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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

[project-hail-ryland]

show me how - 18+ ryland grace x fem!roommate!reader

when ryland is out of town for an academic team competition a nude photo of you accidentally makes its way to him instead of the intended recipient.

cw: smut, p in v, nudes, ry kinda ooc

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

at 6am on a rainy friday morning your car comes barreling into the grover cleveland middle school parking lot. ryland’s in the passenger seat wearing his usual teacher getup, blue eyes scanning the itinerary he put together for the academic team’s trip.

it was pouring when you woke up, so you offered to drop him off before you went to work to keep him from getting soaked while riding his bike.

you pull into a spot near the school bus that’s awaiting his arrival and put the car in park.

“good luck this weekend,” you smile, patting ryland’s shoulder as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“well, im not worried about the team’s performance,” ryland laughs. “moreso their behavior.”

he’s been looking forward to this competition for a looong time. every tuesday and thursday he’s stayed after school for hours, quizzing his prized academic team until he’s sure they know every fact and tidbit there is to know about their designated subject.

he pops the passenger door open and steps out, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder.

“call me if you need anything, i know you hate having the place to yourself,” he jokes, knowing you could use some alone time for once.

you smile and give him a little wave as he sprints off to hop onto the bus. he looks so dorky in his yellow raincoat, you can't help but smile to yourself when you notice that he perfectly matches the bus.

you’ve lived with ryland for a few years now. the two of you met at a coffee shop after you were stood up by a date. it turned out you had a few mutual friends and a lot of things in common, so you graciously accepted his offer to move in to the empty bedroom in his apartment.

you quickly settled into a comfortable routine. he’s a great roommate. always considerate, clean, and generous. with time, you became best friends who lived together rather than just roommates.

as you drive home in the fog and rain, you plan out what you want to get into this weekend in your head. you can’t remember the last time ryland left for even a night, let alone an entire weekend.

you could walk around naked, maybe blast your music, perhaps do some spring cleaning. ryland doesn’t necessarily have a hoarding problem, but he never wants to throw anything away, which is why the kitchen cabinets are bursting at the seams with collectible cups and plates that nobody uses. they’ve got to go.

☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

the workday drags by. ryland texts you updates on his adventures every few hours.

one kid threw up on the bus, classic.

finally, the clock strikes 5 and you leave to head home to an empty apartment.

you pause for a moment and think that maybe you should invite over the fling you’ve been entertaining, but you just shrug and make a mental note to revisit that idea later.

you ultimately decide to run yourself a bubble bath, order chinese, and drink wine. then, you'll see how you're feeling.

after eating dinner and soaking in the tub for so long that you are practically a raisin, you step out and slip into a silk robe and lingerie set that you never wear.

it’s not like you have anyone to wear it for, and it’s definitely a little risqué for everyday wear.

you smile in the mirror. maybe it’s the 2 glasses of wine that you've chugged or the way your cheeks are flushed from the hot bath, but you look really good.

delighted, you prance to the kitchen to start your cleaning. the wine is making the task much more fun, and it’s keeping you from thinking about how upset ryland may be at you for throwing so much stuff away.

after awhile, you place the box full of throwaway dishes in the corner of the laundry room. out of sight, out of mind!

the wine is officially getting to your head now and you have half a mind to call that hinge date to come over.

you waltz to your bedroom and lie back on the bed, pondering your next move.

maybe you’ll just send a flirty text. you'd been chatting earlier anyways, what's the harm? you’ve been on a few dates over the past two months and fooled around a handful of times, it’s not like it would be too bold.

so you take a picture of your chest, one hand squeezing yourself through the lacy bra beneath your silk robe.

you giggle and close one eye as you press send along with a message.

“thinking about you.”

you put your phone on the nightstand, awaiting a response. maybe they will come over and you can finally seal the deal!

but after awhile, your phone never buzzes. in the meantime, you've picked up a book, trying to distract yourself while waiting for a response.

you glance at the clock on your bedside table.

it’s been nearly 45 minutes!

you pick up your phone, opening it back up to the text stream.

your heart jumps up into your throat, jesus fucking christ.

you sent that to ryland.

and he read it.

read 9:45pm.

it’s 10. he saw it 15 minutes ago and didn’t say anything.

mortified, you frantically start typing out a message.

but then you see him typing, so you stop.

“yeah? what exactly are you thinking about?”

you squeal and throw your phone across the bed. no way he just asked that.

then you feel it start buzzing. someone is calling you.

and of course when you pick up the phone with shaking hands you see that it's ryland's contact lighting up the screen.

you answer.

