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the knock came exactly at six.
roman already knew it was you and nessa.
he’d been standing by the window for the last ten minutes pretending he wasn’t waiting.
when he opened the door, there you were.
one hand holding a tiny pink backpack.
the other holding your daughter’s little hand.
she spotted him before he could even say hello.
“daddy!”
nessa squealed
roman melted instantly.
“there’s my pretty girl.”
he crouched down, scooping her into his arms while she giggled, tiny arms wrapping around his neck.
you smile to yourself.
“you get taller every damn week.”
“mommy says i’m big now.”
“is that right?”
nessa nodded proudly.
“i’m four.”
“four and already bossing people around.”
“just like mommy.”
you rolled your eyes.
“don’t encourage her.”
roman smirked.
“too late.”
roman looked you up and down.
“you going somewhere tonight? you look all pretty”
the question sounded casual.
too casual.
you noticed it immediately, the way roman leaned against the doorframe, his eyes lingering for a second too long before he looked away like he hadn’t been staring.
you adjusted the strap of your bag.
“um yeah, im going out tonight.”
roman’s expression barely changed.
barely.
but you knew him well enough to catch it, i mean shit you had a fucking kid with him, and it made you feel weird everytime you saw him in nessa blue.
the way his eyebrows lifted for half a second.
the way his mouth tightened before he covered it with that usual little smirk.
“oh yeah?”
you looked at him.
“yeah.”
the answer was simple.
roman stared at you for a second, like he was trying to figure out what exactly you meant by it.
then he looked away.
“right.”
he bent down, carefully setting nessa back onto the floor. nessa immediately ran through roman’s house and plopped down on the couch.
roman exhaled through his nose, slow and quiet, but loud enough that you could tell he was trying to fill the awkward silence that set between you two.
he looked over you again,
curled hair
makeup done
little dress
he swallowed down his jealousy.
“so, who you going out with…?”
his voice came out a little more horse then he wanted it to be.
you played with a piece of your hair, a nervous habit of yours
you exhaled
“my boyfriend…”
you whispered.
roman’s jaw clenched under the porch light.
the air between you two thickened like in one of stupid romance movies.
“boyfriend?”
his question hung in the air, like a balloon you couldn’t get down from the ceiling
roman’s hands flexed at his sides, once, twice, like he was physically holding himself back from saying something stupid. his throat moved again with another silent swallow.
his eyes dropped to your lips for half a second.
then your neck.
and done your body again.
eyes dark and hungry, gaze burned over you, slow, possessive, like he was memorizing every inch of your face and body at once. the way the soft porch light caught the curve of your shoulder. how that little dress hugged your waist just right.
you finally spoke up.
“his name is lucas, he’s sweet.”
you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to see how he would react.
and before you could ever process properly:
“ness loves him”
you internally cringed.
fuck.
why did you say that.
roman immediately stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
the second the door clicked shut,he loomed over you, broad shoulders, strong biceps, all 6 foot 2 inches of him, making you tilt your head up
you could smell the cologne that lingered on his skin from this morning, something fresh and smoky
god it made your stomach flip.
“he’s met our daughter?”
his voice was low and calm, but loaded with something neither of you would say out loud. it was almost territorial, like that man meeting his daughter was the worst thing that could ever happened.
your breath hitched.
roman smelled like home. like safety. like yours even though he wasn’t anymore.
and now he was this close, blocking the light from the porch, his shadow swallowing you whole. you could feel the heat rolling off him, the quiet storm in his eyes that only ever showed up when something threatened what mattered most to him.
nessa.
then his voice came out so calm and measured, only made it worse because roman didn’t raise his voice unless things were really bad. this? this controlled tone? that was dangerous territory.
“i’m talking to you. i asked if he met our fucking daughter.”
the curse hit like a slap.
roman never swore around you, especially not about nessa. never in front of her, never even when he was pissed off during arguments. this wasn't just anger it was fury wrapped in ice
and the way he said "our daughter", like it physically pained him to imagine some random guy calling her kid, playing with her toys, sitting at your table while she called him by name?
you flinched.
actually flinched.
because you knew that tone.
that quiet rage meant roman felt violated on a level deeper than jealousy could explain
your mouth opened, but no words came out right away.
because what could you say?
yes? he did?
he ate pizza with us and she climbed into his lap and called him “daddy” too?
god, that would destroy roman completely.
you nodded slowly, not really having words to say to him right now
his breathing slowed.
deliberate.
controlled.
then softly, dangerously soft, he asked:
“does she call him… daddy?”
you closed your eyes and measured every word that you could possibly say, you knew telling him the truth would kill him from the inside out
so you took a deep breath
“i promise i was gonna tell you, i just don’t know who because we never-“
he cut you off, his voice shaky and low
“we never what Y/N? talk to eachother? i text you three times a week asking how you are and you find a fucking minute to tell me im being fucking replaced? real mature of you.”
your eyes widen
“mature?” you scoff
“i’m not mature? i’m raising your fucking daughter because your stupid ass couldn’t pull out fast enough”
roman’s face twisted.
pull out.
those word hit like a slap. like you’d thrown his own past mistakes, his irresponsibility, his impulsiveness that night, right back in his face with full force.
“oh, so now I’m the only one who fucked up?” roman shot back, voice rising just slightly, the first crack of anger breaking through. “you think i don’t pay every damn bill? you think i haven't been there for her every weekend without fail? you’re the one who’s sneaking around fucking every guy in your birds eye view.”
the accusation landed like a punch.
you flinched again.
because you knew you were the villain here in his story right now, and maybe you deserved some of this, but god, did he have to paint you like a slut?
“every guy?” you repeated, eyes flashing.
Your tone turned icy sharp.
“luc is literally the first person I’ve dated since we broke up! are you serious right now?”
roman scoffed, a harsh sound,and ran both hands through his hair in frustration before pointing at your outfit again:
“that dress isn't for pizza night with nessa’s new ‘daddy’.”
you huff out a laugh
“who are you to judge? we’re not fucking together anymore roman, im a grown woman i can date who i want.”
roman’s eyes flashed.
grown woman.
right. of course you were. you had every right to wear whatever dress you wanted, date whoever the hell you wanted, luc, luca, lucas, daddy-fucking-lucas, whatever his name was
and he couldn’t say a damn thing about it.
he took one step closer, not threateningly this time, but with intensity burning behind his gaze, and pointed at your lips.
“and i bet he fucks you too,” roman said quietly.
not accusing.
just stating it like a fact that physically pained him to imagine.
then lower:
“does nessa watch cartoons while her mommy is out getting fucked senseless by some guy who isn't me?”
your breath stopped.
fucked senseless.
the words were crude, so unlike the roman you knew, the one who used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear at 2 a.m. after sex. but right now? he sounded like a man destroyed. like every syllable hurt coming out. your face burned, not because it was untrue (it probably wasn't), but because hearing him say it made everything so real and ugly all at once.
before you could answer, or snap back, you heard nessa’s little voice call out again:
“mommy?”
“can you tuck me in?”
she stood there now.
in her tiny pink pajamas.
holding mr. buns, her stuffed bunny,
eyes wide, confused by how loud mommy and daddy were being on the porch without her
you stepped past roman, and scooped nessa up into your arms
“of course mommy can tuck you in, baby girl” nessa immediately curled into you.
you could still smell roman’s cologne in the air. his presence heavy behind you, but right now, nessa needed you. not drama. bot anger. just mommy.
roman followed silently.
his eyes lingered, just for a second, as you walked ahead of him, your dress swaying slightly with each step.
you looked good.
too good.
and he hated that larry, or whatever, got to see this version of you, the polished hair, the makeup done just right, that dress hugging every curve like it was made for someone else now.
not him.
never him anymore.
but damn, he missed touching you. kissing your neck when no one was around. the way you used to melt into his arms after a long day like nothing else existed but them and Nessa.
he swallowed hard,
jaw tight again, but not from anger this time.
from want.
raw, stupid want that had no business being here right now, with their daughter in your arms and tension thick as blood between two exes who couldn’t stand each other but still burned hot under the surface.
you set nessa down in her little bed and kissed her goodnight,
“mommy’s loves you, pretty girl, i’ll see you monday okay?”
nessa blinked up at you, sleepy but clinging to the moment, like she didn’t want bedtime yet.
“mommy leaving?” she whispered, her voice small and suddenly sad.
you nodded gently, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “yeah baby… but i’ll see you monday.”
she pouted for half a second before reaching out with both arms for one last hug. you leaned down and squeezed her tight, kissing each cheek like always, the kind of kiss only mommies gave that made everything feel safe again.
roman stood in the doorway,
silent.
watching how gentle you were with their daughter, how soft your eyes got when it was just her needing love.
and then Nessa turned her head slightly toward him:
“daddy… tuck me in too?”
you looked behind you at roman
the kinda look that said “you gonna tell your daughter goodnight or just stand there”
roman blinked.
for a second, he didn’t move. like he hadn’t expected to be included. like nessa asking him to tuck her in was some kind of rare privilege now that things were tense between you two.
but then his face softened instantly.
the anger? the jealousy? all gone.
replaced by pure dad mode. gentle, warm, hers.
he stepped forward quietly and sat on the edge of her small bed. the mattress dipped under his weight as he reached over and pulled the blanket up higher where it had slipped down near her feet.
then roman leaned down, pressed a soft kiss right on nessa’s forehead, the same way you did, and whispered:
“love you more than all the stars, baby girl.”
his voice was so tender.
so full of love it almost hurt.
nessa smiled sleepily at him, then snuggled deeper into mr. buns, already drifting off completely.
the door clicked shut behind you both, soft and final.
nessa was asleep. peaceful. oblivious to the storm that had been raging between her parents just minutes before.
roman stood in the hallway now, hands back in his pockets, face unreadable under the dim light from the living room lamp.
he looked at you.
not angry anymore.
not yelling.
just looking.
that same intense gaze he’d had on your porch, but quieter now. heavier with everything unsaid: regret, longing, maybe even a little heartbreak over how things used to be and how they were never going back.
for a second, neither of you spoke.
the house felt too quiet without nessa’s voice filling it up.
then roman exhaled slowly and took one small step toward you again.
“you done being mad?” you asked.
roman tilted his head slightly, like your question surprised him.
done being mad?
he wasn’t sure.
he was still pissed, not at you exactly, but at the situation. at luca existing. at nessa calling someone else “daddy.” but yelling in front of her had made him feel like a monster, and now all that anger just drained into something quieter.
he rubbed the back of his neck, his tell when he felt guilty, and gave a tiny shrug.
“nah,” he admitted quietly.
“i’m not mad.”
a lie.
or half-truth anyway.
but then he added, softer this time:
“i’m hurt.”
you let out a heavy sigh.
“roman, you gotta let me live a little.”
you started walking down the stairs.
the anger that roman had put away came back out at that.
roman’s breath hitched.
let you live a little.
he followed behind as you walked down the stairs, his long strides keeping pace easily, but his jaw tightened again.
that quiet hurt flipped right back into something sharper.
frustration.
resentment.
“so what?” roman said lowly when your feet hit the bottom step.
“we just pretend i don’t exist while my daughter calls another man ‘daddy’ and her mom dates him?”
his voice wasn’t loud.
the jealousy returning full force, barely contained, burning under every word.
your face twisted
“what is up with you roman!”
you whispered, but still stern enough to get your point across
roman didn’t back down.
he stepped right into your space, close but not touching, and lowered his voice to match yours so nessa wouldn’t wake up.
“what’s up with me?” he repeated, eyes blazing.
“you’re out here dating some guy who my daughter calls ‘daddy’ now. you think i’m just supposed to be cool with that? smile and wave at him during exchange days?”
not angry fists this time. just restless energy from everything boiling inside him: insecurity, betrayal, loss.
and then quieter, almost broken:
“i thought she was mine.”
you clenched your teeth.
“well if you spent half as much time with her as i did then things would be different, wouldn’t they?”
the accusation hit like a slap.
roman’s face fell for just a second, but it was enough. you saw the flicker of guilt because he knew you weren’t wrong.
he wasn’t absent.
but compared to you?
no.
he hadn’t been everything like you had been.
and now?
now nessa called some other man “daddy” while roman felt like an outsider in his own daughter’s world.
his voice dropped lower, defensive.
“i see her ever weekend.”
you snapped back.
“you canceled last weekend. and the weekend before you could only keep her friday night because you were ‘busy’ too. too fucking busy for your own daughter.”
roman’s face darkened.
he hated that he got defensive, but you were throwing every single canceled weekend, every late pickup, every time work screwed him over right in his face like it was a crime against fatherhood.
and yeah, he’d missed things.
he knew that.
but damn it, life wasn’t perfect. people had jobs. emergencies happened.
