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lavender-creame · 2 years ago

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Editor's Ecstasy (Ryan Magee x Reader)

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Summary: Supermega hires you as a new editor for them, but right before you moved to LA, you roommates canceled on you. Fortunately, Ryan Magee has a spare room for you.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, boss/ employee relations, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: I pulled an all nighter for this one so y'all best be thankful, mwah <33. You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

The sun would be rising sooner than not; but, for the moment being, darkness stretched across the sky; in Los Angeles, it was never truly dark, though, nor was it quiet. Multicolored lights always dotted the sky, and cars were always rushing. Even from the window of the taxi, you could feel the dryness of the air- west coast summers were notoriously brutal. Clutching your cell phone, with nothing else to do besides wait, you anxiously dialed the unfamiliar number of your soon-to-be roommate who seemingly forgot all about your delayed flight; that was if he had even read the message at all.

The call rang until it hit voicemail, “Hey! You’ve reached Ryan’s cell-” but you hung up before the recorded message could even finish; you had heard it several times already.

Suddenly, you felt your body jolt with the halt of the taxi, and silently, the driver stepped out. As you stood to follow, your thighs stuck to the leather of the seats before peeling off, reminding you of the heat- you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it; the sounds that filled the city, on the other hand, you took note of, figuring it would eventually all become white noise to you in the same way it had for all of the LA natives.

Glancing across the dimly lit parking lot of the apartment complex, your roommate was nowhere to be found and most likely asleep, just as you had expected. Sighing, you decided on giving him one more call before you would just cut your losses and apologize to the taxi driver, asking him to take you to the nearest hotel for the night.

The call rang, once again, but this time you heard a ringing from far behind you, accompanied by the slapping of shoes on the ground. You turned to meet the sound and although the ringing stopped, the footsteps continued until they had found their way into the light of the street lamp that you and the taxi fell under; a wave of relief washing over you, you placed your phone back into your pocket.

Your gaze first met the apologetic smile of your temporary roommate, as well as new boss, before traveling up to meet his eyelids that fell heavy with exhaustion and further up to see his long, deep brown hair fraught with bedhead and thrown into a loose low ponytail. Taking a step back, you studied his figure for a moment, his graphic t-shirt held the form of his broad shoulders and although baggy, tapered a bit at where his waist was, his black shorts were placed low on his hips and his socks were patterned and peeked through his black slides. He looked utterly exhausted and his outfit didn’t match even a bit; you couldn’t help but giggle, although a slight melancholy feeling sat in the back of your mind.

You had obviously seen Ryan before, to an extent, through pictures and videos and such, but this was the first time you had met him in person. In a way, it was a moment you’d dreamed of for years: officially meeting your boss for the job you had always wanted. Unfortunately, however, standing awkwardly in a parking lot wasn’t exactly how you had imagined it; you thought you would walk into an office and shake his hand firmly, you would be dressed in an outfit that made you feel confident, and you would be calm and collected; in your vision, he would be too. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, both of you stood in the stale air of the LA night dressed in pajamas and sweats, bags under your eyes, visibly anxious, messy hair, and exhausted- there was no handshake, and you were less than confident to say the very least. Contrastingly, your focus once again settled on Ryan, and you noticed a modest and natural conviction that seemed to be a part of his aura; he was unfazed, besides his weariness from the late hours of the night. Under the soft light of the street lamp, the details of his face weren’t the easiest to make out, but you noticed a kindness to his features.

Out of breath, Ryan repented, “Y/n, oh my god. I am so sorry, I hope you didn’t have to stand out here too long.”

The sheepish look of Ryan was hard not to tease, but it was clear he was more embarrassed about keeping you waiting than how he looked; either way, you were just thankful that you wouldn’t have to spend your night looking for a room at a hotel. As you replied with gentle reassurance, he peaked over your shoulder to the taxi driver unpacking your bags. Ryan had obviously just then noticed his presence, and quickly left you by the passenger door, waddling over to join him.

Standing at the trunk next to the driver, Ryan huffed out an apology to him as well, fumbling with his wallet in the process. Eventually, he managed to pull out a few bills to pay for the fare and a few more for a sizable tip, assumingly to make up for any time the driver had to waste waiting for him.

You tried to stop Ryan, but there was no point. The taxi driver was already stepping back into the car, not caring who paid him as long as he got what he was due, and as for Ryan, the only response he humored you with was a long, hearty yawn. You groaned, already trying to come up with ways you would make it up to him; you felt guilty, but he was indifferent.

