OC Fic (Untitled PWP)
I'm blaming this one on the heatwave.
Pure, unadultarated PWP. (Well, there may be five lines of backstory somewhere in there. Maybe.)
joey51 was kind enough to beta this. Remaining mistakes are mine.
I'd say rated NC-17. Taylor/Ryan.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
College is all about experimenting.
Taylor understood that way before Ryan did, and then proceeded to teach him about it.
In more ways than one, he's glad things didn't work out for her on the East Coast.
"Watching the Seth and Summer show was just too exhausting," she told him when she walked up to him, early in September of their second year of college. "And since I didn't want to go somewhere where I didn't know anyone… Do you mind?"
Ryan, who has never been sure what to make of Taylor, but never backs down from a challenge, said, "Yes."
Best decision of his life.
Taylor sure has a way to make things interesting.
She has proven it often enough in the past, so when she texts him to come join him at her place, he goes.
And he's not surprised when she launches herself at him and kisses him hungrily.
When she squeezes his ass, he groans in her mouth and decides to return the favor. He slips his hands under her top and unhooks her bra, rubs her nipples with his thumb, then pinches softly, increasing the pressure until he hears her hiss. He releases them and rubs softly again, her approving moan going straight to his dick.
She kisses his lips once, then trails kisses on his jaw, his neck, stopping at the collar of his shirt. "Too many clothes," she mumbles.
He can only agree, and allows her to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. It drops on the floor behind him, and she immediately goes to work on his jean buttons, taking her time undoing them.
"Taylor," he says, as she fumbles with the last one.
She smiles at him. "What?"
Then, she takes hold of both his jeans and his boxers and kneels, sliding them down to his ankles in one swift movement. She smiles and whispers, "Nice," her hot breath making his cock twitch.
She kisses his belly once, then starts making her way up his chest, her hands on his hips. She bites gently on his nipples, first the left, then the right, then the left again, and Ryan closes his eyes, lost in the sensation.
He snaps them open again when she slaps his ass, hard.
She doesn't say anything, just takes a step back, now that she has his undivided attention.
She pulls her top over her head, takes off her bra, trails a hand on her breasts and down her chest, slips it into her pants.
Ryan's hand starts moving to his dick on its own accord.
"Stop," she says.
He doesn't have to obey, but he does anyway, letting his arms fall to his sides.
He's breathing fast, biting his lip, and fuck, but being so hard and not doing anything about it makes it about ten times more intense.
Taylor slips off her shoes, then her pants, and starts rubbing her clit through her panties-slowly, at first, but she steadily increases the rhythm until she's panting as hard as he is.
By the time she stops, Ryan's almost painfully hard and needs all his willpower not to reach down and do something about it. He can imagine how good it would feel to wrap his hands around his cock and stroking-even imagining it is almost enough to make him come.
She smiles and nods to the bed.
"Might as well get comfy," she says.
He swallows, his mouth dry, kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. She's waiting for him by the bed. As soon as he reaches her, she pushes him flat on his back and straddles him, leaning down to kiss him.
She strengthens, her breasts tempting and he lifts his arms to touch them. She's too quick for him, though, and she grabs hold of them and forces them back above his head, pinning them to the bed.
"Either you keep them there," she says, "or I tie you up."
She'd do it too, and probably make the knots impossible to undo, and the thought makes him shiver in anticipation.
Definitely an idea for later.
Obediently, he leaves his arms there when she releases her grip, and waits for her to do something.
She steps back and for the longest time, she doesn't do anything but watch him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining.
"Taylor?" he says after what feels like an eternity has passed.
She doesn't reply, but comes back and kneels on the bed next to him.
He lies there while she licks, kisses and bites every inch of his chest, of his thighs, for what feels like hours. She never touches his dick, but she spends time grazing his thighs with her teeth, maddeningly close and it's all he can do not to reach down and-
Just as he's about to complain, she licks the tip of his cock quickly.
He gasps and looks down.
She straddles his thighs, smiling down at him, then leans down, her mouth stopping just a few inches short of his cock.
He lifts his hips but she moves back, keeping just out of reach.
