Strumpetâs first Garcy fic - smut, of course ;-)
Moments Stolen from Time
Rated Explicit
Lucy needed to get out of her own head. She had a feeling Flynn would be happy to helpâŚÂ
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âI just donât like the way heâs been looking at you, okay?â Wyattâs voice was low and urgent, leaning in toward her in the bunkerâs deserted hallway.
Lucyâs mouth fell open and she immediately clamped it shut before something less than polite could emerge. She exhaled sharply through her nose, hands coming to her hips as she tilted her head up at Wyatt. âAnd what way is that exactly?â
Wyatt looked pained and a small, vicious part of Lucy took pleasure in having successfully baited him. Another part of her felt petty and ridiculous but the righteous anger she still harbored over Wyattâs change of heart was just enough to blot that out, for now.
âYou know what I mean, Luce.â He extended a hand toward her shoulder then seemed to think better of it, dropping his arm limply to his side. âHeâs dangerous.â
At that, all she could do was shake her head, a bitter smile tugging up one corner of her mouth. âAt this point, we all are.â Wyatt looked ready to protest but Lucy held both hands out, palms toward him. âPlease. Just⌠just go to bed, Wyatt.â
His lips pressed hard together and he moved slightly closer, her hands almost touching his chest. âLucyâŚâ
âGo.â She spread her hands wider and took a step away from him. Wyatt looked taken aback at the hard edge in her voice and she took a deep breath then deliberately softened it. âGo spend time with your wife. Iâm a big girl. I can look after myself in this enclosed, hidden government bunker.â She made a vague gesture around them.
Wyatt conceded her point with a half-hearted laugh, his shoulders slumping. âYeah, okay. Fine. Good night, Lucy.â
Before she could answer in kind, the bathroom door opened and Flynn stepped out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His hair was wet and he wore only a pair of sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He looked between Lucy and Wyatt, taking in the awkward space between them. âDid I miss the fun part?â
If you're okay with it, can you write semi public sex + degradation with brian, there is like no dominant reader stuff with him and I wanna spit on him (you don't have to write that specifically if you don't want to lol)
make me beg || brian x gn!reader
summary: "What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), written with afab genitalia, semi public sex, slapping, degradation, face-sitting, brian experiences subspace for the first time, dom!reader, sub!brian, spitting, reader is mean, brian's into it. (if i missed anything, let me know!)
a/n: first request! i love this greasy dude, and i hope you enjoy! :) edit: this is so long i'm sorry </3
Your coworker, Brian, was known to give everyone shit. And that means everyone, including you. He made long days at Mickey's hell, and in order to keep your job, you grit your teeth and bear it. Every snide comment, shoulder check, insult - you let it happen and let it fall away as soon as you clocked out.
Thankfully, you were on dishes for the rest of your shift, which meant you could finally get out from under Brian's hateful gaze. The taller man seemed to have singled you out of everyone he could possibly want to pick on, and zoned in on it, taking every single opportunity to be an ass.
After about an hour, majority of the dishes were done. Just a couple more tongs to wash and...
"Thought I'd wait for you to be done before I gave you these," Brian says with a sickeningly sweet fake smile. He lazily dumps another hour and a half worth of dishes into the water, causing it to splash and completely soak the front half of your clothes.
A gasp leaves your mouth as the water hits you, and he laughs. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that rude?" He sneers, still giving that sickeningly sweet smile. Your knuckles pale from your grip on the basin, gritting your teeth to stop from just shouting expletives at him.
He leans down close to your ear and you feel his breath on your neck causing goosebumps to shoot up your arms. "Better get back to work then, it's gonna be a long night", Brian turns and leaves, back toward the kitchen, where he stands eyeing you in between orders.
An angry blush coats your neck and ears in a throbbing red. 'Why does he always pull this shit with me? What the fuck is his problem?' you think. Being so caught up in angry thoughts, you don't even notice that you've still been washing dishes on autopilot.
A voice calls out to say they're leaving, which pulls you from your thoughts. That was the only other person here aside from you and Brian, and the only thing keeping you from openly snapping at him. Looking outside, you note the sun has already set. Great. Once again, almost finished with the dishes, which makes you sigh in relief. Just a couple more pans-
Another six pans are unceremoniously dumped into your dish water, and Brian laughs again from behind you. "It was a busy day today", he remarks. Feeling another wave of red-hot anger course through your veins, you spin on your heel, coming face to face with him. The look of genuine shock on his face when you grab a fistful of his uniform and pull him closer to your face is almost cute.
