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Nexuvia | 💎24 yrs💎 | Gamer | I love visual novels | #1 Dilf enjoyer | I draw (occasionally) 🥲

[nexuvia]

ABOUT ME

Hello! I am Nexuvia, but you can call me Nex. I go by she/her and I am 23. My MBTI is ENFJ

Likes:

Anime

Sketching

Music

Video games

Collecting stuff

Visual Novels

Taking photos

Dilfs

Milfs

Dislikes:

Onions

Scat

I don't write anything here

I love fictional men

[pontifikado]

pls pls pls we need nsfw hcs of grace being jealous i just know that man would be NASTY when he is

this needs to be more of a continuous stream of thoughts instead of just hcs, i think. [mdni]

jealousy, for someone so emotionally guarded and insecure as Grace, is like being hotboxed with a highly unpleasant intoxicant. the emotion gnaws at his heart with such sharp, jagged teeth, and he's left with a kind of sorrow that causes actual physical pain to spring up inside his body. he feels it mostly in his chest, and he's torn between wanting to curl in on himself and disappear, and yanking you away and out of the vicinity of that person who thinks they can just do whatever they want with you.

you can't play dumb with this man. don't play dumb with him — that's the better advice, actually. Grace will never expect you to be as smart as he is (or if you are objectively smarter than him, that'll piss him off even more), so if you try to act like you really didn't know that that person was flirting with you, he'll make sure that you will know before it even happens again. you'll feel it in the way Grace practically manhandles you once he gets you alone; his kisses are frantic and a bit more forceful than usual, and his arms are keeping you pressed up against him as he moves from your face to your neck to mark you up. it's not in his nature to be confrontational — not anymore, ever since that lapse in his judgment happened in the conference and he got himself fired and pushed out of academia — so he resorts to more subtle (well, not really) means of communicating that you're his by gifting you patches of pink and purple wherever he could reach. his fingers are threading through your hair, anchoring you exactly where he wants as he's invading your mouth with his.

Grace somewhat softens when he starts fucking you, because that's when he also begins talking. he won't be giving you any explanation during foreplay, but that all changes once he's inside you: he'll be oscillating between desperate, whiny questions of who that person even was; how they're of any relevance to you and why you were even talking to them (which, he expects you to answer) — and rough grunts and declarations of who you belong to and the prescribed behavior that he wants you to employ — "you're mine — mine, mine mine," he pants, punctuating every iteration of that word with the snapping of his hips, "don't you ever forget that, you hear me?"

his insecurity flares severely in these moments, bleeding into that inherent need of his to be praised. deep down, he just wants to be affirmed that you love only him; that you want only him, and that it's he who you want to be with for the rest of your days, especially when he's already invested so much of his heart and soul into your relationship. Grace would take your chin with his free hand — the other thumbing your clit in tight, delicious ovals as he pounds into you — and direct your attention to him. "tell me who's the only one who can fuck you like this," he hisses, knowing there's only a single correct answer to this imperious demand. when you inevitably manage to utter his name, Grace nods, smiling lopsidedly as he continues driving his cock into you, "mhm, that's right, sweetheart — only me, you got that? hm?"

as his final act of imposing his claim over your entire being, Grace empties himself into you until he's completely spent; he doesn't pull out, because he wants his cum to stay inside you for as long as possible — instead, he gathers you up in his embrace, the adrenaline of his jealousy and lust fueling him still, and holds you right where he wants until you both finally resurface from the depths of your lovemaking — or fucking, since that's a little more semantically appropriate.

the wound that jealousy dealt onto him only starts to heal when you wrap your own arms around him and melt into his touch; if you can still speak, tell him how much you love him with every ounce of sincerity that you've got, and that you only have eyes for him and no one else; and you'll be swiftly forgiven. Grace loves you so much; too much, to even think of prolonging that residual anger that's been lingering in his heart.

[pontifikado]

Mmmmmmm what about smut headcanons for grace when you two have sex for the first time? Love ur writing btw ❤️

Grace would be such a sweet, sweet guy who loses his cool along the way and you're left wondering just where the hell that previously saccharine demeanor of his went. [mdni]

Grace would want to spend at least fifty percent of the entire experience on foreplay. he doesn't want you hurting at all, and he also wants to "study" you, if you will. he wants to learn where you want to be kissed, fondled, and teased; whether it's at that spot under your jaw, your sensitive nipples, or something as overlooked as your knee; Grace wants to know everything; touch you everywhere and be touched by you everywhere, too.

he upholds a sense of fairness in this sense. he'll let you kiss him too, tease him, even — he'll let you know that he loves being kissed along the shell of his ear; the sensations of your fingertips running down his bare chest as his own pert nipples catch at your digits as they pass them by; and when you palm him through his underwear that's already got a darkening spot where he's leaking precum

ideally Grace would want to eat you out first; he's already satisfied his other four senses, it's only right to tend to the fifth. "wanna eat you out, baby, please," Grace murmurs desperately against your kiss-swollen lips, glistening with his saliva and yours; his blue eyes are blown with love and lust and you don't have it in you to deny him. once you give him the green light, he'd either pull you to the edge of the bed, or just lay on his stomach and dip his head down for the first taste. Grace starts with a long, broad swipe of his tongue, letting the tip linger on your clit and watching as you squirm at the feeling. you feel him smile against your pussy, his heart growing big with pride from eliciting that reaction from you, and he begins his quest to make you fall apart with his mouth and fingers.

if you offer to do the same for him, though, he's a blushing and stuttering mess, but ultimately gives in to the very generous proposition. Grace lets out a shuddering breath as he watches you come down onto your knees between his legs, so overcome with love and burning anticipation for what's to come. the sounds that he makes when you swipe your tongue from the base of his shaft up to the head are heavenly — it's like he's melting from that alone, that you almost worry he'd be a puddle of nothing but pure bliss once you've made him cum.

loves having his frenulum and/or slit teased with either your fingers or tongue. if you so much as nudge your thumb into the small opening, Grace would break — his cum will be spurting out of his cock in an instant and he'll turn beet red from his face to his chest when he realizes that you just made him react so swiftly like that. you remember that for all your future encounters, and Grace prays that you don't exploit it moving forward. (you do)

not above using lube to make the experience better if it's available; Grace loves you too much to ever see you in pain, especially if it's because of him. he prepares you so well that when he finally enters you, it's like you've already memorized the shape of him and he's left moaning at how snug you feel around him. he has to take a moment before he starts thrusting, so he spends that time by kissing you, caressing your body and assuring you that he'll go slow.

Grace takes his time building a steady rhythm, paying attention to that internal fire that you're igniting in his lower abdomen; once it flares, Grace whines, sucking in a breath before asking if he can go faster and harder. he guides your hands so you could hold onto his shoulders, and then it begins.

you have to teach yourself how to breathe again as Grace fucks you into the mattress, jostling you where you lay and effectively turning your brain into mush. you can't hold back your noises anymore at this point, and neither could he — in fact, they're all mixing into the filthy cacophony that's also made up of the bed creaking from your activities and your skins slapping against each other. the latter is what has been partially provoking Grace all this time; that and the sight of you beneath him.

Grace is still so charming even when he's fucking you senseless. his soft, dirty blonde hair is all tousled from your own doing; his blush has spread from his cheeks down to his toned chest, and the droplets of sweat pearling all over him is like glitter. captivating is the first word that comes to your half-functioning mind, but you reject that and go with sexy, instead. where the hell did that awkward nerd from a few weeks ago even go? he's still there, of course, and he's railing you like his life depended on it.

his tongue is very loose in these moments. every dirty thing that he keeps bottled up is spilling out from his lips. "you feel so good, baby," he rasps, "this pussy's made just for me, hm? agh — mmf, but I need more of you," he continues, leaning down to kiss you and swallow your moans.

