#would you guys believe me if i said that as i was drawing sion's face i began combusting. it's all i could have dreamed of 🫡

[shadouko]

reunion

[stardancerluv]

Creative Fervor

Part 2

Summary: You are a furniture designer in Gotham, you make one of a kind pieces. You get wrongly kidnapped by Roman Sione. What will be do when he discovers the mistake.

Warning: Alot of smut with Roman Sionis and the reader! Then some fluff...follow by Roman...being Roman.

“Y/N,” He said in a quiet voice. “I don’t let many in here.” He put his hands on either side of you. “When I saw you sitting there, I needed to take you somewhere I could look at you with no interruptions.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You were becoming breathless.” He was so close, his cologne tickled your nose.

He grabbed you throat with one of his gloved hands pulling you closer as he spoke. “Just relax, I am enjoying very much the sight of you.”

His hand drifted back down to your thighs. Your could not think, you tried to get a grasp on what was happening to you, how you were feeling. Was it wrong that sitting here like this reminded you of some of the fantasies you had of him, years ago.

Focused, logical, that was who you were. You had been deliriously happy with what happened at the bank, then your world was turned upside down when you saw the vandalism done to your studio.

Fear consumed you, when a group of men kidnapped you. When blindfold was lifted, your eyes landed on most notorious and violent killer in all of Gotham. Why had Batman or Commissioner Gordon not locked him up and threw away the key, puzzled you. He had been right in front of you, then Roman a man who had a quick hard crush on sent him away.

Here Romas was before you, and even though over the last few years you had heard of his reputation, a of knot of desire deep inside of you formed. You were literally were aching to feel his touch. There was just something about him, that you were still very attracted to.

His finger tips grazed your exposed thighs. “You have such smooth skin.”

“Roman,” You squirmed where you sat.

“Yes?��� The skirt of your dress was already hitched up. Though with the way, he was touching you it moved higher still, this was almost too much for you to take.

“Roman,” you practically moaned, biting your bottom lip.

“Yes?” He looked at you. “Try and not squirm baby.” He steadied you grabbing your hips and stilling you.

“You are making it hard for me to sit still.” You finally admitted.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Am I?” He grabbed the strings that kept your dress in place. “I could make it harder.”

You squeezed your lips together and then exhaled slowly. “I realize that.” You were flushed with lust, you were truly breathless.

“Should I make it harder?”

You had never felt desire so fervently before. You were aching in pain for release, you could taste it. “Roman, I...I...”

He pulled the strings, the fabric went slack but still covered you. “You took too long to answer me.” You inhaled as he began to open the dress. “When I want something I can become very impatient.”

You nodded. “I have heard that.” A cool air hit you body, it was a small relief.

He nodded his head an appreciation as he saw more of you. “I am happy that you are aware.” His gloved hands traveled over your breasts were cupped by the red lacy bra which matched the panties.

His gloved hands, easily moved down to your H thighs which he caressed again. Very easily then he pulled you closer to him. That’s when you finally felt how aroused he was, made you inhale sharply.

“Yes, baby?”

Finally, you decided to touch him. You undid the button they held his suit jacket closed, then you let your hand hand drift up his torso. He closed his eyes as you did. He felt so warm, you liked what you could feel under his black shirt. These were moves, you had imagined for so long. How your hands did’t shake amazed you. Moving your hands up his throat, little you spoke against his lips.

“I need you.” Moving like he did earlier grazing his cheek with your own, you whispered in his ear. “Make me yours, Roman.” You pulled back and looked at him. How you were that brazen was beyond you. Perhaps, it just finally had to be said, after all this up time. You finally said what you had wanted to for so long you were not sure but you were glad you did.

He licked his bottom lip. “I would like that.” He stepped back in a smooth move and managed reach out and grabbed your panties, you moved helping him then soon then fell down to the floor once they reached your calves.

With an arm he circled your waist and pulled you closer to the edge of his desk. His zipper made a loud metallic sound as he lowered it.

