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hearts4golbach · 10 months ago

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 30.

the day before the concert, tara and i spent hours putting together our perfect Falling in Reverse concert outfits. with the two of our closets combined, and with the help of Jake and Johnnies too, but they don't need to know that, we were finally content with what we were going in. clothes were scattered everywhere, but we'd worry about that later.

Tara decided on a mini skirt with 3 different belts that we had found in jakes closet, which she had stacked strategically. she took one of my blinged up hot pink crop tops that i hadn't worn since 8th grade and had that as her top. she threw a fur coat over the top of everything. she threw on her chunky black boots with spikes and a cute pair of leg warmers on to finish the look. she had been planning on the makeup she was going to do for months, but all it was was her usual makeup with pink eyeshadow and eyeliner stars on her cheek.

i ended up wearing [outfit of your choice] and paired it with [makeup of your choice].

johnnies outfit was jaw-dropping. he chose his black lace button up and obviously wore it halfway unbuttoned. he layered about 10 different necklaces and rings. he also decided on wearing a new pair of dark red skinny jeans with his usual black boots. he tied it all together with his leather jacket. for johnnies makeup, he smudged red lipstick under his eyes and streaked black eyeliner down his face.

jakes outfit was just as cunty as the rest of us; he wore a cropped black tank top paired with his favorite pair of flared jeans. he also chose his belt with bullets on it. he decided on not even bringing a jacket with his reason being "he has tattoos for a reason." he also wore platform shoes and an arrangement of bracelets, some i had never seen before. jake decided to wear no makeup to the concert.

tara slept over so it'd be easier for all of us to take the 4 hour drive early in the morning. we had decided to rent a hotel so we could all get fucked up during the concert and not have to worry about driving home when we could just call an uber. all of us were restless that night, but forced ourselves to sleep so we were really ready for the concert.

i woke up the next morning wrapped in johnnies arms, per usual. the alarm was reverberating in my ears as Johnnie was also starting to stir awake. he opened his eyes and squinted them to look at me, a small smile forming on his face. "mornin'." his groggy sleep voice greeted.

"good morning. you excited?" i asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. i climbed out of the bed and stretched, making a million different bones in my body crack at once. "we gotta hurry up and take our showers since everyone else needs to, too."

Johnnies eyes scanned over my body. he sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. "do you want to just take a shower together? it'd save time." he smirked, gently squeezing my hand before he began fidgeting with my fingers.

"i like that idea." i placed a gentle kiss on his lips before dragging him out of bed into the bathroom.

i started the shower, making sure it was nice and warm as Johnnie got undressed. i wasn't far behind him, getting undressed myself before stepping into the shower with him. the warm water on my back woke me up as much as it was relaxing. i watched as the water trickled down Johnnies body and seeped into his inked skin. he ran his moist hands down my body and grabbed the body wash. he squirted some into his hands and began to wash my body. he had nothing but admiration in his eyes as they trailed over every part of me. he made sure no part of me was unwashed before going to wash himself. i did the same for him, helping him wash every inch of his pale skin. he shampooed and conditioned my hair, and while i wash washing mine out, he cleaned his own. he kissed me softly, but passionately before turning off the shower and climbing out. he wrapped me up in a soft towel, as well as himself.

we made our way back to our bedroom to pack our 1 day trip bags quickly. i stole johnnies pair of chunky pajama pants to wear on the drive, as well as my Lana Del Rey tee that was beaten up and bruised from all of the use. i packed all of my makeup and my concert outfit. i didn't bother packing an outfit for the second day there since we were leaving and heading home as soon as we got checked out of the hotel. Johnnie packed pretty much the same thing as i did, the only difference being he did pack an outfit for the second day. he threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee shirt to wear on the drive there.

there was a small knock on the door before tara's bright voice called out, "you guys up?" we both answered yeah at the same time. she opened the door and greeted me with a hug. "morning!" she greeted excitedly.

i hugged her back tight. "morning, Tar." i heard the shower start from down the hall. "damn, is Jake just now getting in?"

"yeah, it took me, like, 20 minutes to actually get him out of bed. he snoozed his alarm 3 times before i had to go in there and drag him out of bed myself." she sighed, sitting on the bed next to me.

Johnnie shut down his PC so it wasn't wasting electricity while we were away. "well, that's Jake for you."

tara rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, he needs his beauty sleep, anyway."

"did you get your bag fully packed?" i asked, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"duh, i got everything ready." she smiled.

the three of us moved down to the living room, bringing our bags and everything else we needed with us. Johnnie sprawled himself out over the couch. i made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of water bottle and a few snacks for the road, putting them in one of my goat bags and setting it with the rest of our shit. Jake ended up joining me in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"okay, slut." i mumbled under my breath jokingly. i walked back out of the kitchen to join Johnnie on the couch.

"i know you are not talk to me, skank." he snapped his fingers and grabbed his zyns and decaf coffee off of the counter. he threw that shit in the microwave like it was nobody's business. he leaned against the counter and went on his phone.

i rolled my eyes, "is your bag even packed?"

"no," he answered nonchalantly before taking a selfie. i realized later on that he had posted it on his instagram story.

"that's wild that you're worried about your coffee right now, then." i laughed, "what if we're late to see Ronnie?" i over exaggerated.

he pursed his lips, "well, Ronnie can wait for my coffee." he smiled, taking a sip before heading up to his room.

tara had hopped in the shower immediately after jake did. she always took extremely long showers, but she made it quick today.

Jake made his way back downstairs with tara by his side less than 10 minutes later. with all of our bags and shit we needed on hand, we headed out the door.

Johnnie and I climbed into the back seat while jake and tara took the front. tara had music privileges for the first hour of the drive. her music taste was definitely different from mine, but I didn't mind it.

I leaned my head against johnnies shoulder and stared out of the front windshield, watching as all of the buildings and cars sped past. he wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip as he went on his phone to scroll through tiktok. my eyes flickered to his phone, watching as he reposted silly edits of himself, and of me and him, that fans had created.

Jake and tara had begun bickering about her lip smacking that annoyed jake ever so much. I felt johnnies shoulders jiggle, signaling that he was laughing. I quietly laughed along, aswell. they fought like a married couple, sometimes.

