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∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom

Lars is big, but he doesn’t know since he has little to no frame of reference, plus no one’s ever seen him naked. He’s seen some racy clips from the porn that Kurt shows him, but the guys in those movies tend to be on the bigger side so Lars just thinks that’s the standard. 

He’s long and thick, uncircumcized, with a light trail of dark golden hair leading down over his lower belly to a natural little bush around the base where you’ll find his neatly tucked balls. He’s pretty too; pale and smooth – and flushes pink at the tip when he gets a little excited.

Lars finds blow jobs a little overwhelming sensory-wise, so more often prefers touching, either over clothes and dry humping, or soft, slow handjobs… until he gets needy and whiny and you move a little faster. It can take Lars some time to recover after an orgasm, the intense sensations staying in his body for a while after, so no matter how much he enjoyed himself with you, he can feel a little touched out – but he will eagerly go for another round of pleasuring you when he’s caught his breath. He has been known to cum untouched while eating you out.

∘₊✧ Driver

Driver is a grower. There is a subtle bulge in his jeans, but when he gets hard it’s frankly unavoidable.

He’s a decently neat size, with a very light amount of blonde hair around the base and well proportioned balls. When he gets hard, he’s a good six inches and girthy, but not intimidatingly so – he’d stretch you just right.

He doesn’t usually wear underwear, finding the sensory aspect of wearing under-layers too restricting when he’s driving and the friction of his jeans can sometimes feel really fucking good. Especially when you kiss him, or even just smile in his direction and he feels himself twitch inside the denim. It doesn’t take much to make him come undone, because he’s deliciously sensitive. He doesn’t mind how you pleasure him and he does have a short refractory period, so it doesn’t take long to go again if he spills too early, and when he does go again, he’s so needy and whiny and intense. He just falls apart with you.

∘₊✧ Colt Seavers

Colt is a monster and has been jokingly compared to a roll of three Coke cans. With the biggest dick of all the geese, he sometimes gets a little lightheaded when he gets a boner.

He’s handsomely thick, has pretty veins that are so sensitive to a gentle touch, and thick dirty-blonde hair at the base following on from a tempting trail.

For a blow job you’ll need both hands along with your mouth to take him completely. He has to take his time when he fucks you because the stretch can be… a lot. But once you’re prepared by his fingers and tongue, and he’s buried deep, he breathes out a low growl of, ‘Fuck you’re so tight baby-’ circling his hips painfully slowly to get you comfortable before he pounds into you.

∘₊✧ Ken

Ken is fascinated with his dick. Having recently gained one when permanently returning to the Real World as an ex-doll, he feels very proud of it.

It’s plastic-perfect, like a dildo that was made to look like a realistic cock. His new dick did come with a small amount of bleach-blonde hair, as neat as the rest of him. He’s perfectly proportioned, big enough to fill you, but not to hurt.

Ken has a great time learning how to jerk off. He also learns that his cum is pink and glittery (affectionately known as Glizz)! With you, he is eager to try anything and everything and has so many questions, and wants to learn everything there is to know about pleasure – yours and his. Ken is frankly insatiable, and will hump you at any time you’re left alone together.

∘₊✧ Henry Letham

Henry doesn’t think too much about sex, unless he’s with the right person who ignites that little flame of desire inside him just the right way. Then, he will get super invested, and jerking off will become a regular routine until you kiss him one day and take his breath away.

He is on the slightly smaller side, and that’s NOT a bad thing. He’s perfectly in proportion, fills you just right, and is pretty – in a sad way, just like him. He has never trimmed or shaved a day in his life, but he would if he thought you’d like it.

He is intense, and fucks you deep and thorough, never satisfied until you’ve come undone at least once – only then will he let himself really feel the pleasure you give him. Henry can take a while to get hard. Unless there’s a very specific kink at play that really gets him just right, he needs the emotional context behind the act to feel right. But he is an eager lover once he gets going, and will shed a tear or two when the resulting orgasm subsides.

∘₊✧ Holland March

Holland has a love-hate relationship with his schwanz. Sometimes it’s hard when he really could do without it, and other times it won’t cooperate.

He’s an impressive length. with an impressive bush of dark brown-blonde hair, and he knows how to use it. His balls are on the larger side and feel so heavy when he hasn’t cum for a while (he likes you to include them when you’re having fun down there).

Holland prefers handjobs to blow jobs because they feel more personal, and therefore more intense, and he is one for romance. He likes to watch you pleasure him, kiss you while you’re touching, feel the caress of your touch while you feel the throb of his desire. With his narrow hips, he’s incredibly skilled at getting the angle just right for you during sex, and making you feel full. You won’t only be full of his dick, though; Holland has hyperspermia, so when he cums, it goes on and on - it’s messy and sexy – copious amounts of his seed pump from his tip, prolonging his orgasm while you try to take it all. But you can’t ever quite manage to, and it will dribble out down your legs or over your chin. Handjob? Be prepared to both get covered in his release.

∘₊✧ Sierra Six

Six is as large as the rest of his body. He knows he’s big, and he’s quite proud of it, but he doesn’t try to impress you with that fact because he really thinks his dick can speak for itself when he’s hard.

He’s handsome, thick, curves up really beautifully when he’s hard, and when he’s had time he will groom his hair just a little bit, although that will get neglected when he’s busy.

Six likes you to take care of him so he can give up control, so he’s happy with whatever you want to do with him as long as you’re having a good time and taking away the prospect of any decision making. He can only do this, though, if he trusts implicitly, so you’re one of very few to ever see this vulnerable side of him and get free reign of how to pleasure him.

∘₊✧ Ryland Grace

Ryland is another Goose who is bigger than he knows, and he’s very modest about it – and about his abilities. He’s relatively inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t an enthusiastic lover.

His dick is thick, veiny in a very pretty way, natural hair at the base, and balls that hang just slightly lower than the other Geese.

Ryland moans LOUD. He’s kind of embarrassed about it, but when you touch him, he just melts into pure pleasure and can’t stop himself. He loves to guide you on his cock, sitting back against the headboard or in a chair while you ride him, with his big hands holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you. It’s a very safe way for him to feel a sense of control without taking it away from you completely. And he’s kind of easy to excite – a naughty text here and there will fluster him so much that you can’t send them while he’s at work. He’s hard and leaking from the lightest touch, and he will cum from a handjob in under a minute. But when he’s buried in you, he likes to draw out the pleasure, keeping you still as he essentially edges himself in your pussy.

∘₊✧ Luke Glanton

Luke takes a lot of pride in his body, and his cock is no exception. He wants to be the whole package for you, and his actual package is just delicious.

He is of average size, pale, and has pretty balls. He keeps his hair closely trimmed and there are tattoos down there that you get to discover when you undress him, like unwrapping a birthday present; your favorites are the little loveheart and the lipstick stain left by amorous lips, calling you to kiss him in that exact spot (you discover he moans when you do. He got the tattoo in that spot for a reason).

Luke is open to anything you want to try, and wherever, too – he will drive you to the middle of nowhere to have you suck him off against his bike in nature, or he will eat you out around the back of his trailer when you looked at him that particular way and he couldn’t wait to get you inside. His favorite sexual activity of all, though, is whatever feels the most intimate. He loves to be able to look into your eyes and cum simultaneously because it feels like such a close and special thing to share. He will lay around with you afterward, inevitably getting hard again pretty quickly while you’re laid in his arms talking and kissing, because it feels kinda romantic and he loves that.

Edit:

∘₊✧ Officer K

oh my god if the pilots are fucking... who's flying mary 😧

Closer by NIN was a big inspo for this one and was on repeat a majority of the time wheheheohohoh🫪🫪🫪

No close ups since it'll get flagged hhehehehe you'll have to click on it to see it better

He started fast.

Driver tore through the glowing streets of Los Angeles like a shadow, weaving between cars with terrifying precision and calm. The city lights blurred into long streaks of neon pink, electric blue and molten gold. He leaned hard into every turn, and you leaned with him instinctively, your bodies locked together in perfect sync. The wind whipped against you, cold and sharp, tearing at your hair and clothes, while the heat radiating from his back kept you nice and heated.

He took the on-ramp onto the freeway and really opened the throttle. The sudden surge of speed pressed you harder against his body, the roar of the engine drowning out everything except the wild pounding of your heart. His muscles flexed and shifted under your hands with every lane change. He drove like he did everything else in life; silent, focused, and completely without fear. No hesitation. No wasted movement. Just raw precision wrapped in ice cold control.

After several exhilarating miles, he exited the freeway and began climbing into the dark Hollywood Hills. The traffic thinned, then vanished entirely. The road grew narrower, windier and shadowed by tall trees and rocky outcrops. The bike's single headlight sliced through the night like a blade as he navigated the twisting turns with smooth, expert confidence.

Eventually he slowed and turned onto a hidden, unmarked gravel road. The tires crunched softly as he guided the motorcycle up a final steep incline. The engine's growl turned to a low satisfied purr before falling silent as he killed the ignition at the edge of a secluded outlook.

You'd been here before but the view was always breathtaking.

Below you, Los Angeles sprawled out like an endless glittering sea of lights, millions of tiny stars trapped on the ground. The Hollywood sign glowed faintly in the distance, pale and ghostly against the hills. Up here, the world felt far away. The air was crisp and cool, the only sounds the faint rustle of wind through the dry brush and the soft ticking of the cooling engine.

Driver sat still for a long moment, letting the silence wrap around both of you. Then he reached back with one gloved hand and rested it firmly on your thigh, giving it a slow, possessive squeeze. He turned at the waist, just enough for you to see the sharp line of his jaw.

"You okay?" he asked, voice rough from the ride.

You nodded against his shoulder, still buzzing with adrenaline and the lingering thrill of the high speed driving. He reached forward and killed the headlight, plunging both of you into near darkness broken only by the vast glow of the city below. Then he twisted further, one strong arm wrapping around your back to pull you even closer against him.

For the first time all night, his rigid posture softened, just slightly. His free hand came up, gloved fingers brushed a stray piece of wind-tangled hair from your face with surprising gentleness.

"Been wanting to bring you up here again." he murmured, eyes locking on yours.

He fell quiet after that, moving to help you off the bike before getting off himself, now leaning back against the vehicle.

Driver leaned back against the fuel tank, his long legs spread wide to brace the bike, boots planted firmly in the gravel. The cool night breeze brushed over you both as the adrenaline from the ride still hummed in your veins.

You stood between his spread thighs, heart racing. The way he was looking at you, eyes hungry and dark, made heat pool low in your belly. Biting your lip, you reached out and rested your hands on his thick thighs.

"Can I?.." you asked softly, voice a little shy. You fingers slowly slid higher.

Driver's jaw tightened. For a second he just stared at you, those icy blue eyes burning. Then he gave one slow nod, his gloved hand sliding into your hair.

"Yeah," he whispered, voice low. "Go ahead, baby."

That was all the permission you needed.

You slowly sank to your knees on the cool gravel in front of him. Driver watched every movement as you reached up and unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound loud in the quiet of the night. You tugged his pants open and freed his cock. He was already hard, thick and heavy, veins standing out along the rigid shaft, the flushed head shiny with precum.

You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave him a slow, firm stroke. Driver exhaled sharply. Leaning in, you dragged your tongue slowly up the entire length of his cock, savoring the salty taste before swirling it around the swollen head. You licked up the bead of precum leaking from his slit, then closed your lips around him and sucked.

"Fuck.." he growled, the word deep and gravelly.

You took him deeper, lips stretching around his thick girth as you began bobbing your head. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet outlook as you worked him steadily, hollowing your cheeks on the upstroke and relaxing your throat to take more of him on every downward glide. Soon he was bumping against the back of your throat.

Driver's fingers tightened in your hair, gripping harder. His other hand left the handlebar to rest on the back of your neck, holding you in place while his hips gave small, controlled thrusts, feeding you more of his cock. Spit dripped down his shaft and over your fingers as you sucked him messily.

