The following scenario was requested by aVERYrandomwriter. Thank you for waiting so patiently! I know I'm very terrible with updates :(

 I know you said you wanted graphic details, so hopefully it's graphic enough for you! They have requested a female reader, so the reader will be female but I mean, you can still read it if you want if you don't own a vagina. 

[YC] - Your Crush, is going to be male because in this you are attracted to men because you're attracted to Roy, so yeah.

I hope y'all enjoy!  

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"Hey man, you sure you're cool with bein' the designated driver?" Derek asked. 

"Yeah, I'm good. I don't really drink anyway so it's cool...I just don't understand why you guys wanna go to the Electrodrome so bad…we should be gettin' all the sleep we can get for the tournament." 

"The tournament is why we have to go to the club. The female athletes are no doubt gonna be there and beach volleyball girls are where it's at! Well, more like volleyball girls in general but you've seen their bubble butts, you know what I mean!" 

"Yeah but just 'cause you go to the same club doesn't mean you'll get…..whateva it is you're lookin' for." Roy pointed out. 

"It's not like that. I've already started to holla at one of the chicks on one of the teams. I think she likes me, so if I play my cards right, that ass'll be mine." 

"Oh wow." You chimed in, somewhat surprised at the boldness of the statement. You were quietly sitting in the passenger seat of Roy's custom 1961 Buick Flamingo. You always loved going for drives in Roy's cars (and he had many) but in this particular custom vehicle, the passenger seat pivoted 180 degrees so that it faced the rear passenger seats, which is where Derek was currently sitting. The car's top was down and the breeze felt very nice. Not being able to see where the car was headed was a little bit thrilling as well. 

"Well, Roy, I guess he kinda has a point, there's this really hot guy I've been talking to and I heard he was going to be here tonight…." You trailed off, smiling shyly. 

"UGH, not you too [Y/N]! Are we all just going to this club to be horny mofos?" Roy asked. Nobody answered, just giggled quietly to themselves.

Roy sighed deeply, his stomach growling. "I just….wanted to stay home and relax and...eat some yakiniku...." 

"Don't worry bud, you can get something to eat when we get there. " Derek said, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

Suddenly, you began to hear music and you noticed bright lights flashing onto the back seat. 

"We're here!" You announced excitedly. 

"Yeah, and there's already a lotta people here. It might be hard'ta find a parkin' spot…." 

"There's one!" Derek exclaimed, pointing ahead at an empty spot.  

"Yeah...but it's kinda tight…" Roy trailed off, "I guess I'll try it….everyone, hold on tight."

Roy drove a little past the space before quickly backing into it with one smooth sweep. You felt a dull tingly feeling in your core. You didn't know if it was his impressive precise parking skills or the notion of fitting something so big into such a tight space so smoothly that somewhat turned you on. 

"Come on [Y/N], we're going in now." Roy said, interrupting your internal thoughts. You wondered how he and Derek had gotten out of the car so fast. After you finally got out of the car, Roy locked the car and shoved his hands back into his shorts.

When you entered the club, Derek paired up with the thicc girl he'd been referring to. You searched for [YC] but couldn't find him, he probably just hadn't arrived yet. Roy went to sit at one of the tables in the club and you joined him, as you didn't have much else to do. 

After he gave the waitress his order for an extra large fry, he asked, "Do you want anything [Y/N]?" 

"Eh….no, not really no…" You replied absentmindedly as you were too busy searching the crowd of club-goers. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah….I'm sure…."

"Are you sure you're sure? 'Cause when these fries get here, I don't want you stealin' any--" 

"Yes, Roy I'm sure!" You exclaimed a little harsher then you meant to. 

"Ok…" He said quietly, as if his feelings had been hurt. He handed the menu back to the waitress and then she left. Eventually she returned with the fries, and Roy began eating them. 

"What do you even like about this [YC] anyway?"

"Why? You jealous?" You retorted slyly. 