Grace is a a bit of tease, too. if you so much as use dialectics on him and tell him not to thrust into that spot that you like so much, he'll just smirk at you — you see a brief flash of that snarky researcher from back in the day — and he goes "mm-mm, don't lie to me sweetheart, I know you like it here," he purrs, chuckling at your attempt to try and escape him, "I know, I know... I'll make you feel even better..."

he'd pull out in time to finish on your stomach or thighs, but if you tell him last minute to come inside you, Grace won't even second-guess. he's burying himself further into your pussy, filling you to the brim with his release until he's got nothing left. he plants his lips all over you as he comes down from the high, taking care not to collapse onto you and make you feel uncomfortable. he catches his breath before tiredly pulling you into his arms, pressing you into his chest and telling you how incredible you felt.

let him rest for a bit, and soon he'll be on his feet, cleaning you up and showering you with even more love as you lay in bed together. Grace loves nosing into you as a form of comfort for the two of you; he knows it makes you feel even more loved, and it also affirms to him just how much he adores you.

[aur0raaaa]

Ryland Grace x reader!

He says he “knows some anatomy”

18+

! Oral fem receiving, fingering, slight overstim, Grace finds out his knowledge can actually be useful for something unrelated to molecular biology

In which Ryland Grace goes down on you for the first time and unexpectedly has you falling apart in minutes

The blonde between your legs was so nervous you could feel it radiating off him. His hands were settled on your thighs as his eyes kept switching from your panties to your face.

Your hips were beginning to squirm a little. “Ryland, don’t keep me waiting.” You got that he was nervous. You just wish he was using his mouth for something else besides his endless yapping.

“S-sorry. I know. I just- I’ve never done this before. I mean I- I don’t even like watch that stuff that much so I don’t even- don’t even know how it really like w-“

You tried to give him a reassuring smile and cut him off. “Just don’t get in your head, okay?” You interlocked your hand with one of his, guiding it away from your thigh and towards your abdomen, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties.

He curled it, slowly sliding them down a bit, just to pull them back up. You internally groaned. Your own fingers clutched the sheets hard so your frustration wouldn’t be directed at the puppy like boy in front of you. Who knew being horny wears your patience so thin?

His blue eyes were wide looking up at you, swimming with so many emotions. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Fuck. Well.

You tangled both your hands in his hair and pulled just enough to get him looking up at you, eyes flickering shut at the welcome sensation on his scalp. “You won’t. I promise. I’ll take whatever you can give me. I have zero expectations, okay?”

At that he seemed to perk up a little bit. His fingertips began to trace teasing circles on your thighs and hips, sending shivers down your spine. Though much to your dismay he started murmuring to himself again.

“No expectations.” He nodded slightly, voice still holding onto the last of his tremor. “That’s good. I can do that, yeah, no expectations.” His fingers finally reached their peak, hooking onto the thin fabric you wore and finally, finally, pulling them down.

Until he stopped halfway. Your brows were knitted. You were painfully horny. Was he dragging this out on purpose? This time you couldn’t stop the whine in your throat before it spilled out.

Rylands pupils dilated a bit at that. “Uhm… you did say no expectations, right?” He asked.

You groaned quietly, throwing your head back. “Yes. Ryland, I did. What are you waiting for? Please.” Your fingers curled tightly in his blonde strands, your hips ground against nothing, worked up after the only action these past 35 minutes had been Ryland’s hands on your thighs.

He lightly dragged one finger over your clothed slit, the first wave of pleasure finally going through you, causing you to whimper softly.

He took a rough breath in. “Okay, yeah. Yeah. I mean I do know some anatomy. There’s no way I’ll be that bad.” He mumbled to himself. You decided to ignore it, your face scrunched up as you waited for him to give you anything more.

Slowly, he tugged your panties down your thighs. For real this time. Your breath hitched as the cool air hit your finally exposed body. His breath hitched too at the sight of you, he spread your things just a bit wider as he nestled up to your core. You could feel his breaths on your heat.

With his index and middle finger, he just barely dipped them into you, gathering and spreading your slick. And then his thumb landed right onto your clit, pressing little circles with the most delectable amount of pressure.

Your back promptly arched off the bed as you moaned, shockwave after shockwave of pleasure dancing through you as his fingers knew somehow exactly how to work you. He grabbed your hand and tugged on it a bit. “Is this good?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.. ah-really good.” The sensations crashed into you like a train. You had waited so long and he was just doing it so good, you couldn’t stop the little noises escaping you with each gasp. Ryland beamed the tiniest bit at your praise, drawing back and replacing his thumb with his tongue.

You got louder as his warm mouth made kitten licks on your clit. He said this was his first time right? Most of the guys you had been with could never get it just right. The coil deep in your stomach had already begun to wind slightly.

Ryland added his fingers to the mix, pressing his middle and ring fingers slowly into you, they rested right in your entrance and his mouth continued licking and sucking, god everything felt so good that you were embarrassingly close already. Your moans were getting higher pitched, and you began clenching around his fingertips, still seeking more friction.

Ryland responded by pressing them further into you, just up to his knuckles before he curled them up.

Blinding, white hot pleasure shot through you. “Fuck! Hah-“ you suddenly couldn’t see straight, vision blurring and eyes rolling back as your whole body was tensing wave after wave, matching the pulsing motion of his fingers. It felt like you were melting, entering some euphoric stage of bliss, your eyes began to slightly water at just how much pleasure you were feeling. His tongue was still swirling over your clit, it was almost too much.

“Rylahhhhnd- this feels so hah good. Please don’t stop- I-“ before you were done with your sentence your orgasm ripped through you. The most intense one you’d ever had. Your eyes were somewhere stuck in the back of your head as your brain genuinely leaked out of your mind. You were floating up somewhere, twitching uncontrollably, whining. Fuck, is this heaven? You thought for a second before coming down back to earth. Slowly, your brain was picking up again and your body was coming back to reality and-

“Ahh! Wait, Ry!” He was not stopping. You had just come extremely hard, leaving you very sensitive. As his fingers continued pressing into your gspot pain was taking over instead of pleasure.

“Ryland stop th- that hurts. I already finished.” U whimpered.

He immediately stopped. He slid his fingers out, them and his mouth covered in so much of your slick it was embarrassing. Ryland looked pussy drunk, his eyes were in a daze and face flushed. “Shoot. Sorry, sorry. U finished? Already?”

Your own face flushed as you glanced away from his intense gaze.

“Ah wait I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t know you were close and I just got carried away because it seemed like you were enjoying it so I thought I was doing a good job and you told me not to stop so I- and-“

“You did do a good job. A really good job. No one’s ever made me come like that before.” You said, your thumb sweeping over his jaw, you pulled at him, wanting to be closer. He got up from his knees, climbing on top of you onto the bed. He was glowing from your praise.

“Really? I was good for you?” His eyes shone.

“Yes.” You pulled him in for a messy kiss, your taste still all over his mouth. He gladly reciprocated it, his own mouth devouring yours. He pulled back only to catch his breath.

“How did you know where all the right spots were?” Your hands came to either side of his face to cup it.

“I told you. I know some anatomy. I am a biology nerd you know.”

[pontifikado]

Can't stop imagining wearing nothing but Grace's fluffy fox cardigan and riding him in it 😋

[MDNI]

p!link for visual

Grace has you in his lap in bed; you're clad in nothing but his — and your — favorite knitwear, soft and plush over your arms, shoulders and sides. It smells like him, and carries his own warmth as you keep it on while you're fucking yourself on his cock, riding him like you never want to forget the feeling of being full of him. He sits still, letting you use him for your own pleasure. His hands come up behind you, slipping beneath the material and pulling you in closer by your back as you undulate your hips into his.

You giggle when Grace playfully nips at your lips, and he smiles back; his heart is impossibly overcome with adoration. He catches you in a kiss, fingers now resorting to weave through your hair as he slots his tongue inside your mouth to caress yours with it. He sighs, eyes fluttering shut while you continue your lascivious pace.

When his head dips down to shower some attention upon your breasts, you opt to match him by leaning back and using one of your hands to anchor yourself on the mattress, arching your spine as you drop yourself more pointedly onto his cock. You whimper at every delicious drag of his length in your walls, and the way that Grace gently bites and sucks at your hardened nipples; crying out as you focus on pressing at that spongy patch over and over again until you feel your body humming from ecstasy.

Grace lifts himself up just a tad to meet your movements, wanting to see you fall apart in his grasp and hitting you just the way you like it. You always make the prettiest noises when you're about to come, and he wants to pull out every single note from your mouth.