You pulled off for a breath, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. While stroking him fast with one hand, you leaned down and sucked on his heavy balls, taking one into your mouth and rolling it gently with your tongue. Driver's breath hitched, a rare broken groan escaping him as his thighs tensed around you.

"Look at me," he grunted.

You obeyed, staring up at him with watery eyes as you took his cock back into your mouth. This time you pressed deeper, forcing into your throat until the tip of your nose pressed flush against his stomach. You held there, throat fluttering around his length until you gagged softly. When you pulled back, gasping, thick strands of spit ran down your chin and dripped onto your chest.

Driver's eyes were nearly black with lust. He brushed his gloved thumb across your wet, swollen lower lip, then pushed it into your mouth. You sucked on it obediently while your hand kept pumping his slick, throbbing cock.

"You're so fucking good at that," he murmured, voice rough.

Encouraged, you took his cock back into your mouth, sucking him harder and faster. Your head moved in a steady, sloppy rhythm, the wet sounds of your mouth mixing with his ragged breathing. You took every inch you could, gagging yourself on his thick length again and again, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. One hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach while the other slid between his legs to cup and massage his balls lightly.

Driver's control began to fray. His hips rocked more openly now, fucking your throat with shallow thrusts. His fingers stayed tangled tight in your hair, guiding you exactly how he wanted it. Low, broken groans slipped from his lips every time you swallowed around him.

The contrast was intoxicating, the cool night air, the dangerous man leaning back on his motorcycle, the endless city lights below and you on your knees worshipping every thick inch of his cock with your warm, eager mouth.

You felt him swell even harder against your tongue, his breathing turning rough and uneven as he got closer to the edge. But before he could finish, Driver tightened his grip in your hair and slowly pulled you off his cock.

"Up." He ordered.

He didn't wait for you to stand on your own. Strong hands gripped your arms and pulled you to your feet. In one smooth motion, he turned you around and pushed you forward over the motorcycle. Your chest and stomach pressed against the cool, sleek fuel tank as he bent you over the bike. The position left your ass raised perfectly for him, toes just barely touching the gravel.

Driver flipped your skirt up roughly over your hips, exposing you completely to the cool night air. His gloved hand ran possessively over your ass before he yanked your underwear down your thighs in one quick tug, letting them catch around your knees.

You heard the wet sound of him stroking his spit-slick cock before you felt the thick head pressing against your soaked cunt. Without another word, he gripped your hip with one hand and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you in a single hard stroke.

A sharp moan tore from your throat at the sudden stretch. He was thick, and the angle had him hitting so deep it made your toes curl. Driver gave you almost no time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into you again, setting a brutal rhythm, the bike creaking beneath you on its kickstand with every thrust.

"Fuck- so wet," he growled from above you.

One of his hands stayed clamped on your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you harder. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed into the quiet night, mixing with your desperate moans and his low grunts.

The his other hand slid up your body. He wrapped his gloved fingers around your throat from behind and pulled you up slightly, arching your back. The pressure was firm and controlled. He squeezed just hard enough to make your head feel light, your breath coming in short, gasping whimpers as he continues pounding into you.

"You like that?" he murmured hotly against your ear, never slowing his hips. His cock drove deep with every thrust, stretching you open.

You could only manage a choked moan in response. The combination of his thick cock filling you and the steady pressure on your neck sent waves of dizzying pleasure through your body. He loosened his grip just enough for you to gasp in a full breath before squeezing again, perfectly timed with a particularly deep thrust that made your eyes roll back.

Driver's pace grew more punishing. He fucked you like he drove; intense, precise and relentless. The bike rocked beneath you both as he railed you harder, his hips slapping against your ass. His hand stayed around your throat, fingers flexing as he dominated you completely. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly, building higher with every drag of his cock.

"I'm close," he gasped, voice hoarse from his hand around your neck.

Driver growled low in response. He released your throat to slide his hand down and press two fingers firmly against your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles while he kept fucking you hard.

"Come for me." He ordered, voice rough and commanding against your ear. "Right now."

The combination of his deep thrusts, the pressure on your clit, and the lingering dizziness from his chokehold sent you spiraling. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, thighs shaking and walls clenching around his cock as you cried out into the night. Your vision blurred with the intensity of it, pleasure ripping through every nerve.

Driver groaned deeply as your cunt pulsed and fluttered around him. He buried himself to the hilt and held there, hips grinding against you as his own release hit. You felt the hot, thick pulses of cum spilling inside you, rope after heavy rope flooding your cunt as he came with a low groan. He stayed buried deep, hips twitching as he emptied himself completely, marking you from the inside.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the faint wind over the overlook.

Finally, Driver slowly pulled out. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he was already moving. He reached down and gently tugged your panties back up your thighs, pulling snug against your soaked cunt. The fabric pressing his warm cum tight against you, trapping it inside where it belonged.

"Keep it in," he murmured, voice low and surprising soft.

He smoothed your skirt back down over your hips with careful hands, then turned you around to face him. The dangerous intensity from moments ago had melted away. Those icy blue eyes were gentler now as he looked at you. He cupped your face with both gloved hands, thumbs brushing tenderly over your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, eyes searching yours. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, still a little dazed and breathless. A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, rare and only for you. He leaned in and kissed you slowly, nothing like the roughness from before. It was warm and full of affection. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand stroked soothingly up and down your back.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead to yours.

Driver helped you back onto the motorcycle, making sure you were settled comfortably before he swung his leg over. He started the engine, the low rumble vibrating through both of you again. Before pulling away, he reached back and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The ride home was much slower, smooth and careful like he was in no hurry to end the night. The wind cooled your heated skin as he navigated the winding roads back down from the hills. Every so often he'd rub his thumb softly over your leg, a silent check-in. When you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and pressed your cheek to his back, you felt him exhale in quiet contentment.

By the time he pulled up outside your place, the city was starting to stir with early morning life. He killed the engine and helped you off the bike, then walked you to your door with an arm around your shoulders. At the threshold he pulled you into another slow kiss, hands cradling your face like you were something precious.

"Get some rest," he murmured against your lips. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

You knew when you started dating Ryland that he was touch starved but nothing could’ve prepared you for how bad it actually was. He’s so sensitive everywhere. Even when you mean your touches in a purely non-sexual/romantic way he can’t help but melt into them. His neck, his arms, his back, all of it makes him twitch, and it only gets more profound when you’re having sex. God forbid you tug at his hair even a little bit and he’ll be whining into your neck or your mouth (or your cunt) uncontrollably.

Speaking of, he’s a Munch. Gets arguably more pleasure out of eating you out than he does when he fucks you because of how much you love it. And he’s good at it, too. Figured out exactly what you like and how you like it so he can give you a mind melding orgasm every time (or multiple times). Definitely definitely the type to tell you when he’s had enough of you, “just one more for me, please sweetheart. I know you can do it for me.”

(And his NOSEEE. His perfect, pointed nose is something he learns early on drives you crazyyy. Your legs over his shoulders while he’s eating you out and his pushing his beautiful nose into your clit over and over again with his tongue inside you makes you want to scream. He’s never been happier than when he realized your comments about his nose were not some elaborate joke about him and you were completely serious. I think I could write a whole seperate thing about Ryland's nose tbh)

LOVES a makeout session, anytime, anywhere. (This is me projecting onto him deal with it) any obstacle he has to overcome in life, big or small he tries to fix with a makeout. You had to miss a lunch date with him because of work? He’s making out with you as soon as you get home that day. He had to sit through a terrible staff meeting today? The second he sees you next he’s pulling you onto his lap, kissing you through a rant about how stupid the school board decisions are recently. You’re going out for a girls night instead on spending your joint day off with him? Mandatory 45 minute makeout with him before you start getting ready and potentially a secondary one once you’re dressed if he can catch you before you’ve done your lipstick. He doesn’t even care if it leads to sex afterwards, in a perfect world he gets to have his tongue inside your mouth basically at all times.

he doesnt have a jealous bone in his body, not really. he can just get... overprotective. he wants you close All The Time. whether hes grading tests or projects or watching you cook dinner in your shared apartment (the only thing he ever makes for himself is ramen noodles), he needs you near him. hes in the bathroom brushing his teeth while youre showering because he doesnt want to lay in your bed without you, even for five minutes.

hes a deep sleeper. and a long one, too. whenever you two share a day off you have to bribe him out of bed with coffee and pancakes, because if it was up to him, hed rather spend the whole day in bed with you. hes also Always falling asleep with his glasses on. he goes through pairs of them so often youve started keeping a spare in the apartment, along with an always-updated copy of his prescription for when he inevitably loses the spare set too.

the epitome of golden retriever boyfriend, theres no denying it. all he ever wants is for you to run your hands through his hair and tell him hes doing a good job, no matter what it is hes actually doing. Needs reassurance from you whenever youre willing to give it to him, which is always, of course. cycles constantly through having lots of energy to none at all (hence the sleeping in).

we all know hes a cryer. hes crying at anything and everything even a little bit emotional. he always tells you its the price you have to pay for having an emotionally intelligent boyfriend, hes gonna be emotional. more than once hes handed you a tear-stained book and asked if you could read him the ending, because the words are too blurry for him to do it himself.

hes a Huge believer in goodbye kisses. if you two are going to spend any time apart at all, he needs a kiss goodbye. usually this isnt a problem, with his teaching job starting so early in the morning hes almost always out the door before you, and in charge of the goodbye kiss. but theres been a few times where you left before him and decided not to wake him in your rush to get out the door. not only do you get a very pathetic text about it whenever he does wake up, he wrestles you directly into bed the second you get home, complaining about how lonely he felt all day without your kisses.

the least organized person you know by far. his desk is the one place that doesnt get organized in the apartment, at his request, and its constantly strewn with gradebook binders and alternate test question forms for his different classes. you have no idea how he can stand working with his space like that, but he always tells you just because his papers arent in neat stacks doesnt mean he doesnt know where they are.

━━━ .°˖✧ a is for aftercare ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are they like after sex?

╰₊✧ for the very first time, he has a mental checklist and a vague idea of what he’s supposed to do, but when the time actually comes for him to take care of you, he quickly forgets everything that he’s supposed to be doing and ends up running around the house like a headless chicken in nothing but his underwear. on top of that, he refuses to have you give him any instructions on what he’s supposed to be doing because he feels the need to prove himself as a boyfriend and doesn’t want you to lift a finger, yet he still ended up needing a few hints. still, once he has everything figured out, it’s much more quiet and intimate while he takes care of you, and he often gives you massages to help with any soreness he might have given you.

━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?

╰₊✧ on him, he doesn’t really have a particular part of himself that he likes, nor has he given it much thought. he doesn’t care for his own physical appearance, finding himself painfully average if anything, regardless of what others may say. all that matters is that he’s passable enough for whatever the occasion is, although he’s always the most disheveled-looking one who gets several side-eyes, but if he’s going on a special date with you, then he’ll put more effort into looking more presentable. the point is, he spends a lot more time maintaining the sharpness of his mind rather than his looks, so he would probably answer the question with something bizarre like the shape of his skull or his kneecaps, but he’s been pretty proud of his physique after he started working out. 

╰₊✧ on you, to make up for the fact that he’s painfully uninterested in himself, he’s completely obsessed with you and thinks you’re the most beautiful thing to exist since the starry night sky. all he ever wants to do is kiss you all over until his lips have touched every inch of your skin, but he has a weakness when it comes to your thighs and legs. whenever he sees you wearing a skirt that exposes them, he’s a goner and can think of nothing else for the entire day, and he loves it when you squish his head in between them. (he’s the guy from “im this clingy” meme, finding it to be the most comfortable spot that’s also the closest he’ll ever get to heaven.)

━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.

╰₊✧ while he’s tempted to do it inside, he does not want to risk starting a family at the moment when he’s riding a bicycle to and from work out of necessity rather than leisure, but he’s grown a liking to seeing his release on your stomach or thighs, finding it to be even more erotic than if he finished inside. once you even noticed the way he was staring at it and smeared it around a little on your skin, and he immediately got rock hard again after seeing that. 

━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?

