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Riza Hawkeye groans as she wakes up with an agonizing, shocking pain shooting through her skull, her hands immediately flying to grasp at her head.
It is not the first time that she's felt like shit after a long night out, but she can tell by the time that she's fully sat up on her mattress that it will easily be the worst.
Still holding her aching head, she looks at her surroundings and lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of her bedroom; clean, warm, and familiar. Last time this happened, she woke up on Sheska's couch and about had a panic attack when she saw the other woman's boyfriend, Kain Fuery, making pancakes in the kitchen, so it's nice to not have to ask herself if she accidentally slept with one of her teammates- and more importantly, one of her good friend's long term boyfriends- in the midst of her drunkenness.
She should probably stop drinking and has been telling herself so for years. Most nights, Riza doesn't drink at all, but Rebecca Catalina is nothing if not a bad influence. The cycle always repeats itself; Rebecca, always the extrovert, is somehow able to drag Riza and Sheska out for a night on the town. Riza is always reluctant at first, but goes regardless, wanting to be a good friend- and then they end up in a bar, and Riza ends up drunk. Sometimes, Rebecca and Sheska will drink with her- sometimes, they stay sober and watch her get progressively more belligerent through the evening.
She thinks back to last night and cringes. She got drunk, Sheska got even more drunk, and Rebecca… Was pretty much just buzzed.
They certainly didn't beat around the bush, hitting the bar first and immediately diving into cocktails. It being a Friday, work at Eastern Command had been nothing less than exhausting and Riza had been determined to drink it away as a result. She's glad that she's off today, but as more memories start to come back, she gets a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach that's paired with the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her, even over the splitting hangover-induced migraine she's developed, you're forgetting something important.
She forces herself out of bed and pads into the kitchen, flinching at the slivers of sunlight that pour in through her blinds. The thought of eating or drinking anything right now makes her nauseous, but she knows she'll take the whole weekend to recover if she doesn't consume something. So, she fixes herself a glass of water and leans back against the kitchen counter while she sips on it.
That voice in the back of her mind persists, so she mentally runs through the events of yesterday in an attempt to remind herself of whatever the hell it is she's trying to remember.
First, she got up and went to work. Upon arriving, she immediately walked into Roy having a conniption at his desk over Major General Halcrow screwing him over- again. She's had feelings for Roy for years, but even the love she has for him doesn't make his temper any easier to deal with, and as odd as it is, when he gets into his stormier moods, she finds herself…
Thinking. They are thoughts that she'd never share aloud, but for some reason, seeing Roy frustrated- hearing the slight growl in his deep voice, seeing the way he's just a little more forceful with his surroundings, feeling the heat that radiates off of him- makes Riza wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of it in a more intimate setting. Maybe she'd finally make a move on him after all of these years, only to tease, and he'd get fed up enough with her brattiness to tie her up regardless of where they're at, pin her down, spank her, and-
Ah.
Her cheeks burn red as the things she thought about him doing to her throughout the workday come back to her. As she spent her time cleaning up the mess that Halcrow made, her thoughts kept drifting to those less than work-appropriate fantasies until the end of the work day. When she'd left, she had considered- for a split second- saying something, just to see how Roy would react. It would be a simple invitation, maybe to her place for dinner, something subtle to start with. Such a small, simple thing, but Riza had talked herself out of it for the sole reason that she already had plans with Rebecca and Sheska.
After that, she'd gone with the two of them to the bar, they'd drank, and Rebecca had- if Riza waking up in her bed is anything to go by- driven her home.
Yet, there's that echo behind every other thought Riza is having about yesterday; that echo that's telling her that she's still missing a piece of the puzzle somehow.
You're forgetting something important… You're forgetting something important…
You're forgetting something important about the colonel… Yesterday evening-
Oh.
Oh, no.
It's not the most vivid memory, but it's vivid enough for Riza to realize that it is, in fact, important.
They're in the bar, sat together in a booth. She's on the left side, while Rebecca is in the middle with Sheska on her right. The music is loud enough to drown out any noise they make, which is good, because Riza and Sheska are so many drinks in that they've forgotten how to utilize basic volume control in a public space.
"Truth," She drunkenly slurs, well aware that she should probably start trying to sober up with some water, but too stubborn to let Sheska of all people out drink her.