Reaching in he took himself out with a sigh. When your eyes, came upon it they widened and happily you licked your lips. You moved as close as you could.

He teased you, as he rubbed against your opening. You had grown so wet there was no resistance. “You are mine now.” Then he entered you. You let out a loud moan. No longer could you keep in how you were feeling. He thrust easily in and out of you.

“Damn, you feel as good as you look.” He managed to say, after he had moaned himself.

He reached up, and freed your breasts from the bra. As he continued to move in and out of you, he bent down and licked pulled on your nipples with his lips, almost instantly they were erect with the touch, causing more pleasure to shoot through you. You wrapped an arm around him, you had to have something to hold onto. You let your other hand drift up, you need to feel his hair, feel if those stands were as soft as they looked.

He looked up then through some of strands that fell over his eyes, and he came up and crushed his lips into you. Your tongues met like you had when you danced only now they moved with the passion that matched the rest of your bodies’s movements. He tasted so good, masculine and like a storm. You could get used to that taste.

You broke the kiss, throwing your head back moaning. You were drawing so close to cumming.

“Roman,” you managed to moan.

He met your eyes, “Not yet.” He slowed his pace a little making you whimper. He smiled, possessively. “You want to cum because of my cock?”

Your eyes locked, you nodded. “Yes.” You moaned continuing to whimper since you could still feel the ache of desire and pleasure he was causing in you. “Make me cum, Roman.” Just saying his name heightened your desire.

“That’s what I want to hear.” He kissed you roughly then he let his gloved hands drag over you before settling on your hips as he stood straighter as he began to thrust harder and faster again. You grasped the edges of his desk, your head tossing from side to side with passion.

“Roman,” you finally called out arching your back, before collapsing as you came hard. You looked at him with dazed eyes.

He held you closer as he moved closer to cumming himself. Then, he moved so he hung over you. “Now, you’re the one making me cum.”

You pulled him close for a kiss. You needed to taste him again. The kiss was impassioned, loving it then you felt him tremble. Then he thrust in you hard and he called out your name. He collapsed on top of you. Breathing hard, he brought himself up on one elbow and looked at you. Nervously, you tucked some hair out of your face.

“Don’t.” He whispered. He put your hair back into place. “You look amazing.”

He stood up, looking at you smiling. Then he pulled himself out and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked around. He grabbed you and pulled you off his desk. Your knees were weak but he held you to him.

He pointed to a pile of pillows, “lay with me there.” You pulled up your bra straps up but let the dress fall to the gown. You watched as he laid down, his arms outstretched. You went and curled up to one of his sides. He caressed your hip.

“Do you wear stockings?”

You were a jumble with your heart still racing. “I, I do. But when I saw that I had quite the mess on my hands after someone trashed my studio, I ripped them off.”

“I would have liked to watch that.” Then his brow knitted. “What happened to your studio?”

“My fabrics were a mess and competition spray painted their logo on my walls.”

“Show me.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. Let’s go!”

You got up and wrapped your dress around your body, and you quickly retrieved your panties.

“I’ll hold onto those.” He gestured for you to give them to him.

You handed them to him. With the tone his voice had, you were not about to disobey him.

He tucked them into his pants pocket and ran a hand through his hair.

“Did you have shoes?” When he realized your feet were bare.

“When...umm he grabbed me...”

“Zsasz?”

“Yes him, he didn’t give me a chance to grab any.”

He nodded and then shook his head. “We would have already been punishing them if he had kidnapped the right person.”

You nodded. “Maybe that mistake worked out for the best.” You honestly couldn’t believe what you had just said. Did you really mean that? What had gotten into you.

He smiled. “Maybe. Well, let’s get back there and you can show me.”

He opened the door for you.

“Stop washing the fucking car.” He barked to Zsasz. “We have to see what those assholes did to her studio!”

Zass, rubbed his hands on his pants and quickly ran around and opened the door.

Roman, let you climb in first. “I want to have these guys caught by tonight.” He said to Zsasz, before the door closed.

Then he climbed in beside you, “They are going to regret what they did to you.”

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