Authors note: Lowkey my first ficâŠlmk if you like it ermm. I thought that Ray needed more fics out there and I just took matters into my own hands lmao. I had this idea a while back but never did anything with it until now. Also the fic is kinda long, just warning you now. Enjoy my first smut!
Summary: Ray, your sweet handsome boyfriend, invited you to a show with a plan. His plan gets you flustered and shy and you lowkey freak.
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The room was quiet except for the tv, displaying old horror movies at a low volume, accompanied by the ticks from the vintage clock on the wall.
You lay on the old family couch in your living room with Ray, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he spoons you. Your eyes are glued to the tv, trying not to make any sort of movement. If you lay completely still in his arms then he won't realize that he was supposed to leave ten minutes ago.
Little did you know, Ray had been watching the clock the entire time. He knew he was supposed to leave but simply didn't want to. The moment you two were sharing felt too nice to ruin, so he told himself that he would wait fifteen more minutes before he brought it up.
The minutes pass, the movie rolls to credits and you panic, quickly shutting your eyes as Ray shifts. You feel his eyes on you, the hear a fond huff as he laughs a little.
"Sweetheart, wake up." He cups your cheek and slowly drags his thumb up and down. After seeing no movement, he leans down and plants a soft kiss on you nose, trailing slowly to you cheek, then your neck. You hum, completely giving yourself away.
"I know you don't want me to leave, but I have to..."
You open your eyes and give him a sad pout.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" You ask, and he smiles.
"Absolutely my sweet girl." He responds and plants a kiss to your cheek. " I have a show tomorrow, you wanna go?"
You hum thoughtfully, teasingly looking away like you would even consider saying no. Ray furrows his eyebrows.
"Of course I would. That'll always be the answer." You smile, and he mirrors yours.
"Good. I'll pick you up at 6."
Ray starts to get up and you stretch, letting out a long sigh as you relax and watch him put on his coat and shove his things back in his pockets. He holds out a hand and helps you up, bringing you into his arms for a tight hug. You walk him to the door and kiss him goodbye.
The room for the band is smaller than other venues they've played at, but you aren't complaining. Despite it being cramped, the band truly made it feel like home.
You sit on the stained couch that reeks of weed and beer alongside Ray, who has his arm resting on the cushion behind your head. He smells fresh, like he fetched his clothes right out of the dryer.
You lean into him, taking in the moment. Gerard is warming up as Ray helps him from the couch, harmonizing along with him. Frank is smoking his traditional pre-show cigarette as he watches. Mikey, however, has been lost in a superhero comic since they got there.
You lean over to Mikey, who is sitting in the flimsy chair next to the couch, examining the cover of the comic.
"I haven't seen that superhero yet. Is he new?" You ask, still looking at the cover.
Mikey looks up, blinking, registering what you said. You see his eyes light up a little upon realization. "Yea, I saw it in the store and bought it because it looked interesting. I usually only stick to the comics I know and enjoy but so far I'm absolutely loving this storyline..."
He continues to explain the hero, and of course you listen. You haven't really connected with Mikey until now. His story gets cut short, though, because Frank tells Mikey to practice a little before the show starts. Mikey looks at you apologetically before heading to his bass.
Frank moves to sit on the arm of the couch next to you with his guitar and begins playing a riff. Ray gets up and grabs his guitar so he can practice with Frank.
You sit in between the boys as you watch them play together, enjoying the music. Gerard watches you from across the room, amused at how you're in the middle of the guitarists. A staff member comes in and yells out over the boys practicing.
"Five Minutes til' showtime, start heading out!" The staff seemed stressed, so the band started filing out like soldiers. Ray gets up and you follow, but not before he placed a big smooch to your forehead, then on your lips.
"Stand right in front. I want to see you while I play." He smirks a little, and you feel the familiar flutter in your chest.
The band attracts more and more people every show they play. The crowd is buzzing with excitement as the lights dim. The band takes their places and everyone around you screams.
You feel your breath hitch with excitement just like it does at every concert. The energy around you spreads, and when the lights come up your cheeks heat up.
There Ray is, standing right in front of you, holding his guitar like it insulted his family. His arms are stretching the fabric of his black T-shirt so perfectly you feel your legs lock. You will never get over seeing your boyfriend in all black.
