honeybubbles

do you crush on me too?

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intro post

some of u may know me as honey_bubbs on ao3, and that is the only other acc that has this username that is mine.

this is a sideblog to a main that i won't disclose because honeybubbles is my fanfic alias.

my interests change rapidly due to autism which affects what i write about. don't follow for one fandom only bc i may never pick it up again.

i upload all my fics to ao3 first, and will start uploading older ones now.

love u guys

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shouldn't be doing this

loser!Hollis x popular!Roman oneshot

synopsis: Hollis was a loner. Roman had everything. But what they really want is each other.

tags: sub!hollis, whiny!hollis, whorish!roman, porn with a little bit of plot, drunk kissing, frotting, party sex, slice of internalised homophobia

author's note: ik i lied and said the 3some is coming first but i locked TF in writing this. sorry i love my yaoi... forgive me guys. also hollis is fun to write about, and i hardly see any sub hollis/dom roman fics so here. i've filled a niche.

wc: 3886

Hollis pushes his glasses up his nose as he works at his laptop. He's hiding under the stairwell during lunch. He has no friends, not that he minds, but he prefers to hide himself away from all the noise of people with friends. But, as he types away, he hears footsteps. Multiple. Chattering voices. He grimaces. "You sure you've never been caught?" "I promise you, no one comes out here." A group of guys are coming down the stairs. They turn the corner, coming around to the other side of the stairwell. A few of them jump at Hollis's prescence. He looks up— the guys don't seem like trouble. Hollis's eyes linger on the taller one with dark, curly hair for a little longer than the rest. "Yo, do teachers come down here? We're tryna smoke." one of the guys asks Hollis. "No, not really.." he replies, eager to get back to work. "All good, thanks," they nod, before walking out of the fire exit to the backend of the school. Hollis was telling the truth— no one ever came out here. He pays little mind to the interaction and keeps working until the bell rings.

He's halfway up the stairs when the group of guys from before rush past him, smelling like a terrible coverup of weed. The last guy of the group stops to turn around— it's the curly head from before. His eyes soften a little upon glancing at Hollis, which flusters him a little. "Hey, thanks for that. You're a lifesaver," he nods in respect, and Hollis responds with a nod of his own. Just like that, he blends back in with the crowd.

It was the last period of the day, and Hollis sat in the back of the class, minding his own business. He looks up at the source of the chatter in the front of the class, it coming from pretty much everyone else in the class. Everyone seemed to be friends with each other except him. To say it didn't bug him a little would be a lie. He scans the faces of everyone, pinning a name to most. He spots the curly head, yet again, sitting in the second row. He had a wide grin as he laughed at something a girl whispered to him. What was his name? Hollis hadn't seen this face very often and hadn't heard a name, until one of the guys slapped him on the shoulder and hissed, "Romann," at something rude he'd said. Roman… It seemed to fit him. It was elegant, but not too dated. He snaps out of it. What is he doing? Spending this much time dissecting another man's identity. He holds his face with his hand, and looks back down at the laptop screen.

Days pass, and occasionally, the same group of guys, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes with girls, pass Hollis by in the stairwell as they sneak out to smoke. They pay him no mind. He finds himself scanning for Roman amid the crowd unconsciously, and more often than not, he found him. He flustered himself for thinking about another guy so much, wondering if something was wrong with him. But on Thursday, during a period that Hollis was skipping, Roman came down the stairs alone.

He stopped just before the door, turning and looking at Hollis. He looks up at Roman, a little nervous. He's wearing a black zipup and jeans cuffing over some boots. He clears his throat. "Do you smoke?" he tilts his head toward the door, inviting him. Hollis nods. He does have a cigarette from time to time. He puts his laptop into his bag and gets off the floor. When he stands, he notices he is taller than Roman by about a head, and he has to look up to make eye contact. Roman clearly didn't expect it, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, as he opens the fire exit door.

