sub(ish) roman x fem reader
cw: meantions of a panic attack, alcohol, weed, teasing, unprotected sex, pnv, cowgirl
an: i deadass didn’t know how to end it so i just kept going.. oops!
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roman was the kind of boy every parent warned their kid about.
he was respectful to elders, never talked bad, never said anything horrible about women, or objectified them
it was only because trouble always seemed to find him everywhere he went
by 1:30 am the house already looked trashed
someone had spray-painted a dick across the kitchen wall, empty four lokos were scattered all over the counters. duffel bags filled with pills and bags powder were tossed across the couch next to stacks of cash nobody even bothered counting, empty bottles of booze, and random condoms
you’d been dancing with your friends for the last hour out by the pool, grinding on guys whose names you definitely wouldn’t remember tomorrow, somebody shoved another drink into your hand, somebody else grabbed your wrist and dragged you closer to the speakers where the bass was louder, making the concrete vibrate under your sandals.
everything started bleeding together
the smell of expensive cologne mixed with that musky sex smell
it felt like every kid in los angeles had somehow ended up packed somewhere in roman’s house
you knew him from how your homeboy talked about him like he was some weed-smoking-ladies-man, like a fucking god or wtv
he was the kid everybody somehow knew, the one whose house was always full, whose pockets were always stuffed with cash, who always two girls clung to his arms like his dick was some sort of “magic wand” as your friend put it
you caught little glimpses of him all night
leaning against the kitchen counter while people came up to him one after another
laughing with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth
disappearing upstairs with different people every hour
you didn’t think much else of it, he was a hoe in your book
you were tipsy and tired as fuck when you went to check the time
your hand slid down to your back pocket, no phone
the the other pocket, still no phone
you checked your bikini top (like it would fit there)
you looked around your feet,
you looked around that the lounge chairs, where everything you and your friends had put stuff
your friend noticed the panicked look on your face
“my phone,” you muttered.
your friend frowned. “what?”
“it’s gone, mars. i don’t know where it went”
“i’ll call it, just calm down”
she pulled out her phone and called you
you couldn’t hear anything over the music
so you pushed through the crowd, squeezing between sweaty strangers packed shoulder to shoulder
you started digging through piles of random bags and hoodies
there was so much random shit laying around
brunt out cigarettes and bags of kush
when your fingers brushed against something cold and metal, you jerked your hand back so fast it almost hurt
a random loaded gun with no safety
you let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your face.
“you lookin’ for something, mami?”
your whole body stiffened.
jesus fuck, that scared you.
the same roman who’d disappeared upstairs not even twenty minutes ago with some girl that was now standing across the room laughing with her friends, and staring at the encounter that was happening between you and roman like she had some claim on him
he still didn’t have a shirt on.
a thin layer of sweat caught the flashing lights every time they changed colors, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and tucked into the waistband sat his gun
he looked at you like he’d been watching the whole time
you nodded still hella panicked
you were out of breath and overwhelmed and the smell of sex that lingered on roman didn’t help one bit
roman tilted his head, his blunt still dangling from his lips as he studied your face, wide eyes, flushed cheeks, that panicked little breath.
the music still pulsed around you two loud and obnoxious, it really just made you more panicked
“whatchu lose mami?” he asked, his voice was somewhat horse from all the yelling throughout the night, but still had that calm undertone that made the chaos around them not seem so bad
a slow ribbon of kush smoke curled up from between his fingers
you swallowed hard “my phone,” you said fast “someone took it or—or i lost it, i’ve looked goddamn f—fucking everywhere for it and i’m starting to panic”
roman didn’t say anything for a few seconds
he just watched the way your breath hitched, how your fingers kept picking at the hem of your bikini top like you were trying to hide from his eyes, how you swayed slightly when the bass dropped and shook the floor
you were drunk, nervous, in a house full of strangers who didn’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves
he exhaled through his nose, smoke curling around his face before he finally pulled the cigarette from between his lips and crushed it underfoot on some random hoodie someone left on the kitchen tile.
he reached out and gently grabbed both sides of your face with one hand, tilting it up so you had to look right into him.
