bambi

"long day?"

your delicious voice cut through his train of thoughts. "mhm. same for you i expect?", he replied.

you sighed. "well, it was unique. there's only so many times one mixes up 'fun' and 'cool' and ends up saying 'fu fu' to their boss."

ryland let out a hard laugh before quickly trying to shape his face into an apologetic grimace. only you could do this to him, pull him out of his dread and into a light comfort filled with the easy naturality that he always found in your presence. you smiled in embarrassment, handing him a cup of tea, which he accepted gratefully.

"wanna watch a movie? i really need to procrastinate", he proposed, trying to delay the horde of papers to correct for as long as possible. "sure", you replied with a chuckle that made his stomach (and the tea inside it) swoop.

the both of you shuffled into the dining room and ryland plopped himself into the cosy sofa. carefully placing his cup on a coaster, he looked up to see a sight that would have definitely made him drop his tea had he not placed it down just then.

you were bent down, on all fours, trying to find the remote that had slipped your fingers. your shorts had ridden up, putting your perfect ass on full display for him. your toes were curled up and the fabric of your shorts pressed on your pussy so tight he could almost make out-

fuck.

immediately he could sense the rush of blood to his cock, stirring up in his jeans. adjusting himself just in time for you to get up, he smiled at the triumphant look on your face and the lost remote in your hands. you sauntered over to him and sat down right beside his thigh, so close he could feel the heat radiating towards him. his brain scuttled to remember the second law of thermodynamics (the total entropy of an isolated system can never decrease) just to distract himself from picturing you on his lap, making yourself comfortable such that that tight fabric enveloped around your pussy was directly atop his clothed dick- oops, too late.

by the time he was done fantasising, you had already picked out a movie and pressed play. it went by well enough, occasionally interrupted by your snide remarks about the dialogue and his astonishment at the blatant scientific inaccuracies.

at the one and half hour mark, he felt the droop of your head on his shoulder. looking over, he saw your sleeping face - a mesmerising canvas of peace. you looked so pretty like this, your lips parted and your cheek smushed; but perhaps the most enticing of the scene was the fact that you were resting on his body. his. nobody else's. just his.

the movie played in the background as he stared at you, trying to mesmerise the patterns of your face. the way your eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly in your sleep, the slight shift of your nostrils every time you inhaled, the glint of residual gloss on your plump lips. he wished he could stay like this forever. but when the credits finally came into his peripheral view, he built up the courage to wake you and end this moment of serenity.

"hey, wake up. you should go to bed, hun"

your forehead crinkled for a split second before your eyes drowsily blinked twice. you pushed yourself off and tried to rub the sleep out. "did you just call me hun?", you muttered, stifling a yawn.

"huh?"

"nevermind. i'm going to bed, rye. don't stay up too late", you said, giving him a soft pat on the cheek and walking off with a stretch.

god, he was in love with you. that slight contact itself had him seeing stars.

he sighed, closing the tv off and heading to his bedroom. "what a perfect way to end the day", he thought sarcastically, "more work".

sitting down at his study, he grudgingly pulled out the intimidating pile of unchecked test papers. the first one had a big circle around the question, and a note written next to it in kid's handwriting mentioning that the sentence structure of the question was incorrect. out of pure muscle memory, his eyes darted to the name at the top. abby. he smiled. he really should've known by now.

the next half hour passed by lazily enough. he had just finished grading 2 papers and decided it was time enough to get a snack from the fridge. standing up, he stretched and walked to the door.

as his hand made contact with the cool metal doorknob, he suddenly heard a noise that glued him to the floor.

"fuck, rye-"

his heart jumped to his throat. this wasn't an exclamation of pain, that much he could make out from the breathy, strained voice. oh god. oh god.

and then came the moans.

you were moaning - soft, sweet moans that went straight to his already half-hard cock. even the walls couldn't stifle your needy whines. the restless shuffle of sheets followed, and then came the buzzing.

the unmistakeable buzzing of a vibrator.

an overwhelming warmth trickled up his spine, pressing even harder on his "gentleman's equipment". fuck, were you getting off? and did you say his fucking name? god, he could pass out right this instant if it wasn't for the merciless torture of his hard dick pushing against his fly, begging for attention. your attention.

please god, please let her be getting off to me. please.

as much as he would die to touch himself right there and then, to the dizzying melody of your whimpers; he couldn't let himself do that. not yet. that crossed a boundary he didn't want to violate, because horny whipped pathetic man aside - he was a gentleman.

but the involuntary humping of his crotch against the door made only one word ring out in his lust filled brain.

pervert.

so all he could do was sit down, clutch his hands behind himself and watch as his dick desperately tried to hump the air in search of friction;

all the while your pretty, loud moans reverberated in the air.

ahhhh i was reading project hail mary and there was no way i couldn't write something for this loveable nerd! part 2 maybe with him joining reader? ;)