#ryan o’reilly fic

[nylwnder]

lake house

a/n: HELLO SWEETIES!!!!! welcome to my first 2024 fic n series! i started it off with ryan cause if you know me, you know he was everything to me for the 4 months we had him. also, HUGE SHOUTOUT to @shoot-the-puck for in a way co-writing this and the others with me i love you so much scoob thank you for being my asylum roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, enjoy and dont forget to tune in to the other drops <3 mwah!

pairing: ryan o’reilly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, its giving soft sex (unprotected), lowkey body worship, lowkey exhibitionism, childhood friends to lovers, use of “snook” and ryan being such husband material. gawdamn.

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @domi-max , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay, @fallinallincurls

series masterpost

the drive to the lake house was as calming as ever. although it was a couple hours, it was a trip you knew all too well. one you were dying to take every june the minute the last bell rang for summer break.

sometimes it was just you, your parents and your brother. most times, it was you and the o’reilly family. a lot of kids shared between two vans, snacking on chips and freezies from the coolers at the back of the cars.

the tradition never stopped when the lot grew older. you escaped to the house every time your winter term ended, then after your internship finished, and then when you could use up all your saved vacation time from your new job. ryan always followed when his nhl duties came to an end. both respective families coming in to stay in between.

that being said, this was the first time you drove to the lake house with ryan in the driver's seat and with you in the passenger's seat. it was the first summer since he came back home to toronto. but more so, to you. officially.

he was sick of waiting until your usual shared break, and you were very much sick of coming home to a cold bed.

before any headline could find you, ryan called you that night. and it was as if the 100 ton weight was being lifted off of your desperate shoulders. because it was. after ten years of long and needy facetimes, one-night lustful visits, and the best stanley cup celebration you two could possibly have imagined, you were going to have him, at your full disposal, “whenever you fucking want” as ryan had told you.

ryan put the car in park and you couldn’t help but smile about the fact that this would be the first time you’d be stepping into that house, as a proud pair. the “finally” ’s already shed by your parents who were following in behind the two of you.

—

the first night was spent with take out, laughs, pjs and movies and it always makes you grateful for growing up with a group with such a tight knit bond. your heart was full when you heard inside jokes from circa. 2006 running through the house — which are still ever so applicable, presently.

the next day, you didn’t wake until you heard the cars drive off in the late afternoon. it had been a while since you had the time to sleep in, so it seemed your body pranced at the chance. after heading to the bathroom, you couldn’t find ryan in the rooms or common areas. he always made sure you get as much sleep as you need, not only because he knows how grumpy you get if you don’t, but also because he always wants the best for you.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you looked out the windows casing the large lake. you saw the large figure of the man sitting at the edge of the dock and didn’t do anything else but make the walk over to him.

you sat beside him as he turned to face you with a toothless smile. you smiled at it, you always told him he looked cute like that, and he started listening to you. “sleep good, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down to cut the leaf caps off the pack of strawberries between his legs. “wonderful” you emphasised before you reached for the strawberry he handed you. “i’m glad. you deserve it.”

you took a bite out of the soft strawberry, the juices from the flesh spilling into your mouth. you couldn’t help but let out a little innocent moan. the first time you tried these, they were immediately the best strawberries you have ever had in your entire life. and they just so happen to be locally farmed near the lakehouse.

ryan giggled, “had to stop by the market and buy you a few packs during my run. wouldn’t be a lake house summer without these guys right here.”

“this is why i love you. thank you.”

he only responded by handing you the bigger piece between the two in his hand. you put your head on his shoulder as you two looked out in front of you. the sun was bright but not exhausting, as the wind from the water dismissed the heat.

“the folks went to gather some things for this week's meal plan.”

you hummed a response. but it got you thinking. and so you didn't waste time.

you turned yourself around in order to lay your upper body on ryan’s lap. he placed the knife and strawberries safely aside as he smiled. you gave him a small smile before shutting your eyes for a bit.

you reached for ryan’s hands from his sides. you played with his big and thick fingers for a bit, before taking his hand and placing it on top of your shirt. then you moved his hand under the hem. as you began to move it further up, the material of your shirt wrinkled with your movements and began to expose your skin.

ryan kept his hand in your grip and his eyes firm on you. you kept moving it up, reaching the curves of your boobs. “take it off” you mumbled as he obliged. taking off the tshirt and throwing it on top of the other items he had set aside.

