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there are very few times when you’ve seen driver be anything but soft around you or in front of you. he’s extremely good at controlling his emotions, keeping calm in tense moments and not letting people know how he’s feeling.

but some days, he loses that. you can tell from the minute he walks in the door whether it’s been a good day or a bad one, but it usually takes a little longer to decipher how you’ll need to go about it.

it had already been a long day for him: shannon had got him on set early that morning (meaning he had to skip your usual morning routine together); then there were a few dickheads at the garage demanding for their cars to be fixed faster; and to top it all off, his car broke down just as he was leaving, meaning he had to stay later to fix it.

he had called you around lunch, explaining that he he might late home, but not realising how late it would actually be. he just needed to hear your voice in that moment, letting you talk about your morning and your plans for dinner. driver so desperately wanted to be at home with you, but he knew in his gut that he would be missing dinner.

still, he kept going, controlling himself in front of others as they shouted at him and shannon, continuing his work on the cars already in the garage as opposed to those who had just rocked up. driver was well and truly ready to go home to you, and that’s when his car broke down and he had to spend another two hours fixing it.

he dropped you a short text, letting you know what had happened. at that, you realised he had been having a truly horrible day, you just didn’t know how to make it better.

it was late when he finally got home. you could sense the tiredness coating his bones as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. he was surprised to see you still awake, all ready for bed in your matching sleep set that he had bought for you the other week.

the colour matched you perfectly, bringing out your eyes and complimenting your skin. in that moment, he knew what he needed. he knew what he had been craving all day, and it wasn’t until he saw you that he realised it.

his touch was rough as you felt your back meet the wall beside the front door within seconds of it closing. driver was pressed up against you soon after that, one hand grabbing your waist while the other came up to cup your jaw tightly. his palm was warm on your skin, his fingertips squeezed you slightly.

you were balanced on your toes to maintain some height against him. his bad day had gotten to the point of needing to be slightly rougher, but you weren’t complaining. usually he’s soft, so soft with you, and sometimes you wished he would let go a little. but when he was like this, it wasn’t just for his benefit. he wanted this to be good for you too.

a gasp escaped you as the hand on your jaw pressed harder, your head falling back onto the wall as your hands reached out for purchase on his denim jacket. driver’s usual baby blues had turned a dark, hazy colour, lust already covering his vision as he looked down at you. he titled his head to the side, a silent question that you knew all too well.

“yes,” you tried to nod, your movements obstructed by his proximity. “please, baby.”

at your consent, he pushed a leg between your thighs, widening your stance and pushing you slightly off balance. his hands help to keep you up right, the one on your waist squeezing tighter as he pushed you down and began to grind your crotch along his jean-clad thigh.

your moan was instant; the pressure and warmth from his muscle hitting you exactly where you needed it, and along with the hand on your jaw, it felt like heaven.

you let driver take control completely, only moving when and how he wanted you to. the hand on your jaw kept you facing him, his eyes boring into yours possessively as you whimpered at your pussy gliding along his thigh. he kept a steady pace, pushing your hips down harder to achieve a moan that slipped out easily.

he could feel you were drenched. it had begun soaking through your sleep shorts and onto his jeans, but he didn’t care. after the day he had had, all he wanted was to see you fall apart on top of him, exactly like this.

the hands that had been bundled up in his jacket were now scratching for purchase on his arms. his constant push and pull of your hips and the flexing of his thigh had built up your orgasm quickly, but you needed just a little bit more to get there. you hoped that driver would realise what you needed as you grabbed onto his biceps and squeezed slightly.

your pathetic whines were enough for him just then. he knew what you wanted. the hand on your jaw loosened slightly as he pulled away from you, taking away his thigh and the build up of your first orgasm of the night. you whined even more when you lost his warmth, your legs shaking as you grabbed onto him harder.

driver just kept his gaze on you, moving his hand from your hip to bring it up to your face. his fingers were still on your jaw as his other hand lightly slapped your cheek.

“you’re going to behave,” he started, a finger pointed in your face with his voice turned low as he looked at you. your eyes were blown wide with lust and complete safety as you listened to him. “you’re going to do as i tell you, or else i won’t let you come. got it?”

“yes,” you nodded immediately, grabbing his wrist. “yes, i promise, i’ll be good.”

“good.” he nodded back to you, happy with the knowledge that you would be good. he knew you knew how to behave, and he was going to let you prove it.

the fingers on your jaw squeezed you once more before his hand started to push you down. he stepped back, giving you space between him and the wall to slowly kneel down. you kept your eyes on him, your head leaning up to look at him as he stared down at you.

cautiously, you brought your hands up to his waist line, ghosting over the leather of his belt and waited for his nod. once you saw the subtle movement, you were quick to unbuckle it, your hands moving quickly to unzip his jeans and pull out his cock from his now stained underwear.

he was thick and heavy, the tip red and already spilling out pre-come. you gave him a few strokes, your hand gentle as it moved up and down his shaft, your other hand resting on his thigh for support. as you squeeze him suddenly, driver jumped forward, his hands falling onto the wall in front of him as he quietly groaned.

“you know what to do.” he muttered after a moment, looking back down at you as you just nodded.

your hand twisted once more before you brought your lips towards the tip of his cock. it was heavy on your tongue and you enjoyed the taste of his come already. the hand on his thigh kept you steady as you moved forward, breathing through your nose as you took in half of his length before pulling back off.

before you could move too far away, you licked the underside of him, tracing the outline of the vein all the way back to his tip. driver’s breathing shuddered above you. his hands clenched against the wall and it took everything in him to not touch you. he enjoyed giving you freedom to taste him however you wanted, but if he didn’t get what he wanted, he wasn’t scared to speak up.

“tastes so good.” you comment shyly, glancing up through your eyelashes to see how fucked out he was already. before driver could say or do anything, you took him in your mouth once more, this time going further down his cock to take him fully.

as he sat heavy in your mouth, you enjoyed the stretch of him, feeling him pulse on your tongue as driver groaned quietly. you swallowed around him before pulling off, setting a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down. when you needed a second, you would press a kiss to his tip, licking off the come that kept dripping out before taking him again.

you were enjoying this, enjoying pleasing him. as soon as you realised what mood he was in, this was all you had wanted to do. but driver? driver was falling apart above you. you were so distracted by his cock to realise how difficult he was finding it to hold in his whimpers, wanting to stay in control, but losing his will with each glide of your tongue on him.

when he finally moaned out loud, you knew that he was close. his thighs began to shake under your hand. one of his came down from the wall behind you to keep guiding your head back and forth. every ounce of his self control was withering away, and it was all because of you.

he tapped your cheek twice just before he came, managing to pull back slightly to come in your mouth rather than your throat. but you sat there and let him pump himself empty, your mouth hanging open as you watched him close his eyes and bite back a moan.

he’s silent for a moment after that. his cock was in his hand, starting to soften as you watch from where you’re still knelt down. his eyes opened to meet yours immediately, tucking himself back into his boxers, the zipper of his jeans still down, before he reached down to help you up.

“such a good girl, hum?” he praised, one hand cupping your jaw again as the other stroked the back of your head. “so good for me. knew you would be.” you just nodded at his words, your hands grasping at his denim jacket once more.

after a moment, he turned you both so that you were walking backwards towards your shared bed. your steps were hesitant, but driver kept both his hands on you to make sure you didn’t fall.

it didn’t take long for the back of your knees to hit the edge of the bed, your balance wobbly as you kept your grip on his clothes. he didn’t flinch, keeping both of you upright as he leaned over you more. the hand on your jaw tightened again, his face coming down so close that you would feel his hot breath on your skin.

