our secret (conceal x fem!reader)
synopsis: you’re in a sheer lace set for a 2hollis music video, and ryan won't stop watching you from the sidelines. nobody on set knows you guys have been hooking up in secret for a year, and three hours of intense eye contact is enough to make everything snap the second the cameras cut.
warnings: sexual content, slight angst
you sat frozen in a metal chair, staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror while three different people worked on you at once. a makeup artist named was sweeping a glossy shimmer across your cheekbones, while someone else wrestled your hair into effortless, messy waves. looking at yourself, you had to admit you looked gorgeous.
sara had introduced you to hollis a few weeks back at a party, telling him she found the absolute perfect look for his next visual, and seeing it come together now, she wasn’t lying. you were wearing a vintage, all-white lace bra and matching panties. the fabric felt incredibly delicate against your skin, sheer and completely exposed under the harsh vanity bulbs.
"stop moving your lips," the make up artist murmured, adjusting your lip gloss with a tiny brush. "hollis wants the makeup to look raw but polished. like you just woke up in a dark room." sara stepped into the frame of the mirror, leaning over your shoulder with a proud smile. roman was standing just behind her near the door, arms crossed, talking low to nate about the camera package they were using for the day.
"i told you this look would kill," sara whispered, squeezing your bare shoulder. "i feel like i'm standing in a freezer.” you muttered, looking down at the lace. it was beautiful, but it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"that’s the whole point!” hollis called out from across the warehouse floor, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. he was walking over from the monitor setup, nodding approvingly as he took in the scene. "the industrial vibe of this place against the white lace is exactly the look we’re going for.”
nate drifted over next, leaning against the edge of the vanity table and looking you over with a casual nod. "lighting is going to hit the fabric crazy when the smoke clears. they’re ready for you on the main mark." as you stood up, the sheer exposure of the outfit hit you all over again but as you walked out onto the main warehouse floor, the atmosphere changed completely. it wasn't just the production crew anymore.
sitting on a huge equipment flight case was ryan. they guy you’ve been secretly hooking up with for almost a year now.
he didn't say anything at first. he was just leaning back, looking completely relaxed but the exact second you stepped onto the concrete floor, his eyes locked onto you.
he didn't try to hide it at all.
ryan looked you up and down, his gaze crawling slowly from your ankles, up the curve of your legs, lingering on the white lace over your hips, before finally stopping to meet your eyes. he had this heavy, intense smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, his beautiful eyes openly flirty and incredibly focused under the studio lights.
a faint scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke seemed to follow him, cutting right through the smell of the fog machine.
"is it freezing in here, or is it just the tension that i’m feeling?” ryan asked, his voice low and rough. "maybe it's just the outfit.” you said, holding his stare and tilting your chin up.
"the outfit is a distraction," he murmured, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched the way you breathed. "a beautiful distraction. i don't know how hollis expects anyone to actually focus on the monitor with you standing there."
"are you distracted, ryan?"
"completely useless," he said, the smirk widening just a fraction before he took a slow drag from a vape, never breaking eye contact.
the shoot itself turned into a long, exhausting three-hour blur. the director kept changing the angles, wanting closer shots of the lace against the raw concrete, demanding more fog, more strobes. the playback track played on a loop until the lyrics were burned into your brain. through every single take, you could feel ryan’s presence.
every time hollis called a temporary cut for a lighting adjustment, you'd glance over and find ryan exactly where he was, or shifted slightly closer to the edge of the set. he didn't touch you, but his eyes were heavy, constantly scanning every inch of your exposed skin, watching the way the white fabric shifted against you whenever you moved for the lens. nate and roman would be discussing the next sequence near the playback monitor, sara would be checking the wardrobe and he would just be there, holding your gaze across the room with a quiet, deliberate promise that made your pulse skip.
when hollis finally yelled a massive "wrap!" across the warehouse, the sudden release of all that built-up tension felt like a physical snap. your skin was cold and tingling from the air conditioning and you hurried straight toward the small, private dressing room at the back of the warehouse, desperate to get into a warm robe.
the lace scratched faintly against your thighs as you walked. you pulled the heavy door shut, finally blocking out the muffled voices of the crew packing up the gear outside. you had just reached for the silk robe hanging on the rack when the door clicked open and shut behind you in one quick motion. ryan stood there, blocking the exit entirely, his back against the wood. "you're in a massive rush.” he said, his voice dropping an octave in the quiet of the room.
