sometimes when i feel alone and separate from the world, i think of everything inside my body. its with me without even realising it. it works non stop, even when im happy, even when im angry, even when im sad. all that and it doesnt stop, it even works to let me express my emotions. it allows my eyes to release tears to let my troubles fall away, it helps my chest take deep breaths in and out to calm down, and it allows my face to form a smile.
how beautiful, i need them and they need me. a relationship that starts and ends together. im never alone.
and to think some people fall in love and unite to create another beautiful relationship.
You stepped outside your tent to see Kazuha sitting a few feet away. The sun has just fully risen, and the scent and warmth of a new morning relaxes you completely.
You walk towards Kazuha and you can see the way he sits up straighter almost eagerly upon hearing your footsteps, and you can’t help but letting out a small laugh.
You sit yourself behind Kazuha and wrap your arms around his back, laying your head on his shoulder.
“Good morning, my star. Have you rested well?”
You hum in response. He turns his head slightly and you’re soon sharing a breath. No matter how enchanting the mornings may be, it’s nothing compared to your boyfriend. Kazuha presses a short, sweet kiss to your lips before he turns back around, focusing on the notebook and pen in his hand. you glare at him.
“That’s all I get?” You grumbled, and you can feel the laugh that bubbles out of him. “Patience, dove, there’ll be more later. We have all the time in the world, do we not?”
You smile, content with his words, and burry your face in his back. A few minutes pass filled with blissful silence between you two. The scratching of paper and the sounds of nature, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his warmth, him, you soak it all up. How lucky you are to be the one to hold him like this?
“What are you writing about?” You murmur.
“…I’m afraid I’ll have to keep that myself.”
You grin. He only refuses to show you his work when it’s incredibly sappy and romantic, which makes you all the more curious since it’s coming from him. You often joke around about him being able speak in flowers, which would earn you a glare or a blast of wind hitting your face.
“Is it about me?” You ask. Kazuha shakes his head. You brush your hand behind his ear and see the prettiest shade of red.
A burst of affection runs through you, and you find yourself pressing gentle kisses on the back of his neck.
Kazuha immediately tenses up, completely stopping him in his writing.“You’re distracting me, love. How do you expect me to concentrate on what im doing when you’re around?”
You snort.
“Do I make you nervous, Kazuha?” You ask cheekily.
Kazuha turns his head so that he’s facing you again, and you can see the embarrassment hidden in the small smile he gives you. He brings your hand that has been resting around his middle, and guides it to his heart. It’s so fast, you’re almost concerned.
“Very.”
hello good morning there's tears rolling down my cheeks rn÷*@;@&#;@#;
How would Revali react in a scenario where his s/o asks to take his braids out and, after he lets them, they gush about how beautiful his feathers are while running their fingers through them? Also, would he wear them out more often? (Your amazing art got me thinking, ok? Couldn't help myself.)
[A/N: *sweats as this was way longer than intended* I- uh, I really liked this request. XD and bruh, you’re so sweet and you flatter me and ewakfwrakg;bgrbvkgkfdvkfd;vbkd.]
The sun was making its way down past the horizon and at its peak of disappearing flushed the sky in a brilliant orange and periwinkle gradient. Its ethereal light cascaded across the land and you held your hand to the light attempting to catch its last rays. Inside Revali’s home you leaned against the railing completely enthralled from the view. The long day of training and wacky adventures were coming to an end and, although you were sore, you felt at ease.
Revali was stoking the fire to prepare dinner and you hummed at this tranquil atmosphere. From his spot, Revali would glance over to you now and then, smiling to himself how your presence was more than welcomed. He returned to stoke the fire, and hummed in disapproval at its lackluster flame. “[Name], I do dislike to pull you away from your sight seeing, but would you mind pulling the covers down? The breeze is not allowing me to make a proper flame.”
You looked over your shoulder as you heard his words and smiled before saluting, “Can do, Revali.”
One by one, the home became closed in and you were on the last tie for the entrance when a gust of wind blew through. You heard a low cry of aggravation from Revali and more muttering about “insufferable winds” before you finally untied the heavy flap. When you turned around you saw Revali rebuilding the fire and his feather brows twitched in concentration. You plopped down on your knees at his side, and watched his handy work while patting the top of your thighs.
He finally had it going and placed a cauldron over the flame then poured water in. While he was preparing everything you were taking in his home, but there wasn’t much else to look at so your eyes fell back onto him. He wasn’t even paying attention being too focus in his work to notice you admiring the colors and textures of his feathers. He was quite handsome and he knew it too, but you weren’t about to inflate his ego. Not yet, at least.
You smirked to yourself while your eyes followed the span of his head to his braids. It was strange to you that Ritos were able to braid their feathers, but then again most of the female Ritos had long locks. Not even thinking, your hand moved by itself up his head and caressed the side of his face. Revali jerked at the sudden contact and gazed at you questionably, but he did nothing to remove your hand.
You gave him a cheeky grin in response and began running your fingers along his cheek. He pressed into your palm before nuzzling it and pulled away to tend to the meal. However, you weren’t done with him yet and on your knees scooted closer. As you were about to put your hand on the back of his head, his voice called out, “Enlighten me, [Name], what do you think you are doing?” His tone held a playful scolding, never moving from his spot or turning to look back.
Even though he couldn’t see, you met his response with a beaming grin, “Lemme take your braids out~.”
He visibly stiffened and chose to look over his shoulder to give you an incredulous look. “Now, why would I let you do that? I am going out of my way to prepare us a delicious dinner, and you want to ruin it by getting feathers in it?”
“Awww, c’mon, Revali. I haven’t seen you ever with your braids down. It can’t get that much in the way, can it?” You clasped your hands together in mock begging, but he was not deterred.
His face felt flat as he raised a brow at you, “Your attempts at persuading me are pathetic. I advised you do not attempt to become a beggar in the near future.” He turned away, ripping cabbage apart and tossed it in the boiling water.
