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He’d spotted her during the first song, in all honesty it probably only took him that long because he hadn’t looked out right away. Absentmindedly as shock coursed through his system, he thought the only thing that has stopped him from making a fool of himself and gawking right in the middle of the chorus was all the years of singing no matter what, even when Frankie kicked him in the balls. He got the distinct impression, had this happened years ago when he was just starting, he would have stuttered to a halt, probably dropping the mike on the floor like a moron. But not a hint of what Gerard was feeling showed on his face, this was what he did, and he did it well.
He wasn’t even sure how he could’ve spotted her, singled her out in the sea of writhing black covered bodies, but he did, and he couldn’t look away once he had. She was beautiful. No, that wasn’t quite the word. It was more delicate than that, beautiful was too common a word for her, striking or stunning maybe, still not quite right, but closer. She wasn’t the normal kind of pretty, or hot, not just some skinny young thing with her tits out, coated in expensive make up. She stood close enough to the stage that he could spot her, just barely make eye contact, but she stood off to the side, leaning against the pit’s gate, perched on it just a bit, perhaps to see over the churning cycle of bodies. Her skin was pale, but flushed an innocent and alluring pink, no make up, just clear natural skin. She did wear a band t, something possessive growling in him as he recognized it as his, under a cute and rugged short army green overall dress, and scuffed tan lace up boots. She was slim, but not skinny, even from here he could see she was all curves, soft and exaggerated, and so fucking goddess like, the old kind of beautiful, the real kind. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. Maybe it was her hair, that gorgeous mane of pale curled blond locks, down past her cute little butt, like sunlight spun into gold. He’d never seen anyone that looked like her. Fuck, he had to at least talk to her after. He would, this was the last show of the tour anyway, he’d have time.
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(f/n) bit her lip and sighed as the lights went off onstage and MCR left and another band began to set up. It had been an amazing show of course, the greatest night of her life no doubt. But as they left she couldn’t help but feel remorse and disappointment. She could have watched them play all night, would have thoroughly enjoyed a certain singer dancing like he did for a bit longer. She blushed, rubbing her thighs together, alright she might have gotten a little wet when he sang destroya. That and although she assured herself that it was only a coincidence, he’d looked straight at her nearly the entire show. No one would believe her, hell she didn’t, most likely he was distracted or just so happened to like that spot but still. Just to herself she’d let herself think he was, fuck it had been so wonderfully terrifying…. And well…a little embarrassing, what with how it made her so wet she soaked through her panties. But who could blame her, she was totally and completely in love with him, and well….her heat was hitting her. With that in mind she thought maybe it was best if they were done now.
Her heart was heavy, but she had gotten to see them! This was the first time she’d been able to, since she finally had a car and money for a ticket, she’d even worked past her social anxiety to go by herself, no small feat, and hadn’t even called it quits this morning when she was sure her heat was going to hit her by tomorrow at the latest. She would have liked to stick around and see the other band too, but she needed to get while the getting was good, hopefully before anyone could smell her omega hormones kicking in, and she started cramping. She quickly slipped over the small gate and briskly began taking the hidden back alley trail around to the back gate. She’d scoped out the route earlier, right after she’d arrived so she could make a quick get away if need be to her car. It was much longer, and out of the way, but there were no other people there, the ones not gathered by the stage hung around the merch booths and bathrooms, far enough away to make her feel safe. She smirked at herself feeling very clever and accomplished, nearly at the back gate by the woods where she could exit, then double back to the parking lot and find her car. The lot would be big enough to give anyone a wide birth. She was just about to turn out the gate, nearly home free when a guy walked straight into her path….looking right at her. Instincts made fear and nervousness rise up in her, and she stopped in her tracks.
“Hey sweet little thing, where you going?” He asked. Goosebumps rose on her overheated skin, the sweat already forming from her heat making her skin feel cold and slimy in the night air. Her nostrils flared and she was mortified both by the smell of alpha, and the fact that it had a small surge of pleasure speed through her.
“Home,” She said firmly. He drew closer to her, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply and she knew he could smell her, knew that she was omega, and hitting her heat. She felt sick. She’d been so careful, so close. It wasn’t fair, this wouldn’t happen if she was a stupid lucky beta.
“Home? A pretty little omega like you going home alone, that just isn’t right. Who’s going to take care of you sugar? Looks more like you need someone to give you a nice thick knot,” He said trying to draw a bit closer. She took a step back, cursing at the feeling of her legs trembling. He wasn’t bad looking, muscles, tattoos, black hair, but he seemed like an ass, and she wasn’t that kind of girl, fucked omega hormones or not. Though her body craved what he was hinting at, a little slick wetting her panties as a cramp welled in her at the mention of a knot, she didn’t want his. One face came to mind when she thought about being pleasured and she blushed.
