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𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞! 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || minding your own business enjoying your girls night at the beach, you run into an ex

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut porn with plot + backstory

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || ryan ackerman × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.2K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, jealous asshole ryan + sassy reader, hate sex: degradation, hair pulling, spanking + groping, fingering, slight handjob mention; death of an expansive ass versaces bikini

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || vroom vroom by charli xcx ღ hopscotch by tinashe ღ bmo by ari lennox

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || this was initially for @stargazingfangirl18 + @navybrat817 ShamelessHoesforChris challenge! ‘twas I that sent siri the anon asking if I could write for any other cevans character! ღ anyways, enjoy reading cherubs!

THE SUN ABOVE IS A SHINY EGG YOLK AGAINST A SOFT BLUE PALETTE OF WHITE CLOUDS.

the holy essence shimmered against the cocoa butter gloss on your lips. craving this day of lazily lounging the past few weeks to only want to lie on the golden sands and absorb the soothing warm yellow rays.

you look good

the only thought engraved in every strangers mind as you passed them. not minding to what they thought even when it benefitted your blazing ego or slashed the buttery smooth skin of your cleavage and hips they can’t keep their eyes off of.

as you walk the busy street of the music festival taking place feeling free of all stressful elements of your work place. knowing well that you got promoted from your job, you didn’t have to worry about the little things of your demanding career and today you lived in the glory of your hard work the past year.

you were finally taking off to what you worked so hard for, and as a reward from you to yourself you were going to enjoy a nice summer day at the beach with your friends.

however, from a far you are being watched.

not necessarily a hateful stare upon you but enough anger his held within Ryan’s eyes that he has to look away. feeling his face raging red

the pit of his stomach sinks in anger, regret, and jealousy

Ryan notices the man's hand you’re holding onto and the nose scrunching smile that’s spread on your lips when your special friend whispers something in your ear.

he knows he shouldn’t be talking and he has no place to speak. he knows he deserved this tormenting karma for how he treated you. he knows he doesn’t have to get closer to you but just walk away. he knows all of this yet he can’t help but stare at you in awe

you look beautiful, if it was possible you look even more beautiful than before.

when you were his and he was yours

before the first few minutes he arrived in his average four wheel vehicle he was stricken at the sight of the gleaming wax shine of your pale pink Cadillac. it was all that the people wandering the beach could see and Ryan himself knew that you were here just from that signature trademarks.

it made his palms sweaty and his stomach twist cause how long has it been since he first saw and talked to you?

it seemed you have obviously moved on to better things. walking side by side and chatting seamlessly with this stranger that’s almost foreign to him yet once he gets a closer look at this stranger his teeth clench and his mouth draws to a sharp affronted line.

Ryan comes to the conclusion that the stranger is no stranger but your assistant Mark. although it seems that he isn’t here to carry your coffee, paperwork and to kiss your ass but to actually voluntarily accompany you and your friends on a girls day out.

Ryan isn’t going to not admit that he wishes he was that close to you as your assistant of all people was. throughout your whole relationship Mark was like a pest, an unsquashable pest

it always bothered Ryan from how close he was to you, how he persisted to take up your time and attention. although you said just to leave Mark alone cause you two were profession colleagues Ryan isn’t buying the “professional” take one bit now that Mark is practically all over you

biting down on his tongue, he realizes he turned into the person he thought you would become when he broke things off with you; bitter, angry, jealous.

Ryan didn’t expect himself to go this far off when he left you six months ago but in that much time it all has been downhill. he managed to get dumped by the girl he left you for and got fired from his job to only start off three positions beneath him. struggling to get back to the heavy salary he earned before

as for you, you’re practically living the dream.

finding out from loose lips and various social connections you got promoted from your job. bought your parents a new house and yourself another car.

it’s crystal clear that you really have moved onto better and nicer things but Ryan can’t help but want to know what you’re really feeling post break up and all. he can’t help but not care for you, even when he didn’t know he had such a good thing going on till it was gone.

if you know how hard he fell ever since he left you but how he’s doing his best to pick himself up. if you know he’s here to try his best to leave you two off on a good note.

