Fluff, mental health issues, comforting, cuddling.
Couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Enjoy!! It is kinda short sorryy
It’s a rough night of battling your depression. You wouldn’t talk to anyone about it, but Roman knew—he always knew.
You were curled up in bed with every form of entertainment on—your tv, tablet, and phone playing something different.
All the traces of your mascara are gone due to the tears that have flooded your face since the clock hit 10 p.m. It’s 3 a.m. now, and you’re still struggling to breathe and come back down from the high emotions.
Roman wasn’t coming over tonight, that you knew, because you hadn’t talked to him much since you shut down on the world. He didn’t push; he knew it’d make it worse. So instead, he bought a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite snacks and food. He opens your front door with extremely quietness.
He locks the door behind himself and carefully walks to your room. The closer he gets, the louder the mixed noise of media gets. He’s careful as he opens your door. Flowers and bags of food in hand. “Sweet girl?” You immediately turn to him. You jump out of bed and rush to him. He sets his bags down by his feet and opens his arms to you. You practically slam into him. Your arms wrapped around him as you cling tight.
He holds your trembling body close. The two of you stay this way for a good five minutes. When you finally pull away and wipe your face, he holds out a bouquet. You look up at him as you grab it. “Thank you…” You mumble out, trying not to cry again. It’s already in a vase, so you turn and set it on your nightstand. “Let’s lay down, Angel. Can we turn off the tablet?” He asks gently. “Yeah…sorry, I was trying to quiet my brain down…” you say softly. “Don’t apologize; it’s okay. Whatever helps.” He assures you as he moves towards the bed to turn your iPad off.
You sit down on the bed and watch him put away your iPad and grab the bag of snacks and food. “So I know you don’t want to talk and I’m not going to make you, okay? Just nod or shake your head. I brought snacks and I was thinking movies and cuddles, how’s that sound?” He says. Roman always understood your boundaries. His goal was to love you and take care of you, so he did whatever was necessary to work around your struggles. You appreciate him more than you can explain. You nod your head, loving his idea.
Roman kicks his shoes off and sits with you in the bed. He unpacks all the snacks. Everything you both love. You put on your favorite shared comedy. He pulls the blankets over you both as he lays down and pulls you close. You lay your head on his chest and rest a hand on his abs. Roman plays with your hair—softly scratching and petting. “Rome? I love you…thank you for coming over..” You break the silence. “Of course, y/n. You know I’d do anything to make sure you’re good.” He speaks gently.
“I know it gets bad, baby. You don’t need to feel bad for it.” Roman assures you. You nod. “Yeah…it’s just scary..and loud..I know I push it on others a lot too. It’s like my brain works against me, and I just…I don’t know..I can’t even explain it..” You try your best to find the words to describe what it’s like, but you can’t. It’s so difficult, and every time you get close, you start to feel like a burden, so you give up.
Roman listens intently. “I know, baby, I know. It’s okay..I’m right here with you. I’ll hold your hand through it all. I love you on your best and worst days. Forever and always.” He gently gives you a squeeze.
You smile and hum. “I know. I love you, Roman. Can we have snacks?” You quietly ask. “Of course. Let’s have snacks, and then we can get you rested up.” He helps you open a bag of chips and candies. The two of you watch the movie and eat your snacks.
By the second movie half, the snacks are finished, and you’re exhausted. Roman gently moves the snacks before he pulls you close. You curl into him and slowly fall asleep. Once you’re sound asleep, Roman kisses your head and closes his own eyes too.
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Summary: After a text breakup, you and Gunner, reunite at the AMAs. A tense confrontation leads you both back to a hotel room, where a painful conversation about your incompatible lives dissolves into intense, emotionally charged, and rough makeup sex
A/N: This is the final chapter, and I'm finally letting go of Blades & Bass. I absolutely loved writing this fic, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! Also, this chapter is not proofread, and there’s a REALLY LONG SMUT ahead.
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TW: MDNI, Porn with Plot, Oral Sex, P in V, Angst, Make-up Sex, Begging, Praise , Dirty Talk, Leg-Locking (tell me if i forgot some)
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It had been a few days since the Met Gala, and your boyfriend had already warned you that he’d be incredibly busy prepping for Rolling Loud.
Now, the day of the festival had finally arrived, and you still hadn't heard a single word from him. You couldn't be there with him in Orlando because you were stuck in New York shooting some campaigns.
On the night of his set, you decided to tune into the livestream. Even if you couldn't talk to him directly, you figured it would still be nice to watch him perform.
Looking at the screen, the crowd was absolutely massive and deafening; you had never seen so many people gathered in one place. It was in that exact moment that it truly hit you just how big of an artist he really was.
He had dyed his hair red, just like he told you he would, but your heart pinched the moment you saw a girl all over him on stage.
You knew they were background dancers, that they were literally paid to be there and you usually weren't the jealous type. But after not talking to him for days, suddenly seeing him being so touchy with a girl shaking her ass right against him made you feel some type of way.
You didn't know why, but it made you feel incredibly sad. Maybe it was because it reminded you of how you two first started talking, how completely incompatible your two worlds actually were, and how much you missed out on by never being in the same city.
It made you realize just how much effort this relationship took, and how much more it was going to require in the future. You just knew you didn't want to live like this for the rest of your life.
You watched him for a few more minutes before closing your laptop and heading to bed. Sleep wouldn't come, though. Tossing and turning in the dark, you finally poured your heart out in a text message and hit send at three in the morning.
Y/N: i really didn't wanna do this over text but i've just been staring at the ceiling for hours and i need to get this out.
watching your rolling loud set tonight just hit me so crazy. you looked amazing and im so proud of you fr, but seeing you up there just reminded me of how completely different our worlds actually are. having zero news from you for days just to tune into the live and see you like that... it just made me realize how much this distance is actually hurting me.
i feel like we're constantly playing catch up and trying to force two lives together that just don’t fit. the effort this takes is so heavy, and honestly gunner, i don’t think i want to live my life like this. i don't want to always be the one waiting in a different city while you’re living in a whole other universe.
i love you so much and i meant everything i said in the car the other night, but i don't think we can do this anymore. we need to break up. please don't call me, i just really need some space to breathe right now. goodnight.
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You knew he wasn’t going to let you go that easily. He called you a hundred times, but you never picked up. Eventually, your manager got so tired of seeing his name pop up on your screen every time you were in a photoshoot or on the ice that she took matters into her own hands and blocked his number.
You didn't even realize it at the time, since you were way too busy training and doing everything you could to keep your mind occupied.
To top it all off, it was just announced that you would be hosting the American Music Awards in Las Vegas this year. Your life had changed so drastically over the past few months; you weren’t just an Olympic gold medalist anymore.
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@rapteatv
Are Nettspend and Y/N Over?! 💔 Over the Weekend, the Former "It-Couple" Arrived Separately at the AMAs and Completely Ignored Each Other All Night
Fans are convinced that rapper Nettspend and Olympic gold medalist Y/N have officially called it quits after a very tense night at the American Music Awards in Las Vegas.
While Y/N was booked as a host for the evening, Nettspend was also in attendance, but the two did not walk the red carpet together. Throughout the entire event, eyewitnesses noted that the pair didn't interact once, completely avoiding each other in the crowd and backstage. This comes as a massive shock to fans who last saw them looking incredibly close during the Met Gala after-party season.
Comments
↳ yeah it’s over... nett looked so down the whole night and she didn’t even look in his direction while she was on stage hosting
↳ did anyone see him in the crowd while she was presenting? he literally looked like his dog died omg they definitely broke up
↳ she deleted the pics of them on her page too yall... yeah it’s confirmed bye 💔
↳ wait bc he looked so miserable on the red carpet too?? like he did NOT want to be there at all.
↳ they are 100% broken up. nett didn't even smile once when the camera panned to him during her opening monologue 💀
↳ the silence is deafening. usually he’s posting her on his story or something
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Leaving the AMAs, you walked out to your van. Suddenly, someone shouted your name. You turned around and saw Gunner running after you.
"Y/N, wait!"
"Leave me alone, Gunner," you said.
"Wtf do you think you're doing?" he asked, catching up to you.
"I told you to leave me alone in that text, didn't I?"
"Yeah, without letting me talk," Gunner said, shaking his head. "I called you the last few weeks. Every day, every hour, but you blocked my number."
"I didn't block your number," you replied, looking around. "And be quieter, I don't want to cause a scene."
"Yes, you did," he insisted. "I keep ending up on your voicemail."
"Just get in the van," you whispered, pulling open the door. "I don't want people seeing us like this."
Gunner didn’t argue. He climbed in right behind you, and he slammed the door shut, telling the driver to head straight to your hotel. The interior of the van went quiet, save for the hum of the engine as it pulled away from the venue.
"I didn't block you, Gunner. Seriously," you said, turning to face him in the dim light. "I haven't even looked at my phone like that. My manager must have done it because you were blowing it up while I was working."
Gunner let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his red hair. "I don't care who did it, Y/N. You broke up with me over a text message while I was in the middle of a festival. You think I was just gonna let that go?"
"What did you want me to do?" you asked, your voice dropping. "I sat there watching your live. You hadn't texted me in days, and then I see you on stage with girls all over you. It just made me realize how messy this all is. Our lives don't fit."
"That was a performance," he said, turning his head to look at you, his eyes dark. "You know how this shit works. It doesn't mean anything. The only person I wanted to be with was you, but you didn't even give me a chance to explain before you completely cut me off."
"It's not about the girls, Gunner. It's not even about the performance," you said, shaking your head as you looked out the window at the passing Las Vegas lights. "I know what background dancers are. It’s the fact that I had to find out what you were doing by turning on a livestream. You vanished for three days. It made me realize that when we're apart, I don't exist in your world, and you don't exist in mine."
"That's not true," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly.
You turned back to look at him, and the words died in your throat.