his skin was warm, his palms rough and suddenly all that sex-scent clinging to him wasn't distracting anymore
“breathe,” he said softly, he held onto your cheeks making sure you were only looking at him “just take a moment to breathe, if you keep panicking you’ll just make it worse, pretty girl”
he was so calm for someone so evil looking
he kept his eyes locked on yours, big brown irises that made him unfairly pretty for a stupid fucking guy
but for a split second you forgot everything that you’d ever heard about him, he was so calm, so caring to a girl he barely knew, being an anchor in the rough sea
you closed your eyes, and took a deep breath in
his thumbs moved in soft circles on your skin, as you breathed out slowly, slowly the tension in your shoulders eased just a little
he didn’t let go, because you didn’t pull away
when you opened your eyes again, still slightly glossy from panic and alcohol, his lips curved into the tiniest smile, not necessarily cocky or flirtatious, but proud of you
“you listen good,” he said quietly
“such a pretty girl when she’s not freaking out”
“i knew you couldn’t hold back from flirting”
roman’s smile widened ever so slightly, and yeah, okay, maybe he was flirting with you
but you knew better than to believe that he actually wanted more
he reluctantly let go of your face, brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then spoke:
“i ain’t flirting,” he said with fake offense
then leaned back against the counter again, crossing one arm over his chest
“but i could if you want me to”
you rolled your eyes, but there wasnt real annoyance behind it.
to be honest with him being so open and honest, you were starting to relax, the panic from losing your phone had faded into this weird, floaty calm that only came when someone unexpectedly treated you like a human instead of just another body at one of his wild parties
“please don’t,” you said with a small laugh
roman grinned, it lit up his whole face in a way that made him look younger, less evil pretty boy, and more like a little boy who just his crush he liked them
he pushed off the counter and walked over to the fridge, grabbed himself a beer and you a water
you took the water, fingers brushing his for a split second, warm skin, calloused from gripping guns and steering wheels probably, and you twisted the cap off fully even though he already opened it
like handing someone water after they panicked wasn't something every guy would do
then he cracked his beer with those stupid perfect teeth of his (not that you noticed or anything) and leaned back against the fridge now.
“your phone couldn’t have gone far from here, what’s it look like?”
when you finally lowered the bottle, he asked about your phone
“black case,” you said after swallowing
“it has stars on it, and a polaroid of me and my bestfriend”
your voice came out a lot smoother now, no more panicked half breaths
“what’s your bestfriends name?”
“maria,” you said automatically “but everyone calls her mars”
the name slipped out easy, because mars was your person, your ride-or-die since sophomore year, the one who’d drag you to parties but also bail on them if you got sad
roman nodded like he was mentally filing that info away for some reason.
then he started helping you look, lifting up random hoodies, wads of cash
you moved next to him, even though your legs were a little shaky from the drinks and panic.
the counter top was nasty, there were spilled drinks and grime and all sorts of shit you didn’t really wanna know what was, but roman didn’t complain. just kept moving stuff around with calm focus, like finding your phone was an everyday chore
he picked up a black jacket first, no.
underneath a pile of random shoes? nothing
until finally, he grabbed some oversized supreme hoodie that definitely wasn't yours, and reached into the pocket
a small smirk tugged at his lips, not cocky, just satisfied, like ‘damn, look at me, i found something important’
without saying anything yet, he wiped whatever mystery substance was on your phone onto the side of his sweatpants
you hadn’t even noticed that he has found it yet, you were too focused on the panic that started bubbling over the seams again
he gently pulled on your bikini string
it snapped you out of your spiral
you blinked, suddenly realizing roman was right in front of you, holding your phone like some kind of miracle, your eyes dropped to the device in his hand, the polaroid photo staring back at mars and you from last summer, and all the tension drained out completely
“holy shit, you’re an angel,” you breathed out
your hands flew out to grab the device from his palms
roman didn’t fight you when your hands snatched the phone, just let go easy, watching your face light up like someone handed you a birthday present
you clutched it to your chest for a second, breathing out this huge sigh of relief ‘oh thank fuck’
then without thinking, drunk and emotional and just so fucking grateful, you threw both arms around him in a tight hug
romans smiled faded and he stiffened slightly, then slowly wrapped one arm around your waist
fingers gripping onto the skin on your side
slowly he wrapped both arms around you now
one hand splayed across your lower back
and the others fingers pressing gently into the warm skin against your hip
and without even thinking about it
he rested his chin lightly on top of your head
this weird tingling sensation spread throughout roman’s body, like he felt, safe? or something
like you were the first girl who didn’t want fuck him or use his money
he felt like he could take a deep breath when he held on to you
but just as quickly as the hug began
you pulled back to check your notifications
your phone flashed with the plug and lightning bolt
you frowned of course it was dead, it probably died hours ago that’s why you didn’t realize you lost it because you weren’t getting notifications
roman rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly nervous “i uh— i have a charger in my room if you need one, it would also um— be a— a good spot to just, relax i guess?”
