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he pushes it down, tries not to make it too complicated. the two of you agreed on something casual, something to blow off steam when life gets too stressful, but god does he want to make it complicated. he wants to love you—he already does—and be able to show it.
he so badly wants to hold you afterwards, to kiss your temple and tuck you up under his arm and into his chest. grab dinner with you in the evening and hold your hand as you walk to the restaurant together. hear the rhythm of your heartbeat when he presses his ear to your chest. open your car door for you and never let you pump your own gas. run his fingers through your hair and press kisses against your knuckles. wake up to your awful bed head and morning breath and still kiss you silly anyway. make funny faces at you in the mirror just to make you laugh while the two of you are brushing your teeth. know your coffee order by heart and surprise you with it. listen to you tell him your secrets and pinky promise you that he will never tell another soul.
sometimes his body aches with how badly he wants you.
but he can’t have you that way, that would be too complicated. so he settles.
instead, he fucks you in the backseat of your car after you text him that you’ve had a particularly rough day and need him. he presses your little pink vibrator to your clit and watches you squirm. he fucks you with his fingers and licks them clean after he’s made you cum all over them. he circles back to that pretty picture you sent him of you in the blue lingerie he likes when he jerks off. his fingers press light bruises into your skin as he guides your hips while you ride him. he asks you to suck him off and you let him cum down your throat. he sticks his fingers in your mouth to give you something to focus on when he’s already made you cum too many times but is working you towards another one. he grunts into your mouth and you swallow the sound down when he cums inside of you.
loving you and truly showing it would be too complicated, so ryland grace will take what he can get.
she has the cognitive function of a common house cat. if it makes you guys feel better u can imagine a part of the people lost in the blood ocean just regressing to this kind of state and having the time of their afterlives chewing on plastic and being treated like royalty by two men stuck on an alien planet.
also! if you guys send me asks about elli's life on erid i might reply with doodles :3 still have a bunch of stuff im trying to work through in my drafts, i see evey ask and i really appreciate all the sweet compliments and comments <3
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Summary: Your first date with Ryland was a disaster. At least he thinks so. And he believes that he absolutely must make up for it at the end of the night. After all, he desperately wants a second date so… he apologises for being such a chaotic date in the only way he knows how. And hopes that it works.
a/n: blond man with the fluffy hair and nerdy glasses so fine he got me out of ‘retirement’
The date went horribly.
According to him at least.
You hadn’t made up an excuse, or had a fake emergency phone call at any point that got you out of dinner. But Ryland knew he’d fucked it up tonight. He was genuinely surprised that you stayed till the end. It was a simple date, nothing too fancy. And yet he believed he had ruined your night by yapping your ears off. He talked about everything and nothing all at once. His kids at school, his classes, his new research, all of it and more.
He was a little embarrassed now upon realising that he’d been talking so much the whole night, rarely ever stopping. And he was so certain you’d never want to talk or even text him again. But then you asked him if he wanted to walk you home.
Ryland agreed a little too quickly. Then he felt embarrassed again. But you just laughed at his awkward little mumbles as he tried to play it cool.
The whole walk he promised himself he’d finally ask you questions and let you do the talking. But he ended up going off on yet another random tangent about why physical laws even exist at all. In his defense, your follow-up questions were so engaging that he felt like he could keep this conversation going forever.
Before Ryland knew it, you were both standing on the steps leading to your front porch. With the soft golden light like a halo all around you, Ryland knew in that moment that you were the most stunning woman he had ever and will ever meet. And he felt even worse about the evening.
He couldn’t keep it in anymore. So he rambled on.
“I’m sorry,” He said, followed quickly by, “I know I’ve been a– a mess. I am a mess.” He repeated and carried on talking. “I really wanted tonight to go well and I ruined everything by talking so much. About school, about my research, about my students and work and– and I didn’t even ask you anything about yourself, or where you are from. I barely even let you speak. Or tell me anything about yourself. On top of that I’m wearing this stupid shirt. That’s not even the worst part. I didn’t let you speak. Can you believe that? I went on a date with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met and I didn’t even ask her where she was born. All I know is that you moved here, but I mean–,”
You cut him off by gently grabbing him by the collars of his blazer and pulling him in for a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it so Ryland was stunned for a second or two. Then he finally kissed you back, his arms instinctively finding themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.
Fuck, he thought to himself, it felt nice to have his arms around you.
