#conceal x reader

[angelbabytay222]

he’s so beautiful it hurts

also.. sorry for not posting lovelies i’ve been so busy fics will be releasing soon i promise

[2godboy22]

SORE WINNER

❥ you and ryan take any opportunity to have some fun, even if it’s in the hotel room he’s sharing with his friend.

tags. friends with benefits, heavy petting, slight exhibitionism, blowjob, bathroom sex, cumshot, facial, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, i’m sorry roman (not really)

wc. 4.3k

hope it was worth the wait bc i lost my mind & the plot a little bit

You stare at the cards in your hand and then glance at the pile of cards splayed across the white sheets of the hotel bed, noting the one at the top.

“It’s your turn,” Roman points out helpfully, like you haven’t been playing the same round for the past 30 minutes. You cast him an annoyed glance, placing your card of choice on top—a draw 4.

Initially, you didn’t want to play, but Roman insisted you join in while Nate, Jonah, and Hollis were out getting more snacks. Even then, you still didn’t want to play because you knew how competitive he got. But when Ryan chimed in, saying, “It would be more fun if you played with us,” you caved, and now you’re on an impressive losing streak while Roman and Ryan duel it out.

You watch as Roman’s face falls, and he groans, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, I got more if you keep complaining,” you reply. You were pretty sure you had half of the deck in your hand with a variety of draw 2’s and skip turns, whereas both of them only had one card in their hand for most of the game. Uno was not supposed to be this drawn out amongst three people, but for some reason, neither of them wanted to call it quits, and as a result, you were on the receiving end of draw 4 chains that you may or may not have started.

Ryan bites back a laugh as Roman begrudgingly picks up four more cards from the rather depleted deck, a scowl on his face.

“You have to pick a colour too,” Roman scoffs. You ignore the hint of condescension in his tone, staring at the numerous cards in your hand for a moment. It didn’t matter which colour you chose, because you had at least 3 cards with it.

“Um, blue,” you say, glancing at Ryan. There’s a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You knew for a fact that he had a blue card. You were staring at him too hard for the past half hour not to notice. You probably could’ve caught a glimpse of his card in the reflection of his light eyes from how hard you were staring at him.

You’d be lying if you said it was for strategic purposes. No, Ryan looked good, leaning lazily against the headboard of the hotel bed with a pillow on his lap. He was shirtless—of course, he was. Not that you were complaining. It was late, and you all were winding down from the day. He was probably gonna go to bed after this, and if you were lucky enough, with you.

However, your ogling had given you an advantage. After a couple of rounds, you had managed to figure out what card he had. You would even go as far as to say you enjoyed collecting 12 cards from the deck because of the teasing grin he’d give you when he placed an additional draw 4 card to the chain you started.

That had to be some sick sort of masochism. It left you flustered—his smile and the way he’d laugh, mockingly apologizing for fucking you over. You were losing your mind over a fucking card game. You were glad it was almost over.

“Suck my dick,” Ryan taunts, tossing the blue card on the messy pile of cards at the centre of the bed.

Roman looked pissed from where he sat near the edge of the bed, but you were grateful. Despite the look he gave you, you couldn’t blame him. You did throw the entire game, so you didn’t have to sit there and collect more cards. It was a coincidence that Ryan won and not him.

“Good game,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood.

“You’re cheating. Both of you,” Roman accuses. “You two were teaming.”

“What?” you say, baffled at his words. You couldn’t be too shocked, though. You knew Roman would do everything but accept the fact that he lost.

“Bro, it’s Uno,” Ryan says. His grin widens when Roman rolls his eyes at both of you.

“You two were eyeing each other like crazy. I know y’all have it out for me.”

You were embarrassed that Roman, of all people, noticed that. You collect all the Uno cards that were messily sprawled on the bed, refusing to acknowledge the truth. It’s not like you and Ryan drew up a scheme to ensure Roman’s downfall. It was all coincidental.

“You swear you’re like a god at Uno or some shit. You fucking suck,” Ryan continues to gloat.

It was hot, you thought shamefully. The confidence oozed with each word he said as he leaned back on the pillows piled up behind him, his hips tilting upwards for a brief moment as he situated himself more comfortably. He didn’t give a fuck.

Roman flips him off and gets up off the mattress. In response, Ryan tosses the pillow that was on his lap at Roman, which, after colliding with him, falls to the floor. Roman glares at Ryan, then turns his attention to you, calling your name.

You glance up at him from where he stands at the foot of the bed. “Don’t act all innocent. I only lost ‘cause you were helping out your boyfriend.”

You tense at Ryan being referred to as your boyfriend. You weren’t exactly together, and you definitely wouldn’t call him your boyfriend, but you felt a fluttering in your abdomen at Roman’s claim. It could be anxiety—you didn’t want your arrangement to be perceived as a relationship or at all. You two were just friends. Or maybe it was the exact opposite. You wanted him to be your boyfriend.

You meet Ryan’s gaze. His smile didn’t falter at the term. Noticing would be admitting, so you shrugged off Roman’s mocking words, scoffing, “Or maybe you lost ‘cause you fucking suck.”

“You guys fucking suck,” Roman huffs out in weak retaliation.

