Megamind/Roxanne, M rating, pre-movie AU

Roxanne slips away from the mayor’s birthday gala to search for a piece of evidence that will break the story of governmental corruption in Metro City wide open. Unbeknownst to Roxanne, however, Megamind is at the party, too. And the city’s supervillain wants the same thing as the city’s nosiest reporter…

AO3 | FFN

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The security guard’s words cut off with a noise that sounded very like ‘ulp’.

For about six seconds, the three of them stood there in a tableau, nobody moving.

Six seconds; not a long amount of time, but long enough for Roxanne’s mind to fully realize what this must look like—her pressed back against the desk with Megamind bending over her and her lipstick on his collar—long enough for her to calculate the likelihood of anyone believing this wasn’t what it looked like and come up with exactly zero.

“I’ll tell you what,” Roxanne said, breaking the silence.

The security guard jumped. Megamind’s body jerked slightly against hers.

“You leave right now,” she said to the guard, “and never mention this to anyone—”

The guard opened his mouth to protest.

“—and I won’t let Megamind chop you up into tiny pieces and feed you to the alligators.” Roxanne said. “Doesn’t that sound like a really fantastic deal?”

Megamind’s hands twitched against her, but Roxanne didn’t look at him, kept looking at the security guard.

“Or perhaps not tiny pieces,” she went on in a thoughtful tone, “live prey is so much more fun for them. Enrichment, you know—it’s terribly important to make sure animals in captivity don’t become bored.”

The guard swallowed visibly.

“You’re thinking that Metro Man is downstairs,” Roxanne said, mind working swiftly, “you’re thinking that he’ll hear you if you call—and maybe he would, although the music is a bit loud, and there are quite a lot of people talking. Maybe you’d better try running for him, instead—oh, but you’ve seen how fast Megamind moves, haven’t you? And even if you do manage to get away somehow, and find Metro Man, and Megamind goes to prison—well, what do you think Megamind will do to you once he escapes again? Alligators will be the least of your worries.”

She gave the guard a pleasant smile and the man gulped, the blood draining from his face.

“Unless, of course, you were just leaving now,” she said sweetly. “Having done a security check of this very empty room. And seen nothing. Which you would obviously never mention to anyone.”

“Yep!” the security guard said in a strangled tone. He nodded vigorously, backing out of the room. “Yep; yes, ma’am, didn’t see anything! Didn’t see anything! Nothing to see! I’ll just be going! Nobody in here! Have a nice night!”

He closed the door behind himself and Roxanne and Megamind heard the sound of him fairly fleeing down the hall.

Roxanne turned her head slowly to look at Megamind.

The guard had left the light on in his haste to leave; she could see Megamind’s expression with perfect clarity, though she couldn’t quite read it.

He looked—

“Did you just threaten someone with me?” he asked, voice low.

Roxanne’s breath caught. She looked up at him, unable to answer, and—

She wasn’t sure which one of them moved first; it happened so fast; one moment they were looking at each other and the next moment they were kissing madly.

Roxanne, hands twisted in Megamind’s suit jacket, arched into the kiss desperately, and Megamind pulled her closer—god, his mouth—

She felt almost feverish with the desire to be closer to him, to be as close as possible—closer than was possible with so many layers of clothing between them. Fumbling, she found the button of his jacket and managed to undo it, to slip her hands beneath the sides of it, only the material of his shirt between her hands and his skin.

Roxanne pushed the jacket off his shoulders and Megamind broke the kiss only long enough to pull the jacket off completely. He dropped it on the floor and kissed her again, one of his hands tangling in her hair, the other sliding up the side of her body.

It wasn’t enough; it still wasn’t enough. Roxanne yanked his shirt up, untucking it, and slid her hands beneath it. Megamind gasped into the kiss as her hands touched his skin. He felt almost like silk beneath her hands, his skin smooth and slightly cool to the touch.

The backs of her thighs pressed against the edge of the desk; Megamind lifted her to sit on it, the two of them still kissing.

