Summary: You were a student at the same university Ryland was a faculty member at. You were not in any one of his classes, but you’d heard of him. Dr. Grace had his own little fan club on the campus – his students who sang his praises whenever and wherever they could. His brilliance, how smart he is, how many papers he has published, etc. Curious by nature, you’ve always wondered what a man that intelligent and well-known must be like outside of work. Would he be rude and proud like some? Would he be kind and gentle? And lucky for you, one evening, Dr. Grace walks into the cozy little pub you worked at. Small talks at the pub, a ride back to your dorm, a stormy night… Who knows what might happen?
Themes: professor!ryland, age gap, smut, professor x student (but reader isn't HIS student, ykwim?), soft!dom!ryland, explicit language
It was a slow night.
It was assignments’ deadline week for most. It was a Monday. And on top of all that, it was storming out. The rain was on and off, but the thunder and lightning was constant.
You weren’t even scheduled to work that night but when one of your colleagues couldn’t make it because of the horrible weather, the boss called you and asked you to please fill in for them. It was convenient. You were closer after all, since you lived at the dorms nearby. Plus you were ahead with all your assignments so you were free. Besides, the extra money wouldn’t hurt.
You looked around the pub as you mindlessly wiped the counter down for the fifth time. The floor was mostly empty. There were no students in sight. Only a couple of people scattered about, some in the booths, most of them still with their first pint of beer and their phones in their hands. Some people read, others were engaged in hushed conversations.
You sighed. Guess it was gonna be yet another boring, stormy night.
But just as you turned around to look for something to do, maybe even rearrange the glasses for no reason, you heard the little bell above the entrance ring twice. Signaling that someone new had walked in.
You turned around and found Dr. Grace walking right at you.
Truly, you thought, what a man.
Tall, well-dressed even though in a slightly dorky manner with the sweater and the powder blue shirt, and casual jeans. You’d never seen him in casual clothes before. And those glasses on that gorgeous face. How was this man just walking around single? You knew he was single because some of the girls you were friends with wouldn’t stop talking about it.
And you didn’t blame them. Gods, if you had him as one of your professors, you would get nothing done in his class.
You blinked and Dr. Grace had taken a seat at the counter, and he let out a heavy sigh. He hadn’t made eye contact with you yet. He just took a seat on one of the old leather stools and kept his head down.
You waited for a moment or two. Waited for him to look up and order something but he didn’t. He just sat there. You had no other option but to approach him first.
“Hi, Dr. Grace.” You spoke, giving him a small smile the moment he finally lifted his head up and looked at you. Wow. He had really pretty eyes. “What can I get you?”
“Oh god.” He groaned dramatically. “You’re not one of my students, are you? If you are, you should be at home completing my assignments.” He did that thing where he looked at you from above the frame of his glasses. Such a teacher thing to do. But he made it look attractive.
You laughed. Fuck. He was adorable on top of all that they said he was. “Unfortunately, I’m not. Physics and math stuff aren’t my thing. Same university, however I’m studying English Lit.” You let him know.
“Ah.” He nodded, “Well, I came here to escape my students.” He smiled fondly while talking. “Their emails mostly. You know how it is, all of them suddenly have horrible things happening to them and they all need deadline extensions.”
You chuckled, then carried on admiring the man in front of you while he began talking about some drama which occurred in his department earlier that day. Honestly, you barely paid any attention to what he was saying. He was just so god damn gorgeous.
He looked a little tired, maybe even a little sleep deprived and yet so, so handsome. You got it now, now having seen him from up close, why some of his students were almost obsessed with him. Rightfully so.
Dr. Ryland Grace… with his nerdy glasses, his messy and fluffy but perfect hair, those clear blue eyes. Not to mention the intellect. He was smart. While explaining the department drama he went off on multiple short tangents – explaining contexts or anecdotes – but he was so concise with it that it felt like you could listen to him talk forever.
So he didn’t come here for drinks, you concluded. He just needed to get away and clear his head. Plus, he had mentioned somewhere in there that he had driven here. So yeah. Definitely no alcohol.
“Well, then. What should I get you? We have lots of non-alcoholic drinks. Zero percent beers, ginger beers, alcohol free ciders,” You listed some more.
But Dr. Grace just shook his head and said, “Actually I have this headache, I should just get some iced water.”
You smiled and nodded. “Coming right up!”
A minute later, when you placed his glass in front of him, it took you by surprise when he casually said, “Oh. Thank you, sweetheart.”
There it was. A shiver dancing down your spine upon hearing that word. He’d whispered it. But that voice of his did something to you.
