A/N: I like this story honestly and it's cool because it's also almost done. Just a few more chapters and voila, it's done and completed :)
Well, enjoy this chapter, cupcakes
~J
"I miss him," I cried.
"Frankie, you're going to be just fine without him," Ryan frowned, holding me tightly as I cried in his arms.
"No because now he's getting married in just a week, he's going to forget all about me and he was probably using me this whole time," I sobbed, clutching onto Ryan's shirt before I muttered, "I wish I never went to that concert."
"Don't wish that, sunshine," he sighed, cupping my face before he kissed the tip of my nose.
"Okay," I sniffled, wiping away my tears. "H-How're you and Brendon?"
"Not well," he replied. "I honestly thought we were doing well, but he just stopped calling me after a while. I don't know though, maybe something changed with him and he's busy?"
Ryan still had his hands on the sides of my face. I gazed into his chocolate eyes, looking at his features before I leaned forward. I didn't mean to and I certainly didn't intend to, but I kissed him. I just blown out kissed him, and Ryan didn't seem to mind.
In fact, he kissed me back, too.
And I didn't mind either.
I guess we were both not in good positions in relationships that we decided to let it out on each other.
I whimpered and sat on Ryan's lap, straddling his hips as I had my fingers tangled in his hair. This wasn't suppose to happen, but then it just did. My hips rolled against his, and I couldn't help but give a small grin when I heard the sounds coming out of Ryan's throat.
"Oh, sweetheart," he groaned as I continued.
"Ryan, please," I begged, moaning as I felt the heat going on between us. "Make me feel good."
"Mhm," he hummed, grabbing and squeezing my hips.
Ryan pulled off my mini pastel pink skirt that I decided to wear today, removing my black crop top afterwards. He was going annoyingly slow and I just wanted him. I stripped out of my clothes quickly and began to unbutton Ryan's black shirt.
"You have such nice thighs, little one," Ryan groaned, his hands roaming over them. "So pretty."
He leaned forward and nibbled my ear, making me whine in response as I finally got Ryan's shirt off. I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans before having them off, throwing them somewhere across my bedroom.
"Please, Ry. I want your cock," I whimpered.
"Oh, go ahead, baby. It's all yours," he smirked.
I got off of his lap, kneeling in front of him when he spread his legs apart. He lifted his hips so that I was able to pull down his tight, black boxers. I stroked his semi-erection before it went fully hard. Ryan gasped when I leaned down, wrapping my lips around his dick.
He groaned, "such a good boy for me."
I took him in further, my hand holding onto what's left on what I couldn't take. My tongue lapped on the underside of Ryan's erection and I bobbed my head, gagging slightly when I felt him hit the back of my throat.
"'Gonna fuck your pretty little mouth," he muttered.
His fingers gripped on my black dyed hair before he snapped his hips forward, making me moan in return. I felt tears prickling at the edge of my eyes as I continued bobbing my head.
I pulled off and swirled my tongue around his tip, hearing his grunts and moans. It sounded like I was doing something right just by the sounds that was leaving from Ryan's lips, and that made me smile softly.
"I'm gonna come, baby," he warned.
I bobbed my head a few times before he came. I swallowed most of him and wiped the few that rolled down my chin, looking up at Ryan who just gave a grin.
"It's your turn, cupcake," he said.
I smiled and nodded.
"Hands and knees, baby," he instructed, "on the bed."
I got on my hands and knees on my bed, still half naked, wearing in just my panties. I waited patiently as I heard Ryan behind me. I then felt my asscheeks being spread apart before I felt something wet running alone my entrance.
I moaned loudly, burying my face on my pillow. It was so good and amazing that I didn't want Ryan to stop at all. I turned my head back and Ryan's head was buried between my legs.
His tongue was dipping in my hole, just the tip and it was horrible because he was just teasing. I begged him to stop, but that only caused to be smacked on my ass which I moaned.
"Ryan, please," I panted as I felt Ryan's finger entering inside of me.
Man, I loved it so much and it felt so amazing that I was already close. Ryan added two more fingers, the three of them thrusting in and out of me harshly, but I didn't mind.
"Oh, Ryan," I moaned.
Ryan's tongue was running around my hole with his fingers thrusting in and out of me. His fingers hit my prostate and I cried out, burying my face on the pillow again. Soon, his fingers were pulled out and was entered with his tongue instead.
"So good, baby," he said, his hot breath hitting at my entrance.
I whined and moaned and panted and begged; a lot was happening and I felt the tight knot in my stomach, telling me I was almost close. Ryan's tongue pumped inside and out of me, hitting my sweet spot dead on.
I cried and told Ryan I was close.
"Come for me, baby," he said, his fingers replacing his tongue.
I cried out as I soon came untouched. It was a bit painful and frustrating since I was desperately craving for some kind of touch, but it still felt good. I plopped on my bed, letting out a long sigh.
"Thank you, Ryro," I panted, trying to catch my breath.
Ryan nodded and left the bedroom before coming back in with a cloth. He cleaned both of us up, including the bed before he laid beside me, wrapping an arm across my stomach.
"I'm sorry, but I just wanted to let you know this is a one time thing," Ryan said.
"I know," I whispered sadly.
"It was amazing though," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I liked it," I giggled.
Ryan leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I giggled and turned to face him, tightly holding onto him as we were both still left naked.
I woke up, feeling something soft on my lips. My eyes fluttered open and Ryan's lips were on mine. I hummed contently and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer.
"I thought this was a one time thing," I said when we both pulled away.
"I can't keep my hands off of you," he replied.
I giggled and brought his face closer, giving him a long, sweet kiss.
"Breakfast, Frankie?" Ryan guessed and I nodded. "How about some blueberry pancakes?"
I couldn't help but frown at that. That only reminded me of Gerard who I still missed.
"No, thank you, Ryro," I declined politely. "I'd like some chocolate pancakes though."
"Of course," he smiled and got himself off of me.
He put on a pair of sweatpants, sending me a wink before he left my bedroom. Luckily my parents weren't here, and I was so grateful for that. I heard Ryan downstairs and I soon got up.
I put on a graphic t-shirt and a pair of pastel pink silky shorts, showing off my shaven legs which I always take the time to shave when I take a shower.
I went downstairs and found Ryan in the kitchen. I smiled softly and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
"Hey, Frankie," he greeted. "The pancakes are almost ready."
"Okay," I said before I sat at the table.
"So, uh, Brendon called me," Ryan said as he set a plate with two stacks of pancakes in front of me. "He apologized for not calling."
"Oh, well, I'm glad you guys are working out," I said truthfully.
Ryan smiled softly and nodded as he handed me a fork and butter knife. I thanked him quietly before I cut myself a piece of pancake and placed it in my mouth.
"Well, we're already late for school, so what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Ryan asked.
I smiled and stood up, getting on my tippy toes before I placed my lips on his.
"I wish so," he sighed.
"It's alright, we can always just ask the gang and meet them somewhere," I smiled.
"What if they are at school?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.
"I doubt it," I giggled.
"Yeah, guess you have a point," he chuckled.
After finishing breakfast, we called up the gang and asked if we can meet at our usual hangout spot. And that's how it went most of the day - just the five of us hanging out.