#ryan conceal

conceal x fem reader

contains: reader dislikes ryan, slow burn,tight space,smut, dry humping, ‘public’ sex etc NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: making camping fics bc my trip is most def not making it out. POSTING cause im not gonna post for a bit..

this was such an bad idea. why did you after to this?

it was Hollis idea to go camping for a weekend. him, sirena, Roman, Sara. Nate couldn’t go everyone voted for Ryan to come but you.

you’ve all been planning this night for too long to cancel it.

so Ryan came, too.

not that he wants to go either. he takes his time getting his things and loading them in Hollis’s car early in the morning. you had a long drive up through Los Angeles, and you were running late, of course. he glowered at all of you mostly at Hollis and Roman then dropped into the seat beside you and shuts the car door.

he leaps out of the car as soon as it comes to a stop at the beach.

everyone chooses spots to set up their tents.

Sara and Roman would share one, Hollis and Sirena would share one you don’t know how that happened then, as far as you know, Ryan has his own tent, and you have yours.

Ryan’s tent is surprisingly smaller than everyone else’s, even your own. when Roman and Hollis see it, they hide their laughs behind their arms. when Ryan notices the difference, his shoulders slump. no one says anything. it’s light out, so everyone walks down to the water.

you’re all out there until late, after the noisy,drunk guys who’d been shouting for the last three hours, have gone to bed. you all trudge back to your tents, your feet covered in water and sand. you’re highly aware of Ryan behind you; his breath, his footsteps.

“uh oh,” Sirena says, and she turns around.

when you look at your tent, not only has it collapsed, but it has a huge hole in it.

everyone looks at you, waiting.

Sirena looks at Ryan then back at you.

then back at Ryan, who notices. for just a moment, you make eye contact. he ducks his head.

everyone knows, but no one wants to say it.

“it’s either that,” Sirena says, “or he sleeps with one of the guys.”

so it’s settled. Ryan and you would share a tent tonight. maybe tomorrow, you could buy a new one at a local store. neither of you guys say anything about it.

again, you’re surprised when Ryan doesn’t climb into the tent but instead stays out by the fire with everyone else. he doesn’t offer anything to the conversation, just sits there, scowling, with the golden fire light against his face.

Hollis and Sirena go to bed first. they seem all giggly and touchy as they leave. it’s even quieter than before. Sara states into the fire with wide,brown eyes. Roman is still eating s’mores, although everyone else had finished a while ago.

“i’m gonna go to bed,” you say.

Ryan looks up at you, and it’s then you realize you’d been staring at him. he gives you the most subtle nod.

“goodnight,” Sara says to your back.

“night,” Roman says, in a far off tone.

you slip out of your shoes, climb in, and zip it up so no bugs slip in. earlier, you’d taken your things out from your collapsed tent and set them inside on the right side of Ryan’s tent. your sleeping bags are touching.

since you’d been by the fire for over an hour, you’d gotten used to the warmth. now that you’re in the dark of your tent, under a tree, and you’ve pulled your socks off, the cold surrounds you. it chills you to the bone, making you shiver.

you lie on your side but whip your head up when the zipper flies upwards. Ryan climbs in, clumsily. you curl your legs up as he nearly collapses on top of you. he crawls onto his side. his skin scratches against his sleeping bag material. his foot bumps you as he gets under his cover.

he probably thinks he was smooth, and that you're fast asleep. thinking this, it keeps you awake even more, staring up at the pointed top of the tent. you'd never admit it out loud, but you're glad you don't have to sleep alone.

you shiver. "it's fucking freezing."

Ryan turns his head to you. thankfully, it's dark. "you're cold?"

"you're not?"

"What are you wearing?" he whispers.

you click your tongue.

"no, not like that," he says. "i mean, maybe you're not layered enough."

you roll onto your side so your back is to him. "i'm freezing even inside this stupid sleeping bag and under a blanket."

Ryan shifts behind you. a moment later, he drapes his blanket over your body. the gesture is soothing, like your sinking into a soft mattress. like, suddenly, the ground beneath you, which is barely cushioned under your sleeping bag, is flat and comfortable.

his scent fills your nose and rushes to your head like a shot of dopamine. it would be so easy to turn and curl yourself into his body.

"one thing that helps," he says, "is body heat."

the thought makes your body flutter.

"we're already in this tent together." your teeth chatter faster when you talk.

Ryan sounds perfectly content. and smug.

"seriously. how do you think humans used to stay warm when they lived in caves?"

"Ryan." you're struggling to breath and speak. "if you want to feel me up, just ask."

"okay," he says. "can I feel you up?"

"no."

"oh, come on. you're cold."

"i'm fine," you snap, but it feels like your fingers are about to fall off.

Ryan is quiet for a moment. a huge shiver runs through your body, like being buried in snow. he waits, and he waits.

there's no way you'll be able to fall asleep like this.

"fine," you say. "but only because i'm really cold."

you can feel Ryan's smile as he rolls over and wraps his body around yours. instead of cringing, you melt into him. he is warm.

it's like dunking yourself in a hot cup of coffee. you shut your eyes and let your breathing steady.

never had someone's breath on the back of your neck do so much to your body all at once. it wakes up every part of you.

"i'm warmer," you say.

he nuzzles his face against your neck, and you freeze in his embrace. it feels good to have someone so close, so invasive, so warm. his breath is louder, and it runs down your bare back.

"this would be so much easier if you were naked," he says.

your teeth chatter. "no. that is not what this is."

you move your leg so it's in between both of his. he wraps his leg around yours and pulls it closer to him, like he's taking back a toy you'd stolen. "are you sure?" he whispers.

you lean your ass into his crotch, which he presses against you. he hooks his fingers around your hipbone from behind to pin you there. he's hard. his mouth comes down on the back of your neck. he pulls your hair up. each kiss is wet and warm, and it's like a bullet reverberating down your spine every time.

when you squirm, you don't go anywhere because he's holding you so tightly. both of your breaths grow heavy and rapid.

until you realize what's happening.

you shove his hand away. "stop."

