She's Just the Girl I'm Looking For girl!jon/ryan
This is what I do instead of working on my bbb. /o\
Title: She's Just the Girl I'm Looking For
Author: Cassie! Aka pinkichan
Pairing: girl!jon/ryan
Rating: nc-17
Summary: All these sensations are new for Jon and Ryan is already taking an immense pleasure in being the first person to get the girl version of Jon off. Ryan’s fingers are still pressed against the warm skin above Jon’s slit. Jon shifts impatiently under his hand.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and this is all totally fake
Warning: girl sex
Authors Notes: A snapshot from a potentially bigger verse where Jon Wakes up as a girl and Ryan is kind of ridiculously attracted to her. Pretty much straight up porn. And thanks to my dearest spindlelimbs for pretty much spamming me with girl!jon until I loved her as much as she did. &hearts
Ryan gets a hand on Jon’s thigh, the skin soft and smooth under his touch. Jon’s breath catches and Ryan can feel the slight quake of her thighs as he pushes her legs further apart. Jon is on her back in her temporary bed that she sleeps in whenever she comes to LA. Granted this is the first time Jon’s ever been in this bed as a girl.
Jon still has her panties on. They’re soft cotton, light green with pink lace running along the waistband and edges of the panties. There’s a little pink ribbon that’s tied into a bow on the front and Ryan reaches out with his free hand and strokes at the smooth silk. Jon’s breath catches again and Ryan smirks despite himself.
All these sensations are new for Jon and Ryan is already taking an immense pleasure in being the first person to get the girl version of Jon off. Ryan’s fingers are still pressed against the warm skin above Jon’s slit. Jon shifts impatiently under his hand.
“Are you going to touch me or just inspect my panties all damn day?” Jon huffs out. Ryan laughs.
“I didn’t take you for one to have frilly bow covered panties,” Ryan says. He drags two of his fingers down the middle of her pussy, digits touching over heated flesh that’s still covered by the thin cotton material.
“I ordered them online. I just clicked the first ones I saw,” Jon reasons, her voice lilting higher when Ryan’s fingers touch her. Jon gasps when Ryan repeats the motion, dragging just one long finger up and down her covered slit. He can already feel her so hot against him; he can feel Jon growing damp against the cloth. Ryan adds more pressure against the fabric of her panties. He presses his digit against her, his finger sliding inside just a little, still restrained by her panties.
This seems to be enough for Jon though because she lets out a soft moan and her hips rock down against him. Ryan moves his thumb up and presses down against her clit, still touching her through the fabric of her panties. Jon positively bucks at the first touch to her clit and Ryan takes that as an okay to keep going.
He strokes her, his fingers tracing up and down the line of her slit and pushing in just slightly but Ryan doesn’t go in all the way and he still hasn’t touched her without the barrier of her underwear between them. Jon is groaning, writhing and Ryan can practically smell how turned on she is.
He wants to ask how different it feels. He wants to know if the head of Jon’s dick is as sensitive as his newly found clit. He wants to ask but he doesn’t know how to get the words to come out right.
Jon’s wet now. Her panties are wet from Ryan stroking her. There’s something so fucking hot about seeing the evidence that she likes what he’s doing to her.
Jon sits up and Ryan scoots back a little, unsure if they’ve gone too far, if Jon wants to stop. Ryan watches as Jon pulls off the soft white t-shirt she was wearing, one that guy Jon wears on a regular basis, up over her head. She doesn’t have a bra; they never got around to ordering one like they did the underwear so Jon’s ample breasts hang down heavy and gorgeous.
“I’ll never get over how perfect your tits are,” Ryan says. He loves Jon’s tits, they’re not huge but they’re not small either. Ryan reaches out without preamble and cups her breasts, they’re warm and heavy against his palms. He brushes guitar callused fingertips against Jon’s perfect pink nipples. Jon bites her lips; her lips weirdly enough are fuller now, just like her jaw isn’t as pronounced, just like the beard is gone and Jon suddenly has a pussy, a curved waist, a girl body.
Jon moans open and loud in the quiet of the bedroom. Ryan feels overly dressed in contrast to Jon who’s just in her panties. Her body is still a nice golden brown from when boy Jon, normal Jon, had been spending his days wandering around in Ryan’s backyard shirtless, letting the warm sun tan his skin.
Ryan wants to ask if it would be alright if he took off his shirt too, if he got down to his boxers. But he’s already half hard in his pants and this… this isn’t supposed to be about Ryan. It’s just an experiment, it’s just to show Jon what it’s like as a girl and it’s only Ryan who’s here because he’s the person Jon trusts the most.
This isn’t normal sex and Ryan has to keep that thought locked in the forefront of his mind.
“Yeah it’s a real shame they’re only temporary,” Jon says. Her voice is breathless with arousal. Ryan pinches at her nipples, leans in close and lets his tongue trace over one pebbled nub and then the other. Jon groans and her small hand finds the back of his neck, resting there, holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan circles his tongue over her nipples and his cock twitches at each and every sound that escapes Jon’s mouth, he can feel the vibrations rumbling through her body.
“Your mouth should be in other places now. Your fingers too,” Jon says and Ryan flicks his tongue over her nipple once more before he pulls back and sits on his heels.
“Yeah? You’re cool with that?” Ryan asks. He wants to make sure; they just kind of fell into this situation after all. Jon reaches down and cups herself through her underwear. Ryan wants to touch too; he wants to feel Jon warm and slick around his fingers.
“I am more than okay with this, Ross. Just come on, please.”
Ryan’s really not used to handling Jon in this manner but he thinks that he could get used to it. Ryan nods and Jon grins wide and familiar despite his different gender. Jon gets back down on to her back and she spreads her legs for him.
Ryan reaches up and tucks his fingers into the waistband of Jon’s panties. His fingers brush the smooth skin of her stomach and Ryan can feel the muscles in her stomach go taut. Jon raises her hips up and Ryan tugs her panties down to her knees where they catch because Jon’s legs are spread too wide.
Ryan moves his hands to cup her rounded hips, his thumbs tracing over the bones. His hands move to trail down her inner thighs, the skin there isn’t smooth and hairless like he thinks it would be with a regular girl. Jon wasn’t quite adventurous enough to try shaving his legs.
Ryan is pushing her warm thighs apart just a little more. Jon is breathing quickly and she makes these little impatient sounds when Ryan drags his fingers down the skin of her thighs instead of touching her where she wants it the most.
