shiv in the last episode telling kendall and roman that she won and that they should suck it up and support her. meanwhile matsson is having dinner with tom and admits that shiv is smart but says she’s pushy, and has a lot of ideas and that he wants to sleep with her. which isn’t all that surprising then he says this …
logan couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head and neither can matsson. very heartbreaking that none of the men in shiv’s life support her in a position of power. and when they do give her the chance they take it away.
i love female characters who SUCK. Like omg queen you suck so BAD 🤩🤩🤩 Youre a totally shitty person lol 🥰🥰🥰 never has anyone been so selfish and self centered 🤩🤩🤩 your morals are deeply warped and dude i mean it youre brain is SERIOUSLY fucked up 😘😘😘 let me spend every waking hour analyzing why you're so deeply disturbed 😄😄😄
cw: nsfw 18+, masturbation, degradation, phone sex, reader works for waystar
a/n: this is a repost from my former deleted blog :) inspired by the infamous romangerri scene ofc
You could always tell when it was one of those nights from the way Roman answered the phone. Breathing slightly heavy, the muffled clink of his belt coming undone, followed by the slide of a zipper. This had become a sort of routine for the two of you at this point, a familiar fucked-up ritual.
“You’re serious right now? You can’t keep doing this, Roman. This is so fucking weird.”
You were leaned back against your pillows, swirling a glass of wine in your hand as you watched a rerun of some reality show on your hotel room tv. You were wrapped in your robe, hair still damp from the shower you’d taken earlier. Despite your tone, you were secretly glad for the entertainment. It was a sort of part you played—woman disgusted by her higher-up jacking off to her voice over the phone.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Roman played along, voice already strained. You could hear him shifting, adjusting himself.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Sick freak.” You took a sip of your wine, thinking about which angle you should go for tonight. “You’re really messed up, you know that? Seriously fucking depraved, calling me at night with your hand down your pants.”
His breathing had grown heavier now, had gone slightly shaky. You could faintly hear the slick movement of his hand around his cock, working himself to the sound of your voice. “Mmh, yeah? Am I?”
“Yeah,” you replied, voice low and accusatory. “God, you’re disgusting. Rich, spoiled daddy’s boy who doesn’t have an ounce of shame. You should be fucking ashamed.”
This earned a quiet moan that bordered on a whimper. “What else am I?” The words came out in that low, rushed way they did when he was fully engulfed in his rising pleasure. He was clinging to your every word, eating up your degradation.
You gave him what he wanted. “You’re such a piece of shit, Roman. You’re a pathetic, nasty freak. You disgust me, you fucking animal.”
“Mh—Fuck,” he breathed, the breathiness in his voice indicating he was close. He was working himself harder, his panting interspersed with low whimpers he was unable to hold back.
You inadvertently squeezed your thighs together the tiniest bit as you listened to him, as you continued to murmur insults into the phone. Despite yourself, you were getting turned on, more from the sounds spilling from his normally smart mouth than the words coming from yours.
Roman Roy, with all his pride and biting sarcasm, reduced to this. It was appealing, you did admit.
You could picture the way he looked when he came, eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure, his hand stuttering on his cock. He let out a strained, gutteral groan as he fell over the edge, hips twitching erratically through his release.
You tilted your head back, draining the rest of the wine in your glass.
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