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Jul 6

Hii could I request something silly like Roman x reader but reader is kind of playfully dumb during all the wrong moments cause she’s so obsessed with Roman’s cock. Like when she’s sucking him she’d go and say something like ‘mmmm flavors are melting on my tongue’ or that hes got ‘the perfect shade for lipstick’, during cowgirl she’d joke about riding a horse or stuff like that. It pisses Roman off or at least he pretends hes annoyed by her dumb remarks but he secretly loves it. Adjust it as youd like 😜

Lovedrunk (Roman Godfrey x Reader)

Summary: You don’t mean to turn up at Roman Godfrey’s house unannounced and uninvited. You know he’ll be annoyed, that he might even turn you away. But the aching throb between your legs has just been getting worse, and you’re desperate for a fix of him.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex m!receiving, orgasm denial, humiliation, PiV sex, vaginal fingering, reader is DOWN BAD

Word Count: 3410

A/N: I REALLY MEANT for this to be fluffy and cute, but apparently I’m incapable of writing it. Hope you like it anyway!

MDNI, fic under the cut

“Please, Rome.” You mumble, fingers toying with the hem of your coat.

Roman leans in the doorway, eyes raking over you with a detached disinterest that makes your stomach hurt. “I didn’t respond to your texts, did I? Take a goddamn hint.”

You chew your bottom lip into your mouth and look up at him. “I can’t focus.”

Roman’s brow furrows, his eyes dropping to the way you fiddle with the hem of your coat. “Oh. Ohhhh. You’re down bad, huh?”

You nod, swallowing thickly. “I need it.”

Roman pushes off the doorjamb and reaches for you, cupping your jaw and jerking your head up to look at him as he towers over you. “So you came here to beg?”

Your knees turn to jelly under the heat of his stare, and you nod your head the best you can with your face tightly in his grip. “Please, Rome. Please. Just a little bit. Just whatever you want.”

Roman sighs, his breath ghosting over your mouth, and you lick your lips shamelessly. You see the moment his pupils expand, his grip on your jaw tightening before he releases you with an almost-shove. “You’d better come in then.” His tone is resigned, bored even, and your stomach clenches with anxiety as you step over the threshold and follow him into his house.

Roman’s ground floor is an open-plan monument to brutalism with its concrete pillars and sleek metal furnishings. You stand awkwardly in the entryway, watching him uncork a bottle of wine and pour himself a glass.

Your eyes trail him as he round the kitchen island and passes you, lowering himself to the couch in the middle of the room. His head rolls back against the headrest to look at you. “Come here, then.” He drawls in that same bored tone.

You blink against the absurd urge to cry as you round the couch, standing in front of him like you’ve forgotten how to function without his commands. You’d expected this, when you’d slipped a trenchcoat over your best lingerie and driven to his house despite him telling you he was busy this weekend. You’d known he’d be annoyed, and you’d half expected him to shut the door in your face if he answered it at all. But it’s still jarring; the cold, almost cruel reality of him when he’s managing your defiance.

“I’m sorry for coming over.” You whisper.

Roman hums, sipping his wine. “Yeah?”

You nod, and Roman’s face softens a little. “I just needed you so badly. It hurts.”

Roman’s eyes drop to your covered crotch, and he shifts a little, his cock stirring to life at the thought of how badly you need him. Roman could be soft. He could be sweet and attentive. He could hold you open against his mouth for hours, making you cum over and over against his tongue whilst he whispered delicious praise against your cunt. But he could be cruel, too. When you were getting too close, too entitled. When he was starting to think of you in inconvenient ways, wondering what kind of movies you liked and how you’d look in a white dress. Showing up at his house after he’d told you not to come? Well, that pleased him more than he could admit. It necessitated a certain kind of treatment to make sure you never did it again.

“On your knees.”

You drop immediately, the pain of the concrete floor shooting through your legs as you look up at him from between his thighs.

“Thirsty?” He asks, and you nod obediently. “Head back.”

You tilt your head back and Roman cups your jaw, holding you steady as he lifts his wine glass. Your eyes glaze over and his cock throbs at the hunger in your gaze. Before he can really think about it he sips wine into his mouth and leans forward to dribble it into yours. Your eyes close and you hum, savoring the taste of the wine and the taste of him before you swallow.

