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i like the way you thrill me [teal roots gerard way x alt fem! reader] SUMMARY : while working a night shift at the hot topic in my local mall, the man across the way working at a spencer’s catches my eye. WARNINGS : mentions of some kinda controversial kinks (vom play, blood, piss kinks and power/age play), smut, making out, unprotected sex, teeny tiny age gap (3 years) anal fingering (m! receiving), switch reader and gerard, p in v, drunk sex, mentions of porn and sex toys, smoking, sharing a drink , use of y/n, gerard is kind of a scammer, gerard is kinda cocky in like one part, first person, slight time jump (like an hour), underaged drinking, nothing in the story ties the reader down to one specific body type and/or race, and set in 2005 AN: OMG TY FOR THIS REQUEST ITS SO GOOD AND I LOVED RESEARCHING AND WRITING THIS PLS SEND MOREEE OF 2000s GEE🥹 i looked down at my watch and shook my head, i hate this fucking job. the only reason i was truly working here was to fund my college, and that’s also the only reason i took a gap year. although time out of school has been fun, my 19th birthday was just days ago and i kinda feel like a loser working some shitty retail job and i’m not even in school yet. albeit school would come for me sooner than later, i was still irritated knowing i’d still have to wait. the last few customers were a few teenage girls who came in to make fun of the jewelry we had in stock. the rule was i couldn’t close up until the last customers left the store, no matter how late they stayed… the girls threw around some dark blue socks and made fun of the skull designs on them. “who wears shit like this? a fuckin’ emo or something.” good thing they couldn’t see what was inside of my shoes… (the same goddamn socks.) finally the group of four girls walked up to the counter and a girl who seemed to be the leader of them opened her palm within it lied only one thing; a sparkly purple nail polish in a skull shaped bottle. after almost thirty minutes of goofing off and terrorizing the shop that’s all they decided to get? whatever i guess. “okay, that’ll be 3.50. cash or card ma'am?” she scoffed and handed me a 5 dollar bill. “obviously i’ll be paying in cash” she said. i rested the bottle in a small thin bag that said hot topic. i laid the bag onto the counter and she snatched it. “keep the change.” she said as she turned up her nose and led her posse out of the shop and eventually the mall. i heard their laughter and murmuring dissolve as they left. i let out a sigh of relief. finally i was all alone. now all I had to do was clean up and put everything back where it originally was, that shouldn’t take too long. besides I had a pretty good playlist i burned a few weeks ago just begging to be played. i pulled a dusty cd player connected to a speaker from under the counter and took my cd case out of my pocket. i put the cd into place and pressed play watching as the cd began to spin slowly. the first song to play was angels by within temptation, the best song ever in my opinion. i turned up the volume to the max before i picked up a broom that laid underneath the counter as well. i swept the dust and dander from off of the floor and bobbed my head to the music. the song reverberated over the counter as i swept. i was truly convinced that i was all alone in my wing of the mall, the zumiez next to hot topic was empty as was the wet seal next to the spencer’s, and the spencer’s looked closed. all the lights were off but the metal gate hadn’t been closed. maybe someone just forgot to close it. well when i finish up over here i’ll close it up for ‘em. once i’d completed my sweeping the song came to a close and lucky you by deftones played next. i bent over to grab a dust pan and sweep the contents of the pile into it. when all of a sudden i felt like i heard a whisper. i shrugged it off, it’s probably just something in the song i’d never noticed until now. i wiggled my whole body on beat to the song as i lifted up. i walked toward the back of the shop and threw the dust into the trash can. when i turned no one was there, just as i’d thought. then came the most irritating part, i had to put all the misplaced items back where they belonged. i bent over to pick up some invader zim earrings and place them onto a hook next to dozens of other pairs. that’s when i heard it again. a faint whisper saying something unintelligible over the loud thumping music. but i’d already debunked my original theory, no one’s there with me. but there was a faint smell of a musky cologne, a man’s sweat, vodka and cigarettes lingering in the air. it was nothing too, right? probably some super strong smelling guy from earlier that i missed. i continued trying to convince myself i’m all alone, it’s just in my head and i’m only nervous because it’s way later than i would normally be here. i evenly spread out each pair and straightened them on the hooks making sure no packaging has been broken or anything. the song inevitably closed, so i sighed. the silence would always spook me, especially late at night like this. but then the next song played, my immortal by evanescence. i stood up and backed up to look at the display a little better, when i bumped into something heavy and warm. i whipped around and screamed at the sight, a man in a trench coat over top an