"let me," he says.

you don't really want to reject him, but it's better not to get into it with him.

"please." his chin rests on your shoulder.

you roll your shoulder into him. "what is wrong with you? your job is to keep me warm."

his voice is soft, innocent, like a kid's. "i promise you'll be a lot warmer if you get undressed." he clutches your waist and rolls his hips against you, slowly.

you whimper, despite yourself.

he reaches down between your legs and clutches you upwards. he massages your clit, slowly, with his breath right on the sweet spot of your neck. "shh," he says. he grabs your waist and begins rolling his hips into you. you reach back and clutch his hip.

"let me feel you." he says it a few times, but you don't tell him what he wants to hear. he holds you down harder, and you're still telling yourself not to let this actually go anywhere.

"no, we can't," you whine.

"you feel so good." he sweeps your hair back so he can see your face. he drags his lips up your neck.

"you're making it really hard to say no."

"that's okay," he says.

you slide your hand between your bodies and grab his erection. Ryan shudders as you massage him over his sweatpants. the better you make him feel, the deeper he rubs your clit, and both of you fight whimpering.

you pull your hands away and lean away from him. he stops. "what's the matter?" he says. "are you cold?"

"no." but both of your nipples are hard. "i just can't do that."

he squeezes your arm. "do what?"

he's teasing you. you shrug him off, and he moves back to his side of the tent. it's quiet for a minute, both of you breathing. your body is still tingling from moments ago, like a car engine cooling down.

"if we do it, they're gonna hear," you say.

Ryan moves around behind you. his voice is a whisper, but it's close. "they're probably expecting it."

you give him a look he doesn't see---that is not true... is it? you roll onto your back, and he's right there. he smells like sunscreen and the salty ocean. you graze your hand against his cheek. "promise you'll be as quiet as possible."

he nods, and you melt into him. even your lips smacking together is loud enough for them to hear. "shh," you say, but you keep kissing. he slides his hands up under your shirt, and goosebumps rise all over your body. you breathe in as much of him as you can. he welcomes you into his lap where you roll your hips---he's still hard.

instead of moaning, Ryan breathes into your mouth. he locks you in place on his cock with his hands on your waist and helps guide you against him.

you lean back, and he goes with you. his mouth moves down between your breasts until your shirt won't allow it. you take it off, even though it's cold. Ryan's mouth comes down around one nipple, then the other. you wrap your legs around his waist.

he lowers his voice. "can i get inside you?"

your clit throbs in response. he claws his nails against your skin to get you out of your underwear. then you both frantically undo his pants and push them down, just enough for him to spring out. all of you turns into a puddle.

someone from another tent whispers something. you stop, and both you and Ryan listen. somebody is up, which means they can probably hear you.

Ryan tells you to lie on your side like you did before. he lifts your leg up and guides himself into you. you fight back moaning, but little whimpers escape. "you're doing really good." he gently pecks the base of your neck, here, and there... and there. he goes slow but gets in deep until you cripple.

"shh."

he thrusts into you like he's trying to get himself off. normally, it would bother you, but the closer he gets, the less he keeps it together, and it's fun to feel him struggle.

he grunts and curses, pounds you three times, then slows, then does it again.

now, Ryan isn't bothering to keep quiet.

you'd remind him of everyone who can hear, but you're too close.

Ryan keeps you against his body with his arm across your front. he's too strong too strong to fight as you wriggle in his embrace.

his hips jerk. he lets out a strangled,

"shittt," as he pulls out and releases on your ass, under the covers. you moan at the feel of his cum and cripple forward. Ryan pushes himself back inside of you as another stream pours out. he reaches around your front and rubs your clit so you cry out in explosive pleasure. until you're begging him under your breath.

finally, he peels himself away. both of your heavy breaths fill up the tent as you lie on your backs.

"are you warm now?" Ryan asks.

"i'm fucking sweating." you fan yourself with your hand. when you look over at Ryan, he's got a smug smile on his face. you shove him. "please. that was a ruse to get into my pants."

"and you fell for it."

"i knew the whole time."

"oh. so you wanted to have sex with me."

caught.

that's embarrassing.

"whatever," you say.

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conceal x fem reader

contains: fluff, smut (p in v) no protection dom!ryan

“Fuck Ryan.” you whimpered in his ear as he pounded into you. One of your hands around the back of his neck, bringing his head as close to yours as possible, while your other hand is on his back, gripping on for dear life, leaving marks upon marks “You make me feel so good”

Ryans mouth is slacked open when he felt you tightening around him, your third orgasm of the night approaching. He was resting on his forearms, which were resting on either side of your head.

With your faces being so close together, there would be a sloppy meeting of your lips every so often, teeth clashing as you both practically tried to devour each other. But neither of you seemed to mind, too caught up in each other to even notice half of the time.

Ryan was just about to reciprocate the words you had told him, but he was stopped before he could even open his mouth by the sound of his phone ringing. He groaned, pausing briefly as he looked over at the phone resting on the nightstand.

He groans again, louder this time, swiftly reaching over to decline the call before his attention returns to you. This time he's pounding into you even harder, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall after each of his thrusts.

“Who was it?” you struggled to get out due to the abundance of pleasure he was giving you, but with the amount of frustration that was clearly coursing through his veins, you had a slight idea about who it was “It was her, wasn't it?”

Ryan rested his head against yours, only being able to nod before he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out breathy moans into your ear.

His ex had been calling him every couple of days for about a week, begging him to take her back. his response was the same every time, telling her that he would never be getting back with her, especially after their relationship was so toxic. But she clearly struggled to get the message he was sending her. You had told him just to block her number, but he knew that she would always find a way to contact him no matter what, so he didn't really see the point.