“h-hello?”

“that wasn’t for me, was it?” he asks, teasing. you can hear the smile in his voice, he's clearly entertained.

“no, im so so sorry! i was-”

but he cuts you off.

“i know it wasn’t for me, but i liked it. it definitely made me wish it were for me.”

your mouth falls open. “ryland,” you whisper breathily.

you hear what sounds like sheets ruffling from his end of the line. he must be in bed.

“what?” he asks, voice low.

and you realize how hot your body is. not from embarrassment or shame anymore, but from want. hearing his voice on the phone, knowing he saw the picture you sent him. it’s making you dizzy.

“are you alone?” you ask.

“yes.”

“i miss you,” you admit.

“i miss you too,” he laughs. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, we can pretend you never sent me that picture if you want.”

“no no no,” you quickly gasp. “it wasn’t for you, but im glad it went to you instead.”

“yeah?” he rasps.

“mhm,” you hum. “i-i want you to see me like that.”

“like what, sweetheart?” he groans, “use your words, tell me what you want me to see.”

you’re officially lightheaded. head spinning with thoughts of your best friend, your roommate, seeing you bare before him.

“want you to see me naked, want you to touch me,” you admit.

you hear him take a deep breath, shuddering on the exhale.

you back arches off the bed as you trail your hand down to the waistband of your underwear. your fingers toy with the fabric there, not daring to push beneath it yet.

“i want to see and touch you too. you have no idea how long i have wanted to. and-and i am not trying to sound like a creep, i promise i am not a pervert," he stops himself before he can keep rambling and back tracking.

he pauses for a second, not sure what to say next. then, he finally asks, “well, do the bottoms match?”

you nod, then realize that he can’t see you through the phone, so you mutter a quiet yes.

“wanna see them too,” he says softly.

you hear his sheets rustling again.

you snap a pic. on your back, one hand slipped into your panties, back arching slightly off the bed, and send it to him.

you hear him whine a little when he receives it.

“you’re unreal,” he gasps. “listen, honey. im sorry, but i don’t want this to be our first…encounter.”

you whine, “no-no, please. i don’t mind. please keep talking to me.”

but he’s so old fashioned. you know that he won’t budge on this.

“i’ll be home sunday, try to control yourself," he orders.

you groan in frustration.

“i know, i know,” he sympathizes. “and don’t send anyone else any pictures, you’re all mine now. if you want to be, that is.”

“i do. goodnight, ry.”

“good, i'm glad. i’ll see you sunday, sleep tight,” he whispers.

and the line goes dead.

☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

it's 7:30am on a beautifully sunny sunday when your car skids back into the grover cleveland lot. your hands are trembling, anticipation looming in your belly.

you watch ryland step off the bus and help the kids with their luggage. he sees you and waves, smiling brightly.

after a few minutes, all the kids have left with their guardians, and ryland begins making his way across the parking lot to you.

he's wearing a grover cleveland middle school sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed halfway up his arms. he looks so cozy, it makes your heart swell.

he yanks the car door open and climbs in, settling in with his duffle bag in his lap.

he looks over at you, blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight that's cascading through the windshield.

"we won!" he smiles.

of course that's the first thing he says, what a-

but before you can finish your thought, he's grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.

you pull back slowly, eyes coming up to peer into his.

"let's go home," he yawns.

the ride there is nearly silent. luckily, it's just a few minutes.

the tension is thick, you feel his eyes running over your bare neck, tracing your collarbones as you drive.

you feel his gaze slide down to the swell of your breasts, which are situated behind a very thin tank top.

you feel it burning a path down to your thighs, which your pajama shorts are doing very little to hide.

when you pull back into the parking lot of the apartment, ryland hops out quickly and you trail behind him as he heads up the stairs.

"im gonna jump in the shower," he says, already walking in the direction of your shared bathroom

about 20 minutes later, he emerges. a fluffy towel wrapped around his hips, low enough to show off the beginning of his v-line. you're practically drooling from your seat on the couch.

"see something you like?" he smirks.

you nod and rise to your feet, then you walk slowly across the room to him.

you drop down to your knees in front of him, hands finding the hem at the top of the towel and sliding just beneath the makeshift waistband.

"yeah, i do," you finally reply, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

ryland groans softly as one of your hands comes to palm him through the cotton.

he feels big. way bigger than you expected.

"as much as i want you to y'know...i don't want this to be how our first time starts," he says, hand coming to tip your chin up.

"but i want to!" you pout, dying to get his towel off.