Ray begins playing the intro to 'Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us,' and you can't help but stare. Your heart beats faster as your eyes trail up to his neck, already glistening with sweat, then to his mouth.
He isn't putting on that glowing smile that he usually does when he plays. Instead, the corners of his lips are quirked up in that knowing smirk you are familiar with. It's that confident smirk he does when he knows he's getting to you, and he is absolutely right. Your breath hitches as you stare into his knowing eyes.
Gerard screams out the lyrics to the song. The people around you are jumping and you start to feel their energy radiating off. You begin to jump and dance like you always do, enjoying the show your friends are putting on.
The show flies by and you get taken away by their natural performance. At the end of one of their songs, they take a water break like usual. But this time is different. Ray stands under a spotlight with his guitar, and your eyes widen.
He strums his guitar and you feel your body halt. He begins to shred, completely taken away by the music and you swear youâve never been more attracted to him. Seeing him in his element doing or talking about what he loves always makes you feel all hot and bothered. He is glowing from the light reflecting off his sweaty skin.
You smile up at him and watch in awe, but when his eyes meet you for the millionth time that night, itâs different than the other ones before. He is feeling the rush of playing, and heâs looking at you like youâre something he wants to ravage.
He leans down towards you, maintaining eye contact, and concludes the riff only using one hand. His arm flexing and bulging with the movement of his guitar, and you nearly faint. His spotlight goes out as he goes to take a water break.
The crowd is still buzzing from the excitement as they pile out the door. You make your way to the band backstage. Frank is still energized from the rush, and Gerard is smoking a cigarette next to him. Mikey is wiping the sweat off his face with a rag. Your eyes land on Ray, who is listening to Frankâs rambling.
You suddenly feel nervous, what was that performance? He has never acted that way with you before. You slowly walk up beside him and gently place your hand on his bicep. He jolts and turns his head to you, startled. But then he smiles and pulls you into a very sweaty hug by your waist. You laugh at his reaction.
âYou all killed it!â He pulls back and gives you a soft, tired smile. The others smile with thanks.
âThank you y/n,â he says and he kisses your cheek, then turns back to Frank and continues talking.
It weirds you out that heâs so normal about what just happened. His hand rests on your waist and his thumb gently rubs up and down. You donât know what to do with yourself as you stare at the floor, not really listening to the conversations happening around you.
Occasionally, his hand trails down to you hip and pulls you in to his side when you drift away. Your face feels hot, oblivious to the smirk he wears so proudly on his face.
When Rays hands werenât full with equipment, they were on you somewhere. Whether it was on your waist, your hip, or holding your hand, he wouldnât stop. He was messing with you in the tiniest ways and you felt like you were going to explode.
He opens the car door for you as you slip into the front seat. He gets in and starts the car, then almost immediately puts his hand on your thigh.
You jump a little at the contact.
âWhat did you truly think of the show? It felt a little different than before, especially with my solo.â He asks casually as his hand runs up and down your thigh. You gulp and he notices.
âI-it was good, I thought your solo wasâŠâ You pause as you try to find the right word. Truth is youâve wanted to pounce on him since the show ended. ââŠincredible.â
He huffs out a laugh, briefly looking at your nervous expression. Your face is red as you fiddle with your rings. His hand tightens on your thigh in a soothing way.
âYou looked adorable dancing and singing alongâŠâ he sighs, âI really only played for you.â
You smile and look at him lovingly, your heart beating faster. He meets your gaze and gives a smile of his own.
You walk through his front door and stand in the entrance as you watch him lock the door. As he turns to meet you, he takes your hand and leads you to his room. Your heart is beating so loud in your ears you are convinced he can hear it too.
Once the door closes he sits on his bed with you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he brings you into his side. You look up at him to find he is already looking, wearing his softest smile.
âYouâre beautiful.â He says sweetly. He leans in and kisses your temple as you sigh. You wrap your arms around his torso and lean into the kiss, tugging him to lay down with you. You move to lay on top of him, looking down at his flushed yet smug expression.
ââŠYou really know how to get to meâŠâ you trail your finger in a circle on his chest, ââŠdonât you?â
You watch his throat bob as he gulps, his cheeks growing slightly darker. This sight has always made heat pool between you legs. His curls splayed out on the bed at he looks at you.
