#natesib

he’s so beautiful it hurts

pairing: babydaddy!2hollis x fem!subbiondo!reader

warnings/tags: kinda toxic, mentions of teen pregnancy, cuss words, exes to lovers, brothers best friend (?), they kinda hate each other (KINDA!), y/n’s lowkey bipolar, avoidant behavior

timeline (ish): recital day ayeeee

in which teen parents turned co-parents, y/n and hollis, juggle a four-year-old, passive-aggressive texts, and the fact that this was not in the five-year plan.

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an: the cliffhanger of doom

nettspend x fem celebrity nail tech

summary: nettspend sees a girl who seemingly knows all his friends. he thought she was pretty, asked about her, and found out she did nails for half the underground scene and more celebs. one appointment turns into a lot more.

smau + text fic

osamason

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osamason love this girl fr happy 19th @y/nusername

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mollysantana

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mollysantana my fav nail techs bday 🎂🎂

user: aw y/n is so cute

user: she is two apples tall

user: what do i need to do to get my nails done by her

↳ user: i’m pretty sure she doesn’t just do celebs nails but she is always booked </3

↳ user: fuck dudeeeeeee

user: you both are so tea wth

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xaviersobased it’s y/ns day today

y/nusername: omg u did me so dirtyy

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user: she’s lwk chopped

↳ user: one bad angle btw

↳ user: sub 5 talking

user: mama y papa

↳ user: WTFF? y/n is literally hannahs nail tech and they are friends??

user: who is this girl everyone keeps posting

↳ user: the queen

↳ user: deadass who is she?

↳ user: she is a celebrity nail tech but she just has connections and is friends with a lot of ppl who are ug rappers

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smokedope2016 posted on his story

GUNNERS POV

Y/N POV

GUNNER POV

taglist: @ibelieveinfairyz

wc: 4.3k | lowercase intentional | first fic

tags: 2hollis, 2hollis fanfic, boyliife, smut, 2hollisxreader, dom! hollis, sub! reader, fan! reader, alcohol and cigarette use

this is my first fic here and my first time ever writing smut pls be kind (,,>﹏<,,)

in which you go to a 2hollis show alone, and end up seeing a lot more of 2hollis than you bargained for when his friends convince you to go to the afterparty.

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the air was cold as you stood in line outside the venue, pretending to text someone on your phone. you debated just leaving, you were probably the only person hanging around without a friend by your side - the price to pay for going to a show alone. but you wanted to meet him so badly, it felt worth it. the tank top and miniskirt you had on didn’t provide much warmth, the cheap fur leg warmers doing the bare minimum. the warmth of the bodies behind you helped a little, but you were still shivering slightly as the minutes ticked past. ten, twenty, thirty. almost forty minutes of standing outside, and finally, finally, the doors opened.

conceal and nate were in the front, bounding past the fans with matching grins, stopping for a few photos on the way. it wasn’t as long as they usually stayed, and that made you nervous for hollis. luckily, you were at the front, but you weren’t the first person he’d walk past. you didn’t know what you’d do if he skipped you - all that time waiting, the small white tiger keychain clutched in your hand to give him - all for nothing. so no. he had to stop; he had to.

your hand grazed ryan’s, nate being on the otherside of the path and missing you. before you knew it they were gone, and walking out from the doors was roman. he moved slightly slower, stopping more, taking more photos. he held your hand as he passed, but you were too focused on hollis to ask him to stop. jonah walked by without really stopping at all. then, just like that, the doors opened for the final time. one security guard in front, one behind, and in between - hollis. he was still shirtless, sweating, and you could tell he’d made a quick attempt to tame his hair - not that it went very well for him. the wind immediately messed it up again, but of course he still looked perfect. he grinned as he approached the fans, holding up two peace signs as usual. it was as if he was moving in slow motion.

he reached the first few fans, taking him time to interact with each one, making every individual feel seen and heard. you started trembling again, though not from the cold. before you had time to prepare yourself he was right there in front of you.

“hi, i got you this!” you said nervously, holding out the keychain with a shaky hand. he immediately smiled warmly at you, looking as though you were handing him a million dollars. he took his time to inspect the keychain, holding it to his heart for a moment before sliding it in his pocket.

