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My Alter Ego @concealisluvr

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˗ˏˋ ᯓ COLD HEARTED GIRL .ᐟ.ᐟ — conceal

conceal x reginacoded!reader , rodrick heffley x regina george inspired , early2000’s core, inspired by eminem & christina aguilera at the mtv awards show

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the tension between popstars y/n y/l/n & ryan demma, otherwise known as 'antihumanform' to his fans, all started when ryan made a shady comment towards y/n in an interview with mtv and his bandmates, known as the group 'boylife'.

ryan slouched deeper into his chair, fiddling with the hoops on his jeans and tilting his head back like he couldn't care any less about the interview they were doing. it was something that boylife's manager hated him for. as much as he was pr trained, he was the only one in the group who never listened. that was until your name was bought up.

his ears perked up at the sound of it, and he was quickly engaged in whatever conversation was going on.

"so tell me, would you ever collab with her? the fans are dying to know. with you guys and y/n both hitting top 10's in just two weeks with your new albums, do you think a collab would potentially be the next step to winning an award?" the interviewer asked.

"well yes, our manager actually-" hollis started, eager to answer the question with a smile on his face. but not before ryan could cut him off with a blunt, "no."

the room got quiet suddenly, the person behind the camera raising an eyebrow and zooming the camera in on ryan's face before the interviewer asked, "would you care to elaborate on that ryan? it seems like you haven't said a word this whole time but suddenly this topic sparks your interest."

his bandmates looked at him, and nate was widening his eyes almost as if telling him 'don't make this worse, this is going to be on live television'. but that never stopped ryan. in fact, he lived for the drama.

"well i mean boylife makes actual music," he said with a lazy smirk on his face, sitting up straighter now, "we make songs with meaning, we dance with meaning. we're very passionate about what we do. we don't sing about "getting our heart broke and crying on the bathroom floor"." he said, raising two fingers and putting air quotes around the last sentence.

the interviewers eyebrows perked up at this and he leaned forward, elbows now planted on the table. he knew this was gonna make headlines in less than 24 hours. 'ryan demma and y/n y/l/n: what's the tension?'

"so what your saying is, y/n doesn't actually make music?" the interviewer asks with a wide grin on his face. he was definitely making money off of this interview.

ryan looked off to the side where he saw roman shaking his head and letting out a low sigh. the question didn't phase ryan though, and he looked back at the interviewer, giving a half shrug, "she dances around in pink and glitter like the world is all rainbows and unicorns and bullshit," ryan chuckles to himself, clearly amused with his statement,

"mmm but she's pretty hot though." he smirked yet again and felt roman's elbow quickly jab into his rib, 'ow!'. he smacked roman's arm and let out a wince as he rubbed on his side.

the topic of conversation quickly shifted after, his bandmates obviously aware of the damage ryan had just caused and quickly trying to cover it up with literally anything else. but ryan knew what he did, he wanted this, and he just lazily slouched back in his chair again, corners of his mouth tilting up.

over the next couple of weeks, you responded to all headlines and questions asked about ryan's statement with a certain tone that stated you just didn't care. you knew where you stood on the rank to rising pop stars, you weren't about to let some loser ruin your chance. you were the people's princess after all, so you had to remain one.

you even went as far as saying one day, "i don't really think screaming into a microphone so much to the point where people don't understand what your saying, over a beat that has so much potential is called music. but hey, let em' think what they wanna think." you simply shrugged, then giggled when the interviewer mouthed an 'i agree' behind the camera.

ryan remembers when the interview popped up on the tv, he instantly sat up on the couch besides his friends and turned up the volume to the tv. he was starting to get upset at your lack of interest, i mean after all he did this to get a reaction from you. and as much as he didn't want to admit it-

"dude, you have a crush on her." he heard one of his friends say, snapping him out of his trance. the rest of them nodded in unison.

"what? no i don't," ryan quickly defended, trying to come across as nonchalant but sounding anything other than that, "clearly, she's in love with me. it's not the other way around." ryan mumbled, clearly annoyed at his friends dumb, but honest statement. he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the couch again.

hollis let out a laugh, "yeah whatever you say man."

it had been the same for weeks following. ryan would say something to try and get a reaction out of you, and you'd say something back that'd bruise his ego ten times worse than whatever he said. he'd get to you sooner or later.

4 months later, mtv awards had finally arrived. one of the awards were 'best boy band of the year', and you were coincidentally given the opportunity to present this. you knew that boylife was one of the nominees, so the possibility of being face to face with the boy who'd started all this drama was honestly very exciting to you. you'd been anticipating this moment as much as you hated to admit it.

the cheers erupted as you walked onto stage, camera lights blinded you, the big screen capturing your beautiful features as you smiled and walked across the stage, waving at the camera and the crowd.

the audience finally died down and you finally spoke into the mic, "hey new york city!" the people cheered again.

seated in the crowd, ryan scoffed and threw his head back, "booooo! i'm fucking bored." which people obviously couldn't hear over all the cheer that you were receiving. but nate did, and he smacked the back of ryan's head with his hand.

"what? these people are cheering for her for no reason. all she said was hi." he grumbled, rubbing his hand over his buzzed head and turning his attention back to you.

"let's get this shit over with." he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.

"i'm here to present the mtv music video award for best boy band of the year, a category that matters most in inspiring the youth and making good music." the bands that were nominated appeared on the screen above you. you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when boylife appeared on the screen, which the camera picked up on, ryan front and center of the picture with the rest of the band members on either side of him.

the camera in the room cuts to ryan and the rest of his bandmates. ryan's already nodding, waving at you on stage with a smug tilt to his mouth, while hollis shakes his head beside him. the crowd erupted into cheers and you rolled your eyes, not being able to contain the bright smile that appeared on your face.

"the bands presented here on the screen today all worked hard for their nominations, but only one is going home tonight with an award worth millions." you spoke into the mic.

the crowd began to quiet down as you opened the envelope which held the winner of the nomination inside. "and the winner for best boy band of the year is..."

the crowd waits for the answer, and you let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh into the mic as you read what's inside. "interesting. boylife!" the crowd erupts, jumping out of their chairs and you grin, placing down the envelope on the stand and giving your own applause along with the crowd.

the camera pans back to the band, who excitingly jump to their feet and exit the row they were seated in, making their way to the stage.

ryan eagerly makes his way to you first, looking down at you and letting the same smirk you've seen on tv fall onto his lips. you hand him the award, which he accepts quickly, but not without pulling you in by your waist for a hug. the crowd cheers and you hear him whisper into your ear, "hey princess."

you pull away and playfully shove at his chest, rolling your eyes and stepping back to let the band do their speech. all excitement and giggles, they all each try to talk into the mic at the same time which makes the crowd laugh and their manager shake his head with a soft smile on his lips.

ryan speaks first, "well uh, it's not everyday you receive a platinum award with your best friends since high school." the crowd cheers, and ryan looks back at his friends who smile at him and pat him on the back.

