"We Aim to Please"
Title: "We Aim to Please"
Author: hola_meg_a_cola
Rating: NC-17
Sch-warning: Explicit sexual situations.
Genre: Romance
Setting: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just perverting Hiromu Arakawa's works.
Summary: [Roy/Riza/Jean] Smut.
Author's Notes: My first smut fic. Woot. A HUGE thanks to galuxkitty and rukusho for beta-ing. This one's for you girls.
Feedback: It's appreciated.
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“You want me to do what?”
Riza Hawkeye froze she pulled her night gown over her head, her mind trying to comprehend what she just heard. Her lover, Jean Havoc, sat on the bed shirtless in dark gray sweatpants, a nervous grin on his face as he scratched his head.
“You could get breast enhancements. Doctors in the East are able to transmute them there, and they’re so real-” Jean tried his best only to be interrupted by Riza, “Jean, I’m a C cup! I have been since I was sixteen!”
Jean looked down, twiddling his thumbs together. “Well,” he began, “you could be a D…” Riza glared; she thought her breast size was just fine! She straightened the thin, white material, the neckline borderline to her cleavage, and she placed her hands on her hips.
“I already have trouble finding tops that fit me now and you want me to get them larger?” She turned her head, “Roy, tell him my breast size is fine.”
Roy Mustang lay on the bed, wearing only a thin, white wife beater and silk black boxers, his hands behind his head. His opaque eyes glanced at Riza, her gown clinging to her bust line, and smirked. “I like them. Any bigger and I think she’d fall over.”
Jean groaned, twisting his mouth. He looked over at Riza and smiled. “Oh come on, Roy,” He drawled, “even though they are perfect, they could be even better…” And with that, he proceeded to grab her hand and pull her into his lap. She was ready to whack Havoc over the head when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her still. Riza’s hands grabbed at his arm, trying her best to loosen his grip.
However, Jean was strong, a fact she knew, and refused to give. His other hand began to gently caress her bosom, outlining the curve. Riza bit her bottom lip, mentally cursing the man’s excellent touch. Her nipples reacted as his fingers gently slid over them, knowing full well that her nightgown would not hide them. She no longer struggled to pull herself free; rather, her grip on his arm tightened.
Jean looked at Roy and smiled. “If they’re this nice now, imagine them after they’re enlarged…” He teased Roy in an inviting voice. Roy gazed hungrily at Riza’s bosom, his mouth slightly agape. Pulling himself up, he moved forward towards his lovers.
“I still think that they’re exquisite the way they are. However…” Roy leaned over towards Riza, seizing her smooth legs and pulling them onto the bed. He propped himself on his knees and set her legs in lap, his large hands softly stroking her warm skin. “I prefer legs.” His head dropped and ran his lips against the smoothness of her legs, leaving soft kisses behind.
Riza arched her head back, groaning in the back of her throat; she loved her men, yes indeed. She gasped as Jean kneaded her breast through that oh so thin white material and sensed his wicked grin. As much as she adored her lovers, she needed to teach them a lesson.
“The day I get my breasts enhanced,” She announced, pulling away from Jean’s grip and bringing her legs from Roy. Their expressions were priceless, like five year olds who had their favorite toys taken away. Riza left Havoc’s lap and sat on her knees between her men. “Is when you,” she looked towards Jean, hinted passion in her copper eyes, “get this enhanced,” Her hand slid back into his lap to find him very hard and slid it over his cock, stroking it painfully slow. His mouth gaped and his jaw quivered, his striking blue eyes disappearing behind his eyelids.
She pulled her hands away, Jean emitting a small sound from the new ‘absence’. Riza turned around, smiling faux innocence. “And you,” she leaned towards Roy, “work on this.” Her hand began traveling up Roy’s chest, her fingers contouring as they approached each muscle. He revelled in her warm touch through his cotton shirt as her hand reached his shoulder.
“So, until then,” Riza’s voiced chimed, pulling her hand back and setting it in her lap, “my breast size will remain the same.” Roy and Jean looked at each other, both at a loss of words; she had got the best of them… again. Riza smiled proudly; mission complete.
