synopsis / years of knowing ryland as one of your adjunct lecturers led to built up tension piling into one lump as you were deployed to work alongside with dr. grace, the lump now threatening to burst.
ship/ ryland grace x f!reader
cw/ 18+, smut, exhibitionism (in the lab...), soft top ryland, whimpering, age gap but both are consenting adults, missionary, making out, declarations of feelings, crying lawl, creampie, project hail mary spoilers!
an/ lets imagine that ryland has taught as a lecturer before in and out while teaching middle schoolers... blueish theme bcs nerdy space men yummers, alternatively you can read in ao3 here!
Stratt reiterates, looking at you with those piercing eyes, a gaze undoubtedly her.Â
âYou will be working alongside him so it wonât be a one man job and your lecturers have said you are one of the best students they have, straight Aâs, intriguing reports and outcomes from your experiments.â
She leans back a little on her office chair, voice lowering to a more serious degree.
âYou are lucky that connections brought you this far, being involved in a top secret project issued by the government is a huge feat for a student of your age, let alone shadowing one of our brilliant scientists.â
âSo do you understand the matter at hand?â
Your clammy hands fiddled with each other on your lap.Â
âGood, and you know what top secret means right? Say a word about this and we will have to, unfortunately, terminate you with immediate effect or worse.â
âOr worseâ those words rang in your head as you clearly knew what she meant by that.
You then leave her office, hands shaking just a little bit as you start to process what you are getting yourself into.
Dr Ryland Grace, you remember now, he became your substitute lecturer for a module on Molecular Biology once and your class simultaneously agreed he was a quirky yet knowledgeable guy.
The only person whose eyes used to always be gently fixated on you as you explain your beliefs and opinions. Like he meant no harm and just wanted to understand your soul.
How did this man go from teaching to working for one of the most risky projects ever launched by the government?
In fact, how did you end up here?
Your lecturer came forward to you asking for help as someone asked him to introduce as many brilliant minds as he could possibly find for the government, and your foolish self thought that this was your time to shine and land your mark on a secure job for life.
Only to end up here, paid handsomely with the propaganda fed into your mind that you are going to save the world from a possible crisis in 30 hypothetical years.
But at least there is a familiar face.
Walking behind Stratt with her team of guards surrounding you, she stops at a lab, unlocking the door to reveal a room painted white, filled to the brim with scientific equipment. You could immediately recognise some of the equipment as you have used them before.
But your eyes lingered longer on the only person in the lab, a man wearing a white lab coat just like you with dirty blonde hair.
âThis is Dr Grace, you will be working with him and assisting in samples as he tends to more important matters.â
The man hunched back over the microscope turns around quickly from the sudden entrance, locking eyes with you as he looks confused.
A sudden feeling of sentimentalism overwhelmed you.
âW-what is thisâŠ?â Dr Grace stutters.
âYou will have an assistant now, one of my friendâs brilliant students. Give her some valuable knowledge as she will be shadowing you too.â Stratt tells Dr Grace as he fixes his crooked glasses.
But before Dr Grace could ask any further, Stratt and her bodyguards walked out of the lab, leaving you and Dr Grace in there alone.
It was silent for a while. You could only look down and play with your lab coat, waiting for any orders from your now superior Dr Grace.
As silent as the lab was, Dr Graceâs mind was a storm. The student he taught now serves as his assistant, the same student who always had questions for him after lectures, staying back to crack problems with him and debate philosophical topics that tie with scientific facts.
The last person he could talk to about his controversial opinions and not feel judged, including the report that sent hate mail to his doorstep and caused Stratt to hire him, you did not judge.
The most down-to-earth woman he has ever met is now standing in front of him after years of no contact.
âHey, I taught you before.â He tried to start the conversation,
You looked up to see him sheepishly grin.
âOh yeah⊠I remembered.â
âWow, how long has it been?â
âA while⊠Iâm graduating soon.â
His eyes widened for a little bit.
âIâm old huh,â He scoffs.
âYou still look as young as I remembered,â You joked, and he breathlessly chuckled .
You chuckled nervously too and as if he could suddenly sense the awkwardness in the room, he gestures to you.
âOh yeah youâre still standingâ I-Iâm sorry, here.â
He stands up to push a lab chair beside him, offering you to sit.
âSo⊠what led you here?â
âLecturer recommendation⊠I had to sign a lot of forms and stuff I think Iâm signing myself up for a suicide mission.â
Dr Graceâs smile faltered a little bit, but just for a moment so subtle you could catch it.
âWell it technically is, 3 astronauts are going on a one-way mission to space as there wonât be enough Astrophage to bring them back.â
âAll in the name of saving mother earth am I right?â
You giggle nervously again as you start feeling a sense of dread and regret overwhelm you, but you try to push it away.