“it’s beautiful, thank you, i love you. what’s your name?” he asked softly, pulling you in for a hug.

“y/n,” you replied shakily, in shock. sure, he was taking his time with people. but he hadn’t hugged anyone like that, and he said he loved you, and he loved the tiger, and you were just oh so overwhelmed.

“that’s a beautiful name,” he grinned, “do you wanna get a picture?” he could tell how nervous you were, and he seemed to find it entertaining. he was looking at you like you were the only fan in the crowd, inspecting your facial expression, your outfit, just… you. he held out his hand for your phone, which you passed over, and he took a quick selfie, smiling into the camera and winking. you thanked him as he returned your phone, and he thanked you back for the tiger with another wink. only this time it wasn’t for the camera. then just like that, he was moving on to other fans.

for a moment you stood in shock, watching him interact with others and processing what had just happened. but then you shivered again, and you decided you’d better head home. you slowly made your way around the corner, planning to gather your thoughts away from the crowd before calling an uber. and that’s when you saw the van. a white van, blank with no branding. one sliding door was open, and two girls stood outside chatting to whoever was inside. as you got closer you could see them - the boys. roman, nate, ryan and jonah all sat around, smiling and talking with the fans. for a moment you considered passing, but you hadn’t really had the chance to interact with them when they first walked past. and since hollis came to you early on, it wasn’t that late yet… you decided that if the girls left, you’d head over.

you hung back a bit, waiting for them to leave. you shifted from foot to foot indecisively, still considering just leaving. that was when nate spotted you.

“yo, you were on the barricade right?” he called out around the other girls, gesturing for you to come closer. kind as they are, the girls said their goodbyes and left when they saw you, wanting to give you your own moment alone. though it was thoughtful, you were now left completely alone talking to four men you idolised. only slightly nerve-wracking.

“yeah, yeah i was. your set was amazing- and yours too,” you replied, complimenting him and roman. they both grinned back at you, saying their thanks. you ended up chatting to the four boys for a while, talking about the show and your favourite songs and the tour. after taking a bit to build up the courage, you eventually asked for a photo, which roman offered to take. you leaned into the centre and he snapped a few pictures - then asked if he could look at them. of course you agreed, but when he opened your camera roll he saw some of the photos you took during the show as well.

“damn these are fire… yo, look at this!” he held your phone out to the other three, showing a photo from when they joined hollis on stage for jeans. it was a great photo in fairness - the lighting hit them perfectly, illuminating their faces and blurring the background so they looked almost ethereal.

“can you airdrop me this? i wanna post it bro it’s fire,” roman asked, pulling out his own phone and switching airdrop on.

“yeah of course!” you replied, blushing. no way you were planning to leave just twenty minutes ago, and now roman was about to post your photo on his instagram.

“do you have any more?” ryan asked after you sent the photo over, also in awe at the picture. without thinking, you handed over your phone, and all four boys gathered around it scrolling through your videos and photos. each one picked out a couple they especially liked, giving you more compliments. by now you were fully red - especially whenever jonah would pipe up, him complimenting your video of tell me saying its the best he’s seen from a fan. ryan and nate both sent themselves a couple of photos, saying they also wanted to post them. it was impossible for you to wrap your head around, but they acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. just as ryan handed your phone back, a burly security guard walked over.

“alright, hollis is headed back. we’re leaving now.” he said gruffly, climbing into the driver’s seat. you stepped back, ready to say goodbye and head home. as soon as you did, ryan reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“we’re having afters, come with us!” he suggested, as if you were a lifelong friend and not some random fan. you were shocked - and it definitely showed on your face. you balked at him, stuttering for a second.

“wh- what?” you looked between each one of the four boys as they nodded, all agreeing with ryan.

“it’ll be fun,” jonah reassured, and for some reason him being the one to say it calmed you. he had always seemed like the most rational in the group, so if he agreed it must be a good idea. without really being present in your body, you found yourself nodding. the four all squished together, leaving a gap between jonah and nate for you. with a guiding hand from nate, you climbed in, and he slid the door shut.

“hollis will ride in the front,” he explained, watching as your brow furrowed.

“is he not gonna like, be freaked out or something? do you usually kidnap fans?” you joked, but you were serious about the first question. the idea of hollis himself getting back to his van and seeing you sitting there… what had you gotten yourself into? the boys laughed quietly, shaking their heads.