Gunner was staring down at his hands, his broad shoulders tense, but his chest was heaving. In the dim light of the van, you saw a tear slip down his cheek, catching the glare of the streetlamps outside. Then another one followed.
He didn't try to wipe them away. He just sat there, the tough, stoic persona he held for the rest of the world completely shattering right in front of you.
"I was just overwhelmed, Y/N," he choked out, his voice thick and trembling as he finally looked up at you, his eyes completely bloodshot. "The festival, the album prep, the label pushing me... I locked myself away because my head was spinning. I wasn't trying to ignore you. I was just trying to survive the week so I could get back to you."
He let out a shaky breath, a ragged sob escaping his throat as he reached out, his hand trembling as he gripped your wrist.
"Please don't do this," he whispered, the tears now streaming down his face. "I can't do this without you. Don't leave me."
You looked down at his hand gripping your wrist, your own chest aching as you watched him cry. You had never seen him like this. It broke your heart, but it didn't change the reality of the situation.
"Gunner, look at us," you said softly, your voice breaking as you gently pulled your hand away from his grip. "We’re already falling apart, and it’s only been a few months. If we keep doing this, we’ll never be happy."
He wiped his eyes quickly, shaking his head in denial. "We can fix it. I’ll change things. I’ll text more, I’ll call you every hour, I don't care-"
"It's not just about texting, and you can't just stop doing your job," you interrupted, a tear finally escaping your own eye. "Your career is exploding right now. Mine is too. We both have to give 100% to our work, which means we have nothing left to give to each other. We're just going to keep hurting, waiting for the next text, getting insecure, and crying in the back of cars."
You looked out the window as the van finally pulled up to the entrance of your hotel.
"I love you enough to know that we’re just going to destroy each other if we keep trying to force this," you whispered, turning back to him one last time. "We both deserve to be happy, Gunner. But we're never going to find that happiness together."
"I'm not saying I don't want you in my life forever," you said, your voice softening as you looked at his tear-stained face. "But right now? With everything going on? We just can't be together. We need to focus on ourselves."
"I don't care about right now, Y/N," he said, his voice raw as he shook his head stubbornly. "I can't just let you go. I'm not gonna sit back and just watch you become some stranger I used to know. I can't do it."
The van came to a complete stop in the hotel's private underground parking garage. The driver cut the engine, leaving the two of you in a heavy, suffocating silence.
You looked at Gunner, whose eyes were still red and desperate. You couldn't just leave him crying here, and you didn't want to cause a scene in the lobby if he followed you.
"Fine," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "You can come up. You can stay for an hour or two so we can actually finish this conversation properly. But that's it."
He nodded quickly, wiping his face again as he followed you out of the vehicle. You both kept your heads down, slipping into the private elevator that led straight to your suite. Neither of you said a word until the heavy oak door of your room clicked shut behind you.
You tossed your purse onto the entryway table and kicked off your heels, finally letting out a breath you felt like you’d been holding since the AMAs started. Gunner stood near the edge of the living area, looking completely out of place.
"You really think we’ll never work?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he broke the silence.
"I think we're trying to build a house in a hurricane, Gun," you said, turning to face him. "How are we supposed to be a normal couple when we barely see each other?"
"We don't have to be a normal couple," Gunner said, his voice dropping an octave, thick with desperation. Before you could even reply, he crossed the room and dropped heavily to his knees right in front of you.
Your breath hitched. You froze, staring down at him.
He wrapped his arms around your thighs, burying his face into the fabric of your outfit. His shoulders shook as he held onto you like you were his only lifeline. "Please, Y/N. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll fly to New York every single weekend, I don’t care if I don’t sleep. Just don't give up on me. I'm begging you."
Looking down at him, a sudden, conflicting rush of heat flooded your veins. There was something intensely overwhelming about seeing him like this. This was the same guy who just an hour ago had thousands of people screaming his name, the guy who acted completely untouchable under the festival lights and now he was on his knees, completely at your mercy, begging just to keep you.
The sheer vulnerability of it, mixed with the lingering adrenaline from the night, made your stomach flip in a completely different way. Your heart was pounding, and a heavy, familiar ache started to settle between your thighs.
Gunner tilted his head back, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. His eyes were still wet, but as he felt the shift in your posture, his gaze darkened. He noticed the way your breathing had turned shallow, the way your fingers twitched against your sides.
"Y/N..." he whispered, his hands slowly sliding up from your thighs to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled your body closer to his face.
"You’re too good for me, I know it," Gunner murmured, his voice a low, raspy purr against your skin that sent a sharp shiver straight down your spine. His hands stayed firmly gripped on your hips, anchoring you to him. "You're a gold medalist, you're the biggest thing in the world right now, and I’m just... I'm nothing without you, Y/N."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your bare thigh, just below the hem of your outfit, making your knees instantly go weak. You had to rest your hands on his shoulders just to keep your balance.
"Look at you," he whispered, tilting his head up to look at you with complete, unfiltered devotion. "You look so beautiful tonight. You ran that whole show. Everyone in that venue was looking at you, but now you're here with me. Please tell me I still have you."
He began to trail slow, agonizingly hot kisses up your thigh, his thumbs tracing tight, deliberate circles into your hips. Every word out of his mouth was laced with raw desperation, but the way his touch grew entirely confident told you exactly what he was doing. He knew the effect he had on you. He could hear your breath catching, could feel the slight tremble in your legs.
"You're perfect," he praised, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper as his lips brushed against the soft skin of your inner thigh. "Every single part of you. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you just let me stay. Let me remind you how much you mean to me, Y/N. Please."
Your fingers tangled in his red hair, tugging slightly as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The contrast of his tear-stained face and the dark, heavy hunger in his eyes was completely overwhelming, completely erasing any thoughts of the distance, the texts, or the breakup. All you could focus on was the intense heat pooling between your legs and the way he looked up at you like you were his entire world.
He didn't waste another second. Slipping your clothes out of the way, Gunner guided you back until you were pressed against the edge of the entryway table. He stayed on his knees, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift your legs onto his shoulders, opening you up completely to him.
When his tongue first made contact, a sharp, involuntary gasp left your throat, your fingers instantly gripping the edge of the wood behind you. He was relentless, using the same fierce, obsessive energy he gave everything else in his life to completely unhinge you. He swirled his tongue around your sweet spot, pacing himself perfectly, knowing exactly how to make your hips twitch in desperation.
"I hate you," you choked out, your head tossing back as a wave of intense pleasure rushed through you. "Gunner, I swear to God, I hate you so much for doing this right now."
He paused for a fraction of a second, looking up at you with a dark, completely shameless smirk on his face, his lips wet and glistening. "I know you do, baby," he murmured. "You hate how much you need me. You hate that no one else can make you feel like this."
He dipped his tongue back down, tracing a long, wet line all the way up before focusing entirely on your clit, sucking it into his mouth. You let out a loud moan, completely forgetting about the hotel walls or the fight you had just had.
"Look at you, crying about a breakup but soaking wet for me," he muttered against your skin, turning his praise dirty as he felt your body begin to tremble. "You're so good for me, Y/N. Tell me it's mine. Tell me this pretty little pussy belongs to me and no one else."
"Gunner, please..." you whined, your toes curling as his fingers suddenly slid inside you, matching the fast, wicked rhythm of his tongue.
"Say it, baby," he growled, searching your face as his thumb worked your clit, pushing you right to the absolute edge. "Tell me you're not going anywhere."
"Fuck you," you gasped out instead, your voice breaking as you shook your head. You gripped his shoulders, trying to push him away or force him closer, you didn't even know which but you refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing those words. "Fuck you, Gunner."
The moment the words left your mouth, his tongue stopped completely. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his fingers staying still inside you, holding you completely hostage right on the edge of a cliff.
The sudden loss of friction made you whine out loud, your hips instinctively twitching forward to look for his mouth, but he didn't budge. His eyes were entirely dark now, the vulnerability from before replaced by a stubborn, dangerous heat.
"What did you just say to me?" he asked.
"I'm not saying it," you breathed, glare matching his despite how badly your legs were shaking. "You don't get to just cry and then command me. Put your mouth back down there."
"No," he growled, a frustrated, angry smirk tugging at his lips as he tightened his grip on your thighs, locking you in place. He was getting mad now, too, the tension between you two snapping into pure aggression. "You think you run everything? If I don't get what I want, Y/N, you definitely aren't getting what you want."
"Gunner, I swear to God, I am right there," you yelled out, your hands bunching into the fabric of his shirt. "Don't do this."
"Then tell me," he challenged, leaning in close until his hot breath fanned against your wet skin, teasing you without actually touching you. "Tell me you're mine and you're not leaving. Otherwise, we can just sit here like this all night."
You stared down at him, your chest heaving, absolutely furious at how easily he could manipulate your body against your own will. The contrast was maddening, just minutes ago he was weeping at your feet, and now he was using the sheer weight of your own arousal to back you into a corner.
"You are an asshole," you choked out, tears of pure frustration pricking the corners of your eyes. Your hips gave a pathetic, involuntary twitch, practically begging for the friction he was withholding.
"I don't care," Gunner muttered, his jaw clenched as he stared right back up at you. His fingers inside you twitched just enough to make you gasp, but he held back from giving you any real relief. "Say it, Y/N. I’m not playing with you."
The tension in the room was suffocating. You wanted to push him off, to scream at him to get out of your hotel room and out of your life, but the ache between your thighs was entirely consuming. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to just give in to get what you needed.
"Fine!" you cried out, your fingers digging so hard into his shoulders that your nails left red marks through his shirt. "I'm yours! Fuck, Gunner, I'm yours, okay? Just please-"
The victory in his eyes was instant and feral.
"Good girl," he growled against your skin.