Ryan has always been a laid back person yet these past few months he hopes his emotions won’t get the best of him in this situation for once. from your position, the whole view of the ocean side. the sunkissed individuals passing was tinted in a blueish silver filter of the frameless rhinestone sunglasses that rested on the brink of your nose.

the teasing remarks of your friends trace your current thoughts, how they say that you and Mark would make the cutest couple and how your superior bossy attitude gets him a boner makes you flustered to even be standing next to him right now. your dear evil friends have scurried away to leave you and Mark alone as if the whole point of the girls night out was just to hitch you to together.

yet you know so yourself that you aren’t going to be in any relationship for a while. not even mentioning the fact you’re planning on replacing Mark for another assistant once you start your new position. sure it was going to be a not so great surprise to Mark once he gets the pink slip that he’s going to assist someone else. although he doesn’t have to know about it now as you are attempting every motive for him to know you don’t perceive him as a romantic partner.

never had and never will

his voice in your ear is getting annoying and the eagerness in invading your personal bubble you understand why Ryan hates him.

he is a pest

you bite your inner cheek from snapping at him to leave you alone, you knew yourself inviting him along wasn’t going to be good yet with Marks good looks and your friends infatuation with him you were sandwiched into accepting it. but as you two walk by the crowded street, the tiny strawberry icing donuts in your tiny paper tray that you adore drop to the floor in sheer unwarranted shock.

it seems you aren’t the only one who started their vacation to enjoy the beach and music festival...

Ryan’s face is clearly recognizable from afar even when its crowded by the suns piercing glare and the various people coming back and forth. you squint your eyes to get a closer look, Marks comment saying he’ll buy you another and telling you to wait there yet the squeeze in your stomach prevents you from answering back. the remark going to the back of your mind.

God you admit you were never good at handling break ups but you have come so far then you were just six months ago. emotionally and mentally developing into the butterfly that you are yet seeing Ryan just a few yards from you causes your heart to fastly beat.

it doesn’t help that your friends are merely a few feet openly talking to him calling you over to them. it only makes your face heat up and your teeth grit in embarrassment. wielding every bit of your own confidence and strength and carry yourself over to the small group of people forcing a smile on your face.

“y/n!” the group chimes as you enter the small circle, a mix of your friends and his. they’re all jumbled together and their curious gazes are on you as they all start asking you about your new promotion and break from your studies. you smile as you answer their concerning remarks and the conversation between them all keeps going.

yet the gaze between you and Ryan always connects with a withdrawal from either you and him, you want to ask how's he been yet you know the answers to all the questions you want to ask. finding out just a few days ago that Ryan has moved into his friends Chad’s condo. they’ve been room-mating for a few weeks now since he’s been evicted from his apartment by not paying his rent since he lost his job.

sure you feel sorry for the man, you loved him then and you still do now but the presence seems so weak since he can’t barely meet his eyes to yours without a sort of distraction. it was discouraging for your own esteem to feel your heart breaking when you moved on but the hesitating thought always lingers when he meets your gaze again.

though for someone who went through two breakups in a span of six months it didn’t let Ryan slack off on his daily visits to the gym. strong arms still possessing their muscled lineament and the hot July air doing lots to showcase the sweaty shininess that coats his abs.

biting your lip to keep you from gawking at him, preserving yourself from eyeing his tan hip bones that glisten against the pure rays of sun that surround the white clouds. not leaving the sight of the dark trail of hair going down past his lower abdomen to his…

you look away before he notices, even though he’s doing the same ogling the awkward atmosphere and situation will just leave you ignoring and not speaking to each other...

however this time he smiles, small and thin lined his eyes gloss with good will and he cocks his head to the side signaling you if you wanna talk privately. making a smile grace your face as you nod, seamlessly walking away from the little social group.

you and Ryan walk side by side managing to not let anybody notice your two’s disappearance but you both know you don’t care what anybody would think. it takes a few minutes, you two are unsure as to what to say and too hesitant to look at each other yet those peaceful minutes are spent looking over the pier.

the setting, orange soda sun and enjoying the sound of the sparkling blue waters against the gravel sand beneath the docks. standing side by side, your arms hang over the wooden pier as you breath in the salty air. not taking your eyes off the waves to keep yourself from breaking the minutes of calming silence between you and Ryan.

the distress clouding your face is clear as the sun in the summer sky, he’s nibbling his teeth on the inside of his cheek to think of what to say. what to do and his eyes go down to your lonely hand, his hands feel clamped and his heart is racing but the second before he laces your fingers with his a loud- y/n! breaks the peaceful silence.

both your heads turn to see Mark racing towards you two, you feel yourself rolling your eyes and Ryan bites the inside of his cheek in annoyance. you two anonymously share the same thought at once: this guy is the definition of a pest

“y/n they were out of donuts but I was thinking of making it up to you, how bout tomorrow right after my break we can get a coffee, just me and-“ you break Mark off.

it was one thing trying to give him a clue that you were not interested in him but it’s another that you didn’t cut the chase from the beginning.