“it’s not exactly common, no. but he won’t mind. he mentioned you back stage - said the girl in the centre was cute,” roman says casually, but the way he eyes you for your reaction tells you he knew exactly what he was saying. hollis thought you were cute…? your face immediately turned beet red, but you didn’t have time to reply before the passenger door opened.

“yo, we got company.” ryan taps hollis on his shoulder, gesturing towards you. you awkwardly wave, whispering “hi” under your breath. it was meant to come out confidently, but he was so close and he smelt so good and it was taking everything you had not to melt into a puddle.

“oh, hey. you’re that chick from front row yeah?” hollis asked, only turning back to glance at you for a second before staring at the road. the van took off as he spoke, to who-knows-where, giving you no chance to escape. at least it meant hollis couldn’t kick you out either.

“um yeah, i hope you don’t mind me crashing i kinda got roped into it-“ he cut you off with a headshake, brushing it off completely.

“nah, it’s cool. i’m getting sick of the same crowd anyway.” he said smoothly, his voice low. he glanced up and locked eyes with you in the tiny mirror above him, his gaze so intense it made you weak.

“as long as it’s okay,” you said quietly with a tiny smile, the only thing you could manage. you were usually the loud and confident type, but how could you be confident in the presence of someone like him?

“holli, you gotta see her photos. they’re insane!” ryan encouraged, gesturing for you to pass your phone up. hollis looked at you in the mirror again, raising his eyebrow just the tiniest fraction, silently admitting he was curious. you handed your phone over, gulping slightly out of nerves for hollis himself to be judging your photos. he scrolled silently for what felt like forever before passing it back to you.

“yeah, they’re good.”

“that’s it?” you asked, before even thinking about it. you immediately regretted it, not meaning to be rude, but it was too late. he laughed at you, a slight chuckle, before turning in his seat to look at you properly.

“i apologise. your photos are amazing. that better?” he asked, his voice that same silky smooth tone as earlier. not that you were actually mad, but he had the kind of look on his face that made you forgive him instantly anyway.

“yeah… yeah, that’s better. thanks.” you smiled at him cheekily, testing the waters with a bit of banter. he received it well, laughing again before having some kind of realisation.

“wait, what’s your name again? gotta get you on the list before we pull up,” he asks, pulling up his manager’s number.

“oh, it’s y/n y/l/n,” you answered, spelling it out for him. he tilted his phone towards you to double check before hitting send on the message.

“pretty name,” he said quietly, and it felt different this time, like he meant it. you almost thought you imagined it. if it weren’t for the way he looked at you before he turned around, you might have believed you did.

the rest of the car ride was filled with roman and conceal play fighting, and quiet discussions between jonah and hollis about music related things that went right over your head. you didn’t mind, taking the time to sort the better videos from the weaker ones in your camera roll, posting a couple on your instagram. in no time at all you had arrived at the hotel.

one by one you poured out of the van, nate helping you step out safely with a hand. hollis walked in front, then the boys, while you trailed awkwardly at the back. regret was beginning to set in - it sounded fun in theory, but who did you know here? it dawned on you that you would probably be spending the whole night alone, awkwardly. but it was too late now.

“yo, y/n,” hollis suddenly called, stopping the whole group and turning around. you looked up, half expecting him to tell you to fuck off.

“you gotta sign an nda apparently. since, y’know, no one knows you.” he said bluntly, and your heart almost broke if it weren’t for the mirth in his eyes. you were quickly realising he was a very difficult person to read when he wanted to be, and he seemed to enjoy confusing you. never letting you know how he felt about you. but maybe he was just like that behind the love-for-everyone persona. he passed over his phone, explaining how the digital signature worked and talking you through the agreement. you only skimmed over it - who would you tell anyway - and signed all the correct lines. when his manager approved it, he continued walking through the hotel. only this time, by your side.

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later, you were a couple drinks down and finally starting to relax. to their credit, ryan and nate had been checking up on you through the night. you ended up having some good chats, getting to know them and telling them more about yourself. they both had girlfriends back in LA, but neither came on the tour. roman had a girlfriend too, but she was actually here so he was preoccupied. jonah too, though his girlfriend was busy on her own tour, he was taking the time to chat with some of his actual friends. and hollis… hollis was like a fairy, floating about the rooftop from person to person, group to group, blessing them with his presence for a couple of minutes before moving on. he was the perfect host. except you could swear you felt his eyes on you more often than not, and you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it.

you were standing with ryan, who was explaining his go to drink order.

