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lun9tic · 1 month ago

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- NEEDY

| pairing: ian x bestfriend!reader

| warnings: smutt, smoking weed

| summary : after smoking a blunt together your real feelings for each other come out

| A/N : my writing gets so awkward during writing smut im sorry, i tried to make this one more soft then my last one LMAO, and give me requestss!! i want to write for hamzah and maybe some harry potter characters. anyways enjoy and comment pls. ALSO WHY IS THE IAN TAG SO DRY??? COME ON GUYS

After a nice dinner with Ian and a group of friends, the two of you step into the elevator, full of food and ready to sleep. “God damn, that was amazing,” Ian says, rubbing his stomach as you press the button for the 10th floor.

“I know, I feel like I’m pregnant now. Look,” you joke, turning to the side in front of the elevator mirror and puffing out your stomach before sucking it back in. Ian bursts out laughing at you.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Still laughing, the two of you step out and make your way to the hotel room you’re sharing.

You and Ian have been friends since middle school, watching him grow as an artist like he's always wanted.

You and Ian have been inseparable since middle school, bonding over your love for music, and several late night conversations. You always saw the way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about becoming a big artist, it wasn’t just a dream to him, it was something he was sure to achieve.

Since then, you’ve watched him grow and spend countless hours perfecting his talent with music, starting with DJing. His progress has been nothing but inspiring to you, no matter what he just never gave up. You’ve been there through all the moments of doubt, the nights he stayed up late working on a beat, and the excitement when his hard work paid off. It’s been so nice to witness him chase his dreams.

Watching Ian grow so fast in the underground rapper industry was your favorite part. It was like one night he completely blew up and all his hard work finally paid off. since then you have been to every show, every interview, and every studio session, he wouldn’t want to have anyone else there but you.

“I'm gonna change out of this dress,” you say quietly as you both walk into the cold room. “alright.” ian says before getting into bed. you kneel at your luggage and pick out your pajamas for the night before going to the bathroom to change and freshen up.

After freshening up you leave the bathroom to see Ian outside, on the balcony rolling a blunt. you step outside and close the balcony door before sitting on the plastic chair beside him. The air was warm with an ocean breeze, the smell of the fresh air hitting your nose. The sky was clear, and a nice view of the moon and a couple stars.

You glance over at Ian, as he finishes rolling a blunt. With a small sigh, you unlock your phone and start scrolling, posting a few pictures from earlier in the day.

You're interrupted from scrolling when Ian reaches over, pulling your phone from your hand. “Get off your phone,” he says, setting it on the small glass table in front of you. He leans back on the bench, taking a slow puff from the blunt. “Talk to me. feel like we haven’t talked as much as we usually do.”

He passes the blunt to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. You take a hit from the blunt, exhaling before saying “We have talked. But okay, how are you?” you ask, smiling as you lean your head against the glass door behind you and resting your legs on top of his thighs.

He chuckles softly, his left hand resting on your legs, rubbing them softly with his thumb. “I’m good. How are you?” “I’m good, you know,” you shrug, a smile still on your lips.

Ian laughs again, and takes another hit. ian continues the conversation as the two of you continue passing the blunt back and forth, talking about the past for the next twenty minutes.

ians blue eyes, slightly bloodshot and glassy from the weed, stare at the side of your face as you talk. you pretend to not notice it but his stare is so intense its impossible to ignore.

Finally, you turn to him, your own eyes soft and red-tinted. “What?” you ask, a playful smile curving your lips.

His lips twitch into a matching smile as he shakes his head. “Nothing.” “You won't stop staring at me," you laugh softly, trying to hide from his stare by resting your head on his shoulder.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs, his voice quiet . The words catch you off guard, making you sit up to meet his eyes. "Yeah?" you ask, a small smile on your lips. "Yeah," he nods.

Silence falls between you, the air thick with emotions. You can't tell if he's just saying it to say it or if he really means it.

Before you can think too much, he leans in, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours. You let out a soft whimper of surprise against his lips, but quickly give into the kiss, your right hand resting on his thigh as you lean closer.

"I've wanted this for so long," he says against your lips as the kiss breaks, his hands on your waist. A shy smile blooms on your face as you whisper, "Me too." Before you kiss him again.

His hands find your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him. The closeness leaves you breathless, and lost in him.

you both continue to make out, the pent up love for each other finally coming out. “Let's go inside” he says as his hands grip your ass. you nod and get off his lap, Ian takes your hand and leads you inside the room.