I could feel myself becoming drowsy as the car lulled me to sleep. my eyelids felt like bricks. it was way too early in the morning for this, especially when I was in and out of sleep all of last night. I gave in, letting my eyes fall shut as I slowly fell asleep on johnnies shoulder.

I woke up about an hour and a half later. johnnie was now watching Netflix on his phone. tara was passed out in the front seat, and jake was next to her, gently bobbing his head to the slower song playing on the radio. johnnie had felt me stir awake and began to rub my hip gently.

johnnie cleared his throat, "was that a good nap?" he teased.

I stretched my back before placing my head back on his shoulder. "Actually, yeah. your shoulder is a great pillow." I placed a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling my head further into his neck. "we should stop and get breakfast somewhere."

"I second that." jake stuck up one finger before rubbing his tummy. "I could eat a horse pussy right now."

his weird comment made tara finally open her eyes, as she had been stirring for a while. "what a great sentence to wake up to, jake."

he patted her knee, "sorry, sweetie."

we pulled into the closest McDonald's and bought breakfast. jake ate with one hand as he continued to drive, nearly fisting the breakfast sandwiches he had gotten. Jake and I both got coffees and the same breakfast sandwiches, a mcgrittle. we were practically twins at that point. I smiled at johnnie as he happily munched on his breakfast next to me. he smiled back.

by the time we were all done with our breakfast, we were about an hour out from the hotel. jake and tara switched seats since she offered to drive the rest of the way.

the rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music on the radio. I could tell we were all pretty tired from the long drive, and we'd all probably need a nap whenever we got to the hotel. to be fair, the coffee did wake up me and jake, though. honestly, nothing slaps like a good McDonald's coffee with extra creamer this early in the morning.

we had finally made it even earlier than we expected. I climbed out of the car and stretched, cracking my back before grabbing my things out of the car. Jake got the key card for the hotel while we unpacked the car, although there wasn't much to unpack. we brought all of our bags inside and made out way up to the hotel room.

the room was extremely nice. there were two beds, a large window with a beautiful overview of the city, and the usual hotel room accommodations.

I threw myself onto the bed I was claiming for Johnnie and i. I watched as jake filled the mini fridge with water bottles. we all took our concert outfits out of our bags so they wouldn't get wrinkled from staying cramped up for too much longer.

Jake and I ordered lunch from the hotel, although it was a pretty late lunch. the three of us started on our makeup, which influenced jake to actually do his own. he ended up smudging eyeliner in his waterline before calling it a day.

none of us changed into our outfits. we all sat on our respective beds and ate our lunch-dinner while watching some random ghost hunting show on the channel that was already on whenever I had turned on the TV.

before taking another bite, I spoke up. "are we going to leave as soon as we're ready so we don't have to wait in a long ass line to get inside?"

Jake gulped down what he was chewing. "That's what I was thinking, yeah." Tara and Johnnie agreed with him.

after finishing our food 10 minutes later, we all got changed. I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror.

Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "you look great, baby." he smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"thank you," I turned around, hooking my arms behind his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Tara's chunky shoes clumped down the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. "over here sounding like a fucking elephant, damn." jake teased her, gently shoving her shoulder.

she shoved him back harder. "shut up, they're cute!"

Johnnie gripped my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I scanned his whole body, admiring how good he looked in his outfit. fuck, he looked hot. I smirked slightly before turning away. a blush was painted across his face as he smiled.

Jake called the Uber as we waited out front of the hotel.

"why did you just now call it? why couldn't you have called the Uber when we were getting ready, it would've been here by now." I scolded, not actually caring, just wanting to complain and annoy jake.

"because I didn't know how long it'd take you ladies to get ready. don't act like I haven't heard the conspiracy theories about girls taking forever to get ready."

"conspiracy theories?" I repeated, "conspiracy theories is wild."

"well, they seem to be true." he crossed his arms, popping his hip out to the side.

"like you don't take 2 hours in the bathroom every morning playing with your hair." I retorted, looking around to see if the Uber was close.

"okay, well, that's different." he rolled his eyes.

"mhm, right."

the Uber arrived eventually. we all piled in the back, pretty much sitting on top of eachother. we were all buzzing with excitement, and we weren't even buzzed yet.

"I think my first goal when we get there is to get a drink," I admitted with a sly smile plastered across my face.

"I second that." Tara was fixing her makeup in her phone camera.

"me too." jake and Johnnie responded in the same tone at the same time.

the 20 minute drive to the stadium felt like a 20 year drive, but I knew that was just the excitement and eagerness getting to me.

whenever we arrived, it took us 30 minutes to get inside, which was much better than it could've been.

we wandered around the stadium, looking for a good bar that had been set up. we ran into 3 before finding one with a good menu compared to the other ones.

we hurriedly ordered our drinks and made our way to our 'seats,' although none of us would be sitting during the actual concert.

we were an hour and a half early, or at least an hour and a half early for the openers. I had high hopes for the concert, I mean, it was a rock, emo, whatever you wanna call it, concert after all.

I sat back in my seat, propping my feet up as I sipped on my drink. to say it was strong would be an understatement, even though I was far from a lightweight.

"wanna try a sip of mine?" johnnie offered, handing me his clear plastic cup.

I gratefully accepted, handing him mine in return. I hummed at the taste of his, "I think I like yours more."

"honestly, me too." he laughed. we ended up trading drinks.

tara took a video of the four of us. "holy shit, falling in reverse!" she screamed over the hundreds of other people in the stadium that were most likely saying the same shit. she ended up posting it on her story.

the openers came on with a bang. smoke covered the stage before a much smaller artist, I wasn't sure of the name, strutted onto the stage.

the crowd cheered, but not as loud as I knew it'd be whenever Ronnie came on.

the small band played 6 different songs, and they were all surprisingly good. they were more of a nu metal band compared to Falling in Reverse. I mean, I wasn't complaining.

the four of us spent majority of that time taking pictures for our Instagrams. I mean, obviously. what else would you expect?