You don't stop moving until you're gushing around Grace; your hips erratically jerking as you're coating him in your cum.

Before you can even gather your wits, Grace is flipping you onto your back, smiling down at you as he hooks your legs up on his shoulders. He presses a kiss to your ankle. It's his turn now.

[rockyhatemark]

squirting all over rylands face as he eats you out and being embarrased, even moreso when he lifts his head and meets your eye and his face is all wet and ITS ALL OVER HIS GLASSES and he's just in complete awe and reassuring you as you try to hide from him okay i'll retreat now

WOWOWOWOWOW BONER

Never in your life had you felt an approaching orgasm quite like this one.

Ryland had been working his mouth and fingers between your legs for half an hour- slowly building you up to a high you’d never dreamed was possible as a treat for your birthday. 

You could barely even see anymore, vision getting blurry every time you think he’ll let you come before he lessens his suction on your clit and brings you back down. It was torture but you loved it.

Thighs quaking against his head, poor Ryland had to retract his fingers from your pussy entirely a couple of minutes ago to hold your thighs open enough to keep his head nestled between them. You’d nearly squeezed his head so hard his glasses, which he still donned at his insistence, almost broke. So now, this was your punishment. No fingers to press into your gummy walls and massage that little spot that would’ve had you coming by now. 

You were crying, tears a steady stream out of your eyes from the overstimulation and losing so much strength you could barely fist the sheets in your hands anymore.

Ryland didn’t seem tired at all, pace remaining unchanged despite how long he’d been suffocating himself between your legs.

You sobbed once again as you felt that steady pressure build, coaxed forward by Ryland’s flawless work on your clit. He’d seal it between his lips, suck gently a couple of times, roll it between his teeth with his tongue before releasing with a silent pop to do it all over again. On occasion, his tongue would dip lower and tease your entrance, gliding through your folds before circling back to your swollen bundle of nerves.

The clench of your walls was nearly painful, trembling and pulsing to try and squeeze around something that wasn’t there. Ryland’s chin was the closest thing, resting against your opening and stubble scratching over the sensitive skin so much you were half convinced you would be bleeding if your juices weren’t slicking the tiny hairs into something softer.

The teacher was ruthless. He didn’t let you close your thighs as tightly as you wanted to try and soothe a little relief, sticky fingers firm against the meat and overpoweringly strong against your ever weakening state. The scrape of his glasses against your mound had originally been delightful, but now they only abused your raw skin.

And the worst part? Ryland was still so sweet and kept pausing to speak to you, just when you got close.

The back and forth was almost too much, and you began to feel a different kind of pressure simmer your brain didn’t acknowledge as Ryland swallowed a mouthful of drool and juices, giving your swollen clit an intense pull.

“Y’doing ok? Doing so good, sweetheart. Just a little more, I promise.”

He’d said that five minutes ago.

“R-Ry,” your mouth felt full of molasses but you pressed on anyway. You didn’t even have the strength to lift your head so you could look him in the eye while you begged. “Fingers, please. I need your fingers.”

Ryland squeezed your thighs with said fingers but made no move to grant your request. He blew out a puff of air onto your cunt in a laugh. Even the tiniest graze over your swollen sex had your back arching a bit. 

“My mouth should be enough, no? You usually come from clitoral stimulation not penetration.”

“Y-yes but, I need them“

Despite edging you for ages, Ryland didn’t have a malicious bone in his body and could never say no when you begged.

“Ok. But these,” he pulled your thighs apart, bending your knees at the joint so you were splayed open entirely for him. “need to stay here. Can you do that?”

You didn’t think so but you nodded anyway.

The soft easing of Rylands wet fingers back into your heat plus his mouth suckling your clit back between his lips had a wanton moan bursting out of your chest. You didn’t care that the apartment walls were thin and that your neighbors definitely heard that. It took the last little bit of coherency you had to keep your thighs pressed to the mattress and not snap closed.

While his mouth pulled back an inch so he could mouth at your entrance alongside two of his fingers, Ryland’s long, gentle fingers curled only once against your g-spot when the taut string in your belly snapped. The pressure that had been building exploded all at once. It felt like an orgasm but wildly more intense, so much so your vision turned white for a second.

All movement between your legs froze. Ryland was usually eager to work you through an orgasm to bring you down slowly, so when his fingers turned heavy in your cunt you wondered if something was wrong.

Your neck screamed in protest when you lifted your head to the ruffled blond hair sitting at your core. When Ryland tilted his head to look at you with wide eyes, you blinked in surprise.

Ryland’s glasses were splattered with a milky liquid. It wasn’t your regular essence- you knew what that looked like smeared on his glasses- this looked watery and less viscous.

You watched as a tiny droplet slid down the glass, hung on the gold rim for a second before falling onto his cheek. Ryland looked just as stunned as you were.

That was something new. Your face turned a dark shade of red. Oh God. Squirting was something you’d never experienced before and you hadn’t even noticed the signs until now that your head cleared a touch. You would’ve warned Ryland to back up if you’d known it was coming.

You opened your mouth to apologize for the spray, but Ryland dove back into your folds to see if he could get you to do it again before you could make a peep.

[lueharrington]

Question: mates? | ryland grace x reader

When Rocky finds out about romance.

Warnings: none

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Masterlist

Megalist

The problem started when Rocky learned what dating was.It had been an innocent enough conversation. You had mentioned a movie you’d watched back on Earth.

A romantic movie.

Rocky, naturally, had questions. Many questions. Far too many questions.

“Human mates choose each other before reproduction, question?”

“Usually, yes,” you answered.

“Interesting”

That should have been the end of it…It was not.The next day, while you and Ryland were recalibrating a sensor array, Rocky’s voice crackled through the speakers.“Question for both friends.” Ryland didn’t even look up. “Yeah?”

“Are you mates?”

The wrench slipped from Ryland’s hand and bounced off the floor.

“What?!”

You burst out laughing. Rocky’s speakers emitted a confused trill. “Negative answer?”

“Very negative answer,” Ryland squeaked.

“Understand.” Then, there was a pause.

Then:

“Yet Grace discusses y/n constantly.” You laughed harder. Ryland looked like he wanted the ship to explode.“I do not!”

“You do.”

“I absolutely do not!”

“Grace absolutely does.”

Rocky’s robot voice remained infuriatingly calm.

“Yesterday Grace informed Rocky of y/n’s favourite beverage.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Grace replied with added complaint.

“He also informed Rocky of favourite colour.”

“Rocky!”

“And preferred music.”

“ROCKY.”

You had to sit down because your stomach hurt from laughing. The conversation ended there. Unfortunately, Rocky had become interested.Very interested.

Over the next few weeks, the questions continued.

“Question. Why does Grace smile differently at y/n?”

“Question. Why do humans hold hands?”

“Question. Why did Grace stare at y/n’s photograph for eleven minutes?”

“ROCKY! You timed me?!”

“Yes.”

One evening you found Ryland alone in the lab, forehead resting dramatically against a console. “You okay?”

“No.”

“Rocky again?” You asked

“Rocky again.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. You leaned against the wall infront of him.

“What did he ask this time?”. Ryland groaned.

“He asked if I’d selected a nesting site.”. You blinked, confused.

“A what?”

“He thinks dating is some kind of biological territory claim.” The laugh escaped before you could stop it. Ryland pointed accusingly. “Don’t encourage him.”

“I’m not encouraging him.”

“You absolutely are.” A familiar series of musical notes sounded from the nearby speaker.

“Correction. You are both encouraging Rocky.”

You both jumped. “How long have you been listening?”

“Entire conversation.” Rocky replied

Ryland dropped his head against the console again.

“Of course you have.”

Rocky continued cheerfully “Additional question.”

“No.” Ryland groaned

“Grace says no before hearing question.”

“Because I know it’s going to be terrible.”

“It is not terrible.” There was a pause.

And then..

“explain why heart rates increase when discussing each other?”

Silence.

Complete silence.

You froze.

Ryland froze.

Even Rocky seemed pleased with himself.

Finally, very quietly, you asked, “You can monitor our heart rates?”

