summary: you and ian have been friends for a while already. ian specifically hires you as his personal photographer and soon enough he starts seeking you out for everything. rumors began to circulate online after fans realize you two are always together.
you turn off your phone and walk to the bathroom to take a shower. after around 40 minutes you step out the shower squeaky clean because you took an everything shower. who knows what will happen. you check the time and see it’s already 4:00. you start applying all your lotions and oils while you brainstorm what to wear. by the time you finally picked an outfit half your closet is on the floor. you walk to your vanity to start on your hair and makeup. once your done you check the time and it’s 5:13 and you decide it’s time to call the uber. it arrives and you grab your keys and text ian that you’re going to come a bit earlier.
fit check
the uber pulls up to ian’s airbnb and you put the code to get in. as soon as you walk in you see ian on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him and a blunt in his hand. “hey ian, you sure look comfortable” he gets up and gives you a hug. “i’ve missed you” he mumbles into your neck. he finally lets go off the blanket and you can fully see his outfit. “BRO we are wearing the same thing.” “oh wait we are”
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timeskip
you guys finally arrive to the party and you start to get to work on taking photos. ian managed to convince you to drink even though you were technically working. after two hours you were both pretty drunk and burnt out so decided you should probably call an uber. “ian can i stay the night at yours?” “yea of course y/n.” “thanks you’re a life saver.” while you guys are in the uber you guys upload the photos you took on your camera to your phone and post them on instagram.
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user: RYAN DEMMA?
user: no no no not ryan rn y/n ily but
user: she is genuinely gorgeous who ever her partner is is so lucky
Cw : sexual themes, sex tape, after care, no protection, cream pie, oral receiving,dirty talking, whimpering, mommy kink
A/n: for my queen @luvvconceal part 2 might come soon🤫
Ian is well known camboy for his big dick and his facial expression while he whimpers playing with his dick. Everyone wants him paying hundreds just for exclusive content to hear him whimper their names while jerking off.
But you? Oh he didn’t dare to charge you, you were a well known of creator you inspired him to start his career as a camboy for awhile he watched you from afar and jerking himself off to you every night until one day he had the balls to text you and beg for a collab. You responded to him as you saw this as a cash grab but for him oh he saw this as a dream, you both agreed on kinks and boundaries for your tape and much will be split. You got turned on quick when told you he had a mommy kink making you love the full control you are about to have.
“ Are you ready?” Ian says smirking as you as you were doing last minute touches on your makeup and pink lacy open pussy lingerie “ don’t get cocky now” as you rolled your eyes at him “ okay im done lets start” you say as he started recording on a old fashion camera to bring your role play into life as a old fashion couple having casual passionate sex .
As the camera was pointed at you, you were looking in the camera making unbearable eye contact with both in the camera and him while giving him slow head as he got all the angles of you slurping on his dick and balls gagging on him. Ian could’ve nutted right there and then on how seductive you are its like you have a spell on him. He started whimpering your name as he was close to finishing and you started picking up the speed moving your head up and down going crazy on his dick “ oh mama im about to nut” “ nut for me baby be a Goodboy for me” and with only your words and you looking at his eyes he nutted in your mouth overflowing your mouth as he brought the camera close to your face to show the people you swallowing every last bit of it and licking some that got on your lips getting him hard again.
“ Will you be a goodboy for me baby and eating mama out?” You say grabbing him to pull him into a kiss, he practically drooled over this moment as he nodded quickly “ yes mommy ill be good” as he passed you the camera to record him as he got down to eat your pussy out. And the minute his tongue touch your pussy you lost all control of yourself as you started moaning loudly trying hard to keep the camera on him but oh god this boy sure did know how to eat a girl out, hell he was the best eater you ever had. “ oh god baby that it keep eating mommy’s pussy” as you pulled his head down to get in there “ oh mommy i love your pussy you taste good” as he blabbered while eating you. You feel your orgasm while he goes faster on you “ mommy is about to but baby will you be good and help me finish” you say breathlessly moaning as your eyes rolled back with pleasure “ yes mommy.” He looks at you maintaining eye contact with you making you stare into his eyes oh you got lost in them. You orgasm in his mouth making him lick every last drop of it off your pussy making him smile with a little bit of your cream on his lips at the camera oh you were whipped seeing that.
