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The urge to tell ryland so bluntly “do I make you horny, baby?” While looking right into his eyes and he blushes stammers trying to look away ughh hes so cute and pathetic i want to crush him and kiss him all over at the same time

mootie I love you so much come here lemme give you a kiss on the mouth your amazing-

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It wasn't a very eventful evening. You were having a simple movie night with Ryland, conversing about the movie, and then as the movie continued you found yourself sitting in his lap.

Unfortunately, you couldn't get comfortable. You didn't mean to, mostly, but you kept shifting in his lap, creating the perfect drag of friction along the length of his cock.

He kept it under control, trying not to let it affect him much, but his body was fighting against him. After one deliberate roll of your hips, he lets out a small grunt, and he quickly tries to cover it up by coughing.

This was not an effective plan and unfortunately just brought more of your attention towards himself. You take in the situation, realizing that the thing poking you from underneath was in fact, not something in his pocket.

The realization brings a smile upon your face as you do another roll of your hips, this time perfectly creating the right amount of pressure along his clothed dick. He lets out a breathless whimper, red flushing his cheeks as he realizes that you definitely know what's happening.

The movie being long forgotten, you turn around to face him, straddling his hard on with your legs on either side of his hips. You hold his head in your hands and run your thumb along his bottom lip, staring at them deeply. He stares down at you, heart rate picking up as he leans into your touch.

After a second of caressing his face, you glance back up to his eyes and stare into them.

"Are you hard right now Ry?"

He practically chokes on his spit but gulps down his embarrassment.

"Y-Yeah..." He whispers, looking off to the side, flustered.

"Hey-look at me." You demand, taping his cheek with your finger to urge his gaze back to yours. He does so without complaint, big blue eyes blown with arousal.

He licks his lips, staring down at you in anticipation.

"Do I make you horny, baby?"

The blunt statement short-circuits his brain, face running redder than before. He sputters, trying to get out a response, but nothing comes out. He looks anywhere but you, hoping to avoid your gaze.

"wha-what are you-what do you- huh?" He rambles.

You smirk a bit and ask again, "Do I make you horny, baby?"

He quietly whines at your words, practically melting in your presense. After taking a second to take in your words. "I-I-I uh...yeah-" He squeaks out, squinting his eyes shut.

You let out a quiet chuckle, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his lips in order to ease his nerves.

"Why don't we fix that problem down here, is that okay Ry?" You ask, giving another delicious roll of your hips providing just the right amount of friction along his cock.

He whimpers and bites his bottom lip, nodding fervently at you. "mhm. mhm. I'd like that-"

Before he could respond, you lock your lips with his, beginning a huge make out session.

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“Huh? That feel good Ry?” You tease, nibbling on his earlobe.

He tries to formulate words, but your middle and ring finger in his mouth keep him from speaking. All he can do is whine and drool, the vibrations resonating in your chest.

“This is what you wanted right? Teasing me all day, arguing with me in front of our peers? All that just so I could get you to turn into this behind closed doors. Isn’t that right?” Your tone has that dark and sensual feeling to it, almost as if you were scolding him.

His eyes pinch shut, a tear falling from his eye out of pleasure. He whimpers and tries his best to nod around your fingers. You can feel the way his tongue swirls around your digits, sucking every once in a while.

“You’re so needy. What would you do without me, hm?”

His hips buck up into your hand, a tell-tale sign of his approaching orgasm.

“You gonna be good Ry? Gonna be good for me and cum while sucking on my fingers?”

He lets out another high pitched whine before releasing white ropes of cum across your hand. He pants heavily, whimpering and moaning around your fingers while doing so.

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Dry humping Ryland, making him cum in his pants over and over again just from that friction until he's having nothing but dry orgasms. BRAINROT 🤤

HI MOOTIE!!! HI!!! :DDD

FUCK YES I LOVE THIS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING I need him in a biblical way it’s crazy. Also I lowkey started falling asleep while writing at the end so if it’s fucked up ignore it and I’ll fix it sometime during the day LMAO

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“Mmph!”

His moan against your lips echoes throughout you and Rylands living room.

While on the weathered yet plush couch, you sit atop his lap, thigh slotted between his legs. His cock, hard, hot, and throbbing underneath his denim jeans, ruts against your thigh absentmindedly during your wet and sensual kissing.

His eyes are closed shut in pleasure, glasses askew, his skin a flushed shade of pink. Your fingers tangle within his locks, eliciting another delicious moan from his mouth against yours.