the offer hung in the air, awkward but genuine
roman wasn’t good at this, inviting girls to his room for something so domestic as just to charge their phones?
usually, if a girl ended up upstairs, it was for one reason and only one reason
but you weren’t some random hookup
you were panicking earlier
and now your phone was dead
“i mean if your offering, i don’t wanna just take you away from your own party because my phone is dead”
you bit the inside of your cheek
roman looked you up and down, then laughed
“you worried about taking me away?”
he raised an eyebrow “this is my house mami, i do what i want”
“mmmm i don’t know, you looked pretty being the house watch dog”
his brows furrowed and his lips parted slightly and made him look less like some untouchable, and actual dog who just got called out for doing its job
“i— okay. you wanna charge your phone or not?”
he didn’t wait for an answer, roman pushed past you, shoulder gently bumping yours, and started walking toward the stairs
he looked behind him to see if you were following him
you rolled your eyes and followed him up the stairs mumbling something under your breath about the ‘sassy man apocalypse’
he pretended like he didn’t hear you say anything and just walked down the hallway
his bedroom sat at the end of the hallway, the light lid the lit the hall flickered once
roman pushed open the door to his room and stepped in expecting you to follow him in, himbedroom was huge like, stupidly big
king-sized bed with black sheets (why do all guys have black sheets)
walls painted dark gray but covered in framed photos, some of him and friends, some random cities like new york or paris.
a massive leather couch by the window
and a desk cluttered with weed bags, vape pens,
and yeah, a charger plugged into the outlet beside his nightstand
roman kicked off his slides right at the door they hit the floor with soft thuds,
he sat down on the edge of his bed and looked up at you
his gaze didn’t have that normal hungry glint, more like he was trying to commit your face to memory
the nervous bitting of your lip
it was just calm curiosity, wrapped in something that wanted to wrap his hands around you and never ever let go
the silence stretched, so soft, but heavy with tension
there was no load music up here, no screaming or laughter like downstairs, just the faint hum of the ac that kicked on
roman didn’t say anything as he watched you stand there, phone clutched in your hand like it was armor
wasn’t leaning forward to kiss you
or making some move to pull you closer
just watching like a guard dog
like he’d seen a thousand girls before, but never one who hugged him out of pure relief,
never one who called him a dog without meaning to hurt his feelings,
and definitely never one whose face stuck with him this hard after five minutes
he patted the spot right next to him on the bed
you hesitated for a second not really knowing if this was a good idea,
being with roman alone, you didnt know him more than what people said about him, the reputation, the drugs, the guns, the women
was he really a person you wanted in your life?
but you were desperate for a phone charger and he offered one up without hesitation
and he wasn’t trying to make a move on you, wasn’t leaning too close or anything
but it still made your stomach turn how he kept looking at you
eventually, you found yourself sitting beside him on the edge of his bed.
the mattress dipped slightly beneath your weight as you sat down, reaching for the charger hanging off roman’s nightstand. after a second of fumbling with the cord, you plugged your phone in and watched the battery icon turn green.
everything had happened so fast.
one minute you were overwhelmed downstairs, surrounded by strangers and noise, and the next you were sitting in roman leal’s bedroom.
the music from downstairs was muffled now, just a distant heartbeat through the floorboards. every once in a while, someone’s laughter or a scream of excitement echoed through the house, but up here it was quiet.
roman was already watching you, his brown eyes stayed on you for a second before he looked away, like he didn’t want to get caught staring
the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, just new
his voice was casual, low.
before you could answer, he opened his nightstand drawer. inside was a messy collection of random things, papers, a lighter, guitar picks, cash, and a half-finished blunt
he picked it up and looked back at you.