âIâm sorry, Stratt did not tell me I will have an assistant or whatever she said so I was not prepared at all,â He apologises,
âIts okay,â You said,
Silence plucked the atmosphere,
âWhatâs Astrophage?â
âThought you wouldnât have asked,â He grins and you take notice of his stubble, his lazy eyes protected by his glasses that sat so well on his face.
You shook your head as if the thoughts could disperse as you stood up to follow him to another corner of the lab.
There lay a microscope, with the sample on the metal plate showing a black blob of goo smeared across.
âTry looking.â He smiles again and you lean your dominant eye to the lens.
Laying in your vision were a bunch of black molecules, moving, as if they were alive.Â
â...Itâs a cell.â You said out loud, unsure if it's a question or a statement.
âYes, it is a cell.â Dr Grace replies as you look at him.
âYou discovered a new species of being?â
âWell n-not me, I was just sent here to research on how Astrophage behaves so we can start preparations to use it as fuel.â He looked away momentarily and adjusted his glasses. Shifting his gaze to you again, you could see his eyes dart from your lips back to your eyes, quick as if not wanting you to notice.
â...â You stayed silent.
âSo it's an alien? That's groundbreaking.â You tried to keep your cool.
âYeah, and they breed too, like any other species.â He leans his arm against the shelf as if to look like he is chill as he could tell how shocked you are.
âNow we just need 2 million kilograms of this bad boy to send 3 astronauts to their deaths.âÂ
You scoffed as that sense of dread and regret slowly washed away.
It felt as if the dream duo had finally reunited, except now these two nerds are going to put all that philosophical debate into scientific research that could hypothetically save the world.
âYou should go rest nowâ
Dr Graceâs voice bounced off the walls as the clock struck 9pm.
âI think Iâm having a breakthroughâ
âThats the millionth time you said that,âÂ
âYes because I have a hunch that Iâve put 99% of my trust on right now,â
âOkay this is an order, rest, now.â
You took your hands off the chamber and huffed like a 10 year old having a temper tantrum. You bit your lip out of thinking what to say to that, eyes looking at him pleadingly.
He had to look at the wall behind you to stop paying attention to the way your bottom lip looks tugged below your teeth, and your eyebrows slightly crooked, eyes glossy from hours of work and exhaustion.
God he is going crazy isnât he?
âYou will be stuck in this lab for the next quarter of your life, miss,â Dr Grace exaggerates as if to coax you into having some shut eye.
âFine, can I just lie on two chairs here or something?â
Dr Grace sighs again, louder this time.
âSure, just go rest.â
Propping yourself on the two chairs, you formed a makeshift bed to rest on as you stretched your limbs, letting out small whines from your tense muscles finally relaxing.
Dr Grace takes over you, putting on the safety equipment as he sticks his hands into the black gloves attached to the isolation chamber, analysing the sample after an experiment you made from your hypothesis on Astrophage breeding.
Well it didnât work and you didnât know how to recreate the conditions Astrophage survived on in the Petrova Line. However you did discover the conditions Astrophage needed, and that was during your first few days here.
Youâre just too into this project and he could feel all your hard work and dedication in making this project a successful one.
Youâre just bubbling with curiosity and passion. It makes him smile unknowingly, the same smile he gets whenever his middle school students excitedly answer his questions.
Even for a project that threatens everyone involved in it to die, you still tried your best.
âHey, I have this idea for a set up to see how they thrive in theirâ
Looking back as Dr Grace was rambling, he sees you sleeping peacefully on your makeshift bed, lightly snoring, noticing that you also forgot to take off your lab coat.
His heart quenches a little from the sight.
But he shook that thought away, it has only been a couple of days and he suddenly feels some sort of connection to a student he developed a close bond with a while back and is 10 years younger than him? Illegal.
Looking up at the clock it was now reaching 9:30pm.
And his eyes did feel droopy but he did not want to disturb your rest or leave you alone all by yourself.
So he took off his lab coat and made a makeshift bed for himself at the other side of the room too, with enough space to observe your sleeping habits.
The way your body shivers when the AC casts another gush of cold wind at you, your arms crossing so that your hands wonât get cold, and your body huddling up into a small cocoon to feel safe.
All of it makes you, you.
And that thought made him fall asleep gradually.
The days flew by since then.
Having a dorm on the ship now, you just wake up and go for work but it wasnât so bad doing work with Dr Grace.
He wasnât authoritative, nor does he slack, he leads you with grace (pun intended) and in a way whereby following his orders doesnât feel forced, it just feels natural.
Even amidst a crisis, and knowing that the government is using you guys as guinea pigs to save the world, it felt as if the world spun slower whenever youâre with him.
