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”
y/nsspamacc has posted on their story
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
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
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.
NOTE: NOW IT'S IAN'S TURN BC HE'S ALSO LACKING FICS, AND I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.xoxo
The Smosh building was unusually quiet that night. Everyone had gone home hours ago, and you’d been on your way out too, bag slung over your shoulder, coat in hand, when you noticed it — a faint, warm light glowing on the writers’ floor.
For a second, you thought maybe someone had forgotten to turn off a lamp. But as you leaned closer, peeking past the railing, you spotted him.
Ian.
He was hunched over one of the tables, a laptop open in front of him, scattered papers framing his figure like a halo of clutter. The glow of the desk lamp softened his profile — a mix of concentration and exhaustion — and you caught yourself smiling before you could stop it.
Quietly, you stepped onto the floor. “Hey,” you called gently, not wanting to startle him.
He turned almost instantly, those familiar blue eyes finding yours. “Hey, doll.” The nickname rolled out so naturally, like he hadn’t even thought about it. “What are you doing here so late?”
You walked up to him, resting a hand on the back of his chair, close enough to see the tired lines around his eyes. “That’s my question. What are you doing here?”
Ian leaned back slightly, shoulders loosening as he looked up at you. “Just working on an upcoming project. Something new. You know me, I get caught up.”
“You always do,” you teased lightly, letting your hand brush against his shoulder as you circled the chair.
He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Shouldn’t you be heading home? It’s really late.”
“I was about to,” you admitted, sliding onto the edge of the table so you were sitting face-to-face with him. “But if you’re still working, maybe you could use some help?”
Ian shook his head, chuckling softly. “Oh no, it's fine. You’ve done enough today. I can handle it.”
You crossed your arms, leaning closer with a playful challenge in your eyes. “I don’t have anything very interesting to do at home. Besides… I want to help.”
Something flickered across his expression — warmth, gratitude, something unspoken — before he gave in with a sigh. “Alright. If you insist.”
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The next hour slipped by in a blur. The two of you went through draft notes, tossing ideas back and forth. What should’ve been tedious work felt strangely effortless; every time you suggested something, Ian’s face lit up as if you’d voiced the exact thought he hadn’t yet put into words.
At one point, he laughed so hard he had to set his pen down, shaking his head. “God, we’re dangerous together. If we actually combined all our ideas, the internet wouldn’t know what hit it.”
You laughed too, unable to stop watching the way his smile reached his eyes. Dangerous was right.
Eventually, Ian leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan. His t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin before he dropped his arms with a sigh. “Really, it’s a good thing you stayed. I probably wouldn’t have finished this on my own.”
You smiled, swinging your legs idly from your spot on the table. “Oh, it’s nothing. I actually enjoyed helping. Especially you.”
The words slipped out before you realized how they sounded. But Ian didn’t laugh it off. He didn’t brush it aside. Instead, he froze for a second, his eyes finding yours in the low light.
And suddenly, the room shifted.
The hum of the lamp, the quiet of the building, the closeness between you — everything condensed into that single moment where neither of you looked away.
Before you could think, Ian moved closer. One hand found your waist as he stepped between your knees, and then his mouth was on yours.
The kiss was warm, certain, and it knocked the air from your lungs. Instinctively, you kissed him back, your hands reaching for his shoulders, pulling him closer. For a few precious seconds, you forgot everything else.
But then, reality crashed in, and you broke the kiss, your forehead still brushing his. “Ian… no. That’s not right.”
His brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. “What do you mean?”
“You’re my boss,” you whispered, though your heart was racing, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “If we… if this happens, it could mess everything up.”
For a moment, silence hung heavy between you. Then Ian shook his head, his voice low but firm. “No. It won’t. None of that will happen.”
You looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation, but found only determination.
“I’ve felt this for months,” he admitted, his hand still steady on your waist. “And I know you feel it too. The way you look at me, the way we are together — it’s not just work. It’s us.”
Your breath caught, and when he leaned in again, you didn’t resist. This time, the kiss was deeper, hungrier. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, and he responded instantly, his hands roaming your back, your sides, like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.