“no, look Mark- you’re a good person, I know you are but I’m not dating anyone I work with. as a matter of fact i’m not dating anyone anytime soon-” the silence was an eerie tell for you to register his face.

broken posture as he stands in defeat, his shoulders are still straight but his eyes leave yours for a bit to stare into the depth in front of his shoes until they’re back at you. “so you just lead me on?”

there is a tinge of sadness in his voice that doesn’t make you feel guilty enough to excuse your own feelings to care for his. you feel uncomfortable talking about any status in your relationship, especially when your ex who you’re thinking you’re still in love with is standing right besides you.

“no I didn’t lead you on, you just misunderstood my simple kindness as an invitation to violate my boundaries and suite your own selfish agenda,” a second from you verbally defending yourself you’re shocked to still here Mark scoff.

the calm-temperate co-worker you worked all your life wouldn’t dismiss the rejection.

“come on y/n, you don’t have to be-” Marks voice is cut off when Ryan cuts in, “Mark, just get over it,” he says yet with those words Mark moves his eyes from you to Ryan then back to you as if he just pieced a puzzle together.

“oh I get it now. you two have been fucking this whole time haven’t you?” you let out a sigh of disgust. well it is assured that your going to fire Mark but you never would have guessed this is how he’d react if you’d reject him.

“were your ears clogged when I said i’m not dating anyone? I do everything perfectly fine all on my own.” but that’s left off with a cold laugh from Mark.

“and what exactly do you do so perfectly on your own besides being a snobby bitch, y/n?” Mark muses but you don’t smile back and hold Ryan back with your hand in his shoulder.

“I don’t know Mark, maybe that I perfectly know what I’m doing. I perfectly know how to obtain a well paying job, a house, and a coping mechanism when someone bites me in the ass but I guess we can’t all know how to be a bitch,”

your tone sweet as can be the air around you three is boiling despite the hot burning temperature of typical California weather. now you have a smile on your face while his is cleaned off leaving pathetic straight line. as he tries to compose himself to look like he hadn’t been dragged through the severity of your words.

nevertheless, you don’t stay around him long as you walk away from him, “oh and to answer your question Mark, the only man i’m fucking is Louis Vuitton. does that satisfy you?”

walking away with a light swerve of your hips, the moving curves covered in your colorful monogram Louis Vuitton scarf.

it just makes men wish they’re worthy enough

walking to your pink Cadillac you need a long drive to cool off some steam and the comforts of your home to ease and strip away the coat of disgust that drench your mood. although another loud shout of your name stops you in your tracks and the voice itself is so familiar you turn around and find Ryan running to you.

“don’t leave because of that prick y/n, he doesn’t understand you. forget him, watch the festival with me we can-” yet you shake your head and stare at Ryan in pure perplexment because have you not explained to enough men today why you’d not want to be entertained by them?

“no! why doesn’t anyone listen to me! I know what you’re doing Ryan! you can’t just back up my claim why I don’t wanna date anyone when someone goes against it yet ignore it when it comes to you!” the enraged tone in your voice sends Ryan aback but you still stand put.

“i’m asking as a friend, we are still friends aren’t we? you don’t just see me as some dumb ex do you?” he says yet you shake your head and cross your arms across your chest not believing the predicament you're in.

you and Ryan have been friends for years way before you two were in a relationship yet that relationship itself made your friendship stronger. yet the past few months, when you two broke up you didn’t just lose your lover as well as the other half of your rent but your best friend to.

and as much as you hated to admit it was a hard pill to swallow trying to get over him when you still can’t.

although this presence, this questioning emotional un-assured mess is not something to reveal any hesitating still-there feelings.

what once was there is gone now

“I don’t know what I see in you Ryan. I don’t see you as an ex, i’ve gotten over that already but I don’t see you as a friend either-” his scoff stops you mid sentence and your raging teary eyes go to his.

“are you going to throw all those years of friendship down the drain [y/n], everything we had-” the pitfire in your stomach and heart feels like a forest fire that keeps growing and spreading through out your body till it’s rage clouds your head.

“friends don’t hurt each other! I don’t care if I didn't satisfy the alter ego you struggle with but that didn’t mean you had to disregard me when you finally got what you wanted!”