The taxi left the lot, leaving you and Ryan with all the luggage that littered the pavement. You cringed, already regretting packing so much. The only thought in your mind was sleep and the last thing you wanted to do was to take two trips up to the apartment; immediately, you began scoping out just how many bags you thought you could manage to carry at once, attempting mental math. On the other hand, Ryan had already stepped in front of you and began to pile bags onto himself.

You watched Ryan from behind in awe, appreciating his spontaneity, and even more, the way the backpack straps hugged his broad shoulders when he threw them over his bicep. Almost instantly, however, you caught yourself, and quickly looked away as your cheeks heated; you were a bit embarrassed that you were looking at your boss in such a way, you weren’t sure why you did it.

Once he was finished, completely covered in bags, he had one backpack on each shoulder, a large duffle bag thrown across his chest, and was holding smaller bags in each hand, leaving you with only a small suitcase to pull behind you and a tote bag you were already holding.

Seemingly too tired to genuinely talk, Ryan mumbled a quaint, “This way,” and nodded towards the apartments as he started forward. You quickly jogged to catch up with him before meeting his pace as he led the way through the building. After he guided you down several, identical, barely lit hallways you stopped keeping track of the path he took and instead pondered how you had managed to room with your boss in the first place.

A month earlier, you had found yourself fresh out of film school and pulling yet another all-nighter while finishing some video projects clients had requested for you to edit and record. Long story short, you had received an email from Supermega for an editor and cameraman. Even though you hadn’t really heard of Matt and Ryan before, you quickly accepted after looking up their channel. Unfortunately, a few days before leaving for California, your would-be roommates called saying they had given the room to someone else and after searching for a place to stay with no luck, Ryan said he had an extra room for you until you could get on your feet.

Traveling up the elevator to the seventh floor, the two of you arrived at his, and now your, apartment.

“We’re here,” Ryan snapped you out of your sleepy daze.

You watched as he gently set down the luggage he was holding to feel for his keys in his pocket, before crossing his hand over to his other and finally finding them.

As you watched Ryan drowsily search for his keys, you stood next to him, a bit self-conscious that Ryan was doing so much for you; you hoped he didn’t mind. As he swiftly pulled the keys out from the pocket of his shorts, they slipped from his grasp; you were already moving to pick them up from the carpeted ground, but so was he.

Your fingers met atop the keys and you froze, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. At this point, you were suddenly more than thankful for the dark hallways, as you were sure a light blush had reached your cheeks. The distance between the two of you was so short that you were close enough then to take in his scent and notice the patterns in the browns of his eyes; you stared at his lips. Ryan lifted his hand carefully, and you made the move to grab the keyring, the two of you standing up at the same time. You studied his scruffy jawline for just a moment before quickly taking a step back and moving your focus over to the door, then back to him.

“Sorry, I just-” you mumbled out, “here,” you raised your hand awkwardly, handing him the keys.

“Um- yeah, okay,” Ryan nodded before opening the door.

You lifted the bag he had set on the ground and wandered into the dark apartment; Ryan held the door for you. “Lights,” Ryan sleepily grumbled, nodding his head towards the light switch as he set down your bags.

Once the lights were on, you took a step forward, studying the apartment. It was a nice open concept and you were standing in the small kitchen with an island that led into a living space with a comfy-looking couch. The apartment wasn’t particularly dirty, but there were definitely a few objects and clothing littered around.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ll get it in the morning, it’s just been a busy few weeks- which is why you’re here, obviously, but yeah um…” He stated in a sort of jumbled mess of words.

Rubbing his eyes, he led you to a door and opened it. “This is actually my bedroom, but I was using yours as a storage space and- you know what?” he cut himself off, yawning, “It’s not worth explaining, we’ll talk in the morning,” and with that, he waddled over to the couch and plopped down, cozying himself up with a soft blanket and gray decorative pillow, “Night.”

Finally realizing he meant for you to take his bed, in his room, you began to protest, “Ryan what are you talking about? I can’t take your bed, you’re already so kind for letting me stay here in the first place, and-”, but it was no use. He was already knocked out and it was clear there was no waking him.

You took this opportunity to study his features- they had turned softer in his slumber; you smiled.

After begrudgingly turning off the lights and walking to his room, you stripped to just your panties and the tank top you wore underneath your sweatshirt.

