Mostly Minecraft -- A Youtuber Oneshot Book

{Leaving --TheCampingDolphin} (Smut)

Smut is fudging hard to write, so I didn't go all the way on this one. I hope it's still ok.

Request by: @HaleyVarano

-=Ryan's POV=-
After the tweet went out, my social media blew up. I knew there would be a bad reaction to my leaving the Cube, but this was borderline ridiculous, and the comments weren't even bad. Most of them were very supportive, but the sheer numbers of replies just reminded me exactly how many people I was letting down, and leaving behind. I groan, turning my phone off and collapsing spread-eagle on the couch, my limbs dangling off the sides and my hair in a halo around my face. My phone falls to the carpet next to me, letting out a muffled thump. As I slowly begin to drift off, I am roused by a ring of my doorbell, followed by about 20 more rings. A pause, and then I hear the sound of someone spamming the doorbell, as more "dings" pierce through my foggy semi-sleeping state. "Come in Brayden!" I yell, because only one person I know rings a doorbell like that, and it's Rusher. I hear the door open, not bothering to lift my head, and suddenly I feel a weight on top of me. I wheeze, and open my eyes to see a face mere centimeters from my own. "Hi Bray-Bray." I say tiredly. Brayden doesn't respond, but pushes past the centimeters separating us and presses his lips to mine. I let out a gasp at the unexpected motion, but melt into the kiss. I'm in need of support, no matter who from, but even without the situation at hand, I can't not enjoy a kiss from Brayden. He's hot for Pete's sake! I lie doll-like, limp on the couch, as the boy above me pulls away slowly. "Hi." he says, and not giving me a chance to respond, kisses me again, trailing from my lips to my ear to my neck, and along my collarbone. I moan almost unconsciously. Brayden slips his hand under my shirt, causing a shiver to run over my now-exposed-stomach. He runs a finger along my muscles, but I resist the bait, raising an eyebrow at him and saying, "Is that all you got, Bud?" Brayden chuckles and smirks at me, trailing his hand lower and lower. I pull in a shaky breath as I hear the steady sound of a zipper being undone, followed by a snap, and then a hand is on me, fingers dancing over my clothed member and sliding teasingly across my hipbones. "Brayden?" I manage to choke out the questioning word before my voice is utterly dominated by speechless arousal. "Yea Ryan?" His deep voice fills me with a burning passion but I manage to answer. "why are you here?" Rusher smiles. "You needed me." I don't even need to ask how he knew. Rusher just senses these things. And that is why he's perfect.

*imagine the rest yourself.*