You lay on your bed as he took the camera you command him to get on the bed with your finger “ coming here baby” as he obeyed you “ set the camera up baby “ he sets the camera up good for you both to make out infront of him and look at him with seductive eyes “ come fuck me baby let the people know how good you fuck mommy” you say licking your lips at the sight of him being so submissive. He quickly took control setting you on fours in a doggy style position lining his dick up with your entrance going in your pussy making you moan loudly as he didn’t go slow going really fast making you weak in the knees as he kept hitting you in the right places. “ oh baby you’re making mommy feel really good.” As he drilled in you “ im mommy good boy” as he looked in the camera knowing this what the viewers love to see “ oh fuck baby you are mommys good boy.” You say as you feel like he is taking your breath away he grabs your hair bring you close to him kissing you passionately as he waited this moment for a while when he first discovered your content. He was jealous of people you did content with so he purposely gave you hickeys to “ mark his territory”.
“ Im going to cum mommy” he whimpers as he coming close to finish “ cum for mommy” you scream in pleasure as you were coming close too . All the strokes he was giving you was so good you started tearing up from the pleasure you felt “ your dick is so good baby” you exclaim “ oh my god mommy im going to cum! ” he moans loudly as he cream pie you making you finish as well. He pulls out and brings the camera back to you both and records the his cum leaking out of your pussy.
When he stops recording “ you did good baby” you say getting up to clean yourself “ you think i did” he says blushing “ of course might have to keep you around” you say winking at him
you and your boyfriend sat on the couch, he was watching football as you sat infront of your computer screen replying to emails.
your phone sat beside you the feeling of vibration against the couch shifting your focus from the computer to your phone.
the name “ian” glowed across the screen. you glance over to your boyfriend, his attention hasn’t moved from the tv at all.
you pick up the phone, every second a new message came in.
ian: i miss u
ian: lemme see u
ian: studio sesh?
you: i’m doing emails and jake is here
ian: emails can wait
ian: and jake’s loser ass don’t matter
you: can you not wait?
ian: not at all
ian: please baby
ian: i peeped your insta story
ian: you look good
you: stalker much?
ian: i can see u walking to ur car on ur location
ian: thank you
your excuse to your boyfriend was “it’s an emergency with nett” which was your go to given you were nettspends manager.
you hopped in your car the audio connecting from your phone. not even two minutes out you receive a call from the one and only. ian.
“yes ian?” you ask, “i just wanna talk to you” he replies. “okay well then talk” he begins rambling about what he did today, this was usual whenever he did get the chance to talk to you he loved it, he loved how you listened to him and stayed active in the conversation.
“how long can you stay?” he asked. “not long, i told him it was an emergency with gunner” he groans at your words. “it’s okay i’ll make whatever you wanna do fast” you reassure. his tone switched quickly from excitement to irritation. “i wanna spend more time with you baby.” he complains. “i know but you know i cant.” your tone is soft and patient with him, he always brought your softer side out no matter how much he got on your nerves.
“are you ever gonna leave his loser ass?” he asks. “babe, i am. i just can’t right now you have to wait until im on tour with gunner.” you reply. he lets out a long sigh, “i’m about to pull up ill see you in a second.” you say before ending the call.
you pull into his driveway, he’s already waiting for you at the front door. you get out of your car, his eyes steady on you and your movement towards him. the second your close enough he goes in for the hug, gripping your body and squeezing you tightly against him. “i missed you ma, you know that?” he says muffled, his mouth squeezed into the crevice of your neck. “i know honey” you reply. “i missed you more”
he lets you into his house, the familiar smell relaxing your brain.
he brings you into the living room, sitting on the couch and directing you onto his lap. your legs straddle on-top of him, his hands find your waist, softly sliding up your shirt to rub your back. you wrap your arms around his neck, relaxing against him.
“i’m sorry, you know ill get everything fixed soon.” you plea. “don’t be baby, i know you got shit going on.” his words comfort you, he’s always so good and patient with you. “i love you so much ian” you say, the words slip out of your mouth naturally yet uncontrollably, throughout the seven months you guys had been doing this the words never came out of your mouth. he tightens his grip, “i love you too” he chuckles.
