Don't Trust A...
Title: Don't Trust A...
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual dialogue)
Pairing: Ryan Ross/OC
POV: Third person (Ryan centric)
Summary: When Ryan saw that girl walk into the dimly lit bar he currently inhabited, he knew immediately that she was bad news.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
Original Post: Here (reading list-locked)
"Black dress, with the tights underneath
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth"
When Ryan saw that girl walk into the dimly lit bar he was currently inhabiting, he knew immediately that she was bad news.
Maybe it was the way she was dressed, her gorgeous body tightly bound in a curve-hugging black dress, with her legs covered by brightly patterned tights -
Or maybe, Ryan thought, it was the way she walked, all commanding and attention-grabbing as she slickly made her way to the bar.
Either way, Ryan liked it. And when she came to the bar and chose the seat next to him, Ryan could taste the tell-tale bitterness of cigarette smoke in his mouth as he licked his lips.
"And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back East"
Ryan watched the girl carefully as she ordered a drink, admiring the way she was able to get a slight discount on the product by leaning over just a bit. When the girl felt Ryan's eyes on her, she turned and gave him a confident smile.
"Hey, pretty boy," she said, and Ryan couldn't help but smirk a bit.
"I'd say I'm not the pretty one... You look like you could be an actress, sweetheart."
She grinned endearingly. "I am, actually."
Ryan's smile grew wider in accordance. "Oh, yeah? Ever been in anything I would have seen?"
"I doubt it, pretty boy." She leaned closer to Ryan as she whispered coolly, "I'll let you in on a secret... I don't do too much acting. No need for it, actually. Family money, you know."
Ryan didn't, actually, but he be damned if he was going to tell her that.
"T-t-t-tongues, always pressed to your cheeks
Well my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth"
Just as Ryan was about to ask her another question, a group of girls that appeared to be barely legal came up to ask him for his autograph. While he normally didn't mind, he was perfectly happy talking to the intriguing girl next to him without distractions, and the fans, in this case, were a distraction.
It got much worse when one of them leaned in and gave Ryan a quick peck on the cheek. He turned bright red immediately, and when he turned to look at the girl on the stool next to him she was smirking widely. She abruptly leant in and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him towards her roughly before kissing his open mouth fiercely. Ryan kissed her back hard, relishing the taste of her on his tongue.
When their impromptu make-out session was over, the girl from the bar glared over Ryan's shoulder and clearly said to the girls, "He's mine."
They backed off without a fight, and Ryan simply stared at the girl as she straightened herself in her seat and ordered another drink.
"And tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fucking scared of him"
Ryan and the girl sat in companionable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. After a minute or two passed, the girl turned to look at Ryan.
"What's your name, handsome?"
Ryan swallowed the liquid in his mouth carefully before responding. "Ryan."
Just as he was about to ask her for her name, Ryan could feel the phone in his pocket vibrate. When he pulled it out to check the message, he found it was from Brendon, who was apparently curious as to whom Ryan had been making out with moments before. Ryan turned on his stool cautiously, and after a minute or two he found Brendon sitting at a distant table with Spencer and Jon, both of whom were vigorously ignoring him while indulging in each others' presence.
Ryan sighed audibly, and the girl twisted her chair to follow his gaze. She smirked at the scene that met her eyes.
"Your boyfriend doesn't look too happy to see you with someone else, Ryan."
Ryan shook his head quickly. "He's not my boyfriend. He just happens to be my extremely needy and childish best friend."
"Sure," she breathed slowly, and when Ryan looked over at her he found she was grinning. "Hey," she muttered to him, "why don't you send your boyfriend a little text for me?"
"Saying what?"
Her smirk grew in size. "Oh, just something along the lines of "If you've got beef, just know that first of all, she's a vegetarian, and second of all, she's not fucking scared of you"."
Ryan sucked in a breath to object, but then he looked over at the beautiful girl next to him and did what he was told.
Brendon didn't bother Ryan again.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
The beautiful girl was still smirking even after Ryan sent the message, and Ryan couldn't help but wonder what the expression would taste like on her lips. Just as he thought that, the girl leaned forward, slid her hand seductively up Ryan's thigh, and whispered in his ear, “I want to touch you, Ryan.”
