What's your favorite comic? If you have one-" Now at that, you couldn't hold it in anymore so you chuckled and thought about it. He is so innocent yet very weird and disgusting you can't really compare to anyone or anything.

"I only read a few comics, but I'll say the OG Batman comics. My turn, truth or dare?" You have a sick plan, that if your calculations guessed correctly Gerard will like. You sit up on the couch, hugging your legs.

He takes a few moments to think about what he'll choose, "Truth." his eyes lock with yours as you contemplate what to ask.

"Have you ever been blown off?" You smirk satisfactory taking over you at the blunt question. You can see his surprise at your straightforwardness, a blush creeping up to his cheeks and ears, he even looks away in what seems like embarrassment.

"I- I haven't. No-" He still doesn't meet your gaze, but you're sure he can feel your eyes bore a hole through him as he confesses. "W- Why?" He softly turns back to you and looks at you with such a shyness you've never seen. You can't help but think about giving him one just out of pity, and you might actually just do that.

You snuggle closer to him on the couch, only so much though. He seems to notice your slight movement and he looks away.

"You wanna know how it feels like, don't you?" You ask in a teasing tone and with that smirk on your face he knows all too well why you're aksing this.

"Um- I, uh guess- um ye- yeah..." The blush he has is getting out of control and it just makes you move a tad bit closer again, like a predator, slowly approaching her prey. You don't even care about how disgusting he is but get turned on by his lack of hygiene. You knew that this was sick, that you shouldn't like this, that he's a weirdo, a freak. Yet you couldn't keep those naughty thoughts away locked in that dark place in your mind; they were escaping with every milisecond that passed.

"I'm bored of the truth or dare-" You moved closer again, "I want to play something else, or well- with something." you bit down on your lip, and found yourself next to him, he's siting sideways facing you, and you can see his bulge underneath the sweatpants.

"Wha- What are you doing?" You place a hand on his chest, pushing at him softly so he'll lean back into the couch. You just shake your head softly. He closes his eyes, probably just this soft touch is too much for him, your other hand trails to his waistband and you link two fingers in, just teaing him.

"Shhh- lean back and enjoy, I know you'll love it you weirdo." You whisper in his ear then plant a soft wet kiss under his ear. His skin tastes like sweat and bitter, he most likely haven't showered in a few days. The soft noises he does makes you smile, and it's cute how he grabbed a pillow to cover himself with, but you pull at his waistband as the one hand on his chest goes to grab his and pull it away with the pillow.

"Don't cover yourself you freak- Let me send you to heaven." You look back at him, somehow with lust, it seems impossible that you're really about to do this, however the idea of you giving this nasty freak his first blow job makes your skin all tingly. He complies and even though his eyes are closed he doesn't stop you from getting off the couch to kneel before him.

"Open your eyes Gerard, look at me..." You pull down his sweatpants in one smooth move and his boxer is now revealed to you, his hardened dick poking at the fabric, it looks painful so you remove it for him springing his dick free. He's not small but not huge either, just about the middle, average size.

"Ohm my- God!" He mutters under a breath when he opens his eyes, you lock gazes and you lick your lips before running a single finger along his size, he shivers under the soft touch with the smallest moan.

"You're so disgusting, you know that? You don't even deserve this-" You curl a hand around him and stroke him softly, some pre-cum already drooling down from him. "You're such a creep- you like it when someone degrades you, hm?" You continue to stroke him softly and he buckles his hips to create more fraction.

He can't form words so he just nods and leans his head back, letting out a long moan. You take that as invitation and so you put a hand on his thigh for balance then you lick up his dick. He tastes horrible, straight up disgusting and it makes you drool. With soft kisses you trail up his cock and when you reach the top, you take him in your mouth your tongue darting out to slide against his sensitive skin. You almost gag at the even worse taste and you can't help but whimper against his dick. It's like the more disgusting he is the more you enjoy, which is weird but also hot.

His hand sneaks into my hair, and you can feel the hesitation in his touch, but at last he grabbes your head by your hair and guides you to take him deeper. You look up at him as you deep-throat him, you gag around him but not because of his size, it's the taste that makes you gag yet it makes you moan at the same time.

"Ugh~ I- I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum-" Gerard stutters out between moans and you can feel his dick pump in your mouth, so you slurp against him and lick around his cock plus adding a bit of teeth it makes the magic happen and he cums into your mouth. The cum tastes even worse, bitter and way more sticky then it should be, but you swallow, you swallow every single drop of his semen. With a loud pop you take him out of your mouth and clean up around your jaw, you swipe of the excess saliva with your T-shirt. Then after a big sigh you smile up to him.

"How was it? How was it to see the popular girl kneeling before you? With your dick in her mouth, hm? How was it to see your little brother's best friend lick you like a lollipop? Did you enjoy it? I know you did you nasty pig- You were moaning like a little bitch, it was cute." You stand from the floor as he tucks himself back into his boxer then his pants.

"It... It was amazing-" He looks away, seems like the awkwardness never left and he's back to his abnormal gross weirdo self. "I- uhm, thanks." He scratches the back of his head then looks back at you, you're still standing in front of him.

"Y'know, your cum tastes really bad- you should totally check it out or something, this is definetly not healthy, let it be from anything... Either way, I loved it-" With a soft turn you go to the stairs that lead to the house and you look back at him. "And don't thank me, loser. You're still really gross and I don't like you. If you DARE to tell this to anybody- I'll rip your head off." And so you left the basement, texted Mikey you're not going to wait for him and walked back home.

#UGH I LOVE GROSS LOSER INNOCENT MEN SO MUCH #especially if they’re gee <3 #this was so good omfg #my compliments to the chef

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zapsproblems · 2 months ago

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to the lovelies in my inbox i see yall and yall have some DELICIOUS ideas i will be brainstorming

#happy valentine’s day babes

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IM SO HAPPY SOMEONES WRITING FOR GERARD AGAIN OMFG

THERES NEVER ANY NEW BASEMENT GERARD FICS IM SO HAPPY UR WRITING IS JUST MWAH

OFC theres a criminal lack of action in the gerard x reader community I couldn't sit back and watch it happen

i'm glad you like it i was worried since i havent written in a hot moment :3 love you

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zapsproblems · 2 months ago

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i will take up ur honourary tagging!!! 🫶

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag mutuals to do the same.

it boy — bbno$ (💀)

house of wolves — mcr

bonfire — childish gambino

RICHMAN — 3oh!3

yeah boy and doll face — pierce the veil

caraphernelia — pierce the veil

helena — mcr

the bomb dot com v2.0 - sleeping with sirens (best song ever go listen to it rn)

chemical kids and mechanical brides — pierce the veil

this is how i disappear - mcr

wow ok i’m rly living up to my status as a top 0.5% pierce the veil listener last year 💀

if u want to do this but you also have no tumblr friends like me pretend i tagged you mwah

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag mutuals to do the same. Tagged By: @sashiavi TYSM ML

What you like - Logic1000

Runaway - Mars Argo

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

All 9 Lives - Matt Maltese

My only gun god - Boolus

I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters

Light Of Love - Florence And The Machine

Getting Older - Billie Eilish

Hard Feelings / Loveless - Lorde

Itte (English & acoustic ver) - JubyPhonic

bro all of my music is so sad and dramatic, and there's NO KPOP? tbh, most of the time i'm listening to playlists on youtube rather than individual tracks, but alas.

if you wanna do it, say that i tagged you.

#tbh go listen to ALL of these songs #plus foundations of decay by mcr #that’s been a staple in my life recently

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zapsproblems · 2 months ago

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another drabble abt (basement?) gerard bc i’m going crazy

can prob be read as any gee era but it’s giving basement ngl

cw: DDDNE (incest), pervrard, panty stealing + sniffing, masturbation (m), barely edited

nsfw under cut

It started off innocent enough. Your extended family (who didn’t particularly approve of your older brother’s smoking habits) was over for dinner, so Gerard was forced to hole himself in the bathroom in order to get his fix, blowing the smoke into the air vent on the ceiling. Dinner has now ended though, and the other members of your family had finally left not long ago.

Gerard could breathe a sigh of relief. That breath though, he thinks, would be even more relieving if there were a lit roll of tobacco in between his lips. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize until too late that he had left his pack of cigarettes on the sink counter.

Heading for the bathroom to gather what he needed, Gerard huffs out in annoyance as he hears a handle followed by a rush of water. Of course you had to get into the shower right at this moment. He could’ve sworn you did this shit on purpose sometimes just to annoy him. There’s no way you didn’t see his stuff in there!

Being your brother, Gerard knows that you tend to take long… long showers most of the time. And god knows that Gerard couldn’t wait that long for his hit of nicotine. The sink was fairly close to the bathroom door though, and he bets that if he reached through the door, his arm would be long enough to reach his precious stash. However, after a few moments of pathetically flailing around blindly behind the door, Gerard realizes he must have overestimated his flexibility.

“Fuck.” He sighs under his breath. It couldn’t hurt to pop in really quick just to grab his pack, right? You’re family after all! It’ll just be a second!

So he does just that.

Gerard swings the door open, fully expecting you to start berating him immediately from behind the frosted curtains. But, you must’ve not noticed him or heard him entering from under the crashing water. Gerard on the other hand, certainly noticed your cute black thong laying oh so prettily right on top of his cigarette pack.