It felt so wrong as you slowly started looking at him as less of an educational figure, but more of a comfort person and maybe now more attractive?
Maybe it's what weeks of isolation in the middle of sea does to you, but the bond you used to have with him is back, just ten times more intimate and explosive.
You are barely scraping the surface of your 20s at 21 years old and now you are attracted to a man reaching his 40s, 35 years old.
Maybe it's what weeks of isolation in the middle of sea does to you, but the bond you used to have with him is back, now ten times more intimate and explosive.
You could only roll on your bed thinking back on your findings and reminding yourself of objectives to be achieved the next working day, just to have your mind float back to Dr Ryland Grace.Â
The way his fingers brush against yours when passing around equipment, his woody scent flooding your senses while looking into isolation chambers to see what you are doing, or when you shadow him in his work, your eyes lingering at the way his biceps curl and his glasses slide off his nose bridge at every cute nose scrunch.
Maybe it was his nerdy charm, the way he sheepishly rubs his face after every bad joke that you still giggled at, but it's what made him, him.
âWhat are you doing here so early?â Dr Grace walks into the lab as he brushes past your figure to put his belongings at the back.
âMath, to see how much energy we need for the Astrophage breeding process.â
You were sitting on a chair with a whiteboard marker in hand, calculating formulas, while Dr Grace put on his lab coat.
âDidnât we agree that it wonât be an issue as Astrophage doubles its population every 8 days?â
âYeah but they did say it's a one-way trip using 2 kilograms of Astrophage right?â
Dr Grace leans against the counter, facing you and your whiteboard a bit too closely.
âWhat if we can actually make it a two-way trip and have another 2 kilograms of Astrophage? Making 4?â
He looked at you with a perplexed expression, half wanting you to go further with the formula you are using and the other half wanting you to stop or it could risk you terminating.
âI actually had the same thought too after what Stratt said,â
âRight?â You looked at him with a glimmer in your eyes.
He found that so attractive.
âIf we use Albert Einstein's formula of special relativity, we would need 1.5 megajoules of energy to make 1kg of Astrophage stores, so we could quite literally make more as we can already make 1kg of Astrophage in two days, imagine if we wait for the next doubling cycle andâ
âYouâre too passionate, you know that?â
Your head whips up to meet Dr Graceâs eyes through his spectacles, flow state interrupted but itâs okay because Dr Grace just gave you a compliment.
âI used to think that I was so stupid for being in this project because I do what I do best and suddenly Iâm in a project that threatens my life.â
He looks down at you with a soft smile, enjoying the sight of you looking up at him with curious eyes, the way you bite your bottom lip in anticipation of what he is saying next.
âYou are a brilliant student, you know that? âŠI would have done the same thing as what you are doing now, questioning the norms but I donât want you to risk your life.â
âHow am I risking my life doing a math problem that could possibly save 3 astronauts.â
His eyes looked at you with a small tinge of sadness.
âBecause they do not care, the government does not care.â
He said that as if he only had the dawning realisation a few days ago, and your heart drops.
He leans in closer, pulling a chair to sit beside you as you could feel his breath fan your lips lightly.
âThey only cared about how fast we can breed this species just so they can carry on with the project and eventually go back to their original jobs.â
He rubs his face and chuckles nervously.
âY-youâre just brilliant! Working for a top secret project but seriously I donât want to lose you just because of your curiosity, though it's your curiosity that makes you special to me.â
His eyes looked more yearning now, full of admiration as they darted from your lips to your eyes.
âI think we can drop the formalities, right?âÂ
The air grew thick, and the tension was too much to bear.
You started breathing deeply as if you ran a marathon but all you did was have intimate eye contact with Dr Grace as he looks like he just wants to eat you up here and now.
Unknowingly, you start slowly leaning in, and Dr Grace does too.
His hand starts creeping to ghost over your waist.
Fuck this is too much for you, what if he regrets it?
You sharply pull away as you realise the situation at hand and nervously hold the marker up again to continue on with your problem.
Dr Grace pulls away, coughs and adjusts his glasses as he awkwardly stands up to pull the chair away.
âI-Iâll⊠go get some coffee.â
He immediately left the lab to head to the nearest vending machine and you didnât dare to even spare a look at him, just staring at your hand holding the whiteboard marker so tightly it might pop.
Shit, you fucked up big time.
Your eyes tear a bit from the anxiety of what could have happened just now as you unknowingly dragged the marker across the sleek whiteboard, forming forced jagged lines.
It is obvious now that you want him, and it's going to harm your reputation, and even your relationship with your superior Dr Grace.
The tears started rolling, and you donât even know why you are sobbing.
Dr Grace comes back to seclude himself at the other side of the lab, refusing to be near you in fear that you would be uncomfortable with his presence.