“i’m not perfect!” roman shot back, his voice rising for a second before he caught himself.
he looked toward the stairs, remembering nessa was upstairs sleeping, and forced himself to lower his voice.
“i show up when i can. i pay child support on time. i love her more than anything.”
his chest rose fast.
“you don’t get to act like the only parent who gives a shit.”
“fuck roman, you know what nevermind, i have a date to get to so when you’re ready to actually talk to me you can.”
roman’s eyes widened.
date.
the word slammed into him like a punch to the gut.
you were leaving. right now. to go see luca. the guy who got called daddy by his daughter, the guy you dressed up for, kissed, maybe even slept with, and roman wasn’t even part of that world anymore.
and you were walking out on him mid-fight to go meet this other man?
his heart pounded.
not from anger now.
but from something worse.
rejection.
as soon as your hand touched the doorknob, roman finally snapped.
“you’re really just gonna walk out?”
his voice wasn’t loud.
but it carried through the quiet house.
you froze.
roman took a step forward, his expression shifting between frustration and hurt.
“that’s it?”
he swallowed, looking at you like he couldn’t understand how easily you were leaving.
“we’re having this whole conversation about nessa, about us, about everything that’s been falling apart, and you’re just gonna leave because you have a date?”
his voice softened, but the pain was still there.
“you don’t even want to hear what i have to say?”
“fuck off roman”
roman moved quickly.
before you could even turn the handle, he stepped forward and placed his palm flat against the door above your head, stopping it from opening.
his whole body blocked the exit.
the air between you changed instantly.
it was heavy with hurt, frustration, and everything neither of you wanted to admit was still there.
“don’t fucking do that,” he repeated, his voice low but shaking with emotion.
“i’m not just some guy you can ignore when i’m talking.”
he wasn’t yelling.
he didn’t need to.
the pain was written all over his face.
the way his brows pulled together.
the way his eyes searched yours like he was trying to find the version of you that used to look at him differently.
“i said fuck off.”
the entire house felt frozen around you.
roman’s hand snapped up, fast,
his large fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing, choking, gripping with possessive force as he yanked you forward and crashed his lips onto yours.
this was desperate. Angry. Full of everything they’d been holding back since the breakup: jealousy, longing, regret, love that never died no matter how hard they tried to kill it.
roman’s lips were hot, demanding, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to not hurt, but still claiming, like he needed you to feel exactly who owned this moment.
your fingers twisted into his collar, the same one you used to fix every morning before work, and pulled him closer, deeper. your mouth opened against his with two years of missed kisses exploding all at once: anger, grief for what they lost, and the raw ache of loving someone so much it never went away.
his other hand flew up, cupping the side of your face now, as if remembering how soft your skin was, how perfectly shaped his palm fit around your jaw
his hands moved from your throat and side of your face to grip the backs of your thighs
he lifted you effortlessly, muscles tensing as he hoisted your body up, hands gripping the backs of your thighs like they belonged there.
your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms locking around his neck,
lips never breaking apart, not even when he turned and walked backward toward the couch in the living room.
the house was quiet.
nessa asleep upstairs.
no distractions.
just roman kissing you like a man starved, like Logen had stolen something sacred from him and now it was his turn to reclaim it
he lowered both of you onto the cushions without ever pulling away from that desperate kiss, the couch creaked softly beneath you as Roman settled over your body, his large frame caging yours without crushing, just claiming space like he hadn’t touched you in years.
and honestly?
it felt that way.
roman’s lips moved against yours with a kind of urgency, a need to prove something. to erase lincoln. to remind you that once upon a time, he was the man who knew how your mouth worked best. how hard he could kiss before it turned breathless.
his hands slid under your dress again,
fingers tracing warm skin along your thighs,
inching higher slowly but deliberately
roman’s touch was deliberate,confident, but trembling slightly with restraint.
when his finger slid through your folds,
he felt how wet you were.
not from leo (or whatever)
his thumb brushed over your clit slowly,
teasingly, the first real contact there,and then he pressed down gently,
testing how ready you were for more than just kisses on a couch after an argument about another man.
“does mommy like that?”
his voice, low, rough, right against your ear, sent a shiver straight down your spine.
his thumb kept moving in slow, maddening strokes over your clit, not rushing, just building heat,
watching for every tiny reaction: the hitch of your breath when his finger pressed harder, the way your hips might lift instinctively toward his hand,
and then
without warning, he dipped one finger inside you.
“fuck roman, you’re evil.”
roman smirked against your neck when you cursed him.
that first finger sliding into you, warm, wet, tight around him, was heaven. and the way your body clenched instinctively? the soft gasp that escaped your lips?
“you’re so fucking sensitive mommy, so tight around my fingers, so pretty under me.” roman murmured,
his voice thick with arousal now as he kissed down from your ear to the curve of your shoulder
roman’s lips trailed lower, down your neck, over the delicate collarbone he used to kiss when you were together, and each press of his mouth burned like a brand.
he added a second finger inside you
the stretch was sudden, just enough to make your breath hitch sharply, but not painful.
roman felt you clench around his two fingers, tight and warm, and it nearly undid him. his jaw tightened with the effort to stay calm, controlled, but damn, you were responding so perfectly.
your nails dug into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, little prickles of pressure and he exhaled hard through his nose like even that small touch turned him on more than it should.
he began moving those two fingers slowly,
curling them inside just right,
hitting that spongy spot deep within while still circling your clit with gentle pressure from his thumb
you whimpered out against roman’s lips
“p-please don’t s-stop.”
roman’s heart stopped at the sound of your whimper.
it went right to his cock. hardened him completely where he sat between your legs.
he kissed you again, harder this time, and doubled down on what he was doing:
fingers pumping deeper inside,
thumb pressing firmer on your clit,
rhythm steady but building speed just slightly
roman felt your fingers tugging at his shirt, tiny, impatient pulls, and he broke the kiss just long enough to rip it off himself.
the fabric flew somewhere behind the couch as his bare chest was suddenly exposed, toned, warm from adrenaline and heat between you two.
you two were skin on skin now.
no barriers.
just roman’s naked torso pressing against yours through that dress, and oh god, did he love how close you were again after so long apart.
his free hand slid up under the hem of your dress,
roman’s touch was everywhere at once, overwhelming in the best way.
he leaned down and kissed along your jawline,
then down to bite gently on the soft spot below your ear, the one he used to know drove you crazy, and whispered:
“you’re so wet for me mommy”
his hand moved from your stomach to undone the button on his jeans
not for lawson. or something.
not some new guy.
for him. the father of your child.
without breaking eye contact,
he popped open the button on his jeans,
the metallic click loud in the quiet living room
then came the zipper, slowly sliding down, and suddenly there was tension everywhere: sexual, but emotional. this wasn’t just lust anymore, it was something deeper neither of them wanted to name yet.
roman’s cock sprang free, thick, heavy, fully hard, and the sight of it made your breath catch. he hadn’t touched himself like this in months. not since the breakup. sex had been a distant memory, cold showers and lonely nights pretending he didn’t miss this… miss you.
god he wanted inside you.
he shifted slightly, still hovering over you, but guided his hips forward just enough so that his tip brushed against your panties where his fingers were just a few seconds ago
a tease.
a promise.
an unspoken question: “can i mommy?”
you nodded, grabbing his face and kissed him, hard, hungry, yes, roman didn’t need any more permission.
he crushed his mouth against yours again as he lined himself up,
one hand quickly pulling your panties fully to the side while the other guided his cock through your slick folds, teasing that sensitive spot for just a breath
in one smooth motion,
he pushed inside.
a deep, full slide.
no hesitation.
just heat and friction and the overwhelming sensation of being connected after so long apart.
a low groan tore from roman’s throat,
half relief, half pure ecstasy, as he sank into you completely.
roman’s groan turned into a ragged breath as he bottomed out inside you, so tight, so warm, so perfect, and for a second, he just stayed there.
“god, mommy…”
his voice was thick. shaky. raw with emotion, way more than just lust now.
“i missed you,” he admitted quietly,
almost like the words slipped out by accident before another kiss stole them back.
roman exhaled shakily, his hips stilling deep inside you, both of you breathing each other in.
the kiss broke, neither moved away, just stayed close, foreheads touching again,
lips almost brushing as they spoke for the first time since this started, not with yelling or accusations,but soft words laced with feeling.
roman ran a hand gently through your hair, the strands so familiar he’d know them anywhere, and whispered:
“i don’t wanna fight anymore.”
his voice wasn’t angry. it was tired. honest. like he’d been carrying all that weight alone for months and finally let it drop
then quieter:
“do you love him? lucas?”
you hesitated.
your eyes searched his, whose dark brown ones that used to look at you with so much love before everything fell apart. and now? they were searching. vulnerable. scared of the answer.
you swallowed hard… and shook your head slightly.
not a full “no,”
but not a yes either.
just silence, and maybe regret behind it?
“no,” you whispered finally,
barely audible over the quiet hum of the house around them.
“i don’t.”
roman’s breath hitched when you said no.
his chest tightened, not with anger this time, but something sadder: the realization that maybe
you weren't moving on...
maybe
you were just filling space.
he stayed deep inside you,
not thrusting,
just holding still, like he needed to process what your answer meant before saying anything else.
then, after a long pause:
“so why are you with him?”
“to make you jealous.”
you mutter
roman blinked.
then blinked again, like he hadn’t heard right.
that’s it?
you did it
on purpose?
for him?
a slow wave of emotions crashed over roman not relief exactly (not yet), but confusion… and a weird twist in his gut that almost felt like guilt. because yeah, maybe deep down,
he’d hoped
you still cared.
still wanted him.
but this wasn't healthy.
h e exhaled sharply through his nose,
eyes searching yours now with something softer, hurt mixed with realization:
“you were trying to piss me off?”
you smirked
“well it worked, didn’t it?”
damn you wasn’t wrong.
it had worked.
he’d lost his mind over luca. got jealous in a way that made him look unhinged. yelled at you on your porch like a madman. showed up looking ready to fight.
all because you wanted him to feel something?
To notice how much he missed you?
a quiet laugh escaped him.
not mocking.
not angry.
just resigned amusement mixed with affection he couldn't kill no matter how hard he tried.
“you’re evil,” roman murmured,
then kissed you, soft this time, almost tenderly, as if rewarding her for being so damn clever.
“i guess two negatives make a positive,” he said against your lips, voice low and warm now, almost playful in a way only roman ever got when he wasn’t fighting you or missing you… but with you again
he shifted slightly inside you, not pulling out, but adjusting so his arms could wrap around your back properly, holding you closer than before like suddenly nothing else mattered except this embrace right here
roman shifted his hips slowly, deliberately, and pushed deeper into you, just enough to change the angle and make you feel every inch of him in a whole new way.
a soft whimper escaped your lips, the kind roman lived for when they were together. that tiny, breathy sound meant he’d done something right. made you feel good on purpose.
he smiled against your mouth, a real smile this time, smug but affectionate, and did it again.
one slow, deliberate roll of his hips forward,
watching your face light up with pleasure because yes, you liked it.
you bit your lip the second roman did that again, the slow, deep grind that made your stomach flip and heat pool low in your belly.
that whimper hadn’t been quiet.
and you didn’t even try to hide it this time.
when he kissed you again soft but smug, you broke the kiss first and whispered against his lips:
“you always knew how to do that”
your voice was breathy. flustered. no edge left now not after fighting, not after all those tense weeks apart. just pure want, wrapped in a tenderness neither of you had shown each other in months,
you added softly:
“missed this… missed you”
roman’s rhythm turned messy, uncoordinated in the best way.
at first, he’d been controlled. gentle. savoring every second of being back inside you after so long apart.
but now?
now his hips moved with growing desperation, the kind that came from holding back for too many months and suddenly having everything you wanted again within reach.
Ewch thrust got sloppier:
deeper,
harder,
more erratic, like he couldn’t get enough no matter how much skin-on-skin connection they had.
his breathing turned ragged, hot against your neck where he kept burying his face between kisses.
and when one particularly rough snap of his pelvis made you gasp?
he did it again immediately,
chasing that sound like an addict who finally found their fix after a long dry spell.
“f-fuck! ro- baby please don’t stop!”
you moaned against his neck trying not to wake up nessa
his next thrust came harder than intended,
a little too rough,
but driven by pure emotion: relief, need, love flooding back through every nerve ending.