Jake and I were on drink duty. we sped back to the pop up stand and ordered everyone the same drinks they had had before, except me and johnnies were flipped.

we made it back just in time for the openers last song. it was a bug finale, to say the least. the LED screen behind them flashed before everything went dark. the crowd roared with excitement.

we were left in the dark suspensully. i was practically shaking with excitement as i heard the low murmurs of the crowd. the LED screen turned to a dark red moments later.

finally, Ronnie walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band members following. everyone cheered and shouted as they came out on stage. johnnie and jake seemed over the moon with excitement. but, so were me and tara.

Ronnie greeted the crowd, earning a screaming mess of greetings back. he laughed before getting into the very first song.

of course, he had to open with one of his most popular songs, 'The Drug in Me is You.' I knew this song like the back of my hand, just like every other song by him.

I gripped johnnies hands, shaking him as I screamed the lyrics in his face. I was as dramatic as I could possibly get, and he returned the same energy.

Johnnie took out his phone and recorded a snippet of the first song before flipping the camera to us and pulling me in, kissing me on the lips before ending the recording. I knew his fans would eat that shit up whenever he posted it.

we went just as hard for the next few songs before another one of my favorites came on, 'Get Me Out.' I practically screeched whenever I heard the first few words of the song.

to say everyone's hair was a mess at this point in the concert would be an understatement. Me, Johnnie, jake, and tara were sweaty and dirty, but that didn't stop us in any way.

Johnnie gripped my waist tightly as we screamed the lyrics out into the crowd and towards eachother, our energy never fading.

there was a short intermission, which gave me and jake just enough time to run and grab more drinks. to be fair, all of us were pretty drunk at this point in the concert, but who was there to tell us no?

we scrambled back to our seats as we heard the drum rhythm for 'I'm not a Vampire' begin.

I could see johnnie singing the lyrics as he watched the performance on stage. since we were still a bit of a walk away, I took a picture. seeing him in the stadium lighting was heavenly, and he seemed so into the music, it just made for the perfect picture of him. I planned to set it as my lock screen as soon as we got back to the hotel.

there was not much different about the last few songs, except for the fact that I was exhausted and out of breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't have a voice in the morning, either.

as the last chord of the song rang throughout the stadium, Johnnie gripped my waist and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, kissing him back with the same intensity. he pulled away, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

my lower lip quivered as I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, too."

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divine-death2 · 1 month ago

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I am stuck in between doing this or to not do this.... I have this idea of Chris, Ronnie, Noah, Andy and Vessel with the reader, all in one big story, most likely a poly-type-thing.

I would have to be a massive story, because it would be way too rushed if I put them all in a one-shot. Anyway, I am rambling....

Let me know I guess......

#fanfic #pls help #fypage #fyp #chris motionless fanfiction #vessel #andy black #ronnie radke #noah sebastian #fanfiction #polyamory #smut

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mindofrae99 · 18 days ago

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We Listen, and We Don't Judge

Word Count: 3,037

Authors Note: Forgive any awkwardness; I haven’t written smut in a minute. Also, if you get tired of the wholesomeness, it does end with smut, so hang in there or skim. MC is unnamed to allow for reader emersion.

Background: The story picks up right after returning from a dinner date after almost a year of seeing each other.

Ronnie peels me out of the red skin-tight dress, leaving me in only my thin, lacey black undergarments. There has been a hunger in his eyes since I showed up in that dress that I knew dinner would not satisfy. He picks me up with ease, letting our lips collide as I wrap my legs around his waist.

It’s not long until he lowers us onto his pitch-black sheets, his heavily tattooed and muscular body enveloping me. The way his hair hangs over us and the proximity of his neck as he kisses down mine makes it easy to get lost in his scent. Sandalwood, cedar, with a hint of grapefruit. It’s intoxicating.

I grab his face and drag it away from the base of my neck where he undoubtedly just left a hickey and kiss him hungrily. Starting to take the lead, I unbutton his white dress shirt, wanting to see the tattoos underneath. He had begun blacking out most of them before we met, but the ones on his chest still remained for now.

I throw the shirt, not caring where it lands, before undoing his belt slowly, trying to tease him, but I notice the distant look in his eyes. I pause as he begins pulling away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask softly as he removes himself from over me, resting on the other side of the bed with a sigh.

He shakes his head lightly, his eyes distant, clearly deep in thought.

“Ronnie,” I whisper as I crawl onto his lap, gently touching his cheek. He leans into my palm, taking a deep breath of the lingering perfume on my wrist.

“I- I need to tell you something, but I—”

“But you’re scared I’ll judge,” I finish for him, seeing it in his eyes.

He nods lightly, “I know that’s totally not fair to you because you’re anything but judgemental. I just… I can’t get rid of this fucking feeling in my gut.”

“Don’t force yourself to talk about it if you don’t want to, Ronnie.”

“No, I want to. I just don’t know how…. I’m not used to being open and honest and shit.”

“Would it help if we talked it through? Or if I just shut up and let you talk it out?”

“I don’t know…. I just don’t want to scare you away,” he mumbles, running his hands up and down my thighs gently.

I grab one of his hands from my thigh, holding it in mine. “Ronnie, I’m not going anywhere.”

We sit silently for a moment before he takes a deep breath. “You already know about my past and all, with the fucking charges and everything else.”

I nod lightly, caressing my thumb over his blacked-out knuckles.

“Well… living through that shit does things to people, permanent things.” He shakes his head lightly, gripping my hand harder. “I have PTSD and anxiety because of all that shit….”

I stare at him, unsure if he wants me to respond.

“God, I sound like such a bitch!” He suddenly shouts, shoving his hands through his long black hair.

“No, you don’t, Ronnie,” I almost shout, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Honestly, after what you went through, I would be surprised if you didn’t have PTSD.”

“So… So you don’t think I’m less of a man for being damaged?”

“What?! Ronnie, who told you you were damaged or less of a man just because you have anxiety and PTSD?” I feel my cheeks heat with anger. I grab his chin and make his eyes meet mine, “Who, Ronnie?”

“Past exes.”

I nod lightly, “Well, that’s why they’re exes…. Ronnie, it doesn’t make you any less of a man or damaged or anything of that sort just because you went through some bullshit. You’re human.”

We sit in silence, his hand still in mine.