“Yes.” The Rock replied.

Ryland made a sound that could only be described as a dying man accepting his fate.

“Human courtship is fascinating.” Rocky chirped.

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Hope you liked it! First PHM fic! Requests are open!!

[foxedburrow]

Ryland making u ride him as he grades papers send tweet

grading papers + cockwarming maybe?????? thank u anon i'll be thinking about this for a while

ooo… methinks he'd keep reader's mouth occupied…. like w/a reader who cannot sit still for longer than five seconds (like me). if he's pent up enough and is frustrated with the work load he has, i think that's when he'll have you on his lap.

i think you're pawing at him, always touching him somehow (i.e. one leg hooked around his, your wrist brushing his arm occasionally). he's trying to grade papers, trying to focus on his work at the kitchen table, but you are so tempting. i think he has incredible patience for being a science teacher, he has to deal with behaviors when teaching, but he's never seen such a display from you.

maybe he keeps himself nestled in your throat, hunched over the table while he tries to focus on grading papers. occasionally, he'll bring one hand down to rest on your head, fingers twitching like he wants to grasp your roots and force you deeper. not now, though. he needs to focus.

unfortunately for ryland's work ethic, he's only a man. i think it takes VERY little to change his mind LMAO like you swallow around him Once and he's forgeting all about the papers or the work and using your throat like a toy.

[soupiemeowmeow]

A/b/o Goslings in my OPINION (OPINION WARNING!!!)

Ryland: Beta. He doesn’t mind being a beta, he just LOVESS smelling you (alpha or omega)

Holland: Omega. He presents himself to you. Ifykyk

Ken: Omega. He tries to say he’s an alpha but reader sets him straight.

Lars: Alpha. Most people wouldn’t expect it, but he just wants someone to take care of.

Colt: Alpha. He grunts in the movie so yeah…him grunting mnnnmmm…

Driver: Omega. Protective of you so people thinks he’s an alpha but they’re wrong!!

Officer K: Alpha. Doesn’t need an explanation..

[rylndgrce]

professor ryland grace and reader who is obsessed with dad rock. i mean im not really a dad rock person but just imagine sex with ryland after he distracted you from studying after class and you’ve still got your airpods in and “sex on fire” by kings of leon is blasting in your ear while he fucks you. yeah okay. walk with me please.

also love you and your writing

ohhhhh baby we are not walking we are RUNNING with this. you’re actually the smartest person on the entire planet!! i love dad rock. dad rock is my shit. this is perfect. i will be making sure a similar scenerio appears in another professor! ry fic but with deftones.

you came to his office to run over some of the concepts you’re still a little muddy on. and it was going well, after he cleared things up you just decided to stay in there for a bit with the initial intention of revising your notes more.

one thing just led to another. you go from sitting on the couch he has for visitors to being perched on the edge of his hardwood desk that trembles each time his hips meet yours. it’s an intoxicating combination to the song—the feeling of one of his palms on your back while the other rests on his desk beside your hips, using his hold to lean you back enough to make him sliding in and out of you easier.

you don’t even realize he’s been talking to you until he’s leaning back far enough that his face is in front of yours. his lips are moving but but you can’t make out what he’s saying. you blink a few times before reaching to take one of your airpods out. “What?”

He scoffs, but it lacks any real annoyance. “So you’re not even listening to me? You’re an awful student.”

His hips roll into yours in a way that nearly has your eyes rolling. Instead you squeeze his shoulder tighter, the fabric of his shirt scrunching between your fingers. “Yet you fuck me like I’m your favorite.”

He starts to say something but you don’t have any interest in knowing what it is. You cut him off with a kiss, shoving your tongue into his mouth and feeling the wetness of his own as he moans. You haphazardly push the earbud into his own ear. The least you can do is share the experience.

When you two break apart, a string a saliva connecting you both, he mumbles something about being an undergraduate at the time the song came out. Neither of you ignore the way he twitches inside you after he says it.

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age gap ryland grace drabble (18+)

in your defense, you really did just need extra help with your project

and it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that maybe you wanted to act just a little helpless in front of your favorite professor

so after class when you asked him for help, you really did try to hide the lust in your gaze

and in your defense, he returned that gaze and with lust dripping in his response, his hand gently spanning your lower back while he walked you out of his classroom

promising you his full attention and his help on your project later that night in a private study room in the on campus library

which led you where you were now, fully seated on his lap with his cock buried inside of you, two warm palms covering your ass, and your face hidden in his neck in a weak attempt to keep quiet

it was way past campus hours now, even with the building empty, the blinds were drawn over the windows of the compact study room, project long forgotten

which probably happened the second he stepped in behind you and locked the door

his palms slid further up and across your back, pulling you tight against him while he rocked up into you, deep hard thrusts pulling high pitched mewls and squeals out of your throat

“that feel good, baby?”

his lips graze your neck before leaning further down to suck and bite on your shoulder, his tongue soothing the now bruising skin

“no weak, pathetic boy your age-“

his hands leave your back, one now grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging backwards, forcing your eyes on his

his other hand finding and rubbing tight, wet circles on your clit

“-is ever gonna be able to fuck you this good, honey, hmm?”

he peers up at you over his glasses, a smug smirk painting his expression

“just needed a real man to fuck you? Isn’t that right?”

he rocks his hips up further, pressing impossibly deep inside of your creamy cunt, a white circle painting the base of his cock

“need you, ry- gonna cum!”

you finish with his lips crashing onto yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and his own orgasm following

by the time you’re stepping out of the library, his sticky cum is seeping out of you, coating your underwear and thighs while he walks you home

when he’s walked you up to your apartments front door, and can see that you’re safe and sound, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and assures you that your project is phenomenal, and that he WILL be cooking you dinner by next weekend <33

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Come home to you.

courtland gentry/sierra six x fem!reader

Summary: Six has a rough day at work and you take care of him

Word count: 2.3k

TW: very sweet, praise, oral (giving and receiving), shower sex

Smut under the cut !

The apartment door clicked shut with a quiet finality that seemed to echo through the dark living room. You looked up from the couch, heart tightening the moment you saw him.

Six stood in the entryway still dressed in dark tactical gear, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. His hair was damp from rain, jaw tight, eyes carrying that distant, haunted look he got after long missions. He didn't say anything at first, just dropped his bag by the door and rolled his neck like it hurt.

You rose off the couch and crossed to him without a word. When your arms slid around his waist, he let out a long, shaky breath and folded around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His still gloved hands pressed against your back like he needed proof you were real.

"Rough one?" you whispered.

"Too many variables," he murmured against your slightly cooled skin. "Lost control of the exit plan. Came much closer than I like."

You pulled back just enough to cup his stubbled jaw, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. His eyes met yours, stormy blue-grey and exhausted, but softening the longer he looked at you.

"You're home now," you said gently. "Let me take care of you."

Six exhaled, forehead resting against yours. "You don't have to-"

"I want to." You kissed him once, slow and reassuring. Then again, deeper. He tasted like rain and adrenaline and faint metallic taste of gun smoke. his arms tightened around you as the kiss grew heated, his tongue sliding against yours with quiet hunger.

You guided him backwards to the couch, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Piece by piece, you stripped away the armor, literally and figuratively, until he stood in just his black undershirt and pants. When he reached for you, you sank to your knees instead.

His breath hitched.

You looked up at him as you unbuckled his belt, hands steady. "Let me," You whispered again.

Six's fingers threaded gently into your hair, not guiding, just holding. His eyes never left your face as you freed his cock, already half hard and thickening under your touch. You pressed a soft kiss to the head, then another before taking him into your mouth.

A low, broken sound rumbled in his chest.

You worked him slowly, lovingly, tongue swirling around the head, cheeks hollowing out as you took him deeper. One hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach while the other rested on his tense muscular thigh, feeling the muscle jump under your palm. Six's head tipped back for a moment, throat working, before he looked down again, watching you with something close to reverence.

"God... baby," he breathed, voice rough. "Your mouth feels so good."

You hummed around him, taking him deeper until his tip bumped against the back of your throat. His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, but he never pushed. Just let you set the pace, let you pour every ounce of care into him. You sucked him with wet, deliberate strokes, eyes watering but never breaking contact. Every soft groan and whispered praise made heat bloom low in your belly.