"Fuck, Taylor," he says. "Just-"
She takes him in her mouth then, and Ryan forgets everything he was going to say. The sensation of her mouth on his cock makes him drop his head back onto the bed. For a while, he forgets to breathe.
He tries to lift his hips but the way she's sitting on his thighs, he doesn't have enough leverage.
"God," he whispers.
He feels her chuckle around him, and croaks, "Taylor, I'm-"
She lets go of him and he actually whimpers.
"Taylor."
"We're not done," she says firmly.
"Fuck."
She gives a throaty laugh. "That's the plan."
She gets off the bed while he tries not to scream in frustration-he needs to come now-and comes back with a condom. She positions herself on top of him again and he watches, mesmerized, as she unrolls the condom on his cock, every light touch sending shivers through his body.
Once she's done, everything stops again.
This time, he downright whines, "Taylor."
"Yes?" she says, laughter in her voice.
"I… I need to…" He gestures helplessly at himself.
"I could make you beg," she says. "But I'm in a generous mood."
Positioning herself above him, she slowly slides down onto him. Ryan gasps and lets his head drop back again, eyes stuck on the ceiling, feeling her go down, inch by inch, the heat and the tightness making him want to beg. He needs more-more touch, more speed, more something.
She doesn't give it to him though.
Even when he's fully inside her and she starts grinding her hips against him, she keeps a slow rhythm, until he whimpers again. "Faster," he begs.
Fuck.
He's been with his fair share of girls, some of whom were downright kinky, but he has never begged before.
Obligingly, Taylor starts moving quicker, and Ryan tries to move his hips to match her. Her breath's coming in small gasps now, and seeing her like this, riding him, eyes closed, almost brings him to the edge.
"Taylor," he says again.
He feels her muscles contract against his cock and he cries out when he comes inside her, feeling her following suit.
She collapses on top of him, panting, her hand absently tracing circles on his chest.
As soon as they've both caught their breath, she looks up at him. "So, about that tying up thing… You didn't seem too opposed to the idea."
He starts laughing.
Life with Taylor Townsend certainly isn't boring.
And that's the way he likes it.
end
Pure, unadultarated PWP. (Well, there may be five lines of backstory somewhere in there. Maybe.)
joey51 was kind enough to beta this. Remaining mistakes are mine.
I'd say rated NC-17. Taylor/Ryan.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
College is all about experimenting.
Taylor understood that way before Ryan did, and then proceeded to teach him about it.
In more ways than one, he's glad things didn't work out for her on the East Coast.
"Watching the Seth and Summer show was just too exhausting," she told him when she walked up to him, early in September of their second year of college. "And since I didn't want to go somewhere where I didn't know anyone… Do you mind?"
Ryan, who has never been sure what to make of Taylor, but never backs down from a challenge, said, "Yes."
Best decision of his life.
Taylor sure has a way to make things interesting.
She has proven it often enough in the past, so when she texts him to come join him at her place, he goes.
And he's not surprised when she launches herself at him and kisses him hungrily.
When she squeezes his ass, he groans in her mouth and decides to return the favor. He slips his hands under her top and unhooks her bra, rubs her nipples with his thumb, then pinches softly, increasing the pressure until he hears her hiss. He releases them and rubs softly again, her approving moan going straight to his dick.
She kisses his lips once, then trails kisses on his jaw, his neck, stopping at the collar of his shirt. "Too many clothes," she mumbles.
He can only agree, and allows her to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. It drops on the floor behind him, and she immediately goes to work on his jean buttons, taking her time undoing them.
"Taylor," he says, as she fumbles with the last one.
She smiles at him. "What?"
Then, she takes hold of both his jeans and his boxers and kneels, sliding them down to his ankles in one swift movement. She smiles and whispers, "Nice," her hot breath making his cock twitch.
She kisses his belly once, then starts making her way up his chest, her hands on his hips. She bites gently on his nipples, first the left, then the right, then the left again, and Ryan closes his eyes, lost in the sensation.
He snaps them open again when she slaps his ass, hard.
She doesn't say anything, just takes a step back, now that she has his undivided attention.