That coffee run he made was so that he could go to the nearby toilet to look in the mirror and give himself a pep talk.
This is detrimental to his career.
Why would he let his own feelings surface in the workplace?
This was the stupidest thing he has ever done and that includes joining this project.
His hands clenched the sink threatening to shatter it into pieces as he pants.
How is he going to face you now? Would you guys still be friends?
The idea of losing you sends him into a panic attack so he just stops right there and then, leaving the toilet to actually grab a coffee with more espresso shots than needed to keep his sanity at bay.
Back at the lab he just did his thing while you did yours with absolutely zero conversations, which is not usual for both of you guys.
You even went to lunch without him and he could tell how much youâve tried to avoid him. In the food bay when you got your lunch you sharply avoided him as he entered, on the way back to the lab at times, whenever he comes around, you take the longer route to avoid him, just to not have any contact with him.
By the time it was the evening and it was time to clock out in two hours, Dr Grace isolated himself in the lab, barely doing any work, just staring into space.
You werenât in the lab though.
Speaking about the devil, you eventually came in, and he noticed, he always notices, your eyes were redder than usual, nose blushing a cute shade of red.
You avoided his gaze to take your seat in front of the whiteboard again, putting on your lab coat and continuing off a problem you made again that this time touches on the speed of light.
Dr Grace could only look at you worryingly, eyes burning holes into your back.
He does not want to hurt you at all, never.
All he could do was analyse your body language and guess your wellbeing, he always analyses anyway.
Suddenly, you let out a light sob, dropping the whiteboard marker uncapped and then resting your head against your hands, elbows on your knees.
Light sobs became harder ones and suddenly you were full on crying.
You knew Dr Grace was behind you, yet you just didnât care, you felt so frustrated this whole day. A mix of emotions regarding your superior and the work you have been doing, is it all worth it in the end?
You heard a light skiing sound on the floor, and before you knew it, Dr Grace had slided his chair from his side to yours, finally breaking the invisible boundary you guys have placed this whole day since that morning.
âWhatâs wrong?â His voice was soft, not wanting to look at you too much or else you would feel overwhelmed, but his body still faces you.
You lightly sobbed into your hands before whipping your head up to breathe and wiping your tears away with your hands.
âIâŠâ You canât say anything.
âTake your time, itâs okay to cry, let it all out,â His soft affirmations made you smile unknowingly and that made him smile too.
Maybe being a middle school teacher has its perks when it comes to understanding emotions and regulating one's nervous system.
âThis is so frustrating.â You sobbed out, breathing deeply in and out so that you wonât have a panic attack.
âJust breathe,â His words soothed you again.
You have been avoiding him this whole day and now he is comforting you while youâre having a breakdown. God you felt like an asshole.
His hand lingered behind your back, as if not knowing if you would want him to touch you or not, but seeing your current state, he gently soothed your back, making sure you donât choke on your cries.
And that could have lulled you to sleep.
âAre you okay with this?â He asks, gesturing to his hand on your back.
âMore than okay,â You sniffed, finally cooling down.
It was silent for a while, just you regulating your emotions as Dr Grace continued soothing your back gently. His hand felt so soothing, so reassuring, and suddenly your mind drifted back to the fantasies you had in your dorm about the veins in his arms but you shook your head lightly to dissipate those thoughts.
âFeeling better now?â He asks gently again,Â
You nodded, as you are breathing more normally now.
âIâm sorry Dr Grace.â
âDrop the formalities, its Ryland and you know it,â You chuckled,
âIâm sorry Ryland,â
That sent a shiver down his spine, he liked the way you said his name.
âDonât apologise for your emotions dork,â You chuckled again,
âShut up,â You whine and he chuckles.
You finally locked eyes with him for the first time since this morning, and his eyes darted across your face, your features more redder now, cheeks stained with dried up tears and lips red from biting.
Pretty even after you just had a meltdown.
Your eyes darted down to his lips too, and he noticed.
âDo you want this?â You asked,
âI do,â He said without hesitation but so nervously too,
And as you lean in slowly, his hand that was on your back slowly reaches up to cradle your jaw.
Finally, as he leaned in too, your lips caressed his lips softly. He closes his eyes, breathing shakily as if he doesnât want to fuck this up. Your hands were fidgeting on your lap from nerves.
Slowly y'all pulled away, and even though it was just a peck, Ryland looks like he has run a marathon and your hands already felt clammy.
Sensing that both of you guys want more, his hand gently reaches to the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair as you guys kiss again, but harder and more passionate this time.
You craned your head to the side to kiss him deeper as he whined softly, tongue feeling yours as sparks flew across his stomach and butterflies filled your tummy.Â
Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and suddenly he pulled away.Â
âW-wait, sorry, the blinds arenât closed.â
He stands up to close the blinds as you follow him to his side of the lab, and he reaches out for you to straddle his lap as you guys kiss again, but this time more fervently, like thereâs no time to waste.