You only scrunched your face in displeasure and opting to squint at him in vengeance for his tactless response. You smashed your face into his back effectively startling him. “[Name], you are being a child.”
“If I was, I’d be throwin’ a tantrum about now.” You muttered into his back and he shuddered from the vibrations. He shifted his shoulders in an attempt to get you off, but you wrapped your arms around his waist. He sighed in defeat and shook his head. You had a devilish smirk on your face, your hands beginning to rub his sides. Your obnoxious grin only grew feeling him freeze under your touch.
At the time he was chopping vegetables and meat, but his productivity began to decline. Your hands made their way back to his spine, running along and checked off another victory seeing the feathers on his neck rise. From his spine trailing to his shoulder blades, your hands spread out kneading as they went. He must be enjoying it since he hadn’t spoken and shoved you off, so with his silent permission you began to massage his shoulders.
The sensation had him crunch into his neck feeling his taut muscles being worked out. He looked down at the cutting board finding it hard to focus, but he kept on. As you massage, you moved along to his neck and effectively rubbed knots out at the base of his skull. He grunted and felt himself becoming embarrassed, but he still made no attempt to stop you. Finally your hands trailed to his braids and one after another released them. You were in awe seeing the feathers expand like an elegant fan and stunned just how long they were.
“Wow…” Was all that left your lips, amazed how soft they look. You buried your face into them, and relished that they were indeed soft as they appeared. You forehead pressed through the feathers against his neck, hands still running through them causing his sighs become audible. He leaned back into your fingers and you hummed happily. “They’re so sofffft…”
He scoffed, his voice wavering just a tad, “O-of course, they are. Do you expect anything less?”
“You blowhard, can’t you just enjoy this?” You weren’t upset as your words made it out to be, and just smiled smothering your face in his velvet like feathers. “You look very dashing with them down, by the way…”
“Oh? What is this? Are you trying to flatter me?” His eyes were closed in peace as his voice rumbled under his breath. Your smile only grew as your arms wormed their way around his waist again, “Maybe….is it working?” “Splendidly.” He hummed, leaning back on his wings. “But how long do you plan on fawning over me? Did you forget I am making you my most special dish?” He gazed behind him trying to ensnare your eyes.
You let out a low whine playfully, and buried your face back into the feathers, “No, I didn’t….You cook while I get acquainted with your head.” You muttered, attempting to compromise.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval and was fighting against his resolve not to turn to mush, “Ah, ah. I do not need you hovering on me with a knife in my wing. I implore you to do this later.”
From his words your eyes sparkled in excitement, “Revali? Are you saying I can play with your feathers again?” You hugged him tightly as you felt happiness bubble in your stomach.
The feathers on his neck ruffled and he patted the hands caressing his abdomen. “Yes, yes, [Name].” He looked off to the side feeling his inside wriggle about and then felt you move away from him to give him space. He went to braid his feathers back, but paused before deciding otherwise.
The rest of the night you admired they way his feathers accentuated his silhouette and chowed down on his special broth. He couldn’t get over the look of joy on your face, but of course, he’d never say it aloud.
When you get the handsome, blonde molecular biologist on board with you to cuddle you to sleep.
Paring: Ryland Grace x crewmate!reader
Wc: 5.1k
Content: Fluff, cuddles, hurt comfort (?) (Honesty, half way through writing this I realized I didn’t fully know what hurt and comfort actually was, so I tried), mentions of struggle with insomnia and exhaustion.
Note: I don’t know why it is this long :(, also this is unedited, it’s currently 2 am here, so I’ll come back in the morning to edit it. It’s edited now!
Additional note: written form this request
“Okay, that's it for you today,” Ryland voiced, putting down the safety glasses that had hung around his neck after you guys had finished the previous experiment on the astrophage collected from the Petrova line of Tau Ceti. He straightened his back, causing you to follow suit from your slightly crouched position you had assumed previously to look over Grace’s shoulder at the results of the experiment on the console that sat on the table.
Ryland turned around, causing you to take a step back so that you wouldn’t be face against his toned chest. You saw him stand with one leg slightly protruded outwards, his weight slightly offset to the other one, his arms placed on his hips. He looked as if he was looking at one of his students that was giving him a hard time.
“What? What do you mean, we still have more tests to perform on the sample,” you stated, your voice coming out dryer than you had expected, pointing towards the clipboard that sat on the table and with your to-do list.
“I will finish them,” Ryland stated.
“And, I will hel-” you began, before getting cut off, a bit rudely in your opinion, by Ryland’s voice, his words making you raise an eyebrow at him in question.
“You're doing that again,” he commented, his arms moving to cross in front of his chest, from the position on his hips that they had assumed before.
“Doing what?”
“Playing with your hand, and pressing the back of your right one to try to alleviate the jittery pain you get when your lacking sleep and fighting back exhaustion," he replied with his very accurate analysis of your habits, his eyes scanning down to your hands, that were in the middle of the exact said motion.
As your brain registered his words, slightly delayed, because in fact you were truly exhausted, your movements halted mid movement, slowly sneaking your hands out of his sight, setting them behind your back.
“No-, no, no! That's not true, I am perfectly fine!” you exclaimed, your voice slightly cracking near the end, your lips pressing into a line out of embarrassment, as you looked everywhere but his eyes.
“I- I just hit my hand, just a tiny bit too hard against one of the fixtures when I was doing maintenance checks in the EVA room,” you told him accompanied by the motion of your hands putting an emphasis on the ‘tiny’, coming up with the excuse on the spot, your voice rising in pitch as you relayed it to him.
You could already tell by the way he looked at you through a point above his glasses, that sat lower on his nose bridge, and the way his head tilted to the side, almost as if asking you ‘really?’ that you knew he wasn’t buying what you were throwing at him. However, you had also made up your mind, and weren’t planning to back out now, out of whatever this was.
“It was an accident. I just was a little clumsy, probably cause I feel a little excited since we might have potentially found a way to save earth and Erid, you know,” you said, falling deeper into the web of your own lie, despite knowing that the web already had a big hole in the middle.
