Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Let It Out-Pent Up Feelings Come To A Head

Riza's P.O.V.

It's been coming for over a week. This fight. It started with something trivial at work. I can't even remember it now, just that he brushed it aside, and that didn't sit well with me. Then there were other things. And...I got annoyed, so I might've retaliated a little.

Only, this time, I may have gone too far.

"The fuck was that, Lieutenant?" Roy drags me into the office and slams the door, pinning my back to it.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific, sir." I match his glare, our foreheads almost touching.

"I think you know damn well what I'm upset about," he rages. "And my patience has run out."

"Oh yeah?" I raise my eyebrows. "Well, I'm just about done with your bullshit, too."

His eyes widen, as if I surprised him somehow. Just as quickly, they narrow again.

"We're gonna have to find a way to work this out, Riza," he announces in a low tone. One that sends little shocks of pleasure straight into my panties.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

I hear the lock click at the same time his mouth lands on mine. Unlike previous kisses, this one isn't sweet. It's harsh and bruising. He pushes me harder against the door, his hips pressing tight against mine. My breasts are flush with his chest. So much I'm struggling to breathe.

One of his hands tears into my hair, destroying the carefully constructed hawk's tail. His fingernails dig into my scalp, making me gasp. His tongue attacks my mouth with the same ruthlessness as his lips.

But two can play at this game. I slide my tongue over his, thrusting it past his lips. He makes a low sound of surprise, and grabs my wrist with his free hand, pinning it above my head. I struggle against it, but I feel him grin against my mouth, one of his knees sliding between mine, and up.

I instantly shove a hand under his chin, forcing him back a little. Just enough to give me leverage. Unfortunately, any ground I gain, I lose immediately when he moves his hands to my chest and forces my jacket off.

I reach for his, trying to even the odds, but I fail.

"Too slow," he laughs darkly, sidestepping my reach, and grabbing my arm, turning me so my face is to the door.

He moves up behind me, pressing his hard body to my back. I can feel him through his pants, rigid against my ass.

"Are you wet, yet, Lieutenant?" he growls into my ear, at the same time slipping his hand under the hem of my shirt and forcing it up and off, throwing it aside.

"No," I lie defiantly, even as he unhooks my bra and yanks it away from me. "You'll have to do better than-ah!"

His hands assault my breasts, squeezing and kneading recklessly. He pinches at my nipples, making me cry out. From pleasure and pain. Each tug and roll from his fingers is a direct hit to my aching sex. Soon, my hips are moving on their own, rocking back against his groin.

"How about now?" he pipes up again, biting my earlobe. "Wet yet?"

I want to fight it. To protest. To scream.

But his his lips start sucking at the place where my shoulder meets my neck. Biting.

Oh God.

And his hands are-

I gasp as he drops my breasts and deftly undoes my pants, one hand going directly into my panties, while the other curls around my waist, holding me to him.