She takes another shot and chases it with the soda to her left, so drunk that she nearly drops the glass before shakily setting it down.
"Okay," Sheska responds, giggling as she drags out the 'ay' on the end of the word. She has her head rested on Rebecca's shoulder and looks close to passing out. "If… If you could sleep with anyone in the world, who would it be?"
If Riza were sober, she would lie, maybe list some celebrity that everyone else finds attractive. Safe, easy, and unlikely to get her made fun of.
But if Riza were sober, she never would've agreed to play a game as juvenile as truth or dare in the middle of a public space at all.
"Colonel Mustang," She sighs dramatically, throwing her head back a little too hard against the booth and screwing her eyes shut to try to keep from puking. "God, the things I'd let- hic!- him do to me. You know, I've al… always wondered what it'd be like if I had him all to myself-"
Oh, no.
With a gasp, she drops her water glass to the floor and rushes for the phone in the living room to call Rebecca. The water can be cleaned up later. The mess that she might've just gone and made with her drunken fantasy dump, however… May already be beyond salvaging. Rebecca Catalina is nothing if not a gossip, and while she can be trusted to keep a secret if you emphasize its importance, Riza highly doubts she was in the right state of mind to do that last night.
She stands by the wall that the receiver is hooked into and anxiously taps her bare foot on the ground as more and more memories of the things she said come back to her.
"I'd let him tie me up any way he wanted."
The phone rings… And rings… And rings, for so long that Riza thinks Rebecca might not answer.
"There's something about… His hands in those gloves. I'm not usually into spanking or… Choking or a-anything like that, but if it were him… I mean, is that wrong?"
Finally, the ringing stops, but the horrific, embarrassing flashbacks do not.
"Ugh… If I'm being honest, I've been wanting him to just have his way with me for years… I wish he'd get- hic!- the hint already…"
"Good morning! Rebecca Catalina speaking," Rebecca greets, chipper as always.
The pure volume makes Riza wince.
"Rebecca…"
"Hey, girl! How are you holding up?" Rebecca asks, and then before Riza can even respond to the excited greetings and questions- "Oh, my bad. I guess I should be more quiet, huh?"
"If you would," She grumbles. "I have one hell of a hangover. I'm never drinking again."
"That's what you always say," It's true, so Riza doesn't argue. Every time something like this happens, she vows to never drink again, only to end up in another bar with Rebecca and Sheska mere weeks later, equally as inebriated if not more so than the time prior. "Anyway, what'd you call for? Need me to bring you a raw egg and some hot sauce? Usually does the trick for me when I've had too much to drink."
Though the nausea was starting to subside, the mere thought of Rebecca's hangover cure makes Riza feel as if she might vomit all over again.
"Oh, hell no. That's disgusting," She sighs and begins to nervously shift where she stands. "I just… The things I said when I was drunk about…"
"Oh, yeah. You were pretty, uh… Open! More so than usual," Rebecca cackles- cackles!- as if she isn't the one responsible for this mess. Riza winces again and holds the phone slightly further from her ear than she normally would. It does nothing to help her escape the weight of her shame as she thinks about how she told her two friends every little thing that she's ever thought about Roy Mustang doing to her while under the influence. "I sure did learn a lot about you. You know, I never would've guessed that you were into-"
Colonel Roy Mustang? BDSM? Gloves and military uniforms? Out of everything she recalls saying last night, it could be any of it or even something else that she's forgetting in the midst of her hangover, but she doesn't want to know.
"Don't remind me," She interjects. "What we're going to do is pretend that none of it happened. If you try to bring it up to me, I will pretend that I have no idea what you're referring to."
"No idea that I'm referring to what?" Rebecca questions, and Riza blinks as she tries to process it, completely and utterly baffled.
Apparently, her hung over brain still hasn't fully caught up with the rest of her.
"Last night, you- Oh... You're doing a thing. Thanks."
"Haha, yeah. Don't worry, I promise I won't go behind your back and tell Mustang personally. It's not like me and him ever talk much. I doubt Sheska would say anything either," At that, Riza lets out a sigh of relief. With Rebecca and Sheska covered, and the bar being as loud as it was, there's a slim chance of Roy or anyone else who wasn't there ever finding out about what she said. "You sure you don't need anything, though?"