“Oh, I see. But you do seem to have these tiny accidents often in your excited clumsiness, and in the same area too…” he trailed off his words, pretending to be in thought about the peculiar situation you had described. Oh, he wasn’t cutting you any slack, why would he when his very stubborn and only human crew members refused to take the call of rest that their body required. Yes, that is what he told himself was the reason for why he was pressing on this matter so hard, and there definitely weren’t any personal feelings involved. Well, maybe there were, but he wasn’t ready to confront those just yet.
Ryland’s gaze softened as he took the time to look at you, while you were busy scanning the lab in an effort to find some way to escape from his conversation. He noticed the way the exhaustion was clear on your face, evident by the dark circles surrounding the rims of your under eyes, your eyelids a little puffy and red. He had noticed the way your eyes would squint when working on a task in order to fight the urge of your eyelids to close. The way you squeeze your thumb against your palm with your fingers to calm the little shakes of your hands. The way you would go to sleep later than him, but be already up before him, working on maintenance tasks around the ship as the engineer on board. He noticed it all.
When he had once gone to retrieve a pain killer from the medical kit, he found the melatonin gummies half empty. He noticed how over weeks you had shifted to using more powerful sleep medication that was on board, but even that now was starting to lose effectiveness to allow you enough sleep to last through the next awake cycle.
He had once asked Rocky about it, to which he found his suspicions to be confirmed, when Rocky said your sleep patterns had been quite irregular compared to his own. And how the amount of time you slept for had continued to decrease. He mentioned you would often just end up leaving the room when you would find your frustration with your lack of ability to fall asleep increase, as the hours passed of you just laying on your bed, just with your thoughts and the ambience of the ship's environment. Just quietly roaming the ship, with your headphones on, so as to not disturb him during his sleep. Or more often than not, you would end up in the observation room, looking out into the void that was painted with streaks of stars.
Ryland had once asked you about it, asking if you were doing okay, and if you were getting enough sleep, politely citing your prolonged grogginess he had noticed on some days. You just waved him off, making some random excuse that you came up with at the moment. He tried to ask you about it a few more times, he didn’t want to pry, but he also wanted to make sure you were okay, and that you knew he was here, if you needed someone to confide in.
“Honestly, I think I just might need a hug,” he recalls you stating, when he had asked you about it the third time amidst a casual conversation. He recalls the way your lips formed into a little pout, looking at him with awaiting eyes to see how he would react. Ready to jump into his arms if he would let you, but also ready to play it off as a joke if you had sensed any signs of discomfort from his side. But he hugged you, he did feel a little shy at first, but he thought maybe it might actually help you, maybe that was what you needed – the touch and comfort of another human. And just maybe, that was what he was needing all along as well.
However, it did end up becoming the perfect excuse for you to use, because whenever he questioned you about your lack of sleep that was reflected in a shift in your routinely habits, or the way your body seemed to be falling into a deeper state of exhaustion, you would just ask him for a hug. Assuring him that was all you needed. Though he would never admit it, his selfish self was starting to look forward to those hugs as well, and at times of his own frustration, wanting to walk up to you and ask for one himself.
Ryland still recalls the first time he met you, well at least the first time he met you on the ship. “Eye movement detected” he had heard the ship's automated voice ring through the ship. He recalls the excitement that had bubbled up inside of him. The only other human being on board with him had finally decided to break free of their slumber. Even though it was quite a bit after him, nevertheless he was just happy that you were awake and that he had someone by his side. He had left what he was doing in the lab, and literally sprinted, tumbling and all on the way to where you were in the ship.
By the time he made it inside the room, rubbing his head that he had bumped against the wall on his way, you were already crouched up against the wall, trying to stay away from the robotics arms that were trying to reach you. You looked up at him, squinting your eyes trying to get a clear image of him before you, trying to adjust to the lights after being in a coma for so long, before you called his name. “Dr. Grace.”
It was clear that you remembered, a lot more than him. When he shared that his own memories weren’t as intact as yours, you seemed to have fallen silent, receding yourself into your own bubble. You didn’t talk to him much during those initial few days, and frankly he was a little disappointed, but he also understood that you need the time to adjust and make sense of the situation that you both were in. But when you finally emerged from your little bubble, your attitude and personality was contrasting to what he had observed and his very own.
You had the personality of what they would call bubbly. Very energetic and determined. You were always doing something around the ship, revising on all the manuals, taking the initiative to make sure the ship was working correctly at all times as the engineer, always motivating him when he himself would be feeling down, providing solutions and a ‘can do’ attitude to whatever came your way.
In all honesty, Ryland really enjoyed your company, always supporting him in whatever idea he came up with, but also sounding a voice of reason when he might be going down a slippery slope, and most of all, playing into his own sense of humor. Often making him wonder about your dynamic back on earth. You frankly didn’t share much with him, because you were worried that it would put unnecessary strain on his brain if you shared all with him at once, at least that's what you told him was the reason. So instead, whenever he would recall some of his memories, he would share it with you, and you would provide insight here and there, where you thought it was necessary. He did find it quite frustrating at times, leading to an argument between you both at one point, but he eventually understood that you had your own reason for not being fully open with him.
He also found himself pondering on the thought about how you were always so enthusiastic on the thought of saving earth whenever you guys would get closer to the goals. He had once asked you the question about what if they didn’t succeed in the goal that they were sent here for, but you just said there would be nothing but success. He attributed your response to your derminted nature. He had also attributed your indifference to the part where this was a suicide mission as part of your nature. But he realizes now that he had been wrong, that maybe your energetic and almost playful persona might have been your way to cope with the situation you had found yourself to be in. You were struggling. Struggling in your own way, struggling with your own stresses, anxiety and thoughts, that was manifesting through insomnia.
Where he was struggling with the thoughts of not knowing, you were struggling with the thoughts of knowing too much.