Rolling into bed, you couldn’t help but breathe in the scent that lingered in his bedding. You recognized it from earlier, reminding yourself of the warmth that radiated off his towering figure and becoming a bit thankful for your original apartment plans not working out before giving in to the urge to sleep.

Waking up still surrounded by Ryan’s scent, you yawned, feeling the morning sun on your skin and cherishing the comfiness, before finally deciding to climb out of bed. After slipping on your shorts, you quietly peeked your head out of the bedroom and you saw Ryan still sound asleep on the couch; you let out a sigh of relief. Your eyes gazed across his sleeping form and you remembered the night before- Ryan waking up in the middle of the night for you, paying for your taxi, carrying most of your bags, and most of all, you remembered how the only reason you were even here in the first place was because Ryan was kind enough to let you stay in his apartment. More than grateful for his generosity, you decided that the least you could do was make him some breakfast.

Working quickly before Ryan could wake up, you opened the fridge finding eggs, bacon, some vegetables, and a couple of other ingredients, and began cooking with haste.

As you cracked the second egg for Ryan’s omelet, you heard a big yawn from the couch. Turning towards the sound, you saw a sleepy Ryan who must have taken his hair down. Now that light filled the apartment, you could see him much better, fully appreciating his long brown hair that matched his tired eyes.

“Morning y/n” Ryan mumbled huskily, his deeper morning voice replacing his usual tone while lifting himself from the couch. He began heading for the kitchen, eventually dragging his feet towards the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk before setting it on the island counter.

Taking a big whiff of the air and glimpsing over your shoulder, Ryan suddenly looked a bit more awake, “Wait, are you making breakfast?” he questioned, noticeably intrigued as he tied back up his hair.

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” you greeted him with a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment, “but yeah I made omelets and bacon.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows and nodded looking content with your answer.

You suddenly felt Ryan’s presence behind you as he reached for a cabinet above your head, he was careful not to push his body hard against yours, and instead brushed lightly against your back. As Ryan took the handle of the cabinet with one hand, his fingers lightly held your waist with his other, as if to let you know there was no need for you to move for him. Your tank top had already been raised a bit at your waist so you felt the warmth of his hand clearly, and tried not to pay too much attention to how long his rough fingers lingered on your skin. In this position, you were forced to merely stare down at the omelet you were making in hopes your boss didn’t notice your obvious blush.

As Ryan removed himself, as well as his hand, he set two glasses on the island and spoke as he tilted the now opened carton over one of them, “I’m pouring myself some milk, do you want anything?”

Attempting to collect yourself before answering, you paused, trying to hide your flustered state, “Uh, yeah. I’ll um…” You took a deep breath and shook your head a bit so as to shake the lewd thoughts out of your mind, “I’ll just have water, I guess.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ryan opened the fridge, placing the milk back in, “You sure? I think I have some orange juice that’s still good in here.”

Pulling at the edge of your tank top to cover the skin at your waist that his touch still lingered on, you finally caught your breath replying, “Nope. I’m all good with water.”

With that, Ryan simply shrugged his shoulders and filled your glass before sitting at the island across from where you were cooking.

As you finished, the two of you settled into each other’s silent presence. You could tell just from this small moment together that you and Ryan were similar in many ways; the two of you preferred the quiet to awkward small talk, for you both seemed to understand that there was no rush to getting to know each other and that it would happen in its own time.

Once his omelet was done, you rested it on a plate that you had found in one of the cabinets and slid it in front of Ryan with a serving of bacon.

The two of you ate in silence just appreciating each other’s company and every once in a while, discretely stealing glances.

Ryan eventually broke the silence after taking a sip from his glass, “Thank you for breakfast, of course, but please don’t feel like you need to do this kind of stuff for me. I really don’t mind giving you a place to stay until you can find somewhere else, it’s the least I can do, really.” he said, finishing the last of his bacon.

A bit unsure of how to reply, you decided to ask about your luggage instead, “I wasn’t sure where to move my bags or I would’ve gotten them out of your way.”

Ryan scratched his scruffy beard at your change in topics, figuring it wasn’t worth commenting on. He glanced at your bags sitting at the door.

Letting out a quick huff, Ryan groaned seemingly to himself, “Yeah we gotta do something about that.”

Suddenly, Ryan stood up from the island grabbing both empty plates, and walked them to the sink, leaving you at the island.

As you noticed him begin to wash the dishes, you spoke up to stop him, “I was going to wash those, you weren’t supposed to have to do anything this morning.”

