CODY’S BIG BUBBLE BUTT SPINOFF
(Ryan's POV)
The next week was torture. Pure, unfiltered torture.
Aiden went back to ignoring me at school. Walking past me in the hallways like I didn't exist. Sitting with Maya at lunch, his arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear and making her laugh.
Like he hadn't fucked me in the back of his van just days before.
Like he hadn't said he couldn't stay away from me.
Like I meant nothing.
I tried to focus on finals. Tried to study, to care about calculus and biology and English lit. But my mind kept drifting back to him. To the way he'd looked at me in that van. To the way his hands had felt on my body. To the way he'd kissed me like he meant it.
By Friday afternoon, I was done. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done being patient.
I texted him: Under the bleachers. 4:30. Be there.
I didn't wait for a response. Just grabbed my bag and headed out.
The football field was mostly empty when I arrived. The sun was starting to lower, casting long shadows across the grass. A few stragglers were still around—some kids throwing a frisbee on the far end, a couple of teachers heading to their cars in the parking lot.
I ducked under the bleachers, into the shadows created by the metal structure. It smelled like grass and dirt and old metal. The space was cramped, hidden from view but not exactly private. Anyone walking across the field could potentially see us if they looked closely enough.
My heart was pounding. This was stupid. Reckless. But I didn't care.
I waited.
And waited.
By 4:45, I was starting to think he wasn't coming. That he'd ignored my text just like he'd ignored everything else this week.
Then I heard footsteps.
Aiden appeared, ducking under the bleachers with that infuriating smirk on his face. He was wearing his usual black hoodie and jeans, his wavy blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"You're late," I said, trying to sound annoyed instead of relieved.
"Had to wait for Maya to leave," he said casually, like it was no big deal.
The mention of her name made my stomach twist. "Right. Maya."
Aiden's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." I crossed my arms. "Just funny how you can make time for her but not for me."
"Ryan—"
"You've been ignoring me all week, Aiden. All fucking week. You said you couldn't stay away from me, but apparently that was bullshit."
Aiden stepped closer, his expression darkening. "Watch it."
"Or what?" I challenged. "You'll ignore me some more?"
For a moment, we just stared at each other. The tension was thick, electric. I could see his jaw clenching.
Aiden grabbed me by the front of my shirt and yanked me forward, crashing his lips against mine.
The kiss was rough, desperate, all teeth and tongue. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my face, gripping my waist. I kissed back just as hard, pouring all my frustration and anger and want into it.
"Missed me?" Aiden asked when we finally broke apart, his voice rough.
"Fuck you," I breathed.
He grinned. "That's the plan."
Before I could respond, Aiden spun me around and pushed me against one of the metal support beams. The cold metal pressed against my chest as his body covered my back.
"Aiden— yes, fuck" I moaned.
My jeans hit the ground, pooling around my ankles. Then my underwear followed. The cool air hit my exposed ass and I shivered.
"Fuck," Aiden muttered. "Look at this ass."
His hands cupped my cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. I could feel him spreading me open, exposing my hole to the open air.
"Aiden, someone could see—"
"Then you better stay quiet."
I heard him spit, felt the wetness hit my hole. Then his tongue was there, licking over my entrance, making me gasp.
"Oh fuck—"
Aiden's hands gripped my ass harder, spreading me wider as his tongue pushed inside. He ate me out like he was starving, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue as deep as it would go.
I bit down on my hand to keep from moaning too loud. The risk of being caught was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see us.
But Aiden didn't seem to care. He just kept going, his tongue working me open, getting me wet and ready.
"Please—" I whimpered. "Please, Aiden—"
He pulled back, and I heard the sound of his zipper. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
"You want this?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"Yes—fuck yes—"
Aiden pushed in.
The stretch was immediate and intense. No lube, just spit and pre-cum, but I was so desperate I didn't care. I pushed back against him, taking more, needing to feel him inside me.
"Fuck—" Aiden groaned. "So tight. Always so fucking tight."
He started to move, pulling out slowly then slamming back in. The force of it pushed me harder against the metal beam.
"Quiet," Aiden reminded me when I moaned too loud. "Unless you want everyone to know what a slut you are."