You laughed against his lips, a mix of relief and thrill, before whispering mischievously, “Take me to the sofa in the study.”
Ian pulled back just enough to see the glint in your eyes, his own smile spreading, warm and boyish but tinged with something more. “You’re trouble,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek.
“Only with you,” you shot back, your heart pounding with anticipation.
Still holding your hand, Ian led you out of the writer’s floor, down the dim hallway, toward the study. His pace was quick, like he was afraid the moment would slip away if he didn’t grab hold of it.
When the two of you reached the study, the shadows stretched long across the room, and the old sofa sat waiting in the corner like it had been expecting you. Ian turned to you, eyes soft but burning, and pulled you close again, sealing his mouth to yours as the rest of the world fell away.
The papers, the work, the roles you played — none of it mattered anymore. Only this did.
And in that quiet, after-hours glow, you finally gave in to what had been inevitable all along.
Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging gently, and the soft groan that escaped his throat made your stomach flip. He deepened the kiss in response, one hand sliding from your waist to your hip, anchoring you firmly against him.
“Ian,” you whispered between kisses, voice shaky but charged, “this is insane.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his pupils dark and blown wide. “No,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, “this is inevitable.”
The honesty in his tone made your chest tighten. Every glance you’d shared across meeting tables, every late-night laugh, every lingering touch suddenly fit together like pieces of a puzzle you’d both been too afraid to solve.
His lips trailed along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck, each brush of his mouth sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head back instinctively, granting him more, and his arm tightened around your waist in response.
“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he confessed against your skin, his words vibrating through you, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Your hands slid down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as if he were holding himself together by a thread. “Then don’t stop,” you breathed, the admission tumbling out before you could second-guess it.
He pulled you closer, so close you could feel every line of him against you. His hand traced up your side, pausing just beneath your ribs, fingertips grazing the edge of your shirt. It wasn’t hurried — it was reverent, like he was memorizing every inch of you.
The kisses grew hungrier, the air between you hot and unsteady. You tangled your legs with his, pulling him closer still, the heat of his body overwhelming and grounding all at once. The sofa creaked softly, an intimate soundtrack to the moment unraveling around you.
Your breath caught when his lips found your ear. “Tell me you feel it too,” he whispered, voice low, desperate.
You clutched him tighter, answering not with words but by pulling his mouth back to yours, kissing him like there would be no tomorrow.
𐙚⋆.˚ Warnings…Overstimulation, drug usage, cunnilingus, fingering, somnophilia??
Your back arches off the mattress, the feeling of his warm tongue on your clit makes you shed tears…he’d been going for almost an hour now—your clit puffy and hurting. You grab a fistful of his hair calling out his name, begging him to stop, he’s not listening zoned out only focusing on your pussy.
He stumbles through your front door, your apartment cold and dark, he kicks off his shoes and walks throughout the darkness to your room. He sees you asleep, your chest heaving up and down—he slowly walks up to your face crouching down when he reaches you, he cups your face with his hand planting soft kisses along your jaw and then down your neck.
The strong smell of weed hits you hard and fills up your nostrils, your nose twitches and then you feel something soft on your neck—still somewhat asleep you try to swat whatever is on your neck away until you feel something big and soft, you peek your eyes open and turn your head to see your boyfriend Ian, his blue eyes slowly come to look in yours.
The white part of his eyes now a glossy red “h-hey baby, you’re finally up” he gives a lazy smile and goes back to kissing your neck, you run your finger through his hair, you feel a breathy sigh on your neck, you keep playing with his hair as he lets out little hums “baby…I wanna taste you” but taste was an understatement, because he wanted a full course meal.
You pull his hair not hard but just so he can notice you, he looks up at you—slowly blinking “I-Ian please, ‘m gonna cum again” he hums against your sopping cunt, he looks back down at it sticking a finger inside. You almost yell out at the feeling—fingering your pussy slowly he sticks another one in, you sob loudly calling out his name.