╰₊✧ he’s only done this once in his entire life and never plans to do it again, but back when he was crushing hard on you, there was an incident where he couldn’t get off using his imagination alone and ended up looking though porn videos until he stumbled across an actress who looked or sounded like you. once he finished jerking off, he had this intense sense of guilt and almost betrayal, so he’s never spoken about it since, and it’s a secret that he’ll probably take to the grave with him.

━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?

╰₊✧ ryland might try to approach it through a scientific lens at first, but it’s far too awkward when he has to pause to calculate how fast he should be going when he’s thrusting into you to ensure that you reach your climax before he runs out of stamina. he probably lost his virginity once back in college at a party that he was too drunk to remember, and that’s about it. even though he’s dated a few other women before you, he never really made it past second base with them, so he’s a flustered mess once you pull him into bed, but he’s nothing if not a fast learner, and you’ll soon find that you’re quite an exceptional teacher.

━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ self-explanatory.

╰₊✧ he don’t like to do anything too complicated, so missionary, cowgirl, and spooning are the usual go-tos that he doesn’t stray from often, but he’s willing to divert and try most positions at least once for experimental reasons (keep in mind though, while he’s strong enough for nearly everything, he isn’t flexible, he would snap in half like a stick if he attempted anything too crazy).

━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?

╰₊✧ he never even catches what he says during the act that’s so funny to you until he sees you giggling at his words, and he doesn’t think he ever will. ryland is a funny guy overall with his dry wit and sarcasm, although it’s rarely intentional, especially when he’s trying to be hot and sexy with his dirty talk while he’s inches inside of you, but as long as you’re having a good time, then he doesn’t mind it much.

━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

╰₊✧ before you started dating, he never shaved a day of his life because he never felt the need to. it’s considerably darker than the hair on his head, although with the way he doesn’t use conditioner, the coarse texture isn’t much different, but once he started getting intimate with you, he’s been doing his best to upkeep his grooming habits and self-maintenance. 

━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?

╰₊✧ being romantic, especially verbally, will always be something he struggles with. he knows he loves you more than anything, and as surprised as he is about the fact, he knows you feel the same way towards him, yet he never knows how to show it and comes across as awkward most of the time, sometimes accidentally treating you more as a best friend rather than a lover. still, you don’t mind doing most of the romance yourself, especially when you see all the love he holds for you in his eyes and actions.

━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?

╰₊✧ he only does it when you aren’t around and he’s feeling particularly pent up, as if he would explode if he didn’t have a way to release those nerves, but he doesn’t really like doing it because he feels like it should be something you do together rather than alone. 

━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?

╰₊✧ being dominated - ryland’s used to having respect and authority that he feels like he shouldn’t have because of his education and occupation, which lead to him growing a dislike with the idea of having power over another, but when it’s you displaying control over him and his pleasure, he’s all for it. having you on top of him and telling him what to do is incredibly arousing to him, especially when you’re a little mean with it and barking out commands when he isn’t following them fast enough.

╰₊✧ dirty talk - while nothing that comes out of his mouth sounds smooth or sexy in the slightest sense because his delivery is too awkward, when he hears dirty words come from your mouth, he’s both amazed and horny. you make it sound so easy and natural, never missing a beat or stuttering a single syllable, and making him flustered with the filthy things you say so casually. he needs to be sat down with lessons on how to do it as you do, but you love his clumsy attempts far too much to have that changed.

╰₊✧ face-sitting - he gets off on the idea of you using him as a mere tool to get you off, grinding your pretty pussy on his face until you cum all over his face. he would gladly die from suffocation as long as he was underneath you, and he’s always grabbing your thighs and encouraging you to be a little rougher with him, never wanting to let you go until you’re trembling and can’t keep yourself upright anymore.

╰₊✧ lingerie - especially when you’re wearing it underneath your normal attire, it drives him up the wall knowing that you’re secretly wearing something so lewd and saving it for when you both get home. maybe he’’ll even pull you into some secluded corner to get the party started early because he can’t help himself…

╰₊✧ biting & marking - while it does slightly hurt and has him squirming like crazy in your grasp, seeing you be possessive over him and wanting to mark him up so that the entire world knows that he’s taken has him feeling feverish. every time he sees all the purple hickies and red bite marks you left scattered all over his pale skin from his neck to his upper chest makes him sigh dreamily, and even though he has to cover it up for most of the day, the knowledge of it alone drives him insane.

━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?

╰₊✧ personally, he prefers to do it in the privacy of your own home, but if you’re in the mood and feeling needy for him, then anywhere behind a locked door will work for him because who is he to deny his girl of anything she wanted?

━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what turns them on?

╰₊✧ it’s the subtle desire you show for him that gets him going, like when you tease him in front of others and show a little flash of cleavage or your upper thighs when no one is looking, just enough to get his imagination running with blood pumping through his veins. there’s nothing more arousing to him than knowing how much you want him and that you’re reciprocating the feelings he has for you, and you think it’s one of the most adorable things ever. 

━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t want to hurt you or be hurt. shout out to the people who like to mix pain with pleasure, both physically and verbally, but he isn’t one of them, and frankly, if you make a suggestion of it or ask him if you two can try it out, he will be slightly afraid and politely decline. he also doesn’t like the idea of sharing or threesomes because he’s still a little insecure of himself and would feel intensely envious, and even if the focus were on him, he wouldn’t feel any desire for the other person when he only has love for you. 

━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?

╰₊✧ when giving, he gets off on it just as much as you are, being messy with your juices smeared all over his lower face as he eagerly licks up every last drop like you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. it seems like there’s no rhyme and reason behind his movements, as he’s just licking you all over until he finds the sweet spot that has you gushing, but he takes a surprisingly technical and thoughtful approach to it, knowing exactly what makes you tick and what makes you moan.

╰₊✧ when receiving, he tries to keep his cool and act all sexy, but he fails spectacularly and turns into a moaning mess who can’t control his hips from bucking into your mouth. he doesn’t want to pull at your hair or push your head because he doesn’t want to make the experience uncomfortable for you, so he often ends up running his hands through his own hair or gripping onto whatever the nearest surface is, and he’s so damn pretty with droplets of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his eyes scrunched tight while he’s making the prettiest noises, it isn’t too uncommon for you to be too busy staring at him to remember the task at hand. 

━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

╰₊✧ he takes whatever feels the most natural to him and usually keeps in between, finding that he’ll stumble whenever he goes too fast and gets impatient whenever he goes too slow, but if you tell him which one you prefer in the moment, then he’ll gladly do as you please. 

━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?)

╰₊✧ oh, he loves them during busy days. there are plenty of instances when he doesn’t have time in between grading projects, writing his own research paper, or working an extra part-time job to do things properly, so he’s glad to indulge in a quick session where you both can release some pent-up stress and get back to work without thinking about getting off. once all the work is done, however, then all he wants to do is pull you back to bed and finish what was started because the little taste he had earlier to get the edge off simply isn’t enough. 

━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?

╰₊✧ as a scientist, experiment is one of his favorite words, but when it comes to the bedroom, he might be a little more hesitant depending on what it is. stuff like light bondage, temperature play, or roleplay are appealing and on the table for him, but more intense bdsm makes him nervous to perform on you, even if you ask him. however, if you wanted to do something like chaining him up and making him beg while he crawls on the floor like a dog… he wouldn’t be too opposed to it…

━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?

╰₊✧ before he started working out, he could only do about one or two rounds before being absolutely exhausted, and he would almost always finish before you did, and was extremely embarrassed about it while you were promising him it was perfectly alright. now, he can go for a good three to four rounds, and he could resist his orgasm until both of you could do it together like how they did it in erotic romance novels, which he’s fairly proud of. 

━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t own a single one, but he isn’t opposed to bringing them into the bedroom, you just have to show him how to use them, although he probably got startled when one of them started vibrating, even though he was fully expecting it. while he’s open to using them and has done so plenty of times after they were introduced, he prefers to do things the old-fashioned way.

━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?

╰₊✧ he’s tried his hand at being a tease, but it just isn’t for him because he isn’t immune to puppy eyes or pouts, and he always gives in and gives you everything you want plus more. on the other hand, he’s always a victim of your teasing and edging, and that’s exactly where he wants to be, begging and almost crying for more with his desire burning in the best way possible.

━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?

╰₊✧ yes, the rumors are true, ryland grace whimpers, and he makes some of the prettiest noises you’ve ever heard to the point that you aren’t completely unconvinced that he wasn’t a pornstar at some point. he used to try to be all sexy with deep groans and grunts, but he’s so needy and pathetic that he always ends up moaning and whining for more, always begging you to touch him more and to give him what he wants.

━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?

╰₊✧ he’s so awkward the first couple of times you have sex that he cannot stop running his mouth for the life of him, a nervous habit that sticks with him both outside and inside the bedroom. for the first couple of minutes, it’s incredibly hot to hear him senselessly ramble about how amazing you feel, how beautiful you look, and asking if he’s doing a good job for you, but it quickly goes off the rails when he falls off topic. it’s surprising how he can go from how gorgeous the lingerie you’re wearing is to the way silk is made to somehow bring it all back to molecular biology, but it’s so damn endearing that you’re willing to let it slide.

━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?

╰₊✧ something something tall nerdy white guy with glasses something something, his cock doesn’t exactly swing like a grandfather cock, but it’s a good six inches and blushes just as much as his face does, and he’s very sensitive on the underside.

━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?

╰₊✧ before he formed romantic feelings for you and after he stopped going through puberty, he almost never really felt horny and mainly used jerking off as a form of stress relief. once he started crushing on you and moving into a relationship, it was like he was a teenage boy all over again with how much he wanted you. he’s more well-behaved now, but when you were still in the honeymoon stage, he was practically insatiable once he got his first taste.

━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?

╰₊✧ he’s pretty sleep-deprived because those damn students never give him a break during the day, and when he’s on his break, he’s writing his own research papers for the pure fun of it. once everything is done, and you’re both settled in for the night, he’s out like a light and probably falls asleep before you do. even if he’s on his own side of the bed and there’s a decent amount of space in between the two of you, he always wiggles his way over to you and suffocates you in an embrace, both arms and legs wrapped tightly around your body to the point that you have to kick the blanket off because it was too hot.

in the pilot’s seat on the hail mary either during the trip or on earth during the final touches

“f-fuck dr. grace”

you’re bouncing up and down in his lap, his pretty cock splitting you open just right. his hands are gripping onto your hips like he’s worried you’re going to float away.

his head is thrown back and he can’t stop groaning your name.

you’re moving your hips now, rolling them as you slow down to tease him.

he can’t take it anymore! you’re antagonizing him.

he’s pleading and begging you to go faster again, his arms flexing to lift you up and slam into you.

now he’s just holding you there, slightly above his lap as his hips slam up into you. his balls slapping your skin as he buries himself into you to the very hilt.

you’ve pushed him to the brink!!!!

“yeah? you gonna take what i give you?” he asks, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it, his throat raw from groaning.

you nod fervently, mouth open and eyes squeezed closed.

“good girl. now do it right.”

you’re stunned. he’s never so commandeering in bed, he must be taking notes.

he brings you back down onto his lap and you resume bouncing on it, babbling nonsense while he watches with half-lidded eyes and leans up to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

or riding him in his desk chair at school after hours

you went back to his classroom with him to pick up some papers he left behind. it’s a friday night and the school is deserted.

you’ve been here a dozen times, it almost feels like home.

he takes a seat in his desk chair and leans down to grab a stack of essays to grade from one of the drawers he stores them in.

you stride over, standing in front of his desk.

“mr. grace, you’re very handsome. is there a mrs. grace?”

he rolls his eyes, “why yes, there is a mrs. grace.”

you inch closer, bending over his desk to pinch his cheek.

“that’s too bad. i was hoping i could get some extra credit,” you purr, grabbing at his tie and pulling him closer to you.

“baby, we are in a classroom!” he huffs.

you shrug your shoulders.

“ryland, just play along. it’s 7pm on a friday for christ’s sake!”

“okay, okay.” he clears his throat dramatically.

