This oneshot has matured in my drafts for a long time and finally its time has come! Prepare before reading and grab yourself a glass of water, you will severly exposed to my dry humor. To make it more digestable I've added there a short bed scene.
Enjoy! 🥛
The worst best birthday gift
Roman Sionis x YN
Words: <2500
Warnings: smut, swearing, unfanny jokes
“You wanna ditch your own birthday party?” you asked playfully.
It was a rhetorical question, because Roman could not keep his hands to himself through the whole evening. He was initiating any kind of physical contact at every opportunity, a small touch on the shoulder as he was passing by or a grab on the thigh under the table while sitting next to you. It was contact that definitely was going beyond the generally accepted social norms of friendly behavior, and people would have to be blind not to notice that something was up between the two of you. And that meant that all your caution and keeping a low profile over the past weeks had gone to hell.
Roman seemed not to care about all the discreet glances he definitely noticed, quite on the contrary; he was in his element from the morning and was gushing with good humor. He had a party organized for him, which also meant that he was the center of all attention. The whole day he was being showered with more or less forced compliments, which he accepted with the face of a man convinced of their validity. The only thing that seemed to bother him was the fact that this was the first time you two had seen each other in a week, and the first opportunity to be alone with you was not going to happen until late night.
Roman was not one of the patient people, under the charismatic smile hid a hunger, by no means related to food. You had your share of fueling his frustration by choosing the dress you wore, a long, elegant one that did not reveal too much, but aroused the imagination with a deep cutout on the leg. At the first better opportunity Roman's hand slid under the slippery material of the creation, exploring how high it ended at your thigh. Therefore, you were not surprised that the jubilarian was unable to make it to the end of the party.
When Dinah Lance took the stage after toasts, drawing the attention of the guests with her unusually expansive voice range, was the moment when Roman grabbed your hand and slipped away with you to his penthouse upstairs. Heading down the corridor you passed Zsasz, you two briefly crossed the gaze. Although his face did not betray any emotion, as usual, you could swear that this time you noticed a sign of a mocking smirk. Reaching the bedroom, Roman hungirly pushed his body against yours making the way towards the bed. His lips and two-day stubble tickled your neck as he was placing wet and scratchy kisses.
“Since it's my birthday and I can do whatever I want, I want to do you.” he murmured.
“Tell me something new…Oh…!” Your sarcastic reply got stifled by a moan you could’t hold back as Roman bit the hollow near your ear. You closed your eyes and arched your neck, inviting him to continue his path of open mouth kisses.
His hands worked with all speed to rid you of the tight-fitting dress with that deep cleavage that had been tempting him for the past hours. Roman eagerly pulled the dress to take it off her, too eagerly. It was a moment. You glanced alarmed by the sound of ripping to see the work of destruction. What used to be a fashionable dress in shades of gold just a moment ago had now an additional opening, revealing part of your back thigh. The torn fabric was hanging sadly, barely holding on to the rest of the used-to-be-dress.
Outraged, you glared at Roman. His eyes were lit up with sparks of excitement, not the reaction you wanted to see.
“Hey, I liked this dress!” you scolded him.
“I'll buy you a new one.”
“I don’t want a new one. You don’t respect anything.”
Roman brazenly pulled the fabric further, so that the cutout was now reaching from the waist down, exposing your entire side. He looked with satisfaction at the result of his work. A piece of naughty lingerie with straps wrapping tightly around your waist looked out from beneath the torn dress.
“I was hoping to unwrap my birthday gift.” he chuckled, his eyes lewdly sweeping over your body.
He grabbed your hips and placed you on the bed with one swift motion. Your back landed on a soft mattress while he positioned himself between your legs. Roman had no time for foreplay, he began to unbutton his pants and pulled out his hard penis a moment after.
“Someone’s eager.” you commented.
“Doll, I've been picturing myself fucking you the whole evening.”
“And ripping my dress?”
The predatory smile on his face confirmed it.
“You don't even know how many times.”
