Ryan Brenner x Reader, 2.5k (I gave myself a limit and i hit it, on the nose)
A/N: So... this is really dumb. I tossed out the idea of drunk writing challenge. As in, I’d get drunk and write a request. And I did that tonight. from @something-tofightfor who supported my real dumb idea and requested “Strip Scrabble with Ryan Brenner” I mean... who requests that? She did. So me, my laptop, and a pint of Jack Daniels gave it the old college try. TBH. I spent the last thirty minutes correcting spelling because my fingers got excited.
Summary: it’s like strip poker. but not. takes place in my 21st Century Gypsy Singin’ Lover Man universe?
Rain against a tin roof. The sound alone was endearing enough to Ryan Brenner. Soft rhythmic pattering of raindrops against the metallic ridges echoed throughout the small house. Especially with the warm body curled next to him, the darkened sky outside did nothing to dampen his mood. Kids were spread out around the bottom floor of the house, leaving the normally quiet and empty space rather full. The din of impatient chattering and the many varied sound patterns of rain hitting the wooden porch in heavy, hollow smacks, sliding off the roof in a rush, puddling on the ground and making it impossible to get any real work done.
Ryan’s head fell backward, resting against the back of the worn tweed couch as he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes slipped close shortly after her voice suggested a game. Though still sitting close to him, their thighs touching, occasionally her side leaning up against his, her focus was on the troupe of teenagers that gathered on the floor in front of her, begging to be entertained. She promised them games until the rain let up, but after half an hour of small wooden tiles being thrown across the room, while the drip drop persisted above them, it seemed wise to send everyone home. Ryan was jostled into awareness suddenly by the sound of the creaky screen door slamming behind someone, most likely Amos, like the cookie, who struggled to catch it on his way out, no matter how many times he’d been reminded of just that.
He felt her return to his side, her body fitting under his outstretched arm and immediately he unfurled his fingers from the back of the cushion, letting his arm collapse against her shoulders.
“Hey,” she breathed against his neck and he smiled, knowing it was barely full in his post nap haze. Even unintentional sleeps made him a little groggy, but Ryan pulled his free hand up to brush the laziness from his face, before turning his head and finding her lips waiting for him. Damn. “They’re all gone, didn’t make sense to keep ‘em cooped up all day…” Ryan hummed affirming the choice. He would have done the same. Back in the day, when those were his calls to make. In a moment of inspiration, he found her mouth again, letting his lips rest against her soft ones, moving gently as if still half asleep. Her sighs only encouraged the slow kiss and soon, Ryan found himself turning his torso, seeking more of her body to press his against, his hands finding her hips and pulling her toward him to lay her back against the vacant couch. The house is empty. Finally. He kissed her harder, finally getting her below him and with some maneuvering, Ryan slipped himself between her bent knees. He laid flat against her stomach, hips locked in place against hers as he worked his lips down her face and jaw, finding the curve of her throat a particularly delightful place to spend this rainy day.
“Ryan,” she sighed, which only encouraged him more. His hips were moving on their own, rolling against hers and pushing her into the springy cushions below them, while his hands wandered up and down her soft sides, hissing gently at her fingers slipping under his t shirt to drag nails gently down his back.
Ryan pulled back to look down at her, friend yet so much more, smiling wide, but crooked at the way her hair was pushed up in the back by his haste to get her horizontal. “I’d ask the Lord for a more perfect day...but I’m not sure I want this one to end,” he said with a smirk and lilt behind his normal speaking voice. Maybe that would be a song someday, but for now, it was the encouragement she needed to sit up and kiss him until both were struggling for breath.
“Ok…” she sighed again and it was the most beautiful sound, a perfect and quiet harmony to accompany the carefully pattering of raindrops against the roof. Successfully pulling away, Ryan groaned, half out of annoyance that her lips were occupied by something other than his, half out of appreciation as he saw her eyes looking up at him the way they always did. That’s a dangerous game, darlin, he admitted silently in his head. “What should we do?” She asked innocently, as if his long body covering her was not suggestion enough. “You wanna finish this game with me?” she asked, nodding over her shoulder to the game board next to the couch.