“You know what Dr. Grace, I just think I need a hug,” he heard, your voice breaking him out of his train of thought. He focused on you again, seeing your lips forming a pout, your eyes shining like that of a pleading puppy, arms extended outwards. You started to step towards him, expecting this interaction to follow the routine procedure, but you halted as soon as you saw the soft shake of his head.
“Nope, not working this time,” he declared, determined to not fall for it this time, fighting the urge to hold you in his arms using the hug you were requesting as an excuse.
Ryland called out your name, very gentle and soft, the way you would call out to a kid you're trying to console them after they got refused their favourite treat. Your pout now turned into a small frown, almost feeling a little uneasy, because you knew that if he started to act like this, you won’t be able to fight back.
“Whattt,” you groaned.
“I swear I did sleep. In fact, I slept like a baby, right Rocky?” you call out, turning to the Eridian that sat in his little bubble enclosure, working on the chain needed to fish samples from the exoplanet in Tau Ceti’s orbit. You give him a small wink of the eyes, like he could see it and would understand what it meant. Honestly, you were just hoping to find some way out of this conversation with Grace.
“Rocky don’t know how human baby sleep,” Rocky stated, earning him a little snicker from Grace, causing you to look back at him with a glare, before turning back to Rocky as he began to speak again.
“(Last Name), move move move, only sleep for 7728 seconds of the 28800”
You let out a long exasperated groan, “Rock, we talked about this.” You had in fact asked him to keep you sleeping pattern he observed when watching over you and Ryland slept a secret, but you knew that Rocky clearly hadn’t received the memo.
“Grumpy. Angry. Lack of sleep affecting (last name),”
You threw your hands, giving up the conversation and using rocky as a means to escape, mumbling a ‘nevermind’. You took a deep breath, before turning to look at Ryland again, seeing him leaning against the lab table, hands at his side, a light hold on the edge of the surface.
“Dr. Grace, I am perfectly fine, I swear, and you know what will make me feel even better? If you let me help you with the experiments, so shall we continue,” you said walking over to the side, where you had been, going to grab at the control of the console.
But before you could, Ryland slid his body to the side, right in time to block your access. Maybe it was a bit of a miscalculation on his end, because now you were right in front of him, barely an inch between your bodies. You looked up at him with an intensity behind your eyes, your brows furrowed in frustration, as you crossed your arms in front of your body, your forearms now pushing against his hard and toned torso. Clearly signaling to him that you weren’t going to listen to him, so he better back off.
Grace swallowed the dryness away from his throat, for a moment he was going to back off, and let you have this win, and try to talk to you about this again, later, but seeing from this close, the tiredness was even more evident, so he couldn’t let this go now.
“You do really need to sleep, you can’t keep going on like this,” he says, very softly, and pleading to you with his eyes, just for your sake. Maybe you were a little angry, or maybe the lack of sleep was truly starting to fuck with you brain, beacuse the softenness in his voice didn’t seem to reach your ears, instead you pushed further.
“Stop going all teacher mode on me, Mr. Grace” you voiced though gritted teeth.
“Then stop acting as a stubborn middle schooler,” he shot back, his voice raising a little.
At that, you finally decided to back off and just listen cause you didn’t want to be a nuance when everyone was just looking out for you. You sighed, mumbling a little ‘sorry’, taking a step back, and in that motion Grace decided to take the initiative to turn you around, his hands pressed against your back, gently pushing you towards the door.
“Dr. Grace,” you whined, but let him push you towards the door, without much physical resistance, cause maybe the exhaustion was starting to catch up with your body now as well.
“Ryland!”
“Ry-Ry!”
“Rocky!” You called out to the alien who had continued to watch this whole fiasco from his enclosure, your elevated voice caused the alien to get up from his spot in a worry, thinking you and grace were seriously fighting. “Rocky, help, I'm being kidnapped,” you called. You think your brain is seriously starting to become mush from the lack of sleep.
“What is kid-nap, question?” the computerized voice rang through the lab, rocky skittering in place, unsure what to do.
“Rocky, don’t worry, I am just going to put (your name) to sleep, I will be back in 10 minutes,” Ryland called out, closing the lab door behind him, as your bodies exited the space. At this point, you had fully given up, now walking yourself to the sleeping quarters, Ryland trailing behind you.
You propped yourself up on the narrower side of the bed, letting yourself fall to the soft bedding, your back hitting the surface with a light plop sound, resting your forearm on top of your eyes, shielding them from the artificial light of the space, letting your eyes close.
It was quiet. And for you that was suffocating, because that was what had been playing a part in your struggles with sleep. The near silence felt as the darkness of the void that surrounded you had broken through some crack in the ship, surrounding you in endless emptiness, left only with the never ending pit of your thoughts that brought up unwanted emotions. You wanted to sleep, you were extremely tired, tired from all the thoughts that played into your minds, thoughts from your life on earth, all the achievements and regrets, the moments of happiness and sadness, thoughts of all the people you love, and even the ones not so much, refusing to let your brain be quiet.
And you felt so stupid, this stuff didn’t matter anymore, you had to save not just earth now, but also Erid, you didn’t have the time to delve into these useless thoughts. These thoughts kept your brain occupied, stripping you of the privilege of a proper sleep. And this lack of sleep was truly getting in the way of things now. You have been doing extra tasks around the ships, just occupying yourself with whatever you can in order to tire yourself out so that your brain would listen to the pleas of its body and let it rest, all while preparing to go fishing. You will be piloting the spacecraft when on the mission to receive the samples of life from the planet’s atmosphere, and you are afraid that your body's exhaustion will cost you, at a time you can not afford to make any mistakes, because so much depends on it. The lives of those on Erid, Earth, and even the lives of those now most dear to you, Rocky and … Ryland.
Ryland’s sweet voice, laced with evident concern for your well being, broke through the darkness that was starting to consume you once more. It was a call of your name, helping pull you out of your own void, forcing you to open your eyes. You just laid there for a moment, taking a few deep breaths, trying to regulate your breathing that had started to become staggering without you even realizing.