He didn't make you wait another second. Gunner buried his face back between your legs, his tongue striking against your clit with a hard, heavy rhythm that made your vision instantly blur. At the same time, his fingers started driving inside you with a rough, punishing speed, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
You completely lost control. A loud, unrefined scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, your entire body seizing up as you clamped tightly around his fingers. Gunner didn't stop, swallowing your moans and driving you deeper into the climax until your legs were shaking so badly they could barely stay on his shoulders.
Gunner finally pulled his mouth away, panting heavily as he looked up at you. His lips were shiny, and his face was flushed from the heat of the moment. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face.
"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his voice incredibly deep and rough. "I swear to God, I've never tasted pussy so good in my entire life. You're so fucking sweet."
Hearing those words out of his mouth while your body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to your stomach. You didn't want to talk anymore. You didn't want to think about the distance, the drama, or tomorrow. You just needed him inside you.
Reaching down, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. He stumbled up from his knees, his eyes locked onto yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Bed. Now," you breathed against his lips.
Gunner didn't hesitate. He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the entryway table. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, burying your face in his neck as he carried you down the short hallway into the bedroom. He tossed you onto the plush mattress, immediately following you down, but before he could pin you beneath him, you rolled him over.
You pushed against his chest, forcing him onto his back. Gunner let out a low, gravelly laugh, his hands instantly finding your hips as you straddled his waist.
"Oh, so you're taking control now?" he teased, his dark eyes scanning your face, full of arrogant satisfaction.
"Shut up," you muttered.
You quickly reached down to rid him of the rest of his clothes, your hands shaking with impatience. Gunner watched you, his jaw clenched, his thumbs digging into your hips as he lifted his hips to help you. When he was completely bare beneath you, his length was thick and waiting, pressing hard against your thigh.
You didn't make him wait. Shifting your weight, you aligned yourself and slowly lowered your hips, taking him all in at once.
A loud, ragged groan tore from the back of Gunner's throat, his eyes throwing back as his head hit the pillows. "Fuck, Y/N... you're so tight," he gasped, his grip tightening on your hips until his knuckles turned white.
You threw your head back, a breathless sigh escaping your lips as you filled yourself with him. Once you settled against his hips, you began to move, lifting yourself up and sliding back down in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.
Gunner’s hands guided your movements, his fingers bruising your skin as he pushed your hips down harder, meeting every single one of your strokes with a heavy, upward thrust. The anger from your fight turned into pure, unadulterated friction, the bed squeaking against the wall as you rode him in the dim light of the hotel room.
You leaned forward, your hair falling around your face like a curtain as you looked down at him. The power dynamic had completely flipped.
Before he could pull you down into a kiss, you brought your hand up to his neck. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his throat, squeezing just enough to cut off his breath.
Gunner’s eyes flew wide open, a sharp gasp catching in his chest. But instead of pushing your hand away, his grip on your hips tightened. A dark, wicked grin spread across his face, his chest heaving under you as he leaned up into the pressure. He absolutely loved it.
"Look at you," you whispered, your voice dropping into a mean, mocking tone as you kept riding him, your pace turning hard and relentless. "You're pathetic, Gunner. A second ago you were literally crying on your knees, begging me like a dog."
Gunner let out a choked, raspy laugh, his throat vibrating right against your palm. "Yeah? Tell me more, baby," he wheezed out, his eyes locked onto yours, completely unbothered by the insults. If anything, it was turning him on even more.
"You think you can just show up and fix everything with your mouth?" you sneered, slamming your hips down against his, making him groan loudly. "You’re so fucking selfish. You think the whole world revolves around you and your music, but right now you're just a joke."
"I am," he choked out, playing along completely, his hands sliding up your torso to rest over your heart. He let out another breathless laugh, his white teeth flashing in the dim light. "I'm your joke, Y/N. Do whatever you want to me."
"Shut up," you snapped, tightening your grip on his neck for a second before letting go, leaving the faint pink imprint of your fingers on his skin.
The sudden release of air made him gasp, his head tossing back onto the pillow as you kept up the punishing rhythm. Even when you were being mean, even when you were letting out all your anger on him, Gunner just lay there taking it with a smug, obsessed smile, entirely content as long as you were riding him and calling him yours.
As you continued to drive down against him, Gunner’s gaze stayed locked onto yours, heavy and completely entranced. He brought his hand up, tracing his fingers over your jaw before sliding two fingers straight between your parted lips.
"Bite down," he rasped, his voice rough and breathless.
You didn't hesitate, clamping your teeth down onto his fingers as you kept up the relentless rhythm. The taste of him mixed with the friction between your thighs sent a shuddering wave of heat straight to your core. He watched your eyes flutter, a satisfied chuckle vibrating in his chest as you sucked on his fingers, entirely caught up in the control you thought you had over him.
But in a split second, the dynamic shattered again.
Gunner suddenly gripped your waist with force and twisted his body. Before you could even register what was happening, you were flipped onto your back, the mattress absorbing your weight as he pinned you beneath him. The sudden shift left you breathless, your hands instinctively coming up to push at his chest.
"My turn," he muttered, his eyes dark and completely feral.
Before you could open your mouth to complain, his large hand came up, wrapping firmly around your throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt, but the heavy, authoritative pressure instantly cut off your speech, forcing your head back into the pillow.
"You had your fun talking shit, Y/N," he growled, a wicked, dominant smirk flashing across his face. "Now shut up and take it."
You glared up at him, your chest heaving as you tried to twist out from under him, your lips parting to yell at him but the words died in your throat. Gunner lifted your legs, pinning them high against his chest, and drove himself inside you in one deep, punishing stroke.
A broken gasp left your lips against the pressure of his hand. The sheer depth of the movement was overwhelming, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your brain short-circuited. Any anger, any desire to fight back or complain, completely evaporated.
He didn't give you a second to recover. Gunner began to fuck you with a fast, heavy, relentless pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Every time you tried to gather your breath to say something, he hit the perfect angle, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight up your spine that turned your complaints into high-pitched, helpless whines.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear, his hand maintaining just enough pressure on your neck to keep you completely pinned. "Can't say a fucking word now, can you?"
The friction between you was blinding, the heat in the room rising until neither of you could think straight. Gunner’s pace turned frantic, his breath hitching as his body tightened completely over yours. You could feel the contractions starting deep inside you, the tension building to a point that felt almost unbearable.
"Y/N... I’m gonna go," he gasped out, his voice raw as he tried to shift his weight back. "I need to pull out, baby, let me-"
"No," you whined, completely lost to the pleasure.
Before he could slide out, you threw your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together behind his back with all your strength. As an athlete, your grip was ironclad. Gunner let out a ragged groan, trying to pull away, but you arched your hips up to meet him, burying him as deep inside you as possible.
That was the breaking point. Gunner’s head fell into the crook of your neck as his body shuddered violently, spilling himself inside you. At the exact same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you in intense, heavy waves. You cried out, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as your walls clamped tightly around him, pulling every last drop out of him.
For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized panting of both your chests. Gunner collapsed against you, his forehead resting against yours, his skin slick with sweat.
Slowly, the fog of adrenaline began to clear, leaving behind the quiet, heavy reality of the two of you tangled together in a Vegas hotel room.
Gunner leaned up slightly, his eyes soft and completely vulnerable again as he looked down at you. He reached up, gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from your damp forehead. Then, he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
"I love you," he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with emotion. "I swear to God, Y/N, I love you so much."
You looked up at him, your chest aching with that familiar, painful warmth. Despite the distance, the fights, and how messy your worlds were, looking at him right now made everything else fade away.
"I love you too," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.
tw 4 entrie series: obsessed!nettspend x model!reader, reader is unattached and uninterested, nett is golden retriever coded lowkey, weed mentions, mentions of eating disorders, thats all for now!
smut, oral (f receiving), slight orgasm denial if you squint rlly hard..let me know if i missed any :3 not proofread
gunner had only had you inside of his apartment for twenty minutes and you were already half naked, legs spread open with him between them.
you glanced down at him, only really being able to see his mop of blonde and black hair as he kissed down each of your legs. starting at your inner thigh and slowly making his was down to your ankle on each leg.
he went back up your legs, his focus now on your inner thighs as he slowly went back and forth between each leg kissing sloppily. “gunner come on, don’t have time for this.” you gripped his hair, pulling his face into your pussy causing him to grunt against you. the pain of you pulling his hair turning him on even more than he already was.
gunner finally started working his tongue against you, sucking and licking against just the right spot. consistently finding your clit, in response you moaned out loudly and pulled his hair tighter.
his blue eyes rose up your body, meeting yours as he pulled back slightly and inserted a finger into your hole, pumping in and out a few times. “you like that y/n?” his voice deep with lust. you nodded, too focused on the pleasure to speak.
he pulled completely away causing you to whine, tears prickling your eyes from how close you were to an orgasm. “i asked if you liked it y/n.”
you rolled your eyes “obviously i fucking like it gunner, dont piss me off right now.” gunner laughed at you in response “don’t get pissy ma, i just wanted to know i’m doing good.” he didn’t give you time to respond before he dropped back down and started eating you out again.
he sucked and licked harder and sloppier than before quickly pushing you to your orgasm. he held your legs open as you went stiff, making sure to lick up every last drop.
finally he pulled back, smiling up at you his lips glistening slightly with your juices as you tried to collect your breath. “your legs are shaking, you know that right?”
a stank look took over your face “shut the hell up gunner. or i’ll never let you breathe near me again.”
he licked his lips, the taste of you still on them
.ᐟwarnings/tags: friends to lovers, virgin!reader, loving sex, very corny, soft dom!hollis, fluff, confessing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), use of y/n, love bombing, p in v, creampie, choking
♡ you go to tokyo to film a vlog for your friends, feelings are confessed, things heat up.
.ᐟw/c: 5.0k
You’ve been best friends with Nate and Hollis for years, ever since you were teenagers. You’ve shared countless memories and done almost everything together but you were too shy to be on camera with them.