“Go knot yourself,” She hissed. “I’m fine alone.” He drew closer still and she tried to fight off the heaviness that kept her legs from moving. Why did she have to be born an omega? Why, why, why?
“You don’t have an alpha, and you smell so fucking good sugar, I bet you taste like lemons and honey, just like your hair. I wanna tangle my fists in it. No one should have to go through a heat all alone. Stay here with me, in a minute you’ll be begging me to fuck you good, to be your alpha and fill you up.” He said his hand reaching out and touching her hair. Her heat was already hitting her, she was so horny, she needed to get in her car and stick her hand down her pants but she couldn’t. It was getting painful, everything in her was crying out for an alpha. A big strong alpha to fill her, up, to claim her and mate her, and give her a family. Suddenly she snapped out of it as she felt the back of his hand on her face. No, she didn’t want this.
“I said FUCK OFF!” She screamed, kicking him in the crotch with her heavy boot, then turning tail and running.
“YOU FUCKING OMEGA BITCH!” he hissed, cradling his junk them lumbering after her.
(f/n) tore through the gates and out through the wooded area in the back. She looked back just for a moment, fear entering her as she saw him following. Then she gasped as she hit a large body, nearly tumbling them over, but he caught her, arms encasing her, drawing her to his chest. Her arms pressed against him, palms splayed over muscles, coming up to shelter her from the fall and she took in a shuddering breath, immiditaely regretting it. Alpha, oh fuck, the most perfect fucking smell that had ever existed. But, as her mind went hazy as instinct took over, she couldn’t help but think he was different. This was…..fuck this is just what she needed. She quivered, slick making her thighs damp, her body trying to entice the alpha. She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, just barely and saw that the man chasing her had stopped in his tracks, startled and not sure of what to do.
“Get the fuck out of here before I beat your head in with a brick you omega abusing piece of shit excuse for an alpha.” The man holding her growled, his alpha power seeping in to the command, making her knees buckle. She probably would have dropped to the ground if he hadn’t been holding her up. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, her cunt clenched and throbbed just by the sound of his voice...his very familiar sounding voice. The asshole who came after her stood for a moment his alpha instinct probably telling him to stay and fight, but cowardly as he was he quickly turned on his heal and left, returning to the show before shit got any more out of hand. At least he knew when to quit. The alpha behind her stood, ram rod straight, anger rolling off him until he was out of sight. Then he relaxed just slightly.
“Are you alright baby girl? Did he hurt you?” The alpha asked concerned, stroking back tussled curls from her face. She blushed, the gesture feeling intimate and affectionate, and not something she was familiar with.
“N-no, I’m alright. Thank you.” She whispered, her heat straining her voice making it raspy and sultry. Gerard shivered hearing it, so fucking sexy. She finally pulled back enough to raise her head and make eye contact with the man. She gasped pulling back startled and started stuttering apologies. Because the man who caught her just so happened to be the man she admired, looked up to, and loved more than anyone on the planet. Gerard Way, messy black hair, crooked smile and all. She could barely breathe.
“I-I’M SO SORRY!” She said. “I just slammed into you like an idiot and-“
“Shhhhh,” He hushed her quietly and chuckled. “It’s alright sweet girl, you don’t need to apologize to me.”
“B-but I-“ she whimpered, face completely red, trembling, and embarrassed, and dizzy, and fuck he smelled so good, just breathing him in making slick drip down her thighs.
“It’s alright. I’m Gerard, you’re safe with me. What’s your name honey?” he said, strong arms keeping her balanced.
“Ahhhhhh….(f/n). My name is (f/n).” She said struggling to form coherent thoughts as her heat continued to worsen and take over. Something normal, say something normal she thought to herself. “T-thank you…for helping me.”
He smiled at her and she felt her heart drop down to the pit of her stomach.
“No problem, (f/n), that’s a pretty name. Did you come here with someone? Is there somewhere safe I can take you?” He said tilting up her chin so she had to look at him and stroked her face gently. She let out a soft whimper, a little embarrassed by his attentiveness to her. Though, most alphas usually had a similar reaction to her. Their instinct was to protect and shelter her. She couldn’t help but take everything he said in a dirty way, even though she knew it wasn’t. Her omega voice twisted it all, him asking if she had friends here turning into asking if she had a boyfriend or alpha, asking if she was available, obviously he hadn’t meant that. And fuck, is there somewhere I can take you? Right here in the grass please, her little omega voice piped up. She blushed and shook her head.
