#ryan babewood

The sauce was on the brink of boiling as you increased the stirring pace, licking your lips at the glorious smell. You were just about to pull the spaghetti out of the cupboard when the door swung open, revealing a disgruntled looking Ryan.

“Hey babe.” Your smile quickly faded as you noticed Ryan’s expression. “Whoa, what’s up?”

He just groaned and swept past you, going straight to the bedroom. It was normal for Ryan to have moods, but when he did, he would sit down and explain what was up. Not that day. You sighed, switching off the element and going after him. Behind the closed door of your bedroom, Ryan had collapsed face down on your bed. You silently cursed and perched next to him on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the embroidery on the covers.

“What’s wrong honey?” You managed to get out. He just groaned into the mattress, making his stress very evident. “Okay, I’m going to go make dinner, I’ll bring it in.”

You silently got up and exited the room, shutting the door as silently as you possibly can. Creeping down the stairs, you get back to cooking. The sauce needed reheating but other than that it was fine. The silence was deafening and in the end you decided, fuck it, you can play music. Sounds of your favourite band filled the air as you bounced along, singing to all the bits you could. Immersed in your singing and cooking, you didn’t notice the bedroom door opening. Nor the soft padding towards you. In fact, you didn't notice the large presence behind you until a minty breath ghosted on the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Wow, just looking at you, I feel so much better.” Ryan whispered. A breathy chuckle escaped your lips.

“You should be in bed, mister.” You spun on your heel and walked to the cupboard, opening it and reaching for the forgotten spaghetti. He let out an audible sigh as you plonk the container on the counter. Suddenly, there are arms on either side of you, not letting you escape, and a mouth latched to your neck. You let out girly giggles and turned to face the man who had been pestering you.

“Listen buddy, do you want dinner or not, because where we are heading will mean no dinner for a while.” His answer was a simple growl as he leant in and kissed you. You two shared slow morning smooches and quick pecks at work, but the best kisses were always night ones. They were filled with so much passion and lust, it would often leave you panting and red in the face. He pushed your pelvises together and you moaned, hands latching onto his neck. He did it again, shoving you back against the counter, seeming to enjoy your reactions.

His lips were rough and constantly moving on yours. You leaned forward into the kiss as his hands grabbed your hips, causing you to gasp. Taking the opportunity of your open mouth, he plunged his tongue into it. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose and give into his controlling actions, not that you really minded. Your tongues mingled, entwined together. You hummed happily, swaying to the faint music still playing in the background. His mouth gently moved further down your form, kissing along your jawline and leaving love bites at your junction next to your collarbone. You giggled as his breath tickled your sensitive skin. Each area he moved to, he would suck a mark into it before nipping at it slightly. Those actions would send shivers up your spine. Each place on your body he touched burned and ached for more. He really was amazing.

Both of you pulled apart as you heard the sauce begin to bubble over. You quickly switched off the hob and turned back to Ryan. He smiled, lips slightly swollen from the kissing.