all black outfit, pink sunglasses resting on top of his head with ghastly pale skin and teal roots stood their straight faced. “holy shit who are you.” i said nervously, praying he wasn’t someone dangerous. “gerard.” he said with a light smirk as he raised his voice over the music. i was stunned, i knew it, someone was here with me and i wasn’t crazy. “i- uh normally work morning shifts at the spencer’s but those paid shit so i started working nights so I could close n’ stuff.” he added with a huff, still speaking in a loud tone. i nodded at his response, still in shock. “cool gerard, but why the fuck are you creeping around whispering to me?” i asked angrily, yelling at him. he chuckled before making a matter-of-factly statement. “i was comin’ over to say hey but your music’s loud as shit. it’s good though.” he nodded and projected his voice so i could hear him. his voice had the rasp of a smoker, hence the cigarette smell. i rolled my eyes before walking over to the cd player, he trailed behind. once I reached it i paused my music and sighed. “well, uh i’m y/n” i said with a nonchalant shrug. he smiled at me, i smiled back. “nice to meet you” he said with an awkward nod. a thick silence filled between us as the lights inside the hot topic flickered. the only thing that could be heard was the tapping of his foot against the black concrete ground and my breathing. “you seem like you’re pretty much done here. wanna drink with me?” he asked while scratching the back of his head and squinting. “yea sure.” i shrugged. i shut off the lights inside the store and closed the metal gate before locking it and making sure it was closed tight. we crossed over to the spencer’s, it was a tight squeeze throughout the entire store, multiple twists and turns to get to the register before we both reached it. he sighed as we got behind the counter before bending down to grab the bottle and a packet of kool-aid. he screwed the lid off and he poured the red powder into the ¾ths drunken bottle of skyy vodka before he shook it up, his finger plugging the hole to make sure none spilled. once he finished shaking he licked the vodka soaked finger quite sensually. I took a swig and swallowed, instantly i coughed and gagged. this shit was disgusting. “this is so bad” i said as i dry heaved from the burn. “you’re bein’ a big baby, its not that bad” he took a big sip and sighed before having another. after the sips he coughed and cleared his throat. “shit that’s strong.” he spat. i rolled my eyes knowing i proved my point. he took one last swig from the bottle finishing it off before placing it on the counter. he’d already gotten comfortable with me and stripped himself of his coat and glasses, placing them on the floor. he sighed before continuing his previous thought “so seriously you mean to tell me you have never read a single issue of fangoria? you’re a fake emo.” he joked at me. i scoffed at his remark. “sorry i’m not a freak who gets off to blood and shit. i just like to wear black.” i said drunkenly, he laughed. “let’s not bring my kinks into this dude, c'mon.” he said offendedly. i laughed at his remark thinking he was only joking, but as i looked back to him his face was straight and nervous. my laughter died down. i felt bad but that was kinda weird to be honest, who the fuck openly admits they have a blood kink, gross. “uh, d-don’t worry i’m sure they’re not all that gross, right?” i questioned, he laughed uneasily and sighed. “kinda depends on who you’re talkin’ to.” he added. i shifted my weight to the right side of my body as i crossed my arms. “c'mon jus’ tell me dude, i’ll be understanding i promise.” i said with a gauchely smirk. “well, i kinda like some weird shit, like vomit and piss. i’ve always wanted to try fingering too but uh.. yea i just never did that. but the only one i’ve ever really acted out was some age play typa stuff.” he huffed and looked around nervously while he spoke. i was stunned. what the fuck was i supposed to say to some fucked up shit like that. “well, it’s mainly because i matured kinda quick, i was left alone a lot and the sex shop near my house didn’t card. i got into some pretty freaky stuff as a kid.” he said trying to make me not so iffy towards him. “oh that’s crazy.” he looked down at his feet tapping them against the ground before he continued once again. “these days I resell all the weird pornos i bought and stole back then for like triple the value 'cos a lot of 'em got banned.” he tried brushing off everything else he’d just said like it was nothing. i nodded in response. “at least you’re makin’ money dude.” i joke trying to lighten the now intense mood. “well which of your personal big three is the one you wanna try the most, out of the vomit, piss and… fingering?” i added. he laughed anxiously before replying. “uh fingering. it’s tame and i’ve always been too nervous to do it myself y'know.” he spoke intently. yet again, a screaming silence filled the air between us and i sighed trying my hardest to break the awkwardness that was bound to break through, but he said nothing. i looked around, and then at my watch, and at him. his gaze was fixated on his black scribbled converse. time kept passing and it’d been close to five minutes without a single word spoken. the silence wasn’t comfortable. it sat between us like something neither of us wanted to touch. the shop