“Ryan,” Jon says harshly and Ryan laughs just a little before he moves over to her cunt, to where she’s wet and slick. He can smell her already, the musky heady scent of her arousal. Ryan briefly wonders if it would smell different if Jon was still a guy.
Ryan cups his hand over Jon’s pussy, his fingers resting against the dark curls. Ryan trails one finger down the line of her cunt, much like he had done when she still had her panties on. Ryan does it again, traces her slit all the way up and then all the way down. Jon whimpers and Ryan bites his lip. She’s so wet already and Ryan has this intense urge to lean in and taste, to circle his tongue around her clit like he had done to her nipples.
Jon rocks her hips up and Ryan takes that as a sign to further his actions. He slides a finger into Jon. Ryan doesn’t go all the way, choosing to tease her first. Jon’s breath is coming out in these little pants, her hips rocking up slowly against him, wanting him deeper.
Ryan holds Jon open so she’s exposed for him, hot and wet and perfectly gorgeous. Ryan’s spindly finger inches up and takes an experimental drag against Jon’s clit. Jon’s body jerks and Ryan smiles at the reaction. He presses down on her clit and drags his fingertip in a slow circular motion. He’s using all his best moves, all the things that got his girlfriends in the past off the best. But they feel different with Jon. They feel better
“Fuck,” Jon pushes her head back against the pillow and her fingers slide against the sheets, scrabbling for purchase. Her whole body is twisting, arching up for Ryan, pushing for more. Ryan isn’t sure how much to give. He knows Jon’s not a virgin. Well, guy Jon isn’t a virgin but does it change over? “Come on, Ryan. More,” Jon pleads, her hips still rocking down against him.
Ryan kisses the side of her knee. “You’re pushy in bed, Jon. Is that just when you’re a girl or are you always this way?” He’s still dragging his fingertip in torturously slow circles as he talks to her. Jon’s toes curl and she arches her neck, showing off the line of her throat. Jon doesn’t answer, just moans lowly and it’s so fucking hot.
Ryan’s tongue darts over his lips and he slowly lets his finger inch into her cunt. Jon is tight, tight but he’s thinking not a virgin. Jon is tight and hot and so, so wet around his digit. He’s got his finger inside up to the knuckle when he crooks his finger and rubs against her inner walls.
Jon moans loud and open and it’s like fucking music to Ryan. He cannot get enough.
“I can… I can take another, Ryan,” Jon pants. She’s sweating a little, her hair sticking to her forehead and her eyes huge and blown dark.
“Shit.” Ryan kisses the side of her knee again, drags his mouth down her skin and her thighs tremble under his mouth. Ryan worms a second finger inside of Jon, pressing it in tight along the first. She groans and starts rocking down again, eager for him to fuck her.
Ryan starts slow. He pulls all the way out, his fingers wet and glistening in the light of the room. Jon tips her head down to watch Ryan, her pink mouth open and she’s panting. Ryan locks eyes with her and then slowly, slowly he presses both of his slick fingers into his mouth, sucking off Jon’s taste.
Jon’s eyes slit closed and she moans; her own hand slipping down between her legs to rub at her clit. And if Ryan thought fingering her was hot it’s nothing compared to Jon touching herself for him. Jon’s cheeks burn and her lip is caught between her teeth. Ryan watches as Jon rubs at her clit, hard and fast, nothing at all like Ryan was touching her.
She whines low in her throat. “Jon…” Ryan’s voice is rough and he clears his throat and tries again. “Jon, let me.” Ryan pushes her hands away, their wet fingers brushing and Jon sets her hand on her thigh, shiny trails being left behind by her fingers.
Ryan pushes his two fingers back inside of her, quicker this time, filling Jon up faster than before. Jon gasps, his name falling from her lips brokenly. Ryan takes a steady pace as he fingers Jon. He gets brave and tries for a third finger. Jon moans as Ryan gets a third finger pressed alongside the first two.
“Can I go… is faster okay?” Ryan asks. Jon has her lip clenched between her teeth and her head is thrashing against the pillow.
“God yes, please, please,” Jon begs. Ryan’s cock is throbbing hard and heavy between his legs. He wonders if maybe Jon would suck him off after this, if he should ask for it. Ryan quickens his pace and he fucks her hard with three fingers, pressing in all the way before drawing out and pushing back in swiftly. There are all these wet dirty sounds and it shouldn’t be hot. It shouldn’t be but it is, oh fuck it is.
“Shit, shit, Ryan! Fuck, forget any time I’ve ever made fun of your fingers,” Jon moans, her back arching as Ryan fingers her. Ryan laughs breathlessly and presses a kiss to the soft skin of Jon’s inner thigh.
“That good, huh?” Ryan teases and Jon doesn’t answer but slides her hand down and cups Ryan’s cheek; her fingers, they’re still thick and the touch feels familiar when she slides her fingers into Ryan’s hair. Jon’s touch varies between petting him and letting her fingers tighten into Ryan’s soft curls.
Ryan kisses Jon’s thigh again, ducks his head and noses at the skin. Ryan lets his free hand wander down the skin of her leg, down to where her damp panties are still stretched and caught around her knees. Ryan wraps his fingers around Jon’s left leg and urges her to lift it for him.
Jon raises her leg and Ryan pushes it up and back so her knee bumps against her chest. Ryan carefully lifts the lacey wet fabric that smells so much like Jon, he lifts it off of her leg. It’s still stuck on her right leg, trapped against her knee but that’s okay, Ryan can still work with that.
In this position with her leg pressed against her chest, it changes the angle of Ryan’s fingers slipping in and out of her. It makes Jon feel tighter and lets Ryan press down deeper. Jon groans and Ryan would keep her like this; with her leg like this but he thinks it probably wouldn’t be comfortable and Ryan kind of wants this to last and for it to be good for Jon.
He lowers her leg back down to the bed and with the panties no longer restricting her, Jon spreads her legs even wider than before. Ryan goes back to her thighs, he nips at the skin of her inner thighs lightly; biting and sucking carefully all the while his fingers are still moving inside of her. Ryan drops kisses up her thigh, to the junction between her thigh and her hip. He presses a wet openmouthed kiss to the skin just above her cunt.
Jon’s hand is still in his hair, fingers winding around the soft curls. Ryan pulls his fingers from her body and Jon groans disapprovingly. Ryan doesn’t reply to that but instead uses his sticky fingers to hold Jon open for him. He flicks his eyes up to meet her gaze for a brief moment before he smirks wickedly and dips his head, the tip of his tongue coming into contact with her clit.