His hands had a mind of its own, caressing your thighs through your work pants as your arms finally wrapped around his neck to play with the small hairs on his nape.
âYouâre beautiful.â He mutters amidst the kiss and you giggle.
âIt's true!â He gleams as his nose touches yours so intimately, before he leaves small kisses on your cheeks, leading them down to the side of your neck as you gasp.
That sent a spike of pleasure down to his groin.
âHmm donât say that,â
âWhy?â You giggle breathlessly as he bit onto your neck as if to punish or award you for calling him out formally.
âYou know why,â He stops kissing you to lay his forehead against yours, as if to engrain this moment into his memories permanently.
âHave you done this before Ry?â
âI had a girlfriend before, but it was only for a few months, nothing happened.â His eyes looked at you with desperation, trying to analyse how you feel.
âItâs okay, just wanted to know,â You smile,
âFlings here and there, I never really had a man actually love my soul,âÂ
I will love and understand your soul
He wanted to say that so badly but he didnât want to scare you away, and you guys are in the middle of making out.
Both of you guys chuckled as you noticed it's going to be an hour to clocking out of work.
So you initiated the kiss again, and he groaned, relishing in the feeling of how your lips felt and tongue twisting with his. His wandering hands reach up to squeeze your waist lightly which earned him a soft moan from you, that made his pants tighten just a little bit.
The whole time spent was just you and him exploring each otherâs mouths, hands wandering about touching each otherâs bodies so intimately as if yâall never want this to end.
âYouâre so passionate, so amazingâ He keeps saying as he sometimes leaves love bites all over the column of your throat, as your hands gently tug onto his blonde hair earning you small gasps from him.
Suddenly, your love bubble had to be popped when someone knocked the door, leaving you and Ryland to stop and freeze.Â
Out of panic, Ryland for some reason puts you under his desk, making it seem like youâre doing work while youâre off doing something else.
The awkward position made you chuckle a bit and made Ryland rub his face from how dumb he is having placed you under his desk in between his legs.
âYes?â Ryland coughs before answering,
âDo you know where your assistant is?â
âStratt needs to see her now,â
His breathing laboured a bit.
And as the conversation carries on, all you could focus on was Ryâs groin right in front of you. You felt like a pervert, but you suddenly had a crazy idea.
Heâs half-hard anyway from what you can tell.
Rylandâs eyes locked with yours underneath him as he said, âI think she has gone somewhere else, maybe you guys can see her another day? like tomorrow?â
He mouths out, donât do it to you but you were so bratty and cheeky you did not care.
However you cared about consent and you mouthed to him if he wanted to continue. He bites his lip as if trying to balance the pros and cons of the situation but eventually gives in and mouthed a yes. In which you gave a mischievous grin.
Unbuttoning his pants slowly, you unzipped his fly, making sure that the sound of it wasnât loud, and you are now face to face with his boxers which of course, had stupid science puns all over with images of triangular beakers everywhere.
His face went red and he covered it with his two hands as if it could cool himself down.
âStratt just wants to talk to her about something regarding her position here in the project.â
âW-what about it?â Ryland stutters as you slowly pull down the waistband of his boxers.
He breathes in sharply as cold air shoots against his cock now fully hard. Fuck this is embarrassing. If he isnât as red as a tomato now he would be so surprised
Eyes darting down he could see your eyes hazing out as you eyed his cock like it was some trophy you won and he could cum there and then.
He was thick, girthy, average length with a small blonde bush. There was a small happy trail and light veins going down his pelvis to the base. You can tell he furnishes himself once in a while.
âConfidential, just tell me where she is,â
Suddenly your tongue darted towards his slit and his eyes blew wide open as he tried not to moan loudly or cum.
âAre you okay Dr Grace?âÂ
Your mouth finally envelops his head, sucking gently and he could only intake sharp deep breaths as if to look like he is sick.
He tried not to roll his eyes back, hands gripping the office chair for life.
âSorry, I shouldnât be bothering you right now,â
âN-no no, hhh it's okay, s-she is probably getting coffee or in the toilet ahâor something.â
Your wet mouth went down slowly, sucking his cock like a vacuum and he could only just shiver in his seat, holding his hips back from thrusting up into your mouth while trying to avoid suspicion from Carl.
âOkay, sorry for bothering, continue on with your work and get some early rest Dr Grace.â
âHhmâ Y-yes no worries, goodnight Carl!!â
That last phrase was a bit louder than he intended and once Carl leaves the lab twisting the door knob shut. Ryland could only roll his eyes back finally, trying to just gasp silently, in fear that Carl is still outside.
