ryland & the lippie collection | a collaboration with @gosverse
this is a collection of 4 drabbles based on a certain flavor of lip balm ; birthed after talking about this with saint!
check out her part of the collab here 🤓
highly suggestive, lots of kissing like intense making out, freak o’clock, he sucks ur fingers in the first one oops, mdni !!!!!! semi-smut !!!!! he gets off in one of these but just from kissing, and uhhhh kissing ur boobs
1. SALTED CARAMEL — ryland is stumped! he can’t seem to guess the flavor this time
“What is it?!”
Ryland is nothing but competitive, so when he can’t guess the flavor of lip balm you’re wearing when he’s usually so good at it, it makes him a little irritated.
“Hint, please?”
You’re shaking your head, smiling at him innocently. “Nope.”
“Alright, stay still.” He sighs, diving back in to kiss you, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he runs a tongue down your bottom lip.
Ryland pulls back, breathing in pants from all the kissing, but he still doesn’t know. “It’s like, it’s sweet but it isn’t. Wait.”
He’s leaning in again, eyes boring into your lower lip before taking it in between his teeth. He takes his sweet time, slow and concentrated and trying so damn hard to figure it out because you’re refusing to tell him.
“Is it strawberry glaze? No, no it isn’t. I know what strawberry glaze tastes like.”
You can’t even answer him because he’s already contradicting himself. It’s adorable, really, how he’s making a big deal out of not knowing. “Is this a new release? Baby please, spare me. Let me know.”
“Maybe if you suck it off my fingers, you’ll know.”
“This is just a ploy to get me to suck you.”
“Correct.”
You’re giggling, hiding the lip balm from him as you smear some on your pointer and middle finger, pushing it towards him with an innocent smile.
Ryland closes his mouth around your fingers, and you immediately feel a pressure from his tongue as he slides it down your fingers, sucking all the lip balm off before pulling his mouth off with a pop.
“Caramel?”
“So close, baby.”
“Alright, just… one last. Lips.”
You’re reapplying it already without further instructions, and when you turn back to him with a full application on your lips, a hand is reaching out to your cheeks and he’s leaning down to catch your lips, planting his mouth back on yours until it’s dry despite having just reapplied.
When he pulls back, you know he has the answer when his eyes widen in recognition. “It’s salted caramel! You haven’t worn this in so long, I thought you didn’t have it anymore.”
“Bought a new one.” You smile sheepishly at your boyfriend who is only encouraging you.
“Well… since I got it right.” Ryland trails on, hand moving down your ass and pulling you flush against him. “How about a reward?”
2. WATERMELON — it’s a very hot day, and ryland is craving some watermelon!
“You smell nice.”
You turn to your boyfriend at the sound of his voice, currently wearing an all too tight shirt for him, and looking relaxed with his eys closed and his arms behind his head. (Holy biceps.)
It’s a hot, sticky day. The type of day where it’s hard to do much because of the heat. It’s why you and Ryland had decided to stay in, fan on full and lounging on your couch lest you wanted to suffer under the stinging heat of the sun.
“Must be my new lip balm. It’s watermelon.” You say, a finger naturally coming up to your bottom lip to swipe a bit of the gloss to maybe confirm that it’s what Ryland had commented on.
“Mmm.” His chest rumbles, one eye peeking open at the mention of a new flavor. If he was a dog, his tail would’ve started wagging at his favorite words.
Lip balm. Watermelon.
You can feel him inching closer to you. “Watermelon’s good on hot days like these.”
“Is it?”
“I love watermelon.” You shiver at the warm breath ghosting along your ear. You know what he’s going to do next, but it still doesn’t prepare you for the way his large hand moves to cup your cheeks, tilting your head so you’re looking at him. “Don’t mind if I do.”
You bite back a whimper as his lips press on yours, teeth already sinking into your bottom lip. It’s practiced. Almost habit whenever he kisses you. “Tastes so good.”
The way he mumbles against your lips sends vibrations all over your body, heat already starting to pool between your legs. Doesn’t help much when he’s shifting you on his lap.
“Ryyy.” You’re complaining, the heat relentless and sending beads of sweat down your neck and your back due to the body heat. “It’s hot.”
He doesn’t listen to you, reasoning you could just wash off the sweat in the shower later together.
For now, he’ll keep tasting the watermelon, heavenly flavor in the humid summer heat, off your lips, chewing and gnawing and sucking especially on your lower lip.
You feel so sticky everywhere. Your shirt is clinging onto you the way Ryland loves because it gives him the perfect sight of your nipples against the thin fabric of your almost see-through shirt. And his mouth is sticky against yours, lip balm and saliva smeared against his mouth as he keeps kissing you, licking off the watermelon flavor.
You really can’t help but moan into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.
You have to grip on his biceps to stop yourself from falling back from how eager he’s kissing you right now, his free hand gripping your hip, while his other remains firmly on your cheeks so you can’t pull away until he says he’s done.
Ryland has made the mistake of letting go once or twice before, though your attempts are still in vain because every time you’d pull away, he’d only follow you with his lips immediately latching on your bottom lip, tongue sliding in your mouth.
