Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Ronnie Radke - I Know

~~~Y/N POV~~~

I watched as my boyfriend Ronnie, sang and ran around the stage. He was surrounded by flashing lights and his band members. The foggy stage allowed me to only see his outline. He slowly walked forward during the course of "Drugs." I saw the sweat that lightly coated his forehead slowing falling as he walked around. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him, briefly catching his eye contact. He smirked slightly before returning to singing. The next song started and I caught his eye contact again. He maintained eye contact with me this time, as he sang "Sexy Drug." Almost every person in this room wanted him, but only I could have him.

~~~Ronnie POV~~~

As I walked across the stage singing slowly to "Drugs," I caught Y/N staring at me. I briefly smirked in response and queued a song I knew would drive them crazy. "Sexy Drug," began playing as I maintained eye contact with Y/N. I saw as she started biting her lip, blushing at the eye contact.

~~~Y/N POV~~~

After the show, I made my way to the dressing rooms, flashing my badge to each of the security guards. I reached for the handle to open Ronnie's room, but I was stopped when I felt someone press up against me. I gasped slightly as he opened the door, both of us falling in before he shut the door.

"Y/N, I know what was going on in your head," Ronnie started, "I saw the way you looked at me, biting your lip."

I began to respond but was quickly stopped by his lips forcing themselves onto mine. He quickly grabbed my thigh, forcing my left leg up.

As he kissed me he began pressing his member into my core. I tried to stray from making any sounds but I accidentally let a whimper slip.

His movements stopped as he moved his lips to my ear, "What was that, love?" He asked with a smirk.

I buried my face into his shoulder out of embarrassment.

"No, it's okay. Let me hear," he said reassuringly.

He began to rock his hips slightly, creating more friction.

"Ronnie, please," I managed as I looked up at him.

"Please what?" He asked sternly.

"Please, fuck me," I responded, confidently this time.

With that said, he quickly pulled me somehow closer to him. One of his hands slid up my shirt, roughly kneading my chest.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he pulled my shirt over my head and removed my bra (imagine whatever clothes you prefer, you don't have to have a bra <3)

I watched as Ronnie pulled his sweat drenched tee shirt over his head, exposing his tattoo covered chest.

I ran my fingertips over his beautifully toned abs and worked my way down to his waist band, making my way to my knees.

I pulled his black skinny jeans down to his knees, as I started palming his growing member. I began to mouth over the imprint as he bit his lip.

"Y/N, no teasing." He said sternly.

Smiling up at him, I slowly pulled his underwear down to meet his jeans.

Wrapping my hand around the base, I lightly licked the tip, looking up at him again with a smile.

As I moved to lick the tip again, he grabbed the hair at the base of my neck and forced himself down my throat.

He thrusted into my mouth relentlessly as tears began to fall down my cheeks. He pulled out and quickly placed me on a nearby table.

He pushed my skirt up (again, choose whatever clothing :]) and allowed his fingers to roam the nearly bare area.

I squirmed slightly under his touch and he smiled as he pulled my panties down. I shivered at the sudden coldness.

He quickly lined himself up with me before slamming into me. "Fuck, baby," he said. Both of us threw our heads back as loud sounds escaped us.

His hand slid down my body as it traveled downward. He started massaging small, fast circles into my clit.

"Ronnie, fuck," I said.

Our entire exchange of conversation was a mixture of moans, whimpers and profanities.

He sped up and continued swirling his fingers on my clit.

"Ronnie, please," is all you managed to say.

"Go ahead, babe," he said breathlessly.

After a few more seconds we both released and rode out our highs. He pulled out of me slowly and I stayed in my place, letting him see the mess he had created.