Hollis follows him to the back corner of the school, hidden behind a concrete wall. Roman leans against the wall, and pulls out a cigarette, handing it to Hollis. He accepts, and Roman lights his end before lighting his own. Hollis squats down. There's a moment of silence between the two as they periodically take drags, before Roman breaks the ice. "I don't see you around much," he murmurs, "what's your name?" "Hollis," he replies, looking at the dried up grass. "What's yours?" Despite knowing, he asks to not come off as creepy. "Roman," he replies. His voice isn't too deep, and it's a little raspy. "Hollis is a unique name." "People tell me that all the time." "Do you hide in that stairwell all day?" Roman asks. "Well, yeah, I'm happy on my own." "Really? You don't care what people say about you?" "What, have you heard anything?" Roman takes a deep breath. "Some of my friends say some shit about "the tall blond kid with glasses" and how you're always alone. No one that I smoke with." "But you heard it?" he turns to face Roman, who is looking at the ground, deep in thought. Hollis stops to take in his facial features— objectively, Roman is handsome, he has sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows are sharp and angled, and his lips are soft and full. Hollis gets a little flustered looking at him in this manner, but can't take his eyes off him. Roman's eyes dart from the concrete to looking in his eyes, and his dark brown eyes seem to eclipse Hollis. He clears his throat, and Hollis looks away. "Yeah, no, they're like, relentless…" Roman murmurs, taking another long drag. "People can be fucked up." "Tell me about it.." Hollis sighs. He wonders if Roman inviting him to smoke was an act of pity. Suddenly his fingers go clammy. Why was that such a bad thing? Did he want authenticity from Roman? It's a little early to tell. "Tomorrow night, I'm hosting a party," Roman begins, tapping the ash from his cig into the air, "if that's your scene. It's cool if it isn't." "Nah, I need to get out more," Hollis answers almost a little too quickly. Roman's lip curls. "Could I get like, your IG or something, so I can let you know the details?" "Sure, could I have your phone?" Roman digs into his pocket and fumbles with his phone before handing it to Hollis, who enters his username into the search bar. 1 mutual follower— Nate, a childhood friend of Hollis. Fair enough. He presses the follow button and hands it back to him. Roman cocks a brow at Hollis's profile before putting his phone away. Right as he does so, the bell rings. "Shit, we'd best go back inside," he stomps on his cigarette butt. Hollis stands back up, and Roman looks up at him yet again. "Fucking hell, why are you so tall?" "Wish I knew," he smirks, pushing his glasses up his nose. They walk up the stairwell together, before they part at the second floor. Hollis looks back, and Roman keeps his head down as he strides with confidence. He turns back around and continues, to class.

When Hollis gets home that night, he opens Instagram to look at Roman's profile and follow him back. He has way more followers than following, with a few posts to his name. His eyes catch onto a post he made a week ago, flexing his back muscles in a bathroom mirror. Hollis's breath hitches. His brow furrows. His knee bounces. There's an undeniable growth between his legs. Why? Hollis rarely feels this way toward girls, let alone a man as undeniably masculine as Roman. His eyes trace over his back. the way his muscles fold and tense. The way his hair sat against his shoulders, curling gently. His side profile. Hollis was so hard, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His jaw tenses. He palms himself through his pants, exhaling sharply at the sensation. Roman… What have you done? he murmurs, fiddling with the zipper on his pants…

…It was quick, and intense, but after, Hollis felt this deep, unbridled shame course through his veins. Suddenly the air was thick, and the sweat dripping from his temple turned cold. He'd just jerked off to a brand new friend… one who'd extended his hand, likely in pity, to Hollis in his times of loneliness, and he responded to the gesture with pure, unbridled lust. He groans in shame, burrowing his face into his elbow defeatedly.

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Hollis avoided any contact with Roman on Friday. But truth be told, his mind was absolutely flooded in shame. He couldn't bring himself to think about, look at, or listen to Roman during class, because his appearance and voice sent waves of guttural attraction and shame through his nervous system. As he lies in bed after school, his phone vibrates. He has a look at the notification;

[IG] rommulas: still wanna show tonight?

Hollis's jaw tightens. He was dreading the question. What should he say? He wanted to go to this party to hang out with Roman, but it would be difficult to make conversation with him due to his repressed crush of sorts. He freezes, thumbs circling, thinking of a response.

2crush22: sure. send details

He puts his phone face down and runs his fingers through his hair, exhaling deeply. Fuck it. I'll bite this bullet. He wasn't gonna let his heart get in the way of his desire to get outside more. His glasses slip down his nose, and he pushes them up.