“i’m going to let go of you, and you’re going to strip and get on the bed.” he said in a low whisper, his eyes boring into your own with a hazy look.

you nodded your head once more, “okay.” you felt him step back slightly before letting go of you. your legs were shaky as you pulled off your sleep shorts, feeling driver’s eyes on you with every movement you took. his attention turned to your chest as you pulled your shirt up and off your body, and you saw him slyly lick his lips before you moved onto the bed.

not wanting to disobey him while he was like this, you did as he asked. you were stripped and sat on the bed, knees bent as you sat back onto your feet. the soft sheets surrounded you and you were reminded then that you only changed them that morning. that thought left your head as driver began to crawl on the bed closer to you.

“so pretty,” he praised once again, towering over you on his knees as a gentle hand began to trace up your right side. you shivered slightly, keeping your gaze on him as his own eyes followed the curves of your body. “all mine.”

as soon as he said those words, his head bobbed down towards your chest, his mouth enveloping your nipple as his hand came up to squeeze the other one. you couldn’t help but moan, your hands reaching up to thread themselves through his hair as you tugged harshly at the blond strands. he groaned into your skin, flicking your nipple with his tongue as his fingers pinched the other.

“oh, fuck.” you exhaled, looking down to watch as he pulled away from your breast, a string of spit still connecting him and your nipple. you moaned so loudly that you knew your neighbours would hear. you didn’t care.

no one would ever be lucky enough to see what you were seeing right now; driver’s eyes were blown wide with lust, his hands were still kneading your breasts as he licked his lips and shifted his focus onto your other nipple. he repeated his actions, sucking and biting as he held in his groans.

you closed your eyes and threw your head back, hands still tugging on his hair. he pulled away from your nipple after a moment, moving to your skin to mark you with his teeth before kissing the area softly. he reached over and made a matching mark on your other breast.

“my good girl.” he muttered into your skin, licking over the growing red marks before pressing a hot kiss onto your lips. his hands gripped your waist tightly to pull you flush against his chest, his tongue pushing forward into your mouth to taste as much of you as possible.

“please.” you started to beg into his mouth, moving your own tongue against his just to tease him slightly.

“please, what?” he asking condescendingly after he pulled away. he was towering over you again, his face so close to yours it would be intimidating to anyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel more turned on. he tilted his head to the side when you took too long to answer him.

“please, need to feel you.” your hands started to grab at his denim jacket again, fingers fumbling over the buttons.

“i’m touching you, aren’t i?” he mocked, reaching out to stop your hands from moving before tugging them down to your sides.

“need more, baby.” you kept begging, your voice coming out in a whine as driver began to guide you to lay down. your head hit his pillow, the faint smell of him mixed with fresh laundry filled your senses as he moved himself on top of you.

he was still fully clothed, you could feel the scratch of his denim everywhere. it was overwhelming and not enough all at once. you kept your hands at your sides, letting driver shift inbetween your legs as you opened your thighs and he hovered above you, held up only by his strong arms.

you could feel his now hard cock against your bare pussy, imagining the material becoming soaked from his pre-cum, your saliva from earlier and how wet you already were for him. he was ignoring your pleas, letting you whine and restlessly shuffle underneath him whilst he traced along your neck with his nose. he stopped every so often to press a gently kiss onto your skin, but it wasn’t enough.

“ugnnh, please!” you squealed as he kissed your ear, your hands flying to cup his cheeks as you pulled him to face you. “need your cock, baby. need to feel you inside me, please. been wanting you all day.”

“yeh?” he asked, his eyes lighting up at your last words. of course, he had been thinking about you, too. every time your face or bare pussy begging for him popped into his mind, he gripped his steering wheel tighter and felt his cock twitch. but hearing you say that made him harder than he thought was possible.

he ground his hips against yours, pushing his clothed tip between your folds as they separated and let the rest of his cock glide through. you moaned loudly again, throwing your head back into the pillows as he repeated his actions. his gaze was still on you, hard and heavy.

“been thinking about my cock?” he asked, pulling his hips back again before pushing forward. he could feel how wet his boxers had gotten from you alone. “been thinking about me inside of you?”

“yes,” you gasped out, eyes opening to look at him again as he kept dry humping you. “always thinking about you. always want you.”

your words hit deep inside of him causing an animalistic growl to escape him. you’d never heard that from him before and it distracted you enough to not realise that he had pulled back from you, pushing down his boxers and jeans just enough to free his cock and run his tip up and down your folds.

only when you felt the slight pressure of him pushing into you did you realise what was happening. one of his hands were still next to your head as his other guided his red and dripping tip into your pussy. his breathing was shaky, both of you looking down to where your bodies met as you held your breath.

when he was fully seated inside of you, you finally took a breath. your body fully relaxed into the sheets as you finally felt the fullness you had been craving all day. driver rocked his hips forward, his pubic hair rubbing over your clit as his cock shifted against your walls. you felt hot all over, so blissed out that he could do anything to you right now and you’d let him.

while still moving his hips slightly, he leant down to press soft kisses across your chest once more. his tongue dragged over the blossoming marks as he made his way up your neck and over your chin. you could feel a slight trial of spit following his movements, but you couldn’t care less. he was inside of you, he was all around you and it was the best you’d felt all day.

“happy now?” he teased, whispering the words into your ear which made you shiver.

“yes, so good.” you praised in reply, one hand gripping the bedsheets as the other reached around to his back. the only grip you could get was on his denim jacket, but you didn’t care. his hips started to pick up pace, his face was squashed in the crook of your neck and you’d never felt more at peace.

at your words, driver shifted more. his hips started to move at a bruising pace as his cock dragged against your walls. you lifted your hips slightly and wrapped your legs around his hips, shifting his position and making him hit even harder and deeper inside of you.

as his tip started to hit your g-spot, both of you moaned in harmony. his was muffled by your skin, but yours was music to his ears. his hips snapped forward even faster than you thought possible, one of his hands creeping down your body to start rubbing your clit.

“fuck, right there.” you whimpered into his ear. the arm around his back tightened, holding onto him even more as he keep pounding into you. you could feel yourself dripping onto the clean sheets, driver’s fingers gliding over your clit expertly as he applied just the right amount of pressure.

the heels of your feet pressed harder into his lower back as your hand once wrapped in the sheets pulled his hair to get him to look at you.

“feels so good, baby,” you gazed into his eyes, your vision blurry. “fucking me so good, like always. always need you. only need you.”

at your words, driver growled once again. his hands moved to grip your thighs, pulling your legs from around his waist to push your knees up to your shoulders. his cock never left you, his hips still moving as he shifted you how he wanted and made you feel him even deeper.

“shit.” he groaned, his head now looking down between your legs as he watched his cock disappeared and reappear, completely covered and slick with your juices. the only sounds that could be heard were the slapping of skin, your laboured breathing and the squelching of your pussy.

driver was hitting so good and so deep inside of you, it didn’t take much longer for your orgasm to start to build in your stomach. he could feel you squeeze around him, hear your pathetic moans as he keep pounding into you.