It still wasn’t enough; there were far too many layers between them, the material of her dress, all the maddening layers of his suit. She reached up and pulled at his tie, tugging it loose, then fumbled for the buttons of his shirt.

Roxanne got three buttons undone before she lost patience and yanked at the sides of the shirt, popping the rest of the buttons. Megamind gasped, breaking the kiss, and then kissed his way down her neck as she ran her hands over his chest. He kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder and then pulled both of her dress straps down to kiss her shoulders, reaching up at the same time for the zip of her dress.

“—yes,” Roxanne said, when he hesitated for a moment, “yes, yes, yes; come on—”

Megamind pulled the tab down and Roxanne yanked at the bodice, pulling it down enough for him to cup one of her breasts in his hand as he kissed her again. Roxanne arched into the touch, reached up and wound one arm around his neck, the gorgeous, smooth curve of the back of his head fitting perfectly in her hand. He made an inhuman noise, a moan with alien harmonics to it, and the sound of it made Roxanne feel even more desperate. She turned her head and kissed the side of his beautiful neck, scraped her teeth over the tendons there.

Megamind made a hissing sound and slid his free arm around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the desk. He let go of her breast and reached for the hem of her skirt, pushing it up, running his hand up her thigh, from her knee all the way to her hip, his fingertips slipping beneath the lace edge of her underwear.

She reached for his belt, undid the buckle blindly, reached for the fastenings of his trousers.

“—wait,” Megamind gasped. “I’m not—human—my anatomy is—you might not want—”

“I don’t care,” Roxanne said feverishly. “I don’t care; I don’t care what it looks like; I just want you to fuck me with it—”

Megamind made a noise that was half a moan and half an incredulous laugh and kissed the skin beneath her jaw. Roxanne made a demanding noise and bit lightly at the edge of his ear. Megamind’s breath hissed between his teeth, his fingers digging into her thigh.

She reached for him again, and he let her unfasten his trousers this time, let her part the material. He caught her wrist lightly, then slid his hand along the back of hers, his fingers slipping into the spaces between hers. Holding her hand like that, he guided it forward to touch him, pressing her hand between his legs.

She felt nothing like the shape of a cock, but a kind of vertical seam, slick with desire like she was—oh—

“Put your fingers inside me, then,” she said, “god, Megamind, please; I need you so bad—”

Megamind made the laughter and moaning sound again, this time with a kind of alien growl beneath it.

“Impatient—” he said, “always—so impatient. Just—just let me—”

She twisted her hand, grinding her palm slickly against him, and Megamind’s hips jerked, his words cutting off into a moan, and Roxanne felt a bolt of triumph and desire go through her at his reaction to her touch.

“Roxanne—” he gasped, “ah—let me—fuck, let me show you—”

He took his hand from her hip and shifted his weight back—not pulling away from her, but moving back enough that she could look down the line of his body, from the long column of his throat, down his chest and abdomen, bared by the unbuttoned sides of his shirt, to their joined hands pressed between his legs.

Megamind guided her hand up the slick seam of him, shuddering into the touch, and then he pulled her hand away so that only her fingertips brushed the top of the seam. Then—

His body shifted, beneath her fingertips and in front of her eyes, the sides of the vertical slit between his legs parting, blue tentacles spilling out and into her hand.

Megamind let go of her hand as his tentacles moved against each other and against her hand. They rubbed against her palm and slid between her fingers, curled around her wrist, smooth and slick against her skin.

Roxanne took a soft, surprised breath, her fingers tightening automatically in the tangle of tentacles, and Megamind made a quiet, desperate noise, his hips jerking once and then going still. She glanced up at his face; he looked desperate, too, his eyes dark, his mouth flushed and panting.

“Still okay?” he asked, voice tight. “Do you want to stop?” and Roxanne saw the tension in his expression, beneath the desperation, understood why he’d leaned away from her, why he’d let go of her hand, why he was being so careful not to hold her in place.

He was actually genuinely concerned she might not want this anymore, wasn’t he? And he was making sure she didn’t feel trapped.