“Fuck.” He repeats quietly, but this time with a different tone in his voice. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that! That’s gross!

But there’s something about the thought of you wearing nothing but those pretty panties… ass on display with the black fabric framing your cheeks… snapping the waistband against the delicate skin of your hips… fuck, those hips. Gerard can vaguely see the shape of your naked body through the frosted shower curtains and each foggy suggestion of a curve has his mind running a million miles an hour.

He shakes his head quickly, almost in an attempt to shake the lust-filled thoughts about his sister out of his brain. But it clearly doesn’t work, as when he grabs his pack of cigarettes from the counter, Gerard finds himself pocketing your thong as well.

Those little thoughts of his were certainly a slippery slope because not much later, Gerard then finds himself back in his room, pulling out that poor-excuse-for-underwear back out of his pocket and pulling the fabric towards his face. Blue jeans have been shoved haphazardly down his legs and his fingers were wrapped around his pretty cock. Gerard’s mouth falls open into a soft but silent moan as he drags his flexed hand from his heavy balls to his flushed tip, wishing and even begging for his cute little sister to replace his tired palm.

brb gonna go jack it

#zap⚡️ is typing...#dddne #gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #mcr x reader #mcr smut #i need big bro gee so bad :(

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zapsproblems · 2 months ago

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more gerard way smut PLEASEEE PRETTY PLEASE

it’s in the works don’t worry 😙😙

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zapsproblems · 3 months ago

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this is so delicious 😫

Based on the asks above! (Give your thanks to @curlyhairkk !!)

Summary: You and Sebastian had been hanging out with each other for a while now, to the point he could confidently say that the both of you were good friends! But...you were also close with Alex, friends, despite it being clear to Sebastian that Alex wanted something...more. For the first time in a long time, Sebastian felt himself having romantic feelings towards someone, and he refused to let it slip through his fingers so easily.

Warning(s): Possessive!Sebastian (not yandere levels but just him being jealous), Alex being pushy (Sebastion comes and saves the farmer tho dw), Rough sex, Sebastion is taller than Alex, Sebastian likes hearing the reader beg a lil', Multiple orgasms (for the reader lol).

Side Note(s): I've never been the biggest vampire fan but Twilight (when I ignore Bella) is actually kinda good 😌 . Also sorry for this taking a minute to come out! Spring semester is hitting the ground running this year 🫠

He...was jealous, perhaps he didn't have the right to be so but he couldn't help himself.

Since you had arrived in the valley a little over a year ago, you and Sebastion had gotten closer and closer since the first time you two saw one another and began speaking. What was first simple small talk inside of his room, brief and awkward (mostly on account of him being shy), or a quick greeting or two when you'd pass one another in town. It now turned into fleeting touches that held a certain passion behind each movement, glances in each other's directions that spoke of wanting to do something other than simply talk.

It was driving Sebastian insane.

And what's more? He knew you felt the same, you delivered him so many gifts, talked to him for hours on end as if he were the most important thing in your world, and too many times did he almost hear you say that you loved him! He never thought he'd witness a day where he was practically begging on his knees to Yoba for someone to say one line but...here he was.

Sitting near the edge of the lake on the side of his house, listening to you go on about your day and how your cows had just given birth to twins.

The process of what you had to do to make sure the calves were healthy sounded complicated, and quite frankly? He understood little of it but the passion in your voice and how intelligent you sounded was like music to his ears, a song that he could listen to over and over and over and over again so long as it meant that he could continue to look into your eyes while you looked into his.

Sebastian only felt comfortable around you.

Besides Abigail and Sam, you were the only one who understood him and didn't make him feel like an outcast, as if he were some weirdo with no aspirations besides living in his parent's basement—had your lips always looked so pretty? Unconsciously, he felt himself slowly leaning in closer and closer to you, placed under an unknown spell via the lure of your voice. Yet as you noticed Sebastian steadily leaning closer towards you, causing you to trail off from your conversation...the scent of his minty breath mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes began to make your mind spin as you felt yourself slowly losing yourself in the way his eyes looked at you—

"Y/N!" When you heard Alex's voice, you nearly jumped out of your skin before putting some distance between yourself and Sebastion.

Completely oblivious to the tension you and Sebastian shared a mere second ago, the jock crouched down a little ways behind you with a grin. "You promised you'd play some gridball with me! Don't tell me you've gotten cold feet now?" And just like that, the tension faded into the wind, leaving Sebastian on the sidelines witnessing the exchange as if Alex didn't even notice that he was there! He stuck his hands into his pocket, his eyes nearly shooting daggers at the oblivious jock while he called him every type of curse word imaginable in his head.

But, he remained patient, hoping and almost praying that you'd remember what the both of you were so close to doing a minute ago.

But it seemed that luck wasn't on his side today as you eventually looked back to him with a playful grin. "I did promise Alex..." You said playfully, pouting even though you didn't appear to be sad about the fact in the slightest before you looked back to Alex who was cheekily grinning behind. "I'll swing back to your house later!"

Sebastion could only silently nod despite mentally pleading for you to stay with him instead, the thought resting just on the tip of his tongue. But...the last thing he wanted to appear as was controlling or overly possessive of you. He respected your freedom, as someone who longed for it and wanted to do something different in the world, he knew how restrictive the feeling could get when you felt controlled. He didn't want the same thing for you so—he forced himself to watch you get up and walk away with Alex.

He glared at the jock's back with all the annoyance and fury he could currently muster up.

Especially when he saw Alex's hand come to rest on the small of your back.

. . .

Your gridball game with Alex had taken way longer than you originally expected it to. At first, the two of you were eager and excited to go to the beach before your stomach growled, thus leading Alex to convince you to come over to his house where Evelyn proceeded to make the best baked chicken you had ever had in your entire life!

Then you suddenly remembered that you needed to run a few errands, and Alex, like any friend, was more than happy to keep you company.

A little bit of fishing here, shopping at Pierre's shop there. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon by the time you and Alex had actually managed to get to the beach, and although the jock was more skilled than you at the sport, you had fun nonetheless and appreciated Alex for even thinking to consider you as a possible playing part when you've heard rumors here and there that Shane was a far better player.

However...now that Alex was walking you back to your house, the light-hearted conversation that lasted all day to day had trickled down into something calmer and quieter. For the entire time, it seemed, Alex looked at you as if he was about to say something before quickly rethinking things, although the two of you weren't extremely close, you thought you two were close enough to talk to one another and let each other know when something was bothering you both! It was driving you insane as you kept glancing at Alex from the corner of your eye, curious and trying to allow him as much time as he needed to get his words out until— "What's on your mind?" You blurted out.

Then, you two stopped a little ways from Sebastion's house actually.

All you needed was to take the shortcut up the stairs next to his house before you'd make a left down the forest alley to your farm.

"Are you and Sebastion together?" The question nearly made you choke on your own spit at how boldly the question came out before your eyes shot to Alex with a wide-eyed stare.

"W-What?" You gulped.

“Are you together?” Alex repeated, a little louder and clearer this time. Yet you still looked at him dumbfounded, you respected the friendship the two of you had, although Alex was indeed handsome, your brain refused for you to see him as anything more than a sibling! But as you continued to remain silent, Alex tensed his jaw before huffing. “I’m not hearing a ‘no’.”

“We’re not together but—“

He clicked his tongue, looking off to the side for a moment before looking back at you. “Don’t tell me you actually like that loser? The entire town thinks he’s a shut-in!”

You shot a glare at him. “That’s not true!” You said. “He’s sweet, sweeter than you’re being right now Alex. I like our friendship, don’t ruin it.”

Suddenly, just as Alex shot a glare at you and dared to take a step towards you, his hand extending in a bid to grab your arm. Robin’s front door swung open before Sebastian came rushing out. And the chaos that ensued afterward was something you *didn’t* want, Sebastian shoving himself into Alex like a raging bull before tucking you behind him with an arm just as the two men proceeded to get into a shouting match.

Alex being annoyingly pushy a few moments ago aside, you didn’t want to see him hurt for Yoba’s sake!

“Sebastian stop it!” You shouted as you tried to separate the two men.

When he felt your hand wrap around his forearm, the recluse briefly calmed down, just long enough for you to forcefully put some distance between him and Alex. “You stay away from her.”

Alex scoffed. “The fuck is this?” He looked to you. “Tell this freak that the two of you aren’t together before I shove his ass to the ground.”

"I'd like to see you try," Sebastian retorted, the edge of his lip curling up into a snarl. Before he could take another step closer to Alex however, you quickly smacked his arm in an attempt to call back his attention. You hadn't even given Alex an official answer about your feelings about Sebastian, only because...you weren't ready for the possibility that he may not have liked you. But if saying it would make the two men go their separate ways and avoid fighting one another...so be it.

"Stop it!" You shouted before you squeezed between the two, pressing your back against Sebastian's front as you outstretched your arms. "I like Sebastion, okay?!" You finally shouted.

It was as if the world had suddenly frozen in a split second.

The words 'I like Sebastian' replayed in the recluse's head like a broken record. The feeling of your warmth against him as you protected him made his cheeks warm and...it was as if he were suddenly placed in the middle of a dream, all he had ever wanted was to hear those words from you...that you shared the same feelings towards him.

But it was all too easy for his brain to immediately spoil the moment for himself.

