Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Chexkmate Part 2- WARNING HAS BDSM

"Cool cloths," he murmurs. "And Tylenol."

I don't say anything, but both sound good right now. Of course, it's worse when he touches it.

Or better. Depending on the definition.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he declares, his hand going to my hip. "Is your pussy ready for me?"

"Yes," I whisper. If anything, I'm wetter now than I have been all night. "Yes, Sir."

The end of my word is choked off when I feel his engorged head glide between my sensitive lips. I'm still dripping from everything before, so there's no resistance when he sinks in.

All the way.

Instantly, I feel him against the back of my channel, his enormous, heavy cock spreading me painfully wide. I can barely breathe, I'm so full.

"Fuck, this tight pussy."

"Please," I beg, my pussy aching around his gigantic erection. "I want it."

"This?" He pulls out and drives back in slowly, his hot, turgid flesh dragging along the slick walls of my pussy, making my legs weak. "This is what you want?"

He slams back into me, holding my hips in place.

"Yes," I moan loudly at the headboard, my head flying back.

"This?" he repeats, withdrawing and powering back into me again. "You want my thick, throbbing cock to tear apart your tight, little pussy?"

"Yes, Sir," I howl. "Please. Fuck me harder!"

All at once, it's like he's some sort of animal. His control seems to slip as he starts pounding into me, his fingers digging into my hips. He thrusts in ruthlessly, grinding against me roughly each time, stripping my pussy raw, and yet somehow expertly driving me to the edge while he does it. Soon I'm keening again, unable to stop the noises as I reach the edge, teetering on the brink of my orgasm.

"Don't come until I say," he growls, as if he can read my mind. "I know you're close."

"Yes, Sir."

He moves faster, slamming into me harder, until he's rutting between my legs.

"Now," he groans, so low I almost miss it. "Come now!"

I start to tell him I can't, that I'm not far enough when his hand leaves my hip and slides between my legs. His thumb hits my clit, and I explode, coming all over his wild cock. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. The only noise is his labored breathing and the wet sound of his thrusts.

My arms give out and my head drops to the mattress, my ass still high in the air as he continues to hammer into me. I hear him grunt and pant before he drives in and clamps tight to my hip, his hand between my legs clutching at my quivering lips.

I feel him jerking inside of me, his huge cock throbbing as he comes. My pussy clenches at him, sending a powerful surge into my still-happening orgasm. A moan tears out of my throat, and I push my hips back against his groin. I can't stop coming. It feels like it will never end.

He continues to pump into me even after I can feel he's finished. I don't complain. I like how he feels inside of me. Eventually, he stops, pulling out of me and letting my hips fall flat onto the bed, my body still quaking from climax.

"Don't move," he commands gruffly, his rough voice the only evidence his orgasm affected him. "I'll be right back."

I couldn't move even if I wanted to, but I give him his desired, "Yes, Sir," all the same, even if my voice is weak.

I hear him go into the bathroom. The door is cracked, so after a flush, I listen to the familiar sound of rummaging through cabinets and a running tap. The door opens again, and he comes back to me and sits down on the edge of the sets a glass of water and a set of pills on the table with the lamp before he moves down closer to my hips. I notice he's put on some cotton sleep pants, not letting me get a glimpse of the beast that just destroyed me.

"This might sting," he murmurs.

My body jerks when the cold rag hits the feverish skin of my ass. I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed.

"Shh," he murmurs soothingly, stroking my spine. "I've got you."

He covers my whole bottom in wet cloths before moving up to my head. I watch him set a bowl of water on the nightstand before he picks up the glass and medicine.

"Here, sit up."

I lift up on my elbows and turn my head.

"I'll hold the glass. You drink."

I nod, accepting the pills and swallowing them quickly.

"Ibuprofen," he informs me. "It should help with the pain and, hopefully, the swelling."

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper.

"We're done playing, Riza. The session is over," he says softer. "You don't need to call me 'Sir' right now."

"Oh." I feel my face flush. "I…"

"It's all right," he assures me. "You'll learn. How do you feel?"

"I… I think my limbs have turned to jelly," I confess. "And I'm pretty sure I could sleep for a thousand years."

He lets out a short laugh and pushes my hair off my neck.

"I take it those are good things?"

"Yes," I whisper, suddenly unsure of what to do. If this isn't part of our "play" as he calls it, how do I react?

"Riza?"

I blink and start to panic. His eyes are too soft, looking at me like that. I… I have to get out of here.

"It's probably late," I change the subject, trying to sound casual at the same time I'm looking around for a clock. "I should get going."

"You can stay here," he answers gently, stroking my hair again. "I want to change out the wet towels on your ass every thirty minutes or so anyway. At least for the next few hours. After that you can choose."

The sound of his voice calms my nerves, and I feel some of the building tension ease out of me.

"I don't want to impose," I murmur.

"You're mine," he reminds me quietly. "Part of that is seeing to you after our play ends. If you want to leave, you may, but I'd rather you didn't."

"I…I can stay."

"Good." He nods, his fingers brushing over my jaw. "I'll bring you a sheet to cover up with. I don't think your ass will allow anything heavier."

"Where will you sleep?" I whisper.

"In one of my guest rooms. You can shout if you need me."

I nod and reach out for a pillow. He grabs it for me and tucks it under my cheek.

"Get some sleep, Riza."

Whether it's him ordering me to, or the complete exhaustion of my body, I don't know, but somehow, I'm asleep by the time his sentence ends.