“shh…” he murmured back instantly, the first tender shushing between them all night, as if remembering nessa slept upstairs and they shouldn’t wake her up with moans or loud sounds.
then softer:
“i gotchu mommy…i got you..”
you melted
so soft. so sweet.
like he remembered exactly how to make you feel safe and lovednot just sexually desired, but cherished. like you wasn’t some random hookup but the mother of his child, the woman who once slept curled against him every night
roman’s thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful now, not just chasing his own pleasure, but yours, too.
he adjusted slightly,
one arm sliding under your back to lift your hips higher,
changing the angle so that with every deep stroke, his cock brushed against that perfect spot inside,the one that made stars explode behind closed eyelids.
roman kissed you like he had all the time in the world, slow, tender, lips moving softly against yours as his thumb returned to your clit.
his thumb circled gently at first,
testing how sensitive you were,
feeling how swollen and warm you already were from everything else. then he increased pressure slightly, just enough to make that coil of pleasure tighten low in your belly.
and still
he kept kissing you through it, the sweetest contrast: his deep, loving kisses paired with those skilled fingers teasing exactly where they knew would push you over the edge.
every stroke inside matched every circle on your clit now, a perfect rhythm meant to build up slowly, until suddenly…
you couldn’t hold back anymore.
you moaned against his lips
“roman im gonna cum”
roman felt your body tense under him, the tiny hitch in your breath, the way your muscles clenched around his cock, and he knew.
you were right there.
his lips curved into a soft smile against yours,
but he didn’t stop kissing you.
didn’t pull back to watch like some might’ve, no, roman kept his mouth sealed over yours,
swallowing every moan that spilled from you as pleasure crested inside.
he pressed deeper with each thrust,
accelerated just slightly with his fingers on your clit…
giving it that extra little push, the final spark needed to ignite the fire.
all while still kissing you like this was sacred.
the moment your orgasm hit, it was quiet, but intense.
no loud cries, just a muffled whimper against roman’s lips as your body seized in wave after wave of pleasure. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing with every throb of release.
roman felt it all.
every contraction.
every shudder through your thighs where his hips pressed into you.
and god,
it was beautiful.
he slowed immediately, not stopping entirely, but gentling his movements to ride the sensation with you rather than chase his own peak too fast. his thumb softened on your clit now, no more teasing pressure, just tender circles to ease you through the aftershocks.
still kissing you,
still holding close…
he let out a shaky breath like he had just come undone watching you.
roman didn’t care about his own release.
mot even a little.
seeing you come apart in his arms, soft, trusting, completely open to him after everything, was worth more than any physical high. the way your lips parted against his when the orgasm hit, the tiny trembles running through your body, how you clung to him like he was home…
it wrecked him emotionally.
he just held you.
kissing slower and slower until it turned into soft pecks on your cheeks, forehead, nose, affectionate touches that spoke louder than words ever could.
his heart pounded, not from exertion or lust, but from love, pure love for this woman who had carried his daughter, endured their separation,
and somehow still fit perfectly in his arms like no time had passed at all.
no rush to finish himself off.
just cradling her close,
running fingers through her hair,
quietly cherishing this fragile moment between them.
roman kept whispering it, over and over, like a prayer, like he’d been holding those words in for months and finally had permission to let them go.
“i love you, mommy.”
full of so much emotion his voice cracked slightly each time.
and then the follow-up:
“so much baby…”
each phrase whispered against your skin, a kiss on your temple, one on your cheekbone, as if sealing each declaration with touch instead of just sound.
it wasn’t dramatic. no grand confession or tears falling (not yet). just roman saying what he felt, the truth that hadn't changed even through all the pain: he loved you. deeply. completely.
his heart had never stopped being hers.
and right here?
in this quiet living room, with both of you still breathing heavily from intimacy…
he meant every word more than ever before
he broke the kiss suddenly and whispered
“we should make another baby”
you snorted, and shook your head.
“you got my fucked up. but maybe one day”
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for the past few weeks, you could tell something was off with roman.
it wasn’t anything obvious.
it was all the little things.
he stopped calling just to tell you about his day. your texts sat unanswered for hours, sometimes days, before he’d send back a dry, one-word reply that sounded nothing like him. whenever you ran into him around town, he’d offer you a quick nod, maybe a mumbled “hey,” before finding an excuse to disappear.
it was strange.
roman had never been distant.
not with you.
did you do something wrong when you two fucked? was he no longer interested in you after you let him do that to you.
you’d lay in bed after work thinking about every possible situation that could be happening,
he was kinda distant before everything even happened.
you picked up your phone, opened your text thread with roman and re-read it all
sunday
3:36 pm “hi romy, do you wanna get dinner tonight”
7:48 pm “sorry if you’re busy, i went out with lola instead”
11:31 pm “i love u romy, call when u can”
monday
9:36 am “hey, just checking in”
11:43 am “roman? are you okay?”
3:47 pm from roman “im fine”
3:48 pm “romyyyyy hiiii, i miss uu”
tuesday
5:43 pm from roman “❤️”
you swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears that pooled in your eyes, you gripped onto your phone hard, your thumb hovering over the call button
you press it.
it rang four times.
roman answered
“what?”
you swallowed again trying to keep your voice from shaking,
“uh hi… i just wanted to check-“
he cut you off
“i said i was fine y/n”
the tears started falling.
“oh” you said with a shaky breath “um sorry, i’ll go.”
your thumb hovers over the hang up button
but roman’s voice cuts through again
“angel, wait.”
your breath hitches
“yeah?”
“i’m sorry babygirl, i don’t know what’s been up recently, i’ve just felt weird since i fucked you, and then you posted me. i just didn’t know how to feel angel” his voice was steady and smooth like he new you were upset too
your heart pounded in your chest, he said it. he actually admitted he’d been acting weird because of you two having sex.
and the post.
you hadn’t thought anything of it at the time. not now…
now everything made sense.
he wasn’t mad about you, he was freaking out over what people might think… or what he thought people would assume about him being publicly claimed like that by someone like you, someone so boldly affectionate online while he'd always been quiet.
“babygirl,” his voice came again softer now regretful “i didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“i don’t know how to act”
roman’s voice cracked a little. roman never showed vulnerability like this.
“i don’t know how to act around you,” he repeated, quieter now, almost confused by himself. “i keep thinking, people saw that post and assumed things. like I was suddenly taken or whatever.”
he paused.
then: “but the truth is… i wanted everyone to know you were mine after we slept together.” his breath hitched slightly, like admitting that out loud cost him something big.
“so why did it make me feel so weird? why couldn’t i text back normal? why did seeing my name pop up scare you?”
another pause, longer this time, heavy with guilt and confusion.
“like jesus christ roman, im not one of your whores. i’m your bestfriend for fucks sake.”
the silence on the other end of the line was deafening.
roman didn’t breathe. didn’t move.
and then a sharp inhale like you’d just punched him in the chest.
“whore?” His voice dropped, low, raw, hurt in a way that made your stomach flip. “you think… i think of you like that?”
he let out a broken kind of laugh, not mocking, but devastated. like he couldn't believe those words came from you, from someone who knew him better than anyone ever had.
“yeah you know what y/n, i fucking did. i treated you like a whore because you are one. you shoved your ass right up against me like you were begging to be fucking touched” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
your breath hitched, the tears started coming out harder
“that’s what you think of me..?”
the line went quiet again, roman’s breathing ragged, like he was fighting to control himself.
then came the worst sound of all: silence.
no defense. no apology. just… nothing.
and that silence? that said everything.
you were his best friend since middle school. you’d held him when his grandpa died, you’d sat with him through panic attacks, cried with him after breakups, been there for every single stupid thing life threw at both of you…and now this?
now he called you a whore like it meant something casual? like sleeping together erased years of loyalty and love?
your chest burned, hot tears streaming down your face as the weight crashed over you:
he didn’t just mess up…
he completely dehumanized what happened between you two, and in doing so, destroyed whatever trust was left standing.
and then roman finally spoke again, voice quieter now, still cold underneath:
“whatever bro. block me or something, i don’t care.”
the words hit like a slap.
roman your romy, the boy who used to text you good morning with heart emojis even when he was sick, just dismissed you like some random girl from a club hookup.
and worse? he didn't sound angry anymore.
he sounded empty.
like he’d already checked out emotionally, and now wanted nothing to do with the fallout of his own cruelty.
you couldn’t breathe through your nose, the sobs were coming too fast, ugly and gasping, tears dripping onto your phone screen as it sat there in silence after his voice had cut off so coldly…
then… one second passed.
two seconds passed…
the buzz of the text hit like a lightning strike. you stared at the screen, breath still uneven from crying.
roman- “i’m coming over”
no explanation. no softener. just those three words, bold and final, like a command or maybe an apology wrapped in panic.
you didn’t respond.
couldn’t.
your chest was tight, your face swollen from tears, heart pounding with that awful mix of hope and dread, the kind you feel right before something life-changing happens… but you don't know if it's good or bad yet.
minutes passed.
then footsteps on the porch outside your apartment, fast ones. roman never knocked unless he was pissed or desperate. and right now? he wasn't knocking at all.
the door swung open without warning and there stood roman hoodie pulled low over his eyes jaw clenched tight as ever but something about him looked shattered underneath it all
he didn’t say anything at first just stepped inside kicked the door shut behind him with his foot and stared at you really stared like he was seeing your face for the first time since everything went wrong
your cheeks were wet tear tracks still fresh on your skin phone still clutched in one hand where you’d dropped it after reading his text
roman’s expression flickered, anger? guilt? regret? something raw, then collapsed into pure devastation
roman didn’t hesitate.
in two long strides he closed the distance between you, hands finding your waist, then sliding down to grip your ass firmly. before you could react, he lifted you up with surprising strength like it was nothing and carried you through the apartment
your breath hitched as his arms locked around your thighs, holding tight while his steps were heavy but sure, straight toward the bedroom door at the end of hall
he kicked it open gently because even now in this moment of raw emotion roman never slammed things unless truly angry (and right now? not angry)
roman lowered you onto the bed slowly, carefully, like he was afraid you’d break or vanish if he moved too fast
the second your back touched the mattress, his lips found your skin
your shirt had ridden up slightly during the carry and without asking or warning roman leaned down and pressed his mouth to your bare hip bone, soft at first,a gentle kiss that sent a shiver through both of you
then another. then another.
each one followed by a hickey: warm suction kisses that bloomed into faint purple marks against your pale skin, not aggressive but tender in their possession like he was claiming what belonged to him again
roman didn’t say a word.
he slid off the bed and onto his knees in front of you, movements deliberate, cold almost,and fixed his eyes on your thighs. they were tense, trembling slightly from crying and everything that just happened
he noticed how tight they clenched together like you were trying to disappear into yourself
and without warmth or kindness he scoffed low under his breath not loud enough for most people to hear but loud enough for you to catch it clear as day
then he grabbed both sides of your thighs with rough hands squeezing hard, not painful but definitely aggressive dominance
roman’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts without asking, tugging them down in one sharp motion. you didn’t fight him, just sat there frozen, heart slamming
the cool air hit your skin but it was nothing compared to the heat of his stare as he looked at what was now exposed: your thighs still bare, panties on, plain cotton ones you’d worn that day because you weren’t trying to impress anyone
he didn’t compliment them.
didn't say they looked cute or soft or anything nice.
instead roman leaned forward slowly and blew a hot breath right over the thin fabric covering your center, just enough pressure through cloth to make you flinch
the second his breath hit, your body reacted, thighs tensed again instinctively and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound
roman saw it.
of course he did.
that little flinch? the way your hips twitched up slightly toward him like they had a mind of their own?
he smirked. not sweet or playful — no. this was cruel amusement. the kind that said “i see how bad you want me but you don’t deserve nice”
without warning he pressed his mouth right against where your panties covered you and kissed once through the fabric, slow, deliberate, then pulled back just enough to watch for another reaction
roman’s voice came out low, rough around the edges, not yelling but cold and cutting in that quiet way that hurts more than screaming
"you’re shaking," he said flatly, eyes locked on your face.
not a question. an observation. like he was dissecting you.
then without waiting for a response:
"why? you scared of me now?"
his tone wasn’t angry, worse than anger. it was detached disappointment mixed with something almost mocking underneath
he leaned in again slowly and this time nipped lightly through your panties, just enough pressure to sting, not biting hard but making his presence felt before pulling back to watch how you’d react
roman’s breath hit your skin again, this time colder, like he was exhaling on purpose to make you shiver
"look at you," he muttered, voice dripping with something sharp and judgmental. "all worked up just from me touching your stupid little panties."
his fingers slid under the elastic band of your waistband now, not pulling them down yet, just teasing, holding them there while his thumb rubbed small circles over the fabric right where it covered you
then suddenly:
"you want me to take these off?"
he asked it like a challenge. like if you said yes he’d laugh at how desperate you sounded
your breath hitched when he asked, the question hanging in the air like a test
you swallowed hard, your mouth dry, and nodded slightly. just once. barely noticeable.