Did it really take you hanging out with Alex for you to recognize that you liked him— "I like you more." Alex insisted with a stubborn huff.

The jock's words snapped him from his trance before he immediately placed a hand on your shoulder to gently but firmly move you behind him. "She likes me." Sebastian practically growled out his words. "Sebastion—" "Fuck off," He practically spat out his final words to Alex before his gaze settled back onto you and he firmly grabbed your arm to pull you along with him. But...not toward his house like you had expected but up the small steps next to his home before he made a sharp left.

He was taking the path to your home.

. . .

Everything was a mere blur with the speed Sebastian was dragging you along to your house, your heart thrumming against your ribcage while your cheeks felt like they were literally on fire. Each attempt to try and understand why Sebastian was dragging you along to your house was only met with silence and when you would get a response, it was either a grunt or him looking at you with a tint of red on his cheeks!

You were utterly confused but...the possessive nature your otherwise quiet friend was showing, you couldn't deny the way it made your core throb ever so slightly.

A feeling that grew when you both had finally reached your home, your front door practically slamming closed before you found your back against the wall and Sebastian caging you in with your eyes with an almost hungry look in his eyes, one that brimmed with...nervousness? Just underneath the surface. "Do...do you really like me?" He panted out, your eyes widening for only a second before you shyly nodded your head.

And as your cheeks further tinted red from embarrassment, Sebastian feared he'd pass out with how frequently his heart was skipping beats at how cute your expression was. He had been waiting for you to say that you had liked him ever since the two of you had become close, close to where...he preferred hanging out with you over Sam and Abigail sometimes. "Tell me you like me," Your thighs clenched once again at how Sebastian's voice sounded as if he were pleading with you to say that you liked him unless he would die. "Please...I need to hear it with your voice."

Like earlier, your faces steadily began to inch closer and closer to each other's.

Yet, there was no outside force to stop you two as your arms came to loop around Sebastian's neck, further pulling him closer. "I like you," You whispered against his lips. And the groan Sebastian let out when he crashed his lips against your own was downright sinful as his arms wrapped around your waist to squeeze you against his front. Everything about you drew him absolutely nuts, from how soft your body felt against his own, your curves and warmth making his cock twitch against the front of his jeans while the faint scent of your shampoo entering his nostrils made his head spin. The sound of your soft moans against his lips, how your arms pulled him even tighter against your lips as if you couldn't get enough of him...he'd been waiting so long for this.

Then, his finger came to shakily tug at the shorts you wore, from excitement or nervousness, however...he wasn't quite sure. "M-May I?" He asked, a string of spit still connecting the both of you as he parted from you to ask for permission. The second you nodded your head, he only looked behind himself briefly for your couch before his lips crashed against your own once more, carefully walking backward to your sofa before he fell back onto the plush cushions, dragging you to sit in his lap before he started to pepper kisses over an available region of skin he could find.

You gasped when you felt his hand suddenly begin to trail up underneath your shirt, Sebastian groaning at the feeling of your breasts before he pulled down your bra. Through his lashes, he looked up at you again for your consent, and again...you couldn't nod your head fast enough before his hands were tugging up your shirt and his eyes widened at the sight of your pretty breasts. "So pretty..." He whispered, placing a chaste kiss in between your tits before his tongue darted out to trail a line over to one of them before latching on. Your sex throbbed at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around the nipple, unconsciously beginning to grind against his thigh much to his amusement as he looked up at you again with a smirk.

"S-Sebastian..." You moaned, taking one of his hands and trying to lead it to your throbbing core. "Please—"

He huffed as he gently took his hand back from your own. "You were going to show off this pretty body for him?" He mumbled against your nipple, placing one more wet kiss against it before he moved over to the other one to give it some attention.

"W-What? No—"

"Then how come you left me so quickly to be with him?" Before you could have a moment to defend yourself, a moan interrupted you when Sebastion latched onto your chest once more, wrapping an arm around you to pull you even closer to him as he felt his cock strain against his jeans.

It was a petty thing to be jealous over, especially seeing as he currently had you writhing on his lap while he sucked on your tits. But, the sheer idea of Alex being able to hear your moans...see your body, and touch it...it pissed him off more than he could ever imagine! "I-I never wanted to do these things with Alex!" You managed to say amongst your moans as you grinded your clothed pussy even harder against Sebastian's thigh. "Only—Only you..."

He moaned at your confession. "Really?" He moaned, his cheeks flushed red as he pulled himself away from your chest to look at you. The way you used his thigh for your own pleasure was hypnotizing, your eyes fluttering open and close as desperate pants escaped your lips as if you were a bitch in heat. Yet, as much as he'd like to see you use him to cum...he wanted your first orgasm with him to be on his dick. "If you really wanted to do these things with me only..." He grabbed your thighs, forcing you to a stop much to your dismay. "...prove it other than using my thigh to get yourself off." He nearly drooled when he looked down to see the growing wet patch on your shorts, causing him to finally tug your shorts off before he was met with the sight of your gorgeous cunt.

It glistened with your slick, twitching underneath his gaze and seeming to leak your juices even more now that it was out in the open! As he used his thumbs to part your lips to get a better look at your hole, you then pulled at Sebastian's jeans. "You too..." You moaned.

Sebastian smirked at how needy you sounded before he pulled his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, his length slapping against his stomach and already dripping pre-cum. Your mouth dropped at his size, you hadn't expected it to be so— "Don't close your legs," Sebastion said before he pushed to keep your thighs open. "Relax," He smirked before he helped you lift yourself until your cunt was hovering over his cockhead, the radiating warmth from your pussy making his cock twitch as he already couldn't wait to feel your walls envelop his dick.

He felt as if it were Christmas day, too many times after hanging out with you, he'd have to rush home to his room before he'd jerk himself off with your name leaving his lips like a prayer. The only thing that'd rush through his mind is the imagination of you fucking yourself on his cock, or him fucking you to the point you could hardly remember your own name. It was maddening, but now? He could finally breathe a sigh of relief as he gently lowered you onto his cock. "S-Shit..." Sebastian cursed, causing you to throb and tighten up even more at the delicious sound of him enjoying your body. "Loosen up..." He then moaned. "I can barely—fuck."

"Too good for you to move?" You teased him gently, finding a sliver of your confidence at how his head fell onto the back of the couch. He tensed his jaw with a huff, he was supposed to be pleasuring and teasing you, not the other way around!

But as you tried to move your hips, Sebastian quickly interrupted your attempts with a sudden thrust up into your cunt. A sharp moan tore from your throat as your grip on Sebastian's shoulders tightened. Then, his hands swooped to knead and grab at your ass as his smirk grew. "So bold to tease me, if you can do that, you can certainly scream my name just as well, can't you?"

Ripping away your chance to answer, Sebastian suddenly brought you up before sinking you back down onto his cock, a sharp Ah! tearing from you as your toes quickly curled at the pleasure of Sebastian roughly fucking you. Your mind barely had time to keep up with the pleasure and how easily his cock rubbed against your sweet spots, the sensation of him kneading your ass and the slight bite of pain that came with it only elevating the pleasure as your eyes nearly grew into saucers at how fast you felt a knot begin to tighten in the pit of your stomach.

"W-Wait...!" You moaned, betraying your own words by clinging to Sebastian even further. "I-I...I can't—fuckkkk!" Suddenly, pleasure blasts from your every nerve as Sebastian fucked you hard and fast, your lungs heaving and grasping for every little bit of breath they could get as your orgasm suddenly washed from your body. The quickness in which you reached it making Sebastian pause in his thrusts for only a little in order to look at you in shock.

Before you could come down from your high although...he resumed his thrusts with a teasing chuckle. "So quickly Y/N?" He said. "Tch, bet Alex couldn't get you to cum that quickly huh?" He marveled at how lewd your expression was, at how loudly and shamelessly your cunt squelched from underneath you with each thrust of his cock.

"S-Sebby..." You moaned deliriously as he shallowing fucked you. "Why a-are you—Ah!" You gripped his hoodie tighter when he resumed his earlier pace of pulling you up and down his dick.

"I know you must be feeling sensitive after cumming..." He cooed mockingly, not the least bit ashamed of fucking you right after your climax. "But...whew...I just can't get enough of you moaning and clinging to me like that..." Despite your body trembling with pleasure, Sebastian picks up the pace even more as he bit his bottom lip as he was entranced with everything about you.

Especially the way your pussy clung to his dick as if it didn't want him to leave.

"S-Sebastion!" You cried out.

"Keep screamin' like that for me farmer...I want this whole valley to know that the local recluse is fucking into your squelching cunt~" You gasped at how his cock twitched inside of you.

"Y-You..." You tried to say. "So mean...!" You whined.

He smirked at your delirious words. "I'm being mean?" He chuckled before one of his hands left your ass to cup the back of your head, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. "Tell me to stop then..." He murmured against your lips. He was even so kind as to give you a moment of relief by suddenly stopping his thrusts, the sudden loss of pleasure nearly shocking your brain as you lazily opened your eyes.

"Why...why did you?"

Sebastian laughed. "I thought you wanted me to stop? I was being soooo mean after all." You pouted at his words, and when you attempted to move your hips, his hand only stopped you. "Beg me to keep going, farmer...tell me how good my cock is." To encourage you, he started to resume moving a little, yet compared to how he fucked you moments ago...it was barely enough.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at how your brain was screaming at you to say what he wanted you to say.