Ryan let you finish your complaint, but paid it little mind, “You cooked, so I clean,” he stated matter of factly.

Nodding, you began to understand Ryan a bit more. You could tell he was a bit stubborn, despite his kindness, clearly enjoying doing things his own way. You took in how Ryan looked, spoke, and moved, silently hoping he was doing the same for you. You had only officially met him a few hours ago, yet you definitely began to catch feelings for him, and were a bit embarrassed of such.

You watched Ryan take each plate carefully in his hand before washing it, and you had noted the tenderness he used. You blushed again thinking about the way Ryan gently caressed your waist the same way his hands ran over the plate, and you wondered if he was just as gentle when-

“So what do you think about all of this so far?” Ryan broke the silence once again, glancing over his shoulder, “Do you think you’ll be able to start working tomorrow?”

Lost in your thoughts, Ryan had startled you, obviously catching you a bit off guard.

Before you could reply, Ryan noticed your surprise and spoke again, pulling his hands out of the soapy water and drying them off before leaning his back on the counter to face you, “What’s on your mind? I hope sharing an apartment with me isn’t too awkward for you. I’m sure you would rather room with another chick, but I wasn’t sure what else to do for the time being,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ryan’s bashful smile from the night before had now returned, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

He was nervous about you not feeling comfortable around him, but in reality, you were lost in your thoughts, thinking about the exact opposite, “What? No! That’s not a problem at all,” you tried to bite down your laughter, so as to convince him of your seriousness, “I couldn’t even begin to express my gratitude for you- I’m just tired from the long flight, that’s all,” you reassured him hoping he’d buy the excuse, “and to answer your question, I’d honestly like to start working today if possible; I like to keep myself busy.”

Ryan stared at you, looking for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation, but seemed pleased enough for the moment being, “Alright,” he nodded and signaled you to follow him.

The two of you wandered away from the kitchen and he silently led you down a short hallway. Eventually, he pointed at two doors explaining that one would be your room, when he finished cleaning it, of course, and the other was the shared bathroom. Then, he opened another door to a room filled with PCs, recording equipment, and other miscellaneous props.

“Back when Matt used to live here, the second desk and computer belonged to him, but when he moved in with his girlfriend,” Ryan rolled his eyes jokingly emphasizing the last word before continuing, “he said he’d been planning to buy a new PC anyways, so he decided to just leave it here. You’re welcome to use it, of course, when we're not at the Supermegaplex that is, but I noticed you also brought a lot of your own stuff too so don’t feel pressured to use anything you don’t want to.”

As Ryan spoke of Supermega, he began to sound more and more like the Ryan you saw in videos; bubbly and a bit sarcastic. You watched him lean on the door frame of the room with his arms crossed, defining his muscular biceps. His eyes lit up as he talked about the channel; you could tell how proud he was of it.

“Anyways, we have a segment to film tomorrow if you’re down, but as for today, I’ll send over the podcast for you to edit. If you have any questions, just let me know,” Ryan finished, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear as he turned out of the room.

You watched him walk down the hallway and open the door of your room with a sigh, clearly not thrilled to clean it. As for you, you settled into what used to be Matt’s chair, closing your eyes for a moment, just taking in the realness of the opportunity given to you. You were so excited to start this new part of your life, especially with Ryan. Trying not to get too attached to the idea of anything more intense happening between the two of you, you opened up Premiere and began editing; your reason for being in LA in the first place.

“RYAN STOP!” Matt screamed childishly into the mic of the recording room as Ryan laughed hysterically on the couch next to him.

Every day, you felt luckier to be in California editing for Matt and Ryan, cherishing every stupid moment with the even stupider Supermega boys; although, it did take some time to get used to parts of their humor (you had to look away on more than a few occasions when one of the boys decided it would be a good time to drop their pants on camera). Your roommate was always a plus too, and by the second week, both of you had gotten accustomed to each other’s presence. You found his introverted nature charming, and although he had a few odd habits, like his obsession with milk, you couldn’t help but feel admiration for his humble attitude and ability to make you laugh.

“Matthew, I have no idea what your problem with me is, but you absolutely need to swallow a chill pill,” Ryan said jokingly in a serious tone as he purposely messed with Matt, “My chill pill, like swallow my pill- my large, erect pill. Get it, Matt? I’m telling you to-”

Matt cut him off, already done with Ryan’s antics, “Yes Ryan. I get that you want me to suck you off, but we’re making a video right now, so it’s going to have to wait.”