You were just about to forget about what had happened, the feeling that he was giving you clouding your mind when your body shuddered in orgasm, your third of the night. but the shaking of your legs was quickly interrupted by the ring of Ryans phone yet again.

Your legs that were wrapped around his waist tightened and the hand you had around his neck gripped harder, your eyes darkening. You didn't know if it was because you were just denied the full experience of an orgasm, or that you were just feeling a little risky, but you whispered

“Answer it.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide as he looked down at you, shocked that you would ever say anything like that. But you could see him process what you had just said, and he came to the conclusion that he enjoyed the idea, just as much as you were clearly about to. He reached over, this time accepting the call, placing the phone on the pillow next to your head so she would be able to hear you.

You could hear her saying "Ryan." down the line, a soft giggle leaving your mouth, knowing that what she was about to hear would send her into an absolute frenzy.

“Turn around.” Ryan commanded, not even giving you any time to respond before he's on his knees flipping you over. He pulls your hips up towards his, leaving you to rest on your forearms on the bed in front of you.

Before entering you, he leans down pressing a feather light kiss to each of your ass cheeks, sending goosebumps across you skin. He's leaning down even further, pressing another kiss, to your pussy this time, licking a slow strip from your clit to your entrance. He eats your pussy as if it's his last meal, immediately making your legs shake.

At first you're biting your lip and grip the bed sheets, nervous that Ryans ex could hear everything that was happening, second guessing your decision to let her listen. But Ryan realised that you were being much quieter than you usually were, as eating you out usually brought the most noise out of your mouth.

“Moan for me baby” his voice vibrated against your heat, making you whimper “Good girl, let her listen to how good i make you feel.”

That's all the encouragement you really needed, letting out moan after moan, as his tongue stroked up and down your swollen pussy.

“Please Ryan, i need you inside me” he could tell by the sound of your voice that you were close to your fourth orgasm of the night, so he wasted to time in guiding his throbbing cock into you, bottoming out before he almost pulls all the way out again, just to slam into you. in creating the same rhythm he had earlier, you were struggling to hold yourself up any longer, letting your arms give out as you flopped onto the bed.

Ryan gripped your ass hard, watching as his dick disappeared inside of you time after time

“That's it, Baby. You're taking me so well, so much better than anyone else has before.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness, knowing that the woman who was begging for him back was hearing every single thing.

“Fuck” Ryan whimpered out, his thrusts becoming inconsistent “i'm going to cum y/n”

“Cum inside me Ryan” your hips were thrusting back lazily to meet his, your high building up inside you. it wasn't long before you felt the familiar feeling of his cum dripping into you as your own high took over your body, leaving you collapsed on the bed.

Ryan gently laid himself down on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to each other's, both of your chests heaving after the tiresome events of the night.

“Looks like she hung up” Ryan laughs, turning his phone off, placing it back on the nightstand, rolling off of your body to lay beside you.

You turn your body to look at him, hand coming up to caress his cheek before you press a soft kiss onto his lips. “You made me feel so good today baby, but i don't think i'm going to be able to walk for a while”

He smiles at you, his hooded eyes taking in each of your features, thinking that you were still the most beautiful girl in the world, even if he had just fucked you into oblivion. “You were amazing, too as always. But you're going to have to get up, we need to clean up”

“But i don't want to, i'm too comfy” you could feel your eyes getting heavy, as you snuggled closer to Ryan.

He peppered kisses all over your face, leaving a beaming smile on your face “i'll run you a bath, how does that sound?”

you opened one eye, looking into his beautiful ones. “Will you join me?”

“Of course i will. Now let's get you cleaned up, baby”

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conceal x brat reader

contains: car sex dom!ryan (p in v) slut shamming, no protection

a/n: ryan 3 apples tall who he feeling like, julie helped also so yall better go support her and read her fics. (ill drop a hollis fic too..11pm on the dot.) @takiimuncher

Ryan's nails dug into your skin, making you bite your lip trying not to whimper but deep down you enjoyed how you had him on edged it always turned into rough sex, his knuckles turning white as he sped along the roads.

"Ryan, I'm sorry," you say in a small whiny voice, apologizing for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

All he did was shake his head and clench his jaw as he accelerated even more and it wasn't long before you started to get excited on how this night will end.

His nails dug deeper into your skin as he drove angrily. you let out a shaky breath,

"Ryan, you're hurting me." you said annoyed as the pain was hitting you now and for the first time he looked at you, removing his hand from your thigh and placing both hands on the steering wheel before looking back to the road.

"Please, Ryan. Let's just talk im sorry for acting like a brat and flirting with that guy i didn’t mean to  ." And after you say this, he actually slows the car down before pulling over to a empty parking lot.

He looked at you, his eyes gleaming with anger, then he looked you up and down, a hungry look engulfed his eyes as he looked at you. "Get in the back." He ordered.

You did as told and climbed into the back of his car as did he. Ryan took the seat next to you before patting his lap, signalling for you to sit on him and so you did.

You climbed onto his lap and looked him straight in the eyes, his pupils heavily dilated.

"You ever wanna flirt with another guy again, you just remember tonight, okay baby? You're gonna be begging me to stop." Was all he said, before smashing his lips into yours grabbing a fist of your hair.

you kissed him back immediately, his hands let your hair go and slowly made their way to your hips. He pulled away harshly, "Take this slutty little dress off."

you pull your short dress over your head and as soon as it's off, Ryan immediately goes to unclip your bra, before taking it off and throwing it somewhere.

He leans back in, kissing you harshly as he was before, he cups your boob in one hand, the other rocking you over his lap.

 He pinches your nipple, making you moan into the kiss and you feel his lips curve into a smirk for a second. He flicks his finger over your nipple a few times, before massaging your breast.

Ryan removes his hand from your hip and slides it under your panties, "Fuck you're soaked," He said as he pulled away for a second. Without waring, he shoves two fingers into your entrance making you almost scream into his mouth, his rings scraping against your walls.