Ryan surveyed the little wooden tiles, alphabet scattered across the plastic spaces into a myriad of words he would be more comfortable using if his main form of communication didn’t come with a musical accompaniment. Scrabble. A stupid word in itself represented years that Ryan could have been in school, finishing his high school degree, proving himself worth a second look, but rather, he’d already been on the road. Eighth grade had been very useful to him before he disembarked, leaving a home of disappointment and a world of possibility behind him. He could change the oil on a car with his eyes closed. He could patch drywall and smooth plaster so expertly that you’d never know a repair was required. He could chase down, hoist himself on, and survive on a freight with the best jumpers in the game. Diagramming sentences however, didn’t come to him quickly and wouldn’t after he’d dropped out of school. Cowboy kept him supplied with books when he could, but work was more important and Ryan’s formal education was gifted to him under brutal sunlight, with sore thumbs and sore muscles that he didn’t know he had. He could have stayed for anatomy. Maybe then he would have been able to identify the pain in his right ring finger, when it was broken and no one believed him. To this day it wouldn’t lay flat against a table when his palm was pressed against the wood. The bend was painless after so many years, but it didn’t keep him from wishing that he could communicate better. Especially with adults. His peers now. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he wasn’t 18 stil, trapped in Neverland with the thin chapter books and the teachers who sneered in his direction.
“Nah,” Ryan sat up, pulling her up with him until they were seated facing each other, less likely to mount each other with at least a little distance between them. “I’m not playin’ that,” he said simply.
She tilted her head, never content with his answer, especially when it wasn’t the whole truth. “It’s Scrabble,” she said as if that fact would change his mind.
“I know that,” he said, reminding her that it wouldn’t. She asked again, just sweetly, sliding to the floor in front of the couch, kneeling and perusing the board before her. Ryan swore before letting his own body slip down from the comfortable cushions until he was sitting on the braided rug with his back leaning against the couch, legs extended straight out from his body. She positioned the board next to his hip to give him easy access, like it was inconvenience that kept him from playing sooner and nothing else. “The house is empty... kids gone...Tobin gone,” Ryan reminded her in a low voice. “There’s nothing you’d rather be doing?” he asked hopefully, smirking slightly at his own suggestion.
“Nope,” she giggled. “I wanna play.”
Ryan rolled his eyes before looking at the stand she handed him and the row of wooden tiles it held. He played it safe. Short words, three and four letters, while she clearly tried her best. If he kept up his strategy, she’d beat him in no time and they could find something else to do that didn’t require a dictionary.
“You’re not even trying,” she pointed out after a few turns. Ryan shrugged, knowing the simple gesture would only confirm her observation. He chanced a glance up and found her face turned down at the board. Oh... no, that’s not what I want. She was somewhere lost in thought and regret, not paying any attention to him as she laid down another five tiles without blinking. Jesus. “Is there… I mean, if it isn’t fun for you… let’s just find something else to do.” She set her tiles down and rose to her knees. Ryan watched as she exited the room, taking his empty water glass and hers into the kitchen. He glanced down at the board, barely registering the sound of the sink filling the glasses again. C’mon. Ryan attempted to lay down more than the minimum number of tiles this time, scrambling to snap them in place before she returned to the floor. Pleased with his response, Ryan sat back and waited for her to reappear. “We can- wait, did you go already?” He nodded with a grin as she passed him a fresh glass of water without looking at him. Her eyes were on the board and her fingers were wrapping around the recently placed J of Ryan’s word. “Jelly,” she muttered. “Triple letter, twenty-four…” her fingers plucked the Y next, revealing a double word space too. “Ryan!” She squealed, the brightness in her eyes returning as she slapped his arm with the back of her hand. “That’s 62 points. What the hell?!”
“Luck,” he grinned, catching her hand and squeezing it when it flew toward his chest again.
“My ass,” she groaned and Ryan took a deep breath, trying not to show that he was already thinking about that ass, bouncing in front of him as he chased her up the stairs to their room, or even better, bouncing in front of him as she straddled his thighs and- “Ryan!” she said louder and his eyes shot to hers. His neck and ears felt hot and in the moment he knew he was caught. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes however told him that being caught was maybe not the worst thing. “Tell you what, Brenner,” she started, peeling her sweatshirt off and chucking it in his direction. He caught it in his hands and tucked in the sleeves to keep it from knocking the tiles off the board. “You keep playing like that and this game will get very interesting, very fast.”