"Yes, I'm sure. All I'm dealing with is the headache and I at least have the rest of the weekend to recover… You should probably check on Sheska, though. I think she drank even more than you and I did combined."
"Oh, yeah, good point. I'll give her a call and let you know what she says. Love you, Riza!"
The words, even after many years of friendship, never fail to make Riza pause. She's never had anyone other than Rebecca that she can remember say them to her, let alone so easily, so she doesn't know how to respond other than to say it back and try not to sound awkward while doing so since she does love the other woman.
"Love you, too. Bye."
With that, Riza goes into the kitchen, cleans up the mess of water on the floor, and goes back to bed.
Most of Riza's weekend is spent recovering from her Friday night out with Rebecca and Sheska, but by the time she walks into work on Monday, she feels good as new. With her hair pinned back in its usual neat top knot, her uniform perfectly pressed, and a solid layer of makeup on her face to hide her exhaustion, there's no way that anyone at Eastern Command will have any idea about her Friday night antics or Saturday morning misery.
As she walks into the office and gets to work, there is still that voice in the back of her mind. This time, it's not telling her that she's forgotten something, but that she has reason to be nervous. There shouldn't be any way that Roy finds out about what happened or what was said. Rebecca and Sheska are both trustworthy. Worst case scenario, they told their boyfriends, but even Jean Havoc and Kain Fuery aren't the type to go and gossip with the colonel of all people.
So, it will be fine. Never mind the fact that, throughout the entire day, Roy's eyes never seem to leave her face and Havoc won't talk to her or even look her in the eye. She tells herself that she's just being paranoid and that with every day that passes after the bar incident, her anxiety will lessen, because nothing will come of it.
By the end of the work day, despite Roy not saying anything to indicate that he might have some idea about what happened, Riza finds herself anxious to escape the office and to escape him. She doesn't want to make him suspicious by acting differently, so she doesn't rush out as soon as the clock strikes five like the rest of their team tends to. That leaves them in the office alone with her finishing some spare paperwork and Roy sat at his desk reading a book, which is her first sign that something is wrong.
Normally, at this point, he starts nagging her to leave and go home to get some rest. Right now… He's silent, but she continues to tell herself that it has nothing to do with what happened on Friday night. Maybe he's still upset about the incident that happened with Halcrow, or just really engrossed in that book of his.
She stands, gathering her things and walking towards the door when-
“Lieutenant,” Roy starts, his tone casual, but Riza knows better as she turns to face him with what she hopes is well-feigned composure.
“Yes, colonel?”
“Why don’t you stay behind a moment?”
Roy has set his book down and is now looking at her with the most smug expression she's ever seen him wear, meaning exactly one thing.
He knows.
She was so close to escaping this, so close to getting away for the evening and getting away from Roy without ever having to talk about what happened at the bar the other night. She doesn't know how he found out, nor does she care. Maybe he was there and overheard it, being the drinker that he is. Maybe Rebecca went back on her word, though that's unlike her.
Or maybe, just maybe, Roy actually wants to talk about something else. That's right, Riza tells herself. This could be about something trivial, so why panic prematurely? She's only assuming that he found out about Friday because she's been paranoid about it all weekend. It's not as if he's given any true indication that he knows.
"If you don’t mind me asking, sir… Why?”
Roy tilts his head, a small, devilish smirk taking over his lips that is far more sexy than it should be. Then, he props his elbows on top of his desk, rests his chin in one gloved hand, and goes in for the final blow-
“If you must know, I think we’re due for a little discussion."
-and Riza knows that she's done for. Because he does know, after all.
“A discussion about…?”
“Friday night, of course," The moment he says the words, Riza feels something happening inside of her that’s so horrific she can’t even describe it. She’s not sure if all of the color has left her face or if she’s blushing bright red, her heart has dropped to the bottom of her chest so quickly that she’s nauseous, and she thinks she might pass out. Meanwhile, Roy is just sitting there looking at her with an unreadable smirk on his face. “I heard about your game of truth or dare at the bar."
“I-“ She stutters on the first syllable, unable to meet his gaze as she nervously fidgets where she stands by the door like an idiot. “I’m not sure I know what you’re referring to, sir…”
“Really now?” He raises an eyebrow, as if curious and actually considering the possibility that she might be telling the truth. Riza knows better. “Well, from what Havoc said, you were pretty drunk.”