In his shower, Hollis's mind is racing. What should I bring to drink? How much is an acceptable amount to drink? Will they be smoking? Cigs, blunts or something else? What do I wear? Are my glasses too dorky? How do I do my hair? He shakes the water out of his hair, cursing at himself quietly. He dresses unobtrusively— a plain black shirt and skinny jeans. He combs his hair back, out of his face. Roots are a little outgrown. Too bad.

Roman had texted him the address, it really wasn't far, but Hollis would have to drive. On the way, he stops at a liquor store to get a few beers. As he continues to drive, the neighborhood gets nicer, the naturestrips get greener, the fences more grand. He eyes the scenery. It's 7:30pm, the sky is beginning to dye itself in golden hues. He pulls up to the address, and struggles for a bit to find an HOA approved parking spot. Clearly Roman does this often.

He takes his six pack from the passenger and swallows the lump in his throat, and walks up to the side gate, just as Roman had told him to. It was ajar, so he allows himself in. He walks into the main backyard. A lot of people were mingling around a small bonfire, lots of people Hollis didn't recognise. People didn't pay him much mind. Until a familiar timbre struck his ears.

"Hollis!" Roman's voice booms, from behind him, which makes Hollis jump. Roman wraps an arm around Hollis's shoulder, and his face leans in. He's already been drinking, he could smell it on him. Hollis chuckles nervously. "Hey, it's the guy who taught us about that smoke spot," another guy chimes in, extending his hand for a shake. Hollis accepts, nervously. Roman's body teeters into Hollis's for a mere second as he finds his balance. Hollis's chest pounds. "He's a chill guy," Roman rambles, "really, you'd think he's a fuckin', nerd, or some shit, but nah—" Hollis can't look at him. He bites his cheek, eager to tear into a drink to cool down. "Here, Holli, come have a smoke with us." The nickname Holli didn't sit appropriately with him one bit, as he takes a sharp breath, before nodding and smiling, "sure."

Roman leads Hollis to a secluded corner of the yard. He plops down on a cushioned couch, beckoning Hollis to follow. He sits, and Roman leans into Hollis, slinging his arm behind the couch, his body and leg now pressing Hollis's directly. His arm being up meant that Hollis could clearly smell his cologne, mixed with sweat, as he laughs at the jokes and snide remarks being made, as a joint is passed around. The thick, bitter aroma fills Hollis's nostrils, but it doesn't drown out his deconstruction of Roman's scent. He bounces his leg to try and divert bloodflow. The joint eventually makes its way to Hollis— he doesn't do this very often. He takes a drag, and inhales, feeling the tickling sensation branch into his lungs and throughout his chest. He exhales smoothly. Immediately, his body begins to soften. "I didn't think that loser knew how to inhale," someone murmurs, others beginning to giggle. Roman slaps at their leg. "Not too much, hey? Remember, he's chill," he takes the joint from Hollis, their fingers touching briefly. He watches Roman effortlessly take a hit, lips curling into a smile as he exhales. He looks back at Hollis. "You having fun, Holli?" Holli. Again. Hollis clears his throat, and nods, smiling softly, "yeah man, I'm all good."

As the night deepens, Roman takes more and more shots. Hollis follows to some degree, cutting through his six pack. He is tipsy, but Roman definitely is more drunk than him. At some point, the two have ended up back on the old couch in the corner of the yard. Others around them are dancing, laughing or making out by this point. Roman and Hollis got into some conversation about their life— where they grew up, what they do for hobbies, what they do when school is out. A period of silence goes by, and a couple on the other side of the bonfire are kissing. A girl is on a boy's lap, evidently grinding on him, messily kissing him. Roman chuckles. "You ever done anything like that, Holli?" he points. Hollis gulps. He shakes his head, "nah…" Roman turns to face him. "Really? I feel like-hic— I feel like girls would like a cute guy like you." "A, a 'cute' guy like me?" Hollis repeats, cheeks flushing at the ambiguous compliment. "Yeah, man, girls, they love that nerd shit, like right now, you're-hic— you're red as fuck. Cute…" Hollis swallows. His brow furrows. Roman grins, laughing. "Holli, are you into dudes?" "Whuh? What makes you think that?!" Hollis exclaims, cheeks extremely flushed. He's thinking about Roman's muscular back again. He is so hard, he could cum if he moved wrong. "You look like you're-hic— into dudes, like, you look fuckable." "Fuck do you mean I look 'fuckable', Roman? Might I remind you who's taller—" "Height won't matter," he loudly interrupts, the shock of it causing Hollis to cut off his sentance with a quiet whimper, "it won't matter when you're bent over." "You talk like someone who bends over dudes." Roman smirks, downing the rest of his drink, before continuing, "never thought about it until now."