“Ronnie, if you truly think you’re damaged from your PTSD, then I must be damaged too.”

His brown eyes snap up to mine, “What?”

“If you think you’re damaged–”

“No, I heard that but… PTSD?”

“Among many other things, yeah,” I say with a shrug.

“Wait… Explain.”

I shrug again, “I’ve had years to process it, but of course, it never fully goes away…. I have PTSD from bad relationships.”

Ronnie sits in shock, opening and closing his mouth until he finds the words. “Bad relationships, not like…”

“For two years, my first-ever boyfriend did things to me that I didn’t always want…. I was still in high school and unaware it was even wrong.”

Ronnie looks ready to kill, but I squeeze his hand, bringing his attention back to me.

“But I got out, relatively unharmed, until my senior year when I dated someone super manipulative. It did a lot of damage…. But my point is, as much as it sucks to have, it's fairly common. And if I judged you for having PTSD, I would be a hypocrite since I also have PTSD.”

“I- I didn’t know.”

I smile weakly, “I don’t really talk about it much since I try not to live in the past. It helps keep the episodes at bay.”

Ronnie leans forward and hugs me tightly, eventually leaning back on the pile of pillows again.

“And… if we’re being open and honest, I suppose I should tell you about my physical health issues.” I take his stare as a cue to continue. “My back has a list of issues, but I’ll likely need surgery one day. I manage symptoms with monthly visits to massage therapists and chiropractors…. But when it flares up, I can hardly move. I become a different person.”

“But that’s not your fault,” Ronnie cuts in.

“Neither is your PTSD,” I reply loudly with a smile.

Ronnie shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

“And… And I have a condition that causes infertility.”

Ronnie glides his thumb over my knuckles. The comforting roles reversing.

“It took a toll on me mentally and physically. I know… I know we don’t talk about kids a lot, but at one point in my life, I really wanted them, and I guess I still kind of do. But after trying for years with my ex, I just can’t put myself through that again.”

“What happened?” Ronnie asks gently.

“My ex and I had been dating for years, lived together and everything. We decided to start trying since we knew it might be a struggle with my diagnosis. Well, two years later and still nothing…. They tested both of us. Of course, he was fine, it was me…. I had such low levels it was going to be hard to conceive naturally. We couldn’t afford IVF or anything of that sort, so after another year of trying, the relationship just kind of fell apart. We both wanted a future together that my body couldn’t support.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look up from our clasped hands. “It took me a while to get over being unable to, and some days I’m still not. The doctors say to lessen my symptoms, I should just get it removed, but I can’t put myself through that. I know the chances are low, but if I take it out… If I take it out–”

“That chance is gone,” Ronnie finishes for me.

I look up, nodding lightly. “I can’t take away that tiny sliver of hope that still lingers in the back of my mind. I’d rather suffer until I go through menopause than take it out early and lose that chance.”

“You would make a great mom….” Ronnie whispers as he lifts a hand to my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t realized was there.

I let out a soft laugh, wiping my cheeks aggressively. “So, you’re messed up, I’m messed up–”

“Sounds like the perfect pair to me,” Ronnie smiles, the light returning to his eyes.

We both laugh as he runs his hands up and down my thighs, the hunger slowly returning.

“I love you for you, Ronnie; nothing else can change that.”

“Nothing?” He chuckles, testing me.

“Okay, well, three things can change my opinion of you.” Ronnie sits up straighter, his face turning serious. “Harming animals, harming people, and harming me, which includes cheating or open relation—”

“Oh, I’m not sharing you. You’re mine,” Ronnie almost growls as he grabs my wrists and pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I roll my eyes with a slight laugh, “As long as you don’t cross those lines, we’ll be fine.”

“Good thing I’m not the man everyone makes me out to be.”

We laugh deeply before I look up at him and whisper, “I’m glad we talked….”

“Me too,” Ronnie smiles, “cause now I’m going to leave you speechless.” He suddenly pushes me down on the bed, hovering over me once more.

“Oh my god, that was so cheesy, Ronnie,” I laugh, covering my face with my hands.

“Hey.” Ronnie removes my hands, staring deep into my green eyes, “Have I ever let you down before?”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at his cockyness, “No, I guess not.”

“Exactly.”

Ronnie leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and abdomen. He pauses momentarily at the small incision scars along my lower abdomen, leaving a softer kiss on each one. It sends shivers down my spine; he knows it since he looks up at me with a wicked smirk.

He pulls at my lacy underwear, throwing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes. He kisses my inner thigh, softly nipping at it, making me squirm like he loves to do. He kisses his way closer before suddenly diving in, making me gasp. I can feel his smile against my lips as his tongue makes circles around my clit. Slower. Faster. Like he’s hypnotizing me. Maybe he is, but who cares? It feels too damn good to care.

Soon he’s licking, sucking, and nipping at a faster pace, easing his fingers in and out of me. He pauses when I’m close to the edge, a whine escaping my lips. Ronnie smiles as he removes the lacy bra and begins sucking on my nipples, his one hand playing with the other.

Although it feels good, it's not as good as what he was just doing down there. And he knows it. He’s torturing me. He always says it's to make the moment last longer, but I think it’s pure torture. He can sense me coming down slowly from the edge, backing away from the pure bliss that could have been.

Ronnie smiles wickedly as he plunges his fingers back inside me, aggressively pumping in and out. His fingers curve slightly to hit the right spot as the weight of his body against me presses down from the outside. I gasp as my body races to the edge again.

But then he stops, returning to my breasts, teasing me. My legs quake as another whine escapes my lips. I can’t stand it. He left me so close to the edge that it's painful.

“Ronnie,” I barely get out.

Ronnie smiles as he plunges his fingers deep inside me, curving them as I approach the edge again. He pumps them faster, in and out, until I can’t bear it. Ronnie’s lips are suddenly on mine, absorbing my gasps as I tumble over.

His kisses grow gentle as my body relaxes and twitches from the release. He slowly removes his orgasm-covered fingers and lifts himself off the bed. I don’t know where he walks off to; I’m too tired to look and see. He returns with a towel from the bathroom, drying his hands and face.

“Did I render you speechless?” He asks with a smirk as he tosses the towel.