But, the knot that was just beginning to tighten again— the desire to reach that orgasmic high again was just too tempting. "K-Keep going...!" You begged.

Like flipping on a switch, Sebastian resumed his rough thrusts much to his delight as well as moans poured from his lips. "Your dick is so good! Fuck!" You whined against his ear, causing Sebastian to fuck up into you as he brought your hips down on his dick, somehow reaching even deeper inside of you. "Keep fucking me with your cock! P-Please...don't stop!" You continued to beg at the top of your lungs.

He nearly came at how the words 'Please, don't stop' left your lips.

He moaned. "S-Shit...keep saying that!" He said. "If it feels that good...keep saying 'don't stop'!"

"D-Don't stop...Ahhh...d-don't stop!" You gasped.

His cock throbbed inside of you with your wanton begging, your throbbing cunt encouraging his climax to come faster and faster until he suddenly stilled against you with a loud groan leaving his lips as hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, Sebastian's climax seeming to be never-ending as your orgasm only made his last even longer. "S-Sebastian..." You moaned sleepily, a tiny squeak of discomfort leaving you when Sebastian gently pulled you off his softening cock.

When you and him looked down to see the mess you had made on his pants, however...you hardly had the energy to be embarrassed whilst your newfound lover only smirked in sheer confidence. "I didn't know you were so messy Y/N~" He teased you before you quickly hid your face in his neck.

You mumbled something into his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist, enjoying the afterglows of your shared climaxes together. At least he could rest confidently now, knowing that you wouldn't be going to Alex anymore after this.

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zapsproblems · 3 months ago

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hey sorry if I ask a stupid question, but you also write fanfic for honkai impact 3 right? If so, is it possible to make a request? Are there any rules by any chance? (sorry if I'm doing something wrong but I've only been on tumbler for a short time, I'm not sure how it works, and how a request for a fanfic works, sorry also for the many questions)

all good!! yeah i’m down to write for hi3 especially since it feels like there’s such a lack of fan content for the game 😫 i don’t have a formal rules page but all i ask is that if you interact with me that you’re an adult (since i write dark content) i also won’t write for illegal age gaps

if you’re curious, ill write for these characters in hi3: flame chasers (NOT including griseo or hua)(ESPECIALLY including elysia lmao), mei, kiana, otto, dreamseeker, thelma, apho adam <3

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uuuummmmm basement gerard mmmm im eating this shit up, finally some good food

THANK U 🙏 there’s a dangerous lack of basement gee content im helping fill a gap in the market here 😋

#being part of the group that bullies him in school #and fuckin him on the dl #i’m thinking 🧠

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zapsproblems · 3 months ago

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basement gee THOUGHTS

just lemme ramble about this man

cw: piv, oral, praise, lil bit of exhibitionism at the end

nsfw under cut

basement gerard would love it the most when you ride him. he’s just so inexperienced and clueless that it’s best if you take the reigns. sure, he’s been through more than a couple porn magazines and amateur films on tapes that he “borrowed” but whatever he learned from that media is quickly thrown out the window when gerard has you on top of him with your tits bouncing in his shocked face :((

it’s for the same reason he tends to receive oral more so than give. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna eat you out!! he wants to make you feel good more than anything!!! gee is just… not great at giving oral. he’s so so so enthusiastic though! give him enough time to lap between your legs with your hands tangled in his greasy black hair, and he’ll eventually learn what makes you sing for him. but for now, you’re both content with mainly just having his cock between your lips. if he died with your wet tongue licking up and down his shaft he would die happy.

i just know he moans so fucking pretty too. the second gerard feels the warm wrap of your cunt around his cock he’s whining like a bitch in heat. his moans are almost like cries when you tease him just right. as much as his eyes wanna squeeze shut from the pleasure he forces his eyes back open so that he can admire your pretty body, all for him <3 gee praises every single part of you and more. mantras of near-worship of you fall from his lips, calling your name softly as you work your hips up and down his cute cock.

he does NOT care about being quiet either. you were always concerned about it since he lives with mikey and frequently shushed gerard with kisses during sex. until one day it dawned on you that maybe he wanted mikey to hear you two. even wanted him to catch you in the act…

#zap⚡️ is typing...#mcr x reader #mcr smut #gerard way x reader #basement gerard #basement gerard x reader #gerard way smut

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zapsproblems · 3 months ago

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Merry Late Christmas M'Loves! Thank you @birdielouwho for inviting me to this little Kinkmas Event~

Sebastian x Reader - Trapped in a Closet With Your 'Unrequited' Crush, Sebastian at a Holiday Party~

Warnings : Tipsy/drunk Sex, forced proximity, stuck in a closet, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, afab reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex ♡

Word Count - 8.6k

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Being locked up inside of a stuffy closet wasn't particularly on your list of goals for the night, and yet here you were, barely illuminated by the soft seam of light daring to leak through the cracks of the door. The night air outside was still young and in bloom, voices leaking through the gap under the door with cheers and Holiday joy. You hear the cork to a bottle burst with a pop, a voice shrieking a happy cry as foam inevitably froths over the bottle, spattering to the hardwood floor of the Saloon.

Your own breath feels as if it echoes around you, bouncing off of the built-in shelves lining the closet, hitting you back in the face with a ring paired in your ears. Your back digs into the sharp plastic faux leaves of a holiday wreath, pulled out in the chaos of decorations brought from the very back end of the space, spewing from boxes, unworthy decorations strewn on shelves and wood panel floors - It was a miracle you hadn't shattered a glass bauble under your feet.

You shuffle, knees feeling wobbled and numb, breath punching out from the depths of your lungs, layering the small space in a sickly sweet warmth, hot and humid as if you were trapped in a sauna. Your fingers twirl into thick and dark tendrils of hair, wound into curls with a tight squeeze of your fingers, flexing every time the hard metallic lap of a pierced tongue grazes hot over your clothed clit. Despite the freeze beyond the front door of the Community Centre, the air inside of the closet was thicker than creamy hot chocolate, heated by the dancing bodies of the townsfolk celebrating the late-night festivities. That, and the spiked eggnog you had nursed through the night, settling under your diaphragm and rising up, a flush that kissed your cheeks, skin already bitten sensitive by the cool air on your walk there. And of course the man between your legs had a helping hand with it too - Lengthy fingers grabbing around the soft squish of your thighs, thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. Sebastian’s hands were slender and elegant, decorated with glinting rings and cracked nail polish, said nails digging loving crescents into the supple soft of your skin.

He had you sighing, swallowing down milky-thick saliva, your eyes catching his own, dark brows furrowed in focus as his lips latched with a smush against your mound, a breath heavy and hot on your cunt.

Now how exactly did you end up here anyway?

You were with your usual gaggle of friends; Samson, Abigail and Sebastian, tucked away by the storage pantry, sat on crates and barrels filled to the brim with bits and bobs. You giggle airily at Sam and his usual antics, nursing your cup of eggnog while you shift on your makeshift box-seat, careful to avoid lodging a splinter in Yoba knows where. The vibe was cozy, wrapped in a glowy warm as you look between your friends, a buzz in your tummy leaving your head a little light, lips a tad looser than before.

There was something of a Holiday Party occurring - A new tradition since the Community Centre had been cleaned up, spacious for the entirety of the town to attend, freely mingling and dancing away with a few pocket groups chatting on the sidelines. The more “Adult-Adults” - The Parents of many young people of the Valley - Congregated by the fire, letting the flicking warmth absorb into their skin, soothed from the chilling bite of the outside with their own fire burning up in their guts, born out of the little treat of alcohol they sipped at. Others mingled elsewhere, spread across the varying rooms, even the children ran and played in the crafts room, welcomed now that festivities didn't have to take place in the depths of the Saloon or the frosty outside of the Town Square.

Your eyes land on Sebastian, propped up on his own crate, chin tilted up high enough to reach the crack of an open window, blowing hot nicotine smoke from his lips into the brisk chill outside. He drags his cigarette hard, the end firing to life with a burn of hot orange, ashes flecking off of the edge before it dies away, smoke carried into his lungs to settle before he blows out once again. He was methodical, practiced in the movements as if he’d sneaked a puff of tobacco before, pierced tongue wetting over his lips, spit surely warm enough to battle the cold kiss of night air reddening his mouth with a blush.

You can’t help but watch him, eyes soft with puppy-love, attention easily slipping away from the present conversation. It was a known fact that you harboured a few feelings for the dark and mysterious man - To you and your other friends at least - Having Samson and Abigail on your back about just asking Sebastian on some sort of date, heck, they’d even offered to set the entire thing up! But there was something that nibbled at your subconscious, a whisper chanting doubts into your thoughts like an earworm, suck on repeat as if it were a bad but catchy song. They assured you, swore up and down that he totally felt the same! But you couldn't let yourself believe it, stuck in a loop of pitiful pining, drooling like a dog with its favourite treat just out of reach, dangled above your head like the sweetest forbidden fruit.

You're snapped out of your trance with a soft kick to your shin, Abigail’s boot tip connecting with the bone enough to jump a startle out of you. She was snickering, and so was Sam, eyebrows raised with a soft mocking cat call, ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ whistled slyly under their breaths lest the other man notice. You pout at them, hiding the expression behind another sip of spiked eggnog, eyes squinted enough to show off your unamusement and potential embarrassment.

