Let The Light In (Roman Roy x Black!OC)-COMPLETED

First Impression

Manhattan, New York

Your eyelids felt as if they weighed tons. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake and pay attention. The meeting seemed as if it had been going on for hours. Even though it had only been thirty minutes.

Your phone buzzed on the table and woke your brain up. You picked it up and looked at the message.

Roman: Bored?

You: Exhausted.

Roman: Did I tire you out last night?

You: You wish.

Roman: Come over tonight.

You: I can't. I have dinner with Ben's parents tonight.

Roman: Boooo 👎🏻

You: I have to go. It's my first time meeting them.

Roman: You've never met your fiancé's parents before?

You: They live in Korea.

Roman: That's unfortunate.

"Moira?"

"I'm sorry?"

"How do you feel about the game synopsis?"

"Oh. It's very...exciting. I think it'll really engage the players."

"Great! I think we're done for the day."

Everyone packed up their things and began to leave the room. Roman followed you back to your office and laughed.

"You have no idea what just happened, do you?"

"I heard something about a checkpoint and a motorcycle."

"I'll explain over lunch."

"What if I already have lunch plans?"

"I can guarantee you that it's not as fun as my plans."

"And what exactly are those plans?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out?"

You shut the door before lowering the curtains and walking over to him.

"If it's just gonna be you jerking off while I call you a little b*tch, then I'll pass for now."

"I intend on doing a little bit more than that."

You grabbed his tie and pulled his lips onto yours. His hands went to your waist and yours went to his belt buckle.

"What're you doing?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Uh...you don't have to."

"I want to."

"Um...okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

You kissed him again and unbuckled his belt. You got on your knees and slid down the zipper before pulling his pants down slightly.

"You okay?" You asked.

"Yeah. F*ck. Just keep going."

Your hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

"Moira, if you don't keep going I might literally lose my mind."

You took him into your mouth and looked up at him. He hand one hand on your cheek, and the other on the back of your head.