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You couldn’t help but notice how Ryan’s eyes trailed you once you changed into some shorts and a tee shirt. He’d never seen you dressed down up until this point, nobody in the office really had, but Ryan seemed to be the most infatuated with you by it. And you had to admit it, he looked handsome in his plain white tee. You could see his biceps, which were usually covered by his long-sleeved button-ups, and you could tell by the way his chest stretched under the fabric that he worked out.

You caught his eye while he was staring and smiled. His ears burned, but the corner of his mouth perked up.

“Ready to watch Micheal embarrass himself?” You walked over to him and playfully nudged his arm.

Ryan shook his head. “Always.”

*time skip*

You didn’t really do much for the first half of the game, allowing Micheal and Dwight to hog the ball and bodyslam the opposing team members as Micheal hollered nonsense. You didn’t really wanna get in between the two of them, afraid of what might happen to you if you did.

Then Ryan, by some miracle, captured the ball from Darryl without being tackled by Micheal. You were closer to the net than Ryan and no one was covering you, seeing as you were mostly standing around since the game began and no one saw you as a real threat.

Ryan looked panicked as a few members of the opposing team of much larger, stronger guys swarmed around him. “I’m open! Ryan!” You finally perked up, swinging your arms up. 

Ryan passed the ball to you, much to Dwight’s dismay, and sure enough the opposing members rushed toward you. But you were too quick. Upon seizing the ball, you turned and made your shot. Nothing but net.

“YEAH! Go Y/N!” Micheal yelled, stumbling toward the hoop to try and grab the ball. Someone on the warehouse team got a hold of it first, however, and went to toss it to a teammate. You were able to rush in between them and catch the ball.

Now, being surrounded by much, much taller men than you, you put some faith into your ability to aim and threw the ball at the net as hard as you could. It hit the backboard, the rim, and fell through the net. Ryan smiled proudly at you as you jogged over, allowing Dwight to get back to his shenanigans.

Ryan gave you a high-five. “Why’d you decide just now to come to life?”

You simply shrugged, watching Dwight run around with the ball (in hand) before deciding to jump back into action.

Dwight flung the ball toward Micheal, who was squatting on the corner of the court out of breath, and shouted, “MICHEAL!”

You rolled your eyes and were able to get to the ball before it made impact with Micheal’s face. Dwight once again cursed at you, but you paid no attention to it. You had spotted Ryan, who was near the net, jumping and waving his arms at you. Running toward him, you passed him the ball and he made his shot. It bounced off the rim. You followed the ball without hesitation and were able to catch it before it hit the floor. You were able to toss it up through the rim and score once again for your team.

The rest of the game went a lot like that. You’d somehow manage to get a hold of the ball and score. You were a miracle, really - hadn’t it been for you and your dedication to the sport throughout high school, the team didn’t stand a chance.

Afterwards, Ryan came up to you. “Good going!” He laughed, and opened his arms for a hug.

You took him up on it despite knowing full-well how sweaty the both of you were. “Oh, you stink.” You grumbled and he pulled away to playfully shove you.

“I could say the same for you, but I’m trying to be gentlemanly.” 

“Oh, really? Is that why you suck at ball?” You teased.

“Hey, not everyone here was athletic growing up.” He feigned offense.

“Maybe it’s because I didn’t shut myself up playing video games.” You countered.

He chuckled and said, “Why don’t you come over to play some time and we’ll who wins then?”

His hands slid up your thighs as you squirmed for some friction against his hard-on. His fingers tugged at your shirt with yours at his hair, and he began pushing the fabric up your waist. He leaned back and helped you pull it over your head and quickly pinned you back down by your wrists.

His mouth set a path along your jaw and toward your ear. You moved your head insync with him to give him better access to the sensitive skin. Your whole body felt hot, the excitement pooling in your stomach making your head feel light. Ryan's breath tickled your neck and you squirmed helplessly beneath him. His lips moved deliberately down your throat, leaving behind hot wet kisses. You whined, pressing your hips up against his.

He made a sort of satisfied noise to himself and began to press his teeth into your skin. You whined again and pleaded, "Jesus, Ryan."

Your breathing was heavy as his lips continued downward. He finally released his grip on your wrists and your hands rushed into his hair, his own settling on your waist. He bit lightly down your tummy, that heat in your stomach building as he neared your waistband. He pulled away after leaving a kiss low on your hip to tug off his own shirt.

You took the opportunity to begin pushing off your pants. Ryan followed suit and you heard him begin to undo his belt.

Your pants gone, the only thing left between you was your underwear. You ran your hands up his bare torso as he crawled back up your body, making him shiver. He pressed his lips into yours, kissing you slowly. One of his hands tightly held your thigh, the other brushing his fingertips over your clothed core.

"I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna make you cum." He groaned against your mouth, the hand that was once at your thigh now holding your chin.

You whined, pushing your hips up to meet his fingers for more friction. You were soaked through the fabric. "Do it." You urged. "Make me feel good."

His fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and dipped lightly into your core, spreading your wetness over your lips and up to your clit. You squirmed, but he held you down by your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. He began rubbing tight circles into your clit, making you moan and buck your hips.