“well, what kind of extra credit were you hoping for?” he asks, trying his best to be sexy and put his morals aside.

you smile, very pleased at his willingness to keep up your little game.

you stride around the desk, his tie still in your grip, and come to stand right between his legs.

“i was hoping for something like this.”

you sling your legs over his as you sit in his lap, already grinding your hips as your lips press against his neck.

you feel him heat up under your touch and his length starts to harden beneath you.

“yeah?” he whispers, “yeah, we could do this.”

his hands slide down to grip your ass and guide you as you roll your hips again.

soon enough you’re hiking up your dress and sliding his pants down so you can sink down onto him.

his feet are firmly planted on the ground as he starts to thrust up into you.

he starts to get real whiny, whimpering your name. mumbling about how he wants to make you feel so good.

“you are making me feel good ryland, you’re so good,” you praise, your hand coming around to grip his chin.

“i think you mean mr. dr. grace,” he mumbles out.

“right, right. you’re making me feel so good, mr. dr. grace. thank you for the extra credit!”

or maybe roomate!reader riding ry on the couch

and he can’t stop talking about how you should move to one of your bedrooms and how guests sit on this couch and how gross you all are for doing in the living room until you cannot take it anymore and you finally put your hand over his mouth to shut him up as you move harder and faster.

his eyes roll back in his head, thrusts getting sloppy, hands groping everything they can grab.

he loves being told what to do in bed (or on the couch…)

you peel your hand off of his mouth and replace it with your lips, sloppily kissing him, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth to nibble it gently.

you pull back and look down into his eyes— they’re barely open at this point.

“you’re so pretty when you’re quiet for me, ry.”

his eyes roll back again.

“you like when i tell you what to do? when i make you be quiet for me?”

he nods, a small whine slipping out of his mouth.

“you can keep making those sounds ry, sound so pretty when you’re fucked out.”

he gets louder, whining and moaning, but not daring to speak a single criticism regarding your choice of locale this time.

you tug on his hair, knowing he won’t last five more seconds if you pull it just right.

he shakes his head, not wanting this to end.

you nod yours, a knowing smirk forming on your lips.

you’re evil.

“go on, ryland. cum for me on our couch. don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone what we did on it.”

and that’s all it took

touch starved! ryland grace, whose behavior stems from his chronic loneliness and isolated lifestyle. he doesn’t have too much of anyone in his life who he’s close to, not family, not friends, not lovers, not even a pet, and he always falls asleep with his arms and legs tightly wrapped around a body pillow as if it were another person next to him. it’s pretty pathetic, and he knows it, but his heart has been yearning for the comfort and company for another for so long that he resorts to whatever he can to keep the edge off. one would think that he was referring to sex or drugs if he described it, but all he wanted to love and to be loved, expressing his affection through his primary love language of physical touch. 

touch starved! ryland grace, who used to always find himself lingering around you before the two of you were an item. his feelings for you hit him like a truck, sudden, all at once, borderline painful, and impossible to ignore, and when that’s mixed with his intense desire to grow closer to you, both in body and in spirit, then soon enough, he’s imagining that it’s you in place of the pillow he smothers every night. he would always worry that he was coming across as creepy or that you thought of him as a weirdo because of how he would always seek you out before anyone else in a room, loving the feeling of the warmth radiating off your body and the scent of your perfume, but thankfully you never seemed to give it second thought.

touch starved! ryland grace, whose attachment only got worse once you started going out, but he continued to keep his hands to himself unless you reached out first. the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, it was his worse nightmare, but once you casually started showing him affection, making the first move to initiate hand-holding, hugs, kisses, then cuddling on the couch, he knew was a complete goner. he melts into your touch like ice cream on a hot summer’s day, like putty in your hands, and you always giggle about how quickly he turns off his brain in your arms and allows you to trail your hands all over his body with zero resistance. if anything, he’s asking you for more, like he wants you to reach in and embrace his soul.

touch starved! ryland grace, whose first time with you might have unlocked a monster within him. he’s never done it with anyone else before, and he wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but feeling your pussy clench around his cock while you pressed your hands into his chest and rode him until the next day came was nothing like fucking his fist. the cuddling in bed that came once the aftercare was finished was even better to him, personally, like a reminder of how his feelings were actually reciprocated and everything that just happened wasn’t another one of his wet dreams.

touch starved! ryland grace, who can’t get you out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. all he can think about is holding you close to him, cuddling, fucking, cuddle-fucking, in all sorts of positions, and it’s seriously messing with his work ethic. he doesn’t want to sound like a pervert or come across as a sex addict, but perhaps he already is with the way you’ve ruined him, having him follow you at the heels like a dog and talk to you all desperately. maybe you’ve been teasing him on purpose and riling him up to get a reaction out of him just to watch him fall to his knees and whimper about how much he wants you, but where’s the fun in saying?

touch starved! ryland grace, who could never get enough of feeling your body against his, regardless if it’s sexual or just intimate, like the most addictive drug that calms him down and slows his system. it was like magic how the contact would even out his breathing and steady his heartrate, and cuddling with you would always make him feel like he was falling in love all over again. he’s clingy and overaffectionate, all traits that some would see as flaws, but you see as virtues that you’re more than glad to indulge in.  

You leaned in a little closer, the man in front of you having to re-adjust himself to see you properly instead of your body being cut out by the frames of his glasses. His mouth fell open as you dripped of ripe conspiracy, but he wasn’t sure if that’s what the actual intention was.

“Do you want me to help you relax a bit? We could have a small study break.” Ryland groaned and tossed his head back dramatically against the chair headrest, his eyelids resting shut. “Did you bring something with you to help out? You know alcohol isn’t permitted on… cam…pus…” 

Ryland could sense you moving in front of him and that’s what spurred him to open his eyes, gawking first at the sly smile on your face that made his stomach do a somersault.

There was a questioning look in his gaze caught only by the motion of your sinking to your knees. Your movements were fluid and graceful, he had to give it to you as you disappeared under his desk.

Ryland’s breath aggressively hitched in his throat as realization slammed into his mind. His heart? Oh god, he was going to have a heart attack, it was hammering so hard against his ribs, suddenly and uncaring of any damage done.

"Woah!!” The blonde almost kicked his feet out and straggled a bit in his chair, swiveling it out enough so he could look down at you.

“Timeout! What!!! What are you doing?” His voice was a squeaky mess, an octave higher than usual as you looked up at him, getting your body more adjusted in the tight space. “I’m under your desk.” You were biting your bottom lip, moving forward a bit to place your hands on his knees. There was no motion from you to get Ryland to shift and your touch was a gentle, reassuring pressure as it usually was. But, there was more to this and he felt himself short-circuiting as he raised his hips and re-adjusted in the chair.

As a result, his legs propped open just a bit more, giving your hungry eyes enough of a chance to see the evidence of the moment beginning to strain against the harder fabric of his jeans. A flush of severe heat crept up Ryland’s neck and exploded across his skin, splotching into uneven spots down the ‘v’ of his button down, along his chest. “Y-yeah, you are…But uh… (Name), what are you doing?” “Helping you relax.” Your voice was a muffled from under his desk as Ryland’s mind was trying to keep hold of the situation unfolding. 

His eyes widened a fraction as you tipped your body, angling a bit better on your knees so you could lean in, the warmth of your breath hitting his clothed hard-on along with the absolutely ludicrous sensation of your hands trailing up his thighs sending him straight into orbit.

Metaphorically of course. If he went into orbit, he’d explode. Which seemed like a favorable outcome. Maybe. Maybe not. He was trying to not think about any part of his body exploding!

This was not happening. This had to be a dream. Ryland swallowed but found that his mouth was drier than a desert. Your fingers pressed against the button of his jeans and sent a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He straggled in the chair, grasping the arms for a second before releasing. Whatever fumes his mind was running on before turned to straight, unadulterated anticipation and panic. And his body wasn’t going to discriminate between the two. They were one in the same. “Not here. This is my classroom, for Pete’s sake!”

“I know it is,” You traced the circular button under your touch slowly. “I’ve been in here quite a lot.”

Ryland felt your fingers fumble gracefully with the cool metal of the button, the soft metallic sound jarring and exciting in the room as it popped open, but also… Terrifying.

He instinctively grabbed your hand with his much larger one, a panicked gesture to pose against your relaxed attitude towards… Well… He looked you in the eye and you were unwavering in your stare back. Whatever the heck it was that you were doing. “Really, h-here?” He just wanted to make sure, his voice wavering and shaking around his words. “R-right now? I mean…” He puffed his cheeks out. “Are you insane?” Your lips parted as you looked up at him through a flush of eyelashes. Yeah, you were insane. And he was too. 

“The door is locked, right? You locked it? I heard a click, but that coulda been anything. Coulda been the A.C system kicking on--- Or a janitor!” A look of horror hit his face causing you to stifle a small laugh, “A very large, very intimidating janitor named Carl.” A small, amused sigh escaped your lips, the heat once again catapulting against him. “Ryland, breathe. I locked the door.”

That should have been reassuring. So, Ryland forced himself to take a deep, shuddering inhale, his hands coming to grip the arm rests once again, only this time, it was done with such intensity that his knuckles turned a shade of unnatural white. He exhaled and closed his eyes, but that wasn’t helping.

The man became acutely aware of everything. The sound of his own breathing was too loud, the frantic and stupidly desperate beating of his heart, the faint hum from his desk light and the feeling of your hand tracing the shape of his hard-on through the thick jean fabric. 

Dear Galileo Galilei. 

Ryland whimpered a bit, taking in more air than his lungs could handle and held it in. Hey! The pressure in his chest was a welcome distraction from the pressure building elsewhere.

Blue eyes squeezed shut, seeing constellations behind his eyelids as your touch wasn’t just trace anymore. It was a firm stroke, a confident exploration that made his hips twitch involuntarily into your grasp. 

Map them! Map them!!! Aquarius, Orion, URSA Major… He just needed something to ground himself from the unpredictable movements happening from under his desk. A strangled sound escaped his throat, half gasp, half moan. Ryland could feel the tension building as the rough denim dragged against him from your movement, a delicious, maddening friction that was both too much and not nearly enough. “Wait, wait, wait!!!” He babbled in a hushed whisper as if there was someone else in the room. “A-Are you sure? What if someone… Oh… Geez… What if the janitor! Carl.” Ryland raised his eyebrows at you, “Needs to empty the trash? What if he has a key? I bet he does. All janitors have keys, it’s like… In their job… descri…ption…”

“Relax, Ryland.” Your voice was calm but nothing about how he was feeling was calm!

He came to a slow stop as your touch moved to the waistband of his jeans, Ryland almost pressing his chin into his chest just to the best view he could. The very sight of your fingers, so sure and deliberate hooked into one of his belt loops sent him down another spiral staircase of unforbiddenness. 

You weren’t stopping. ALERT!!! You were not stopping!!!

With a painstakingly slow tug, you pulled the loop and used it as an anchor to draw him closer to the edge of the chair, his legs spreading perfectly to capture you between them. And from the smile on your face, Ryland knew you were right where you wanted to be. He exhaled a hard breath as your other hand came to join the party, tracing the cool metal of the zipper with a light touch that was somehow more tormenting to him than the previous.

You leaned in, the heat of your mouth so evident to his yearning skin as you pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the rough denim, right over the straining zipper. It was scorching, even through the layers of fabric and too overwhelming.

Ryland’s entire body went rigid above you, a choked gasp tearing from his throat, desperate and pleading without having to say a word. His hips shifted upwards again, trying to get some semblance of release from a game you were too good at playing. 

You repeated it again, this time with more force and left a kiss of saliva against the denim and with that, Ryland’s pupil stricken eyes watching your every move, all thought of janitors, job descriptions or being caught was utterly forgotten. Ryland gave one more cursory glance to his classroom, as if to beg for its forgiveness of what was about to happen in its sanctuary walls. The scuffed linoleum floor, the locked door, the periodic table poster taped to the wall. Forgive me for I have SINNED!!

With one more sinfully deep breath, this one a little more determined and steady, Ryland lifted his hips in a silent, clumsy and arrogantly eager invitation for you.