Immediately, any idea she has of playing dumb is thrown out the window and quickly replaced by rage that simmers hot just beneath the surface of her skin. Havoc told him? She struggles to process the information, caught between shock and the urge to go put a bullet in each of Havoc's kneecaps.
“Well, Havoc wasn’t even there,” She hisses, but she quickly starts to put the pieces together- Rebecca told Havoc thinking that he’d be able to keep his mouth shut, probably before she talked to Riza the next morning, and Havoc immediately went and spilled to Roy because he's a goddamn idiot.
“He wasn’t there, no,” Roy admits, leaning back in his chair and pulling the fingers of his gloves off, one by one, before pulling both garments off of his hands and setting them flat on his desktop. “But his girlfriend sure was, and he is quite the talker when he's drunk- not too different from you, if what I heard is to be believed. Him and I grabbed a pint on Saturday. Funny how things get around, don’t you think?”
“It’s like you just told me, I was drunk. I understand that what I said was incredibly inappropriate, and I apologize,” She forces the words out and prays, really prays, that Roy will just write it off as a drunken mistake and drop the subject.
Of course, he does no such thing.
“So you do remember everything you said.”
“Unfortunately, yes,” She whispers. “I know that this is ridiculous to even ask of you, but… Please don’t tell anyone about this. I think I'd rather shoot myself now than deal with that. I promise that I’m humiliated enough as it is and don’t plan on drinking ever again.”
To her complete and utter horror, Roy stands from his desk and approaches her, standing so close that she can feel the heat radiating from his very being. She takes a step back and hits the door. Right when she starts considering an escape plan- reaching for the doorknob and praying he doesn't stop her, probably- he gently grasps her chin in one hand and tilts her head up to make her look at him. She's so unaccustomed to feeling his bare hands in any capacity, let alone on her face, that it knocks the very wind out of her lungs as his calloused thumb gently strokes the side of her jaw.
“I think I can keep that secret for you. Better than Catalina and Havoc did, at least. I know I’ve personally said things I regret while under the influence on more than one occasion,” He chuckles, and he's still just standing there with her chin held in his hand, not moving. The tension in the air is so thick now that Riza thinks she might choke on it if she breathes wrong. She tries to meet his eyes, but his gaze is shamelessly trained on her lips while he speaks. “Do you know the interesting part about that, though, lieutenant?”
Riza stops to consider the question, only to find that she has no real answer. She swallows her nerves down enough to ask-
“No. What would that be, sir?”
“I’ve only ever really regretted the things I’ve said when drunk because I’ve meant them,” He leans in further now, resting his forehead against hers. She reaches up on instinct to grab his collar, not to pull him closer, but to keep herself upright in the midst of the overwhelming heat running through her body. “So, tell me something. Did you mean any of what you said?”
“…What?” She blinks, dumbfounded. There's no way… There's no way that this is happening in the middle of Roy's office, right after their shift when there's still people walking down the hallway just outside of the door that he has her pushed against. There's no way that after all these years, he's found out about her feelings- her desires- like this, and rather than being disgusted, he's actually… Asking her about it? “You can not seriously be asking me that question right now-“
“Answer me. That's an order," Roy orders with a low growl in his voice that shoots straight to Riza's center. Her face burns red as she bites her lips and presses her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of this horrible, heated feeling that she's only really experienced when Roy is close to her like this. She supposes she should feel embarrassed of the fact that just his presence, just his voice, is doing this to her- and she is embarrassed just like she has been since she remembered all of the filth she spewed at the bar on Friday night- but she's so enraptured in Roy that she can't bring herself to try to move away or do anything else to stop it. "Did you mean what you said, lieutenant? Do you want me to fuck you? Or was everything you said just drunken nonsense?"
In the first act of mercy that Roy has offered since this started, he's giving Riza an out. She could either be honest, say yes, I meant it, and see what happens… Or she could say no, I was just drunk. It would be a lie and they would both be well aware of the fact, but it's an escape route that she could easily take. Arguably, it's an escape route that she should take. As much as she's fantasized about doing this with him, she has no idea what the longterm consequences will be, and yet…
She wants to tell him the truth.