When the flavor finally wipes off, he pulls away with glassed over eyes and swollen lips.
Though, not as swollen as your lower lip from where he’d bitten and sucked on. He can’t stop staring at it, how red your lips are, how there’s still a string of saliva there that’s probably his.
“Think I’m gonna have some more watermelon later.”
3. RASPBERRY JELLY — lazy making out with ryland and his favorite lip balm flavor
You are on his bed, and his familiar hand is at its place cupping your cheek, and his lips are in their place on your lips, sinking deeper and deeper, until it’s impossible to get any closer to you.
Every time you pull away, it only takes Ryland a couple of seconds to catch up before he’s tugging your face towards him, leaning down to press his lips against yours again and again and again.
It’s been an hour of just slow, lazy, making out with him. It’s Saturday tomorrow, which means he has no work waiting for him, means he can take his sweet time kissing away the raspberry jelly taste off your lips. His favorite.
Sometimes, when you want him to makeout with you, the hint is in raspberry jelly.
He gets so hard whenever he tastes this particular flavor off of you, you know because you’d seen him try to adjust his cock in his sweatpants earlier, but he never does anything like he does if it were any other flavor.
He just keeps lapping and kissing and sucking at your swollen lips.
As if it was enough to get him off.
“Baby, you’re hard. Want me to help you out?”
Ryland’s face heats up, but he’s shaking his head. He wants to tell you he always gets hard around you, but he can’t say anything except, “No, just wanna keep kissing. I like this flavor.”
If he says too much, it’s time away that he could be spending attached to your lips.
His tongue flicks out to drag against your bottom lip, hand finally dropping from your cheeks to the dip of your hips, one hand trailing down your thighs. He taps once, and you know he wants permission for him to push his tongue down your throat.
Ryland whimpers when you start to palm him, hand that had been on your thigh moving to grasp your wrist to stop you. The firm pressure makes you wet.
“No, no, I’m already close.” He’s mumbling against your lips, still working hard to devour you, letting his tongue move against yours and every part of your mouth it can get to.
His hips are starting to buck up, twitching and stuttering at how much he gets off on making out with you, and only then does he remove the pressure from your wrist to signal to you that it’s okay to touch him now.
It doesn’t even take a minute before he’s letting out a loud groan, head tilted back and panting heavily as he stains his own sweatpants. He doesn’t care, doesn’t even think twice about it when he’s looking at you with the shyest eyes.
“Could you apply some more of that raspberry jelly lip balm baby?”
4. TIRAMISU — he can’t keep his hands off u after date night! your lip balm is the perfect dessert
Ryland can’t keep his hands off of you, red tight dress hugging onto your figure so perfectly that his lips are immediately latched onto your neck the moment you get into your shared apartment.
You couldn’t even get dessert from how eager your boyfriend had been to get home.
He’s nipping and lapping harshly on your skin when he finally allows himself a taste of your lips, and when he does, he almost has whiplash from how fast he pulls back. That’s definitely a new flavor.
“Tiramisu?”
“You’re getting good at that, babe.”
“Perfect. Guess I’ll have my dessert here, then.” His lips are immediately back on yours, sucking with the eagerness of thinking about it all night over dinner—holding you, and touching you, and getting to have his way with you.
You’re so absorbed by the overwhelming feeling of how he’s kissing you, and how hard he feels against your thigh that you don’t realize he’d been reaching down your purse blindly until he finally fishes out exactly what he was looking for.
He’s already uncapping your lipbalm, squeezing its contents down your neck and onto your chest. The sudden stickiness has you pulling back, head not catching up with what your boyfriend is trying to do until you watch his tongue lick your neck.
You can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips, can’t even bring yourself to complain that he was wasting your lip balm because is it really wasting it feels this fucking good?
Ryland’s tongue is still busy, dragging down a long trail from your neck down to your chest. God, he really needs to beg you to wear more low-necked tops and dresses after today.
“So sweet. Best tiramisu I’ve ever had.” He’s mumbling against your skin, mouth already attached on your neck, and a hand trying to desperately zip your dress down until your tits are exposed to him.
He moans at the sight, hand fumbling to pick the tube of lip balm back so he could squeeze some of its contents on your hard nipples.
“Such a mess. Let me just clean that up for you.”
Without hesitation, his tongue starts licking in slow, circular motions on your left tit, a hand making sure the other is being paid attention to as he cups and squeezes and rubs on it vehemently.
A ragged breath leaves you at the pure and utter bliss you’re feeling, head thrown back as he keeps sucking and licking with his warm, eager tongue at the tiramisu flavored lip balm he’d lathered your tits in.
You can feel your boyfriend get harder and harder as you keep moaning and whimpering.
He gives your breast one last lick before he pulls away. And God, he looks so intoxicated, staring at how your dress is pooling by your waist and how plump and hard your breasts are, and the shimmering glint of his saliva and your lip balm on your skin.
“Bed, now. I’ve got an idea where else I could lick tiramisu off you.”
