TYV! Ryro, whose nose is full of coke.
You cry and beg him to quit, because it hurts so much to see your baby in his state,
but instead of sobering, he just fucks you until you shut up and the tears dry, and you fall asleep in his shaky arms.
awwgh :( coked out ryan is so very cute,ilove him..
ryans on a bender. you dont know how long hes been on this train,(due to the fact that he tells you next to nothing),but you do know he has no plans to get off of it.
swinging jaw, sweaty skin, and nonsensical rambling - ryans new normal, and your living hell. hes ruining himself, you think, you wish he would wake up and see it.
ryans curled up on your couch, burying his hands in his coats pockets, and clattering his teeth. its the middle of summer. you cant take this anymore.
"what the fuck are you doing?" you snap, albeit a bit ruder than you meant, but jesus, this guys killing himself.
"ohhh my god, shut up. so fuckin- so fucking loud always." ryan shouts back, words trailing into a mumble as he takes a throw pillow and smashes it against his ear, shaking more when his hand becomes exposed to the 'cold' air.
"youre so different now, ryan! you cant go a day without that shit. its like youre not even here." you blab, as ryan would describe it, nagging him to change the life style you bought into.
youre the one who wanted a famous boyfriend after all.
you continue to harp on, the irritating noise of your voice feeling like a blinding light on ryans eyes. he knows this time he cant get out of this the normal way, which consists of laying there motionless until you leave - so he caves, tossing the throw pillow and sitting up straight.
"mm, baby." he coos, and you instantly perk up. "im right here, just come hang out with me." ryan finishes with a smile, and you already know what he wants.
you wish this wasnt the only way he showed affection.
you straddle ryan on the couch, a soft frown on your face as he attacks your neck - skipping the soft kisses and going straight for sunken in teeth.
"ryyyan. i wanna talk about it" you whine, and in return get a forced thumb in your mouth. "just be quiet. make this somewhat enjoyable." ryan huffs, reaching his hand under your shirt and groping at every bit of flesh he can get ahold of.
your tears stifle as you swirl your tongue around the pad of his thumb, the sweat and the taste of dirty pennies making you gag a bit.
ryans in his own world, rambling against your skin as he pulls your pants down, slapping your ass and smiling at the moan that follows. "see, no need to be mad at me." he hums, reminding you that your feelings are ridiculous.
the ever romantic ryan ross pulls your underwear to the side in a hurry and sinks you onto his cock, a garbled moan escaping his throat the second he feels you. you lack most, but at least you have one good use, ryan thinks.
your legs are on fire as ryan forces you up and down his length, chewing on your swollen lips as you try to steady your breathing. you lean forward, wrapping your arms around ryans neck and burying your face in the side of it.
ryan hums once again in approval, like hes appreactive of how broken you become ontop of him. "i understand baby, just feel a lot huh? always so worried. its okay, hon. im not going anywhere. im right here" he rambles in your ear, hot breath and sharp teeth against it.
ryan knows hes saying bullshit, he knows that he'll be gone in another twelve hours, scoring and fucking anything that moves. but right now, hes right here, with you, telling you everything you wanna hear. surely thats enough to keep you off his back for a few days.
