ryland grace/fem!reader who he loves to tease but goes INSANE when it’s the other way around.
especially in public. he’s so insanely shy around other people he doesnt know how to act (… autism), and the two of you keep your relationship a secret.
so having reader being a flirty tease while in public… he has to hold himself back!! 🥹
would love to see this 🫶 feel free to ignore. thanks!! xx
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Type one shot
Paring ryland grace x reader
Content 18+, suggestive, swearing from reader, smut, age gap (reader is in mid twenties)
A/N LOVE this headcannon, love my men dominant and in control but also at times pathetic and vulnerable, i love autistic Dr Grace as an autistic girl myself, also the idea of Ryland having a younger carefree girlfriend makes so much sense to me i dont know how to explain it which is also a part of why he gets shy around people with her he feels like he’s an dirty old man LOL. wrote this in Greggs like a dirty perv, this is an all time low. Sorry it’s not hidden relationship but it’s private relationship!
You were sprawled out on yours and Rylands shared bed, bed sheet wrinkled beneath you, one leg bent and sweat glistening all over your body like body shimmer. You squirmed back and forth trying to escape Rylands relentless torturous touch.
“Nuh uh, stay still for me baby” he commanded not looking up from between your legs, the sides of his glasses catching your inner thighs gently. He was taking his sweet time with you. Bringing his large arm and pinning you down with his hand laced flat against your stomach gently rubbing his thumb in circles against your soft skin, even in times where he was dominant he was still so soft towards you. He had learnt many skills from teaching, one of those being patience. And he bought this new found skill home to the bedroom with him. He was not giving into your needs despite all your begging.
“Please Ry- fuck- please” you pleaded between pants, you didnt care what he did but his slow lingers fingerings trailing from your thighs to your folds over and over and over again were killing you.
“Please what baby?” He teased even further, this time looking up from his place at the end of the bed, he looked perhaps just as dishevelled as you. His hair out of place from your grabbing hands, his face shiny from your slick, and his glasses slightly fogged up. Despite, Ryland always telling you that he can see you just fine without them and how he finds them an inconvenience, you had one rule in the bedroom. The. Glasses. Stay. On. The smirk on his face was just adding fuel to the fire. Salt to the wound. Not to be dramatic but you thought you could die from the pleasure he’s withholding you. And yet he’s there smirking like its the best thing of the century.
You whined in response and Ryland put more pressure on your waist and trailed his fingers through your slit again, “Come on baby, words,” he reminded you, “i know you got them, usually cant stop talking and now ten minutes of me touching you and you’ve got all dumb,” he tilted his head like a puppy, acting all innocent like you were the one who owed him something.
Another groan ripped through you involuntarily
“Please, please,” you dont know why you felt embarrassed asking for Ryland to fuck you but you couldnt get the words out. His gaze changed, it was a mix of cruel excitement seeing you vulnerable and urging you to carry you, “Please just fuck me,” you spat out.
“Good girl, see not that hard was it?” He condescended crawling up towards you like a predator stalking its pray.
And that’s how you got the best fuck of your life, even if you had to beg for it for what seemed like eternity.
It was the day after, and you were stood at the mirror in your apartments hallway putting on your necklace, ready for dinner with Rylands coworker and their wife. You love Ryland exactly how he is and love you have all his undivided attention but it made you a little sad to think he didnt have many friends. You worried for him how a mother would worry for their son at school in a strange way. So you encouraged him to try and talk to more people at work despite him telling you that it was his decision to be alone during his work breaks and how he enjoys being alone after spending hours with a classroom full of children. He came home the other day telling you that during canteen supervision he was talking to one of the history teachers who was in their forties, similar to his own age, and he had a wife early thirties, a few years older than you, so he invited them to dinner. You couldn’t be happier for him and was excited to have a new girlfriend too. So here you are getting ready for this double date when you heard a sigh behind you. A sigh you recognised all too well, one where Ryland doesnt want to do something.
“No Ry, cut it out, you cant bail, you made these plans remember,” you reprimanded him, keeping your eyes on yourself struggling with the clasp, Ryland swatting away your hands and connecting the necklace perfectly first go.
“I know, its just making friends is hard and im tired,” he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, looking up after a beat giving you his best puppy eyes through the mirror.
“We’re going,” you said bluntly and that was that. He grumbled in defeat and watched you in awe fixing the position of you hair and adjusting your jewellery.
He placed his hands on your waist in the process of his admiration, “you look so beautiful tonight, can’t believe you’re all mine,” he began kissing your neck softly.
You got lost in the bliss for a second before snapping out of it, “stop it, we’re already running late.”
“Just a few more seconds please.”