“it sounds weird, but gin and apple juice is like the best combo. you can literally pour 50/50 and you still won’t taste the gin - plus it’s delicious. here, try it!” he pressed a plastic cup into your hand with entirely too much gin than you were comfortable with; you didn’t believe him for a second. just as you took your first sip (which to his credit, didn’t taste like gin at all), hollis appeared. he’d come by earlier briefly, and it was fine, but this felt different. more intense. charged.

“hi. how are you finding the party?” he asked you, his voice low and his eye contact strong. ryan had slipped away as hollis arrived, as if he knew he was there for you only.

“um, yeah it’s nice. i’m having fun,” you answered awkwardly, avoiding his eyes. you couldn’t understand what it was about him that always made you freeze up like a middle schooler - the other boys were beautiful and famous too, but you could talk to them like you’d been lifelong friends. it was something about his presence, it was so commanding; you had no choice but to cower.

he reached a hand out and gently tilted your face towards him, so you couldn’t avoid eye contact anymore.

“do you smoke?” he asked out of nowhere, but his smooth voice made it seem completely normal.

“sometimes, i guess. socially,” you answered, face flushing under his gaze. he dropped his hand, moving to hold yours instead. without speaking, he led you through the crowd with all the grace and fluidity of the most powerful person in a room. before you knew it you were in a secluded corner, two low couches and a tiny table with an ashtray and a lamp on it the only things to be seen. he sat down, gesturing for you to sit next to him before pulling two cigarettes from his pocket.

he lit yours first, handing it to you before he lit his own. for a moment he didn’t say anything, just took a long drag and gazed down at the city.

“you gave me that keychain didn’t you?” he suddenly asked, turning to face you; studying you.

“yeah, that was me,” you answered simply, unsure why he was mentioning it.

“it was real cute,” he paused for a moment, “like you.” he finished, quieter. he was looking right at you, and it really felt like he wasn’t just looking but seeing you. you felt certain he could recite your favourite colour, your favourite songs, your childhood heroes and your future aspirations just from looking at you. his stare felt like he was seeing your bare soul, not just your physical body.

“you think?” you asked softly, though you knew the answer. he spoke so intentionally, so genuinely, you knew he wasn’t lying.

“i think you’re beautiful,” he said back, and he meant it. he shifted closer to you on the couch, brushing a hair out of your face. “when you came to my show, did you expect you’d end up here?” he asked.

“no, of course not.” you answered easily. “this was… i couldn’t have even dreamt this. i still don’t really believe i’m here.” you spoke honestly. he laughed softly.

“i’m surprised. you seemed so confident during the show, and when you gave me that keychain. where’d all that confidence go, huh?” he tilted his head slightly, moving even closer. he was close enough now that you could feel his warm breath on your face, smell the cigarette on his lips. you bit your lip, words failing you.

“don’t have an answer?” he pressed, glancing between your eyes and your lips. all you could do was shake your head the tiniest bit, dumbfounded by his proximity. he’d rendered you not only speechless but thoughtless, your head completely empty. all your brainpower went to memorising this - memorising him. his scent, his skin, his eyes. the way his stare warmed you from the outside in and his words from the inside out. you didn’t even realise he was leaning closer until his lips were on yours - soft at first, but as soon as you relaxed into it he pressed harder. you lost yourself in him, forgetting all about who you were - where you were - only concerned with kissing him. he pulled you into his lap, crushing his half finished cigarette into the ashtray behind you.

after making out for a while, you paused to catch your breath. it was like he’d cast a spell on you, you felt like you were swimming in molasses the way the whole world moved slower, warmer. for a second, when you pulled back and just looked at him, reality hit again. you shivered from the cold, felt your mouth dry up from the alcohol and smoke. hollis noticed, immediately reaching out to comb his hand through your hair.

