I'm not even going to dignify this with a title, it's honestly some of my worst work. But here I am, publishing it because I'd rather put it out there and die a little on the inside once and for all than every time I got to my writing folder. I'm kinda ashamed of this but I also am not going to let hours of work die, and there aren't enough ronnie fics out there. Just please don't judge me
Warnings: this is basically plotless smut. Low key bdsm I guess?
Summary: pwp, Ronnie and Y/N meet at a bar and get it on
Pairing: Ronnie Radke x fem reader
Word Count: 2k
The music boomed so loudly she could barely hear a thing. The crowd moved in time to the music, hips swaying, arms pumping, screaming out to the lyrics of the song playing in the dark, crowded club. Coloured lights occasionally flashed across the dance floor as people cheered and grinded against each other. Wiping sweat off her face, Y/N nudged her way through the crowd to get to the bar. She was about to shout to the bar tender (it was the only way to be heard) when she felt a hand on her arm to get her attention. She looked up to see the eyes of one of her favourite singers; Ronnie Radke.
"What're you drinking, gorgeous?" he asked, looking her up and down. Y/N wanted to roll her eyes at the ridiculousness of the pick-up, but she couldn't. Unfortunately, she had the biggest crush on the singer, despite his infamous and ways. It was clear he knew he could have her at any moment, and his confidence annoyed her to know end, even worse was the fact that he was right.
"Canadian club, or hoping to." She hinted boldly, brave from the drinks in her system and the music pounding through the air. At this, Ronnie asked the bartender for two and paid for both.
"Cheers." He said with a wink, both of them pushing their cans together. His eyes never left hers while he sipped his drink, and she fought a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"My name's-"
"Ronnie Radke. I know." Y/N interrupted, mentally kicking herself. Wow, that was smooth, he's definitely going to be into me now I sound like a creepy fan, she thought. But Ronnie just laughed and looked down bashfully (something Y/N had never thought she'd see in her life, judging by his stage persona).
There was an awkward pause as Y/N's vaguely tipsy and fangirling brain malfunctioned.
"And you are...?" Ronnie asked slowly.
"Right, sorry. Y/N." she replied.
"Y/N," he said with a smile. "Beautiful."
Y/N smiled, sipping her drink, and trying to think of something to say when one of her favourite songs started to play.
"No fucking way," she said, as 'Raised by Wolves' by Falling In Reverse started to play, causing Ronnie to laugh. "I love this song!! You sound absolutely amazing, by the way. I've got to admit, I'm a bit of a fan, if you didn't notice already." Y/N said with a giggle, because what's the harm in a little truth? Her laughter shouldn't have affected Ronnie the way it did.
"Yeah, I try my best. Thank you, that's very kind."
Then Y/N got an idea, one she would never let herself live down if she had the opportunity but didn't go for it.
"Dance with me?" Ronnie filled in. "It's not really my thing, but I guess I could try.,” His eyes turned darker, lustful and mischievous all at once as he spoke, “For you.”
He took Y/N's hand and led her to the middle of the floor. The crowd squeezed, making them get closer, closer, closer so they couldn't dance, only vaguely grind. The crowd shifted and Y/N lost Ronnie, but My Chemical Romance blasted from the speakers and she couldn't stop herself from dancing, she would find the singer later. 'Planetary Go' would and would always be a priority in Y/N's heart. Right now she just needed to jump, shake and sing. The song ended, merging into another, and Y/N caught her breath, looking around for Ronnie.
She turned to the bar, and a pair of piercing brown eyes were watching her. Ronnie's eyes were filled with lust, and he was biting his lip. When their eyes met, he paused for a moment, then walked toward her, fast paces, pushing through the crowd to get to her with sure strides. Without a second to lose he put an arm around her waist, landing on the small of her back, and brushed hair out of Y/N's face. Y/N's mouth parted subconsciously and Ronnie pulled her in for a rough kiss, full passion and desire. He walked backward, pulling her along with him, before breaking the kiss. He moved closer (something Y/N thought impossible) and whispered in her ear "Wanna go some place?" in such a low voice that her knees went weak. Words failed Y/N and she could do nothing but nod. Ronnie smirked.
"C'mon, babe. Let's get out of here." he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the crowd.
Out on the street, the music was still so loud the pair could feel the vibrations on the pavement.
"I'm staying at a hotel a couple minutes away, if you want to go there?" Ronnie suggested.
"Hell yes."
"Eager, are we?"
"Are you kidding me? You're sexy as hell, an amazing singer, and wanting to fuck me. Yes I am eager."
Y/N's bold words got Ronnie's full attention. After a low chuckle his lips were on hers, and he was moaning into her mouth. Best. Day. Ever, were the last coherent words Y/N was able to think before Ronnie's lips were on her neck, hands reaching down to her ass. She was enjoying the moment so much she forgot she was outside until her eyes snapped open after a rush of wind.
"Fuck it, back inside." Ronnie said, and the two hurried back into the club, dashing to the bathroom. The room was surprisingly hygienic, and against all odds there was no queue of women waiting for the bathroom, so Ronnie and Y/N just pushed the door shut, locking it behind them.
"Still good?" Ronnie asked.
"Yeah." Y/N replied, pushing a surprised Ronnie against the bathroom door and kissing him hard. It took him a moment for the shock to wear off, and he flipped them so Y/N was against the wall.
"I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow, baby." Ronnie practically growled, pulling Y/N's shirt over her head, and practically ripping her bra off. He kissed her, open mouthed, and suddenly pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp into his mouth. Ronnie kissed down her neck and started to suck and bite Y/N's nipple, squeezing her other boob roughly before switching sides.
