conceal x fem reader x nate sib
contains: situationship w/nate,drunk!ryan,smut,hair pulling,oral (p in v) (f receiving)
Nate pulls you closer by the back of your neck with his warm mouth yours. you breathe in his familiar scent, feeling his strong shoulders under your hands, tasting him on your tongue. he reaches for under your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts, which he likes to do every time you make out. it’s his way of letting you know he wants to go further, he always wants to go further.
he makes a noise in your mouth and rubs his thumb over your hardened nipple when his bedroom door bangs open. both of you, red lipped and wide eyed, whip your heads over to watch Ryan stumble in, wreaking of hard liquor.
“Ryan,” Nate says, breathless, “man, what are you doing here?”
he looks between both, pressing against the wall to keep himself upright. “i wanna do it again.”
you suck in a breath and glance at your boyfriend. Nate shakes his head, confused. “do what?”
Ryan looks at you then back at Nate.
like it’s hard to figure out, Nate still doesn’t get it.
“i wanna have sex,” Ryan says. he stumbles towards you.
Nate stands up. “Ryan. you’re drunk as fuck, man i don’t think you-“
“you’re drunk, you can’t have sex-“
“i don’t care,” Ryan snaps. he yanks his arm away when Nate reaches for him.
“you’re not thinking straight, man.”
Ryan stares at you with taut lips like he’s waiting for you to have sex with him again. that’s the only reason he’s here, for you. “you should lie down.”
“Ryan,” Nate snaps. looking at him, he practically froths at the mouth. you’ve never seen him pissed like this, and especially not with Ryan, who’s usally mad at Nate and Hollis. “you make another comment like that, you’re leaving.”
but Ryan flops down on the bed beside you, lying back with his hands on his stomach.
you imagine him sliding his hands down, undoing his jeans, and waiting for you to do the rest. but he’s drunk. you can’t.
but then he does. Ryan does exactly what you hoped, and you watch him fumble with the button and rip open his jeans.
he looks at you with a dreamy twinkle in his eyes, and it wakes something up in you. you move onto your side, and your mouth clash like magnets being pulled together.
“yo!” Nate shouts. he pulls at your shoulder, but you shrug him off, throwing your leg over both of Ryan’s, climbing into his lap.
“what the hell are you doing?”
you gasp for breath then go back under.
you and Ryan grapple with each others clothes but take none off. he pulls the collar of your shirt so hard, it digs into the side of your neck. then, just like Nate, Ryan slides his hand up your shirt, pressing his warm palm on your rib cage.
but when you don’t respond, Nate takes matters info his own hands and pulls your face so he can kiss you. and you let him, while Ryan watches, eager and seething with jealousy. his fingers start to unbutton your top, and you smile because Nate has no idea. the way his simple touch does so much for you, it drives you crazy.
ever since last time with Ryan, sex with Nate has been vanilla. bland. boring. not what it was before but not any different either.
secretly, you’ve been waiting for this to happen, waiting to see Ryan again. you’ve been needing a sign that it really happened, it wasn’t a crazy dream you had one night about your boyfriend and his best friend.
and Nate certainly hasn’t wanted to discuss it. he let Ryan have sex with you once.
even drunk, Ryan is a better kisser. you like the way he takes his time with you, savoring your taste, the way he works his tongue around your mouth. but his fervor is running out, quickly. whatever momentum he built up on the way here is going. going, going gone.
Ryan flops back on the bed and shuts his eyes. you’re disappointed but happy to catch your breath. and then it hits you when you look back at Nate you just passionately made out with Ryan in front of your boyfriend.
Nate kisses you, and it’s not nearly as fun as when Ryan kisses you. but you lean into it, kissing him back harder, until you hear Ryan snoring next to you. both of you look at him, look at each other, and keep kissing.
you don’t want to anymore, and you pull back, but Nate grabs you again and tries to kiss you.
“Nate,” you say. “Nate, i don’t want-“
“what? you don’t want what?” his chest rises and falls.
“i just… it’d be weird.” you glance at Ryan.
“are you joking? you had sex with both of us, but you don’t want to do anything with him here? he shakes his head, sitting down.
there’s an unspoken riff between the two of you, a crack that forms, small at first, hardly discernible.
it's hard to swallow, physically and mentally. you still haven't spoken to your boyfriend it’s been two days, the longest you've gone without talking to him since you started dating. and here you are in Ryan’s drive with your engine running, still, in case you change your mind. but you're more eager to get out and knock on the door than you are to leave.
you ring the doorbell, and it echoes all through the house. you step back and play with your fingers as you wait, staring at your reflection in the glass door. you look as nervous as you feel. you hope Ryan doesn't notice.
luckily, Ryan answers. he's the only one home. when he sees you, he smiles.