So when they invited you to join them on a trip to Japan with two other guys you had only recently met, you hesitated, but eventually agreed. Now, here you are in Tokyo, surrounded by four men who seem to have made it their mission to annoy you all day long. Originally, they planned to hire someone to film their YouTube vlog, but since you didn’t know what else to do as the only girl in the group, you offered to take on the task yourself.
“Yo Y/N, grab the camera!” Nate calls out as you all prepare to leave the hotel room and head to the car. You take the camera in your hands and start filming.
“Welcome to the ‘boylife in Tokyo’ vlog yall” Nate exclaims.
“Well, boylife…plus a random girl, actually” Hollis adds teasingly, causing you to laugh, your voice picking up on the camera. You make your way to the car and sit in front of the others so they’re all in frame. Minutes pass as they talk about random stuff, laughing and joking with each other.
"That wasn’t a freestyle, that was SHEDIM,"
Hollis says, glancing down at his phone.
"But y’all ain’t OGs, so..." he adds with a
grin.
After arguing over who’s an OG and who’s not, you can’t help but laugh at their ridiculousness.
“Y/N, you can talk too, you know. Don’t be shy” Hollis says, glancing at you.
“It’s fine,” you say quietly, your voice picking up on the camera as you chuckle.
“You’re a part of this too, you can’t hide,” Nate adds jokingly.
After stepping out of the car, you and the group began wandering through the vibrant streets of Tokyo. Neon lights illuminated every corner, casting colourful glows in all directions, while hundreds of people filled the bustling streets and crowded storefronts.
You kept filming them for a couple of hours as they goofed around in different stores, tried strange street food, and shopped for clothes. But as the night went on, everyone started to feel a bit worn out and agreed it was time to head back to the hotel and chill.
Just as you were about to put the camera away in your bag, Hollis stopped you, swallowing hard.
"Hey, we don't have to go back if you don't want to. We can keep filming—I’m not tired" he said softly.
"Oh, sure, no problem. I’m not tired either" you replied, turning the camera back on to capture him.
He grinned at the lens, his energy still surprisingly high. "So, everyone else left—I know, sad—but it's alright because I'm here with the beautiful Y/N, and we're gonna stay out some more." You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks from the compliment but quickly pushed the thought aside.
After wandering around for a while and filming Hollis ramble about minecraft, the two of you started to feel a bit hungry. You spotted a small, cozy restaurant across the street and decided to take a break there. Setting the camera on the table so it only captured Hollis, you both dug into your meals.
"Y/N still won’t show her face, but I’m gonna film her when she doesn’t know it—just watch me guys" he joked, glancing mischievously at the camera before looking over at you.
"Shut uuup" you mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, and reach your finger to the camera to stop it from recording further, which only made Hollis giggle at the sight.
Every time you were with him, it felt peaceful and fun—like nothing else mattered. This almost felt like an unofficial date, just the two of you chatting about random things, enjoying delicious food, and sneaking glances at each other every now and then. You couldn’t help but wish it could always be like this between you—and that he thought about it the same way too.
After leaving the restaurant, you stopped by a big arcade before heading back to the hotel. The room was packed with colourful machines, and loud Japanese music blared from the speakers. You wandered around, trying out different games and messing with the gacha machines, laughing at Hollis’s excitement over each prize.
Eventually, Hollis spotted a giant claw machine filled with adorable plushies and immediately zeroed in on a big bunny inside. You held up the camera, capturing his determined expression as he struggled over and over to get it out.
"I'm trynna win this for Y/N, but it's really tricky" he grumbled, glancing at you with a sheepish smile before focusing back on the machine. Hollis let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back dramatically.
“This shit’s rigged, I swear” he complained.
“You’re gonna spend all your money on that bunny” you teased, still filming him. He shot you a playful glare.
“It’s for you, so it’s worth it.” he turns his gaze back to the machine.
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you tried to ignore the way your cheeks warmed up. Eventually, after a few more failed attempts, Hollis finally managed to scoop the bunny up, and this time it didn’t slip.
“Let’s fucking go!” he exclaimed, and picked the bunny up from the prize chute.
“For you, pretty” he teased and turned over to you, placing the bunny in your hands. You couldn’t help but giggle, hugging the soft plush to your chest, and eventually turning the camera off for the night. “You’re ridiculous” you mumbled, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide.
Just before heading back to the room with the others, you and Hollis stepped outside the hotel and wandered to a nearby bridge. The city stretched out before you, vibrant neon lights glowing from every corner of Tokyo’s center, as the moonlight reflected off the water. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath, soaking in the beauty of it all while hugging the plush bunny close to your chest.
But the view that mattered most to Hollis wasn’t the city—it was you. Remembering what he’d said earlier that night, he pulled out his phone and started filming you. Your hair was swept back by the night breeze, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight ahead.
You turned to him, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “Hollis! What the fuck!”
He just laughed, lowering his phone a bit but keeping his gaze on you. “Couldn’t help it. You just looked... really pretty right now” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.
"Isn’t she pretty, y’all?" Hollis said, grinning at his phone before finally stopping the recording and slipping it into his pocket.
You shot him a glare, your tone serious, but your cheeks red.
"Don’t put that in the vlog, Hollis."
He just smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you.
"Oh, I definitely will."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "Whatever. Let’s just go back."
You headed back to the hotel room with the others, keeping the camera rolling as they danced and lip-synced to random songs, jokingly fought eachother, and chatted excitedly about tomorrow’s show.
Eventually, everyone started winding down, collapsing onto the bed and couch. Laughter still echoed through the room as Nate and the others scrolled through the footage you’d taken. Hollis flopped down on the bed next to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he glanced at the screen.
“You got some good stuff today” he murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
You chuckled. “Yeah, it was very fun filming you guys”
He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen, but you could tell his mind was somewhere else. After a moment, he looked over at you, a hint of seriousness softening his usual playful demeanor.
“Thanks for sticking around earlier. I know you could’ve just headed back with everyone else.”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I didn’t mind. Besides, it was fun…just the two of us hanging out together.” you said softly, your cheeks blushing. Hollis's smile grew a little wider, and he glanced down, almost like he was trying to hide his own blush.
“Yeah... it was,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual.
For a moment, neither of you said anything, the noise of the others fading into the background. You could feel your heart pounding a little harder than before, caught off guard by how close he was and the way his knee still brushing against yours.
Just then, someone shouted Hollis’s name, snapping both of you out of the moment. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up with a grin, throwing you one last glance before joining the others. As he walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way you did—like there was something unspoken between you two the past few months, especially tonight.
It was around 1 am, and you stood out on the balcony, your hands resting on the glass railing as you lost yourself in the peaceful atmosphere of the city. The others were in the room, chatting and working on a new song, their voices muffled. Suddenly, the sound of the sliding door caught your attention, and you turned to see Hollis stepping out onto the balcony.
“Are you alright?” he asked, giving you a soft smile as he joined you by the railing.
“Just needed some air. It’s nice out here” you returned his smile.
He nodded, leaning his elbows on the glass next to you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, just listening to the distant hum of the city and the muffled laughter coming from inside. Your heart started beating faster at his presence, and his perfume lingering in the air made your mind hazy.
It wasn’t the first time you’d felt that spark between you two. Lately, it seemed to happen more and more—stolen glances, casual touches that didn’t feel so casual, and the way his voice softened whenever he spoke just to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were imagining it or if he was just good at hiding how he felt because he wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship.
You glanced at Hollis, your expression thoughtful. "Everything okay?"
He hesitated before answering, his gaze fixed on the city lights. "Yeah, I’m good. Just... thinking, I guess."
Gently, you nudged his shoulder, your touch sending a small jolt through him. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me what’s wrong."
He let out a soft, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, it’s nothing. I just... really enjoyed our time together tonight. I mean, I always do, but this was different. I just... I wanna spend more time with you like this... alone" His voice faltered, and he swallowed hard before finally looking at you, his eyes full of a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. You felt your heart flutter, your cheeks warming at his words. Gathering a bit of courage, you took a small step closer, your fingers brushing against his.
"I’d like that too" you admitted softly and he moved his hand on yours.
"Yeah?"
You nodded, “Yeah, i like being with you…just us” looking up at his tall frame.
Hollis’s lips curved into a shy smile, his confidence wavering just a bit as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned closer. For a moment, he hesitated, as if giving you a chance to pull away—but when you didn’t, he closed the distance and pressed his lips softly to yours.
You leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as your hands slid up to rest against his chest. Hollis responded by placing his hands on your waist, his thumb gently caressing your side, making your heart flutter. The kiss grew more confident, both of you lost in the warmth and softness of the moment.
Just then, the sound of the balcony door sliding open made you both pull apart, your faces flushed and breathing a little uneven. One of your friends poked their head out, completely oblivious to what they had just interrupted.
“ Yo, we’re ordering food—any preferences?” they called out, not noticing the way you and Hollis quickly stepped apart, trying to act casual.
Hollis cleared his throat, glancing at you with a small, sheepish smile before answering. “Uh... no, I’m good with anything.”
Your friend nodded and slipped back inside, leaving the two of you standing there with matching grins and hearts still racing.
After finishing your food, the tension between you and Hollis still lingered in the air, subtle yet unmistakable. Every now and then, your eyes would meet across the room, and a quiet thrill would race through you before one of you quickly looked away.
Eventually, everyone called it a night, saying their goodbyes before retreating to their rooms. You settled into bed, but sleep wouldn’t come easily. Your mind kept replaying the kiss, the feel of his hands on your waist, and the way he’d looked at you with that soft, vulnerable expression. No matter how much you tried to calm your thoughts, your heart wouldn’t stop racing, leaving you sleepless.
“Bro, come on, we’re gonna be late!” Nate called out to one of the guys to hurry.