You met his gaze slowly, playfully and antagonistically triumphant that made his breath hitch a bit too hard in his dry throat. Worst to him than anything else was the way you let the moment hang by a thread, letting him squirm a bit in his own anticipation after you laid the groundwork, your fingers still hooked in the belt loop, other teasing at the zipper as you drew it down.

Ryland exhaled, the action enough to get him to move again, hips rising more. There was the desperate hope warring with the mystified panic behind his gaze and it was more potent at turning you on than a simple touch as you stared at each other. You moved again, Ryland could feel it on every surface of his being as you drifted your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. The taut muscles of his lower stomach clenched, the silky smooth hair of his happy trail kissed your knuckles as you began to pull downwards, the rough fabric dragging against his skin seemingly impossibly loud in the otherwise silent room.

You slid his pants and boxers down just enough in one smooth motion to watch the delicious way his cock exposed to the cool air and laid hard against his navel, hot and straining. You pulled back just enough to relish in your handiwork. Ryland was flushed, probably from head to toe, his hair a mess of blonde strands carelessly tossed about and his blue eyes wide with a mixture of shock that he was this exposed in his classroom and lust at the idea that this was actually happening. In his classroom. And it was like a box had lifted in his mind and revealed the dirtiest secret that he tried to keep hidden. 

He was breathing sharply, unevenly as a sensual smile slid across your face, your eyes half lidded as you leaned forward once again. He was completely and utterly at your mercy and the power dynamic was intoxicating. 

Ryland Grace was a man who lived by logic and reason in the clouds, and you had pushed him so far beyond that to the point where all he could do now was sit back and feel with his feet planted on the ground. And feel he did. Your gaze drifted down, past the hem of his rumbled shirt against his stomach to the hard proof of his desire to let this happen. 

The blonde was undeniably aroused; his cock laid proud against the pale skin of his stomach, the color pink and inviting for your mouth as it began to water in acute anticipation. A thick, pulsing vein ran along the underside, a roadmap for your tongue to indulge in. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. You grasped the thick base, his pubic hair tickling your fingers as you leaned in, closing the final inch of space.

Ryland stiffened the moment your mouth was on him. Sudden and sharp, like getting a shot in your arm accompanied by a soft and wet noise from your lips that made him gasp, his head falling back against the chair with a soft thud. Eyes fluttered shut without reserve, his mind going blissfully blank.

The lesson plans, the lab reports, the stress of the day all faded away and was replaced deliciously by the all consuming sensation of your heated mouth taking him in like a refuge. It was an exploratory pressure, letting Ryland feel the plush curve of your lips against the sensitive skin of the head. 

A hissing inhale was a reward from the teacher beneath your touch as he tossed his head from side to side minutely, trying to re-gain some traction and control but it was thrown out the window the moment he decided it was okay to do this in his classroom.

The prominent ridge on the underside of his cock got the utmost attention as your tongue danced along it, almost able to feel the frantic pulse of beating against your tastebuds, almost abusingly so. Swirling your tongue around the head, you sunk in further, raising your other hand to his hip as Ryland braced his feet against the ground to stop his chair from moving.

The clean, salty and unique taste of his pre-cum exploded onto your tongue as you selfishly lapped up the pearly bead of fluid that had gathered at the slit like it was the most intoxicating thing to ever be tasted. A hum left you as it dripped down your throat  mixed with your saliva and Ryland felt a roll of uncoiling pressure in his stomach. “Oh… goodness gracious…” He moaned softly, feeling the delectable way you hollowed out your cheeks as you went down his length, taking in more and setting a languid rhythm he could keep up with but was still designed to undo the blonde man piece by little piece. 

The sounds were… Your favorite part. They were low, guttural and completely unrestrained from Ryland, soft groans and choked off gasps that he couldn’t seem to hold back mixing with the disgustingly pretty sounds produced by your lips sliding on his cock. The muffled wetness, the jerking suction as you rose to the head again and slid down with another groan against his already overstimulated skin. 

“Y-You’re not playing fair. Th-there’s rules in my classroom, (Name).” The words were ragged and hard in the air. 

Ryland let his eyes slide open long enough to look down at you working. Big mistake. Irises met for only a second before his attention turned to the way your lips were wrapped around him and how he could feel your teeth lightly coming out to scrape. Not to hurt, but to please and send him into existential overdrive. 

He jolted and fought his body’s desire to jump out of the chair. You only hummed in response, increasing the tempo playfully for a split second before decreasing and going painstakingly slow as you went back down, feeling the heady organ twitch against your tongue.

And… Ryland was staring. So what? Wasn’t a man allowed to stare at his partner when he got head in the middle of his flippin’ classroom? The cute blonde whimpered and drew his bottom lip in, your eyes entrapped by that action. 

He tossed his head back and groaned as the motions from you were accompanied by the sensation of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, just enough for him to raise his hips a few centimeters and to earn a very tasty sounding gag. “Fuuuuuuuudge nuggets, that’s gotta be illegal in at least 12 states…” You did it again, repeating the process and intentionally gagging yourself, a very messy and intentional act that made Ryland’s entire body seize up. “Ohhhh boy… Definitely illegal in this classroom.” 

He joked breathlessly as you looked up at him with your mouth still full, eyes sparking with wicked amusement. The very sight of it, your lips stretched around him, your eyes crinkling with a smile that was both innocent and full of sensual malice. That was almost enough to undo him right then and there. A straggled laugh mixed with a moan hit the air, his head falling back against the chair again, “Y-you’re such a menace. A complete and…” You sucked harder, derailing his train of thought for just a moment and eliciting a deep groan from the blonde. “Gosh darn… Menace to society…”

The hard suctioning of your pretty mouth was counteracted by gentleness as you trailed your hand from his hipbone down to his thick thigh and rubbed his muscles through the jeans that were still disappointingly dragged down only enough to get his hard-on and balls exposed. He wanted more. He wanted to feel your fingernails against his skin, bare, but the sound of them sliding against the denim was a good second. You were taking him deeper now, your hand stroking in perfect time with your mouth as the one against his thigh trailed up, not enough to captivate all of Ryland’s senses at first until you gently cupped his balls. The reaction was instantaneous. His whole body went ridgid, a moan getting caught in his throat as he bucked his hips wildly in one hard, involuntary primal thrust upwards. The gag that followed from your throat was disgusting in any other format but this one as you rolled his balls in your palm, applying a soft yet firm pressure. “Okay… Ah!”

Ryland’s jaw twitched, the muscle settling into place as he was trying to keep himself from bursting at the seams. “Ohhh… Y-you’re going to be the d-death of me.”

You watched with wide, curious eyes as his hands flew from their safe spot slash death grip on the arm rest, not to push you away, but to tangle his long fingers desperately in your hair. That caused a small flush of warmth to run down your spine as he was attempting to garner some control over your movements, but it was failing. Ryland was unable to guide you, instead, he just proceeded to focus on not ripping your hair out and letting you bob with more confidence. Emboldened now by the scientist’s reactions, you decided to push him a little further. Your own little experiment, if you will. Your hand, which had gently been cradling his heavy balls shifted so you could use your thumb to trace the sensitive seam where his balls met his body and proceeded to trace a maddeningly slow circular motion that made his breath become painful. “P-please…” His voice felt hoarse. “Please don-don’t you dare stop now…”

The weight of them in your hand was driving you to the very edge of what your mind was able to handle, testing their capability before you decided to roll one testicle between your thumb and forefinger. Ryland wailed, the mess he’d made with his hand in your hair tightening and you enjoyed the burning sensation it was giving against your scalp as you turned your hands attention to the other testicle, giving it the same treatment, at the same time hollowing your cheeks again and intentionally suctioned harder than before, putting more attention towards the head of his swollen cock than anywhere else. “Bahhhhh okay. Ahhh!” Ryland yelped pathetically for it to die in the sterile air of his classroom. He was babbling incoherently now, his words dissolving into a series of broken moans and staggering words, “I.. ah.. Mmmmmmfffuuuu… I’m gonna…” He chomped on his bottom lip as his body grew taut underneath you, the tightening of his ball sac evident in your grasp and the almost pulsating nature of his cock a delectation in your mouth. 

And you didn't let up despite Ryland’s body sending him into a near cardiac arrest situation. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs as your eyes met his through your eyelashes again, the visual of you anchoring him to the chair was too much for him to comprehend as his vision went a little blurry around the edges. 

Whatever gentle pressure you had on his sac was released but immediately replaced as you hand only readjusted to cup them with the flat of your palm and rolled them in a relentless and possessive fashion. Your other hand that had been used to hold the base of his cock was abandoned in favor of pressing against his lower abdomen, right below his navel and holding him down as Ryland’s wild hips were trying to jackhammer their way off the chair. It was a silent, dominant gesture that said let go, I’ve got you. 

The triple threat of sensations was his undoing. The overwhelming heat and suction of your mouth around his cock, the hard press of your hand against his stomach and the firm, domineering massage of his balls lead to his entire body arching in a perfectly tense bow, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he unloaded straight into your mouth with a very aggressive attempt at moving his hips forward. The intent was to breed, even if it was just for show. 

You could feel a bit of it slide down the corner of your mouth as you milked him through it, moans leaving your mouth and vibrating against him as you enjoyed the frantic pulse of his orgasm, exploding the rich, salty and yummy taste on your tongue without a second thought. You met his eyes once again, letting him know without a doubt that his cum was trickling down your throat in a hefty sum, something that Ryland watched with baited and hazed amusement, your neck muscles convulsing just enough for him to gawk at as you swallowed. Your motions got slower, Ryland’s breathing an absolute mess above you as the tense nature of his bones dwindled to a limp, boneless mass slumped over you, still holding onto your hair, keeping you in place under his desk. For a long moment suspended in time, the only sound in the classroom was the ragged and uneven panting of a man who had just ran a marathon and lost. The lack of disconnect was nice, your mouth still gently holding on, bobbing more languidly, your hands still caressing the points of his body that felt like they should no longer exist. 

Pulling away was harder than you wanted to admit, missing the sensation as you did but staying long enough to give his cock a few more licks, like a lollipop, still boasting the taste of his cum that you wanted to clean up entirely. Ryland pushed some of your hair back, his minor attempt at an apology for grabbing it so hard in the first place and allowed himself a moment to watch you clean up his unraveling. You took your time, he noticed with a soft huff, his breathing still hard and unpatterned, his thighs felt numb under the overbearing denim and his feet were so hard against the floor they should have sunken in due to friction. It was almost like you were worshiping him, the way that your flattened tongue moved against the underside of his semi-hard cock, licking a broad stripe from the base near his balls to the tip to gather what little of his release remained. You felt him shudder under you, the taut muscles in his stomach shifting and shivering that was less about arousal and more about the almost painful sensitivity of his post-orgasmic state. Ryland’s fingers, still tucked in your hair, tightened for a brief second before loosening again, a silent plea that was both a protest and an encouragement.  With a final, soft kiss to his now flaccid head, you began the ever endearing task of putting him back together. 

Ryland helped as much as he could as you gently tuck his softened cock back into his boxers, his hips raising just enough for you to pull the soft fabric of his boxers against his sensitive skin. Then, you carefully pulled the stiffer fabric of his jeans back up his hips, the denim such a stark contrast to what had just commenced.

A soft and intimate moment in his classroom. You zipped up his pants, buttoned his fly with a gentle smile sent his way. Nothing was said between the two of you, Ryland was pretty sure words would not come out right so he just… Watched. Your movements were quiet, very you and very much an act of care that felt more close than anything you’d done before. 

You were silently telling him that it wasn’t just a fleeting moment of irrational sexual release guised under his frustration at grading papers, but something more, something… Real.

The science teacher heard the soft rustle of your clothes as he pushed back in his chair enough to let you out. You emerged a disheveled and accomplished mess, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips that he stared at for a moment too long, as if having to remember that those lips just sent him to the moon and back. You looked down at him as you leaned against the edge of his desk, crossing your arms. 