You could hear the sounds of Ryland’s breathing, feel the warmth radiating from his body against your legs. He was standing much closer now, just a few steps back from the bed. You forced yourself to get up, your legs dangling off the bed, as you looked up to meet Ryland’s eyes, which expressed everything he wanted to say through his words. None of you spoke for a few moments, letting the silence linger in the space between you. A silence that was usually daunting to you, wasn’t as much so today, because right now, there was a comforting pair of blue eyes present to look after you
“Is everything okay?”
He was the first to break the spell of silence. His voice was gentle, as if honey to the ears, but also cautious as to not cross any boundary that you might not allow him past. He watched as a frown appeared to set on your features, making him feel a little panicked.
“No, no- I,” Ryland pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to collect himself.
“Hey, I know you have been struggling with falling a sleep, something has been bothering you deep down, and I understand you might not want to share it with me, but,” he pauses, seeing the tearings starting roll over the bay of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as they fall to your lap, as the corners of your mouth twitch a little, as you fight the urge to break out into a proper sob. It aches his heart to see you like this, but he continues, stepping a little closer, his thighs slightly brushing against your knees, bending a little to be eye level with you, putting his hands on his knees.
“I’m here. I’m here for you, whatever you might need, or even if you want someone to talk to, I am here,” he finished, giving you a soft smile. At this point you were already sobbing, his words, his smile and his warm eyes were just so comforting that you just couldn’t help but cry.
Ryland stepped even closer, his arm reaching out to you, pulling your head to rest against his torso, rubbing one hand on your head in a soothing motion, while holding on to your hand that now gripped his shirt in effort to ground yourself. You wanted to let yourself get lost in his warmth and comfort he was providing you, but the guilt stopped you from letting yourself fully indulge. The guilt of knowing what happened to him on Earth. The guilt of knowing that he was likely sent on this mission against his will. The guilt that you knew, but didn’t have it in you to tell him the truth. Would he still comfort you like this if he knew? If he knew what you had kept from him? You weren’t fully sure.
He called out to you again, his voice breaking through the clouded thoughts. You didn’t reply to him, but he knew you were listening by the way your grip on his shirt tightened. “I know how much this all means to you, this whole mission. And I know you have been working extra hard these past couple of days, pushing yourself over your limit,” he acknowledged, continuing to rub soothingly on your head, while his other hand squeezed yours more tightly. “But, I need you to rest, sleep when your body allows you to. Yea?”
You shook your head to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say, snuggling a little closer into his chest, both of your arms warping around his waist, because you weren't ready to let go, just yet. He waited for you to fully calm down, letting you embrace him to seek your own comfort, which he found his happiness in.
Once your crying had finally stopped, the dry tears staining your cheeks, feeling calmed down enough you pulled away from Ryland. However, you refused to look him in the eyes, instead focusing your attention to your hands in your palms instead, because you were feeling a little embarrassed for this whole situation and for making a mess of his shirt with your tears.
“Sorry, I made a mess of your shirt, you can give it to me and I'll clean it for you,” you said, apologizing for what you had done. He shook his head, which you couldn’t fully see because you still refused to look at him. “Are you feeling better now?” he questioned, to which you replied with a small yes.
“Well, that's good. Then you can make a mess of my shirt whenever you like if it helps you calm down,” he assured, but wait that didn't sound right, it came out way worse than he had meant it to. Oh, he needed to quickly clarify what he had meant. As his brain was thinking of the right way to rectify, your laugh made its way to his ears, and that instantly made his brian to stop working for a moment. It had been a while since he had last heard you laugh, hearing it now instantly made a smile to appear on his lips.
“Okay, get some rest now,” he said, ruffling your hair a little in an affectionate manner. As he was about to turn around to leave the space, you grabbed his wrist, making him halt mid movement. He turned to you to see that you were finally looking at him again, eyes still a little glossy from your little cry session earlier.
“Can’t you sleep with me?”
His body froze. Okay, maybe his own state of exhaustion was starting to catch up to him as well cause he was starting to hear things now. But the expression that he saw on your face, matching his with your wide eyes and arched brows, confirmed that he in fact heard you correctly. A shade of red crept up his face, a very loud visual of his fluster state.
You instantly let go of his wrist, when your own brain processed what had come out of your mouth. You were starting to think that your brain had become soup at this point from the lack of sleep, and left your body with the flow of your tears. What the fudge did just say to him!
“Wait, Wait! That's not what I meant,” you started frantically shaking your hands in front of you. “What I meant to ask was, if you would keep me company,” you tried to clarify, regretting even thinking of asking in the first place.
“Um-”
“I’m so sorry, please just forget what I said,” you requested, the embarrassment wanting you to eject yourself out of the air lock. You erratically shifted to pull your legs onto the bed, laying yourself down, and fully hiding yourself under your blanket, trying to avoid Ryland’s eyes. “I’ll try to get some sleep, now” you exclaimed from under the piece of fabric you had hid yourself under.
You heard nothing in response, not even the sound of him leaving the room. He was still there, unbeknownst to you that he was fighting his inner self on what to do, because the selfish side of him wanted to jump to your side and embrace you in his arms, but the rational side of him thought the best option would be for him to leave and let you rest.
It was perfectly still for a moment before you heard the shuffling of Ryland's feet, which seemed to be moving closer rather than heading for the door, before they came to a standstill as you felt his presence near the bed. You peek your head out of the blanket to see him standing near the bedside.
“Okay,” he says.
“Okay?” You ask, a little confused.
“i’ll keep you company, until you fall asleep. I mean, I need a little break as well anyway?” he replied, finding a reason to stay, a lazy smile tugging at his lips, causing a little grin to break onto your lips, as you adjusted to give him space on this already small twin bed.
Ryland found himself laying next to you, his arms folded under his head, to put as much physical space between your bodies as possible, to be courteous of your personal space and again, to not cross any boundaries you may not want him crossing. He looked at the ceiling, as did you, only the sounds of your breathing intermingling, the buzzing of the Hail Mary filling the space between you.