You were recording for the boys with one hand on the camera and your other hand placed over your lips, attempting not to laugh. Ryan’s big, brown eyes met with yours as you tried not to make too much noise and he couldn’t help but subconsciously smile at you before continuing with the bit.

By the end of the video, the boys had managed to make quite a mess of the room, including more than one spilled drink, “Shit, Matt. We really fucked up this time,” Ryan said displeased with what they had done.

All three of you studied the floor that had been covered in all kinds of trash and liquid during the recording of a mailroom video.

“Yeah, we should probably start putting down a tarp or something before we record,” Matt said nonchalantly, “Hey, y/n, can you grab something to wipe this up?”

You, however, a step ahead of the boys, had already begun to place the camera down, and were starting to head towards the door, “On it.”

Strolling down the hallway, and into the kitchen, you sighed, realizing you didn’t know where most of the cleaning supplies were. Opening the cabinets, you managed to find a few rolls of paper towels and grabbed one. Suddenly, you thought back at how much had been spilled and quickly grabbed one more roll, just in case. Holding one in your hand, and placing the other under your arm, you made your way back toward the recording room, hoping this was enough to at least start cleaning up. You thought about how you would apologize for still not knowing the kitchen layout even after 2 weeks.

As you walked up to the door, you faintly heard your name being spoken by Matt, “Well what about y/n?”

Acknowledging your name, you grabbed the handle of the door, about to turn it, but something about the tone it was said in made you second guess walking in; you realized it probably wasn’t his intention for you to hear him.

Baffling even yourself, you watched your hand silently release the door handle and fall to your side. You took a careful step back so as to not make your presence known and pressed your back against the wall opposite the way the door opens.

You had always wondered what was said about you when you weren’t around, sure everyone does a bit, but you never imagined yourself going to such lengths to actually find out. In fact, you were a bit embarrassed of doing something so childish, yet couldn’t find it in you to stop; you were eager to hear what Matt, and especially Ryan, truly thought of you.

“Y/n? No, Matt. Definitely not,” Ryan responded in a harsh whisper.

“Come on man, you can’t lie to me, we’re literally best friends. I see the way you look at her. What about when we were just recording and she started giggling all cute like and you smiled and she blushed and-” Matt responded snarkily and a bit louder than he meant to, but Ryan quickly cut Matt off, shushing him. At the same time, you heard a grunt from the whinier voice, so you could assume Ryan had elbowed him. Your breath caught in your chest and your face began to heat up.

“Dude, shut up! She’s going to hear you!”

Now, you officially knew the conversation wasn’t meant for your ears. However, you were too deep in to stop, so you lightly placed your ear against the wall.

Ryan sighed before continuing, “It’s not like that, but even if it was,” Ryan paused and you held your breath, “I would never want her to feel pressured, I mean not only am I her boss, I’m her roommate. I could never do that to her.”

Your eyes widened and you backed up from the wall, unable to process what was said. You tried to shift the words around in your head, you tried to find any other meaning for them, but you couldn’t. Ryan liked you. Ryan felt the same way about you that you felt about him, but he didn’t want to hurt or pressure you. You thought about that first morning the two of you shared together and remembered the sheepish smile he looked at you with as he apologized for ‘the situation’ he had ‘put you in’ by not being another girl for you to room with instead. Everything made sense, all of it: the nights he would abruptly stand up from the couch you two shared and would retreat back to his room for the night, the times he would rush out of the house after eating breakfast with you, and the times he would refuse to drink much around you at all. You had to do something, you had to let him know, but you knew you couldn’t do it here. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and quickly crept back into the kitchen so as to not raise suspicion.

Once you were far enough away from the recording room, you spoke up, pretending you had been there all along, “Can one of you guys help me? I don’t know where some of the cleaning supplies are.”

After a few seconds passed, you heard footsteps and saw Ryan standing bashfully in front of you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment until you saw him look down at the paper towels you were holding. He thought about what else he should grab before walking past you and opening a cabinet that held some carpet cleaner and trash bags.

You paused before speaking to him, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a hassle for you to have to help me with something so simple, but I-”

Ryan, making his way over to you, quickly interrupted your apology, grabbing one of the paper towel rolls from your hand.