"i wanna say thank you to mtv, thank you to our manager, our producer," he looks down at the award and fidgets with it in his hands, as if it wasn't real, "we worked real hard for this. no sleep, no breaks. hell no time to actually hang out and do something fun. so yeah... thank you."

he looked off to the side where you stood and the smirk appeared on his lips once again, "and i almost forgot," you raised your eyebrow and tilted your head at him, "thanks to this princess right here. she's been keeping me on my toes, i don't like having to chase after what i want, but it keeps me motivated."

the crowd screamed louder than they had all night, and the camera cut to you nodding and trying to hide a smile, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you held your head down. you looked off to the side, trying to maintain your nonchalance.

as ryan backed away from the mic to let his band mates give their own speech, he glanced at you, waiting for any type of reaction. after all, he did all of this to get under your skin. it was pleasurable to him.

all throughout the night, ryan kept his flirtatious act on. when you performed, he fake fainted into the arms of roman, who rolled his eyes and chuckled at his best friends actions. he even went as far as blowing a kiss towards the stage when you accepted your own award for 'best arising female pop artist', which the camera caught once again.

so nobody could be surprised when a month later, paparazzi pictures appeared on the front page of 'people' magazine with ryans arms wrapped around your waist in the back of the venue him and his band were performing at.

your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands fisting at whatever hair you could hold onto. both of your lips were crashed onto each others, clearly in the middle of a heated and very horny kiss.

in the second picture presented on the magazine, one of his hands had slipped down to the bottom of your mini skirt, thankfully nothing under was shown and one of your hands had slid down to where his boxers had peaked out of his very sagged pants. it was clear that both of you had no idea you were being photographed.

the headline read 'ryan demma and y/n y/l/n: are we interrupting?'

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a/n sorry for my lack of posts! i’ve been so behind in school work and was so stressed out, but i’m doing better now and i’m getting back into writing ;)

[2conceal22]

so like why is there no xaviersobased fics

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HIGH @ 11:47. - natesib

in which you and your boyfriend, nate, become needy for eachother after sharing a blunt

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you watched as your boyfriend, nate, lit his second blunt that night. you assisted him in the studio as he worked on making new beats, and for him to focus and reach a proper flow state, he needed weed.

you guys had been there for hours now. somewhere in between his friends — hollis and ryan — stopped by to help him come up with some lyrics to go along with the beat, conversed with you a bit, then left.

now, it was just you two alone again. and you felt tension. you didn’t know what it was, besides from the fact that nate hadn’t even touched you all day. normally, you wouldn’t mind. he was obviously working and focused. but it was something in the weed you both shared that made you feel this way.

you watched as the light from his lighter lit up his face and enhanced his features, how his jaw flexed as he took his first drag of the blunt. how his long, veiny hand reached up to grab the blunt from in between his lips, then he exhaled the smoke. it all happened in slow motion for you. he looked so sexy like this, and it was only making you wetter.

you clenched your thighs together and tried to distract yourself by going on your phone. you read the time ‘11:47’, and let out a soft sigh.

‘what?’ nate said groggily, letting out another exhale of smoke. he looked at you with low, red eyes. his legs were spread apart, and his grey sweats left you with the tortured imagination of what was underneath.

‘y/n.’ you snapped out of your trance and looked up at him now, then shook your head. he raised his eyebrows at you, then patted his lap. ‘c’mere, baby.’

you stood up slowly, then walked towards him. ‘sit.’ he said softly, and you obeyed, placing your thighs on either side of his lap, then wrapping your arms around his neck. he took another drag of his blunt before holding it up to your mouth, offering you a pull.

‘it’s okay baby i’m good. the first blunt was enough for me.’ you laughed softly and nate smiled at you before putting out the blunt on an ashtray next to his laptop.

he leaned up and placed soft kisses on your neck, slid his hands down from your waist, and gripped your ass giving it a soft squeeze. you let out a soft sigh as he left his soft, wet kisses all over.

‘i see you lookin at me baby. your not good at hiding it.’ he mumbled against your neck.

the next thing you remembered was him telling you to get on your knees. everything was a daze.

his hand fists your hair, and he yanked your head down towards his lap. his dick already sprang free from his sweats, pre cum leaking down his swollen tip. ‘cmon baby. you wanted this dick so bad, so show me.’ he muttered low. his eyes flickered toward the blunt he put out a couple minutes before. he picked it up, put it in between his lips, lighting it, then took a pull, all while he watched you go down on him.

your tongue licked him from his underside, all the way up to his tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, and he inhaled sharply, one hand gripping your hair and the other holding his blunt in between two fingers. the smoke filled the room slowly, and you inhaled the scent of the weed through your nose. it all was so overwhelming, and it made you wetter — needier.

you took him into your mouth fully now, your cheeks hollowed as you suck. one hand wrapped around his base, stroking whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. saliva dripped down your chin as you hummed around him, the vibration making him throw his head back and shove your head down further, making you gag.

‘fuuuck baby,’ he let out a groan, ‘take all of it.’

you pulled back just enough to breathe, strings of spit connecting from your mouth to his cock. he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie, grabbed your by the throat, and kissed you.

‘wanna ride me, pretty girl?’ he murmured, a small smirk swiping across his face when you nodded desperately.

you climbed into nate’s lap, pulled your panties to the side, and slid down his length. you both let out loud moans, your fingers gripped his hair and one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass while his other bought his blunt back up to his mouth.

you couldn’t help but whine at the discomfort of the small chair you both sat it, you thighs burned but you couldn’t help it. you just needed him. so you kept going.

nate gazed up at you after blowing smoke from his mouth, his jaw falling slack as you bounced up and down, then switched your pace to slowly rolling your hips over his lap. ‘mm fuck baby. you ride me so good. wanted it so bad, hm?’

you bit your lip and whimpered, nodding. ‘needed this so bad nate. needed you all day while you were workin baby.’ you slowed down now, your legs giving out. but nate wasn’t done.

he pulled you down against his chest, one arm wrapped tight around you waist, his other hand moving to put the blunt down then snaking up into your hair. ‘let me do the work baby. let me give you all the attention you deserve.’ he mumbled against your ear.

your tits spilled free from the tank top you wore, and he latched on to one of your nipples. ‘oh f-fu-‘ you moaned out loud as he started fucking up into you.