The thick brandy-laced custard slides down your throat with a swallow, adding to the warmth flushing inside your tummy, aided with the bashful sear brought on by Sam’s continued pokes. The alcohol leaves a subtle burn on your tongue, a bubbling in your stomach, turning the sweet and giddy fizz of a crush into something thick and near nauseating. You smack your lips, letting them pout into a small frown, tongue poking past in a childish manner before you let yourself giggle again.

It was true that he did look good tonight; Hoodie swapped for a fitted black button down, coat forgotten at the door with the swallow of warmth inside the building. Piercings all matched with a dark silver sheen with rings to pair on a few of his fingers, bracelets and necklaces tied everything together, sheening behind his unbuttoned collar and rolled up sleeves.

Abigail hops up, sauntering to Sebastian to bum a cigarette off of him, joining by the slight crack of the window on the other side of the room, out of earshot for the next few babbles Sam had for you.

“He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?” Samson ever the lightweight dares to slur your way, cheekily taunting at the crush he knew you harboured for the other man. At first it was all comforts and sweet reassurances, repeating the same lines over and over- Of course you're pretty, of course you're his type, he looks at you too you know? - Until it morphed into not-so-subtle teases and jabs, Sam and Abigail growing tired at the same song and dance of reassurances, opting to wiggle their eyebrows and wink with a coo every time they caught you even glancing at Sebastian. They cared still, obviously, soothed away at the sharp stabs of insecurity that wriggled it’s way past the wall of your inner thoughts and out to them, these days the comforts presented themselves in a sly glance and a knock on your back forcing you to bump into the dark-haired man.

You always hung out with the man in a group, surrounded by the others as a social buffer. Of course you had settled down in Abigail's room many nights past, eating snacks and playing video games until the ranch rooster crowed and the sun kissed its way up and over the horizon. Heck, you'd even spend afternoons with Sam, walking him home from work and staying until dinner, brainstorming music and chatting general nothingness until his mother had politely asked you to head home.

Of course you talked to him, chatting away at your interests and his alike, walking drinks from the bar to the pool table with your eyes locked all doe on his face. You had a fair amount in common as well, but that darn bubble in your stomach often kept your feet glued to one spot, a half smile directed towards him in acknowledgement to whatever he would say.

But Sebastian was another story. How could you invade his sacred space for your own amusement? You could barely open the door to his home for his mother's services without biting your bottom lip and looking at each nail in the floorboards for a distraction, heart tingling at the idea of just seeing him in his natural habitat. A group meant safety, in numbers and outlets, avenues to sprint down in case of an emergency - The emergency being your hopeless and stumbly feelings for him.

“Should ask him.” Sam’s voice chirps again. Subtle teases, as always, trying to push the pair of you together like a girl does with her dolls, announcing the prophet of “Now Kiss!” while smushing their plastic faces together. It had happened once; Sam convinced you to go against him at the pool table, clumsily cracking the triangle of billiard balls with his pool cue, unmanaging to sink either solids or stripes. You admitted you hadn't a clue about how to play, and you were sure you were off the hook until the sunshine boy beams that cheeky, toothy smile at you.

– “You reckon that ring’s new? Looks kinda new…” Sam continues, pondering his astute observation, prying his way past the protective wall you had meticulously crafted surrounding your social body, urging for a comment.

“Maybe..” Your reply is short, safely guarded behind the fear of alcohol loosening your tongue. Sam hums, tilting his head, not at all hiding the fact that he was analysing the man by the window, smoking his way through a conversation, puffs of thick nicotine coming with the replies he had for Abigail before he sticks his head out of the window to blow again. You try not to stare, missing the way Abigail points your way, beaded bracelets on her wrist giving a clacking jingle, her own teasing comments falling off of her tongue with a steady drip of amusement.

“Sebastian will help!” he had exclaimed, failing to hide his grin when the raven-haired man shrugged and stood from the worn-out Saloon armchair he had been resting in. Though a little initially shy, Sebastian was one to open up with a little push.

That night was something of a struggle. Feeling the warmth of Sebastian's chest laying over your back, lengthy, nimble fingers drowning your own as he guided the pool cue, digits wrapping around the thrumming artery that pulsed in your wrist with a squeeze, just enough to have your head reeling. Click and clack went the sheeny resin balls, sinking into the holes of the pool table with an easy thrust of the cue thanks to Sebastian’s assistance, practically babying you through the process. His cologne stuck to you that night, soft and spicy and barely a hint of sweetness, bled into the threads of your top- Yoba, you’d never properly admit it but you didn’t wash the poor thing for far too long, not until the thick stain had properly lost its essence. The imprint of his body was something unforgettable, towering over your back, chin tucked by your ear, breaths slow and careful, full of focus as he whispered instructions with every turn, guiding your body as if you were his puppet.

Ever since, it seemed to be Samson’s mischievous mission to pin the two of you together.

There were countless attempts only ending in hot embarrassment, the need to recreate a one off moment only becoming a tangled mess with its execution, like a failed flash mob two counts out of time. But you couldn’t be mad at Sam, in the end he was only trying (and mostly failing) to be your wingman. You squint at him, watching the blonde obnoxiously play with the bar lodged in his tongue, leaned back upon a box from his spot on the floor, eyes fuzzed out of focus in deep thought. Well, as deep as Samson could manage with the clear wash of tipsiness leaking from his body language. He huffs a sigh and chuckles, a goofy, lopsided grin leaning your way before it's hidden by his own sip of his drink, his pierced eyebrow raising as if to dismiss the curious thoughts you had swirling around behind your forehead.

Sam hops up, a sway in his movement, humming under his breath as he explores a nearby storage closet, spewing out Christmas decor used to add Holiday Charm around the rooms. Ever so nonchalant. He rifles loudly, snickering to himself when he finds a dusty Santa hat, putting the wretched thing over his mane of hair before he continues on. The other pair make their way back over, the window now fully shut, locking in the warmth of the Community Centre, any remnants of the bristly chill snuffed out with a warm wash. Sam’s antics were loud, hands roughly exploring the space, pulling things out that surely shouldn’t be touched - At least not by him of all people. Sebastian and Abigail sit either side of you, the male opting to share a corner of the wooden pallet crate you had situated yourself on, very nearly pressing his bicep into your own as he watches Sam.

“Duuuude..” The blonde calls with a hiccuped laugh, practically jumping into a box to nab at something. Sebastian tilts his head, an amused quirk of a smile plastered on his pierced lips, the point of a double vertical labret (Not snakebites as Sam always annoyingly calls them) lifting with the action.

“Ooho..” The blonde calls, lifting up the very thing he had practically dived for; A stringy and sad looking worn-out piece of plastic mistletoe, decorated with a gnarly bright red ribbon in the beginnings of the end of its life, fraying right at the edges in wispy fabric feathers. His grin turns shit-eating, eyes darkening in your direction, dangling the sad plastic plant as if it were poison ivy, ready to rash anything it touched. “Ohh, Sebby-Webs~” He teases, making a wet, spit-filled kissy face at the other man.

“That can’t be good.” Sebastian’s voice cracks soft, tone low enough for only you to hear, like a hidden inside joke. Of course, you giggle, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the noise, your brain letting you laugh so effortlessly, as if you were a crushing school girl - Yoba it felt silly, and yet your body strives to work against you.

“I’m scared..” You mock a wobbly tone, a fake frown on your face which easily turns upwards as Sam yelps, coming up with his lucky-dip mystery prize he’d yanked up from the box.

Another one of his forced proximity plans perhaps-

Sebastian rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling out his lighter and flicking the flame to life with a hearty click, a silent threat against the very existence of the sad excuse of mistletoe. Sam makes a show of pouting, sniffling faux snot up his nose in defeat before his attentions turn to you.

“He’s so mean, right?” He keeps up his pout, fake tears in his eyes. “You’ll smooch me, right?” He looked like a kicked puppy, bottom lip wobbling as he neared you, holding the plastic piece above your head. He looks to Sebastian, a glint in his eyes and a near smirk daring to twitch on his lip, stirring the pot, so to say. You fake a gag, looking to Sebastian to spout a joke but the man looked.. Well, tense. Brow furrowed just enough, body stiff in his spot beside you compared to the lucid and wobbled movements of Sam. “Just oneeee~” The blonde begs, teasing at you, making another puckered kissy face as he dramatically leans in.

A lean hand smushes into Sam’s lips, ring clad fingers squishing his cheeks, firmly but gently shaking his head. Oh, it was on now. A roughhousing play fight between the two men, giggles and fake insults, Sam and his mistletoe with pucker kissing noises now directed back to Sebastian. “Kiss meeee, kiss me- You know you want to~” Sam would sing, only to be refuted by Sebastian calling him some sort of choice word. You and Abigail can only look to one another, a stifled smile as the boys go at each other- Until an unhealthy crashing tumble occurs.

Sebastian yelps a swear, falling back on a box within the closet space, saved by the crinkle of tinsel rather than any sharp and nasty decorations. You don’t think, jumping to your feet, eggnog forgotten as you spring to help him.

This felt juvenile, as if you were thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, the door un-opening as you try your best to push - No luck.