Ryan is still smirking, and you’re too busy stuffing the cards back into the beat-up box to entertain him. He walks away, trying to get as far away from both of you as possible. Well, as far as the hotel room would allow him. Roman was sharing a room with Ryan, yet he was forced to sit in the corner of the room after his friends bullied him for losing.

“He’s such a sore loser,” you joke. Roman was on his phone, seated in the chair on the opposite end of the room, clearly not interested in either of you.

“He always gets like that when he loses,” Ryan agrees.

“We’re kinda being unfair. I had way more cards.” You felt somewhat guilty that you played the game in Ryan’s favour, but you didn’t want to sit through another round of nothing. You were definitely the loser by definition.

“Yeah, but you’re not being a big baby about it,” he said loud enough for Roman to hear, but he maintains his facade of indifference.

You sit next to him, back pressed to the headboard. There’s enough space between you both, yet you long to sit closer to him, to feel his body heat radiating off him. Close enough to smell his cologne in a way friends typically don’t do.

“Roman’s right. You were eyeing me like crazy,” Ryan whispers. The room is not big, and he definitely doesn’t want Roman listening to your conversation, so his voice is hushed as if you’re both spilling secrets. You use it as an excuse to shift closer to him.

“It’s part of the game,” you retort. His head rests on the headboard, and his gaze lingers on you. He sees right through your bullshit, a grin on his face. The same grin that hadn’t left his face since he won.

“Part of the game is eye fucking me? What kind of house rules you play by?”

Caught off guard by his words, your eyes widen in shock. Your face burns at his words, and you sputter, “I wasn’t eye fucking you.”

“Mhm, right,” he agrees, humming mockingly.

“I swear, I was admiring your insane skills. You should definitely go pro,” you say, brushing it off like it was a joke.

“Yeah? Did my Uno skills get you wet?” He teases. “That’s why you’ve been staring so hard.”

You scoff at his words. You hate to admit there was some truth to his claim—you could give less of a fuck about Uno, but he was infuriatingly sexy when he got smug.

“You wish.”

The tension between the two of you was palpable. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up once more to meet your gaze, and your heart skips a beat. You were starting to get nervous. Subtly, you try to wipe your clammy palms on your sweatshirt—the sweatshirt you stole from him.

“C’mon, don’t you think I deserve a prize for winning?” He asks.

“What kind of prize?” You question, quirking your brow in curiosity.

You had an inkling of what kind of reward Ryan wanted. Your hand moves between both of you, resting on his thigh. You were playing it safe, trying to gauge his reaction. His lips part in surprise, but then his warm palm presses to the back of your hand, a stark contrast to the cold room. With his hand, he guides you closer to his crotch.

“Stop playing,” he whispers, his eyes focused on his hand on yours. His hand, which was larger than yours, was delicately wrapped around your hand, daring you to take what you want—and give him what he wanted.

Ryan groans quietly when you palm him through his shorts. He tilts his head back onto the headboard, exposing his neck. He swallows his moans as you stroke him, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His hand, which previously rested on yours, grasps your upper thigh. Blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your inner thigh, attempting to ground himself while simultaneously drawing you in.

You position yourself closer to him, so close you can feel the body warmth radiating off him, pulling you in even further, like a moth to a flame. There was an obvious outline of his painfully hard length through the thin, black fabric of his shorts, and a damp patch in the cloth where the head of his cock leaked precum.

You two had barely done anything since Hollis was on tour. Every corner turned, someone was there, and neither of you wanted to raise suspicion that something was going on between you both. You two were always together, but it was never enough. It had been far too fucking long since you touched him like this. The accumulation of platonic touches that weren’t so platonic and not-so-subtle glances shared between you two was finally breaking the dam.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, silencing your own sounds as you focus on his expression, because he looked so good for you.

Ryan is a mess, plush lips parted as he lets out quiet sighs, and his hips gently bucking into your hold. The sight has you squeezing your thighs together, trapping his thick fingers in the process as you try to quell the dull ache in your core. You can’t help but whimper quietly, “Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

“Wait, fuck, not here,” Ryan mumbles, his chest heaving slightly. Because he can feel how needy you are for him, the heat radiating off your clothed cunt, aching to be played with. Any longer and he would make a mess on the front of his shorts.

His hand slips free from its imprisonment, sandwiched between your thighs, to grasp at your wrist, stopping your movement reluctantly. You stare at him in confusion, eyes wide blown with lust. He motions over to Roman. Too caught up in giving Ryan his well-deserved reward, you forgot about Roman, sitting in the corner of the room, probably losing a game in Clash Royale.

You move away from Ryan, creating enough distance between you both. Your face is warm—from desire or embarrassment, you can’t decipher. You take a quick glimpse at where Roman sat, still lost in his phone with a frown on his face. Thankfully, he didn’t witness the heavy petting.

Staring into the distance, lost in thought, you anxiously play with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You’re grateful for Roman’s ability to hold a grudge. You didn’t want to think about how he’d react if he did catch you. Your emotions were conflicting. You felt guilty, yet you didn’t want to stop.

Ryan is lost in thought, too, as he adjusts his shorts, a faint hiss escaping his lips. A couple of minutes have passed, and his erection is still achingly hard. His head falls back onto the headboard with a thump as he tries to ignore it. His fingers were idly playing with the drawstrings of his shorts.