A pair of hands, whom she recognized as Roy’s, grappled her waist and pulled her towards him. Riza continued to smile as she rested her hands on his shoulders, but pulled her head away when he tried to kiss her. Hungry and frustrated, he looked over to Jean. “Say you’re sorry!” Roy pleaded, his hands tightening around Riza’s waist.
Jean gulped and froze for but a moment before he regained his senses and lunged forward, his arms settling under her bosom. His face dug into her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Much better,” She stated and complied with Roy’s original wish, her lips crushing against his. Their kiss quickly deepened before Roy’s tongue slipped between her lips, slick like velvet. Riza moaned into his mouth as she felt Jean’s hands slid up her nightgown, roughly rubbing her erect peaks. Havoc moved up her neckline until he reached her earlobe, nibbling gently.
Roy’s hands drifted down the sides of her frame until they reached her thigh, stroking them in soft circles. Riza tightened her grip on his shoulders as she attempted to straddle when he stopped her. She broke the kiss abruptly, confused. His fingers hooked onto white panties and tugged at them, slowly pulling them off. Tossing them aside, Roy continued where they had left off, straddling her legs around him.
Jean’s tongue traced the shell of her ear until he reached the top, placing his lips against the soft skin and sucked gently. Riza broke her kiss with Roy and groaned, her hand stroking Havoc’s jaw line. One hand left her breast and slinked its way to her bottom where his hand continued its caressing.
Roy took the opportunity to pursue the breasts that Jean so worshiped, dropping his head and pressing his mouth against her right nipple. His tongue brushed against the peak and he began sucking, evoking a moan from her. He slowed, his lips trekking up the breast before deciding on a spot and continued sucking, leaving a small bruise.
She gasped as Roy slipped two long fingers inside of her, moving too slow for her liking. “Quit teasing, boys; you know I hate it.” She managed to say before she groaned again at the feel of Roy’s fingers.
Jean’s lips left Riza’s ear and he looked at Roy. “Lube,” was all he said, his hand leaving her other breast and outstretched. Sliding his fingers out, Roy leaned back before Riza uttered,
“Wait…” They looked at her, not sure what thoughts were going through her head. She glanced at both of them for a moment before she smiled. “Kiss each other first.”
The men looked at each other and smiled wickedly. “Not a problem,” Roy growled as he leaned forward, still holding Riza, and locked his lips against Jean’s. Havoc deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and slowly massaged Roy’s tongue with his own. Riza leaned in to the men and traced the edges of their connected mouths with the tip of her tongue, leaving a moist outline. Their connection broke slightly as Riza joined in, moaning as their hot tongues attacked hers.
Satisfied, she pulled away. “Roy, get the lube.” He nodded quickly and leaned towards the end table, opening the drawer and searching through the contents while Riza pulled down the black boxers and gently rubbed his cock. Finally, Roy produced the bottle and handed it to Jean, who immediately began lubing her up. In record time, he finished, tossing the bottle to the floor and pulling down his sweatpants.
Roy pulled her nightgown to her breast line before he drove his cock into her, Riza moaning as she felt every inch delve in. She clawed at his back as Jean slide his own into her ass, his arms wrapped around her. Slowly, Roy began to thrust several times before Jean began his own. Riza moaned loudly as they paces became constant and even, quickening. She threw her head back as she moaned again, Jean groaning and nipping at the skin of her collar slightly. Roy licked the front of her neck, groaning under his breath.
“Enjoying yourself, darling?” He asked, panting as he continued pounding into her.
Jean grinned. “You know she is.” He growled and moaned as he pushed in, out, in, out…
Riza’s fingernails dug into Roy’s back, hissing, “Yes, yes, yes…”
Their paces increased, driving her wild. Faster, faster, faster, faster-
“Oh God!” She cried suddenly, finally coming, her nails leaving large scratch marks across Roy’s back. Roy stiffened, pouring inside of her as he felt Jean’s force halt, his mouth forming an “O”.
Riza wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced at her lovers, smiling. “You two spoil me,” she said, her breaths uneven. Roy smirked, lying onto the cool sheets on his side, placing Riza beside him. Jean followed as he laid his head on the pillow, remaining on her other side. Sluggishly, Riza leaned over and kissed Roy softly before tilting her head back and placing the same on Jean’s lips.
Roy smiled. “We aim to please.”