When you pulled away, Ryland was still a little stunned. All he did was blink at you with his clear blue ocean eyes. He quickly reached up and adjusted his glasses which slid down his nose. But he said nothing. He just stared down at you.
You kept your hands around his shoulders, looking down quickly and noticed that some type of nerdy t-shirt peeked through the blazer. It only made him even more attractive. What a nerd, you thought, sighing with adoration.
“Listen here, Dr. Grace.” You teased him playfully, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you if I didn’t like a passionate, awkward, kind of nerdy, incredibly handsome, and talkative man. Okay?” You smiled up at him.
“Okay?” He sounded just a little confused. Poor thing.
You leaned in and gave him yet another sweet kiss on the cheek. His rough stubble tickling your mouth as you did. Ryland spoke then, yet again apologising, “I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible first date. But I would really like a second one. Please, I’ll be better. I promise.” He said, giving you those sad puppy eyes. The depths of which one could write endless poems about.
“You wanna come in for a bit?” You suggested. “And maybe we can talk about that second date?” You spoke, your hands deliberately trailing down his body. From his shoulders to his chest. He was nice and tall, the right amount of lean and muscular. Lots and lots of terrain to explore.
Ryland was quiet, apparently captivated by the way your hands delicately roamed down his chest. His breathing deepened. His brain was short circuiting. All he could do was silently follow your hands and fingers as they drew random shapes all over his chest. He was certain you’d be able to feel his heart thundering inside his chest by now.
“Ryland?”
“Yeah. Yes? I’m listening.” He said, then cleared his throat. He hadn’t been listening.
Fuck he was so adorable when nervous.
“Do you plan on lingering out on my front porch, or will you please come inside so I can kiss you like I’ve been dying to all night?”
—
Stumbling into bed with Ryland crashing into you as you fell made you feel like you were floating. Like you were on a cloud and everything was perfect. Ryland was almost as giddy as you were. His touch was gentle, and a little hesitant. He waited for a greenlight from you each time his touch and kisses got more and more heated. He’d do that thing where he’d reach for you, but then look at you over his glasses to see if it was okay, then he’d proceed enthusiastically.
It made you all warm and fuzzy inside each time he did that.
Contrary to what Ryland thought, you would say you had a great night. Nice food with a gorgeous, intelligent man who was gentle and kind and cared about his job and the environment. Who also happened to be a passionate speaker, and who spent the whole night entertaining you with his silly stories and elaborate scientific theories and more. What bliss!
“We can slow down,” Ryland said, in between steamy kisses, “If you want.” Another quick kiss. “We can watch a movie, or–,” He cut himself off by kissing you harder, pulling you closer. “We don’t have to, I mean I want to, but it’s not like I’m expecting you to–,”
“Ryland. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Okay.”
When you finally got him out of his blazer, you had to take a moment and giggle over his dorky t-shirt. One with a giant cat sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked down and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Please tell me you have another one of these.” You said, already working to get him out of the t-shirt.
“I… I do.” He sounded defeated as he tossed his shirt over his head, messing up his glasses.
“Good,” You fixed his glasses for him before you climbed onto his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed. Looking glorious, even more so than before now that he was shirtless, just in his jeans. “Because you’re leaving this one right here. For me.” You laughed when he tried to hide his face into the crook of your neck.
“You can keep it.” His voice sounded all muffled as he spoke into your neck. Then he pulled away and looked up, his rough cheek tickling your skin in the process again. “As long as I get to take you out on another date.”
When you smiled and nodded at him, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, Ryland felt like the world around him had gotten a little brighter.
And he kissed you back with equal excitement, flipping you around and laying you down in bed as he hovered above you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It is a ‘yes’, Dr. Grace.” You confirmed, reaching to touch his face.
Ryland smiled and said, “Well then I better make up for tonight’s disaster.” He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry again, I keep rambling anytime I have the chance.” He kissed further down your neck as he spoke. “Shut me up next time. Tell me to shut up. Please.”
You giggled as he kissed and carefully bit your skin along your collarbones, making you arch your back, pressing your body further into him. “I will.” You spoke, then gasped in pleasure and surprise when you felt Ryland’s warm hands on your inner thighs.
He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, “Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hands right where they were on your skin.
“Yes.” You whispered, then gasped again when he dove back in to kiss your neck while his hands caressed your thighs, massaging them gently. Almost lovingly. His touch was so slow in fact that you were getting more and more desperate the longer he took to touch you where you craved him the most. “Ryland?” You couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even gotten you out of your dress yet. Meanwhile he was shirtless, all that body on display and torturing you.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you. Mouth mere inches off your skin.