“N-no, I came by myself. But I-I think I should be alright if I can make if back to my car.” She said.
“Can you walk? I’ll help you back to your car.” He asked.
She nodded and he led her towards the lot. He braced her back and let her lean on him. They tried to talk as they walked along the wooded path, though it wasn’t the best conversation since both of them were trying to ignore the fact that they were both ridiculously aroused. Gerard inhaled again, taking in as much of her sent as he could. Fuck she smelled so fucking incredible. He wanted her. Fuck he wanted to take her right now, pin her under him, make her let out the moans he could tell she was so desperately trying to hold back. He wanted those gorgeous pale limbs wrapped around him, to feel her heat, so hot and tight, he wanted to knot her. Fuck, he wanted that more than anything, his hard dick seeped out a little precum at just the thought. The need to knot and breed her was taking over every last thought in his head.
This had never happened to him before. He’d been exposed to plenty of omegas, even ones who hit their heat, but it was never like this. He held back a groan as his hardness strained against his tight jeans. He could smell her slick, see it drip from her, when he ran his hand over her back soothingly. She trembled, eyes nearly all pupil, full lips parted, large chest shuddering with every breath. He could tell she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, and that drove him more insane than anything. Could he let her go when they got to the car? Fuck, he wasn’t sure. He shouldn’t. Fuck he shouldn’t even be thinking about it. He had a beta, a serious girlfriend, nearly a mate but… She didn’t want to bond, honestly they’d agreed on it. They’d said it was just because it was a primal and pointless ritual but…the more he thought about it the more empty it felt. He was an alpha, he craved a mate, someone to take care of, someone who needed him, even if he tried to convince himself he didn’t. But he WAS an alpha and he wanted….fuck he wanted…omega, his omega, he wanted (f/n), he needed her. He managed to hold back a groan as his cock somehow felt even harder, fuck, he didn’t want to admit he could be nearing his rut. Fuck, he couldn’t be already.
Then as they were making their way through the wooded trail, (f/n) suddenly cried out and slumped over. But Gerard ever vigilant caught her and cradled her against his chest again.
“Fuck! Baby girl are you alright? Hey look at me honey, I’ve got you.” He said his alpha needing to care for her. She keened, high in her throat and desperate as she squeezed her trembling thighs together. She let out a few shuddering sobs. Fuck, he knew what was wrong. He knew what she needed, what he could give her. He slipped his hand between her legs, massaging her thighs, she moaned, arching her whole back against him.
“Let me help you (f/n), my sweet little omega. Let me stop the pain.” He whispered desperately into her ear, making her keen again.
He turned her to face him and brought her sweet little chin up to look at him. Fuck she was beautiful, full ruddy pink lips parted, cute button nose, thick lashes framing half lidded, large baby blue eyes, shimmering with endearing tears. Something clenched deep in his chest. This all felt so right. He stared into her eyes, his own glimmering fierce gold, making her heart pound and knees buckle. He leaned in slowly, gently brushing her cheek with his, savoring the intimacy, and giving her a chance to protest. But she didn’t, as enraptured as he was, her heart feeling like it might explode with each little touch, her senses so heightened, feeding on how she’s always felt about him. Their lips met gently at first, a sweet and loving first kiss, her eyes fluttering, head trying to make sense of how this could be happening.
Words stuck in her throat, knowing she couldn’t say them, knowing it could ruin this. She lost herself, then, unable to hold herself back anymore, lucid dream, coma, or unbelievable reality she didn’t care. Gerard was kissing her and she wanted to enjoy it as long as she could. She never got dreams this good. She slid her hands up his chest and gently touched his jaw with her delicate fingertips as he kissed her. Tentative but sweet little pecks, that slowly became deeper. Her arms wrapped around his neck, helping her anchor herself to him, her fingers running though the hair on the back of his neck and gripping there, making him groan. One of his arms was locked around her waist, holding her up and making sure there wasn’t any space left between them. His other hand tangled itself in her gorgeous locks. He deepened the kiss, needing to taste her, sweet like honey and blackberries. Both were gasping and clawing at each other, needing more, needing to claim the other and never let go. He slowly started to grind into her, making her gasp and shudder, her little hips grinding and arching back.