"What? No!" He denied in a tone that immediately told you he was jealous (he was 
never too good at lying), "I-It's just...we came all this way….and it can't be that he's one of the athletes in town and you want to get his autograph, because let's be honest, nobody cares about men's beach volleyball. And if it weren't for the thicc girls in bikinis, no one would care about women's beach volleyball either." 

You turned to him and poked his cheek."That's not true, you care about men's beach volleyball and I'm sure Derek does too." 

He gently brushed your hand away. "That doesn't count, we're the ones playing!" 

"Anyways, stop avoiding the question." 

"If you must know, they're [personality qualities you find attractive in a partner] and on top of that, they're totally hot. He's, like, the whole package." You responded enthusiastically. 

"Yeah, he definitely sounds like it I guess…." 

"No need to sound so depressed, I'd say you're a total catch too." You complimented him before snagging a few of his fries. 

"Hey!" 

"Total catches share their fries, Roy." 

"Don't even try n' pull that, those are mine!" 

"Okay! Please, can I just have, like, 4?" 

Roy exhaled deeply. "Sure, whateva." But then 4 turned into you just casually taking however many fries you wanted, whenever you wanted to. This was often how it went with you two. 

Then suddenly there he was: [YC]. He was looking as hot as ever as he walked into the club, his dreamy eyes searching the crowd, hopefully for you. 

"You want a napkin for that drool?" Roy commented spitefully when he caught you staring. You brushed him off, you didn't have time to deal with his malice.

"Hey could you watch my stuff for me?" 

"Eh, sure." 

"Thanks, you're such a good friend." You said quickly, slapping his bare thigh (as you'd done many times before) before leaving to greet [YC]. 

Roy sighed deeply. Suddenly, Derek returned, his clothes frazzled and a huge smile plastered on his dark face. Roy hadn't seen him since he'd caught sight of him grinding with his date on the dance floor, he'd remember thinking if they grinded any harder he'd get her pregnant. They'd disappeared after that, so Roy was, like, 100% they'd fucked. 

"Hey, where's [Y/N]?" He asked. 

"Trying to eat [YC] alive when I last saw 'er. They're probably bumpin' uglies now."

"...You're so jealous." 

"No, I'm not! Why does everyone keep sayin' that?!" 

"Because we know you, and you suck at pretending." Derek replied, swiping one of his best friend's fries. 

"You know, if you want to be with her, all you gotta do is communicate what you want. Be a little more...direct. Now that doesn't mean like outright rape or anythin' like that just….how do I put this...be more…. aggressive and passionate. I think girls like it when you show some kind of pent up desire for 'em, 'cause it makes 'em feel sexy. But, like, don't do that to random girls 'cause that'll scare 'em. I think you should try doin' it with [Y/N], but make sure consent is given." 

Roy ran his hands through his pink hair. "Alla that sounds a little complicated. It's easier for you to say all that, 'cause you've 'got game'." 

"You don't necessarily have to 'have game' to get the ladies. Just be yourself, and if all else fails, fake it till you make it I guess." Derek replied. 

"If you say so…."

"Just remember: Be aggressive! Be-e aggressive!" Derek chanted, causing his friend to smile and chuckle and loosen up. 

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When you finally came back to the car, Roy and Derek were chilling in there listening to "Those Magic Changes" by Sha Na Na, from the movie Grease. 

"When I didn't see you guys I thought you left me!" You exclaimed, relieved. 

"Nope, I just had a bit of a headache from all the loud music, so Derek and I came to sit in the car and….now he's catchin' some Z's. I put your stuff in your seat." He informed you and as you opened the passenger door. You plopped down into the seat before putting your stuff in your lap. 

"So...did you enjoy yourself?" Roy asked you while you were on the road. 

"Wouldn't you like to know~?" You retorted.

"What? I just….wanna know….do you want me to drop you off at your place?" He asked, changing the subject. 

"Nah," You yawned, "It's kinda far so I'll just spend the night at your guys' place, you can drive me home in the morning." 

Roy nodded. "M'kay, sounds like a plan." 