You tug his head back, pausing the heated makeout session you were just entangled in, a string of spit connecting both of your swollen lips.

He whines are the loss of your lips against his, but is quickly replaced with a long and drawn out groan as your thigh begins to grind against his clothed crotch, matching the rutting he was doing earlier.

His hands snake up from where they sat upon your hips and slide up underneath your shirt, resting at the curve of your sensitive waist.

You lean your head down at his exposed neck, hand still in his hair, leaving sloppy and wet, open mouth kisses along the area of skin along his jugular.

“Hmn!” He whines, bucking his hips up into your thigh, hands squeezing around your waist instinctively as you suck a particularly dark purple spot along his neck.

“Hah- I’m gonna…gonna cum-“ he warns, hips stuttering as he can feel his climax approaching. You smirk against his neck, trailing your kisses up towards his ear. Deep and sensual, you whisper in his ear.

“Go on, come for me Ry…”

His eyes pinch closer shut than before, mouth agape and open out of pleasure. No noise is concealed, whines and whimpers leaving him. His hands grip you with such strength that it surely will leave a bruise in the morning.

Finally, a long and steady groan comes from the depths of his throat as he cums in his jeans from the dry humping.

Before he can even grasp and relish in the final feeling of cumming, he’s distracted by the way he realizes you haven’t stopped moving your thigh against his limp cock at all.

Overstimulation immediately begins to set in. He whines out in protest, hips thrashing as he barely attempted to get away from your hold. His hands move from your waist, going any which way to try and ground himself.

“W-Wait pleasepleaseplease I can’t-“ he begs out, hands finally stopping, giving a death grip into the couches arms.

His waterlines begin to fill, overwhelmed by the sensations he was getting.

His cock begins to push itself back to life underneath your leg, a twitch from it heavy against your thigh.

“No, you can take it, can’t you? You did so good for me earlier, surely you can take another Ryland.”

A singular tear falls down his cheek as his hips jerk against you even harder, the familiar sensation of an orgasm building in his gut so soon after the last one.

“No-no please I can’t I need hah-, more!” He begs.

“No, you’re going to take what I give you and be appreciate about it like a good boy, alright?”

A choked out sob leaves his mouth, nodding his head, as whimpers galore fill the room and the pleasured feeling continues to fold over on itself until it’s too much to handle.

His pants already had a dark spot on them from his earlier orgasm, and you wanted to see them soaked.

“Come on, go on and show me you can do it. Be a good boy, I know you can Ry.”

Your words take him over, as his hips let out a final jerk before the dark spot on his jeans continues to spread due to second organs in his pants.

You pause for a moment and he’s relived your finally done, but he is quickly interrupted by the continued pressure of your thigh against his crotch.

This continues for multiple more rounds, all of them having him cum in his pants. You tried to count, you think you’ve made him come maybe 2 more times, before finally, you get what you were looking for.

He’s leaning in towards you, head buried in the junction where your neck is connected. He sobs into you, tears streaming down his face and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His hips continued to stutter, practically jumping off the couch with each rut.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease Fuck! Fuck fuck I can’t to this, hah, I cant it’s too much, it’s too fucking much-“

His hiccuping and muffled cries are said into your neck, the hot air sending goosebumps down your skin.

His jeans have been ruined at this point, after cumming so much inside them you kind of have to throw them away.

You can feel the way it throbs underneath your thigh, an indicator his orgasm is quite near.

Finally, he practically screams out with whines and whimpers as he cums for the final and last time of the evening. At least, so you thought.

You could tell by the lack of new, wet spots in his jeans, nothing had changed after this last orgasm earlier in the evening.

He came dry.

“Wow babe…I didn’t realize that could actually happen in real life.” You say deadpan, moving your thigh away from his crotch as you let him come down from his high.

Before you can even ask anything about it, you look over and realize that he had fallen asleep after that last orgasm.

You help lay him down along the couch, before laying on top of him in a simple embrace on the couch.

Oh hell yes 😛

Bear with me if this is weird or written badly cause papa is still sick and barely functioning rn but I wanted to write for this so badly….

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It’s not as if you didn’t like what you already had going on with Ryland, I mean, it was the best sex you’ve had in your entire life…it was just more vanilla than you want to try.

When you first proposed the idea, he was taken aback, as he had no idea you were into something like that. But the more he thought about it, the more he got really, really, into it. Just to make sure this was something both of you want, you decided to try it out just a little on a Friday afternoon, after all the students had left.