“Fuck you taste so perfect honey,” Gerard panted into her neck as he began to kiss it. “You feel so fucking good against me, you smell like vanilla, and clover and woodsmoke, and it’s driving me insane. Mine, all mine.” He groaned. She let out a whimper her toes curling, not sure how to tell him his smell was making her crazy too. She didn’t know what it was, but it was kind of musky, and smokey, and alpha.
“Mmmmm, you have no idea what you do to me baby (f/n), no idea how bad you’ve made me need you. My sweet little omega,” he growled, and though slick was running down her thighs by now and she swore if he so much as brushed her clit she would come she finally realized why he’d begun to smell so good. She’d had just set off his rut. But didn’t he have a mate already? That Beta bassist from MSI. That’s right, he was already in love with somebody else, and she was…fuck she was making him betray her, because of her stupid heat. Tears streamed down her face. No, she wouldn’t do that to him, she didn’t want to hurt him, to break his life into pieces, she loved him too much. Without warning or thinking she yanked herself away from him, and then she ran. She couldn’t think about anything but running, getting herself away from him. Even though she wanted to run right back.
“(f/n)? (f/n)! What’s wrong? (f/n)!” Gerard called after her. Then he started to chase after her. For a moment he questioned if she was afraid of him, if she really didn’t want this and it was just her heat making her so wet and willing for him. But he immediately cast the thought aside. No, he felt her, he had no doubt about what she wanted. The alpha in him delighted in the chase, loving how his omega was making him work for it. It fueled his fire, making him want her even more. Fuck, he’d never been this desperate, this turned on…this enraptured… this….
“Ah!” She gasped as turned back and realized he was following her. “G-Gerard stop!” She cried, a hitch in her voice. “It’s just my heat making you- I know you don’t want to do this so just let me get away, I don’t want to make you do this! Please!” She sobbed as she ran. Anger rose up in him. His omega thought he didn’t want her. He growled, a low powerful rumble deep in his chest. He would show his omega how much she was his, and he was hers. She surged forward, her heart pounding out of her chest, gasping, loving how her alpha chased her. Fuck what was wrong with her? This excited her, making more slick drip down her thighs, making laughter and little screeches want to bubble up her throat. She was fast, his little omega, but her heat slowed her down, and really she so desperately wanted to be caught. A few more strides and he’d caught her.
“G-Gerard! Listen-“ she cried as he grabbed her wrist and pulled. He tackled her, sending both of them tumbling down into the soft grass deep in the wooded area she’d run into. But she wasn’t scared, and it didn’t hurt, he’d taken the impact as they fell, before rolling on top of her. She loved that, her forceful but caring alpha, it made her feel loved, desire clenching low in her guts. She moaned, she couldn’t help it, she wanted him inside her so bad. He pinned her down with his hips taking her small face in his large calloused hands.
“No, you listen to your alpha baby girl.” He growled making her tremble, trying to contain how good it felt to have his weight pinning her down. He caressed her face, wiping away a tear. “I want you, my sweet little omega. I’ve been watching you all night, needing YOU all night. And you want me don’t you?” She trembled underneath him, tears streaming down, heart breaking, wanting it all to be true.
“But, you’re….i mean…you already ha-have-" She began to sob. Ahh….so that was it. He stroked her face affectionately. His sweet little omega, so empathetic, so selfless, so caring. He loved her for it. Loved how different she was, from everyone he’d ever met. He was so sure, like it wasn’t even his choice, like it was just all how it was supposed to be. Fuck consequences.
“No.” He said, his alpha authority seeping into his voice. It made her submissive right down into her stubborn little bones. Though she was sure she hadn’t asked a question something about his answer put her at ease. “You don’t need to think about that, you aren’t forcing or trapping me. You have no control over what I do. (f/n), I’m not going to hurt you. I want to take care of my omega, and I’m going to. Do you understand?” She nodded slowly the omega in her responding to his alpha command, and she felt herself fading. She loved how he kept calling her his omega. Because she was wasn’t she? So fucking his it was ridiculous. She swallowed thickly, his hands caressing her, gold eyes locking her into place. She couldn’t run now, even if he wasn’t pinning her. She couldn’t fight her alpha.
“Good,” He whispered. “Now I just need you to answer one little question, alright? Just one and then your alpha is going to take care of everything. Your alpha is going to make everything all better, take all the pain away and keep you safe so you don’t have to worry, alright baby girl?” She nuzzled his face as his words made her feel so good, melting all the bad feelings away. Making her feel safe and protected, she would do whatever he asked, she could be such a good girl for her perfect alpha. She nodded slowly into his neck, sweet breath panting lightly into his ear.