When the 3 of you arrived at Derek and Roy's place, Roy carried Derek bridal style from the car and into the house. He gently laid Derek down in his bed, careful not to wake him from his alcohol induced state. After that, Roy went to go take a shower. You showered in the guest bathroom, but then you were without any clean clothes to put on. 

While Roy was still in the bathroom you tiptoed into his bedroom to borrow some underwear from him. Sure, you needed a clean pair but you honestly….just wanted to. You chose randomly and pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs with a loud light green waistband with the word "Equipo" on it. You then put on one of Roy's white T- shirts that read "I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH with my own mouth softly because I like you" in red print. You'd gotten it for him sometime ago as a joke and you'd seen him wear it a few times but he wasn't wearing it now so it was free real estate. You decided to go braless, but you didn't think it was a huge deal. 

When you finished dressing, you went to go chill on the couch and watch some TV, wondering what kinda weird stuff would be on at that time of night. After a few minutes, Roy entered the living room. Well, it was more like he was just leaning in the doorway, possibly expecting you to say something but you didn't know what. 

He was not wearing his shades anymore and his wavy, pink hair now fell on his shoulders, slightly damp from his shower. He was wearing a black tank top with some black sweatpants with a waistband and red lines coming down the sides. You thought the tank top showed off his pecs and his muscular arms nicely (and if you could see, you'd probably think that the sweats made his butt look nice too), but you felt like that moment probably wasn't the best moment to give him a compliment. 

Unexpectedly, he made his way over to you and firmly pinned you down onto the couch.  He smelled very nice and manly, probably from the Old Spice stuff you saw in his bedroom. 

"What were you doing with [YC]? You still haven't told me." He hissed.

 "That's none of your concern, and maybe if you weren't so salty I would've invited you in on the action~, I have more than 1 hole you know--" 

"[Y/N], be serious!" He exclaimed, but you could tell that his cheeks flushed red. 

You sighed. "Why the heck do you even care?" 

"It's just….well...I worry about you...you shouldn't just hook up with random dudes you don't know well….it's not very safe…." He stuttered. 

"So...are you suggesting that I hookup with dudes I do know? Hmm….I'm in the mood, you know if anyone's available?" You asked, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. As you pulled him closer, you whispered, "Someone….oh I don't know….maybe tall...and shy and handsome…" 

You planted a quick, soft kiss on his lips. "....Maybe someone like you?" 

Roy didn't respond with meaningless words, but rather he brought your body closer to him and began to gently kiss your neck. As he began doing this, he (as gently and smoothly as he could!) switched positions so that he was sitting normally on the couch and you were sitting on his lap, your bodies inseparable.

He planted slow yet quick kisses on your warm skin. As he did so, you couldn't help but slightly tilt your head away, silently asking him to keep going and never stop. You began to writhe in his lap restlessly, but he held your cheek with his hand, keeping you from going too far. He kissed different parts of your neck, softly dragging his lips from one spot to the next. 

He then gave a spot on your eager neck a gentle, little bite. You let out a quiet moan, almost inaudible except for the sharp exhale.  

You pulled out of his grasp and began passionately kissing him on his soft lips. He moaned quietly, which only you made you want him more than you already did. 

The two of you pulled away gently to take a bit of a break. You sat there quietly, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing and the dull sound of some late night TV show in the background. You stayed like that for a while, your hearts beating as one as your chests were pressed against each other. 

You reached your hand underneath his tank top, feeling all the toned muscles on his stomach. He eventually took the tank top off, for he saw what you were trying to do and the foreplay was making him quite hot. As his strong hands began to explore the mysteries of what lay below your own shirt, you began blowing light bursts of air onto his nipples. 

He did not seem to object to your experiment, so you traced the outline of his nipple with your warm, wet tongue. He let out a low grunting sound, and you took it as a sign of approval. As you got busy sensually sucking and licking, his curious hands found their way down to your butt cheeks. They somewhat twitched in surprise, perhaps because for the first time, Roy had actually realized that you were wearing his underwear. You had hoped this wouldn't be a turn off for him, but he quickly resumed his journey. You felt his cold hands touch one of your ass cheeks, and sent a quick shiver up your spine. He gradually removed the underwear and gently fondled your cheeks, his hands gently caressing your ass crack.

