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strikexlightning · 4 months ago

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Ryan Howard x Male Reader

not a request

notes: Happy New Year :D my next fic is also Ryan, but I think I might start one for Gabe because I watched an episode he was in and I need him very badly, so be prepared for that

cws: takes place during Company Picnic (5x28), exhibitionism, almost getting caught, the reader and Ryan are friends/coworkers with benefits

You grin, feeling the nice hot sun on you. It was the day for the Dunder Mifflin company picnic, and you were all for it. It was super fun to just fuck around for a day without any real responsibility. Not that you usually got any work done in the office anyway, but still.

Dwight had you standing next to Ryan during the volleyball game, which you were happy about. He didn't look like he really wanted to be playing, constantly checking his phone, but he half-smiled at you when you came up next to him. You had sex with each other on pretty much a regular basis, and you would consider him a friend but he gives you the same attitude he gives everyone else you work with, so you're not sure where your sorta-friendship stands.

The times you hooked up were mostly after going out for drinks, but there were a few times that he pulled you off somewhere during work to have sex. He liked the thrill of being caught, apparently.

You watched as he kept missing the ball, not even going for it and actively dodging it instead so he could text. You were okay at volleyball, not amazing but good enough to not completely embarrass yourself. The sun was bearing down on you, and running around playing sports was a tiresome activity, obviously.

You take a second to wipe your face, lifting your shirt to wipe the sweat from your forehead. When you lower it, you notice Ryan staring at you, but your gaze quickly goes from him to the ball being spiked right into his head. You cover your mouth, trying to stop yourself from laughing as you watch him yell something to the person on the other side of the net.

Dwight swaps him out with someone, yelling about Ryan doing absolutely nothing, so the man walks off to find some shade. You manage to get a point for your team and people start cheering, Andy giving you a high five. You genuinely start getting into the competitiveness of the game, putting in more effort once you get into it.

At some point even Dwight praises you, it's very vague and sounds threatening, but you appreciate the acknowledgement. After the heat starts to become too overbearing on you, you take a break, having Dwight switch you with someone else. You catch your breath, fanning yourself with your hand, which doesn't do much, so you grab something to drink, taking a sip and then holding the cold water bottle against your forehead.

Spotting Ryan, you go over to him with a greeting and he gives you a nod, not looking up from his phone. You silently stand next to him, watching everyone else play. It looks like the Scranton team is doing decent, which surprises you, honestly. Your arms start to feel a little sore, and you stretch them, lifting them above your head. Your shirt rides up a little bit, and you notice Ryan eyeing you as you lower your arms.

“Do you wanna ditch this whole thing?” He asks, and you automatically know what he means. You're not sure if you really want to, since there's not really anywhere to get some privacy, but the look in Ryan's eyes says he's fully willing to beg you.

“Mmmm…okay.” You say finally.

The two of you spend almost 20 minutes looking for a place that isn't in anyone's line of sight, and every time you find a place, someone comes wandering in.

By the time you find a spot, one that's just enough privacy to not get you arrested, the both of you are desperate. As your hands run over Ryan's body underneath his shirt, he kisses your jaw and neck, almost feverishly. You hold him by his hips, sort of pinning him up against the wall of the back of a building you had to walk all the way to. He bucks his hips up towards yours, already somewhat hard.

“Someone's needy, hm?” You say, laughing, letting him grind himself against you.

“You know I am.” He responds playfully. His head falls back against the wall, and he bites down on his bottom lip as he continues to grind against you.

You reach towards your belt and he instantly gets on his knees, doing it for you. He takes your hardening cock out, giving it a few strokes before pressing a kiss to the head. He licks along the underside before taking the whole thing in his mouth. He looks up at you as he bobs his head, and you put a hand in his hair. He releases a muffled moan, tongue swirling around the tip a few times.

You groan, push him down a little more and he takes it, swallowing you down to the base.

“Fuck, holy shit-” You stutter out, watching as he repeatedly takes your dick down his throat.

He pulls it out for a second to catch his breath.

“I've been practicing.” He says smugly before going back to it, not even bothering to try and stop the sounds coming from his mouth. Before you get too close, you pull yourself out of his mouth. He stands back up, pulling you closer.