He stared down at you, and you up at him, his eyes completely genuine, “Y/n. Don’t ever apologize for needing help. It was unfair of us to expect you to know where everything is when you’re still new here. If anything, it’s me who owes you an apology, okay?”

As he grabbed the roll, your fingers brushed, sending sparks throughout your entire body and the two of you stood there for just a moment before Ryan purposefully slid his thumb against your hand, waiting for you to respond. You, however, were breathless and said nothing, just staring back at him.

“Okay?” Ryan egged on a response one more time. You nodded slowly and broke eye contact to look down as to hide your blush, and Ryan did the same, taking a step back.

The two of you silently made your way back into the recording room to see Matt with arms full of paper, plastic, and cardboard.

“You guys sure took your sweet time,” Matt mumbled out before speaking up, “Ryan, do me a favor and hold that garbage bag open for me.”

A couple of weeks had passed since the mailroom situation and everything was going better than you ever could have imagined. The boys were all super funny, and kind, and everything you could have hoped for. Even though you were offered a workspace in the ‘Supermegaplex’, you decided to do most of your editing at your’s and Ryan’s apartment. You knew the living arrangements between the two of you were only temporary, but you wanted to cherish it while you still could.

The boy was definitely a homebody more than anything else and so you noticed Ryan didn’t really leave the apartment unless he needed to, hence why the two of you would spend most nights on the couch with a couple of beers and maybe a joint, playing video games or watching a movie; this night was no different.

“And so I’m on hour two of editing this video, trying to figure out how to do it in a way that actually makes you guys sound funny,” you say barely holding in your giggles as you stared at Ryan who was across from you on the couch, “and Matt walks in, like the idiot he is, not asking the last time I saved, and pulled the plug of the computer, erasing literally everything I had done!”

Ryan now was laughing too, letting out his classic chuckle as he took a sip of his beer.

“Anyways, needless to say, I yelled at him before making him do all the editing on that Let’s Play.”

Placing his now empty can on the coffee table, he spoke with a playful smile, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

The two of you giggled again before you shifted your focus to the television, “Ryan this movie is awful, can we please put something else on?”

His eyebrows furrow in response, “Y/N, you say that as if you’ve actually been paying attention to it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “Maybe I’d watch it if it were more interesting.”

The remote was sitting on the end table next to Ryan so you tried to reach over him, but as you crawled closer to him, he tensed up a bit, unsure of what you were planning. You did your best to try to reach it without falling on top of him, stretching your body in the process, but Ryan still had to hand it to you, regardless. Ryan did his best not to look at the way your back arched as you reached for the remote or the way your shirt rode up as you did so, exposing a bit of your waist. You pulled away, completely unaware of the dilemma currently playing through Ryan’s head.

Even though Ryan had enjoyed spending most of his free time alone in the past, there was something comforting about your presence that didn’t drain his social battery. You two had a natural and undeniable connection due to your personality- something that Ryan grew attracted to. Ryan would never admit it, but the latter was the real reason he had been considering asking you to just drop your plans to find new roommates, but he worried that it was out of place for him to ask this of you as your boss.

Because of this, Ryan determined it would be best for him to keep these thoughts to himself, instead deciding he would simply appreciate your company while he could- so when he caught himself glancing at your thighs and ass peeking out of your pajama shorts, or when he had a feeling you were a bit more touchy with him than the others at the ‘Supermegaplex’, he ignored it, doing his best to push away any attraction he began to develop for you.

“Actually, you know what? I’m bored,” you spoke up, breaking Ryan’s contemplation, “How about we play a game?”

Ryan squinted his eyes at you hesitantly, “Uh oh. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

You laughed before continuing, “Come on, it’ll be fun! One full round of Mario Kart, four courses, loser does whatever the winner says,” You looked at Ryan with hopeful eyes when he didn’t respond, “Please, Ryan! We haven’t played Mario Kart in two whole weeks!”

He sighed, “Fine, but if I win, you’re doing my laundry for a week.”

You cheered giddily before turning on the game and setting it to 150cc. The two of you picked your characters carefully; both of you were competitive people, and both of you were eager to win this.

“You’re going down, Magee!” You shouted as the countdown started.

“Yeah right, I can already see it now, a laundryless week full of relaxation,” Ryan replied, cockily.

You won the first round, but Ryan was on your tail the entire race, and the second race was Ryan’s win, but you too were following at a close second. As the third race started, you began to get a bit nervous; it was anyone’s game, and Ryan wasn’t going to give it up easily. Luckily for you though, Ryan got blue-shelled at the very last moment in the race, allowing you to swiftly take the lead. You took a deep breath as the final round started, you knew that it wasn’t over yet, as Ryan could easily tie it all up, which would mean all your hard work was for nothing.