“Now tell me, what do you want honey? Not anyone else, not what you think you should, what do YOU want (f/n)?” She shuddered against him, her cunt pulsing needing him in her. She wanted…fuck she needed.
“A-alpha,” She whimpered so softly into his neck.
“What do you need?” He whispered, pressing his hips down into her, giving one slow agrivating thrust while he kissed her neck.
“Y-you, alpha. Please, Gerard please.” She whimpered a little louder, face flushed red, all self restraint gone. “I need you inside me, please,”
“What do you want your alpha to give you?” He asked her, beyond turned on.
“Your knot,” She whispered, gleaming blue meeting gold, tears streaming down and soft lips parted and panting for him. And that was it, he snapped, unable to resist any longer. His lips crashed into hers forcefully, probably bruising but she couldn’t care. His hips started to rut into her and she moaned wrapping her legs around his trying to draw him in.
“Alpha!” She cried, her voice a high pitched sob.
“I’ve got you,” He growled into her. “Sweet girl, alpha’s got you.” She whined back, high in her throat, her whole body trying to arch up into him. He didn’t have time to worship her like he wanted. They were both too far gone to take it slow. He needed to be inside her, now. He growled leaning back so he could rid her of some of her clothes. He kissed up her neck nibbling her cute pixie like ear. His hands slipped under the straps of her bibbed skirt, letting them drop so he can yank her tee and bra up over her chest. Even through his frenzied haze, he admires how beautiful she is. Her pale breasts are large, with cute little pink nipples, he greedily runs his palms over. She gasps and arches, grinding her hips into him, because it’s not even close to enough.
“Alpha,” She cries, a high pitched moan that pierces his ears. Her legs are spread for him, trying to hook around his own, trying to pull him in. He knows what she’s asking, in her pretty little omega voice. It’s exactly what he wants. Hurriedly he slides a hand up her dress and palms her center, so hot, panties completely soaked with slick.
“Alpha!” she cried again grinding into his hand. He’s thankful their little chase led them further into the wooded border, away from any prying eyes or eager alphas. So no one else can hear her beautiful lust filled cries. No, only he gets to see her like this. No one will interrupt them here. He rubbed her clit roughly a few times before quickly grabbing her soaked underwear, white with black lace, and throwing it aside somewhere on the forest floor. One hand hastily works at his belt and the fly of his jeans, the other strokes the inside of her thighs, then in between her legs. All the while she keens and cries for him, driving him on. She cries out particularly loud as he slips a finger inside her. It’s only one, but it barely fits inside her. He groans into her neck, feeling how fucking hot and tight she is. He wonders if he can even fit, but the way she’s trying to pull him deeper, he doubts he has a choice. He starts a fast rhythm, stretching her, dipping in to her slickened entrance, curling his finger inside her. She moans loudly thrusting her hips up in rhythm with his finger.
“Fuck, so fucking tight for me, I’m going to fill you up my little omega, you want that don’t you honey?” He growls into her neck, she can’t help but shiver and whine.
“Yes, alpha, Gee, please, please.” She begs, so beautiful and perfect.
She whimpers as he begins to slide another finger into her, and he realizes something with a start. He only pauses slightly though, before he starts working the second finger into her, being very careful of her hymen. Maybe this should deter him, make him feel guilty, or dirty. But the fact that she’s a virgin, fuck it only drives him on all the more. He knows she could have had any alpha she’d wanted before. But the fact that she’s chosen him, wants him so desperately, as her first, fuck it feeds his ego, the alpha inside him. Yes, he fully intends to be her first, and her only. He knows he will never let anyone else touch her. She is his. He loves that she’s untouched, he’s so fucking possessive of her.
“Let me see you cum pretty girl,” He whispers, wanting more than anything to please her. Her hips are already arching fast, her rhythm jerky and frantic, needing release, to soothe her heat. “Come on now, (f/n).” He whispers, curling his fingers in her, stroking that little bundle of sensitive nerves. He moves his hand fast for her as her hips jerk up and she lets out a small gasping cry. Fuck, already coming, he’d barely even touched her yet, not even a full minute he was sure. But, he slipped his hardened length from his pants, letting his tight grey jeans and boxers slip down to his knees. They didn’t have enough time to rid each other of the rest of their clothes. Not yet. She looked so fucking beautiful as she came, mouth open in an o, letting out a cry so sweet, it blew every song he’d written away. He wanted to listen to that sound for the rest of his life. He stroked one of her hardened buds with his thumb, making her moan. But instead of collapsing after her orgasm, she continued to grind against his hand, not sated at all. He growled, another wave of heat rushing to his crotch.