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
She slid back just as quickly and took a long sip from her drink, making sure to shape her lips just like that around the bottle. Ryan gulped and turned his head away quickly.
This girl was sure making it hard for him to breathe.
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”
“Don't you trust me?” Ryan asked carefully, making sure to keep his eyes politely averted from her mouth as he spoke.
“Not really,” she muttered, and then she added with a grin, “I make it a point not to trust pretty boys like you.”
“Xs on the back of your hands
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands”
The girl spun her bottle on the counter carefully, before looking over at Ryan and grinning. She eyed his drink of choice, picked it up, and sucked it back effortlessly. She winked as she swallowed it back, turning to him when she was done and saying, “So, I guess I'm drinking like the band now, huh?”
Ryan didn't ask how she knew he was in a band - he simply watched her place his bottle back in front of him, not missing the small stamp placed on the back of each of her hands.
“And your setlist (setlist) you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page”
When she turned her chair back to face the bar, Ryan followed her movements warily, unsure what he should do with this beautiful girl in front of him. She turned to grin at him widely, pulling out a sheet of paper from behind her back as she did so.
“I believe this belongs to you.”
Ryan took the paper carefully, inspecting it to find that it was the setlist from their most recent show. When he turned to frown at her questioningly, she simply smiled that smile and leaned her chin upon her hand.
“I found that on the stage, Ryan... Although I must admit, I did add a bit of color to it for you.”
Ryan peered back down at the page, realizing rather suddenly that there was multi-coloured lip marks pressed to all four corners of the sheet.
“B-b-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm”
When the woman turned to take the paper back from Ryan, he noticed that her arms were heavily marked. “What happened?” he asked gently, reaching out to touch one contusion with a wary finger, but she simply sat back in her chair and laughed.
“Nothing happened, Ryan.”
He wasn't so sure, especially when she began compulsively twisting the bottle held firmly in her hands in what he was sure was a nervously instinctive way.
“And the best is (best is), no one knows who you are
Just another girl, alone at the bar”
The woman stood up rather suddenly, winking at Ryan as she sauntered sexily to the washrooms at the back of the bar. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Ryan turned conspicuously to the bar tender and asked, in a low voice, “Do you happen to know what her name is?”
The bar tender shook his head, and his eyes were curious as he talked to Ryan. “I've seen her before, but never with anyone, and she never says her name. Mostly she just sits and drinks, watches the crowd, maybe dances a little.”
Ryan sat back with a frown, allowing his brow to furrow as he thought about the mysterious girl. It seemed like no one knew her; like she was there, but not really.
It seemed like she had been waiting to talk to someone like Ryan for quite a while.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
Just then the girl slipped back up behind Ryan, placing a hand on his shoulder and her lips close to his neck. “I want to love you,” she muttered against his skin, and Ryan couldn't help but let a shiver pass through him as she worked her lips across his neck. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, she pulled him out of his seat and across to the dance floor in one effortless motion. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, swaying them back and forth sinfully as he bit his lip and tightened his hold on her waist.
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
She ground against his hips harshly, making sure to throw her head back into his chest in time with the music. Ryan could feel his pants tightening noticeably, and when she ground back just there Ryan couldn't help but let a low moan slip.
“Yeah baby,” she murmured into the air in front of her, “moan for me.”
Ryan did exactly as he was told.
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”
When she swung around to look Ryan in the eyes, he couldn't help but hold his breath for just an instant while she moved her body in sinfully addictive ways. She smiled and reached down to the crotch of his pants, ignoring his tremble as she firmly squeezed and smirked.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause the ho won't trust me”
“Should we get out of here?” Ryan stammered the question on her neck as she moved her body closer to his (as if it were possible to be closer). She stopped her movements instantly, grabbing his hand in hers and pulling him out of the crowded club and onto the emptying midnight street. Once at the curb she leant forward and whistled loudly, turning back to saunter towards Ryan when no cab was immediately visible.
“I guess we just stay here a while, right?”
Her lips on his neck were hot, hot, hot and he wasn't about to say no as she pushed him playfully against the outside wall of the bar.
“Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said, “Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips”
I said, “Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips””
She was squirming against Ryan aggressively, twisting her body back and forth, back and forth, with the rhythm of some unknown music. Just as he was about to spin her around and have his way with her, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a cab pull up to the edge of the sidewalk. Ryan pushed the girl off gently, dissipating her questions by grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the taxi.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa”
Ryan told the man the address hurriedly, forcing himself into the small cab as quickly as he could. The girl followed easily, making sure to rotate her hips more than was absolutely necessary as she entered the car and sat down directly to Ryan's right. As the driver pulled away and headed down the road, the girl ducked her head quickly and crawled onto Ryan's lap.
“Not here,” he whispered, but then she was grinding down in rhythm with the vibrations from the road, and Ryan wasn't exactly complaining anymore.
They got to the hotel just as Ryan could feel himself slipping, and after paying the man he extracted himself painfully from the girl's arms and led her up to the building. The rooms were thankfully pre-booked, so Ryan didn't have to deal with anyone as he dragged the beautiful girl up one flight of stairs and over to his hotel room.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
Ryan and the girl were barely in the room when he began to attack her lips with hers, causing her to pull back and laugh breathlessly.
“Relax, Ryan, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you tonight.”
It was enough of a promise to allow Ryan the moral justification he required to lead her too-clothed body over to the bed.
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause the ho won't trust me”
What followed was some of the most amazing sex Ryan had had the pleasure of experiencing in his life. Just as she was about to get up and gather her clothes, Ryan reached over the bed and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back down to where he was lying.
“Stay, please?”
She didn't agree or disagree; instead she simply sighed and lay back down next to Ryan.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
When Ryan woke up the next morning, he was immediately greeted with a splitting headache and sunshine beaming right over his face. He rolled over on the bed with a moan, realizing a second too late that there should be another body where his was.
Ryan sat up painstakingly slowly, taking a moment to acquaint himself with his surroundings before he was able to open his eyes fully and search for the missing girl. Just as he was about to get out of bed and look for her, Ryan noticed that there was a small note propped on the pillow next to his.
After reading the note Ryan rolled over with a loud moan, realizing for perhaps the first time that last night was a huge mistake.
The note read, quite simply, “Oh, Ryan, don't you know you should never trust a ho?”
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual dialogue)
Pairing: Ryan Ross/OC
POV: Third person (Ryan centric)
Summary: When Ryan saw that girl walk into the dimly lit bar he currently inhabited, he knew immediately that she was bad news.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
Original Post: Here (reading list-locked)
"Black dress, with the tights underneath
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth"
When Ryan saw that girl walk into the dimly lit bar he was currently inhabiting, he knew immediately that she was bad news.
Maybe it was the way she was dressed, her gorgeous body tightly bound in a curve-hugging black dress, with her legs covered by brightly patterned tights -
Or maybe, Ryan thought, it was the way she walked, all commanding and attention-grabbing as she slickly made her way to the bar.
Either way, Ryan liked it. And when she came to the bar and chose the seat next to him, Ryan could taste the tell-tale bitterness of cigarette smoke in his mouth as he licked his lips.
"And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back East"
Ryan watched the girl carefully as she ordered a drink, admiring the way she was able to get a slight discount on the product by leaning over just a bit. When the girl felt Ryan's eyes on her, she turned and gave him a confident smile.
"Hey, pretty boy," she said, and Ryan couldn't help but smirk a bit.
"I'd say I'm not the pretty one... You look like you could be an actress, sweetheart."
She grinned endearingly. "I am, actually."
Ryan's smile grew wider in accordance. "Oh, yeah? Ever been in anything I would have seen?"
"I doubt it, pretty boy." She leaned closer to Ryan as she whispered coolly, "I'll let you in on a secret... I don't do too much acting. No need for it, actually. Family money, you know."
Ryan didn't, actually, but he be damned if he was going to tell her that.
"T-t-t-tongues, always pressed to your cheeks
Well my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth"
Just as Ryan was about to ask her another question, a group of girls that appeared to be barely legal came up to ask him for his autograph. While he normally didn't mind, he was perfectly happy talking to the intriguing girl next to him without distractions, and the fans, in this case, were a distraction.
It got much worse when one of them leaned in and gave Ryan a quick peck on the cheek. He turned bright red immediately, and when he turned to look at the girl on the stool next to him she was smirking widely. She abruptly leant in and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him towards her roughly before kissing his open mouth fiercely. Ryan kissed her back hard, relishing the taste of her on his tongue.
