Ryland Grace....Cockwarming.
hard at work - coworker/bf ryland grace x reader
notes: Iâm so sick right now and this lovely personâs submission is all that I feel like writing today. Also Iâm so sorry it took me so long to write again. I know nothing about teaching so if any of this is wrong I apologize :,)
warnings: 18+; begging (ryland is subby mmm); cockwarming; f reader
synopsis: Ryland is being needy, and you teach him patience.
Your fingers worked away at your keyboard, small clicking noises echoing in your bedroom. The dim, orange light of your lamp blended a sharp contrast with your sterile, open computer screen. For hours you had been prepping learning material for your students. Not that it was needed any time soon in the semester, but you liked to prepare in advance at the start of the school year to make your workload less harsh. However, tonight you felt as though you werenât getting a move on, and you knew it was already late.
Your blue light glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, leaving red marks as the nose pads dug into your skin. You glanced at the clock above your desk and yawned. It read 10:52 pm. Frustrated, you buried your face in your hands and let out a sharp exhale. Sleep was creeping up on you, however, like the perfectionist you were, you needed to get this done on a Saturday night.
So you grabbed a stray hair elastic from your desk drawer and pulled your hair into a messy bun, some strands hanging loose around your temples and ears. You gained a little more motivation from it.
11:20 pm. Your bedroom door opened with a shy creak. Your coworker, and now boyfriend, snuck into the room, his lips pushing a pout. âBaby, you said youâd be ready at 11âŠâ Ryland reminded, his feet dragging along the carpet as he shuffled over to your desk.
You craned your neck to meet his glassy eyes. âI know, Iâm sorry. I just need to finish writing this one section, ok?â you replied with a guilty sigh. For the past week, intimacy had been floating away from your reach the harder you worked yourself. Ryland desperately tried to be physical with you, especially at night when all that he craved was your skin on his, but you pushed him away each time. To make up for it, you had promised to watch a movie with Ryland that night. You told him he could pick and youâd be done working before too late. But you were wrong.
Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. He examined your work. âCome on, sweetheart. This doesnât even have to be done for two more months.â
Ryland was right, but you couldnât just quit in the middle of your sentence. It was too unsatisfying. âRyland I need to get this done.â Your tone came out more stern than you intended it to, and Ryland closed his eyes with a sad sigh. As a fellow teacher he understood your wish, but as your boyfriend he understood that he had needs that youâd been neglecting.
âYouâve been distant. Youâre working yourself too hard and I miss you,â he huffed. âPlease baby, I need you.â His breath fanned across your ear, making you lean into him.
Thatâs when a beautiful idea graced your mind. You perked up, shoulders straightening, and spun around in your chair to face him. He towered over you, arms falling to his sides awkwardly.
âHow badly do you need me?â you asked, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants.
Ryland shuttered under your touch, his cheeks going pink He licked his lips. âSo badly, baby,â he hummed. With just the sight of your fingers trying their way into his pants he was hard.
âHm.â You tugged his sweatpants lower until his happy trail poked out. You traced it with your index finger.
Then you stopped and pulled away. You looked up at him through heavy lashes, a crooked smile tugging at your lips.
Ryland whimpered, clearly distraught. âBaby⊠what?â
âI have to get back to work, Ry.â You grinned smugly, then returned to your computer, paying your mess of a boyfriend no attention.
Ryland stood there, incredulous. âY/nâŠâ His voice was shaky.
You felt bad for leaving him hanging when you swore youâd finally spend some time with him, but you were enjoying this way too much. Teasing him was your favourite thing to do, and watching him beg for you after you had barely touched him was even better. You had to teach him to be patient.
Again, you turned in your chair to look at him. His face was flushed, his eyebrows drooping. âCmere, Ry,â you muttered, standing up and pointing to the now empty desk chair. âSit. Keep me company,â you instructed.
It took his brain a second to compute the fact that you wanted him sat; he assumed that meant youâd sit on his lap, which was just as good as cuddling on the couch with a movie. Were you finally going to give him some attention? He obeyed without a single objection.
âTake off your pants,â you ordered with a sly smile, your hands already working at his belt buckle.
Ryland went doe-eyed, sliding his sweats and boxers down to his ankles, shying under your gaze. He stayed quiet, just observing you, trying to understand what you wanted from him. Were you going to blow him? Were you going to fuck him?
You tugged your shorts down at a gruelling pace, giving him something to anticipate. Next, you pulled your panties to the side. Ryland squirmed in his seat. âHoney, I donât underââ he began, but choked on his own words when you straddled his lap, your back facing him. You took his cock into one hand and rubbed the tip around your entrance, already dripping for him. Ryland whined.
You reached around you, put your free hand on the back of his head, leaned in, and asked, âAre you gonna be good, Ry?â
âFuck. Yes.â You were so unpredictable in this moment. Rylandâs brain was being whiplashed, but heâd be lying if he said he didnât love it.
âNo more distractions, ok?â
âOk,â he mumbled thoughtlessly, just eager to finally have you give him what he wanted after a long dry spell in your relationship.
You sank down on him carefully, gasping at the stretch. Rylandâs hands grasped your waist to steady himself. His eyes closed in pure bliss and he groaned. âShitâŠâ
His hips bucked up, and you pushed his thighs down onto the seat. âNo moving, Ry. Not until Iâm finished,â you warned, your voice velvety.
Ryland had never experienced anything quite like this before. He didnât know how to behave, how to touch you when you were like this. He just trailed his nails along your back, then reached in front of you to feel your thighs. Self-restraint was so difficult around youâhe wanted to move so badly that it hurt. Seeing his dick buried inside you was so dirty, and he couldnât do anything about it. âFuckâŠâ he panted.
âShh, you can take it baby,â you comforted before diving back into your work.
He whimpered at your words, his abdominal muscles squeezing to restrain himself from moving.
The more that time went on, the more he panted, his chest rising and falling erratically. Your lips curled into a sly grin, loving how you could always make your boyfriend into a whimpering mess just for you. He was so compliant when it came to you. He hadnât opened his mouth for nearly ten minutes, just soaking it all in, how hot you were when you told him what to do.
To be truthful, you had finished your work a few minutes ago, but the sweet, desperate noises that spilled from Rylandâs lips boosted your ego. Surely it wouldnât hurt to pretend you were still busy at work for a little while longer. Well, maybe it would him.
Firm hands gripped your hips to steady himself. He mustâve noticed the absence of clicking coming from in front of you. âBaby,â Ryland choked. âAre you done?â
You rocked your hips once and Rylandâs eyes sewed shut. He swore under his breath.
âMhm.â You raised your hips and slid off him before adjusting your panties back into place. You didnât bother putting your shorts backâyou knew how badly youâd just affected Ryland, and he would eventually need you again. âCome baby, what movie did you pick?â
Rylandâs pupils were blown out, high on you. He put his pants back on and watched you tiptoe toward the bedroom door with a taunting smile. He nearly tripped over himself as he followed you out to the living room, reaching for your hips from behind.