Roman rarely allowed himself to take off his mask, but it sometimes slipped. Like now, when simple human lust was taking control over him. Standing over you with his hair tangled and his shirt unbuttoned, Roman looked unearthly sexy. And horny. He was rubbing his penis to this enticing view in front of him, you laying on his bed barely dressed, his mind already picturing what he was going to do with you soon.
Your hand moved to your clit and began drawing circles around it with your fingers. You bit your lip anticipating with unveiling excitement.
Roman threw your leg over his shoulder and while holding you in place he inserted the head of his penis between the moist folds of your pussy. Although he tried to do it gently, there was a noticeable rush in his movements. You spread your legs wider to give him better access. You both moaned as he entered you fully, your pussy immediately tighting around him. A quiet curse escaped Roman's lips, he pressed his hips closer to yours, sinking deeper.
“That’s better…” he grunted.
He didn’t wait till you got used to his size, he started to thrust right away, brushing your wet, stimulated walls. Your hips clinged towards him to have him closer, the sudden intensity made your back arch. Roman’s hands were grasping and squeezing your breasts, waist, fingers digging into your flesh, they would probably leave marks. Your fingers at your clitoris started to draw the circles faster and harder, intensifying the build up pleasure. The upcoming wave of gratification has formed in your womb and started to spill across your whole body. The week of separation made you both starved and the finish line was approaching faster and faster.
Roman grabbed your face and turned it in his direction, forcing you to look at him.
“You like that, huh? You missed you?”
His rough voice was always making your heart skip a beat, you sighed softly.
“I did.”
“Good girl. Now tell me how much you like being fucked by me.”
You gasped, when his cock hit the right spot, making your answer stuck in your throat.
Roman changed the pace, his thrusts now began to be slower, but deeper. With each thrust, he robbed you of your breath, teasing with your orgasm. You did not remain indebted to him, you knew what was making him going.
“You’re the best I ever had. I love your cock.” you gasped.
Roman pressed you harder to the bed, sinking inside you as deep as possible. His face was expressing a predatory almost animalistic lust, eyes almost black, pinned at you. After a moment of impossibly long teasing, he resumed his fast pace, taking your breath away anew.
“Fuck…! Please, please don’t stop now…”
Driven by the desire you grabbed his shirt and ripped it off him throwing it somewhere to the side. Then you dug your nails into his back trying to last just a little longer. You were on the edge of fulfillment, everything around started to disappear.
“I’m gonna come…!” you gasped.
“You better fucking do.”
Roman's hand moved to your neck and wrapped around it. Not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel its firm pressure. That was the last piece that made you shatter, you sighed and arched your back one last time when the overpowering delight flooded your mind and body. The feeling of fulfillment wasn’t ending, as Roman was fucking you through your orgasm, giving you no respite. Your face froze in a silent scream, unable to cope with the pleasure. Roman sped up in an uncontrollable rhythm, entering you as deeply as he could.
“Fuck, doll…”
He bit his lip and after a moment he met his release, a hot shot of his cum filling you up. He stiffened letting his orgasm flood you to the last drop. Laying on your back you were breathing loudly, your heart beating faster, your pussy pulsating from spasms of indescribable pleasure. Roman slid out of you a moment after, teasing your swollen walls one last time and taking away the sweet feeling of being full. You spread yourself comfortably on the bed, Roman followed you laying down next to you.
It was this rare moment when Roman Sionis didn’t talk. A few loose strands of hair were stuck to his sweaty forehead, his face and neck were reddened from exertion. For a moment you two just breathed in silence, calming your breaths.
You turned toward him with a little smirk.
“Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, doll.” he tilted his head to the side, his breathing still labored.
“I actually have something for you.”
“Oh? I thought this was my gift.”
“I’m not that lazy.”
You rose from the bed and out of habit reached for Roman's shirt, putting it on. The silky material wrapped around your body in a familiar way. You walked over to your bag and carefully pulled out a small box, wrapped neatly in gold gift paper. It was tied with an elegant black ribbon in the middle. It could hold a watch or a bottle of perfume. Roman’s eyes flashed with a childlike excitement when he spotted his gift in your hand.