‘shit nate. just like that baby.’ you moaned into his ear. he kept up his pace, letting out soft whimpers against your skin, inhaling your scent.

‘i’m gonna cum baby. cum with me please- fuck!’ he groaned when you clenched your pussy around him. you rolling your hips against him now, trying to chase your high and help him catch his.

you guys both came together, your head in nuzzled in his neck, letting out soft whines, and his head in your chest.

he leaned up to kiss you, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

‘damn what was in that weed ryan gave us..’ he said as he leaned back against the chair and fanned his face. you laughed and realized the situation you guys were in now. the room was hot, no air conditioning, and the room was still filled with smoke.

‘you have to stop smoking his shit. last time you woke up on a mattress in his pool.’

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a/n why dis mad freaky im cryn son. im also ovulating but… hello there! did you miss me? cause i missed you ;) i’m gonna start posting more soon too so stay tuned xo

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PSTAR. - conceal

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pornstar!ryan started off small. he had only one hundred followers, which was good enough for him. he didn’t want to be noticed by his fans, he just wanted the extra money & some fun.

he made short videos, the longest being 5 minutes, and uploaded them on onlyfans. the videos consisted of him jerking off in his bed, in the shower, in his mirror, or even recording himself humping his pillow. even though he had such little fans, they paid good amounts of money to see this stuff.

you could always hear his tiny whimpers and the way his breathing sped up when he was about to cum behind the camera.

one day, he was scrolling through twitter when he came across you. you were beautiful, and best of all a pornstar just like him. the video he came across was short, it was a clip of you holding your phone up in your mirror playing with your tits. you squeezed them together and bit your lip, then teasingly trailed your hand down your stomach. your fingertips toyed with your underwear, and as you were just about to slide your hand in, the video ended.

ryan felt himself get hard fast. he needed more. he clicked on your twitter profile and saw you had a link for onlyfans in your bio, so he quickly clicked it & followed you.

to unlock your videos, it was only 25 dollars. so he of course did it. he unlocked every single one. there was at least 18 videos and a couple photos. there was some of you by alone, using a toy on yourself or teasingly running your hands along your body. there was also some of you with pornstars, some of whom he’s seen before.

he watched as they fucked you senseless, and all night he found himself fisting at his hard dick, watching as your tits bounced when you rode some guys dick, or as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you were about to cum. he listened to your soft moans and whimpers and milked himself dry as he neared the end of the last video he payed for.

he couldn’t help but reach out by the end of the night.

you woke up the next morning to a new follow on your only fans account, and a follow & dm from instagram. you were a famous pornstar obviously, so you were used to this. but what you weren’t used to though, was a text from a singer, asking to collab.

@ antihumanform hey i know this might be weird but i make content too and was wondering if you wanna collab? if not it’s cool

@ antihumanform i know i seem like a regular dude but i followed you on onlyfans and im also on there too if you wanna check me out. i dont show my face but i promise its me lol

@ antihumanform but hey lmk how u feel and we could go from there

the text after that included the name of his onlyfans account, so you took in what he said and did check him out. the videos you came across almost made you feel bad. his pathetic setup and moans almost made you giggle, and he never did collab with anyone, so you would be the first.

you thought about it though. he did have a huge dick, bigger than anyone you’d ever collabed with, and after viewing his instagram and giving him a follow back on there too, you realized how amazingly handsome he was. his eyes were captivating, his buzzed hair fit him so perfectly.

you listened to a few of his songs, they were okay just not your style. in the next hour, you learned enough about him to agree and send him a text back, including what day you were free to make a video together, and your personal number. he sent a text to you in the next minute. desperate, you thought.

since you both lived in la, it was easy to get together. you guys both agreed to film in a hotel though, somewhere discreet. he paid for your uber there, and the hotel stay.

it feels natural when the camera starts recording. it didn’t feel fake when he teased you with his warm breath over your wet, throbbing cunt, sliding in two of his long fingers. it didn’t feel like an act as you tried your hardest to grip against his buzzed hair or anything around you really as he feasted on your clit like it was his last meal ever.

when he heard your soft moans and your quiet, ‘right there ryan’ as you whimpered, he rutted his hips into the sheets, longing for release along with you.

it really didn’t feel fake when he made you cum harder than you’d ever had before.

he lifted his head up from between your thighs and let out a heavy breath, wiping his mouth that glistened with your juices, before leaning down and giving you a sloppy kiss.

his small amount of viewers envy you. they wanted to be you. wanted to be the first person he would do this with. they watched. watched as he folded your legs into your chest and thrusted his dick into you at a slow pace, testing the waters. it was a tight fit, but you never felt more full, and you fucking loved it.

he’s barely one thrust in and your already cumming around him, leaving long red scratches along his back as you cried out for him to ‘keep going’. he hooked his arms around the bottom of your spine, bringing you up to meet his soft lips in a greedy kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth as it fought over dominance against yours. you guys both groaned into each others mouths, hot and heavy, and that paired with the way he was fucking you was enough to have you cum again.

he fucked you like he was in love and hated you at the same time. he has you spread out beneath him, teasing, until your clawing at him begging for more. he chuckled as he silenced your whines by thrusting his cock in hard, making your mouth fall open and grip at his bicep.

he flips you over and places his hand at the bottom of your back, making you arch. once he slid back in, he thrusted his hips into you faster than before, grabbing you by your hair and making you look into one of the cameras recording. ‘tell them how much you love my dick baby’ and you did.

you barely made sense though. it was hot, and drove ryan closer to the edge, seeing how good he was fucking you, enough to make you so fucked out you couldn’t even speak a proper sentence. he groaned and let go of your hair, letting you drop your head back into the pillow.

he threw his head back and let out a moan, then looked back down and gave a quick smack to your ass before panting out, ‘i’m about to cum’. and you both came together.

once you both came down from your highs, you crawled between his legs and wrapped your plump lips around him. he was sure he met god in that moment. the way you bobbed your head up and down and let him thrust into your mouth without stopping. his grip on your head and his loud moans as he threw his head back against the pillow made you clench around nothing.

then the camera turns off, and he watched as your chest rose up and down. he wrapped his arm around you cautiously, afraid that if he overstepped boundaries, you would hate him. but you just scoot closer to him, letting out a soft sigh and nuzzling your head into his chest. he might’ve been in love.

the video blew up, and you both earned money and a lot of views. people begged you to collab with him again. and some people recognized his face, it appeared a few times in the video unblurred.

people posted about it all over twitter and tiktok, speculating that the mystery guy in your video was ryan, a known singer and close friend of 2hollis and the group boylife. the screenshots of his face were clear, and they all definitely knew now. some people were against it, calling him a slut and an embarrassment to the group, but they clearly didn’t watch the video.

ryan’s friends teased him about it when he finally confessed. it was definitely the story of the internet for awhile, but ryan wasn’t ashamed. in fact he wanted more.

he started posting more videos with you, fucking you in the shower, on top of your kitchen counter, against your mirror. he didn’t plan on stopping.