“Yeah?” he grinned up at her and she nodded with a subtle wink before looking back at the board and laying down her next word. Canopy. Thirteen points with a double letter.
“If you can outscore me…” she started.
“You’ll take your top off,” Ryan answered quickly. Quicker than he should have, but his long tattooed fingers were already grasping at tiles on the floor, refilling his tray and preparing for his next turn. “Please,” he added after looking back up at her and finding an amused smirk on her face. She nodded and he laid down Strip. Only seven. “What if I-?”
“I think you know,” she cut him off, leaning forward on her knees to undo his belt buckle, sliding the worn leather from the denim loops holding it against him. “You strip,” she shrugged, pointing to the word he’d just played before tossing the belt somewhere behind her, ignoring the clatter of the buckle against hardwood.
“Strip Scrabble?” Ryan laughed and shook his head. Absolutely not.
She looked at him, appraising his willingness to play along, before reaching over to take her sweatshirt from his lap. “We don’t have to-”
“We’re playing,” he said quickly, tightening his grip around the sweatshirt that she tried to pull from his hand. His free hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a hard kiss and releasing her quickly. “Your turn.”
They alternated their turns and Ryan quickly found his stride, enjoying every article that was surrendered to his strategic tile laying. He groaned when her t shirt came off and he saw the pale blue tank top that was tucked into her jeans, expecting to find her bare skin sooner rather than later, but was disappointed and impressed with the layers she’d concealed. While she continued to lay down the lengthiest words she could muster, Ryan stuck to what was comfortable and worked his way around the outside of the board, taking advantage of every special space he could find. Rack, triple word for sixteen. Feed, double letter for twelve. He was on a roll and it didn’t take long to his partner down to her underthings, while he sat comfortably before her in his socks, boxers, and t shirt.
When he laid down Quarry, playing off one of her R’s and a Y, she laughed and beamed up at him. “Keep throwing around that Eighth grade vocab list and I’ll have nothing left,” she teased, somehow sounding impressed as she reached around behind her. Ryan smiled at the sentiment, marvelling at the way she could bring up something like his early dropping out without judgment. Not everyone managed to remind him of his education without making him feel small or insignificant. It seemed that everything she did made him feel significant, feel seen and understood, and made him feel...well loved.
“Easy,” Ryan reached out and gripped her upper arm, halting her movements before her bra could drop in front of her chest. Her eyes were wide, worried she’d done or said something wrong. “Not yet,” he grinned and her expression softened as he guided her hands back to her sides. “This is fun,” he admitted, letting one callused hand drift up over her shoulder to rest against her neck. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she smiled genuinely, but tilted her head in confusion. “Do you wanna stop?”
“No,” Ryan leaned forward and pulled her by the hip until she was following his lead, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. “I honestly…” he started, breathing against her ear and letting his lips graze the wispy hairs that curled around the front of it. “Never,” he planted a kiss just in front of her ear before dragging his mouth down the line of her jaw under his lips hovered above her own, parted and waiting impatiently for him. “I never want to stop.”
She kissed him then and he eagerly returned her touches, moving his lips against hers and wrapping his arms around her back to hold her against him while her hips shot forward, rubbing against his own. Ryan removed one hand from the soft skin of her back, pressing it against the floor and using it to leverage himself upward. She squeaked against his lips and pulled away when he stood. “Wrap 'em around me, darlin’,” he said quietly against her neck and she obliged right away. “This game can wait,” he teased the skin of his throat and listened to the airy breaths that she released at his kiss. “I wanna play.”
I had too much wine with dinner so I'll do the first two drabble requests i recieve. I need to get my juices flowing for this i need you chapter so do your worst!!
Can you make a reaction based on you coming home from a parry drunk but they are sleeping .. so u wake them up to fuck? But the horny way?
