All the Pretty Girls (Can't Measure to You)
Title: All the Pretty Girls (Can’t Measure to You)
Author: Cassie! Aka pinkichan
Pairing: Jon/girl!Ryan
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Ryan pushes her head into the pillow and whimpers. She’s wet and ready and she’s been wet and ready for him for hours and god she just needs Jon to touch her already.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and this is all totally fake
Warning: genderswap
Authors Notes: A gift for spindlelimbs for being the best beta ever and making the mantis!Ryan story look all pretty. Title and cut taken from All The Pretty Girls by Fun.
Ryan’s thighs tremble under Jon’s fingers. Jon presses down on her creamy thighs and walks his fingers up. Ryan pushes her head into the pillow and whimpers. She’s wet and ready and she’s been wet and ready for him for hours and god she just needs Jon to touch her already.
Jon’s fingers are trailing across the sharp jut of her hips and Ryan arches her body a little.
“Jon, no more teasing,” she says and Jon kisses the side of her knee, up her thigh, following the trail his fingers had just taken. His mouth is so much more of a tease than his fingers because it’s a wet heat that she’s all too familiar with. Jon’s one hand is still on her hip and the other traces down her right side, down her leg and Ryan’s glad she had shaved the day before.
Jon presses an open mouthed kiss against Ryan’s flat plane of stomach before he looks up at her, his dark eyes turned even darker with lust. “You like it,” Jon says, his voice is a low rumble and Ryan can feel the heat of his words wash against her skin. She does, she does like it.
“I need you now, please,” she breathes and Jon kisses her stomach again and then his hands are sliding against the underside of her thighs and he’s pushing her legs apart farther than Ryan had them. Jon cups her pussy and she gasps and grinds up against his palm. Jon smirks.
“You’re so wet.”
“I fucking told you I’ve been ready for hours,” Ryan snaps and Jon smirks again.
“What got you so excited, Ry? Thinking about the last time we were together?” Jon is talking slow and steady and he presses his hand down against her cunt again. Ryan bites her lip, bites back the groan that threatens to slip out. Damn Jon and his talented hands, his words that cut straight to her core and make little sparks of pleasure shoot up her spine.
“Were you thinking about when I bent you over the arm of the couch and took you from behind?” Jon says, he removes his hands from her, leaves her spread open and temporarily alone. Ryan fists her slender fingers into the sheets of her bed to resist the urge to touch herself because she’s so turned on she just needs, she needs Jon.
“Will you touch me already?” Ryan shoots, her face is tinged pink and her light brown curls are sticking sweat damp to her forehead. Jon does as she asks and he touches her but it’s just his fingers curling around one of her ankles, rubbing the bone.
“Say please,” Jon teases and Ryan sets her jaw tight. Jon, he’s such a bastard.
Ryan doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her giving in to him but he’s stroking light at her ankle and she wants that, those same strokes along her folds, touching at her clit. Ryan pushes up off the bed and she’s shifting until she’s kneeling in front of him, their faces close together.
“Please,” she whispers softly, her mouth inches from his but she won’t lean in the rest of the way, sometimes she likes teasing him just as much as he teases her. Jon closes the space between them and slides his tongue into her mouth, quick and dirty and Ryan stays there and lets him kiss her deep and wet and filthy.
Jon breaks away too soon and Ryan’s head is swimming from his smell and his taste and she whimpers softly, “Please.” Ryan is slowly letting go and Jon’s eyes flicker beyond lust and need and he smiles and presses a kiss to her mouth once again.
“Back on the bed, Ry,” Jon tells her. Ryan scoots to the middle of the bed and goes back on to her back on the mattress, spreading her legs wide and open for Jon. His eyes are dark and full of a hunger that Ryan never gets tired of seeing.
Jon settles between Ryan’s legs, thick blunt fingers tracing the underside of her thighs once again and Ryan’s aching for his touch now, desperate and less likely to fight Jon urging her to beg. Ryan feels the teasing, feather soft touch of Jon’s fingertip tracing down her folds, not enough, never enough.
“Jon,” Ryan breathes and Jon’s other hand comes around to hold her open and exposed for him. He strokes at her again, from her clit down and Ryan’s body jerks at the first touch of contact. Jon huffs out a little aroused laugh and she can feel his breath warm against her skin. He traces up and down her folds, dipping inside her just a bit but not deep enough. He strokes at her slit, rubbing slow circles with his middle finger against her.