“y/n-” you open your door not caring enough to keep this energy draining conversation going but you jump in sudden shock. realization hitting you along with you his quick hands because the slap to your ass is so sudden.

even with the designer scarf tied around your hips the slap stung with the skin of his palm against your bum. an open mouthed gasp escapes your lips, rippling rage practically vibrating from you now. you want to slap that unbothered look off of Ryan’s face and never speak to him again yet the wet traces of arousal soak the blue satin of your thong keep you from closing the Cadillac door and driving him over.

you turn your head around to see his face is but only a few inches from yours and your hand goes flying hard against his face. the slap loud and swift his cheek red he doesn’t back away as you both huff an aggravated grunt. both your hot breath wafe against your faces and the hardening gaze doesn’t falter but you do notice the bulge in his denim jeans that you can’t keep your eyes off of.

Ryan can practically smell the arousal leaking from you as you rub your thighs together. teeth clenched and a glare present against your soft features, you look fiery and Ryan almost can’t forget how hot you look when you’re pissed at him yet your glare still stays even when your drawing closers towards each other.

the tall blondes throat goes dry and his actions are swift as he grabs the side of you face to smash his lips to yours. taken aback you don’t condemn to push him away as you curled your fingers in the tawny brown of his hair. hands gliding from your face they glide against the curves of your body, you feel your knees shake and tremble when he continues devouring your lips.

the small whine leaving your lips takes you by surprise when he pulls away and you turn your head from him yet you can imagine the smug smirk plastered on his face. the nice rough scratch of his facial hair against your chin still remains yet the grip of his hands at your bare waist doesn’t fade but his hands creep to to the fullness of your bum.

a generous and handful squeeze of your ass makes you sigh against his mouth while he carries you up. sunkissed legs instantly wrap around his waist, letting his lips attack your neck in his wet and open mouthed kisses. moving his thigh in between your thighs almost allowing you to grind your clothed pussy against his denim jeans.

the anger glossing your eyes starts to fade because as much as you hate Ryan you cannot deny that you haven’t gotten laid in months. the unbelievable wetness that slicks and coats your thighs soaks his jeans when the grinding motions of your glossy and soaked cunt meeting his tensed loin.

the burning attention is enough for you to moan for more, moving your hand from his bicep to the tent in his pants. rubbing the hard erection, you whimper as Ryan rubs your core harder and you grind along with his rhythm while slipping your fingertips underneath his waistband.

a shiver slithers up and down your spine when a growl escapes Ryan's mouth, its all hot and bothered against your neck. the stroking advances to your pussy stop for him to carry you in the driver's seat. it should have been now that you realize that you should back away and stop.

anyone could walk by the private parking and see you and him yet with the palm trees practically shielding you both and the loud vibrations of the concert makes you think otherwise but grind harder on his lap.

this moment leaves Ryan smirking, “the only guy i’m fucking is Louis Vuttion” you should look at yourself pouting and moaning. practically fucking yourself on his thigh begging him to give you the sweet satisfaction of his cock. however it’s tortuous for not just you but him as well, your slow grinding against his denim covered boner.

Ryan grabs the hair at the back of your head and pulls your lips to his, his tongue exploring the warmth of your mouth as his fingers lightly pinch and rub the hard nipples standing through the tiffany blue satin.

moaning into his mouth, arching your back so his hands will grab more at your tits, your grinding becoming more sloppy, a breathy whine breaks through the kissing session as he slips his hands under the bikini.

doing exactly what you wanted him to do by groping and rubbing your tits, upset he isn’t removing the measly expansive piece and fucking you raw till you two don’t see the sun. the irritated whine alarms Ryan and he lets your mouth go, his lips covered in both your saliva they rest besides the shell of your ear.

“what do you want baby? tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he whispers, teeth gently biting the piece of ear that makes you melt.

one of his hands leaves you tits as the other continues twirling the nipple, his free fingers fidgeting with the knot tying your bikini together. they wait for your answer not daring to pull the loose string until you suck up that lip-glossed pout and voice your needs. although a part of you is a bit heartbroken in yourself.

for the past few months you have been happy improving yourself, growing and repairing to all be flushed down the toilet for a fling with an ex.

an ex who probably wants nothing to do with you after this is over

“c’mon sweet girl, tell me what you want. I promise i’ll give you everything I have, every little piece. won’t ever hurt you again,” he whispers, you can’t help for your eyes to water in dismay and disappointment.

being this close to you Ryan yet relatively knowing you both won’t be together. a single teardrop falls from your lashes to Ryan’s jaw and the snivel after that has him removing his hands from you in attention. starlight eyes shining concern he’s taken back to see that you are really crying, his heart paces wondering if he’s done or said anything to hurt you.

