NNN.
summary: the core boys make a bet that if you lose no nut november you pay up 10,000. ron thinks he could do it no problem, until you decide to make it your mission to make him fold.
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, praise, and overstimulation.
the moment you heard about the bet all the boys made for november, you were pissed. this wasn’t just about ron, because what were you gonna do for a month without any sexual interaction? you were in need just as much as he was.
ron had told her that it would be easier if they didn’t hangout so close for the month.
“whenever i’m around you i get horny.”
an idea popped into your head after a few days in. if ron was so confident he’d be able to last if you just gave him space…then you’d do the complete opposite and make him pay for ruining november. so every couple days you would do something to make him want you even more.
“rani?” you called for him from his bathroom. you knew he was streaming and you didn’t like to bother him while he was working, but you were too committed. “raniii?”
ron took his headset off in the other room aggressively. “what y/n?” he looked towards the bathroom waiting for a response.
“can you come here?”
“y/n i’m streaming.”
“i need your help” you said, smirking to yourself.
ron sets his headset on his desk, getting up and heading towards his bathroom. opening the door quickly, his annoyance is clear. “what?-“ his words were cut off by the sight in front of him.
you stood there fresh out of the shower. only in the his favorite bra of yours and black leather shorts.
“y/n..”
“i need you to tie my top in the back.” your words came out innocently but the look on his face wasn’t. “please.”
you placed the top on your body perfectly and turned your back to him. he slowly tied the strings, lightly grazing your bare back every so often.
the shiver down your skin his touch gave you made it feel like you were torturing yourself instead.
ron stared down at you in the mirror as he finished tying. his gaze was sharp and you felt it everywhere.
“you look good, baby.” he said, lowering his head to your ear.
“i’m going out with my friends, i love you.”
you walked away, not once looking back. he couldn’t see it but the grin on your face was wide.
ron stood there turned on and annoyed. all he wanted to do was fuck you, especially after seeing you like that. he closed his eyes, shaking his head. walking back to his stream, he muttered to himself.
“it’s only been a week.”
you and ron made your way to the kitchen at 1 am. you’ve noticed he’s been eyeing you all night, trailing every inch of your body during dinner.
the vibe went both ways though. you had to squeeze your legs together just to contain the raging desire pulsing everywhere. he looked so good in his baggy jeans with a white polo, and those damn glasses.
it was torture.
“looks like one of the boys made brownies.” he said approaching the counter with a pan sitting on top. then turning to right, he chuckled at the bowl. “and left some of the batter.”
ron scooped up batter with two fingers, bringing them to his lips to try. you swallow watching the motion. your mind trails back to memories of late nights involving the same act.
“it’s kinda good.”
two can play at that game, you thought.
“i wanna try.”
before he could move you grabbed his hand, taking his two fingers with leftover batter, into your mouth. his eyes widened, watching you closely.
you sucked the brownie batter off his hands very slowly, swirling your tongue. his usual steady breath became shaky as you stared into his eyes the whole time.
“y/n...”
you slide his fingers out with a pop. smiling innocently at him, “it’s very good.”
he continued to stare at you, his mouth slightly open. you hold onto his hand for a few more seconds before dropping it and turning away.
“you can’t do that.”
“do what?” you asked grabbing a water from the fridge.
“you know what.”
“okay then do something about it.”
“y/n you know i can’t.”
“why rani?”
“it’s 10 bands.” he sighed, stepping towards you.
you raise your eyebrows at his defense. you could tell how close he is to breaking just by his body language. he was tense, his cheeks turning to a flush, his jeans growing tighter every minute.
“do you know how bad i want to bend you over this counter right now.” he breathed, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him roughly.
you bit your lip slowly at his aggressive handling. but you knew he wouldn’t break, not in this moment.
“but you won’t.”
you pushed him off you lightly and walked back up to his room in silence.
it’s been a week since you pulled that stunt, a week since you’ve seen ron.
it wasn’t on purpose.
he has been on a work trip to miami the past couple days and now he’s back.
and he wants to see you.
it surprised you almost, how eager he was to see you.
just as you grabbed your keys to leave a text message lit up your phone.
rani 💌
come over now.
you
i am
rani 💌
hurry
starting to become worried, you put your phone into your purse and started you car.
you walked up to ron’s room as fast as you could while still saying hi to laiys and drew.
ron swung the door open before you could even knock. he answered in grey sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt, looking like a man who'd been unraveling for days. his dark hair was messy, jaw shadowed with stubble, and his eyes, god his eyes, were doing that intense thing where they locked onto her like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at.
"you’re here," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
"you sounded desperate."
"i am desperate." he stepped aside to let you in. "i’ve been losing my mind."
you placed your keys down on his night stand and gave him your full attention.
"and i’m fucking done with this shit." he ran a hand through his hair, looking almost sheepish. "it’s been weeks thinking about you every single night until i couldn't breathe."
"that sounds like a you problem."
"it's about to be a you problem."
you laughed, but it came out breathier than intended. he was standing closer now, not touching her yet, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body.
you reached up and traced you’re finger along his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble. he closed his eyes at the contact, a small exhale escaping him, and that tiny reaction sent a thrill through her. he was so wound up that even that barely-there touch was getting to him.
"then do something," she whispered.
his eyes opened, dark and hungry, and he pulled you against him in one fluid motion. his mouth found yours, and the kiss was nothing like the tentative ones you’d shared before. this was weeks of frustration poured into a single moment.
"i want to do something for you," you said, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.
he pulled back just enough to look at you. "like what?”
“this is about you tonight." you slid your hands under his shirt, palms flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "you’ve been suffering for weeks. let me take care of you."