Ryan groans and her hips roll up. Jon anchors her down with his arm over her hips. Jon is driving her crazy with his slow touches, the soft pressure of his finger sliding in slick little circles around her clit. It already feels like too much, like it wouldn’t take long at all for Jon to make her come.
“Can you… your fingers…” Ryan moans out, her body is twitching pleasantly under his touch and he doesn’t make her ask twice. Jon puts his thumb against her clit, pressing down hard and Ryan bites her lip. Jon slides his thick blunt fingers down her cunt and he pushes two inside without preamble.
“Fuck,” Ryan cries out and Jon hums out a pleased sound. No matter how many times they do this, Ryan will never stop loving the feeling of Jon’s fingers pushing inside. Jon drags his fingers against her walls and Ryan is panting, licking over her lips. He crooks his fingers and pushes in as far as he can because they both know Ryan can take it.
They don’t have a safeword but Ryan knows if she tells him no, if she wants him to stop, then Jon will.
Jon drags his fingers back out of her and Ryan can see them slick and shiny from her arousal. Jon raises them to his mouth and he sucks his own digits down, licking her taste off of them. Ryan’s eyes darken and she props herself up a little so she can watch him, flashes of pink tongue tracing over his fingers.
Ryan wants his mouth, his fingers, anything and everything he’ll give her.
Jon removes his fingers with a small pop and Ryan is still watching him when he pushes them back inside. Her toes curl and her fingers bite into the sheets as she lowers herself back down on to the mattress.
Jon sets up a quick rhythm, fingering her relentlessly. Slick wet sounds fill the air and the rustle of Jon shifting against the mattress, her whimpers and cries.
“Jon, Jon, so good. Jon,” Ryan moans out and Jon presses a damp kiss to the crease of her thigh.
“I love when you say my name like that,” Jon growls out and he crooks his fingers again, Ryan’s eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Do you want another, Ry? Can you handle it?” Jon breathes out and his voice, his words, it just makes it that much better.
“Yes. Yes, please Jon, please I can take it.” This is the point where Jon gets her where he wants her. He wants her to give up the control that she keeps everyday of her life. Jon wants her to beg and let go and just trust him and feel and she does.
Jon slides a third finger in alongside the other two and Ryan clenches around him. With three of his fingers inside her it’s almost, almost like his cock but at the same time not enough. Ryan’s skin is buzzing pleasantly and her mind is a constant chant of sogood, sohot, needmore.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this, Ryan. When you finally give in,” Jon whispers and his words make her cunt throb between her legs. His thumb returns to her clit, rubbing in hard circles. Ryan’s hips are twitching and jerking and her entire body feels hot and tight. She’s not going to last much longer at all.
Jon must know this, that she’s so close because he moves his thumb and dips his head and then he’s dragging the tip of his tongue against her clit. Ryan chokes on her breath and her hand instantly flies to his head, fingers slipping on his soft curls. She moans out his name because his mouth.
Jon flattens his tongue against her and he’s licking all around where his fingers are still fucking into her. Ryan grinds up against his mouth, getting his fingers just a little deeper and she clenches around him and tightens her fingers in Jon’s hair.
He hisses but doesn’t let up fingering her and licking her with quick little strokes.
“God, Jon, I’m-I-“ Ryan can barely form words as she’s driven out of her mind with the constant pleasure. She and Jon, they don’t even need words because Jon just goes that much faster, changing the pressure and giving her the push over the edge she so desperately needs.
Ryan is grinding against Jon’s mouth and then she’s coming, her hand on the back of his head and keeping Jon in place.Jon licks and fucks her through her orgasm. Ryan’s whole body is strung tight and arching as wave after wave of hot fucking absolute bliss crash through her.
Jon only pulls out once Ryan collapses back on the bed, boneless and sated and he gives her clit one last tiny lick and Ryan whines high in her throat. Ryan’s limbs feel heavy and her eyes are hooded, she breathes deep and content, feeling all wrung out and relaxed, all thanks to Jon.
Speaking of Jon, he’s sucking on his fingers again, licking Ryan off of them and Ryan’s pussy throbs a low arousal at the sight. Jon’s got his boxers on and she can see him tenting rock hard against the thin material. He’s probably just as close as she was and she’d let him fuck her if he asked.
Jon though, Jon just kneels between her legs and he drinks in her splayed out form. He shoves a hand down into his boxers and she can see him curling his fingers around his length.
“Can you take them down?” Ryan asks, her voice is rough, “I want to see.”
Jon hisses and nods and pushes his boxers down his thighs, revealing his rock hard cock, the head shiny with precome. Jon fucks into the tight damp circle of his fist and he tips his head back, exposes the long line of his throat, his hips moving fast.
