☆ Exhausted from your work at Waystar, you try to settle in for the night, but just can’t. Roman seems to be in the same situation.
! 18+; Smut, gn!reader phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, humiliation kink for Romulus, degradation, Roman being pathetic, dog motif realness, like almost barely kinda orgasm denial/edging
First time writing actual kinda smut?? Let me know what you think :P
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Curled up in your large, plush comforter, making home in your soft silk sheets, flanking yourself with an abundance of pillows, you try to get some shuteye for the night. Keyword being try.
Waystar Royco has been very unkind to you lately. Maybe unkind is too forgiving… it’s been very fucking maddening. With Logan stressing you out to no end; Kendall being so far up your ass, waiting for any fuck up to present itself as a good reason to let you go; Siobhan giving you several tempting opportunities to get into a screaming match.
Jesus, you were exhausted, but you just couldn’t settle down.
After hours of tossing and turning, you’re finally starting to relax. You found the perfect sleeping angle, your breath was starting to even out, and your eyes were finally feeling heavy, fluttering shut as you chased restful unconsciousness.
That is until your phone snaps you out of your sleepy trance, making you flinch and groan as the screen lit up and your ringer cut through the peaceful silence of your dark room.
The caller ID reading ‘Roman Roy’.
You peer exhaustedly over at your buzzing phone on your side table and make a sound that seems to be a cross between pure exhaustion and an animal-like rage. Naturally he was the one to disturb you. With a string of incomprehensible vulgarities broken up by a deep yawn, you shift under your comforter and find a comfortable spot again as you let the call ring out.
God, Roman fucking Roy. He’s been pissing you wayyyyy off lately. He’s been following you, bothering you, trotting behind you like a needy yapping puppy, and you really didn’t know why. Were you too nice to him? Probably. You found him entertaining when he wasn’t being too offensive, and you seemed to be one of the few people that can actually keep his ass on a leash. You two have been forced to spend far too much time together lately working on a new business venture that Logan absolutely MUST capitalize on. You give your well informed, intelligent ideas and options, Roman simply giving an ‘oooooh’ or a ‘nuh uh’ at your hard work. This was the cherry on top of your fill of Roman annoyance for the week—no, the month.
He was a pain in the ass… but you’ll admit there’s something about him that makes you want to dissect him. To pin him by his extremities and examine him like an exotic bug, figure out what the hell is going on in there.
Eventually, the ringing dies out and Roman’s name fades away into black screen, and you let out a relieved hum as you let your eyes close in peace once more. For about two seconds, until another call came in.
After the fourth call in a row you were almost too impressed and appalled by his persistence to ignore his call. And maybe he got his ass in trouble, you worried. But no, he was just… being Roman.
“Oh come ONNN dickhole, pick upppppp,” Roman whines into your inbox, sitting on the floor by his bed as he nurses a glass of scotch.
Roman couldn’t sleep either. He didn’t really know why or bother to figure out why, or really even try to fight it. So, naturally, first thing he does when he starts to get sick of the sleepless silence is call you. Roman figured you would be up right now anyway, he’s noticed you’ve seemed way more sluggish and yawny than usual. He actually pays attention when you complain about your exhaustion and shoddy sleep schedule.
Just as he prepares to petulantly redail your number for a fifth time, he perks up and takes another gulp of alcohol as he hears your voice when you pick up.
Your voice was a drained, tired rasp, sharp and slow at the same time, like you wanted to bark at Roman with something more insulting but you simply had no energy to do so. “You better be smashed under a cartoon fucking piano or dying or something to justify calling me this goddamn late, Roman.”
“Ah, just escaped the comically large piano crushing my body actually, but nice fuckin’ guess,” Roman chirped back, sounding TOO goddamn chipper for two in the morning. Too chipper to be calling you while you’re attempting to get your beauty sleep in. “Good evening to you too, dick.”
Unamused by his sarcasm, you let out a deep yawn and rolled over in your bed, grimacing as you closed your eyes and irritatedly cut to the chase. “What do you want?”
“I dunno, can’t sleep,” he put it simply, shrugging a shrug that would couldn’t see as he set his expensive glass down on the linoleum tile beneath him before lazily laying on his back with his phone on his chest, grinning like a jackass as he listened to your voice on speaker. “Need some company.”
He snickers as he hears your exasperated groan and more shifting of fabric around you, “Oh my god, you wake me up for this? Why- why don’t you just make like a normal person and go jerk yourself to sleep, wear yourself out. Go to bed. Bye-bye, Roman.”
“Hey, hey- hey!” He quickly pipes up through chuckles, putting his hands up in defense as he attempts to keep you on the line. “C’mon, fuckin’… humor me. I know you can’t sleep either! Your ass should be conked out by now, no ring tone can wake you. You’re a heavy fuckin’ sleeper, dude.”
He had a fair point. You were in fact still awake, and you wouldn’t have picked up even with the plethora of calls coming in because you could probably sleep through a house fire. Roman knows this from an unfortunate incident where you fell asleep on a plane ride for work and not a soul could wake you up.
“…Asshole,” you simply sighed in acknowledgement as you open your eyes and give him a hearty eyeroll that he can’t see, but could feel the energy of it through the speaker. “I was just about to nod off, actually. You woke me up.”
“Aw, too bad. Now you have to keep me company,” Roman pouted, snorting softly as he lets his raised hands plop down and rest on his stomach.