I bit my lip, trying to stay silent as he fucked me. But it was hard. So fucking hard. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me, filling me completely.
The sounds were obscene—skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of his cock pushing in and out, our heavy breathing. Anyone nearby would know exactly what we were doing.
"So good—" I gasped. "Fuck, Aiden—so good—"
"Yeah? You like getting fucked out in the open like this? Where anyone could see?"
"Yes—oh god—yes—"
Aiden's pace picked up, fucking me harder, faster. My bubble butt bounced with each thrust, the flesh jiggling and wobbling. I could hear it—the sound of my ass clapping against his hips.
"Listen to that," Aiden said. "Listen to your ass taking my cock. So fucking hot."
I was close. So fucking close. The combination of his cock hitting my prostate and the risk of being caught was pushing me to the edge fast.
Then I heard it—footsteps on the grass.
My eyes flew open. Someone was walking across the field, heading in our direction.
"Aiden—" I whispered urgently. "Someone's coming—"
"Don't care," he growled, not slowing down. "Not stopping."
"Aiden—"
He clamped a hand over my mouth, silencing me. "Quiet. Don't make a fucking sound."
The footsteps got closer. I could see through the gaps in the bleachers—it was one of the janitors, walking toward the equipment shed on the other side of the field.
Aiden kept fucking me. Slower now, but still moving, still pushing deep inside me. His hand stayed over my mouth, muffling my whimpers.
The janitor passed by, maybe twenty feet away. If he'd looked over, if he'd glanced under the bleachers, he would've seen us.
But he didn't. He just kept walking, oblivious.
As soon as he was out of sight, Aiden's hand left my mouth and he started pounding into me again.
"Fuck—that was close—" I gasped.
"Made it hotter though, didn't it?" Aiden's voice was rough, strained. "Almost getting caught. Almost getting seen."
He was right. My cock was rock hard, leaking steadily, twitching with every thrust.
"Gonna cum—" I warned. "Fuck, Aiden, gonna cum—"
"Do it. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love getting fucked like this."
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit hard, my whole body tensing as I came untouched, spurting onto the dirt below us. My hole clenched tight around Aiden's cock, milking him.
"Fuck—Ryan—" Aiden groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna—fuck—"
He slammed in deep one last time and held there, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. I could feel it—hot and thick, flooding my insides.
We stayed like that for a moment, both panting, both trembling. Then Aiden slowly pulled out, and I felt his cum start to leak down my thighs.
"Fuck," I breathed, my legs shaking.
Aiden turned me around, pulling me into a kiss. This one was softer, slower, almost tender.
When he pulled back, I tried to find the words. Tried to ask him what this meant, where we stood, if he was finally going to admit there was something between us.
But before I could speak, Aiden was already pulling up his jeans, already stepping back.
"I gotta go," he said. "Maya's expecting me."
The mention of her name felt like a slap.
"Aiden—"
He kissed me again, quick and hard. "I'll text you."
Then he was gone, ducking out from under the bleachers and disappearing across the field.
I stood there alone, cum dripping down my legs, my heart sinking.
Monday came and I didn't hear from him. Not a text, not a call, nothing.
At lunch, I found myself wandering the hallways, restless and frustrated. I ended up on the second floor, near the bathroom where the stoner crowd usually hung out.
The door was propped open slightly, and I could smell it—the sweet, skunky smell of weed.
I pushed the door open.
Aiden was there, leaning against the sinks, a joint between his fingers. He looked up when I entered, his expression unreadable.
"Ryan."
"Aiden." I let the door close behind me. "You said you'd text."
"Been busy."
"Right. Busy." I crossed my arms. "Look, we need to talk."
"About what?"
"About this. About us. About what the fuck we're doing."
Aiden took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling slowly. "We're having fun. That's what we're doing."
"Fun," I repeated flatly. "That's it?"
"What do you want me to say, Ryan?"
"I want you to admit there's something here. That this isn't just fucking around."
Aiden's jaw clenched. "I have a girlfriend."
"I know that. But you keep coming back to me. You keep—"
"Because you're hot," Aiden interrupted. "Because you have an amazing ass and you're good in bed. That's it."
The words stung, even though I knew he was lying. I could see it in his eyes—the way they wouldn't quite meet mine, the way his hands were gripping the edge of the sink too tight.