“y/n? baby what’s wrong? did I do something?” he says holding your face in his hands, eyes boring into yours you feel your lip trembling.

“do you promise?” you whisper, air and broken yet strong and stern, holding Ryan’s wrist as you internally plead that he gives you the reassurance.

he looks down at you and softly smiles, breaking up with you six months ago was a mistake he wishes he could redeem yet telling you how much he fucked up isn’t what you want but he’s glad to give you anything and everything else.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been wanting to say it. I promise [y/n], cross my heart and hope to die,” his smile widens when the curves of your mouth lift upwards yet you force the smile to remain smile, lips pursed you keep yourself from laughing.

“and if you break that promise?” you say and Ryan holds your face closer to his raising a brow.

“y/n, sweet baby, I take these ‘cross my heart and hope to die’ things very very seriously. if I break this, you’re allowed to kill me before the god that keeps check of these things does,” and you giggle as he presses his lips against yours.

“I fucked up, I fucked up real bad y/n,” he whispers, you can hear the regret in his voice as he snuggles his face into your neck, “and I know I had a good thing going but I just couldn’t accept it.”

wet lips as soft as tulip petals continue to trace the outline of your neck, his slow kisses making your skin “i’m sorry baby. i’m so sorry, please forgive me,” he whispers holding onto you as if you’ll disappear. yell at him and walk out the door like you did that night six months ago.

pulling away in his fear, his heart relaxes once you cup his face in your hands and give him a kiss on his temple. cradling him till his chin rests on your cleavage as his baby blues look up in pure adoration.

“you’re forgiven Ackerman. but hurt me again and i’ll dig your grave then shove you in it,” and you feel Ryan smile turn into a smirk against the crook of your neck.

“baby I love it when you talk to me like that,” and you can’t help a giggle escape your lips and a playful scream when Ryan carries and sets you down in the backseat. your back against the cool white leather, sparking sunset eyes look up to the orange and pink clouds crowding the sky.

so lovely and soft but the blueish green water that is held in Ryan’s eyes is even more breathtaking, his face hovering over yours and his lips feel soft when they’re pressed against yours.

with the quick and untamed hands sliding over the curves of your body his fingers are quick to untie the knot tying the satin bikini together. while the clothing piece is removed Ryan’s tongue swirls around one of your peaked nipples. a moan spilling from you mouth, you arch your back as you feel his quick fingers easily move the satin thing to the side.

taking his sweet time to enjoy sliding his digits through your wet folds and hearing you moan his name over and over again. “don’t- tease me,” you choke on a moan as his fingertips begin entering your leaking hole. the saccharine and tangy saturation of your pussy coats his fingers and he removes them to taste them.

your eyes don’t leave his as he places his fingers on his tongue to suck and pops them out of his mouth clean. an abrupt moanish whine slips from your lips feeling the slight pain of your empty pussy and how much you need him back in you.

“I don’t know sweetheart. I think you like it when I tease you,” his fingers go back to your pussy and you feel your face heating up when he removes them to reveal a string of your honey connecting his three fingers to your weeping cunt.

“did I do this, baby?” his smirk only makes you glare at him as he dips his three fingers deeper, you can’t take much of it as you grind your hips to his pumping fingers.

the honeyed pleasure of your wet slick and his thick fingers hitting the right spots is enough for the chain in your belly to break. only when the pumping gets faster and you feel yourself getting off, they’re quickly removed and the irked shock plastered on your face makes Ryan laugh.

he’s quick though, before you can even scoff or throw him a crude remark his cock is free from the zipper from his jeans. the thick veined member red and dripping white cum from the slit, he smirks at your speechlessness and eyes teary from the orgasm denial.

knowing he’ll only ever make you cry this way and only this way

“Ryan, please-” your voice is silenced as he presses his mouth to yours, “shh, baby I got you, i’ll make you feel good baby I promise,” just when you open your mouth in agreement he slips his tongue through the space between your parted lips.

the kiss is nothing but teeth and tongue and fueled by the burning sensation of wanting to get closer and closer. Ryan’s roaming hands greedily grabbing the sensual flesh of your plump curves and your hands mischievously to his surprise and approval- go between your bodies to feel his cock slipping out of your cunt.

rubbing it up and down before he slips back inside you he’s moaning and grunting, high of you and he wants nothing but to feel your bodily essence. Ryan only wants you and you ant him, cannot help the need to glide your hands through the wide muscle of his shoulders and slide through his back till your met to his outer back.