He curls his fingers, reaching the spot deep inside you that no one else ever has. "Ry.." you pant, pulling away from the kiss, and leaning your head into his chest, moaning uncontrollably. He scissors, spreading you open. Your hands reach for his shoulders as, you grip onto him, grinding down on his fingers unconsciously.

Ryan lets out a dark chuckle, "So needy for me, huh?" you feel yourself getting close as you clench around him and as he feels you clench, he shoves a third finger in and you let out a loud moan, almost screaming at this point.

"Ryan!" you moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His thumb begins rubbing deep circles into your clit, bringing you closer to your edge. you let out a tired moan, as you release over his fingers, coating them in your cum.

Ryan rips his fingers out of you, your cum dripping onto his pants. "Good girl, let go all over my fingers." He pushes your stomach slightly, and you straighten your back, looking at him, still catching your breath.

"Now, you're gonna suck my fingers dry and taste your cum like the whore you are." He says, before shoving his fingers into your mouth and you suck off your salty cum.

Once you're done, you reach for Ryans shirt, and tug on it.

He pulls it over his head, revealing his sexy, toned abs.

He begins unbuckling his pants, pulling off his belt and throwing it across the car, before pulling his pants down, revealing his hard-on, covered by his hollywood dick boxers.

He pulls down his boxers, his long dick dripping with pre-cum. Before thinking, you reach down to his cock and begin stroking his shaft, rubbing your thumb along his slit, his veins bulging. He throws his head back,

"Fuck." He says in a raspy voice.

Ryan straightens up, "Move your hands, princess."

you remove your hands and Ryan pushes your panties to the side, not taking them fully off.

you frown, looking down at him, "You wanna act like a slut, you get fucked like one too, baby." He said, before thrusting into you, making you throw your head back, a moan escaping your lips, the car windows fogging up.

"Ry." you pant, his dick pumping into you at a fast pace.

He bucks his hips, feeling like he's reached your pelvis, making you moan out, loud.

you clenched around him, your breath short.

Ryan grunts, "Fuck, your pussy was made for me. So tight for me, like a slut."

you moan, grinding on him, slightly lifting up and dropping back down each time, bouncing on his dick. He grabs your head, pulling you down to kiss him, his hands tangled in your hair. you bring your hands to his head, tugging on his hair.

He brings one hand down, playing with your tit, squeezing and massaging it roughly. He thrusts into you, hard and fast making you moan out.

you feel yourself get closer to the edge, again and you clench tighter around him, letting him know and he brings his hand down to your core, pinching your clit and rubbing circles into it, still fucking into you fast.

"You think that fucking guy could fuck you like this? Like I do?"

"n-no," you moan out.

He bucks his hips once, hitting your g-spot and pushing you over your edge as you release, you pull away, panting, as he helps you ride out your high.

After you rode out your high, you began feeling overly sensitive, as he continued to pump into you. "Ry.. I can't take it."

"Shut up, slut."

you moan weakly, his dick still hard inside you, as he thrusts into me you feel myself reach your high again as you orgasm loudly, "Ryan!" your vision going blurry.

Ryas dick, pulses inside you, and you know he's about to come. His hot cum fills you up as he thrusts into you.

you whimper, your pussy throbbing, a tear rolling down your cheek. Ryan's quick to swipe away your tear, "Don't cry baby," He says, a slightly apologetic look on his face,

"One more time and we're done, okay princess?"

you nod, as he continues to fuck you, both liquids squelching, his dick still hard. you grip his shoulders, for stability, feeling so weak.

He grabbed your hips, bouncing you on his cock, grinding you on his lap, your legs feeling numb.

"Good job, baby, I'm almost there." He grunts, as he bucks his hips a few times, before you both release, one last time.

After he rides you both out of your guys's highs he lets go of your hips, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears,

"You okay, love? I'm sorry." he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

He picks you off his lap, pulling up his pants and placing you on the seat next to him, the mixture of both cums spilling out of your sore pussy onto the car seats.

He picks up his shirt, pulling it over you, placing a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead, "Well done, princess. You're the only girl who makes me feel like that. Best pussy ever."

you weakly smile at him.

"I love you, my sweet girl." He says, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I love you too, Ry" you say, leaning your head on his

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𝜗𝜚- ryan 𐙚- nate 𝜗᭪- both

𝜗𝜚 Ryan loves teasing you

𐙚 Morning sex with Nate

𝜗𝜚 riding him

𐙚 fucking from behind

𝜗𝜚 playing with your pussy

𐙚 dryhumping

𝜗𝜚 what he sends his ex

𐙚 wet doggy

𝜗𝜚 fucking in the pool

𐙚 size kink

𝜗𝜚 making you squirt for the first time

𐙚 titty sucking

𝜗᭪ threesome

conceal x fem reader

contains: weed,’fighting’,smut,in front of nate & roman,unprotected sex (p in v),oral, (f receives)

a/n: he’s so fucking slut (i’m crine who’s ryan short ass feeling like)

a cloud of smoke hangs in the room, the only window opened to let it out. the stench of alcohol fills your nostrils all around, like it’s stuck in the carpet.

there are some other people there, most of them you don’t know. Ryan’s best friends, Nate and Roman, linger near the desk, talking and sharing a joint with red eyes. you’ve just finished your third cup of beer but only feel slightly buzzed.

“hey,” you say to Nate and Roman. they look over. “wanna give me a hit?”

the joints burn between Nate’s fingers.

you can practically see his last two brain cells trying their hardest to comprehend your question. “uh, yeah,” he says.

he hands it over, and you take in with a smile. after you take a hit, you say to them, “neither of you have a date?”

“she left,” Nate says.

Roman shook his head. he’s more bombed than Nate.

“yeah, why’s that?”

Nate shrugs. “she said she had to be up early tomorrow—“ he rolls his eyes— “whatever that means.”

you fake pout. “there are plenty of other girls here..”

he leans closer and smiles at you. “are you offering?”

before you can answer, his gaze moves beyond you. behind you, Ryan stands in the doorway and looks between you and his two best friends. his eyes darken.