but roman saw it.
of course he did.
a slow, dark smirk curled at the corner of his lips, not kind or sexy, but smug. like you’d handed him power without even fighting for it
"say please," he said flatly, thumb still moving over your panties in lazy circles that weren’t helping anything
his voice was calm. cold authority wrapped around every syllable. no room to negotiate
you opened your mouth, but no sound came out at first
your throat felt tight, shame and want twisting together in a mess. you hadn’t expected him to make you beg. roman never did that before
after a shaky inhale, barely above a whisper:
"please..."
it cracked halfway through.
weak. pathetic maybe, if you were hearing yourself from the outside.
roman’s expression didn’t soften though. not even close.
he just stared for one long second… then slowly started pulling your panties down over your hips
roman took his time.
every inch of fabric he peeled down felt like a lifetime, his fingers slow, deliberate, not gentle but not rough either. just methodical, like undressing you was some chore he had to do
your hips lifted slightly on their own, helping him without thinking, and the second your panties hit mid-thigh level, cold air rushed over your now-bare skin
he didn’t look away from what was exposed. no embarrassment or awe in his eyes. just… observation. clinical almost.
then finally:
"spread."
one word.
flat tone.
not romantic at all
you hesitated.
your legs were already tense, thighs pressed together from nerves, and now roman wanted you to spread? just like that?
a flush crept up your neck. embarrassment burned in your chest. this wasn’t how things used to be between you two. not even close.
but he was staring at you, waiting, patient but unrelenting
after another second of silence, shaky hands slowly slid down and gently pushed your knees apart
not wide open or anything dramatic… just enough space for him to see everything fully now
roman leaned in close again, his face hovering right above where you were now exposed so close you could feel the warmth of his breath
but he didn’t kiss. didn’t lick. didn't do anything meaningful.
instead, he exhaled slowly a hot puff of air that ghosted over your most sensitive skin… then pulled back just as quickly
you twitched.
your hips lifted slightly off the bed instinctively chasing contact that wasn't coming
he saw it. of course he did.
and instead of giving you what your body clearly wanted?
roman smirked, small and cruel this time, and blew another lazy breath against you like it was some kind of joke
roman finally leaned in, but instead of giving you what your body was screaming for, he dragged his lips *just* to the side of where you wanted them most
a soft, almost lazy kiss landed on your inner thigh, high up, close enough that it made your stomach flip… but not where it mattered
then another.
and another.
each one trailing slowly higher with agonizing slowness until his mouth hovered right there, a hair's breadth away from touching properly
he paused.
breathed out gently again, warm air hitting sensitive skin, and then pulled back completely this time sitting back on his heels like nothing happened
finally, finally, roman’s mouth made contact.
but it wasn’t soft. wasn’t tender or sweet like you might’ve imagined in a different moment.
his lips closed gently around your clit, warm and wet through the contact, but he didn’t suck right away. no pressure at first, just holding it there between his lips like he was testing how sensitive you were
then slowly… so slowly…
he applied light suction.
not hard enough to make you cry out, just enough to send an electric pulse straight up your spine that made your whole body tense
his tongue flicked once over the tip immediately after releasing
the second his tongue flicked over your clit, something in you snapped.
all the tension, all the crying earlier, all that hurt and anger from roman’s distance,it melted into pure sensation.
your back arched off the bed without meaning to. a quiet gasp escaped before you could stop it
roman didn’t pull away, i stead he took advantage.
his mouth grew bolder now: lips sealing tighter around your clit while his tongue circled it once… twice… then flattened against it with slow pressure as he sucked properly this time
roman’s mouth became relentless.
his lips stayed locked around your clit, warm and insistent, while his tongue worked in quick circles, small tight movements that were precise and mean because they knew exactly how to make you lose control
the suction increased just a fraction more — not painful but deep enough to send shocks through your entire body. every nerve lit up at once
you couldn’t help it: a whimper slipped out as your hips jerked upward instinctively chasing his mouth again
this time he didn’t pull back or tease. no. he followed the motion instantly pressing closer so his nose brushed against you while still working with ruthless focus
your breath came in short, shaky gasps every exhale trembling as roman’s mouth worked you over with cruel precision
"ah—" the sound slipped out before you could stop it. high-pitched. desperate.
then another whimper followed immediately after when his tongue dragged slowly up your clit and flicked the very tip
your hands flew to his hair without thinking, not pushing or pulling yet, just clutching at the strands like an anchor as your thighs trembled around him
you bit down hard on your lower lip trying to stay quiet… but another soft cry escaped anyway:
"romy..."
the second his name left your lips like that, small, broken, needy, roman froze for half a heartbeat.
just long enough to notice.
then he came back harder.
his mouth clamped down again with more hunger this time: lips sealing tight while his tongue swirled fast in tight circles right over your clit without mercy
you gasped louder now, fingers tightening in his hair as pleasure spiked through you sharply
another whimper tumbled out, higher pitched this time:
"oh god—"
your hips bucked upward again involuntarily chasing the feeling and instinctively trying to press deeper into him
one second his mouth was on you, hot, wet kisses and teasing flicks, and the next, two fingers were sliding into you slowly, carefully, stretching gently as they pushed in deeper.
they weren’t rushed.
not forceful.
just there, curling slightly inside to test your warmth, your readiness, while his thumb brushed over your clit in lazy circles above where his other hand worked below
the dual sensation hit hard: the pressure of fingers filling you just right mixed with the soft suck-and-lick combo from roman’s mouth
and suddenly everything felt overwhelming, too much pleasure building all at once after weeks of emotional distance and physical absence between them two.
but he wasn't stopping.
if anything? he seemed to love how responsive you were already.
roman’s voice was a husky murmur against your skin, low and thick with awe as he spoke for the first time since starting.
"fuck, angel. you’re so tight around my fingers."
the words came out rough, almost reverent, like he’d forgotten how it felt to be this close to you physically. like every little clench of your muscles around his fingers sent sparks through him.
and then?
he moved.
his thumb kept circling slow but firm on your clit while two fingers curled deeper inside, not thrusting yet, just gently pumping in and out at a steady rhythm that matched the teasing licks of his tongue.
but now there was more intention behind each motion: testing what made you gasp louder, what angle had you squirming most under him
because roman wasn't just doing this anymore.
he was studying every reaction. memorizing them.
learning all over again how to make you feel good
roman’s voice was like gravel, thick and warm against your skin every time he spoke between kisses.
"god… you feel so fucking good," he muttered, his lips brushing your inner thigh before dragging another slow kiss higher.
then, without stopping the rhythm of his fingers:
"missed this… missed you like this."
no teasing smirk. no sarcasm. just raw honesty spilling out in hushed tones because right now? He wasn’t holding back anything, not emotions, not praise
his thumb swiped over your clit deliberately as he added:
"so perfect, always been so damn perfect for me."*
and then lower, almost a growl, when you clenched around him again:
"fuck... squeeze my fingers just like that."
each word dripped with affection and hunger mixed together, roman talking dirty to you in that soft but intense way only he could pull off.
you gasped, your breath coming in shallow little pants as roman’s fingers kept moving curling just right inside you while his thumb worked magic on your clit.
then, without thinking, without overanalyzing
"roman—i- i need more,"
you whimpered out suddenly.
Not a demand. not even fully coherent.
just need. raw and aching after weeks of nothing but coldness between them two.
tour hips lifted slightly off the bed instinctively, chasing his touch harder now like if he gave you even an inch more pressure it would unravel everything at once.
because god he was driving you crazy with how good this felt
the metallic clink of roman’s belt buckle echoed quietly in the room as his free hand, still working you gently with fingers and thumb, reached up to undo it.
no rush. no frantic stripping.
just methodical
like he was preparing something.
his pants loosened, then the button popped open, zipper sliding down slowly while his other hand stayed focused on your pleasure, thumb circling, fingers pumping at that perfect angle that had you trembling
and when he finally pushed both jeans and boxers down just enough?
you didn’t see yet, but you felt it.
the shift in heat. the weight of him adjusting between your.
roman wasn't stopping what he was doing to you, not even close.
but now? now there were options.
roman stood in one smooth motion, tall, broad-shouldered, and fully hard.
the second he looked down at you , sprawled on the bed with flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips from his mouth, his expression darkened.
not angry.
no. worse than that.
hungry
and when he gripped your hips, hard, fingers pressing into soft flesh like a claim, his voice came out rougher than before:
"you look so fucking good like this,"
he growled low.
"all messed up because of me."
then another squeeze as he yanked you closer to the edge of the bed by your waist:
"gonna ruin you properly now."
no sweet talk anymore.
just dominance laced with lust, roman taking control after weeks of emotional distance, finally letting himself want what was always his.
you swallowed hard and nodded
roman’s eyes burned into yours, dark, intense, hungry, as you swallowed hard and nodded.
that silent agreement was all the permission he needed
in one swift motion, he hooked his hands under your thighs and pulled you to the very edge of the bed until your hips were flush with him. no space left between them no, just heat meeting heat.
then without another word, because why talk when actions spoke louder? roman grabbed himself at the base with one hand
a thick vein pulsed along his length.
precum glistened at his tip.
he guided himself right where both of you wanted him most.
no teasing this time.
no slow build-up after weeks apart like before
just pure need taking over as roman finally pressed forward
roman’s grip on your hips tightened, painfully, as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear.
"you’ve been such a good little slut for me,"
he muttered darkly, voice dripping with condescension and lust.
no sweetness left now. just pure use.
"all wet and desperate just from my fingers? pathetic."
a sharp slap landed on your inner thigh, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. a reminder: i own this moment.
then he shoved into you in one rough thrust, no gentleness, because right now? Roman wasn't being tender or romantic, he was taking what he'd been denied for weeks...
and as his cock stretched you fully? That same cruel tone dropped again:
"fuck… tight like always… my perfect little whore..."
the moment he was fully seated inside you, roman let out a ragged groan, half pleasure, half possession.
but it didn’t last long before that edge returned.
he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in with deliberate force, setting a punishing pace right from the start. no slow love-making. this wasn’t about intimacy anymore, this was claiming.
"you missed this,"
he sneered through gritted teeth as his hips snapped forward again and again.
"missed being fucked like mine."
one hand pinned your wrist above your head while the other gripped your waist hard, fingers leaving marks you'd feel later, as he used every inch of himself to remind you exactly who owned this body.
and when his thumb found your clit mid-thrust? It wasn't gentle either, just rough circles meant to push you toward orgasm fast. because Roman wanted control over that, too.
your breath came in short, sharp gasps, each thrust from roman knocking the air out of your lungs.
and despite the degrading words, despite how roughly he was taking you
you couldn’t stay silent.
"roman—!"
the cry tore out of you when his thumb pressed harder on your clit, sparks shooting through every nerve.
then another:
"oh my god—!" louder this time, desperate and uncontrolled as pleasure crested fast under his relentless rhythm.
no clever comebacks. no pass.
just raw need spilling out between moans because fuck, he was hitting that spot inside with every deep drive.
and when he leaned down to bite at your collarbone while pounding into you? you whimpered something broken:
"please—i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum..."
begging without even meaning to.
roman heard it.
the broken please the shaky warning that you were close, and his lips curled into a smirk against your skin.
he didn’t slow down.
didn’t soften.
If anything, he got meaner.
"not yet," he growled, biting down harder on your shoulder as his hips snapped forward even faster, brutal precision now aimed at edging you right to the brink but not letting you tip over
his thumb stopped circling and just pressed flat against your clit instead: firm pressure without movement, teasing torture while roman kept fucking into you with deep, punishing thrusts meant to wind every coil tighter.
and when another whine escaped? that desperate sound of someone hanging on by a thread?
he laughed low in his throat, dark amusement laced with dominance, because this was exactly where he wanted you
the tension inside you was unbearable.
roman had you right on the edge, so close to orgasm that your whole body trembled with it, but he wasn’t letting go. not yet.
and when he saw how desperate you looked, lips parted, eyes glassy, thighs shaking around his waist, he leaned down and whispered in your ear:
"you don't get to cum until i say so."
then his mouth crashed onto yours, not a sweet kiss, but a claiming one: messy teeth and tongue as his hips never stopped their ruthless pace...
every thrust drove the pleasure higher…
every second stretched out the torture longer…
and Roman? he was loving every second of watching you unravel under him without release...
your lips were still wet from his kiss when another desperate whine slipped out, high and trembling.