The silence was drawn out as the weight of the situation failed to rest on both of you. Only the shred of dignity that continues to strip away when you’re in close proximity to Ryan prevented you from finishing what you started.

“You know, I was thinking of a kiss as a reward,” he whispers. His voice is still breathy as it cuts through the silence. You turn your head to face him once more. He continues, “Jerking me off was better, though.”

Your eyes flicker to his lips, then back to his eyes. His eyes, which were usually as blue as the sky, are overcast with desire. His pupils were dilated, taking in more light, taking in more of you. Ryan leans in close. You can feel his lips brushing against yours, but you tilt your head away. An exasperated sigh from him kisses your cheek instead, and a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips.

“You’ll grope my dick but pass up on a kiss?” He scoffs, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“No, you’re right, Roman’s nearby,” You justify.

“Now you care,” he says. Honestly, you didn’t really care. You enjoyed teasing him. The annoyed look he’d give you with the slight pout of his lips was worth it. If anything, it made you want to kiss him even more.

You get up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes in an almost comical manner. Ryan’s eyes linger on your form with each movement you make, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Where you goin’?” Ryan asks hurriedly, failing to hide his disappointment.

“I’m gonna give you your prize, silly.” An innocent smile graces your lips, betraying your true intention. You add, “I mean, if you want it.”

You outstretch your hand towards him as an offering, and without hesitation, Ryan intertwines his fingers with yours. You tug his arm, and he rises from his spot on the bed. He trails behind you eagerly, like a trained puppy following its owner. Roman doesn't bother to spare you two a glance as you disappear down the hall.

You don’t waste time when you enter the hotel’s bathroom. Once you ensure the door is locked, you’re pouncing on him as if you were a starved animal and he was your prey. From the way you were staring at him earlier, it wouldn’t be far off. You’ve been dying for a taste of him. It’s been 72 hours without him touching you the way you want him to, and it’d be okay if the fucker wasn’t such a tease.

With his back pressed to the edge of the sink’s counter, you have him exactly where you wanted him—cornered and anticipating your next move. Ryan cuts it short by wrapping one of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you. His plush lips move in time with yours, both hungry, and it doesn’t help that you can taste the sugar crystals on his lips that were left behind from the sour patch kids he was previously snacking on.

His hand trails along the curve of your back down to grope at your ass, and you part from his lips with a quiet gasp. His erection rubs against your tummy. He’s still hard from you stroking his cock through his shorts.

“So, what’s my prize, baby?” Ryan questions. His lips, pink and swollen from kissing, brush against yours, eagerly awaiting your reply.

“I thought you wanted a kiss,” you reply. Your hand moves between you and him, twirling with the drawstring off his shorts, contradicting your words.

“I know you didn’t drag me to the bathroom for a kiss,” he mumbles. You were so easy to read when it came to him; you love and hate it.

Instead of giving him a verbal response, you kiss his jaw, and his breath hitches as your lips then press against the column of his throat. Your nose grazes his skin as you continue further down, and you can smell the faint scent of his cologne clinging to him. Who the hell wears cologne to bed?

Your pecks lead from his chest to his abdomen. As you get lower, you purposely press wet kisses on his skin that leave with a loud, exaggerated sound. His abs tense under your lips, and his back digs into the counter. You peer up from your spot on the floor, on your knees, only to find Ryan admiring you already.

“You’re so pretty for me,” he mutters. His hand reaches out to tuck the strands of hair that obscure your face behind your ear.

His compliment and gentle touch add fuel to the fire burning inside you. You shift from your spot on the floor, subtly attempting to alleviate your need. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the cool tiled floor. You focus your gaze ahead, fingers fumbling with the waistband of his shorts.

You tug them low, not enough to free his dick, but low enough to showcase more of the sparse hairs that trail from his belly button down into his shorts. You meet his eyes as you drag your tongue on his skin above the waistband to below his navel. A path of saliva that clings to the coarse hairs, and you can taste the salt on his skin.

“Oh fuck,” Ryan groans. He swears his legs were about to give out, his hands reaching behind him to stablize himself on the sink’s countertop.

His cock throbs within the confines of his shorts. Whatever blood that didn’t rush to his dick settled under his skin, burning warm, and tinting his cheeks faintly pink.

You kiss his cock head through the thin material. It weeps for you to take his length out of his shorts, the front blotted with precum, leaving a dark stain in the black fabric. He’s whining too as you lap at him, only the thin piece of cloth separating you. Low moans escape his parted lips that leave your pussy dripping.

You finally pull his shorts down, exposing his cock to the cool air of the fancy hotel bathroom. You admire his length, standing tall for you. Veins that you’ve memorized with your tongue, trail along his tan shaft to its red, almost purplish tip, which leaked precum. Your eyes flicker from his flushed head to his gaze, your lips merely inches apart from his leaking tip.

It wouldn’t be the first time you both snuck out to do something like this. It’s a miracle no one has caught you two yet. Ryan peers down at you in anticipation. His biceps flex as his grip tightens on the marble surface.