"go sit on the couch, i will be right back," he says, giving your head a gentle pat.

he trots off to his bedroom and you reluctantly rise and saunter over to take a seat on the couch.

when he comes back in a pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt you smile up at him. his glasses are back on and his hair has been towel dried. he takes a seat next to you and you turn to face him, sitting criss-cross.

he takes both of your hands in his and leans in to kiss your cheek.

"are you sure you want to do this?" he asks softly.

"yes, i am very sure. can we think about the implications later? i just want you to touch me," you nod.

"okay, but we are going to do it my way," he replies.

he drops your hands gently. his left hand moves to your right hip, holding as he moves back in to kiss you on the lips, his right hand coming to cup your cheek as he does.

he smells like body wash and toothpaste and he tastes like the chapstick you put in his stocking a few months ago at christmastime.

he deeps the kiss, the hand on your hip pulling you to arch into him. he hums into you when you start to push your tongue into his mouth.

"so," you start, breaking the kiss. "what does 'your way' entail?"

he smirks, the hand on your face retracts to push his glasses back up the slope of his nose.

"well, first, i want to taste you right here on the couch. the couch we bought together after a week of living together."

he leans back in, lips finding the side of your neck just below your left ear. his breath fans over your ear as he pants, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin there.

he moves down to your clavicle, kissing right above where your collarbone meets your shoulder. his left hand squeezes your hip again, then slides up to palm your chest through your tank top.

he's talking into your neck now as he continues, "then, i am going to take you to my bed, if you want, and lay you down on the duvet cover you picked out for me."

he slides carefully to his knees on the floor, adjusting so you are facing straight ahead with his head between your legs. your calves come to rest on his shoulders and he presses a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

"does that sound okay?" he asks, looking up at you.

you nod fervently. he looks so pretty between your legs. his glasses are askew again, eyes heavy with lust, lips kiss-bitten and pink.

he kisses up your right leg now, moving from your calf all the way up to the bottom of your sleep shorts.

"can i get these off, angel?" he asks, fingers coming up to tug at the waistband.

you lift your hips and let him slide them off of you. he tosses them to the side and leans in to press a kiss to your hip.

with your panties still on, he presses his nose to your clit. teasing, he mouths at your slit. you're soaked, the thin cotton nearly translucent from your slick.

you push your hips forward, chasing the friction.

"i know baby, can smell how much you want me," he groans, his own hips bucking against the wooden base of the couch.

"let's get these off, hm?"

he slides your panties off and throws them somewhere behind his head. then he's on you immediately.

his hands hold your thighs, keeping you spread for him as he leans back in and flattens his tongue against you.

you cry out his name, clit pulsing as he continues to devour you.

you clench around nothing as he toys with your clit, begging him to touch you by bucking your hips.

"please," you whine, hands gripping his hair now.

he keeps going, licking long strips and sucking your clit.

finally, he brings a finger to your entrance and slips it in.

"f-fuck," he groans, his own hips bucking into the couch again when he feels you clench around him.

he adds a finger and pulls his mouth away from you. you feel his eyes move to your face, your cheeks turning crimson at the sensation of him watching you fall apart.

your eyes fall closed, face scrunching up as he curls his fingers inside of you.

"doing so good for me, can you come like this?"

you nod, eyes still closed.

you feel him lean back in and pepper kisses all over your thighs as his thumb moves to your clit to rub tight circles.

"yeah, i know you can do it. let go for me, thats my girl."

his voice is strained and he's sure he is going to explode soon. your whines and moans are going straight to his cock which is no doubt leaking in his boxers by now.

he crooks his fingers up just right and you moan out his name while you clench down and fall apart, the band in your belly breaking.

you ride out your high with ryland still gently curling his fingers inside of you, then your hips still and your face relaxes.

you open your eyes and look down at him. he's leaned back now, his free hand cupping himself through his sweats while he sucks on the fingers that were just inside of you.

you commit that image to memory.

"was that okay?' he asks, slightly nervous.

"are you fucking serious?" you laugh, still out of breath.

he smiles a big goofy grin, then stands up to reach down and scoop you up bridal style in his big arms.

he carrie’s you down the hall to his bedroom and tosses you gently on the bed. you suddenly realize you have no bottoms on, you’re completely naked except for your tank top, so you sit up and strip that off too. ryland is walking over to his desk to turn on his small lamp.

his jaw drops when he turns around and sees you fully bare on the his bed.

"you are not real," he groans. "where did those things come from?" he asks, gesturing at your boobs.

"oh come on, you've seen my boobs before!"

"no i have not."

"well you have seen them through all of my shirts! and you've seen me in swimsuits.”