"roman, please—"
you barely recognized your own voice. It was shaky, pleading, begging, like you’d never begged for anything in your life.
tears pricked the corners of your eyes not from sadness but from sheer overstimulation, every nerve lit up with pleasure that had nowhere to go because he wouldn’t let you come…
and then it spilled:
"i can't—i can't take it anymore! please let me cum!"
the words tumbled out in a frantic rush as tears finally escaped, trailing down your temples into the pillow beneath.
you weren’t even thinking about pride or dignity right now, just pure need for release after being edged so cruelly by the man who owned this moment completely.
roman didn’t soften.
didn’t comfort.
he laughed.
a cold, low chuckle that vibrated through his chest as he watched tears roll down your face, not from pain, but from how badly you needed to come and being denied.
"cry all you want,"
he mocked, voice dripping with cruel amusement.
then he deliberately slowed his thrusts, just shallow little movements now, so the friction stayed maddening without relief…
his free hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair at the roots and yanked your head back slightly, exposing your throat as he leaned down to sneer in it:
"you’re such a pathetic mess right now… can't even handle getting fucked unless I let you cum."
no affection.
no warmth.
just Roman using every degrading word possible because this wasn't about love or romance anymore, it was about power... and reminding both of them who controlled what happened next.
the pain in your scalp from his grip mixed with the unbearable pleasure still building low in your belly, a torturous combo.
and Roman? he reveled in it.
"look at you," he taunted, voice icy and sharp as glass.
"my little slut crying because she’s too weak to last without permission."
he released your hair only to slap your cheek lightly, once, more shock than sting, but the humiliation burned worse than any physical pain…
then he sped up again abruptly, slamming into you hard enough that the bed slammed against the wall with each thrust, but still no mercy. no letting go…
his hand clamped around both of yours above your head now, pinning them there while his hips pistoned forward like a machine programmed only for one goal:
to break you further...
the rhythmic thud of the bed hitting the wall echoed through the quiet apartment, each impact timed with roman’s brutal thrusts.
and still, still, he refused to let you tip over.
his lips curled as he watched your face twist in frustrated pleasure, tears now freely streaming down your flushed cheeks. You were shaking all over, completely at his mercy
"you wanna cum?"
he asked it like a joke, voice mocking and high-pitched on purpose to twist the knife.
then without waiting for an answer (not that he cared), roman suddenly pulled out entirely, leaving you empty and aching, just so he could flip you onto your stomach in one rough motion.
no warning.
no gentleness.
just dominance taking whatever position suited him best.
you lifted up onto all fours and pushed your ass into him
roman didn’t hesitate.
the second you were on all fours ass up, back arched instinctively, he grabbed your hips again with that same iron grip and yanked you backward toward him.
no foreplay.
no teasing buildup.
just his cock slamming back into you in one harsh motion, deeper than before because of the new angle, filling every inch of space without room to breathe.
and then came his voice again, dark and mocking right above the sound of skin hitting skin:
"that’s it… take it like a good little whore,"
he growled through clenched teeth as he started pounding into you from behind, hard enough that each thrust made your whole body jolt forward slightly.
his hands dug into your flesh possessively, marking what was his while roman used this position to go even rougher than before.
roman set a relentless pace, each snap of his hips brutal, unforgiving. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, mixed with your muffled whimpers into the sheets.
and he loved it.
loved how you looked like this, completely at his mercy, taking every rough thrust without protest because even in tears and desperation, you weren’t fighting him.
"fucking perfect,"
he spat out between heavy breaths, voice thick with lust and control, as one hand slid around to grab your throat from behind, not squeezing, just holding. a claim. a reminder: i own this.
then his other hand came down on your ass, a sharp, smack, that stung for half a second before turning into heat
no sweet words now.
just Roman using dominance as foreplay, degrading you while fucking you senseless.
you couldn’t stay silent anymore.
the combination of Roman’s iron grip on your throat, the sharp sting of his handprint blooming on your ass, and that relentless pounding from behind, each thrust hitting that spot inside you, shattered whatever was left of your composure.
"roman—i can't—i'm gonna cum!"
you sobbed it out loud this time, voice cracking with desperation.
no permission asked.
no begging for mercy.
just a raw announcement that you were seconds away
and then another cry tore through you as he hit deep again:
"pleasepleasepleaseletmecum!!"
it wasn't even coherent, just one word repeated over and over like a prayer to him, because right now? your orgasm depended entirely on whether he decided to let it happen or not.
roman didn’t answer.
not with words.
instead, he did something worse, better in his mind.
he finally let you come, but not gently. not sweetly.
he crushed your clit between two fingers just as another deep thrust hit that perfect angle inside you… and then leaned down to bite the back of your neck hard while growling:
“cum."
one word.
a command.
not a request.
and like flipping a switch, your body obeyed, muscles clamping around him as the orgasm ripped through you violently: uncontrollable tremors, gasping sobs muffled into the mattress, pleasure so intense it almost hurt because roman had edged you for so long
All while still fucking into you without slowing letting his own release build now that yours was crashing over everything.
roman didn’t stop.
even as your orgasm wracked through you, your body clenching around him in waves, trembling from the intensity of it, he kept moving.
hips pistoning.
thrusts deep and rough.
not gentle aftercare. just pure taking what he wanted now that you were utterly pliant under him
and when his own climax finally hit?
there was no warning. no slowdown.
one second he was pounding into you, the next, his breath hitched sharply, muscles locking up as pleasure spiked hard, and then roman came inside of you.
a hot rush filled you completely while he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding forward once or twice more to milk every last drop out before collapsing slightly over your back, still breathing heavy but silent otherwise.
the second roman’s weight lifted slightly off you, your body went limp.
every muscle melted into the mattress exhausted, oversensitive, and still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. the cool sheets felt good against your flushed skin as you slowly sank deeper into them
mo dramatic cuddling.
no sweet post-sex whispers.
just quiet.
roman rolled onto his back beside you with a soft grunt, one arm thrown over his eyes like he was blocking out light or just processing everything that had happened between coldness weeks ago to this
silence stretched.
not awkward exactly
but not tender either.
more like two people catching their breath after an intense release, emotionally tangled but too drained for words yet.
the shift was quiet.
one moment roman lay still beside you, the next, his arm slid around your waist, gentle this time. not possessive or rough like before… but careful.
and then came the kisses.
soft.
sweet.
repeated over and over again, featherlight pecks all across your face: your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, even the tip of your nose.
no degrading words now.
no dominance.
just tenderness pouring out of him in every tiny kiss he placed on you like an apology without saying it.
his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your cheek as he kept pulling you closer until you were tucked fully against his chest, skin to skin warmth replacing earlier intensity with something softer, quieter, more intimate than sex ever could be right now.. roman’s voice was quiet, softer than you’d heard it in weeks when he finally spoke.
and the words?
they hit your heart like sunlight breaking through clouds after days of gray.
"i love you so much, babygirl..."
just babygirl sweet and affectionate, laced with something tender that made your chest tighten…
he kissed your forehead again as soon as the sentence left his lips… then another on each eyelid… slow and lingering now, like every touch was meant to rebuild everything they'd lost during their cold spell...
one hand cradled the back of your head while his other traced lazy circles on your bare shoulder, no rush to move or do anything else…
Just holding you.
loving you.
whispering those three little words over and over without getting tired.
roman’s voice was warm, gentle in a way that still felt new after days of distance, as he suggested cleaning up.
"let's go get you cleaned up, angel,"
he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your temple before carefully shifting both of you to sit up on the edge of the bed.
he didn’t let go though.
nope.
one strong arm stayed wrapped around your shoulders as he stood with you, keeping close like he couldn’t bear even an inch apart right now
then roman guided you toward the bathroom, bare feet padding softly against hardwood floors, reaching for a warm washcloth and running it under water first
everything about his movements now? careful.
nurturing.
like taking care of something precious… because he loved you more than anything
his angel.
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as the day went by, you had completely forgotten about asking hollis.
truthfully, you didn’t even know how you were supposed to bring it up. you’d never cared enough to ask about his music before.
“hollis,” you called loud enough for him to hear from his room.
a few seconds later, he leaned against the doorway. “yea, what’s up”
“so you know how i never want to listen to your snippets or your music in general”
he raised an eyebrow. “uh huh.”
“well” you rubbed the back of your neck. “i’ve actually been listening to some of your songs.”
he blinked. “seriously”
you nodded. “they’re actually really good.”
he let out a quiet laugh, clearly surprised. “what’s the sudden change”
“i don’t know. i just wanted to get into some new music.”
“right…” he narrowed his eyes.
you rolled your eyes. “why can’t i just compliment you”
“because this is coming from the same person who used to tell me to turn my music off every time i played it.”
“okay, hashtag fairs.”
he laughed. “so what’s the real reason”
“there isn’t one.”
“you’re actually a terrible liar.”
you sighed dramatically. “fine. i was just wondering if you have any new songs dropping”
“actually, yeah,” he said. “we’re dropping a single pretty soon.”
“that’s cool.”
“yeah, we’ve been finishing everything up.”
you nodded, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.
“who’s we though” you asked casually.
he shrugged. “just some of my friends.”
you nodded, pretending to think about it for a second.
“you should invite them over sometime.”
the words left your mouth before you could overthink them.
hollis blinked. “…what”
“what”
he stared at you, waiting for you to laugh and tell him you were joking.
when you didn’t, he let out a confused laugh.
“y/n are you feeling okay”
you frowned. “why wouldn’t i be”
“maybe because you never want to meet anyone,” hollis replied, still looking at you like you’d lost it.
you shrugged.
“that one day when i was rushing out of the house, i kinda met, like two of them. not really, though.”
he nodded slowly.
“exactly. and you practically ran right past them.”
“yeah, well” you looked away for a second. “might as well actually meet them this time.”
hollis studied your face, trying to figure out what had gotten into you.
“well, we do need to finish up our song, so they’ll probably be over sometime this week.” he slipped his hands into his pockets. “i’ll think about inviting everyone over.”
you tried to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
“okay.”
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that night, you decided to stay over at mila’s and head back home early the next morning.
when you walked through the front door, the smell of breakfast immediately filled the house. hollis was standing at the stove cooking while sirena was making herself a cup of tea.
you were never really hungry first thing in the morning, so you planned on quietly walking past them and heading upstairs. unfortunately, hollis noticed you before you could escape.
“y/n, you’re not eating” he called.
you stopped and turned around with a small laugh.
“i’ll take a piece of bacon, i guess.”
he smirked before grabbing a plate and placing a few pieces of bacon on it, handing it over to you.
“there you go.”
you thanked him, taking a bite as you leaned against the kitchen island.
“okay, a few things,” hollis said. “mom wants all of us to go out for lunch today.”
“that’s fine,” you nodded.
“and…” he glanced over at sirena, signaling for her to take over.
sirena smiled. “it’s not really an event, it’s more of a modeling show. i’m walking tonight, and i wanted to know if you’d come with me.”
you frowned apologetically.
“i’d love to, but all of my work stuff is getting transferred to my new place today. i have to make sure everything goes through.”
“that’s okay,” sirena said reassuringly. “it doesn’t start until eight, so if everything gets done and you’re not too tired, you should come.”
you smiled.
“i’ll let you know around five”
“perfect,” she said.
“thanks,” you replied before taking another bite of your bacon.
the three of you stayed in the kitchen for a little while longer, talking about the plans for the day before everyone eventually went off to get ready.
everything at work ended up going smoothly, and by the time you finished, you still had plenty of energy. you called sirena to let her know you could make it.
“i’m on my way,” you told her.
“yay i’ll see you soon,” she said before hanging up.
when you arrived at the venue, hollis was already there waiting for you near the entrance.
“look who actually made it,” he teased.
“don’t get used to it, i’m just here for sirena” you laughed.
the two of you headed inside and found your seats just as the lights dimmed.
one look after another made its way down the runway until sirena finally stepped out. she looked completely in her element, confidently modeling each piece as cameras flashed around her. you and hollis exchanged a smile, both clearly proud of her.
once her final walk was over, she disappeared backstage while the rest of the show continued.
after everything wrapped up, some guests began heading home while others stayed behind, talking with the models, designers, and photographers. waiters walked around with drinks as music played quietly in the background.
a few minutes later, sirena came over with a huge smile.
hollis got up to give her a kiss.
“so” she asked excitedly. “what did you think”
“you were amazing,” you smiled, giving her a hug.
“hollis” she asked.
“you were stunning” he grinned. “like always.”
sirena laughed. “thanks. i’m really glad you both came.”
sirena had asked if it was okay to post it and she wouldn’t tag you for your privacy reason.