“you stressed baby?” he asks. a light hum leaves your mouth in response. “lemme fix that.” he says, a smirk forms on his mouth. he moves you off his lap and onto your back, he lays you underneath of him and gently removes your clothes, his fingertips brushing against you lightly.
you squirm underneath of him, the tension growing between you too. he latches his lips against yours, a soft - steady paced kisses forms. your hands cup the smooth skin of his face.
he breaks the kiss and moves to kiss your neck, he’s careful to not leave any marks on you - he got it down to a science of how long he can latch onto you. your hand mixed into his soft brown hair.
he kisses down your collarbone, “please” you say softly. his soft blue eyes look up at you - submissive to your words.
he finds his way down your body to your exposed pussy latching onto your clit, and sucking at the exposed area. your hand makes its way to the top of his head, he moves from your clit to your entrance, his tongue in and out. you push him down the the rhythm. his tongue hitting your spot, he sucks up every ounce of fluid being let out of your body. as the tension picks up more sounds release from your mouth, the pleasure to high to ignore or cover. one hand gripped on your hip, the other reaches up and connects with yours - his thumb gently rubbing against the back of your hand.
your hips buck up at him, he doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch - he lets it happen. moving himself to your body’s movement. “ian!” you cry out. he squeezes your hand in one movement, bringing back your focus. he’s attentive to you, the sounds your making, your body’s movement.
“i’m gonna cum!” your words escape your mouth fast and needy, unable to find anything else to say. he picks up his pace, his hand still connected with yours. your moans pick up, your walls fluttering.
your body tenses one last time before it releases down your spine. every ounce of stress and worry leaving your body. he collects all you give him, swallowing it all.
he continues for a second, making sure everything is captured. once he’s finished he brings himself back up to you, kissing you. your taste still on his tongue.
once the kiss is broken he leaves one last wet kiss onto your temple, bringing himself onto the couch with you, holding you ontop of his chest.
his hand stokes your hair as your breath comes back to the steady pace. his heart beating underneath you.
the intimacy in the moment loud and strong. he captures every second of it before you have to leave him once again.
Summary: Y/n is a judge in the FBI challenge and sees Ian in a new light when he is a sweaty mess
A.N: Hey yall! Haven’t posted in a while and this idea just popped into my head so well.. here you go!
Warnings: Smut-ish?, fluff
Word count: 2k
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You had been working at Smosh for a few months as an editor and a cast-mate, loving your workplace and your colleagues. The larger chunk of your friends you had found at Smosh. You had been growing close to many of your colleagues, more so Angela and Ian. Especially Ian. The two of you had immediately bonded over your immature humor and had been close ever since. Almost all people at Smosh and everyone in the comments shipped you and Ian, saying you two would make a great couple and pointing out how close you were. They weren’t exactly wrong, with the closeness that is. You would often sit close to him, thighs and shoulders touching while he’d show you some stupid video he found on instagram. Sometimes you’d fall asleep on his shoulder after a long work day and he’d drive you home to your apartment. You were really good friends. That was all. There wasn’t anything more, why would there be?
You knew that if you’d want to spend your life with one person you’d want it to be someone like Ian, who looked and acted like he did. But you didn’t want to date Ian! He was just a close friend that you spent a lot of time with.
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Today Shayne, Courtney, Marcus, Spencer and Ian would be shooting a ‘FBI challenge’, competing in various categories that would determine if they would beat the FBI test or not. There was supposed to be a guest referee who’d be joining all of them, but they had canceled last minute, haven’t gotten sick out of nowhere.
That resulted in you joining in, now being the new referee. You happily accepted the role because you didn’t have a lot of stuff to do this particular day, and also because you would get to see your friends sweat and be miserable. A win-win.
Before you started shooting you realized how cold it was outside. It was mid October but you figured a long sleeve under the referee shirt would be enough. Well, you were wrong. It was absolutely freezing outside and you tried to envelope yourself with your arms to find some sort of heat.
Ian saw this, and without a word he removed his jacket and handed it to you. You looked up at him confused. “I’m really warm.”, he said without you even having to say anything.