Kim Seokjin
You stumble into your apartment around 2 am. It’s dark. Jin must be asleep already. God damnit, all you want right now is to sink down onto his cock and ride him until you can’t think straight. Well, technically you already can’t think straight. You flip off your shoes and fumble your way through the dark, dropping your purse, uh, somewhere.
You feel your way to the bedroom, stripping off our clothes as you go. When you reach the door you call out to your boyfriend. “Jin?” No answer. “Jin baby, are you awake?” Nothing. You crawl over to the bed and carefully climb onto your boyfriend’s lap, leaning over next to his face to hear his soft breaths as he sleeps. “Jiiiiin.” You whine. He doesn’t even move. He’s so deep into his slumber, he doesn’t even feel you on top of him.
You sigh in frustration. How can you make him wake up, you want to ride him more than anything right now. Although, you are already on top of him. You wiggle your hips a bit and Jin moans in his sleep. Oh god his sounds are so sweet, you can’t help yourself.
You reach underneath yourself and tug down Jin’s sleep shorts and boxers. Gripping his cock lightly and pulling it free. You stroke him lightly to get him harder as you shift your panties aside, scooting forward until he’s lined up with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his length, gasping as he fills you. Jin stirs a bit in his sleep, moaning as he gets harder inside you. You slide your hands up under his shirt, bracing yourself on his chest as you settle yourself down in his lap.
It isn’t until you start bouncing up and down on Jin’s cock that his eyes finally open wide and he stares at you confused as he tries to figure out what you’re doing. When he finally comes to his senses and sees you riding him, he groans loudly.
“Y/N… Y/N, fuck. What’re you doing?”
“J-Jin, you feel so good.”
“Are you drunk?” He asks, grabbing your hips tightly.
“Just… Just a little.” You pant.
“Well shit. You could’ve woken me up first baby.”
Min Yoongi
You open the door and flick on the lights, dropping your coat on the kitchen counter before grabbing a glass of water and chugging it down. You were at a work party all night, one that unfortunately, Yoongi couldn’t attend with you as he had a last minute choreography practice.
Honestly, you know he must be exhausted; they were so close to tour, everything had to be perfect; but all you could think of since you took your first sip of wine was how much you wanted Yoongi between your thighs in one way or another. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, you didn’t care, as long as you got something.
You turn the lights back off as you walk into the bedroom, quickly changing into your pajamas, used to doing it in the dark by now. As you climb into bed, you hear the soft snores of your sleeping boyfriend and sigh. You really don’t want to wake him, knowing how grumpy he can get when he doesn’t get enough sleep, but you need him.
“Yoongi?” You whisper, poking his shoulder. He grumbles and rolls over, not really waking up. “Yoongi, baby.” You try a little louder, this gets him. He sits up a bit, opening one eye and looking around.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” He turns toward you, his voice deep from his groggy state.
“Yoongi…” You whimper, your hand sliding around his waist to pull him close to you.
“Shit, did you really wake me up for this?” He growls, laying back against the pillow. “How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“N-not too much, just a couple glasses but-”
“I told you to stay away from the booze because I’d be asleep, didn’t I?”
“Y-Yes, but Yoongi-”
“No. Go to sleep.”
“Yoongi please…”
“Bad girls don’t get rewards.” And with that, Yoongi rolls back over, leaving you to pout.
Jung Hoseok
“Hobiiiii!” You call as you waltz into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. The lights are on, but otherwise, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s home, it’s so quiet. You dump your stuff and make your way to the bedroom to find Hoseok’s sleeping figure in your bed. He’s laying on his back, his arms above his head, and to no surprise, he’s taking up the entire mattress.
You need to move him, but you decide you want to have some fun with him first. You had an ache between your thighs all night while you were at your friends house, and you had originally planned to take care of yourself in the shower, but how could you pass up an opportunity like this.
You slip off your dress, leaving on your thigh high stockings and panties only, before crawling on top of your sleeping boyfriend. You wrap your hands around his wrists, holding them in place as you begin to grind your hips in slow circles against his cock.
“Hoseoook,” You coo. He whimpers in his sleep and you press down harder against him. “Hobi wake up for me handsome.” You lean down and press your mouth to his, slipping your tongue past his lips and startling him awake.