Jon gasps loud in surprise and her body bucks up to meet his mouth.
“Shit, Ryan, warn me next time,” Jon says, her voice is wrecked, breathless. Ryan pulls back a bit, his tongue darting out over his lips.
“Okay, Jon, I’m about to go down on you now,” Ryan says, his own voice darker with want. He leans in and licks a small circle around her clit. Jon whines high in her throat. “Is that,” Ryan starts he keeps himself close and blows on her clit, it twitches with the cold air and Jon bites back a moan, “Is that good enough?” he asks as he blows warm air over her clit again.
Jon hand is a firm weight at the back of Ryan’s head and she presses down, urging his mouth to meet her pussy once again. Ryan allows Jon to guide his head back to where she’s still open and aching for him. He drops lower, flattens his tongue and licks a long line up her cunt, tasting her for the first time.
Jon’s fingers tighten in his hair and it feels like she doesn’t know whether or not to push him away or pull him closer, get him deeper. Ryan’s shoulders press at her thighs, helping to spread her open wider. He points his tongue and lets it slide into Jon.
“Holy shit, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.” Jon’s panting now, chanting his name as he fucks her with his tongue. Jon’s pressing down on the back of his head, tugging his hair occasionally and guiding him to the places she wants to feel his tongue the most.
Again Ryan’s mind flicks over to boy Jon. Is this what it would be like if Ryan were going down on Jon as a guy? Would Jon be just as eager and enthusiastic about showing Ryan where he liked to have his cock touched and licked? A part of Ryan really hopes so.
Ryan moves back up to lap at Jon’s clit. His mouth and chin are wet and covered in Jon and Ryan fucking loves it in the best way. Jon’s groans and moans have deteriorated into little unh, unh, unh sounds every time Ryan’s tongue curls slow around her throbbing nub.
Jon’s hips are rolling, pushing her crotch up against his mouth. Ryan closes his mouth around her clit and sucks gently, Jon mewls and the hand not fisting Ryan’s hair bites into the bed sheets. Her body arches and her thighs squeeze at his shoulders.
Ryan keeps sucking at her clit as he pushes three fingers back inside her.
“Oh fuck, Ryan, your mouth, your fingers, fuck.” Jon stretches out the last word as Ryan gets her off. Ryan’s cock is hard and throbbing, trapped in his pants. He grinds down against the mattress in an attempt at doing something about that matter without actually taking his hands off of Jon.
Jon is clenching down tight around Ryan’s digits, making her already tight pussy feel even tighter. Ryan thinks Jon is close so he sucks at her clit harder, soothes over the trembling bundle of nerves with his tongue while his fingers slide so easily in and out of her aided by her own slickness.
Jon is making these amazing noises, grunts and moans and Ryan’s dick jerks at each little one. He wants to know what Jon sounds like normally, he wants the little snippets of sounds he had managed to catch once or twice on tour, he wants those expanded.
“Ryan, please, I’m so close,” Jon growls and Ryan picks up his pace. He’s near brutal with the relentless way he’s filling her up. His tongue sweeps up and down her clit, travels in circles around it and that combined with the fingering seems to be all Jon needs to be pushed over the edge and into her orgasm.
It’s Jon’s first orgasm as a girl. Ryan gave Jon her first orgasm as a girl. Ryan watches as Jon comes. Her eyes screw shut and her mouth is open on a guttural, raw moan. Jon’s whole body is trembling and then she’s down on the bed, boneless and panting, Ryan’s fingers still buried inside.
Ryan slowly removes his fingers and Jon whimpers. He kisses each of her thighs before he pulls off his shirt, shedding his first article of clothing since they started. He wipes his fingers off on his own shirt before he tosses it to the floor.
Ryan sits back on his heels and he’s well aware that his cock is hard and bulging in the not at all concealing fabric of his corduroy pants. Jon’s beautiful lying all sprawled and open, her dark hair a messy halo around her head, her chest and breasts heaving as she catches her breath and her pretty panties still caught around one leg.
Ryan’s trying to soak this image in because he knows he’ll be jerking off to it today and for months to come. Jon props herself up on her elbows and raises an eyebrow.
“You’re hard,” she points out and Ryan snorts.
“That was hot and I’m a dude… of course I am.” Ryan resists the urge to reach down and cup himself through his pants even though his cock is screaming for his attention. Jon snorts.
“I’m a dude too so, I know,” Jon says and oh right, Jon is a dude.
There’s a small silence where Jon’s surveying Ryan, her dark eyes scanning all over his body. Ryan tries to fight it but his hand snakes down to his crotch and then he’s palming himself through his pants. Jon catches this mostly due to the slight gasp he gives at the first touch to his aching cock.
Jon settles down on her back again. “Ryan, come here, man.”
Ryan’s heart jumps in his chest. Jon’s legs aren’t spread open but they aren’t closed all the way either and he can see her wet, pink slit still from here. Ryan wonders if Jon’s going to let him fuck her.
“Ryan,” Jon says again, she sounds a mix of impatient and lazy, typical Jon. Ryan doesn’t know exactly what she wants him to do but he crawls over her until his face is hovering near hers and his body is above hers. They’re not touching; Ryan holding himself up and his knees on either side of her thighs.
“Yes, Jon?” Ryan asks carefully. If they’re not doing anything he’d really like to go to his own room and jerk off. He hopes that Jon will at least take pity on him and his dick and give him a handjob.
Jon smiles, wide and completely like the normal Jon. She gets a hand at the back of his neck and then she’s pulling his head down and pressing their mouths together. Ryan opens his mouth in surprise because this is the first time they’ve kissed and kissing, kissing was never actively put on the table. Kissing isn’t something that Jon’s never felt before, not like getting eaten out was.
Jon uses Ryan’s surprise as a chance to slide her tongue into his mouth. Ryan feels dizzy, his head swims at the thought of Jon tasting herself, does it still count this way? Ryan isn’t sure. Jon’s hand on the back of Ryan’s neck keeps him in place, much like it had when he had gone down on her. The memory makes Ryan’s cock throb and he can’t stop his body from rutting down against Jon, his cock rubbing against her thigh.
Jon’s either too busy exploring his mouth, chasing the taste of her own come or she just doesn’t care because they’re not stopping. Ryan’s only a little surprised by how little he cares. Finally though they break away to breathe and then Jon’s petting a hand through his hair and licking her lips.