"I don't know what the fuck your problem is with me, but this shit is not fucking funny. If anything, I'm repulsed to have to work with someone like you, and I would be happier if you just stopped coming in. What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"
A blush has started peeking out from under his uniform collar, and he refuses to meet your burning gaze. You shove him back with the hand in his shirt, "That's what I figured. Get your shit done so we can lock up". Another turn and you're beginning to wash the remaining pans, still angry, but significantly more relieved.
Brian stands there behind you for three more counts, unmoving, almost as if rooted to the floor. You half turn again, noting him still standing in the same spot. "What the fuck dude? I know you're not deaf; are you just stupid? go finish your shit or I'm leaving you here by yourself", you sneer. He still stands behind you, eyes locked on the floor so his messy hair falls into his face. You wait another minute or so before spinning around to face him again, arms dripping soapy water onto the floor.
"What? What could you possibly still be standing there for?" You yell, exasperated. Brian says nothing, but continues to stare at the floor. You trace his gaze and in your scanning you spot the tent in his pants.
Oh.
Suddenly flushed with second hand embarrassment, you point your eyes at a particularly interesting corner. "You cannot be serious right now". He makes no effort to say anything, but his breathing is labored and he's clenching his hands into fists at his sides.
"Look at me, freak", you snap at him, eventually lining your eyes to his view. Almost immediately he shoots his eyes up to meet yours. His entire face is red and his eyes are glossed over, which isn't a bad sight. Under normal circumstances, he's frustrating and annoying and every mean word under the sun. But now? Now he's listening to every command, every lull in conversation, waiting to be told what to do and how to behave.
For you.
This knowing that you're the one who has him hard in his pants at being called names, and you're the one that lit his entire face up in red hues, is enough to light something in you you had only briefly felt towards him before you shut it down yourself. Realization washes over your face when you fully grasp the power you hold over him.
"Kneel." You command, a smirk threatening to peek from your otherwise straight face. He says nothing, but obliges, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. It's such a pretty sight, having Brian, the person who's done nothing but torment you for months on end, be at your beck and call. It makes your stomach churn with possibility.
"Come here", you say. A smile creeps onto your face when he crawls his way in front of you. "You behave so well when asked". He glances up at your face to try and read the situation, his entire face still a bright red.
You raise your hand and smack him one good time across the face, just for giving you extra shit to deal with today. A red welt in the shape of your handprint sticks to his left cheek, and he whimpers at the physical contact.
Oh.
He manages to breathe out a quiet, "Please more", before you hit him again on the opposite cheek, and he groans in response. Gathering all the spit in your mouth, you look down on his, what looks to be adoring, frame, and spit - catching in his hair. And he moans.
"Kind of filthy. Even for someone like you. Guess you really are just that disgusting", you chide. He lowers his head and lets a low noise rumble from his throat. You glance down, and what was a tent is now his erect cock completely showing through his pants. This could end up being really fun for you, you think.
You lean down to him, lips gently touching his ear, "Were you hoping you'd get on my nerves enough for me to smack you around some? Tell you how disgusting I find you?", you smile. He gently nods in response, "Ah... Yes, please", before squeezing his eyes shut. Pulling back from him, you notice his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his mouth is ever so slightly ajar, giving view to his front teeth and tongue.
Out of pure impulse, you stick your thumb in his mouth, widening it just a little. His tongue convulses around your finger and he whines almost inaudibly. "Oh... I see what you want," you smirk.
At this point, you're absolutely soaked. Having this much control over someone who's been an asshole to you pretty much your entire time at Mickey's makes you want to do everything in your power to ruin him.
"On your back", you command, not even caring about the cameras or the fact that the lights are on and the doors are still unlocked. Brian immediately untwists his legs from under him and gets himself flat on his back in front of you, eventually readjusting to take his hat off. Slowly, you slide your pants down, almost as if putting on a show for him. He exhales like he's been holding his breath forever, before sucking in another quick, shaky breath while watching you. A giggle pushes it's way out of your throat, which makes his face darken in color. After your pants are kicked off your feet, your underwear swiftly come down with them.
You kneel on the unswept floor and bring your hips to a hover right above his face, and he drools. "Is this what you want, pretty boy?", you say, your own breathing growing heavy from arousal. He nods and opens his mouth in waiting, being exactly eye level with your wet cunt now. Spreading your legs, you let your heat make contact with his mouth, and he's immediately one hundred percent invested.