Roman swallows too, placing the wine glass on the table behind you. His cock thickens and twitches at just how submissive you are tonight. How obedient. “You want my cock?”

You nod, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as your mouth fills with saliva.

Roman flicks open the button and draws down the zipper on his jeans slowly, and your eyes fix to the motion as arousal pools in your underwear. He lifts his slim hips from the couch enough to tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, and his cock bobs up against his stomach.

You don’t wait for his next instruction. You lean in, nuzzling your face against the warm, hard flesh, and Roman lets out a shaky laugh as his head drops back and his hand lifts to rest on the back of your head. “There you go. Good girl.”

You part your lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the underside of his shaft before you suck the flushes, swollen head of him into your mouth. Your eyes roll back at the musky taste of him, and you pull back to trace his tip over your lips. “So pretty,” you mumble, tongue flicking out to massage his leaking slit. “Perfect shade of lipstick.”

Roman scoffs, fingers lacing into your hair and tugging lightly. “It’s not fucking pretty.”

You pout up at him for a moment, and Roman has to look away to stop himself from forcing your head down when you look so damn cute.

You lick against his frenulum, tentative little flicks of your tongue, and Roman moans softly. You close your lips around him and sink down, bracing one hand on his thigh as you wrap a fist around his base and pump him into your mouth.

“God fucking damn,” Roman moans, hips lifting to push the head of his cock into your throat. “Goddamn, baby.”

You hum against his length, hollowing your cheeks to suck tightly against him as you sink lower, fighting the urge to gag as Roman bumps against the back of your throat.

“You like it?” He asks, the fingers in your hair tightening. “You taking what you need?”

You mumble around your full mouth, drool rolling down the side of your mouth and over your jaw, and Roman moans loudly at the vibration against his cock. “Speak up, sweetheart. Can’t take my cock outta your mouth long enough to answer a question?”

There’s a teasing edge to his words, even though his face is flushed and his eyes are glassy with pleasure.

You pull off his length, laving your tongue against the underside. “Mmmmm,” you hum, and Roman’s eyes roll back. “Mmm, so good.”

Roman forces his eyes to focus, to watch you hollow your cheeks around just the head of his cock as you suck so hard it almost hurts.

“Tastes so good,” you whisper, pulling off him with a wet pop only to lick a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. “Flavors are melting on my tongue.”

Roman scoffs, yanking your head back and dragging you off your knees and into his lap. “You’re so fucking cringey.” He spits, fingers clawing at the belt of your coat. His eyes drop as the coat falls open, and he draws his full bottom lip between his teeth. “Oh, you really wanted to get fucked tonight, huh?”

You swallow, pushing your breasts out as you shrug out of your coat. “You like it?”

Roman does, and his cock leaks where it’s pressed against the soaked fabric of your panties. “Where’d this come from?” His fingers trail along the lacy edge of your bra, and you shiver.

“Azaleas.” You mumble, rocking forward to drag Roman’s cock against your core.

“I’ll have my assistant buy replacements.” He mutters moments before his fingers close in the delicate fabric around your hip and rip your panties open.

You gasp, hands flying to Roman’s shoulders as your skin stings under the pressure of the fabric cutting in. “Rome!” You squeal. Your clit throbs at the low, dark chuckle that rumbles out of his chest as his fingers trail over the welt on your hip before dipping to cup your pussy through the ruined scraps of fabric.

“Don’t get all uptight with me now.” He coos, fingers dragging through your folds with an audible, slick squelch. “You wanna fuck yourself on my cock? Will that make it all better?”

You bite back a retort, because that is what you came here for, isn’t it? You nod instead, shifting against his fingers, trying to guide him towards your neglected clit.

Roman’s fingers still before reaching up, tapping your clit harshly. “You think I need help finding your clit?” He whispers, pinching the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll touch you when I want to.”

You whine, trying to buck away from him, and he pinches harder. His cock twitches and leaks against you as you whimper and squirm. This is the best part, for Roman. The part before, when you’re still you and you feel the shame of it all. The part where you maybe don’t want it, though you both know you’re going to beg for it anyway.

“Please, Roman.” You whisper. He stops pinching, rubbing circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb as his hand tangles in your hair and tilts your face down to his.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.” You mumble, humiliated tears springing to your eyes.

Roman sighs, dragging two fingers low to push into your pulsing, wet heat. “Why do you always cry?”