There’s a loud, but oddly comfortable silence on the line as you both struggle to come up with a topic to strike conversation with. You and Roman were exhausted, your brains weren’t working. Quietly, Roman gnawed at his lip in thought, listening to your nearly audible, rhythmic breathing from the speaker. With a dry swallow and a slight, sultry grin he rubs one of his hands absently over his navel.
After a few moments, his assholeish voice breaks the silence in a tone you haven’t heard from him before.
“Hmmmmm, maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just jerk off, fuckin’… wear myself out. You’re smart.”
You let slip a slightly amused snort and grimace at his words, shifting in your comfy position as you adjusted your phone, bringing it to your other ear since your dominant hand was falling asleep (but you still couldn’t).
“Oh yeah, well, you go have fun with that. Night, Ro-“ you start playfully, before your brows furrow, then practically shoot up your forehead as you hear a faint clink of metal and rustling of fabric from your phone.
“Think you forgot to hang up,” you pipe up with a scoff, half amused and half mortified as you sat up in your bed a bit more, ready to get off the phone and put it back on your side table.
“No, I didn’t,” Roman answered simply, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he grabbed his phone with one hand, bringing it down and holding it close to his slacks, making sure you heard every intentional movement as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his hand beneath the expensive fabric with a sigh.
“Roman, WHAT the fuck??” An uncomfortable chuckle rumbled in your chest as you looked at your phone in disbelief, hearing a few soft sighs from Roman. Surely he must be kidding. Even if he wasn’t, you could just… hang up already.
But you didn’t. You were intrigued, if not disgusted.
“What?” Roman hummed as he slowly palmed the front of his boxers, shifting his hips as he felt his cock stiffen to the sound of your voice beneath the sheer fabric.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You gawked in awe, sitting up straight in your bed and putting the phone on speaker to get a better listen to what he was doing. You were more amused than offput at this point. Your heart thundered in your chest as he let out a quiet, pleased noise at your disapproving voice. “You are fucking disgusting.”
“Ah- I don’t know. What the fuck is wrong with me?” Roman countered in a soft, wanton, pathetic tone you’ve never heard from him in your life. “Tell me.”
Your mouth fell agape, opening and closing a few times in shock. You went along with it. You probably shouldn’t, but you were compelled to see where this went.
“Well, for one,” you started with a soft but cruel chuckle, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. You weren’t well versed at this sort of thing.
“You’re a sick fuck. What, calling me at two in the morning, jerking off to my voice over the phone? Whipping your dick out over a joke? You’re disgusting.”
You brought your hand to your lips and bit at your thumb, your brows raising as you heard a soft noise almost like a whine coming from Roman.
After a couple more rubs to his boxers, he relented and slipped his hand under the pesky fabric and let out a shaky breath once he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock.
“Yeah?” He shuddered, giving his length a long, languid stroke.
“Uh-huh. You’re pathetic, frankly. Is this why you’ve been up my ass all week? You want me to get you off? Coulda just asked. You’re fucking revolting, Roman.”
Roman shuttered as he gripped his phone tighter in one hand, pumping his cock quicker with the other. His body was tight, on edge, chasing relief as he jerked off to the sound of your cruel, deliciously fucking cruel voice. He felt like a pathetic little fuck. He was both squirming and shrinking in on himself out of shame and overwhelming delight, feeling like a sick animal. Cowering at your ankles, begging for more as you berated him. Now all he needed was a collar.
“What else?” He choked out, his breath shaking as he stroked his cock with fervor, tipping his head back as shocks of pleasure filled his body, face burning with shame and desire.
You gnawed slightly at your bottom lip with a grin, shifting your hips and pressing your thighs together slightly as his noises went straight to your groin, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure.
“You’re repulsive,” you went on, your voice mocking and strong, using a patronizing baby voice as you spoke. “A sick little boy, you’re always crying for your daddy. Daddy can’t fix everything for you.”
Roman shuttered and let out a pitiful noise under his breath, his hips jerking in tandem with the pace he’s jerking off to. He sounds tense, unbearably close.
“Jesus, are you gonna come? Fucking sickening. You’re really enjoying yourself? Huh? You’re a greedy, pathetic bastard, you don’t deserve to come.”
“Please-“ Roman choked out, chasing his high, just on the edge of feeling utter bliss. “Please.”
“Let me- let me come. Please.”
After a few, agonizing seconds that felt like minutes to Roman, you finally relented.
Scoffing, you spoke in a cruel, indifferent voice, “Fine. Make a fucking mess of yourself, be my guest.”
With a choked whine, Roman comes with enough force to kill a man. His hand moves sporadically as he finishes, sullying his underwear and his pride. He thought of absolutely nothing, cum dumb as he pulled his hand out of his unfastened pants and let his arm collapse across his eyes, panting like a dog.
“…Got that out of your system, slime puppy?” You spoke after a few moments of silence, hearing Roman’s heavy breathing as you slid a hand over your stomach, drawing slow, absent, pleased circles into your skin.
Roman was silent for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and slowly scrambled up on his feet to crawl shamefully to his bed with like tail between his legs. He was exhausted.
“…Goodnight,” he simply uttered, hesitating before swiftly hanging up on you, collapsing onto his plush mattress and throwing his phone haphazardly to the side, eventually falling asleep in his soiled britches.
You scoffed, unreasonably pleased as you set your phone on your side table and finally nestled back into your sheets.
With a contented huff, you adjusted yourself, slid your hand down your pajama pants, opting to take care of yourself after that endeavor. You deserved it.
After doing as such, you blissfully curled up amongst your cushiony collection of pillows and blankets, falling fast asleep.
You got the nightcap you didn’t expect. Or know you apparently needed.
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