“hey,man,” Nate says, straightening up.

Ryan walks in, pulls the joint from your fingers, and takes a long draw. since the one hit you took already kicked in, buzzing in your veins, you stare at his lips around the end, and his boney, boyish fingers. you’ve had Ryan to yourself a hundred times already, but right now, you’d give anything to be that joint.

“i didn’t know you were coming,” you say.

he hands the joint off to Nate. “i decided to last minute.”

“whys that?”

“because i knew you’d be here,” he says.

you roll your eyes. “bullshit.” but you from smile ear to ear, and already high himself, Ryan breaks into a grin. “Nate, give me another hit.”

he huffs like he doesn’t want to share his weed anymore, but he hands it over. you and Ryan lock eyes as you draw in a puff and let it out through your nose. “are you serious?” you ask him, about him coming for you.

he lifts a shoulder then drops it. that’s his answer.

you frown and turn to his friends. “Nate.” you bat your eyes at him. “since you don’t have a girlfriend—would you fuck me?”

“i’d fuck you even if i did have a girlfriend,” he says.

“doesn’t mean you’re going to,” Ryan says.

both of you ignore him. to Nate, you say, “you’d come to this party for me, wouldn’t you?”

“baby, i’d go anywhere for you.” by now, it’s very obvious that he’s faded— his eyes are nearly shut, and his words slur together like too much ink from a pen.

“y/n,” Ryan says through his clenched teeth.

again, you ignore him and lean in towards Nate. “and you know what? i’d let you.”

Nate grins. “let me what— follow you or fuck you?”

“both.”

while he lets out a loud, "wooo," Ryan growls beside you. you can feel the anger emanating from his body, inches away.

to Roman, Nate says, energetically, "yo, i’m gonna fuckkk tonight, i’m gonna get-"

"no. you’re not," Ryan says, firmly.

his friends' faces drop, but you smile wide.

Ryan is jealous, and when he gets jealous, he can't hide it. "you lay a fucking hand.."

Ryan stops before he completely gives himself--and you--away. no one is supposed to know that the two of you sometimes fuck. but it's not like Ryan is your boyfriend. you haven't even had that conversation.

you step closer to Nate, a zing of electricity shooting through you, like you can feel the moment Ryan snaps inside. you press a hand on Nate’s chest. quietly, you say to him, "you can if you want."

his face is like a child's when excited, like he can't believe what he's hearing. he slides a hand on your lower back and pulls you in.

even though you've never been attracted to Nate it's always, always been Ryan you let him kiss you. and you kiss him back until you're making out.

Ryan comes at Nate, grabs two fistfuls of his shirt, and shoves him back. Nate staggers nearly halfway across the room.

only a few people pause their conversation to look. usally, no one cares about a little commotion at a party.

"what the hell, man?" Nate’s eyes are wide.

Ryan breathes heavily. His hands are clenched. you grab his shoulder. "Ryan."

he violently shrugs you off, staring daggers at Nate.

"what the fuck is your problem? what, is she your girlfriend?" he fixes his rumpled shirt.

"no," you say, and you reach for Ryan again, with both hands this time. to try and calm him down, you lean into his ear and lower your voice. "don’t be jealous."

"you’re not fucking him."

"what?" You sound like bambi. "you don't want Nate to join?"

Ryan turns his body to you and ducks his head. "just you and me." he pulls you in, clawing at your shirt, and presses his forehead against yours. "please."

"did you come here for me?"

he nods.

"you wanna fuck me?"

"i would love to fuck you," Nate says.

Ryan opens his mouth to snap at him, but you say, "Ry. leave it."

but he starts to protest, anyway.

"leave it," you tell him again. you pull him in by the loop on his jeans. "it’s okay."

"i’ll kill him if he lays a hand on you-"

"shh." you move your hand down the side of his face. he helps you onto the desk, and you wrap your legs around his body. "i want you," you whisper.

Ryan groans only so you can hear.

"are you horny?" you ask.

he nods. you reach between your bodies and cup Ryan’s erection. he’s ready to be inside of you.

"you can do whatever you want to me."

he groans louder and presses himself into you.

"right here, right now."

Ryan slides his hand under your dress and pushes your dress up. he curls his finger around the inside of your underwear where you're already wet for him. you let out a breathy moan in his ear, and he undoes his jeans.

"let me fuck you," he says.

you pull him out and slowly move your hand up and down his cock. his eyes flutter shut. he gives in to you.

Nate and Roman have started talking to each other somewhere off in the corner of the room. nobody pays attention as you help Ryan guide himself into you, under the fabric of your dress. he digs his fingertips into your hips and pushes all the way in, which makes you gasp.

you clutch onto him, grabbing at his hair.

your mouth opens, but any noise is stuck in your throat.

Ryan’s breath is shaky in your ear as he subtly pushes in and out of you. still, everyone else is in their own world. even if they did notice, you're too wound up on him to care.

he twirls your hair around his hand and pulls on it so your head tilts backwards.

tears spring to your eyes, and you let out a whimper. "that feels so good," you tell him.

"yeah?" he pants against your jawline, his breath hot.

Ryan presses his palms on the desk and leans into you to get deeper.

"God, i wanna fuck you so hard," he says.

you want him to fuck you so hard. but even for the two of you, who would fuck pretty much anywhere, any time, this is not the place to do that.

you push his hair back as he throbs inside of you. his mouth comes around yours, hard and aggressive. you kiss him back with the same fervor but want more. "kick everybody out," you say.

Ryan looks at everyone over his shoulder.

"yo," he shouts, and they all stop talking to stare at him. "everyone--out. Now."

they listen immediately. even though this isn't Ryans house, or Ryans party.

it’s Nate’s, who steps up with a furrowed brow. "hey, man, what the hell? you can't just tell them to-"

Ryan cuts a glare at Nate, who stops talking like he'd seen a ghost. "you wanna stay, fine," Ryan says. "but shut the fuck up."