Your hand wraps around him, and your tongue flattens on the head of his cock, savouring the taste of him oozing precum—bitter yet so addicting. You’ve been yearning for a taste of him, literally or not; you’re in heaven. You move to the underside of his cock, the veins along him throbbing on your tongue. You’ve made it a point to hold his gaze the entire time, eyes lidded as you pepper sloppy kisses along his length.

Ryan can barely reciprocate the eye contact, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. A loud groan escapes him as you wrap your lips around his tip. Your tongue nudges at his frenulum, and he lets out a higher-pitched whine than he meant to. All the sounds he accidentally slips while trying to maintain composure go straight to your sopping cunt. You’ve soaked through your underwear at this point, and arousal seeps through onto your sleep shorts.

He’s barely even touched you, only a brief kiss and some groping, yet you’re slipping your free hand between your thighs, failing to ease the ache as you rub your clit through your clothes. Your movement is messy and uncoordinated—a half-hearted attempt to stop the overbearing need pooling in your belly.

His lashes flutter open, and you lock eyes again. You know how debauched you look, on your knees, touching yourself while slurping on his dick like he’s your favourite flavour.

“You’re such a slut for me,” Ryan groans. His hand moves to hold the back of your head gently, and you swear he’s petting your hair. “Fuuuck, baby, you look so dumb when you touch yourself while sucking me off. My pretty slut’s gettin’ drunk off my cock.”

You moan around him, and he bites back a groan of his own. Ryan’s voice was dripping with condescension and pure lust. It makes you even wetter, but you’re not even playing with your sensitive nub anymore, too focused on him. Both of your hands shift to grip his bunched-up shorts around his thighs.

Your cheeks are hollow, and your swollen lips stretch around him as you take more of his fat cock deeper. Spit accumulates at the corner of your lips, dripping down your chin as his cock rests heavy on your tongue. His hips rock in shallow thrusts, and a wet gag escapes you as the dull mushroomy tip of his cock nudges at the back of your throat while the hair at the base of his cock tickles your nose.

You’re distracted by the noise outside. The sound of the hotel door opening and the rest of the guys entering, laughing about something, is barely heard from the bathroom, but it’s loud enough for you to be on edge. Hollis calls your name, then questions Roman, “Where are they? I got those nasty ass candy they like.”

“No idea,” Roman replies.

“Shit,” Ryan gasps. Your attention is focused back on him. “We should stop.”

You try to do as he says, pulling away from him, but he urges you to take him further despite his words. His hand buries into your scalp, and the tattoo on Ryan’s arm contorts with his muscles as his other hand, which grips the counter, tightens. You comply because the expression on his face was just as blissful as your own. He gazes down at you with lidded eyes, thick eyebrows drawn together, and plush lips parted as he lets out quiet breaths.

The guys continue to chat, with Nate asking, “Yo, wanna play some Uno?” and Roman responding, “Fuck no.”

But the noise disappears into the background as he fucks your mouth. Your jaw is aching, and your knees are probably going to be bruised after this, but it was all worth it. There was a high possibility that someone might figure out what you and Ryan were up to. You two weren’t exactly discreet. If both of you were missing at the same time, and the bathroom door was locked with strange noises emitting, you wouldn’t fault anyone for jumping to conclusions.

Ryan guides you off him, and thick strands of saliva break as you part from his cock. His length is coated with a layer of sheen from spit.

“Stick your tongue out,” Ryan instructs.

You obey without hesitation, jaw slackening as you stick your tongue out. Your lashes were clumped together from tears, and your parted lips were swollen and glossy.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Ryan whispers. He uses the remnant of saliva on his cock as lube as he strokes his cock. “Not a thought behind those eyes, huh?”

“Say ‘ahhh’,” he mocks.

He comes undone with a quiet groan. Thick spurts of cum land on your tongue and on your cheek. Instinctively, your eyes flutter shut as the warm fluid continues to spill out of his spent cock. You gasp when he slaps the tip of his softening dick onto your tongue, and your eyes open to meet his gaze once more.

He’s still grinning cockily—it’s like it never left since the night started. He shifts away from you, his cock slipping away from your mouth and back into his shorts. You swallow the cum on your tongue, savouring the taste of him. You wipe off the mess on your face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Seriously? You had to get that shit all over my clothes?”

You stand up from your spot on the floor with wobbly knees, and you’re face-to-face for the first time in a while. You scoff, “You got it all over my face first.”

You lean forward, trying to steal a kiss from him, but he pulls away. “I’m not kissing you with cum all over your face.”

“You’re so boring,” you pout.

Ryan moves away from the sink, and you take in your appearance in the mirror. You look thoroughly fucked; your hair was dishevelled, your lips swollen, and there was still cum and spit clinging to your skin. You meet Ryan’s gaze in the reflection, and he’s smiling, proud of himself.

You turn the water on, washing your face clean of any sign of bodily fluids. When you’re done, you take one more glance at the mirror, hoping that you look at least somewhat presentable. You can feel Ryan’s eye burning into the side of your face.

Tilting your head, you meet his gaze, and he’s leaning against the sink’s counter.

“What?”

Ryan leans forward and captures your lips with his, tasting himself on your tongue. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Parting from you, he licks his lips, savouring the taste of you.

“I don’t want the rest of the guys to see you like this.”