They're looking at each other, and Roman leans his body into Hollis in drunken excitement. Hollis's body was soft from the joint and drinks, but his mind and cock were absolutely racing. As he peered down at Roman through his glasses, he saw a new look in his eyes. Drunken arousal. He was scanning Hollis's flushed cheeks, sweaty forehead and stammery lips, eyebrow cocked in intruigue. "Never kissed anyone, huh?" Roman murmurs. Hollis shakes his head, eyes glued to his. "Watch this, then," he uses a free hand to carress Hollis's cheek before leaning in to kiss him. Hollis moans against his lips immediately, and Roman, too, groans as their lips connect and disconnect. Suddenly his leg is slung over Hollis's lap, dangerously close to his cock. His arms are still meekly by his sides, because he is inexperienced, obviously. "Wont— you— get— caught— out here—" Hollis manages to whisper between kisses. "Who cares, Holli?" Roman replies, "anyone would want— to kiss— you—" "Don't— fucking call— me Holli—" "Why not— Holli?" Hollis groans deeply, pulling away, a small string of spit following. His lips were tingly, and he was extremely turned on. "Playing hard to get now, are we?" Roman chuckles. Hollis simply sighs, stars clouding his vision. Roman leans into his ear, "You can come and see me when you get less cocky, alright?", before getting up and striding away like it was nothing. Hollis was left gasping for air, cock desperately inprinting itself against his jeans. Roman had treated him like a disposable object, and for some reason, it didn't discourage him. He followed Roman's footsteps, into the house. People were everywhere and the lighting was dim. The music was loud, people were dancing. Hollis asked around, "where's Roman?" but no one seemed to know. Until a girl told him, "I just saw him walk upstairs," pointing at the stairway to the right. Hollis thanks her, before walking to the stairs, almost jumping up them, keen to reconnect his lips to Roman's.

He peered into every doorway, and saw nothing, until he cracked open an ajar door and saw Roman on his phone, sprawled on a bed. His head raises, and his gaze darkens upon registering Hollis. "Is this your room?" "Sure is, Holli," he murmurs, beckoning for him to come closer. Hollis closes the door behind him, locking it. "I didn't think you'd come looking for me. Come sit down." Hollis awkwardly plants himself on the edge of the bed, gazing into Roman's ebony eyes. The room is lit solely by a dim lamp. His dark hair curled into his collar, and his chest rose and fell with every breath. Hollis loved looking at him. A little too much. "For someone who's never been with a guy, you're awfully eager to have me," Hollis says quietly, twiddling his thumbs. "I wouldn't say 'have', I want to try you, Holli." "Please stop calling me that." "But why?" he sneers. ".. It's driving me crazy," his eyes plead. Roman chuckles, putting a hand on his shoulder before using it to yank him closer towards him. Hollis is now inbetween Roman's legs, arms on either side of his body. "Jesus Christ, I don't think I've—hic— wanted something more," he utters, inches away from Hollis's face, before kissing him once more. Both of them sigh heavily, kissing over, and over, and over. Tongues lap over each other's lips, seeping into each other's mouth. Hollis's legs weaken, and his lower body falls onto Roman's, their crotches pushing against each other. Hollis moans heavily, breaking out of the kiss. He feels Roman's boner pulse in response to his own, and shudders, moaning excessively. "You make such beautiful noises, you cute thing," Roman murmurs, pulsing his hips upward. Hollis whines in response, his brows furrowed, eyes squinted, lips ajar. "I'd love to try something with you, just to see how you'd sound." "Tr— Try what?" "Just watch."