A gasp tears from your throat as his tongue makes deft circles around your clit. His tongue is so warm and wet around you, which causes you to grind down into his mouth. Brian slowly begins to fuck you with his tongue, moaning the entire time, making you cry out and grip your chest, flicking a thumb over your nipple.
"Ah... Brian..." You moan, your other hand snaking its way into his hair and pulling. You can feel him whine against your heat, sending shivers up your entire body. Glancing down, you notice he's staring directly at your face and whatever pleasure may etch into your features. His eyes are blown black from ecstasy.
You pull yourself from his mouth, eager to let him beg to fuck into you. Brian whines when you pull away, his lips flushed and wet with your slick. Shuffling down, you finally pull him free from his pants, and immediately line him with your entrance. You're inches from his face when you once again command an objective, this time it being for him to open his mouth. He opens up exactly after the words left you, and you spit into his mouth, leaving him moaning underneath you.
"Oh my fucking god Brian", you moan as you finally sink down onto him, your slick coating him easily. His cock is long, and throbbing with want. Off instinct, he lets a low, guttural moan tear from his throat, which only arouses you more. You pause for a minute once he's completely sheathed inside of you, becoming adjusted to him, and letting him twitch in anticipation. Eventually you move your hips, beginning to bounce, with eyes screwed shut, over and over again, allowing the whimpers and cries from Brian to spur you on.
"Please (y/n)... make me beg..." He whines, gripping your hips to keep a steady pace. Immediately your eyes snap open and your hands meet his on your hips, pausing any and all movement. You lean down again, and let your hot breath hit his ear and neck. "You want to beg for it? Then beg, pretty boy", you mumble. Brian cries out, shifting his hips slightly to move deeper inside you. "Please... Fuck - Please let me fuck you the way I need to, please. Please... Ahh", He moans, leaving his mouth almost completely open. Still leaning forward, you take this opportunity to spit in his mouth again. He stares into your eyes as he deliberately swishes your saliva around his mouth before swallowing.
"Good boy", you praise. Brian's hand reaches for his face to cover the continually darkening blush spread across his face, but you grab his wrist and keep it pinned to the floor. "I want to see your face, pretty", you praise again, and almost involuntarily his hips snap up, making you moan on accident. "Do you really want to fuck me?"
Brian gives out a weak nod. "Please... please ", his moans and pleads are drowned out by a gentle grind of your hips. You grab a fistful of his hair before gently saying, "Then fuck me like you mean it". He takes that opportunity and begins thrusting his hips into you, crying out every time a particularly hard thrust makes you involuntarily squeeze the hair in your hand.
His hips snap up, driving his aching cock deep inside of you. Over and over again he fucks into a spot that has you moaning for dear life. "Such a.. pretty boy... my pretty boy...", you moan, pulling the hand from his hair to rub circles into your clit.
You're the first to come, wailing praises of how god Brian is for you and only you. You involuntarily clench around him, and the praise sends him over the edge. A moan ripples it's way through your chest at feeling the thick ropes shoot inside of you.
Everything stops, almost as if time stood still. Both of you are sweaty and panting; Brian more so than you. You gently remove yourself from him and pull your jeans back over you while he collects himself on the floor.
"Tell me if you ever need that again. It's fun smacking you around", you laugh. He lets out a shaky breath and half smiles. "Maybe I will".
"Do you know how to clear the cameras?" you ask.
"No, I figured you did", he responds.
Well fuck. Looks like you're both about to lose your job.
