Band Imagines

George "Ryan" Ross III - Bucket List*

Pairing: Fem!Reader x George Ryan Ross III

Request: Yes || I have a request - Ryan Ross smut please. There's hardly any out there that isn't poorly written and your writing is so good. As for specifics, maybe dom current Ryan or sub afycso Ryan would be really cute. Whichever you wanna do, idc. Just please. We need more Ryan smut in the world. 🙏🙏🙏

Warning(s): NSFW || smut, public sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex.

I'm running out of smut ideas, so this is me completely winging it with an unoriginal topic, and I think it's shit but eh. Also, I do not condone unprotected sex. Always use protection. Here ya go, enjoy. xx

Things were boring. And you knew it. And you were afraid to bring it up with Ryan, because he would be hurt by it. Things weren't completely vanilla, but he wasn't exactly daring. You were starting to get bored. Even if he seemed to experiment, it was the same few things that he used to spice it up.

So here you were, bitching about it through a facetime call to your best friend while doing your makeup. Ryan wasn't home, and shouldn't be for another hour or so. And after he got here, you guys would be going clubbing with a few of his friends who were celebrating their 2 year wedding anniversary. Being that you and Ryan have been together since they got together, they wanted you there. You guys were the ones that introduced them anyway. So what better way to celebrate? "I love him more than anything, but I guess I just get sick of the same things all the time. Sometimes I just want him to pull me into a closet and fuck me like he hates me, you know?"

"Understandable. But I'm sure that if you talk to him, he'd be willing to change it up."

"That's the thing, I have talked to him," you stated, your mouth hanging open as you applied your mascara. "And no matter what I say, he's more comfortable doing what we've done. He doesn't like trying things out... I wanna do some public sex or something crazy like that. I have a bucket list - with things that aren't even revolving around bed on it too - and he doesn't wanna try anything on it."

"Really?" She asked, her eyebrow cocking slightly in confusion. Ryan seemed like the kind of guy to take risks. After all, his music was so different from most other peoples'. The Young Veins were a very Beatles-like band, and yet their lead singer walked around in black skinny jeans and leather jackets.

With a small sigh, you nodded and looked at her face, taking up the screen of your phone. "Really." Then you went in to elaborate on some of the other things on your list. Skydiving, being front row at your favorite band (aside from Ryan's band)'s concert, skinny dipping in your hometown's pool in the middle of the night, go backpacking through Europe, and so much more. Each thing more extravagant than the last. And then you got to the more dirty stuff. "You wanted to have a quickie in a store's changing room, be pinned against a wall, have someone tie you up, be able to tie someone up. You wanted to experiment, but only with someone you trusted and loved - only with your boyfriend, Ryan.

About an hour later, after your makeup was done in your usual 'going out for the night' way, and your friend had helped you pick an outfit, you were choosing jewelry. And no matter how hard you tried to change the topic, somehow you kept coming back to the topic of your sex life. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Ryan will be here to pick me up soon, and I really don't want to start a fight if he overhears." You stated, grabbing some ear rings and looking at them, deciding on the smaller pair instead of the long dangling ones. "You and I can go out for coffee tomorrow or something and talk more. But for now, this conversation is over."

Almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your bedroom door, and knew it was him. He was the only one with a key to your house that would knock on your door before entering. "Babe, you ready?"