“I’ll blow you, Jon. If you want,” Ryan offers and she really doesn’t feel like moving but still, she’d do it. Jon brings his head back down.
“No, no, I want. You don’t have to do anything. This is about you,” he mutters and his own voice is thick with lust and arousal and his eyes are so fucking dark, his mouth is shiny and a heat sears through Ryan’s stomach because that’s her, she did that.
Ryan rolls her eyes and props herself up a little. “Don’t be an idiot. Come here,” she says and she jerks her head motioning him to come to her. Jon shuffles over to her and Ryan has to bite back a laugh because it’s just a little awkward with his cock hard and bobbing between his legs.
Jon slides down next to her on the bed and Ryan smiles down at him before she rolls over on to her stomach. “On your side,” Ryan tells him and she curls her slender fingers over his hip, turning him. Jon is on his side and Ryan mouths lazily at the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” Jon breathes and his hand cups the side of Ryan’s face, pushes the hair that’s sticking to her cheek away. Ryan rubs her tongue just under the head of his dick and Jon grunts. She pulls off and licks over the slit, her eyes locked on his. He pulls his fingers through her hair, petting her.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. Ryan opens her mouth up more and swallows Jon down halfway. Her awkward angle won’t allow her to go all the way but Jon rolls his hips, pushing in just a few inches deeper. It amazes her, how quickly Jon can switch from hot and dominate to soft and romantic.
Ryan cups Jon’s balls, fondling them gently and working her mouth down his shaft. Jon mimics her earlier action and tightens his fingers in her hair, it doesn’t hurt. She swirls her tongue slowly against the underside of his dick and hollows her cheeks, sucking brutally hard without warning.
“Shit,” Jon swears and Ryan can feel his muscles tighten, his thighs tremble and she slides up his cock so only the head is still in her mouth and he comes. Jon shakes apart against her and his come is in her mouth and she waits to swallow until Jon is looking at her again. “So fucking hot,” he tells her and he wraps a hand around the thin rail of her arm and tugs her to him.
Their mouths meet in a messy kiss, they taste like each other and they share that taste in filthy wet kisses. Jon’s hands are curled around each side of her neck, his fingertips just barely brushing her jaw and their slick skin slides together. Ryan feels well fucked, she feels dirty and happy and most importantly, she feels loved.
Author: Cassie! Aka pinkichan
Pairing: Jon/girl!Ryan
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Ryan pushes her head into the pillow and whimpers. She’s wet and ready and she’s been wet and ready for him for hours and god she just needs Jon to touch her already.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and this is all totally fake
Warning: genderswap
Authors Notes: A gift for spindlelimbs for being the best beta ever and making the mantis!Ryan story look all pretty. Title and cut taken from All The Pretty Girls by Fun.
Ryan’s thighs tremble under Jon’s fingers. Jon presses down on her creamy thighs and walks his fingers up. Ryan pushes her head into the pillow and whimpers. She’s wet and ready and she’s been wet and ready for him for hours and god she just needs Jon to touch her already.
Jon’s fingers are trailing across the sharp jut of her hips and Ryan arches her body a little.
“Jon, no more teasing,” she says and Jon kisses the side of her knee, up her thigh, following the trail his fingers had just taken. His mouth is so much more of a tease than his fingers because it’s a wet heat that she’s all too familiar with. Jon’s one hand is still on her hip and the other traces down her right side, down her leg and Ryan’s glad she had shaved the day before.
Jon presses an open mouthed kiss against Ryan’s flat plane of stomach before he looks up at her, his dark eyes turned even darker with lust. “You like it,” Jon says, his voice is a low rumble and Ryan can feel the heat of his words wash against her skin. She does, she does like it.
“I need you now, please,” she breathes and Jon kisses her stomach again and then his hands are sliding against the underside of her thighs and he’s pushing her legs apart farther than Ryan had them. Jon cups her pussy and she gasps and grinds up against his palm. Jon smirks.
“You’re so wet.”
“I fucking told you I’ve been ready for hours,” Ryan snaps and Jon smirks again.
“What got you so excited, Ry? Thinking about the last time we were together?” Jon is talking slow and steady and he presses his hand down against her cunt again. Ryan bites her lip, bites back the groan that threatens to slip out. Damn Jon and his talented hands, his words that cut straight to her core and make little sparks of pleasure shoot up her spine.
“Were you thinking about when I bent you over the arm of the couch and took you from behind?” Jon says, he removes his hands from her, leaves her spread open and temporarily alone. Ryan fists her slender fingers into the sheets of her bed to resist the urge to touch herself because she’s so turned on she just needs, she needs Jon.
