Bam Margera x F!Reader & Ryan Dunn x F!Reader
Desc: You’re who Bam comes to whenever Jenn’s away, and Ryan thinks you deserve better than that.
A/n: this came to me randomly and i had to get it out… also first time writing on a laptop so format is different lol! listened to a lot of jeff buckley while writing this too
Warnings: smut (18+), angst, p in v, cheating, oral (f!receiving)
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“Pssst. C’mere Trouble!” You whisper-shouted out to Bam’s cat from your bedroom door, attempting to lure him inside. It became routine at this point for the cat to sleep in your room, after all you were the one feeding it and emptying the litter box even if Novak claimed he did it. Eventually the black and white pet wandered lazily into your room after you rattled a plastic bag of cat treats to sweeten the deal. Almost immediately after you shut the door you heard a knock from outside, another thing that became routine…
You opened the door reluctantly to find a shirtless Bam, not that him being shirtless was out of the ordinary or anything. He wore that same look you knew all too well as he pushed the door to be more ajar, allowing Trouble to run right back out.
“Hey it took me a fucking age to get him in here in the first place idiot!” You waved the bag of treats around animatedly making Bam narrow his brows.
“You keep cat treats in your room?”
You rolled your eyes. “Not the point.” Bam took this as his queue to push himself into your room despite your attempt to bar him.
“No, not tonight Bam.” You tried to avoid eye contact but he just kept pushing, closing the door behind him as you both spoke lowly.
“Come on. Jenn’s finally out of town for once.” You swallowed thickly at the mention of her name and Bam picked up on this.
“You’re not starting to feel all guilty now are you? You and Jenn don’t even like each other!”
You shot Bam a nasty look. “We like each other!’
He simply scoffed. “Oh yeah like you even speak at all.”
“Well who’s fault is that, huh?!” Bam rolled his eyes and bit his lip.
“Don’t get all mad at me tonight. Come on I know you want this.” He leaned closer to you, neck bent so your faces were close together, your breath hitching as you tried to delay the inevitable.
You folded your arms and looked him in the eyes, which certainly didn’t help. God he looks sexy when he’s needy. He wet his lips and took your wrist in his hand, leading your own down to his crotch, palm feeling the tent in his pants.
“Feel how bad I need you.”