“This is for you, Mr Sionis. Happy birthday.” you handed him the package with a playful smile.
Sometimes you were forgetting that Roman was raised rich and that wealth and luxury were surrounding him his whole life. It was the little things he did, like he never looked at prices in shops or never cared if he forgot a wallet, because he always had cash on him. There was this one time when you stepped into a supermarket before heading to your place and your card wasn’t working. Roman had to pay for your emergency groceries, tampons, wine and chocolate ice-cream, and he gave the cashier a hundred dollar bill not sure if it was sufficient.
You sat down on bed next to Roman, watching him with growing excitement. He was unwrapping the paper not paying any attention to its aesthetic qualities or the precision with which it was packed. He dropped the rest of the paper on the floor and held a simple cardboard box in his hand. Without any hesitation he lifted up the lid and looked inside. As his gaze fell on the content of the box, his smile dimmed, partially covered by a shadow of surprise. Which quickly turned into confusion.
“What is it?” he asked and pulled a mysterious object from inside. He looked at the object from both sides. “You got me a mug?” He pronounced the last word as if it was a mistake or an unfunny joke. “I have plenty of mugs.”
Then he looked into the box again, as if his true gift was hiding there somewhere. But the cardboard board left no uncertainties that it wasn’t containing any rolex.
The mug was a joke, a hilarious one if you could add, and Roman's confusion was making it even funnier.
Roman was holding an ordinary white mug with one hand. At first glance, there was nothing special about it, just one of many that were sold in mass quantities in any gift shop. They all looked the same, a cheap souvenir decorated with a landscape printed in poor quality and kitschy inscription. The mug that Roman was holding in his hand was one of these mugs. It was white ceramics, surely of Chinese manufacture, it had a small picture of Gotham’s tower and a text of black letters in the middle. There was nothing special about it except that someone had written something on it with red nail polish, changing the last word.
“What does it say?” you asked, almost jumping in place.
“Gotham's biggest… dick?” Roman sent you a wry look and read it in his mind again. “Because I have a big dick?”
“Because you are a big dick.” You could not restrain yourself from a silly grin while delivering the punchline.
In your opinion, this joke and the word play were excellent and only someone completely devoid of a sense of humor would not appreciate it.
Someone like Roman.
“You got me a 5 dollar mug for my birthday?” he asked with a reproach, reserved for arrogant, spoiled rich men.
“Actually, it cost me 7 dollars in total, because I also bought nail polish.”
He stared at you for a long moment expecting you to finally enlighten him as to what his true gift was, that it was something extravagant and expensive. When that didn't happen, he let out a sign full of pity for you, most likely wondering why he was still hanging around with you.
“That's the worst birthday present I ever got.” He stated.
You feigned indignation and theatrically put your hand to your chest.
“Excuse me? This is art and art is priceless. And besides, the mug tells the truth.”
“It's cheapass garbage.”
“You're cheapass garbage! I've spent 10 minutes painting the letters, you know how hard it is to write with such a tiny brush?”
“Total waste of time. You could have given me a blowjob during these 10 minutes. That would be a better use for it.”
“I could have also told you to go fuck yourself.”
“Watch your mouth or Gotham's biggest dick will shut it.” The corner of his mouth unconsciously curved up.
“Ha! See, you already like it.”
Roman shook his head and put the mug down on the nightstand. He kept staring at the inscription.
“You got me a mug. I can’t believe it. I expected at least a watch or cologne. You owe me a proper birthday gift now.”
“What? What happened to I thought this was my gift? Besides you could at least pretend sometimes that you could be nice”
“That was before you told that you got me something. Now I expect to get something that I actually would like.”
You shook your head and signed.
“You’re spoiled as fuck.”
tags:
@daenerys-skywalker @supernatural-lover @vmenfangirl @creativelyquestioninglife @daithideolishmer18
thought it might be to your liking, no pressure, feel free to say if you aren't interested!
credits:
dividers: @cafekitsune / link to dividers
gif: @crucifiix / gif