Suddenly, you remembered what you had overheard a couple of weeks back, and even though it was a bit of a low blow, you took your jacket off, leaving you in only an athletics bra; you were hoping it might distract your opponent.

“What’s that for?” Ryan asked skeptically.

You giggled before replying, tossing your hoodie over your shoulder, “It just feels like this race is heating up a bit, so I took off my jacket. Got a problem with it, Magee?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your joke but rolled his eyes, nevertheless, “No problem at all sweetheart, you’re damn right this race is heating up. Expect to eat my dust.”

Sweetheart.

Your breath caught in your chest at the nickname he gave you. Maybe your plan was working out a bit too well.

Perhaps it was a curiosity for whatever plan you had, or perhaps it was because of how determined you looked to win, but Ryan found himself throwing the race once you fell behind him during the last lap. He faked disappointment and allowed you a 3-1 win, even clapping for you in the awards.

“I told you I’d beat you!” you laughed a bit childishly, throwing your hands in the air, causing your breasts to bounce a bit in the loose-fitting athletics bra, “Alright now to figure out what I want you to do…”

“You didn’t already have something planned?” Ryan questioned.

“Well…” you began, “I could just have you do my laundry for a week, but I was thinking; how do you feel about me staying with you for another couple months in the apartment?”

Ryan’s heart swelled, “Y/N, you can stay with me as long as you’d like. There’s no one whose company I appreciate more; I mean, I like you a lot, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the room felt tenser, and the two of you seemed closer than before. Before you knew it, you were leaning into Ryan, gently placing your lips to his; he pulled away after a moment, though.

“Y/N-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Ryan, please kiss me again,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Ryan groaned before pulling you into another kiss.

You crawled onto his lap to deepen the kiss, teasing his lip with your teeth a bit as your hand snuck to the back of his head, tugging at the roots. Carefully, you ground your hips into Ryan subtly, feeling him slowly harden beneath you.

Ryan once again pulls away from the kiss, this time looking at you intensely and apologetically for a moment before speaking, “Y/N, please don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Starting to become annoyed with Ryan, you began kissing his neck and grinding into him harder, pulling a low groan from him.

“Jesus Christ, Ryan. I’m an adult, aren’t I?” you snapped.

“Yes, of course, but-” you cut Ryan off by massaging his member through his shorts, crawling off of him to kneel between his knees.

“Actually, Mr. Magee,” you looked up at him innocently, “I was wondering if you’d just let me suck you off as my prize instead?”

“Shit, baby,” was all Ryan could muster up as he looked at how pretty you were on your knees for him, pulling you into one more kiss before letting you have your reward.

Removing his cock from his shorts, you stared at him hungrily as his member sprung up proudly, already leaking precum. You were all but drooling at the sight of his girth, imagining what he would feel like inside you; you squeezed your legs together before licking his shaft from hilt to head agonizingly slow, looking into his eyes. Ryan bit back any sounds as you completely removed his pants and boxers, leaving him bare.

Suddenly, you took him all the way into your mouth, not wasting any more time teasing him; you figured he wasn’t the kind of guy who appreciated being teased for too long.

There was no way for Ryan to suppress a needy groan from falling out of his mouth as he hit the back of your throat. He lightly tangled his hand into your hair, encouragingly rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Slowly bobbing your head, you used your hand to work whatever you couldn’t take, giving extra attention to his head with your tongue. You flicked your gaze up to Ryan and felt a shiver run through you when you saw his dark eyes, foggy with lust, watching the scene before him. You weren’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but all you knew now was you wanted to be fucked by Ryan more than anything else.

You pulled off Ryan, kissing his head before speaking, “Can I please ride you, baby?” You asked, drool and precum falling from your chin, eyes looking up at him in a daze.

You could feel his cock twitch in your hand immediately and he held back a groan, “Y/N are you sure you want this? Please don’t let me make you feel obligated to do anything.”

You felt your brows furrow and you stood up to climb back onto his lap. You pulled him into a hungry kiss, tugging at his hair as you did so.