I can’t find the energy to reply, so I roll my eyes, knowing what’s coming next.

“I’ll take that eye roll as a yes.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, and I want to push him off for that comment, but all I can manage is smacking my hand against the covers.

“Clearly, I didn’t do a good enough job; you still have sass left in you.”

“Hey!” I find the energy to say.

“She speaks!” Ronnie announces dramatically, raising his hands in the air.

I find myself sitting up on the bed, motivated by pure ‘fuck you’ energy. Ronnie almost looks shocked as I force him to stand in front of me.

“Don’t look so shocked, Ronald,” I announce up to him as my fingers make quick work of his pants. “Have I ever left you hanging?”

Ronnie shakes his head no, unable to find words as I let his pants drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. I’ve done this with him many times, but tonight feels different. I grasp him gently in my hand, finding him still slightly hard from when he finished me. He lets out a breath at my touch, showing me just how sensitive of a state he’s in. Before he can realize it, I wrap my mouth around him entirely.

Ronnie gasps, grabbing my shoulder tightly as I move my tongue around him. I can feel him growing harder, larger, as he takes more of my mouth. I suck harder and faster until I slow down suddenly, and he’s the one whimpering. I remove him completely from my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes as I kiss his thigh, gently nipping at his skin like he did to me.

I move to return him to my mouth, but his hand runs through my hair and grabs it at the base of my skull. He gently pulls my head back to look at him.

“If you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back,” he says, his voice rough.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” I ask softly, reaching out with my hand. He catches my wrist with his other hand, giving me a look I knew too well.

He needed to be inside me. He needed me around him. Nothing else would do. Nothing else would fill that hunger that had been growing all night.

Ronnie quickly picks me up off the bed, wrapping my legs around him as he pushes my back against the nearest wall.

I wait for it, for him, but nothing happens. I look up into his soft brown eyes and find them lost again.

“Ronnie, what is it?” I ask gently, caressing his cheek with one hand to bring his attention back to me.

“I just thought, and you can say no, and I would understand, but… What if– what if we went without protection tonight?” Ronnie tries to read my expression as his gaze scans my face. “I know I’m the one who always fucking wants to use it, but I thought… After everything that we talked about earlier… I just thought– I just realized that I’m okay with that sliver of a chance coming true. I want to make it come true for you.”

“Ronnie–”

He interrupts me, “I understand if you don’t want to go through that again. I just thought–”

I kiss him gently, stopping his speech. I pull away after a few seconds.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Ronnie looks in disbelief, so I whisper it again. “Yes, Ronnie.”

His face lights up before he kisses me passionately, his hunger evident.

He stops to ease himself inside me, going slow as I take him in. I expect him to start moving when he’s entirely inside me, but he’s still. I try to kiss him gently to ease the tension, but he pulls away.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Concentrating.”

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“You feel so fucking amazing around me I could go right now… I’m trying– I’m trying to make it last, but I don’t think I can…” His expression looks pained cause he wants to make it enjoyable for me too, rather than focusing on his own pleasure.

“There’s always round two,” I say with a smile. His eyes catch mine, almost twinkling with the notion I just proposed.

“It's gonna have to be a hard and fast first round, I can’t–”

“Hey, what happened to the Ronnie Radke that was oh so confident he could render me speechless, huh?” I egg him on, knowing it will be the push he needs.

I was right.

Ronnie smiles wickedly as he begins thrusting in and out of me aggressively, colliding his lips against mine. Our tongues dance along with our hips as I feel him approaching the edge. His breathing turns ragged as he pulls away from the kiss.

I pull his neck to my lips, leaving a hickey buried within the blacked-out tattoos as he cums inside me.

Ronnie lowers his forehead to my shoulder, his heavy breathing tickling my neck. He reluctantly pulls out as he kisses my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. I can feel our fluids mixing on the inside of my thighs as he leads me back to the bed, setting me down gently.

“So gentle after destroying my insides.” I joke.

Ronnie laughs, “I didn’t realize till after that the wall might have been a bad choice for your back.”

“Who said I wasn’t okay blowing out my back getting fucked against a wall by you? I’d rather that than any mundane thing.”

We laugh as he lays down on the bed next to me. Ronnie pulls me against his chest, his breath still ragged as he runs his hand up and down my spine. Despite the heat radiating off his skin, his touch sends shivers down my whole body.

We lay in silence for several minutes. Slowly, our breathing syncs as we come down from our highs. He reaches for my chin and pulls my face up to his, kissing me softly.

The kisses slowly grow needier as they deepen. Soon, his sweating, muscular, tattooed body is over mine, pinning both my wrists above my head.

He’s sucking and nipping at my neck, my nipples, anything he can reach while still keeping my wrists pinned, undoubtedly leaving more hickeys across my body.

“I think it's time for that round two you promised me.”

#ronnie radke #writing #fanfiction #falling in reverse

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splendidreads · 1 year ago

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Anyone got some Pete Wentz or Ronnie Radke stories that aren’t cringey? 😂❤️☠️

#Ronnie Radke #Pete Wentz #Fanfiction #smut #Pete Wentz smut #ronnie radke smut

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punkypink · 10 months ago

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my friends found my wattpad account

WHAT DO I DO

#escape the fate #falling in reverse #max green #ronnie radke #wattpad #fanfiction #emo #violentnewbreed

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silent-stories · 25 days ago

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I don't judge people on the fanfiction they write, but I'll judge you if you write ronnie radke fanfiction.

#even block you #.

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dino-boyo-agere · 2 years ago

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Okay, hear me out...

Some of you may know that I'm working on a modern day Stranger Things au fanfiction (it's an Age Regression fic, where the world of Mr. Robot meets Stranger Things) and I literally can't stop thinking about how Eddie would be obsessed with the music from "Falling in Reverse" / Ronnie Radke!!

Like, think about it..

It just fits!!!

And he'd pull Dustin right into it aswell, no doubt 'bout it..

.･｡ﾟ×ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.✧.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ☆ﾟ×ﾟ｡･.

Also: The music video to their "Superhero" was a whole darn homage to/ parody of Stranger Things, so..