You felt very close to him in that moment and the space between the two of you practically disappeared. Because he was pulling you so close, you felt like you were at a bit of a loss for when it came for what to do next. 

When you felt 1 or 2 of his fingers begin to touch your wet vagina from behind, you gently yet playfully pushed him away. "Hold on, take it slow, it's not a race." 

"Sorry…" He replied quietly. This was practically the 1st thing he'd said since you began foreplay. Even though you were aware that Roy wasn't a virgin, his inherent shyness seemed to bleed into every aspect of his life. You thought too much noise was a cringy, insincere turn off but no noise at all was a little worrying and unsettling. 

"How're you feeling?" You asked sincerely, looking into his eyes.

Your question took Roy slightly aback, as he had not expected it. "I'm feelin' peachy keen, jelly bean…" He replied, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his voice. 

You giggled at his [cringy/humorous] reply. As you looked at his face, you could still feel his hands on your lower back and backside and you very much liked them there. You liked the feeling of being held so close to him. It filled you with feelings of love and peace and as you stared at that hunky face of his, you felt like kissing him once more. 

You leaned in for a kiss and he did not refuse. The kisses were quick and brief but they slowly escalated to tongue action. You both moaned softly, his quiet, deep moans carrying the breathless sound of your name and turning you on even more. You could tell he was very into it by the way he forced your body closer to him. 

You reached your hand in the space between the two of you. You caressed his abdominals and tummy before reaching your hand down further and firmly grabbing his crotch. He inhaled sharply, and you could tell he really wanted you to attend to him there. 

You slowly pulled away sensually. He gave you a look of pure restlessness and wanting. You slid off of his lap and kneeled before him where he sat on the couch. 

"Take off your pants, Roy. I can't be the only one naked." You commanded. He did as you asked, and tossed them to the side. His boxer briefs were nothing special, just black with a white waistband. He had a big bulge (but this was hardly news to you) and his erect penis was poking out of the front horizontal seam of his underwear.  

You leaned forward and gripped his thunder thighs firmly. Abruptly, you leaned ever more forward, reached into his underwear and just went ahead and whipped his warm, hard member out. 

"That feels….much better." He commented. His dick was larger than you were expecting. The sight of the big, full bulge in his underwear turned you on even more, but you were a little afraid that you weren't turned on enough to handle alla that. You knew Roy liked it rough, but you weren't entirely sure if that applied to being the one on top as well...and you were a little uncertain to find out. 

Suddenly, he stood up off of the couch. "You think too much [Y/N]," He said as if he could read your perverted little mind. "We should be doin' less thinkin' n' more fuckin'." 

He forced you into your stomach on the floor, using a nearby pillow to prop-up your pelvis. He reached past you, his boner unintentionally (or possibly intentionally) caressing your butt crack as he quickly leaned forward. He picked up a small, circular metallic looking disk thingy from a pile of clothes. When you heard the ripping of packaging, you thought it safe to assume that it was a condom. You hadn't seen them in circular wrapping, though it made sense for condoms were circular, not rectangular. 

He quickly slipped the condom on before applying more lubricant to the outside of the condom. He pulled your (well more like his) boxer briefs down, exposing your swollen femenine assets. 

Unexpectedly, you felt his large fingers abruptly slid into your pussy causing you to let out a quiet moan as you had been waiting patiently for the penetration part to finally occur. He pushed his fingers in deeper and swirled them around a little bit, caressing the moist walls of your vagina. When you began to moan, he gently shushed you and told you to keep it down so you didn't wake up Derek or the neighbors.

Eventually, he removed his fingers, covered in your natural lubricant. It was a good indication that you were ready. You had to admit that you felt quite excited. You could just feel yourself pulsating and you wanted him inside you so bad you could hardly stand it anymore. 