When their impromptu make-out session was over, the girl from the bar glared over Ryan's shoulder and clearly said to the girls, "He's mine."
They backed off without a fight, and Ryan simply stared at the girl as she straightened herself in her seat and ordered another drink.
"And tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fucking scared of him"
Ryan and the girl sat in companionable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. After a minute or two passed, the girl turned to look at Ryan.
"What's your name, handsome?"
Ryan swallowed the liquid in his mouth carefully before responding. "Ryan."
Just as he was about to ask her for her name, Ryan could feel the phone in his pocket vibrate. When he pulled it out to check the message, he found it was from Brendon, who was apparently curious as to whom Ryan had been making out with moments before. Ryan turned on his stool cautiously, and after a minute or two he found Brendon sitting at a distant table with Spencer and Jon, both of whom were vigorously ignoring him while indulging in each others' presence.
Ryan sighed audibly, and the girl twisted her chair to follow his gaze. She smirked at the scene that met her eyes.
"Your boyfriend doesn't look too happy to see you with someone else, Ryan."
Ryan shook his head quickly. "He's not my boyfriend. He just happens to be my extremely needy and childish best friend."
"Sure," she breathed slowly, and when Ryan looked over at her he found she was grinning. "Hey," she muttered to him, "why don't you send your boyfriend a little text for me?"
"Saying what?"
Her smirk grew in size. "Oh, just something along the lines of "If you've got beef, just know that first of all, she's a vegetarian, and second of all, she's not fucking scared of you"."
Ryan sucked in a breath to object, but then he looked over at the beautiful girl next to him and did what he was told.
Brendon didn't bother Ryan again.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
The beautiful girl was still smirking even after Ryan sent the message, and Ryan couldn't help but wonder what the expression would taste like on her lips. Just as he thought that, the girl leaned forward, slid her hand seductively up Ryan's thigh, and whispered in his ear, “I want to touch you, Ryan.”
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
She slid back just as quickly and took a long sip from her drink, making sure to shape her lips just like that around the bottle. Ryan gulped and turned his head away quickly.
This girl was sure making it hard for him to breathe.
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”
“Don't you trust me?” Ryan asked carefully, making sure to keep his eyes politely averted from her mouth as he spoke.
“Not really,” she muttered, and then she added with a grin, “I make it a point not to trust pretty boys like you.”
“Xs on the back of your hands
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands”
The girl spun her bottle on the counter carefully, before looking over at Ryan and grinning. She eyed his drink of choice, picked it up, and sucked it back effortlessly. She winked as she swallowed it back, turning to him when she was done and saying, “So, I guess I'm drinking like the band now, huh?”
Ryan didn't ask how she knew he was in a band - he simply watched her place his bottle back in front of him, not missing the small stamp placed on the back of each of her hands.
“And your setlist (setlist) you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page”
When she turned her chair back to face the bar, Ryan followed her movements warily, unsure what he should do with this beautiful girl in front of him. She turned to grin at him widely, pulling out a sheet of paper from behind her back as she did so.
“I believe this belongs to you.”
Ryan took the paper carefully, inspecting it to find that it was the setlist from their most recent show. When he turned to frown at her questioningly, she simply smiled that smile and leaned her chin upon her hand.
“I found that on the stage, Ryan... Although I must admit, I did add a bit of color to it for you.”
Ryan peered back down at the page, realizing rather suddenly that there was multi-coloured lip marks pressed to all four corners of the sheet.
“B-b-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm”
When the woman turned to take the paper back from Ryan, he noticed that her arms were heavily marked. “What happened?” he asked gently, reaching out to touch one contusion with a wary finger, but she simply sat back in her chair and laughed.
“Nothing happened, Ryan.”
He wasn't so sure, especially when she began compulsively twisting the bottle held firmly in her hands in what he was sure was a nervously instinctive way.
“And the best is (best is), no one knows who you are
Just another girl, alone at the bar”
The woman stood up rather suddenly, winking at Ryan as she sauntered sexily to the washrooms at the back of the bar. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Ryan turned conspicuously to the bar tender and asked, in a low voice, “Do you happen to know what her name is?”