You continued sucking, hands resting on his thighs as you bobbed your head.
Ryland could only look down at you as he shivered, trying not to cum so quickly.
âYouâre doing so w-wellâ ah fudgeâ"
He starts getting louder as he thinks Carl isnât outside anymore, hand hovering over your head as if debating if he should weave his fingers through your hair locks.
He did not want to force you or hurt you.
But as you moan while sucking him off, you push his hand onto your head, and that makes his hips tremble as he pushes you down fully.
That did it, he suddenly felt that band of warmth in his abdomen snap in half so quickly he didnât even realise, and he thrusts his hips up forcefully, making you gag as he cums hard.
He could not give you a warning as he groaned loudly, letting out guttural sounds like this orgasm was forcefully pulled out of him because of you, like he got punched in the stomach.
His eyes rolled back momentarily before shutting them tightly, trying to get his bearings back by tugging your hair hard but not pulling, whole body trembling as shocks of pleasure sprinkle across his body.
You gagged and tears rolled down your cheeks, but you just swallowed everything he could give you, nails digging crescents into his pants.
As aftershocks lingered, he tried breathing in deeply but ended up whining as he felt your tongue still slobbering all over the underside while still deep in your throat.
âF-fudge youâre amazing, ahhââ He still wasnât cursing after you gave him the best head he has ever received (And his first ever).
His body slowly stopped trembling and his hand tried to soothe the back of your head while shivering, trying to adjust your hair back to how it was before and making sure he didnât hurt you.
âT-thank you thank youââ He whimpers as he slowly breathes in and out while you slowly let go with a pop.
Looking down at you with dilated pupils, you looked up at him with such an innocent smile as you licked the droplets of his arousal that were at the corners of your mouth.
âF-fuuuhdge donât do that,â You laughed as he tried not to curse.
âGet up your knees must hurt,â His hands quickly pulled you up by your arm pits so as to have you sit on his lap, his other hand pulling up his boxers but you stopped him.
âDo you want more?â You asked him as your hands held his face so endearingly that he rubs his face against one of your palms, wanting your touch.
âDo you want more?â He emphasised âyouâ.
You nodded, and he nodded too.
His hands held your waist again as yâall made out again, tasting his own arousal in a mix with your saliva but he did not care, in fact he found that arousing.
He whines kissing you, taking his time to feel the way your lips move against his as the night comes to an end.
âY-yes just like thatââ You moan out with Ryland below you, tongue flat against you and his eyes fixated on every pleasurable reaction you let out with his glasses still on.
While clocking out, you dragged Ryland to your dorm in fear of any hidden cameras in the lab (which there is), and almost as soon as the door to your dorm locks shut, he pushed you against the door gently and kissed you again with a sense of urgency.
And as the kiss deepens, each of you strip off your clothes, his eager hands feeling your breasts, gently touching them like youâre delicate, while your hands smoothed down his body, and for a science teacher and doctor, he is built like the terminator.
But you love it, love the way he had small blonde hairs all over his chest, his pecs lightly forming and his biceps curling as his hands squeezed your waist. It all made you lightheaded in a good way.
Now he is deep face first in between your thighs, eating you out and gripping your thighs to spread them apart like you are gonna slip away from his grasp.
His tongue was skilled in finding your weak points as he could analyse every sound and expression you give him. Maybe it's his years of managing emotional middle schoolers and noticing every detail in every experiment he makes, but he now knows what you like.
You love when his tongue flicks against your clit before flattening out to lap across your slit, loves when he sucks your clit hard before soothing it out again with his tongue, or when he penetrates his tongue into you as his thumb rubs your clit with such intense precision your thighs threatened to clamp his head.
He moans from your taste, tongue lapping up your arousal like heâs dying of thirst, spectacles foggy and crooked on his nose bridge. You were losing your mind, it has been how long since he started eating you? You donât know, all you could focus on was the way his moans vibrate against your clit, the lower half of his face damp from your arousal.
âRy youâre doing so good.â You gasp out as your hands tugged onto his hair just to stabilise yourself, making him groan even more.
Looking down through your teary eyelids, he looked so desperate, eyes half lidded as all he could care about right now was getting you off the same way you did for him. The sight of him eagerly eating you out and tasting you for the first time was so heavenly you nearly came.
What you didnât know was Ryland grinding his bare cock against the sheets, trying to get any source of friction he can against him as he indulges in you, relishing in the tanginess of your arousal as your whines bounced off the walls of the room.
You were getting so loud, and you tried to stay silent but Ryland didnât like that and just sucked your clit even <em>harder.</em> All you could do was writhe against the sheets, toes curling as your eyes kept rolling to the back of your skull.