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Fin.
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Author: hola_meg_a_cola
Rating: NC-17
Sch-warning: Explicit sexual situations.
Genre: Romance
Setting: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just perverting Hiromu Arakawa's works.
Summary: [Roy/Riza/Jean] Smut.
Author's Notes: My first smut fic. Woot. A HUGE thanks to galuxkitty and rukusho for beta-ing. This one's for you girls.
Feedback: It's appreciated.
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“You want me to do what?”
Riza Hawkeye froze she pulled her night gown over her head, her mind trying to comprehend what she just heard. Her lover, Jean Havoc, sat on the bed shirtless in dark gray sweatpants, a nervous grin on his face as he scratched his head.
“You could get breast enhancements. Doctors in the East are able to transmute them there, and they’re so real-” Jean tried his best only to be interrupted by Riza, “Jean, I’m a C cup! I have been since I was sixteen!”
Jean looked down, twiddling his thumbs together. “Well,” he began, “you could be a D…” Riza glared; she thought her breast size was just fine! She straightened the thin, white material, the neckline borderline to her cleavage, and she placed her hands on her hips.
“I already have trouble finding tops that fit me now and you want me to get them larger?” She turned her head, “Roy, tell him my breast size is fine.”
Roy Mustang lay on the bed, wearing only a thin, white wife beater and silk black boxers, his hands behind his head. His opaque eyes glanced at Riza, her gown clinging to her bust line, and smirked. “I like them. Any bigger and I think she’d fall over.”
Jean groaned, twisting his mouth. He looked over at Riza and smiled. “Oh come on, Roy,” He drawled, “even though they are perfect, they could be even better…” And with that, he proceeded to grab her hand and pull her into his lap. She was ready to whack Havoc over the head when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her still. Riza’s hands grabbed at his arm, trying her best to loosen his grip.
However, Jean was strong, a fact she knew, and refused to give. His other hand began to gently caress her bosom, outlining the curve. Riza bit her bottom lip, mentally cursing the man’s excellent touch. Her nipples reacted as his fingers gently slid over them, knowing full well that her nightgown would not hide them. She no longer struggled to pull herself free; rather, her grip on his arm tightened.
Jean looked at Roy and smiled. “If they’re this nice now, imagine them after they’re enlarged…” He teased Roy in an inviting voice. Roy gazed hungrily at Riza’s bosom, his mouth slightly agape. Pulling himself up, he moved forward towards his lovers.
“I still think that they’re exquisite the way they are. However…” Roy leaned over towards Riza, seizing her smooth legs and pulling them onto the bed. He propped himself on his knees and set her legs in lap, his large hands softly stroking her warm skin. “I prefer legs.” His head dropped and ran his lips against the smoothness of her legs, leaving soft kisses behind.
Riza arched her head back, groaning in the back of her throat; she loved her men, yes indeed. She gasped as Jean kneaded her breast through that oh so thin white material and sensed his wicked grin. As much as she adored her lovers, she needed to teach them a lesson.
“The day I get my breasts enhanced,” She announced, pulling away from Jean’s grip and bringing her legs from Roy. Their expressions were priceless, like five year olds who had their favorite toys taken away. Riza left Havoc’s lap and sat on her knees between her men. “Is when you,” she looked towards Jean, hinted passion in her copper eyes, “get this enhanced,” Her hand slid back into his lap to find him very hard and slid it over his cock, stroking it painfully slow. His mouth gaped and his jaw quivered, his striking blue eyes disappearing behind his eyelids.
She pulled her hands away, Jean emitting a small sound from the new ‘absence’. Riza turned around, smiling faux innocence. “And you,” she leaned towards Roy, “work on this.” Her hand began traveling up Roy’s chest, her fingers contouring as they approached each muscle. He revelled in her warm touch through his cotton shirt as her hand reached his shoulder.
“So, until then,” Riza’s voiced chimed, pulling her hand back and setting it in her lap, “my breast size will remain the same.” Roy and Jean looked at each other, both at a loss of words; she had got the best of them… again. Riza smiled proudly; mission complete.