You held the camera steady, capturing the chaos as everyone scrambled to get ready for Hollis’s show. Since last night’s kiss, nothing else had happened between you two. You’d been surrounded by the others all day, and although you couldn’t help but steal glances at Hollis whenever he was nearby, there hadn’t been a single moment alone together.
You sat in the VIP section of the venue, making sure to get the best angle for the vlog. The energy was electric—your friends on stage giving it their all, the crowd going wild with every song. You couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, a proud smile on your face as you filmed the unforgettable moments.
“That shit was crazyyy, bro!” Nate yelled into the camera, grinning from ear to ear as he threw his arm around one of the guys. The show had ended some minutes ago and everyone was backstage.
You panned the camera to catch Hollis as he fixed his earrings and wiped the sweat from his forehead, still catching his breath. When he noticed you filming, he shot you a lopsided smile and walked over, his eyes bright with excitement.
“How was it?” he asked, his voice a little raspy from performing.
You lowered the camera just enough to give him a genuine smile.
“Amazing. You killed it out there.”
His grin widened, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching out to squeeze your hand briefly, giving you a look that made your heart race all over again.
“Glad you were here to see it.”
Your cheeks warmed at the brief touch of his hand, and you barely had time to process it before someone called his name from across the room. Hollis gave you one last smile before walking over to join the others, who were already talking about heading back to the hotel.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat as you continued filming the chaos backstage—everyone sharing stories, laughing, rapping and still buzzing with adrenaline. A little while later, when most of the guys had moved on to pack up their gear, you found yourself in a quieter corner, reviewing some of the footage on the camera.
Suddenly, Hollis appeared beside you, leaning against the wall with a casual, tired grin.
“You really got everything, huh?” he teased, nodding toward the camera.
You smiled back. “Yeah, pretty much. Gotta make sure the vlog captures it all.”
He hesitated for a second, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice dropping to that gentle tone he used when it was just the two of you.
“About last night...I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up to his eyes.
“Me too” you admitted, your voice almost a whisper.
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little nervous despite his usual confidence.
“Can we maybe... talk later? Just us? I just... I don’t want that to be a one-time thing.”
A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. “I’d like that.”
Relief washed over his face, and he shot you a smile before going back to packing his things.
“Born to do the most… forced to do the least”
Hollis said to the camera, doing a silly expression before breaking into a grin, making you laugh out loud as he lay on the bed, reviewing the footage for his “style” video clip.
After an hour or so, everyone eventually went to their rooms, calling it a night. You hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Hollis alone, and the anticipation was starting to eat at you. You sat on the edge of your bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone when a soft knock sounded at your door.
You quickly set your phone down, crossing the room to open it. There stood Hollis, looking a little disheveled, his hair messy and his shirt slightly wrinkled, but you loved it.
“Hey” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around.
“Nate’s finally knocked out. Mind if I come in?”
You stepped aside to let him in, your pulse quickening as he slipped inside and gently closed the door behind him. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you spoke.
“I was hoping you’d come”
He turned to look at you. “Yeah?…I really wanted to see you”
Hollis took a hesitant step closer, towering your short frame.
“Y/N... I feel so good when I’m with you” He said softly, his gaze locking onto yours.
“Lately, you’re all I can think about. I was kinda scared about kissing you—I didn’t want to mess things up between us—but... I really fucking enjoyed it.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and without thinking, you reached up and cupped his cheek. You looked him in the eyes, a soft, sultry look appearing on your face.
“Kiss me again, then” you whispered.
He didn’t hesitate this time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips met yours in a kiss that was deeper and more intense than the last. Your fingers threaded through his hair, and he let out a quiet, contented sigh against your mouth.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were slightly breathless, and he rested his forehead against yours with a lazy, satisfied grin. His eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing his thumb along your cheek.
“I want more... with you,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere.
“I love you.”
Your heart swelled at his words, and a smile spread across your face as you cupped his face in your hands.
“I love you too” you whispered back, your voice full of honesty and warmth.
He couldn’t help but smile, his arms tightening around you as he kissed you again—this time slower, savoring every second. You took a deep breath and whispered.
“Can you sleep here tonight?”
“Yeah” he replied without hesitation.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
A wave of relief washed over you, and you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your back. You leaned into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as his fingers brushed through your hair.
For a moment, you stopped talking, just soaking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. You felt his heartbeat under your cheek, steady and comforting, and it made you realize how safe you felt with him.
“Feels so good being able to say how i feel to you now”
You nod, then soon after, you leaned up and kissed him again, slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt. His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. Your bodies pressed together, and a soft sigh escaped your lips.
The kiss grew hungrier, his hands roaming up your body as if he couldn’t get enough of being close to you. Your lips trailed down his jawline to his neck, leaving sloppy, heated kisses along his skin. You could feel him shiver under your touch as you sucked gently, leaving marks that made him let out a low, breathless groan.
His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you even closer, and you could feel his growing tent poking you. You moved to his ear, your lips brushing against it as you whispered,
“I want you”
A shaky breath escaped his lips, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire.
“want you more”,
he whispered back, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.
His lips found yours again, more desperate this time, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. He guided you to the bed, his body pressing against yours as his hands explored the skin under your shirt, never breaking the kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck, making soft whines escape your mouth.
The sounds you made only making him harder, he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his erection. You slowly start grinding on him, moaning in his ear from the way his hard dick feels on your pussy.
“H-Hollis, wait” you stammered, suddenly gathering your thoughts and pulling back just enough to catch your breath.
He froze instantly, concern flashing across his face as he looked at you, his hands still resting on your waist. “Mh? What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his voice soft and reassuring.
You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but knowing you needed to be honest.
“I just... I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, your cheeks burning.
His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. “I know, baby” he whispered, the pet name making your heart flutter and your pussy wetter. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’ll be gentle”
“Okay…” you whispered softly, the nervousness melting away as you looked into his eyes. Then, without a second thought, you closed the distance, crashing your lips onto his with a newfound confidence. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss as his hands slid down to your ass, firmly squeezing it. You start grinding on him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You panted and moaned as he moved your hips on him faster. His hands moving to your shirt pulling it off of you, revealing your bare chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, makin’ me, mhp…so hard”
You whined in his ear, and he kissed your collarbone, pushing you harder against him, as he gently squeezed your tit, his fingers playing with your nipple.
“I’ve fantasized about this for so long” he admitted, caressing your ass.
“Mmh,fuck…need you—ahh…so bad” your small moans and whines filled the room.
“…‘m so close” you panted, your voice shaky as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He leaned close, kissing you, and suddenly picked you up and placed you on the bed, hovering on top of you. He placed soft kisses on your jaw, his hands moving to your sides.
“Let me take care of you, princess” he softly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
He moved his hand under your shorts and panties, placing his fingers on your heat. You gasped at the feeling, arching your back. He smiled at your reaction, kissing your neck and biting on the marks he left before. He started moving his fingers on your clit in a circular motion, moans leaving your mouth as you held him close to you.
“mh, so wet ‘f me, baby” he muttered, feeling your wet folds.
He took his hand out of your panties, making you whine from the loss. He sat up, and placed soft kisses on your tummy, positioning himself between your thighs. He held onto the hem of your shorts, sliding them down with your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby”
He wrapped his arms around your legs, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. You flinched under him, your breath quickening as you try to close your legs together from your embarrassment.
“Relax , princess, let me make you feel good, hm?
“O-Okay..” you stuttered and nodded, slowly opening your legs for him.
He went back to kissing your thighs, until you felt his slender fingers on your soaking cunt. He spread your folds, feeling your wetness, as he leaned closer and put his warm tongue on your clit, making you gasp and slightly pull on his hair. His mouth slowly moved faster, sucking and licking on your pussy. Your grip on his hair tightened as you arched your back, moaning and whining from the intense pleasure.
“You taste so good, princess…mmh” he whispered, his mouth vibrating on your clit. Suddenly, he slipped two fingers in your hole, stretching it out, his mouth never stopping, as you bit your lip trying to hold your moans from escaping. He moved faster and faster, devouring your swollen pussy, bringing you closer to your climax.
“ S-Stop–ahh…Hollis…”,
you managed to gasp out, your hands moving to his shoulders as you gently pushed his head away.
“Hm?”,
he asked softly, looking up at you, his tone full of worry. His hands eased their grip on you, giving you space as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort.
“Don’t wanna cum yet, wan you to fuck me” you whined.
Your words made his dick twitch, his eyes widened and breath quickened.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna do any—“
“Yes Hollis, fuck me…please, i need you” you immediately cut him off.
He swallowed hard, taking his shirt off in a swift motion, then his pants, and he hovered over you, kissing your lips softly, his hard bulge pushing on your pussy through his boxers.
“Want you…in me” you whispered in his ear, moving your hands to the hem of his boxers tugging on them.
“So eager for my dick, princess?” he cooed, as you whined and nodded fast. He then took his boxers off, his hard cock hitting his abdomen, making you drool at the sight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, as he grinded his bare dick on your heat, taking in his hand and rubbing it up and down your soaked folds.
“Mhp..fuck” you moaned.
He put his tip on your entrance, slowly pushing it in, not wanting to hurt you. You gasped from the sudden pain, tightening your grip on his back.
“Is this okay, baby?” he softly muttered in your ear, his voice gentle and full of care.
You swallowed back a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders and you nodded.
“Y-Yeah... keep moving,” you reassured him, pulling him closer to you.
His lips brushed against your neck, planting soft kisses as he continued, his movements slow and careful, until he filled you up completely. Soft whines left your mouth, as you tried to catch your breath, adjusting to his size. He started moving again, carefully, going in and out of you, the pain you felt slowly turning into pleasure, and the tears forming in your eyes fell on your flushed cheeks.