The balcony door shuts close as you both stumble your way to the bed, lips connected and hands all over each other. the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, making you both fall down on the bed.

Your hands run over Ian's broad shoulders, you reach for the end of his shirt, pulling it to signal him to take it off. His lips leave yours briefly, and he quickly pulls off his shirt before his lips are back on yours once again, the kiss more desperate than before.

“ian” you whimper as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your chest. “I got you baby.” he murmurs before his fingers tug down your sweat pants. your hips lift, helping him take off your sweats.

he throws your sweats to the side and quickly takes your panties off. His eyes stare at your wet cunt, grabbing your legs and spreading you open. He glances up at you with parted lips before he attaches his lips with your wet cunt making you gasp and shut your eyes.

Ian moans at the taste of you, the vibration from his moan making you whimper. his eyes close as his lips suck your clit, and brings his hand up, sliding a finger into you. “i-ian” you moan at the feeling, you hand wrapped in his brown hair, leading him to where you need him.

Ian groans at the taste of you. the sounds from his mouth, the feeling of his warm wet tongue sucking your cunt and large fingers moving quickly in and out of you. moans leave your lips as Ian curls his fingers inside you.

“Ian” you moan, clenching around his fingers, feeling your high coming but it's interrupted by Ian pulling his fingers out and sitting up in between your legs. “the fuck?-“

he shuts you up by leaning down and connecting his lips with yours. “taste so fucking good” he mumbles. “Take off your pants” you slur with a smile.

Ian chuckles and takes his pants off before crawling over you again. his lips connect to yours once again as he feels up on you. “tell me i can” he says against your neck, breathless. lost in the feeling of him around you you don’t hear what he says. “what?”

“tell me i can fuck you baby,” he kisses you “please”. you bite your lip at his needy tone and nod “yes”. he smiles at your words and lifts your legs to rest them on his shoulders. the look in his eyes make you clench around nothing, you’ve never heard or seen him so desperate for something, it was so hot.

Ian lines himself at your entrance and rubs his dick up and down your wet folds. “you’re so gorgeous” he watches you as he slowly slides his dick in, wanting to see your reaction.

your lips part at the stretch from his dick and hold back a moan. “oh..” you moan, turning your head to your side to avoid his hard stare. Ian quickly reaches for your cheek and makes you look at him, “nuh uh keep your eyes on me” he groans, making you whimper.

Ian lets go of you face and places his hands on you hips, rocking you in a slow pace. “tell me how it feels” he moans with his head slightly thrown back. “feels so good ian” you moan, you put your hand over his right one gripping your hip.

at that, ian speeds up his thrusts, holding on tighter to you. “sh-shit” he moans. the hotel room fills with the sounds of your moans mixed together, and the clapping from his harsh thrusts.

you jolt up at every thrust, the look in his eyes was so intimate. you reach up for his face, making him lean down to your touch. “i- fuck-“ he whispers, hiding his face in your neck. you moan back and hold his face in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

you kiss his lips and rest your forehead against his. “you’re perfect” he groans making you smile. “y-you too” you respond breathlessly making him smile and kiss your lips again.

Ian pulls away from you and continues his pace, his left hand letting go of your hip and moving to your clit, rubbing it. “Ian!” you moan gripping his arm, you could feel yourself reaching your high again. “oh fuck- please” your legs slightly shake around his shoulders, as you feel his fingers rub your clit.

“come on baby” he moans, his thrusts starting to become sloppy. you stare up into his eyes, lost in the pleasure. the feeling was so intimate you both couldn’t do anything but moan and reach your highs.

ian groans “fuck- im cumming baby” you moan in response, too lost in pleasure. you clench around his dick, feeling your self let go and cum. “oh-” you moan as tour legs tremble, Ian moans as you clench around him, making him cum. “fuuuck baby” he moans with his lips parted as he pulls put of you.

you lay down on the bed, catching your breath as ian goes to the bathroom to grab a towel. he comes back to you and chuckles seeing you still laying down. you cover your face as you blush, “stop ian” he laughs and cleans you up, before helping you back into your pants.

your both now fully dressed and holding each other on the bed, Ian’s hands run over your hair as you both sit in silence. it wasn’t an awkward silence at all, its was a comfortable silence, no worry or doubt in the sex you both just had.

“let me be your boyfriend,” he whispers before kissing your forehead “ive always wanted us to happen, always.”

you open your eyes and look up at him with a smile before nodding, “me too.” he smiles and pulls you in for a passionate kiss before pulling away and falling asleep holding each other.