A/N: The stills of Kieran innocently looking up in the actors on actors really wrote this
You were Romanâs first personal assistant. He usually chose to run by himself whereas his siblings had their assistants two steps behind them. Heâd joke that they were corporate slaves and you were lucky to be working under him with that knowing smirk on his face. He had a certain aversion to you, something about your presence rubbed him the wrong way. You couldnât stand him either, always telling yourself it was only temporary while you paid off your loans. Only a year until you finish, you promised yourself.Â
Only one more year of being antagonized by Roman. He has this annoying habit of calling you at two or three in the morning, demanding you hand deliver some documents to his penthouse. He threatens to fire you if you donât comply. Only one more year⌠twelve more months with that insufferable bastard. You stomp toward the elevator, giving the doorman a nod. Heâs all too used to seeing you come in pissed off, steam practically blowing out of your ears. As the door dings open you try to remind yourself to keep calm. Donât snap at him, heâd probably find pleasure in it.Â
âGod no, theyâre soulless. I think every time they're on their phone theyâre spilling company secrets. Shut the fuck up, no- No. Let me fucking talk Jesus christ. I donât fuckingâ Fuck you!â he hangs up his phone call, startled seeing you at the entrance. He motions for you to come in, doesnât even bother to greet you. You huff, handing him the documents then turning away, prepared to leave.Â
âWait,â He says, hand up in the air. You canât help but roll your eyes, god even his voice was annoying. It was like nails on a chalkboard.Â
âYes?â You respond, voice a little more aggressively than you liked. You wanted to appear collected in front of Roman. Knowing heâd use your weaknesses against you.Â
âThese are the wrong documents, I asked for 12-15. Thisâ youâre fucking kidding me right?â He scoffs, his anger seeping through the room.Â
âOkay,â You nod stiffly, he definitely didnât ask for twelve through fifteen but you knew how he operated. Heâd always try to push your buttons, ask for one thing and then demanding the other. You learned to keep a copy of anything thatâs relevant to him at the time. You look through your bag, pulling out the new documents.Â
âI also need the documents for the LA contract,â He says, knowing you wonât have those. He hasnât dealt with the LA branch in almost a year.Â
âRight now?â You ask, already knowing how heâs gonna reply.Â
âNo fuckinâ tomorrow, yes right now. I canât sit around and wait for you,â He sneers, a facial expression youâre all too familiar with.Â
âGive me an hour, need any other document?â You hold your tongue. Â
âAn hour! What type of assistant are you? Jess wouldâve had those documents prepared yesterday. Youâre fuckinâ useless, maybe I should fire you,â He taunts, his finger pointed at you.Â
âYou know what, fuck this! I fucking quit asshole,â You yell at him. Finally at your breaking point, the late night calls, the beratings, the sexual remarks all too much. His eyes widen, not expecting you to snap. Youâre always so calm and collected it honestly scared him. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, unable to mask his true feelings.Â
âYeah good riddance,â He gives you a half wave, not looking at you. He pretends to study the documents you handed him, he tries to keep his fear down. Another person in his life gone.Â
âNo- thatâs not how this is gonna work,â You enunciate every word, your anger pushing you forward. The years of holding in your pent up emotions finally spilling out.Â
âYouâre a selfish fucking brat, you call me at three in the fucking morning for documents I know you wonât fucking read because youâll make me read them for you. Youâre a fucking piece of shit Romanâ Worse. Youâre worse than a piece of shit, I think somewhere deep down inside you know youâre nothing. Youâre just the cowardly little boy of a billionaire. If only another fucking sperm won huh? Maybe theyâd be more fucking competent than you,â You deride.Â
He looks at you mouth wide open, heâd only ever been spoken to like this by one other person. However, you were more vile and a whole lot less controlled. He notices the way you shake in anger, shit⌠why was this kind of hot? He clears his throat, trying to drop the documents in his hand on his lap inconspicuously.