“You sure?”, you asked immediately.
“Take it.”, he responded, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You took the jacket and put it on. The warmth of it enveloped you and it smelled just like Ian, something that shouldn’t excite you as much as it did.
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The shoot began and Shayne started with the intro, explaining how the whole process would be.
“Today we’re doing the FBI challenge. We will be competing in four different categories and our goal is to get a minimum of 12 points! But you have to be good because otherwise you can get negative points! Our referee today who will check our every mistake is Y/n!”
You jumped into frame, looking more serious than you had to.
“That’s right. So don’t try to cheat!”, you said, pointing a finger in Ian’s face. He acted scared and you tried your best not to smile, biting down on your tongue.
The first game started, sit ups. Spencer went first and then Courtney. They all were good and to be honest, they impressed you. You weren’t a very athletic person yourself so it was safe to say you were glad to be a referee.
It was Ian’s turn and you couldn’t help but check him out a little. Not in a ‘I want to kiss you so bad’ way, rather a ‘I’m checking to see how many sit up’s you can do until you die’ way. He ended up doing a decent amount.
Next was push ups. Spencer started again and you stood close next to Ian, still feeling very cold. You had to take off his jacket while recording so that your referee shirt would be visible. That unfortunately meant you would be freezing for a while.
Ian was very warm, like extremely warm. He had just been doing sit ups, which made his entire body radiate warmth. You stepped a little closer and whispered, “damn you’re hot.”, not realizing how wrong that sounded.
He looked at you with a shocked expression, eyes wide and cheeks a little flushed. You gave him a confused look before quickly realizing what you had said sounded like.
“I mean you’re warm. Not hot. Not that you’re not hot, I just. You’re warm.”, you said, stumbling over your words and trying to get rid of the blush on your cheeks. He laughed a little at that, the sound heating up your face.
He stepped a little closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I can warm you up.”, he whispered, looking at you nervously, like he wasn’t sure if what he had said was okay or not.
You just leaned into his touch and let his warmth consume you.
Now it was his turn to go. He let go of you and the feeling made it feel like you were missing a piece that was supposed to be there. Almost as if you weren’t whole.
He went down onto the mattress and threw his glasses to the side. “The glasses are off for this one.”, he said as he arched his back slightly, making everyone go ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaaah’. He started strong but once up into his thirties, he started shaking. He let out heavy breaths and almost whimpered. The view made your knees weak and your hands clammy. Jesus it should not excite you that much. But it did. Your brain immediately went to places it shouldn’t. Him out of breath and whimpery as you laid together in his bed, him caressing your body as you moaned underneath him.
You didn’t even realize you were staring until Courtney nudged your shoulder. They looked at you with a big grin.
“You know it’s rude to stare right? Especially in a way that says ‘I want to have your babies’.”
You quickly elbowed her side and gave her a death glare. You knew that they wouldn’t have the mics on for this bit but you still couldn’t help but feel nervous and embarrassed. “I’m not staring. Especially not in a way that says ‘I want to have your babies’!”
Ian looked at you cluelessly as he stepped up from the mattress, seemingly exhausted. “That was tough. I want to lay down and die.”, he said with a tired laugh. You just gave him a smile and looked over at Courtney, who was still grinning and moving their eyebrows up and down in a mocking manner. Once again you shot her a glare before looking back at Ian again. He had mindlessly draped his arm over your shoulders and the two of you stood close together. You almost hated to admit it but in a way, you could stand like this forever.
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The next challenge was Pull ups. You were especially glad you didn’t have to do this one. To say you couldn’t do one was an understatement. You were pretty sure that you wouldn’t even be able to lift yourself off the ground.
Spencer went first, managing to do two while climbing the air. Next was Ian. He stood and reached his arms up, gripping onto the pole with his hands. The shirt he was wearing was a little tight, and a little too small. This caused a sliver of stomach being visible. You told yourself not to look, you really shouldn’t. He was just your friend. Nothing more. But you looked, and oh how it turned you on. You felt like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle. His happy trail led down to the beginning of his shorts, which made you wonder what it looked like underneath.