you didn't reach for his hands again. he knows what to do. he always knows, ever since your first kiss.

the sun shined on your supple flesh. his calloused hands moved back to your curves. pushing down your pants a tad, in order to squeeze your love handles. later, his fingers lightly trace up the soft line marks found upon your hips, and the ones on the sides of your breasts.

your cheeks begin to mimic the berry blush as you open your eyes to look at ryan. you loved how comfortable you are to be vulnerable around him. you always felt adored, and safe.

he pulled you up swiftly, allowing your legs to straddle him. your arms naturally wrap around his broad shoulders. you look into his gentle eyes, “i love you, snook.” you lean in for a tender kiss but his hands push your body tight into his. “i love you more, sweetness.” his lips finally meet yours and he envelopes you perfectly. “always have. always will.” he whispers.

his lips meet your cheek as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and neck. you let soft moans escape your parted lips, your body melting into his figure. ryan often joked that his body was made for you specifically, with the way you fit against him so perfectly.

“gorgeous.” he whispers into your ear as his beard scrapes against you. you bite your lip at his words. one he's been telling you since you grew butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. “want you snook” you plead, your pussy twitching as his hands squeeze your bust. you grind down on him, and he huffs outs. “just had you yesterday morning, honey.”

“dont play with me, ry. you know i always need you.”

he hums in response. “thats true. i can never say no to my girl.”

he lifts you once again, getting to lay you down on the thin throw ryan had brought out with him. your eyes close again as the sun hits your face, but you feel kisses pressed all over your skin. ryan’s lips trace from your lips to your cheeks down along your jaw, and onto your neck once more. he sheds a few soft nips while he makes sure your panties and shorts are discarded.

its not long before he nips on your nipples, noises escaping your exposed body. your fingers pull down his own shorts and you feel his cock against your skin.

two digits slip smoothly into your damp cunt as ryan cups your face. you bite up a cry. but before you know it, he’s lined up at your entrance and you're pleading for him to move.

you let out a lewd moan as he pushes in. ryan followed with a low groan and you clenched around him immediately, “that’s my sweet girl. so divine.” he says as he gives kisses on the edges of your collarbone.

his thrusts are a blend of slow, long and quick, hard movements. his hands held your hips as he didn't let his lips leave your body. his hair tickles your chin as he gives your breasts some love once again. you felt yourself reaching the goal closer and closer. the all too familiar feeling of your wet walls stretching around ryan’s thick length driving him crazy.

your effect on him was always so strong. right from when you both were young. the minute you got hurt, it broke ryan to see you cry. it was his dire mission to help clean you up or provide you with the necessary pick me up. oftentimes that was bringing you your favourite snack or sometimes a kiss on your cheek was all you needed. when you laughed, ryan laughed. and even when it seemed like ryan and your brother were picking on you, he always made sure to give you a hug later on. he would never hurt you. and he'd never let anyone hurt you. that was for sure.

you were pleased that there were laughs, screams and talk from the surrounding residents that can help drown out your shared sounds. at the same time you couldn't possibly care if they heard either. your mind was far too fuzzy.

“make me cum snook. make me cum all over your cock” you were desperate and needy, i think that was already established. ry smiled at your words, pulling your body up into him once again.

your arms were so tight around him, you stuck to his body like gum on a shoe. he pumped into you as you also began riding his length. the way your body swayed with your hips helped bring ryan even closer to his climax.

your head fell back as you felt the wave of pleasure overcome you. ryan continued your movements for you until your whines dyed down. once you both finished you kept yourself on his lap “don't move, ry. still need you there.” you mumbled.

“till they come back?”

“please.”

a smile appeared on both of your faces. droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and you crushed them with your finger as your head laid on his shoulder. his hands rubbed the sides of your body as his face was cuddled on top of your head. his nose tucked into your thick hair. your smell, your weight, your breathing and your warmth calmed him. his mind never wandered off. he was the most present, the most grounded with you, like this.

“why is it that every time we have sex you’re so quiet?” you asked ryan as you looked up at him. it was a thought you had often so you figured you’d ask. “sometimes you used to make me feel as if i did something wrong…” you said with a little titter.

it was a stupid idea to think about, you knew ryan loved you so much.

he scoffed, “no honey, you could never.” you smiled. “you just take the breath out of my lungs”

you both start laughing. “you’re a pro hockey player and i’m the one who can kill you? i’ll take it.”

ryan lets out a chuckle again. “all i know is words cannot express how i feel when i’m with you, but i want to experience it till my dying days.”

your heart warmed. you grab his face and eagerly kiss him. “and so you will.”