“going to come f’me?” he asked sweetly, so innocently as if he hadn’t made a mess of you.

“yea,” you agreed, nodding your head as he looked at you. “yes, want to come for you. want you to come, too. need to feel you.” you tried to bargain with him, wanting him to fill you up as much as you wanted to come, maybe even more so.

“yeh? want me to fill you up? want my come inside of you?” he teased, looking up at you to see how fucked out you were. he had done that to you. “ask nicely.”

“yes, please,” you whimpered. “please, please come inside of me. fill me up.”

it didn’t take much longer of him rutting against you for you to come first. his fingers found your clit again and moved rapidly, white hot pleasure filling your fuzzy brain as you came hard on his cock. you squeezed him tightly, moans falling from your lips like a prayer as he kept his promise. ropes of warm come filled you as driver’s hips stuttered and they pressed into you one last time.

he dropped his head into your neck again, both of your chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. his weight on you felt like a blanket, keeping you safe as you came back down while shifting your legs and hips to a more comfortable position. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss into his hairline.

after a few moments, driver pulled away from you. a hand gripped the base of his cock as he pulled out, watching his come slide out of you slowly. as he sat back on his feet, he traced a single finger around your pussy, collecting his come and yours before leaning towards you. your mouth opened instantly, welcoming his finger as you sucked off your mixed come, keeping eye contact the whole time.

when he was satisfied, driver climbed off the bed, heading towards the bathroom opposite you. you heard him shuffling about for a moment before the tap ran shortly and then turned off. he walked back out in nothing but his stained boxers, a wet towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

he placed the glass on your side of the bed before sitting in between your legs once more. you nodded as he held the towel up to show you, trusting him to be gentle as he wiped your thighs and sensitive pussy. when he was done, he threw the towel on his bedside table before leaning down to kiss you softly, a silent question of how you were that you knew all to well by now.

you just nodded as he merely pulled away, your noses still touching as you whispered, “i’m okay. you were so good.” he smiled at you shyly before pulling away fully, holding his hand out for you to take. he helped you off the bed and carefully guided you towards the bathroom, making sure that you didn’t even wobble as you walked across the room.

as you used the toilet and freshened up, you heard him stripping the bed, riffling through the clean bed sheets to find a matching set before remaking what you had already done that morning.

the sight before you as you walked out was something you would always be grateful for. the old bedsheets and towel were in the laundry basket, ready to throw on tomorrow when either of you woke up. driver was laid on his side of the bed, the glass of water in hand as he waited for you, the sheets pulled back inviting you in.

you walked over and sat on the bed facing him, never once taking your eyes off his own. he handed you the glass and you drank the whole thing, knowing he wouldn’t let you sleep without it. you placed the glass down exactly where he had earlier before shifting to lay down next to him and curl up into his side.

he wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you got yourself comfortable and basked in his warmth.

“did so good for me.” he praised one last time, placing delicate kisses along your hairline and across your nose as he tangled your fingers together over his chest. “such a good girl.”

“jus’ wanted to look after you,” you replied sweetly, your voice quiet as you tried not to fall asleep. “wanted to make you feel better.”

“you did,” he promised, kissing you once more. “you always do.”

you hummed once more before letting sleep take you. you had driver in your arms and that’s all you needed. he laid awake a little while longer, listening to your relaxed breaths as you fell into a deep sleep. his thoughts were filled with you, of how you made him feel, of your future together. he never thought he’d be lucky enough to find someone like you, so he held you a little tighter as he fell asleep himself.

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“W-well, st-statistically speaking,” You smirked at the sound of his voice being a little higher than usual as you set another deliberately sensuous pace. “H-Human male anatomy follows a no-normal distribution curve---!” Ryland nearly yelped at the sensation of your walls tightening around his hard cock, pressing into places he wanted to memorize. You can’t help but smile breathlessly as his hands come to rest on your hips, helping ease you into a more leveraged position, feeling the tangled entrapment of your thigh muscles spasming. 

“T-technically, someone has-has to occupy the upper percentiles… It’s just…” He drew a deep breath in and fluttered his eyelids open to make eye contact with you when you swirled your hips once again, the friction almost too much for him to handle. “Probability, really.”

Ryland managed to growl out those last two words as his hands loosened enough to allow you to continue bouncing as you scientific compliment came rushing in and out of his brain, trying to cope as it mixed tediously with the pleasure running through his entire body. “B-but um…” He added, fingers digging into the fleshy skin that rested right above your hipbones and helped lead you into a better rhythm.

“T-thank you. I-I think?” He was not thinking, in fact. How was he supposed to when you were… Well, doing what you were doing?!

A gasp escaped your mouth as Ryland’s hips came to meet yours half way, the head of his cock pressing against the spongy part inside of you that made stars blister momentarily behind your eyes as you tossed your head back with a moan that sounded suspiciously like his name. “J-Just making an observation.”

“Yo-you’d be a great scientist.” The blonde man let out a shaky laugh, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as you captivated his gaze, hands daring enough now to come up along the scape of your curves to grasp your chest. “I-I suppose it’s one variable th-that’s working in my favor.”

“I think i-it’s working more in mine.” Your voice was nothing more than a low purr.  

Something about that caused Ryland to snap, and within moments, your back was against the bed and he was perfectly slotted between your open legs, your feet tucking into the fleshier nature of his lower back. He guided himself, eyes locked between your bodies and watching the stretch his cock gave you. The analytical scientist gave way to the man who was clearly pleased by your compliment even if he didn't know quite how to handle it. You lifted your hips up slightly to give way to a different angle, the slow drag of Ryland’s cock against your inner walls making you both gasp as he sunk back into you to the hilt. 

The room was nothing more than a hazy mess with cigarette smoke clinging to the open air and the dim glow of a single lamp on your lover’s bedside table. He was above you, his usually clumsy grace replaced by a focused intensity as he shoved your leg up, relishing in the sensation of your other wrapped lazily around his narrow waist. Holland’s hand grasped at the muscle of your calf, pulling you infinitely closer with each thrust of his hips, his breathing coming in ragged pants as his pink lips planted a heated, saliva stricken kiss to your leg.

You were completely lost in the sensation of his cock relentlessly pounding into you until you felt him shift, the mattress rippling as a new angle was introduced, the head of his shaft now hitting a spot that made you thrash your head back. 

“Fuck, Holland!” You moaned, one of your hands coming to grasp at his wrist, fingernails digging slightly into the skin there. He hissed into the moan that left his smirked mouth. “R-right there.”

“You like that, baby?” He responded with a guttural sound, picking up the pace and driving into you with what felt like a renewed purpose. You were getting close, your entire body was shouting at you. The tension in your stomach, your leg tensing around his waist and urging him even closer, your walls tightening around him to the point where Holland had the feeling you were going to milk him for all he was worth. More than okay in his book. “O-Oh, you r-really like that.”

“G-God, you’re so deep.” You squeezed your eyes shut and chomped onto your bottom lip, but that was pointless as another groan tore through the air. Irrationality was winning, as it so often did in the throes of pleasure. “You’re so fucking big, Holland.”

The blonde above you seemed to catch for a moment at that, a slower reluctance being placed into his thrusts as his breath caught in the hollow of his throat in a sickeningly sensual way for your eyes to feast on. You can feel his cock twitch inside if you, he must have been replaying your words again and again as a stuttery laugh escaped his lips, his upper half careening down so he could place a messy kiss to your mouth. 