“Alpha, alpha, please!” she cried, reaching out for his hips. He knows nothing is going to satisfy her except him, she needs his knot in her, just to be able to think again. He can’t hold back anymore. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t as desperate. The only thing he wanted was to thrust into her. To fuck her over and over, till she was full of him. Instinct, nature, love, maybe all three, made him grab her pretty pale thighs and yank them around his waist. He lined himself up, teasing her entrance for a moment.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha,” She chanted sobbing. “Please, please, please, alpha!” Her words throbbed in his head until he couldn’t hear anything else. Everything melted away leaving only his arousal. He thrust into her then, arching over her, one hand tangled in her hair. He howled when he entered her. He’d never felt anything so good, never desired someone so much. (f/n) cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, anchoring her alpha to her, her heat completely taken over her mind. He absentmindedly thought maybe he should stop and let her adjust, but he just couldn’t stop, with the way she egged him on, moaning and thrusting against him, and calling out so wantonly. Not when she smelled so fucking perfect, fuck omega, his omega, his mate. Her golden hair spilled out underneath her, she looked like a goddess, sunshine incarnate.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but he was so far gone he could only grunt out one or two words between pants and growls. He could only growl out words like perfect, and beautiful, and mine. They fit together so perfectly, he hit her g spot with every enthused thrust, filling her so fucking perfectly, his hips grinding against her clit. She’s never felt so fucking good before. All she wanted was more of him, more to fill her up, to fuck her harder and deeper, she hadn’t even noticed the pain of him tearing into her. Her heat made her so needy and horny for him, it felt so fucking good, she had another little second orgasm after a few more thrusts, he fucked her through it, growling and gripping her hips tighter. She loved it, how unhinged and rough he was getting, knowing it was all her that drove him mad like this, that it was her that made him lose himself. She could only gasp and moan, hoarsely calling his name and alpha, and please and knot. He began to growl loudly, feeling his knot starting to swell up, dragging her hips up so he could burry himself deeper, to trap it in her. He knew she could feel it too, his sweet little thing started to keen and cry for him higher, her voice strangled high pitched whimpers.
“I’m gonna fill you up baby girl,” He growled. “Gonna give you my thick knot and empty in you just like you want. Gonna tie you to me so you can’t get away.” They kept kissing and biting lightly, primal and animalistic, possessed by desire. His thrusts were frantic and no longer held any rhythm.
“P-please! Alpha, I need it, please!” she cried running her nails down his scalp. He howled, so fucking close, he needed to cum, needed her to cum first once more, to know he fucked his omega so good, made her cum at the same time.
“Gonna knot in you, come on (f/n), cum. Cum so I can knot in you. Squeeze me so good honey, FUCK take my knot!” He howled biting at her neck, one hand clamped on her hip, flicking her clit. He could already feel himself going over, first shot starting as he knotted. And she couldn’t fucking hold on anymore.
“GERARD!” she cried, voice a mix between a sob and a scream as her orgasm took hold.
And that was all it took to push him over. He fucked her as fast and hard as he could as he finally knotted and started to cum in her. He ROARED, scaring any wildlife that could have stuck around. His arm slid up her form as they both continued to orgasm, sliding under her back and gluing her to him in a death grip, his other hand still anchored at her hip, making sure she couldn’t jerk away, wanting himself seated in her as deep as possible. He thrust shallowly, but quickly, drawing out his orgasm as he kept shooting in her as deeply as possible. Just when she thought her orgasm was ending she felt him knot in her, and his cum shooting against her cervix, gushing against her g spot and she didn’t even have a second to think before another one was hitting her. She cried out again, a breathless scream. Just as Gerard thought he was done, he felt her clench around him again, and he started shooting all over again. He moaned, grinding his cock into her, hips spasming. Fuck this had never hit him so hard, he’d never felt so fucking good.
He loved her, loved her so much, just as much as she loved him. He didn’t even know how it was possible, but he felt it, all the way into his bones. When they finally stopped coming they still continued to cling to each other, both shivering with release and pleasure neither had ever felt before. (f/n) finally relaxed under him, going limp, and he knew that finally a bit sated from her first round of heat she’d passed out. Gerard hummed into her neck, kissing and licking the spot where her neck met her collar bone, where he knew her bonding gland was, where he would bite her to claim her. She moaned, arching her hips slightly when he did so, and he chuckled softly.