Your eyes shutter closed at the electric feeling of his fingers pressed just inside you as his thumb rubs so gently against your clit. “You’re not nice to me.”

Roman swallows, the answer affecting him worse than he’d like. He pushes his fingers in further, curling back against the sensitive flesh of your g-spot. “You want me to be nice?”

You chew your lip into your mouth, nodding, and Roman releases your clit to focus on pushing a third finger into you, fucking up against the tight press of your walls as he pins you to his lap. “You think you’d be so fucking addicted to this if I treated you like all those other assholes? Buying flowers and begging for permission to fuck you?”

You whimper as his fingers fuck into you roughly, his cock grinding against the soaked remnants of your panties and pushing against your folds. “Don’t have…” you groan, lacing your fingers into his hair and tugging as he rolls his hips up. “Don’t have any other… assholes… just you.”

Roman laughs, a self-depreciating sound as he pulls his fingers out of you and pushes them into your mouth. You gag around the sudden intrusion, and Roman uses the moment of distraction to push his leaking cock into you, bottoming out in one long thrust.

You moan loud around his fingers, coating the digits in saliva as you taste your arousal.

“Just me, huh?” He asks softly, releasing your hair and pulling his wet fingers from your mouth to drop his hands to your hips, rocking you back and forth as he jerks his hips up into you. “That supposed to make me feel special?”

You open your mouth to retort, but your jaw goes slack as the head of Roman’s cock grazes against your sensitive spot and you can only babble out a string of moans and profanity.

Roman sighs, rolling his eyes as he settles back against the couch. “It’s like fucking magic.”

Your brows furrow, hands dropping to his shoulders to give yourself more leverage as you lift up and drop down onto his cock. Your walls suck greedily at his length, and despite his irritation Roman has to bite hard on his lip to suppress his own moan at how fucking tight you are.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, leaning forward to press your clit against his pelvic bone. “Love it so much.”

Roman sighs, thumbs digging harshly into your hips. “That all you got for me? No more tears?”

You shake your head, clenching around his cock to feel the twitching spasms against your cervix. “Want it so much, love this cock, love how it feels,” you almost whimper the words, and Roman feels the hot, wet drag of your clit against him as you get yourself off.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He hums, hands releasing your hips to cup your breasts as he pushes you away from him.

Your eyes open, bottom lip wobbling at the loss of contact. Roman’s eyes drop to look at the slick mess you’ve painted across his pubic bone, and he sighs. “You love my cock so bad?”

You nod, bottom lip still jutting out into a pout so absurdly cute Roman wants to bite it off your face. “Please, Rome. I wanna be closer.”

Roman’s mouth lifts into a lopsided smirk. “Noooo,” he coos, squeezing your breasts harshly before his thumbs find the hard pebbles of your nipples under the lacey fabric and rub against them. “No, you want it so bad you’re gunna cum just from my cock or not at all.”

Your mouth falls open, protests half-forming in your head before they dissolve into nothing. “Please.”

“No.”

You slap lightly at his chest, and Roman’s smirk widens. “You having a fucking tantrum, princess?”

You shake your head, but you kind of are. Roman’s cock is a delicious, brutal drag inside you, hollowing you out and replacing all rational thought with hunger, but your clit throbs neglected and you’re so desperate to cum that you’re on the verge of begging.

Roman’s hands return to your hips for a moment before dropping to your ass, cupping your cheeks. “Some girls can cum from anal you know.”

That gets your attention, and you’re half way through telling him he isn’t going anywhere near your ass when you break off with a yelp. Roman lifts you easily, throwing you down onto the couch beside him on your back and pushing your legs apart. He buries himself inside you again, pushing your legs up and bracing them open against his shoulders as he fucks into you.

The new angle draws a ragged groan from deep in your chest as the head of Roman’s cock grazes your sensitive spot over and over again with each punishing thrust. “Shit, Rome.” You gasp, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit.

Roman watches you do it, his bottom lip mashing harshly under his teeth as you quiver around his cock. Your pretty little fingers rubbing softly against your clit is beautiful, and it’s turning him on more than he thought possible, but he’s supposed to be cruel today, isn’t he? So he reaches down to grab your hand and pushes it above your head, pinning your wrist to the couch. “No touching.” He spits. “You’re gunna cum from my cock. Just my cock.”