“you cold?” he asked gently. you nodded, and he rubbed his hands up and down your upper arms, warming you. “wanna go inside?” you nodded again, feeling yourself lose consciousness again. the two of you stood up and again he led you through the crowd like he was orpheus and it was his one mission in life to get you through safely. his eurydice. you almost laughed at the ridiculousness - you were just a random groupie. you had to remember that. but it was hard when he looked back at you to make sure you were still safe, still following. gone, you thought. that’s what you would’ve been if you were eurydice. but luckily, you weren’t, and you got to step out on the other end into a short hallway, with only one door at the end. the penthouse suite, of course.

hollis led you inside, walking straight to the bed where he sat on the edge, gesturing for you to come stand between his legs. you took your place, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. this is where you were meant to be; sliding onto hollis’s lap as he pulled you in for a kiss. it quickly escalated, and he tugged lightly at the hem of your shirt, asking for permission before slipping it off over your head.

he placed sloppy kisses down your neck, over your chest, eliciting soft moans from you each time. he smirked at the sound, grazing his thumb over your nipple lightly, making you moan even louder. you needed it, you needed him, more than anything in your life. you found yourself grinding against him subconsciously, your body overpowering your mind in desperation. he noticed, of course, gripping your hips with his hands to still you. you groaned frustratedly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“please hollis, i need you,” you begged softly, writhing against him, chasing any friction you could get.

“ask again,” he said, holding you even tighter to stop you. he was looking at you more intensely than ever, his pupils blown wide with lust as his hard cock pressed into your leg.

“please, please fuck me hollis. i need it so bad, please,” you begged, sounding more and more desperate with every word. he groaned at the sound, pressing you against him and making you moan with the pressure you were so desperate for. he crashed his lips against yours, hard and messy, as he pushed your skirt up. his hand found you through your panties, rubbing gentle circles against you, eliciting louder moans and whimpers than before. you bit his shoulder to stifle yourself, the pain making him groan into your ear.

you grinded against his hand, chasing your release as he moved. as you got closer, he slipped his hand under the fabric, pressing one, then two, fingers inside of you, pumping hard and fast. you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. he added his thumb, rubbing your clit and adding to the stimulation. you were getting closer and closer to release, and he could tell. you body begun to shake, your walls clenching violently around his fingers. just before you came, he pulled them out, giving you a total loss.

“what the fuck?” you whined, desperate for release.

“i want you to cum on my cock,” he mumbled, already using one hand to unbutton his jeans. the idea immediately made you feel better, the thought of his dick inside you making the wait worth it. he lifted his hips and tugged down his jeans and boxers all in one go, his hard dick springing out. of course he was huge, you weren’t surprised. but it was bigger than you’d ever taken before, which made you nervous. her noticed your reaction, smiling sympathetically.

“it’s okay baby, you can take it,” he reassured, holding his hand out for you to spit on. you did without hesitation, and he quickly rubbed it along his length before lining himself up with you. “you ready?” he asked. you nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “i need a yes, love,” he asked again. you manage to choke out the word, your desperation overwhelming you so much it was hard to form words. as soon as he had verbal confirmation, he pushed in. he moved slowly so you had time to adjust, holding one of your hands, pressing it into the sheets, and holding your hip with the other. once he bottomed out, he stilled for a moment so you could get used to it, before slowly dragging himself out. it was pleasure like you’d never felt before, he fit perfectly. he moved sorely at first, but as you adjusted her moved faster, rougher, until he was slamming into you.

as you got closer he flipped you to be under him, hitting a new angle that grazed your g spot with every stroke. “i’m so- so close,” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

“good girl, cum for me. that’s it,” he said, his voice gravelly and desperate. you could tell he was close too, his words taking you over the edge as you spilled onto him. as you tightened around him, you moans filling his ears like music, he pulled out, finishing on your chest soon after.

after resting for a moment, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and stood up to grab a towel from the bathroom. he cleaned you both up, then pulled you into him to cuddle.

“that was so good,” you whispered to him, your naked bodies pressed together. you didn’t care if it was cringe, he deserved to hear it. he grinned at it eyes, gripping you tighter.