A pair of hands, whom she recognized as Roy’s, grappled her waist and pulled her towards him. Riza continued to smile as she rested her hands on his shoulders, but pulled her head away when he tried to kiss her. Hungry and frustrated, he looked over to Jean. “Say you’re sorry!” Roy pleaded, his hands tightening around Riza’s waist.
Jean gulped and froze for but a moment before he regained his senses and lunged forward, his arms settling under her bosom. His face dug into her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Much better,” She stated and complied with Roy’s original wish, her lips crushing against his. Their kiss quickly deepened before Roy’s tongue slipped between her lips, slick like velvet. Riza moaned into his mouth as she felt Jean’s hands slid up her nightgown, roughly rubbing her erect peaks. Havoc moved up her neckline until he reached her earlobe, nibbling gently.
Roy’s hands drifted down the sides of her frame until they reached her thigh, stroking them in soft circles. Riza tightened her grip on his shoulders as she attempted to straddle when he stopped her. She broke the kiss abruptly, confused. His fingers hooked onto white panties and tugged at them, slowly pulling them off. Tossing them aside, Roy continued where they had left off, straddling her legs around him.
Jean’s tongue traced the shell of her ear until he reached the top, placing his lips against the soft skin and sucked gently. Riza broke her kiss with Roy and groaned, her hand stroking Havoc’s jaw line. One hand left her breast and slinked its way to her bottom where his hand continued its caressing.
Roy took the opportunity to pursue the breasts that Jean so worshiped, dropping his head and pressing his mouth against her right nipple. His tongue brushed against the peak and he began sucking, evoking a moan from her. He slowed, his lips trekking up the breast before deciding on a spot and continued sucking, leaving a small bruise.
She gasped as Roy slipped two long fingers inside of her, moving too slow for her liking. “Quit teasing, boys; you know I hate it.” She managed to say before she groaned again at the feel of Roy’s fingers.
Jean’s lips left Riza’s ear and he looked at Roy. “Lube,” was all he said, his hand leaving her other breast and outstretched. Sliding his fingers out, Roy leaned back before Riza uttered,
“Wait…” They looked at her, not sure what thoughts were going through her head. She glanced at both of them for a moment before she smiled. “Kiss each other first.”
The men looked at each other and smiled wickedly. “Not a problem,” Roy growled as he leaned forward, still holding Riza, and locked his lips against Jean’s. Havoc deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and slowly massaged Roy’s tongue with his own. Riza leaned in to the men and traced the edges of their connected mouths with the tip of her tongue, leaving a moist outline. Their connection broke slightly as Riza joined in, moaning as their hot tongues attacked hers.
Satisfied, she pulled away. “Roy, get the lube.” He nodded quickly and leaned towards the end table, opening the drawer and searching through the contents while Riza pulled down the black boxers and gently rubbed his cock. Finally, Roy produced the bottle and handed it to Jean, who immediately began lubing her up. In record time, he finished, tossing the bottle to the floor and pulling down his sweatpants.
Roy pulled her nightgown to her breast line before he drove his cock into her, Riza moaning as she felt every inch delve in. She clawed at his back as Jean slide his own into her ass, his arms wrapped around her. Slowly, Roy began to thrust several times before Jean began his own. Riza moaned loudly as they paces became constant and even, quickening. She threw her head back as she moaned again, Jean groaning and nipping at the skin of her collar slightly. Roy licked the front of her neck, groaning under his breath.
“Enjoying yourself, darling?” He asked, panting as he continued pounding into her.
Jean grinned. “You know she is.” He growled and moaned as he pushed in, out, in, out…
Riza’s fingernails dug into Roy’s back, hissing, “Yes, yes, yes…”
Their paces increased, driving her wild. Faster, faster, faster, faster-
“Oh God!” She cried suddenly, finally coming, her nails leaving large scratch marks across Roy’s back. Roy stiffened, pouring inside of her as he felt Jean’s force halt, his mouth forming an “O”.
Riza wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced at her lovers, smiling. “You two spoil me,” she said, her breaths uneven. Roy smirked, lying onto the cool sheets on his side, placing Riza beside him. Jean followed as he laid his head on the pillow, remaining on her other side. Sluggishly, Riza leaned over and kissed Roy softly before tilting her head back and placing the same on Jean’s lips.
Roy smiled. “We aim to please.”
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Fin.
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