“Y/N? What… When did you- Oh my god.” He groans when you sit back, revealing your bare chest to him. “Baby… Is it my birthday and I forgot?”
“Nope.” You wiggle your hips against him, eliciting a delicious moan from his throat. “You just looked so fucking sexy laying here, I had to play with you.”
“Is that all baby?”
“And I may have had a little too much to drink at the party.” You admit.
“Mm, that’s what I thought.” He grabs you and quickly rolls you underneath him, grinding his now prominent erection against you core before pulling back and placing doting kisses along your inner thighs. “So beautiful, and It’s not even my birthday.”
Kim Namjoon
He looks so peaceful, so beautiful, so-
Snoooooore
You sigh. So loud.
You drop your purse on the desk before slipping out of your party dress and into one of Namjoon’s old t shirts that you stole for pajama use before sitting down on your bed next to your obnoxiously snoring boyfriend.
Despite the deafening sounds coming from his open mouth, Namjoon still somehow manages to look irresistible. Fuck, how does he even do that? When you sleep you look like a monster, but at least you don’t snore like one. God you have to wake him up until you can fall asleep so you don’t have to listen to his god awful noises. In fact, there are some other noises, you’d much rather hear him make.
You hatch your plan quickly and tug the covers down Namjoon’s body, exposing his bare torso and boxers to you. You let your hands run over his body momentarily before pulling his length out through the hole in his boxers and immediately sinking your mouth down onto it.
Namjoon’s snores immediately stop and turn into light groans. He’s always been a light sleeper, but you know for sure this is the easiest way to wake him because of how sensitive his cock is. It’s only moments before you feel fingers lace in your hair.
“Fuck, baby, what’re you doing?” He whispers, his deep voice sending chills down to your core.
You pull your mouth off of him with a pop before answering. “You were snoring. You know I can’t fall asleep when you’re snoring.”
“Shit, if you’re going to wake me up like this every time I should snore more often.”
“No, you definitely shouldn’t.” You chide, squeezing the base of his cock.
“Well, then at least let me return the favor.”
Park Jimin
It’s about midnight when you finally fall through the door of your house, a bit tipsy and a bit surprised to see the lights still on. You somehow manage to take your shoes off in less than ten minutes and when you stand up straight again, you see why the lights are on. Jimin fell asleep on the couch again. God, he’s so cute, curled up under a blanket; he must have waited up for you again.
“Jiminie?” You whisper, making your way over to the couch. He’s fast asleep, mumbling something as he snoozes. “Jimin?” You run your thumb over his cheek in an attempt to rouse him, but he only rolls over onto his back, and that’s when you notice something, uh, rather large, and then you hear it, Jimin moaning your name in his sleep.
“Y/N…” He whimpers as his hips twitch upwards. Fuck that’s hot. Arousal immediately floods your senses and your hand trails from Jimin’s face, down his chest to the erection in his shorts, gently rubbing against it as Jimin groans out. The sound of his pleasure is music to your ears and you rub over him harder, which finally wakes him. “Y-Y/N?” He gasps, slightly out of breath.
“Hi baby, dreaming about me?” You smirk.
“I uh, fuck…”
“Want me to take care of you handsome?” You ask, running your hand over his cock again.
Jimin grabs your hips and pulls you so that you’re straddling his lap, shuffling down so that his face is between your thighs. “Let me take care of you first.”
Kim Taehyung
“Fuck.” You trip over your hastily discarded shoes in your rush to get to the bedroom. In your drunken stupor, you’ve been desperate for Taehyung’s touch all night, and now that you were home, you weren’t going to waste anymore time. You practically sprint to the bedroom, removing your clothes as you go, but when you open the door to your room, it’s dark. You listen closely, and sure enough, you can hear Taehyung’s soft snores coming from your bed.
“Tae Tae.” You whine, clambering onto the bed next to him. “Taehyung wake up please.” Taehyung groans and rolls over, but he’s still fast asleep. “Taeeee.” You grab Taehyung’s hand and push it up under your shirt, squeezing his hand over your breast. “Taehyungie wake up for me handsome.” You whimper when his hand twitches and he grabs your breast himself. “Tae?” You ask hopefully.