"well i guess i wasn't looking, then. you know i am a respectful gentleman!"

you get a little offended, you kinda assumed he always thought you were hot.

he notices.

"okay, i lied. i knew you had nice boobs, i’ve looked,” he concedes.

you smile, pleased.

"i am naked in your bed and you are attempting to feign sexual innocence," you laugh.

"i am trying to be respectful!" he laughs back.

he sits down next to you and faces you. his eyes are stuck on your chest like glue.

"well don't be."

one hand reaches out to grab your hip again.

"don't say things like that, you don't know what that does to me," he groans.

you move a hand to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt.

"things like what?" you ask, putting on an innocent act. "like how i don't want you to be respectful with me?"

you lean in, hand coming to squeeze him through his sweats, which have a wet patch forming.

he lets out a shaky sigh when you touch him.

"or that i want you to do whatever you want to me," you purr, leaning in to kiss his neck the way he kissed yours earlier.

"b-baby," he whines.

you find a tender spot on the right side of his neck and bite down on the flesh, noting the location so you can return to it later.

"or that i want you to fuck me so hard i can feel it tomorrow?"

"that's it," he mumbles, suddenly moving to get on top of you.

he lays you back and crawls over your body, propping himself up on his elbows. he's still fully clothed, a tasty juxtaposition to your nakedness.

he moves to grind his hips into you, his clothed cock pressing between your legs. you grind up into him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"want me to take you like this?" he asks, hand coming to grab your chin.

"mhmm."

he sits back on his heels and yanks his shirt over his head. you always forget how toned he is, so you gawk at his abs a little.

he stands and slides off his sweats, leaving them pooled on the floor.

you watch as he starts to slide his underwear off, eyes zoned in on his crotch. when he finally springs free, your eyes nearly roll back in your head from want.

he looks so heavy. his pink, flushed tip is leaking copious amounts of precum. he's long, like very long.

he wraps his hand around the base and strokes himself a few times, his eyes heavy as he looks down at you.

"you sure?" he asks again.

"yes, really sure. god, you're so big, ryland."

he crawls back on top of you and lines himself up at your entrance.

when he pushes his tip in, your back arches off the bed. ryland groans into your neck, "so fucking wet for me."

hearing him talk like that, hearing him say fuck is crazy, and it turns you on.

he keeps pushing in, filling you up so full you see stars.

"s-so big," you mewl.

your legs wrap tighter around his waist as he starts to thrust into you. his lips are right by your ear and his breath tickles as he pants and groans.

"feel okay, baby?" he asks, starting to move faster and deeper.

you whine his name and a garbled yes as he finds a steady pace.

"still want me to fuck you disrespectfully?" he asks, pressing up to look down at your face.

"y-yes, please fuck me harder," you cry.

he readjusts you both so that you are nearly folded in half, then he starts driving into you.

"so pretty, i wish you could see yourself."

your eyes roll back in your head when one of his thumbs comes to rub your clit.

he's getting closer. he's spewing praise and grunting as he fucks into you with reckless abandon.

"so good, my good girl."

"all mine now, right sweetheart?"

"it was worth the wait, huh baby?" "yeah, i know it was."

“s-so fucking tight. i’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.”

he's starting to falter, thrusts getting sloppy as he comes closer and closer to the edge.

"ryland," you whine, "cum for me."

you look up into his eyes and that does it. he spills inside of you for so long. hot, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. you convulse around him, hitting your own peak as he wraps his up.

he fucks you through it, although you’re sure it hurts him.

when he pulls out, he pushes his spend back into you gently with two fingers, an unexpected move that makes your mouth drop open in shock and arousal.

and whatever happens next, at least you had some fun first.

[project-hail-ryland]

this is so bad i’m sorry guys im falling off big time

[celestiamour]

ft. ryland grace x f! reader — project hail mary

╰₊✧ smut!! 18+) bf was humping my leg while i was ignoring him, then i kissed him, and he came??? ┊0.7k words

“god, what’s gotten into you? you’re so needy,” you sighed. “i mean, even more needy than usual.”

he couldn’t help but whine at your cruel and indifferent tone of voice, sounding as if you didn’t care about his growing problem at all. normally, he wouldn’t be bothering you so much when you were already weary from hours of last minute work you were finishing up on your laptop at the last minute, but he just couldn’t stop himself. his face was shoved into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your addicting scent with his glasses pressing into your skin, his arms were wrapped tightly around your torso to pull you even closer than what seemed to be possible, and his was humping your leg like a damn dog in an uncontrollable and suffocating heat.