[sh3lov3dyou]

pairing — cf!conceal && fem!reader <2,, (lol this isn’t proofread so lmk if there’s any fuck ups pls pls pls)

— summary : sneaking out for slight alone time w/ ryan, maybe.

— warnings : smut, fluff?, praise kink, sub!reader, soft!dom!conceal, sappy/nonchalant ass conceal.

Everyone was slowly quieting down as the night went on. For the most part, all of the boys were in a shared hotel room together, considering they were staying in this particular part of town for a small bit.

You and Ryan decided to share a bed, Nate took the floor with Jonah, and Roman and Hollis took the other bed. The hotel technically had enough room for you all.

You heard soft snores on the bed next to you meaning Hollis and Roman were probably asleep so you turned towards Ryan.

“Ryan,” you whisper.

He turns his body towards yours, in a way of saying you have his attention.

“You tired?” you ask and he shakes his head, whispering back a small “No.” as he picks up his phone and sits up.

“You wanna go somewhere?” he asks and you shrug before shaking your head. “It’s cold out,” you answer.

He smiles at you and grabs one of his hoodies before throwing one at you and putting another of his on. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes before slipping it on over your tank top.

“Come on, girl,” he whispers and carefully steps past Nate and Jonah before he grabs the keys off the table in the hotel and opening the door for you.

“Where are we going?” you ask softly walking out the door past him as he follows behind you.

“Wherever you wanna go, pretty girl,” he replies nonchalantly and you smile at his tone but don't reply.

You guys get to the car and he opens his phone, as you get comfortable in the passenger seat.

“You wanna just sit for a little?” he asks setting his phone in the cup holder, you just nod.

“I like doing this kinda stuff with you, feel like I can't do it with the other boys,” you mutter, bringing your knees up to your chest and laying your head on them as you fix your gaze onto him.

“Doing what?” he smiles slightly at your words, he knows exactly what you mean, though, he likes the sound of your voice.

“Being able to talk to you, I'm comfortable with you.” You smile. He’s smiling too, and he leans in slightly, his gaze falls to your lips quickly and right back up.

“Good,” he smirks slightly, leaning his head on his seat.

“Good?” you smile, and slip out a small chuckle, “what don't you like talking to me too?” you tease.

He sighs and lets out a breathy laugh before sitting up and letting his eyes follow the frame of your face.

“I do,” he says and clears his throat.

“Yeah?” you ask reassuringly.

“Mm, yeah,” he mumbles before leaning in to kiss you, one of his hands finding its way to the nape of your neck, and you let out a small moan, which allows him to slip his tongue past your teeth.

“I like it when you make pretty sounds,” he says softly as one of his hands slips under his hoodie you have on.

His touch is warm, and gentle as he asks for permission to take the hoodie and tank top off of you. You nod quickly and he doesn't move.

“Fuck—yes, Ryan.” he smiles at your words.

“See, so pretty,” he mutters and quickly gets the hoodie over your head before his lips attach to your neck and your jaw slacks slightly as your hand falls into his hair, giving it gentle tugs.

He whines quietly into your neck, causing more heat to pool in your underwear before his hand cups your tit, giving it a gentle squeeze and sliding down into your pants, messing around with the waistband.

“You're a fuckin’ tease,” you sputter.

He lets out a laugh, “Say please, baby.”

“Please, Ryan, just fucking touch me already.” You place your hand over his and he smirks.

“C’mere. Sit,” he pats his lap, and you move on top of him, thigh brushing against his hard on, erupting a groan from his lips as his head falls back against the headrest.

You rock your hips against his slowly, itching for some sort of friction, any way you can to get off to him and his pretty praises.

His hands quickly fall to your hips, and he goes blank. “I’m gonna make sure you get it—mm..just wait,” he mumbles and pulls your head so your lips are back on his.

His hand finally slips into your pants and teases your folds, letting out a muffled moan as one of your hands falls back into his hair and the other grips his shirt tightly.

As his plush lips continue to attack yours, his other hand brushes down your spine as goosebumps erupt before giving your ass a light squeeze, and you rock your hips forward once more, unintentionally.

He lets out a small whimper and one of his fingers finally enters your sopping pussy and you practically scream, feeling so sensitive.

He cradles your neck and his lips fall from yours, “You're so pretty, look at you, fallin’ apart on me,” he says lowly as his hips buck and you let out another moan.

“S’too much…” you repeat, and he nods but makes no effort to stop.

Your hand falls to his wrist and squeezes it as he adds another finger.

You bite down on your bottom lip, and he quickly puts his hand that rested on your ass to your chin, “Let me hear you,” he speaks lowly, gazing down at your lips.

You let out a quiet moan and he smirks, “You want this dick, yeah?” he asks, reading your face and you nod quickly.

His fingers curl in your pussy before coming to a halt and he moves quickly, pushing his pants down as well as his underwear to his thighs, and his cock springs up and slaps his stomach as he lets out a breathy sigh and removes his hoodie.

He sticks his palm out in front of you, and nods, “Spit.”

You obliged, and he strokes himself a few times. “My good girl, yeah?” he asked, rhetorically before lining you and him up together.

You quickly place your head between his neck, letting out muffled sounds while catching a faint smell of his cologne, and you smile slightly to yourself.

He cradles your head again as his other hand rests on the edge of your ass, bouncing you up and down and he lets out low groans.