Ryland felt you turn to your side, facing him, feeling your gaze on him, as you just admired his beautiful side profile for a few moments. He felt your arm drape around his torso, causing his body to go stiff. You waited. Waited for him to push your hand away, but he didn’t. Instead, he unfolded one of his arms, and laid it out straight in the space on the bed, right above where your head was. And you took this as an invitation to shift closer, to bury yourself to the side of his toned body, resting your head on his bicep.
You could feel his heartbeat, drumming through your ear. It was a little elevated at first, due to your sudden proximity, but as you both settled in, finding comfort in each other's warmth, your heart beats started to slow, your breathing finding a common rhythm as the spell of sleep started to wash over.
“Ry” you called out to him in a gentle whisper, as to not wake him up had he already fallen under the spell, looking up at him. You heard a little ‘hmm’ from him, as his droopy eyes looked down at you, a sleepy smile resting on his lips.
“Thank you”
He just gave you a loving smile in response to your words, before he whispered a ‘go to sleep’, shifting his eyes back to look at the metal ceiling. At that, you snuggled yourself closer, if that was even even possible, before finally closing your eyes. It was quiet, but it wasn’t so suffocating when you were in his arms, by his side. Your brain at last let itself shut off, allowing your body the much needed sleep. But that wasn’t before you felt Grace’s hand gently playing with your hair, helping your body lull itself to sleep. .
At some point, your body awoke for a few moments, and you realized that Grace had joined you in much needed slumber. His hand that was under his head, now wrapped around you causing you to smile against his chest before your body fell back to sleep.
Note: Again, I don’t know what this is, but I hope it at least brought a smile to your face!
Summary: Your first date with Ryland was a disaster. At least he thinks so. And he believes that he absolutely must make up for it at the end of the night. After all, he desperately wants a second date so… he apologises for being such a chaotic date in the only way he knows how. And hopes that it works.
a/n: blond man with the fluffy hair and nerdy glasses so fine he got me out of ‘retirement’
The date went horribly.
According to him at least.
You hadn’t made up an excuse, or had a fake emergency phone call at any point that got you out of dinner. But Ryland knew he’d fucked it up tonight. He was genuinely surprised that you stayed till the end. It was a simple date, nothing too fancy. And yet he believed he had ruined your night by yapping your ears off. He talked about everything and nothing all at once. His kids at school, his classes, his new research, all of it and more.
He was a little embarrassed now upon realising that he’d been talking so much the whole night, rarely ever stopping. And he was so certain you’d never want to talk or even text him again. But then you asked him if he wanted to walk you home.
Ryland agreed a little too quickly. Then he felt embarrassed again. But you just laughed at his awkward little mumbles as he tried to play it cool.
The whole walk he promised himself he’d finally ask you questions and let you do the talking. But he ended up going off on yet another random tangent about why physical laws even exist at all. In his defense, your follow-up questions were so engaging that he felt like he could keep this conversation going forever.
Before Ryland knew it, you were both standing on the steps leading to your front porch. With the soft golden light like a halo all around you, Ryland knew in that moment that you were the most stunning woman he had ever and will ever meet. And he felt even worse about the evening.
He couldn’t keep it in anymore. So he rambled on.
“I’m sorry,” He said, followed quickly by, “I know I’ve been a– a mess. I am a mess.” He repeated and carried on talking. “I really wanted tonight to go well and I ruined everything by talking so much. About school, about my research, about my students and work and– and I didn’t even ask you anything about yourself, or where you are from. I barely even let you speak. Or tell me anything about yourself. On top of that I’m wearing this stupid shirt. That’s not even the worst part. I didn’t let you speak. Can you believe that? I went on a date with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met and I didn’t even ask her where she was born. All I know is that you moved here, but I mean–,”
You cut him off by gently grabbing him by the collars of his blazer and pulling him in for a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it so Ryland was stunned for a second or two. Then he finally kissed you back, his arms instinctively finding themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.
Fuck, he thought to himself, it felt nice to have his arms around you.
When you pulled away, Ryland was still a little stunned. All he did was blink at you with his clear blue ocean eyes. He quickly reached up and adjusted his glasses which slid down his nose. But he said nothing. He just stared down at you.
You kept your hands around his shoulders, looking down quickly and noticed that some type of nerdy t-shirt peeked through the blazer. It only made him even more attractive. What a nerd, you thought, sighing with adoration.
“Listen here, Dr. Grace.” You teased him playfully, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you if I didn’t like a passionate, awkward, kind of nerdy, incredibly handsome, and talkative man. Okay?” You smiled up at him.
“Okay?” He sounded just a little confused. Poor thing.
You leaned in and gave him yet another sweet kiss on the cheek. His rough stubble tickling your mouth as you did. Ryland spoke then, yet again apologising, “I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible first date. But I would really like a second one. Please, I’ll be better. I promise.” He said, giving you those sad puppy eyes. The depths of which one could write endless poems about.
“You wanna come in for a bit?” You suggested. “And maybe we can talk about that second date?” You spoke, your hands deliberately trailing down his body. From his shoulders to his chest. He was nice and tall, the right amount of lean and muscular. Lots and lots of terrain to explore.
Ryland was quiet, apparently captivated by the way your hands delicately roamed down his chest. His breathing deepened. His brain was short circuiting. All he could do was silently follow your hands and fingers as they drew random shapes all over his chest. He was certain you’d be able to feel his heart thundering inside his chest by now.
“Ryland?”
“Yeah. Yes? I’m listening.” He said, then cleared his throat. He hadn’t been listening.
Fuck he was so adorable when nervous.
“Do you plan on lingering out on my front porch, or will you please come inside so I can kiss you like I’ve been dying to all night?”
—
Stumbling into bed with Ryland crashing into you as you fell made you feel like you were floating. Like you were on a cloud and everything was perfect. Ryland was almost as giddy as you were. His touch was gentle, and a little hesitant. He waited for a greenlight from you each time his touch and kisses got more and more heated. He’d do that thing where he’d reach for you, but then look at you over his glasses to see if it was okay, then he’d proceed enthusiastically.