“i can’t help it…” he whined. his pace was inconsistent, but no matter how slow or fast he was going, the sizable bulge in his sweatpants was in desperate need of your attention that was nearly entirely focused on grading these last few papers.

ryland’s been acting clingy all day for some reason, and as you mentioned earlier, even more clingy than he usually is. he’s been constantly lingering around you and unable to keep his hands off, giving you the bedroom eyes and practically begging you to fuck him, but does he have to have a reason to be feeling horny for his lovely girlfriend? he thinks he’s been relatively well-behaved up until now where he’s at his wit’s end, his patience stretching thin, and his desire growing by the second. 

would it kill you to put aside your work for just a second so that you can help him out? his erection has grown to be almost painful from the constant friction, the angry red top leaking pre-cum like crazy, dripping down the shaft, and starting to stain the inner fabric of his clothing. he was half-tempted to pull his sweats down and just start casually jerking off right there and then, but you both already know it wouldn’t have been nearly enough.

you didn’t quite do it on purpose, or maybe you did, he’ll never know, but you’ve completely ruined him to the point that he couldn’t even come close to an orgasm without your help. without the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your hands massaging his cock, or his mouth taking you in, he was a complete lost cause. hell, even your voice would be enough for him, listening to you tease and taunt him for being such a useless whore that he couldn’t even come by himself, but you were remaining radio silent aside from the tapping of your keyboard, sparing him nothing but the occasional glance to see what a wreck he was becoming, growing worse by the second. 

the pleasure came to him like the ocean waves, washing over him before receding just as quickly, never fully reaching him in a constant push and pull that you were becoming increasingly tempted to join in on. it’s one of the most entertaining things in the world to see your buff and nerdy molecular biologist be such a mess who was just aching to come, but you had promised your students that these grades would be out by tomorrow…

so, just to keep the edge off for him, you relented by placing a cheeky little kiss on his lips and pouting at him, “aw, you big baby, just let me finish up here, okay? it’ll only be for a couple more minutes, ten at most, i promise.”

you weren’t exactly sure what his reaction would be, if he was going to be a brat about it by shoving your laptop aside and straddling your lap as he’s done before, or if he was going to be obedient and wait for you as you said, but you certainly didn’t expect him to fall silent. it made you tilt your head in slight confusion, considering he’s been a whimpering disaster the past fifteen minutes who has been begging for your attention nonstop, but upon closer inspection, you couldn’t help the amused smirk that flashed across your face.

“was a little kiss really enough to do all that?”

he didn’t answer you, practically shuddering from the sudden release and red as a tomato from embarrassment, but now, you couldn’t resist ignoring him for any longer, tossing your device aside to pounce on your boyfriend like he’s been wanting so badly all this time. 

[pontifikado]

your supplications for a decent roommate after you moved into your new place materialized in the form of one Ryland Grace, a middle school teacher — you could say that the two of you have coexisted in relative harmony... if you could overlook the fact that he's a bit of a slob. well not "a bit". he is a slob, especially when he's swamped with work.

it's been like that for a few cycles now, and you reached your breaking point one day when you arrived home, tired from work; you just wanted to crash and collapse in bed and not think of anything else, but the world decided to flash a middle finger in your face and give you this: the apartment was in an absolute state of disarray, and you know it's Ryland who left this in his wake.

furious and seething, you stomped over and barged into his room, ready to recite your tirade; but your words evaporated before they could even leave your lips as you stumbled upon Ryland in his bed — bent over, with his cheek pressed against a pillow, glasses hanging crookedly on his face — his knees were keeping half of himself up as he's got a hand stroking his cock that's practically squelching from the precum leaking copiously from the head, and the other was pinching and rolling and pulling at his nipple. and he was in the middle of moaning your name, too. you both froze in shock and horror when you noticed each other. suddenly that trashed living area didn't seem so important to you now.

[soupiemeowmeow]

Colt bumped into make-up artist!reader and split code all over them first day on set. Ok bye.

You CANNOT believe you are here with your LEAST favorite person on set. Colt motherfucking Seavers.

Your voice is muffled in your pillow as Colt is fucking you doggy.

“You have to use your words honey.” He coos at you, hand holding yours as he has you arched down on the bed.

“Mnmm…fuhhhck!….you” You moan out as best as you can. Drool starts dripping down your mouth and onto the silk pillows.

Ok bye one sided enemies to lovers with colt ok bye…I’m not good at writing….ok bye.

[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

—

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.

[cutiedrpepper]

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

[maalidoesart]

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[walmartnoodle]

Drawing Rocky is so fun……my favorite genius engineer