Nate mumbles something but goes back to Roman. Ryan grabs you tighter then starts fucking you again. slowly, at first like he's starting up. but as soon as you lean back on the desk and relax, he pounds into you.

his friends finally notice. "yoo," Roman says. "you horny motherfuckers."

Ryan leans over you and kisses down your chest, between your breasts. he curls his fingers around the top of your dress and pulls it down so one of your breasts is exposed. he grabs it and sucks on your hardened nipple.

"mm, oh my God," you moan. he keeps moving inside of you as he swirls his tongue around your nipple.

he kisses down your stomach, pushes your dress up, pulls your underwear down, and teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

your back arches like a twig snapping. you clutch his shoulders, but it only makes him push into you harder.

"Goddamn," Nate said.

"this is better than porn," Roman added.

"Ry," you cry. every time he hits the right spot, you want to fight it, but he holds you too tight. "Oh God, Ryan, im gonna-" words get caught. your heels dig into his back, and right there in front of his friends, you pour out into his mouth, crying and shaking. it’s torture.

he cleans you up with his tongue then pulls back with dark pink, swollen lips and messy hair. your body collapses against the desk, but he's over you again. "my turn," he says.

Ryan pushes himself inside of you again and groans. "you’re doing so good," he says, running his hand up your thigh. "you’re gonna let me do what i want, yeah?"

you nod. even though you just came, your walls tighten around him, ready to cum again.

his voice is so soft. "i’m the only one you do this for. you don't come for anybody else, you don't fuck anyone else. right?"

again, you nod, too close to give a verbal answer.

Ryan goes faster and pants. he pins your hips down so you don't move--you take every hit as far as he can go. it feels better each time, and each time, you cry out louder and louder until you're sure people downstairs can hear, even with the music blasting.

seconds later, Ryan makes a choking sound then shakes and stills inside of you. "oh, shittt." slowly, he pulls out, and both of your cum leaks out. luckily, your dress covers up the scene from Nate and Roman, who are still watching but are quiet now, in shock.

Ryan pulls you up because every one of your limbs feels like rubber. he smiles, both of you out of breath, and kisses you.

"mmm, i’m so happy you came to the party," you say.

"yeah?" he tucks your hair behind your ear and grazes his thumb across your cheek. "i came here just for you."

Nate clears his throat. "uh, can i... get in on-"

"get the fuck out of here," Ryan snaps.

Nate and Roman scurry out of the room.

you giggle, kissing Ryan. "you’re such an asshole."

he grins from ear-to-ear. "i’m a good fuck because of it."

conceal x fem reader x nate sib

contains: situationship w/nate,drunk!ryan,smut,hair pulling,oral (p in v) (f receiving)

a/n: don’t come for me..

pt3

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-“

“i don’t care.”

“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.”

he smiles. “you on top?”

“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.

“y/n, what the fuck?”

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.

"Nate isn't here."

"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..."

Ryan makes you say it.

"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 wanted to hook up."

you pause, and then you nod.

"yeah," he says, stretching his arms, "i was pissed at myself for falling asleep."

"you were drunk."

"and horny."

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."

"okay."

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."

he raises an eyebrow.

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 me."

you nod.

he raises his brows.

"with you."

he waits.

"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.

"yeah, fine."

"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.

"we're not that close."

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.

"please," you whimper.

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."

"what?"

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."

"doesn't matter."

"but, then why does it-"

"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?

"just say okay."

"okay."

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."

"i make it easy, huh?"

"yes."

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."

"mmm."

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?"

"about what?"

"leaving Nate for me."

you stare at him for a long time, and he stares back, waiting. you kiss him. "i think I can do that."

conceal x fem reader

contains: sub!ryan,mommy kink, smut, teasing, whining, unprotected sex, (p in v) oral, (m receives) don’t like? don’t read

a/n: made this when i was geeked… will be a pt2.

this one hitting close to home 😸

pt2

another friday night, another party in La. one of Ryan’s friends is hosting the party. you don’t know him that well, or half the people here. you came anyway because one you were really in the mood get drunk, two you were hoping a certain someone would show up.

you drink beer, which tastes absolutely shit, while you dance with a few of your friends. it’s fun, but you continuously scan the crowd until you find him standing across the room against the wall talking to some guy.

everything in you lights up, “hold up, i’ll be back,” you say to your friends. then you push through everyone until you get to him.

when he sees you, he smirks, which sends an exciting thrill up and down your spine.

you and Ryan aren’t dating but in the last several months, you’ve been hooking up. in secret. in secret, because if your friends found out, they would flip out, and you really don’t want to deal with any of their bullshit.

he’s talking to someone, but you interrupt, grabbing his free hand with both of yours.

his eyebrows raise at you. he looks so good. maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you want him so badly.

you nod at him to come with you. then Ryan glances at everyone else before letting you take him by the hand and guide him up the stairs to one of the empty rooms.

the moment you kick the door shut, you break into a smile. Ryan smiles back as you slink towards him. "i really wanna fuck you," you say, drunkenly.

he’s a foot taller than you so when you slide your hands up his chest, he has to look down at you. you love that you're shorter than him. his smile grows wider. "i really wanna fuck you, too." he runs his hands up the sides of your body.

you giggle, pulling him around and pushing him down on the bed. then you pin your knees on either sides of his thighs, and he slides his hands around your bare legs. with one hand, he lifts your dress and begins kissing above your thong, moving down to your inner thighs.

his fingers curl around your thong, but you stop him. "eh. you’re not doing anything this time."

he looks up you, smirking, with a sparkle in his eyes. keeping eye contact with him, you undo his belt and his pants. then you pull him out and start jerking him off. Ryan closes his eyes, tilting his head back, and moans.

you push his shoulder so he lies back on the bed. then you pull your hair aside and bob your head back and forth on his cock. Ryan moans louder. you kitty-lick his tip suddenly, and he jerks. "oh, fuck!" he shouts.

you pull away, smiling. he lifts his head to look at you. "what are you doing?"

once he's hard enough, you pull your thong aside and gently guide yourself down on him. Ryan’s hands grab at your hips as you slowly begin to grind on him. "mmm, holy shit," he whispers.