You start to take his belt off and shove his pants down as he turns around, his hands bracing himself against the wall. You pull a small bottle of lube out of the pocket of your jeans before you push them back down. After the fourth time Ryan pulled you away from work to fuck, you decided to just start carrying it with you just in case.

He presses his forehead against the wall as you squeeze his ass, your growing erection pressing against him. Squeezing some lube out onto your fingers, his breath hitched as you slid one into him. You push in a second one, thrusting them in and out of him as he moans a little louder. As you pull them out, Ryan pushes himself back against you, silently begging you to fuck him. You laugh softly at his impatience and put some lube onto your hand, stroking yourself a few times before pressing the tip of your cock against his hole.

As you slide yourself in, he groans, his hands pushing harder against the wall. You start to move, grinding your hips into him a few times before pulling half way out and thrusting back in. Ryan squeezes his eyes shut as you fuck him, letting out moans and groans each time you thrust back into him.

You can tell he's trying to keep himself quiet, but it isn't very successful. That doesn't surprise you though, since he usually doesn't mind being caught. You just figure it's different since there are corporate people here.

You start to speed up, your cock throbbing inside of the man as you get closer and closer. His own bobs up and down, dripping and painfully hard, the head touching the wall every time you bury yourself back into him.

He lifts a hand to his mouth, biting down on it to muffle his moans, clearly having trouble keeping quiet. The two of you freeze, hearing footsteps near where you are. It sounds like they're walking towards the other direction, but to be safe, you stop. That's until Ryan pushes back against you a little, and you instinctively thrust into him again.

You hold his waist, starting to slowly fuck him. He cums without warning, groaning against his hand as it spills against the wall, his body shuddering.

He's squeezing tight around your cock, and it makes you groan softly. Neither of you care that there could be someone right there, you start to speed up again until you fall over the edge, delivering a few deep thrusts before finishing inside of him.

You stay inside him for a little bit as you both catch your breaths, until you hear more footsteps and pull yourself out quickly as the two of you rush to get your pants back up. Ryan hurriedly fixes his hair while you put your belt back on.

When whoever is walking comes around the corner, it's multiple people, part of the camera crew. You and Ryan both glance at each other.

“What, no. We were just taking a walk.” You say to the camera when they take you to the side to film a talking head. You weren't sure if you were convincing enough, but the look on the mic guy's face tells you that you weren't. Oh well.

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strikexlightning · 4 months ago

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Ryan Howard x Male Reader

notes: this might not be show timeline accurate, I'm not even gonna lie :'), it's supposed to take place in season 6, I had the wiki open the whole time so hopefully it's at least passable, also sorry if the characters are ooc a little, I'm still in the process of rewatching the show.

cws: mention of ryan being into pain, fucking at work, they don't use lube

Your head falls into your hands, overwhelmed by whatever bullshit Jim was doing to Dwight today. Sometimes you found it funny, but on days like today, it made you question why you accepted the accounting position all those years ago. You at least wished you could work in the annex, or in that cozy little closet Jim put Ryan in.

You push back your chair, getting up and walking into the kitchen, deciding to get more coffee because you couldn't possibly think of going back into that area of the office without any sort of caffeine.

“Hey.” Someone behind you says. It makes you jump and almost spill scalding hot coffee all over your hand, and you turn, wondering how you didn't hear anyone walk in before you remember Ryan's “office” is directly behind you.

You give him a little nod in return, not in the mood for listening to his pretentious bullshit. The last time you came into the kitchen, the closet door was open and he made you look at the…interesting pictures he's been taking, trying to be artsy. He literally made you stand there for 30 minutes straight while the phone on your desk rang.

As he looks through the fridge, it's clear he's just pretending, using it to hide the fact that he keeps glancing over at you, trying to see if you acknowledge his presence. As you finish up making your coffee, he shuts the fridge, realizing it's not gonna work.

He passes behind you, leaning against the counter as you clean up the small amount of coffee you spilled. He's too close, his elbow almost touching yours.

“Got any plans after work?” He asks, and you shrug.

“I think everyone's planning on going out for drinks.” You answer, taking a sip from the mug. You weren't really interested in talking to him but you didn't want to be rude.

“Well I was asking about you specifically…silly.” He says, with a weird, awkward laugh. He added the “silly” at the end in a way that made it sound like he was debating on whether or not to say that, and you can tell he instantly regrets saying it as he awkwardly glances towards the film crew when you don't respond and then retreats back to his closet, shutting the door.