.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･».ﾟ°･⁠✧ ↓ DNI ↓ ✧･° ﾟ.«･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.

banner by @froggy-clubhouse <3

#this is canon now.. dont you dare to try and fight me on this!!!#stanger things #stranger things headcanon #stranger things headcanons #stranger things modern au #sfw interaction only #sfw agere #sfw #stranger things agere #agere stranger things

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goatlingsvent · 1 year ago

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theenforcer just linked to their neocities in the public goatlings forums, which not only hosts a plethora of content banned on goatlings, but also hosts their falling in reverse/ronnie radke RPF fanfiction. one of these fanfictions includes what i can only describe as a "fix-it" au in which ronnie radke gets teleported to the future before he can kill that guy, and then when he goes back in time he decides not to kill him. they wrote a fix it fic for a real life murder

🐯

#goatlingsvent #theenforcer

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mareikeschreibt · 3 days ago

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#fanfiction #ronnieradke

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hearts4golbach · 1 year ago

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Fandoms/People I Write For.

I take requests for:

youtubers:

johnnie guilbert

jake webber

tara yummy

colby brock

sam golbach

celebrities

billie eilish

josh hutcherson

finn wolfhard

sally face:

sal fisher

larry johnson

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years ago

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Ronnie Radke Masterlist

**Please note - Because Ronnie has shown himself to be little more than a deplorable arsehole in his views in recent years, I will no longer write for him. Leaving these works that I created prior to reaching for conclusion for others to enjoy without judgement, though!**

Lost Time

Ruined

Unholy

Bath Time

No Sleep ‘till Sunrise

The Hookup

Without you I’m Nothing (Ronnie Radke/OFC)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Six

Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Fifty

#ronnie radke #ronnie radke fanfiction #ronnie radke fanfic #ronnie radke fic #ronnie radke smut #ronnie radke falling in reverse #ronnie radke x ofc #ronnie radke x oc #Falling in Reverse #falling in reverse fanfiction #falling in reverse fanfic #falling in reverse fic

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misguidedswagger · 3 years ago

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trust: chapter 2

w/c: 3.4k

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Y/n said nothing as her older brother and his friends continued to buzz about their very new signing. She hummed to herself as she placed the cake in the oven before cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes, utensils, and then drying them. Y/n pursed her lips before she turned to face her brother once again,

“Bren?” She asked softly, resting her hips on the counter as she crossed her arms. Her brother lifted his head and quirked a brow towards her, still looking at Spencer as they conversed about some of the songs they would possibly be changing up for their new sound, like Time To Dance, Camisado, and Nails For Breakfast.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Brendon teased his baby sister. With a huff and roll of her eyes, Y/n pushed herself off the counter by her hips, making herself busy. “Was gonna ask if you needed your laundry done. But after the nickname, fuck you, do it yourself.”

Spencer snorted at her comment, “Damn, kiss your mother with that mouth?” Another eye roll later, Y/n sent an annoyed middle finger to Spencer, checking the timer she’d set on the oven. “I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes, losers.” The girl spoke before running upstairs to her room, grabbing her laundry and throwing it into the machine.

Ryan’s gaze trailed after her slowly and rested on the stairwell straight ahead of him. He cleared his throat before walking to his friends sitting at the kitchen’s bar. Ryan opened his mouth to contribute to the conversation before Brendon interrupted him. “I think we need to celebrate our tremendous feat. Whaddaya guys say, huh? What if we throw a mega banger in celebration of our signing?” Brendon wiggled both of his elbows into both Spencer and Ryan, causing the two to laugh softly.

“Here?” Jon asked, a brow raised. Brendon spun around in his chair and nodded before leaning back and crossing his arms. “Hell yeah, here! This is where the magic happened, baby! Obviously it’s gotta be here!”

A set of hands and a chin found their home on Ryan’s shoulders. He looked at the girl who was suddenly back downstairs among him, her brother, and their friends, “What’s gotta be here?” Y/n queried, once again completely oblivious to the fact that she was making Ryan’s heart race a mile a minute. Ryan would usually focus on the words leaving the girl’s mouth, but right now, he had to focus on calming himself down so Y/n wouldn’t hear or feel his speedy heartbeat, or notice his sudden loss of breath.

Spencer spoke up now, his arms crossed over his chest as he spun to face the younger Urie, “Your big brother wants to throw a celebratory signing party. You down?” He smirked at her before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a soda from the second rack.

With a small hum in thought, she asked softly, “I’m invited?” Ryan spoke before he even realized he did,

“Yes!” He shouted, before shrinking down in embarrassment, a tinge of red fanning over his cheeks. He held his face in his hands, muttering apologies. “I’m sorry—Just…” He didn’t even need to look up to know his friends were staring at him intently, and Jon was giving him a stern, almost motherly, look. Clearing his throat, the guitarist continued, “Just surprised at the fact that you’d think you weren’t invited after everything you’ve done for us. You proofread our-“

Y/n interrupted now, “Your.” She whispered, standing up straight as she offered a reassuring shoulder squeeze. “My lyrics.” He corrected sheepishly,

“You made food for us when we had long sessions, made us hot chocolate, coffee.. God, you’ve always supported us, you’ve always been our number one fan…” Ryan trailed off, having to stop himself before he got too ahead of himself and started going on about his love and overall adoration for her.

Y/n had a hand over her heart and opened her mouth to speak before Spencer spoke up again, “And not to mention, you always made sure we got rest of some sort, whether it be small breaks, actual sleep itself, or you just talking to us to bounce ideas off of.” He took another sip of his soda before going back over to Jon and Brendon.

Jon spoke up now, “Ya always made sure we were hydrated too, ran to the store for us when we needed paper, pens, or other bullshit like that. Food, etcetera, etcetera. You’ve been a great help, kid. Ya need to hold yourself to a higher standard.”

Isn’t that right? Ryan thought to himself, nodding in agreement with Jon, subtly looking towards him. Before Y/n could thank the boys, her brother walked to her side and threw his arm around her shoulders, giving her a noogie as he gave his thanks to her,

“What would I have done without my little sis always making me food, doing my laundry, and my chores so I could be with the guys? You’re the best, Y/n. We really love you, and of course we want–no, need you at this party! Couldn’t have gotten this far without you!” With a large smile, the youngest in the room nodded.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll start getting the house ready-” She gave her brother a quick squeeze before slithering out of his grip to start preparing for the party. Ryan stopped her though and grabbed her hand, causing Y/n to turn towards his voice, “Woah, woah. We are gonna get the house ready together.”