“You’re hard,” Jon says again and Ryan doesn’t notice Jon’s hand sliding between them until she’s cupping his dick through his pants. Ryan groans instantly at her touch and Jon smiles proudly, like she’s pleased she can draw noises from him too. She leans up and presses a soft kiss to his mouth.
“I’d let you fuck me but,” she stops and Ryan can feel her undoing his belt with just one hand. He feels the buckle scrap across the skin of his stomach, “I’d probably be really fucking sore.” Jon’s tone is light, friendly as she pops the button on his pants. “But we can do the next best thing,” she tells him and Ryan is thinking handjob.
Jon smiles wickedly and drags down the zipper on Ryan’s pants. Her other hand leaves the back of his neck and joins its mate at Ryan’s hips. She’s pushing down his pants and boxers until they pool around his ass.
Ryan’s expecting her to tell him to get on his back or for her to crawl out from underneath him but she doesn’t. Instead what Jon does is spread her legs open wide once again. Ryan is admittedly confused.
He looks down at her and then further down at where her legs are spread open. “I thought you said no fucking?” He asks, his voice is tight with arousal.
“I did.”
“Then what?-“
“Don’t push inside,” she tells him and she’s staring at him like she’s expecting him to get it.
“I… what?”
Jon actually laughs at him, that musical laugh that makes Ryan’s chest too tight.
“Here, I’ll help you,” she says and then her hand is leaving his hip and is up in front of her face. Ryan watches her lick her palm before she goes back down and wraps her hand around his cock. Jon strokes him and its fucking perfect, Ryan figures Jon knows just how to touch and stroke because that’s what he used to do to himself.
She strokes him and Ryan has to catch his breath so he doesn’t come all over her right now. Ryan lets his eyes slide closed and he hums happily as she jerks him, her fist curling around the head of his dick, spreading his precome around.
But then Jon’s hand is gone and Ryan’s eyes fly open, a confused little “Wha?” leaving his throat. Jon doesn’t say anything but she wraps her hand around the base of his dick. She spreads her legs a bit more and then she’s guiding him to her cunt.
“Whoa, whoa, what? Jon what?” Ryan has to stop himself from pushing inside, the head of his cock is pressed against her entrance; a teasing wet heat. Jon takes a shaky breath and her eyes are lidded, a spark of arousal heating them back up once again.
“Just…just up and down, not inside,” she tells him.
Then it clicks; then Ryan gets it. She wants him to trace his cock up and down the line of her pussy, like he had done with his fingers earlier. Ryan moans at the realization, this is so much better than a handjob.
Ryan plants his hand firmer in the mattress and wraps the other around his cock so he can tease at her cunt, trace the head up and down her wet folds.
“Ah, fuck,” Jon gasps.
“Is this okay?” Ryan whispers gruffly. Jon nods.
“Yeah-yeah, I’m just still sensitive from earlier, your fingers.”
Ryan groans and his dick slides in a little more but he’s still not inside of her. Jon’s wetness is spreading across the head of Ryan’s dick and she’s so hot. He can feel the muscles in her pussy clenching down on nothing, like she wants him inside of her as bad as he wants to be inside.
“Oh god, Jon, you don’t even know… so fucking hot.”
Jon moans softly as Ryan’s dick slides against her. Ryan fists himself a little, his cock wet from Jon’s slit. He trails just the head of his cock up and down her pussy before he stops at her clit. Ryan rolls his hips and the leaking head of his cock brushes against Jon’s swollen clit.
Jon moans loud and Ryan nearly comes just from the sound. He does it again rubbing the head of his dick against her clit, they slide together wetly and Ryan’s slowly getting closer and closer to the edge. Jon’s hands fly to his shoulders, her short nails digging into his skin.
Ryan moves his cock back down and then he’s rubbing against her again, the hot warmth of her folds enveloping the head of his cock. Ryan’s getting too close to keep rubbing against her so he pulls back, sits back on his heels and strokes himself furiously.
His cock is slick because of Jon and Ryan is so, so close. It won’t take much to make him come. He tips his head back and closes his eyes; the head of his cock sliding through the tight circle of his fist. Ryan bites his lip and he can feel Jon’s guitar rough hands trailing up his thighs, her hands move between his legs and then she’s cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her hands.
Ryan’s already on edge so when he feels a damp heat against the slit of his cock his eyes fly open and he sees Jon pressing an openmouthed kiss to the head of his cock and that’s it, he’s done. Jon seems to know that Ryan’s about to come so she pulls back and sits on her haunches.
Ryan only needs to stroke himself once more before he’s coming across his own fist, thick white strings hitting the tan warm brown of Jon’s skin. Ryan jerks himself through it only letting go when his dick starts to soften. He’s panting when he looks up at Jon and she smiles at him, soft and beautiful.
“You came on me, asshole,” she says; pointing to her thigh and hip where Ryan’s pearly strands of come are clinging to her skin.
“I also gave you the best orgasm of your life,” Ryan starts. He motions for Jon to sit back and she does, her legs stretching out in front of her. Ryan lifts her right leg and slides the panties off of her. He uses the damp, stretched out material to wipe his come off of Jon’s thigh and hip, “So now we’re even.”
Jon collapses in her bed, stretched out and warm, sated after coming.
“When did I say it was the best of my life?” she teases. Ryan throws Jon’s ruined panties on the floor alongside his shirt and falls down next to her. His pants are still caught around his knees and for a moment he considers pulling them back up but instead he kicks them off and pushes them onto the floor as well.
“The best of your girl life at least,” Ryan mutters sleepily. He doesn’t know what’s going on right now. They’re both naked and for all accounts and purposes they just had sex. But it doesn’t feel awkward and it doesn’t feel wrong, in fact, Ryan’s never felt more right.
“And you ruined my underwear. Those things were like ten bucks,” Jon laments. Her eyes are closed and the sun is spilling into the room, creeping across the bed. Soon it will reach them and Jon will look even more golden and perfect than she does now.
“I’ll buy you more. Ones that aren’t fancy and girly. I’ll get you ones that are you.”
“Such a gentleman,” Jon teases, Ryan slaps at her arm gently. She’s so warm and soft.
“A bra too, you’ll need a bra.”
“I like how you’re planning long term, like I’ll be like this forever.”
Jon’s eyes are still closed but Ryan can hear the little thread of worry in her voice. Ryan gets brave and reaches out, takes her hand and laces their fingers together.
“You’ll just have to wear the bra and panties when you’re a guy again,” Ryan says, he’s trying for joking, for light and easy. He rubs his thumb in circles against the back of her hand.
Jon laughs. “Yeah, you wish.”