He pushes Hollis onto the bed, and begins unbuttoning his jeans, and pulls down his boxers to reveal his absolutely aching erection. Roman's eyes widen— he had no clue this cute nerd was packing this much weight. But this only further amused him. Hollis watches, utterly dumbfounded, as Roman unbuttons his own pants and lets out his own throbbing cock. It looks a little different to his— Roman's isn't as long, but it's thicker. Hollis had a smooth base, Roman had a little bit of curly hair. But one thing was in common— they were so hard it, it was starting to hurt. Roman gets between Hollis's legs, before scooting closer, closer, until their dicks were touching. Hollis whimpers, and Roman cups his palm around their combined lengths, and starts to pump his fist. Both of them break into groans and whines, Hollis making more noise. His eyes are squeezed shut as he moves his head back, body releasing moan after moan, as Roman's steady hand keeps their cocks in place as he thrusts into it. Hollis's hips buck, chasing the feeling. Roman, too, begins to thrust, as he cups his hand over their tips. "Fuckin— oh my— fuck, Roman—" Hollis chokes, stifling his noises by chewing on his lip. Roman too, is struggling to keep things solid. "You're so— fucking— I'm so turned the fuck on," he groans, leaning in for another kiss. Hollis accepts his kiss with an open mouth, his hands reaching for his back. He moans louder upon feeling Roman's back beneath his fingertips. "I've— I've got a secret," Hollis whines, "I jerked off to— to your back selfie, on your Instagram. "Hm? You did?" Roman grins, pressing against Hollis, thrusting faster, earning more noise from him. "Yes, yes and I— I came so fast, Rom—" he cries, his face scrunching in pleasure. "Bet you did, cute boy, I can see— see you all hot and bothered over me," he bites his bottom lip, using his free hand to sling Hollis's left leg up and over his hip, as if he were fucking him. Hollis grew extremely embarrassed at this, but he also got a lot closer to cumming. "I fucking love this, Rom, I—I love rubbing on you, fuck, like this," he uses a hand to cover his mouth, face and chest extremely red. "You gonna cum?" "H-How did you k-knnoww?" Hollis whines, bucking his hips uncontrollably as he cries out. "Your body's tensing— y'feel how I'm getting all hard on you all f'a sudden?" Roman mumbles, struggling to keep a coherent sentance as he fucks on Hollis's cock. "C—Cum, cum with me," Hollis gasps, clawing at his back, and Roman can't resist. He leans in for one last, messy kiss as they uncontrollably spasm, shooting hot spurts of cum onto each other's chests. Roman's hand is pumping them like crazy as he spills out hot, breathy groans into Hollis's mouth, only slowing when the cum stopped. He pulls off of Hollis's lips, and all of a sudden, he sobers up, trying to worm out from under him. "Hey, where 'ya goin, Holli?" "I shouldn't do this," he breathes, trying to shove out from under Roman, but he stops him, pinning him. "Do what?" "… Stuff, with a boy…" "Seems like you enjoyed that 'stuff' with me, just now," Roman tries to joke, but Hollis shakes his head. "It doesn't feel right…" Roman gets off of him, instead lying down next to him. "You're my first boy, y'know." "Word?" Hollis murmurs in disbelief. "Fuck do you mean? I do sleep around a little, but only with girls. You're my first dude." "Aren't you scared?" Roman stops. He stares at the ceiling. "Hollis, I am fucking terrified for my reputation because of the decisions I made tonight, with you. But they weren't bad decisions, and I'd do them again in a heartbeat." Hollis's chest decompresses. "It will take some time to get used to this." "You can treat me like a playground," Roman chuckles, "you can come and play with me whenever you'd like, to see what you're into." "You're more than that to me," Hollis sighs. Roman's heart flutters.

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The next day, Roman posts a new photo to Instagram,

A mirror selfie of his back, this time covered in reddened scratches;

And the 2crush22 is the first to like the post.

taglist(comment if you'd like to be added): @romansbbg @peterpangirl777

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romllis frotting is coming soon once i finish this 3some thing

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Hey girl hru?? Have you seen *that* picture of Roman/his girl/chessa??? Could you write something with that idea…? 🙂‍↕️

ur so right for this...

hot couple picks u up at the club... just u wait ✍️

[hon3ybubbl3s]

i constantly suffer from struggling to find inspo

if you want me to write anything boyliife related (preferrably roman or hollis) pls send thru some asks dont be shy, i get going once i have a good idea!