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[hughesquinn]

update on dolly’s fave hockey teams: i fear i may have to add the avs to my top tier :/ cale makar has bewitched me body and soul and i fell down a rabbit whole and now i adore like half the guys on the team ��� so it seems my team of ultimate boys™��� is getting another member !!

( also i finally got around to posting the snippet of the nicojack migraine fic you asked for, hope you like it !! <3 )

WOOOOOO im not Super into the avs because i also know nothing but i also love cale makar <333 my white boy fr fr and ya!!!!! I should give u a fun fact which is two of my guys on my team (Ryan O’Reilly the love of my LIFE and tyson barrie yet another love) used to be on the avs :D and both played with mackinnon <3

[notaccurateornice]

My brain has decided to remind me that I used to have a crush on Ryan O’Reilly purely because of a fic I read on Mibba way back in the day

[rymurrsneckbeard]

I’ve seen a few people doing this and I figured I’d join in. It wasn’t a great year for me writing-wise, I really struggled with getting ideas on paper. Creativity in general was a struggle this year. But I did manage to get a few things finished and posted!

Works: 4

Words: 34,729

Pairings: 3 (+ a throuple!)

First up was finished in March.

fill my head with pieces (of the song i can’t get out)

Ryan Murray/Boone Jenner + Ryan Murray/Boone Jenner/Alexander Wennberg

This fic came about because I had one single scene in mind that I mentioned to my friend/beta. I wrote like 16k words so I could write one specific scene. This sums me up as a person.

Next I started a series of one-shots all based on the 2021 NHL season (well, the final part is going to involve the 21-22 season also but it’s my series, I can make the rules lol). It was to explore the way playing NHL hockey during a pandemic affects different couples/pairings in good, bad, and horny ways.

Part one of the NHL 2021: It’s Complicated series was posted in April.

Hang On, Hold Steady

Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

I always said I was going to write this pairing because they’re just so obvious, and this was finally my shot. It was also interesting to center this around Sid’s 1000th game. And I love some good “surprise this isn’t actually unrequited” love fic.

The next part of the NHL 2021 series is where things got horny. 

Behind Enemy Lines

Adam Henrique/Ryan O’Reilly 

This was honestly just me going through rosters like “okay who are two guys that wouldn’t normally play 8 games a year against each other that are stuck doing it now, who also happen to be hot enough to write porn about?” And I enjoy both of these guys. Also Adam Henrique screams power bottom to me, tbh. Just another pairing where my fic is literally the only thing on AO3. I do love me some rare pairs.

Part three of the NHL 2021 series is the last thing I officially finished in 2021 (although I’m hoping to start 2022 with a bang).

Finding a Way Back

Ryan Murray/Boone Jenner

These two will always be my fic OTP, pretty sure. This is like the...fourth time I’ve written them? And I have two other WIPs that have this pairing. I just really really love Murr and Boone together. Hockey separating these two just felt wrong, and it made sense to me to try to write something about the way they both managed it, as an established couple, separated for the first time in their careers, in two different divisions that meant they wouldn’t even play against each other a single time.

So that’s all! A pretty rough year in terms of posting, but honestly there was more than I realized, so I guess that’s a good thing. I’m trying to complete part 4 of my NHL 2021 series (yes I know, delayed, considering that entire season is over and the Cup was awarded etc) and then after fighting to find an idea for the return of a Much Loved Pairing, I finally came up with something, so hopefully parts 4 and 5 of that series will be going up soon. 

I have like 12k words towards one WIP already and the outline and first 2k-ish words of another, and a few other ideas I want to poke around with. So keep your fingers crossed for me that I’ll be a little more productive in the year to come. 

