Bottom Cyrus x Top Reader
So. Cyrus tries to assert his authority and dominance in almost every aspect of his life. Makes sense when he's the leader of followers that obey his wishes. Aside from the deceit he had over what his intentions were with pursuing Palkia, he still needs to convey his demands clearly in order to get any kind of real work done.
That is until he meets you, someone with a bigger aura of authority that makes him actually somewhat fumble with his composure. You're the only person that can make him stammer with his words as you overpower him with your presence and words alone.
"Say it," you say with your hand against next to Cyrus' head, him pressed against the wall. "All I need, is for you to say yes. I'll take care of everything else."
Cyrus can usually manage to keep his eye contact with you but he averts his gaze, his body posture stiff and reserved. He wants this so badly but isn't sure how to work with this sort of dynamic. He's not sure what to expect with another man like you. His breath hitches when you palm and fondle his dick, hips bucking forward to meet your hand.
"I'll admit that you fascinate me," Cyrus says with his usual cold and calculated tone. "but I'm not exactly experienced in this."
"Hmm, is that so? You must not want this," you tease as you retract your hand. Cyrus grabs your wrist. You smile at him devilishly. "Why don't you end work early today?" you say holding him by the chin. "I'm sure one of the admins can handle overseeing operations for the next couple of hours. Days, maybe. If you wanted that."
Cyrus didn't anticipate his evening ending like this, naked and presented before you as you line your cock against his pucker. For a man that usually has a stiff and cold demeanor, his blushing face tells you everything you need to know. He wants this more than he'll say it in words.
The first unrestrained moan that is torn from his throat happens as you bottom out, your hips finally meeting his. He's never done this before but now he can't ever see himself stopping. He finds himself melting, steady firm hands gripped on his waist as you treat him right, taking it slow and steady for his first time. He feels so good that he's about to burst, his hands gripping on the sheets beneath him.
It’s soooo frustating to finally find the fic you’ve been looking for ages with your favorite ship, only to find out that the bottom is not the one you want to bottom T-T