“you were so good baby,” he replied quietly. you began to drift off, the warmth from his body and the exhaustion from the sex combining until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. the last thing you remember before falling asleep was him kissing your forehead again and brushing your hair back.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : being hollis’s bestfriend comes with alot of challenges. but your definition of challenges is very different, the challenges are you dealing with conceal (ryan) the boy you dread to see everytime you hang out with hollis. but things can change in due time.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: alc mentions , weed mentions, smut, p in v, text messages, etc

(who ever has been here since this fic i love u so bad. came sooo far! love u lovey enjoy)

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you smile watching sirena take your phone and pose for the camera

you turn your head back to your vanity fixing your hair up putting rods in it to stay put until later

you then stand up walking to your kitchen to pour glasses of wine for the two of you saying “i really hope tonight goes well, did i ever tell you about me and nate?” you look up at sirena handing her the glass of wine

she shakes her head “no but hollis mentioned it to me since he was over that night you texted, what happened?” she sets the glass down taking off her coat putting it on your bed

you sit on the counter in front of her chair taking a deep sigh holding your glass “basically me and ryan got into a really bad argument, as you know. but nate was texting before hand warning me about him; i went over afterwards and we talked but it was cool vibes.”

“i feel like there’s a but y/n” sirena says manspreading sipping the wine you gave her

“sighhh i got drunk and just wanted some physical touch so… me and nate kissed and did things. we didn’t have sex though” you take a sip of wine waiting for her reaction

sirena smiles and shakes her head “and what things?” she looks up from her glass

you take a deep breath “he might’ve fingered me really good and sucked on my tits like he was my son” you cover your face up with your knees in embarrassment

sirena jaw drops as you tell her this information “no fucking way y/n! have you spoken to nate since then?”

you raise your head shaking your head groaning “and he’s supposed to be djing for my party tonight”

“everything will be fine if you don’t act awkward you know?”

“yeah i know, also i need some help with my outfit” you say taking your glass and wine bottle to your room

“coming mama” sirena follows you with her glass into your room to help you for tonight

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8:34pm

hollis and ryan arrived about 15 minutes ago to help you set up for your party

after setting up you began to make drinks and clean up around the house picking up loose clothes and heels

“fuck we need more alcohol” you groan mixing the bowl of mixed alcohol and juice dancing a bit to the songs hollis played to relax everyone

“we can go pick it up” sirena says standing up hitting hollis on the chest giving him a hint

“huh? oh yeah how much” hollis stands up stretching

“about 5 more bottles…. and more cups, i invited half of my instagram followers” you then pour shots into the solo cups labeled with everyone’s name

“can’t leave without taking a shot though” you add smiling holding up your cup

ryan walks over standing behind you grabbing your waist holding his cup by you

sirena and hollis join the two of you before you all down the shot together

“that was fucking horrible” you gag a bit sitting your cup down turning around to kiss ryan passionately

“yeah but at least it won’t be bad later, we’ll be right back” hollis says grabbing sirena’s hand walking out of the front door

you pull back looking into ryan’s eyes “who pissed in your cereal earlier?”

“the man that wants you is coming to dj at your party y/n, it’s aggravating” ryan looks at you his grip on you tightening

“i like you in jealousy, it’s cute. but you promised you’d behave tonight ryan.” you say to him fixing his shirt and beanie

“i am behaving baby” you can tell that the shots are finally hitting him the way his eyes look dazed

“you feeling them huh?” you giggle before kissing him softly again your hands around his waistband

“mmmhmm” he replies leaving mumbled kisses on your neck

you moan softly holding his neck “ryan..”

“shhh” ryan pulls back to look at you for a bit before pulling down his sweats

you watch him smiling biting your nail, you then join him pulling down your shorts leaving yourself in laced red velvet panties

“gosh your beautiful baby” he then turns you around bending you over the sink stepping out of his sweats

he leaves a slap mark on your ass groping you a bit earning whines from you

“please ryan” you grind against his fabric bulge making ryan bite his lip

“of course baby, hold onto something” he says sliding down your panties sliding his fingers between your wet slit

“i missed you so much ryan” you moan out bending over more looking back at him with seductive eyes

he smiles at you before kissing down your back teasing your folds with his dick “how bad?”