“yes?” he asked, lifting it slightly. “no?”
a small grin tugged at his mouth.
you looked at it, then back at him.
something to quiet your mind sounded nice
“yeah,” you said softly. “i’ll smoke.”
he nodded toward the balcony.
“we can go outside, better than hotboxing my room.”
he stood up and held a hand out, you hesitated for a second before taking it
his hand was warm, his grip gentle as he pulled you up before letting go almost immediately
he wasn’t trying to crowd you
he opened the sliding glass door, and warm summer air rushed into the room, the smell of chlorine, grass, and weed smoke drifted up from the backyard below
roman stepped outside first, leaning against the railing while he waited for you
for the first time all night…
you felt like you could breathe
roman held the blunt between his fingers.
you looked at him slowly.
“you actually have manners.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
you looked him up and down
“i don’t know. i just wasn’t expecting it from someone who has a gun in his sweatpants and a house so fucking trashed”
“roman, i’ve known you for fifteen minutes and you’re already giving me a lot of material”
“you’re judging me already?”
you took the blunt from him
that made him pause, because you had a point
you took a small hit before handing it back.
“did you just call me good boy?”
“maybe,” you tilted your head “but you’re still standing there”
he laughed, shaking his head
“you’re lucky you’re funny.”
“no, you’re lucky i’m entertaining”
“is that what you think?”
“you always talk like this?”
you looked around the balcony
“and yet you keep handing me things.”
then you pointed toward his room.
you nodded like it was obvious.
“that wasn’t a compliment.”
he laughed again, looking away for a second, and somehow, the awkwardness was gone
you weren’t thinking about the party downstairs anymore, you weren’t thinking about everyone staring or how badly you wanted to disappear earlier
you were just standing there with roman, completely unbothered, teasing him like he wasn’t the same guy everyone downstairs seemed afraid of
and the funniest part, he was letting you.
“you talk lot, pretty girl”
roman exhaled a laugh, smoke curling from his lips as he took the blunt back from you
he held the blunt between two fingers, studying your face for a second under the soft glow of fairy lights, your cheeks slightly flushed from earlier drinks and now this high creeping in slow, and yeah, maybe you did talk too much, but roman?
he didn’t mind, so instead of getting annoyed, he leaned back against the railing again
took another hit, then passed it right back to you without saying anything
the blunt froze halfway to his lips
he let out a sheepish laugh
“…are you making fun of me?”
he shook his head, smiling to himself
“good boy, you’re learning”
roman exhaled through his nose, a soft laugh more of a breath than anything, then he turned to fully face you, leaning both elbows on the railing now like this conversation suddenly mattered
“i’m too fucking easy,” he admitted quietly. “for girls like you”
not cocky, not defensive, just… honest in that low voice of his
like it was obvious how someone who usually kept people at arm’s length was letting you talk shit to him and tease him nonstop
and still smiling about it
he rubbed his thumb over the edge of the blunt absentmindedly
“most girls don’t get this close unless they wanna date me or fuck me.”
“you? you’re just… vibing, calling me good boy.”
he kept his gaze on you, your flushed cheeks, heavy eyes, calm features
he immediately felt his dick ache in his boxers the ache hit him suddenhot and insistent.
one second, roman was just talking. being honest in that quiet way he only got when the high settled in and the walls came down.
his body betrayed him completely
because yeah, you looked good, really good
and that outfit, the tiny shorts, bikini top barely covering anything, it wasn’t helping
he shifted subtly against the railing, just an inch
but enough to adjust himself without making
his brain short-circuited
the part of him that usually had smooth lines and cool comebacks?
all that was left was the dumb, horny guy who now had a gorgeous girl on his balcony looking at him like she owned everything that belonged to him
so when he opened his mouth,
“i’m not even wearing any?”