wandering hands do most to keep his cock unbearably hard, Ryan can’t help but slide his cock through your soaked folds. a whimper escapes your lips as you feel the throbbing member tease and rub against your pussy lips. bucking your hips forward till your honeyed folds soak Ryan’s shaft, earning an airy moan from him as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his denim jeans.

wanting to feel more of his bare body against yours you claw his jeans off his hips and he slips them off his knees and kicks them off his ankles breaking the breathless kiss. the rhythm of his tip sliding over your wet folds is to much even when the purpose of it is to tease you.

slamming his member into you and the loud moan that erupts from you only encourages him to slide more and more into your warm wet walls. grabbing your waist he slams your hips into a sloppy grind, your sweaty bodies in the hot summer air burning against the lush cushion leather of the cars seat.

long moans between you and him continue as he slip his cock in and out of you, your legs wrapped around his waist and his saliva coated lips wrap around the peaked buds of your nipples. licking the plump curve of your tits, your fingers skim through his disheveled head of his hair you pull the rich brown locks as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge.

“Ryan, I-I can’t- you feel so fucking good,” you whimper and moan and his lips find yours again and hums yet a quick hiss leaves in between his teeth as you squeeze his cock.

it’s quick as the bat of an eye he finds your hips in his hands and lifts you onto his lap, his sweat dripping back against the cool leather backseats he proceeds the fast. hard thrusts and you the dirty shameless grind, his hands are quick and greedy to slap and grab.

to pinch and caress every area of skin that drives you insane

lust filled blue hues catch his reflection in the rearview mirror. sweat dripping from his hair line, your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers in his hair. the sinful reflection of your tits pressed and rubbing against his chest, his hands grabbing the plump flesh of your ass. the bend of your knees bouncing up and down on his cock- he lets out a moan knowing this is too much for him

the euphoric pressure and stretch of his thick shaft diving into your wet pussy and the quick squeezes of your walls in return only makes him pump into you harder. “y/n, baby i’m- i’m gonna cum. fuck!” Ryan heavy grunts as his lips find the shell of your ear as he presses a kiss on the skin beneath it.

letting out a moan in the act of your walls tightening, you cum fast and hard although you continue to grind up and down on his cock. until he slips out of the warm walls he’s fantasized for months on and shoots the shiny white ropes onto your lower stomach. pumping his cock of every drop until he’s heaving and breathless.

although, despite the deep inhales and soft exhales and the up and down notion of his chest he pulls your face close to his until your foreheads touch. your nose boop into each other. slipping his skilled fingers into your wet folds both soaked by your arousal and his. your sweet moans fill his ears and if you didn’t give him the handjob of his life he would be hard again right then and there.

that doesn’t stop his thumb from rubbing the small pearl and his three thick fingers from pumping into your hole. stretching you out again making you feel full and tight in the best possible ways, you feel the chain in the pit of your belly beginning to break as he continues pumping deeper and deeper into your channel.

reaching and hitting the best spots your fingers can’t reach. “Ryan baby, I- I need to cum-” but he shushes you by kissing you again. “cum for me baby, cum on my fingers, that’s it-” and with a sloppy grind and moan of his name you spill your ecstasy on his fingers before collapsing onto him.

you still sit there lost of breath until you regain to catch it, still on his lap and cuddled into his chest you don’t want to part away from him.

this is as close you’ve been with anyone for the past half year, you hate to admit it but you’re touched starved

“do you think you can drive yourself home?” his question is soft and quiet, trying not to disturb you although you keep your arms around his neck still. hiding your face in the crook of his neck you don’t wanna think of going home without him.

it wouldn’t be home without him, so you shake your head again.

“do you want me to drive you home?” the potent appeal laced in his low voice you hold in a giggle and keep yourself from saying a hell no. not wanting to imagine your lover joyriding your precious newly polished car, you shake your head.

“do you want me to leave?” his voice still as soft and quiet but the difference is you can’t see the frown stitched on his face as he’s finished saying it, you shake your head once more.

“what do you want y/n?” his voice underlying his promise, that no matter what happened between you two afterwards his promise will always be stitched to him

how he’ll never hurt you again, you move your head from his neck and face him. eyes lacing into each other and nose touching your lip meet each other’s. “i’m driving,” you whisper against his lips.

“where are we going?” his whisper enticing as a smirk playfully traces his lips and you smile against them sweetly, “home.”

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