“You're wanting me to answer this honestly?”
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
“I do want you to," She admits after a long moment, her head spinning. "I’m… Curious as to what it would be like. With you, specifically."
“And what exactly do you think it would be like, hm?" Roy questions. At this point, Riza is convinced that he's trying to kill her. He must be. He has to know the effect he has on her by now, or maybe he doesn't, just like she didn't know that he'd actually be so open to talking about this. "You can’t stand here and tell me you haven’t fantasized about it while sober. You have ideas, don’t you? Indulge me.”
“Why? It's not as if we're actually going to…” Riza trails off, unsure of how to phrase it. We're not actually going to be together? We're not actually going to have sex? We're not actually going to… Cross this line? With how long they've been dancing around each other, she never thought it would happen, let alone like this, in his office. He finally meets her gaze with a mischievous yet determined glint in his charcoal eyes that gives away his intent. He's not joking, and he wants this just as badly as she does. Why else would he have started this discussion? Riza feels like an idiot for not realizing sooner. “Are we?”
“The real question is, why leave you wondering what it could be like when I could just give you the real thing?” Roy asks- no, offers in between soft, feather light kisses that he leans in to press against Riza's neck. She threads her hands through his silky raven locks to keep him close as he continues. “Indulge me, and I’ll give you whatever you want. It’s that easy."
“In the middle of the office?" She gasps. "What if someone walks past and overhears this?”
“Whisper it to me, then," Roy murmurs and shifts up just enough for her to be close to his ear. "No one will hear you.”
For whatever reason, Riza gets the feeling that Roy will not give her whatever she wants if she falls silent now. So, even though talking dirty to Colonel Roy Mustang was the last thing she imagined she'd be spending her Monday evening, and even though this isn't the sort of thing that she'd do for anyone else, she tries her damnedest.
“I… Do want you to fuck me,” She whispers against the shell of his ear, embarrassed yet so turned on by this that she can feel her own pulse in her needy, throbbing clit.
"I'm going to need more than that, sweetheart," The pet name is something that she would find condescending if it came from anyone else, and maybe it still is. Still, it has her letting out the tiniest of moans. Roy, ever the sadistic jackass, seems to pick up on this and decides to make it worse by firmly shoving his knees between her legs and grinding his thigh up into her through her uniform pants, which has her moaning again. "Oh? You liked that, didn't you, sweetheart?"
"I can't believe you're doing this to me in the middle of your office, you cruel bastard," She hisses and buries her face in his neck in an attempt to muffle herself just slightly.
There's an echo of footsteps down the hall and Riza is again reminded of the fact that, while almost everyone has left for the work day, there are still some soldiers lingering in Eastern Command and even though they shouldn't come into Roy's office, they could very well hear this.
"You can't believe it?" Roy teases.
Almost as if he can read her mind, he reaches behind her and locks the office door.
"I suppose I actually can, but shouldn't we have this conversation somewhere else, sir?"
"Everyone's already on their way out, the door is locked, and you're doing a great job of keeping your voice down so far," Roy praises and pulls back to snap open the buttons on her uniform jacket. He licks his lips at the sight of her bare chest in her undershirt and slides his hands down so he can unbuckle her belt. "The walls are thick here, anyway. So go ahead and indulge me like I told you to while I get you naked. Tell me what you want, Riza."
Riza's head spins. She kicks her boots off, so damn shaky with excitement that she nearly falls in the process, but Roy catches her with his hands on her waist just in time to spin her around. She quickly finds herself with her front against the wooden material of the door and the solid warmth of Roy's body keeping her there. He yanks her shirt off and pulls her pants and panties down in the blink of an eye, leaving her in nothing but her socks and an old sports bra that she wore because she was absolutely not planning on this today.
"I want you to tie me up," She squeaks and screws her eyes shut when two of his thick, long fingers suddenly find her center. Because he is a tease and a bastard, he doesn't push them into her immediately, instead dragging his calloused fingertips around her entrance to collect the small bit of arousal that's gathered there before sliding them up to her clit. He circles the bundle of nerves at a slow, torturous pace that has her breath catching in her throat and her cunt desperately clenching down on nothing. "Please."