âDr Graceâ please oh,âÂ
He moaned loudly against your pussy from hearing you moan out his formal name and he began sucking your clit and waving his tongue side to side, before inserting his middle finger in you.
The feeling of his finger now slowly curling into you blew your eyes wide open as you threw your head back. Your legs were shaking, trying to clamp onto his head and kicking relentlessly, but for a teacher his strength was enough to hold you still, and flick your clit over and over again with his tongue.
âLanguage,â He jokes breathlessly as his finger is finally curling into you, eyes analysing your reactions to see where he should curl it at, and once your eyes start rolling back, bingo.
He smiles as he left one final lap across your slit which made your hips shiver, before curling against that one spot eagerly, going at a quicker pace while his eyes eat up how good you look, hair sweaty against your forehead, eyes rolling back, your tits shaking and moving with every twitch of your body, and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth letting out moans and gasps of pleasure.
Resting his cheek against your inner thigh, he grinds his cock against the sheets even harder, relishing in your pleasure. Slowly he added his ring finger inside, forcing a choked moan out of you, as your body writhes.
You then started sobbing from the pleasure and how numb your legs felt being spread apart for such a long time.Â
âDr G-Graceâ yes yes yesâ f-fudge,âÂ
Your eyes rolled back for the millionth time and he smiles realising youâre not cursing anymore.
His fingers sped up as he started flicking his tongue against your clit and you whined loudly from his praise and stimulation, one hand now pulling the corners of your pillow for life as the other tugged onto his hair roots.Â
You were crying from the pleasure and how overwhelming it felt, as Ryâs thrusts against the sheets grew harder, his precum staining them.
He groans against your clit as he starts sucking even harder if possible, his fingers curling and tugging so fast like he wants you to cum, now.
âF-fudge Iâm cumming, cumming so harâ
Throwing your head back, your hips thrusted up and through the ringing in your ears, you can hear Ryâs moaning growing even louder while continuously sucking your clit as you start squirting.
You kept saying âfudgeâ even amidst one of the hardest orgasms you have ever felt, as you cried and sobbed in ecstasy. His fingers still curled even harder as you tightened, his face now soaking wet with your arousal.
But he didnât care, he just wanted to taste you and as your body writhes against the sheets, he lets you clamp his head with your thighs, his glasses now a meter away from dropping off his face as his free hand reaches down to rub himself.
He felt like a pervert, but in seeing how good you must have felt as his now soggy fingers curled in you, he came in just a few tugs, legs trembling as he came all over your sheets, groaning and relishing in the feeling of your plump thighs against his cheeks.
By the time you cooled down, your body was still trembling, and Ryland took his fingers out of you as he laps your slit gently, coaxing you from your high. He pants as if he came too and you grew suspicious, but you slowly let your legs down, wincing in pain from how numb they felt.
Your hands cradled his jaw lovingly as the fog in his spectacles dissipated slowly.
His fingers curl around the plump of your thighs as he leans his cheek against your palms.
âWhat are you thanking me for, you deserved that,â Ryland says with a broken voice, but as your thigh fully extended, you felt wetness at the edge of your ass.
Ryland seems to notice that you noticed the wet patch in your sheets and hid his face against your inner thigh.
âYeah I⊠haah Iâm.. sorry.â He said bashedly as you laughed, making him face you again.
âDonât apologise dummy,â You pulled his face up which led him to crawl to you and tower above you as you gave him a small peck on his lips now wet because of you.
âI see that as a compliment.â You softly said, hands still caressing his jaw.
He tries to look away shyly as his face reddens, but his eyes still look at you adoringly.
You guys didnât care that the next day had a conference meeting as your bodies intertwined harmoniously moving in sync.
Carl probably gave up looking for you a long time ago as through your blurry vision you could make out the time on your analog clock.
5 hours since yâall clocked out, and Ryland is now stuffed deep inside you, his trembling arms hugging your waist against his hips as he grinds slowly into you.
âYou feel so good, ohh great heavens,â
His forehead was against yours, glasses still on so he could see clearly every tear you let out adjusting to his size and every time your eyes rolled back.
âStill keeping the formalities huh?â He joked and pecked the tip of your nose before groaning breathlessly as he could feel his tip slowly grind against your cervix.
âYou know you like it when I call you that.â
He laughs and kisses you the millionth time.
âI do, I love it very much so stop,â He sighs as he gives a shallow thrust into you, a whine leaving your lips as your legs tremble, wrapped around his torso.
Looking down, you could see where the two of you are connected, wads of cum and his saliva from just now attached between your hips and his as he thrusts in and out.
He looks down too, mesmerised by the sight of all 7 inches of him going in you. You could almost say he is fucked dumb.
âLook at that,â He sighs as his thrusts quickened, wet squelching was heard as noises of skin slapping reverberated the walls. At every thrust he precisely hits your cervix, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as you try not to cum.