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you had seen all the posts of everyone trying to figure out who you were and whether you were really hollis’ sister.
the minute you came to la, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later.
your face had been hidden, but that didn’t stop people from zooming in, making theories, and trying to figure out your identity.
surprisingly, no one had guessed your instagram or found any of your other social media accounts. every account people claimed was yours turned out to be wrong, and somehow.
except, when you opened instagram later that night, there was one new follower.
your account had always been private, and you rarely got follow requests from people outside your circle. staring at the unfamiliar username, a small knot formed in your stomach.
maybe it was nothing. or maybe someone had finally figured it out.
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tattoo artist rommulas x bsf!reader
❕cw ❕unprotected sex, backshots, oral (f receiving) aftercare
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the shop always smelled like green soap, black ink, and cigarettes.
not because anyone actually smoked inside anymore.
roman just carried the smell around with him.
you’d been sitting in the cracked leather chair by the front counter for almost an hour, legs crossed. one of the springs in the chair squeaked whenever you shifted as you lazily flipped through one of roman’s sketchbooks he always left lying around.
page after page.
animals, rendered with delicate precision.
landscapes, bleeding with memories of trips you’d taken together.
your profile drawn mid-laugh during that summer barbecue when you’d spilled soda down your shirt. your eyes captured perfectly beneath a dim streetlight at two in the morning outside a gas station. even just your hand wrapped around a coffee cup on some random tuesday morning he’d apparently memorized without ever saying a word.
then came cars, always muscle cars.
wildflowers pressed carefully between paper-thin sheets.
guns.
then you again.
this time sleeping, curled up on his couch last winter beneath three blankets because he kept turning the thermostat down “for art reasons.”
you just snorted, trying not to think too hard about how he knew where every freckle sat across your face.
or how he somehow remembered the exact way your nose crinkled whenever you laughed.
still flipping through the sketchbook, you found yourself reading all the little notes he’d scribbled in the margins.
one page simply read:
don’t text your ex.
underneath it, in different handwriting:
call angel.
you bit your lip.
he always called you that.
even when he was mad because you’d scared him.
even when he’d driven all the way to your apartment just to hug you after having a bad day.
roman’s voice drifted from the back room.
you snapped back into reality.
“hey, angel… whatcha doing?”
he stepped through the curtain, wiping black ink from his gloves.
you looked over at him, taking in his features.
his hair was pulled into a messy bun.
his shirt hung half unbuttoned.
his jeans rested low on his hips.
fuck.
he was your best friend, for christ’s sake.
why did you care what he looked like?
why did it make you so flustered that he’d drawn you so many times?
“looking through your sketches.”
you answered while still staring at him with wide, curious eyes.
“how long you been here?”
his gaze swept over you once.
“uhhh…” you glanced down at your phone. “about an hour or so…?”
roman’s eyes widened.
“an hour? angel, why didn’t you come say hi?” he smiled that stupid crooked smile he’d had since he was sixteen.
you shrugged, suddenly feeling like a scolded puppy.
“i was just waiting till you could do my tattoo” you smiled
roman's smile softened, that quiet warmth he only ever showed you lighting up his whole face. he took a step closer, still wiping ink off his fingers onto the hem of his shirt, like he always did.
"your tattoo," he repeated, voice low and teasing. "right. you're getting one today."
he leaned against the counter beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touched his biceps.
you swallowed hard, fuck.
the shop clock ticked softly behind him, a metronome counting down to something neither of you were naming yet.
his eyes flicked back to the sketchbook in your lap, the page open with you asleep on his couch, and for half a second? his expression did this thing. Like guilt wrapped in tenderness wrapped in something too fragile to name.
then it was gone.
"alright angel," roman said suddenly, pushing upright again with sudden energy; the kind artists get when they’re about to create something important. "c'mon back."
you followed roman into the back part of the store into his personal little studio that had a nice chair and didn’t smell like cigarettes
“take your shirt off.” he says setting up the tattoo station
the studio was quiet, bathed in soft amber light from the desk lamp roman always used, warm and focused, like a spotlight on something sacred.
you peeled off your oversized band tee without hesitation. it slid down your arms easily, revealing smooth skin dotted with old freckles and the faint outline of a shoulder strap tan line.
roman didn’t look right away, not immediately. he busied himself sterilizing tools: wiping surfaces with alcohol swabs, adjusting his machine’s settings. his back was to you as he worked, his messy bun slightly loosened now, and for a second it felt almost normal.
then he turned around.
and stopped.
just... stopped breathing for half a beat too long when his eyes landed on you standing there in just your bra and low-rise jeans, the dim light catching every curve like it had been painted just to highlight you today specifically somehow, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before,
i mean you two were bathed together when you were little
and he’s seen you in a bikini plenty of times.
so why was this different
his jaw flexed once before he cleared his throat quietly
“uh your.. uh.. your bra too.”
you nodded and unhooked the clasp on your back, sliding the lacy fabric down your shoulders.
roman watched every move you made,
how your hands moved, how you slid the fabric down trusting him go see you bare and naked.
he swallowed when your bra fell into your hands
he stared at your boobs for about 15 seconds before he realized he zoned out
the silence stretched, thick and electric, like the air before a storm. roman’s breath hitched again. just slightly. a tiny crack in his usual cool demeanor.
he wasn’t looking away fast enough, not to be polite, not to play it casual, but he wasn’t staring either. it was somewhere in between: frozen awareness, the kind where your brain short-circuits because holy shit she’s real, and this is happening right now.
you stood there completely bare from the waist up, skin pale with that one freckle just above your collarbone you always forgot about and roman?
roman suddenly remembered how much he liked drawing you last winter when you were asleep on his couch wrapped in blankets… but now seeing it all live?
it punched him right through every defense he ever built around affection that didn't come with words or explanations.
his fingers twitched at his sides as if unsure what they were supposed to do first: reach for gloves? adjust lighting? or maybe just... touch? but then reality snapped back into place, the professional artist mode kicking in like armor
you laid down in the chair pressing your front against the cold thin fabric that covered the leather chair, the cold hit your skin instantly, sharp and startling after the warmth of being clothed. you exhaled through your nose, shifting slightly as the thin fabric clung to your bare stomach.
roman finally moved.
he grabbed a folded black towel from the counter and gently draped it over you, not all the way covering you, just enough so that only his hands would touch exposed skin during prep. a small boundary. a quiet gesture of care.
the second you lifted your arms to tie your hair up, the towel slipped slightly, just enough for a sliver of bare skin to show along your side.
roman froze mid-reach, stencil paper crumpled in his gloved hand,
his cock hardened his jeans.
his breath caught again, harder this time, and suddenly all that careful professionalism? gone. shattered like glass underfoot.
in one swift motion, he pulled his gloves off and dropped the paper onto the table and closed the distance between you two before either of you could think about it twice.
he crouched beside the chair first, not kissing yet, but cupping your face with one warm hand as if asking permission without words
“stand up and turn around.” he said with a low stern voice
your pulse jumped at the command, low, steady, different, not angry or bossy like how he’d talk to clients who complained about pricing. this was roman, but a version of him you'd never really seen before.
you hesitated for only a heartbeat before sliding off the chair. the towel dropped completely as you turned around.
the studio air felt charged now, thick with something unspoken that had been building quietly between sketchbook pages and shared late-night drives home from diners
roman stood slowly behind you, close enough that his body heat reached your bare back
then his hands were on your hips, firm and careful, he guided you forward gently until both palms rested flat against the cool leather table. roman’s hands slid up your sides, slow, deliberate,
fingers tracing the curve of your ribs, the dip of your waist.
he didn’t speak again. didn’t need to.
every touch was quiet but loud in meaning, the way his thumbs brushed over old scars you never talked about, how one hand came around to rest just beneath your breast without pressure… like he was memorizing you by feel this time instead of through sketches, his hips grinding into your ass
then his lips found the back of your neck, a soft kiss first. just a whisper against skin.
another at the base where hair met shoulder
and then another lower, down along that sensitive spot between spine and muscle, and suddenly it wasn't just affection anymore
you shudder under his touch,
“r-roman? w-what are you doing?”
your voice came out breathless,
smaller than usual, like you’d forgotten how to speak in full sentences.
roman didn’t answer right away.
instead, he pressed another kiss, this time slower, more intentional, right where your neck met your shoulder. a spot that always made you shiver when anyone brushed it… and he knew. he knew things about you without ever being told
then his hands tightened slightly on your waist before sliding around front
one arm wrapped low across your stomach not pulling yet,but holding. Possessive? no… not quite. protective maybe? like he was anchoring himself to something real
and then his lips found the shell of your ear
“do you trust me angel?”
his voice was a whisper, rough, warm, trembling just slightly at the edges like he wasn’t as steady as he wanted to seem.
you nodded.
the quiet click of the button popping open echoed in the small studio.
roman’s fingers moved carefully, slow, like he was giving you every chance to say stop. to pull away. to laugh it off and go back to being just friends who tattoo each other and share fries after midnight
but you didn’t move.
you stayed still, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it, and when his hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, easing them down over your hips with deliberate gentleness…
a shiver ran through your whole body
not from cold
from this, from Roman touching you like this for real now instead of just drawing how soft your skin looked in lamplight
the sound of his belt clinking against the metal table leg broke the silence, soft, metallic.
roman didn’t rush. he kicked off his boots first, then shed everything else in one smooth motion, jeans pooling at his ankles, boxers following with quiet vulnerability
he pulled your panties down the a rough yank, he was trying to go slow but the way your ass hit the head of his cock made him groan
the groan ripped out of him, raw, involuntary, like he hadn’t meant to make a sound at all.
it was heat, it was pressure. the sudden contact sending electric shocks straight through his nerves because you were bare now too, and your skin against his…
roman’s hands flew back to your hips instantly, gripping hard, holding like you might vanish if he didn’t anchor himself
“come on angel, bend over, i wanna fuck you from the back”
his voice was low, urgent, and needy, it sent a jolt straight through you.
it wasn’t the roman who sketched quietly or argued about art theory. this his was a different version: rough at the edges, breathing unevenly like he’d been holding his breath for years
you obeyed without hesitation, turning fully toward the table now and bending forward slowly until your tits pressed into cool leather
the position exposed everything, the curve of your back, how perfectly round your ass looked under dim light, and before you could even steady yourself…
roman pushed into her with a hard thrust, it was deep, unrelenting and sudden, like he’d been waiting forever and couldn’t stand another second of not being inside you.
a gasp tore from your lips, not pain, but surprise, the stretch overwhelming in its intensity because roman wasn't small, the way your pussy clenched around him, tight, hot, perfect, made roman’s breath hitch in his throat.
a guttural sound escaped him this time, not quite a groan, not quite a curse, just pure animal reaction as his hips jerked forward on instinct
he didn’t pull out. didn’t slow down.
instead? he pushed deeper with another hard thrust, the chair creaking slightly beneath you both, and one of his hands slid up your spine before fisting gently into the hair at the nape of your neck
he pulled hard to make you moan
he said “i wanna hear you angel, i wanna hear everything i make you feel while im pounding into this tiny pussy”
the sharp tug on your hair arched your back perfectly, exposing every curve, tilting your head just right so his lips could find the sensitive spot behind your ear
and then he pounded.
no more hesitation. no softness now, just raw need unleashed after years of pretending this wasn’t simmering between sketchbook pages and late-night drives home
each thrust was deep, deliberate, his hips snapping forward with controlled force, and when you moaned? high-pitched and breathy like it slipped out without permission?
roman’s grip tightened in satisfaction
“again,” he growled against the shell of your ear. “louder.”
your moans came easier after that, spilling out in little gasps and broken whimpers with every hard thrust, because roman wasn’t playing nice.
when the next moan slipped free, a soft, desperate "oh god" he rewarded it by biting gently at your shoulder before driving into you even harder
roman’s other hand slid down from your hip to where your bodies joined, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves through slick heat
you gasped hard
“ro-roman, fuck, roman please”
the way you said his name broken, pleading, sent a shockwave straight through him.
roman’s thumb pressed firmer against your clit, rubbing slow circles at first, testing how sensitive you were, and when your whole body jerked and another gasp tore out of you?
he smiled wide
mean, cocky
so his thumb got bolder, faster circles now, firm and relentless,as his thrusts picked up pace
“you gonne come angel? you want me to let you come?” his voice came out rough and hard
you nodded fast
“please ro-roman, pl-please..”
