feeling better, baby? - ryland grace x reader
notes: my brain is turning into mush from work so enjoy this shitty lackluster fic; f reader; subby ryland; sucking dick and cock… and you did it at my birthday dinner 😔
synopsis: Ryland comes home pissed after work, and you help him relax with a fail-safe.
Your heart sank to your stomach when you heard the front door slam shut. Quickly, you sat up in bed, knowing what had just happened. Ryland must have had another bad day at work.
His footsteps were heavy on the planked floor, and frustrated huffs bounced off the walls in the narrow hallway. Your brow furrowed.
A disgruntled Ryland stepped into your shared bedroom, his tie undone around his neck. “Hi baby,” you greeted, standing up out of bed. You knew something was very wrong by the way his face was flushed and something in his jaw ticked when he entered.
“Hey,” Ryland replied, his voice monotone. He stormed into the ensuite bathroom and muttered a quiet ‘shit’ under his breath. Ryland rarely cussed. Worry settled into your gut, and you tiptoed behind him, wrapping your hands around his stiff shoulders. You gave them a soothing squeeze and he sighed, clearly irritated in ways you didn’t understand yet. Ryland tensed beneath you, and you pulled away, watching his tired expression in the mirror.
“Bad day?” You weren’t sure whether or not to touch him. Not that he ever scared you when he was angry, but you knew he liked his space when work kicked his ass. And you respected that.
“You don’t even know,” Ryland grunted.
You peppered little kisses on his back which made him ease up slightly. “Talk to me Ry.”
You stopped your attempt at making him relax, and nodded.
His face wrinkled at his comment. The last thing he wanted was to take his feelings out on you when it was far from your fault. He was terrified that he had just pushed you away.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he started, his voice softening around the edges. “I’m having the worst day.”
“It’s ok Ry,” you reassure, rubbing one hand over his bicep and leaving a kiss on his muscle before shuffling out of the bathroom. You shut the door behind you to allow some room for him to breathe, and made your way out into the kitchen to clean your dishes from earlier that day.
Ten minutes had sped by, and you could hear the muffled sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Your plan was to cuddle into bed with the new book Ryland had surprised you with last week. On days like this you liked to wait for him to come out of the shower feeling refreshed, then you’d hold him until whatever anger was left over dissolved in your arms. But tonight you had an idea.
Instead, you turned the door handle of the bathroom, and stepped in quietly. You closed the door behind you. You and Ryland lived alone together, but what you had planned needed the utmost privacy.
Steam danced in the air, the humidity clung to your lungs. The shower curtain moved and Ryland peeked his head around it, eyes widening when his eyes landed on you. “Oh, hi. Did you need something?” he asked, shying under your gaze.
You nodded. You weren’t used to taking the lead around him, but you were giddy to.
“What is it baby?” Beads of water dripped from his hair and he licked his lips. He looked so effortlessly good.
“I need you to make room for me.”
You slipped your fingers into the straps of your tank top and pulled it over your head in one smooth motion. Next to come off were your shorts, leaving you in your panties. Ryland’s eyes stayed glued to your chest and his jaw went slack.
“Are you gonna help me with these, Ry?” you teased, your thumbs disappearing in the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down just enough for him to panic inside. It didn’t matter how long you guys had been together now—he could never not be amazed by you. Your sudden forwardness turned his brain fuzzy. He thought he might be dreaming.
“Yes ma’am.” His voice was velvety now that he was gaining more confidence around his pretty lady. Ryland revealed himself from behind the shower curtain, then pulled you closer with wet hands.
You shivered at the sensation, your eyes trailing down to his fingers hooking into your panties. Ryland tugged them down with precision, his eyes never leaving yours. He licked his lips before planting a needy kiss on the corner of your mouth.
When you stepped into the shower you closed the curtains and pushed Ryland against the wall, your hand flat against his chest. His brows raised at the contact, his heart pounded against his chest. You could see how hard he was already. “Baby—“
“—Shh,” you interrupted. Ryland’s limbs felt like jelly. One hand found purchase on your waist, the other trailing down low.
You swatted him away and grabbed his jaw gently. “You’re not allowed to touch. Let me take care of you tonight,” you purred in his ear. Your words made him dizzy. He felt out of body.
“Jesus baby, where is this coming from?” Ryland asked. Not that he was complaining; this was just what he needed to clear his mind. You hadn’t even touched him where he needed you and his hell of a day was already long forgotten. It was safe to admit you were his drug.
“Just wanna make my pretty boy feel better,” you whispered, kissing his jaw and all the way down to his collarbone.
“Language, baby,” you corrected, kneeling down, your hands feeling up his abs in the process. Ryland groaned desperately. You tried to conceal your sly grin. Having Ryland in such a mess before you was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.
“Sweetheart, please…” he whined. Your boldness had Ryland feeling timid, his mind a jumbled mess. He felt ashamed to ask for what he wanted. Instead, he raked his fingers in your hair to subtly hint at his needs.
“Please what?” You looked up at him through long lashes and glassy eyes, one hand ghosting around his length, and the other sliding up and down his thigh.
“Don’t be shy, Ry. What do you need?”
“Need you to touch me,” he admitted painfully, his face turning a hundred shades of red.
You smiled at his answer and nodded at him before finally taking him in your hand. Ryland sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. His head fell back and he tightened his grip on your hair. It wasn’t forceful—he’d never do that to you—but rather grounding, a reaction to the pleasure.
You stroked him at a steady rhythm, looking up at him with a teasing smile. His breathing grew shallow, his muscles contracting. “You’re so pretty, Ry.”
“Mmm. Fuck,” he hummed in response. “You’re so good to me.”
His praise went straight to your core. He was taking what you were giving so nicely, and you thought he was deserving of more. So, without warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his dick.
Ryland moaned and licked his lips at the sight of you on your knees for him.
Loving the sounds he made just for you, you continued, swirling your tongue around his tip as you kept pumping him with one hand.
“Oh—“ he groaned, his hand reaching for the shower wall to find his balance.
You took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to take as much of him as you could.
“That’s it baby,” he urged you on. You hummed around him, the vibrations earning you another moan from him.
You worked him for a while, your jaw feeling achy, but you didn’t want to stop now. His little whines were so encouraging, and you knew he was close by the way his body twitched. You watched his blissed out expression, moaning against him.
“Baby, I’m close,” he whimpered.
You took it upon yourself to speed up, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The sounds were obscene, really. It was so dirty, so good.
Ryland came apart fast with a string of whimpers, cupping your cheek. He hoped he was allowed to touch you by now, but even if he wasn’t it was too late. He needed to feel you.
You took what he gave you, swallowing as you gazed up at him sweetly. Ryland swore it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
His thumb poked at the entrance of your mouth, and you opened wide for him. You sucked on his thumb and hummed. “Jesus, sweetheart,” he breathed, completely speechless at you.
Ryland helped you back on your feet and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him for a sloppy kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Feeling better, baby?” you asked, snaking a hand through his hair.
“So much better. Thank you,” he answered between kisses.
You felt him turn you around so your back was against the wall now. He cupped your boobs, groaning against your skin. “What are you doing?” you asked.
“Returning the favour.” He grinned and sank to his knees.