“fuck i know baby, i just wanna kiss you so badly i panicked” the second those words left his mouth, roman’s entire face changed, his eyes went wide,like he couldn’t believe he just said that out loud, no filter, no smooth lead-in.
completely still. like a deer in headlights. heart probably hammering so hard it could power the whole house, because yeah he really wanted to kiss you, had been wanting to since you hugged him in the kitchen, maybe even before that
but now? after saying something so stupid and vulnerable?
and roman? he was spiraling internally ‘why did i say that?? she thinks i'm such a fucking idiot now—‘
his cheeks darkened, rare for someone who usually played it cool
but right now, under the soft glow of fairy lights, with your half-smile and those eyes locked on his…
he looked nervous, adorable, so into you
you closed the small gap between you
leaned in, and kissed him, the second your lips met his, roman snapped
just pure, desperate want, he kissed you back hard, lips crashing into yours with this rough urgency that surprised even himself. like he’d been waiting all night for this and didn’t realize it until now
his hands moved immediately
one gripped your side, digging his fingers into your flesh and one gripped you ass hard, pulling you up against him, it wasn't pretty or slow, it was hungry, messy, two people who hadn't expected to connect, connecting hard
and god, you tasted even better than he imagined
he set his gun on the table outside so it didn’t scare you
then in one swift motion, roman lifted you, arms hooked under your thighs, he didn’t even break the kiss, and carried you back toward his bedroom like he’d done it a thousand times before
but this wasn’t some casual hookup, no cocky smirk, no smooth game
your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he walked backward through the sliding door, his lips never left yours
kissing deeper now, messier, teeth clashing slightly, breathing heavy and uneven
roman sat on the bed making you straddle his his bare hips
you could feel exactly how turned on he was, hard through his sweatpants, pressing right against your core where you sat over him
it made your breath hitch
because wow this guy? really wanted you
he kissed down to your jawline now, then along your neck, sloppy with need, not gentle like before, no more sweet moments, this was raw desire taking over
his hands roamed everywhere:
fingers gripping under the thin fabric of your bikini, thumb brushing one nipple, accidentally-on-purpose
other hand sliding up and down the curve of your ass as he pulled you even closer
you shifted awkwardly, trying to wiggle out of your shorts while still straddling him, and it was comedy for a second. your hips lifted, then twisted, one leg kicking slightly as you tried to shimmy the tiny fabric down without falling off his lap
and instead of helping… he smirked against your shoulder, half-laughing through heavy breaths
“stop laughing at me, roman” you snorted
he smiled then grabbed both sides of your waist and gently pulled you pull just enough so you could slide them all the way off and toss them somewhere on the floor
“you’re cute,” he mumbled, actually said it out loud, before his mouth was back on yours
his hands slid up your bare thighs again
hot palms squeezing gently as he kissed you deeper, tongue slipping past your lips this time
then he broke the kiss and leaned back against his pillows with one arm behind his head
his gaze burned, but didn’t touch, didn’t speak. just watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath, the soft bounce of your tits under that thin bikini top driving him insane and then there were your hips.
unconsciously grinding against his lap like you couldn’t help it your body reacting to the tension between y’all even if you weren't fully thinking about it
you shifted again, your hips rolling once, twice, without even realizing it, then you finally noticed how still roman was being.
not grabbing, not kissing
just staring like he was hypnotized
so you bit your lip and said, voice lower than usual: “why aren’t you touching me?”
like maybe for the first time all night,
you actually wanted him to make a move
the moment your question hung in the air, roman moved, slowly he lifted his hand and reached for the delicate string at the back of your bikini top his fingers brushed against warm skin as they found that tiny tie
then, with one soft tug it came undone
the second your bikini top loosened, roman didn’t hesitate.