After several long minutes, Six gently tugged you off him, breathing hard.

"Enough," he rasped, breathing hard as his chest tightened. "My turn."

He pulled you up and kissed you deeply, tasted himself on your tongue. He lifted you into his arms effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, being extremely mindful not to knock you into anything in your dimly lit apartment. The lights stayed off, only the city glow through the half cracked blinds illuminated the room. He laid you down on the bed like you were something precious, then stripped the rest of his clothes and yours with patient hands.

Six settled between your thighs, broad shoulders spreading you open. He kissed the inside of your knee, then higher, slow and deliberate, until his mouth hovered over your aching center. You were already soaked.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with want and need. "Been thinking about this the whole way home."

Then his mouth was on you.

A broken moan left your lips as his tongue dragged slowly through your folds. He licked you like he had all the time in the world, long and flat strokes followed by teasing flicks against your clit. Two thick fingers slid inside you, curling gently, stroking that perfect spot while his mouth sealed around your clit and sucked softly.

Your back arched off the bed.

Six groaned against you, the vibration making your thighs tremble. You glanced down and felt a fresh rush of heat. His free hand was wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself in slow, firm pulls while he devoured you.

The sight was devastatingly intimate.

"Court..." you whimpered.

He hummed in response, tongue working faster, fingers thrusting deeper. His own hand moved in rhythm with his mouth, twisting over the head of his cock on every upstroke. The wet sounds of mouth and his hand filled the quiet room, mixing with your gasps and moans. He ate you out with a focused passion, messy, devoted, like your pleasure was the only thing grounding him after the day he'd had.

When your thighs started shaking around his head, he doubled down, sucking your clit and curling his fingers just right. You came hard, crying out his name, hips grinding against his mouth. He kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you were twitching and oversensitive.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes blown wide with lust. His cock was flushed dark and leaking in his fist.

He crawled up your body, kissing every inch on the way, your stomach, between your breasts, your throat, your jaw. When he finally settled between your legs, he braced himself on his forearms so he could look at you.

"You sure?" he asked softly, making sure to check in.

You nodded, cupping his face. "I need you inside me, Court."

Six kissed you deeply as he lined himself up and pushed in, slow, steady and relentless. The stretch was perfect. You both moaned into each other's mouths as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. For a long moment he just stayed there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours.

"Fuck.. you feel like home." he whispered.

Then he started moving.

His thrusts were deep and rolling, passionate rather than frantic. Every stroke dragged against that sweet spot inside you, his pelvis grinding against your clit on every downstroke. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer.

Six's eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time. Every few thrusts he'd lean down to kiss you, slow and open-mouthed kisses that matched the rhythm of his hips. His hand slid into your hair, cradling your head. The other braced beside your head, muscles flexing as he rocked into you again and again.

"I missed you," he breathed against your lips before nuzzling into your neck, panting across your heated skin. "Missed this. Missed feeling you around me."

You whimpered, nails dragging down his back. No doubt leaving raised red lines in their wake. "Harder. Please."

He gave you what you asked for, deeper, more powerful strokes that almost rocked the bed. His mouth found your neck, suckling lightly, then moved to your breasts. His tongue circled one nipple while he kept fucking you in those long, devastating thrusts.

The pleasure built slowly, powerfully. Every roll of his hips dragged you closer to the edge. You could feel how close he was too, the slight tremor in his arms and the way his breathing was growing ragged.

"Look at me," He lightly ordered when your eyes fluttered shut.

You did and the contact pushed you over. Your orgasm rolled through you in long pulsing waves, clenching tight around his cock. Six groaned your name, hips stuttering but he kept moving through it. He drew out your orgasm until you were gasping and trembling beneath him.

Only then did he let himself go. He came with a low, broken moan as he pushed himself into you as deeply as he physically could. His forehead dropped to yours, eyes squeezed tightly shut as pleasure wracked his body. You held him through it, stroking his hair, whispering soft praises against his temples.

For a long time afterward, neither of you moved. Eventually Six kissed you slow and sweet, then carefully pulled out. You whimpered at the loss, feeling his release beginning to drip down your thighs. He noticed immediately.

"Shower with me?" he said softly against your lips.

You nodded. With shaky legs, he helped you stand up and with one strong arm around your waist he helped guide you to the bathroom.

The water was hot the moment he turned it on. Steam quickly filled the glass enclosure as he pulled you under the spray with him. Six washed you first, large, gentle hands sliding over your body with a reverence that made your chest ache. He soaped your shoulders, your breasts, the curve of your waist, then carefully between your legs. He murmured soft apologies when you shivered from oversensitivity.

You returned the favor, running soapy hands over his scarred chest and back, tracing every mark you could reach. His cock, still half-hard, twitched under your touch. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip, twisting gently over the head just the way you knew he liked.

Six groaned low in his throat, hips rolling subtly into your fist. "Baby," His voice was rough, eyes half-lidded as he watched your hand move over him.

You kept stroking him under the hot water, slow and slick, until he was fully hard again, thick and flushed in your palm. He let you pleasure him for a long minute, breathing heavier with one hand braced on the tile beside your head before catching your wrist with his hand.

"Enough," he rasped. "Need to be inside you again."

Before you could respond, Six lifted you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pinned you between his body and the shower wall. The position put you face to face, warm water cascading over the both of you. His strong hands gripped the backs of your thighs, holding you up like you weighed nothing.

He looked into your eyes, forehead resting against yours. "Hold onto me."

You looped your arms around his neck. He lined himself up and pushed inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle made you both moan loudly. He felt even bigger like this, stretching you open as gravity helped him sink all the way in.

"Fuck..." Six breathed against your mouth. "Can get you so deep like this."

He started fucking you with slow rolls of his hips, driving up into you while holding you securely in his arms. Each thrust pressed you harder into the tile. Your bodies were flush together, chest to chest, his mouth claiming yours between thrusts.

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked you deep and steady. The position let him grind against your clit with every upward stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

"You're so good," he groaned against your lips, voice strained from effort. "Taking me so well. Letting me have you again.. So fucking perfect."

His pace gradually increased, thrusts becoming harder and more desperate. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the sound of the shower and your shared moans. One of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head, protecting it from the tile while he drove into you.

When your moans turned sharper and your walls started fluttering around him, he pressed his forehead to yours again.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel you," he panted against your lips.

You came hard with a broken cry, clenching tight around his cock. Six followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling himself inside you with a low groan of your name, hips stuttering as he rode out his release.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment afterward, holding you up in his arms while you both caught your breath under the warm spray of water. Then he carefully eased himself out of you and lowered your legs, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist so you wouldn't slip.

He took a quick moment to clean the both of you up again before turning off the water and wrapping you in a large fluffy towel. In the bedroom he dried you carefully, then dressed you in one of his large black t shirts. He laid you down on the bed and climbed in behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest.

His arms locked around you possessively but gently, one hand splayed over your stomach while the other stroked slow, soothing lines up and down your arm.

"You okay?" he asked softly, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. "I wasn't too rough in the end?"

"I'm perfect," you whispered, voice full of sleepiness and content. "I loved all of it."

Six hummed in quiet relief and nuzzled into your neck, pressing more soft kisses there. "You were incredible tonight. So beautiful when you come for me. So sweet when you let me take care of you after." His voice dropped even lower, warmed with affection. "I love you. More than I know how to say."

You threaded your fingers through his where they rested on your stomach and squeezed. He kissed the back of your shoulder in response, then settled in, holding you like you were the most precious thing in his dangerous world.

The city hummed quietly outside the window, but in here there was only warmth, soft breathing and the steady beat of Courtland Gentry's heart against your back as he finally let himself rest.