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a/n developed a third eye for pornstar!ryan recently. hope you guys enjoyed, i actually enjoyed writing this fic sm! :3

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PARTY4U .ᐟ - rommulas

in which after being ghosted by roman, you threw a party to take your mind off of it, secretly hoping he would come. by the end of the night, you have a strong realization that none of what you and him shared was real.

warnings angst, cheating, smut 18+

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you were never really the type to care for relationships. too busy with modeling gigs or work from online school. these things overwhelmed you, and to have a relationship would just be a distraction and make you fall behind.

you lived by yourself in beverly hills, a nice place overlooking the hills proudly paid off by your father - a congressman for the state of california. to say you had it easy was an understatement.

you took advantage of it sometimes. though you had modeling and school to worry about, your bestfriend that you modeled alongside with always found a way to convince you to throw a ‘tiny’ party because your house was the ‘perfect party house’, that always ended up with a three-way happening in your guest bedroom, or people that you didn’t even know passed out on your couch the next morning. beside from being la’s top model, you were now known as la’s best partythrower. you had to admit though, you loved it.

you loved it mostly because that’s how you met roman. one humid saturday night, you danced with your friends in the middle of your spacious living room. you were drunk and it felt like everything was blurred and moving in slow motion. at one point, you looked across the room and saw him.

roman was standing amongst his friends. you’d recognized him because of his friend, hollis, who had recently blown up because of his song ‘jeans.’ but what made it so special was the fact that out of everyone in the room who was obnoxiously loud and yelling in your ear, he was the only one who caught your attention. the only one who wasn’t blurred in a crowded room full of dancing drunk people. it was like it was only you and him in that moment.

that night, you confidently walked up to him. your eyes were low from all the liquor you consumed, and your hips had a certain sway to them that didn’t go unnoticed by all the other guys you passed.

roman saw you and dismissed him friends, who quickly and thankfully read the room when they saw your small figure standing behind them. as they walked away to occupy themselves elsewhere, roman stood up straight and walked closer to you, closing the distance between you two.

that night ended in a passionate kiss, a follow on instagram, and his phone number. and ever since then, you’d been attached.

you didn’t know what it was about him that made him so desirable. different from the rest of the guys who had been left on delivered in your dm’s waiting for a turn. whatever it was, you didn’t mind the distraction that you so long ago didn’t want at all.

in the beginning, you and him spent a lot of time together. he always invited you to hangouts with his friends, pop up shows in la, for a late night drive. but then, he started to change. you wanted to do everything with roman, but he was always ‘busy’. busy at the studio making beats, busy planning a tour, busy making lyrics. he was never too busy to fuck though, which you never took too much into consideration. what you wanted to do the most though, was make things between you two official.

it’d been months since you guys first met each other. six to be exact. and when you expressed your feelings to your bestfriend about it, she explained that 6 months is way too long for a ‘talking stage’. so that same night, you bought it up to roman.

he’d came over hoping to relieve ‘stress’ from all the stuff that had been consuming him. pulling him away from you. and that night, the sex felt different. not different in a good way, that felt way too good to not make you overthink. it was the type of sex that felt like the last time.

he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, ‘your so perfect baby’ ’the best i’ve ever had’, gripped you tight against his chest as you rode him.

‘fuck i love you y/n.’ he panted as you both pulled away from a breathless kiss. it’d honestly caught you off guard so much to the point where you stopped aggressively rolling your hips onto him, trying to chase your high. that was something he never said.

‘wha..’ you started to question quietly, but roman quickly flipped you over and thrusted into you hard and rough before you could even form a sentence. you moaned out loud and arched your back.

‘fuck roman i love you too.’ you said somewhere between a gasp and a moan. you’d been so caught up in the pleasure that you didn’t care what came out of your mouth at that point. he was fucking you way too good to even form a thought.

he leaned down to bury his face in between your neck and you moved your head more to the side to give him more room and leave sloppy, wet kisses. he bit onto your earlobe and panted, ‘you’ll never forget me baby. never forget the way i fucked you just like this, right?’ he said breathlessly.

you just nodded, not taking his words into thought and your mouth fell agape when you felt roman’s hand slide down to rub your clit.

‘fuck roman just like that’ you moaned out and gripped his long, black locks, making him let out a hiss and fuck you harder.

‘cum for me y/n’ he said it so possessively and it drove you over the edge. that night, he made you come harder than he ever did before.

he kissed you and moaned into your mouth as he came shortly after, then rolling over afterwards, reaching for your nightstand and grabbing the blunt he’d rolled before, lighting it. he took a long drag of it before inhaling and blowing the smoke out into the atmosphere of your room.

you guys had been tangled in your sheets for awhile, passing the blunt back and forth between you two before you finally gained the courage to bring up a ‘relationship’.

‘roman?’ you said his name with a sort of fear laced in your voice.

he hummed, meaning he was waiting for a response.

‘why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend?’ you looked at him dead in his face now and you swore you saw dread wash over his face. he just shrugged before leaning over to put out the blunt with your nightstand and sitting up.

‘i mean i thought what we had now was pretty solid. wouldn’t wanna ruin it..’ he started.

now you were fidgeting with your soft sheets, looking down and avoiding all types of eye contact with him. this is exactly what you didn’t wanna hear, and it was disappointing.

