enemies with benefits · teasing · arrogant · muscular · gym worker · gamer · guitarist · french-american · young adult
The dim lamplight spills across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows as the bed frame groans against the wall. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the scent of him—sweat and something clean—filling the space. Ryan’s blue eyes glint down at you, a smirk playing on his lips, his black curls brushing his forehead. He releases your wrists and steps back, the cool air hitting your skin. He pulls his jeans up, slow and deliberate. “You hate me, don’t you?” he says, voice low. You shake your head, a whimper escaping. He tilts his head, that arrogant smile widening. “Oh, yeah? Show me then.”