She pulls her top over her head, takes off her bra, trails a hand on her breasts and down her chest, slips it into her pants.
Ryan's hand starts moving to his dick on its own accord.
"Stop," she says.
He doesn't have to obey, but he does anyway, letting his arms fall to his sides.
He's breathing fast, biting his lip, and fuck, but being so hard and not doing anything about it makes it about ten times more intense.
Taylor slips off her shoes, then her pants, and starts rubbing her clit through her panties-slowly, at first, but she steadily increases the rhythm until she's panting as hard as he is.
By the time she stops, Ryan's almost painfully hard and needs all his willpower not to reach down and do something about it. He can imagine how good it would feel to wrap his hands around his cock and stroking-even imagining it is almost enough to make him come.
She smiles and nods to the bed.
"Might as well get comfy," she says.
He swallows, his mouth dry, kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. She's waiting for him by the bed. As soon as he reaches her, she pushes him flat on his back and straddles him, leaning down to kiss him.
She strengthens, her breasts tempting and he lifts his arms to touch them. She's too quick for him, though, and she grabs hold of them and forces them back above his head, pinning them to the bed.
"Either you keep them there," she says, "or I tie you up."
She'd do it too, and probably make the knots impossible to undo, and the thought makes him shiver in anticipation.
Definitely an idea for later.
Obediently, he leaves his arms there when she releases her grip, and waits for her to do something.
She steps back and for the longest time, she doesn't do anything but watch him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining.
"Taylor?" he says after what feels like an eternity has passed.
She doesn't reply, but comes back and kneels on the bed next to him.
He lies there while she licks, kisses and bites every inch of his chest, of his thighs, for what feels like hours. She never touches his dick, but she spends time grazing his thighs with her teeth, maddeningly close and it's all he can do not to reach down and-
Just as he's about to complain, she licks the tip of his cock quickly.
He gasps and looks down.
She straddles his thighs, smiling down at him, then leans down, her mouth stopping just a few inches short of his cock.
He lifts his hips but she moves back, keeping just out of reach.
"Fuck, Taylor," he says. "Just-"
She takes him in her mouth then, and Ryan forgets everything he was going to say. The sensation of her mouth on his cock makes him drop his head back onto the bed. For a while, he forgets to breathe.
He tries to lift his hips but the way she's sitting on his thighs, he doesn't have enough leverage.
"God," he whispers.
He feels her chuckle around him, and croaks, "Taylor, I'm-"
She lets go of him and he actually whimpers.
"Taylor."
"We're not done," she says firmly.
"Fuck."
She gives a throaty laugh. "That's the plan."
She gets off the bed while he tries not to scream in frustration-he needs to come now-and comes back with a condom. She positions herself on top of him again and he watches, mesmerized, as she unrolls the condom on his cock, every light touch sending shivers through his body.
Once she's done, everything stops again.
This time, he downright whines, "Taylor."
"Yes?" she says, laughter in her voice.
"I… I need to…" He gestures helplessly at himself.
"I could make you beg," she says. "But I'm in a generous mood."
Positioning herself above him, she slowly slides down onto him. Ryan gasps and lets his head drop back again, eyes stuck on the ceiling, feeling her go down, inch by inch, the heat and the tightness making him want to beg. He needs more-more touch, more speed, more something.
She doesn't give it to him though.
Even when he's fully inside her and she starts grinding her hips against him, she keeps a slow rhythm, until he whimpers again. "Faster," he begs.
Fuck.
He's been with his fair share of girls, some of whom were downright kinky, but he has never begged before.
Obligingly, Taylor starts moving quicker, and Ryan tries to move his hips to match her. Her breath's coming in small gasps now, and seeing her like this, riding him, eyes closed, almost brings him to the edge.
"Taylor," he says again.
He feels her muscles contract against his cock and he cries out when he comes inside her, feeling her following suit.
She collapses on top of him, panting, her hand absently tracing circles on his chest.
As soon as they've both caught their breath, she looks up at him. "So, about that tying up thing… You didn't seem too opposed to the idea."
He starts laughing.
Life with Taylor Townsend certainly isn't boring.
And that's the way he likes it.
end