he pulled the other string at your neck, snap, and then suddenly, the whole thing was hanging open
bare skin exposed, nipples pebbled from the cool air and anticipation
without a word, he leaned in, his mouth closed over one breast, a warm kiss that turned into gentle suction as he took you into his mouth
his lips worked around your nipple slowly
then his tongue flicked over the peak, once, twice and oh
you gasped quietly, arched into him without thinking, one hand slid up to tangle in his messy hair while the other braced against his chest as he continued nursing on you,
gentle but insistent, making heat pool low in your stomach
you ground down on him, hard and slow, pressing your body against the thick bulge in his sweatpants so you could feel just how much he wanted you
roman groaned around your nipple, the sound vibrating through his lips and into your skin, and it sent sparks straight to your core
his hands finally snapped into action:
one cupped the back of your head,
pulling you deeper into the kiss while his free hand slid down, over ribs, down your stomach, and hooked under the waistband of those tiny bikini bottoms
the fabric gave way easily, roman tugged gently, then firmly, and your bikini bottoms slid down your hips you lifted slightly to help him, kicking them off the rest of the way without breaking contact
now? completely bare, just his sweatpants between you two
roman broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his lips hovering over yours, and then his voice came out low, rough, really turned on
"fuck… you're so wet," he muttered, almost like it surprised him
he could feel it, the heat through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, where your bare pussy pressed against him as you shifted on his lap, his hands gripped your hips hard
and he lifted himself up just enough to crash his mouth onto yours again, kissing you deeper this time. hungrier
then one hand slid around to cup your ass,
squeezing before lifting slightly lifting you up
he was gonna take those sweatpants off.
he reached down, pulling his down sweatpants in one quick motion,
then shoved them and his boxers down just enough to free himself no slow strip, no teasing, just pure urgency
his cock sprang out, hard, thick, and pressed against your bare stomach as he
leaned back against his pillow
your fingers wrapped around him, soft skin over hard length, and roman inhaled sharply
his head tipped back slightly at the touch
eyes fluttering shut for half a second
the thick head of his cock gliding through your folds, soaked, sensitive, over your clit once, twice
a shudder ran through both of you, no penetration yet.
just this: slick heat, every nerve alight as you dragged the tip of his cock over your clit again, slow, deliberate circles, feeling him twitch in your hand
his fingers dug into the sheets beneath him
trying not to buck up or take over, but fuck… this teasing? torture.
you could feel how much he wanted to thrust inside, his hips twitched involuntarily, but he stayed still. letting you control it
just watching you with dark, hungry eyes while pleasure built between both of y’all you looked down at him, roman, the guy everyone whispered about, the one with guns and a house full of people who feared him.
right now? completely at your mercy
so without a word, you lifted his cock up slightly, and guided it to your entrance, but didn’t push in yet instead, you rubbed just the tip against you circling slowly over that sensitive bundle of nerves…
then leaned down close to his ear, and whispered: "good boy, tell me what you want”
his chest tightened and hi heart slammed against his ribs, no one had ever talked to him like this before. not even close.
for a second, he couldn’t speak
just stared up at you with wide eyes full of want and something dangerously close to submission
then finally, voice rougher than ever:
“please… let me fuck you.”
you leaned even closer, lips almost brushing his ear again, and asked:
“how bad do you want to?”
testing him, seeing how far this powerful guy would beg for something as simple as you
roman swallowed hard, his throat moved visibly under the dim light from the bedside lamp, and then, in a voice barely above a whisper, honest, desperate:
“i wanna fuck you so bad it hurts.”
“can you be a good boy and say please?”
the word felt foreign coming from someone like him, someone used to taking what he wanted without asking but you weren’t giving in unless he said it.
and that look in your eyes
quiet. respectful. perfectly obedient.
“please let me fuck you… please…”
twice, desperate both times, no pride left, just raw need for you
you place a hand on your hip
“now i know you can do better than that”
fuck what did you want? he didn’t understand at first, hen it clicked.
so he swallowed again, harder this time
and when he spoke, his voice dropped even lower, thick with emotion and desperation
"please… baby," he whispered, "let me have you. i need to feel you… please let me inside. i’ll be so good for you—i swear."
you arched a brow at him, his hard length trapped between your thighs
he nodded fast, too eager to hide it, and then said: “yes. yes baby, i’ll be so fucking good. however you want me.”
his hands stayed flat on the bed like he wasn’t allowed to touch without permission, completely obedient, waiting for your next command “however i want you? hmm..” you tilted your head, studying him. this big skinny, tall, guy, always in control, was lying there like a perfect little puppy. hands still, eyes locked on yours, looking like he’s do anything for you
after a long, teasing pause, where you just looked at him, you finally moved
you lifted your hips slightly, aligned yourself over him, and then sank down
just an inch, just enough to take the head of his cock inside you, a gasp tore from roman’s lips, his whole body tensed like he’d been electrocuted
warm. tight. so fucking good
“talk to me roman, tell me what you’re thinking”
roman’s breath came out in a shaky rush.