“so fucking bad, please” you whimper still looking at him grinding your hips back

he hums in satisfaction sliding his dick inside you slowly moaning out “fuck you feel so good” he starts slowly looking down at his dick coating with your juices

you gasp gripping the counter dropping your head down “fuck ryan”

“yeah? i missed you too baby” he begins picking up his speed snapping his hips to your ass gripping it

“fuck yes faster” you moan out loudly

ryan growls gripping your hair to pull you deeper “mmmhmm, let me hear you more” he slides his hand to your neck

you hold his wrist rolling your eyes back feeling his dick hit your spot repeatedly “right there ryan”

“yeah baby?” he chuckles releasing his grip from you to bend you over once more holding your hips close pounding into you

“fuck ryan ugh i’m gonna cum”

“cum on my dick baby, it’s your day” ryan whispers in your ear slowing down his movements

you two hear nothing but wet noises and faint music that hollis left on

you breathe heavily as your legs begin to give out “im cumming!” you gasp out throwing your head back your eyes roll back as well

ryan moans finishing with you as well pulling out to coat your back tattoo “so fucking sexy baby, stay right there”

you moan catching your breath and nodding your head finally opening your eyes

ryan comes back with a warm napkin wiping the cum off of your back giggling “you have fun?” he discards the napkin pulling up his boxers and sweats

“yes ryan, you never fail to satisfy me” you pull up your panties and shorts turning around looking at him

flustered. chest still heaving

“thank you, they’ll be more later” he kisses your nose before pouring himself another drink

you giggle doing the same sipping it “still fucking gross”

your door then rings and you turn your head towards it walking to it looking through the peephole

nate.

your heart races opening it “hey nate” you give him a soft smile

he nods “hey, happy birthday” he walks inside with his computer and headphones turning his head seeing ryan

they both look at each other without speaking

“ren and hollis should be back soon, went to go get more alcohol” you speak up closing the door behind nate

“cool. im just gonna get myself together, can i have a drink?” nate says setting his computer by the booth

“help yourself, everyone is on their way. i have to go get ready” you say letting your hair out of the pins

“can you two please behave, for me?” you add with a slight tone

“yeah sure” nate chuckles pouring himself a drink taking a sip

“thank you, enjoy yourselves”

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11:40pm

the party begin to grow more and more as time progressed, which you were happy about

everyone was dancing and having the best time

you were behind the booth with nate posing for some pictures but keeping your distance since ryan had been eyeing you all night

you take your last photo with nate before leaving the booth to grab another drink seeing your friends around the alcohol as well

“what is up my sisters” you scream an twirl (the liquor hit you hours ago)

“hey baby happy fucking birthday” one of your friends say to you hugging you tightly

“thank you mama! and thank you guys so much for coming”

“you know we’ll never miss this” your other friend says to you

“yeah” you take a sip of your drink

“ryan is lowkey ruining my mood, because of nate” you say leaning on one of your friends

“who gives a shit it’s your day, just go enjoy yourself. i think i just saw ian walk in? i have GOT to go” your friend disappears into the crowd

you laugh watching his and finish conversing with your friends before taking some photos with them

you see ryan walk over dragging you onto the dance floor “dance with me?” ryan slurs to you holding you closely

you smile dancing with him seeing nate clench his jaw at the sight of you two dancing closely

you ignore him continuing to enjoy your night

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4:45am

“byeeee guys i hope you had fun” you say bye to your last guest leaning on ryan

you were wasted. and you knew it.

ryan closes the door holding you up “come on let’s go lay down”

“fineee, my head hurtsss” you slowly walk to your room

you magically plop on your bed trying to stay awake

ryan takes off your heels and unzips your dress slowly “did you have fun tonight?”

you nod mumbling something but ryan could barely hear you

“right mhm” he then flips you over walking to your bathroom to grab your makeup wipes & advil

“did you have fun?” you say sitting up a bit your head spinning immediately

“yeah baby lay back down” he gets into bed to wipe your makeup off slowly taking his time

you stay quiet enjoying being catered by him smiling softly

he kisses your forehead

after taking off your makeup he then takes off your jewelry putting it back where it belongs going to grab a bottle of water

“here, then you can go to bed” he squats beside you handing you the medicine and water

you take it slowly sticking out your tongue afterwards “mmdone” you the lay down passing out

ryan watches you smiling to himself standing up and covering up your body “happy birthday cutie”

he then closes your door walking into your living room to clean up

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the end <2

a/n: you thought it was over? hah.

(thx to wife & dani 4 messages)