[powerblais]

2020 Creators Wrapped

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged by @18minutemajor~

1. This Teuvo Teravainen graphic for @morgangeeksquad‘s birthday. I was so proud of it I shared it on discord early 🤣

2. This Ryan O’Reilly gifset because the video itself made me emotional

3. This Detroit Red Wings graphic, I just like how it turned out

4. This Philadelphia Flyers graphic I did for Mio in the Winter Exchange that I really enjoyed doing

5. Most selfishly, this gifset of Joel Edmundson. Reasons are obvious.

I’m tagging @blueskrugs, @lulucanwrite, @marcostandella, and @robthomissed

[unfortunate-arrow]

Birthday Fic, part 3: Ryan and Cara

[Part 1, Part 2]

[Annie @department-shoe-stud , Tu @wangxianforever000 , Aishwarya @hogwarts9 , Tessa & Gracie @danceworshipper , and Luna @lunasilvermorny]

RYAN

Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes. It was incredible. He couldn’t remember the last time one of their birthdays had been an event. Uncle Doyle certainly never commemorated the day. The man barely acknowledged them unless he was angry or had some comment about “your filthy mudblood father.” It was amazing that their friends had actually done this. Aside from an elaborate streamer display overhead, there were four separate corners, each decorated in their house colors. There was a brilliantly drawn lion on fabric that was draped over a chair in what was obviously his corner. After all, Ryan was the Gryffindor O’Donnell. 

“Happy birthday, dude!” Ryan blinked and whirled around to see Anna Louise O’Reilly. 

“Hey, Annie. Thanks,” he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. 

“By the way, I am seeing Bats logos, right?” 

“Yeah. I think there’s a Kestrels logo or two hidden around here.” 

“You like the Bats too, then?” 

“Yeah. They’re probably our number 1 team, followed closely by the Kenmare Kestrels.” 

“The Holyhead Harpies are my other team. Do all four of you like the Bats and Kestrels?” 

Ryan laughed a little. “Well, Sara doesn’t get quidditch. So really it’s just Cara, Conor and me. The three of us do quite enjoy quidditch.” 

“Ah.” 

The two Gryffindors spent a little more time discussing quidditch and the Ballycastle Bats. Ryan invited Annie to join him, Cara, Conor, and Malcolm for a game when they got back to Hogwarts and the quidditch league started up again. 

“Happy birthday, Ryan!” Aishwarya Mehra exclaimed, tapping him on the shoulder. 

“Thanks, Aishwarya,” he said, smiling. 

“You’re welcome! This party is pretty cool.” 

“Thanks, but I can’t take credit for it. I didn’t even know that this was happening.” 

“Oh. Well, it is your birthday.” 

“Yeah. Thanks for coming. I mean, England is a good distance from India.” 

“It’s not too bad. Plus, I like you and your siblings. Honestly, though, the distance isn’t that bad. It’s more so the culture shock.” 

“I guess British and Irish culture is rather similar. If only because the fecking Brits invaded.” 

“Maybe. It’s probably just the Western vs non-Western culture. Not just the fault of the British.” 

“Maybe you’re right.” 

Ryan shrugged and the two moved onto a different, less volatile topic. They discussed fighting techniques for a while, with Aishwarya dominating the conversation. She even showed him a few simple moves. 

“Happy birthday!” Ryan nearly jumped, whirling around to see Tu grinning widely at him. 

“Thanks Tu,” he said. 

“No problem! So, have you heard anything about the new Defense Against the Darks Arts professor?” 

“Nah. I’ve seen the book list though. It won’t be Rakepick, though. That’s a good thing.” 

“Yeah. I never liked her either.” 

“She just always rubbed me wrong.” 

“She played favorites too much.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Anyways, here.” 

Ryan took the long, brightly wrapped package from her. He quickly unwrapped it and almost dropped it. It was a sword. He raised his eyebrow. 

“For you guys to defend yourself,” Tu said. 

“Thanks… I think.”

CARA

Cara grinned at the party in front of her. It was in full swing and she was immensely thankful for all of their friends that had decided to do this for them. 

“Hey, happy birthday!” Annie exclaimed and Cara grinned. 

“Thanks, Annie,” she said. 

“You’re welcome! So, Ryan said you like the Bats and the Kestrels.” 

“Yeah. Him and Conor definitely lean more towards the Bats, while I’m more likely to root for the Kestrels if they’re playing the Bats.” 

“I feel kinda similar in regards to the Bats and the Harpies. I love that the Harpies are all women.” 

“Me too. I think it’s badass that they’ve committed to that.” 

The two girls continued to talk about quidditch for a while. They even exchanged a few different chaser strategies. 

“Happy birthday, Cara!” two voices exclaimed. 

Cara smiles at the Chiva twins. “Thanks Tessa, Gracie.” 

“This is pretty cool,” Tessa said, and Gracie nodded holding a plate of food. 

“Thanks, but the credit isn’t mine.” 

“We know, we just thought I’d mention it.” 

“Ah.” 

