Please Don't Take This Out On Me

Gerard took my hand and led me onto the dancefloor. It was incredibly busy; mostly with men grinding onto women while they kissed and groups of people lip synching and giggling. It was absolute insanity but my slightly drunk brain didn't care.
I twirled around and giggled as I looked onto the celing. It was spinning violently but I didn't care. Once I felt nauseous enough to stop, I could see that Gerard was staring right at me with something that can only be described as lust in his eyes. I could tell he wanted me. Bad.
"Frankie-" he smirked. "Come to daddy." I threw myself at him; giggling. "I d-don't have a d-daddy. H-he g-gave m-me up." Gerard ran a hand through my hair and pulled my head up to face him.
"I'm your daddy, sugar." His lips grazed my earlobe and I whined a bit. "D-daddies don't take their k-kids to the b-bar." Gerard laughed a bit and stroked my hair again. "Thats true... But I'm a different kind of daddy. I'm gonna make my baby feel good."
Those words, despite my drunkness, sent a shiver down my spine. "Wh-who's your baby?" I asked; genuinely confused. Gerard lowered his head to look me in the eyes and state the one word I was not expecting, but was excited to hear. "You."
His hands gripped my waist and be began to grind himself against me, and I let out a couple of loud moans as my member started to rise. "G-Gerard-" "Yes, baby?" He purred and my jeans got painfully tight.
"F-fuck-" "Have another drink, it'll help." He smirked and handed me a bottle of something that he somehow managed to prodouce out of nowhere. I chugged it down eagerly and my head started to hurt. "Geeee I'm so dizzy!" I squealed. "Want to get out of here, my baby?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and crashed my lips to his.
No matter what was about to happen, I had a feeling I'd regret it in the morning.

Notes

i already think i know how to end it and you guys are gonna come after me with pitchforks...