“Will you touch me already?” Ryan shoots, her face is tinged pink and her light brown curls are sticking sweat damp to her forehead. Jon does as she asks and he touches her but it’s just his fingers curling around one of her ankles, rubbing the bone.
“Say please,” Jon teases and Ryan sets her jaw tight. Jon, he’s such a bastard.
Ryan doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her giving in to him but he’s stroking light at her ankle and she wants that, those same strokes along her folds, touching at her clit. Ryan pushes up off the bed and she’s shifting until she’s kneeling in front of him, their faces close together.
“Please,” she whispers softly, her mouth inches from his but she won’t lean in the rest of the way, sometimes she likes teasing him just as much as he teases her. Jon closes the space between them and slides his tongue into her mouth, quick and dirty and Ryan stays there and lets him kiss her deep and wet and filthy.
Jon breaks away too soon and Ryan’s head is swimming from his smell and his taste and she whimpers softly, “Please.” Ryan is slowly letting go and Jon’s eyes flicker beyond lust and need and he smiles and presses a kiss to her mouth once again.
“Back on the bed, Ry,” Jon tells her. Ryan scoots to the middle of the bed and goes back on to her back on the mattress, spreading her legs wide and open for Jon. His eyes are dark and full of a hunger that Ryan never gets tired of seeing.
Jon settles between Ryan’s legs, thick blunt fingers tracing the underside of her thighs once again and Ryan’s aching for his touch now, desperate and less likely to fight Jon urging her to beg. Ryan feels the teasing, feather soft touch of Jon’s fingertip tracing down her folds, not enough, never enough.
“Jon,” Ryan breathes and Jon’s other hand comes around to hold her open and exposed for him. He strokes at her again, from her clit down and Ryan’s body jerks at the first touch of contact. Jon huffs out a little aroused laugh and she can feel his breath warm against her skin. He traces up and down her folds, dipping inside her just a bit but not deep enough. He strokes at her slit, rubbing slow circles with his middle finger against her.
Ryan groans and her hips roll up. Jon anchors her down with his arm over her hips. Jon is driving her crazy with his slow touches, the soft pressure of his finger sliding in slick little circles around her clit. It already feels like too much, like it wouldn’t take long at all for Jon to make her come.
“Can you… your fingers…” Ryan moans out, her body is twitching pleasantly under his touch and he doesn’t make her ask twice. Jon puts his thumb against her clit, pressing down hard and Ryan bites her lip. Jon slides his thick blunt fingers down her cunt and he pushes two inside without preamble.
“Fuck,” Ryan cries out and Jon hums out a pleased sound. No matter how many times they do this, Ryan will never stop loving the feeling of Jon’s fingers pushing inside. Jon drags his fingers against her walls and Ryan is panting, licking over her lips. He crooks his fingers and pushes in as far as he can because they both know Ryan can take it.
They don’t have a safeword but Ryan knows if she tells him no, if she wants him to stop, then Jon will.
Jon drags his fingers back out of her and Ryan can see them slick and shiny from her arousal. Jon raises them to his mouth and he sucks his own digits down, licking her taste off of them. Ryan’s eyes darken and she props herself up a little so she can watch him, flashes of pink tongue tracing over his fingers.
Ryan wants his mouth, his fingers, anything and everything he’ll give her.
Jon removes his fingers with a small pop and Ryan is still watching him when he pushes them back inside. Her toes curl and her fingers bite into the sheets as she lowers herself back down on to the mattress.
Jon sets up a quick rhythm, fingering her relentlessly. Slick wet sounds fill the air and the rustle of Jon shifting against the mattress, her whimpers and cries.
“Jon, Jon, so good. Jon,” Ryan moans out and Jon presses a damp kiss to the crease of her thigh.
“I love when you say my name like that,” Jon growls out and he crooks his fingers again, Ryan’s eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Do you want another, Ry? Can you handle it?” Jon breathes out and his voice, his words, it just makes it that much better.
“Yes. Yes, please Jon, please I can take it.” This is the point where Jon gets her where he wants her. He wants her to give up the control that she keeps everyday of her life. Jon wants her to beg and let go and just trust him and feel and she does.
Jon slides a third finger in alongside the other two and Ryan clenches around him. With three of his fingers inside her it’s almost, almost like his cock but at the same time not enough. Ryan’s skin is buzzing pleasantly and her mind is a constant chant of sogood, sohot, needmore.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this, Ryan. When you finally give in,” Jon whispers and his words make her cunt throb between her legs. His thumb returns to her clit, rubbing in hard circles. Ryan’s hips are twitching and jerking and her entire body feels hot and tight. She’s not going to last much longer at all.