"Roy, stop stalling and just put it in already--" 

"Quiet!" He commanded in a stern voice. Oh, so you wanna play that game now, Mr. Dominant, you thought to yourself slyly. 

Suddenly, you felt his giant glans kiss your clitoris. He slid the head against your eager slit, brushing your clit each time as he coated you with your own love nectar. 

"Put it in, just put in…." You moaned helplessly, despite his previous warning. 

He did this until his head was in front of your vaginal opening. He pushed it in further and as his bulbous head ever so slowly opened your lips, you already felt like you were going to climax. As he pushed further slowly, you heard him moan deeply as you moistened his sensitive head. He was driving you mad with wanting and anticipation. You had grabbed another pillow to moan into, so that you could let loose without Roy shushing you every 5 seconds. 

"Ah [Y/N], you're still so tight." He grunted, as he forced it in further. 

He forced himself in deeper and your toes curled as your walls stretched more than they'd ever stretched before to accommodate his large size. It was a bit painful, but you loved the pain. You could feel his member throb rhythmically inside you, as if it wanted your walls to stretch and stretch and it still wouldn't be enough. You could feel him from every angle and nook and cranny. You found it hard to resist the urge to just reach back and force him inside yourself. 

He finally stopped gently pushing when his thick glans kissed your cervix. 

"You like that, huh?" He asked you, and you hadn't expected his voice to sound so deep and sultry. You loved how his hands felt on your waist and the feeling of his raw, naked body so close to you. 

"I'm afraid to give you any compliments, 'cause I don't want you to throw them back in my face later." You admitted. 

"That's fine, you don't have to." He told you. He abruptly thrusted his hips, his balls slapping your clit on the way back causing you to let out an unintentional moan. "That is all the thanks I need." He whispered.

He thrusted in and out a few more times, varying the depth as his length unapologetically occupied your space. It felt amazing. You were in heaven and with every smooth, gentle thrust you couldn't help but moan and gasp into your pillow. 

"Faster, Roy, faster…" You urged. He complied, trying his best to get deeper and faster with every thrust. You couldn't help but arch your back in total ecstasy, which only created more opportunities for his cock to get deeper into you every time. You could feel his rock hard shaft throbbing inside you and it turned you on even more. 

And Roy felt it too. He'd told you to quiet down but with every few thrusts he let out deep, sensual moans. You didn't bother shushing him, for his unrestrained sounds of absolute pleasure were music to your own ears. As you got closer, you breathlessly moaned his name every time his giant member pressed against your G-spot. He felt your tingling vaginal walls begin to tighten around his hard shaft.

When you finally orgasmed, it felt like a wave crashed over you.  Your back arched and your toes curled while you moaned loudly, forgetting to cover your mouth so Roy put his hand over yours. As the wave subsided, you felt your vagina contract and retract over and over, giving you feelings of immense pleasure.  

As you relished in the "afterglow" feeling of euphoria, you felt Roy's body tremble as he finally shot his load into you. Perhaps he had been waiting for you to hurry up and finish so he could have his turn, but you weren't sorry at all. He pulled out of you and got up to dispose of the used condom. You were already starting to miss the feeling of his dick occupying you. 

"If it makes you feel any better," You began slowly, "I had a better time with you than I had with [YC]. He finished kinda quickly and the bathroom wasn't the most comfortable location…."

"Um, thanks, I guess…." He replied shyly from the kitchen. He honestly didn't really know what to say. 

"I kinda wanna go again, I can suck you off if you want~" You offered. 

"No thanks," He replied, though the blush on his cheeks told somewhat of a different story, "I'm kinda tired and I need time to recharge, I'll see ya in the mornin'." He replied before picking up his clothes and returning to his bedroom.

"Goodnight!" You called after him. 

You cleaned yourself up and put your borrowed clothes back on before getting a pillow and blanket out of the hall closet. You made yourself a makeshift bed on the couch. You'd slept very well that night, filled with the satisfying euphoric feeling of peace.