“No we cant, we cant leave them waiting,” your words had no real bite behind them as you made no effort to move and allowed his hands to carry on wander around your stomach and his lips to continue their exploration. His pace sped up, his lips now beginning to leave marks on your jaw but before he could make any real damage you spun around, “you dont seem that tired now,” you rose your eyebrows. He took no notice, only seeing this as an invitation to start kissing your lips. You let him get lost for a second before pulling away, “Im serious Ryland, we need to leave.”
“Well we cant leave now.”
“Why?” Starting to get annoyed by his tardiness and desperation.
He looked down sheepishly and you followed his eyeline. And sure enough there it was. He was hard.
“Ugh Ryland can’t you keep it in your pants for just one second!”
“Please, we can be quick, i know you have it in you,” he softly begged, knowing little convincing was needed.
“Fine but only if it is quick, none of your teasing.”
“Atta girl,” he responded with a smirk, already unzipping his fly.
By the time you walked through the restaurants doors and the host showed you over to the table with the waiting couple you were now nearly 45 minutes late. You felt dreadful, hating to leave people waiting for you and it wasn’t even your fault today! It was Ryland’s fault, you could tell by the twinkle in his eye he felt smug about it, knowing it was your guys little secret on why you were late, but two could play at this game. Ryland Grace was the epitome of ‘an angel in the streets and a devil inbetween the sheets’, he would be humiliated if people in his professional life found out what he was like in his personal life. If Ryland wanted to tease you last night, what’s the harm of teasing him tonight? Makes it even. Game on.
“Omg i’m so sorry for being late,” and then you smoothly slipped in, “Ry here can’t keep his hands to himself!” Rylands coworkers wife, Ellie, giggled, and wiggled her eyebrows in approval (you already loved her), and carried on as if you said nothing out of the ordinary, “im y/n, Rylands told me lots about you two! I hope you haven’t been waiting long” you carried on apologising gracefully as your boyfriend got your chair for you.
As he was taking his seat next to you, and his coworker, Aiden, introduced himself to you and began to lead the conversation, Ryland whispered in your ear, “watch it miss” he clearly didn’t miss your intentions and you also didn’t miss the very evident blush that had painted his cheeks. His threat meant little to you when you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.
Aiden and Ellie were easy to get along with, you and Ellie sharing the same interests in shows and Aiden being a gentleman. You were happy Ryland was getting a new friend but you couldn’t let him have all the fun! During the various conversations you had you were drop in little comments that made Ryland cough nervously, shift in his seat and quickly change the topic. One example was when you asked the couple in front of you how they met knowing they’d reciprocate the same inquiry and when they did you knew exactly what to say.
“Well we met at a cafe, I was there studying for exams and he was grading some of his pupils papers,” you needed to start of subtle, Ryland tried to finish the story for you but you kept on going, “when he first approached me I was a bit weary obviously with an older man coming up to me who was clearly alone-”
“Woah don’t say it like that sweetheart!” He chuckled nervously
You laughed at his comment so did the rest of the table, “But when we spoke longer and went on our first date a few days later,” you carried on, “I totally forgot we even had an age gap!” You noticed Rylands eyes darting around the room, a nervous tick he had. It was time for the final blow, “And I mean,” you lowered your voice to a deadly level with a sultry tone, “I always completely forget about it in the bedroom!”
Aiden laughed, Ryland looked down and muttered, “Oh my god” completely humiliated and Ellie cheersed to that. You three all clinked your glasses together while Ryland still look ashamed and you took a swig of your drink and sat back with a smug look on your face. Check mate.
From there you stopped with your little comments but you didn’t stop physically, you were having fun. Why stop there? Throughout the rest of the dinner, you four were ordering more and more drinks and your confidence grew, especially when you saw the way Rylands face blushed with lust when you slowly started to drag the tip of your heal up his leg and thigh. But other than that you took no noticed to the aroused man opposite you and you carried on with chatting to your new friends. As you grabbed your drink you looked at your boyfriend and he shot daggers your way. The look you typically saw in bed or a day when you were purposely being difficult on purpose, the look that said silently, “stop or you’ll regret it later.”
Once you’d finish your desserts and the bill was spilt between the two men, you had collectively agreed to carry on the night at the bar placed at the back of the restaurant. As you were walking over you felt a firm grip on your wrist which spun you around to be face to face with the man you’d been playing with all night.
“You better stop with whatever shit you’re doing right now. It’s not funny or clever. Cut it out.” He said in a low, deep voice bearing his darkened eyes into yours. He only used this voice in the bedroom and you’d been lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on right now.
You still weren’t backing down, “If you really hated it Ry, you would’ve told me to stop long ago,” and with a wink you walked away. Leaving the man to stare at you with disbelief and thinking of all the ways to get you back later.