Your eyes rolled back at times, fingers tugging onto the hairs at the back of his nape as if it could stabilise you from his thrusts growing harder and harder.
âR-Ry?â You called out as his eyes were still mesmerised by him going in and out of you.
He didnât even respond to you as his thrusts grew harder and you moaned loudly at every sharp hit at your cervix.
âF-ffudge,â You gasp as you could feel Rylandâs breath fanning your face as he pants.
âRight now, I can feel her tightening around me, and whenever I thrust deeply hitting her cervix, she tightens even more,â
Is he drawing analysis results from the way your pussy clenches around him?
âRyland just fuck me already,â
âAnd if I go in deeper,
He thrusts all the way in slowly, until you could feel his tip split into your cervix, forcing a loud cry from you.
F-fudgeâ her cervix tightens around my tip,â Your legs tremble as your arms hold him for life.
âR-Ry you have a Doctorate in Molecular Biology why are you drawing analysis from thisâ
âYou feel so good, you donât understand if I donât talk to myself like this I will go crazy,â
His eyes finally lock with yours, forehead still against yours, and you moan softly realising how dilated his pupils are. His arms that caged your head were shivering, trying not to rip apart any seam in your pillows.
âHave I told you how much I admire you for your hard work?â
Suddenly he thrusts in hard and you moan loudly, toes curling as your hands reach down to hold his face again.
âYouâre so dedicated in everything you do, you donât even judge others for their opinions,â
His thrusts grew faster and harder as you whined, trying not to curse. Eyes tearing up from the pleasure.
âStratt doesnât deserve you, nobody deserves your knowledge, your expertiseâ
âDonât say another w-womanâs name while youâre fucking me Dr Grace,â
He smiles bashedly, glasses crooked.
His thrusts maintained a steady pace as you whined, hands sometimes clawing at his back as he groaned, eyes looking at you as always to see your reactions, how much you moan from which angle his cock hits into you.
And as soon as he finds a good angle, he curves his hips just slightly before thrusting at the same pace again, hitting that spot dead on every single time, leaving you trembling and sobbing.
His eyes started tearing too, tears dropping onto his glasses, realising you are below him connected in the most intimate way possible. His hands reach up to intertwine his fingers with yours as his forehead was still plastered against yours this whole time.
âI like you so much, you donât get it,â
âI like you hhmn even more,â
He gasps as his thrusts grow faster, your mind slowly melting from all the pleasure as you could feel your impending release. You whined loudly as your fingers intertwined with his even more, gripping his hands for life.
âF-fudge youâre so deep,âÂ
He moans loudly feeling you tighten, getting a sensing that youâre about to cum soon.
âIs it wrong to say âI love youâ this early on?â He gasps out as his eyes look at you, waiting for your answer.
He sobs from the pleasure now, as well as the ache of his thighs and core as he thrusts into you quicker.
Both of you guys kept whining, noses touching while exchanging breaths.
âI donât want this to be a one-time thing,â You sobbed out,
âM-me too, me too loveââ
He suddenly groaned loudly as he felt his release coming, eyes shutting tightly, his balls tightening in intervals while he kept thrusting deeply into you, and he could feel youâre about to cum too.
His hands are now tightening around yours as he deeply breathed in and out just to not cum before you.
His eyes blinked open to see yours, tears rolling down from the side of your eyes as you softly moan.
âI love you even more,â He sobs as one of his hands lets go of yours to rub your clit with his thumb, thrusting faster as you whine loudly, your free hand now tugging his hair as your eyes roll back.
You threw your head back as your back arches, whining as you got impossibly tighter around him, forcing him to lean his head against your neck, whining and whimpering, biting his lip tillâ it drew blood to stop himself from cumming before you end your high.Â
You kept moaning his informal name, sobbing and trembling under him like a leaf, and as soon as he could see that ring of cream around his cock as he pulled out because of your orgasm, <em>he lost it.</em>
He cums hard, groaning loudly as he bit the junction between your neck and shoulder to not shout. His thumb still rubs slow circles around your clit as your hips gyrate around in overstimulation, and you moan silently from the feeling of his cum filling you up deeply.
You felt so full, free hand now weaving its fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp so as to calm him down, which worked as he breathed deeply, leaving pecks around his bite on your shoulder.
Slowly his hips came to a stop. His kisses trailed up from your neck to your cheeks and then to your nose, making you giggle from how ticklish it felt.
The night slowly came to an end, your hand caressing his cheek as he slowly pulled out, forehead resting against yours. He flips over to have you on his chest, forgetting to take off his glasses that are still foggy as he curls his arm around your shoulder.
And just like that, sleep overtook the both of you, his hand clasping yours.
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