“Jesus,” He murmured against your lips, tongue pressing against yours for a moment. “Y-You can’t just say…. Shit like that when I’m trying to concentrate.”

Holland let your leg go, instinct taking over and within moments, it joined your other around his slim hips, his forearms coming to trap you to the bed as his cock grinded into you. You moaned, “W-why not…? It’s true.”

His rhythm faltered the second you tightened around him intentionally, bringing your hips up to meet his before Holland found the willpower in himself to proceed. Deeper, harder this time. He needed you to cum on his cock. “B-because it makes me want to…” He trailed off, his words dissolving into nothingness as you clenched around him again. 

“To what?” You teased despite your tone being incredibly breathless. 

“T…To fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Holland forced himself to finish a coherent statement, dark, pupil blow eyes meeting yours in a heated frenzy. “Make you feel every,” He deliberately grinded his cock as hard as he could inside of you, “Inch.” He did it again, the compliment clearly going to his head and there was now a set pace as Holland was determined to prove your words right, over and over again.

Lars was always so careful with you, as if you were something too precious for this world that might break if he wasn’t paying enough attention. And as he shifted his hips, pressing into your warmth, earning himself a soft gasp from your lips, nothing screamed as aggressive or overdone. It was just you and your boyfriend, the evening light filtering through the curtains of his bedroom to cast warm glows to juxtapose against the Winter air outside as his cock stretched you in an almost overwhelmingly absurd way.

Your inner walls fluttered, spasming around his girth as he settled a bit more between your legs, letting them case around his larger body and easing his chest against yours as the dark blonde let a whimper leave his parted lips.

“L-Lars.” You whispered, your hand coming up to cup the side of his face, his eyes squeezed shut in focus as he himself was in an adjustment period. Common for him, you let Lars work it out the way he needed as you traced your thumb along his cheekbone. He couldn’t handle those dual sensations and a moment later, his head collapsed into the crevice of your neck as he gave an exploratory shuffle of his hips a few centimeters out before plunging back into you. 

“T-That feels really good.” You moaned softly into his ear causing a shiver to blister down his spine. 

“I like… I like when you ma-make those sounds…” He admitted, his voice strained and barely a notch above rationality. “It’s… It’s really nice…”

A smile tugs onto your face slowly as you tuck your fingers into his thick hair, seeking to motivate and calm him down from the prospect of overstimulation. “I like making those sounds for you…”

Lars’s cock twitched at that, the motion so minute but you could feel it inside of you as you shifted just a bit beneath him, readjusting on the pillow so you could look up at him properly when he pulled his head back. “A-And I like the way you feel around me…” His blue eyes drifted along your expression before they locked onto your lips as a sole point of concentration. “It’s… Tight but in a good way… A really… Good way…”

Your boyfriend's words made you clench around his heavy cock, causing him to gasp out, his eyes widening at the new sensation. “Oh-oh, that’s… That’s something…”

You nod in agreement as a blush overcomes your entire being, urging him down so you could place a gentle kiss to his lips. He had been asking silently by staring at your mouth, a whisperless thanks being given as his moustache tickled you as you muttered, “Y-you’re bigger than I expected.” There was that breathless laugh of yours that Lars thought was so cute. “Y-You feel so good in me.”

And for a moment, the man above you didn't respond. There was no motion from him until you felt the sting of a very deliberate drag of his cock against your walls that made you tremble. He pulled back from your neck, your skin immediately missing the heated sensation of his breath against it, Lars’s brows furrowed in minor confusion. 

“R-really?” He asked, and there’s something so genuinely surprised in his tone that it made your heart ache a little as you brushed your fingers through his hair as your words settled into the air and into his mind. Something shifted in Lars’s expression. The shock of your compliment slowly melted into something warmer, more confident. A shy smile tugged at the corner of his plush lips, his mustache lifting with it.

"I-I’ve never really… thought about it like… that…” Lars trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep red against his pale skin, only minorly disrupted by his facial stubble as he inched out of you before sinking back in as far as he could reach.

Your back arched off the bed slightly, pressing your taut chest against his as you let a low moan out. “Is… Is this okay?” Lars asked after a few moments, repeating his thrusting motion that sprinkled the best sensation along your core. “I do-don’t want to hurt you…” His voice was straining to keep itself contained and not delve too far into the pleasure. Yet. He would once he knew you were good to go. 

You nodded wordlessly, your mouth slightly agape as you sucked a breath in as Lars shuffled his hips against yours. “Y-You’re perfect, Lars.”

The cheap mattress of Colt’s trailer bed dipped beneath your knees, the worn sheets cool and contrasted against your palms, stark compared to the heat of the desert outside. Being on all fours was common now, it’s what the blonde stuntman liked as you arched your back to display the fleshy bounce of your ass for his hungry eyes.

His cock was so hard it felt like one little bit of attention made to it was going to make him cum as he positioned himself at your entrance, a small hiss leaving his mouth as he gripped his needy hard-on with one calloused hand, the other grasping with a possessive strength at your hip to get you in the most optimal angle. You were surely going to have bruises there in the morning, but it was all worth it. “Ready?” Colt asked, his voice low and rough, incredibly different from the charming demeanor he showed the film crew when performing stunts. 

You could only nod, your breath catching in your throat aggressively as he pushed in, painfully slow. The head of his cock disappeared as you were given time to adjust to the stretch. Even after all this time, the initial penetration was enough to make you go crazy, your head dipping as you urged your body not to shake prematurely as your toes curled. Colt watched his cock bury itself so deep inside of you that he couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than that point of primal contact.

“Fuuuuckkkk.” You gasped as air finally met your lungs again, his cock filling you up completely, his taut hips pressing against your ass and conforming against him like a puzzle piece. “Y-you're so big.”

“What was that?” His hands tightened on your hips, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Your cock.” You clarified with a huff, pushing back against him and causing the large man to stumble a bit before he regained composure. “It f-feels even bigger in this position. Like I-I’m being split in half.”

What a visual. Colt responded with a low chuckle as he began to move. It was slow at first, too slow for your liking as you grasped at the sheets with a tiny moan before it increased into a set rhythm. Enough to get you both going for now, but not enough to cause anything to be over too soon. If there was one thing Colt was good at, it was teetering on that very line.

“Yeah?” He grunted, a hand coming down to grasp at your ass and urge you to grind into him as the other wrapped delicately around your neck to keep you arched instead of letting your body falter. “Tell me more, baby.”

“So thick.” You moaned hoarsely as Colt picked up pace, jutting his cock into you as best he could, the sound of skin slapping skin seeping into the air of the small trailer, the controlled movements he was known for giving way to something far more urgent. The bed groaned loud under your combined weights as Colt drove into you, your body reacting as best it could as you met him thrust for thrust, pushing back to take him deeper as his long fingers exploded against your neck and held you. You needed every inch of him, and he had to know.

“I-I’m going to cum a-all over y-your big cock, Colt. Fuc… Fuck… don’t stop.”

Colt's rhythm faltered for a moment as he processed your words. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice strained. "You say things like that and I'm not going to last."

"Don't last then," you challenged, looking back at him over your shoulder. "Just fill me up and show me what a stuntman can really do."