“So good, pretty girl, soo good,” he praises and you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he keeps the same pace going as he pulls your head back up to his and kisses you.

“Feel good, baby?” he smiles at your fucked-out state.

“Mmm—y-yes. So good, Ryan.” you moan his name, and his dick twitches again.

You can tell he's getting close, but so are you.

His hand that rested on your ass now intertwined with his as you attempted to keep the pace up on your own, and he smirks with satisfaction.

“You got it, baby,” he mumbles as one of his hands comes down to play with your clit, rubbing quick infinity circles up on it, and at this point, you're questioning how you are functioning on your own.

“Ry,” you moan out. “Yeah, come on my dick, baby, you got it,” he smiles as you start to slow down on his cock.

He quickly brings a hand around your waist and keeps the pace up again, and before you could tell him, you came all over him just seconds before he came inside you, leaking all over your aching walls.

Your body stills against his, and he massages your hips, “You okay?” he asks, running a hand through your hair, and you nod softly.

“Words,” he says, chest still heaving.

“Yeah,” you muffle as your head rests in his neck.

His arm snakes around your waist and lifts you like you weigh nothing to remove himself from you.

“Wanna go inside?” he asks as his hand still combs through your hair, and you shake your head before clearing your throat.

“Not yet.”

[osx12-22]

Gun Metal

Tags: Gunplay, p in v, talk of shooting (no action), cumming inside, (lmk if I need to add more)

Á/n: We all know Ryan is á gore enthusiast so I had to..

When you and Ryan got together, you were no strangers to getting pretty kinky.. both quite willing to explore. So of-course you had the courage to ask. You’d always been into the idea of guns. You loved when he flaunted a gun, you loved watching him shoot at the range, you couldn’t explain exactly why, you’d just always found it stupid hot. One night as you made out, him lying back on the couch, you atop him, hands on his chest, you kissed down his neck. “Ry…? I gotta idea..” He hummed, hands roaming your hips. “Can you.. use your gun on me?” You hummed with a smile. Ryan bit his lip, his hands roaming your hips gripping á bit tighter. “Fuck.. You serious baby?” You nodded quickly. He shifted á bit beneath you to reach onto the coffee table, grabbing his Glock. He held it between you two, already undeniably hard despite the fact he hadn’t even used it yet. Ryan watched you with hungry eyes, studying your reaction as he flipped the safety off with a click. The sound made his dick twitch against his boxers, fuck he really loved this. He dragged the barrel down your chest, then your stomach, achingly slow. Your breathing came shallow, already so turned on by just this. “Fuck..” Ryan muttered as he pressed the cool metal of the barrel against your pussy, pressing in á bit just to get a reaction out of you. You gasped lightly at the pressure, hips bucking. He pulled your shorts and panties down with a quick tug, immediately pressing the cold metal back to your skin. “Yeah keep going baby.. ride it.” He growled under his breath, watching you hump the barrel of the gun. “Look at you ruining my gun..” He muttered as he watched your juices coat the barrel. His dick throbbed in his sweatpants, the sight of your arousal coating his gun filthy. Ryan flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling you into doggy. He held the gun to your head, cold metal kissing your scalp. He stroked himself a few times before shoving in. You gasped back arching. He thrusted deep and rough, one hand holding your hip to pull you back on him, the other pressing the gun to your head. “Could pull this trigger on you right now… Blow your brains all over the couch.” He muttered as he thrusted deep. You whined, the words making your gut twist with both fear and arousal. He pressed the gun against the back of your head á bit harder, tilting his hips to thrust deeper. “Fuck you sound so hot when you whine like that..” he groaned. As he continued to thrust his movements got sloppier. He took the gun away from your head, wrapping the arm around your waist, he rubbing your clit in circles with the barrel of the gun, pressing his forehead against your upper back. “Cum for me baby..” He muttered. The sensation of him thrusting into you combined with the gun rubbing tight circles around your clit was enough to push you over the edge. You arched your back, crying out as you came, hands gripping the fabric of the couch tight. “Fuck- Ryan!” Ryan followed quickly after you, thrusting quick and sloppy before bottoming out, groaning and muttering á string of curses before slowly pulling out. As you both sat back up you sighed, looking over at him. “So.. That didn’t have any bullets in it right?” You said softly. Ryan just smirked, pulling out the magazine, tilting it to the side to show you the bullets inside.

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sneaklink!ryan x mean!reader

in which;

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ryan and reader met at a bar, exchanged numbers and agreed to be sneakylinks, knowing it'll be easier for both of them. but does ryan start falling for the pretty girl he gets to touch?

warnings; suggestive, sexting(?)

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1st ryan fic, let's see how it does🥹

if it does good should this become a story ?

lmk if i missed any mistakes!

lmk if you'd like to be added to taglist if i make pt2😇!