#ian smith #ian rapper #ian the rapper #ian o’neill smith #smut #magic johnson

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lun9tic · 2 months ago

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- BACKSTAGE

| pairing: ian x F!reader

| warnings: smut….. mirror sex, public sex (kinda?) , ians smoking, cursing

| summary: you and ian need some time alone before he preforms

| A/N: this is literally my first time ever writing smut so lets not expect the best… im sorry, i tried my best. and i tried writing this by not specifying any facial features or anything, besides that shes a girl. love u:)

“bro where the fuck is ian? sxprano is almost done with his set.”

you let out a soft whimper as lan pins you against the wall, his lips brushing against your neck. "t-they’re calling you," you whisper to ian. "We've got time, baby," he mumbles back, a smirk on his lips. you smile back as his hands slide down your body to grip your ass. "face the mirror." he says, before taking a long puff from the blunt in his hand. you turn around placing your hands against the cold sink, glancing at him with a smile through the mirror, making him lean down and kiss you as he lifts your skirt.

the two of you are hiding in the bathroom of the venue where he's performing tonight. during mic testing, ian couldn't take his eyes off you, rapping his lyrics while locking gazes with you. the air was full of sexual tension between you two.

ian's hands quickly pull down your lacy pink underwear, desperate to touch you. “god damn,” he slaps your ass “you’re so sexy.” a giggle escapes your lips as you begin to grind back against him. “ian hurry,” you whine, “you’re wasting time.” he chuckles and puts his blunt down on the sink. he unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers “be patient.”

he grips your neck from behind and bends you over the sink. ians hand takes a hold of his dick and rubs it up and down against your wet folds. you bite your lip as you watch him through the mirror. his lips parted as he watches his dick slowly disappear in you.

the stretch from his dick made you close your eyes and grip the sink from the sting. “i-ian” you whimper. “shit- i know baby.. fuck”. you moan and look back up, the pain going away. “move baby”

ian smiles and straightens up his posture before gripping your hips and slowly thrusting into you to get you used to the feeling. “faster” you whine, reaching behind you and holding the wrist of his hand holding your waist.

ian moves your hand and pulls your hair to make you stand up straight. before you could say anything he starts pounding into you. you throw your head back against his shoulder and let moans flow out your mouth. “f-fuck ian…” “yeah? you like this shit huh?” you moan and nod your head.

“say it.” his left hand holds you in place from the neck while his other reaches down to your connected body’s to rub your clit.

you gasp and grip his wrist. “i-… fuck, i love it” he smirks and continues his fast thrusts, bringing you in to kiss his lips.

as you make out with ian, moaning against his lips, you two were interrupted by a bang on the door. “yo! ian, you gotta hurry up!” you pull away from his lips and cover your mouth. “fuck,” ian whispers, his fast thrusts not stopping. there’s no way no one can hear you both. “give me a minute! damn..”

you look at him through the mirror as his thrusts dont stop. ian bends you over the sink again and speeds up his movements while rubbing your clit. “w-we gotta hurry baby- fuck.” he moans.

you moan at the feeling, your knees coming together. you watch ian through the mirror, you know he's almost done. his lips are parted and he's staring at his dick thrusting into you. “you feel so fucking good baby” you moan and hold his arm behind you. “ian-“ you gasp “i'm cumming baby” “yeah?” he bites his lip “do it baby” he slurs as he slaps your ass and continues his harsh movements.

you hear his breathless moans and cum on him, your legs shaking as you grip the mirror. ian feels you clench around his dick as you finish and lets out a groan, finishing too.

“shiiit..” he moans, his lips parted, as he pulls out of you. You lay there, bent over the sink, trying to catch your breath and coming down from your high. Ian gently grabs your hand and stands you up, his voice deep, "You good, baby?

you laugh and nod. “yeah, im ok baby.” you lean up and press a kiss on his lips, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses you back.

“ian! bruh come on!” ian groans and helps you clean up and straighten your clothes. as he’s fixing his pants you go back to the mirror and fix your hair.

“ill take you out after, ok?” he murmurs, coming up behind you to press a soft kiss to your neck. “take you to a nice dinner, then fuck you again in the hotel” you laugh and playfully push his head away “ian get out.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your lips before taking a hit from his blunt as he steps out of the bathroom to get ready to go on stage.

#ian smith #ian rapper #ian the rapper #smut #magic johnson

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