Lazy mornings seemed rare with your lover. Even more so when he came home at the early hours of the morning, unexplained but always willing to tug himself into your bed with the favor of stress release. And this early Tuesday morning was no different, the predawn light filtering through the small blinds of your apartment, casting faint, gray stripes across the rumble sheets that were close to being discarded.

The air was cool on your exposed skin, raising goosebumps and hardening your nipples only to be soothed by the solid wall of heat pressed against your back. Driver was behind you, his chest a firm plane against your shoulder blades, one arm curled possessively around your waist and keeping you against him. His other hand was holding onto the base of his cock, teasing your entrance, urging you to prop your leg up so he could enter.

Not like it was even a question as you did just that, sleep still tugging on your movements as the blonde pushed into you with an inch by inch stroke that made a shudder explode down your spine, felt in Driver’s sternum as he pressed his chest more ardently to your back, lips barely ghosting against the shell of your ear as a silent moan cased there. Driver’s movements were always economical and precise, somewhat tearing more into the idea of performing a function rather than fucking but that’s just how it was.

There was an intensity to him that both thrilled you and unnerved some part of your rationality, but it made you only want him more as he focused behind you, shifting his hips against your ass and pressing deeper. You gasped softly, the hand around your waist dripping between your semi-open legs. 

Driver’s rhythm didn't change at your sound, but his blue eyes which has been closed, fixed on some obscure thought of his nice it was to be with someone like this, opened and slowly came to focus on your face. He watched you, his expression unreadable in the dim light but there was a crack in the facade as you moaned again, his mouth twitching. 

“Mmmmm… Y-You’re always so much bi-bigger than I remember, Driver.” You panted into the air, your voice barely a tangible whisper for him. But, he heard it. And for a moment, nothing changed. He continued his steady, measured pace of railing into you as if he didn't hear your compliment at all. “You feel incredible.” 

That was the nail he needed. You felt it - a subtle shift in his fingertips, the way he moved behind you before giving you a slightly deeper thrust forward. You groaned at that, feeling him stretch you like it was the first time, head tilting to the side. Driver’s gaze met yours immediately and you’re both frantically searching for something. 

“Y-You’re being awfully quiet.” You observed, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face as he thrusted deeper into you, his free hand coming up to grasp your thigh to keep your leg from rebounding and clamping shut. Driver didn't bother responding verbally, but you were in for a treat as he leaned his face in to capture your lips in a tired kiss, languid and bustling with the affection he so often chose to ignore because it was easier in his line of work. His lips brushed against yours before captivating down your jaw to your ear. 

“I’d rather listen to you than listen to me.” He moved behind you once again, the bed frame creaking a bit with that as his cock hit that spot inside of you that made you grasp at the side of his face in desperation, his thrusts becoming that much more purposeful, more attune to your reactions.

The compliment that had gone vaguely unnoticed, at least in your perspective, was driving him crazy to the point where Driver became irrationally focused on your pleasure, determined not to understand every nuance and sensation. He needed this more than he could tell you, so he was going to show you.

Driver:

Driver's quiet about his discontent with your bad mood. If he does ask if you're okay and you snap at him, he'll just look at you for a minute and then huff to himself.

He won't do anything instantly, he'll think over the pros and cons of going through with his idea.

Driver will be quiet when he comes to his decision, grab your hand gently and tug you towards the bed.

You go along with him, wondering what he's thinking but given his demeanor and the fact he's Driver, you trust him even when you're in a shit mood.

He'll pull you down onto the bed, strip you gently, and take him time. Why rush? He wants you to feel good from start to finish.

You'll forget all about how shitty you were feeling with how softly he treats you… and get distracted by how strong he is when he moves your body around so easily.

Definitely talks quietly the whole time, asking you how you are and if he's doing good… It's quiet, sure, but you always make sure you can hear what he's saying. You like hearing him after all, he has a sweet voice.

Driver doesn't always realize the effect he has on you, and is surprised when you cum faster than he anticipated. Will give you a brief break, wondering if perhaps that's enough to help you, but then decides to make you cum again so you'll be extra content for the day.

When he's done folding your body like a pretzel, he's gently cleaning you and rolling you up in blankets. You'll lay there calm and smile softly at him, and he knows he made the right choice.

Colt:

Colt's version of being strict when you're in a bad mood is just asking you if you're okay, and when you snap, he sighs a little and says "I have an idea" with a big smirk.

He could totally just throw you over his shoulder and drop you on the bed, make you beg a little before dipping inside you and asking "Feel better?" as you whine at him.

He's happy to get you quiet and content, sleepy after cumming… probably more than once knowing him.

He's not mean when he gets strict, just a bit more… teasing. He'll ask if you feel good, if you need more, make you beg for it through the whole thing… He looks very pleased with himself the whole thing, but his smile becomes sincere afterwards when you're relaxed.

He's always happy to help.

Luke:

Luke will ask you plainly what's got you so pissed off, and if you snap at him, he'll just raise an eyebrow and wonder if he needs to do something about your attitude.

Probably look you up and down, get in your space and then drag you away to somewhere secluded to deal with you.

Pulls your clothes down quickly, mouths at your neck and jaw, asks why you're being so damn rude to him as he squeezes himself between your legs.

Will make you beg… and he's smiling at you as you do it. Teasing you for what feels like hours before he ever does anything serious, just wanting you to forget about whatever's bothering you and only think about him and your need.

Could be quick and rough, or slow and sweet— it depends on his mood. If it's quick and rough, he's gentle afterwards— speaking with soft words and tracing patterns on your skin. If it's slow and sweet, he'll keep making you beg while fucking you slowly to drag out your arousal.

Will still treat you like glass afterwards, gathering up your clothes and laying next to you. He'll ask how you're feeling like he did before and smile all pleased with himself when you say you feel better.

Seb:

Already openly irritated by your attitude, even though he's trying not to snap at you. Maybe he's also had a long day so dealing with you is just adding to his frustrations, but he'll ask you— hopefully— kindly what's wrong. If you snark at him in response, he sighs and shakes his head. Unbelievable.

That's how you treat your boyfriend? He's got an issue with that and he has an idea of what to do.

He'll firmly take hold of you and take you to bed, making you strip for him as he stays fully clothed. Hell, maybe he's wearing a suit because he just came home from work. He's tired, so he's got a quick solution in mind for your attitude.

Will make you cum more than once, not just out of wanting to make you feel better, but out of pettiness for being rude to him.

Seb will drag out your arousal time and time again to make you cum more violently, smirking to himself as you whine and cry under him.

When he's done making you suffer so beautifully, he cleans you up and cuddles with you in bed— still clothed mind you. Seb will ask how you're feeling now, and when you say "better," he kisses your head lightly and rolls away and out of bed to get undressed.

“Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow- stop it!”

Your voice cuts through the humming ship. 

“Sorry!” 

Ryland winces as he releases your leg. It flops unceremoniously to his left, boxing him in. 

“Maybe we should try the floor again?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Heck no. That’s murder on my knees.” 

“Okay uh…” you close your eyes for a moment, trying to remember. “How did we do it before?”

“Exactly like this.” He insists, gesturing to your current position. 

“Really?”

The dorm set up wasn’t exactly… compatible for your current situation. The beds were far too small and far too high above the ground for anything stimulating. You tried the floor- too painful, then the wall- also painful, did you know that pipe-covered walls are integral to space travel? Who knew!