"You like that?" Ryan asked, the slow, deliberate movement of his fingers had you gripping his shoulders. His sultry gaze burned into you.

"Yes, god yes."

Ryan promptly removed his fingers, receiving an exasperated whine in response. He popped his fingers into his mouth before crawling down your body.

Your breathing quickened as you watched him pull your panties down your legs. Discarding the piece of clothing, he gently spread your legs. He smirked at you as he got comfortable on his stomach, gripped your thighs, and tugged you forward. You squealed.

Your heart pounded in your chest, Ryan's face dangerously close to your core. "You're insufferable." You grumbled. He left soft kisses on your thighs.

You grabbed the back of his head in frustration to try and guide him to where you wanted.

"Easy." He said, smirking again and grasping your wrist.

Finally, Ryan flattened his tongue against your core and licked up to your clit. You sighed, your fingers curling in his dark hair. He closed his mouth around your clit and lavished the little nub with his tongue. You squealed, your thighs closing around his head, prompting him to grab them and pin them down with his forearms. You keened loudly and worked your hips the best you could against his face. Your breathing was labored as he held you down and ate you out, the pleasure making you feel warm and light-headed.

Suddenly, Ryan shook his head back and forth, his tongue plush against your hard clit, and you squealed and arched your back at the acceleration in movement. Ryan desperately kept a tight hold on your thighs as you squirmed, his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises.

"Oh fuck Ry - ah!" You moaned wantonly, one hand gripping the back of his head as the other dug into the pillow behind you.

The knot in your stomach released - a high moan ripped out of your throat. Ryan let you ride out your high as you ground slowly against his lips. You let go of his head and his grip on your thighs loosened; he pulled back slightly to lap up whatever cum was left.

You tried to catch your breath and watched as Ryan sat back on his haunches. His lips were pink and swollen with irritation, his mouth and chin glistening with your cum. He smirked at you and wiped his face with the back of his forearm and you couldn't help but stupidly smile back.

Ryan removed his underwear, revealing his hard cock. He began crawling back over your body, still smiling at you. "Did I make you feel good?" He inquired.

You drape your arms around his neck. "I've had better." You teased. His mouth came to yours and he kissed you slowly.

His lips moved to your neck, his teeth digging lightly into your skin. "I'll show you better." He said into your ear, grasping his cock and rubbing its head up and down your slit.

You whined. His teasing was making you breathe heavily again - his attention to your throat and the hickies he was leaving behind made you feel scandalized, the way he just wasn't letting you have his cock already made you writhe. The heat and wetness building between your legs was insufferable.

Your hand came down hard on his shoulder and you gripped onto him. "Ryan, please." You squealed. You just wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted him to fuck you senseless.

Ryan finished sucking a particularly painful bruise into your throat before kissing you. He pushed slowly into you, your relieved groan swallowed up by his mouth. Your head fell back as you cried out, breaking the kiss, and Ryan moaned softly.

He filled you up slowly, the feeling of his hard cock inside you making you squeeze your eyes shut. Ryan bottomed out and paused and you whimpered in response. Ryan took this as a signal to keep moving.

He pressed his forehead to yours and moved his hips deliberately. He kissed you languidly, you held him close and tight as you rocked your hips gently against his.

Pulling away, Ryan watched your face. His bright blue eyes were now lust-blown and dark.

“More,” you keened, one of your hands holding the side of his face as your legs moved up and around his waist.

Ryan obliged you, he began thrusting harder and you held on to his shoulders.

You moaned, your pussy clenching around him.

“So good.” He breathed and buried his head into your shoulder.

Ryan held you close as he fucked you, the way you squirmed and the noises you made egging him on. His room was filled with your cries and the sound of his skin moving against yours.

The warmth between your legs was growing rapidly. Your nails dug into Ryan’s skin and he groaned into your neck.

“Ryan,” you squealed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

Ryan looked at you. “Say my name again.”

You could almost feel yourself blush if it wasn’t for the heat that had already flooded your face. “Ryan!” You repeated desperately.

He moaned low in his throat, grabbing your thighs to better fuck into you. “Again.”

You whined, working your hips as best you could against his. “Ryan!” You cried, the heat and wetness between your legs making you feel lightheaded.

Ryan watched your face. “God, I love hearing you.” He cooed.

You gripped his shoulders for dear life and squeezed his waist with your legs to try and keep them from shaking. You were dangerously close and Ryan could tell.

He brought a hand to the side of your face and roughly kissed your neck. “Cum on me, baby,” he encouraged, “I wanna feel you cum on me.”

That was all the encouragement you needed. You arched your back and scratched his shoulders, crying out as you came on Ryan’s cock. “Oh shit, Ryan!”

You watched him as he rode out your high, pulling loud, high-pitched moans from your throat. The overstimulation made you repeat his name like a mantra.

Finally, Ryan pulled out to grasp himself in his hand and cum on your stomach, your name spilling from his slightly swollen lips.

He plopped down on his back on the bed next to you and reached for a tissue.

You lay still, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, handing it to you.