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did you notice me staring? (rommulas x fem!reader)

synopsis: at a house party, you catch the attention of an eager young man who wants to see what makes you tick..

tags: sleaze!roman, softdom!roman, fem!reader, talking through it, p in v, mutual masturbation, use of angel and good girl, drunk sex, in a tight space

author's note: first boyliife fic, i've noticed a lot of aggressive/hatesex roman fics but i think he should be allowed to be nasty and seductive sometimes just as a treat...

wc: 2446

The lights are blaring, the music is so loud you can feel it in every bone of your body, and the vodka was making a buzz in your head. Shoulder to shoulder in some random's house, you were dancing like your life depended on it. Sweat beads on your forehead and under your shirt, as you take a deep swig of a sweet vodka cruiser— savouring the taste on your lips, mixed with sweat.

As the night deepens, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and in your tipsy state, you lean into it. You lean into the body now pressing itself against you, and start assessing the physique— it is a man, he's tall, and has a firm, flat stomach. His arm maintains a firm, not tough, grip on your midriff as he sways side to side to the music. The hand snaked around you has a tattoo on the forearm, his fingers adorned in rings. He smells of a husky cologne, dipped in ferns and sandalwood. This could be literally anyone, but you know at the least it isn't Hollis. He's busy fiddling with the DJ set. His notable sidekick appears to be missing, though…

"Enjoying your night, angel?" a familiar, deep voice whispers into your ear.

Shit— it's Roman.

Roman was well known amongst your friend group for his looks. He was so handsome it was almost scary; with a smile that could convince a serial killer to stop dead in their tracks. You didn't know much about him, but his usually darting gaze tended to linger on you for longer than usual. Upon looking at the hand on your midriff, you took note of the sharp acrylic nails. It's definitely him. The nerves started to set in.

"Yeah," you sigh into his body. "What are you doing down here?" "Can't I check up on you?" Roman whispers, with a smirk lining his lips, "You look like you're having fun down here." "I am," you take another sip from the glass bottle that was starting to get warm in your grasp. "Have you noticed me staring, angel?" Roman's other hand snakes around you, pulling you closer to his firm, skinny body. "No, were you..?" you ask nervously. "Yes, for a while, now," his wavy hair grazes your shoulder as he leans closer, "I really like what you've got on tonight." "Do you?" "Yep," he utters, hands roaming down to your hips. "Can't keep my eyes off you.." Your ears burn at the attention, ramming back into him, head spinning from the adrenaline and the alcohol. He holds onto you firmly, lightly digging his long nails into your hips. "You smell nice," you tell him, now fully grinding on him. "Do I now?" he utters, pressing himself against your ass, "so do you, gorgeous girl." His tone rumbled against your body, feeling it from his chest. Your body shivered. "Where the fuck is Roman?" some guy shouts across the house, and he quickly lets go of you, but let his hand grip onto your hip for just one more second. "I'll be back for you, angel," he whispers before ducking away to the source of the shouting. You mourn his touch instantly, before turning to look at where he went.

That entire time, you hadn't been able to see his face. You knew it like the back of your hand, though— even now, he was turned away, arm slung over another guy. His wavy dark hair rested at his shoulders, his toned arms visible in a tight black tank. Jeans held up by a belt, sagging just enough so that the underwear band was visible. It was uniquely teasing.

Trying to ignore the onrush of feelings knotting in your core, you leave the noise of the main room to go sit in a small closet, on a countertop between some cupboards. It's muffled enough, just for a breather. The small fluorescent light in the ceiling flickers. You scroll on your phone anxiously, trying to dissipate the flushing in your cheeks, when the door opens;

"I've found you," Roman purrs, and you immediately start blushing upon seeing him. His lips were curled, and the look in his eyes was dangerous. He shuts the door behind him, "Are you getting nervous? Weren't you just bumping all up on me?" "It's different when you're looking right at me," you mumble, fiddling with your clothes. "It's alright, angel," Roman slowly closes the gap between you, prying your legs apart and placing himself between them. His rosaries glimmered in the faint light, his eye makeup smudged, cheeks flushing from the heat. "I've heard about you, it's nice to talk face to face." "You're very close to me, Roman." "Push me away if you want," he sneers, and you meekly keep your hands down by your sides. He knows you want him, and it's driving him almost as crazy as he's driving you.