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To Know You | Court

⋄ tags: neighbor Court Gentry, Sierra Six / gender neutral pronouns for reader, condo board president reader!, AFAB, Breast/Pussy, Fuck buddies, "Secret" Relationship Just For Funnies, Established dom/sub dynamics, Soft dom Court, Impact Play, Pussy Slaping, Breast Slapping, Oral, Penetration, Brat Tammer Mayhaps, Pet Names Tuhhh, Insecruity, Reader is In Their Head, Unsaid Feels, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Love Confessions I suppose, Reader Wears Undies

⋄ w/c: 4.8k

⋄ a/n: this is for my lovely client 🐝 who has shown such enthusiasm for my court. i truly hope things go well in your real hoa. hopefully this gives some momentary delight. This is not edited like that so please excuse mistakes. thank you to my dear friends, em (@doctor-ryland-grace), ash (@siilentdisco), and the pebbles for the encouragement! You can make hoa stuff sexy, istg. Oh and of course, shoutout to my own irl insp for this ;) we should all write what we know, of course.

⋄ song inspo: Kiss It Better by Riri, Safety Net by Ariana, Worst Behavior by Ariana, Come Around Me by Justin Bieber, Grinding by Luh Kel, I Want You by Luh Kel

✧ summary: in which court heavily enjoys the usual drama, but most of all wants to show you he cares.

↳ Part 6 of my Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You series.

⊹MASTERLIST for The President & The Resident Series⊹

⤷ Tardiness Is Not Polite, Dear President。

‘I swear on the beautiful rose hedges that adorn my lawn, I will sue all of your asses off. Do you hear me?’ Tabitha threatens–once again–in her shrill voice. 

She looks at the board members daring them to respond until her eyes fix on you, sitting in the middle at the president's chair. Tabitha has been going on since the start of the meeting and her tirade seems never ending. 

Court watches in amusement as her statement echoes through the room. He is quite entertained. Court sits in the front row of the homeowners association meeting as he does every time. The former military man has perfect posture as he lounges, one leg crossed over the other, his large hands folded in his lap. 

He is wearing a white button today under a gray suit jacket with matching slacks and his favorite brown shoes. The trained eye may notice the faint red stain of lipstick just barely on his collar. 

However, you can spot the way his blue eyes dance with delight and the occasional twitch of his lips. Court keeps a neutral expression on his handsome face, a leftover habit of his former life.

Inside, the man is having a jolly good ol’ time.

Afterall, Court has the best seat in the house to watch this ludicrous affair unfold and most importantly to keep a very close eye on–you.

Several board members are squirming uncomfortably and glance towards the head of the table, where you sit. To most everyone in the room, you look bored, you appear unphased as if Tabitha is making commentary about the weather. 

When in reality Tabitha is ready to bring full legal reckoning–she claims anyway.

Yet, somehow despite the endless barrage of threats Tabitha has leveled… You stay steadfast since the meeting began nearly twenty minutes late. Of course, nobody knows it began late because of Court.

‘Cause he was busy fucking you hard into the plush carpet of your office despite knowing very well you had somewhere to be. Not that you had complained at the time.

‘Yes, as you’ve said in a multitude of ways, quite frankly we do not need a reminder, Miss Saxon.’ You reply bluntly after a moment. Two fingers press into your temple as you speak. 

‘Maybe you do, courtesy of my lawyer.’ Tabitha bites back with a smirk. She stands behind the long mahogany table that is used for meetings. She is smug and enjoying every minute of this..

Meanwhile, only one person in this room knows you're in a private hell. You find this entire situation utterly ridiculous and humorous, yet stressful because the board is looking to you for guidance.

‘If you feel so inclined, sure. Perhaps your lawyer can explain we are fully within our rights to investigate the recent claims that you have violated the Covenants, Conditions, and Restrictions of this HOA. It does not matter that you are on the board, you can still be investigated by the board.’

Your words cause a commotion and Tabitha lets out a string of curses. The woman seems to practically seethe as she glares at you now. 

'Everyone that has reported me for violations is nothing but a jealous sod! They're envious because I bring the best food at potlucks, have the best lawn, and an amazing pool!’

Couch watches as you purse your lips, clearly resisting the urge to laugh at this. Your shoulders tremble slightly and he figures it's time to throw you a life line. He stands smoothly, one hand brushing over his pants as he does. He lazily walks over to the mic stand in front of the table that is for residents to speak their piece. 

‘I apologize, but if I may interject?’ Court asks politely, the picture of utterly graceful innocence. 

'No, you may not.' You answer swiftly, eyes narrowing at Court. 

Court has the audacity to look perfectly chastised and tilts his head in what appears to be confusion. "Oh, have I broken a rule somehow or..? Please do correct me properly... President.'

You blink owlishly at his words and glance around at the slightly confused expressions on the other board members' faces. Right, they believe Court is genuinely about to pose a serious question.

‘I-I just mean we have not opened the meeting to the floor yet, Mr. Gentry.’ You clarify, trying to explain away your particular behavior.

Only Court properly understands the hidden meaning behind your words. The man had already teased you incessantly during your little office quickie about this entire predicament. As he held you down and fucked you just right, earning each delightful squeal and moan, these words were whispered to you:

'Gonna go out there and be nice and professional for me? With my cum still drippin' from your pussy as you sit in public? Everyone's already out there waiting for you, but you're back here taking my cock, isn’t that right?'

'Actually, I know the meeting started late due to the tardiness of your arrival, but the floor was supposed to open for members nearly ten minutes ago. If you consult the schedule, I'm sure you'll see... Dearest President.' Court says with mirth dancing in his cobalt gaze.

The glare you give Court as he finishes is enough to stop most men cold in their tracks. Unfortunately, for you, it only nudges the slightest smirk out of Court.

'Right.. Thank you for that reminder.. I suppose,' you say with a lip twitch, 'but unfortunately this meeting has been entirely derailed by its agenda. I fail to see how we can properly attend to the needs of the community whilst such aggressive in-fighting occurs between the board. Thus, I call this meeting to an end.' You say the statement matter-of-factly and nobody else on the board disagrees. In fact, everyone in the room looks relieved to be let free of the tension.

Well, except one person in particular. Tabitha voices her protests right away.

‘Excuse me? Absolutely not! What kind of President are you to simply try to run away? In fact, I can’t even believe I’m under threat of investigation while we have an incompetent icicle president that could care less and has all the warmth of winter!’

At her words you actually pause and a genuine frown graces your lovely face at her insult. It is gone in an instant and you shoot back. ‘Resorting to personal insults is quite bottom of the barrel, no? Perhaps, next meeting you should consider staying home whilst the adults discuss.’

 With that you stand abruptly, grab the black portfolio you always bring, and march away in retreat. Tabitha looks stunned and nobody rushes to her defense. Instead, people hurry out as if they are concerned they left the oven on.

Court adjusts his suit jacket as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Oh, you had handled Tabitha wonderfully, but there’s a knot in his stomach. Were you actually upset? You tended to adore the little game the two of you played during these meetings and easily brush off any annoyances from petty people.

Yet, as he watches your form disappear into the back offices of the HOA office.. Court is concerned.

⤷ Don't Forget What It Is, Sweetheart

Later that night you are stressed, upset, and utterly overwhelmed as you sit on the edge of your bed. All of this nonsense is not why you volunteered to be the president. And how dare Tabitha personally insult you in front of everyone.. 

Saying you are some type of cold fish person.. Pfft.. So, you are reserved and prefer to keep calm–at least in front of most people. Is that not the proper behavior of someone in a position of power? You didn’t even want to be president to begin with. 

Hell, you only even started attending the meetings because they are catered and you love free food! 

On the nightstand table, your phone buzzes on and off intermittently. You do not even have to look to know you must be getting emails from Tabitha and the other board members. Too bad, you are off the clock and NOT answering! 

You reach over and turn on Do not Disturb mode quickly. A sigh leaves your lips and your shoulders sign in frustration. You are just thankful to be here at home, wearing your cozy pajamas, and spending some time with your favorite resident.

Court is currently lounging on your bed behind you, watching you with that same unreadable expression he always has. Clarie is staying the night with a trusted friend and so he is once again, all yours tonight.

The man looks simply dashing sitting against your mahogany bed frame. The picture of sin as he has pulled off his button down in favor of just some gray sweats. The bulging scarred muscles and utterly masculine frame of his body are causing your thoughts to jumble, anytime you glance back at Court.