âYouâre fired, you can leave,â He tries to say in an even tone but his voice cracks a little. You take your time to study him, âNoâ Iâve taken and taken verbal abuse from you for fucking years now. The least you can do is the same. Iâm fired anyway right? Call your security if youâre so scared,â you mock.Â
âYou are the worst type of human, Roman, for someone who talks about his dick all day he canât fucking use it. Iâve heard the countless stories of scared little Roman pushing women off of him. If you canât get hard then maybe stop fucking talking to me about your dick. God even your fucking cock is useless just like you,â You sigh, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.Â
âYou seem a little obsessed with my cock for someone who doesnât want to hear about it,â He chuckles to himself.Â
âDo you think Iâm stupid or that I havenât noticed? Take the fucking papers off your lap Roman,â You gibe.Â
âIs this what you like? Canât fuck your girlfriends because they donât tell you how fucking disgusting you are? Youâre a pathetic excuse for a man,â You take a few steps closer, hovering above him, your breath coming out in puffs. He sits there dumbfounded, at your confidence. You are right, heâs painfully hard under the papers, precum already spilling in his underwear. You forcefully take the documents out of his hand, throwing them on the table.Â
âYou like being reminded how you mean nothing to the world? If I killed you right now, you wouldnât even make an ATN headline,â You snarl, pushing his shoulder into the seat. He pants, unable to form sentences, random syllables spilling out, he seems like he's under a spell.Â
âGod, what if someone found out hmm? They figured out how the âillusiveâ Roman Roy likes to be pushed around in bed? That his little dick gets hard at people degrading him?â You push your fingers into his chest. His eyes are half-lidded, mouth open, breath rushing out.Â
âGet on the floor,â You command, walking over to sit on his couch. He sits there dumbfounded for a second, blinking in confusion.Â
âAre you fucking stupid? Get on the floor right now Roman,â you say more forcefully. He slowly climbs out of the seat, sitting on his knees. He looks down, embarrassed but he canât fight your command, your voice has him under some sorcery. That familiar cadence in your voice brings him something he craved.Â
âCrawl to me, like the disgusting fucking dog you are,â You order, crossing one leg over the other. There is a certain pleasure in watching your annoying boss crawl to you on all fours. His head unable to look up at you as he crowds your leg. He hangs his head in shame, his humiliation seeping in as his cock presses against the zipper on his slacks. He canât help but shudder at the feeling.Â
âIs this what you wanted, hmm?â You say sarcastically.Â
âYou acted like a spoiled fucking brat so I can treat you like this? If you wanted my attention you couldâve just asked, like a big boy. So tell me, is this what you wanted?â You ridicule. He canât look up at you, the words stuck in his throat. It feels like he has honey in his mouth.Â
âFor someone so chatty you sure are quiet now,â You roll your eyes, uncrossing your legs, and leaning forward. You grab his chin in your hand, forcefully pulling him to look at you. His big hazel eyes are watery, he almost looks innocent, but you remember all those times heâs called you nasty names, all his insults.Â
âAnswer me moron,â You bare your teeth, face centimeters from his.Â
âY-yes,â He sighs, finally maintaining eye contact.Â
ââYesâ Yes what?â You mock him.Â
âYes, I-I called you here to make you mad,â He admits, his eyebrows furrowing making his face look somehow even more innocent.Â
âWhat did you want to happen Romulus?â You use his full-name knowing itâs only reserved for when his father is really mad at him. It feels foreign in your mouth and yet perfect. You feel powerful as he shivers under your piercing gaze.Â
âI- dâknow,â He slurs his words, trying to look away from you. His embarrassment hanging heavy as your prod. He truly didnât know what he wanted⌠He just wanted to be dominated. You seemed like the perfect person. You were cool and collected with a sea of rage hiding underneath the surface. He was attracted to you the first time he saw you working for Kendall. Something about stealing his brotherâs prized possession felt good.
You slip off your shoe, putting it on his couch not caring if it stains it. You press the bottom of your sole to his chest, pushing him deeper onto his knees until his ass hits the floor.Â
âGod youâre pathetic,â You scoff, looking at his big hazel eyes. You run your foot down his chest, he looks down following your path, you drop it to the bulge in his pants, lightly pressing against it. His breath quickens, eyes closing shut as you start moving your foot back and forth. He tries to ground himself, grabbing onto your calf, his nails digging into your skin.Â
âWho said disgusting pieces of shit like you are allowed to touch me?â You push his hands away from you, his eyes opening.Â
âNow, what do you want?â You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest, your foot stops, giving him a chance to think. His mouth opens and closes.Â
âI- Iâ Iââ he canât form a full sentence as you start rubbing him through his slacks again.Â
â âI- Iââ Look at you, youâre all stupid already. Your underwear must be a mess, huh? Fucking useless pervert,â You smirk, enjoying the huffs of his breath filling the room. His hands twitching at his side, his cock throbbing at your words, he lets out a little sound.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Already gonna cum? Gonna ruin your pants before youâve even got your cock in me?â His hands grip the sides of his pants, his hips following your foot. He mewls when you stop, you drop your foot in between his thighs.Â
âBe a good pup and get yourself off,â You command. He looks at you a little lost but scoots closer, he takes a tentative buck against your leg. He tilts his head back, eyes shutting at the friction, he canât help but moan..Â
âLook at you, what would your dad think? What would think seeing his pathetic son humping his assitantâs leg like a fucking dog,â You say.Â
âYe- Yes, be so disappointed,â He moans, he bucks his hips faster, losing himself in the feeling.