“so tight ‘n warm”
His pace quickened, bringing your leg around his wait so he could thrust deeper into you. You panted and moaned uncontrollably, as he wrapped his hands tightly around your throat, lightly squeezing it, and kissing you passionately. His other hand moved on your clit, circling it with his thumb, still pounding into your tight hole.
“Ahh, ngh…feels s-so good” you whimpered, trying to speak properly as his hand squeezed your throat. Feeling overstimulated by his dick and thumb, you suddenly felt a tight knot in your tummy, and you tugged on his hair.
“mhh…’m gonna cum”
“Cum for me, princess…make a mess on my dick” he whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw.
And just by hearing that, you came, moaning his name, creaming his cock, your legs trembling as his thrusts became slower.
“Hold on a little more baby, fuck, i’m so close”
You squirmed under him. He gripped your hips, pushing them firmly on the bed, his fingers bruising your soft skin as he sloppily fucked your dripping pussy.
“Cum in me” you bawled.
“What?!You sure?”
“Yes, please…I love you”
And with a few more thrusts, he finishes in you, “Fuck…”, filling you up with his warm white liquid.
“I love you so much, fuck, my pretty girl”
He presses a soft kiss on your lips , and collapses onto you. For a moment you didn’t say anything, just trying to catch your breath, his cum leaking from your hole. He sits up, and puts his boxers back on.
“Let me clean you up, hm?”
Hollis slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a towel. Gently, he cleaned your abdomen, his touch tender and careful, never breaking the comfortable silence between you. As he worked, he pressed soft, affectionate kisses along your stomach and up your body, making you giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.
Once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. You nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and full of warmth.
“You okay?”
You nodded, smiling sleepily.
“More than okay” you whispered, looking up to meet his gaze.
He grinned, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face.
“Good...I love you” he murmured, his thumb grazing your cheek.
“I love you too” you replied, leaning up to kiss him one more time, slow and sweet, before drifting to sleep in his embrace.
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A/N: Not sure if i like this enough, but anyway! I’ll definitely write more hotel inspired fics. Feedback and comments are appreciated!! <3
tags: dom!conceal x sub!roman, drunk make out, oral, masturbation, idk what else sorray
w/c: 874
a/n: VERY late birthday gift for @angelceal (soso sorry!)
The car shook slightly as the driver went over a bump, Roman shifting to hold onto the car rather than having his arm around Ryan.
“Roman! Stop moving! How many times?” Chessa exclaims with a stressed sigh as she sets her camera down for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Sorry..sorry” He rolls his eyes. He places his arm around Ryan a fifth time and waited for Chessa to take her photos. She loved taking photos of nearly everything so it wasn’t surprising to when she insisted on being this cramped into the backseat of the car just for a couple good photos.
All of them were on the way to a halloween party somewhere in the rich part of LA. Roman had done his skeleton makeup hours prior and had helped Ryan with his as well. Chessa continued to take photos of the two, cooing at them when they posed a certain way and rambling on about how they could post them.
Not long after, they finally arrived at the party. Chessa wandered off to go be with her friends once she spotted Sephira, leaving the two boys alone.
“Wanna go get drinks?” Ryan asked, receiving a nod in reply. The house was crowded with people, dims lights flashing as music blared through speakers in all corners of the home. They moved through a bunch of people, clearly all on something, before making it to the kitchen.
The two had picked up their drinks, Roman having something with tequila in it while Ryan nursed a beer.
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Rushing up the stairs, Ryan had a tight grip around Roman’s neck. The kiss being all tongue and teeth as it felt like the two were fighting for dominance, which was ridiculous considering their drunken states. Neither seeming to care if anyone sees as they make their way to an empty hallway.
“Ryan..” Roman whined into the kiss, the two entering some random bedroom. Ryan turned them around, Roman’s back against the closed door as his lips followed Ryan’s.
Their makeup was likely smudged by now, the mixture of saliva and sweat causing the face paint to disappear around their lips. Ryan pulled back from the kiss to press rough, open mouth kisses against the skin of his jaw.
All that comes out of Roman’s mouth are whimpers and gasps of Ryan’s name. His fingers slipping under Roman’s top to pull it over his head. Ryan’s lips trail down his jaw to his neck and collarbone, slightly nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin.
“Please…” Roman pants.
“Please what?”
Roman whimpers in response, not knowing how to verbally respond. A smug smirk appears on Ryan’s lips while his kisses trail all the way down towards his waistband, leaving him on his knees in front of Ryan.
“Cmon..you know how to ask, don’t you?” Ryan teases. His finger tracing shapes along the skin of Roman’s stomach as he watches the boy squirm. Roman’s eyes were hazy from a mixture of lust and the alcohol in his system.
“I want..I want your mouth” Roman mumbles but it was enough for Ryan to eagerly unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down. His eyes slightly widen seeing Roman’s hard bulge in his boxers. Roman whines with need, twitching in the confined fabric as Roman just watches with an amused expression.
Ryan leans in carefully, wrapping his plush lips against Roman’s tip through the fabric. Tasting the pre that had seeped through.
The fabric turning damp from the saliva and pre mixture. Ryan pulls down the waistband slightly, revealing Romans cock. Eagerly, his lips are around the tip as his hand starts to pump the base. Roman whimpers and the feeling and tilts his head back, shutting his eyes.
“Fuck..” he moans.
His hand moving to be placed in Ryan’s hair, guiding him deeper. Ryan gags around his cock which causes Roman to scoff out a laugh.
“What’s funny?” Ryan mumbles against his tip, pulling back with his brows furrowed.
Roman’s face heats up. “N-Nothing..” He stutters.
“Hm”
Ryan starts to mercilessly jerk Roman off, the pace of his hand going up and down on his slick length making lewd sounds.
“Ah..Ryan!” Roman whines.
“What?” He spits out.
“Fuckk— can’t you just..?”
“Just what??” Ryan mocks his whiny tone.
Roman’s chest heaves as he pants, not knowing what to do other than just take it.
“Let me cum..please!”
“Soon.” he promises.
“I..I can’t”
“You can.”
He can tell Roman’s close. He can feel it in how he throbs under his touch. Just to tease, he starts to run his tongue along the slit dripping with pre.
By now Roman was begging for release. Mixed pleas of “please!” and “I’ll be good..so good” as he pants.
“Cum. Now.”
It didn’t take more than that for Roman to spill all over Ryan’s face. He sticks his tongue out to try and catch some. As he stands up, he glides his finger along his cheek to collect some to bring up to Roman’s lips.
“Such a good boy..” Ryan coos as Roman’s lips wrap around his finger, licking off his own release.
He helps zip Roman’s pants back up, since he was too blissed out to do it himself, as he presses gentle kisses on his face, a big contrast to the ones earlier.
a/n i’m sorry this took so long guys i was so hungover, should i make a part 2?
walking through the mall you carried your bags, some of your fans had taken pictures with you earlier once you had first started shopping; you never minded it was nice to connect with the fans. oblivious to your surroundings you continued your shopping, running into more fans.
walking into victoria’s secret you browsed different sets, bathing suits and pajamas. stopping once you found a beautiful red set with rhinestones, you grabbed your size and checked out.
god she was so beautiful, he thought to himself—keeping a decent way behind you. not wanting you to see him very clearly following you, he had been for awhile and didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
you walked through the store, carrying your bag—making your way to your car. you had heard footsteps behind you; thinking nothing of it as you were at a mall, you unlocked your vehicle quickly putting away your bag.
getting into your front seat you looked in your review mirror.. thats odd you thought to yourself. seeing a tall figure standing in the distance, long dark hair framed his face.. though it was hard to see who he was.. you drove off.
you turned on your playlist, driving around as you listened blissfully unaware of the car that had been following you. you pulled into your apartment— walking into the front building, finding your stairs quickly walking up them as you found your apartment. unlocking the door you threw your bags on the floor sighing, another painstakingly long day. turning the lights on you noticed a small bouquet of flowers on your counter, inching closer you see a note and reach for it- eyebrow raised as you read it
for you my beautiful girl - R
what the actual fuck? you thought to yourself throwing the note and flowers away quickly, doubling checking your doors were locked.. how could someone get in? your apartment was on the fourth floor. you shook your head trying to calm your nerves, you headed for the bathroom. running a warm bubble bath as you poured yourself a glass of wine. you sat on the edge of the tub as you sipped on your glass taking the edge of your day off, checking the temperature you slowly got undressed, sinking into the warm bath as you closed your eyes. the warmth engulfed your body soothing your sore muscles.
days went by, more notes came and you kept having the feeling you were being watched, you were always in the spotlight but this felt different— more sinister.
you had a shoot today, modeling for a brand you had done for previously, you were told you were working with a man for the campaign, eager to get your shoot done you threw yourself in a sweatsuit and sunglasses and rushed out the door. getting to your car you noticed yet another note inside your windshield.
That red lace set you bought looks beautiful.
jesus fucking christ what is this? you ripped it up and sped off. driving through traffic you noticed a black bmw following you, you tried not to be paranoid it could be paparazzi after all, right?
arriving at set you noticed the same car pull up, that same guy you seen at the mall stepped out; tall, handsome with beautiful bone structure. you shrugged it off. walking into the studio greeting everyone your management introduced you to him, “y/n, this is roman leal you will be working together for the shoot.” she spoke as she flipped through paperwork as photographers adjusted their cameras, you nodded smiling at the man.