All of the stress lately has made you so insecure and anxious. Usually, you're so certain about all things in the bedroom with Court. Tonight you flounder. The weight of everything is playing tricks on your mind.

Maybe you couldn't be a good president or a good lover to him either. After all, you and Court are not dating.. Simply fucking reguarly and playing teasing little games constantly for your own mutual amusement. 

The man rails you night after night and then takes pleasure in reporting you for noise infractions. Court will purposefully schedule private meetings with you right before the scheduled larger ones. Just to pleasure you mercilessly until you show up a flushed mess. 

As much as you adore all that and did want more than this, you were sure Court did not. So, you keep those feelings locked tight, yet tonight...Your hands grip the satin sheets under you and your bottom lip wobbles. Your head is hung down and your eyes are downcast.

'You know, maybe we should skip this.. If you have other places you could be tonight or.. don't wanna, we don't have to…' You trail off as the smooth fabric between your digits anchors you. You don’t say what you really want to say–that you need reassurance. That you wonder if he has any other lovers like you.

Before you can open your mouth to say another word, Court moves–fast. The dirty-blonde haired man pulls you against his body in an instant with his strong arms. You gasp as he brings his hand up and grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him in those steamy eyes.

‘You have the nerve to question my desire for you? Even as I sit here patiently waiting for you to allow me to make love to you?” Court rasps.

Heat flares beneath your cheeks and you are momentarily rendered speechless by his actions. Court doesn't plan to let you slide though.

‘Speak. Now.’ He commands. 

‘I-I just wanted… to give you an out…” You whisper, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze.

‘An out…?’ Court lets out a sharp chuckle, shaking his head once. 'Sweetheart, you look so fucking ravishing. The only desire I have tonight is to be with you and only you. Unless you tell me–I’m staying right here.’

Your eyes squeeze shut and you nod slowly. It’s a bit hard to respond. The warmth of his body and words fill you with the familiar feeling of his alluring affection. You inhale the musky fragrance of his cologne.

It takes a moment, but you find your center. This is Court after all and through the haze of stress, you know he only speaks the truth.

‘I just want you too.. I need you.’ You say, meeting his gaze once again.

Court lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb and hums lowly in satisfaction. 

You never realize how beautiful, sexy, and enthralling you are to him. He needs to show you once more. And then however many times you might allow him the singular delight of you. 

'I know, baby. You need my touch ardently, don’t you?’

‘Yes. Please.” Desire coats every word you speak.

In response, Court presses kisses to your temple, nose, and cheeks, before finally drawing you in for a proper kiss. His lips move against yours devoutly. As if saying all the words he suspects you may need to hear, but he can’t quite voice just yet.

Court does not waste any time. He knows you need to get out of your head and oh, he can give you that escape all night long. He unwraps his arms and pushes you down onto the bed with a firm hand.

An excited shiver runs through your body as Court now hovers you with his massive form. Unfortunately, an annoying layer of clothes still separates you from him. Not acceptable.

Your pajama bottom and top are made quick work of and Court is happy to see you only left in a single pair of black undies. 

The man positions himself next to you, his lips finding yours needily again as he runs a hand down your form. He finds your chest and squeezes greedily. Your nipples are lavished with attention, being pinched and pulled beneath his rough fingers.

Court releases your mouth only after biting down on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper. Ah, the first sweet sound of many tonight. He’ll make sure of that. 

Your perky nipples catch his gaze then and Court shifts to take your right bud into his hot wet mouth. Court sucks hard. Adoring the wanton moans that follow like clockwork as he switches between your twin peaks. 

‘Perfect, so supple.’ Court mutters as he pauses to give both a firm massage with his hands. 'You're so lovely, you realize?’

You watch his every movement as he lavishes you with attention.

'You're being so sweet tonight.’ 

Court looks up at you at your comment and smirks.

'I'm always sweet.. sometimes it's just mixed with the rough, but you love that, right?’

To emphasize his point, Court brings a hand up and slaps your left breast just hard enough. You let out a small yelp at the sudden action and another when he does the same to your right.

‘Court!’ You whine, bashful about how much you actually liked that.

Your adorable reaction causes Court’s already hardening cock to twitch. And before he can help himself, his arm reaches out and slaps your pussy through the thin garment. That sends you over the edge and you feel a wetness pool even more between your folds. Oh god, you need his fingers or his tongue. 

Your lover is well aware as you meet his gaze and he offers you a smug grin. The feeling is mutual as Court has been longing for the taste of you all day. 

He leans down and places two tender kisses to your hardened peaks as his hand tenderly rubs your clothes core. He'll be giving you much needed attention there soon.

Court begins to slowly trail kisses and licks down your body until he gets to your hips. He rises and positions himself so he's in front of your lovely, but very closed legs.

‘Open for me, sweetheart. Need to see you now.’ He commands, placing his hands on them and caressing gently. 

You pout and stubbornly do not. ‘I-Im feeling a bit embarrassed.’

Court raises a delicate dirty-blonde eyebrow.

‘Embarrassed by what, my angel? I've seen your pussy so many times I dream of your silk folds.’

The wet dream admission stuns you and your guards let's down just enough that your legs part slightly. Court takes the chance and pulls your limbs apart with his strong hands.

Your already soaked core is exposed to him in all your majesty and Court unconsciously licks his lips at the sight.

The sight of him so transparently mesmerized causes you to tremble. Yet, you still open your mouth to softly protest just to be a brat, but it is too late.

‘Christ, I'll never tire of this, you are fucking all mine. Nobody else can see you like this.’ Court growls. 

With that said, Court dives down into your pussy like he hasn’t tasted your nectar several times this week. He is not patient tonight either. He sensually runs his tongue up and down your core. 

You're already so wet. 

Legs automatically wrap loosely around Court’s thick neck as his hands move to grip your thighs in place. Cry after cry is already leaving you. Simmering blissing racing through your body, so overpowering, so fucking addicting.

He's so pleased he latches on and sucks on your sensitive nub with a trained precision. 

Court eats you out like a priceless delicacy as his tongue slides through every inch of your pussy. Your hands find purchase in his locks, pulling and tugging without care. 

You know he likes that, relishes in every little sign that he's pleasing you. Fuck. Court is a man of layers after all and your praise is high on his list of priorities.

That tongue of his should be illegal because all too soon that familiar urgency flares through your body. You rock against his face in response, wanting to draw out your high, but so in need of the friction. 

It's all so overstimulating, but Court finds just the right balance for you. Always so attentive. 

‘Court… fuck.. ohhhh god, please, please.’ You beg, legs now around his shoulders like a vice.

Your moans are heavy now and you imagine that if Court wasn’t busy coaxing an orgasm out of you, he would mock your volume. 

The thought is fleeting though as your climax crashes through you and a long sigh of ecstasy escapes you. You're in utter heaven. 

Immediately, Court fingers dig into your hips and hold you down as he flicks your pulsating nub. Court wants you to feel as amazing as possible, needs you to see how dedicated he is to you.

The two of you have never defined this arrangement, but there is only you. Nobody else could catch his attention. Nobody else gets this intimacy or his affectionate teasing. And nothing compares to this feeling between the two of you; he finds it utterly intoxicating.

As your high wanes like a fading flame, Court slowly pulls back and releases you. The man shifts off the bed as he watches you with satisfaction. Your juices cling to his beard, your unique scent marked on him, but he does not mind. In fact, he looks incredibly proud.

Meanwhile, you lay there, eyes squeezed shut, so wrecked. The feeling of finishing so spectacularly is still radiating through your body.

Court’s eyes over you and taking in your beauty and feeling so pleased with himself for being the one to have you in this position. He is a lucky man indeed. But, now he must have you in the most primal and intimate way. Your pussy is practically calling his big cock and he needs to fill you to the brim. 

The pants and boxes he still wears are yanked off and the bed dips as he practically throws himself back on it. 

‘Hands in mine, darling.’ Court demands impatience in his tone. 

Your eyes open at that and you peer up to see the desperate expression on the face of your lover. You know better than to tease him with your bratty ass right now.

Raising your hands, Court takes them and moves you like a ragdoll. He has you sprawled out under him, sideways on the bed. He loves to manhandle you and put you into whatever position entices him that day. 