His head was still slightly thrown back against his chair, thighs spread as if beckoning you back in. His eyes were floating along yours, tired but not like they had been when you first came in to his classroom. His usually messy blonde hair was even more so, having thrashed it wildly against the headrest and causing it to stick up cutely in the back. There was a mottle of a blush along his face as if he hadn’t just attempted to shove his entire cock into your mouth and he was just a shy, reserved teacher with a crush on his fellow teacher. You let Ryland re-buffer as he shut his eyes, drawing in a few deep inhales and long exhales. His breathing had gotten better, just was still a bit jagged around the edges. He was a beautiful, glorious wreck and you had been the one to break him, a tiny bit of pride hit your chest. His eyes opened a moment later and found yours instantly. “Are you feeling more relaxed now?” You whispered playfully, licking your lips and still tasting him lingering. “I…” He tried to formulate words that were not combobulated. “Uh.. I think I… Wow..” You smiled shyly as Ryland moved a bit to wrap an arm around your waist and bring you to slot between his welcoming thighs. You rested a hand on his shoulder. “I think I forgot my own name for a second.”

You laughed, tilting your head back as you allowed him access to hold you. That made him smile in response, fingers trailing against the hem of your yellow hoodie. And for a split second, he wondered if there was anything under it.

“I think that was the idea, Ryland.” You teased, bringing your lips down and letting them ghost against his, Ryland tasting the salty nature of his ejaculation against them and the desire popped up in his mind again as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“Okay, so… Full disclosure. I have a stack of lab reports on the desk that totally just witnessed that monstrosity.” You giggled as he tugged at your waist, silently urging you to take in the idea of straddling him. “I should be grading them.” You nodded in faux agreement as the hands on your side moved to cup the fleshy bit of your body right under your ass which caused such a stir when paired with the look in Ryland’s eyes. Earnest and innocent, and it made your chest tighten uncomfortably and the pool of heat rose a bit in your stomach as your hands trailed from his shoulders to the mess of mused blonde hair. 

“But uh…” He sucked a breath in through his teeth, “You did so well helping me relax. I mean, exceptionally well. I’m pretty sure I died and came back to life.” He gave you a lopsided smile. Charming as always, but there was something darker under the surface that you were starting to obsess about. 

“A-Plus, gold star, this is going on the fridge kind of grade. And I… Well… I wa-want to do the same for you. Make you forget about the lesson plans for Monday.” He spotted a glance at the flash drive sitting next to the lab reports on his desk. “In fact I think… It’s my professional responsibility as your colleague and boyfriend to ensure you’re not… overworked like I was… It’s a matter of… Academic wellness.” He offered. A smile rose against your face as the meaning of his words clicked like a puzzle. You shuffled in, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips that made Ryland’s eyes flutter shut. “We can’t have poor academic wellness, now can we?” You murmured against his mouth, the teacher eating your words without hesitation. “That sounds serious.” Ryland nodded with a cute pout of agreement. “Oh yeah, very serious.”

His fingers pressed into the fabric of your thighs with a new found confidence. Without even thinking, you swung your leg over his lap and settled onto his thigh with a soft sigh at the friction it bore for you between your legs. Immediately, Ryland’s hands roamed upwards, tracing the curve of your spine and making the shape of your body as if committing it to his memory bank. “And uhh…” He looked behind you at his desk. Specifically, the space where you had been tucked in just minutes before. “I think the bottom of my desk just saw more action than it has in years. Seems only fair if we give the top a turn, right?” A giggle escaped your lips at the sensation of Ryland’s palm flat against the small of your back, under your hoodie. The touch was full of a promise as you shifted and almost grinded against his thigh. “Right…” You whispered.

A soft smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a warmth that made your heart do that little flutter. Ryland didn't make a joke, instead, he just leaned his and rested his forehead against yours. “Good. Just give me one more minute. I’m still collecting pieces of my soul you sucked out.”

You moved a hand from the back of his head to his jaw, your thumb lightly stroking the warm, flushed and prickly skin under his beard as he gave you a sleepy-ish cheeky grin. “I was just trying to help you relax.” “Mission accomplished, you menace.” Ryland joked, tilting his head enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It could have been hungry or demanding, but it was sweet as could be, a kiss that said thank you and I adore you all at once. He pulled back, gaze full of mesmerization that was reserved for intimate moments with you. “I uh… think all those soul crushing pieces are collected. You ready?” You nodded slowly, feeling Ryland leave you with a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth as he shifted his weight, his large hands moving to support you as he helped you slide off his lap and onto your more unstable feet. 

His own body followed closely behind, your eyes dipping to where your mouth had been previously before trailing up his length to his mouth. You let him move you, your lower back colliding with the edge of the desk softly, Ryland bracing his hands on the desk on either side of your body, effectively caging you in. Despite the motion being possessive, you could see the flicker of adoration and love in his dark blue eyes as Ryland leaned in, capturing your lips in another slow, sweet kiss. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your eyelids fluttered shut, body melting against him as Ryland took a step closer and closed what little gap there was left. 

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, fingers tangling into the smooth hair at the nape and urged him in. There was the steady, reassuring beat of his heart as your chests crushed together, something that grounded you but sent you sky-high simultaneously. Ryland was right. You thought to yourself, the kiss deepening and his tongue tracing at the seam of your lips. You did need to relax. You had been so focused on him, on his pleasure that you hadn’t realized how tense you were and how dripping wet you were feeling from the inside out. It hit you like a train going full speed - hope much you needed this, needed him. So, your mouth opened for him, a moan escaping at the same time as his tongue exploded into your territory, meeting yours immediately, but there was no true sense of urgency as Ryland lifted you up just a bit to get you to sit on the edge of the desk, your legs casing around the narrowing of his hips. His fingers left the reserve of the oak and moved to trace the hem of your hoodie in the back, his touch light and teasing and full of heady intent that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “Ryland, I…” “Shhh…” He murmured, his open mouth dropping and trailing down your jaw, teeth nipping once they met your pulse point. His hot lips continued their journey down your neck, his tongue now trailing a sliver of saliva in its wake as a wet path was laid along your jugular. The scorching heat was pooling again in your stomach, a controlled burn that was building with every touch Ryland was giving you. 

“Just… relax and let me take care of you.”

PDA and overt displays of affection are pretty minimal on the Hail Mary, just because I think Ryland is easily flustered and he doesn’t want to be interrupted by Rocky (he can hear through walls, after all)

Like you guys touch —you’ve kissed and held hands and all that. It’s just watered down

So when you guys finally hit a break through on the Astrophage collection, he’s so entirely thrown off by your sudden excitement and touching

“You did it!” You exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him

He immediately hugs you back, instinctively and naturally, with his own bright smile as he corrects you. “We did it!”

When you pull back to look up at him, you are just so overwhelmed with happiness and excitement that you start kissing him all over

His cheeks, his lips, his nose —anywhere you can reach, you’re kissing

And this man. This sweet, awkward man —he turns beet red. But he doesn’t stop you!

Absolutely not. Rylan Grace is a touch starved man and right now, you are beaming with joy and pride and love and he cannot bring himself to stop you

Rocky doesn’t even say anything at first, more just observing human mating behavior

From then on, you’re a little more open about your PDA simply because you can tell he really does want to be touched and praised and loved on so badly

Praise this man for anything and he’s going to be putty in your hands (cough praise kink cough)

You constantly him that you love him and you’re proud of him and that you know he’s brave and he melts into you

When you’re more in a more private space (behind closed door), he’s such a little spoon and that’s so fine

You wrap him up in your arms and press kisses wherever you can reach and you hold him and whisper soft things to him

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room, illuminating Ryland Grace's tousled hair as he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. His eyes, wide and pleading like a lost puppy's, locked onto you, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

You'd come home from a long day, and there he was, waiting just as you'd instructed him over text earlier—eager, ready to do anything for you. "Please, I've been thinking about you all day" he whined, voice shakey and needy, shifting on his knees until his cheek pressed against your thigh when you sat on the edge of the mattress.

You ran your fingers through his hair, gripping a fistful and tugging lightly to make him look up. "Show me how much you missed me, Ry" His breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he nuzzled into your leg, nose brushing the fabric of your pants. The scent of you—musky from the day's sweat, mingled with your warm perfume—drove him wild. He inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut, a low moan rumbling in his throat. "You smell so good...so so good. Let me closer? Please?"

With a smirk, you stood, unbuttoning your pants and letting them slide down your legs. Ryland's gaze followed hungrily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You stepped out of the clothes, now in just your shirt and panties, and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of the latter.

"Beg for it." He did, immediately, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, let me smell you. I need it—your scent on me. I'll be so good, I promise." His hands pawed at your calves, puppy-like scratches that made you chuckle.

You peeled off your panties slowly, the damp fabric clinging before you dangled them in front of his face. Ryland lunged forward, burying his nose into the crotch, inhaling sharply. "Fuck, yes... you smell amazing. Wet for me already?" He groaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls, his body trembling as he rubbed the panties against his cheek like a cherished toy. You watched him, heat building between your thighs at his unabashed devotion.

"Take off your clothes, Darling. On the bed." He scrambled to obey, stripping shirt and pants in a frenzy, his cock springing free—painfully hard, leaking pre-cum onto the edge of the bed. You climbed up after him, pushing him onto his back with a firm hand on his chest.

"Stay." He nodded frantically, whining as you straddled his waist, your bare cunt hovering just above his straining erection—but you didn't touch him. Not yet.

But you wanted more control. Sliding up his body, you positioned yourself over his face, knees bracketing his head. "Open, You're going to eat me out until I say stop." His hands gripped your thighs, but you slapped them away lightly to remind him of his place. The sharp smack made him gasp, a mix of surprise and arousal, his cock jerking upward. "Sorry! Please, let me taste you. I'll lick so good—begging you."

You lowered yourself onto his mouth, grinding down as his tongue shot out immediately, lapping at your folds with sloppy, desperate strokes.

Ryland was noisy from the start—moans muffled against your pussy, whines vibrating through your clit as he sucked it between his lips. "Tastes so fucking good" he mumbled between licks, nose bumping your clit, inhaling your arousal like it was oxygen. You rocked your hips, riding his face, hands braced on the headboard for leverage.

He begged into you, words garbled but insistent. "More... please, grind harder. I need you to cum..!" You obliged, circling your hips faster, your juices coating his chin and cheeks.

To encourage him, you reached back and delivered a light swat to his inner thigh, close enough to his balls to make him buck. He cried out, the sound turning into a throaty groan as he redoubled his efforts, tongue plunging inside you, fucking you with it while his nose stimulated your clit.

Ryland's puppy behaviors amped up—his hips humped the air uselessly, seeking friction that wasn't there, whines turning into full-throated pleas. "Gonna cum... please touch me?"

You ignored his begging, focusing on the building pressure in your core, his nose rubbing your sensitive spots with every inhale of your scent. The room filled with wet slurps and his constant vocalizations—moans, gasps, desperate 'please's that made your stomach flip.

You slapped his thigh again, harder this time, the red mark blooming on his skin. He yelped into your pussy, the vibration pushing you closer. "Quiet, pup, or I'll stop." But he couldn't—another whine escaped as his tongue flicked your clit relentlessly. His cock, untouched and throbbing, leaked steadily, the tip flushed dark. You ground down harder, chasing your release, and felt him tense beneath you.

Without warning, Ryland's body arched, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot from him, splattering his stomach and chest, untouched by anything but the air and his own desperation. He came hard, hips jerking, tongue never stopping its worship of your pussy even as waves of pleasure wracked him. The sight, the feel of his noisy ecstasy—blew you over. Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head, pussy clenching as you flooded his mouth with your release.

You rode out the aftershocks, grinding until he lapped every drop, his whines softening to contented hums.

Finally, you lifted off, turning to see the mess he'd made of himself. Ryland looked up at you with adoring, hazy eyes, panting like a puppy after playtime.

"Did I do good...?" You leaned down, kissing him sweetly, tasting yourself on his lips. "Perfect, Ry. Let's go take a bath.."