You whine, clamping down hard on him until he winces. Roman releases your wrist, but you don’t dare move your hand again. He wraps his palm around your throat instead, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim as you flutter erratically around his length. “You’re so fucking dumb.” He coos, dipping his head to press his lips to yours. “The minute you get my cock in your mouth or your cunt you turn into my little fuck-doll, don’t you?”

You don’t have the words to respond, not with the tight coil of pleasure building in your abdomen. Roman slows his hips, pushing in until he’s practically in your guts, grinding his hips slowly against yours. “Don’t. You.”

You hum, nodding as best you can with your throat still pinned to the couch. “Yours.” You gasp, and Roman’s eyes soften just a little as he releases some of the pressure on your throat.

“I could do anything I want to you.” He says quietly, finally pulling back out only to slam in harder than ever before. “Could tie you up and use you for days, couldn’t I?”

You nod, walls clenching around him as the feeling of his cock dragging against your insides drags you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“Could fill you up over and over. My little cum slut. My filthy fucking doll.”

You groan, his dirty words and the low, rough tone of his voice sending shockwaves of arousal through your clit. “You’d thank me for it. Drunk on my cock, desperate for every drop of my cum. Tell me. Say thank you, Roman.”

You gasp as his hand reaches between you and presses to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive bud. “I’m gunna cum!” You squeak, your release cresting.

“Say thank you.” Roman spits, hips snapping against yours so hard you’re certain you’ll bruise.

“Thank youuuuu!” You wail as your orgasm rolls through you, shockwaves of pure, electric pleasure curling through your body as you jerk and writhe underneath him.

Roman fucks you through it all, his fingers a relentless, slow caress against your clit as he brutalizes your insides. You look so good when you cum, and you feel even better, quivering and shaking and gripping his cock so hard. He falls over the edge moments later, grinding harshly against your cervix as he shoots his load deep inside you.

Your face flickers with unadulterated rapture as you try to watch him, his jaw slackening and his brows furrowing as he mouths a ‘fuck’ and his hips still against yours. He pulls out, feeling the wet squelch of his cum dripping onto the leather couch beneath your ass.

You make a little sound in the back of your throat, and Roman dips his head to kiss your lips. “You’re welcome.”

You shift underneath him. The post-sex clarity hits quickly, and you’re suddenly, painfully embarrassed about how ridiculously needy you’d been. Roman sees the moment you shut off, and he tries to pretend it doesn’t make his stomach flip to watch you detach from him in real time. “I should go.”

Roman shrugs, pushing up off you and pulling his jeans back up. “If you want.”

“I mean…” you sit up, reaching for your coat with shaking fingers. Your legs feel like Jello from being pressed up around your head for so long. “You said you were busy tonight, so.”

“Sure.” Roman retrieves his wine glass from the coffee table and takes a deliberate sip.

“So I’ll… go then. I’m sorry for… barging in.”

Roman smirks, shaking his head. “Don’t ever apologize for fucking me.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your cheeks heating. You can’t even look him in the eye now, and Roman hates it. “I won’t… do this again.”

Roman rolls his eyes, catching up to you by the door and pinning you against it. “You will. You’re a fucking addict, baby. You’re obsessed with my cock. And you know it.”

Roman doesn’t say the rest of it, that he wants you to be obsessed with him, with all of him. That he’d give you so much more than this, if you asked. If he wasn’t so fucking terrified of getting everything he’s ever wanted.

“M’not obsessed.” You mumble, but you’re lying to yourself and it comes out weak.

Roman scoffs, dipping his head to press his lips to yours. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, opening your mouth so he can lick the sour taste of his wine into your mouth. His knee pushes between your legs, against the bare, slick mess of your pussy under your coat. You gasp into his mouth and he pulls away, pecking your lips just once before stepping back. “You are. It’s fine. It’s cute, even.”

You bristle, fumbling for the handle and stumbling out of the door when you finally catch it. “Not cute.” You narrow your eyes, and that’s even cuter. It’s so cute Roman can’t even stand it.

“Alright.” He agrees, holding a hand up in surrender. “Drive safe.”

You nod curtly, trying desperately to tug the hem of your coat down as you back away from him.

Roman laughs under his breath at your new-found humility, considering he had you spread open for him less than an hour ago, but he doesn’t’ say anything. Because he loves how desperate you are for him. And he loves how embarrassed you get after. And he really loves… well. That’s a topic for another day.

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