“it’s lovely to meet you, roman.” you say softly as you reached to shake his hand. his eyes darkened as he smiled, taking your hand gently as he looked at you, “the pleasure is all mine y/n i’ve heard a lot about you.” his voice was low— raspy even. he was incredibly handsome, in such a ethereal way.
your stylist handed both of you your outfits and showed you to your dressing rooms, you nodded with a smile as you closed your door; stripping you were trying to find the fishnets they wanted you to wear.
as you bent over you heard a creak, turning around quickly you saw roman peaking into your room. you gasped quickly covering yourself up as you rushed to the door locking it. yeah this definitely isn’t normal. getting changed as quickly as possible you tried to avoid speaking to roman, you know you should have said something but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. walking out you saw roman speaking with the stylist, you were urgently rushed into the set with roman; not looking at him you did the shoot to the best of your ability no matter how uncomfortable you were.
soon enough it was over, grabbing your things you left. ready to go clear your head; by that you mean a club of course.
pulling up to the club you sigh, parking as you grabbed your bag; just wanting to forget about todays incident. walking up to your favourite bartender your order a few shots of tequila, downing them like they were nothing.
you felt a warmth through your body as you moved towards the dance floor; moving to the beat as if nothing mattered. nothing was going to ruin this night for you, or so you thought. a man came up behind you grabbing your waist, “god damn you look good.” he whispered. you scoff trying to push him off of you but he wouldn’t budge. all of a sudden a tall figure appeared throwing the man off you, “she said fucking no.” he hissed before turning to you. it was roman.
your eyes widened as you stared at him in disbelief. “what the actual fuck are you doing here?” you spat backing up slightly as he towered over you. “i just wanted a drink nothing wrong with that love.” he said softly smirking down at you. you rolled your eyes, “what about earlier your a fucking peeping tom!” you pushed him back slightly. “that was an accident i wouldn’t do that on purpose.” he said his gaze growing darker.
“could’ve fucking fooled me, you stay the fuck away from me roman.” you hissed, walking away from him as he stood in the middle of the dance floor staring at you darkly.
you inhaled shot after shot, not caring about anything as you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was a bouncer. fuck— you sighed already knowing what was about to happen. the man spoke up, “listen hun, you’ve had way to much to drink we are cutting you off, you have to leave. do you need us to order you a taxi or uber?” he asked looking down at you, the room spinning before you can answer someone spoke, “i can take her home.” it was roman, once again. before you could argue he had picked you up and brought you to his car— the same black b&w as before. he placed you in the front seat as he drove off. his gaze occasionally glancing over to you, dark and possessive.
before you knew it you were home, how did he know where you lived? “let me help you up doll, i’ll take you to your apartment.” he murmured as he picked you up and unlocked the door.
then it all made sense, he was the one leaving you notes and flowers.
you groaned as he placed you on your bed, hovering over you. he placed a bottle of water in your hand looking at you expectingly. you downed the water and threw your head back on the bed, too out of it to argue with him right now.
he just stood there, not saying a word as he stared. you raised your brow as you sat up. “are you just going to stand and stare at me?” you asked sarcastically.
he laughed crossing his arms as he looked at you, “i want to do more than just look baby but i don’t think you want that.”
“what if i do?” the words flowed out of your mouth without hesitation. that’s all it took before he darted over to you, hovering over you. brushing the hair out of your face. “so so pretty baby, aren’t you?” he cooed as he smirked. you nodded mindlessly needing any kind of touch; this happens whenever you drink. you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him, sloppily as he laughed into the kiss. grabbing your face he roughly kissed you; biting your lip so hard it drew blood, he licked it off your lips smirking nothing was stopping him now.
you groaned at the pain, roughly grabbing his hair as you kissed tongues dancing, fighting eachother for dominance. his hand made its way to your throat pinning you back as he looked down. shaking his head kissing his teeth, he stared at you like you were his prey. “you don’t get to act like that baby i’ve wanted you for so fucking long, since i first saw you i knew i needed to have you; im not letting you go.” he said darkly.
you couldn’t say anything just nodding as his grip tightened around your throat, kissing your collarbones leaving love bites and he gently sucked on your sweet spots causing you to let out a tiny guttural moan. that send him over the edge, ripping of the top you had on he admired your bare chest, your cheeks grew flushed from a mix of desire and the liquor. he let go of your neck and gently rubbed his hands down your sides placing kisses all over you chest, your stomach and your neck. bucking your hips naturally trying to find any friction to help the growing wetness in your panties, he laughed darkly as he slid your skirt off.
“tell me where you want me to touch you baby, tell daddy.” he cooed, you squirmed under his touch. “i need to feel you, need you to touch my pussy.” you mewled. smirking he kissed down your stomach stopping before your soaked pussy, looking up at you he aggressively started sucking your swollen bud, fingering you as he used his tongue. you couldn’t hold back your moans as your thighs squeezed the sides of his face. grinding into his face as you lost yourself in the pleasure, right before you could cum he pulled away. shaking his head as he grabbed his hard cock through his jeans, the constriction killing him. “only good girls get to cum, i want you to use your mouth baby.” he purred as he undid his belt, his cock springing out leaked with precum. you scrambled over to him desperately, needed to feel him; to taste him. you hungrily grabbed his cock, slowly pumping it as you bobbed your head, focusing on his tip as he grabbed your face roughly thrusting his cock down your throat as he threw his head back, growling.
ruthlessly fucking your face as tears streamed down your cheeks; you couldn’t have looked prettier. looking up at him sent him over the edge as he let out one last moan before his load shot down your throat. pulling his cock away as he caressed your face, “that’s it baby such a good girl for me.” he hummed tossing you over, spitting on his hand as he rubbed his spit onto your aching pussy.
without warning he slammed himself into you, fucking your ruthlessly as he pulled your hair. pounding you from the back hitting every sensitive spot, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you cried out from the overwhelming pleasure. he folded over on top of you, wrapping his hands around your stomach as he went harder pushing on the bulge in your stomach as you whimpered, refusing to stop any time soon.
contains: situationship w/nate,drunk!ryan,smut,hair pulling,oral (p in v) (f receiving)
a/n: don’t come for me..
pt1
Nate pulls you closer by the back of your neck with his warm mouth yours. you breathe in his familiar scent, feeling his strong shoulders under your hands, tasting him on your tongue. he reaches for under your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts, which he likes to do every time you make out. it’s his way of letting you know he wants to go further, he always wants to go further.
he makes a noise in your mouth and rubs his thumb over your hardened nipple when his bedroom door bangs open. both of you, red lipped and wide eyed, whip your heads over to watch Ryan stumble in, wreaking of hard liquor.
“Ryan,” Nate says, breathless, “man, what are you doing here?”
he looks between both, pressing against the wall to keep himself upright. “i wanna do it again.”
you suck in a breath and glance at your boyfriend. Nate shakes his head, confused. “do what?”
Ryan looks at you then back at Nate.
like it’s hard to figure out, Nate still doesn’t get it.
“i wanna have sex,” Ryan says. he stumbles towards you.
Nate stands up. “Ryan. you’re drunk as fuck, man i don’t think you-“
“i don’t care.”
“you’re drunk, you can’t have sex-“
“i don’t care,” Ryan snaps. he yanks his arm away when Nate reaches for him.
“you’re not thinking straight, man.”
Ryan stares at you with taut lips like he’s waiting for you to have sex with him again. that’s the only reason he’s here, for you. “you should lie down.”
he smiles. “you on top?”
“Ryan,” Nate snaps. looking at him, he practically froths at the mouth. you’ve never seen him pissed like this, and especially not with Ryan, who’s usally mad at Nate and Hollis. “you make another comment like that, you’re leaving.”
but Ryan flops down on the bed beside you, lying back with his hands on his stomach.
you imagine him sliding his hands down, undoing his jeans, and waiting for you to do the rest. but he’s drunk. you can’t.
but then he does. Ryan does exactly what you hoped, and you watch him fumble with the button and rip open his jeans.
he looks at you with a dreamy twinkle in his eyes, and it wakes something up in you. you move onto your side, and your mouth clash like magnets being pulled together.
“yo!” Nate shouts. he pulls at your shoulder, but you shrug him off, throwing your leg over both of Ryan’s, climbing into his lap.
“what the hell are you doing?”
you gasp for breath then go back under.
you and Ryan grapple with each others clothes but take none off. he pulls the collar of your shirt so hard, it digs into the side of your neck. then, just like Nate, Ryan slides his hand up your shirt, pressing his warm palm on your rib cage.
“y/n, what the fuck?”
but when you don’t respond, Nate takes matters info his own hands and pulls your face so he can kiss you. and you let him, while Ryan watches, eager and seething with jealousy. his fingers start to unbutton your top, and you smile because Nate has no idea. the way his simple touch does so much for you, it drives you crazy.
ever since last time with Ryan, sex with Nate has been vanilla. bland. boring. not what it was before but not any different either.
secretly, you’ve been waiting for this to happen, waiting to see Ryan again. you’ve been needing a sign that it really happened, it wasn’t a crazy dream you had one night about your boyfriend and his best friend.
and Nate certainly hasn’t wanted to discuss it. he let Ryan have sex with you once.
even drunk, Ryan is a better kisser. you like the way he takes his time with you, savoring your taste, the way he works his tongue around your mouth. but his fervor is running out, quickly. whatever momentum he built up on the way here is going. going, going gone.
Ryan flops back on the bed and shuts his eyes. you’re disappointed but happy to catch your breath. and then it hits you when you look back at Nate you just passionately made out with Ryan in front of your boyfriend.
Nate kisses you, and it’s not nearly as fun as when Ryan kisses you. but you lean into it, kissing him back harder, until you hear Ryan snoring next to you. both of you look at him, look at each other, and keep kissing.
you don’t want to anymore, and you pull back, but Nate grabs you again and tries to kiss you.
“Nate,” you say. “Nate, i don’t want-“
“what? you don’t want what?” his chest rises and falls.
“i just… it’d be weird.” you glance at Ryan.