Unbeknownst to Ryan, Spencer grew wary of his bandmate’s hands on the frontman’s little sister. Jon, completely oblivious to Spencer’s glare, nudged him, “Older Urie’s gonna send out invites and all that shit, but me ‘n Spence’ll help out, don’t worry.” Jon smiled, walking towards Y/n and Ryan. The girl grinned and gave Ryan’s hand a quick squeeze before moving forward to hug the others. Ryan hadn’t realized how long his hands had lingered on Y/n until she was out of his grip, she just felt so much like home. It was scary.

As Y/n flew into Spencer and Jon’s hugs, she hadn’t noticed the very obviously fake smile on Spencer’s face. No one had the opportunity to before an annoying ringing sound echoed through the kitchen. Y/n pulled away and clapped her hands excitedly,

“Yay! Cake!”

Y/n was in her room getting ready for the party as she heard new voices under the blaring music entering her house. She looked in the mirror, brushing invisible specks of dirt off of herself, smoothing her outfit down as much as she could. With a frustrated sigh, she held her face in her hands.

“You look beautiful. What’s stressing you out?” A voice asked her from the doorway, causing her face to shoot up out of her hands. She stayed staring at herself in the mirror, staring at him through the mirror. He kicked himself off the door frame as she spoke.

“I don’t know, I guess this party just feels different because of the event it's celebrating.” Ryan walked up behind her and let his hands rest in his pockets as he looked her in the eyes through the mirror, “Hey, you’ve got nothing to stress over.” Tentatively, he placed his hands on her shoulders, flicking his eyes back to hers, silently asking if he could continue. With a silent nod from Y/n, Ryan began to rub her shoulders, much to Y/n’s pleasure.

“If anything, it should be us stressing, it’s our signing party.” The elder reassured, causing a smile to finally find its home on the girl’s face. She smiled brightly at Ryan and turned around and gave him a tight hug. “Thank you.” She said softly and sweetly. Ryan smiled and let his chin rest on her shoulder as he embraced every inch of her hug. His hands found solitude on her waist as he pulled her in tighter.

“For the record, Ross, you look very handsome yourself, and you give incredible hugs.” Y/n complimented, letting go of the hug when she heard one of her favorite songs playing downstairs. She grabbed Ryan’s hand and dragged him down the stairs with her before forcing him to dance with her.

Ryan laughed and Y/n spun messily to the song playing, but when she grabbed his hand, he let his body take over. He gave her a proper spin, causing her to giggle, a sound Ryan swore he could never get over. Y/n rested her hand in Ryan’s, her other on his shoulder. She stopped laughing as much and only smiled, maintaining eye contact with Ryan the entire time, and he did the same.

When the song ended, Y/n smiled wider and stepped back, “Thank you for going along with that. That was really fun! Want a drink?” She pointed towards the drink table, and Ryan nodded. “You continue dancing, Urie, I’ll grab the drinks.” He grinned at her, causing her to cheer and nod, already dancing to the next song.

With a small laugh, Ryan walked over to where Y/n had previously pointed, grabbing two red solo cups. He was in the process of pouring their drinks when he felt an elbow in his side. Ryan snapped his eyes up to the culprit, not surprised to see Jon connected to the elbow that’d nudged him. “I saw you two lovebirds. Finally spill the secret?” Jon teased, causing Ryan to turn his face away from his friend’s burning stare, in an attempt to hide his blush. “Holy shit! You still haven’t told her!” Jon basically yelled, causing Ryan to shove his shoulder,

“Dude, shut it!” He pleaded, quickly glancing around to make sure no one else had heard their conversation. Jon laughed heartily before shaking his head, “Man, you gotta tell her! Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, which won’t happen, it definitely will go somewhere, she has a right to know!” Jon said seriously, offering an encouraging smile. He placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and rubbed it, “Trust me, Ryan. It’s better to be rejected than to regret not saying something.”

Jon and Ryan’s conversation was interrupted as another person walked up, “Hey, guys! Crazy turn out, huh? Told ya I’m a god at invites!” Brendon placed a hand on both of their shoulders and smiled, “What were you two talking about?” Ryan tried not to show his panic when Brendon asked that, and before Ryan could stutter through an excuse, Jon bit the bullet and saved Ryan’s skin.

“Was asking Ryan for some advice about the girl over there.” Jon gestured lazily to a group of girls in another room, taking a sip. “Wanna walk over with me Bren? Ryan’s too nervous to just walk over with me and I need backup.” Jon offered, looking at Brendon hopefully.

Brendon blew a raspberry at Ryan and held an “L” on his forehead to him, “Of course I’ll go with you Jon, I’m not a pussy.” He laughed before clapping Ryan on the back, “Kidding, I get it. Enjoy the party man, I know Jon certainly will.” He smiled.

As the two walked away, Jon turned his head and winked at Ryan before turning back around quickly. Ryan smiled a tight smile and nodded at Jon before turning to walk back with his and Y/n’s drinks. However, as he turned to walk back in her direction, he collided with another body, startling him. He turned back around to see he’d bumped into the girl he’d been on the way back to. With a laugh, she took a cup from Ryan, “What took ya so long?”

Ryan gestured to the room that Jon and Brendon were currently in, “Oh, ya know, your brother.” He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink. She laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah, he can be quite the handful sometimes. I’d know.” The two of them laughed together before walking over to another corner of the room to get out of the way of the people dancing in the middle of the living room.

Ryan leaned against the wall, drink in hand, free hand either in his pocket or gesturing with his sentences, as Y/n was standing, slowly sipping her drink, more listening than talking. Their conversation was going pretty well when all of a sudden, a guy slammed into Y/n, spilling his drink all over her, causing Y/n to shiver at the sudden cold liquid seeping through her shirt.