[2conceal22]

PSTAR. - conceal

not proofread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vxmpirekiss]

BACKSEAT

fem reader! x conceal (ryan)

fic info: after being out all night with the boyliife members everyone was ready to head home and settle down, but there was a bit of an issue. the car was too small. and of course this is exactly how you ended up squished upon ryan’s lap. (not proof-read)

tags: slight intoxication, drunk sex?, grinding, dirty talk, name calling, p in v, unprotected sex, orgasm, slight fluff.

notes: hello everyone! i’m back with another fic. i didn’t expect to make this so quick but when i got requested to write something about conceal and i had to take the offer right away. this one’s a bit all over the place but i hope everyone still enjoys. thank you! <2

being friends with the boyliife members meant after parties every time y’all met up. you didn’t complain about it because you loved partying, but most of the time this meant some sort of chaos was bound to happen. walking out the back door of the club that hollis had rented out after the show you walked next to him and ryan. you were exhausted and pretty drunk, but you weren’t the only one. all the boys were pretty fucked up but you all had fun so none of that mattered. roman led the way to the car and all of you followed. the walk wasn’t long as you finally made it to the car. you went to open the door until ryan had cut you off and opened it for you ‘allow me.’ you laughed at him ‘wow a gentleman we have here.’ the two of you laughed and easily got distracted as the other members quickly scurried their way into the car. you didn’t even realize everyone was in until hollis shouted ‘yo! hurry up it’s getting cold with the door open.’ both you and ryan looked over at the car then back at each other and laughed once again. you both walked over to the car, ryan in first then you, but there was a problem. there was no room left for you.

you stood there awkwardly looking at everyone in the car. roman and hollis were squeezed, nate was barely in a seat himself then there was ryan basically sitting on top of nate. the security guard sat in the front seat so there really was no seat for you. you stood there with a blank face. ryan looked over to hollis and gave him a confused look. ‘i swear the car was meant to be bigger. i ordered the party bus pack?’ you looked down at ryan as his eyes met back up with yours. there was something concerning about the way he looked at you and you knew he had something planned. ‘sit on my lap.’ he said sternly. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. it wasn’t like you were uncomfortable with sitting on his lap, you guys were close friends he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you feel gross, but it was all about what you were wearing. you looked down at your outfit as a rush of worries ran through your body. obviously you couldn’t ride on top of the car or in the trunk, so truly this was your one and only option. ‘alright. don’t try any funny stuff though.’ you made your way into the car, ducking your head then slowly crawling on top of his lap. there was an awkward silence as you felt eyes all on you. all you could hear was a low snicker coming from roman as ryan slapped his arm. ‘ow that hurt!’ .. ‘then shut up.’ ryan spoke.

finally the car started moving. you tried to distract yourself by looking out the window or blocking out everyone’s talking with the music being played but everything led back to the fact that you were sitting on his lap. you weren’t uncomfortable it just felt odd? you tried not to move to cause anything weird to happen but of course with the luck you had the driver of the car went over a huge bump causing you to lift up slightly then slam back down onto his lap. you suddenly felt his hands grab onto your waist as a groan escaped his mouth. you slightly turned ur head and looked at him to whisper ‘i- i’m sorry i didn’t expect that.’ there was a sharp look in his eye, like they were on fire. you looked him deep in the eyes as the moonlight shined through the windows and glistened right to his pupils. ‘your cool. don’t worry about it.’ his voice was low and deep, and for some reason it gave your body chills. you never really looked at him that way, he was always just a friend to you and someone you felt safe with but the way he was making you feel right now make you want to see him more than that.

the car kept moving and everyone else was distracted but you. the grip ryan had on your waist became slightly tighter and you held back everything. his hands gripped onto your hips holding you right against his now visible boner. he held you there to keep anyone from seeing but it was doing far more damage to you than anyone else currently. you could feel him through your panties and it was bothering you that you couldn’t do anything about it. you really tried to stay still and not move but the friction only made your panties get wetter. ‘try to stay still. they’re gonna notice.’ he whispered into your ear, you could feel his breath against your neck leaving chills down your body. you moved slightly to look out the window to see where the car was at. your apartment was only down the street. ‘e-excuse me driver- d-do you think you could drop me off up there. please?’ going home would probably be the best idea right now.

a few minutes later the driver parked right in front of your apartment complex. you looked down at your lap then turned back around to ryan. giving him a concerned look he slowly nodded at you giving you the go to get up. you quickly got up and opened the door to exit the car. standing outside you waved goodbye to all the boys and went to close the door until you were stopped. ryan walked out of the car with you. ‘i’m gonna go with her tonight, make sure she’s ok. you ok with that?’ your heart dropped. what was he doing to you. you couldn’t even say no, he had some sort of spell on you. ‘i- yeah. come on let’s go.’ you walked towards the steps of your apartment and opened the door. he followed you inside and closed the door behind you. ‘ryan what are we doing. you know i’m fine here by myself.’ turning toward him you looked at him to find the answer. there was silence. you went to walk away from him and leave him there, that was until he grabbed your arm turning you back toward him and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. you wanted to back away, ryan was only your close friend, but something in you let it happen. and your body wanted this more than anything.

the kissing deepened as you felt him getting more eager. you grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the couch that stood in your dark living room. you turned on the little lamp that stood in the corner of the room as the light made your body glow. he looked at you deeply in the eye as you giggled. you walked back over to him and pushed him onto the couch bringing your legs up to straddle his lap. getting comfortable on top of him you slowly pressed kisses to his neck, little groans came beneath his lips every few seconds. his hands found their way to your thighs once again then up to your skirt. he lifted your skirt slightly as his palms landed flat on your ass. he squeezed slightly then brought his lips to yours. you moaned into his mouth and grinded on his boner, you could feel him through his jeans. he kept kissing you softly then he brought his hands up to yours shirt and took it off. pulling back he looked at you in the eyes asking for consent you didn’t even need to speak your body gave the answer.