“Ryan, what else do I have to do to show you that I want you to fuck me?” You asked, aggressively nipping at his neck, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or roommate, hell, I’m sure Justin would love my company for a week or two while I find somewhere to stay.” Grabbing the clasp of your sports bra, you unclip it before tossing it to the side and leaving yourself exposed, “Every day I’ve sat in this apartment yearning for you, and even now I’ve already sucked you off, so do I need to do all the work here, or are you going to finally just loosen up and fuck me into this couch?”

“Y/N baby, I’m so glad your original roommates canceled on you,” Ryan spoke before finally slamming his lips into yours.

With that, he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he did so.

“Where do you want me?” he asked between kisses.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you moaned as you felt his bare cock nudge up against you, “Your bed, please take me to your bed.”

Ryan kneaded your ass as he took you into his room after nudging open the door. Laying you gently on the bed, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before standing before you in all his glory.

“Ryan, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you couldn’t help but say lovingly.

“Me too, hun, me too,” he replied as he climbed onto the bed.

His finger prodded at the waistband of your panties, slipping down to tease your clothed cunt. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Ryan says almost subconsciously, "Lift your hips up for me, love.”

You, of course, complied, urgently following his request.

He pulled the fabric off of you, kissing up your leg, thigh to ankle, as he does so.

Ryan was beyond gentle, doing everything in his power to give you time to back out between kisses. He carefully spread your legs, nibbling the inside of your thigh before he decided you had dealt with enough teasing; he finally made contact with your cunt. Your toes curled and you let out a quiet moan as your back slightly arched off the bed.

Ryan slowly made work of your folds, praising you as he did. His tongue ran across your clit, causing you to curse. You grabbed his hair, tangling your fingers in it, searching for stability when Ryan dipped a rough finger into your warmth. At the same time, his lips wrap around your clit in an intense suction.

Finally opening your eyes, you see Ryan, covered in your slick, looking up at you needily. Wrapping his free hand around your thigh, Ryan pulls your cunt closer to him, causing you to let out a high-pitched noise you didn’t even know you could make.

You felt a knot forming in your belly as Ryan added another finger, curling them to hit your G spot every time. There was no doubt Ryan was experienced.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Ryan breathed, “Please baby, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

Your walls pulsed around his fingers one last time before your grip on Ryan’s hair tightened. His plea had brought you over the edge and your back arched, pushing your cunt into his mouth as you came.

As you came down from your high, Ryan pulled you into a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips; you moaned.

“Think you can give me one more, sweetheart?” Ryan asked; you nodded.

“How about this time, you cum on my cock, how does that sound?”

You nodded once more, struggling to speak after such an intense orgasm.

“Sorry baby, what did you say? You don’t have it in you?” Ryan teased.

“Please Ryan, just fuck me already,” You mumbled out.

Ryan bored his needy head up against your hole, dragging it along your folds.

He chuckled before speaking up again, “I know you said earlier that you wanted to ride me, but you can do that another time; for now, let me show you how grateful I am.”

With that, he began slowly pushing himself into you, sucking on your neck as he did so to try to ease any pain that he worried his girth might give you.

Ryan slowly thrusted in and out of you, gauging your reactions to each thrust of his hips.

“You’re taking me so well, I knew you would,” he groaned, trying to praise you, but you were having none of it.

After a couple of thrusts, it was obvious that Ryan was still hesitant to hurt you, and so his cock moved inside of you at an excruciating pace.

“Don’t be afraid of breaking me Ryan,” you spoke, “I’m not made of glass, so fuck me so I can feel good.”

Ryan chuckled again, “Sorry baby, I just wanted to make sure you were okay first.”

With his reply, he gripped your hips and began pounding into you.

Immediately, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure.

Ryan pulled you into another kiss as he snuck one of his hands to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it, hoping to encourage a second orgasm from you. You were a moaning mess under him, wrapping your ankles around his hips subconsciously.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart,” Ryan replied before adjusting positions so your ankles rested above his shoulders. From this angle, he was ramming into your g spot with every thrust, sending shocks throughout your entire body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan mumbled between groans, “Cum for me one last time, Sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice as you were already on the edge of your high. As you came, Ryan pulled out, cumming on your stomach.

The two of you sat there for a moment catching your breaths before you started laughing, “Ryan, I should probably tell you,” you admitted, “I overheard you and Matt talking after the mailroom video, I’m not usually this forward, I’ve just known.”

Ryan sat up, mouth agape before replying, “Matt’s always too fucking loud, but maybe I’ll let him off the hook just this once,” he said as he pulled you into one last kiss.

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