“Seb-! Are you alright?” You reach him, lending your arm for him to use you as leverage, doing your best to pull him free. You get him up and standing, faced with his collarbones with his height compared to your own, closer than you initially had thought you'd be, the space tighter than it seemed with all the storage boxes-

A chuckle comes from the door, Sam with a teeth-filled and lopsided grin, one hand on the frame and the other tossing the sad little plastic mistletoe right at you before the door comes to a hearty, thunking close. Boisterous laughter is muffled, taunts of “Behaving” going nearly unheard as crates scrape against the hardwood floors, only logically being pressed against the door, successfully locking yourself and Sebastian inside of the tiny storage closet.

A hand rests snugly on your waist as Sebastian leans over, trying his luck at pushing the door to get it moving along its hinges, palm and fingers spread flat over the wood. It's a futile attempt. He chokes around a pant as he tries again, breath straining with a soft whine right at the back of his throat with his pushing, forming into a weak and disheartened groan of a sigh when he fails again. He swallows, breathing huffed, squared to catch himself before he braces to try again.

“Seb-” Your voice calls with a crack, your hand daring to reach for his bicep, giving him a soft squeeze, heavy with your touch thanks to the soft swirl of alcohol in your stomach. “Hey..” You try again before he relents, face snapping to yours in the dimmed-down closet, barely illuminated by the crack under the door. His breaths huff against your lips, hot and laced with tobacco and a wash of mint in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. He had managed to work up a small sweat with his attempts, smoker lungs surely fiery behind his ribs, puffs coming to an easy slow, air still coming from past his lips, brushing into yours like a faux kiss.

His hand on your waist doesn't move, plastered stuck right in place before the other joins, holding you right there - Closer than arm's length. You hear him swallow, see the bare brush of his tongue swiping over his lips, wetting them with saliva, piercings glinting with the bare shine of light. “Fuck..” Comes his voice, barely above a whisper, more rounded with the shape of his mouth and that harsh digraph sound nestled at the back of his throat.

“Sorry.. C-Can..” Your body sparks a shiver. “Can I..?” He asks, such an open-ended question had your brain searching all the ‘what ifs’. You mouth his name with a whisper, a questioning tone pitched up before he hums a long sound from his chest. “I can’t take it anymore- Really.. Fuck- Can I just..” He huffs another breath, a thick swallow following down his throat. His lips graze a trail up, pressed right by your ear as he asks; “Please-” exacerbation and frustration, it oozes off of him, “Tell me I can kiss you- Yoba I can’t...”

It's quiet - So, so quiet. Save for the shake of your breaths, coming into a rhythm, forced into tandem as you try to make out Sebastian’s face in the dim. Your pulse thrums in your ears, thumping like a ball in your throat, gushing red-hot anxious blood to your head, already washy and tipsy drunk off of that damned eggnog- The air between you seared, hot tension rising as you come to terms with exactly what just happened, a heavy weight of mortification washing down your shoulders and to your toes, curdling the contents of your stomach into something bubbly-sick. It was as if a kettlebell fell down on your head right as you’d jumped down from high up, a spiking shock running up your legs and down your shoulders, meeting up in the middle. Your hand moves to come off of his bicep, the squeeze of your fingers off from his flesh-

One slender hand moves up, cupping at your ribs as if to stop you, accompanied by a short and startled disapproving hum, rumbled from Sebastian’s throat. You stare at him, he stares back, eyes searching left, right, left, right, flicking and unknowing of where exactly to look- Until he sighs, air punched from his gut before his head drops, carefully landing on your shoulder, face turned into your neck. His piercings barely press a graze to your sensitive skin, poking dully on your pulse, scraping as he speaks right under your ear.

Was this an eggnog induced hallucination? Was your sick pining something mutual? No more clawing through the six feet of thick insecurity to grasp at measly straws or long over the reassurances Sam and Abigail had gifted you? It was your turn to beg a short please of your own before your lips were captured in a desperate lock - All teeth and tongue, clumsy in movement, heads turning to find the perfect fit. Sebastian's hands wander, caressing up and down your sides, to the small of your back, letting them dive further to cup the fat of your ass as his tongue moves to take over your mouth. It swirls lovingly over your own, the ball of his tongue bar rolling and lapping, tastebuds dragging rough against each other, sloppy with spit and tipsiness, each and every breath of his tainted with a moan that cracked its way up his throat. His piercings poke against your lips, kissing them raw with every move of his mouth on your own until he lets your bottom lip thread through his teeth with a needy bite.

He pecks you hard, capturing your lips in a short frenzy before he's back on you again, deep and needy, pulling your body towards his own, soft in comparison to his lean build. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers twirling girlishly into the back of his hair, giving him a sweet tug with every few kisses you give back. His tongue is on you again, lips parting with a groan as he licks into your mouth, the mixed taste of whiskey tainted custard-cream and spiced smoked tobacco swaps with your spit. The air around you thickens, noses huffing against each others cheeks as you try to catch your breath, unwilling to part from the sloppy lock of your lips - Curse the need to breathe, Sebastian pops off with a wet puckered sound, a line of spit still connecting you together. His arms tighten, fingers turning into a claw to grab at you, anything he could get his hands on, his lungs huffed up choked breaths, head shaking in some form of disbelief.

His hands are back on your body, reaching for the hem of the ‘ugly sweater’ you’d picked out for the night, decorated with kitschy Holiday motifs sewn into the knit. It was one of your last layers you wore to the party that night, a warm and cuddly jumper and scarf left to sit in a neat pile. Off it came with a tug over your head before his bare hands were on your skin, forcing sweet shivers in every spot he touched, sparking like needle pricks with every squeeze and brush. His lips brush into your neck with open mouthed kisses, bites and bruises peppered into your skin- Your nails dig into his shoulder, dragging down his front before your palms flatten, taking in the feeling of his body against your fingertips. “Sebastian~.. Mmnn..” Your head tilts back with a sweet chirpy moan, giving the man all the access he could ever want to your body, thoughts swirling behind your closed eyes, dizzy with the slur of alcohol inebriating your finer thinking ability. Yoba, you didn’t care- Couldn't care less towards the fact.

“Fuck.. Yoba-” His lowered voice calls. Your response is barely a squeak before he's on you again, capturing your lips between his in a hot and heavy manner, pulling you into his body, pressing himself against you, the finality of having you in his arms coursing a magma-hot sear through his blood. His knee rests between your legs, an arm caged around your upper back, caressing and rubbing in a feverish frenzy, bundling the fabric of your clothes into desperate fists while the other rubs circles into your hip, tugging right at the waist of your pants. You feel it, the hot pulse of something down below, the strain of his cock pressing up against the seam of his jeans and by proxy, poking against your own body. “I.. Fucken’... Need you.” It’s said between kisses, slurred against your lips, “F’So… Long.. Too fucken’.. Shit-.. Too, mmph.. pussy to say-” That's when you cut him off, a sweet tug to his hair with one hand and a cup to his chin with the other, tippy-toeing your way to press against him, kissing up, chasing his mouth.

“Shh..” You soothe, your own desperation showing as your palms come down to massage his shoulders, caressing up and down his chest over the sheeny smooth fabric of his button down. Your fingers trace against his collar, dipping past the edge of his shirt, already slightly unbuttoned from the top to show off the silver chain of his necklace. Another swear comes from his pierced lips, hands leaving your body for barely a moment for him to tug at the strip of fabric housing the plastic buttons, pulling the poor placket open with a needy tug, losing at least one rounded badge with a snap, the poor little thing landing on the floor with a bounce before it was forgotten completely. His chest was exposed, milky skin bright enough to see in the dim light, sparsely dotted moles dancing over his otherwise clear skin. It's warm against your touch, tacky with the rise of sweet arousal, in the beginning stages of working up a heated sweat.

Sebastian bites against the strap of your bra, the elastic snapping against your shoulder before he mouths at your collar bone, sinking down to the valley of your breasts, bent over to press tender kisses and love bites into the once untouched and hidden skin. You reach back and fumble with the clasp of your bra, picking at the stubborn latch to free your tits, feeling the wet spit of his kisses linger coolly with the huff of his breath.

“Hahh.. Shit..” His voice pipes up again. Kisses come back up, arms wrapping snug around your body to squeeze you into him, tits squishing into his nude chest all soft and pretty, the rougher poke of his necklace making an imprint into your skin. His hands are grabby, arms flexing to hug and pull at you, teeth sinking into your neck, over your collarbones, wet kisses smothered up your jaw to your awaiting lips.

“S-Seb-!” He only groans in response, head nodding as if to say ‘I Know,’ pierced lips dragging into your skin with the movement. Your hands grab his face, cupping his jaw on either side, thumbs caressing in rough swipes, feeling the subtle grain of his shaved face under the pads of them. You grab back at him, palm sliding down his neck, massaging into the bob of his Adam’s apple, against the slope of his shoulder into that tender trap muscle, skin soft with peach fuzz until you move to his chest, feeling the slightest wiry rough of chest hair, barely enough to frame his torso. You rub the expanse of his chest, hands between your pressed bodies, kissing hot and sloppy, tongues swirling, lips fully parting to moan into his mouth as your thumb brushes over his bare nipple, feeling the hard metal of a piercing. It sends a thick course of arousal to your core, throbbing behind the press of your pants.

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together for a sweet release, anything to feel the sticky heat of friction against your budding arousal- Yoba you don’t have to chase it though.