Ryan doesn’t say anything but yeah, he kind of does.
Title: She's Just the Girl I'm Looking For
Author: Cassie! Aka pinkichan
Pairing: girl!jon/ryan
Rating: nc-17
Summary: All these sensations are new for Jon and Ryan is already taking an immense pleasure in being the first person to get the girl version of Jon off. Ryan’s fingers are still pressed against the warm skin above Jon’s slit. Jon shifts impatiently under his hand.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and this is all totally fake
Warning: girl sex
Authors Notes: A snapshot from a potentially bigger verse where Jon Wakes up as a girl and Ryan is kind of ridiculously attracted to her. Pretty much straight up porn. And thanks to my dearest spindlelimbs for pretty much spamming me with girl!jon until I loved her as much as she did. &hearts
Ryan gets a hand on Jon’s thigh, the skin soft and smooth under his touch. Jon’s breath catches and Ryan can feel the slight quake of her thighs as he pushes her legs further apart. Jon is on her back in her temporary bed that she sleeps in whenever she comes to LA. Granted this is the first time Jon’s ever been in this bed as a girl.
Jon still has her panties on. They’re soft cotton, light green with pink lace running along the waistband and edges of the panties. There’s a little pink ribbon that’s tied into a bow on the front and Ryan reaches out with his free hand and strokes at the smooth silk. Jon’s breath catches again and Ryan smirks despite himself.
All these sensations are new for Jon and Ryan is already taking an immense pleasure in being the first person to get the girl version of Jon off. Ryan’s fingers are still pressed against the warm skin above Jon’s slit. Jon shifts impatiently under his hand.
“Are you going to touch me or just inspect my panties all damn day?” Jon huffs out. Ryan laughs.
“I didn’t take you for one to have frilly bow covered panties,” Ryan says. He drags two of his fingers down the middle of her pussy, digits touching over heated flesh that’s still covered by the thin cotton material.
“I ordered them online. I just clicked the first ones I saw,” Jon reasons, her voice lilting higher when Ryan’s fingers touch her. Jon gasps when Ryan repeats the motion, dragging just one long finger up and down her covered slit. He can already feel her so hot against him; he can feel Jon growing damp against the cloth. Ryan adds more pressure against the fabric of her panties. He presses his digit against her, his finger sliding inside just a little, still restrained by her panties.
This seems to be enough for Jon though because she lets out a soft moan and her hips rock down against him. Ryan moves his thumb up and presses down against her clit, still touching her through the fabric of her panties. Jon positively bucks at the first touch to her clit and Ryan takes that as an okay to keep going.
He strokes her, his fingers tracing up and down the line of her slit and pushing in just slightly but Ryan doesn’t go in all the way and he still hasn’t touched her without the barrier of her underwear between them. Jon is groaning, writhing and Ryan can practically smell how turned on she is.
He wants to ask how different it feels. He wants to know if the head of Jon’s dick is as sensitive as his newly found clit. He wants to ask but he doesn’t know how to get the words to come out right.
Jon’s wet now. Her panties are wet from Ryan stroking her. There’s something so fucking hot about seeing the evidence that she likes what he’s doing to her.
Jon sits up and Ryan scoots back a little, unsure if they’ve gone too far, if Jon wants to stop. Ryan watches as Jon pulls off the soft white t-shirt she was wearing, one that guy Jon wears on a regular basis, up over her head. She doesn’t have a bra; they never got around to ordering one like they did the underwear so Jon’s ample breasts hang down heavy and gorgeous.
“I’ll never get over how perfect your tits are,” Ryan says. He loves Jon’s tits, they’re not huge but they’re not small either. Ryan reaches out without preamble and cups her breasts, they’re warm and heavy against his palms. He brushes guitar callused fingertips against Jon’s perfect pink nipples. Jon bites her lips; her lips weirdly enough are fuller now, just like her jaw isn’t as pronounced, just like the beard is gone and Jon suddenly has a pussy, a curved waist, a girl body.
Jon moans open and loud in the quiet of the bedroom. Ryan feels overly dressed in contrast to Jon who’s just in her panties. Her body is still a nice golden brown from when boy Jon, normal Jon, had been spending his days wandering around in Ryan’s backyard shirtless, letting the warm sun tan his skin.
Ryan wants to ask if it would be alright if he took off his shirt too, if he got down to his boxers. But he’s already half hard in his pants and this… this isn’t supposed to be about Ryan. It’s just an experiment, it’s just to show Jon what it’s like as a girl and it’s only Ryan who’s here because he’s the person Jon trusts the most.
This isn’t normal sex and Ryan has to keep that thought locked in the forefront of his mind.
“Yeah it’s a real shame they’re only temporary,” Jon says. Her voice is breathless with arousal. Ryan pinches at her nipples, leans in close and lets his tongue trace over one pebbled nub and then the other. Jon groans and her small hand finds the back of his neck, resting there, holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan circles his tongue over her nipples and his cock twitches at each and every sound that escapes Jon’s mouth, he can feel the vibrations rumbling through her body.
“Your mouth should be in other places now. Your fingers too,” Jon says and Ryan flicks his tongue over her nipple once more before he pulls back and sits on his heels.
“Yeah? You’re cool with that?” Ryan asks. He wants to make sure; they just kind of fell into this situation after all. Jon reaches down and cups herself through her underwear. Ryan wants to touch too; he wants to feel Jon warm and slick around his fingers.
“I am more than okay with this, Ross. Just come on, please.”
Ryan’s really not used to handling Jon in this manner but he thinks that he could get used to it. Ryan nods and Jon grins wide and familiar despite his different gender. Jon gets back down on to her back and she spreads her legs for him.
Ryan reaches up and tucks his fingers into the waistband of Jon’s panties. His fingers brush the smooth skin of her stomach and Ryan can feel the muscles in her stomach go taut. Jon raises her hips up and Ryan tugs her panties down to her knees where they catch because Jon’s legs are spread too wide.
Ryan moves his hands to cup her rounded hips, his thumbs tracing over the bones. His hands move to trail down her inner thighs, the skin there isn’t smooth and hairless like he thinks it would be with a regular girl. Jon wasn’t quite adventurous enough to try shaving his legs.
Ryan is pushing her warm thighs apart just a little more. Jon is breathing quickly and she makes these little impatient sounds when Ryan drags his fingers down the skin of her thighs instead of touching her where she wants it the most.