It made you all warm and fuzzy inside each time he did that.
Contrary to what Ryland thought, you would say you had a great night. Nice food with a gorgeous, intelligent man who was gentle and kind and cared about his job and the environment. Who also happened to be a passionate speaker, and who spent the whole night entertaining you with his silly stories and elaborate scientific theories and more. What bliss!
“We can slow down,” Ryland said, in between steamy kisses, “If you want.” Another quick kiss. “We can watch a movie, or–,” He cut himself off by kissing you harder, pulling you closer. “We don’t have to, I mean I want to, but it’s not like I’m expecting you to–,”
“Ryland. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Okay.”
When you finally got him out of his blazer, you had to take a moment and giggle over his dorky t-shirt. One with a giant cat sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked down and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Please tell me you have another one of these.” You said, already working to get him out of the t-shirt.
“I… I do.” He sounded defeated as he tossed his shirt over his head, messing up his glasses.
“Good,” You fixed his glasses for him before you climbed onto his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed. Looking glorious, even more so than before now that he was shirtless, just in his jeans. “Because you’re leaving this one right here. For me.” You laughed when he tried to hide his face into the crook of your neck.
“You can keep it.” His voice sounded all muffled as he spoke into your neck. Then he pulled away and looked up, his rough cheek tickling your skin in the process again. “As long as I get to take you out on another date.”
When you smiled and nodded at him, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, Ryland felt like the world around him had gotten a little brighter.
And he kissed you back with equal excitement, flipping you around and laying you down in bed as he hovered above you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It is a ‘yes’, Dr. Grace.” You confirmed, reaching to touch his face.
Ryland smiled and said, “Well then I better make up for tonight’s disaster.” He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry again, I keep rambling anytime I have the chance.” He kissed further down your neck as he spoke. “Shut me up next time. Tell me to shut up. Please.”
You giggled as he kissed and carefully bit your skin along your collarbones, making you arch your back, pressing your body further into him. “I will.” You spoke, then gasped in pleasure and surprise when you felt Ryland’s warm hands on your inner thighs.
He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, “Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hands right where they were on your skin.
“Yes.” You whispered, then gasped again when he dove back in to kiss your neck while his hands caressed your thighs, massaging them gently. Almost lovingly. His touch was so slow in fact that you were getting more and more desperate the longer he took to touch you where you craved him the most. “Ryland?” You couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even gotten you out of your dress yet. Meanwhile he was shirtless, all that body on display and torturing you.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you. Mouth mere inches off your skin.
You almost groaned at how he genuinely seemed to have no idea how badly you wanted him. “Please stop teasing me.” You began lowering the shoulder straps of your dress all by yourself. You needed him. Now.
But Ryland stopped you by carefully seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He did it so smoothly too. “Now, when did I say you could do that?” He whispered against your open mouth. “Hmm? Did I ask you to do that?”
You shook your head, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and wondering where that dominant tone came from. You weren’t complaining. Quite the contrary. “No. You didn’t.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. I said I was gonna make it up to you, didn’t I? Well, I am. So let me take my time. Okay, baby? I know you want it. I can feel it. You think I can’t tell how wet you are by the way you’re drenching my hand.” For emphasis, he pressed his fingers in between your legs, pressing against your very wet, very thin underwear. “Hmm? You think I can’t tell?”
“Ryland, please…” You whimpered when you realised he was purposely messing with you. And who knows for how long he intended to do that.
“Oh poor you.” He teased, leaning closer until your warm breaths mingled. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you worry. Just let me take my time. I’ve got you. I know what you want, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just… let me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, making you whimper again, “Can you let me take my time with you?”
“Fuck…” You mumbled. “Yes. Yes, please. Just… I need you to touch me, Ryland. Please.” You begged.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He took his time in sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, dragging the soft fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked and exposed under him.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled to himself as his kisses followed the fabric of the dress lowering down your torso.
You shivered once he left your dress bunched around your waist carelessly, not fully undressing you. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air that you shivered. It was because of how intensely Ryland was staring at you. His glasses had slid down that perfect nose yet again, he didn’t adjust it this time. And somehow it made him look even hotter.
Fuck. Being so attracted to a man’s glasses’ placement has to be a more worrying issue. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was needing his hands on you.
By the time Ryland finally got to actually touching you, you were a whimpering, panting, needy mess. Just writhing under him. Your brain all foggy. Your body aching with desire.
But he was such a fucking tease it was driving you insane.
He kissed down your exposed torso, your hips, your thighs, whispering, “Look at you, huh? So needy.” He kissed right above your clit, his warm breath making your body come alive. “Is this what you want? You want me to make you feel good? Huh, baby? Talk to me, come on. Use your words.”
You weren’t sure if you’d sound coherent if you spoke but you tried your best. “Yes, please. Ryland… make it feel good.”
“I will.” He whispered, as his hands spread your legs and you felt his mouth right on top of you. Hungry. Seeking. Wanting. His warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart to give him better access.
It was rare to find a man who knew what he was doing down there. Especially with his mouth. But Ryland surprised you yet again with that skilled tongue of his. Your hand moved lazily, fingers sliding easily into his luscious, silky soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
You felt like your body was melting under his touch. His hands rubbing your thighs adoringly while his mouth drove you insane. He was good at making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue, skilled and soft against your wet folds. His lips with the right amount of suction on your clit.
You held yourself up for a moment, your elbows digging into your mattress as you looked down at him. All that golden skin, that faint layer of sweat all over him… he looked divine.
Then there were those eyes…
Even through his glasses you could see the spark in them. You saw how they lit up each time you let out a higher pitch moan, or each time your fingers tugged on his hair, scratching his scalp so good he even let out a moan himself while he ate you out.
“Fuck. Ryland.” You cried out, writhing under him as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. Teasing you with the softest, deliberate licks. You couldn’t look away then. His stare was intense, giving you chills despite the heat inside you rising like never before.