"You did it," you breathe as your gaze flits through the microscope optics, focused on what had been a small black blob the last time you had swung by the laboratory. Your husband, the scientist, sits at a lab bench nearby.

Ryland is watching you carefully, his glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his nose. He's leaned up against the bench, surrounded by empty flasks and sealed bottles of solvent. His right hand slides from carding through his mussed blonde locks to tiredly propping up his head.

A dopey grin spreads on his face as he watches amazement twinkle in your eyes. You are almost vibrating across the bench from him - your excitement is evident as you whip around to face him, repeating louder, "You did it!"

Ryland's smile grows as a light chuckle falls from his pretty mouth, his eyes partially glazed over with happy exhaustion. He shrugs nonchalantly as he swallows thickly, then he coughs out, "I certainly did something."

You spin away from the microscope, standing up in a rush to leave the swivel chair reeling as you duck around the edge of the lab table. You make your way over to the blonde, blinking at him, still dazed as you echo, "You did it."

He smiles tenderly up at you, his palm sliding to cup his cheek as his half-lidded blue gaze flits over your face, and then he nods silently. You come to a pause next to him, your hands flying up from your sides to grab hold of his jaw as you tug him closer to you.

The blonde-haired scientist squeaks as you pull him upright, and then almost out of the chair, the hand that had been resting on his face now slamming onto the top of the table. Now, the surprise is on his face as one of your hands slides down his cheek to his collar.

There, your hand grabs the tie neatly tucked around his neck, and you yank him forward until your mouth is crashing against his. He almost resists for a second, unsure of what to do with himself. Eventually, he softens against the familiarity of your mouth and kisses you back.

His lips are warm and soft as they begin to slot over yours, moving in time with your mouth like a well-oiled machine. You can feel his apprehensiveness start to fade away, his hands soon coming up to rest on your waist. Even after being married for 2 years, Ryland was still bashful about affection. But Ryland is gentle as his fingers dip into the curves of your hips, finding their signature place at the bottom of your spine.

An inaudible whine crawls up your throat as Ryland rubs soft circles on your back, his nose brushing yours sweetly as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your grip on his tie loosens as the taste of his mint gum spreads across your taste buds. It's so simply Ryland that you can't help but crave more.

He pulls back for a split second, panting as his warm breath fans across your face, "Sweetheart, there are cameras watching us because of the-" "Let them," you whisper as you close the minuscule gap to capture his mouth again in a hungry kiss.

You feel him tense up under your touch, and then you hastily pull back to exasperatedly mumble against his mouth, "They can spare you a half hour of footage." Drawing back a little further, you nuzzle your nose against his as your eyes drop to half-lidded, and then you giggle, "It's the least they can do for your discovery."

Ryland's gaze darkens as he picks up the implication of your words, and then he's turning away from you to grab the radio on the desk he had been propped up against.

He clears his throat as he grabs the transmitter, and bringing it up to his mouth, orders, "Cut the cameras for the next half hour. We don't need to drain the batteries for no reason while I write up my notes."

Ryland holds your gaze as he speaks into the radio, and you feel butterflies flutter low in your stomach as he pulls the equipment away from his mouth. A moment later, you hear one of the tech room's engineers reply, "Copy that, Dr. Grace."

Your bottom lip finds itself caught between your teeth, a satisfied grin curling on the corner of your mouth. Ryland twists to set the walkie-talkie down, and then he's facing you again, an unsure but hungry look in his eye.

"I believe you deserve a prize for your accomplishment, Dr. Grace," you murmur as you lean into the blonde-haired scientist, your voice playful. A smile grows on Ryland's face as he tugs you close to him again, and he hums out, "Oh yeah, Mrs. Grace?"

You bump your forehead against his as your hand travels from his chest down the front of his shirt, your gaze following your movements as you whisper, "You deserve a lot, doctor."

Ryland's breathing grows heavier as you lean forward, your hand sliding from his abdomen to the buckle of his dress pants. Your lips brush over his as you mumble, "You are incredible in more ways than one."

At that, Ryland leans forward to close the gap between you, his mouth crashing hungrily against yours as his hands slide from your waist down the curve of your ass. You can't help the moan that curls up your throat at the touch, your fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

Unknowingly, Ryland grinds his hips upwards into your touch, shifting on his lab stool until he sits at the edge of it. Your fingers catch on the buckle before shakily releasing it, your other hand moving from cupping his cheek to sliding through his already messy locks.

Your fingers tangle with the long tresses at the base of his neck, his skin pleasantly warm under your touch. As smoothly as you can, you finish undoing his belt as you let him guide the kiss, his stubble brushing against your cheeks and chin.

He draws back for a split second and rushes, "Honey, you don't have to-" "You deserve it," you cut him off gently before you pull back fully, taking in the pink on his cheeks and the dazed look in his typically bright blue gaze.

Now, his baby blues are almost hidden by his blown-out pupils, his gaze half-lidded as he blinks at you. Ryland takes in the sureness of your smile, the determination to please him in your eyes. He can't stop you.

So he gives you a nod, and he rolls his stool back until it hits the edge of the lab bench. It's only a few inches back, but you take a step toward him before sinking to your knees. Slowly, you slide your hand from his hair down his chest, your digits fiddling with his belt now cupping the growing bulge in his pants.

Ryland can't help the raw groan that falls from his mouth at the softness of your touch, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, craving more friction. He almost begs you to do more, but you're already one step ahead of him.

Once you're settled onto your knees, your fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers, gently pulling his length free from its confines. Your mouth can't help but part in want as you take in curve of his dick, the tip of it flushed a pretty rose shade that matched the blush on his cheeks.

It's long and heavy in your hand, a bead of precum oozing from the tip, curling toward the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. Without hesitating, you lean forward, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip to get a taste of his arousal.

The taste of it makes you hum with satisfaction, and Ryland gasps through gritted teeth at the vibrations. His reaction makes a smirk tug on your lips; you still have that effect on him.

Steadily, you begin to lick up and down his length, holding the base of his dick in your palm, gently pumping it in your hand. Ryland can't help the way his right palm tightens it's grip on the lab bench, his left hand doing it's best to scrape your hair out of your face.

His touch is a little rough, something that always drives you a little insane from the usually reserved scientist. Not yet completely lost in your touch, Ryland haphazardly pushes a few racks of test tubes further away from the edge of the lab bench.

Then, when you finish the soft kitten licks up the length of his dick, you swirl his tip in your mouth one more time. "F-fuck," the curse falls from Ryland's mouth, the profanity a rare occurrence from the usually clean-lipped blonde. Satisfied with his reaction, you lean forward to take the rest of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and sucking.

"S-shit, sweetheart," he stutters out, his hips rolling forward in time to meet your head bobbing up and down on his length. The motion of his thrusts causes his dick to hammer at the back of your throat, and you can't help but gag slightly, drool spilling out the corner of your mouth.

It makes it hard to breathe, but you force yourself to relax your jaw, drawing more air in through your nose. Once you feel the slight panic subside, you glance up to try to catch Ryland's gaze, but his head has rolled back, his eyes clamped shut in bliss. His Adam's apple bobs deliciously as he pants and whines, trying to catch his breath as you increase your speed.

He can't control himself now - Ryland tightens his grip on your head to hold it still, pistoning himself in and out of your mouth. Your free hand grips onto his thigh to brace yourself, allowing him to fuck your face.

Ryland gasps above you as he chases toward his release, and you can feel his body grow tense as he rolls his hips faster yet. Your knees are starting to hurt from the concrete floor underneath them, and your throat feels raw from the way he's slamming into your face.

As best as you can, you slip your hand off the base of his dick to cup his balls, gently fondling them as a broken moan falls from Ryland's lips above you. He forgot about being quiet a long time ago.

Then, just when you think the stool is going to slide out from under his hips, you feel his body tighten up one more time, and then he cums. Hard.

Ryland hits his orgasm as he spills into your mouth, thick ropes of white cum shooting past your lips, combining with the saliva streaming down your chin. He moans out your name as he leans forward, forcing his eyes open to watch you slurp up every last drop.

The blonde-haired scientist can't help the twitch in his dick as you finish sucking him off, licking off any remnants of cum from his skin. Now growing soft and overstimulated, Ryland whines as you gently tuck him back into his boxers, then carefully button up his pants, and finish straightening up his clothes.

Before you can even get up off your knees, Ryland is once again tightening his grip on your hair, pulling you up to kiss him. You squeak as he crashes his mouth against yours, your husband groaning when he tastes his cum on your lips.

The kiss doesn't last very long, and as Ryland sits back a few inches on his lab stool, still panting, he mumbles, "That was a great reward, Mrs. Grace." You smile up at him as you feel heat flood your cheeks, and you giggle back, "Anytime, doctor."

a few weeks into the break up, you truthfully, begin to feel a little sexually frustrated. you don't recall having such a high sex drive before getting with sukuna, but he seems to have permanently altered your body, the way he used to pleasure you so good...

you gather some friends and head into a club, and try to forget about him.

at the club, you re-familiarise yourself with the smell of alcohol in the air, the music that hurts your eardrums, and the crowd of people all around you, wherever you went. it's been a while since you've been here, because you had been with sukuna for over two years now.

an hour or two passes, and you've gotten yourself fairly tipsy at the bar now.

you sync yourself up with the music, but a familiar figure catches your attention from the second floor of the club, afar. it's sukuna. but he's not looking at you.

he's standing with his ex-girlfriend - the one that had gotten hysterical with you after she'd found out about your relationship with him. your mood plummets, for some reason.

you're the one that broke up with him. it shouldn't matter what he's up to after that. liar. you told me you missed me. you try to ignore him, and continue drinking yourself drunk, the edges of your vision already swimming.

sukuna's at the club, only because a friend of his snitched on you and told him that you were out here somewhere. he didn't think he'd meet yorozu, out of everyone it could've been.

"hi, ryo. i heard you'd finally broken up with that girl?" she asks sweetly, standing as close to him as possible.

sukuna gives her a deadpan stare.

"broken up? says who?"

"well, everyone. don't tell me you're pathetically clinging onto her now? that's not like you."

"i'm not you. now get lost, i'm busy."

yorozu grabs his hand, stopping him from walking away.

"wait! i just wanna tell you..."

she continues talking, but his attention has already drifted elsewhere, as his eyes pan toward the crowd downstairs. now...where are you? when he does manage to find you in the crowd downstairs, he doesn't like what he sees. that's an understatement. he hates it.

you're swaying your hips with some other bastard, making out with him on the dance floor.

"damn- you're so fuckin' hot," the stranger chuckles against the shell of your ear, your arms around his neck.

"am i really?" you respond giggling, clearly intoxicated.

"yeah, you are... why don't you come home with me?"

"hmmm? sure, why not? 'm single now, anyway," you mumble, your feet now beginning to stumble. you're starting to miss him again.

"broke up with your boyfriend, did you? poor thing."

"i'll help you feel better." the man grins and helps you walk outside of the club.

on his way out however, he bumps into someone of a large frame. he's all tatted up, and his gaze is holding a mean glare as he stares down at him. he holds out his hand to him, like he's asking for something.

"hand her over, and i won't beat you to death."

oh. he must be the ex. that was enough for the man to quietly place your body into sukuna's arms and exit the club.

tch, he's as spineless as he looks.

sukuna handles your limp body with care, your breath pungent with the smell of alcohol. he's irritated to no end right now, and a vein is bulging from his forehead, but he safely carries you to his car.

outside, the man thinks he's clear of danger, and decides he's had enough for the night. but, someone's heavy arm comes down around his shoulders suddenly.

"hey. you're the one that played it too close with sukuna's girl? how unlucky of you," a man with a scar on his lip talks nonchalantly.

he gets dragged into a nearby alleyway.

"don't take it personally. i got paid to do this."

the man shrieks as he gets beaten to a pulp, just enough so it hurts like hell, but not enough to kill him. sukuna likes to keep his word.

meanwhile... you're taken to your own home. he found the keys to your house in your purse. sukuna tucks you into your own bed, and even dresses you into your own pajamas. and then...

he just leaves.