‘you know i’ve been busy y/n. i can’t sit here and commit to a relationship right now.’ you just nodded along with his words, and he looked at you waiting for a response.

he reached over to move a piece of your hair away from your face and grab you by your chin to make you look at him. ‘what’s wrong?’ he questioned. but you didn’t know what else to say at that point. you didn’t want to say anything else that’ll drive him away. little did you know.

so for now, you just gave a soft smile and shook your head. ‘nothing ro. forget i asked.’ and he smiled back at you, pulling you in for another kiss, and fucking you one last time until the night was over.

when you woke up the next morning, roman was gone. all of his stuff was gone, his phone, clothes. and he’d been gracious enough to clean the ash from his blunt last night off of your nightstand. it was weird though, because usually roman texted and said he’d left so you’d see it in the morning. but you woke up to nothing. you didn’t think much of it, until texts started piling on top of eachother.

it’d been a week. no access to roman, no one around you talked about him. it was killing you. you knew he saw your texts too, because despite blocking and unfollowing you on instagram, your messages were still being delivered.

so you had an idea. an idea to throw the biggest party yet. invite celebrities, top influencers, your modeling friends, anyone in the la area. you had your best friend make a flyer, and she was suspicious of your sudden moves to throw this party. it was always her idea to throw the parties. but she did it anyway, of course asking if everything was okay first.

roman was obviously gonna see this flyer. everyone was posting it, it had been printed and put all around the poles of hollywood blvd. it wasn’t easy to miss.

that night, everyone showed up and the crowd piled quickly. you knew you would get in trouble with your father, but in the moment all that mattered was him. roman. seeing him once again, at a party, not as big as this one, but just how you had met.

you wanted to catch his eyes on yours across the room again, feel the same feeling of confidence when you strolled over to him and started your story. you got super drunk that night, your bestfriend even told you to slow down.

but you ignored her pleas, tugging your arm away from hers when she tried to stop you from taking your almost hundredth shot of the night. ‘god leave me alone.’ you huffed and almost tripped over your heels when you walked away from her, and she did leave you alone, but for the rest of the night, she watched you unfold.

she watched as you’d been disappointed everytime someone walked through the door, she didn’t know who you were waiting for. she’d watch when you looked up at a guy snaking his arm around your waist, a sparkle of hope in your eye that quickly turned into disgust when you realized it wasn’t him. it was all because of him.

he didn’t come to your party. he always came to them after you guys met, and this one, your biggest one yet, he didn’t come through.

you opened your phone as you sat by the pool that night, wishing to escape from your thoughts, only to be met with something you wished you never came across.

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your phone shook in your hands as you swiped back and forth between the two attached photos. you scrolled through the comments hoping to find the mystery woman, and when you found her, fuck was she beautiful.

so this is why he blocked you, this is why he didn’t come, you thought. tears began to fill your eyes and you felt your throat begin to tighten as you viewed her page. she had a few posts up of roman dating all the way back to 4 months ago. that was after you guys met. in the photos, roman had a bright smile on his face, or his hand around her waist.

just when you thought you’d saw enough, there was another post of them, but it dated back to a year ago. how could you have been so fucking stupid? how did you not see the signs? so this whole time they were together?

the thoughts filled your mind uncontrollably and your heart squeezed in your chest as you finally swiped out of instagram and closed your phone. you felt a tear finally slip out of your eye.

at this point, you weren’t even sad anymore. just angry. you got up quickly and stormed back inside, met with your best friend who was looking for you for the past ten minutes. you stormed past her and knocked her in her shoulders, making her look at you with a shocked expression before catching up to you.

you grabbed the nearest drink on your kitchen counter and downed it, almost choking. it was all too much. you needed to forget.

your friend grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, seeing your now smudged makeup from your tears, your mascara trailing down your cheeks. she decided then the party was over.

that night you cried uncontrollably to her. you sobbed into her shoulders as you whimpered out, ‘he said he loved me’ numerous times. all she could do was console you at this point.

she rubbed your back as you threw up in your toilet, whispering ‘it’ll be okay y/n’ and shushing you when you continued on your rant about roman.

when you woke up, you were obviously faced with the consequences. a throbbing headache and a painful hangover. numerous voicemails from your father about this ‘unacceptable party’ and how he was going to take the house away if you didn’t fix the damage now. about how he’d stop the cops from arriving at your house and shutting it down before it got out of hand. but then you remembered.

remembered why you did it all last night. you threw the party for him. for roman. he never showed up, instead he gave another girl everything you asked him for.

he kept you a secret from everybody, from her. surprisingly no one ever found out about you two. only roman’s friends knew, based on what happened at the party you guys met at for the first time, and your best friend, who you expressed your feelings to multiple times when you felt roman becoming distant. you could expose everything if you wanted to, but you couldn’t. it wasn’t in your power anymore. you felt weak.

he ruined you. you didn’t realize the damage he’d caused when you logged into your school account and realized all the work you’d missed from the past couple of months. your professor messaged you multiple times expressing that if you didn’t turn in your past assignments, you could fail his class. you slowly started to remember from before you came into the relationship with roman. how you were the one that didn’t want the relationship because it was a distraction and somehow roman had managed to flip it completely.

even modeling became messed up for you because of him. everything around you crumbled. from then on, you dreaded any type of parties, declining your best friends offers when she invited you out. you needed to become yourself again.

no more parties.

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a/n ahhhh i hope you guys enjoyed! i kind of got lazy towards the end if you couldn’t tell…😔 i loveeeee party4u by charlixcx so yk i had to make a banger based off of it. more works coming soon :3

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whys conceal always on tumblr. its always saying active 1 hour ago, do yall think he be reading fics abt himself

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i think about this a lot actually

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dirty little secret - conceal

in which y/n, the school’s very own ‘barbie’, babydoll sweetheart has ryan, the school’s bad boy head over heels. only problem, they have to keep their relationship a secret.

warnings smut 18+, mdni

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you hated your 5th period history class. you had zero friends in the class, which meant you actually had to sit and learn for a whole forty minutes. it was like torture to you.

you twisted your hair with your fingers as you chewed on some gum, popping it every now and then. the girl seated next to you looked at you with a scoff. ‘you know people actually wanna learn without hearing your loud mouth chew.’

you turned to look at her and immediately stopped. it’s not like you were a mean person. you actually cared about people’s feelings, and people took advantage of that most of the time. you were perfect, and everyone else around you at school was just jealous. so when she said that you put your hands in your lap and apologized softly, ‘oh i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.’ you gave her a soft smile hoping for one in return. she just rolled her eyes and turned back toward the lesson.

when the bell had finally rung, it was time for lunch, meaning you can finally see your best friends and possibly your boyfriend, ryan demma.