Desire sang through her at that realization, desire and something else, a feeling she didn’t want to put a name to, something sweet and fierce at the same time.

She tightened her fingers around him, pressed her palm harder against him. Megamind made a shocked, inhuman sound, something like birdsong, his hips jerking forward, tentacles writhing in her hand. Roxanne, pulled her hand back a bit, letting his tentacles slide through her fingers, then pushed her hand deeper into them again, and Megamind moaned and clutched at the edge of the desk, rocking his hips into her touch.

“These—” Roxanne said, and slid her fingers through his tentacles, “—these are gorgeous.”

She tugged lightly at the tips of them and Megamind gasped.

“And I want you to fuck me with them,” she slid her hand deeper into the tangle of them again. “Right. Now.”

Megamind growled and kissed her hard; Roxanne moved her hand from his tentacles to the desktop and pushed up into the kiss. He broke it to press kisses down her throat, reached up to palm her breast again, rolling her nipple beneath his thumb, making Roxanne gasp. She leaned back on her forearms as he dipped his head and laved his tongue over the peak of her breast. He kissed her there, then sucked at her nipple, and Roxanne couldn’t help arching up, couldn’t help the breathless little sounds she heard herself making.

When he moved to her other breast, she moaned, torn between the torturous pleasure of his mouth and the ache of not having him between her legs.

“Megamind,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

The sound of her own voice, moaning his name like that, made her feel like her body was on fire; god, she’d never heard herself sound like that; she sounded utterly shameless.

Megamind leaned back and pulled her hips to the very edge of the desk, tugged her lace underwear down. Roxanne kicked them off impatiently. Megamind ran his hand up the side of her thigh and she wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

He planted his hands on the desk on either side of her head, and she felt his tentacles, moving cool and slick against her sex and the inside of her thighs. He growled and rolled his hips, sinking one of his tentacles into her.

Roxanne’s spine arched at the sensation of it—oh god that was so good, the supple way it twisted and pressed against the inside of her—that was only one of his tentacles and it was already better than anything anyone else had ever done for her, better than anything Roxanne had ever been able to do for herself.

She looked up at Megamind, who was looking down at her, an unfamiliar look of pleasure on his so-familiar face—Megamind, this was Megamind here with her, Megamind inside of her, Megamind finally, finally, finally—

One of his tentacles rubbed against her clit at an angle that was so perfectly, exactly right that Roxanne couldn’t help but roll her hips into.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted out.

Megamind gasped, too, rubbing against her clit in that same motion, pressing another tentacle into her at the same time.

“Roxanne,” he said, “ah—fuck—Roxanne—”

“Megamind—oh god, that feels so good—please—yes—”

He pushed a third tentacle inside her and Roxanne threw her head back, her hips moving again of their own accord, gasping and twisting desperately on the three tentacles writhing inside her, against the two still rubbing either side of her clit.

Megamind leaned down and kissed her throat, the shift of his weight pressing his tentacles deeper into her. She reached up with one hand and stroked over the back of his head, down his neck, hand slipping beneath the collar of his open shirt. He groaned in response and Roxanne felt a fourth tentacle join the three already inside her.

She tightened her hold on the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his skin.

“—yes! Megamind—ah—”

He pressed his face to the side of her neck and panted, his body still except for the ceaseless motion of his tentacles. Roxanne made a noise of frustration and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Come on,” she said, voice rising on a note of urgency, “come on, Megamind; move—fuck me; I need you to fuck me—”

Megamind’s breath hissed between his teeth, the sound half pleasure and half laughter.

“You need—to be quiet,” he murmured, mouth pressed against her ear, “or else someone is going to hear. And I really don’t think this—” he kissed the skin just beneath her ear, “is a—position—” he shifted his weight, hips grinding into hers, and Roxanne moaned, “—in which you wish to be found, Miss Ritchi.”

Roxanne growled, unable to decide if him calling her Miss Ritchi while he was actually inside of her was irritating or sexy. Probably both, damn him.