Those legs of yours spread automatically for him. You're still so overstimulated and in a haze from your climax. Court hovers above you. His strong muscled back is straight as he grips his thick cock that is already leaking with precum. The head is bulging and red. 

You let out a low whimper as his dick slides through your folds, a mixture of his saliva and your juices to lubricate himself.Court takes a breath, his ocean eyes clouded with lust and desperation. Your hands now grip the satin sheets under you in preparation.

And then Court is painstakingly guiding himself inside you inch by inch until he bottoms out. He gives you both a moment to adjust, your sweet sounds filling the air. 

‘Fuck, y-you always s-streach me out so goddam good..’ You manage to get out, your eyebrows furrowed, pleasure written across your face.

‘Of course baby, this pussy was made for me,’ Court murmurs back as he slowly begins gliding in and out of your pussy. 

The lewd sounds fill the air and excite you both. As always you’re so fucking tight and wet. Just right for him. Court can’t help but to lose control from the way you grip his thick cock. And just on cue, begins fucking into you with rough abandon.

Court’s hips slap into yours roughly while with both strong hands he holds your legs up. It gives him just the right angle to slide in and out of your needy core. It also allows him the full naughty breathtaking view of you. 

Your full body exposed to him, chest trembling, face pinched in please, and so so perfect as his cock moves in and out of you.

‘You love this, don’t you? Can't enough of the way I fuck you, huh? Tell me you'll never take another. Say you're fucking mine!’ Court demands roughly.

‘I-Im yours, baby, all yours,’ you call out through the passion of his frenzied actions.

‘That's right. All of the dirty things I do to you feel so fucking good. Just look how you take me so well. We were made to fuck each other, sweetheart.’

‘Oh Court…’

The dirtiness of his words as you make love is just too much. All of him is so much and yet not enough.

'You were so disobiedent earlier, cutting me off before I could finish teasing you at the meeting. Next time, you'll listen to my every word, just like you take every inch of me, alright?’

‘N-No..’ you protest weakly, crying out.

Court shifts then, letting your legs drop and leaning over you. The change in angle makes your eyes widen and you immediately reach to wrap your arms around his neck. He is so overpowering. Your legs encircle his waist, hugging him to you as he thrusts punishingly.

Every stroke, every sensation overwhelms your body.

‘No? Shall I stop fucking you, flip you over right now and spank that ass until it aches? Or would you rather I did that in front of everyone else..’ He taunts.

‘N-no, I have a r-reeputaation to uphold and that would be most u-unneighboorly.’ You squeak out, walls clenching at the thought of everyone knowing how rough Court takes you.

You’re surprised you have it in you to tease him again. But as one hand moves to his back, your nails dig in slightly. Court’s resounding groans of pleasure encourage you.

His eyes are closed in deep concentration as his cock hits the spot that makes you gasp in too much pleasure. Every fiber of his body is focused on pleasing you and chasing his own high. Why do you always have to make him come undone so fast?

Court can barely even look at your face currently. The sounds you’re making combined with the erotic bliss that crosses your beautiful features as he fucks you is too much. He is already struggling to hold off his own climax.

 You already feel like heaven, must you look like an angel too?

The words come out before Court can really process what he is even saying. 'Fuck that, everyone should know you belong to me.’

Court’s words cause you to gasp and before you can question him his thrusts speed up vigorously. His climax approaches and like a symphony reaching its momentous conclusion, the urge to cum fills him.

As always, Court pulls out and lets his heavy load paint your stomach. A string of muttered curses follow as he grips his softening cock and sighs in relief.

‘Fuck, that was intense.’ He pants, as one hand comes up to run through his tussles locks.

‘Y-Yeah, but you made me feel so so good..’ You murmur, sleepiness already tugging at you. Nothing puts your ass to sleep faster than good sex. 

Court offers a rare soft smile as he appraises your thoroughly fucked out form. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and before climbing off the bed.

Your body is limp, exhausted and fatigued from the physical and cognitive weight of being throughly fucked. You lay there across a bed, the only visible movement of your chest slowly rising up and down as you caught your breath.

Court leaves for a moment, but when he returns he has a damp cloth as always. He is gentle as he slowly parts your stunning legs once more and lays eyes on your now aching core. Slowly, he cleans his release off you until your clean.

‘There we go, you’re okay.’ Court coos. Just for you.

He moves once again to throw the used towel in the hamper before you have all his attention again. Court helps your tired body reposition on the bed, so your head falls against the plush pillow and he pulls the warm green comforter across your naked form.

You let out a yawn and close your eyes before turning on your side. Court slips into bed next to you and pulls you into his warm broad chest.

‘Tell me how you feel.’ He says after a moment of simply snuggling with each other. 

‘I feel good.. How about you?’

‘Amazing, baby.’

“Mm .. did you like that?’ The question is one you always ask during aftercare. Just something you need reassurance on. 

Court is more than happy to provide that.

‘I loved every second of it. You did so well for me, pleased me so much, and I already want more.’

“Really?’

‘I swear it.’ He answers solemnly.

A sleepy smile graces your face, but the long day and night are now catching up with you. ‘Mmm.. I’m tired, Court.’

In response he places a kiss on your shoulder and holds you tighter.

“I know, sweetheart. Let’s get you some rest now.’

“Mkay, goodnight.’

“Sleep well in my arms, angel.’

And you slowly drift off, feeling safe, sound, and secure in the arms of your Court.

⤷ Allow Me to Clear That Up, Angel

The morning after you are still laying in bed. Court is already up and moving around to room, gathering his things. He’s already showered and has to be off soon. You do not mind, you quite like watching him get undressed. Or naked. Either is hot when it comes to a beautiful man like him.

‘You okay?’ Court asks, looking up at you as stuffs something in his overnight bag.

You think it over for a second before shrugging. 

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

He nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

‘You were genuinely upset yesterday about Tabitha’s antics.’

The thought of Tabitha made you sigh.

‘Yeah, it is a lot deal with. But it’ll be okay.’

‘Hmm. You know you could always resign.. You do not have to deal with this. It shouldn't be such a heavy burden.'

‘It’s fine, I wouldn’t want to abandon the others either. They are good people.’ You say genuinely. ‘Besides the meetings can be fun when they aren't litigious.. just light and occasionally flirty.’

You giggle thinking of all the little secret ways Court has teased you at them. Yeah, they weren’t half bad. Maybe once Tabitha sued your ass off, you might disagree though.

Court lets out a chuckle too. 

‘I find it all rather amusing. The complex issues I’ve seen in my past.. Yet people are here bickering about potlocks and pools. It’s surreal.’

Surprise crosses you. ‘You never really talk about your past.’

‘I guess not.’ He answers, his jaw tightening slightly.

The tone in Court’s voice says not too push that subject, so you pivot to something else on your mind. 

‘Don’t worry about last night, by the way.’

‘Worry about what?’

‘All that ermm.. Dirty talk.. What you said last night about me being all yours. I know you didn’t mean it.’ You assure sheepishly.

Court looks at you blankly for a second. His blue eyes squint and he looks deep in thought as he tugs on his wrinkled suit jacket.

‘Perhaps, I have not been direct enough and for that I do apologize.’ Court starts as he finishes fixing himself and walks over to you.

‘Hmm?’ You ask, but before you can question him further, he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. His hand comes up to caress your face lightly as he does so. 

The intimacy of the action causes your face to heat up and you kiss him back slowly. You grip his suit jacket in return and bask in this moment.

When Court finally pulls away he simply says, ‘We play and have our fun, but I meant every word of last night. I know you and you know me in ways nobody else does. You are mine, is that understood?’

Part of you wants to ask Does that mean…

Yet, the intensity of Court’s gaze and the way he’s still lightly stroking your cheek seem to be the answer.

You give a simple nod and release him as he stands back up.

Court strides away confidently and glances back when his hand is on your bedroom door handle.

‘I’m glad we’re on the same page. I’ve got a busy week, but I’ll make sure to see you before the next meeting. Goodbye, sweetheart.’

With that he is gone, leaving you utterly shocked and on cloud nine. When your phone beeps once again to signal another new email, not even that can wipe the smile off your face.