felt too quiet. every deep breath or sniffle seemed louder than it should have been. the almost silent ticking of my watch, the hum of the light above our heads and my own breathing. as he stood across from me he finally looked up and stared at me with firm concentration. i looked away from embarrassment, the longer it went on, the worse it got. my stomach twisted. there were a hundred things that either of us could’ve said, yet neither of us had the guts to say them. then he took a step closer. the gap between us filling with his warm presence. i looked up at him, staring into his droopy hazel eyes. he took one more big step, we were almost touching. he then looked up and down my face as he smiled. i didn’t notice how gorgeous his face was, how his angry eyebrows looked when they relaxed or how his nose was perfectly sloped, I didn’t even notice how the right side of his mouth stayed more stagnant than the other as he smiled. he was pretty. for a second, nothing happened. the distance disappeared and he sighed a heavy sigh. then his lips met mine. they were chapped and harsh upon my moisturized lips, yet his kiss was still soft and gentle. the deep tension that had been building finally cracked. i felt him exhale a nervous laugh against my mouth. i gently pressed my lips against his harder and fed into the passion of the kiss. i felt his mouth open ever so slightly, letting in my wandering tongue. his tongue was thick and firm in my mouth, flicking around and massaging the areas around my tongue and under it. i explored his mouth with mine tapping and spinning against his dancing tongue. his hands wandered from his sides to the bottom of my ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled away from the kiss to bite my bottom lip, his eyes still closed as mine shot open. after a second of him chewing at my lip i relaxed and fizzled into the sensation therefore closing my eyes again. i ran my soft hands up his heavy stature. stroking his sides as he tongued my inner cheek. i moaned out quietly as he squeezed tighter, and he groaned lightly as my hands came to his chest. suddenly he broke the kiss and smiled. his lips were shiny with our mixed saliva and mine were plump and pinkening from his bites. he moved my hands from his chest to his ass, breaking no eye contact. his tired eyes were so gorgeous as they were smudged with a black eyeliner and a very faint white glitter eyeshadow rubbed over his lid. my hands lightly kneaded at the soft skin that resided on his round ass. he let out a groan, still his eye contact didn’t falter. his mouth fell open as i felt him from the back. i pressed my lips up against his again before our mouths began to intertwine yet again. as i explored his ass with different pressures his kisses became weaker and weaker. “fuck” he whispered as our lips were still conjoined. my movements became more precise as i found the areas that made him the most feeble. i slid my hands down the back of his pants, once again he broke the kiss and gasped. “what are you doing?” he asked frantically, his gaze dashed from either of my eyes as his chest heaved up and down. “trust me” i add, out of breath and confident. “o-okay” he sputtered out as my hands made their way to the band of his black tommy hilfiger boxers. he sighed as he felt my fingers roam his bare ass sluggishly, he pressed his forehead against mine and swallowed a thick lump that rested in his throat. “i trust you y/n, i trust you.” he said, his voice was shaky and impatient. i pulled my hand out of his pants to lick my middle finger, once it was appropriately lubricated i slipped my finger back into his pants. i rubbed my wet finger along his tight hole. he whimpered at the sensation my finger had, simply teasing the outside. his eyes fluttered softly before closing and his hands went from my ass up to rest on my shoulders, his arms loosely crossed around my neck as his knees grew weak. while i rubbed the exterior of his tight hole I asked “gerard, have you ever thought about putting, maybe a dildo up here?” i said calmly. his voice is soft and insecure as he replies “i’ve thought about it, but i’m too scared.” i smiled in response. “maybe next time, huh?” he giggled in a jittery fashion before going back to focusing on my fingers teasing him. his breath hitched as he felt me slowly enter the tip of my finger. “oh fuck.” he groaned. my fingertip was fully encapsulated in the warmth and eagerness of his hole. “how’s that feel?” i teasingly asked. he began to chuckle before it was cut off by a moan. i took that as a sign to continue. his hole throbbed as i pushed the entirety of my middle finger inside of him. i watched as the corners of his eyes dripped tears. he clenched his jaw before he let out a high pitched whimper. i wiggled my finger around in search of his prostate, without any words he let me know that i’d found it. his knees buckled inward slightly and he let out a symphony of moans as i massaged his hypersensitive area. he opened his eyes to meet mine, they were glossy and red as he moaned for me. “don’t stop” he said in a tone barely audible. i sped up the movement of my fingers ever so slightly and he almost fell back. “holy fuck” he spit out as his firm stance wobbled. his legs were turning into jello as i felt him from the inside. “honestly y/n, i’m gonna cum inside my pants. you gotta s-stop.” he