âWhatever do you mean?â He asks innocently, faking a coy expression. You only giggle as you catch his lips in a light kiss. He kisses back almost urgently, his hand trailing up your back to rest on the back of your head, guiding you in deeper.
You let out a muffled yelp as the kiss deepens, and you feel him smile against your lips. He licks your bottom lip and you accept, opening your mouth slightly. His tongue darts in and swirls with yours, and you let a small moan slip. It only makes him want you more, as he moans back.
He flips you over with ease and rests his forearms on either side of your head, all while keeping your lips locked. You feel the heat in your stomach. His curls tickle your forehead as he deepens the kiss once again.
He pulls away with a sharp smack and trails wet kisses along your jaw, then down to your neck. You feel him latch and suck on your sweet spot that always makes your head spin. You moan, hips rolling up into his clothed erection.
You feel him suck in a breath, and he moves his hips to meet yours in a slow grind. He pulls away from your neck, looking at the mark as a string of spit still connects him to your neck. Your eyes lock and he smirks, his hand trailing along the side of your breast down your stomach and to the wet spot on your jeans.
âFuck, y/n, youâre soaked.â He teases, rubbing his thumb softly around your clothed cunt. You whine and squirm in response. âAll of this was from me?â
âRay pleaseâŠâ You whisper, and he hums.
âPlease what baby?â Ray says in between kisses along your jaw. âTell me what you want, anything for you.â
Your face is hot as he looks at you with his pupils blown and his mouth parted and swollen from kissing you. The confession alone made you bite your lip, rubbing up into his hand.
âPleaseâŠtouch me.â You whisper, embarrassed.
Without a word he unbuttons your pants and pulls them down with your panties, eager to please. His hand inches down slowly, teasingly, making you wait impatiently.
âYou just loved watching me on stage that much? Completely soaked because I was playing guitar?â He questions as he rubs his middle finger slowly through your wet folds.
You whine, nodding your head. Bucking your hips up for more friction. He pulls his hand away.
âYouâre gonna have to be patient if you want me to please you.â He whispers, his hand hovering.
You furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him with betrayal.
âBe good for me?â He kisses your cheek. You groan.
His middle finger slides in to you, spreading your juices around. His eyes are fixated on your face, watching every expression you make in response to how he touches you.
You make eye contact and moan, keeping your eyes locked on his expression - eyes lidded, mouth slightly agape, and pupils blown. One finger turns into two without warning and you grip his broad shoulder, your breath catching in your throat.
He smirks. âThat feel good, sweetheart?â He asks, oh so sweetly. You nod your head as it rests on the pillow.
His fingers quicken, curling with ease and practice. It only makes you whine more, your other hand gripping his bicep for support. You feel it flex with how he pleases you, and you already feel yourself getting closer.
âMmh- Ray- Iâm gonna-â you exclaim, squeezing his bicep and digging your nails in his shoulder. He groans, grinding his hips into your thigh.
âCome for me, my love.â He kisses your jaw, pulling your skin between his teeth, and you gasp, coming undone. You flutter around his fingers, riding out your high as he continues to fuck you with them.
You pant as he pulls his slick fingers out, watching him move his fingers to his mouth, all while maintaining eye contact. Before you realize it he starts licking your juices off of his fingers. After cleaning his fingers he leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue swirling in sync with yours.
âYou taste fucking deliciousâŠâ he whispers against your lips, rutting into your thigh. His hand rests on your cheek, deepening the kiss. You push your thigh against his cock and he lets out a guttural groan, parting from the kiss.
âFuck- y/n,â he moans and grinds harder, seeking his release. You move with him, guiding him, and he pants in your ear. âSweetheart, Iâm gonna-â
He stills, his breath hitching in his throat, a groan then following as he goes limp on top of you. You both breathe together in silence, fingers tracing soothing circles and playing with hair. A few minutes pass as you sit in a comfortable silence.
âI love you,â he whispers, his voice muffled from being buried in your shoulder.
âI love you too.â You respond, gently combing your fingers through his damp curly hair.
Ray slowly gets up and wraps his arms around you, spooning you like he always does. You both sit in comfortable silence, falling asleep in his arms knowing that you are the luckiest girl ever.