“So, I was wondering if you could tell us anything about Irish lore.” Gracie nodded. 

“Have you heard of the myth of the selkie?” 

“Yeah. Aren’t they merpeople?” Tessa asked. 

“Kinda. In our world, yeah. The Irish ones are called merrows. In Irish myth and legend, though, the selkie is a seal woman. On land they shed their skin, and normal people are apt to fall in love with them. Sometimes, they’ll even take the selkie’s coat, so they can’t go back into the water. There’s an island called Roaninish in Donegal that’s the focus of the myth a few times.” 

“That’s fascinating,” Gracie whispered and Tessa nodded. 

The three girls shared different myths and legends for a while. Tessa and Gracie were completely enthralled by all the different Irish lore. The twins offered a few of their own stories. 

“Wow. The music set is pretty good.” Cara turned to see Luna.

“This is Conor’s choice, without a doubt,” she informed Luna. 

“Who is it?” Luna asked. 

“R.E.M., but I’m actually surprised that The Who haven’t come up yet. That’s his favorite.” 

“Not a bad choice. What do you like?” 

“The Weird Sisters are my favorite, but The Stones are a close second. I’m very similar to Ryan in that regard. He prefers the Beatles though.” 

“Nice choices. I like Pink Floyd and a lot of other rock.” 

“Yeah. Rock is my favorite genre.” 

“Oh, happy birthday by the way.” 

“Thanks.”

[nylwnder]

HAPPY NEW YEAR SLUTS! ⋆·˚ ❥

welcome to nylwnder (2024 edition) <3 i present to you all a gift. not only because you guys are the sweetest bunch ever!!but because you deserve a little treat to start off the year! and what better than something spicy, something thirsty, just plain right horny. yes. thats how much i love you guys!

this series will be featuring my favs, which i know you also love since you brainrot with me :) the fics will be posted whenever they are ready in order to allow them each to gain traction before the next drop. dont forget to join my new taglist to be notified! im having fun writing these, and i hope you all have fun reading them! coming soon… mwah mwah!

❛ SET LIST ❜

01 ⋆ ★ ryan o’reilly

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : with ryan’s homecoming, you wont be using those late nights waiting for the offseason or the odd visit home. ryan is now yours, at every time of the hour. so this summer, the two of you go back to the family lakehouse, as an official pair, with still so much love to share.

02 ⋆ ★ luke schenn

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : on a warm summer day, what better than to spend it in the pool with the people you love. but when clothes are stripped over the heat and the need for the feeling of cool, hands may get in some places. which only means luke needs to remind you, you’re all his.

03 ⋆ ★ john tavares

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : sometimes, that barley used polaroid camera was made to take pictures that doesn’t necessarily showcase the usual subjects. but the landscape is enough to capture john’s eyes, and the film serves as a perfect gift for the road. you just better hope nobody finds them on accident.

04 ⋆ ★ morgan rielly

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : home from a road trip in the cold days of winter, a freshly cooking meal is enough to make the rest of the night cozy and warm. but innocent food fights can also lead to some heated activities.

05 ⋆ ★ auston matthews

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : coming home to a trail of clothes is probably the best thing auston could wish for, especially after getting another hattrick this season. not only do you bring warmth to his cold apartment, you’re lying there perfectly, waiting to be all his for the night.

06 ⋆ ★ michael bunting

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : entering the new year with your partner is the way to go. but acting bratty to bunts during a competitive game of pool between the boys, isnt the way to go. so at the strike of midnight, there will definitely be some “entering” in one way or another.

07 ⋆ ★ william nylander

-✶ ͙˚ ༘✎ plot : as a local dog walker, there’s a certain pair of pups that own your heart — as well as their daddy. but since he’s your boss, that means the blonde is off limits. or one would think. but when you get in a muddy mess, you wouldn’t mind the offered help.

✧.*❥｡˚⁀➷ tagging some moots! @shoot-the-puck , @11livpangburn , @donttelltheelff , @domi-max , @spine-buster , @broadstbroskis , @2manytabsopen , @boqvistsbabe , @bunting27 , @ilyasorokinn , @harlowhockeystick , @couldawouldashoulda50 , @fallinallincurls , @p1tstop , @sweetiet , @mattyhatty , @bambina-daydreamer , @equallyshaw , @bedsyandco , @wyattjohnston , @catboygiroux

[sweetiet]

Ryan isnt my babe but nonethless you slayed girlie pop ! !!!!!READ IT !!!!

lake house

a/n: HELLO SWEETIES!!!!! welcome to my first 2024 fic n series! i started it off with ryan cause if you know me, you know he was everything to me for the 4 months we had him. also, HUGE SHOUTOUT to @shoot-the-puck for basically co-writing this and the others with me i love you so much scoob thank you for being my asylum roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, enjoy and dont forget to tune in to the other drops <3 mwah!

pairing: ryan o’reilly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, its giving soft sex (unprotected), lowkey body worship, lowkey exhibitionism, childhood friends to lovers, “snook” and ryan being such husband material. gawdamn.