his hands curled into fists on the bed, still not touching you
and when you asked him to talk?
this wasn’t some casual fling where he could say something smooth or cocky. this was real, you were letting him feel you, slowly, and it was overwhelming
so after a second of silence, voice trembling: “you’re so tight… fuck, baby…
“i wanna move but i don’t know if i can unless you say yes…”
“look at you being so obedient, you wanna touch me?”
your smiled made his chest tightened
and when you asked if he wanted to touch?
fuck yes, he craved it, but still, he didn’t move unless told
instead, roman nodded quickly again
eyes pleading but respectful
“please… can I touch you? just—just wanna hold your hips. feel how soft you are.”
and the second you nodded, roman moved.
his hands slid up your thighs, warm palms pressing into soft skin, and then gently gripped your hips
and god, the contrast was wild: his rough fingers against your smooth curves, fingers calloused from guns and training
then he slowly started to move beneath you, lifting his pelvis just slightly, inviting more of himself inside…
roman’s breath came out in a broken groan as you took him further inside
warm. wet. tight around every inch of his cock
his thumbs began to stroke your hips gently,
thumbs pressing into the dip of your waist while his eyes fluttered shut
you moved your hips in slow rolls, each roll of your hips sent sparks through roman’s body, your pussy clenching around him with every rise and fall
“fuck…” he breathed, eyes locked on where you two connected
his hands slid up higher now, one cupping your ass firmly
the slow rhythm started to build.
your hips rolled faster now, still not frantic, but with purpose
deeper thrusts, more friction
he matched you instantly.
his hands gripped your ass tighter, harder pulling you down onto him each time as he lifted up to meet the motion
skin slapped softly, breaths grew uneven, the room filled with quiet moans and heavy breathing, no words anymore, just two bodies moving together perfectly,
heat building between them the pace picked up rhythm turning urgent, needy
roman’s hands moved faster now:
one still gripping your ass to guide you down,
but the other slipped around front
his thumb found your clit instantly, swollen and sensitive, and started rubbing slow circles at first
then harder, faster, matching the bounce of your hips as he fucked into you from below
as the pleasure spiked,clit being rubbed, cock hitting deep with every thrust,you couldn’t stay quiet
a soft moan slipped out first
your voice came out breathy, shaky, nothing like your usual cool tone. now you were feeling it
and when roman hit a particularly deep angle?
you gasped: “right there… right there baby!”
your hands flew to his chest for balance,
fingers gripping as your hips rolled harder against him
roman’s thumb kept working your clit, relentless, perfect pressure, as you bounced on him harder
and when he heard you gasp his name?
“ro—roman i’m gonna come”
his whole body lit up, no hesitation, he wanted this needed it.
“come for me pretty girl,” he whispered, before capturing your lips, swallowing your moans, your pussy clenched around him in waves, tightening with each pulse of pleasure and he felt it all
his thumb kept moving through your climax,
not stopping until he wrung out every last shiver from you
roman felt it the coil in his gut tightening, pressure building fast, and right as the peak hit? he lifted you up just enough to pull out
his cock sprang free, hard, slick with both of your arousal, and he came instantly.
a hot stripe shot across your stomach
roman’s voice was strained, apologetic, as he panted through the aftershocks
“fuck… sorry,” he breathed, still trembling slightly
not because it was messy or anything, but because you were covered, his cum streaked across your stomach, your hips… maybe even higher he hadn’t meant to pull out like that hadn’t planned it just acted on instinct when the orgasm hit too hard and fast
your kiss melted any guilt left in him, soft, slow, nothing like the heat from before. just tenderness now
roman kissed you back gently, one hand sliding into your hair as he deepened it for a second
then without breaking the moment completely, he lifted you carefully like you weighed nothing, and stood up
still naked from the waist down,
he carried you toward his bathroom
the tiles cool underfoot as they passed through
“let’s get you cleaned up, mami”
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an: this is how i felt writing this
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