Pretty Boy (Roy Harper x F!Reader)
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18+ Minors DNI 🖤
Summary: Roy overestimated how long he could last.
TW: smut no plot, reader is in charge, kinda switch!roy, tied up, unprotected sex, hand job, pussy job, denied orgasm, edging, slight degradation, praise, cum play if you squint, cocky Roy in flashback, cocky reader in present, begging, aftercare
Note: no thought just horny
Roy hated his big mouth right now. He was so damn stupid sometimes. If the situation wouldn't be so… well… desperate, perhaps it would be funny.
It all started last night, when he tied you to the bed. God, the way you pulled against the cuffs, the way your legs wiggled desperately, Roy did not want it to end. He teased you for so long, touching everywhere but where you needed it most, leaving soft kisses all over your plump flesh.
When he finally moved to your panties he chuckled, pressing two digits flat to the damp cloth, applying light pressure to your clit, "good decision to wear the grey ones today, baby."
"Roy, please," you whined. He could tell you were getting so damn frustrated and he loved every second of it. He was gluttonous.
"Let me enjoy the view of that filthy damp spot on your panties, will ya," he chuckled condescendingly.
You huffed and pulled at the cuffs, "take a picture and move on… please!"
Roy laughed softly and bowed down, placing open mouthed kisses on your tummy before dragging his tongue over your still clothed folds. You shuttered and moaned.
"Roy," you heaved and looked at him, his eyes beaming with pleasure and satisfaction but not an ounce of willingness to give you what you wanted. "Bastard," you hissed.
Roy pouted, "rude." He hooked his finger under and pulled the fabric aside, revealing your glistening core and he was just greedy. "I wonder…," he mused. "How much edging can you take until you're screaming and crying and begging like a little whore, until you actually cannot take it anymore, hm?"
You met his hungry eyes and Roy could see you pondered on it. Your mind curled around all that could happen, the torture that would only fuel the pleasure. Your eyes got darker with lust. You wanted to find that limit too but there was more. "Put up a timer," you grinned. "I can last longer than you, loverboy," you challenged.
He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips, "you wish."
Roy definitely overestimated himself here. Stupid competitiveness. He could just give in and get what he wanted but no… he wouldn't… he had a slither of dignity left. You were on your knees between his legs, your prettiest lingerie wrapped your body in so perfectly and your eyes got Roy feverish. They were so blown with lust and mischief, Roy was terrified in the best way.
"You're awfully quiet, big boy," you hummed as your hands brushed up and down his thighs, nails dragging along the soft flesh. "I mean, of course, except your pretty little moans."
Roy swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt hazy and his skin buzzed. "Just enjoying the show," he said but his voice told a different story, too airy and shuttered. "Could go all day." Roy's body betrayed him as his rock hard cock twitched in his briefs and you grinned at that. You really had to wear that lingerie set, didn't you?
Your hand now brushed past his clothed length, light touches traveling over his cock then balls. He jerked against the restraints, twisting his ankles. He needed more. You pressed your palms on his length and stroked up and down slowly repositioning his cock to lay on his stomach, his swollen red tip peaks out of his loose briefs now, oozing with precum.
"All day hm?" You hummed and leaned down, placing a kiss to his tip and licking the sticky substance off your lips. Roy let his head fall to the pillows, knowing if he'd watch you a second longer he'd beg right now. It was so hard.
You laughed tauntingly, "thought you liked the show?" Your tone was sultry and had an edge to it Roy has never heard before. You liked that he liked to have control, he had no idea a monster like this was sleeping soundly in your sweet cunt. "Look at me," you purred. "Be a good boy and look at me, Roy."
He saw stars of lust dance but lifted his gaze again. "You are impossible."
"You know how to make this stop," you placed a condescending kiss to his lips, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip and never broke away from his gaze. Roy jerked his hips up, hoping to find friction. The lust spilling from his eyes was primal.
"Not even clos– ah," his voice got lost when you dragged your tongue up his clothed cock. "Take them off," he huffed.
"Look how nice I am," you smiled, fulfilling his wish, and unhooked one of his ankles to take the briefs off, locking it right back up.
Roy felt the tiniest amount of relief having his cock out in the open. You reached for your bra and took it off, your perky breasts spilling free and Roy would have done anything to touch them right now, feel the soft flesh in his palms– he needed to stop.
You reached for the oil but instead of coating his length with it you massaged it all over your tits, kneading them and pulling on your nipples until your chest was glistening. Roy whined.
"I wanna touch you," he growled, something coming undone in him. He could get those restraints off, piece of cake, but then he would lose and he was just too set on winning. He could tease you for ages about it… so many possibilities.
"Of course, babe!" You grinned and leaned down, your oiled up tits dragging over his willing cock, up and down, your nipple hard against his shaft. "Like that?" You breathed, a faint moan curling on your tongue.
He was whimpering, bottom lip tucked between his lips to hold it together. It wasn't that Roy was shy, he just didn't want to give it to you right now. He was petty.
