Thinking about puppy!Teacher Ryland after a long day of work 😛
(A very very self indulgent Drabble 😛😛😛)
His classes were ALL insufferable today for no particular reason. He could’ve sworn every single kid was off something cause it was so bad. Everything was getting on his nerves and all he wanted to do is go home to you, but you? Oh you had OTHER plans. The SECOND he starts getting whiny over text between classes you know exactly what you’re gonna do to him, starting with picking him up from work, like the sweet lovely angel you are.
The end of his work day comes around which is about an hour after the kids all leave. You pull your car up towards the employee exit and spot him: restless and walking out of the building with a scowl GLUED to him. The people around him give questioning but not judgmental second glances at him because yeah he’s walking around looking like he’s about to punch someone for breathing too loud but you know better. You know he’s just a big huffy puppy waiting to get his teeth on something, and you are ABSOLUTELY ready to give that no questions asked (cause obviously?????)
Ryland is too busy huffing and puffing to even spot your car which is literally right in front of his face, so you have to either honk at him or shout from the window. After a moment of thought you decide to honk as it would cause less unnecessary attention than hollering at him in the middle of his work parking lot. So you honk, two gentle taps. Loud enough to alert him of your presence but not loud enough to make people question anything.
Ryland snaps his head towards you so fast you half expect it to fly off his neck. It has NO RIGHT to be so hilariously adorable and you wanna snicker so bad but you hold it in for dear life. His scowl immediately turns into a grumpy pout, like a dog avoiding bath time or something equally absurd yet adorable. He walks to your car without a second thought and climbs into the passenger seat, silent except for his huffs and puffs, which are still coming frequently but seem more dramatic than before. He’s just BEGGING for attention and you know it.
As you peel your car out of the lot you slide your hand onto his knee. Innocent enough in nature for him to not suspect anything immediately but firm enough to get his mind racing with what he secretly (but not really) wants from you.
As soon as you stop at a red light far enough away from the lot, you slide your hand up from his knee to his jaw and trace his pouting bottom lip with the tip of your nail. Peak affectionate condescension, which is exactly what you know he needs to make that huffing and puffing start turning into whimpering and begging. Ryland instinctively opens his mouth just enough for your thumb to slip in and whines involuntarily as you put just the SLIGHTEST bit of pressure on it. He is SO needy and whiny today, squirming under your every slight touch like he’s never been touched before in his whole life, which he obviously has but pouty puppy!Ryland LOVES his theatrics more than he has any right to.
The minute you pull into the driveway of your house, you pull your hand out of his mouth and he looks at you like you just blew up Vancouver. He’s SO pent up that the second you pull away to do something as small as unbuckling your seatbelt he’s whining like a sad dog who got told no to more treats. You ‘tsk’ at him with that same tone you know makes his knees weak and his breath hitches immediately. Good. He’s starting to turn back into a your good puppy instead of the whiny brat he’s been the whole ride home.
You get out of the car and Ryland perks up and follows you out towards the house, looking every bit of the lost puppy he really is right now. Your sarcastic astrophysicist boyfriend who could probably choke you out in all of 30 seconds with those DELICIOUS biceps of his, is nothing but a needy puppy just for you right now
As soon as you get into the house you give him a minute or two to shrug off his jacket and shoes the same way he always does when he gets home from work, and then? You’re ON HIM.
You push him up against the wall and kiss him before he has time to process anything or whine again. The moment he kisses you back you tangle your hand into his soft locks and tug him closer like he’s a puppet and that’s where his strings are. He whimpers, yes WHIMPERS, pathetically into your mouth and leans into your hand needly while he kisses you a little more dazed. You pull back from the kiss and he whines again before you grip him by his tie like a makeshift leash because let’s be real here, it is, and you start dragging him towards your bedroom. He squeaks in surprise but doesn’t protest at all, just lets you drag all 6 feet of him like a woman on a mission; and that mission? Fuck that puppy STUPID.
As soon as you get him into your room you toss him onto the fluffy bed (you made it before picking him up because you’re just so sexy and thoughtful like that) and you straddle his hips and pin his arms above his head, kissing him again. Ryland puts up no fight, not a single protest in sight, just continuous whines and needy whimpers as he kisses you back like a man starved. Within a MINUTE the sounds of hands quickly but efficiently undoing buttons (his shirt and jeans), Ryland’s shameless panting and whining (GODDDD) fabric rustling, and lips on warm skin quickly start filling the room. By the time you’ve got him in just his boxers (that make his hard on VERY visible) he’s full on panting and shuddering HARD at the slightest brush of your fingers against his skin.
You pull back from the kiss but before Ryland can even begin to whine you tug his boxers down JUST enough to wrap your hand around him bare. He lets out the loudest most undignified pathetic sexy foul feral primal whiny groan EVER in human history. Just straight up shamelessly fucking into your hand like a bitch in heat. And you’re so amused that you don’t stop him… for now. You let him chase his high or at least try to by just rutting into your hand, you know it’s not gonna help him at all but he’s too far gone to listen to anything but his dick. That big brain of his is useless, his other head is going ALLLL the thinking for him, and right now all it wants is that sweet, sweet release.
After a few minutes, he’s so wrecked and visibly sexually frustrated that it makes you wanna squirt just from looking at him. You finally decide to show some mercy and take him into your mouth. No teasing, just making your puppy feel good again. Ryland immediately starts bucking his hips up, rutting into your mouth shamelessly while babbling incoherently. You hold his hips still but quicken your pace enough to get him close within a matter of minutes. You feel him tense up under you and start clawing at the sheets (not your hair. He’s too respectful for that). You wrap a hand around him with JUST the right amount of pressure and start moving it in time with your mouth, and he’s GONE. Cumming so hard that his back is arched so far off the bed he resembles a pornstar, whining so loud you’re pretty sure the house across the street could hear, but you don’t care…cause you’re not done. Ryland whimpers again as you swallow every drop and then start licking him clean.
Before he can even begin to start forming coherent sentences again, you’re spitting on your fingers and pressing them into him. He’s used to the feeling by now, absolutely loves it and goes crazy when you stretch him out. Ryland arches towards you with a shudder and starts grinding into your fingers, forcing them deeper without you ever having to move them. You sigh with faux disappointment and start curling them at the perfect angle with JUST the right amount of force inside him “you just can’t wait, can you puppy? Rutting up like a little bitch in heat. Maybe I should make you bark since you wanna be so mindless”. Ryland lets out a punched out whine, unable to form words because he’s too focused on the sweet burn of your fingers stretching him out. You roll your eyes with mocking affection and drive them deeper “you wanna come puppy? you’re gonna bark for me first.” Ryland shakes his head with wide pleading puppy eyes while still grinding into your hand but you don’t budge, if anything you double down. Your hand moves with more force inside him and you start jerking him off with your free hand “oh no puppy. You’re gonna bark for me. You’re not getting out of this one”
Let’s just say he is a VERY happy man.