He smirked then. The sound of his name leaving your mouth so desperately gave him such a rush. It drove him crazy. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He whispered, his rough stubble brushing against your skin, rough against your inner thighs. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds. “What about this? You like this? You sound like you do.” He paused for a second, slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit for a taste and said, “You sure taste like you do.” His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, then down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Ryland had you coming undone all over his tongue in no time. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
With his arms keeping you pinned to the mattress and unable to escape, he was so quick to figure out what worked and what didn’t. What made you squeeze his head in between your thighs and what made your back arch. What made you tug on his hair harder because he loved that and what made you breathless.
“Come for me.” He whispered, before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Devouring you. His tongue moved in a way that made you lose control.
You were gasping for air, moaning his name, wanting more, and more, and more… You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
Ryland finally let go of your shaky legs and kissed his way up your body, hovering above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, look away from his pink, glistening lips. His hair was definitely messier now that you’d been so rough with it. You slid your hands back into his hair, massaging his scalp a little.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment, savouring your touch. Then opened his eyes again and asked, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, looking up at him. “I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure.
Ryland smiled down at you. “I know you did. Pretty sure I have scratches all over my neck. Gonna have to wear some turtlenecks to work for a day or two.”
You both laughed.
Then you asked, “Can I touch you now?” Your hands were already reaching down for his belt. He nodded, but you were already undoing his buckle as you pushed Ryland down on the bed next to you and got on top of him, straddling his lap. The rough denim brushing against your bare thighs.
Ryland reached out to touch your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You can do whatever you want.”
So you did. In no time you were in between his legs, ass up in the air, with his cock in your mouth.
Ryland had that pleading look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispered, still caressing your face lovingly as your tongue teased him in the best ways. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I like how you look at me.”
He held your head gently, in that same adoring manner you were starting to get used to, and watched you intently with parted pink lips, gasping in pleasure, as you took him. “There we go.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you?” His voice was so gentle. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
You held his stare and nodded.
Ryland was so gentle with you. Even as his gasps and moans got louder and louder.
“Fuck.” He swore. “You want more, baby?” He lifted his hips up slowly, he held your head gently and pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you wanted?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers clawed at his thighs through his jeans as he groaned and grunted, filling your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He swore again. “God damn it, baby, slow down.” His voice cracked as he grunted while also moving his hips, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and helping you swallow more and more of him. His head tilted back, his lips parted as he gasped for air while you moved your mouth up and down his cock. And he looked glorious while he lost control. Those damn glasses almost falling off his face.
You teased him as much as you could, but he soon began begging for you to stop.
“Come on,” He pleaded. “I can’t come yet, baby please.”
Followed by more pleas.
“Please, I really wanna fuck you.”
“Oh my god, please slow down.”
“Please don’t make me come yet.”
“Slow down, baby.”
All said in a desperate hiss.
You weren’t ready for the whimpers that followed his pleas. And you almost gave in and made him come because his moans and whimpers were so damn hot, but then you slowed to a stop. Pulling away and straddling him again.
Ryland did his best to catch his breath before flipping you two around, pinning you into the mattress again. Yet he was still panting as he looked down at you, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Had your fun?” He asked, using that playful, stern tone from earlier again.
He sounded so different from the man who was whimpering just a minute earlier.
You nodded, giggling, and clearly still riding that high from earlier. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Ryland let out a little laugh as he leaned in to kiss your nose. Then the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, and down your neck. “Can I make you feel good again now? Hmm? Can I please fuck you, baby?”
You whined before answering, your back arching already. “Yes, Ryland.”
“Well spread your legs then,” He made you laugh again with his sudden, straightforward demand.
But you obeyed quickly. Ryland cradled your head in his hands, holding you so tenderly as if he thought you were fragile.
“I’ve got you.” He said, as he held your stare, slowly sliding inside of you, both of you moaning softly as he went.
“Ryland…” You hissed in pleasure, unable to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “Where have you been all my life, huh?”
You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “Oh fuck, Ryland…” You gasped.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. He held you close as he moved his hips.
“You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you.
“I know.” He almost whimpered again.
He pulled away to watch you. Ryland held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, he watched his cock slowly moving in and out of you then leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moans in the process.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips expertly. You thanked whoever or whatever taught him how to do that. You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you.
You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Ocean blue, now familiar.
“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand instinctively wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me. My pretty girl.”
His voice was driving you insane. You moaned at how perfect his lean body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved. And you slid your fingers into his hair, tugging on it even more now that you knew he liked it. He probably liked it a little too much since he wouldn’t stop letting out discreet whimpers each time you gave his hair a slightly hard pull.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.
Ryland looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. “Hey,” He spoke softly, his thumb toying with your lower lip. “Look at me.” When you did, he whispered, “Just hold on, okay? Don’t come yet. Just a little longer, baby.”
You nodded, eyes half closed, but unsure if you could. He felt so fucking good and you were right on the edge… right on that fucking edge…
He must have noticed your eyes rolling back because he spoke again.
“Come on, baby.” He pleaded again, pressing his warm forehead against yours. “I know, I know.” He reassured you. “But just hold it for me, okay? Just a minute longer, baby. I know you can do it.” He murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tenderness and care in his voice only made you clench around him again.
“Oh look at you. You can’t even hold it a little longer.” He gave you a lazy, cocky smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His hand squeezed your throat just a little, making you moan even louder. He gave you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock then, come on.”
You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his eager fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“That’s it.” He cooed when your moans got louder. “You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him.
Ryland kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Fuck.” He hissed again, then groaned as he quickly pulled out just in time and came all over your thighs.
You whined and whimpered as you felt his cum drip down your thighs.
“Fuck…” You whined as you caught your breath.
“Come here,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into his damp, but warm chest for a cuddle. You curled up against him in no time.
He panted, still catching his breath. “I think you deserve the t-shirt.”
You chuckled, still lust-drunk. “I think you deserve a second date.”