“Yeah baby…” He whispers, not fully awake yet.
“Tae, help me please.” You beg, gripping his hand tighter.
“Hm?” He sits up a bit before looking over at you and noticing the position of his hand. “Shit, now?” He asks, exasperated.
“Please?”
“Babe, I’m tired.” He groans.
“I promise I’ll do all the work!” You move to straddle his lap but Taehyung stops you.
“Come here.” He sighs, pulling you down so that your back is against his chest.
“What are you-” Your words are cut off by the feeling of Taehyung slipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear, his long slender fingers immediately locating your clit and drawing slow circles around it. “F-fuck, Tae.” You gasp, bucking your hips into his touch.
“Damn, why are you so wet?” He growls, placing sloppy kisses against your neck.
“M-more, please.” You plead. Taehyung obliges, sliding his hand down further until he can slip two of his fingers into your core, drawing a low moan from your mouth. His pace is quick at first, continuously hooking forward against your g-spot, but then he slows down, and soon enough he stops completely. “Tae?” It isn’t until you hear his heavy breathing that you realize he fell back asleep. “Tae, wake up!”
Jeon Jeongguk
You didn’t expect to find the lights on when you got home, you didn’t expect to see dishes in the sink, and something you really didn’t expect to see was the figure of your boyfriend already asleep in your bed. For the past few nights, he’d been staying at the studio late with Hoseok working on some of the new choreography, but here he was, out like a light at only 11:30.
Poor thing was probably exhausted, but honestly? You didn’t care. You hadn’t seen him in over a week, and you were feeling especially needy. You tried to distract yourself by having a few drinks with your friends, but the liquor only seemed to fuel your desires, and you had come home expecting you would have to take care of yourself, but Jeongguk was here, and being asleep, he was at your mercy.
You know it’s going to take a bit to wake him, so you strip off your clothes before pulling the covers off and straddling his lap. You reach forward and push Jeongguk’s bangs off his sleeping face, letting your thumb linger on his lips as you pull your hand away, before leaning down and placing soft kisses along his exposed shoulder. He sighs lightly, but doesn’t wake up.
You sit up and run your hands down his chest, admiring the way the moonlight reflects off his golden skin, before grinding down into his lap. He groans a bit this time, but still remains asleep. Hm. You lift your hips a bit and tug down Jeongguk’s boxers, letting his cock flop up against his stomach and then pressing your dripping core against it, rubbing your folds along his shaft, feeling it harden slightly beneath you.
Jeongguk stirs, his brows furrowing as his body tries to understand why he suddenly feels so good. You have one more trick that Jin taught you that was a sure fire way to wake him. You slide your hands up Jeongguk’s chest and lightly pinch his nipples, causing him to gasp as his eyes shoot open.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asks, a bit groggy and confused.
“Kookie, fuck me.” You whimper, grinding down against his cock.
“S-shit, where did this come from?” His hands grip your thighs tightly as he flips you over onto your back.
“I haven’t seen you in forever.” You whine. “Please just- ah!” You stop as Jeongguk thrusts into your heat in one quick push.
“Fuck, I forgot how tight you are baby.” He groans as he slams into you again. “Thanks for waking me up.”
Omg I just woke up... uhm... I don't remember sending you that ask -.-; But omg would you really make one while drunk? Lol I'll get drunk with you!!! ~Squiggle-non
Hahaha, do you really not remember? That’s amazing <3
I don’t really drink all that much though, but you’re more than welcome to get drunk before you read it if you want~!
Hi!! I can't remember if you made onr like this already.. butt would yu be able to make like a shirt lile drabble when yiu shoe up at Mark's door, drunk off your ass? Excuse my language xD ~Squiggle-non P.S. Plewse sorry me.. I dunk and tire hshshsha
This is amazing hahaha XD Of course I’ll write it for you Squiggle-non~
OMG what if I wrote the scenario while I was drunk!?!?
(Lol, nah, I think it would give all you non-native English speakers a head-trip. I’m sure it’s hard enough to read drunk texts, but an entire drunk scenario WHILE THE AUTHOR IS ACTUALLY DRUNK? Now that’s just mean~)