"Bullshit," I said.
"Excuse me?"
"That's bullshit and you know it." I stepped closer. "If it was just about sex, you wouldn't have picked me up that night. You wouldn't have said you felt a connection. You wouldn't—"
Aiden moved fast, grabbing me and pushing me backward into one of the stalls. The door swung shut behind us and he locked it.
"You want to talk?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Fine. Let's talk."
But instead of talking, he dropped to his knees.
"Aiden, what are you—"
He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, freeing my cock. It was already half-hard, betraying me.
"Aiden—"
"Shut up," he said, then took me into his mouth.
I gasped, my hands flying to his hair. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue working over my shaft as he sucked.
"Fuck—" I breathed. "Aiden—we can't—someone could—"
As if on cue, the bathroom door opened.
I froze, my eyes going wide. Aiden didn't stop. He just kept sucking, kept working my cock with his mouth.
I could hear footsteps, then the sound of someone using the urinal. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it.
Aiden's eyes met mine, and there was a challenge in them. A dare.
I bit my lip hard, trying to stay silent as he took me deeper, his throat opening around my cock. The wet sounds seemed impossibly loud in the quiet bathroom.
The person at the urinal finished, washed their hands, and left.
As soon as the door closed, I let out a shaky breath.
"You're insane," I whispered.
Aiden pulled off with a wet pop, smirking up at me. "You love it."
He stood, wiping his mouth. "I gotta get to class."
"Aiden, wait—"
But he was already unlocking the stall, already leaving.
I stood there alone again, my cock still hard, my chest tight with frustration.
This couldn't keep happening. I couldn't keep doing this.
But I knew I would.
Friday night came, and with it, the end-of-semester party at Jake Morrison's house.
I arrived around nine with Cody and Andy. The place was already packed—the whole senior class seemed to be there, plus some juniors and even a few sophomores who'd managed to sneak in.
Music thumped through the house, bass vibrating the floors. The living room was crowded with people dancing, the kitchen was full of people mixing drinks, and the backyard was packed with people smoking and talking.
"You okay?" Cody asked, leaning close so I could hear him over the music.
"Yeah," I lied. "I'm good."
But I wasn't good. I was scanning the crowd, looking for Aiden, my stomach in knots.
"He's not here yet," Cody said gently.
"I wasn't—"
"Ryan. I know you. You've been checking your phone every five minutes all week. You're looking for him."
I sighed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to me." Cody squeezed my shoulder. "Just... be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'll be fine."
Andy appeared with drinks, handing one to each of us. "What are we talking about?"
"Nothing," I said quickly.
Andy raised an eyebrow but didn't push. "Well, come on. Let's have some fun. It's the end of the semester. We're supposed to be celebrating."
I tried. I really did. I danced with Cody and Andy, I talked to people from our classes, I even did a couple of shots.
But I couldn't stop looking at the door.
At 10:15, Aiden finally arrived.
With Maya.
My stomach dropped.
She was on his arm, looking beautiful in a short black dress, her dyed hair perfectly styled. Aiden had his arm around her waist, smiling down at her, looking like the perfect boyfriend.
Cody noticed immediately. "Ryan—"
"I'm fine," I said, but my voice came out strained.
He didn't even glance in my direction.
Something inside me snapped.
"Fuck this," I muttered.
"Ryan, what are you—"
But I was already moving, pushing through the crowd toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen.
Jake Morrison was there, mixing drinks. He looked up when I approached, his face lighting up.
"Ryan! Hey, man. Want a drink?"
Jake had been flirting with me for weeks. He was attractive—dark hair, athletic build, nice smile. Under different circumstances, I might've been interested.
"Yeah," I said. "Something strong."
He grinned and started mixing. "Rough week?"
"You have no idea."
"Well, hopefully the party helps." He handed me the drink, his fingers brushing mine. "You look good, by the way."
I took a sip. It was strong. "Thanks. So do you."
Jake's smile widened. "You want to dance?"
I glanced over my shoulder. Aiden was across the room with Maya, but I could see him. Could see the way his eyes were scanning the crowd.
"Yeah," I said to Jake. "Let's dance."