After various positions and placements, you opted to use one of the built in storage units; a cramped bumpout that barely had enough space for you to sit on. But still, where there’s a will there’s a way and you were gonna find it. 

“Maybe if I..?” You trail off, inching your legs forward. Your torso hangs off the ledge while you brace yourself with your forearms. 

“What? What is this?” He asks, inching back. “What are you doing?”

“Grab my legs.”

And he does. He grabs you by your knees. 

“No, my legs” 

“I am.” He insists, laughing as he pulls you up. You’re perpendicular to him now. “This isn’t gonna work.” 

“It is.” You strain, fighting against the artificial gravity. “It’s working, I’m making it work.” Despite your efforts your body gives in, slumping into the cold metal. 

You groan as you slide down the ledge and sink into the floor. Ryland joins you, dejected. 

“Well we had a good run.” He jokes, looping his arm around your shoulders. You lean into his chest, skin to skin. 

“If only we could turn off gravity.”

You stop. 

“I mean…” Ryland starts. Eyes meeting yours. 

One quick trip to the cockpit later and you’re both free floating. You fumble over each other, spinning mid-air as you float your way back to the dorms. 

“How have we never thought of this?” You beam excitedly, hands gripping the ladder to guide your way down. 

“I mean, it’s not like we’ve been doing this for a long time.” Ryland cuts through, following close behind. 

“Ok, ok what’s a position you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t?” You ask. 

Ryland thinks for a moment and grabs your hips, tilting you back slightly so you’re still facing him. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish positioning you. He doesn’t do anything else, you pause. 

“That’s it?” 

He sputters. “What do you mean that’s it?” 

“Missionary?”

“I like it!” He insists, offended. He leans forward, kissing your neck softly. “I can turn the gravity back on…”

“No! Missionary is fine. Love missionary.” You respond quickly, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your hair floats wildly around you, framing your face as you tilt your head back for him. 

His hand works between you, slowly opening you up with gentle circles. You choke back a moan as he slips a finger inside. Your eyes flutter shut as he pumps his hand in and out, his mouth moves down the column of your neck and to your shoulder. His name spills from your lips as he adds a second finger. 

You throw your head back as his lips move to your breast, tongue circling your nipple. You open your eyes and stare at the floor above you, slowly inching by as your bodies rotate mid air. Ryland kisses down your torso as he turns you in his hands, guiding your center closer to his mouth. He buries himself in you, teasing your clit with his tongue. Blue eyes gaze into yours as you run your hands through his hair. The sounds that come from you are downright sinful. 

“Fucking- please Ry.” You whine, gripping his blonde locks a little tighter. 

He pops off.

“Please what?” You can hear the stupid grin in his voice before you see it. 

You pout down (up?) at him, he raises his eyebrows in response. You groan. 

“Can you please fuck me?” You huff. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He replies smugly, snapping you right side up. 

His hands grip your hips tightly as he lines himself up with your waiting pussy. You lock your legs around his hips as he slowly inches into you, pushing and pulling your body against his cock. You moan into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin. He gasps your name as he writhes against you. 

It’s embarrassing how close you are, you haven’t been handled like this in… well, ever. Heat builds in your stomach as he moves you faster. In and out. 

He mumbles nonsense into your skin as he pulls you closer, rutting impossibly deep into your heat. You flutter around him, clenching as he finally coaxes you over the edge. He follows close behind, providing a few more pumps before pulling out. Thick ropes of cum spill out of him, clinging to his tip and globbing together mid air. 

“Oh my god.” You whisper, catching your breath against his shoulder. He holds you tight, mushing your bodies together as you continue to spin. 

“Yeah. I don’t think I can go back.” He admits. 

“Me neither.” You sigh, pressing a kiss into his lips. He’s quick to return the favor. 

“We should do that more often.” He whispers between kisses. 

“Please do not.” A robotic voice echoes through the halls, just out of sight. 

Shoot. Rocky. 

You’ve been trying to kiss him all night, trying to get him to do something. And while he enjoys the contact, he’s just very very close to being complete with his Review of Related Literature. After one last draft, he’d be done for the weekend.

“Rylandddd.” You wrap your arms around him, working hard to pull his mouth to yours.

This time, he finally relents, letting you taste his lips after hours of effort. And he loves it. Ravishes in how your arms tighten around him, the way you set his laptop aside so you can climb on his lap.

You’ve always been so shy. His sweet, shy girl. Barely initiating, and always blushing when he does. So, when you’re needy like this, he relishes every second of it.

“Not mad?” You’re still on his lips, so your words come out in a mumble. Your boyfriend easily annoys when he’s distracted from his work. You need to make sure he isn’t annoyed at you.

“Surprisingly not.”

It entices you, excites you as you dive back to keep nipping at his lower lip. He likes you like this. Likes how your fingers feel tightening around his biceps to keep him close. Likes how you roll your hips desperately against his clothed cock.

“Naughty girl.” Ryland pulls back, and you’re already trying to chase after his lips, eyes drooped and tunnelvisioned on his mouth. You only whine when you feel him bury his hands on the dip of your hips, halting your movements. “What is it you need, hm?”

“Ryy. Please. Please. Please.”

The words are desperate when they leave your mouth, your fingers transferring from his biceps to his hands on your hips to try and pry them off. You were starting to feel so good.

“Use your words.” He whispers against your ear, rough and raspy and so fucking dirty.

“Ryyyyy.”

You’re still shy, still unable to tell him what you need from him but Ryland wants to hear it so bad. Wants to hear you say you want him to fuck you, to use you.

“Words.”

One of his hands moves to bring your wrists together when you keep trying to pry wordlessly. “Don’t upset me, baby. You’re already on thin ice.”

His free hand traces your mouth, which is slightly open and trying to form the words he wants you to say. He sends a love tap against your cheek, encouraging you to tell him exactly what you need from him.

“Want you.” You whisper, eyes trailing down at his own lips before bringing your attention back to his eyes that are already looking down your loose top. His tongue moves over his lower lip as he drags a finger down your own bottom lip, stretching it out.

He wants nothing more than to shove his fingers in your mouth. “Be specific.”

“Want you to fuck me. Please.”

His hips buck up at the lewdness of your words, at how you’re so desperate for him to fuck you and fill you up. At the sight of your mouth forming those words, the sound of your sweet voice in sharp contrast with the filthy things you’re begging from him.

“You want me to fuck you? You’ll let me have you?”

“Please, please, please, please. Fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

He releases your hands, and it’s instant the way you latch your lips back on his. How you mimic your movements from earlier, trying desperately hard to create friction. How you pull at his shirt, tugging at it to let him know you want him to take it off.

“What did I tell you about using your words?” Ryland moans against your mouth, one finger hooking at the band of your shorts to pull them down your legs.

“Take it off, Ry, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His shirt is immediately discarded, taking yours with it.

Ryland lets his eyes roam over you for a moment, at the cute matching underwear you’re wearing for him, at how you’re still grinding against him desperately. Almost needy. His cock twitches at the sight of you and your fucked out eyes and your swollen lips from kissing him so harshly a few minutes ago.

And you’re so fucked out that you don’t process how he’s suddenly left the bed, at how he’d pulled you by the legs and dragged you by the foot of the bed, at how he’s hooking his fingers into your underwear to pull them down your legs. He’s moving so slow, and you can’t help squirm at his pace. It’s exactly what he wants you to do.

