❥・Ryland Grace — cite your sources (nsfw)
❥・tags: nsfw, ryland grace blurb, established relationship, college au, he's so eepy, ryland was SO an arrogant person in college tyty, eater!grace, fingers in mouth, so much praise, mild dumbification (in the sense that he praises you to hell while you go dumb), gn!nicknames (sunshine, baby), gn!reader, no use of y/n
Ryland’s at your door. It’s barely midnight.
When opened, you see your very tired-looking boyfriend in a wrinkled tee and slouchy pajama pants, glasses hanging haphazardly on one ear.
“What’s the face?” you huff a laugh, stepping aside for him to enter.
“I've been up nearly every night this week adding your edits from our last read-through of my dissertation,” he mumbles, handing you his paper, tossing his glasses onto your desk, and shutting your door behind him.
“‘An Analysis of Water Based Assumptions and Recalibration of Expectations for Evolutionary Models’. You took my edit to make the title more cohesive,” you note, “sounds fancier. Better than ‘Analysis of Water Based Lifeforms’ and whatever whatever,” you mumble, settling onto your bed, already starting to read.
“You’re so… nitpicky,” he huffed in half-frustration and half-appreciation, pressing a quick kiss on your temple.
“Mm. Well, I know how important this paper is, Ry. I want to make sure my edits align with ASM formatting and whatnot. If you think about it, I’m the one struggling, since I’m not familiar with this citation style,” you comment, glancing up from the paper briefly as he settles on standing in front of you.
You don't miss that look in his eyes. You know, the one he has when he’s stressed and tired and oh so pent up.
He leans over you, warm palms pressed on your knees as you read over the abstract of his paper, his eyes tracing your features.
“How’s the paper?” he mumbles quietly, hands running up your thighs slowly.
“Good. Same as before. You didn't make any major edits to the abstract?” You glance up at him again.
“Nothing major, sunshine,” he whispers, one of his hands meeting your shoulder to push you onto your back.
“Do you want me to help you or not?” you huff softly, adjusting your grip on the paper to hold it properly now that you are lying down.
“You’re helping plenty. I just need a little more help,” he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat.
His fingers pull on the band of your shorts, a silent request for consent.
You nod. He’s slow with the fabric, pulling it down your legs and tossing the shorts onto your desk chair.
“Just… keep reading,” he mumbles, pressing slow kisses on your inner thighs, his stubble prickling against your skin.
“Ry,” you start, a shuddering sigh escaping your lungs when he licks near your entrance.
“Let me make it worth it, sunshine. I know I'm pushing my paper onto you for no payment. I can… I can help us both,” he whispers, kissing your skin to punctuate his words.
Your eyes flick over the same sentence a few times as he continues kissing and licking between your legs, strained groans rumbling in your chest as you try to focus on the paper.
“You’re so smart. So so helpful to me, baby,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes peeking up from between your legs. His arm reaches up, fingers pushing against your lips.
“Open,” he says softly before giving a slow lick against your sensitive parts.
You shiver at the sensation, parting your lips as he pushes his middle and ring fingers into your mouth.
Your saliva coats his fingers as he continues working his mouth against you, grunting softly against your skin as he feels himself tense up.
He pulls his fingers from your mouth, eyes peeking up at you again.
“Breathe,” is all he says before he eases his wet fingers into your entrance.
He continues licking and sucking on your most sensitive parts, fingers working to stretch your entrance.
Your breath becomes shaky as you near your peak, warm cum spurting out as his fingers curl into you. You whine quietly, a small noise in the back of your throat.
“I love when you make that noise, sunshine,” he whispers, licking up any stray beads of cum from your skin.
“Spelling,” you say softly.
“You have a spelling error. On page 12,” you say slowly, whining quietly when he pulls his fingers out before thrusting them back in quickly.
“Ah, okay. Mark it for me, baby?” he hums before returning between your legs to draw out another orgasm.
“Yeah, I um…” You start feeling spacey as he gets a good rhythm going.
“Pen, or… something,” you huff quietly, finally settling on dog-earing the page. You continue reading to the best of your abilities while your boyfriend is trying his hardest to make you cum on his tongue again.
You buck your hips against his face, earning a quiet grunt and a gentle shove of your hips back onto the mattress as his fingers pump faster.
“The um, the grammar. In this… this sentence,” you stammer, fingers gripping the paper tightly as he pushes you over the edge again.
“Mm, yeah?” his voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, causing your legs to shake as your cum coats his tongue again.
“The- the sentence. It flows weird,” you say slowly, whimpering softly as you push the last of your cum out.
“Does it?” he hums softly, standing from his spot on the floor, still slightly bent over to keep his fingers warm inside you.
You nod, eyes outlining his bulge as he pulls his pants off. You've missed this. Him. He’s been so busy with his dissertation; it's been the only reason you've seen him in the past few weeks.
“You're doing so good right now,” he mumbles softly, stroking himself with his free hand while the other one pumps into you slowly.
“So smart, reading and correcting my paper. Even when you’re not in my major or familiar with the citation style. So so smart, baby,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out.
“What page are you on now, sunshine?” he says softly, adjusting himself to line up with your entrance.
You stammer out “something-teen”, a quiet moan cutting off your words as he pushes himself into you.
“Such a fast reader,” he says slowly, guiding your legs to hook around him.
“How many mistakes have you found so far, baby?” Ryland whispers into your ear as he rocks his hips ever so slowly into yours, grinding deep into you.
You mumble something of an answer, not quite coherent, as his hips roll into yours, painstakingly slow.
“Didn’t quite catch that,” he mumbles softly, licking the skin of your neck.
Rather than words, all Ryland gets from you are soft gasps and moans.
“C'mon, baby. I need some feedback on my paper. Don't you want to help me?” His teeth graze your skin, earning a quiet sigh from you.
You nod slowly, eyes drifting from the paper to the ceiling as you reach your peak again, legs clasping tightly around his waist.
“Sunshine,” he mumbles softly, lifting his head from the crook of your neck, breath hitching slightly as he helps you ride out your high.
You whine softly in response, earning a huff from your boyfriend.
“C’mon… use your words for me,” he whispers, peppering kisses on your jawline.
Slow, steady rolls of his hips continue. Soft praises and featherlight kisses litter the silence as your senses slowly drift to focus solely on him.
You don’t know how long he’s been going at it until you feel the familiar sensation of a cold towel wiping you down.
“You did so good for me, sunshine. And you got about halfway through the paper this time. Good job,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.
❥・a/n: the way i would freak this man ,, consider mr staggering waste of carbon had an ego in college bc hes j soooo smart tyvm ,, love yall and stay safe !! <3