You quickly cleared your throat and looked for something else to say. You found yourself saying, “Are those foxes? On your sweater?” You leaned against the counter, like you always did when making small talks with your favorite regulars.
Dr. Grace let out an unexpected chuckle. “Yeah.” He admitted rather sheepishly, “I… I like foxes.”
Huh. Cute.
But then the smile disappeared from his face and he sighed again. For a moment, he threw his head back and groaned, “I hate work on some days.” He said it in that tired, whispery, raspy voice again.
And that should not have been as hot as you found it. Fuck. He was gorgeous even from this angle as he threw his head back and let out a slow exhale. Your mind went straight to the gutter. And you began imagining filthy, filthy things.
You’d never been so attracted to someone’s throat before. Was that even a thing?
“You know those days,” He lowered his head back to normal and spoke, “Those days where nothing goes the way you want it to. Where everything feels wrong? Oh god. I think I’m having a midlife crisis.” He said, placing his elbows on the wooden counter and cupping his face in his hands. The action made him look so boyish, it drove you insane.
You couldn’t just stare at the gorgeous, desolated man in front of you. So you said, “I’m sorry to hear that, Dr. Grace. But you know, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve always heard that you are a great professor. You’re brilliant, and kind. And funny, and smart,” He began cracking a little smile at the sound of this. “So,” You continued, “Whatever it is, midlife crisis or not, you of all people will figure it out and get yourself out of this mess.”
Dr. Grace gave you a genuine smile. “Thank you, sweetheart. It feels good to hear that.”
You didn’t let the nickname affect you as much this time. You were afraid of what you might do if you thought about it for too long. So you found a way out of the conversation. “No problem. I gotta go do some stuff in the back, we’re short staffed today. But do let me know if you need anything else.”
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Dr. Grace didn’t linger for long. It was getting near closing time as well. So one moment he was sitting at the counter, scrolling on his phone and the next, he was gone.
You went ahead with your regular routine and closed the pub. The weather was still bad, damp and cold. But at least it wasn’t raining as you began walking to your dorm. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm. Damn it. You should’ve worn something warmer instead of your skirt and tights.
As you were about to curse yourself some more regarding your choice of clothing on a night like this one, you noticed a car approaching. Slowing to a stop, until it caught up to you. You stopped walking as the window rolled down, and you could see Dr. Grace in the driver’s seat.
“Come on.” He said gently, “I’ll drop you. It’s gonna start raining soon.”
Ah, fuck. He really was fucking hot. Even in the knitted sweater with wolves on it.
“Oh.” You tried not to immediately jump into his car. “Dr. Grace, it’s a short walk.” You said, almost shivering, your voice unsteady due to the cold.
“Oh get in.” He must have noticed because he insisted. “It’s too cold out for you to walk back to the dorms, sweetheart. Come on, I’ll drop you.”
You would be lying if you said that the nickname plus caring demeanor combo wasn’t driving you absolutely insane. Why did he have to be so kind? So soft spoken and gentle? And to make things worse, he had a nice car. The interior was sleek and clean, and it was nice and warm, and it smelled good.
It smelled like him.
The moment you strapped your seatbelt, it started raining like hell outside. And you turned to find Dr. Grace with a triumphant smirk on his face. “Told you it was gonna rain.”
You smiled. “I should’ve known better than to argue with a scientist.”
He laughed.
—
The drive was, of course, short. But he never once stopped talking. Making you laugh with his funny little anecdotes, or his horrible jokes. Really, he was a nerd.
A hot one.
By the time he pulled into the parking area of your dorm, the rain had gotten heavier. Even the thunder was much louder than before.
“Thank you for the ride, Dr. Grace. Looks like I’m gonna have to make a run for it.” You looked ahead, through the windshield. Yeah, no. Your building wasn’t too far but with the heavy rain, you’d be drenched by the time you made it there.
“Or,” Dr. Grace spoke up quickly. “You could wait. You’re gonna catch a cold with the rain this bad.”
You debated. The windows were getting foggy, and the inside of his car was so warm. Plus, with the streetlights allowing some light in, he looked so handsome. You never wanted to leave. You eventually would, but… maybe you could stay a while?
“Right.” You agreed. “I’ll just wait a few minutes, I suppose.”
He smiled and the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment or two. Then you asked, “Is your headache okay?”
“Oh,” He explained, “I think I just needed to get out of the house, you know? I’ve been working more than usual recently. I probably just needed a break. Plus these kids, I mean no offense, but…” He groaned in annoyance.