"I know that's not all you want," He rasps, and she realizes then that he's pulled his pants down to his thighs to take his cock out. It brushes against her bare backside, thick and warm and hard like a reminder of what she has yet to have. He is at least kind enough to finally slide his fingers into her, slowly stretching her with skilled movements, but it's not enough- not after how long she's been wanting this- and Roy knows it. "Tell me everything. What else is there, baby?"
Baby. Just like sweetheart, it's the kind of nickname that Riza would scoff at if it came from any other man, but when it's said to her in Roy's sultry voice with his digits fucking in and out of her needy cunt, she can't help how she melts instantaneously. She thanks whatever god may be out there for the fact that she's between him and the door, otherwise she might've fallen over by now.
"I like it when you call me names like that, as embarrassing as it is for me to admit," Riza pants, rocking her hips back against Roy's in an attempt to get more. "But I think I'd like it even better if you spanked me and called me more… Degrading things."
"Such as?"
"I'm not sure how much I appreciate you trying to get me to say this filth out loud," She grumbles and rests her forearms on the door to steady herself as Roy, right when she thinks she might feel the start of an orgasm starting to build deep in her core, pulls his fingers out of her with an embarrassingly wet noise. "I know you're just trying to embarrass me."
"Maybe I am trying to embarrass you. Maybe I think you deserve it," He challenges and brings his arousal-soaked fingers to Riza's lips. She obediently opens her mouth without question and allows him to push them in, where she licks them clean and lets out a soft moan at the salty-sweet flavor of her slick mixed with the taste of his skin. When she swallows, he slides his fingers out with a chuckle and uses the trace amounts of spit to reach down and stroke his cock between them. "You filthy little slut."
"Colonel," She moans again, still careful to be quiet, but struggling when she feels the thick and rigid head of his length pressed to her entrance from behind. "Are you really going to…?"
He pauses, tantalizingly close to being inside of her. She could push her hips back in a moment and have him exactly where she wants him, but she forces herself to show just enough restraint to stay frozen in place.
"Do you still want to?"
"Yes," She nods and bites her lip. "Yes, please."
Roy, seemingly just as wanton as she is, needs no further convincing. He pushes forward with a teasingly slow roll of his hips and fills her with his thick cock inch by inch. Thinking about this all day and having him work her open with his fingers beforehand certainly helped, but she still finds it to be a burning stretch that has her gasping and wiggling her hips against his to adjust. When he's fully seated inside of her, he lets out a low groan and moves her hair out of the way to press a kiss against the back of her neck.
"There we are. Good girl," He whispers. "Such a good little cockslut, aren't you? I never would've known, but I swear it's like you were made to take me."
"Colonel," She mutters in equal parts pleasure and disbelief. Less than an hour ago, she was sitting at her desk doing paperwork, and now… She's in nothing but her socks while Roy Mustang stands behind her, fully clothed and slowly starting to fuck her against the entryway door of his office. "Could you imagine if someone walked in right now?"
"That won't happen. Hardly anyone's here and the door's locked," He laughs, somewhat breathless. "But you do seem to be fixated on that slim possibility, don't you? Is that what you want, Riza? Do you want someone to walk in and see you like this that badly?"
Her logical brain says no. There's not a single scenario she can imagine where it would be okay for anyone to know about their personal connection, let alone about them doing this at their job. More importantly, she knows that she would never let any other than him see her in this state.
Her desperate, lustful brain, however, says yes, yes, please, that's exactly what I want, because the idea of her being Roy's and Roy's only, and the idea of everyone being aware of the fact, is really more alluring than it should be.
"I…"
"So shy now," Roy condescends, but she can't bring herself to care when he's doing everything she's ever wanted him to. He pauses for just long enough to unhook her bra, which doesn't surprise her since he already has her otherwise fully undressed. What does surprise her is how he suddenly, effortlessly grasps her wrists in one hand, pins them against the door above her head, and skillfully uses the back like a tie to bind her wrists together. The cups act like a cushion for her hands as she leans into him and rocks her hips against his. He just lets her fuck herself on his cock and takes advantage to explore her body with his hands, slow and teasing. Finally, he trails one hand between her legs to toy with her swollen clit and uses the other to squeeze her breasts, alternating between the two. "It's funny, given you were in a public space just a few days ago talking about how you'd want me to spank and choke you if you got me all to yourself."