"i’ve been thinking about this dick all night."

his eyes are still shut as he holds onto you.

"mmm, mommy," he whimpers.

the knot in your pussy tightens at Ryan’s name for you. you move faster, leaning over his torso. Ryan rubs his hand up and down your bare thigh. "yeah, you like that? you like when i put my pussy on your dick?"

"yeah," he whimpers.

you go faster, your hair falling over his face, and he bites his bottom lip. a minute later, Ryan arches his back. "go faster, please," he begs.

you sit up right and start bouncing up and down. Ryan moans loudly then sits up, his hands on your ass. he scoots you both closer to the edge of the bed then leans forward, helping you to bounce more. he watches your breasts as they also bounce in your dress, licking his lips with hunger.

you rake your hands through his hair and pull his face into your chest. he kisses your exposed cleavage while you throw your head back. your thighs burn, but Ryan’s dick feel so good as he breathes against you, his mouth hanging open.

as you lean even farther back, Ryan grabs onto your sides and kisses down your stomach. you moan in response then come back up and push him back down on the bed. he flops against the mattress from the force of your strength.

you run your hands up his stomach and chest, grinding deep on him. "mommy," he breathes, bucking his hips up. "fuck, i’m gonna cum."

you grab his jaw with your hand. "not yet, baby boy."

Ryan lets out a long, frustrated groan and starts to sit up again, but you shove him back.

"fuuuck," he cries. "please."

"shut. the fuck. up."

he whimpers.

you let out a satisfied laugh and sweep your hair up from around your shoulders. it turns you on seeing Ryan Demma so submissive underneath you. you feel yourself coming close, Ryan’s large, boyish hands squeezing your thighs, hips, and ass.

finally, you close your eyes and cry out as you get closer and closer to cumming. Ryan sits up this time, guiding you up and down on his dick.

"oh, God," he chokes. he cups your face and kisses you, his tongue brushing against yours. "fuck."

"you gonna cum, baby?"

"yeah," he whispers.

"tell me when."

Ryan wraps an arm around you. "now! i'm gonna cum now. oh, fuck" despite his grip on you, you leap off of him, but he doesn't cum.

he groans in agonizing pain. "what the fuck? why would you do that? i was just about to-"

you smile and move between his legs. you tilt his head up and kiss him while you reach down and slowly stroke his dick. "i told you not yet."

Ryan's mouth opens and he shudders as you stroke faster and harder. "oh my God. mm." he presses his forehead against your stomach and rests his hands on your ass.

"please," he whispers.

you let go. "nope, not yet." then you climb back on top of him and slide yourself back down. Ryan lets out a loud groan. this time, you immediately start bouncing up and down as fast as you can until Ryan grunts so loud, anyone in the hall could hear.

"you gonna cum for me now?"

"yes. yes, mommy," he whimpers.

"okay, baby, you can--"

Ryan cries out, his liquid exploding inside of you. under you, his legs spazz. the feeling of his cum makes you reach your orgasm.

the pleasure is so insurmountable, you lift up, almost unable to take it, but Ryan holds you back down, making you.

he moans as he comes down. both of your breaths are ragged, and when you're both finished, you kiss sloppily, your mouths open and tongues hungry. you slide your hand down between you to pull him out of you. Ryan looks down and watches as you climb off of him, getting down on your knees, and wrap your hand around his base.

"what are you doing?" he asks, breathlessly.

Instead of answering, you swirl your tongue around his cock, licking up yours and his cum. Ryan is still sensitive so he jerks forward, grabbing on tightly to the edge of the bed. you laugh, pulling away.

"oh my God, fuck." he bends over to collect himself for a moment. then he sits up and puts himself away.

"that was fun." you pull your hair up and wipe the sweat from the back of your neck.

"you’re calling me mommy now?"

Ryan groans. "i think my dick is broken." he reaches out and pulls you into him by the waist. his eyes fall to your cleavage, and he kisses between your breasts.

you wrap your arms around him, giggling, and you both fall onto the bed with you on top of him.

you kiss a few more times before you say, "maybe we should go back to the party."

"or maybe we should have sex again."

"you gonna call me mommy again?" you tease.

he smiles mischievously. "if you fuck me like that again,yeah."

you’re at your house friday night by yourself munching on popcorn and watching mindless TV when your phone lights up beside you. at first, you almost don't pick it up. even if it's your friends or family, they can wait for a response. you’re enjoying your alone time right now and don't feel like talking to anyone.

but something pursuades you to check anyway, and to your surprise, it's a text from Ryan.

come over, is all he says. then a minute later, he says, i'm horny as fuck.

you already feel a pulse in your pussy. after last time at that party when Ryan called you mommy because you were the dominant one, you've been wanting to have sex with him again. now is your chance. be there in twenty, you respond.

you’re in the car when he texts back, saying, fuck i can't wait.

when you pull up to Ryan’s, you notice Roman’s and Nate’s cars in the driveway. they’re here? and Ryan invited you over for sex? you hate running into Ryan’s friends, simply because they’re annoying and it's not like you and Ryan are dating, so they'll probably know what you're doing there.

nevertheless, you text Ryan that you're here.

he meets you at the front door, checks to make sure Roman and Nate are not watching, and guides you upstairs. "you invited me over with your friends here?" you hiss.

he shuts his door. "yeah, we'll just have to be quiet."

"you couldn't have waited until they were gone?"

