Hatefuck.
Ryan Sitkowski x female reader
Kintober day 27. Hate sex, hook-up, unprotected sex, cheating.
This one feels a bit wrong since some hate sex and cheating are involved. Don't cheat on your partner and don't break people's marriage, it's bad. But I had this headcanon of Ryan in my head and I like it very much. Please don't come at me if you don't like this trope. It's just fucking fiction and shitty porn.
That being said, enjoy my loves <3
-Go to hell Ryan it's not my fucking problem. You shouted, slamming the door as you left the recording studio.
God how much you hated Ryan. He was insufferable with you, always making you remarks and picking fights. He was so convinced that he was superior to you, always degrading you and making bad comments about you to the rest of the band.
Why the heck was his problem?
Since you started to work as a sound engineer for the band six months ago, there have been constant arguments between the two of you. The atmosphere was always so heavy that now you were just running away from him, choosing to only interact with him when it was strictly necessary.
-It's not my fault if you suck at your job. Spare us your incompetence and just quit for good. He screamed louder, not sure if you were even hearing him now.
He sighed, sinking into his chair as the other guys looked at him in disapproval.
-What is wrong with you for real? She is doing a good job on the album. Chris pinched his nose, exasperated.
-No she's not. She's a pain in the ass, always whining about everything.
-She's not Ryan, and you know it, you're just unfair to her for god knows what reason.
Chris shook his head, standing up to open the door of the studio.
-What side are you even on dude?
-Hers. Now go apologize, we have a song to finish. He paused but Ryan didn't move. Now.
Reluctantly he got up and left the room, Chris slamming the door after his passage.
Ryan looked for you through the building, complaining and cursing until he found you, taking a coffee in the break room. You turned back as you heard someone coming, your brows furrowing when you knew who it was.
-Do you really think it's time to take a coffee break? You can't capriciously leave a session like that, we're all waiting for you to come back.
Wasn't he supposed to apologize? Yeah, right but seeing you like that just made his blood rush. He did not want to apologize, he wanted to ruin you, spit out his venom on you.
You saw red, will he never let you alone?
Slamming your cup on the counter you took a few steps in his direction. Your index finger pointed in his direction in a threatening way.
-You know what your problem is, Ryan? You're weak. You're the weakest person I know. You see me as a threat for a reason that I still don't get. You want me out of your life because you feel inferior. Because you're insecure.
Unconsciously you stepped closer to him as you continued your monologue, finding yourself inches from him.
-You call me a whiner but you're the one always whining about everything. I'm not going to destroy your life so peace out, dude.
He swallowed hard, looking at you as you kept your angry gaze on him. A long silence settled between you before he decided to speak again.
-But you are fucking destroying my life. He spoke in a low voice, not sure if he was supposed to say that.
You laughed as you stepped back a bit, throwing your arms in the air.
-How the fuck am I supposed to destroy your life? I won't take your job I'm a sound engineer, not a rockstar.
You were hallucinating as you kept laughing bitterly at him.
-God, you're a mad man Ryan. How could you make it so far in life when you think like that?
Rubbing your hands on your face you went to sit on the counter, throwing your feet as he followed you closely.
-You have no idea of what you're talking about. He retorted as his fists clenched.
-Certainly not but I think that you don't know either. You're just trying to cover how much of a coward you are.
His breathing was erratic as he stepped even closer, making you swallow this time. His gaze was menacing you, his arms resting on either side of your body as he bent over you a bit.
You shut down, intimidated by his dominating figure as your stomach squeezed.
-Don’t talk about things that are beyond you.
He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your face. Leaning on him you kept your gaze on his.
-Fucking coward.
Why were you provoking him like that when he was so close you had no idea, but the tension between you switched. Your heart started to race but not from anger, your cheeks getting hot as you realized you were only inches away from his lips.
-I'll show you how weak I am.
Without letting you have the time to protest he collapsed on you, his lips crashing on yours as his hands came to grab your hips.
Confused and taken aback you pushed him away as he bit your lips, making it bleed.
-What the fuck dude? You started even more angry than before. You're married, why are you even- Oh.
It was at this moment that you realized it. You weren't going to destroy his job, you were going to destroy his marriage.
Your eyes widening you didn't say anything more, looking at him incredulously.
-Don't you fucking dare call me a coward again. You have no idea what I've been through the last months, trying to keep you away, trying to keep me away. He sighed, leaning more on you as he lowered his voice. Trying to avoid that fucking tempting ass of yours.
You squeezed your legs together at his words, your heart racing in your chest.
-You're completely mad, Ryan. You bit your lower lip, the taste of the blood diffusing in your mouth.
-Yes I am. And it's your fault. He breathed out, nearing his mouth to yours as kept staring at your lips. You make me insane.
You didn't move, holding your breath as you saw his lips slightly brushing against yours.
-You can't do that. Your tongue came to moisturize your dry lips as your breathing accelerated. Provocation again? Really?
-You're right, I can't.
But he did it, his tongue coming to caress yours as he kissed you again.