ryan demma was the schools delinquent. he was never in class, always skipped and stated he was ‘too cool for school’, and when he did attend school for a couple periods he would then be caught smoking in the bathroom with his group of friends. he even got caught vandalizing school property a couple of times. he was trouble, and you don’t know what drew you in, but here you guys were almost one year into your relationship.

it was never discussed between you guys to make your relationship publicly known. thankfully he never bought it up, and that relieved something in you because of your reputation. everyone knew who you were, who your parents were. they knew you were perfect, lived in a beverly hills mansion with a perfect view, got everything you ever asked for. they’d judge heavily if you were seen with ryan.

when he texted you to meet him behind the bleachers in the middle of the lunch period, you made up an excuse to your friends that your stomach hurt and you were gonna go to the nurse, hugging them all goodbye and making your way to the cafeteria exit.

you couldn’t leave though without nate, the schools quarterback, calling out to you, ‘hey y/n! when you gonna let me take you out huh? maybe tap that ass, too.’ he said that last part quietly, only enough for his group of football goons to hear and burst into laughter. you turned around and saw him staring at your ass peaking out under your skirt just a little. you quickly pulled it down and scoffed, ‘never in a million years sib. keep dreaming’ before walking out.

when you made it behind the bleachers, you saw your boyfriend sitting quietly, smoking a blunt. when he saw you, he took one last long drag and then threw it on the ground, putting it out. he never smoked around you. even though he didn’t mind, he swore you were ‘too pretty’ for that.

‘hey sweetheart.’ he smiled as you ran up to him and jumped into his arms. you giggled as he spun you around once, then put you down. you kept your hands around his knew and stood up on your tippy toes and gave him a long, soft kiss.

‘i missed you ry.’ you mumbled against his lips, sliding your hands down to his jean jacket and pulling him even closer to you.

he just hummed and continued the kiss, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. you tasted the weed he’d just been smoking. letting one of his hands slide down from your waist to your ass, lifting up the hem on your skirt to feel the soft plush of your ass before smack!

you jumped and squealed, letting go of ryan and giggling, ‘ry you can’t just do that! that hurt!’ you pouted and whined, reaching back to rub over your now red cheek. he just smirked, grabbing you by your hand and pulling you back towards him.

‘i’m sorry sweets.’ he gave you one last soft peck before reaching for his bag and opening it.

‘i got you something baby. turn around for me.’ and you did, feeling him come up close behind you. he made you grab your hair and hold it up. you felt something cold come around your neck. it was a necklace. you gasped and clutched the fresh crystals around your neck, letting ryan finish clipping it before turning back to him.

‘baby.. what is this?’ you said softly. you pulled out your phone to admire it around your neck. it made you stand out in the best way possible.

‘i just wanted to spoil you baby. i know you’ve been wanting that swarovski ariana grande necklace thingy but they’ve been sold out everywhere, so this was the closest i could get. you deserved it too.’

you smiled at your boyfriend and threw yourself on him, again, showering his face with multiple pecks and kisses, ‘oh ry, thank you thank you thank youuu! i absolutely love it baby.’

he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, looking down at you, ‘i knew you would baby.’

as you guys talked more, and got comfortable in the small space you had under the bleachers, you bought up your friends party later. ‘are you gonna go?’ you asked.

‘yeah, probably just to sell.’ he shrugged. he was referring to drugs. you expressed to him your concern about that multiple times, and he reassured you that it was just his friends roman & hollis that did the main sales, he was just backup. it still didn’t ease your mind though, but you trusted him.

you hummed and the bell rang before you can get out another sentence. ’shit. baby i gotta go. i have science this period and we have a project worth like eighty percent of our grade.’ you quickly scrambled to gather your things, turning yourself around one last time to give ryan a quick kiss.

‘i love you so much baby. see you later?’ you said.

he nodded, ‘now go. i don’t want you being late sweet girl.’ you smiled up at him and gave him one last long kiss before turning around and quickly walking out of the bleachers.

you heard him yell out behind you, ‘pull down your skirt, y/n!’ you just smiled to yourself and listened.

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later, it was finally time for the party. ryan was on his way to pick you up. you’d just finished putting on your finishing touches to your makeup before he said he was downstairs.

you quickly sprayed on some of your chanel perfume, grabbed your bag & keys and shut your room door behind you.

when you reached your boyfriends car, he got out of the drivers seat just to open the passengers side for you, not before giving you a kiss though.

when you guys both settled into the car, you hooked your phone onto a cable so you could play your playlist.

‘you look beautiful by the way baby.’ you looked over at him and smiled, then placing your hand on his thigh.

‘gosh babe today was so weird. you know nate right?’ ryan looked over at you with a raised brow and thought to his self before nodding.

‘uh yeah tall football dude right?’ he questioned.

‘yeah him. today i caught him staring at my ass and he said he wanted to ‘tap that’. and i’m just like what happened to manners.’ you said this completely oblivious to the fact that ryan was clenching his jaw now, and his hand on the wheel.

you kept talking and when ryan wasn’t replying you snapped him out of whatever trance he was having. ‘baby?’

‘hm?’ he hummed.

‘are you listening..?’ he looked over at you before turning back and continuing to drive.

‘yeah y/n. i’m listening. i just love listening about how a guy stared at your ass today and said he wanted to fuck my girlfriend’ you were stunned at the hostility that came from him. he never spoke to you this way. with so much venom and anger laced in his voice.

‘baby i’m sorry i didn’t kno-‘

‘just stop y/n. let’s just get to this party. i don’t wanna talk about it anymore.’ he took one hand off the wheel to take your hand off his thigh.

the whole rest of the ride was tense. you fidgeted with the bottom of your dress, occasionally looking over to ryan who was obviously, now to you, fuming with anger.

when you guys had finally arrived, he parked a little down the street so no one saw you guys get out together. it was always this way, going to school too. even his friends didn’t know you two were together.

you didn’t want to interfere with whatever emotions ryan had right now, so you just left the car making sure you grabbed all your things and slammed the car door behind you. before you walked off, you leaned down just enough to speak through the open car window, ‘talk to me when your not being a little baby about shit.’ and walked off.

during the party, you tried to distract yourself with your friends, drinking the punch and interacting with different people from your school. you saw ryan with his friends across the room a couple times, they were joined with the stoners of the school and surprisingly the band club. they were filled with nerds. you didn’t know nerds liked to get high.

a little after 10 though, you excused yourself from your friends to go use the bathroom. when you got back, there was a commotion in the middle of the living room.

gasps and whispers were heard throughout the room, and you shoved yourself through to crowd to see what was going on. it was ryan and nate, fist fighting. going for each others blood.