You feel your orgasm crash down on you hard, you legs start to tremble around his head as he fingers you through your high, he comes to a stop and slowly takes his fingers out and brings them to his mouth licking them clean of your slick. He stands up straight and leans over getting closer to your ear “sorry baby but…can you go one more round?” The question rings through your ear as he drops his pants revealing his rock hard cock in his boxers.
Can’t believe there’s little to no fics abt Ian…guess I gotta take matters into my own hands.
pair : hearts2hearts(separate) x hearts2hearts9thmember! reader
summary: how the hearts2hearts members act when reader is touchy with the other members during a fansign
warnings: fluff , slight angst?, comfort. slight jealousy in some
Jiwoo
jiwoo seems the most reasonable
i don't think she’d be jealous of any of the other members because she trusts that they would never make a move on you
she would watch as you take your photos and patiently wait for her turn
hugs you extra tight for your photos together
on the way back she would tease you for how stiff you were when you did aegyo
when you lay down with her at the dorms you ask her if she was jealous at all today seeing you do fanservice with the other girls
“obviously not”
Carmen
i think she would also not care too much about the fanservice
honestly she might be happy to see you getting along with the other members
just for fun she might make a few comments about how much like a couple you and a-na seem to look
other than that she knows that you and her are dating and that realistically you would never cheat on her
so she's not worried about your love of fanservice
“you didn’t think i was jealous, did you?” she would say to you while you sit in the van
Yuha
she would be a little hurt seeing how natural it was for you to act so flirty with the other members
maybe playfully pouting in a way that doesn’t spark speculation from the fans
i can totally see her making a sly comment about how touchy you seem recently
once you notice the sad look on her face you would try to get closer to her / pose together more often
she would be back to her normal behavior by the time you get back to the dorm
but just to be safe you assure her that there's no one else you’d want to be in a relationship with
Stella
i mentioned in the sulky stella headcanons that i see her getting jealous easily and i definitely see that happening here
if you’re at a fansign doing a lot of poses/ cheek kisses with the other members and she notices I think she would try her best not to be near you
avoiding doing poses with you even when asked
the fans would think it was a joke but you knew better
on the ride back to the dorms you would make sure to sit next to her so that you could resolve the issue faster
in general she prefers you save certain gestures for just you and her
Juun
she would definitely feel a type of way but try to be nonchalant about it for the sake of looking good in front of fans
while you hug ian and playfully pretend to kiss her cheek, juun would be watching closely for a second too long before going back to searching through her items
totally awkward when she finally gets her chance to pose with you
doesn't fully look you in the eye
when you get back to the dorms she would be more affectionate than normal
pretends to not know what you’re talking about when you ask if she’s jealous
A-na
a-na would definitely try to one up whatever you were doing with another member
if you were hugging juun and wearing matching hats, all of a sudden she’s backhugging yuha while they’re dressed as jack and rose
while you’re posing with carmen she tells the fans that she doesn’t think you too look good together
is able to get away with her snarky comments due her her playfulness
throws jabs at you back at the dorms saying that you need to step up your game when it comes to fanservice
never actually admits that she wanted your attention to herself but it’s clear to you that that was the reason for her attitude
Ian
i think she's the only one that would actually fight to get your attention at a fansign
when she sees you posing with ye-on and pinching her cheeks, ian immediately grabs matching items for the both of you so that you can pose together
she continues on like that for the rest of the fan meet, for every picture you have with another member, you have two with ian
very clingy on the way back to the dorms, still clingy when you arrive
shamelessly asks you for reassurance
over it by the next day
Ye-on
is actually nonchalant about the situation (unlike juun)
it isn’t until a-na jokingly suggests that you might leave her for stella that she realises that something might be wrong with what you’re doing
stays professional during the fansign, taking an appropriate amount of photos with you and the other members
not avoiding you or causing drama
on the way home she looks more down than usual
as soon as you get home she asks you very bluntly if you wou;d ever leave her for someone else
authors note: guys please go easy on me it is literally my first day ever writing fanfiction. i hope that the anon that requested this is happy. there's another ot8 headcanon coming soon so if you liked this you can look forward to it. im open to criticism in fact i really need some so tell me what you thought about it if you got this far lmaoo