âLook at you humping my leg like a bitch in heat. Youâre fucking pathetic, you disgust me,â You snarl and it pushes him over the edge. His hips twitch, he bites down on your knee, his cum leaking all over his underwear, as he gasps trying to catch his breath, practically slobbering on your knee and inner thigh.Â
âCâmon,â You pull him up by his armpit onto the couch. Heâs shaking, this all was too much, his feelings overflowing.Â
âShh.. itâs okay,â You pull him close, rubbing his back as his emotions crash over him like a wave. He rocks himself back and forth in your arms as you soothe him, you pull him onto your lap. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your scent until heâs calmed down. Isnât this a bitch? You have to calm him down. Youâd feel much differently if this was a scene and he was your sub but he decided to take the difficult route.
âYou okay?â You ask, breaking the awkward silence. He doesnât know what to say, he needed the release, craved it but now that itâs over heâs left with that hole in his heart again. If only you both were different. If you werenât his assistant and he wasnât an asshole.Â
âYeah, Iâm good. So good,â He scoffs, removing himself from your lap. He doesnât look at you, walking into his bedroom and changing. After about twenty minutes of waiting you decide to leave, clearly he wasnât emotionally mature to talk about whatever happened between the two of you.Â
To your surprise you get a phone call in the morning, âWhere the fuck are you, god youâre so incompetent!â Roman grumbles on the line. His words have no bite now that you know how to put him in his place.Â
omg help me your Roman Roy fic was amazing,,, you truly have a gift .
we need more Roman pussy eating fics! just thinking about his hands moving up your skirt, you sitting up on his big important boss man desk, his face buried between your legs, stubble grazing your inner thigh, you grab his hair and your back arches, head thrown back, your gasps and moans are echoed by his own as he gets off from eating you out.
You resist the urge to make a sound. Even though heâs lapping at your cunt like a fucking dog, you restrain yourself. You gnaw on your lip, feeling the busted capillaries at the surface release that familiar iron taste. Youâre wet, embarrassingly so. You can hear the slick sloppy sounds of Roman sucking at your clit. Youâre breathing heavy, panting and clawing at his desk as if thatâll help.
Anyone could walk past and see you getting tongue-fucked by their bosses son. Not that theyâd say anything, but youâd be absolutely mortified.
âRoman- please, you canât,â you squirm when he nips your folds, ânot here.â
He groans, you sound so whiny. So breathy and on the verge of crying. He grips at your hips, your pencil skirt slid up and pooled around your waist. Panties tugged down (semi-ripped) across your ankles.
âShut up.â He mumbles into you, the stubble across his jaw prickling your inner thighs. You jump at the feeling, squeezing around his head. You whine, trying not to kick up your legs and crush him.
âJust let me fucking drown myself in your pussy.â
Heâs pawing at your hips, slipping them from outside to in. Running clean hands across your jumpy thighs and over your slick folds. He smashes his thumb against your sticky clit, rubbing sloppy harsh circles against the soft bud. Your hips stutter, he chases your bucking hips to rub at your clit.
âSensitive?â
He asks with a grin, he knows you are. He loves it. You whine, feeling the wet stickiness between your thighs drip.
âRoman-â
Thereâs most definitely a puddle of cum and slick underneath your ass. But Roman doesnât give a shit, heâll probably get some underpaid janitor to clean it up. Itâs not like they havenât done it before. Vaguely, you wonder what would happen if someone important saw. Like his brother, or his dad. Or even Gerri.
âFuck, youâre fucking dripping.â He mumbles, hair messy and swept back. Strands of brown draping across his wide eyes and tickling your thighs.
You let out a yelp when he buries his face back between your legs, licking from the bottom of your cunt to the very top. Itâs like heâs making out with it, dipping his tongue in and moaning at the way he can feel you clench around the soft pink muscle. Heâs almost tempted to just say fuck it and fuck you over the desk. Who cares?
You feel like youâre gonna pass out. Youâre panting, chest heaving and you scratch at his expensive glossy desk, nails trying to find purchase without tugging at your bosses hair. Your moans have his cock leaking against his slacks, staining the light grey dark. He tries not to hump the air, but it gets harder with each passing second. He might cream his pants if heâs not careful.
âGonna soak my face, hm? Gonna get nice and fucking wet for me?â
You wish you could say you hate the way he speaks to you, but youâd be lying. It makes you whimper and drip and clench around nothing. Nodding your head and shuffling your hips to try and get a better angle. Roman grins like a fucking demon, staring up at you while he demolishes your pussy. Sucking at your sensitive clit and pressing his thumbs into your thighs to hold you open. Itâs debauched, messy and wet. The definition of slutty.