You almost groaned at how he genuinely seemed to have no idea how badly you wanted him. “Please stop teasing me.” You began lowering the shoulder straps of your dress all by yourself. You needed him. Now.
But Ryland stopped you by carefully seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He did it so smoothly too. “Now, when did I say you could do that?” He whispered against your open mouth. “Hmm? Did I ask you to do that?”
You shook your head, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and wondering where that dominant tone came from. You weren’t complaining. Quite the contrary. “No. You didn’t.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. I said I was gonna make it up to you, didn’t I? Well, I am. So let me take my time. Okay, baby? I know you want it. I can feel it. You think I can’t tell how wet you are by the way you’re drenching my hand.” For emphasis, he pressed his fingers in between your legs, pressing against your very wet, very thin underwear. “Hmm? You think I can’t tell?”
“Ryland, please…” You whimpered when you realised he was purposely messing with you. And who knows for how long he intended to do that.
“Oh poor you.” He teased, leaning closer until your warm breaths mingled. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you worry. Just let me take my time. I’ve got you. I know what you want, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just… let me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, making you whimper again, “Can you let me take my time with you?”
“Fuck…” You mumbled. “Yes. Yes, please. Just… I need you to touch me, Ryland. Please.” You begged.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He took his time in sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, dragging the soft fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked and exposed under him.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled to himself as his kisses followed the fabric of the dress lowering down your torso.
You shivered once he left your dress bunched around your waist carelessly, not fully undressing you. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air that you shivered. It was because of how intensely Ryland was staring at you. His glasses had slid down that perfect nose yet again, he didn’t adjust it this time. And somehow it made him look even hotter.
Fuck. Being so attracted to a man’s glasses’ placement has to be a more worrying issue. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was needing his hands on you.
By the time Ryland finally got to actually touching you, you were a whimpering, panting, needy mess. Just writhing under him. Your brain all foggy. Your body aching with desire.
But he was such a fucking tease it was driving you insane.
He kissed down your exposed torso, your hips, your thighs, whispering, “Look at you, huh? So needy.” He kissed right above your clit, his warm breath making your body come alive. “Is this what you want? You want me to make you feel good? Huh, baby? Talk to me, come on. Use your words.”
You weren’t sure if you’d sound coherent if you spoke but you tried your best. “Yes, please. Ryland… make it feel good.”
“I will.” He whispered, as his hands spread your legs and you felt his mouth right on top of you. Hungry. Seeking. Wanting. His warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart to give him better access.
It was rare to find a man who knew what he was doing down there. Especially with his mouth. But Ryland surprised you yet again with that skilled tongue of his. Your hand moved lazily, fingers sliding easily into his luscious, silky soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
You felt like your body was melting under his touch. His hands rubbing your thighs adoringly while his mouth drove you insane. He was good at making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue, skilled and soft against your wet folds. His lips with the right amount of suction on your clit.
You held yourself up for a moment, your elbows digging into your mattress as you looked down at him. All that golden skin, that faint layer of sweat all over him… he looked divine.
Then there were those eyes…
Even through his glasses you could see the spark in them. You saw how they lit up each time you let out a higher pitch moan, or each time your fingers tugged on his hair, scratching his scalp so good he even let out a moan himself while he ate you out.
“Fuck. Ryland.” You cried out, writhing under him as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. Teasing you with the softest, deliberate licks. You couldn’t look away then. His stare was intense, giving you chills despite the heat inside you rising like never before.
He smirked then. The sound of his name leaving your mouth so desperately gave him such a rush. It drove him crazy. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He whispered, his rough stubble brushing against your skin, rough against your inner thighs. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds. “What about this? You like this? You sound like you do.” He paused for a second, slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit for a taste and said, “You sure taste like you do.” His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, then down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Ryland had you coming undone all over his tongue in no time. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
With his arms keeping you pinned to the mattress and unable to escape, he was so quick to figure out what worked and what didn’t. What made you squeeze his head in between your thighs and what made your back arch. What made you tug on his hair harder because he loved that and what made you breathless.
“Come for me.” He whispered, before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Devouring you. His tongue moved in a way that made you lose control.
You were gasping for air, moaning his name, wanting more, and more, and more… You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
Ryland finally let go of your shaky legs and kissed his way up your body, hovering above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, look away from his pink, glistening lips. His hair was definitely messier now that you’d been so rough with it. You slid your hands back into his hair, massaging his scalp a little.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment, savouring your touch. Then opened his eyes again and asked, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, looking up at him. “I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure.