He sits at his desk, nervous and waiting for whatever you planned to do. He taps the pencil along his forehead, trying to focus as hard as he could to try and grade these papers, but the excitement keeps taking his attention away from it.

You knock at his door, causing him to startle. He clears his throat, sitting up straight and taking a once over in the reflection of his laptop to check his appearance.

“Come in!”

You open the door and take in the sight of your boyfriend, sitting at his desk. You notice he’s changed out of his regular middle school lanyard and has the name tag from the brief time he worked as a professor.

The realization he’s taking this as seriously as you are makes your heart swirl, but you can’t dwell on that just yet, you have other motives you need to explore first.

You step forward, your shoes clicking against the ground as he takes in your figure. You’ve dressed up in a sweater of yours that sits off the shoulder, leaving your unblemished skin vulnerable to the air. Your skirt sits perilously short, just enough to make the man in front of you gulp.

“Dr. Ryland, are you busy at all?” You ask, holding the notebook, which was a empty one you bought at the store earlier that day, in your hands.

Snapping into character, Ryland clears his throat once more. “Not at the moment, what could I do for you?” He asked, peering at you from over his glasses where you stood in front of his desk.

You bite your lips nervously, hoping your acting is somewhat convincing, before continuing, “My grade for this class is just below passing, is there any extra credit I could do?”

Beneath the desk, his leg bounces out of anticipation for what’s to come, but he tries to play it off. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m afraid not. I mean, if I give anyone extra credit then it’ll be unfair to everyone.” He explains, his hand continuing to fidget with the pen.

“But I’m not just anyone Dr. Grace…” you say slyly, walking slowly around the edge of his desk, trailing your finger along your path.

He looks up at you, his face heating up at the notion you’re suggesting. He keeps his eyes on your finger, watching it drag along the desk. He finally looks back up at your eyes, staring into them once you’ve stopped right in front of him.

“Please Dr. Grace, I’ll do anything it takes to pass this class.” You plead from above him. He struggles to pay attention at the words you say, moving his hands up to graze against the supple skin of your thighs.

“Anything…?” He mumbles, the rumbling tone in his voice sending shivers through your body. He continues to stare at the skin he’s touching, before finally looking back up at you over the glasses.

You lean down and grab onto the arm rests of his office chair, essentially trapping the man. You lean down towards his face, your warm body emmanating against his.

“Anything.”

The flood gates burst open as he quickly pushes his lips against yours, closing his eyes, and gathering you into a heated kiss. You easily reciprocate, closing your eyes as well and relishing in the feeling of his lips. His slight stubbles rubs against your face as you both capture the others lips.

His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, both hands moving up on your body and going beneath your sweater. One hand stays at your hip, while the other continues upwards, before reaching the small of your back and he pulls you down onto his lap. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.

You guys get closer to one another, soft moans and groans muffled against the other’s lips as you engage in the heated makeout session.

You break away from the kiss, a string of saliva between you two as you depart, in order to catch your breath.

“Will this count as extra credit, sir?” You ask teasingly, your fingers playing with the hairs along his nape.

The word ‘Sir’ send an electrical shock through his body, a jolt of pleasure shooting down to his hardening cock.

“Yes-…Fuck, yes it will…” He stammers, his self-created censor slipping from the pleasure. He moves his head towards your neck and kisses at the sensitive skin. He’s not gentle by any means, but he’s definitely not rough. He’s just right in the intensity and sensuality of it.

Before you’re able to continue any further, the sound of jingling keys down the hallway makes both of you freeze instinctually.

The sound of trash bags and rolling trash cans can be heard in the distance. You and Ryland move to give each other a panicked look, before scrambling to look professional.

You scramble off of Ryland’s lap and move your hair to cover the marks on your neck. You try and tug down your skirt just a tad, just as it’s so short.

He simply just wiped his face of the slobber created from the heated makeout session, before quickly changing the name tag back to his middle school lanyard.

Just as Ryland finishes smoothing his hair out, the janitor enters. You sit, pretending to be helping grade the exams that were on the desk.

The janitor pays no mind to either of you? Barely looking up and quickly leaves the room after gathering the trash.

Once you’re sure the janitor is far enough away, the heat rushes through your body as an idea hits you.

“Dr Ryland, do you want to continue this back at your place? I think I’d like some more extra credit, if you have any left to offer.”

Grabbing his bag he smirks, moving closer to hold his hand against the small of your back and guiding you out of the room and towards the parking lot.