‘what the fuck you weirdo get off of me.’ nate shoved ryan off of him and landed a punch on ryan’s face. you saw blood dripping from ryan’s nose and knew you had to do something. but you were stuck. you didn’t know.

‘fuck you.’ ryan said before throwing himself on top of nate again & landing numerous punches straight to his face. ‘leave my fucking girl alone’

hollis stepped in and pulled ryan off, ‘chill du-‘

‘get the fuck off me okay! i’m good. i don’t need your fucking help.’ ryan shrugged hollis off and looked around the room at everyone staring at him. when he caught your eye, he saw you standing there, dumbfounded and confused. he just scoffed and shoved passed you, headed for the door.

‘ry..’ you tried to stop him but he kept going.

you saw nate laying there on the floor, defeated and groaning as he clenched his face. his stupid letterman jacket was soaked with blood from his self and ryan. you felt horrible. but at the same time, maybe he did get what he deserved. it just shouldn’t have been like this.

you decided to leave too and try to chase after ryan. he was already halfway down the block when you stepped out, speed walking toward his car. you caught up with him and grabbed his arm, turning him towards you.

‘ryan stop! what’s gotten into you?!’

‘what’s gotten into me y/n?’ he asked like he was accusing you of asking the dumbest question in the world. but as much as you would’ve loved to understand, you didn’t. half of the time you were clueless. you didn’t think ryan would’ve dragged this situation out like this.

he turned back around and continued walking toward his car, you knew expecting you to follow because he kept talking, ‘jeez i don’t know maybe it’s because some fucking dickhead was hitting on my girlfriend saying he wanted to tap that. i mean what the fuck did you want me to do?’ he opened only his side of the door this time, not bothering to help you.

‘gosh ryan well i don’t know! maybe don’t beat him to a fucking pulp!’ you opened the passengers side and got in, hurt that he didn’t do it for you. that’s how you knew he was really upset.

the whole ride to your house was a back and forth between you too. yelling just for each others points not to get across to the other.

ryan’s face looked bad. so when he finally pulled up to your house, you invited him in. there was still anger laced in your voice, but that was your baby. you couldn’t just leave him looking that way.

when you opened your front door, you yelled out to see if anyone was home. nobody replied. so you told ryan to go up to your room and wait while you got the supplies to help clean and patch up his face.

when you got upstairs to your room with a bag of frozen peas, alcohol, some bandaids and cotton pads, ryan was sitting on your bed shirtless, waiting for you. he had a weed pen in between his mouth and when he saw you staring he mumbled, ‘for the pain.’

you couldn’t argue. you still fell bad. even though he never smoked around you.

you placed everything down on your bed beside him and stood in between his legs. you placed some alcohol on a cotton pad and started by wiping a cut he had just above his eyebrow. he hissed, ‘that’s gonna leave a mean scar for awhile.’ you whispered.

‘great.’ he mumbled, taking another long pull of his weed pen. you repeated the alcohol and rubbing pads process about 5 times, wiping his bloodied nose and any other small cuts he had. you placed a bandaid on the bigger cut that was above his eyebrow. when you were done, you placed a soft kiss of his forehead, ‘done.’

he quietly thanked you and you took all the supplies from your bed and placed them on your vanity.

‘y/n can we talk?’ there it was. you were scared of that sentence. scared that he might want to break up now and want nothing to do with you.

you just hummed and sat yourself next to him, nervously waiting for what he was about to say, ‘yea ry?’

‘i’m tired of this secret thing we have. i want- no i need everyone to know your mine.’ he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them into his lap, then continued talking.

‘your such a fucking beautiful person, your perfect, and i’m such a loser. like i don’t even know what i wanna do in the future. but then you came into my life and you made me view everything differently and-‘

he looked down and shook his head before looking back up at you, ‘i need to know if you want this for real. i wanna take you out, like to all the nice restaurants, be able to see you in school not under the bleachers, kiss you in front of everyone, y/n. i love you.’

you just sat there. this was what you had been scared about. going public about your relationship. but you loved ryan. and tonight, his actions proved to you that he’d do anything for you, for the relationship. so you agreed.

‘okay ry.’ you reached up to stroke his cheek lightly and smiled, ‘we’ll tell everyone. everyone will know baby. i promise.’

he smiled back at you and leaned in for a kiss. you met him halfway, your lips touching softly.

he backed away and pulled you into his lap, reattaching his lips to yours immediately and pushing his tongue into your mouth. both of your tongues fought for dominance, and it quickly got heated.

you grind against him and he groans into your mouth, groping your ass and helping you move back and forth. you pulled back from his mouth for air, kissing his neck and leaving wet kisses and marks as his hands roamed your body.

‘fuck baby.’ he said breathlessly, then groaning when you found his sweet spot on his neck, ‘i need you.’

you let him flip you guys over and he pulled off your short dress, his eyes quickly falling on your plump tits. he attached his mouth to them and you moaned, letting your hands fly to his buzzed hair. he left hickies all over them before he started to kiss down your body until he stopped at your pink laced underwear.

‘can i baby?’ you nodded. he kissed your clothed clit, teasing and giving a few kitten licks too before pulling your underwear off. you were soaked.

‘fuck baby. your already so wet for me.’ he smirked and looked up at you as he licked your pussy once and you whined, one of your hands automatically flying to the pillow that held your head up, gripping it for any type of leverage.

‘f-fuck ry keep doing that.’ you said, breathless. he continued to make out with your pussy, pushing his tongue in and out, sucking on your sweet spot, flicking his tongue. he knew how to eat a girl out for sure. he pushed two fingers in and you arched your back, moaning. it started to become too much, and he knew you were close.

‘cmon baby cum for me.’ and you did. he pumped his fingers in and out of your wet pussy until his fingers were wet with your white juices. when he came up, he put his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. the sight made you moan, and he smirked.

‘want more baby? hm?’ and you whined out a quiet ‘yes.’ he got off the bed and quickly took his jeans off, eager for more. when he got back on the bed, he kissed you passionately, his tongue right back in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

he flipped you over onto your knees, your stomach was on the bed and he made you arch your back before slapping his dick on your ass, teasing. ‘tell me how much you want it baby.’

you whined, pushing your ass back against him until he smacked it, softly, ‘i said tell me sweetheart.’ you could tell he said it with a smirk on his face. he loved to tease.