taking off your shirt he left you in your bra as he gazed his eyes over your tits. he kissed you once more then brought his lips down to your tits to place kisses on them too. you let out a husk breath as you kept your arms on his chest. both of your bodies were filled with heat and lust, every move the two of you placed on each other left you with wanting more. after a few more minutes of making out and getting each other ready he finally lifted you off his lap and brought down his jeans. he took them off slowly basically giving you a strip tease. you wanted to just rip them off already. you were patient with him though letting him do just what he wanted. after the two of you were undressed he left himself in his boxers. you could see his boner through his pants and his print was big. ‘do you have a condom?’ he asked as he took off his boxers and threw them to the side. his length sprung out and hit his chest with precum. like you thought, he was in fact huge. you looked down then up at him and shook your head no. it wasn’t the best idea having sex without a condom but you trusted him enough. he waved you over with his hand and brought you to the couch.

once you were on the couch he had you bent over. keeping his hands on your waist he grabbed the hem of your panties and brought them down tossing them to the side. you were soaked. ‘damn. all i did was kiss you.’ you looked back at him and scoffed rolling your eyes ‘shut up.’ he laughed at your comment then brought the tip to your cunt. ‘i’ll pull out i swear.’ he lined himself up and slowly pushed in. ‘you bet-‘ you were cut off with the both of you gasping loudly. he pushed himself all the way in allowing you to feel every inch. ‘s-shit. your tight baby.’ he groaned loudly. you grabbed on tightly to the back of the couch tossing your head down onto your arms. ‘s-shut up!’ he brought his hands to your side as he slowly started to thrust in and out. the way he was moving sent you to heaven, slow at first then picking up the pace. you basically could feel every vein around his dick. you kept your head in your arms muffling all your moans when you felt his hands grab your hair into a ponytail and pull it up. ‘wanna hear your fuck- moans like the slut you are.’ his pace picked up as you squeezed tightly around him. all his words made your legs feel like jelly. you could tap out instantly but you wanted to feel much more. he kept thrusting into you hitting all the right spots. ‘r-ryan ugh- m’close.’ his grip on your thigh tightened. ‘you got this angel. keep taking my dick.’ it only took several more thrusts until you felt your stomach get warm. you threw your head back as your legs shook and you came down from your orgasm. your seed poured all over his dick and he pulled out and came on your back. the two of you laid flat on the couch out of breath.

after the two of you sat in silence it was finally broken. ‘you okay?’ he rubbed on your shoulder as you nodded. ‘we don’t have to tell anyone of this, i know it was sort of an odd situation.’ you looked at him deep in the eyes and smiled. he was a good guy and a good friend to you. ‘okay. this can be our dirty little secret.’ you laughed as you laid your head on his lap. he ran his fingers through your hair and the both of you closed your eyes.

taglist: @sweet2sin

[hollisedd]

𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋 - ryan d x reader oneshot

next

“you’ve got a new like 😍”

ryan: hey

you scrunched your face not remembering swiping on him so you ignored the message and looked through his profile instead

ryan: hello?

ryan: i see you’re active

ryan: fuck you

you began typing before seeing that last message making your jaw drop ‘fuck you’

“okay the fuck, rude short bitch” you say throwing your phone and continuing doing household chores

________ later______

your phone has been buzzing uncontrollably with messages from tinder

you already knew who it was bothering you

you: dude what the fuck do you want

ryan: okay good afternoon to you as well

ryan: i want you duh

you: you want me but you told me to basically fuck off?

ryan: i was being ignored , im sorry

ryan: don’t fuck off pretty

you smile at his name calling before rolling your eyes

you: okay, hi ryan

ryan: hi y/n , where are you from?

you: LA, you?

ryan: me too what part?

you: i’m close to long beach

ryan: okay… so you’re rich

you: 😂, no but i’m not poor either

ryan: i see, you aren’t far from me maybe we can meet up?

you: is this your way of asking me on a date?

ryan: is it working?

you laugh to yourself, he’s pretty cute & funny i guess

but you were still iffy regarding the previous messages

you: hm, maybe. i’m free this weekend

ryan: great, im always free… can i have your number?

you: i need to look at you on instagram first

ryan: okay. @ primal2pure

you immediately open instagram typing in his handle, he doesn’t post much, which is good.

little followers not that you cared about

and it looks like he’s a bit known

you click on the post with the blonde boy to see if you could find his instagram

after a while you did and you began examining his account as well

2hollis is what he calls himself.

you begin scrolling entering a loophole of ryan & his friends who call themselves boyliife.

pretty cute.

you open tinder once more saying

you: xxx-xxx-xxxx

ryan: thanks.

you heart the message waiting for his text

a couple minutes go by then it’s an hour, then it’s another two hours.

you grew impatient texting him on tinder again

you: um are you gonna text back?

ryan: oh shit sorry, with my friends.

after what felt like another hour he finally texted you

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a/n: for renikins <3

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