You quickly shook yourself out of your inappropriate thoughts and snapped back to the situation. Ian began to do pull ups, biting down on his bottom lip as he pulled himself up. This didn’t help with your mental state at all. Your mind was running wild with all kinds of thoughts and images, ones you would never want anyone to know, not even yourself.
He hopped down after four but the damage was already done. Your brain was infected. Someone had hit a switch and you couldn’t turn it off. You had feelings for Ian, that fact was pretty much clear now, whether you wanted it to be or not.
He came to stand next to you again but you didn’t even look his way. You couldn’t. If you did you were pretty sure you’d reach up and kiss him (not that that sounded very unappealing right now). You stood still, looking everywhere but him. You were acting weird, he noticed. Of course he noticed. Anyone with at least one eye could see that you were acting weird.
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The last challenge was running. You liked to run, or you tolerated it to be more exact. You saw how Ian was looking at you. It was almost as he thought he had done something to upset you. This obviously wasn’t true. Ian was the kindest, sweetest man you knew. He was a little immature sure, but never mean.
You were stood at the cooling table, waiting for them to run by so you could give them water. Ian and Marcus was in the lead and in the last two laps Ian was far ahead. You had no idea he was a good runner. He didn’t exactly strike as a person who could run. On his last lap he came up to the table to drink some water. He chugged down two cardboard cups.
“I didn’t know you were a sprinter.”, you said with a small laugh.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”, he said jokingly, acting as if he was a murderer, or something in that manner.
You laughed at that and suddenly felt a little bold. Why? No clue. Maybe the cold had gotten to your nerves. You waved your finger, motioning for him to come closer. He looked a little confused but did as you motioned him to do. Once he was a few inches away from your face you grabbed onto his cheeks and gave him a kiss. His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened, but he quickly kissed you back, his face following yours as you pulled away.
You both breathed heavily, despite him being the only one who had been running. He smiled at you, and you returned with a soft one of your own.
“Go win now!”, you said enthusiastically and he looked at you a moment longer before heading off again. He won the race but he didn’t win the entire challenge, not that that was the thing anyone was thinking about right now. No one besides maybe Brennan had seen you two kiss, but they could sense something was off. There was something in the air, which the main character would say in a corny love story.
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After the shoot had ended, you and Ian quietly walked to his car (he often drove you to and home from shoots). The tension laid thick between you but no one said anything, not until you got into the car. Before you even had a chance to put your seatbelt on his hands were on you. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you hungrily. You quickly kissed him back, hands gripping onto his shirt as you pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist as you both pulled away, breathing heavily.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since I first met you.”, Ian said, looking into your eyes in a way you had never seen before. He looked in love.
“Really?”, you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips.
“Really.”, he replied, pulling you in for a kiss again.
Your lips were just about to melt into each other when you heard a loud sound from outside the car window.
“I KNEW IT!”, Courtney shouted as Shayne stood beside them, giving you both two big thumbs up.
You just collapsed into Ian’s shoulder and burst into laughter as he waved to the audience.
“We’re screwed tomorrow.”, you said with a groan.
“Not if I screw you first.”,
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Hello everyone I hoped you enjoyed this! I just felt a sudden urge to write this because Ian doesn’t get enough fics. Love yall <333
safety net ✦ Ian x fem!reader { 01} — The intro
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Y/n Fox: is a well known OF star who went viral for her collab Mazzy and lotuss pics on insta
Mazzy Joya: Her and Y/n became best friends when they were 16 at a modeling agency they are close ever since
Lotus’s blossom: Her and Reader were mutuals on insta but didn’t know Mazzy was a mutual friend and they got close bc Mazzy told them and they all just clicked
in which *ೃ༄ ian tries to make up for his past mistakes and prove he’s worth another chance.
warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ smut! oral (f receiving). unprotected p in v. fingering. pet names (baby&ma) english not my first language.
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you check the time on your phone again, trying not to let the disappointment sink in too deep. it’s been over two hours since ian said he’d pick you up, and the excitement you felt earlier is long gone.
you’d spent the whole afternoon getting ready because he swore tonight would be different. no missed calls, no last-minute bailouts. just him and you, finally.
when there’s a knock at the door, you don’t rush to answer it. you’re not expecting anyone anymore. but when you pull it open, there he is—ian, standing with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other already reaching for you. his face is soft, expression guilty, and he’s mumbling before you can even get a word out.