Ryland smiled down at you. “I know you did. Pretty sure I have scratches all over my neck. Gonna have to wear some turtlenecks to work for a day or two.”
You both laughed.
Then you asked, “Can I touch you now?” Your hands were already reaching down for his belt. He nodded, but you were already undoing his buckle as you pushed Ryland down on the bed next to you and got on top of him, straddling his lap. The rough denim brushing against your bare thighs.
Ryland reached out to touch your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You can do whatever you want.”
So you did. In no time you were in between his legs, ass up in the air, with his cock in your mouth.
Ryland had that pleading look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispered, still caressing your face lovingly as your tongue teased him in the best ways. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I like how you look at me.”
He held your head gently, in that same adoring manner you were starting to get used to, and watched you intently with parted pink lips, gasping in pleasure, as you took him. “There we go.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you?” His voice was so gentle. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
You held his stare and nodded.
Ryland was so gentle with you. Even as his gasps and moans got louder and louder.
“Fuck.” He swore. “You want more, baby?” He lifted his hips up slowly, he held your head gently and pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you wanted?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers clawed at his thighs through his jeans as he groaned and grunted, filling your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He swore again. “God damn it, baby, slow down.” His voice cracked as he grunted while also moving his hips, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and helping you swallow more and more of him. His head tilted back, his lips parted as he gasped for air while you moved your mouth up and down his cock. And he looked glorious while he lost control. Those damn glasses almost falling off his face.
You teased him as much as you could, but he soon began begging for you to stop.
“Come on,” He pleaded. “I can’t come yet, baby please.”
Followed by more pleas.
“Please, I really wanna fuck you.”
“Oh my god, please slow down.”
“Please don’t make me come yet.”
“Slow down, baby.”
All said in a desperate hiss.
You weren’t ready for the whimpers that followed his pleas. And you almost gave in and made him come because his moans and whimpers were so damn hot, but then you slowed to a stop. Pulling away and straddling him again.
Ryland did his best to catch his breath before flipping you two around, pinning you into the mattress again. Yet he was still panting as he looked down at you, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Had your fun?” He asked, using that playful, stern tone from earlier again.
He sounded so different from the man who was whimpering just a minute earlier.
You nodded, giggling, and clearly still riding that high from earlier. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Ryland let out a little laugh as he leaned in to kiss your nose. Then the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, and down your neck. “Can I make you feel good again now? Hmm? Can I please fuck you, baby?”
You whined before answering, your back arching already. “Yes, Ryland.”
“Well spread your legs then,” He made you laugh again with his sudden, straightforward demand.
But you obeyed quickly. Ryland cradled your head in his hands, holding you so tenderly as if he thought you were fragile.
“I’ve got you.” He said, as he held your stare, slowly sliding inside of you, both of you moaning softly as he went.
“Ryland…” You hissed in pleasure, unable to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “Where have you been all my life, huh?”
You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “Oh fuck, Ryland…” You gasped.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. He held you close as he moved his hips.
“You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you.
“I know.” He almost whimpered again.
He pulled away to watch you. Ryland held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, he watched his cock slowly moving in and out of you then leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moans in the process.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips expertly. You thanked whoever or whatever taught him how to do that. You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you.
You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Ocean blue, now familiar.
“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand instinctively wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me. My pretty girl.”
His voice was driving you insane. You moaned at how perfect his lean body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved. And you slid your fingers into his hair, tugging on it even more now that you knew he liked it. He probably liked it a little too much since he wouldn’t stop letting out discreet whimpers each time you gave his hair a slightly hard pull.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.
Ryland looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. “Hey,” He spoke softly, his thumb toying with your lower lip. “Look at me.” When you did, he whispered, “Just hold on, okay? Don’t come yet. Just a little longer, baby.”
You nodded, eyes half closed, but unsure if you could. He felt so fucking good and you were right on the edge… right on that fucking edge…
He must have noticed your eyes rolling back because he spoke again.
“Come on, baby.” He pleaded again, pressing his warm forehead against yours. “I know, I know.” He reassured you. “But just hold it for me, okay? Just a minute longer, baby. I know you can do it.” He murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tenderness and care in his voice only made you clench around him again.
“Oh look at you. You can’t even hold it a little longer.” He gave you a lazy, cocky smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His hand squeezed your throat just a little, making you moan even louder. He gave you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock then, come on.”