The drunk guy looked up at Y/n and muttered an apology before doing a double take, “Oh, holy shit. You’re Brent’s ex right?” Y/n’s face paled and Ryan stood up straight, eyeing the guy angrily. Clearly, the drunk moron didn’t realize that no one wanted to talk about that, “Yeah, you gotta be. I remember your brother or whoever goin’ batshit on him in the middle of that party, almost two years ago now, right?”

Ryan shoved him, “Get the fuck away from her. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.” The man looked up at Ryan now, “Go home, Ronnie.” Ryan snarled at him. “You’ve had enough to drink, anyway.” Ronnie looked up at Ryan and raised a brow,

“Since when are you two dating?” He flicked his eyes over to Y/n, who looked to be on the edge of tears. “You settle for Ryan here just because you missed fucking one of your brother’s friends?” And that was it, the wall that Y/n had built up had come crashing down with waterworks.

Y/n ran upstairs, sobbing. Ryan shoved Ronnie into a wall and immediately followed after her, calling her name. “Y/n!” He watched her door slam shut, and against his better judgment, opened the door without knocking, “Y/n, look what he said-” He looked up at her shriek and saw her shirtless, “Shit, I’m so sorry!” He put his hand back on the knob to close it, but before he could reach the knob, she spoke up.

“Wait! Don’t… Don’t leave me.” She pleaded softly, breaking Ryan’s heart. He held a hand over his eyes and still kept his eyes down, though it was pointless to do both. He shut the door behind him and stood in the corner with his back to her. “I won’t leave but I won’t look. Just tell me when you’re done, okay?”

Y/n let out a small hum of affirmation and Ryan sighed shakily, waiting patiently. After a minute or so, Y/n pulled him off the wall by his shoulder and uncovered his eyes. “You change qui-”

Ryan wore a nervous smile on his face as he finally brought his hands off his eyes. He froze when he realized what he was looking at: a shirtless Y/n. “Oh-my god.” he stuttered out, his cheeks turning bright red as he turned his face away, “Y/n, I-” Her soft hand reached up to his cheek and turned him back towards her. “This is w-wrong, Y/n, you’re not thinking right, you’re upset, you-I don’t want to take advantage of you, I-”

She hushed him and smiled, “You’re not taking advantage of anyone, Ryan. Promise.” Ryan swallowed hard as she took a step closer to him. The boy’s breath grew more jagged as his crush stepped closer and closer to him. Ryan finally took things upon himself, he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her deeply as Y/n’s hands moved to his hair.

Ryan’s heart jumped to his throat. This was all he’d ever wanted, to be able to kiss Y/n, to hold her in his arms, this was the moment he’d dreamt of for as long as he could remember. So why did things feel so strange? He’d imagined this situation playing out several times and he’d planned everything down to a t, how he’d hold her, exactly how he’d kiss her, how softly he’d-

Ryan’s train of thought was interrupted when Y/n brought him back to her bed, yanking his shirt off of him and shoving him down as she sat on her knees in front of him. Y/n brought her hands to Ryan’s belt and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Ryan’s lips were trapped between his teeth as he watched her tear-jerkingly slow movements. She shuffled his pants down and Ryan raised his hips to help her, looking deep into her lust flooded eyes–matching his.

Ryan smiled down at her, raising a hand to pet her hair, “Is this your first-Oh, fuck.” Ryan’s own moans cut off his question as his head fell back as his hand moved to clench the bedsheets under him. Now, by no means was Ryan a virgin, in any sense of the word, but there was something about Y/n that just made everything feel like it was his first. He could only hope he was her first, but by the way she was skillfully moving her head up and down, followed by the swirling of her tongue, he was positive he wasn’t.

He decided not to focus on that, but on the fact that this was even happening. Ryan moaned her name, “Y/n, fuck.” He let his eyes flutter shut and Y/n felt a zap of electricity shoot from her mouth to her toes. She loved the hold she had on him. She added her hand to Ryan’s cock and from that point on, his groans got even dirtier. Y/n’s heart began to race in arousal and anxiety, she’d never had anyone wound around her finger so tight, but it felt great.

Ryan’s moans were heavenly. Y/n wanted more and more, so she did everything she knew how. She looked up at him and started to bob her head faster, licking up his cock to his tip. She flicked her tongue across his slit and Ryan swore he’d never moaned louder; she was so much better than he could’ve imagined, and he imagined a lot. They were both grateful for the booming music downstairs, or else they certainly would’ve been caught.

Ryan sucked in a deep breath through his teeth and let a hand find its way in her hair and he tugged on it softly. Y/n moaned softly, sending a delicious vibration up Ryan’s cock. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re so good at this~” At the praise, she slightly sped up her movements and continued to look up at him, smirking when his face twitched, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, Y/n kept her head down and let him spill into the back of her throat, riding out his high with him. Involuntarily, Ryan bucked his hips into mouth with another small moan.

He looked down at her and caressed the side of her face, running his thumb over her cheek. “So beautiful. You gonna spit it out?” Y/n instead stuck her tongue out of her mouth and showed him his cum before swallowing it.

Ryan’s face lit up in a blush and he licked his lips before pulling her off the floor by her face, kissing her deeply. With a hand on the back of her head, he stood up and lightly pushed her on the bed before unclasping her bra with one hand, causing her to blush and turn away. “Guess this isn’t your first time.” Ryan smiled softly and turned her face back towards him, “No, but I know this’ll be my best time.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply, sliding off her bra in the process. He sat up now, his knees on either side of her. Y/n swallowed hard and tried her best to maintain eye contact, but it was evident that she was anxious.

Ryan immediately picked up on this and did a double take, “Shit, are you a virgin? We shouldn’t-” Ryan went to step off of her, but Y/n grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“I want you to be my first, Ryan. Please.” Y/n begged softly, causing a whole other side of Ryan to take over.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked, his hand on her cheek again. The girl sat up and shook her head, “Bren has some in his nightstand drawer. You can go grab one.” She spoke timidly before Ryan nodded, basically sprinting to her brother’s room.

She giggled at his speed, but when he was back and shut the door, it sunk in that she was really about to do this. Ryan resumed his position above her and shuffled her underwear down, before running his fingers up and down her sides.

“Are you ready, Y/n?”

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