“baby, i’m sorry,” he says, stepping closer. “i know i messed up, but just hear me out.”
you just stare at him, not moving, not giving him anything. “you promised me,” you say,“you said last time was the last time.”
he hesitates, the flowers trembling just a little in his grip. “i know,” he starts, but you cut him off.
“you always know,” you snap. “you always say that, but nothing changes. i’m tired of giving you chances just to end up like this.”
he hesitates, his jaw clenching like he’s trying to find the right words. “i know, i know. things just came up—”
“again,” you cut him off. “it always just comes up. every single time.”
“you know it’s not on purpose. shit just gets crazy, baby and i’m trying to balance it all. you gotta know i don’t mean to hurt you like this.”
you try to hold on to your anger, to stay firm. it pisses you off even more how good he looks. he’s wearing a fitted black tee that hugs his chest and arms just right, and his jeans hang low on his hips. you can’t help but feel heat build up between your legs despite angry you are.
he takes another step closer, his voice low, almost pleading again. “please, ma… let me make it up to you.”
you hesitate, the urge to stay mad battling with the pull of desire that’s already creeping in.
youre still upset , but something about the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to hold your ground. you stare at him for a beat, watching the way his chest rises and falls, the tension in his shoulders.
finally, with a sigh, you step to the side, letting him in. there’s a part of you that knows you shouldn’t, but that part gets quieter with each passing second.
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you’re barely through the bedroom door before he’s got you pinned against it, his hands sliding down your sides like he’s trying to memorize every curve. his lips trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, and he’s mumbling against your skin.
“gonna make it up to you, ma,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “make you feel so good. promise.”
he kisses down to your collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver, and his hands are already tugging your dress up, palms warm on your thighs. he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and half-lidded, and his mouth curves a slight smirk.
“you deserve better than all that, baby,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, barely touching. “i know i fucked up, but let me make it right. lemme take care of you.”
he sinks to his knees without breaking eye contact, hands gliding down your thighs as he hooks one over his shoulder. his breath is hot against your skin, and he presses a soft kiss above your knee, looking up at you like he’s starving.
“you gonna let me make it up to you, huh?” he mumbles, kissing his way up your thigh, slow and teasing. “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”
his hands grip your hips, keeping you steady against the wall as his mouth finally meets your center, and the first stroke of his tongue is so slow it’s almost torturous. you can’t help but gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he groans against you, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.
“taste so fuckin’ good,” he mutters, his lips dragging over your skin between licks. “been too damn long, baby. missed this.”
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and your knees almost give out, but his grip just tightens, holding you up as his tongue moves like he knows exactly how to break you apart. his eyes flick up, and he smirks against you, like he’s proud of how wrecked you already look.
“that’s it,” he breathes out, voice low and rough. “take it, baby. lemme hear those pretty sounds. gotta know i’m makin’ you feel good.”
he keeps working you over with his mouth, like he’s got all the time in the world, switching between sucking and licking with just the right pressure. your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling a little harder every time his tongue flicks just right, and he groans against you like he loves it.
“fuck, baby,” he mumbles, pulling back just enough to kiss your thigh before diving back in, tongue sliding through your folds like he’s savoring every second. “i’ll never get tired of this.”
your breath stutters, hips bucking against his mouth, and he just holds you tighter. you’re so close you can barely stand it, thighs trembling around his shoulders, and he just keeps going, humming against your clit like he’s got something to prove.
when you finally come, he doesn’t let up—keeps licking you through it, coaxing every last wave out of you, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips like he’s grounding you. by the time you catch your breath, your legs feel like jelly, and he’s still kissing along your thighs, licking his lips clean.
before you can even process it, he’s standing up, hands sliding under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed. he lays you down gently, pressing soft kisses to your neck, your collarbone, whispering against your skin.
“gonna make you feel even better, ma,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. “gotta make sure you know how sorry i am.”
he settles between your legs again, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he leans down to kiss your stomach, his mouth trailing lower. when his tongue flicks over your clit again, you gasp, sensitive and aching, but he just hums like he’s addicted to it.