Itâs like the middle of a shitty porno, a boss eating out his favorite assistants cunt on his desk. Uncaring of the consequences because heâs never had to face them before.
Summary: Roman getting jealous after a waiter "flirted" with you turns into something more...Inspired by the Grace x Roman phone scene.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, degradation, lots of cursing, male masturbation, insecurity, mention of his ED
âSo you have fun tonight?â Roman asks, undoing his tie
âSeriously?â You scoff, turning to look at him while placing your heels on the floor. He looks back at you already annoyed.Â
âNo because you were being a huge asshole but hey, whatâs new?â You shrug, turning away from him and unzipping your dress.Â
âOh fuck off, you had fun. Certainly had fun flirting with that waiter,â he says, taking his dress shirt off.Â
âFuck you,â you reply, getting increasingly annoyed. Roman had been incredibly rude to the waitstaff today, giving you the cold shoulder. He got jealous when you had a simple conversation with one of the waiters who asked how your day was going. There was no flirting but Roman let his insecurities get the better of him.
âYeah you fucking wish,â he mutters.Â
âNo you wish⌠or do you? I donât fucking know at this point,â you say putting on one of his oversized T-shirt.Â
âYeah yeah you want to suck my cock,â he shrugs, grabbing his sleep clothes.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Rome? Got a micro penis or something? Are you trying to hide some hideous deformation from me?â You taunt, anything to get him to just acknowledge the elephant in the room. Every time you tried to bring it up heâd just make a joke and try to change the topic. Youâd been dating for two years now, surely heâd be comfortable just talking about it.Â
âIâve got the most gorgeous cock. If you make a mold of it I guarantee Connor would buy one, better than fuckinâ Napoleonâs,â he quips, tugging on his sleep shirt.Â
âI just want to see it,â you joke, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes.
âYouâve fuckinâ seen it, pretty sure youâve got a whole folder of dick pics to blackmail me later with,â he laughs climbing into bed with you.
âThatâs a photo, it doesn't count, the scale is off. Maybe put a quarter or something beside it next time. Iâm not saying we have to fuck I just want to see it,â you say, turning to him and cuddling putting your hands under your head.Â
âJust call your waiter if you want to see a cock. It might not be as impressionable as mine but itâll make do in a pinch,â he nuzzles into the pillows, closing his eyes.Â
âYou know what⌠maybe I will,â you say reaching for your phone. His eyes whip open, watching your movements. He gapes as you turn your phone on then quickly yanking it out of your hand.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You try to reach for it, he stretches his arm back.Â
âNo,â he simply says.
âNo? Isnât that what you wanted? You have a kink for being cucked or something? Iâm just doing what you asked,â you shrug.Â
âOh fuck you! You know heâll never be able to please you. You want to get fucked? Fine,â he says, unceremoniously detangling himself from the sheets, cursing under his breath. He climbs on top of you, pinning your hips down.
âWait⌠Roman, are you a pervert? You want me to go fuck the waiter and tell you how much better his dick is?â You laugh, scanning his face. He stays quiet, he couldnât stand the thought of someone else touching you.Â
âOh my god, you little fucking pervert. Youâre disgusting,â your face turns a little more serious as his eyes turn half lidded. He seems almost dazed at your words⌠oh, he likes this. You break free from his grasp, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down next to you. You straddle his hips now.Â
âLook at you so fucking pathetic, you look so stupid right now,â you say looking down at him from the bridge of your nose.Â
âAww the spoiled little brat canât even get his dick hard,â you taunt, hand on his chest as you lean forward. You get close to his face.Â
âIs this what you want? Want to be treated like the piece of shit you are?â You ask, eyes flicking toward his lips. His chest rising faster in anticipation as he nods. You shift down his hips to give him more space until you feel the unexpected bulge in his sleep pants. This was entirely new.
âYouâre already turned on? No doubt, since no one ever fucks you. Canât find someone to give you want you want,â you say.Â
âTake off your shirt,â you demand, leaning back on his thighs.Â
âW-what?â He asks, heâd never taken his shirt off in front of you. Afraid youâd call him fat and heâd dive straight back into restricting his calories.