“are you joking? you had sex with both of us, but you don’t want to do anything with him here? he shakes his head, sitting down.
there’s an unspoken riff between the two of you, a crack that forms, small at first, hardly discernible.
it's hard to swallow, physically and mentally. you still haven't spoken to your boyfriend it’s been two days, the longest you've gone without talking to him since you started dating. and here you are in Ryan’s drive with your engine running, still, in case you change your mind. but you're more eager to get out and knock on the door than you are to leave.
you ring the doorbell, and it echoes all through the house. you step back and play with your fingers as you wait, staring at your reflection in the glass door. you look as nervous as you feel. you hope Ryan doesn't notice.
luckily, Ryan answers. he's the only one home. when he sees you, he smiles.
"Nate isn't here."
"i'm not looking for Nate."
"so, what are you doing here?"
"i... i wanted to talk to you." your hands shake. you toy with them to try and hide it.
Ryan lets you in. it's quiet and void of life. he leads you into the foyer then turns and crosses his arms. "about what?"
but Ryan knows why you're here. even after his embarrassing display at Nate's, you have unfinished business with him you want to take care of. he waits for you to say exactly that.
It doesn't come easily. you stumble over your words, try to choose them correctly. "i, um... you know, with Nate-- i haven't talked to him. in a couple of days. since, you know..."
Ryan makes you say it.
"since you showed up at his place the other night."
Ryan nods, slowly. "and?"
damn him. "and I've been thinking about what happened. about what we did."
for a moment, Ryan's stomach drops. he expects it to be bad news for him.
something along the lines of, "we can't do that again," or, "that can never happen again." some lame excuse, something Nate put into your head because he's a selfish, insecure asshole.
"i can't stop thinking about it," you say.
"and i know you were drunk, but--"
"you wanted to hook up."
you pause, and then you nod.
"yeah," he says, stretching his arms, "i was pissed at myself for falling asleep."
"you were drunk."
"and horny."
you think about it for a moment. "so you went to Nate’s?"
Ryan’s face goes red. you laugh, but he doesn't seem to be amused one bit. he says,
"i knew you were there. that's why i went."
"okay."
and then you both stand there, staring at each other, you with a smile, Ryan with a bored expression, the foyer table between you.
"you came here to tell me that you wanted to hook up the other night?" he says.
again, you play with your fingers. "i came here to..."
and, again, Ryan makes you say it.
"i don't want to have sex with Nate."
a smile slowly spreads across his face. "you broke up with him."
you feel worse, like a dead weight has just dropped inside you. "not exactly."
he raises an eyebrow.
here you are feeling ashamed in front of Ryan. no one could be more guilty than Ryan. "you don't feel bad?" you say. "he's your best friend."
Ryan gives a laugh. "no. i asked him, he said okay, you and i both liked it with each other, and now you'd rather have sex with me--there's no fault there on my end."
you scoff. you shake your head. Ryan grabs a bottle of pills from a cabinet in the bathroom and pops two in his mouth then swallows them dry, which you think is psychotic.
"i still have a headache," he says. "so. what did you come here for again?" he pretends to be confused. it pisses you off.
"never mind," you say, and you whirl around, start for the door, when Ryan grabs your arm and stops you.
his grip loosens, and his voice lowers. "i'll have sex with you if you want me to."
your cheeks flame. it should be offensive, what he said. instead, you lean towards him, offer yourself up to him.
Ryan wants to hear it first. he's wanted this moment for too long. "what do you want?"
"i want to have sex."
"with me."
you nod.
he raises his brows.
"with you."
he waits.
"i want to.. have sex with you."
he grins, and you hate him for a moment.
he grabs your face and kisses you right there in the foyer, you melt like chocolate. he's warm, still coming down from an outrageous hangover, as he takes your hand, and you walk upstairs to his room.
just you and Ryan. finally alone. no annoying Nate to get in the way, to make things bumpy and claustrophobic. Ryan can't wait to touch you, for you to be all his, even if you decide to go back to Nate right after. he'll settle for this for now. he really does regret being so drunk the other night that he missed an opportunity to touch you.
he barely remembers making out, but he knows it was good, he could feel it afterwards on his lips.
this is what he's been wanting. he wants to take his time with you.
"do you feel okay?" you ask.
"yeah, fine."
"i mean, your head. your hangover--"
"i'm fine." he's not going to miss out on having sex with you because of a headache.
"are you sure you wanna do this? cause, you know, we don't have to."
"i know." but it's like an itch. your body craves his. you can't leave here without it.
Ryan presses his hand on your ribcage, and his warmth seeps through your shirt. you put your hand over his. "you did that the other night. when we were kissing."
he dips his head and kisses you, and it's like you're picking up right where you left off from last time. Nate isn't here now, like a gnat in your ear, whining and bitching---he's been so annoying lately.
Ryan pulls you to the bed, and he sits. you climb into his lap and resume kissing. his hands tangle in your hair, and both of you laugh under your breaths. you roll your hips against him and whimper.
his hand is nearly the size of your stomach as he grabs it, and you lean back. "God, you're so sexy." he sinks his mouth into your neck, leaving a hickey there.
"Nate is going to be pissed," you say, smiling.
"who gives a fuck?" he sucks harder then makes another, more obvious one, towards the front of your neck.
Ryan hopes Nate sees all these hickies.
knows that Ryan has stolen his girl right from under him.
"you're a shitty best friend," you say.
"we're not that close."
you giggle, and Ryan pulls you down so you're on the bed. he crawls over you, pulls at your hair. "you're a shitty girlfriend."
"technically, we're not dating."
he's forgotten that Nate said they aren't exclusive.
Ryan lights up. he pulls you down by the leg, which makes you squeal, and tugs at your pants.
"off, take them off," you say, and you lift your hips from the bed so Ryan can yank them down. underwear, too.
then his bottoms, both of your tops. Ryan sneaks a glance at your breasts but looks back up as though he remembers he can't check you out, you're someone else's.
you place his hand on your breast. "touch me," you say.
he stands by the side of the bed and pulls you so you're right on the edge, lying down and completely open to him. you're his doll, and you want him to use you.
"please," you whimper.
Ryan turns you around so you're flat on your stomach, and he pulls your hips up against him. he jerks himself off before he guides himself into you. he takes his time, which is torture. "relax," he says. but it's hard to when it feels this good and this wrong.
he closes his eyes, focuses on the feeling of you clenched around him as he moves faster. "ah, i love this," he groans and leans over you, "i love that you're all mine."
he feels up your stomach, grabs your breasts. you back into him, slowly, and wiggle, and he nearly breaks.
"i'm not all yours," you say.
"yes, you are," he says into your skin. "i'm not sharing you with Nate anymore."
"what?"
he pulls out, turns you over, and you flop back onto the bed. he crawls over you, draws his lips across your jawline, up your ear.
"Ryan, what does that mean?"
"it means, you either have sex with him or with me. but not both."
you panic. "Nate and i aren't exclusive."
"doesn't matter."
"but, then why does it-"
"because i don't want you having sex with him.
it's the perfect response. but it's not right. "i don't know..."
"i thought you weren't exclusive."
having sex with Ryan is one thing, but to actually leave Nate for Ryan? you've been close with Nate for a while now, so used to latching onto him at parties. you imagine walking through parties with Ryan, and the image of him comes easily. you beside him, not so much. only because he's the life of the party. you're so used to the side kick, you're scared you're not a match for the main character.
"we're not..." you don't have strong feelings for Nate, but it's hard to think of letting him go, just like that.
Ryan kisses down your neck. he pulls your legs around his waist so he's pressed up against you. he's confident you're his. why would you settle for mediocre when you could have him?
"just say okay."
"okay."
he kisses down your stomach then positions himself at your entrance again and slowly pushes inside. when he's all the way in, he holds onto your hips and starts moving. for now, you can be Ryan's. later, you can deal with Nate and whatever consequences that occur.
you moan, stretching your arms above your head, and Ryan goes faster. he gets off on watching you writhe and squirm. he lifts your hips up further to get a better angle.
but he wants to be closer and crawls on top of your body, digs deeper inside you and grunts. he wants you to feel how bad he wants to keep you.
"what will you do if i go back to him?" you say.
"fucking lose my mind." he pushes into you, hard, and shivers. "please don't. please."
it's going to be impossible to face Nate after this. but maybe this is what you want.
Ryan goes faster,up your clit, which pulls out a moan from deep within you. "oh, God, you make it so good."
"i make it easy, huh?"
"yes."
he pulls out and quickly puts his mouth around you, sucking. your feet jump into the air and come back down on Ryan's back.
his shoulders dig into the backs of your thighs as he forces himself inside you.
your back arches. Ryan pushes in harder, getting his face in it. when you moan, he moans back, and the vibration sends a current running through your body.
he stops, panting. "i wanted to know what you taste like."
"mmm."
he crawls over you and kisses your mouth.
your tongue gets buzzed off the sweet flavor of yourself. you laugh into Ryan's mouth and feel him smile. he pushes himself back into you and rolls in deep. you wrap your legs around him to keep him close, as close as possible. and then he curses under his breath, sets himself up, and pounds into you.
you make noises loud enough for the whole house to hear, but nobody is. Ryan gets off on it, trying to get you to be louder and louder. when he decided he wanted to fuck you, he knew it would be good---not as good as this.
his dick throbs inside of you. if he let go, he'd cum in a second, and it's getting closer and closer to where he can't control it, but he doesn't want to slow down because this pace makes you feel good.
you gasp and clutch onto him, any part of him you can reach. "i'm close. i'm close i'm close.
"okay, baby, ready?" Ryan needs you to cum soon because he's too close. "please, baby, please."
and it takes over you. it starts down between your legs, makes your back arch, your breasts tingle, your toes curl. you just barely hear Ryan's grunts as he pulls out of you and spills himself all over your stomach. both of you let out audible sighs when you finish, and Ryan leans over you, defeated.
Ryan nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, says into your hair, "so, what do you think, huh?"
"about what?"
"leaving Nate for me."
you stare at him for a long time, and he stares back, waiting. you kiss him. "i think I can do that."