“can’t get enough of you,” he mutters, kissing your inner thigh before his mouth is back on you, slower this time—more deliberate. he takes his time, like he’s mapping you out all over again, and you can’t help but arch into it, your fingers gripping the sheets.
“ian,” you whimper, and he just chuckles against you, the vibration making you shiver.
“that’s right, baby. say my name,” he coaxes, kissing up your body again, lips brushing over your jaw as his hand replaces his mouth, rubbing slow circles over your clit.
he keeps his mouth on you, dragging his tongue in slow, teasing circles, and just when you think you can’t take any more, his fingers slide between your folds, one slipping inside you with that perfect, deliberate pressure. your back arches off the bed, and he groans against your clit, loving how tight you feel around just one finger.
“fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles, slipping in a second finger, curling them just right while his mouth stays latched onto you. he’s building you up again, dragging his fingers out slow just to push them back in deeper, his tongue flicking over your clit in time with every thrust.
you’re shaking already, thighs clamping around his head, but he doesn’t care—just grips your hip harder to keep you spread open for him.
“c’mon, baby,” he murmurs against you, voice low and rough. “give me one more. i know you can.”
“fuck, ian,” you gasp, thighs trembling around his shoulders.
he doesn’t rush—keeps that slow, steady rhythm, his fingers fucking into you deep while his tongue flicks soft and lazy. it’s overwhelming, the way he knows exactly how to drive you crazy without even trying. your hands find his hair again, tugging desperately, and he just hums like he’s proud of how wrecked you are.
you can feel that second orgasm building, your whole body tightening up. he’s sucking and licking just right. the pressure finally snaps, and you come hard, moaning his name so loud you swear the whole building can hear.
he doesn’t stop until you’re squirming, too sensitive to take it, and only then does he ease off, kissing his way up your body, leaving soft marks on your hips and stomach.
“so fuckin’ pretty when you come for me,” he breathes against your neck, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his lips meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
his hands are quick to undo his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his dick, hard and leaking, and you can’t help but reach out, but he catches your wrist, pressing it back into the mattress.
“nah, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “you’ve done enough. lemme take care of you.”
he guides your legs around his waist, lining himself up, and just as he pushes in, he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, his head tipping back like he’s losing himself in how good you feel.
“fuck,” he groans, voice low and rough. “so tight for me… always take me so good.”
he stays still for a second, letting you adjust, his hand lacing with yours, squeezing like he’s holding on for dear life. when he finally starts to move, it’s slow—deep, deliberate strokes that have you gasping his name.
he presses his forehead to yours, his free hand sliding down to where your bodies meet, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles.
the way he’s filling you up, his hips rolling slow but deep, has you seeing stars. he keeps kissing you, sloppy and desperate, like he’s trying to memorize the way you taste. every thrust gets a little rougher, his control slipping the more you clench around him.
“fuck,” he pants, squeezing your hand tighter. “you feel too good.”
you’re close again, that familiar pressure building low in your belly, and he knows it—he can feel it in the way your thighs tremble around him, your breath hitching with every thrust.
“gonna come for me again?” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “gonna let me feel you squeeze me, huh? you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you do.”
you’re too far gone to respond, just gasping his name as your body tenses up, and that’s all it takes—he speeds up just enough, his thumb pressing harder, and you come undone around him, crying out as your walls clamp down.
he groans, burying his face in your neck, trying to hold out a little longer, but you can feel him losing it.
“fuck, where you want me, baby?” he breathes out, voice rough and strained. “tell me.”
“in me,” you whisper through shaky breaths, nails digging and scratching his back.
his hips stutter, and he curses under his breath as he slams in deep, spilling inside you with a low, throaty groan. he stays there, buried to the hilt, his lips brushing your neck as he mumbles.
he doesn’t pull out right away—just stays pressed close, letting his breathing slow as he kisses your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach.
“hate myself for making you think i don’t care about us.. swear i’ll do better, baby… promise…”
inspired by justin bieber’s song “flatline”
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princesa ⋆˙⟡♡ / i don’t see enough ian fics had to write my own… this was longer than i thought.