‘please ry. i need it so much baby. plea-‘ you moaned loud as he slid in. the stretch burned. ryan had heard enough. his girl needed him so bad.

‘fuck baby your so tight for me.’ he started his thrusts off slow, gripping your hips tightly. when you started to whine for more, that’s when he went faster and harder.

‘your such a slut, baby. my slut. nobody knows how you get for me.’ he said with possessiveness laced in his voice. you moaned out loud and gripped the sheets surrounding you. the pleasure was overwhelming, but you loved it. you looked back at ryan to see his face, fucked out and sweaty. it was hot. his head was thrown back, and you saw his chain with your initial dangling as he thrusts into you harder & harder. it was so good.

you turned your head back and planted your face into the pillow, whining as he sped up his pace. he pulled you by your hair until your back hit his chest. ‘tell me your mine baby. tell me nate can’t have you like this, only me baby.’ he panted into your ear.

‘shit baby i’m yours! i promise. forever baby. nate can’t fuck me like you do.’ you moaned out and ryan smirked, satisfied with your response.

‘good girl.’ he slid his hand down to your clit and rubbed, eager for your release.

‘cum for me one more time baby. i know you can.’ you moaned and gripped his buzzed hair, your body locking up as you came around his dick. ryan came with you too, burying his face into your neck and groaning.

as you both came down from your high, you panted and lay in your bed, facing the ceiling. ryan hopped off your bed and walked into your bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water and bringing it back to your bed.

he wiped in between your legs, then wiped himself off before letting himself slide under the covers next to you and wrapping his arms around you. you guys laid like that for hours, you were right where you wanted to be.

‘i love you baby.’ you heard him whisper into your ear as you were half asleep.

you were his and he was yours, and everyone was gonna know. it wasn’t a secret anymore.

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a/n okay guys did we like! lowkey could’ve been better, but the storyline was inspired by the regina x rodrick ship on tiktok. super cute! i’ve been thinking about writing for the other members of boylife too, if you guys have any recommendations lmk!

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featured on the track - conceal

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you and ryan had been on & off for almost a year now. it was a toxic dynamic between you two. one day u want a relationship and he doesn’t, the next it’s the other way around. it was confusing, which is what led you to want eachother even more.

it was a drunken night between you and your friends. the sole purpose of this night was for you and your friends to meet new people, forget about your stupid exes or situationships and get shitfaced. when you’d gotten dropped off home though, you made the stupid mistake of calling ryan. when he didn’t answer, you pouted and sighed heavily, waiting until the beep sounded to leave a voicemail.

“ryannnnnn..” you slumped back onto your bed and whined his name, “why didn’t you answer, hm? i miss you.” you giggled.

“god i wish you were here right now.”

“i should’ve never left.”

“your the best thing that ever happened to me.”

then, after a few more words and a not so wanted goodbye, you hung up and went out like a light, not even bothering to take your makeup off or strip from your uncomfortable outfit.

when you wake up almost 15 hours later, you wake up to your phone buzzing uncontrollably. you groaned and rubbed your swollen face, swapping your phone off your nightstand. it was your best friend.

ybsf/n

y/n omg

did you call ryan last night???

wake up omg omg your gonna be so pissed

under the last message she’d sent, there was a screen recording. you opened it and it was ryan’s story, along with a snippet of a new song (you’d figured) he was teasing. you didn’t think much of it, until you heard your voice.

you sat up automatically, restarting the video and turning up the volume higher. did your ears deceive you?

“ryannnnnn.. why didn’t you answer hm? i miss you.” you heard your giggle echo until you heard yourself again, “i should’ve never left. your the best thing that ever happened to me.” then the beat drops and ryan started singing on the track. you were absolutely fuming.

but these were normal occurrences between you two. he was always doing something to set you off, and this was your final straw. you swore you were gonna be done with him when you showed up to his apartment almost an hour later. but even you knew that wasn’t true.

“ryan open the fucking door.” you banged on the door numerous times until he opened it. he stood there shirtless, grey sweats hanging low on his hips. you could tell you’d woken him up, but you couldn’t care less.

you let yourself inside his apartment and turned towards him when he closed the door. “why the fuck did you do that?!” you yelled. he let out a quiet laugh and just smiled.

“do what, y/n?” was he really playing dumb right now? you pulled out your phone and opened the screen recording your friend sent you, shoving your phone in his face until the part where your voice appeared happened.

he just smirked and shook his head. “it was funny, cute. and i missed you too, so much that i’d just figured i’d put u on my track to show everyone how much i missed you.”

“i want you to delete it ryan.” you crossed your arms and stood there. you weren’t leaving until he did it. and he did do it. but not without getting into your pants first, as always. and you’d always let him.

he had you on his bed with his head between your thighs to show you ‘how sorry he was’. you had your hand in his hair, pulling at his loose strands, making a groan come out of him.

he feasted on your clit like it was the last thing he’d ever eat, then came up to kiss you slowly, slipping his tongue in your mouth & letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

then he slipped his grey sweats off and pulled your underwear off. “you gonna let me fuck you baby? hm?” you nodded and let out a soft whine when you felt him rubbing his cock up and down your wet folds. “please, ry. i need you.” and he slid in, both of you letting out loud moans.

“god baby i missed you. missed this tight pussy, always ready for me. it’s all mine right baby?” he pants into your neck, but you didn’t respond. you didn’t wanna give him the answer he was looking for. so when he seen this, he lifted himself up and grabbed your hips, pounding into you harder. “i said it’s all mine right baby?” he was louder now, demanding an answer out of you.

you just moaned and nodded, “f-fuck yes ry it’s all yours baby. all yours and no one else’s. i love you.” he leaned down and kissed you passionately, eager for release. he moaned into your mouth, “i love you too baby. your never leaving me.”

and that afternoon, you both came together, hand in hand. when he fell asleep in your arms, you decided you had to go for the sake of your own self. and that night in your bed, you definitely went to sleep dreaming about him.

when you woke up the next morning, you opened ryan’s story seeing he posted something new. this time it was a new track.

“yes ry it’s all yours baby. all yours and no one else’s. i love you.” you heard yourself moan and pant on the track and you never let out a louder scream then you had that morning.

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a/n this is my first fic it’s so bad but i definitely wanna write moreee. i love you antihumanform :3 <3