You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his eager fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“That’s it.” He cooed when your moans got louder. “You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him.
Ryland kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Fuck.” He hissed again, then groaned as he quickly pulled out just in time and came all over your thighs.
You whined and whimpered as you felt his cum drip down your thighs.
“Fuck…” You whined as you caught your breath.
“Come here,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into his damp, but warm chest for a cuddle. You curled up against him in no time.
He panted, still catching his breath. “I think you deserve the t-shirt.”
You chuckled, still lust-drunk. “I think you deserve a second date.”
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your supplications for a decent roommate after you moved into your new place materialized in the form of one Ryland Grace, a middle school teacher — you could say that the two of you have coexisted in relative harmony... if you could overlook the fact that he's a bit of a slob. well not "a bit". he is a slob, especially when he's swamped with work.
it's been like that for a few cycles now, and you reached your breaking point one day when you arrived home, tired from work; you just wanted to crash and collapse in bed and not think of anything else, but the world decided to flash a middle finger in your face and give you this: the apartment was in an absolute state of disarray, and you know it's Ryland who left this in his wake.
furious and seething, you stomped over and barged into his room, ready to recite your tirade; but your words evaporated before they could even leave your lips as you stumbled upon Ryland in his bed — bent over, with his cheek pressed against a pillow, glasses hanging crookedly on his face — his knees were keeping half of himself up as he's got a hand stroking his cock that's practically squelching from the precum leaking copiously from the head, and the other was pinching and rolling and pulling at his nipple. and he was in the middle of moaning your name, too. you both froze in shock and horror when you noticed each other. suddenly that trashed living area didn't seem so important to you now.
“Just need to-” Ryland grunts before continuing, “just need to put slight pressure on the carotid arteries.” His index and middle fingers, resting on one side, and his thumb on the other, press into the skin over the arteries on either side of your neck. Your breathing picks up. You immediately feel the restriction in airflow, your eyes fluttering shut as his hips push forward. His eyes are practically sparkling as he watches you under him in marvel, his gaze roams from your neck, currently covered by his hand, to your wet lips parted as you breathe, and finally to your eyes, which are screwed shut.
“The esophagus-” he’s panting now, “is not to be crushed as it’ll obstruct the windpipe.” He does this with precision. As he mentioned, the portion of his palm between his thumb and index finger resting over your esophagus is just sitting there, not pressing down like his fingers on either side. You gasp, feeling lightheaded from the restriction mixed with the sensation of his length pushing deeper into you. The rest of his fingers that aren’t pressing onto your carotid arteries caress the skin at the base of your neck, a soothing action that distracts you momentarily from the fact that your brain is experiencing a temporary lack of oxygen.
He lets out a throaty whimper, feeling your walls squeeze around him. “The carotid arteries supply oxygenated blood to the brain. So pressing on it doesn’t stop breathing, rather results in lightheadedness” he gasps at the feeling of you and the way your body is reacting to him and his scientific ramble. “You feel that, baby? Do you feel woozy? Feel the pleasure heighten?” His hips ram into you deeper with each question, making you whine. His lips drag over your jaw and cheeks. “M’ close. Are you, baby?” he rasps.
In response, you can only moan, caught in the blinding pleasure. You feel him smile against your cheek at this. Your hands move from his hair to his bare shoulders, fingers pressing into his skin. Your hips arch to meet his as you finish. He gasps, feeling your release around him. He releases his hold over your neck, and thrusts a few more times before finishing with a groan. As you both recover and breathing returns to normal, he presses kisses over your neck where he had been holding you.
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intox kink and dumbification with grad school boyfriend ryland, anyone?
sitting on the bed in his cramped little bedroom with the tv on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention. ryland, back against the headboard. you, legs tangled with his, half-draped across his lap. you're wearing comfy shorts and a t-shirt you stole from him, and after the week you've had, you're more than happy to cuddle up with your boyfriend and relax.
he feeds you an edible or two, fingers lingering on your lips just a little longer than necessary, and as it slowly begins to kick in, his hands start to wander. innocently at first, playing with your hair, resting on your waist, sliding down the small of your back until one of them slips under your shirt.