The *please* shattered whatever last thread of control Roman had left.
his voice went dominant in a way you’d never heard before, all gravel and heat, and he didn’t make you beg twice
“come then,” he ordered, low and commanding right against your ear. “right now.”
and just like that, his thumb pressed down harder on your clit while his hips snapped forward with punishing force
no buildup. no warning.
just release.
your orgasm crashed over you instantly
a white-hot wave tearing through every nerve, and the sound? a choked cry mixed with his name as your body clenched around him wildly
roman didn’t pause.
the second your orgasm hit, he moved strong arms spinning you around before lifting you onto the chair like it weighed nothing
then he was on his knees in front of you, fast, hungry, and without hesitation, his mouth found your center
his tongue dragged through slick heat with a slow precision that made your back arch off the seat. no teasing at first. just pure devotion, licking deep and thorough like this was something sacred
meanwhile?
his hand wrapped around his own cock, the thick length still glistening from being inside you, and started pumping slowly… matching each stroke to another long swipe of his tongue
roman’s mouth was relentless, hot, wet, perfect, and the contrast between his soft tongue and your oversensitive nerves made every lick send jolts up your spine
you gripped his hair tight, not pushing, just holding, as if you needed an anchor in a world that had suddenly tilted
and god… he looked good like this. on his knees for you, eyes half-lidded with desire but focused only on pleasuring you further even though he was hard as steel and stroking himself slowly beside it all
his thumb brushed over the head of his cock absently, teasing more than anything, and when a low groan rumbled from him through where he still had lips sealed to your skin?
the vibration from his groan traveled straight through you, electric, and your thighs tensed around his head instinctively
roman didn’t pull back though.
no, he doubled down, sucking gently now where he’d just licked, before swirling his tongue in slow circles over that hypersensitive bundle of nerves
his free hand slid up your thigh, the one draped over his shoulder, and squeezed lightly. a grounding touch.
his other hand worked himself faster now, not desperate, but with increasing urgency like the taste and feel of you was driving him wild too
the room filled with quiet sounds, your shaky breathing, the slick noise of his mouth on you, the soft slap of his hand jerking himself off
roman was lost in it.
completely gone. All artist focus turned into pure, need, for your taste, for your reactions, for how tight and warm you’d been around him moments ago
he sucked hard on your clit and the second he sucked your entire body locked up
“fuck! roman ro, please im gonna come”
it was too much. too good. the orgasm you’d just had barely minutes ago still humming through your nerves, and now this? roman’s mouth on you like that?
you screamed his name, half-sob, half-moan, and your hips jerked forward off the chair
he held your clit between his lips and kept sucking, relentless as a storm, while two fingers suddenly slipped inside you without warning
and then? he curled them
the moment his fingers curled inside you, just right, hitting that spot, your vision whited out
a second orgasm ripped through you like lightning, fiercer than the first because it was unexpected and roman caused it
your back arched violently off the chair as your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stopnot even when a broken sob tore from your throat
he kept sucking. kept curling those fingers.
pushing you higher. deeper. overwhelming every sense until all you could do was gasp and tremble under him
roman only stopped when he felt your body go completely limp,the kind of exhaustion that comes after being wrecked by pleasure
he slowly pulled his fingers out, then lifted his head to look at you
your chest rose and fell rapidly. your eyes were glassy. hair a mess from gripping it. lips parted. roman pressed one soft kiss to your inner thigh, gentle this time. before standing up fully again
his cock was still hard as ever though… throbbing with need after all that teasing himself while focusing on you
roman’s jaw clenched as he looked down at you, completely undone, breathless, his.
he was still painfully hard. the blood rushing south hadn’t cooled one bit, if anything, watching you come apart like that made him needier
but instead of climbing back on top right away…
he grabbed a clean rag from the counter and dampened it with water before kneeling again not to touch himself or demand anything but to gently wipe your thighs.
tender in a way only roman could be after being so rough
then he kissed your forehead softly
“you okay angel?”
he tucked his dick back into his boxers, completely ignoring his needs to take care of you
you nodded with heavy eyes
“i’ll be okay romey”
he kissed your forehead, and pulled your panties back up your legs
“you just lay there and i’ll get started on your tattoo okay? i’ll go slow”
he gave you a slow kiss on the lips
you laid back down on your stomach, closing your eyes for a few minutes before roman starts on your tattoo.
he whispers into your ear constantly
“i love you angel”
“you’re okay”
“you’re so pretty”
it felt right letting your bestfriend, take care of you.
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001
rommulas x fem!reader -
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the day had finally come for you to move to la. everything had already been moved into hollis’ place. it was just you that had to make the trip.
at the last minute, hollis remembered he had to head to the studio to finish a song, so he asked sirena to pick you up from the airport instead.
you didn’t mind, though.
your flight landed early, around 6am, so you and sirena decided to grab coffee before heading back to the house.
the rest of the morning was spent unpacking your things, getting your room set up, and talking about everything that had happened since the trip to japan.
after a while, sirena checked the time and let out a small sigh. she had completely forgotten about a photoshoot she was supposed to be at that afternoon.
after apologizing a dozen times and making sure you’d be okay on your own, she grabbed her bag, gave you a quick hug, and headed out the door.
the house suddenly felt a lot quieter.
after sirena left, you figured you might as well take advantage of the quiet house. you grabbed a change of clothes and took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion from your early flight.
by the time you finished, your body still felt heavy. jet lag was definitely catching up to you.
telling yourself you’d only close your eyes for an hour, you climbed into bed.
the next thing you knew, your phone read a little after 5pm.
“shit…”
you sat up, realizing you’d slept a lot longer than you meant to. after throwing on a fresh outfit and fixing your hair, you checked your phone, only to see a text from one of your friend.
mila: we still going out? (sorry i had to add mila in this ho too)
your eyes widened.
you’d completely forgotten.
after quickly texting back that you were on your way, you rushed downstairs, nearly missing the last few steps.
“hollis” you called out.
“in the kitchen.”
you poked your head in just long enough to see hollis talking with a couple of guys.
“you’re finally awake,” hollis laughed.
“don’t start,” you smiled, slipping your shoes on by the door. “i actually have to run.”
he raised an eyebrow.
“already, you just woke up.”
“i promised i’d meet up with my friend, and i totally forgot.”
“alright,” he nodded. “just text me if you need anything.”
“i will.”
with a quick wave, you grabbed your bag and headed out the front door before anyone else in the kitchen had the chance to introduce themselves.
the brief glance you caught of the two strangers was enough to know hollis had company, but names would have to wait for another day.
roman’s pov
i looked up from my phone when i heard footsteps coming from upstairs.
a girl with long, wavy brown hair rounded the corner, still looking half asleep. she was wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans, her hair still slightly damp like she’d just gotten out of the shower.
i’d been coming over to hollis’ place for a while now, and i’d never seen her before.
before i could ask who she was, she called out for hollis.
they talked for barely a minute before she grabbed her bag and hurried out the front door.
the whole interaction lasted maybe thirty seconds.
as soon as the front door shut, ryan looked over at hollis with the most disappointed expression i’d ever seen.
“dude,” he sighed. “i thought you and sirena were going strong.”
hollis blinked. “we are.”
ryan stared at him. “so you’re cheating on sirena”
hollis looked genuinely horrified.
“what no. what the fuck are you talking about”
“don’t try to manipulate me. the girl that just left.” ryan pointed toward the front door.
there was a beat of silence before hollis started laughing. “oh. no, that’s my sister.”
the room went quiet.
me and ryan looked at each other before looking back at hollis.
“you have a sister” i asked.
“yeah.”
“since when” ryan said.
hollis gave him a look. “since literally forever.”
“we’ve known you for how long,” ryan said, “and this is the first time we’re hearing about her”
“because she lives her own life,” hollis shrugged. “she’s been in new york since she turned eighteen.”
“older or younger” i asked.
“older.”
me and ryan exchanged a look.
“you have an older sister” ryan asked, clearly caught off guard.
“yes,” hollis replied.
“how much older” i asked.
“she’s twenty three.”
ryan rested his elbows on the counter, clearly nowhere near done asking questions.
“what’s her name”
“is she staying here”
“she moved to la”
“she got a boyfriend”
hollis rolled his eyes before pointing toward the front door.
“alright, that’s enough questions for today.”
“damn,” ryan laughed. “couldn’t get one more answer”
i didn’t say anything after that.
for some reason, i couldn’t get the image of hollis’ sister. i hadn’t even learned her name.
only your two best friends knew hollis was your brother because they had grown up with him too.
when you got to the restaurant, it wasn’t anything fancy. just a small local place with outdoor seating. you spotted mila already sitting at a table outside, scrolling on her phone while she waited.
both she and jade had come to visit you when you were living in nyc, but it had been well over a year since you’d last seen either of them.
the second mila looked up and caught your eyes, a huge smile spread across her face. she stood up immediately and hurried over, wrapping you in a tight hug.
“oh em gee, mila, i could actually cry,” you laughed, squeezing her back.
“y/n, baby, i missed you so much,” mila said. “oh, and jade couldn’t make it. she got called into work last minute.”
“it’s okay,” you smiled. “i live here now, so we’ve got plenty of time.”
mila grinned. “i like the sound of that.”
the two of you sat down, looking over the menus for all of five seconds before deciding you were both starving.
“okay,” mila said, setting her menu down. “let’s order.”
after placing your orders, the food came out surprisingly fast, giving you barely enough time to keep catching up before the plates were set in front of you.
as you ate, the conversation never stopped. you talked about everything you’d missed over the past year like life in new york, moving back, old memories, and all the little things that couldn’t be explained over text.
after taking another bite, mila looked at you with a curious smile.
“so have you met any of hollis’ friends yet”
you shrugged. “kind of. i was in a rush earlier, but there were two guys with him. i didn’t really get a good look at them though.”
mila raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested.
“really, that’s surprising. hollis is usually introducing everyone.”
you laughed and shook your head. “i’m honestly not trying to get to know them.”
“why not” mila asked.
“because then hollis is gonna try to drag me into whatever they’re doing every weekend,” you said with a grin. “i just moved back. i kinda want my own life.”
mila laughed, shaking her head.
“well, you’re gonna have to get over not wanting to know them now that you’re living in la.” she said.
“plus,they’re your brother’s friends. it’s kind of unavoidable.”
you let out a dramatic sigh.
“don’t remind me.”
“i’m just saying,” mila smiled. “it’s bound to happen sooner or later.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “we’ll see.”
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r o m m u l a s x r e a d e r
07
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the bass is loud enough that you can hear it before roman even turns onto ryan’s street.
cars line both sides of the road, music pours out of the open windows, and people are already hanging around the front yard.
“told you we’d be late,” you mumble, checking your reflection in the passenger mirror one last time.
roman shrugs. “we’re not late. they lucky we showing up.”
you roll your eyes. “i basically forced everyone to come to the party.”
“exactly. they should be thanking you.”
you laugh, shaking your head as the two of you get out of the car.
the second you step onto the driveway, someone yells, “they’re here”
ryan walks over with a red cup in his hand, already smiling. “look who finally decided to show up.”
“aw, missed us” roman asks.
ryan pretends to think about it for a second. “now that you say it, not really.”
“okay, rude.”
ryan grins before pulling roman into one of those quick dap ups.
after talking outside for a few minutes, the three of you head inside.
jade and mila are curled up on the couch, laughing so hard jade has tears running down her face.
ella’s sitting on the armrest, trying to tell a story while nate keeps interrupting her every five seconds.
“that is not what happened,” ella says, shoving his shoulder.
“it literally is,” nate argues.
“you weren’t even there.”
you laugh as you walk over.
“what’d we miss”
mila points across the room. “ryan tried to do a backflip off the pool table earlier.”
“and” you say.
“he landed on the floor.” jade snorts.
you glance over at ryan, trying not to laugh.
“i’m alive, aren’t i” he says.
“you laid there for like twenty seconds,” nate adds. “i thought we had to call an ambulance.”
“you laughed before you checked on me,” ryan says.
“obviously.”
everyone laughs.
you turn toward the kitchen.
hollis is leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers, talking to a couple people you don’t recognize. he notices you almost immediately.
you catch his eye and lift your hand, motioning for him to come over.
he nods once before stepping away from the conversation.
“be right back.”
he makes his way through the crowd, weaving between groups of people and sidestepping someone dancing with a drink balanced way too close to the edge.
“finally,” he says once he reaches you.
“finally” you repeat.
“thought roman got lost.”
roman looks over from where he’s standing with ryan.
“ryan has lived here forever. how would i possibly get lost”
“because you always do,” nate calls from the couch.
“one time.”
“every time,” hollis corrects.
roman points at him. “you’re actually my biggest hater.”
“someone has to keep you humble.”
you laugh, watching the two of them stare at each other before roman lets out a dramatic sigh.
“whatever.”
“that’s what i thought,” hollis says with a smirk.
nate walks over carrying a bowl of chips. “are y’all just gonna stand here beefing with each other all night”
“probably,” you answer.
“good,” jade says. “it’s entertaining.”
nate nods in agreement. “i got five bucks on hollis winning.”
“winning what” roman asks.
“the argument.”
“there isn’t even a competition.”