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @domi-max , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay

series masterpost

the drive to the lake house was as calming as ever. although it was a couple hours, it was a trip you knew all too well. one you were dying to take every june the minute the last bell rang for summer break.

sometimes it was just you, your parents and your brother. most times, it was you and the o’reilly family. a lot of kids shared between two vans, snacking on chips and freezies from the coolers at the back of the cars.

the tradition never stopped when the lot grew older. you escaped to the house every time your winter term ended, then after your internship finished, and then when you could use up all your saved vacation time from your new job. ryan always followed when his nhl duties came to an end. both respective families coming in to stay in between.

that being said, this was the first time you drove to the lake house with ryan in the driver's seat and with you in the passenger's seat. it was the first summer since he came back home to toronto. but more so, to you. officially.

he was sick of waiting until your usual shared break, and you were very much sick of coming home to a cold bed.

before any headline could find you, ryan called you that night. and it was as if the 100 ton weight was being lifted off of your desperate shoulders. because it was. after ten years of long and needy facetimes, one-night lustful visits, and the best stanley cup celebration you two could possibly have imagined, you were going to have him, at your full disposal, “whenever you fucking want” as ryan had told you.

ryan put the car in park and you couldn’t help but smile about the fact that this would be the first time you’d be stepping into that house, as a proud pair. the “finally” ’s already shed by your parents who were following in behind the two of you.

—

the first night was spent with take out, laughs, pjs and movies and it always makes you grateful for growing up with a group with such a tight knit bond. your heart was full when you heard inside jokes from circa. 2006 running through the house — which are still ever so applicable, presently.

the next day, you didn’t wake until you heard the cars drive off in the late afternoon. it had been a while since you had the time to sleep in, so it seemed your body pranced at the chance. after heading to the bathroom, you couldn’t find ryan in the rooms or common areas. he always made sure you get as much sleep as you need, not only because he knows how grumpy you get if you don’t, but also because he always wants the best for you.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you looked out the windows casing the large lake. you saw the large figure of the man sitting at the edge of the dock and didn’t do anything else but make the walk over to him.

you sat beside him as he turned to face you with a toothless smile. you smiled at it, you always told him he looked cute like that, and he started listening to you. “sleep good, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down to cut the leaf caps off the pack of strawberries between his legs. “wonderful” you emphasised before you reached for the strawberry he handed you. “i’m glad. you deserve it.”

you took a bite out of the soft strawberry, the juices from the flesh spilling into your mouth. you couldn’t help but let out a little innocent moan. the first time you tried these, they were immediately the best strawberries you have ever had in your entire life. and they just so happen to be locally farmed near the lakehouse.

ryan giggled, “had to stop by the market and buy you a few packs during my run. wouldn’t be a lake house summer without these guys right here.”

“this is why i love you. thank you.”

he only responded by handing you the bigger piece between the two in his hand. you put your head on his shoulder as you two looked out in front of you. the sun was bright but not exhausting, as the wind from the water dismissed the heat.

“the folks went to gather some things for this week's meal plan.”

you hummed a response. but it got you thinking. and so you didn't waste time.

you turned yourself around in order to lay your upper body on ryan’s lap. he placed the knife and strawberries safely aside as he smiled. you gave him a small smile before shutting your eyes for a bit.

you reached for ryan’s hands from his sides. you played with his big and thick fingers for a bit, before taking his hand and placing it on top of your shirt. then you moved his hand under the hem. as you began to move it further up, the material of your shirt wrinkled with your movements and began to expose your skin.

ryan kept his hand in your grip and his eyes firm on you. you kept moving it up, reaching the curves of your boobs. “take it off” you mumbled as he obliged. taking off the tshirt and throwing it on top of the other items he had set aside.

you didn't reach for his hands again. he knows what to do. he always knows, ever since your first kiss.