"Just fuck me already Ronnie." Y/N said, feeling the wetness in her pants and tightness in her stomach get too much, pleasure building impossibly quickly without a sign of relief. But Ronnie just stood up, and looked her in the eye.
"Not yet, darling," he leaned in further "I'm gonna take my time with you."
It was a good thing Ronnie had Y/N trapped against the wall because she could have collapsed from hearing that. He ever so slowly pushed her pencil skirt up and around her waist with one hand, holding her arms up above her head with the other. Their heavy breathing mixed together, and Y/N (as much as she could) went in for another heated kiss. The kiss was full of fire as Ronnie pushed himself flush against Y/N, groaning at the suddenness of his hips against hers.
Ronnie was about to pull Y/N's underwear off when she said "wait."
"What?" he asked, worried he did something wrong (not that he'd ever admit it).
"You're wearing too many clothes." Y/N pointed out, and immediately the pair pulled Ronnie's leather jacket and shirt off.
Kissing continued, Y/N got more confident and reached down to palm Ronnie's dick through his jeans, earning a groan from the singer and into a heated kiss. Ronnie started to kiss her neck again, then tits, stomach, until he was on his knees, slowly pulling her underwear down. The moment they were around her ankles, Ronnie pushed her legs apart and began to devour Y/N, licking from her hole to her clit, then licking in circles, causing obscene moans to come out of her mouth. He pushed a finger into her and she all but screamed, not even trying to be quiet as the music would cover up their moans. He added another and began to pump in and out, curling his fingers and skilfully drawing fast circles with his tongue on her clit. Y/N could feel the pit in her stomach and felt herself getting closer. But Ronnie knew pulled away, standing up.
"No no," she whined, feeling empty without his fingers inside her "please, I need to cum."
"Na-ah, not yet." he replied, with a teasing smirk.
"Please, please Ronnie I'll do anything."
"Well now that is an offer I cannot refuse." Ronnie teased, and gently lowered Y/N onto her knees. Without a second thought she pulled his jeans and boxer down and began working him with her hands. He was already hard, leaking precum and she rubbed it around his tip. Ronnie groaned and leaned against the wall. Y/N kissed the tip of his dick before giving little licks around his shaft.
"Damn stop teasing me." Ronnie demanded, but Y/N just laughed.
"I will when you will."
"It seems you've forgotten who's boss, honey." Ronnie said sharply, causing Y/N to take in a deep breath, feeling the wetness pooling and dripping down her legs.
"I'll be good. Promise." she said, before starting to suck him off. Y/N hollowed her cheeks, and took him as deep into her throat as she could, moaning at the taste of him, using her hands to rub the rest.
"Fuck," Ronnie mumbled under his breath, before involuntarily bucking his hips. He took the sign and pulled Y/N back by her impromptu ponytail. "Stand up."
Ronnie picked Y/N up and pushed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around him subconsciously. There was a moment where they just looked into each other's eyes in silent communication before Ronnie pushed in full force, making both of the moan loudly.
"Holy shit you're so tight."
"Nugh." was all Y/N managed to say. The sting of the stretch faded to a light pain that only turned her on more. With a nod, Ronnie started pounding into her, hard and fast, causing Y/N to curse. After several minutes of aching to cum, Ronnie pulled out and ordered her against the counter. He bent her over the marbled counter and she hissed at the cold contact against her hard nipples. Without warning or hesitation, Ronnie pushed into her again, and didn't give her time to adjust before bucking his hips wildly, pushing himself closer to orgasm.
"Fuck, Ronnie, touch me." Y/N begged, and Ronnie's dick twitched inside her, hitting her g-spot. She was turned on so wildly by his dominant antics, desperate to cum. Ronnie reached down to rub her clit in fast and vicious circles. The contact sent her screaming for mercy, calling his name as she came hard, pussy clenching and seeing stars. Ronnie didn't stopped, but fucked her through her orgasm, overstimulating her (which turned her on to no end) until he gave a few sloppy thrusts and came into her, groaning and swearing, hips bucking wildly. Y/N had never had sex without a condom before, and the feeling of Ronnie cumming into her pushed her further over the edge. The two stayed like that for a while until their breathing patterns calmed down and their vision returned.
There was a knock against the door and Ronnie pulled out. Each of them got dressed, and walked out to a cheering gathered crowd and some girls wiggling waiting for the bathroom.
They walked out of the club, and Ronnie called a taxi for Y/N, and got into one himself. Before she could ask for his number, he got in a taxi and sped off, winking goodbye.
Frowning, Y/N got into her taxi and shoved her hands in her pocket. There was her keys, phone, tissue, paper... wait. What paper? She pulled it out to reveal a number, with '-R, x' next to it. Ronnie's number. Her favourite singer's phone number. The singer she just fucked in her favourite club's bathroom. What a night this had been.
Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco I'm sorry I'm not really sure who to tag with this
Falling In Reverse NEW SONG!!!!! - "Last Resort (Reimagined)" - Papa Roach cover
Ronnie dropped this new song 10 MINUTES AGO!!!!!! on Twitter.
Listen - and cry!!!
"I wanted to reimagine one of the biggest rock songs of the last 20 years because lyrically it is so powerful and resonates, I got the blessing from Jacoby and I think that Papa Roach are one of the nicest, humble and down to earth bands to date and it inspires me to keep going since they have been so successful for so many years. This is me paying homage in the best way I know how. " - Ronnie Radke/Falling In Reverse
"Fun fact: This vocal was a scratch vocal first try take, I walked into studio and sang this once. As a guide track. it turned out so well we kept it, I was at studio for 25 minutes tops." - Ronnie Radke
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