“Ryan,” Jon says harshly and Ryan laughs just a little before he moves over to her cunt, to where she’s wet and slick. He can smell her already, the musky heady scent of her arousal. Ryan briefly wonders if it would smell different if Jon was still a guy.
Ryan cups his hand over Jon’s pussy, his fingers resting against the dark curls. Ryan trails one finger down the line of her cunt, much like he had done when she still had her panties on. Ryan does it again, traces her slit all the way up and then all the way down. Jon whimpers and Ryan bites his lip. She’s so wet already and Ryan has this intense urge to lean in and taste, to circle his tongue around her clit like he had done to her nipples.
Jon rocks her hips up and Ryan takes that as a sign to further his actions. He slides a finger into Jon. Ryan doesn’t go all the way, choosing to tease her first. Jon’s breath is coming out in these little pants, her hips rocking up slowly against him, wanting him deeper.
Ryan holds Jon open so she’s exposed for him, hot and wet and perfectly gorgeous. Ryan’s spindly finger inches up and takes an experimental drag against Jon’s clit. Jon’s body jerks and Ryan smiles at the reaction. He presses down on her clit and drags his fingertip in a slow circular motion. He’s using all his best moves, all the things that got his girlfriends in the past off the best. But they feel different with Jon. They feel better
“Fuck,” Jon pushes her head back against the pillow and her fingers slide against the sheets, scrabbling for purchase. Her whole body is twisting, arching up for Ryan, pushing for more. Ryan isn’t sure how much to give. He knows Jon’s not a virgin. Well, guy Jon isn’t a virgin but does it change over? “Come on, Ryan. More,” Jon pleads, her hips still rocking down against him.
Ryan kisses the side of her knee. “You’re pushy in bed, Jon. Is that just when you’re a girl or are you always this way?” He’s still dragging his fingertip in torturously slow circles as he talks to her. Jon’s toes curl and she arches her neck, showing off the line of her throat. Jon doesn’t answer, just moans lowly and it’s so fucking hot.
Ryan’s tongue darts over his lips and he slowly lets his finger inch into her cunt. Jon is tight, tight but he’s thinking not a virgin. Jon is tight and hot and so, so wet around his digit. He’s got his finger inside up to the knuckle when he crooks his finger and rubs against her inner walls.
Jon moans loud and open and it’s like fucking music to Ryan. He cannot get enough.
“I can… I can take another, Ryan,” Jon pants. She’s sweating a little, her hair sticking to her forehead and her eyes huge and blown dark.
“Shit.” Ryan kisses the side of her knee again, drags his mouth down her skin and her thighs tremble under his mouth. Ryan worms a second finger inside of Jon, pressing it in tight along the first. She groans and starts rocking down again, eager for him to fuck her.
Ryan starts slow. He pulls all the way out, his fingers wet and glistening in the light of the room. Jon tips her head down to watch Ryan, her pink mouth open and she’s panting. Ryan locks eyes with her and then slowly, slowly he presses both of his slick fingers into his mouth, sucking off Jon’s taste.
Jon’s eyes slit closed and she moans; her own hand slipping down between her legs to rub at her clit. And if Ryan thought fingering her was hot it’s nothing compared to Jon touching herself for him. Jon’s cheeks burn and her lip is caught between her teeth. Ryan watches as Jon rubs at her clit, hard and fast, nothing at all like Ryan was touching her.
She whines low in her throat. “Jon…” Ryan’s voice is rough and he clears his throat and tries again. “Jon, let me.” Ryan pushes her hands away, their wet fingers brushing and Jon sets her hand on her thigh, shiny trails being left behind by her fingers.
Ryan pushes his two fingers back inside of her, quicker this time, filling Jon up faster than before. Jon gasps, his name falling from her lips brokenly. Ryan takes a steady pace as he fingers Jon. He gets brave and tries for a third finger. Jon moans as Ryan gets a third finger pressed alongside the first two.
“Can I go… is faster okay?” Ryan asks. Jon has her lip clenched between her teeth and her head is thrashing against the pillow.
“God yes, please, please,” Jon begs. Ryan’s cock is throbbing hard and heavy between his legs. He wonders if maybe Jon would suck him off after this, if he should ask for it. Ryan quickens his pace and he fucks her hard with three fingers, pressing in all the way before drawing out and pushing back in swiftly. There are all these wet dirty sounds and it shouldn’t be hot. It shouldn’t be but it is, oh fuck it is.
“Shit, shit, Ryan! Fuck, forget any time I’ve ever made fun of your fingers,” Jon moans, her back arching as Ryan fingers her. Ryan laughs breathlessly and presses a kiss to the soft skin of Jon’s inner thigh.
“That good, huh?” Ryan teases and Jon doesn’t answer but slides her hand down and cups Ryan’s cheek; her fingers, they’re still thick and the touch feels familiar when she slides her fingers into Ryan’s hair. Jon’s touch varies between petting him and letting her fingers tighten into Ryan’s soft curls.
Ryan kisses Jon’s thigh again, ducks his head and noses at the skin. Ryan lets his free hand wander down the skin of her leg, down to where her damp panties are still stretched and caught around her knees. Ryan wraps his fingers around Jon’s left leg and urges her to lift it for him.
Jon raises her leg and Ryan pushes it up and back so her knee bumps against her chest. Ryan carefully lifts the lacey wet fabric that smells so much like Jon, he lifts it off of her leg. It’s still stuck on her right leg, trapped against her knee but that’s okay, Ryan can still work with that.
In this position with her leg pressed against her chest, it changes the angle of Ryan’s fingers slipping in and out of her. It makes Jon feel tighter and lets Ryan press down deeper. Jon groans and Ryan would keep her like this; with her leg like this but he thinks it probably wouldn’t be comfortable and Ryan kind of wants this to last and for it to be good for Jon.
He lowers her leg back down to the bed and with the panties no longer restricting her, Jon spreads her legs even wider than before. Ryan goes back to her thighs, he nips at the skin of her inner thighs lightly; biting and sucking carefully all the while his fingers are still moving inside of her. Ryan drops kisses up her thigh, to the junction between her thigh and her hip. He presses a wet openmouthed kiss to the skin just above her cunt.
Jon’s hand is still in his hair, fingers winding around the soft curls. Ryan pulls his fingers from her body and Jon groans disapprovingly. Ryan doesn’t reply to that but instead uses his sticky fingers to hold Jon open for him. He flicks his eyes up to meet her gaze for a brief moment before he smirks wickedly and dips his head, the tip of his tongue coming into contact with her clit.
Jon gasps loud in surprise and her body bucks up to meet his mouth.