“i'm freezing, ryan.” you breathed, turning around to face him, the white lace stark against the dim, light of the dressing room lamps. "i can think of a few ways to fix that.” he said.
he stepped directly into your space, the sheer heat radiating off him instantly cutting through the chill of the room. he didn't ask for permission. ryan simply reached out, his long fingers cool against your bare shoulder as he hooked a finger under the thin white lace strap of your bra, pulling you an inch closer until your chest brushed against his jacket.
"do you have any idea how torturous it was to sit there and watch you move for three hours?" he asked, his dark eyes scanning your face, entirely stripped of the casual flirtatiousness from earlier.
"i didn't think you were paying that much attention.” you teased softly, though your breathing was already shallow.
"i didn't look at a single other thing in that room."
ryan gripped your waist, his large palms hot against your bare skin and lifted you effortlessly up onto the edge of the wide makeup vanity. hairbrushes, lip glosses and powder palettes scattered across the floor with a loud clatter, but neither of you cared. you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him tight into the cradle of your thighs, feeling the hard line of him through his jeans.
"the robe can wait.” he whispered against the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "i think it can.” you gasped, your fingers immediately tangling into his hair.
he brought his mouth up to yours, capturing your lips in a heavy, bruising kiss that tasted faintly of mint and pure hunger. it wasn't gentle.his tongue slid into your mouth, taking what he wanted while his hands slid down from your waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, finding the exact friction he'd been craving.
you arched your back against the vanity mirror, your nails digging hard into his shoulders through his shirt, pulling him deeper into the kiss. ryan groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips as he broke the kiss to trail his mouth down your jawline to your throat.
his hands moved up, gripping the cups of the white lace bra, pushing the delicate fabric out of the way to expose your breasts to the warm air of the room. his mouth followed, his lips and tongue hot against your nipples, sucking hard enough to make a breathless gasp tear from your throat.
ryan’s grip tightened on the delicate lace of the panties and with one heavy, impatient tug, the sheer white material tore open under the pressure of his fingers. he didn't waste a second. his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding you completely slick and ready for him. you let out a broken sound against his ear, hips arching forward into his touch as his fingers slid inside you, setting a fast, punishing rhythm that had your head rolling back against the glass.
"you're such a distraction," he growled, his voice breaking as he pulled back just enough to undo his jeans.
"shut up and finish it, ryan," you replied, your voice shaking, pulling his head back down by his hair to crush your lips against his again.
he obeyed instantly. lifting your legs slightly higher onto his shoulders, he pushed himself inside you in one deep stroke. the sudden fullness made you cry out into the quiet room, your hands clutching blindly at the fabric of his jacket as he began to move. he went fast, desperate urgency clear in every single push, his breath ragged and heavy in your ear as the vanity table creaked under the weight.
every strike felt incredibly deep, the friction building so fast it felt dizzying. you kept your eyes locked on his face, watching the way his jaw clenched, his eyes completely focused on you, entirely consumed by the movement.
you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as physically possible as the wave hit you, your body tightening around him in a intense shaking release. the feeling triggered him instantly. ryan let out a low breathless “f-fuck” against your neck, burying his face in your shoulder as he delivered a few heavy thrusts. his entire body going rigid as he came inside you, driving you both deep into the heat.
he pulled back slowly, his eyes dark and lazy as they scanned your face. his large hands slid down to your hips, gripping them one last time with a heavy, familiar pressure before he stepped out from between your thighs. he casually adjusted his jeans, his movements completely unbothered like he hadn't just completely wrecked the dressing room vanity.
you leaned back against the cool glass of the mirror, pulling the torn, useless scraps of the white lace together over your chest. your legs felt like lead, trembling slightly from the weight of the last ten minutes.
watching him, a faint smirk pulled at your lips.
"three hours of torturous waiting, and that's all i get?" ryan paused, looking up from buckling his belt. the familiar, cocky glint returned to his eyes, sharp and incredibly self-assured.
he reached over to the rack, grabbed your silk robe, and tossed it over your lap before leaning down into your space. he hooked two fingers under your chin, lifting your face up so you had to look directly into his eyes. "we've been doing this for almost a year, sweetheart," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly over your lower lip, still swollen from his kisses.
"you know damn well that was just the soundcheck. the after-party is at my place." he gave your chin a playful nudge before stepping toward the door, leaving you flushing under the warm glow of the dressing room lamps.