âDid I say you can talk? Disgusting perverts like you arenât allowed to speak unless spoken to, understand?â You say, arms crossed. He tries to nod his head, his mind spinning at this new dynamic.
âIâm fucking talking to you idiot,â you lean forward, face centimeters away from his.
âYes, yes I understand,â he stutters, reeling in the feeling of being out of control.
âTake it off,â you say, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He hesitates, slowly sliding it up his torso before leaning up and yanking it off. He canât even look at you, he shrinks into himself, arms across his torso trying to hide. You forcefully yank his arms to his side.Â
âFuck, Roman,â you say looking down at him. Scanning every piece of skin you see like itâs the most beautiful sunset youâve ever seen.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He says, voice shaky.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â you peck him on the lips. Heâs far from fucking gone. In all the reactions he imagined heâd received, this wasnât one of them.Â
âGood now, sit up and take your pants off,â you say, completely removing yourself from him. He misses your weight on him. He tries to ask why but you shut him down.
âGod youâre not only a fucking sicko but youâre a moron too? Follow my fucking directions,â you say sitting down close to the edge of the bed. He scrambles to sit up, pulling at his pants off but keeping his boxers on.Â
âTouch yourself,â you command, staring at him. You open his legs wider and sit in between his feet. You wanted to be close enough to see him but far enough so he can still have full control over the situation. If he said no youâd stop immediately but he slowly drops his palm to his bulge. Nudging at it like itâs something foreign.Â
âLook at you, youâre so fucking disgusting. trying to hide your little cock from me. Put your hand in there, fucking pervert,â You hiss, gaining more comfortability in this dynamic. He looks up at you before sliding his hand in his boxers, sighing at the warmness of his hand. He only strokes himself with the tips of his fingers, head leaning back at the sensation.Â
âYouâre fucking pathetic, already whining and you havenât even fully touched your cock. God youâre just a filthy little fucking pig,âyou say, heâs panting as he finally grips himself.Â
âYouâre gonna finish in two seconds like a little virgin. Youâre fucking revolting, look at you squirming like a worm. Youâre just a disgusting little worm,â you say.
âY-yeah, I am,â he says, maintaining eye contact.Â
âWhat else are you, huh? A selfish spoiled little brat. A sick fucking pervert, you disgust me,â you sneer, his hips jolting as heâs feels the familiar feeling in his gut.Â
âYes, yes,â his voice breathier. Hand stroking faster as heâs practically fucking his hand.
âCum in your fucking underwear, gonna make you sleep in âem. So you can be reminded all night how repulsive yâare, canât even fuck your partner, gotta fuck your own hand like the fucking loser that you areâ you finalize, his hips stuttering, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You canât help but stare at the wet patch in his underwear. You take your time to study him, eyes roaming the expanse of his chest, the vein running up his neck after squeezing his jaw tight, and the way he pulls his hand out covered in his cum.Â
You grab his hand, looking at the glistening cum on it and take a lick. He moans at the feeling of your warm tongue on his skin. Itâs the first time youâve touched him.Â
âFinish it for me,â you hold his wrist to his bottom lip, smearing it with his cum.Â
âTypical, always having me finish what you started,â he rolls his eyes, shuddering at your proximity before licking his hand clean, not taking his eyes off yours as you stare at his tongue working at his fingers.
âGood, letâs get to bed,â you say, crawling over your side of the bed. He looks at you dumbfounded.Â
âWhat âbout you?â He slurs, tiredness catching up to him.Â
âWeâll worry about me another day, câmonâ you motion for him to join you.Â
He takes a second before getting under the sheets next to you. The pent up cum spilled all over his underwear, it sticks to his skin like glue, making a mess of himself. He snuggles into your chest pulling you close as he intertwines your legs.Â
âUgh, youâre disgusting. Your cum is getting all over my thigh,â you complain at the sticky feeling.
âFuck off, you love it,â he sighs, nuzzling his head into your chest. He just knows heâs gonna have the best sleep of his life. You were the first person to understand Roman, you help him explore this new side of himself.
just wanna fuck someone and for the first few second have them start sputtering "oh godâŚoh fuckâŚ" and try to pull out but I wrap my legs around their hips and make them cum in me. they blush and cover their face and say they didn't mean to cum so fast, but I giggle and kiss them and whisper that we can go again when they're ready
people with dicks cumming in their underwear is so hot and im not afraid to say it!! like, especially when you can see the cum spurt through the fabric or even like a little damp spot aaaa
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