Jon must know this, that she’s so close because he moves his thumb and dips his head and then he’s dragging the tip of his tongue against her clit. Ryan chokes on her breath and her hand instantly flies to his head, fingers slipping on his soft curls. She moans out his name because his mouth.
Jon flattens his tongue against her and he’s licking all around where his fingers are still fucking into her. Ryan grinds up against his mouth, getting his fingers just a little deeper and she clenches around him and tightens her fingers in Jon’s hair.
He hisses but doesn’t let up fingering her and licking her with quick little strokes.
“God, Jon, I’m-I-“ Ryan can barely form words as she’s driven out of her mind with the constant pleasure. She and Jon, they don’t even need words because Jon just goes that much faster, changing the pressure and giving her the push over the edge she so desperately needs.
Ryan is grinding against Jon’s mouth and then she’s coming, her hand on the back of his head and keeping Jon in place.Jon licks and fucks her through her orgasm. Ryan’s whole body is strung tight and arching as wave after wave of hot fucking absolute bliss crash through her.
Jon only pulls out once Ryan collapses back on the bed, boneless and sated and he gives her clit one last tiny lick and Ryan whines high in her throat. Ryan’s limbs feel heavy and her eyes are hooded, she breathes deep and content, feeling all wrung out and relaxed, all thanks to Jon.
Speaking of Jon, he’s sucking on his fingers again, licking Ryan off of them and Ryan’s pussy throbs a low arousal at the sight. Jon’s got his boxers on and she can see him tenting rock hard against the thin material. He’s probably just as close as she was and she’d let him fuck her if he asked.
Jon though, Jon just kneels between her legs and he drinks in her splayed out form. He shoves a hand down into his boxers and she can see him curling his fingers around his length.
“Can you take them down?” Ryan asks, her voice is rough, “I want to see.”
Jon hisses and nods and pushes his boxers down his thighs, revealing his rock hard cock, the head shiny with precome. Jon fucks into the tight damp circle of his fist and he tips his head back, exposes the long line of his throat, his hips moving fast.
“I’ll blow you, Jon. If you want,” Ryan offers and she really doesn’t feel like moving but still, she’d do it. Jon brings his head back down.
“No, no, I want. You don’t have to do anything. This is about you,” he mutters and his own voice is thick with lust and arousal and his eyes are so fucking dark, his mouth is shiny and a heat sears through Ryan’s stomach because that’s her, she did that.
Ryan rolls her eyes and props herself up a little. “Don’t be an idiot. Come here,” she says and she jerks her head motioning him to come to her. Jon shuffles over to her and Ryan has to bite back a laugh because it’s just a little awkward with his cock hard and bobbing between his legs.
Jon slides down next to her on the bed and Ryan smiles down at him before she rolls over on to her stomach. “On your side,” Ryan tells him and she curls her slender fingers over his hip, turning him. Jon is on his side and Ryan mouths lazily at the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” Jon breathes and his hand cups the side of Ryan’s face, pushes the hair that’s sticking to her cheek away. Ryan rubs her tongue just under the head of his dick and Jon grunts. She pulls off and licks over the slit, her eyes locked on his. He pulls his fingers through her hair, petting her.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. Ryan opens her mouth up more and swallows Jon down halfway. Her awkward angle won’t allow her to go all the way but Jon rolls his hips, pushing in just a few inches deeper. It amazes her, how quickly Jon can switch from hot and dominate to soft and romantic.
Ryan cups Jon’s balls, fondling them gently and working her mouth down his shaft. Jon mimics her earlier action and tightens his fingers in her hair, it doesn’t hurt. She swirls her tongue slowly against the underside of his dick and hollows her cheeks, sucking brutally hard without warning.
“Shit,” Jon swears and Ryan can feel his muscles tighten, his thighs tremble and she slides up his cock so only the head is still in her mouth and he comes. Jon shakes apart against her and his come is in her mouth and she waits to swallow until Jon is looking at her again. “So fucking hot,” he tells her and he wraps a hand around the thin rail of her arm and tugs her to him.
Their mouths meet in a messy kiss, they taste like each other and they share that taste in filthy wet kisses. Jon’s hands are curled around each side of her neck, his fingertips just barely brushing her jaw and their slick skin slides together. Ryan feels well fucked, she feels dirty and happy and most importantly, she feels loved.