You squint at the door before slowly walking back to your desk, Dwight now back in his seat and Jim nowhere to be found. You work for a little bit before you start to get bored, switching tabs to a random game. When lunch comes, a few people leave together, leaving the break room empty because the few people still there were up to other things. You didn't really care, all you heard was ‘empty room all to yourself’.

You grab your food and get comfortable, being the only one in there. You read as you eat, some random fantasy book you had picked up somewhere. It was peaceful, without any shenanigans, no camera crew because they were off filming the interesting stuff.

And you jinxed it, because the second you start to enjoy your lunch, Ryan himself comes striding in, straight towards you. You didn't know exactly why you disliked him so much. He wasn't really that horrible to you, though he did kind of suck, and you didn't really care much about the others’ to hate him for any personal reasons. Part of you wondered if it was some kind of sexual frustration, because he was kind of hot and clearly didn't have anything against sleeping with coworkers. Maybe it was the sex dreams you had of him when he was VP, you just really wanted to put that man in his place, but he kind of did it to himself when he got arrested so after that the dreams kind of just stopped.

The fact that you found him sexually attractive freaked you out, not because he was a guy, but because it was Ryan of all people. The last thing he needed was another ego boost.

He stands in front of the table you're sitting at, staring at you until you look up at him. He sits next to you, getting comfortable and once again, way too close. He's practically on top of you, his hand squeezing your arm tightly, probably so you can't get up and leave.

“Listen, man. I found this new…business venture, let's say. I figured you'd be interested.” His voice is a low whisper, like he's telling you some mystical secret or something, and he stares at you expectantly.

You have literally no idea what the fuck he's talking about.

You stare back at him, a confused look taking over your face. “...you’re not doing coke again, are you?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I just think you and I should…discuss…business strategies. After work. Tonight.”

You're pretty sure he's just trying to fuck you and can't come up with a better reason to get you alone other than straight out asking. You're not completely opposed, so you shrug.

“Sure, I guess.” You glance over and see someone from the camera crew recording you through the window from outside of the door. There goes your undisturbed lunch break.

He grins, letting go of your arm and patting your back, his hand lingering for a little bit. “Sweet.”

You nod in response, not knowing what to say. Now that you're aware of what he's doing, it just makes it weirder that he's doing that rather than coming right out and saying it. You saw how he was with women usually, so you figured he just didn't know how to flirt with men.

He stands back up and stops in his place when he sees the crew filming the both of you, and then he continues to leave. You can see him saying something to them, but you can't hear it. You sigh when you check the clock, realizing your lunch is over and you barely got through the first ten pages of the book. You retreat back to your desk, finishing out the rest of the day playing computer games and avoiding doing actual work.

When it's time to leave, you grab your jacket, relieved that the day was over. You were actually intrigued to see where Ryan was going with his horrible attempt at asking you to come over. You knew it was some kind of sexual advance just by how see through he is to you, but you didn't exactly know how it would play out and it was a little exciting.

“Are you coming to the bar with us?” Meridith asks you as she comes up next to you. You shake your head.

“No, I'm…going straight home. Gonna get some rest. You have fun though.” You respond in a suspicious manner. Luckily she doesn't care and says goodbye to you before leaving with everyone else.

You see Ryan out of the corner of your eye, and you turn your head, not expecting him to be staring directly at you as Michael is trying to talk to him. Michael sees that Ryan is looking in your direction and he waves you over. You give him a small smile as you walk over.

“I was just telling Ryan about that new Mexican restaurant that just opened, we should check it out one of these days. You know, just us three guys. Hangin’ out.” Michael tells you. He seems really excited at the idea of that so you nod along, not wanting to decline.

But Ryan isn't even paying attention, eyes still locked on you. He's basically just eyefucking you, running down your body and back up to your face. He doesn't look away when you stare back at him. The two of you stay locked in a sexually charged staring contest, and neither of you notice when Michael realizes you aren't paying attention to him and leaves.

You make the first move, lightly pushing him against Jim's desk, to which he leans back immediately. That one action seems to awaken both of your urges, urges that were held back for the sake of being professional. He pushes a few things out of the way to fully get onto the desk, pulling you closer by your tie as your hands fall to his waist.

He presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss, letting you get in between his legs as he holds a hand in your hair and the other gripping your arm tightly. You unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, hands grabbing at his waist and torso underneath his shirt. He wraps his legs around your waist, pulling you even closer as you make out while he bucks his hips up against you, moaning into your mouth. He pulls away, hands unbuttoning your shirt and then sliding down to your belt.

“I've always wanted to do it here.” He says, his face slightly flushed as he catches his breath.

“Why?” You ask. It didn't surprise you that he wanted to though.

Ryan shrugs as he gets your belt off. You do the same for him and he ruts his hips against you again, groaning softly.

“It's one thing you're not supposed to do, obviously I'd want to do it.”

You make a short humming sound to acknowledge what he said as you grab his hips again, grinding your clothed erection against his, straining against his pants. He moans, looking up at you with the most desperate look you've ever seen from him.

You lean forward, lips brushing against the man's neck. He lets out a soft sigh, moving his head to give you access to his neck. You kiss down to his shoulder before biting down, pulling a moan from him. One of your hands comes up to the back of his head, tangling itself in his hair as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder, trying not to make marks in spots that could be easily seen.

“Fuck..you can do them wherever, I don't care if people see.” He says, his voice breathy.

You raise a curious eyebrow and then move upwards, your hand sliding up to the side of his head and pulling it to the side more, which he softly moans at. You leave a mark in a very visible spot before you can tell Ryan is getting impatient.

Your fingers loop around the waist of his pants and you pull them and his underwear down, his painfully hard cock springing out. You do the same for yourself, your dick against his thigh. He stares down at it, biting down on his bottom lip. You stop what you're doing and he looks up at you.

“We don't have lube. Unless you have some.” You say. He looks off towards where the closet is, thinking for a minute.

“There's some in my desk.” He responds, but he grabs your arm to stop you from going to get it. “Just leave it, it's fine.”

You raise an eyebrow again. “Are you sure? It'll hurt.”

He looks away from you, grip on you loosening and moving to rub at his eye. “I don't, uh. I don't mind.”

You instantly understand and you even laugh slightly. You wrap a hand around the base of his dick, rock hard and dripping. It throbs when you slowly start to move your hand, pumping it up and down a few times. Ryan bucks his hips into your hand, letting out breathy, desperate moans.

You lift your other hand, spitting into it and wrapping it around your cock. Moving to hold his thigh, you guide yourself into him, making him suck in a sharp breath. He presses a hand to his forehead, and once you're fully in, he releases a high pitched moan. You're about to comment on it but decided against it, slowly starting to thrust in and out.

Ryan's eyes are shut tight, his mouth open as breathy high pitched moans escape him every time you push back in. You start to speed up, your hold on his hips getting tighter as you groan. One of his arms reaches out behind him, looking for something to grab onto and knocking over a cup of pencils and pens in the process. He grabs onto the edge of the desk, the whole thing rocking with you, things falling over and being knocked onto the floor.

You dig your nails into the man's skin, and his head falls back as he cums, landing on his chest and stomach. His cock twitches from the sensitivity when you only speed up more, pounding into him. He moans loudly, not caring if there's anyone still in the vicinity.

His legs squeeze tighter around you as he loudly begs you not to pull out with a lot of expletives. You groan out a “fuck” and bury yourself in him, releasing your load and riding out your high before slowing to a stop.

You both are silent while trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you pull out slowly, and back up, letting Ryan hop off the desk. He stumbles a little bit, his legs weak underneath him. He pulls his pants back up.

“I'm gonna go clean up, I'll be back.” He says, going off to the bathroom. You readjust your clothes, buttoning your shirt back up, and tying your tie back on the right way.

You try your best to fix Jim's desk, picking up all the stuff you knocked over and hoping he doesn't notice something is off. While you wait for Ryan, you think about the fact that you had sex with a coworker. In the place you work at. On top of your other coworkers desk.

You kind of understand why Ryan wanted to now, it was fun.

He comes back out, tie still loose and the top few buttons of his shirt undone, but his hair is fixed and he's less flushed. The two of you walk outside, walking past a few cleaners you did not know were in the building yet. Some of the camera crew are standing outside when you walk out the door and you almost jump. You and Ryan are silent before awkwardly going your separate ways to separate cars, the cameraman zooming into Ryan's marked up neck.

They had a lot of interesting questions to ask on Monday.

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