“y/n—“
“shut up and let me."
you pushed his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere behind you. you traced your fingers down his chest, down his happy trail, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants.
he was already hard. that much was obvious through the thin grey fabric, the outline of him straining against the material. but what you noticed immediately was the dark spot at the front, a small wet patch that had already soaked through.
"oh my god, rani."
he groaned, tipping his head back against the wall. "i told you. i’ve been losing my mind. ive been leaking for days just thinking about you."
you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled the sweatpants down in one motion, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the situation. the wet spot was more visible now, a clear sign of just how deprived he'd been.
"you’re already making a mess and i haven't even touched you yet."
“i’m aware." his voice strained, almost pained. "every time you purposely teased me, which was constantly, i’d get hard and have to will it away. you have no idea what that does to a man."
you knelt in front of him slowly, looking up through your lashes. "then let me find out."
you pulled his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprang free, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum that had been building for days. he was so turned on that a thin strand of it connected to the fabric as she pulled it away, and she watched his jaw clench at the sight.
"don't tease me," he said through gritted teeth. "i swear to God, y/n, if you tease me right now I will not survive it."
"who said anything about teasing?"
you leaned forward and ran your tongue along the length of him, base to tip, tasting the salt of pre-cum that had already gathered there. the sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hand flying to the wall behind him for support.
"fuck," he breathed. "fuck, fuck, fuck."
you took her time with him, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking gently, swirling your tongue in slow circles. he was already so sensitive from weeks of denial that every small movement made him twitch against her mouth. more pre-cum leaked onto your tongue, continuous and steady, and you realized he wasn't exaggerating, his body was absolutely overflowing, weeks of pent-up arousal leaking out in waves.
"you taste like you've been waiting for this," you murmured, pulling back just enough to speak.
"i have been waiting for this." his hand moved to your hair, not pushing, just resting there like he needed something to anchor himself. "every night, i thought about your mouth on me. thought about this."
you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and creating a slow, deliberate rhythm. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips jerking forward involuntarily before he caught himself.
"you have no idea how good this feels." his head was tipped back, throat exposed.
you took him back into your mouth, cutting off his words with the sensation, and he let out a broken moan that echoed off the bedroom walls. you could feel him getting harder against your tongue, which you hadn't even thought was possible. his thighs were trembling, and the pre-cum was constant now, slicking her lips and chin.
"i’m — if you keep going, i’m going to—"
you pulled off immediately, and the sound of frustration he made was almost comical.
"you said you wanted to feel good," you said, looking up at him with a deliberately innocent expression. "i didn't say i was going to let you finish yet."
he stared down at her, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"you held out for three weeks. you can hold out a little longer."
"i take it back. i was wrong. o made a terrible mistake. please—"
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the mattress with a desperation that was genuinely flattering, practically throwing himself down and pulling you on top of him. you straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you through your thin pants, and he groaned at even that indirect contact.
"you’re still wearing too many clothes," he said, his hands already working at your pants.
he sat up, and she helped him pull her shirt over her head, then reached back to unclasp her bra. his eyes tracked every newly exposed inch of skin like he was memorizing it, and when she was bare from the waist up, he just stared for a moment.
"you’re so fucking beautiful," he said quietly. "you know that?"
"you can tell me again when i’m naked."
he laughed, a real laugh, surprised and genuine, and then took off your pants while you shook out of them.
"i need you," he said. "right now. i can't wait anymore."
"then don't."
he flipped you onto your back with a speed that knocked the breath out of you, settling between your thighs. you could feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, already slick, the heat of him was almost unbearable.
"no condom?" you asked, not because you were worried, you’ve had the conversation before, but because you wanted to hear him say it.
"i want to feel you." his forehead pressed against yours. "i want to feel everything.”
"then get inside me."
he pushed forward, and you both groaned as he sank into you. he was thick enough that the stretch made you gasp, and he paused immediately.
"okay?"
"more than okay. keep going."
he slid the rest of the way in, bottoming out, and his arms shook as he held himself still. "you feel — god, you feel incredible. i’m not going to last."
“so let go.”
"no, i want—i want this to be good for you too—"
you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. "rani. you’ve been losing your mind for three weeks. let go."
he started moving, and the pace he set was anything but gentle. his hips snapped forward with a desperation that was almost feral, each thrust deep and hard and uncoordinated in the way that only genuine need could produce.
"fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, burying his face in your neck.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle shift made you cry out. he hit something inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids, and he noticed immediately, adjusting to hit that spot again and again.
"there?" he asked, voice rough.
"right there, don't stop—"
"never. i’m never stopping. i’m never doing that stupid bet again." his thrusts were getting harder, more erratic, and you could feel him throbbing inside you.
"i’m close," you gasped.
“me too." he was sweating now, damp hair falling across his forehead, and the look on his face was somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
"do it."
you clenched around him as your orgasm hit, and the sensation ripped through you in waves that made your vision blur. he followed almost instantly, a broken sound tearing from his throat as he buried himself as deep as possible.
three weeks of pent-up frustration poured out of him in a way that was almost overwhelming, and he kept thrusting weakly through it, riding out every last wave.
"holy shit," he breathed, collapsing on top of you without pulling out. "holy shit."
he laughed against your neck, the vibration of it humming through her skin. "i’m never doing no nut november again. that was the worst decision of my life."
"you say that now, but you're the one who agreed to it in the first place."
later that night ron picked up his phone from his nightstand as you slept soundly.
ron is typing…
ron: who do i give the 10 bands?
i’ve been working on this for a week omg