And damn him for having a point about the necessity of being quiet, too; the last thing she needed was for someone to walk in and see her getting fucked on a desk by a supervillain.

(something about that thought—danger edged with desire rather than fear—)

(the knife flicking and twirling through Megamind’s fingers earlier, the way his threats never did scare her)

Roxanne turned her head and bit the edge of his jaw sharply, the way she’d done before, when they were under the desk. Megamind made a shocked sound, body jerking against hers, sending a shudder of pleasure through her. He leaned back and looked at her, his expression of lust mingled with outrage, and Roxanne laughed.

Megamind’s breath hissed through his teeth, his body jerking against hers again, harder this time, definitely involuntary, and something clicked rather gloriously together in Roxanne’s mind.

“Is that why you got so mad at me for laughing earlier?” she asked, and then laughed again, delighted at the look on his face. “Was it turning you on?”

Megamind growled under his breath and thrust his hips hard once into hers, as if in punishment or warning. Roxanne moaned and he rolled his hips again more gently, and then again, setting up a rhythm that went through her in waves of pleasure and yet felt as if it might drive her out of her mind with its gentleness and slowness.

“I really—don’t think,” Megamind said, voice rough, “that you—appreciate—the danger of your situation, Miss Ritchi.”

—sexy, Roxanne decided; it was definitely sexy, him calling her Miss Ritchi while the two of them were like this, damsel in distress with her skirt shoved up, moaning for more while her supervillain screwed her brains out.

“Oh,” she gasped, grinding her hips against him in little circles, “oh, trust me—I am appreciating it, Megamind. Ah—god—come on; harder—”

Megamind made a sound low in his throat and rolled his hips with her, one of his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer to him, but still keeping the motion of his thrusts maddeningly slow and gentle.

“You—” he said, “—you are the most—impertinent, reckless, unsuitable damsel in distress—in— the entire history of supervillainy—”

“Oh, help!” she said breathily. “Won’t somebody save me! I’m so very frightened, Megamind; I promise I’ll be good for you if you fuck me really hard—”

“You are a menace,” Megamind snarled, and she laughed.

He stopped thrusting entirely again, leaning down to kiss her instead, and Roxanne arched underneath him, making a frustrated sound into the kiss. Megamind pulled his mouth from hers, pushed himself up just enough to look down into her face for a long moment, his tentacles moving against her, inside her, so good and yet not nearly enough, not nearly—

Roxanne broke, writhing beneath him.

“—please, please, please,” she begged, not even close to teasing anymore, her voice high and shockingly needy to her own ears. “Please, Megamind; come on; please fuck me; please; I need you to fuck me; I need it so bad—”

Megamind growled and drew his hips back, thrust into her hard, then did it again, again—

Roxanne almost sobbed in relief as he continued to fuck her, each hard thrust going through her like a wave crashing against a cliff.

“Yes,” she managed to gasp, “Megamind—yes—”

Megamind took his hand from her hip and planted it flat on the desk, hips slamming into hers, each thrust hard enough to rock the desk a little, the constant movements of his tentacles inside her and the tentacle on her clit combining with the hard motion of his hips into something that was so—so uniquely good it was almost overwhelming.

Roxanne gazed up at Megamind, who was looking down into her face with a sort of hungry focus, his eyes dark, his lower lip caught between his teeth—god, it drove her crazy when he bit his lip like that, made her want to bite his mouth herself every fucking time—

—fuck, this was fantastic; why had they never done this before? Now that she had him like this, leaning over her, pounding into her, it was clear to Roxanne that this was what they should always have been doing, the only thing either of them should ever be doing—

She could feel the edge of her orgasm starting to rise; she was torn between chasing after the sensation and not wanting this to ever end. She didn’t even need to chase it, though; the feeling built anyway, every thrust of Megamind’s hips and twist of his tentacles bringing her closer to the edge.