the sun shined on your supple flesh. his calloused hands moved back to your curves. pushing down your pants a tad, in order to squeeze your love handles. later, his fingers lightly trace up the soft line marks found upon your hips, and the ones on the sides of your breasts.

your cheeks begin to mimic the berry blush as you open your eyes to look at ryan. you loved how comfortable you are to be vulnerable around him. you always felt adored, and safe.

he pulled you up swiftly, allowing your legs to straddle him. your arms naturally wrap around his broad shoulders. you look into his gentle eyes, “i love you, snook.” you lean in for a tender kiss but his hands push your body tight into his. “i love you more, sweetness.” his lips finally meet yours and he envelopes you perfectly. “always have. always will.” he whispers.

his lips meet your cheek as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and neck. you let soft moans escape your parted lips, your body melting into his figure. ryan often joked that his body was made for you specifically, with the way you fit against him so perfectly.

“gorgeous.” he whispers into your ear as his beard scrapes against you. you bite your lip at his words. one he's been telling you since you grew butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. “want you snook” you plead, your pussy twitching as his hands squeeze your bust. you grind down on him, and he huffs outs. “just had you yesterday morning, honey.”

“dont play with me, ry. you know i always need you.”

he hums in response. “thats true. i can never say no to my girl.”

he lifts you once again, getting to lay you down on the thin throw ryan had brought out with him. your eyes close again as the sun hits your face, but you feel kisses pressed all over your skin. ryan’s lips trace from your lips to your cheeks down along your jaw, and onto your neck once more. he sheds a few soft nips while he makes sure your panties and shorts are discarded.

its not long before he nips on your nipples, noises escaping your exposed body. your fingers pull down his own shorts and you feel his cock against your skin.

two digits slip smoothly into your damp cunt as ryan cups your face. you bite up a cry. but before you know it, he’s lined up at your entrance and you're pleading for him to move.

you let out a lewd moan as he pushes in. ryan followed with a low groan and you clenched around him immediately, “that’s my sweet girl. so divine.” he says as he gives kisses on the edges of your collarbone.

his thrusts are a blend of slow, long and quick, hard movements. his hands held your hips as he didn't let his lips leave your body. his hair tickles your chin as he gives your breasts some love once again. you felt yourself reaching the goal closer and closer. the all too familiar feeling of your wet walls stretching around ryan’s thick length driving him crazy.

your effect on him was always so strong. right from when you both were young. the minute you got hurt, it broke ryan to see you cry. it was his dire mission to help you clean you up or provide you with the necessary pick me up. oftentimes that was bringing you your favourite snack or sometimes a kiss on your cheek was all you needed. when you laughed, ryan laughed. and even when it seemed like ryan and your brother were picking on you, he always made sure to give you a hug later on. he would never hurt you. and he'd never let anyone hurt you. that was for sure.

you were pleased that there were laughs, screams and talk from the surrounding residents that can help drown out your shared sounds. at the same time you couldn't possibly care if they heard either. your mind was far too fuzzy.

“make me cum snook. make me cum all over your cock” you were desperate and needy, i think that was already established. ry smiled at your words, pulling your body up into him once again.

your arms were so tight around him, you stuck to his body like gum on a shoe. he pumped into you as you also began riding his length. the way your body swayed with your hips helped bring ryan even closer to his climax.

your head fell back as you felt the wave of pleasure overcome you. ryan continued your movements for you until your whines dyed down. once you both finished you kept yourself on his lap “don't move, ry. still need you there.” you mumbled.

“till they come back?”

“please.”

a smile appeared on both of your faces. droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and you crushed them with your finger as your head laid on his shoulder. his hands rubbed the sides of your body as his face was cuddled on top of your head. his nose tucked into your thick hair. your smell, your weight, your breathing and your warmth calmed him. his mind never wandered off. he was the most present, the most grounded with you, like this.

“why is it that every time we have sex you’re so quiet?” you asked ryan as you looked up at him. it was a thought you had often so you figured you’d ask. “sometimes you used to make me feel as if i did something wrong…” you said with a little titter.

he scoffed, “no honey, you could never.” you smiled. “you just take the breath out of my lungs”

you both start laughing. “you’re a pro hockey player and i’m the one who can kill you? i’ll take it.”

ryan lets out a chuckle again. “all i know is words cannot express how i feel when i’m with you, but i want to experience it till my dying days.”

your heart warmed. you grab his face and eagerly kiss him. “and so you will.”

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