— ❝pierce❞
pairing: ryan x reader word count: 1167 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], ryan receives a blowjob, no use of pronouns, established relationship, road head, a brief bar fight,
summary: in which ryan's hiding something
prompt: piercing / double penetration / voyeurism
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Ryan was tense after the fight at the bar. His knuckles were bloody and when he caught his reflection in the rear view mirror, he knew he needed to ice his eye. His eyebrow was split and the bruising had already spread across his cheek.
You sat quietly in the passenger seat, eyes focused on Ryan. The way his jaw was clenched, the way he tightly gripped the steering wheel.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
That was what had started it. A cowboy too green to know better than to hit on a taken woman, especially not one who was wearing her man’s hat.
Ryan heard you shutting the man down. Saw you pointing towards him, but he was already making his way to you. He knew you could handle yourself, but he didn’t like the way the man continued to linger. How he grabbed your hand and kissed it, refusing to acknowledge his presence as he came up behind him.
“Go get in the truck, darlin’. We’re done,” Ryan said.
You’d started to move but the man grabbed you around the waist. He’d pulled you into his side as he faced Ryan with a cocky smirk.
“Don’t worry, man. I can share,” he said. You’d stomped hard on his foot, crushing his toes. Giving you enough time to get free from his grip before Ryan’s fist was swinging.
“Ryan, let’s go!” You raised your voice to try and get his attention, but the fight was only getting started.
The man threw a punch of his own, catching Ryan by surprise. His head snapped to the side, eyebrow trickling blood from the open wound. It only spurred him on, both men throwing punches left and right until the man was on the ground and you stepped in front of Ryan.
“Enough, let’s go.”
“I told you to get in the truck,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar.
He’d opened your door, helped you into the truck, and closed the door with a slam that caused you to startle in your seat. Now, you could cut the tension in the cab with a knife.
You knew he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at the situation. Mad at the other man who didn’t listen to you. Mad he’d been forced to react.
You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh, a comforting gesture, but that wasn’t your only motivation. You always found it hot when he defended your honour, and tonight was no exception. Tonight, you wanted to thank him with your mouth, rather than your words, and he was in no position to stop you.
You slowly inched your hand higher on his thigh.
“What are you doing?” He asked you, his hand covering yours and stopping it from moving any further.
“Thanking you,” you replied. “Put your hands back on the wheel, cowboy.”
“You don’t have to do that, darlin’,” he said, swallowing thickly as your hand inched higher and palmed him over his jeans.
“I want to,” you told him, unbuckling your seatbelt and shifting in your seat before reaching for him again. He groaned as you palmed him, clearing his throat as he glanced down at you while you unbuttoned his pants.
“Baby,” he said. “Really, you don’t have to.”
You hummed, fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers. “I know,” you answered simply. “Think you can keep your focus so we don’t end up in a ditch?”
His laugh was strained as your hand wrapped around his hardening length. “Fuck, okay.”
He nodded furiously as you freed him from his constraints, shifting a little in his seat as you gasped. The glint of metal through the tip to the underside of his cock caught your eye.
“How long’ve you had this?” You asked curiously.
Each time you’d been together, you’d never noticed the piercing. Between the heat of the moment and the condom, you hadn’t even imagined he’d be the kind of guy interested in one. The bar had a slight curve in it, metal balls at each end. You curiously stroked his cock, fingers lightly tracing the piercing.
“In my 20’s. Lost a bet to a few of the ranch hands,” he said breathlessly, glancing down to watch you lick a stripe from his balls to his tip.
Your tongue teased his tip, delving into his slit and sliding over the metal ball. “I like it,” you replied, earning a groan of approval as you took more of him into your mouth.
You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, guiding you as you took more and slowly dragged your mouth back up. Each time you reached his piercing you traced it with your tongue. His breathing was ragged, soft grunts and moans falling past his lips.
“Take me all the way, darlin’. Know you can do it,” he spoke breathy words of encouragement, voice thick with desire.
You followed his instruction, taking him further into your mouth until you felt the steel ball hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you pushed yourself to take him deeper, his hand tightening in your hair as he rolled his hips. Your eyes watered and your throat threatened to close, but you hummed again before slowly picking up the pace. Inhaling deep through your nose before taking him all again, finding a comfortable rhythm.
“Fuck, just like that,” he praised, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Look so pretty with your lips around my cock, hm?”
Pleasure coursed through you at his words, spurred you on. He got more vocal the closer he was to coming undone and you were determined to see it through. Feel him explode in your mouth.
The truck swerved slightly and you dug your fingers into Ryan’s thigh. You’d sooner stop before he crashed, but the truck steadied and he groaned.
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he huffed. “I’m so close.”
You continued working him over, slipping your hand into his pants to cup his balls while taking him deeper into your mouth and swallowing.
“Christ, you’re tryna kill me.” He groaned as you hummed wickedly, a ‘what are you going to do about it?’ taunt. He gasped as you gave his balls a slight squeeze, rolling them in your hand as he fisted your hair. “I–fuck.”
His balls pulled tight as his cock twitched, his seed coating your tongue as you sucked his tip. He cursed as you toyed with his piercing, tongue flicking against his slit. Your hand stroked his shaft, milking the last of his orgasm as his hips jerked and he hissed.
“You relaxed enough now, cowboy?” You asked with a smile, wiping some spit and cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb before sucking on it as you sat back in your seat.
“I’m seeing stars, baby.”
You laughed breathily as you buckled your seatbelt again. “Next time I’m getting on my knees for you.”