The bar tender shook his head, and his eyes were curious as he talked to Ryan. “I've seen her before, but never with anyone, and she never says her name. Mostly she just sits and drinks, watches the crowd, maybe dances a little.”
Ryan sat back with a frown, allowing his brow to furrow as he thought about the mysterious girl. It seemed like no one knew her; like she was there, but not really.
It seemed like she had been waiting to talk to someone like Ryan for quite a while.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
Just then the girl slipped back up behind Ryan, placing a hand on his shoulder and her lips close to his neck. “I want to love you,” she muttered against his skin, and Ryan couldn't help but let a shiver pass through him as she worked her lips across his neck. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, she pulled him out of his seat and across to the dance floor in one effortless motion. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, swaying them back and forth sinfully as he bit his lip and tightened his hold on her waist.
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
She ground against his hips harshly, making sure to throw her head back into his chest in time with the music. Ryan could feel his pants tightening noticeably, and when she ground back just there Ryan couldn't help but let a low moan slip.
“Yeah baby,” she murmured into the air in front of her, “moan for me.”
Ryan did exactly as he was told.
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”
When she swung around to look Ryan in the eyes, he couldn't help but hold his breath for just an instant while she moved her body in sinfully addictive ways. She smiled and reached down to the crotch of his pants, ignoring his tremble as she firmly squeezed and smirked.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause the ho won't trust me”
“Should we get out of here?” Ryan stammered the question on her neck as she moved her body closer to his (as if it were possible to be closer). She stopped her movements instantly, grabbing his hand in hers and pulling him out of the crowded club and onto the emptying midnight street. Once at the curb she leant forward and whistled loudly, turning back to saunter towards Ryan when no cab was immediately visible.
“I guess we just stay here a while, right?”
Her lips on his neck were hot, hot, hot and he wasn't about to say no as she pushed him playfully against the outside wall of the bar.
“Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said, “Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips”
I said, “Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips””
She was squirming against Ryan aggressively, twisting her body back and forth, back and forth, with the rhythm of some unknown music. Just as he was about to spin her around and have his way with her, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a cab pull up to the edge of the sidewalk. Ryan pushed the girl off gently, dissipating her questions by grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the taxi.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa”
Ryan told the man the address hurriedly, forcing himself into the small cab as quickly as he could. The girl followed easily, making sure to rotate her hips more than was absolutely necessary as she entered the car and sat down directly to Ryan's right. As the driver pulled away and headed down the road, the girl ducked her head quickly and crawled onto Ryan's lap.
“Not here,” he whispered, but then she was grinding down in rhythm with the vibrations from the road, and Ryan wasn't exactly complaining anymore.
They got to the hotel just as Ryan could feel himself slipping, and after paying the man he extracted himself painfully from the girl's arms and led her up to the building. The rooms were thankfully pre-booked, so Ryan didn't have to deal with anyone as he dragged the beautiful girl up one flight of stairs and over to his hotel room.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)”
Ryan and the girl were barely in the room when he began to attack her lips with hers, causing her to pull back and laugh breathlessly.
“Relax, Ryan, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you tonight.”
It was enough of a promise to allow Ryan the moral justification he required to lead her too-clothed body over to the bed.
“Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause the ho won't trust me”
What followed was some of the most amazing sex Ryan had had the pleasure of experiencing in his life. Just as she was about to get up and gather her clothes, Ryan reached over the bed and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back down to where he was lying.
“Stay, please?”
She didn't agree or disagree; instead she simply sighed and lay back down next to Ryan.
“She wants to touch me (whoa)
She wants to love me (whoa)
She'll never leave me (whoa, whoa, oh, oh)
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho”
When Ryan woke up the next morning, he was immediately greeted with a splitting headache and sunshine beaming right over his face. He rolled over on the bed with a moan, realizing a second too late that there should be another body where his was.
Ryan sat up painstakingly slowly, taking a moment to acquaint himself with his surroundings before he was able to open his eyes fully and search for the missing girl. Just as he was about to get out of bed and look for her, Ryan noticed that there was a small note propped on the pillow next to his.
After reading the note Ryan rolled over with a loud moan, realizing for perhaps the first time that last night was a huge mistake.
The note read, quite simply, “Oh, Ryan, don't you know you should never trust a ho?”
“'Cause the ho won't trust me”