"Why- if you already knew everything, w-why would you make me say all of those things?" Riza gasps, squirming where she stands. "W-Wait, Havoc told you details? I am going to kill him-"
"Ah-ah, Riza," Roy scolds. His hand leaves her chest, which has her whining until he uses it to firmly smack her ass once, twice, three times. The noise is definitely loud enough for someone to have heard if they were close to the office, but she prays that they'll assume it was something falling rather than… What it actually is. She can't bring herself to really care as much as she should, anyway, so pent up after so long spent wanting this that she's already tumbling towards the edge. The scalding, repetitive sting of Roy's palm firmly making impact with her ass does nothing but muddle her brain even further as she trembles and leans into it. "I think you need to learn a little appreciation. If it hadn't been for our friends in this situation, I might not have ever found out about this side of you. Or are you complaining?"
"No- no, of course not, sir," She answers in fear of him stopping.
"That's what I thought. You're enjoying this too much to complain, aren't you?" Roy demands. Riza can't even form a coherent response anymore, so she doesn't try to do so, instead answering with a nod and practically throwing herself back into him at an increasingly desperate pace. It's sloppy with her having hardly any leverage- pinned to the door, wrists somehow tied up with her own goddamn bra- yet Roy has no complaints and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to her scarred back in thanks. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck yourself on my cock like the cum hungry slut that you are. You want me to cum inside, don't you, sweetheart?"
The mere thought of it has Riza biting her own arm to stifle a cry and letting out a muffled, breathy little-
"Yes…!"
"I know. I want that, too," Roy growls. Riza turns into a useless puddle against the door, unable to focus on anything other than breathing as her body gets so goddamn tight that she thinks she might actually explode with the force of the pleasure that's coursing through her. His fingers circling her clit are far more addictive than he should be, and he's started pounding into her from behind, whispering pure filth in her ear all the while. "I can't wait to see you dripping with my cum- can't wait to walk out of here side by side and see how red your face is from knowing what we just did- wanna make you cum so hard that you can't sit right for the rest of the fucking week. Do you think they'll put it together? We could leave a stain on the carpet, or take this bra from your hands and drop it under one of the desks- some stupid little thing for one of them to notice and really think about."
The idea of their teammates somehow realizing what they've done is more enticing than it should be. It proves to be one of many things that Riza has realized she enjoys tonight, but she's not going to question it when Roy Mustang is behind her fucking her so hard and deep that she sees stars behind her eyelids. She goes to move her hands to steady herself, but they're bound so well that all she can do is sit there and take it.
"Oh, god, sir…!" She cries at the softest volume she can manage. "I'm gonna-"
"Not without permission, you aren't," He firmly interjects. "If you know what's good for you, Riza, you'll beg for it."
Begging isn't something she's accustomed to in bed. Then again, she's not going to tell him no when she's so close to falling apart that she can taste it.
So, she begs.
"Please, colonel, please let me cum... Please, please-!"
"So good at following orders, aren't you?" Roy asks, and she nods, because she thinks she'd do just about anything right now if he told her to. Then, he gives her permission. "Good girl. Go ahead and show me how pretty you can look falling apart on my cock."
"Yes, sir-!"
And she does. Almost immediately, Riza buries her face in her arm and comes completely undone with a sob. Roy holds her up against the door and fucks her through it with his fingers still circling her clit until tears of overstimulation start to prick at the corners of her honey-hued eyes. Right when she thinks she can't take anymore and opens her mouth to say so, his hips start to stutter. She turns her head just enough to kiss him and that's what makes him finally cum, flooding her with his warmth the second their mouths touch.
Even as his length begins to soften inside her, he doesn't stop sliding his lips against hers for a long moment, though he does pull away to breathe.
"Fuck, I feel like I'm forgetting something important. Something important… About you, that I meant to tell you at the start of this," He rasps, resting his forehead against hers. His charcoal eyes flutter open so he can admire her face- and almost as if looking at her like this is what reminds him of whatever he's forgetting- recognition flashes across his expression. "That's right. I probably should've said it before the sex, but I love you- and I'm a goddamn idiot for not saying it earlier... Sorry."
At that, all Riza can do is laugh and say-
"I love you, too."