managed to get out as i massaged slower and slower. our foreheads disjointed from one another, his was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed red as i pulled my finger out from inside of him. he sighed a sigh of relief as my fingers came completely out of him. i pulled my finger up close to our faces and inspected it, my finger had been covered in sticky wetness and we stared at it together. “taste it baby.” i said, keeping my tone tantalizing and ever so sensual. he complied, his lips wrapped around my finger and he worked his tongue over the entirety of it. he sucked harshly making sure to get all of his uncongealed creams. he swallowed his juices mixed with my spit and he smiled. i looked down at the area between the two of us to see his fully erect cock rub against me. he looked at it too and raised his eyebrows. “you wanna fuck?” he asked, completely unafraid. i smiled and shook my head in agreement. “get up on the counter.” his voice was demanding and firm. i felt myself growing wetter as i sat next to the empty glass bottle. his arms wrapped around my neck yet again and he sighed before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black denim jeans. he pulled out his leaky, throbbing cock before barking his instructions at me. “c'mon lemme see your pussy baby.” i obviously listened and pulled my black yoga pants to the floor and my lacy pink thong quickly afterward. he groaned in pleasure at the sight. his angry red cock was begging for friction of some kind, so he wasted little to no time. he shoved himself inside of me with little to no warning. his thrusts instantly started, rough and quick. i gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure his thick and long dick gave me. my hands gripped and scratched at his clothed back as he thrust into me making the bottle next to me shake. my legs went limp from the sheer amount of pressure his cock placed upon my g-spot. “oh my god, deeper gerard.” i screamed out, my body begging to feel every single inch this man had to give. his thrusts were concise and rhythmic. his dick reached areas i didn’t even know i had. and his speed was unlike any other man i’d felt in my lifetime. i tried my hardest to contain my screams of pleasure but they clawed their way out of my throat from the pits of my stomach forcing me to whimper and moan in ecstasy. his forearms flexed with every thrust as they rested on my shoulders. i watched the veins pop and abate quickly as he pumped himself deeper inside my ever so destitute hole. the only sounds that could be heard throughout the mall at this hour was normally the hum of the lights and the wind whipping against the building. but tonight those sounds were drowned out by skin slapping, gerard’s heavy breaths and groans, wet squelches inside of me and my pornographic moans. the sounds all mixed together in a lustful fashion, echoing through the east wing of the mall. “shit y/n, your pussy’s too good.” he said out of breath trying to contain himself from going completely insane. his deep and raspy groans bedraggled as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. i quietly giggled when i looked at his face, it was sweaty and red. his black and teal hair stuck to his forehead and the peaks of his cheeks. my back arched as if my body had been controlled by an outside source. my moans turned into high pitched cries for mercy as gerard hammered himself as deep as possible inside of me. “oh fuck- i-i can’t stop!” i begged as he made my face scrunch. “take it baby, take it.” he whispered in a rough tone. my breathing became more uneven as his thrusts became quicker and less like they were following a certain pattern. “i’m gonna cum gerard.” i squealed while gasping for air. he smiled menacingly and he tightened his arms around my neck pulling me closer to him. “do that shit baby, cum on my cock.” he encouraged. gerard clenched his teeth as he felt my pussy squeeze him hard, my eyes rolled back and i felt like i couldn’t breathe from the euphoria i felt. my orgasm came in crashing waves as my fluids dripped from inside of me onto the counter. gerard followed seconds after, his moans sounded that of a girl. i could feel his cock throbbing angrily inside of me as he expelled his cum deep inside of me. his moans got higher as he fucked the both of us through our intense orgasms. he took a second before pulling out. the two of us watched as his cock softened. then he began situating his pants and belt back to their original positions. “y'good?” he asked, slightly out of breath and tired. i nodded. he picked up my pants and panties off of the floor before helping me put them back on. i hopped off the counter and stretched, my watch caught my eye and i instantly remembered. “holy shit it’s 12am, the fuckin’ mall closed two hours ago.” I said in a state of panic. gerard scurried to find some cleaning solutions to clean our mutual mess off the counter and hide his empty bottle. i grabbed my things and hurried for the door, not before giving gerard a goodbye kiss of course. “i’ll see you tomorrow night, and maybe we’ll meet up or somethin’ on break” he said as he watched me walk out. i nodded and waved him goodbye he watched me walk away before continuing to clean. the only thing on his mind was how excited he was for tomorrow to come and the song 'isn’t she lovely’ by stevie wonder.