This time you didn't push him away. You don't know why but your hands came to his hair as you let him kiss you, uncertain. Maybe you were as mad as he was. The tension between you was confusing your brain. Ryan was hot, you never just admitted it to yourself as you were blinded by the hate.
His hands quickly came to your waist, pushing you against him as his lips kept kissing you passionately. He waited for this for so long that he thought he was going to explode. But you broke apart as you pulled his hair brutally.
-Stop it, we're not doing this.
He was panting against you, his pupils were dilated looking straight at you as his chest rose violently.
-Get your shit back together Ryan, you're married for fuck sake. You breathed out, his lips already losing themselves against your neck.
But he kept coming for you, pressing himself a little further between your legs making you whimper softly. You were not even sure that he listened to a thing you said. Fuck. That was wrong.
-God, I hate you. You rolled your head back as his lips became more persistent on your skin.
Leaving your neck, they came back to yours as he started to roam his hips urgently, getting needy.
-You're not going to answer a thing I say?
-Just shut up already. How annoying you can be.
He groaned, one of his hands coming to your face, grabbing it as he kept your lips against his, kissing you again.
You didn't know what to do. The anger consumed you as his touch made you go crazy. However, you knew you needed to stop before it was too late. The image of his wife coming to your head. You already had done too much.
Still, the words disappeared in your throat as Ryan's hands came to undo the button of your jeans, quickly working himself before he could think about what he was doing.
He was going to cheat and break his marriage but right now the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted your lips back on his. The feeling was too consuming as the tension of these last months dissipated, turning into pure passion.
You were the only thing playing in his mind, your complaints the only thing he would hear and the only thing he wanted to hear.
Settling a pace rapidly, he came to pull your pants down your legs, lifting you a little. He didn't want you to think, he wanted you to give up on his touch, wanted you to help him release his obsession with you, maybe that after it would stop and you both could go back to a normal life.
-Let me touch you, just for a bit. Hoarsely he asked, his lips kissing under your ear.
You nodded, not wanting to let the words out of your mouth. All of this was becoming way too real.
At your approval one of his hands came to caress your underwear, brushing his fingers on the wet spot that was forming.
-Fuck Ryan. You moaned a bit, surprised as your hand came to cover your mouth quickly.
He smirked against your skin, starting to rub you more.
-You want this as much as I do, don't you? He laughed a bit, mocking you.
Your head rolled back as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hand passing through your underwear as he started to caress you, rubbing your clit urgently, his lips biting to the skin of your shoulder as he lowered his head.
-Stop playing you, asshole. Just fuck me already. You whined, your hips roaming against his hand as you tried to grab his belt.
Yes, you wanted this, and you wanted it now. The more he was waiting the more you thought about his marriage and you didn't want to. You were fucking up real good this time.
He chuckled bitterly, quickly helping you to take his belt off as he opened his pants, putting them and his underwear down a little bit in a sure motion.
-See? You're always whining. He groaned in your ear, pumping himself before thrusting inside of you, not losing time.
You clung on him, your arms surrounding his neck as you pushed yourself against his body. The feeling of him inside you made you dizzy, your stomach tightening on how much you liked it.
After some time of peace, he started to move again, pushing in and out as he firmly grabbed your waist.
Shit, this was good, HE was good. You couldn't think about anything else than the feeling of him filling you up, your hips starting to rock against his, eager for more and more.
You heard him moan, his lips coming for yours as he tried to cover your sounds, fucking you restlessly as he enjoyed himself a bit too much.
-This doesn't change anything. I'll hate you 'til the day I die. You breathed out against his lips.
-Continue to hate me and I will fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. Accentuating each one of his words with a deeper thrust making you whine under his touch.
You gasped his name, feeling him throb inside of you. The hate between you was making all of this so hot, creating a suffering pleasure. It needed to end, you were losing your mind as the passion in your stomach was rising.
Ryan was pushing himself deeply, caressing that sweet spot every time making you cry his name. You were overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his hot breath against you making your head buzz.
He was getting closer, you could feel it, his movements becoming more messy and needy. He was fucking you like a beast, his mind completely gone as he was chasing his orgasm simultaneously to yours.
And god it was working, you felt your orgasm wash over yourself, leaving you completely drained under him as you shivered in his arms. His hips still twitching as he cursed, fucking you through your release.
Instinctively he grabbed your hips firmly when you clenched over him, feeling himself lose it all inside of you as is own orgasm left him panting.
Trying to catch your breath you pushed him out of you.
-God Ryan what have we done?
You started to panic as you realized what just happened, the sweet feeling of your pleasure disappearing leaving room for guilt.
He didn't answer, stepping back as he pushed his underwear back on, the door of the room slamming open.
-Ryan what is taking you so long to apologize for god’s sak- Chris appeared, looking at you both incredulously.
Ryan turned back, looking at him shocked as he didn't even put his pants back on.
-Sorry. That was the only thing Chris said before slamming the door back violently.
You were fucked.