It's like he reads your mind, his hand allowing itself to press between your legs, long and dexterous ring-clad fingers pushing against your mound in a caress, palm pressing richly hot pressure against your clit. Your lips part in another moan, eyes rolling softly, allowing your lashes to flutter into a dreamy close, body melting as if you were moulded out of thick molasses. Things were getting hotter - Heavier - Pleasures beginning to spark under fingers and they soothe and caress, as Sebastian’s palm grounds rough at the seam of your pants, fingertips pressing their pads against your clothed fluttering hole. Your lips part from his with a breathy gasp, his name hot on your tongue, barely whispered, those syllables rounded as you suck air into your starving lungs. Yoba, it's all you can say - A mantra of his name over and over with every few seconds, spewing from your lips as if you knew nothing else.

“Hohhh.. Fuck, that's it.” He holds you into him as your legs go jelly-soft, a hot wash of ditzy dizziness creeping up your knees as his fingers fuck and curl. He stares right at you, brows furrowed in an upward pinch, a tug of a frown born out of hot arousal and focus appearing right at the corner of his lip. Your breaths hitch, rapid, in pace with a sinful hiccup tainting any feeble attempt at speaking-

He breathes your own name back to you, rasped off of his pierced tongue before his kisses are on your throat, nose nuzzling in slow shakes of his head. His hand comes up, swiping the button to your pants with his thumb and forefinger, zipping down the fly enough for him to connect closer - His fingers dip behind your panties, the taught elastic band surely digging into the back of his hand as he glides his digits over your drooly folds. He outwardly groans, another ‘Fuck’ grit through his teeth. You whimper, head leaning into him for comfort, thighs squishing around his teasing hand. Ohhh that was it- The sweet dip of his long middle finger sinking into your wetness, past the weepy ring of your cunt, coated in sweet drool as he dares to curl. You bite into your bottom lip, a long and keened hum following his actions.

“God- Yoba..” He stains, his finger working its magic, curling sweet caresses, a beckoning of ‘come here, come here!’ over and over again. “You’re so.. Fuck- so wet..” He says in bewilderment, tongue running over his kiss-bitten lips, past the metal pierced through them. You nod, an ‘All f’you’ about to drip off of your tongue if it weren't for the grind of his palm sparking a delicious pressure against your clit- Instead you moan, a pathetic affirmation of a noise whining out. One became two, the slip of his ring finger clad with a ring, in fact, easily being stained with the sweet and creamy nectar of your cunt.

Oh, how he works them into you. Cupping your pussy with his lean hand, lengthy fingers rolling sweet curls against the gummy little spot inside of you, giving you his palm to grind back on, lips kissing at the top of your head, huffing an enamoured chuckle each time you clench your squishy thighs against the bone of his wrist and the dig of his bracelets. Yoba, it forces him to be rougher with you, a game to push past the tight trap of your thighs, free himself from the confines all so he could fuck into you. You look up at him, eyes glassy from the abuse of his fingers, pressing right where you needed him. You flutter a blink, bubbles of tears threatening to fall past your bottom lash, doe and unfocused with a pouty bite to your lip.

“Seb.. ast-tian~” It's almost like a warning, sharp with arousal and stuttered in pleasure, breathed inward as you gasp, hands fisting into the fabric of his open button-down like a lifeline.

“Hmmn?” He hums with a nod - Right there. Sebastian was right where you needed him, his fingers mashing into that supple little spot inside of you, that sweet and spongy swell that had your brain all foggy. “What is it, Princess..?” The name alone had you melting further than you thought was possible, your entire body rippling with a sensation that felt as though you were on fire. Your fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt, chin tilting up in a desperate plea, lip bitten raw and in need of more kisses.

Of course, he obliges, hearing your begs despite the lack of a peep chirped from your throat - Slow and deep - That's how he kisses you. Capturing your lips with a sweet bite of teeth, tongue caressing your own with a loving lick, out of time with the hot and feverish way his fingers fuck your cunt. The juxtaposition only adds to the wobble in your body, coming closer and closer to the very edge, moans drunk up by his lips, swallowed with a happy humming in his throat. One hand comes off of his shirt collar, fingers curling around Sebastian's arm, your soft palm feeling the bump of his wrist bone press into it, greedily pushing him into you while your hips hump back on his digits.

“I..- I’m.!” You can barely formulate your sentences, whipped thicker than cream under his spell, the sinful caress of his fingers beckoning in your cunt.

“Fuckk, Babe.. S’okay- I gotcha’..” Sebastian promises. You cling to him for dear life, your body leaning its weight against him, pushing him further into the wedge of shelves supporting the both of you. You feel it, that spark right at the bottom of your tummy, twisting and turning, firing into ignition as your thighs clench and squirm. So close- So, so close!

Any attempt at a legible sentence is easily cut with a gaspy whimper, crying out as you cream over his knuckles, properly messing up the fabric of your panties with gushy slick, bleeding pat and surely leaving a messy wet spot on your pants. Even with the taut press of your waistband limiting the man’s movements, he doesn't let up, curing those lengthy fingers through the rush of your orgasm, feeling the clenchy release lovingly pulse on his knuckles. He works you through it, eyes wide and enamoured with the way he had you, closer than arm's length, the sole reason for the sweet bliss that rushed through your body - “Shit- That's it.. Thaaat’s it- Fuck.. Look at me.. Look at me-” You obey, fucked out eyes flicking up to his, seeing the wash of arousal pool and swirl behind his dark lashes, his lip bitten bruised as he focuses on you, enamoured. “Feels good? Hmmn?” He nearly begs for reassurance, huffing a relieved laugh when you nod, your body twitching with each sweet pulse.

His lips attack yours, hungry and hot, throat groaning up a delicious noise you couldn’t help but eat up, body on fire with the way his palm rides you through the remnants of your hot burst of arousal.

“Fuck..” His hand softens its press, fingers giving a last curl before he carefully pulls them from the confines of your pants. They're drenched and sticky, dribbles of arousal sticking to his fingers like a lattice, spider webbing with a sinful drip that had you clenching your thighs once again. It drips over his rings, cream and slick mixing with the precious metal, soaked knuckles curling as his lips part, tongue lapping a lick before they’re suckled into his mouth.

The groan he lets out is near animalistic, needy and punched from the depths of his lungs, his own arousal going painfully unnoticed only pressing harder and stricter against the seam of his jeans. The man murmurs, words raspy-hot on his tongue; “Need more of’ya-”

It felt almost comical to describe the next moments as a blur, but the post-orgasm airiness lingering in your boozed tipsy brain had your perception flicking with a whack of whiplash. Turned from your position, the skin of your naked back now pressing into a collection of forgotten Holiday decorations, a slight itch thanks to the plastic of a faux wreath. Your pants are tugged down, eager fingers hooking into your waistband and stripping you of your bottoms, it's a short fumble, hot and clumsy, the air within the closet turned stuffy with breath and sweet arousal-induced sweat.

Hands are on you, flat palms squishing into the flesh of your bare thighs, fingers still slick, pressing their pads into the sensitive, rarely caressed skin - Thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. His lips are next, sharp with the bud of his piercings and the nips of his teeth, daring to suckle a bruising kiss against your inner thigh, piping up a squeak from your throat, another call of his name. You search for Sebastian in the dim, eyes focusing on the milk of his skin reflecting off of the crack of light, his being nestled comfortably between your legs. His dark hair parts with an affectionate caress of your fingers, looping themselves through his locks to pat him. He hums against your flesh, warm on your skin, breath moist with humidity born out of the hot and tacky stick of arousal leaching into the air from your bodies.

He smacks his lips on the skin of your thighs, itching up and up, further into the centre of your heat, nails digging loving crescent marks into your skin with every eager grope. He kisses against your bikini line, right by the taut elastic hugging at your upper leg, hiding away the sweetness of your cunt behind a wall of silky pantie fabric. He nuzzles his nose into the crevice connecting your thigh to torso, the point of it dragging over your clothed cunt with an affectionate press accompanied by a shameless inhale. Sebastian sighs something dreamy, lips peppering kisses that had your breath hitching, right over the mound of your heat - So pretty and accentuated with the tight and taught pull of your panties, outlining the swell of your pussy. Yoba, he swallows thick, gulping down saliva that dared to pool under his pierced tongue.

Your arousal sticks to his lips, pooling a clear wet spot in your panties, a target for him to kiss at, to tentatively lick at, feeling the slick remnants of your previous orgasm wet on his tongue. He groans- More of that taste on his tongue, eyes heavy as they look up at you, washed over with need. Your fingers twitch, straining against his scalp, tugging his dark strands enough to have him diving right in.

His lips latch to your clothed cunt, impatient to get more of you on his tongue. The soft prick of his lip piercings press a spiky pressure on your sensitive mound, a reminder harsher than the eager lap of his tongue- Yoba.. Fuck- His tongue, strong and flat, licking between your pantie clad folds, adding his own drooly spit to the mess staining the poor fabric. His lips purse against your pussy as he indulges, eyes fluttered shut, thick, dark brows creased into an affectionate scrunch, full of focus.

“O-Ohhh.. Seb… I’m.. I need..” You breathe past the burn of your lungs, panting with jolty huffs each time his lips and tongue brush over the fabric covering the sensitive bud of your clit.