-

the next morning - you don't remember a thing. you're left feeling confused, wondering how you managed to get home and how you were even sober enough to get yourself dressed. the only thing you can recall is seeing sukuna with his ex, and then making out with some random guy on the dance floor. everything else is blacked out.

you ask your friends, but they were also too busy getting wasted to know what happened to you. but you feel fine physically, so you brush the incident off.

now the only thing bothering you... sukuna hasn't contacted you again ever since you witnessed him and yorozu talking. so he must've gone back to her. that makes you feel... irritated. upset. sad, even. even though you wanted to break things off first.

you slowly start getting back to your normal daily life again, although with a heavy heart. only change is, that you can't seem to find your birth control pills, wherever you last put them. you contemplate for a moment, wondering whether you should buy a new pack, but you end up shrugging it off, knowing that you won't really need them in the meantime anyway...

you're trying to get back into what life was like before you met sukuna. falling back into bad diet habits, staring at your phone, going back and forth between unblocking and blocking sukuna's number - wondering if he's texted you again in the meantime - but of course, there is nothing new.

he may have had his toxic traits, but you knew he loved you a lot... he cooked you wonderful meals and spoiled you with gifts and knew how to make you orgasm until you couldn't speak. and he was tender with you, even though he teased you a lot.

and now, you're back to using toys to satisfy yourself... it's always like this! you start thinking about him and your hand begins to wander down - you can only hope that you'll eventually lose these feelings soon.

you decide to head out and go on a shopping spree alone, to distract yourself from your thoughts and maybe lift your spirits up.

spending a lot of money for yourself always feels nice. you're buying a lot of cute clothes, accessories and food, jumping between shop to shop. the sun sets rather quickly, and by now, you're at your final stop, mulling over whether this expensive, but beautiful bracelet and necklace set is worth buying. your impulse gets the better of you and you ask for it to be packaged for you.

you reach for your wallet to pay with your card, but someone's familiar voice rings out beside you as he approaches.

"i'll pay for the set." sukuna already has his credit card out, and is handing it to the store clerk, using a tone that makes him difficult to question.

"...sukuna?" you say quizzically, his name slipping from your lips without thinking.

the clerk scans his card, and your items are already paid for.

"what are you doing here..." you ask him, with mixed feelings running around in the pit of your stomach.

"missed me?" he asks with a smirk, very naturally taking your multiple shopping bags from your hand. "i just happened to be in the area."

you're not sure if you believe him. just when you're about to ask him something again, he guides you out of the store with his hand on your shoulder.

"i thought you got back with your ex," you say, taking your bags back from his hand. "i'm sure she'll be upset if she sees you here with me."

"what? where did you get that nonsense from?" he seems genuinely confused.

"i saw you at the club, by coincidence. you were talking with her."

oh... he didn't realise you'd noticed him back there.

"oh, sweetheart... that was a coincidence. i wasn't planning on meeting her. did you really believe that i'd get back with that woman?"

you shouldn't be feeling relieved to such an extent... but your shoulders loosen up after hearing that.

"well... you stopped contacting me after i last saw you with her. of course i'd start believing it."

"oh? i thought you had my number blocked. were you anticipating my texts? you missed me, after all." sukuna leans in closer to you, smiling cockily.

you should have just kept your mouth shut...

"i'll take you home. you have a lot of luggage, no?" sukuna offers, taking your bags back from your hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you know you're supposed to decline here. but you let your feelings get the best of you... and end up letting him lead you to his car.

he was supposed to just quickly drop you off home.

"you have a lot of stuff. i'll help you carry it home," sukuna gave his excuse, with something more sly hiding in his eyes. you know exactly what he wants. but when he insists so strongly, you can't deny him. like the fool you are.

you unlock your door and he comes inside to put your bags down on the floor at the entrance. and as you had expected, he doesn't leave right away. instead, he looks down at you with a coy smile, while you return the gaze with a more standoffish one. the tension feels thick and heavy as neither of you speak for a moment.

"well? i'm sure you didn't let me in without knowing my intentions..." sukuna moves forward and closer to you, hands very naturally finding their way to your waist.

he leans down slowly and offers you a brief kiss, a very light and short one, like he's testing the waters. he scans your face for your response. your lips feel all tingly. and all he sees is that you're not pushing him away.

"we shouldn't..." you whisper, but your resolve is too weak. you can't tell him to go away, much less kick him out of your home.

"i know."

in truth, he doesn't really. why should he be separate from you? you belong to him. he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. and you just let it happen.

and, lord, he smells and tastes divine. there's a reason why you always forgave him despite his scummy behaviour when it came to using protection. though you ended up breaking him off, you wonder if it'll be different if you give him another chance.

he wastes no time in lifting you into his arms like you weigh nothing, and heads off to your bedroom, before you can change your mind. you comply, holding onto his strong embrace weakly, having missed this kind of treatment.

when you're laid onto your own bed, sukuna smirks again as he cages you between his arms.

"you're being so obedient. must've regretted breaking up with me-?"

pulling him in with a hand to the back of his neck, you shut him up with another demanding kiss, not letting him speak for long. sukuna groans as you slip your tongue into him, initiating something messier than what the both of you were doing before.

he's quick to unzip your skirt and side it off, along with your panties. in desperation, he doesn't take the time to fully get you naked and instead, pushes your shirt and bra up to fondle your jutting breasts. sukuna then peels his own jacket and shirt off.

"spread your legs for me, sweetheart. i'll spoil you tonight."

you part your legs slowly - and he sees that you're already glistening with slick. bringing his face down, he aims straight for your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around it entirely. your back arches as you gasp, the warm and wet feeling being so arousing like nothing else in this world.

you feel the tip of his tongue flicker up and down your clitoris in a mesmerising rhythm - knowing exactly what you want, and need to reach your orgasm. and the way he sucks on you with the correct amount of pressure, while making the lewdest noises, forcing your hips to stutter uncontrollably against his mouth, with the way it feels so mind numbing, is just too much in its own way.

you let your erotic moans ring out, because you know he loves it when you show him how good you're feeling - and your hands can't help but hold onto his hair from the intense pleasure, which he never seem to flinch from.

the first orgasm hits you like a truck, with the way you're left breathless and gasping for air as your legs reflexively try to close up - sukuna has to hold them apart with his strong grip as he continues tonguing you even as you're cumming, your cunt thrumming against his lips.

"o-ooh- fuck-! sukuna!" you plead, your blank gaze meeting the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, hips jolting without restraint.

when he does eventually show mercy and remove his mouth from your poor aching clit, you're already on the brink of sobbing, your legs down to your toes feeling all prickly from the overstimulation. your mind is in a haze.

so much so, that you didn't realise that he had bound your wrists to the bed frame until he was already done with it.

"wha- sukuna...? why're you tying me up-?" you question, still a little out of it from your last orgasm.

"shh, love. it's not like this is the first time...relax," sukuna comforts you, caressing your face. you can't help the small uneasiness from growing in your stomach. he suddenly gives your clit a light slap. it startles you a bit, and you gasp.

"you're so pretty. do you know that?"

you see your own reflection in his ringed eyes. your heart races, and you don't know if it's because you're flustered or terrified.

"i just wanna..."

his cock aches in his pants.

he never finishes his sentence. instead, he just offers you a soft, yet sloppy kiss.

sukuna frees his erection, and sighs in relief. it's all messy and leaky with precum. he lines it up against your wet and puckering cunt. you won't deny that you want it...

"sukuna... condom..." you remind him gently, getting slightly nervous from the way he's rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

"... 'm sorry sweetheart. i don't think i can do that."

he pushes his hips in one go, and you're left gasping from the sudden intrusion. you're immediately pushed into a mating press.

sukuna groans from how he immediately feels your wet walls sucking him in, your slick making his cock glisten as he thrusts in and out. he's missed this so, so much.

"fuck- sukuna! you can't- oh my g-god..." your hands tug at your bindings as you try and resist your moans from coming out of your throat, but the way his dick satisfies your cunt is otherworldly, his tip kissing your cervix, over and over again.

"that's it, baby... just enjoy yourself," he urges you on, getting breathless from his own fast pace, cock pulsating inside of you in excitement. god, you always drive him crazy.

still, in the back of your mind you still have a sliver of trust in this man. foolishly so. surely he'll pull out at the last second. surely he won't cum inside you in this situation. it's been a while since you stopped being on the pill.

your bed creaks from how roughly sukuna pounds your pussy, all while groaning with such shamelessness, only caring about the pleasure that is found from the warmth and wetness of your puckering hole.

"fuuck... fuck! to think you were gonna let some other bastard do this to you..." he growls under his breath, brows furrowing. you don't hear him. he remembers his original motive for all of this. to remind you who you truly belonged to.

"ooh-! sukuna! you're being too rough..." you whine, feeling the pressure of an incoming orgasm already building in your abdomen.

he only grips your hips harder, looking down at you with a toothy smile. his dick aches so badly. he's endured through so much patience just for this moment.

your mind goes blank as you forget about the fact that he's not wearing a condom, drool spilling out the side of your mouth from the pleasure you feel as his girthy dick drills in and out of you, a squelching noise happening everytime he sinks himself in. there's the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass. and also the friction from his pants, that he hasn't bothered to fully take off. the juices from your cunt has dampened them, but sukuna couldn't care less right now.

"sweetheart... my love... take- taking me s-so well..." sukuna groans, panting and words slurred. despite the deeply affectionate words, his hips move like an animal. you can't do anything but moan and cry.

sukuna feels himself getting high again. there's just something about you... god, he's so pussydrunk he can't even think properly. only the thought of breeding you is on his mind. make you his, completely. to see your belly get bigger from his seed... a powerful thrum goes to his cock and he shudders again.

he has to make it take, this time.

"i'm gonna cum," he tells you breathlessly, knowing you won't be able to stop him, this time around.

"sukuna!... wait," you protest, weakly tugging at your binds again, but you can't say anything more than that, as his lips come down onto yours, silencing you effectively. he tongue kisses you roughly, desperate and messy as you can feel his laboured breaths on you.

and the final thrust that he gives, where he pushes his dick in so deeply, tip meeting your cervix, sends you into another trembling orgasm. sukuna groans deeply against your mouth as he cums, hips stuttering against yours, eyes shut tightly as he savours you completely. you take your lips off of his, and try to say, "stop...! no- pull out," but he stops you with another kiss.

you sob, because it's over. but you're also sobbing because it feels so good.

sukuna's deep kiss trails down to the crook of your neck.

"you can't tell me to pull out... when your cunt is... seducing my cock like this..." he shivers between phrases, mumbling against your neck, mind all hazy from the way you pulse around him from your orgasm, milking his dick as spurt after spurt of his seed shoots straight into your womb.

you can't even say anything back to him - you're coming off your high as he empties his balls into you, letting out more than usual. you're done for.

"i hate you," you sob.

"i know you don't really mean that. you can't live without me," sukuna tells you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead afterwards.

"and the same applies to me. i'll never let anyone else have you."

he begins to litter kisses down again, until he reaches your chest, while his cock is still inside you. his soft lips caress your tits, and then he begins to lather his tongue around your stiffened nipples, making you feel good again, even through the tears.

the night is far from over.

sukuna becomes much more gentle and soft after the first time, opting for slower but deeper thrusts this time around, adding plenty of little kisses in between as well, "loving" you with everything he has. you have no choice but to accept all of him, as he cums inside of you over and over again.

his cock is in its own haven, being trapped in your gummy walls without rest. and at some point, sukuna's even released your wrists, and now you're willingly making love to him with your arms around his neck, coping with the thought that resisting doesn't even matter anymore - it's already too late, and you're tired of trying to fight back.

you can't count how many times he's dumped his load into you, how many times he's said "i can't get enough of you," how many times you've kissed him back when he kisses you.

and when he finally does eventually pull out, his semen oozes out of you in a disgusting amount. you're spent, and completely exhausted. you can't help your heavy eyelids from closing up, and the last thing you hear is his soft voice.

"goodnight, sweetheart. i'll take care of everything, from now on. i promise."

he holds you so closely and lovingly that you believe him.