We moved to the living room where people were dancing. Jake's hands found my waist, pulling me close. We moved together to the music, grinding, getting closer.
I could feel eyes on me. Could feel Aiden watching.
Jake leaned in, his lips close to my ear. "I've wanted to do this for a while."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." His hands slid lower, cupping my ass through my jeans. "You have an amazing ass, you know that?"
I did know that. And I knew exactly who else was watching it right now.
I pressed back against Jake, making sure my bubble butt was on full display. Making sure Aiden could see.
"You want to get out of here?" Jake asked. "Go somewhere quieter?"
I glanced over Jake's shoulder. Aiden was staring at us, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. Maya was talking to him but he wasn't listening. He was just staring at me with dark, angry eyes.
Perfect.
"Yeah," I said loudly, making sure my voice carried. "Let's go."
Jake grinned and took my hand, starting to lead me toward the stairs.
We made it three steps before Aiden appeared.
"Ryan."
His voice was low, dangerous. I turned to face him.
"Aiden. Hey. Having fun with your girlfriend?"
His eyes flicked to Jake, then back to me. "Can I talk to you? Alone?"
"I'm kind of busy—"
"Now, Ryan."
Jake looked between us, confused. "Uh, is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," I said, not breaking eye contact with Aiden. "Aiden was just leaving."
"Like hell I am." Aiden grabbed my wrist. "We need to talk."
"Ryan, you want me to—" Jake started.
"It's fine," I said quickly. "I'll be right back."
Before Jake could protest, Aiden and I went up the stairs, down the hallway. He tried a few doors before finding one that was unlocked—an empty bedroom.
He shoved me inside and slammed the door, locking it behind us.
"What the fuck was that?" he demanded.
I stumbled but caught myself. "What the fuck was what?"
"You and Jake. Dancing. Touching. You were going to leave with him."
"So what if I was?"
"So what?" Aiden's voice rose. "So you're mine, that's what."
"Am I?" I shot back. "Because from where I'm standing, you have a girlfriend downstairs. You showed up with her. You had your arm around her. So how exactly am I yours?"
"You know it's not like that—"
"Do I? Because you keep saying you'll figure it out, that you need time, but nothing changes. You still ignore me at school. You still show up to parties with her. You still act like I'm nothing."
"You're not nothing—"
"Then prove it!" I shouted. "Prove that I'm not just some guy you fuck when you're bored. Prove that you actually give a shit about me."
Aiden stared at me, his chest heaving. "You want me to prove it?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
He crossed the room in two strides and kissed me.
This kiss was different from all the others. It was desperate, possessive, claiming. His hands were in my hair, on my face, gripping my waist. He kissed me like he was trying to prove something. Like he was trying to show me exactly how much he cared.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
"You're mine," he said again, his voice rough. "Not Jake's. Not anyone else's. Mine."
"Then act like it," I whispered.
"I will." He kissed me again, softer this time.
Then his hands were on my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head, unbuttoning my jeans. I helped him, stripping quickly until I was completely naked.
Aiden's eyes roamed over my body, dark with hunger. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
He pushed me backward until I hit the wall, the cool surface against my bare skin making me shiver. Then he dropped to his knees.
"Aiden—"
He spread my cheeks, exposing my hole. Then he leaned in and started eating me out.
His tongue was rough, demanding, pushing inside me and making me gasp. He spit on my hole, making it wet and messy, then dove back in.
"Oh fuck—" I moaned, my hands finding his hair. "Aiden—yes—"
He worked me open with his tongue, getting me ready, making me desperate. My cock was rock hard, leaking steadily, twitching with every lick.
"Please—" I begged. "Please, I need—"
Aiden stood, wiping his mouth. His eyes were dark, intense. "What do you need?"
"You. I need you inside me."
He unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his massive cock. It was already hard, already leaking, the head dark red and swollen.
Aiden stepped up behind me, his body covering mine. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
"You're mine," he said again. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"I'm yours, Aiden. Only yours."
He pushed in.
The stretch was intense, overwhelming. He was so big, filling me so completely. I moaned loud, not caring who might hear.
"Fuck—" Aiden groaned. "So tight. Always so fucking tight."