You chuckled as you looked at his side profile. Gods, he was perfect. “Well, I’m glad you feel better.”
He turned to look at you with a lay smile. His glasses caught the light and you couldn’t help but think how well they suited him.
“I guess your cucumber and mint infused fancy water helped too.” He said, “And maybe I was just being dramatic about everything, you know?” He added quickly, “And before you make a smart little comment, yes, scientists are allowed and can be very, very dramatic.”
“Oh I can tell.” You laughed again, unable to look away from his gorgeous eyes. He was dangerous. Did no one tell him he couldn’t just be going around looking at girls like that?
He was quiet. And so were you. The rain was getting louder. The thunderstorm, incessant. His breathing deepened. As did yours.
You didn’t know who leaned in first. Maybe it was you. Maybe him. Or maybe both of you leaned in at the same time. But in the blink of an eye, his mouth was inches away from yours. And you were about to close the distance but Dr. Grace pulled away first.
He didn’t move too far away from you. Just a few inches away as he muttered to himself. “Oh my god.” He groaned quietly. He was still close enough that his warm breath tickled your skin. “I don’t know what I–,” He looked deep into your eyes and said nothing for a moment. Then said, “I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t.”
You reached out and touched his face gently. His stubble was rough against your palm but his skin was so warm. He was so warm. The heat was almost radiating off him.
“It’s okay, Dr. Grace.” You whispered, leaning in slowly. “No one has to know. Besides, it’s just a kiss.”
You closed the distance between your mouth and his lips, kissing him gently. His lips parted instantly. And fuck… his lips were so soft. You caught the little, almost desperate gasp he let out when you pulled away.
“See?” You said, “Just a kiss. Nothing wrong with it.”
He was quiet. And a heartbeat later he was kissing you. Properly. His hand grabbed your face tenderly, pulling you into him as he turned his head and deepened the kiss, surprising you with his enthusiasm. And skill, honestly. He was such a good, slow kisser. It felt like you were melting right under his touch.
His hand held you by the chin, keeping you in place as he kissed you deeply, passionately. Sighing and groaning softly against your mouth like he’s been starving for this very moment. “Fuck…” He whimpered quietly against your lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip.
“Come here, I need you closer.” He leaned back into his seat, pulling you onto his lap.
And you shifted smoothly over the console, straddling his denim-covered thighs as you lowered yourself down on his lap. Your arms went around his neck. You couldn’t stop touching the soft fabric of his silly sweater.
His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against him. He gave you a faint, nervous smile. “We’re being really bad.” He whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose with yours. “Aren’t we?”
“I told you, no one had to know. It’ll be our little secret.” You whispered, smiling down at him as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of your skirt, and it made your heart race even more.
He leaned back, his head against the head rest as he watched you. He was silent for a moment. He just watched as you rubbed your hands all over his shoulders and chest. Then he asked, “Can I kiss you again, sweetheart?”
You nodded, already leaning in for another kiss. It was short and sweet.
And when you pulled away, he said, “You taste amazing. Like peppermint.”
You chuckled at the comment. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smirked. Looking devilishly handsome. “Does the rest of you taste as good?”
You couldn’t help the surprised gasp which left your mouth at the sound of that. Both of you laughed. “Dr. Grace.” You teased. “Who knew you had such a way with words?”
He grabbed your chin again, keeping your eyes on his as he said, “It’s Ryland, baby. Not ‘Dr. Grace’. You’re on my lap, I think you can call me by my first name now.”
You giggled. Then said his name, as if testing to see how it would sound. “Ryland.”
“Good.” He looked down at his lap, watched how your skirt had ridden up, exposing a lot more of your thighs than expected. “Come on, then. I’m waiting.” He said, leaning in to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck. “I want a taste, baby.”
You frowned, wondering about the mechanics. This position made it hard for him to– oh.
The realisation of what he meant hit you once he grabbed your hand and casually shoved your middle and ring finger into his mouth, wetting them first, then said, “Now, sweetheart. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Your heart raced a little faster. Fuck, why was the sight of your fingers in his mouth so hot. And why did he have to pull them out so slowly? He was killing you.
But you did as he asked, and Ryland looked almost hypnotised as he watched shamelessly. He watched how you slid your skirt further up, and slid your tights down – with some help from him – and how you pushed your underwear aside and gently traced slow circles around your throbbing clit with your fingers, gathering your wetness on your fingertips. You let out a gasp as you touched yourself, keeping your eyes on his face.
His pretty, pink lips parted as he breathed deeper and deeper. The bulge in his jeans growing more and more prominent each second. Fuck. He was so hot.