"i'm not looking for Nate."
"so, what are you doing here?"
"i... i wanted to talk to you." your hands shake. you toy with them to try and hide it.
Ryan lets you in. it's quiet and void of life. he leads you into the foyer then turns and crosses his arms. "about what?"
but Ryan knows why you're here. even after his embarrassing display at Nate's, you have unfinished business with him you want to take care of. he waits for you to say exactly that.
It doesn't come easily. you stumble over your words, try to choose them correctly. "i, um... you know, with Nate-- i haven't talked to him. in a couple of days. since, you know..."
"since you showed up at his place the other night."
Ryan nods, slowly. "and?"
damn him. "and I've been thinking about what happened. about what we did."
for a moment, Ryan's stomach drops. he expects it to be bad news for him.
something along the lines of, "we can't do that again," or, "that can never happen again." some lame excuse, something Nate put into your head because he's a selfish, insecure asshole.
"i can't stop thinking about it," you say.
"and i know you were drunk, but--"
you pause, and then you nod.
"yeah," he says, stretching his arms, "i was pissed at myself for falling asleep."
you think about it for a moment. "so you went to Nate’s?"
Ryan’s face goes red. you laugh, but he doesn't seem to be amused one bit. he says,
"i knew you were there. that's why i went."
and then you both stand there, staring at each other, you with a smile, Ryan with a bored expression, the foyer table between you.
"you came here to tell me that you wanted to hook up the other night?" he says.
again, you play with your fingers. "i came here to..."
and, again, Ryan makes you say it.
"i don't want to have sex with Nate."
a smile slowly spreads across his face. "you broke up with him."
you feel worse, like a dead weight has just dropped inside you. "not exactly."
here you are feeling ashamed in front of Ryan. no one could be more guilty than Ryan. "you don't feel bad?" you say. "he's your best friend."
Ryan gives a laugh. "no. i asked him, he said okay, you and i both liked it with each other, and now you'd rather have sex with me--there's no fault there on my end."
you scoff. you shake your head. Ryan grabs a bottle of pills from a cabinet in the bathroom and pops two in his mouth then swallows them dry, which you think is psychotic.
"i still have a headache," he says. "so. what did you come here for again?" he pretends to be confused. it pisses you off.
"never mind," you say, and you whirl around, start for the door, when Ryan grabs your arm and stops you.
his grip loosens, and his voice lowers. "i'll have sex with you if you want me to."
your cheeks flame. it should be offensive, what he said. instead, you lean towards him, offer yourself up to him.
Ryan wants to hear it first. he's wanted this moment for too long. "what do you want?"
"i want to.. have sex with you."
he grins, and you hate him for a moment.
he grabs your face and kisses you right there in the foyer, you melt like chocolate. he's warm, still coming down from an outrageous hangover, as he takes your hand, and you walk upstairs to his room.
just you and Ryan. finally alone. no annoying Nate to get in the way, to make things bumpy and claustrophobic. Ryan can't wait to touch you, for you to be all his, even if you decide to go back to Nate right after. he'll settle for this for now. he really does regret being so drunk the other night that he missed an opportunity to touch you.
he barely remembers making out, but he knows it was good, he could feel it afterwards on his lips.
this is what he's been wanting. he wants to take his time with you.
"do you feel okay?" you ask.
"i mean, your head. your hangover--"
"i'm fine." he's not going to miss out on having sex with you because of a headache.
"are you sure you wanna do this? cause, you know, we don't have to."
"i know." but it's like an itch. your body craves his. you can't leave here without it.
Ryan presses his hand on your ribcage, and his warmth seeps through your shirt. you put your hand over his. "you did that the other night. when we were kissing."
he dips his head and kisses you, and it's like you're picking up right where you left off from last time. Nate isn't here now, like a gnat in your ear, whining and bitching---he's been so annoying lately.
Ryan pulls you to the bed, and he sits. you climb into his lap and resume kissing. his hands tangle in your hair, and both of you laugh under your breaths. you roll your hips against him and whimper.
his hand is nearly the size of your stomach as he grabs it, and you lean back. "God, you're so sexy." he sinks his mouth into your neck, leaving a hickey there.
"Nate is going to be pissed," you say, smiling.
"who gives a fuck?" he sucks harder then makes another, more obvious one, towards the front of your neck.
Ryan hopes Nate sees all these hickies.
knows that Ryan has stolen his girl right from under him.