He’s stood there, one hand stroking his hard cock at the sight of your squirming cunt while his other hand blindly fishes out for a condom in his drawer.

You’re getting more and more impatient as he works the condom down his cock, and you’re whining and being such a brat, and Ryland loves it. He loves the breath of relief that leaves your mouth in between your little moans when he finally hovers over you.

One of your hands grip at his arm when he moves to remove his glasses, and you’re shaking your head desperately. “No, no. Keep them on. I want them on.”

“Oh, you want me to keep my glasses?” He smirks, pushing it up his nose as you whimper at the sight of him above you, and how close his cock is from your heat. “They’re gonna fall off.”

“Please.”

You’re pulling at his arm, bucking your hip to try and feel him. And you almost moan out when he finally reaches down to grip his cock, when he finally guides himself to press his tip against throbbing cunt. “Yes, yes, yes.”

God, he almost comes at your desperation, almost comes when he pushes himself deeper and you moan out so loud, so pretty. The sounds he’s making as he pushes himself in and out of you makes your cheeks turn pink, makes you wetter, makes you louder. And, the glasses do eventually fall off from how hard he’s fucking you.

“This what you wanted, huh?” His voice is rough, breath hot against your ears, and you can do nothing but repeatedly switch between ‘yes’ and ‘please’.

A very limited vocabulary as you’re so fucked out by the pleasure.

It only encourages him, fucking into you harder as you close your eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure that’s filling you. You’re pulling at his hair and gripping his back and clawing at him and your hands and mouth can’t behave as he fucks you.

“God, your pussy feels so good around me. Open wider baby, I know you can do that for me.” He grunts.

Ryland is a loud man during sex, whimpering and moaning into you just as much as you are. “You’re so sexy when you’re needy, baby. Fuck. Such a good girl.”

He’s still fucking into you, hard and fast. And when his eyes aren’t closed, they’re scanning your pretty face and the way your tits bounce after every thrust.

Your moans start to muffle when he drops his head down to kiss you as he keeps thrusting, keeps fucking you. And you’re so full of pleasure that you’re ill-prepared for the feeling of his other hand reaching down to your clit. The pressure of his length and his fingers together make you come around him, and Ryland whimpers at the way your pussy suddenly clenches around his cock.

“That’s it. That’s it, baby.”

He quickens his pace, hands gripping at your hips as he fucks himself into you until he finally comes, cock twitching inside of you as his hips stutter. He doesn’t draw out immediately, lets his cock keep filling you up even when you’re both trying to recover.

You’re breathing so heavily. Erratic. And he only pulls out after pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, letting himself drop down beside you on the bed.

- He notices your shyness long before you ever admit it. The way you hesitate before speaking in groups, how you quietly let other people talk over you, and how you always apologize for things that don’t need apologizing.

- Instead of pointing it out, he starts making room for you. During conversations he’ll casually say, “Hang on, I think they were about to say something,” before looking at you with the softest, most encouraging smile.

- He never pressures you to be more outgoing. If you only want to whisper your thoughts to him so he can repeat them, he’ll happily become your spokesperson.

- Whenever you’re overwhelmed in social settings, he instinctively shifts closer until your shoulders are brushing. It’s a silent reminder that you’re not facing everyone alone.

- Ryland absolutely melts when you quietly tug on the sleeve of his sweater to get his attention instead of calling his name.

- He finds it unbearably cute when you’re reading beside him. The room can stay completely silent for hours, only interrupted by him randomly blurting out, “Did you know octopuses…” before immediately apologizing for breaking the peace.

“Sorry. I forgot I was trying to let you enjoy the quiet.”

“…You can keep talking.”

That sentence lives in his head rent-free for weeks.

- Physical affection becomes your language together. A hand resting on his arm. Your head on his shoulder. Linking pinkies while walking. Tiny gestures that say everything you don’t always have words for.

- He learns your “I’m overwhelmed” tells surprisingly fast, avoiding eye contact, fidgeting with your sleeves, speaking even softer than usual, and quietly helps you leave before anyone else notices.

- If someone mistakes your quietness for being rude or uninterested, Ryland gently shuts it down. “They’re listening. They just don’t always talk a lot.” He says it so matter-of-factly that no one argues.

- He’s secretly thrilled whenever you’re comfortable enough to ramble about something you love. The first time you go on a five-minute tangent, he doesn’t interrupt once. He’s smiling the entire time because he knows how much trust that took.

“Wait…keep going.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I’m learning.”

- He has a habit of absentmindedly reaching for your hand whenever you’re somewhere crowded. Not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself, but because he knows it helps ground you and, if he’s honest, it calms him too.

- You’re one of the few people who can get him to lower his own energy level. Instead of talking nonstop, he’ll happily sit beside you watching the stars, enjoying the comfortable silence.

- If you hide behind him when meeting new people, he’ll pretend not to notice just to save you the embarrassment, but he absolutely angles himself so you’re shielded from most of the attention.

- His favorite compliments are the quiet ones.

“I like hearing your voice.”

“You don’t have to compete with anyone.”

“Take your time.”

- When you’re feeling especially anxious, he’ll gently ask yes-or-no questions instead of open-ended ones because he knows they’re easier to answer.

- If you ever apologize for “being too quiet,” he immediately shakes his head. “You know…people always act like silence is awkward.” He gives your hand a squeeze. “I think silence is nice. Especially with you.”

- The first time you initiate a hug instead of waiting for him, Ryland freezes for half a second before wrapping his arms around you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe. He quietly admits later that it made his entire week.

- At home, your relationship is wonderfully peaceful. You’ll read while he grades papers or works through equations, occasionally interrupting one another with a fun fact, a sleepy smile, or a request for a cuddle. Neither of you feels the need to fill every quiet moment, and that’s one of the reasons Ryland feels so at ease with you.

“Been wanting to do this for so long.” He’s muttering, moaning into your mouth.

“But Rock’s always listening.” His words are slurred, and he whines when you pull at his hair, when your fingers tangle into his messy tufts. “Never get the chance to have you like this.”

Finally, he pulls back, parted mouth and glazed eyes flickering from your shirt to your face. “Can I take this off, baby?”

There’s a tug on your shirt when he asks, and Ryland is eager to throw it away when you nod your head at him. He places his hands back where they’d been on your hips, then slowly, he runs his hands over your stomach and your tits.

“So beautiful.” He says, breathy, lips parted and staring unashamed. “Couldn’t believe it when I first woke up.”

He presses his lips back on yours, quiet groans and whines leaving his lips, and he’s completely unrestrained because he can finally be loud. His lips start following a trail down from your mouth, to your neck, before latching onto your breast.

You moan out at the sudden feeling in his mouth, at how his tongue moves over your nipple, at how he sucks so well. He switches to the other, giving each breast equal attention. “Such pretty noises. Wanna hear more.”

The way he mumbles against your tit sends vibrations all over your body, makes you clench your thighs around him, makes you roll your hips against his when you feel a persistent poke on your thigh from where you are atop of him. And the more you move, the deeper and drawn out his moans start to become.

He’s hard and harsh on any skin he can latch his mouth onto, the sensation of you dragging yourself against him feeding him enough to continue pressing kisses on your collarbones, your neck, your chin, your ear.

He’s gripping your hips tighter the more you grind on him.

“Fugggg—“

His eyes are shut close, and he’s squeezing your hips to slow down your movements because he’s afraid he might come already.