You were so busy staring at him that you’d forgotten about his demand from earlier. So he was quick to remind you. “In my mouth, baby. Come on.”
Ryland didn’t hesitate before taking your two fingers into his mouth the moment you pressed them to his lips, wrapping his lips and tongue around them and sucking them gently into his warm mouth.
You whimpered when he held your stare as he moaned at your taste.
“So fucking good.” He reluctantly released your fingers, still holding your stare as he reached in between you two to touch himself through his jeans. It was such a small gesture, just him fully grabbing his cock and releasing some of the pressure.
But it had you almost drooling already. And judging by the way you were grinding your hips on his thigh, he could tell you were on the edge by just watching him as well.
He smirked and asked, “One more time, baby. Please.” He begged. “I just need one more taste. Just one more, and then we can fuck, okay?”
This time, you nodded and obeyed right away. You reached down and purposely brushed your knuckles against his bulge as you pushed two of your fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you a couple of times, gently, before lifting your hand up to his mouth again.
He took your fingers into his mouth again, only this time he grabbed your hips and lifted you off his lap for a moment, sucking on your fingers as he undid his belt and zipper as fast as he could, pulled your underwear to the side, aligned his cock to your hole before gently lowering you down on him.
You both moaned and groaned as you slid down his thick cock, your fingers in his mouth and his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you.
You let out a whimper at the sudden movement. Your fingers slipped out of his mouth.
“Fuck!” Ryland tensed up. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you need a moment?”
“No.” You whined. It was all too much, but fuck, you did not regret it one bit.
You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock. Or tried your best. He was… a lot to take in at once.
Given the lack of room for proper movement, and both of your desperation combined, you couldn’t bother taking your shirt off completely, you just lifted it up to your chin, bra and all, baring your breasts to him.
The chill in the air made your nipples hard, but so did Ryland’s ravenous stare. His mouth was onto you in no time. “Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He whispered, before leaning in and taking one of them in his warm mouth. His hands at your hips slowed you down for a moment, as he focused on having his mouth wrapped around one of your tits. “Fuck me,” He cursed. “You’re perfect.”
Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you with his tongue and teeth, tasted you like he’s been dying to do this whole time. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him.
“Ryland…” You gasped, laughing as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up.
Ryland let out a gasp when you tugged on his hair. Huh. So he liked his hair pulled? You did it again. And he gasped again.
So you did it again, enjoying the desperate whimpers he let out.
And again.
He finally caught on to what you were doing, so he pulled away and looked up at you. “Having fun?”
You smiled, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. “Maybe.” You whispered, inching closer to him, grounding your hips against his, slowing down for now, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock inside you as you made out hungrily. His glasses got in the way but neither of you cared at the moment.
You playfully bit his lip, making him whimper in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. “Okay, okay. I see you’re getting impatient.” He whispered against your skin as his hand slipped under your skirt, his thumb caressing your inner thigh. His fingers crawled upward until he found your clit, teasing it as he said, “Fuck yourself on my cock.” He gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust behind his glasses. “Go on, baby. Make it good for me.”
Fuck. That cocky tone of his? Lethal.
You moaned as you slid up and down his thick cock again, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in this time. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. His thumb still rubbing your clit in slow, agonisingly good circles.
“Ryland…” You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. “You feel so good.” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter.
Ryland threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt. He let out a strained moan, almost another whimper as he thrust up into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “Look at you. Just look at you.” He gasped. “Fucking perfect, huh? Such a perfect girl for me.”
You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him. You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up harder into you.
You knew you wouldn’t last too long. And he knew it too, judging by the way you tightened around him each time he thrust into you.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”
You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”
He cupped your cheek with his other hand, and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…”
“Fuck….” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath.
Ryland pulled out just in time, and came right after you, his warm load spilling all over your thighs, your skirt, his jeans, and your tights, as he wrapped his arms around you and held you. Shoving his face into the crook of your neck to catch his breath.
Your head rested on his shoulder, your damp skin against his soft sweater, as you tried to calm your racing heart.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Ryland murmured after a minute, cupping your face in both of his hands as he examined your face. “Are you okay?”
You nodded and gave him a satiated, lazy smile. “All good, Dr. Grace.” You whispered, feeling his cock against your thigh.
“Oh?” He smirked, playfully smacking your bare, exposed thigh. “Back to being ‘Dr. Grace’ now, am I?”
You chuckled and said, “We made a mess in your car.” You hid your face into the crook of his neck. “But hey, thanks for the ride again.”
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