"you're a shitty best friend," you say.
you giggle, and Ryan pulls you down so you're on the bed. he crawls over you, pulls at your hair. "you're a shitty girlfriend."
"technically, we're not dating."
he's forgotten that Nate said they aren't exclusive.
Ryan lights up. he pulls you down by the leg, which makes you squeal, and tugs at your pants.
"off, take them off," you say, and you lift your hips from the bed so Ryan can yank them down. underwear, too.
then his bottoms, both of your tops. Ryan sneaks a glance at your breasts but looks back up as though he remembers he can't check you out, you're someone else's.
you place his hand on your breast. "touch me," you say.
he stands by the side of the bed and pulls you so you're right on the edge, lying down and completely open to him. you're his doll, and you want him to use you.
Ryan turns you around so you're flat on your stomach, and he pulls your hips up against him. he jerks himself off before he guides himself into you. he takes his time, which is torture. "relax," he says. but it's hard to when it feels this good and this wrong.
he closes his eyes, focuses on the feeling of you clenched around him as he moves faster. "ah, i love this," he groans and leans over you, "i love that you're all mine."
he feels up your stomach, grabs your breasts. you back into him, slowly, and wiggle, and he nearly breaks.
"i'm not all yours," you say.
"yes, you are," he says into your skin. "i'm not sharing you with Nate anymore."
he pulls out, turns you over, and you flop back onto the bed. he crawls over you, draws his lips across your jawline, up your ear.
"Ryan, what does that mean?"
"it means, you either have sex with him or with me. but not both."
you panic. "Nate and i aren't exclusive."
"because i don't want you having sex with him.
it's the perfect response. but it's not right. "i don't know..."
"i thought you weren't exclusive."
having sex with Ryan is one thing, but to actually leave Nate for Ryan? you've been close with Nate for a while now, so used to latching onto him at parties. you imagine walking through parties with Ryan, and the image of him comes easily. you beside him, not so much. only because he's the life of the party. you're so used to the side kick, you're scared you're not a match for the main character.
"we're not..." you don't have strong feelings for Nate, but it's hard to think of letting him go, just like that.
Ryan kisses down your neck. he pulls your legs around his waist so he's pressed up against you. he's confident you're his. why would you settle for mediocre when you could have him?
he kisses down your stomach then positions himself at your entrance again and slowly pushes inside. when he's all the way in, he holds onto your hips and starts moving. for now, you can be Ryan's. later, you can deal with Nate and whatever consequences that occur.
you moan, stretching your arms above your head, and Ryan goes faster. he gets off on watching you writhe and squirm. he lifts your hips up further to get a better angle.
but he wants to be closer and crawls on top of your body, digs deeper inside you and grunts. he wants you to feel how bad he wants to keep you.
"what will you do if i go back to him?" you say.
"fucking lose my mind." he pushes into you, hard, and shivers. "please don't. please."
it's going to be impossible to face Nate after this. but maybe this is what you want.
Ryan goes faster,up your clit, which pulls out a moan from deep within you. "oh, God, you make it so good."
he pulls out and quickly puts his mouth around you, sucking. your feet jump into the air and come back down on Ryan's back.
his shoulders dig into the backs of your thighs as he forces himself inside you.
your back arches. Ryan pushes in harder, getting his face in it. when you moan, he moans back, and the vibration sends a current running through your body.
he stops, panting. "i wanted to know what you taste like."
he crawls over you and kisses your mouth.
your tongue gets buzzed off the sweet flavor of yourself. you laugh into Ryan's mouth and feel him smile. he pushes himself back into you and rolls in deep. you wrap your legs around him to keep him close, as close as possible. and then he curses under his breath, sets himself up, and pounds into you.
you make noises loud enough for the whole house to hear, but nobody is. Ryan gets off on it, trying to get you to be louder and louder. when he decided he wanted to fuck you, he knew it would be good---not as good as this.
his dick throbs inside of you. if he let go, he'd cum in a second, and it's getting closer and closer to where he can't control it, but he doesn't want to slow down because this pace makes you feel good.
you gasp and clutch onto him, any part of him you can reach. "i'm close. i'm close i'm close.
"okay, baby, ready?" Ryan needs you to cum soon because he's too close. "please, baby, please."
and it takes over you. it starts down between your legs, makes your back arch, your breasts tingle, your toes curl. you just barely hear Ryan's grunts as he pulls out of you and spills himself all over your stomach. both of you let out audible sighs when you finish, and Ryan leans over you, defeated.
Ryan nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, says into your hair, "so, what do you think, huh?"
you stare at him for a long time, and he stares back, waiting. you kiss him. "i think I can do that."
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