“Shit, Ryan, warn me next time,” Jon says, her voice is wrecked, breathless. Ryan pulls back a bit, his tongue darting out over his lips.
“Okay, Jon, I’m about to go down on you now,” Ryan says, his own voice darker with want. He leans in and licks a small circle around her clit. Jon whines high in her throat. “Is that,” Ryan starts he keeps himself close and blows on her clit, it twitches with the cold air and Jon bites back a moan, “Is that good enough?” he asks as he blows warm air over her clit again.
Jon hand is a firm weight at the back of Ryan’s head and she presses down, urging his mouth to meet her pussy once again. Ryan allows Jon to guide his head back to where she’s still open and aching for him. He drops lower, flattens his tongue and licks a long line up her cunt, tasting her for the first time.
Jon’s fingers tighten in his hair and it feels like she doesn’t know whether or not to push him away or pull him closer, get him deeper. Ryan’s shoulders press at her thighs, helping to spread her open wider. He points his tongue and lets it slide into Jon.
“Holy shit, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.” Jon’s panting now, chanting his name as he fucks her with his tongue. Jon’s pressing down on the back of his head, tugging his hair occasionally and guiding him to the places she wants to feel his tongue the most.
Again Ryan’s mind flicks over to boy Jon. Is this what it would be like if Ryan were going down on Jon as a guy? Would Jon be just as eager and enthusiastic about showing Ryan where he liked to have his cock touched and licked? A part of Ryan really hopes so.
Ryan moves back up to lap at Jon’s clit. His mouth and chin are wet and covered in Jon and Ryan fucking loves it in the best way. Jon’s groans and moans have deteriorated into little unh, unh, unh sounds every time Ryan’s tongue curls slow around her throbbing nub.
Jon’s hips are rolling, pushing her crotch up against his mouth. Ryan closes his mouth around her clit and sucks gently, Jon mewls and the hand not fisting Ryan’s hair bites into the bed sheets. Her body arches and her thighs squeeze at his shoulders.
Ryan keeps sucking at her clit as he pushes three fingers back inside her.
“Oh fuck, Ryan, your mouth, your fingers, fuck.” Jon stretches out the last word as Ryan gets her off. Ryan’s cock is hard and throbbing, trapped in his pants. He grinds down against the mattress in an attempt at doing something about that matter without actually taking his hands off of Jon.
Jon is clenching down tight around Ryan’s digits, making her already tight pussy feel even tighter. Ryan thinks Jon is close so he sucks at her clit harder, soothes over the trembling bundle of nerves with his tongue while his fingers slide so easily in and out of her aided by her own slickness.
Jon is making these amazing noises, grunts and moans and Ryan’s dick jerks at each little one. He wants to know what Jon sounds like normally, he wants the little snippets of sounds he had managed to catch once or twice on tour, he wants those expanded.
“Ryan, please, I’m so close,” Jon growls and Ryan picks up his pace. He’s near brutal with the relentless way he’s filling her up. His tongue sweeps up and down her clit, travels in circles around it and that combined with the fingering seems to be all Jon needs to be pushed over the edge and into her orgasm.
It’s Jon’s first orgasm as a girl. Ryan gave Jon her first orgasm as a girl. Ryan watches as Jon comes. Her eyes screw shut and her mouth is open on a guttural, raw moan. Jon’s whole body is trembling and then she’s down on the bed, boneless and panting, Ryan’s fingers still buried inside.
Ryan slowly removes his fingers and Jon whimpers. He kisses each of her thighs before he pulls off his shirt, shedding his first article of clothing since they started. He wipes his fingers off on his own shirt before he tosses it to the floor.
Ryan sits back on his heels and he’s well aware that his cock is hard and bulging in the not at all concealing fabric of his corduroy pants. Jon’s beautiful lying all sprawled and open, her dark hair a messy halo around her head, her chest and breasts heaving as she catches her breath and her pretty panties still caught around one leg.
Ryan’s trying to soak this image in because he knows he’ll be jerking off to it today and for months to come. Jon props herself up on her elbows and raises an eyebrow.
“You’re hard,” she points out and Ryan snorts.
“That was hot and I’m a dude… of course I am.” Ryan resists the urge to reach down and cup himself through his pants even though his cock is screaming for his attention. Jon snorts.
“I’m a dude too so, I know,” Jon says and oh right, Jon is a dude.
There’s a small silence where Jon’s surveying Ryan, her dark eyes scanning all over his body. Ryan tries to fight it but his hand snakes down to his crotch and then he’s palming himself through his pants. Jon catches this mostly due to the slight gasp he gives at the first touch to his aching cock.
Jon settles down on her back again. “Ryan, come here, man.”
Ryan’s heart jumps in his chest. Jon’s legs aren’t spread open but they aren’t closed all the way either and he can see her wet, pink slit still from here. Ryan wonders if Jon’s going to let him fuck her.
“Ryan,” Jon says again, she sounds a mix of impatient and lazy, typical Jon. Ryan doesn’t know exactly what she wants him to do but he crawls over her until his face is hovering near hers and his body is above hers. They’re not touching; Ryan holding himself up and his knees on either side of her thighs.
“Yes, Jon?” Ryan asks carefully. If they’re not doing anything he’d really like to go to his own room and jerk off. He hopes that Jon will at least take pity on him and his dick and give him a handjob.
Jon smiles, wide and completely like the normal Jon. She gets a hand at the back of his neck and then she’s pulling his head down and pressing their mouths together. Ryan opens his mouth in surprise because this is the first time they’ve kissed and kissing, kissing was never actively put on the table. Kissing isn’t something that Jon’s never felt before, not like getting eaten out was.
Jon uses Ryan’s surprise as a chance to slide her tongue into his mouth. Ryan feels dizzy, his head swims at the thought of Jon tasting herself, does it still count this way? Ryan isn’t sure. Jon’s hand on the back of Ryan’s neck keeps him in place, much like it had when he had gone down on her. The memory makes Ryan’s cock throb and he can’t stop his body from rutting down against Jon, his cock rubbing against her thigh.
Jon’s either too busy exploring his mouth, chasing the taste of her own come or she just doesn’t care because they’re not stopping. Ryan’s only a little surprised by how little he cares. Finally though they break away to breathe and then Jon’s petting a hand through his hair and licking her lips.
“You’re hard,” Jon says again and Ryan doesn’t notice Jon’s hand sliding between them until she’s cupping his dick through his pants. Ryan groans instantly at her touch and Jon smiles proudly, like she’s pleased she can draw noises from him too. She leans up and presses a soft kiss to his mouth.