You sat back on your knees, your breast squished together by your arms as you finally used your hands on Roy's oiled up cock. You stroked over his tip with one hand, hard and slow, while the other one massaged his balls, dragging nails across the base. Roy was a groaning mess. The hand on his base lifted to grab his girthy length and you began to pump your hands in a sloppy speed.
Roy forced his eyes open to look at you. Your tits were bouncing with every pump and the smile that was plastered on your lips sent him straight to heaven. Roy grabbed the sheets and you could see his abs contract which was your sign to retrieve your touch.
Roy hissed as a plethora of curses left his mouth. "You are such a whore," he whined, rolling his head back against the cushion. "If this is ov–"
"Be a good boy and shut up," you tilted your head and your voice was sickly sweet, faking innocence in your eyes. Roy reached for you but was stopped by the cuffs. "Tsk tsk," you smiled and shook your head before giving his bright red tip attention again.
Roy bucked his hips. "Yo– ah you-'ll regret this," he moaned as the pace and pressure you now applied to his aching cock made his eyes roll back.
"S'pretty with your eyes all the way in your skull," you moaned, making your voice extra breathy because you knew what it did to him. "You're such a pretty boy, Roy."
Roy felt his stomach flutter, his skin began to burn. He was close again. Your words, the tone, he was coming apart. Roy started to buck his hips and wiggle his legs involuntarily, his body craving release.
"Nu-uh," you let off his cock and rubbed your nipples, pinching them firmly. "Stop moving."
Roy wanted to howl and the heaving please begged to slip over his lips. He was gonna burst. "Suck my dick, slut!" He ordered instead, a desperate attempt and your mocking laugh only made more heat pool in his stomach.
"Now that's not nice," you reached for his face, squeezing his cheeks in-between your oily thumb and middle finger. "Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"
Roy's eyes bore at you with nothing but lusty fire. He wanted to fuck you so hard into the mattress the bed would break… and you too.
You placed a loving kiss to his lips then finally returned to fist his cock only that this time you didn't completely pull away when he was close. You would get him right to the edge, knowing his body well enough, then slow your movements, pull away for a split second only to give him attention again. Roy was a vocal mess now, throwing his head back into the pillow, bucking his hips and arching his back. He has never felt this kind of ecstasy ever before.
"You're a sight," you smiled. "Your pretty hair all roughed up and that flush in your cheeks matches your swollen tip so perfectly. God, I love to feel your cock throb in my hands. You want to cum, don't you, baby boy?"
You would be the death of him and frankly Roy didn't care about the stupid challenge anymore. He needed to come. "Please," he gasped. "L-let - god dammit, let me come!"
You grinned, "I think you can convince me better." You never stop circling his tip in tight pulses yet wiggled out of your panties somehow. You laid his throbbing cock on his stomach and positioned your cunt on his balls, enveloping him between your slit.
"Fucki– ng god!" Roy growled, you felt the deep rumble through his body. Your wet cunt gushed over him as you began to move, rubbing your slick folds up and down his length.
"Beg, baby," you hummed into his ear and he again tried to reach for you then plopped himself up to look down on himself.
"Please," he whined, watching your cunt move up and down, the red tip of his cock pressed against his stomach as your fleshy lips dragged over it again and again. You were so damn wet. "Please– please let- ah - let me come," he breathed. "I can't take it. Please." Roy's voice was pure desperation, bleeding with ecstacy and need. "Don't stop, please! Don't! Please, please." His head fell back and his mouth stayed open.
"You may cum, pretty boy," you smiled.
"Tha- thank you," he gasped and you dug your nails into his flesh. "Thank you!" He cried out and a huge load of his warm cum shot from his trembling cock making him let out the sweetest noises. You slowed down, letting him ride out that high softly. His body was completely limp, shimmering in sweat, his neck arched all the way back as he blinked for a moment. He then turned his attention back between you and hummed at the sight. His hands moved to your hips; his head was too drunk on his orgasm to realize he had broken the cuffs.
His cum was making a mess of both your sexes. The milky slick mixed with your juices and if Roy had a single working brain cell left he would realize you were enjoying rubbing your cunt full of his cum. You reached to his stomach and collected some of the filthy liquid, then pressed it to Roy's lips only to kiss him hard. His body jerked underneath you one more time as he dug his hands into your hips with such force you were sure he left bruises.
You got off him and cleaned him up softly, freed his wrist and ankles then you took him into your arms, leaving the most tender kisses on his face as he caught his breath.
After a while Roy found his voice, "what in the fucking hell possessed you?" He was smiling brighter than a star. "Babe… wow."
You shrugged. "I wanted to win," you kissed him softly. "And I did by like an hour."
"You earned it," he shook his head at you. His eyes were filled to the brim with adoration. "You think… you think we can do that more often? I wanted to kill you, not gonna lie, but damn that was hot."
"Of course," you nuzzled your face into his neck. "Everything for my pretty boy."