You stare at his face, watching his eyes dart all over you, as one hand creeps up your thigh, rubbing from the hip down to the knee. "You know you want me," he circles the skin of your flushed thighs, "You can admit it." "Do you want me?" you mumble, fiddling with the hem of your clothes. "Wouldn't you wanna know?" he sneers, leaning in so close to you that his breath was warm on your ear, sending your hairs up, "Am I driving you crazy?" "Yes," you borderline whimper into his collar, "but you know that, you prick." "Absolutely I do, I can feel your goosebumps," Roman gently glides his hand up and down your thigh, as if he's done this a million times before. He gently licks on the lobe of your ear, and a whimper escapes your lips, much to his delight. One hand rises from your thigh and cups your neck, as he plants kisses on your ear, the lewdness of the noise sending pulses throughout your body. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you hold into his lower back, nails digging into his skin through the tank. He grins against your skin, kissing from your ear onto the side of your neck; pressing himself against you. You tense your thighs, squeezing against his hips, and he pushes his body against yours, and you shudder upon feeling his hardening boner press against your crotch. He sighs, kissing into your jaw. "Tell me you want me, angel," Roman whispers, grinding himself against you, "let me hear you." "Ugh," you whine, humiliated, "I need you…" "You need who?" "I need you, Roman, please…" "That's a girl," he utters, groping your thigh. You moan through your teeth, and he moves his lips from your jaw up your face to your hungry lips. The contact was instant, but he does everything in his power to keep you from rushing. He presses closed-mouth kisses over your lips, ignoring your attempts to involve tongue. The gentle overlap of your lips lingered for multiple seconds, with throbbing from both of your crotches setting the tone quite clearly.

Roman lets go of your thigh and uses his other hand to palm himself through his jeans. A sigh rumbles against your lips, and you desperately want to remove all of your clothes and press your pussy against him— but he tortures you. He seperates your soaked underwear and his pulsating cock with his veiny hand. "F-Fuck—" you moan into the closed mouth kiss, "can't you touch me?" "I'd prefer it if you did it yourself," he pauses before reattaching himself to your lips. "Fuck you, Roman—" you whine, removing your lips from his and snaking your arm back around to slip into your panties, immediately shivering at the contact with your swollen and soaked clit. It had been ages since something like this had aroused you to this degree, and the alcohol certainly wasn't helping. He smirks, eyeing your fingers eagerly. "Someone wants this bad, huh?" he teases, groping himself. "F-fuck yeah, I do," you whimper as you begin to masturbate. "I hate you." "You love me, angel," he groans, jerking himself off through the fabric. "I hate you f-for neglecting me like this," you admit through whimpers. "Keep talking like that and maybe I'll give you what you want so badly, baby," Roman smirks, biting his bottom lip. Your face scrunches in pleasure, and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place. He certainly doesn't mind. He begins to unbuckle his belt, slowly, watching your eyes. You nod eagerly, slipping your fingers down to your entrance and teasing it. "Mm? You wann'it?" Roman teases yet again, slowing his movement. You whimper. "Yes, Roman, I want it, so fucking bad—" you lean back and exclaim, and he admires your tipsy state with glee. "What do you want, angel?" he smirks. You remove your hand from your panties. "F-fuck— I know you want to fuck me, Roman, you can't pretend y-you don't." "Mmm…" he licks his lips, "I'm not sure, angel… Maybe say a special word…?" "Please, Roman," you beg, eyes crying for pleasure.

He caves, finally, slinging his belt off and it hits the floor hurriedly. He unzips his jeans and unbuttons his boxers, freeing an impressive boner that was leaking a lot of precum from the tip. "That's a good girl," Roman sighs, holding himself firm at the base. "You want this?" "Yes, please, Roman," "Mmh—" he whimpers, pressing against your soaked panties. Your clit throbs impatiently and you moan at the lewd sensation. "Who's a good girl?" "I am, Roman, I am," you cry, grinding against him like your life depended on it. "What are you?" "I'm your good girl, Roman…" "Fuck, you're so good, angel," his lips curl into a smirk before he leans in and kisses you properly.

