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Ryland Grace x reader
Summary: You have to pick up your little sister from her school because she felt s
Summary: Your tenth date anniversary with Ryland at his cozy home turned into something heated. Unfortunately you two were interrupted by an important call.
- 🏷️ : mdni ; making out ; almost only almost smut.. ; date night ; ryland is a good cook ; you are the dessert.. ; ryland is in love ; his couch is comfortable ; reader has many different thoughts about him ; sorry you get interrupted..
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One date turned into two, and those two dates led to ten.
Eventually, you were sitting in his kitchen. It was raining hard outside, like it usually did in the evenings, but inside it was warm and cozy.
Grace had his back turned, stirring something in a pot. Tonight, he wanted to cook dinner for the two of you. He called it your “tenth date anniversary.”
You had a wine glass in one hand, already halfway empty because he was taking ages. At least the conversation between you two was nice.
He was ranting about something that had happened at school with another teacher, but you just admired the way his shirt clung to his back.
How was a guy like him still single?
Because you were sort of with him.
“You are a really good teacher,” you said, so he wouldn’t think you weren’t listening, because you were listening to his stories.
And also imagining how he would look without a shirt on.
If you could, you would definitely rip that shirt off him. Maybe even with your teeth, only maybe.
Then he turned around to refill his wine glass, and you reached out to fix his glasses. “You look beautiful in this light. Like a painting.”
He was a charmer. And really good at it.
“Did you drink too much while I wasn’t looking?”
“Can’t a man appreciate beauty?” He chuckled it off before turning back to finish cooking. “I just like looking at how beautiful the woman I have been going out with is..”
After a moment, you decided to stand up and check what he was making, but he stretched out his arm to stop you.
“That’s a surprise,” he said, nudging you playfully.
“I want to see what you’re cooking, Ryland,” you insisted, pulling at his arm. But he didn’t budge and just pointed toward the table for you to sit down again.
You were really into him. You had realized that on the third date, when he started explaining something about his favorite show. He was passionate about things.
And he was definitely passionate about you, judging by the way his eyes always lingered on you for just a moment too long.
Finally, he finished and started serving the food. “Okay, it’s pasta, but made with heart,” Ryland explained, and you had to hold back a laugh.
“I can tell it’s made with heart. You’ve got a big one.”
Dinner passed quickly, and before you knew it, you were both sitting on his couch. The TV was playing some random channel he had put on while you were finishing the wine.
“You are actually a very good cook.”
Grace just laughed, then placed his hand on your thigh while his attention stayed on the TV. You were glad the lights were dim, because you were definitely turning red.
All thanks to that small accident a few months ago.
You had almost forgotten how you two met, because your mind was too occupied thinking about how good he looked.
Your wine glass was finally empty, so you placed it on the coffee table. As you leaned back, he suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist, and you just sat there for a while.
Eventually, you glanced at him, only to realize he had already been looking at you.
You hoped he couldn’t see how flustered you were, but it was pretty difficult to hide. Especially when he was this close and you could feel his breath on your skin.
“Can I kiss you?” he muttered, and you felt yourself practically melt in his touch.
The only way you could respond was by nodding.
The next thing you felt were his lips pressing against yours.
His hand wandered down your body and settled on your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, continuing to kiss you.
He felt so good. You could have guessed he was a great kisser, but experiencing it was something else entirely.
“You are a pretty good dessert…” he murmured against your skin as he kissed down your neck. You had never been a very vocal person, or at least that’s what you thought.. but he really brought that side of you out.
“Am I?” you chuckled as he kissed your jaw.
Ryland nodded, continuing to practically devour you.
He was a passionate man—very passionate. His hands moved over your back and slipped beneath your shirt as he gently pushed you down against the couch, hovering above you.
The lighting made him look even more handsome. He was always handsome, obviously, but right now he looked especially handsome..
As he tried to remove his glasses, you reached out to stop him. “Keep them on…” you said, pulling him back into another kiss.
For some reason, they made him even more attractive.
His hand moved lower, almost reaching your jeans, when suddenly your phone started ringing on the kitchen table.
“No, stay here, I want you…” he whispered against your jaw.
“I need to check,” you said, and he let you get up.
“Be quiet for a moment…” you told him before answering the call.
“What? Why? Aren’t you at that sleepover?”
“I want to go home. Mom said to call you.”
You let out a frustrated sigh, nodding to yourself. It sucked being the older sibling, especially when your mom didn’t have a car, your dad was on a business trip and you had to handle things.
“I’ll be there in a few, okay? Send me the address.”
After hanging up, your gaze shifted to Ryland, who was still on the couch, fixing his shirt and hair.
“I need to go pick up my sister… Sorry. Listen, we can continue this another day?”
“It’s fine. I can come with you so you’re not alone,” he said, already getting up to grab his jacket. He didn’t really take no for an answer.
It would be weird to pick up your little sister together with her science teacher, but you couldn’t exactly refuse him. Not after he had almost fucked you on his couch.
You really wished that he would.
You turned off the TV and went to put on your shoes while he held your jacket, already dressed.
“You don’t have to come with me, you know,” you said.
He just shrugged, then knelt down to help you with your laces.
But then he leaned in and kissed you again after tying your shoes, and all you could think about was him and his lips and him between your thighs.
“We should go get her now, or she’ll hate me forever…”
“Let’s go then.” He helped you stand up and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
“Nothing to be sorry for. I know how exhausting kids can be.”
Ryland was telling the truth and you definitely believed him.