“I’d let you fuck me but,” she stops and Ryan can feel her undoing his belt with just one hand. He feels the buckle scrap across the skin of his stomach, “I’d probably be really fucking sore.” Jon’s tone is light, friendly as she pops the button on his pants. “But we can do the next best thing,” she tells him and Ryan is thinking handjob.
Jon smiles wickedly and drags down the zipper on Ryan’s pants. Her other hand leaves the back of his neck and joins its mate at Ryan’s hips. She’s pushing down his pants and boxers until they pool around his ass.
Ryan’s expecting her to tell him to get on his back or for her to crawl out from underneath him but she doesn’t. Instead what Jon does is spread her legs open wide once again. Ryan is admittedly confused.
He looks down at her and then further down at where her legs are spread open. “I thought you said no fucking?” He asks, his voice is tight with arousal.
“I did.”
“Then what?-“
“Don’t push inside,” she tells him and she’s staring at him like she’s expecting him to get it.
“I… what?”
Jon actually laughs at him, that musical laugh that makes Ryan’s chest too tight.
“Here, I’ll help you,” she says and then her hand is leaving his hip and is up in front of her face. Ryan watches her lick her palm before she goes back down and wraps her hand around his cock. Jon strokes him and its fucking perfect, Ryan figures Jon knows just how to touch and stroke because that’s what he used to do to himself.
She strokes him and Ryan has to catch his breath so he doesn’t come all over her right now. Ryan lets his eyes slide closed and he hums happily as she jerks him, her fist curling around the head of his dick, spreading his precome around.
But then Jon’s hand is gone and Ryan’s eyes fly open, a confused little “Wha?” leaving his throat. Jon doesn’t say anything but she wraps her hand around the base of his dick. She spreads her legs a bit more and then she’s guiding him to her cunt.
“Whoa, whoa, what? Jon what?” Ryan has to stop himself from pushing inside, the head of his cock is pressed against her entrance; a teasing wet heat. Jon takes a shaky breath and her eyes are lidded, a spark of arousal heating them back up once again.
“Just…just up and down, not inside,” she tells him.
Then it clicks; then Ryan gets it. She wants him to trace his cock up and down the line of her pussy, like he had done with his fingers earlier. Ryan moans at the realization, this is so much better than a handjob.
Ryan plants his hand firmer in the mattress and wraps the other around his cock so he can tease at her cunt, trace the head up and down her wet folds.
“Ah, fuck,” Jon gasps.
“Is this okay?” Ryan whispers gruffly. Jon nods.
“Yeah-yeah, I’m just still sensitive from earlier, your fingers.”
Ryan groans and his dick slides in a little more but he’s still not inside of her. Jon’s wetness is spreading across the head of Ryan’s dick and she’s so hot. He can feel the muscles in her pussy clenching down on nothing, like she wants him inside of her as bad as he wants to be inside.
“Oh god, Jon, you don’t even know… so fucking hot.”
Jon moans softly as Ryan’s dick slides against her. Ryan fists himself a little, his cock wet from Jon’s slit. He trails just the head of his cock up and down her pussy before he stops at her clit. Ryan rolls his hips and the leaking head of his cock brushes against Jon’s swollen clit.
Jon moans loud and Ryan nearly comes just from the sound. He does it again rubbing the head of his dick against her clit, they slide together wetly and Ryan’s slowly getting closer and closer to the edge. Jon’s hands fly to his shoulders, her short nails digging into his skin.
Ryan moves his cock back down and then he’s rubbing against her again, the hot warmth of her folds enveloping the head of his cock. Ryan’s getting too close to keep rubbing against her so he pulls back, sits back on his heels and strokes himself furiously.
His cock is slick because of Jon and Ryan is so, so close. It won’t take much to make him come. He tips his head back and closes his eyes; the head of his cock sliding through the tight circle of his fist. Ryan bites his lip and he can feel Jon’s guitar rough hands trailing up his thighs, her hands move between his legs and then she’s cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her hands.
Ryan’s already on edge so when he feels a damp heat against the slit of his cock his eyes fly open and he sees Jon pressing an openmouthed kiss to the head of his cock and that’s it, he’s done. Jon seems to know that Ryan’s about to come so she pulls back and sits on her haunches.
Ryan only needs to stroke himself once more before he’s coming across his own fist, thick white strings hitting the tan warm brown of Jon’s skin. Ryan jerks himself through it only letting go when his dick starts to soften. He’s panting when he looks up at Jon and she smiles at him, soft and beautiful.
“You came on me, asshole,” she says; pointing to her thigh and hip where Ryan’s pearly strands of come are clinging to her skin.
“I also gave you the best orgasm of your life,” Ryan starts. He motions for Jon to sit back and she does, her legs stretching out in front of her. Ryan lifts her right leg and slides the panties off of her. He uses the damp, stretched out material to wipe his come off of Jon’s thigh and hip, “So now we’re even.”
Jon collapses in her bed, stretched out and warm, sated after coming.
“When did I say it was the best of my life?” she teases. Ryan throws Jon’s ruined panties on the floor alongside his shirt and falls down next to her. His pants are still caught around his knees and for a moment he considers pulling them back up but instead he kicks them off and pushes them onto the floor as well.
“The best of your girl life at least,” Ryan mutters sleepily. He doesn’t know what’s going on right now. They’re both naked and for all accounts and purposes they just had sex. But it doesn’t feel awkward and it doesn’t feel wrong, in fact, Ryan’s never felt more right.
“And you ruined my underwear. Those things were like ten bucks,” Jon laments. Her eyes are closed and the sun is spilling into the room, creeping across the bed. Soon it will reach them and Jon will look even more golden and perfect than she does now.
“I’ll buy you more. Ones that aren’t fancy and girly. I’ll get you ones that are you.”
“Such a gentleman,” Jon teases, Ryan slaps at her arm gently. She’s so warm and soft.
“A bra too, you’ll need a bra.”
“I like how you’re planning long term, like I’ll be like this forever.”
Jon’s eyes are still closed but Ryan can hear the little thread of worry in her voice. Ryan gets brave and reaches out, takes her hand and laces their fingers together.
“You’ll just have to wear the bra and panties when you’re a guy again,” Ryan says, he’s trying for joking, for light and easy. He rubs his thumb in circles against the back of her hand.
Jon laughs. “Yeah, you wish.”
Ryan doesn’t say anything but yeah, he kind of does.