He doesn’t want to yet.

“Want your fingers in me. Please.” You pull your lower lip between your teeth, and you’re ill-prepared for the way his hand slips through the fabric of your bottoms, one finger tracing over your wet cunt before moving to rub slow circles on your clit.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he slips a finger inside of you, and then two, until you’re grinding on his fingers, head lolling back and forth as his fingers continue to fuck you until you’re shaking and whining from the sensitivity. “Fuck, yeah, just like that. Ryyyyy.”

Rocky is still asleep, so unaware of the way you’re moaning and panting and fiddling with his hair with your back arched. It’s such a filthy sight.

“More, more. Want you.”

“Want me in you?”

“Mhmmm… mhmm. Please.”

He’s so obedient, so eager to fuck you. Because in less than a second, your bottoms and panties are discarded, way too close to where your friend lays motionless, and Ryland moans louder than he ever has when he slips the head of his cock inside of you.

It’s immediately overwhelming. He was already having a hard time lasting when you’d fucked with clothes on, but with his cock inching and pushing into you as you sink down on him, he doesn’t think he’ll last more than a minute. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to hold off.

As soon as his entire length is in you, Ryland feezes because fuck, he’s already so close to cumming. If he moves even just the slightest, he’s going to release. It’ll be game over for the poor man.

“Baby, ‘m not gonna last. Fuuuuuh, you feel so good. Wait, wait, wait.”

Ryland has to take his time, build a bit of confidence before he finally starts to move. Deliberately slow, for his own sake, before allowing you to take control and move at a steadier pace.

He’s moaning and chanting your name, staring at how your tits bounce as you’re progressively moving harsher and harsher, and suddenly he’s fighting a losing battle against the pleasure that’s creeping into him.

Ryland doesn’t let the overwhelming feeling of his nearing orgasm stop his hand from reaching down to finish you off, hands working hard and rubbing on your clit so he can hear you finish. So he can see the way your face clenches.

And when you do, when you moan out his name, he finally lets himself unravel.

“Baby, baby, pull out. ‘M gonna cum, uhgh. Baby.”

He’s desperately warning you, face scrunching as he whimpers. There are tears forming in his eyes from the pleasure. His legs are shaking when you remove yourself from him, and his hips stutter one final time before hot white shoots everywhere.

It’s a mess, even coating a bit of the xenonite where Rocky is still peacefully sleeping.

“I can do that,” you laugh. He just lays there for a minute, soaking in your presence, and then you feel his fingers. He traces over the waistband of your leggings gently before he tugs at them, pulling until you need to lift your hips. Two taps against your thigh is all the signal you get, the quietest whimper of “please” sounding from under the blanket. You shift, letting him pull the fabric down your legs, smiling when he frees one leg and abandons the other. 

His nose presses to your panties, you feel him take a deep breath, and then he’s all action. A big hand shoves the layer out of his way, his mouth sealing over your cunt and tongue moving quickly. “Ry,” you gasp, hands flying under the blanket to grip his hair. He just grunts against you, not letting up. It’s strange not being able to see him, you register his legs hanging off the couch, his shoes still on his feet. You can feel the scratch of this suit jacket against your thighs, can picture the tie still around his neck while he feasts on you. The thought does something to you, a shiver running up your spine at your usually so composed boyfriend losing it like this, needing you so bad that he didn’t even stop to say hi.

He shakes his head a little, a groan tearing from his throat when you pull his hair. He’s sloppy with it, you can hear how wet you are, feel him slurping up everything you give him. The panties he’s working around are soaked, you squirm when they start to feel annoying. “Take them off,” you plead, helping him push them down, moaning when he licks around them like he can’t be bothered to move. You feel how he pants against you, his breath hot against your core. 

“Need you to come,” he sucks harder on your clit, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Please, baby,” even with his head between your legs, hidden under the blanket, completely in control, he’s the one begging. You grant him a moan, feel how he rolls his shoulders like he’s trying to make room to pull you closer. Warmth floods you, your orgasm approaching quickly under his precise movements.

He groans around your clit, flicking his tongue, massaging your bud just how he knows you like. It does the trick, pleasure rushing through you, your hands locking him in place against your spasming core. You hear him whispering between your own moans, quiet whines of “please,” “need it, baby,” and “yes, that’s it,” floating out from under the blanket. He doesn’t slow down, latching right back on to your clit and sucking hard. You jerk, a cry ripping from your throat, the sensation bordering too much. 

A sharp tug to his hair gets him off of you, a whine falling from his lips when you pull him away from his goal. “Not done,” he grumbles, placing a kiss on your thigh while he waits. You push the blanket off, finally seeing the state he’s in. His hair is a mess, roots damp from the heat, his eyes are glassy, lips and chin shining with your slick. A frown still pulls at his mouth, his brows pinched while he looks up at you from under his lashes. 

“Not done,” he repeats, biting your leg and holding eye contact. He flattens his tongue against your dripping center again, licking up the remnants of your last orgasm with a groan. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask quietly, running your hand from his hair down to his cheek. His eyes flutter shut, he leans into your touch with the softest whimper. The crease between his brows eases, he almost looks peaceful between your legs, like he’s right where he wants to be. 

He busies himself for another minute, his tongue licking into you when you roll your hips against him. “Just a bad day,” he finally starts talking, keeping his mouth pressed to you so nothing’s wasted. “Parents are mean,” he grumbles, “I can only do so much, they went to the principal.” You’re trying to listen, trying to be present for him but he’s making it really fucking hard. A soft hand through his hair is the most you can muster, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“It’s not my fault they’re raising an idiot,” he bites out, grinding his nose into your clit. Blue eyes open to meet yours, he looks absolutely gone. “Sorry, sweetheart,” you murmur, gasping when he wraps his lips around your bud again. You know that he’ll feel bad for saying that when he’s gotten his head back on straight, he’s always so protective of his students but their parents really get under his skin. “This is helping,” he shoots you a soft look, “just needed you like this.” 

He works you up again, moaning and groaning against you, hands finding a home on your hips to help you grind into him. Your high rolls through you easily, warming you down to your toes. He eats you through it again, pulling away only when you push his head back. His hands smooth over your legs, helping you relax back into the couch. Finally, he sits up, leaning over you slowly. You reach for his tie, pulling him to you with a sigh. He goes willingly, kissing you deeply, taking his time to make sure you get a good taste of yourself on his tongue. 

When you separate, he flashes you a small smile. He looks lighter, like he got it all out of his system. “I thought about doing that the whole ride home,” he laughs, burying his head in your neck and planting sweet kisses against your skin. You hum, “you feel better?” You kiss his temple, hand stroking his cheek gently. He nods, laying his body over yours with a sigh. He rests there for a minute, basking in how you play with his hair, a shudder rolling through him when you scratch lightly. 

“They went to the fucking principal,” he grumbles lowly, making you laugh. “I sent them emails once a week this whole semester and they still had the gall to say that I was neglecting their kid.” 

“What did the principal say?” You ask softly, running your nails down his back. “She told them that she’s looking into it,” he looks up at you, “she told me that she can’t wait until this kid gets to high school so we don’t have to deal with his dumbass parents ever again.” 

“Good,” you smile, “she’s got your back, let her handle it.” And he pushes up to kiss you again, sighing against your lips before he makes himself comfortable on your chest. 

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