He started to move, pulling out slowly then slamming back in. The force of it pushed me harder against the wall, the cool surface a contrast to the heat of his body.
"Yes—" I gasped. "Fuck yes—"
"This is mine," Aiden said, his hands gripping my hips. "This ass is mine. This body is mine. You are mine."
"Yes—yours—all yours—"
He fucked me harder, faster, his hips slamming against my bubble butt with each thrust. I could hear it—the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene sound of my ass bouncing and jiggling.
"Listen to that," Aiden said. "Listen to your ass taking my cock. So fucking perfect."
I was already close, the combination of his cock hitting my prostate and his possessive words pushing me to the edge.
"Aiden—gonna cum—"
"Not yet," he said, slowing down. "Not until I say."
He pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was lifting me, carrying me to the bed.
He laid me on my back, pushing my legs up over his shoulders. This position was deeper, more intense. I could see his face, could see the way he was looking at me.
"Look at me," he said as he pushed back inside. "Keep your eyes on me."
I did. I kept my eyes locked on his as he started to move, as he fucked me slow and deep.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly. "So fucking beautiful."
We kissed between thrusts, sharing breath and moans. His hands roamed over my body—my chest, my abs, my thighs. Touching me like he was trying to memorize every inch.
"Aiden—" I gasped. "Please—"
"Please what?"
"Let me cum. Please let me cum."
"Beg for it."
"Please—" I was trembling now, my whole body shaking. "Please, Aiden, I need it—need to cum—please—"
"Not yet," he said, but his voice was strained. He was close too.
He picked up the pace, fucking me harder. The bed creaked under us, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust.
"Beg," he commanded. "Beg me to let you cum."
"Please—" I was crying now, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Aiden, please—I need it—need to cum on your cock—please—"
"Fuck—" His thrusts became erratic. "Okay—okay, baby—cum for me—"
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave. My back arched off the bed, my whole body tensing and shaking. I came hard, spurting between us, my hole clenching tight around Aiden's cock.
"Fuck—Ryan—" Aiden groaned, and I felt him start to cum too, flooding my insides with his load.
We stayed like that for a moment, both trembling, both overwhelmed.
Then Aiden carefully lowered my legs and collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
"I meant it," he said quietly. "You're mine. For real."
"What about Maya?" I asked, my voice small.
"I'll end it. I'll tell her the truth. I just—I need a few days. To figure out how to do it right."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He kissed my forehead. "Seeing you with Jake—fuck, Ryan, I wanted to kill him. I've never felt like that before. So jealous, so possessive. I couldn't stand it."
"Good," I said. "Now you know how I feel every time I see you with her."
We got dressed slowly, finding our clothes scattered around the room. Aiden kept touching me—running his hands over my back, kissing my shoulder, pulling me close.
"You should go down first," he said. "I'll wait a few minutes."
"Okay."
At the door, I turned back. "Aiden?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't make me regret this."
His expression was serious. "I won't. I promise."
I nodded and slipped out of the room.
Downstairs, the party was still going strong. I found Cody and Andy in the kitchen, both looking concerned.
"There you are," Cody said, pulling me into a hug. "Are you okay? We saw Aiden drag you upstairs—"
"I'm fine," I said. "Better than fine, actually."
Cody pulled back, studying my face. "What happened?"
"He's going to end things with Maya. He's going to choose me."
Andy raised an eyebrow. "He said that?"
"Yeah. He promised."
"And you believe him?" Cody asked gently.
"I do." I smiled. "I really do."
Cody hugged me again. "Okay. But if he doesn't follow through, if he hurts you, I'm going to kick his ass."
"I'll help," Andy added.
I laughed. "Deal."
About ten minutes later, Aiden came downstairs. Maya was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, looking concerned.
"There you are," she said. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just—I'm not feeling great. I think I need to head out."
"Oh. Okay. I'll come with you—"
"No, it's okay. You stay. Have fun. I'll text you later."
Maya looked disappointed but nodded. "Okay. Feel better."
Aiden kissed her cheek, then glanced across the room at me.
Our eyes met. He gave me a small smile, then headed for the door.
An hour later, my phone buzzed.
Aiden: She's gone. Come over?
I stared at the text, my heart racing.
Me:On my way.