“Hmm.. Mhmmn-” He hums, smacking a harsh kiss before he pulls off, “Need to- Fuck, need my tongue on you. Gotta-” He shakes his head, kissing at his teeth with a ‘tut’ before his thumb dares to leave your thigh, hooking at the fabric of your panties in a motion to pull them aside. He looks to you, a thick gulp down his throat as he watches your head bob- Nod, nod, nod goes your head, almost in desperation to just feel him again, fingers curling in his hair, clenched with arousal and the budding frustration to just make him take you already. Yoba, he was sweet, though, the sentiment of him asking such things, checking in with a silent ask for consent, making your back teeth grit in hot enamourment.

Sebastian takes it, your gifting nod, and eagerly yanks your underwear to the side. His thumb pulls your panties taut, shifted aside to show off the wet glisten of your folds, gushy with your last orgasm, puffy and swollen thanks to the prior abuse of his fingers, good enough to kiss-

You can’t help the hot babble, the filthy cry you speak next, steadily rushing to the very edge- Wanting to just take him- Damn any refractory period, you needed to feel the pulsy stab of his length drilling you over the edge.

Obviously, he does. Planting a wet and obnoxious open-mouthed kiss to your budding clit, lips smacking together before he properly dives into you, selfishly savouring all the sweetly creamed arousal you had for him. You gasp, fingers tightening in the twirls of his hair, surely enough to leave a harsh sting but Yoba- It doesn't seem like he cares. If anything it spurs the man on, a hot groan erupting from his chest, lips parting, the prick of his piercings digging a delicious pressure into your cunt. He’s messy with you, hungry slurps uncaring of the vulgar noise - The sharp and uncomfortable itch of the Holiday wreath biting at your skin was incomparable to the searing hot pleasure ripped from your pussy, stinging with overstimulation, forcing an endless string of whines from your lips.

Your throat hiccups, panting hot swears and the syllables of his name, rounded easily from your lips as he takes to you. It's easy for another orgasm to threaten your body, the feeling eager to roll from your cunt, twisting sweet and stabby like a suckled on candy cane, licked into a pin-thin spike poking at your gut- Especially with the works of Sebastian's tongue, swirly with his movements, tongue fat and flat as the metal ball of his piercing kisses at the bud of your clit in his rhythmic laps. He’s vocal with you, only spurring you on; Sweet hums tainting each breath he sucked in, feeble attempts to get oxygen in his lungs. You’re not sure he cares, not with the hearty mash of his lips against your mound, pursed with a stingy-sweet suckle directed right against your clit, teeth grazing at the supple soft swell of your pussy.

It feels like a hot blur, motions moving quickly, Sebastian's arm jutting as he fists his free cock- Weepy dribbly tip all swollen and pink, finally free from the tight seam of his jeans. You squirm, lips clumsy on his own, arousal knocking you into an instinct-driven motion, oh so needy, “Seb..- Please.. Fuck… Fuck me~” You beg, muted between hot kisses, words slurred with the lick of his tongue, cutting you off with his mouth.

“Fuck me- Please- please, please Sebby just- Ahhnn..~” You whine, fingers giving his hair some grace, opting to feverishly pet him, clumsy affection in your fingers as you work them in a soothe. “Want you- Want you so, so bad- Y’know? F’so long-” You don't have to convince him.

He pops off of your cunt- Not without leaving several plants of hot kisses, pecking hotly on your clit before he tugs your panties down. His cock comes free with the jangle of a belt buckle, the leather sliding from his belt loops with a zip, metal buckle daring to clank on the floor before he’s working at the button and zip of his fly. His lips kiss at yours, the taste of your cunt on his tongue, sweetly salty and drenched in arousal, twinged with the last remnants of spicy nicotine and cream-sweet eggnog, swapped with the swirly spitty lap of your tongues mingling together in a hot collide.

You move in tandem, arms throwing themselves around his neck as he grips the squish of your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his lean hip, hooking you into him as he lines himself up. He pops off of your lips enough to breathe, murmuring filthy things against them, coated in hot spit and your sweet arousal; “M’gonna fuck you- Promise, God- Yoba I promise, Princess-” He throws more sweet pet names your way, “Wanted me? Hmm? Wanted- Fuck.. Wanted you f’so long..” He promises. You feel the pudge of his cock press to your cunt, sparking a drooly clench of your drippy hole. He grinds on you, hips rolling, tip weeping as if it were crying, dribbling its milky pre over your puffy clit, pathetically kissing against your folds as his hips rut.

“Fuuuuckkk..” The ring of your cunt hugs his tip, suckling him in as he finally makes an effort to press in, he groans out a moan, matching the supple whine of your throat as you take him. Slow and sweet was something that could surely come later- The pressing itch of desperation easily taking over between you. Heavy rolls turn into needy fucks, hips jutting, pudgy cock tip making love to your cervix, kissing hot and lovingly hard pecks against the sweet mush in the depths of your pussy.

It's easy for his hips to roll into you, the base of his cock pounding against your mound, grinding the wiry curls that decorated him into the sensitive bud of your clit. Plap, plap, plap goes his hips on yours, skin to skin, sticky and sweat sheened, tacky to the touch as your bodies collide. You brace one arm on a shelf behind you, swiping off any stray decorations with a clamouring clutter, mystery items bouncing off into the depths of the closet, rolling on the floor. Your other arm hangs loosely on his neck, doe eyes fucked out and glossed as they look up at him, lips parted sweetly, kiss bitten and spit-shined, captured in a heated tongue and teeth-filled kiss before Sebastian groans.

“Everythin’ I fucken’ dreamed of-” It's said between gritted teeth, his gaze snapping from your wet eyes to your drooling cunt, huffing an arousal filled chuckled laced up in disbelief, seeing that drooly ring of cream coat over his length, making a mess between yourselves. “So fucking perfect- Fuhhhck m’not gonna last long- Hahh.” You nod in agreement, eyes closing, that bubble of tears falling down your cheeks with a streak. Closer and closer came the tight twist of your next orgasm, your poor and abused pussy clenching loving squeezes on his cock, spurred on with the hot sting of overstimulation- Your thigh cramped, spread over his hip for him, tits bouncing with every thrust, lungs stuck in a sweet burn.

Your skin sweats, lips drool, eyes blink all glossy and dumb, brain firing off every time you have the pleasure of looking at him- Closer, closer - Your clit throbs, hips pathetically humping back into his fucks, chasing the hot high that threatened to gush!

Sebastian presses you harder into the shelves, hips snapping rough, filthy words spat into your ears as his hand worked overtime on your poor clit- His hips roll sloppily, breathes coming into a hard and slow pant, huffing in your ear- “Fuck.. M’ Gonna fucken’ cum- Yeah? G-Gonna take it? Hmmn? Look so pretty like this-” he babbles, tone heavy in his throat. “Gonna make it up t’you- Yeah? Promise.. Hnng fuck- P-Promise..” His fucks turn snappy, jut, jut, jutting- Punching at your poor cervix, cunt mashing against the base of his cock.

There's sudden laughter, slurred and obnoxious, rasped from an all-too-happy voice. It leaks from beneath the crack in the door, the outside world leaching into your little space, a phantom chill washing over your body as if the door has swung open to the fresh fall of snow that blanketed the street. A crash occurs, a feminine voice scolding someone, furniture scraping against the wood floor of the outside. You hadn't noticed your attention had wandered, not until Sebastian grips your chin, turning you back to lock into another searing kiss-

“Oiii-” A fist bashes against the door, rattling the thing on its hinges. Sebastian’s hand moves, coming between your legs to rub at your poor bud- The fiery thrill of a threat- A burning fear of being caught by a drunken Sam had your body twitching. Sebastian seemed to feel the same, making something of a challenge to get you off before the blonde had the audacity to finally clear the doorway. “Ha- ‘ave you kissed yet?” Yoba knows you’ve done so much more.

“Seb- As.. Tian~” You choke, head lulling back with an eye roll, teeth biting into your lips as you finally gush again, wetting his cock with a weepy clench of your pussy, filthily kissing at his length, adding to the wonderful mess between your legs. So sweet and squeezy, your velvety walls massage the length of his cock as you cum, pussy suckling him in, inviting the hot pulse of his own orgasm with a loving hug.

His hips snap in sharp staccatos, throat stuck in a perpetual growl with each lingering fuck as he spurts. He creams into you, hot and ropey filling up the depths of your sweetness, milked off by your squeezing. His sweaty forehead comes to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers holding your thigh up squeezing a grab, a stingy dig of his nails leaving desperate crescent marks behind. He rasps a drawn-out groan, nosing into the tacky, sweaty skin of your neck, mouthy kisses back on your shoulder, just adding to the bitey kiss marks he’d left on you already.

You jolt when another knock rasps against the door, sloppy and full, thunks formed by a fist connecting to the wood. “Alright, you guys, you've definitely been in there long-e-fucking-nough." Sam’s voice calls with a snort, a failed attempt at stifling his laughter. “Don’ make me open this door~” He sings.

The fumble for clothes and the accidental collide of foreheads seemed worth it all - Especially when you roll over and see the man now in your bed, chest rising and falling as he sleeps, more bruises kissed into both of your skin, all sticky and spent, a shower surely in order by the time morning came. For now, you bask in the luxury of resting your head on Sebastian’s chest, lulled to sleep by the dull ache in your legs and the tipsy swirl of spiked eggnog settling in your stomach.

#OHHH MY GODDDD #THIS CHANGED MY LIFE I THINK

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