Megamind had told her to be quiet, but she couldn’t be completely silent; each of his thrusts drew an involuntary little whimpering sound from her—fuck, she sounded so helpless, probably looked it to him, too, lying back and taking it, too overwhelmed by pleasure to do anything but moan and whimper and get fucked—

Roxanne’s spine arched, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came in an explosion of pleasure, her body contracting around Megamind’s tentacles—

(—Megamind, god, yes—)

Megamind made a sound low in his throat, motion of his hips going erratic, and Roxanne, still gasping from her own climax, looked up at him, wanting to see his face, wanting to see him come for her, because of her, inside of her.

(god, he was utterly gorgeous; he was so beautiful, so beautiful like this)

As his hips ceased to jerk, he leaned down and caught her mouth with his, kissing her feverishly, as if he still needed—he broke the kiss and moved his hips, thrusting into her again, tentacles still moving, not the random little motions of his climax, but purposeful strokes and twists, as if—

“Oh,” Roxanne gasped, aftershocks of her orgasm still sparking along her nerves, new pleasure washing through her as Megamind began to fuck her again. “Oh—”

Her clit was throbbing, oversensitive, and yet she couldn’t help but rock up into the tentacle he rubbed it with, the sensation something between pain and pleasure. Her breath hissed between her teeth as he stroked her.

Megamind put one hand on her stomach, holding her still. He shuddered and held himself still as well, looked down at her with dark eyes.

“Want to put myself inside you,” he said, voice rough. “I want to put all of me inside you; I want to bury myself in you, Roxanne.”

He moved the tentacle from her clit, drew the tip of it over the place where the two of them joined, where all the rest of his tentacles still twisted restlessly inside of her.

“Want to fuck you with all of them at once,” he said. “Do you want me to try?”

“Oh god yes, please,” Roxanne said in a breathless rush. “Yes, yes—”

Megamind bent and kissed her hard, cutting off the rest of her words. Then he leaned back and looked at her, watching her face as he started to press the last tentacle into her.

It sank into her slowly, inch by inch, the unfamiliar sensation of her body stretching around it making Roxanne pant for breath. Finally, with a groan, Megamind pushed it all the way inside of her.

Roxanne made a soft, breathless noise. She felt so completely full, the stretch of her body around him a hot, throbbing ache of pleasure. Her clit felt tight and swollen, overstimulated and neglected at the same time now that he was no longer touching it.

Megamind’s tentacles pressed tightly against one another inside her, too tightly to really writhe. They shifted inside her still, though, smooth ripples of movement that made her gasp.

One particularly good shift made her claw at the desk, her back arching as she made a high, keening noise.

“Fuck,” Megamind gasped, sounding torn between desire and concern. “Are you all ri—”

He shifted his weight, drawing his hips back, as if to pull away from her, and Roxanne keened again, arching her back once more and pushing his tentacles deeper inside her again.

“—don’t stop,” she managed to say, grinding herself down on him desperately, “oh god, please don’t stop, Megamind; it feels so good; please—”

Megamind made a wordless, inhuman noise and drew his hips back again, pressed forward into her once more.

“This?” he asked, repeating the motion as Roxanne gasped for breath. “Like this?”

“Yes, god; yes, please; just like that,” Roxanne babbled as he continued to thrust into her, pleasure rising in her again. “Need you to fuck me, Megamind, please; I need it; please—please—please—”

Megamind took one hand from the desk and reached down between their bodies, sketched his fingertips lightly over her aching clit.

Roxanne came apart for him, around his tentacles and under his hand, breath sobbing in and out of her chest as waves of bright, merciless pleasure wracked her body.

Megamind’s breath hissed and he leaned down on his forearms, kissing her as he thrust into her. Roxanne reached up and took hold of the back of his neck. He made a low sound and broke the kiss, thrusting into her three more times before he came, too, hips jerking and tentacles pulsing inside her.

He panted for breath as his orgasm came to an end, pressing his face to her hair.

Roxanne panted, too, as the last sweet wave of pleasure receded, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake.

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…to be continued .💋

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Day 21 of my Birthday Fic Month! I really appreciate you all continuing to read, like, reblog, and comment! And I hope you enjoyed the update!