Studying? [Roman Godfrey x Reader Smut]
A/N: Finals are coming up! Here’s a little distraction for you all.
Warnings: Smut, sexting, masturbation, slight daddy kink, a little blood.
Your phone buzzes off in your pocket.
You try to ignore it, as studying is a painful priority right now– with a six class term load this semester, finals were officially going to be your cause of death if you didn’t dedicate yourself properly. Your phone buzzes again, and you let out a frustrated noise. You had told Peter you were busy studying all evening, so you knew it wouldn’t be him– he was actually respectful when you told him you were occupied with something. Unlike…
“Roman,” you groan, checking your phone. You love your boyfriend more than the world, but he’s a dickbag. An annoying, relentless, horny dickbag who has to have everything when he wants it.
What’re you up to?
You read the text, and sigh as you quickly type out a message.
Studying, like I told you a billion times yesterday
–Oh yeah. Forgot.
You feel yourself soften a little at the text. Maybe he just wanted to be sweet and ask how everything was going with you. Well, if that’s all–
Suddenly, another text buzzes in.
Can I come over?
You roll your eyes, and huff a little as you write back.
noo dipshit I’m s t u d y i n g
He writes back.
Why are you studying when we could be f u c k i n g?
Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh out loud at him. This is coming from the person who once asked the English teacher in high school if, “texting and facebook counted as studying, because put them together and it makes textbook!”
Fuck you Roman, you can’t come over. I’m gonna fail my exams if I procrastinate this shit any more
Fine. Leave me to waste away in my room, crying over the fact that I can’t get any pussy tonight
You giggle some more, clutching a pillow to your chest as you begin to write a snarky reply. Roman instead cuts you off with a black and white selfie of himself staring out his window, dramatically smoking and feigning crying.
Turned away by my own girlfriend
“Oh, please,” you mumble to yourself, grinning. Then, a thought strikes you. Pictures… hm.
You really should get this work done… but–
Okay fine. just bc I know your thirsty ass can’t last one night without me, here’s a little something to keep you going.
You bite your lip, and think of a position. You could pretty much drive him wild with anything, but you don’t wanna start off too strong. No, it was fun to edge him.
You spread out on your bed a little, and take off the sweatshirt you had on, leaving you in your thin camisole. Underneath, you weren’t wearing a bra, so you make sure you get an angle that captures your breast under the fabric just enough to entice him. Squeezing a hand there, you get yourself biting your lip in the photo as well, and send it to him.
A minute later, you get this message:
You smile, brushing your thumb against your nipple and pinching it a little. You knew you had him. Your smug attitude is shattered as you get a picture back, though– you look at your phone, revealing Roman shirtless, lying on his bed, with smoke pouring from his mouth down over his chest in thick rivulets. You swallow… he knows exactly how to turn you on.
“Okay,” you whisper, and flip your camera around, getting a shot of your hand just barely grazing your panties, thighs on either side of the frame, with your camisole riding up your stomach.
You get a picture back of his legs down the bed, boxers at the forefront and the evidence of his erection tenting them. He writes two texts to accompany.
I’m so hard for you
If I was there, wanna know what I’d do to you?
You write back.
Tell me baby.
You wait with baited breath, chest rising and falling in anticipation. Your pussy is just beginning to throb, hips wiggling a little on your bed to get a little friction. You won’t give yourself any until you have Roman’s intentions in front of you.
I’d watch you take your panties off, and bring your fingers down to tease yourself. I’d watch your face as you start to finger yourself, watch your pussy clench as you whisper my name, then I’d tie you up so you couldn’t touch
Then I’d part your thighs, watching you quiver for me underneath, and id finally give you what you needed, burying myself deep inside that hot, wet pussy while you moan my name, moaning all the dirty shit you want me to do to you
You clench your jaw, already working your bud with your fingers underneath your panties.
I’m so wet Roman omg fuck me
He writes back.
My little slut wants me, huh? you want me even deeper? you want me to bite your lip just like that as you ride my dick like a greedy whore?
“Oh god,” you murmur to yourself, dipping two fingers into yourself. It quickly turns to three fingers as he writes again.
You really want it, don’t you princess? you want my cum so bad
You swallow, curling your fingers and moaning loudly.
yeah oh god Roman please give it to mfdf
You don’t have the patience to correct your text mistake as you send your reply, anxious and desperate to hear the next thing he’d do.
Yea, that’s it. I know you wanna cum on daddy’s cock, but you’ve gotta wait
—Fuck for what? you write back, breath heaving.
I want another picture, princess. I wanna know just how my baby is touching herself
You breath in, trying to fumble with the camera. You send a quick shot of your trembling legs parted on the bed, then think of something. You reach down, and bite your forearm, drawing a little blood and smearing it by your lips and over your neck. You then take another selfie of your head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open in ecstasy at the mix of pain and tingling pleasure.
You wait for a second, then your phone starts ringing with a call. You answer.
“Fuck, I wanna hear it, (y/n),” he breathes, tone not at all similar to the domineering texts he was sending, “Fuck, I gotta hear you cum.”
You knew the blood would work.
“Roman,” you moan, the sound of his voice tipping you. He grunts softly as he strokes himself listening to you, wet slapping sounds coming over the line, and a low growl rips from his throat, effectively pushing you over the edge and making you cum hard. You arch off the bed, letting out a high-pitched squeal followed by a throaty groan, and you hear a gasp on the other line as Roman follows.
A few seconds pass, where you both just listen to each other breathe. Finally, he speaks up.
“You walked right into that one.”
You frown a little, then realize what he had done. He knew all along you were studying tonight, and by pretending to forget you told him and begging to come over anyway, he knew you would offer an alternative to sex.
“You’re such an asshole,” you mutter, and Roman laughs.
“Hey, you got off. I’m sure that was much more fun than… what, what are you doing? Reading George Orwell and shit?”
“Orwell’s not that bad,” you protest, “You should try reading sometime, you may actually pass an exam.”
“Yeah, fucking likely,” he laughs some more, and sighs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. I’m picking Peter up, and we’re gonna skip our first class to get high. You wanna come?”
“Sure, my first exam’s not until the evening,” you reply, still bitter you fell for that whole thing just now.
“I love you so much,” he says, and you smile, suddenly wishing he was here in your room, stroking your back and reading your study texts out loud in funny voices.
“See you tomorrow, baby. Love you too.”
You look over at the time, and see that it’s midnight already. Your eyes are beginning to droop, and… oh, fuck it. Who needs studying when you’ve got sexting with the hottest dumbass in Hemlock Grove?