“exactly,” nate says. “that’s why i’m betting on hollis.”
roman shakes his head. “i’m surrounded by haters.”
“you’ll live,” ryan says, patting him on the shoulder.
roman looks over at you with the most offended expression he can manage.
“you gonna defend me or what”
you smile and step closer to him. “maybe.”
“maybe”
“depends.”
“on what”
you reach over and fix the collar of his shirt before slipping your hand into his.
“on whether you admit hollis has a point.”
roman groans dramatically. “seriously”
“i’m so serious.”
he looks around the room, hoping someone will back him up.
instead, everyone starts laughing.
“unbelievable,” he mutters, lacing his fingers with yours anyway.
“you still here with me” you tease.
he smiles, giving your hand a small squeeze.
“yeah,” he says. “kinda stuck with you now.”
“good.”
“good.”
ryan watches the two of you for a second before making a face.
“alright, that’s enough. y’all are being cute in my house.”
“jade right there by the way.” roman tells him
the room fills with laughter as roman pulls you a little closer to him, your hand still locked in his while the party carries on around you.
roman leans down so only you can hear him.
“hey.”
“yes”
he smiles, his thumb brushing over your hand.
“i love you. be my girlfriend”
you blink, caught off guard.
a smile spreads across your face.
“i love you too, and yes.”
he lets out a quiet laugh, presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and slips his hand back into yours before anyone notices.
you’d never thought roman would tell you he loved you, let alone ask you to be his girlfriend.
and it all started from you seeing him around and him seeing you around.
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The Vanity
rommulas x fem makeup artist
❕cw❕fingers in mouth, fingering, pnv, unprotected sex, little bit of choking, degrading, roman kinda being an ass hole.
i think that’s all
let me know if i missed anything!!
(a/n- i wrote this in like and hour so please don’t mind if my spelling is bad)
have fun!
the vanity was always too bright.
rows of bulbs framed the mirror, bleaching the room in warm white light until every flaw, every crease, every imperfection had nowhere to hide. it was your favorite place on set.
it was also where roman spent most of his mornings. being roman leal’s makeup artist was weird.
not because he was difficult. he wasn’t.
it was the way he’d stare at your tits or hold onto the backs of your thighs.
but he sat still, listened when you asked him to tilt his chin, never complained when you accidentally tugged at his curls.
it was weird because he looked at you.
constantly.
you felt it before you saw it.
the weight of his eyes while you unpacked your kit, arranging brushes into neat rows. while you leaned over the counter searching for the right shade of concealer. while you crossed the room to grab another palette.
every glance lingered just a second too long.
like he wasn’t trying to hide it.
“you done staring?”
the words slipped out before you could stop them.
roman looked up from the chair, completely unfazed.
“i wasn’t.”
“you literally were.” you scoffed out.
he shrugged.
“i like watching people work.”
you rolled your eyes, twisting open a bottle of primer.
“sure.”
he smiled to himself.
“you don’t believe me.”
“obviously not, you’re staring at my tits.”
you stepped between his knees, one hand lightly resting beneath his jaw to steady him.
“chin up.”
he obeyed immediately.
the room fell quiet except for the soft tap of your sponge against his skin. you focused on blending foundation along his cheekbones, pretending you couldn’t feel his gaze wondering over your body again.
“you always get this close?” he asked.
“i’d be pretty bad at my job if i didn’t.”
“hm.” he smirked.
“what?”
“nothing.”
you sighed.
“roman.”
“i just never realized your eyes change color.”
your hand stopped.
“…what?”
“in here.” he gestured vaguely toward the mirror. “sometimes they’re light. sometimes they’re dark.”
heat crept into your face. “you notice weird things.” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“i notice everything.”
you laughed under your breath.
“that’s concerning.”
“for you or for me?”
“for everyone.”
his grin widened.
the next twenty minutes passed in comfortable silence.
concealer.
powder.
contour.
you brushed bronzer across his temples before stepping back to inspect your work.
“look at me.”
he did.
“no.” you shook your head with a smile. “not me. the mirror.”
“i know what i look like.”
“i need you to—”
“i’d rather look at you.”
you blinked.
the words landed so casually that they almost sounded accidental.
almost.
your brush paused midair.
“you say that to all your makeup artists?”
“no.”
“models?”
“no.”
“anyone?”
he held your gaze in the reflection.
“no.”
the trailer suddenly felt much smaller.
you cleared your throat, pretending to fuss over a nonexistent flaw near his eyebrow.
“you’ve got vanity shots in ten.”
“i know.”
“so stop making my job harder.”
“i think i’m making it more interesting.” his sharp nails ran up the side of your thigh.
you couldn’t help the smile that escaped.
“you are unbelievably full of yourself.”
roman finally looked into the mirror.
“i thought that was why you were here.”
you laughed, shaking your head as you reached for the setting spray.
“the vanity,” you muttered.
“what about it?”
“it clearly isn’t the biggest one in this room.”
his laugh echoed off the bulbs, warm enough that, for the first time all morning, you forgot about the lights altogether.
“i know it’s not.” he smirks
“but it’s easiest to put someone on.”
you huff out a laugh
“what does that even mean, roman?”
he looks up at you with those big, beautiful, brown eyes.
“i think you know exactly what i mean, mami.”
you heavy sigh
“no i really don’t, i’m trying to do my job here”
“so stop wiggling, would you?”
his big hands gripped your ass
“come on mami, you know you like me.”
you swallow hard, you can’t help the feeling that started to bubble against your core.
“roman i said stop moving.”
roman’s hands slide up under your shirt.
“yes ma’am.” he smirks.
you try to focus on fixing his eyeliner, but god his hands feel so good against your skin, how he grips harder when you make eye contact, or how his eyes keep looking at your lips.
you clench you thighs together to stop the feeling between them but it just makes it worse.
roman whispers low and rough.
“you okay there, mami?”
you don’t say anything. just swallow hard and nod.
he notices how your trembling against his hand, how your body clenches when you make eye contact.
his hands slid down to undo your belt buckle.
you let out a shaky breath
“what are you doing…?”
he looks up at you with puppy eyes.
“just let me help you baby, i can help you feel better.”
you swallow hard, not saying anything.
his fingers undo your belt and move to unzip your jeans,
your little lacy pink thong showing now.
he smiles big, hungry, desperate.
you drop the makeup brush behind you, your breath hitches as roman’s hands move with practiced hunger, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of your vanilla perfume mixed with his cologne. the vanity digs into your thighs as he lifts you onto it, cold marble against warm skin.
he doesn’t ask twice, his mouth crashes onto yours before you can protest, tongue sliding past your lips like he owns them. When he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice is low, a rough purr that curls heat in your stomach.
“Open.”
you hesitate for half a second before obeying. your jaw slackens; eyes wide under long lashes.
his fingers slip into your mouth first, salty from sweat and salted snacks earlier, and push deeper than expected. you gag slightly when they brush the back of throat but don’t pull away.
"wider," he commands, thumb pressing down on corner of lip until it stretches further. "come on mami… show me how good you are."
tears prickle at corners again, not from pain exactly but pressure, but there's no arguing here tonight not when roman gets this look, dark eyebrows drawn together focus entirely on you, pupils blown black around hazel irises.
his fingers slip beneath lace-edged panties, one of his fingertip circles slow through slickness then dips inside without warning
roman smirks against side neck where teeth grazed skin moments ago leaving faint pink mark blooming now
“such a needy little slut,” he murmurs, biting gently along collarbone. “already soaked… fucking perfect.”
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth wiping the tears from your face.
then suddenly everything shifts
his fingers pump in and out of you with a wet slick sound, making you moan out.
“shh mami, people can hear you.” he nips at the side of your neck, then curls with fingers inside of you
“f-fuck roman, i’m gonna come.”
you whimper out, digging your nails into his back.
“already? you really are just as desperate as i thought, my good little slut.”
he starts kissing the side of your neck again, leaving little red and purple marks
his thumb move to your sensitive clit and rubs in tight circles, purposely overstimulating you,
you whimper softly gripping onto the back of his shirt,
he smiles into your neck
“come on baby girl you can do it,
come like a good girl for me i know you can.”
god his voice is so soothing even when he’s finger fucking you.
you moan out softly, thighs clenching around his hand
eventually a moan rips from your throat
roma a hand comes to cover your mouth.
“shut up. i told you to be quiet.”
you come right on his fingers
but he doesn’t let up he’s gonna keep going until you’re a whimpering crying mess.
his fingers still pump in and out of you but this time sloppier and rougher making you whimper against his hand
“mmm you’re taking this so well, my beautiful girl.”
he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean
your head falls against his shoulder
your breaths are short and ragged.
“you taste so good, you know that?”
you hum in agreement
roman lifts your chin
“you okay?”
you nod, lips parted and eye droopy
“y-yeah, i just need a second.” you breath out
roman kisses you slow, no tongue no teeth, just sweetness.
“fuck..” you swallow.
“fuck is right mami, you better catch your breath, because i’m not done with you yet.”
his hands move down to unzip his jeans,
his cock is painfully hard against his calvin cline boxers.
your breath hitches and you look up at him, and take your bottom lip between your teeth
“what?” he says low and into your ear.
you shake your head
“nothin.. nothin….”
“i still just need a second.”
he rolls his eyes and kisses you again.
“okay seconds up. lift your hips.”
you lift up and he yanks your panties down, he scoffs at the wet mark that was left in them from when you came the first time.
he pulls his boxers down with one hand revealing his thick cock that was already dripping with pre-cum.
your hands grip his shoulders and he pushes in you with one brutal thrust.
you moan out, you head dropping to his shoulder again
“shut up slut, people can hear you, fuck.”
roman grips your hips and pushes in and out of you hard.
“god mami, you’re so fucking tight, holy shit.” he mumbles into your ear
roman's thrusts grow rougher, the vanity shaking under you with every snap of his hips. the makeup bottles rattle, powders spilling, lipsticks rolling off, and somewhere in the back of your mind you think about how messy this is going to be later.
but right now?
nothing matters except him.
his hands are everywhere your ass, your hair, gripping the counter behind you to pull himself deeper, and he’s breathing so hard against your neck like he might actually pass out from how good it feels.
"fucking hell," he grits out between clenched teeth. "You take me so well… fuck… you’re so tight mami"
he kisses you suddenly, hard and desperate and all tongue and teeth, not giving a second for gentleness or romance or any soft shit like that. this isn’t sweet roman leal from interviews on talk shows. this is hungry Roman who hasn’t touched someone in weeks because no one else has ever made him feel this insane…
and then his pace shifts again: faster now; less controlled; more animalistic instinct taking over completely as sweat beads at his temples…
one hand slips down between your bodies,to circle that swollen little bud again while still pounding into you, and when two fingers press right there?
you shatter.
a scream catches in your throat before escaping loud as hell,high-pitched whimper mixed with moan but roman immediately covers half of it by crashing his mouth back onto yours, his hand comes up to grip your throat, squeezing slightly, just as another wave crashes through both of them at once...
roman’s body locks, muscles taut, breath ragged, as he spills inside you, hot cum filling your insides, pulse after pulse hitting deep. he doesn’t pull out right away, just stays there, forehead pressed to yours, lips still slightly connected like the kiss never broke.
for a few seconds? silence.
just heavy breathing. the hum of the vanity lights above. your heartbeat thudding in your ears.
then slowly, so slowly, he lifts his head and looks at you. bot sweetly or tenderly (roman isn’t that guy), but with something softer than hunger now: satisfaction? maybe even affection?
he brushes a sweaty strand of hair from your face with his thumb, the first gentle touch since this whole thing started, and kisses your lips once. quickly.
no words yet though.
just that small press against skin before he finally pulls back carefully…sliding out without making it awkward on purpose…
zips himself up quietly.
fixes his boxers under jeans without looking at anything but movement
then grabs one clean wipe from makeup tray
hands it to you wordlessly
“okay mami,” he’s breathing heavily “i gotta take pictures okay? i’ll text you when im done.”
you nod
he leaves one more kiss on your lips
and smiles.
“bye baby.” you say smug as hell
bring back fingers in mouth 🤤🤤
i love u guys
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y/n frazier …
born december 16th, 2002. aka hollis’ older sister.
surprisingly, you’re not known as 2hollis’ sister. you’ve always tried to keep your life separate from his.
angus and hollis are full brothers, while you’re their half sister.
you’ve been living in new york ever since you turned 18. recently, hollis reached out and invited you to come to japan with him and his girlfriend, sirena.
during the trip to japan, they somehow managed to convince you to move to la. hollis also admitted that he wanted to get closer to you and offered to let you stay with him until you found a place of your own.
what you didn’t know is what you were about to get yourself into with roman (hehe haha sorry)
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