"can i...?" he asks, and you murmur your confirmation into his neck, breathing in the familiar, woodsy scent of him.
your brain feels packed in cotton, making you as pliant in his arms as warm wax. when his fingers slide past the hem of your sleep shorts, your legs just fall open for him. his fingers work you open leisurely, almost like he's not even really thinking about it, just trying to keep his hands busy.
you can practically hear his smug grin in his voice when he says, "i bet i could do just about anything to you right now."
and he could. honestly, even if you were stone-cold sober, there's probably very little he could do to you that you wouldn't enjoy, simply because it's ryland. so you're more than happy to let him maneuver you onto your back and take off your shorts and underwear.
"you're lucky to have me. you're practically helpless; a worse guy might take advantage," he tells you just before he finally, finally thrusts into you.
he fucks you lazily, too, sloppily grinding his hips against yours and mouthing hot, wet kisses into the skin of your neck. his glasses are sliding down his nose, but he doesn't seem to notice, and you can't be bothered to mention it, because your thoughts are pleasantly sluggish and you're so fucking full of his cock. the stress of grad school life just falls off your shoulders - here, you don't have to be smart and articulate, you don't even have to think, you just have to lie back and make pretty little noises while ryland uses you like the pretty little toy you are. <3
I got inspired by this tweet I saw. Shout out these guys 😋
Anyways here’s a little drabble :3
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Grading was the last thing on Rylands mind. He had stayed late to try and at least achieve some sort of dent in the pile of students lab assignments on his desk, but it seems you had other plans for this late Friday evening.
Rylands hands are gripping tightly on the shelves around you both, panting against the palm of your hand. His hips jerk forward, stuttering and barely able to keep his knees from buckling underneath himself. He lets out a whimper from underneath your hand, eyes rolling back at the pleasure you’re giving him. You shush him softly, feeling the breath from his nostrils on the tops of your fingers.
Behind him, you rest your chin on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, “C’mon Mr. Grace….you would want anyone to hear you, would you?”
A quick little whine in response is muffled from beneath your hand. The only other sound filling the small, cramped janitors closet you had pulled him into being the slick sound of your other hand jerking him off. His pants were only unzipped far enough for you to pull his cock out, so both of you were still fully clothed.
You both knew that at this time of day at the middle school it would just be you two, as most of the cleaning staff had also gone home at this point. But, the idea of someone catching you seemed to really get Ryland going. You had pulled him in by his tie, tugging him into the janitors closet the moment he walked past.
You pause your motions to run your thumb across the sensitive red tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had continued to spill. This elicits yet another muffled whimper from the man as he tries to buck up into your hand, desperate for you to continue jerking him off.
You tsk at him, leaning your head to the side to whisper into his ear. “You’re being so good for me Ry…such a good boy…” you say, breathing hot air against his ear. The sensation of it weakens his knees and he lets out another whimper at the sudden increased movement from your hand, slick with pre-cum.
With your chin back on his shoulder, you can see his face. His hair is a mess, sticking up on random spot. Sweat beads along his forehead, daring to drip down onto his flushed cheeks. His glasses sit askew, almost falling off if it weren’t for your hand right beneath his nose. His eyes are slightly open and rolled back, relishing in the pleasure you’re providing. He looked absolutely delicious.
His dick throbbed within your grasp, twitching as he got closer and closer to his climax. Additionally, he got more fidgety, hand moving from a death grip on the shelf to hold onto the arm over his mouth. His knees threatened to give out from beneath himself, leaning back into you for support.
His muffled moans and whimpers ramped up, getting louder and more frequent the closer he got.
Finally, he lets out the loudest groan yet, shuffling and twitching beneath you as ropes of white cover the back of the janitor door and your hand. His hips buck up into you at the slight overstimulation as you work him through his orgasm. His chest heaves, out of breath, slowly coming back from his arousal-driven haze.
You finally quit your ministrations the moment he begins to whine from the overstimulation. You take your hand off of his mouth and he pants breathlessly, satisfied to be able to breath properly.
His hands grip onto the shelves once again to hold himself up, and he lets out a long, shaky breath, shoving his limp cock back into his pants.
You look around the closet and find some paper towels to clean off your hand. Once he catches his breath, he turns around and faces you. His mouth covered with drool from when your hand covered his mouth.
“…I…I might need those too…” He states softly, motioning towards his mouth and the few drops that spilt onto what were his favorite pants, which hopefully wouldn’t stain.
You let out a chuckle, using a paper towel and wiping his face off. He lets out an embarrassed smile and take the paper towel from you once your done and wiping his pants off.
“We are definitely doing this again, just so you know.” You say reaching around him to wipe down the door.
His dick throbs at the notion, slowly hardening once more as an idea comes to mind.
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