You are bumping and humping each other like rapid dogs in this tiny, humid closet as if the sun will never rise again. It's exactly where you want to be. You are moaning into each other's mouth, Roman's hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders. The bass was thumping into the wall, reverbrating into your chest; but not as strongly as your heartbeat. In your drunken stupor, you reach down and pull your panties aside, and you gasp at the contact of his warm cock against your wet pussy. Roman pulls away from your lips, looking down. His lips curl into an excited smirk at the sight, and he slides himself up and down your soaked entrance, and you shiver. "Do you want it? Huh?" Roman teases, raising a hand to your neck, cupping it. "Please, Rom-an…" you huff, pressing yourself agaisnt him, out of breath from arousal. "I'unno if you can handle it, angel.." he chuckles to himself. "Here, try to take it…"

He slides the tip inside you, and you both sigh at the relief. You are so aroused the stretching does not burn even a little, in fact it relieves the tension of gripping around nothing. You break into a giggle, clasping at Roman's collar, and he slowly pulls back out, before coming in a little deeper. He absolutely loves to draw out this torture of the contact you so badly need. You yearn so badly for him. Finally, he bottoms out, and you moan deeply, clenching uncontrollably. He chuckles, beginning to thrust, slowly, deeply. It feels like a deep, intimate embrace; the friction frazzling your senses. "Your pussy feels like heaven," Roman sighs, "it's like she can't let me go…" "You're not goin' anywhere soo—on;" you whine, bucking your hips against his flat stomach as he fucks you. "S'that right, angel?" he leans in, closing in on your ear. "Who's a good girl?" "I am, Roman," you cry, "I'm a good girl—" "That's right, yes you are," he bites down, picking up the pace and thumbing your clit in circles as he fucks you. "You're so good for me, angel.." "I'm yours, Roman," you whimper, "fuck, it feels so good.." "Yeah? How good is it?" "S-So fucking go-od," you whine, voice cracking as he thumps you against the wall with each pump. "Bet it is, angel," he sighs, kissing and sucks on your neck, leaving unsavory bruises. "Keep squeezing on me like that and you'll drive me fucking crazy.." "You want that, do-on't you-u?" you squeeze your eyes shut, digging your nails into his back. "Sure do," he utters, "show me what you've got, angel." You stifle your moans, focusing on fucking Roman back, pushing against his pull. He grins against your neck, and the thrusting picks up. That ever so familiar knot forms in your stomach, albeit this time way more aggressive and without warning. "Ro—oman, I'm gonna cu—m, I'm cumming," your body seizes, and he hears you, not changing a thing about his pace, instead allowing you to ride out your pleasure on him. You cum aggressively, pussy pulsing and gripping Roman's cock tightly and sporadically, earning low grunts of guttural elation from his lips as he focuses on you and your orgasm. He's actually fighting his own. "Where do I cum, angel?" he asks desperately. "Please, inside me, Roman," you sigh, eager for one final hit of perverted pleasure. "You sure?" he looks at you through his messy, curly hair, eyes hesitant yet pleading. Cheeks flushed, sweat beading to his forehead. You nod enthusiastically, and he maintains eye contact as he starts to thrust much faster, this time chasing his own high. It was overstimulating, but it still felt so good. "You're such a fucking good girl," he huffs, eyebrows scrunching in pleasure. "I won't ever forget this." "Promise you'll— come back for— more?" you whine through huffs. "You won't get rid of me easily;" he utters, gripping onto your hips as he nears his peak, "I'm close, be a good girl and take it.." "Roman—" you cry, eagerly anticipating the sensation. He groans deeply, and you feel many hot spurts coat the deep ends of your pussy. You close your eyes, riding out the high, and feel his hot breath cascade over your face and body as he, too, slowly comes down.

Once he's fully finished, he slowly slides out of you. It makes a perverted, wet noise, and you exhale, feeling emptier. He admires what he's done to you, cum starting to drip out of you. He scoops your face with both hands, the metal of his rings still warm, and kisses you firmly, yet not passionately, on the lips. "Thank you, angel," he utters, pressing his forehead to yours, "I knew this would be worth it." "Wanna go.. get another drink..?" you pant. "…Not while you look like this."

a/n: i hope this was okay! first boyliife fic! if you want to be in a taglist for any future boyliife things let me know. i can see myself writing for hollis as well. happy gooning xx