เผ elle is thinking about . . . riding romans biceps
เผ cw: sexual content, bicep riding, overstimulation, probably more
all you can seem to look at in this huge room is his arms. hes playing some random video game that you havent even cared enough to glace at. all you can pay attention to is the veins crawling up his arms, the way he tenses when the game challenges him, the way the muscle in his arm pops out each time he tenses.
you let a small groan to signal you needed him, much to your dismay, you got no response. his headset on and probably on the loudest setting.
you give up on subtle signals, you take your panties off before crawling out of bed in only an oversized tee to rest your forarms on the headrest, right above his head. he looks up at you.
you nod, before walking around the chair and climbing into his lap, him moving his chair away from under the desk to give you room to sprawl on him.
you kept up this undercover 'i just miss you & wanna spend time with you' act for a good 30 minutes, that was before you became uncomfortablely aware of his biceps flexing so closely. it was all you could focus on.
your straddling him, your head resting on his shoulder but facing away from him to look at his arms better. before you could even finish your thought about how badly you needed him, your hand was extending out to graze his upper bicep.
he didnt even notice at first untill you moved your head to be closer. your head now laying on his bicep.
he didnt say anything until he felt your breath on his upper bicep, and felt your teeth lightly graze the skin. "you want somethin' baby?" his voice breaks you out of your bicep riden trance. "jus' so pretty rom" he smiles, you dont see it but you can hear it when he speaks "what is? my arms?"
you sigh against his arm, you werent embarrassed. you wanted this.
"mhm" you manage to let out, its not that you were necessarily unable to speak, but the thoughts of you using him, his arm, were becoming unbearable.
"hmm what u wanna do about it?"
you dont respond for a beat. you actually werent sure how that would work, for now it was just a fantasy that clouded your train of thought for the past hour.
without speaking he ushers you up gently, letting you stand in front of him before putting his arm in between your legs and resting it on the table behind you.
you can barely stand, the skin on his bicep touching your bare heat inbetween your legs. his hand rested on the table behind you to keep his arm solid unable to move underneath you.
you dont move untill his hand reaches your hip, gripping the oversized shirt you had on, making it bunch up, and guiding your hips against his bicep. you throw your head back upon your slick meeting his large arms.
he quickens the pace, single handedly moving your hips against him. he watches contently, easing you to continue. "cmon baby, isnt this what you wanted?" he coos as he flexes his arm while pushing where your hip and stomach meet to put more pressure on his bicep.
you nod frantically before putting your hands on his left shoulder, the only one you could reach. "so so good rom, tis exactly what i wanted" you manage to mummer between quiet whimpers.
he smiles upon hearing this, he reaches underneath your shirt to guide you from your mid waist. he flexes, unflexes, repeat.
"youre doing so good baby" he coos, reaching up to push the hair out of your face with his other arm. "look so pretty while doing it too" he continues to praise you through it all. "so so pretty, using my arm"
that was what did it for you, you let out a high pitched whimper "im gonna-mm-cum"
"go on pretty, make a mess of my arm, please" he says while flexing his arm the last time, before you could even respond you were grasping at his shirt, moaning loudly, lathering him in your cum.
he continued to move your hips against him to ride your high, "mmm 'did so good pretty"
he moves his arm back to a regular position before looking down at it and bringing it to his mouth, licking up every inch of your juices his tounge could reach before looking back up at you
he looks at you like youre the most precious thing to exist before asking "need cleaned up angel?"
you, unable to speak, just look at him, still breathing uneven.
you watch him slide off his chair and onto his knees, barely having to move to be between your legs.
he urges you to sit on his desk, moving his keyboard and lifting your hips to sit on the edge. before his mouth makes his way underneath your shirt. he starts off kissing your thighs, then sucking up all of the excess juices that didnt end up on his arm.
he groans into your heat. you let out a moan "roman i-i cant take it" you say in a high pitched voice, overstimulated.
he brings his mouth to your view
you shake your head to say no
"cmon baby, sure you can" he continues "i promise to make you feel good, better than my arm did... okay?"
in your fucked out state of mind you slowly nod your head
he nods before putting his mouth back onto you, starting slow. the lack of stimulation made you throw your head back.
he begins to speed up as you put your legs on his shoulders. squeezing his head lightly. at this, he wraps his arms behind your legs. his forarms resting underneath your thighs, his hands gripping your waist.
his mouth working wonders at this point, you reach up to grip his hair, letting out the most ungodly noises, uncontrollably.
"ohmyyfuckk im gonna c-cum" you say gripping his hair even harder. he speeds up at this, mummering a "do it" softly into your cunt.
that was your breaking point.
with one final moan, you let all of your juices onto his face, he continues to ride out your high once agian.
after 'cleaning you up' he stands in between your legs, looking you in the eyes, placing his hands on either sides of your face before kissing your bridge.
"you okay?" he says after nuzzling his head into your neck, his hand reaching up to comb through your hair.
all you can manage to let out is a quiet "mhm"
he nods at that, knowing you like the back of his hand. picking you up bridal style, as gentle as possible. taking you to the bathroom and setting you on the toilet, just as gently he picked you up.
he begins running the water making sure its not too hot or not too warm.
after double checking that the water is the perfect temperature, he makes his way back to you, kneeling infront of you before sitting in between your legs on the floor, letting his head rest on your knee.
"i love you" he says before moving his head slightly to kiss your knee
เผ authors note : this is so bad omg (compliment fishing) omgg i wish people would praise my work in the cmmts (fishing) this is sooo bad holy shit im js gonna end it all :((
seriously tho, this was rushed but i have multiple works coming so hopefully this can hold a few over.. also im still working on my masterlist so theres no tags srry im navigating ok give a girl some time ok!!
this is also partly unfinished, i might revisit when i finish my other works but its unlikely, i think this is a somewhat acceptable ending, i def could have dragged it, might update it later who knows who knows omggggg
PROMISE im working on bsf!roman & your face's intro will be posted today!!!! promise this time