Ryan shakes his head, sliding his hands onto your waist. "i could've just thought about you and done it myself, but i wanted the real thing."

you smile. Ryan guides you backwards onto his bed and begins kissing your neck. when you remember how good it felt for him to be under your control, though, you switch your positions, curling your leg around his waist and flip him over. he smiles up at you, feeling up your bare thighs.

"your turn again?" he says.

"yup."

"is this how it's gonna be from now on?"

truthfully, you want to hear him call you mommy again. you had no idea how hot it was until it came from his mouth, the way he whimpered it like he couldn't take what you were doing to him. just the thought of it makes your knees weak.

"i think you should just shut up and enjoy whatever it is I decide to do to you."

Ryan cracks a smile as you undo his pants and pull both his boxers and jeans down, but only just enough for his dick to be exposed. "take off your shirt," you order.

you want to see his toned chest and abs, it only turns you on more.

Ryan does as told, quickly tossing his T-shirt to the end of the bed. meanwhile, you yank your thong and shorts down and climb back on top of him. Ryan licks his lips at the sight of your pussy. his hand reaches out to rub your clit, but you grab both of his wrists and pin them above his head. "you’re not doing shit," you say.

he smiles.

you stroke his dick until he's completely hard, which doesn't take long. then Ryan watches as you slowly slide down on him, gasping as you adjust to his length. you kiss down his torso as you begin grinding on him. you take your time, which emits soft moans from Ryan, who closes his eyes, as if to try and focus on feeling every inch of you around him.

"oh, God damn it, you feel so good," he breathes, arching his back.

"this is just the beginning, baby."

you pick up the pace, bouncing up and down on his dick. Ryan must want to see your breasts bounce because he reaches forward and takes your top off. you didn't wear a bra-- you weren't wearing one when he texted you. his hands slide down and squeeze your breasts while you throw your head back, your hair tickling your bare back. then Ryan moves his hands down your stomach, feeling your curves, and squeezes your thighs. he watches his dick go in and out of you until it makes him groan.

"your fucking friends are gonna hear," you say.

Ryan doesn't listen, though, and continues to let out an even bigger, longer moan. then he sits up, grabbing you around the waist so he has complete control over you, and guides you up and down on his dick. every time he hits your G-spot, he grunts and you whimper.

he lies back down a minute later. you lean over him, your hair falling in his face. you lean over him, your hair falling in his face. you go faster now, rubbing your own clit while all Ryan can do is take what you're doing to him. "mm, Mommy, don't stop," he begs.

your walls clench around him in response.

you go slower, squeezing your thighs as you move up and down on his dick. Ryan watches as you play with your own breasts.

he starts to sit up, but you press your palms against his chest and move your hips so fast, it makes the bed rattle. Ryan throws his head back with his eyes shut tight, straining back a loud moan.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers, breathing out heavy, shaky breaths.

you lean over him once again and kiss him with an open mouth. his tongue brushes against yours. you cup his face with your hands and grind deep on him so the bedsprings squeak. Ryan’s hand gently presses against the back of your head, your kisses becoming passionate and needy. he’s already inside of you in two places, but you want him closer.

then, to your surprise, he grabs a chunk of your hair, which makes you cry out. to get back at him, you move your hips as fast as you can. his hand drops back to your thigh.

he grabs on tightly, bucking his hips up into you over and over. "shittt. i’m gonna cum soon," he says.

you rub your clit again with your eyes shut.

you know Ryan is watching, yearning to pleasure you the way you're pleasuring both him and yourself. he knows you won't let him, though. to turn him on more, you start moaning with every thrust. Ryan’s fingers dig into your thighs until it actually hurts you, which only motivates you to keep going. you throw your head back and let out loud grunts as Ryan feels up your breasts, your stomach, your clit and your legs, holding back moans.

now you bounce up and down as hard as you can so his tip hits your G- spot. Ryan lifts his head and says through clenched teeth, "ohh, mommy, mommy, mommy. fuuuck, i can't." he grabs on tight to you, and you laugh, just before he forcefully pulls you down over him so your hands land on the bed on either side of his head. you cry out in surprise. he grabs your ass and cums inside of you without warning.

you watch as his face scrunches up, feeling his warm cum spread inside of you.

you keep grinding on him, which makes him weak. "ah! no, no, no, you have to stop."

"i haven't came yet," you tell him.

Ryan bucks his hips up, letting out a shaky breath. "mommy, please."

you smile. "please, what?"

"please cum," he begs.

"you want me to cum for you?"

"yeah," he whimpers.

you rub your own clit again and close your eyes. just after a minute, your walls begin to clench and unclench around him, which turns him into a whimpering mess. then, just like that, you let go, pouring all around him. Ryan lets out a long, strained moan.

"oh, fuck," he breathes. "i’m gonna cum again."

you hop off of him and replace your pussy with your mouth. Ryan is sensitive so he cries out.

"shittt, shit, shit, shit. fuck, that feels so good."

you moan as you lick off both of your cum.

it doesn't take very long at all for Ryan to cum again. it seems like he's forgotten that his friends is around in the house because he shouts out, "OH, FUCK!" just as he explodes inside of your mouth.

his moans are strained. his cum surprises you, and you cough a bit as Ryan smooths your hair down, catching his breath. "that was so fucking good.”

"how the hell am i gonna get out of here now?"

"you could stay over," he suggests.

you almost laugh. you? sleeping over here? at Ryan’s? "uhh, no. i don't think so."

he frowns. "why not?"

"i mean, whats next? you gonna ask me out on a date?"

he's quiet.

you stand up and start putting your shirt on. "i'll figure something out."

"we could have sex again."

you stick your bottom lip out at him. "aw, Ry. don't worry, i'll be back eventually, i'm sure. but for now, help me get out of here?"

Ryan doesn't seem very enthused, but he gets dressed and peers into the hallway. he checks left and right then waves you over.

you're as quiet as you can be going down the stairs after him. Ryan makes sure his friends isn't in the kitchen or living room where they'd be able to see you. you tell him goodbye then, quickly, rush out the door.

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