ꨄ︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’ve been missing romia down, so i figured i’d write a one-shot that’s a flashback of what their dynamic was like once she was starting to grow comfortable with him sexually. 🥺 honestly, spicy scenes have always been something i’ve struggled to write and i’m not exactly the happiest with how it turned out, but it is what it is. i tried ya’ll!🥲
Roman groaned into Mia’s mouth as the intensity of their kiss deepened, the grip he had on her ass growing firmer as her thick thighs straddled him. His eyes opened the moment she pulled back, the subtle pout on her face causing him to chuckle as he gently moved a few of her loose curls behind her ear, “Just an hour or two, baby…I’ll be back upstairs before you know it, I promise…”
Mia smiled, pecking his lips one last time before slowly climbing off, “Okay...”
From the moment they woke up, it didn’t take much for him to realize Mia was ovulating. He knew her too well by now. Which is why their morning session led to them having shower sex for the first time. Something that once felt too vulnerable of an act to her, now being a memory neither would forget. Seeing the pure bliss on her pretty face as she bounced on his dick, was a sight he’d do anything to relive.
Which is why he hated this as much as she did.
But with his match being a little over a month away, it was necessary to keep up with his training and strict workout regime. Even if it meant having to momentarily put sex on hold with the woman he absolutely hated saying no to.
It’s when Mia stood up wearing only panties and his “Acknowledge Me” tee, that had his dick stiffening all over again, heavily tempting him to cancel his plans and carry her fine ass back to bed.
A temptation he had no choice but to ignore given the fact that his trainers would be downstairs knocking at his door at any moment. Roman followed behind, reaching for Mia’s wrist before she could leave the room, “Why don’t you come with me?”
The gleam in her eyes evident as she turned to look at him,“Really?”
He smiled, pulling her in for a kiss while placing a light smack to her ass. “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
For as long as Roman could remember, Amara had little to no interest being involved in the process it took that led him to his success. She’d usually only show up to his fights, mainly prioritizing his red carpet events. It’s something he initially never put too much thought into… that was, until he experienced Mia.
She was the complete opposite.
While she couldn’t be with him publicly, didn’t change that she supported him in every other way. She loved being by his side for any and everything that their situation allowed. Even if at times she’d struggle with the brutal nature of the sport…she was still there.
The truth was, having her with him in any aspect, was appreciated more than words could ever fucking explain.
And he wouldn’t change it for anything.
It was clear he hadn’t fully thought this through…
As if Mia’s pretty ass face wasn’t distracting enough, she had to wear an outfit that only accentuated those curves that drove him fucking crazy. Her big titties were practically spilling out the unzipped portion of her jacket as she sat directly across from him.
And as much as he tried, it felt fucking impossible to keep his eyes off her. Their constant eye contact as she quietly observed him workout seemed to have his full attention.
He could see it too.
The glint of lust in Mia’s eyes as she studied him. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he enjoyed teasing her once in a while. Seeing the flustered look on her face when he decided to implement hip thrusts to his routine, brought a small smile to his face. But it’s when he noticed her thighs subtly clenching together that he instantly dropped what he was doing.
Roman’s jaw tightened, his voice lowering as his gaze stayed on her, “Give us a minute.”
One glance around the room was all it took for his team to start making their way out his gym. The weights that were in his hands, now on the ground as he motioned her over, “Come here.”
She frowned, reluctantly walking towards him clearly confused as to why everyone was sent away, “What’s wrong?”
Roman pulled Mia’s body towards him, eyes instantly shutting as he inhaled her sweet vanilla scent. His big hands sliding down the span of her back to palm her ass, “I need you to do something for me, pretty girl…”
“Okay…”
Roman’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his gaze deviated towards her chest, “Remember that thing I bought for you to wear?”
Mia‘s cheeks reddened, her arms now draped over his neck as she stood on her tiptoes, “It’s not exactly much to wear, you know…”
Roman chuckled lifting her onto his waist as his mouth hovered over the crook of her neck, “Why don’t you go upstairs and put it on for me...I can be there in thirty minutes or so.”
Her brows furrowed as he placed a kiss on her neck, “But, I thought you still had a sparring match?”
“I’ll handle it.”
While, he hadn’t exactly planned how he would handle it, didn’t change that he would.
Because when it comes to Mia, he always will.
True to his word, Roman made his way upstairs a little over thirty minutes after speaking to Mia. His shower had set him back further than he anticipated, but he made it in time, nonetheless.
It’s when he stepped inside the master bedroom that his eyes widened, jaw clenching as he quietly shut the door behind him. “Shit…”
Mia had a hesitant look as she walked towards him. Curves on full display as her big titties sat pretty in the pink laced lingerie set he bought her. The sway of her hips and ass as she slowly approached, had him damn near salivating.
“God, you’re so beautiful…”
A bashful smile formed on her pretty face before kissing his jaw, “Thank you, baby.”
Refusing to waste another second, Roman smashed his mouth onto hers. His fingers instinctively burying inside her loose curls as Mia moaned into him. Those full soft lips he’s convinced he’ll never get used to causing the hardening in his pants to grow the moment her tongue slipped into his mouth.
Roman slowly guided her towards the bed, only breaking their kiss momentarily to quickly discard his shirt. His desperation to have his hands all over her growing as Mia positioned herself, laying back as he climbed over her. A small hiss escaped him the moment his fingers brushed over the fabric of her soaked panties. Mia’s mouth parted as she opened her legs further apart, granting him access to the very thing he desired more than anything.
“Already so fucking wet for me…” Roman’s mouth trailed wet kisses down Mia’s chest as his fingers made their way towards her wet folds. Her head now thrown back as he started making slow and deliberate circles against her clit.
“Baby…” Mia’s eyes shut, soft voice moaning his name as Roman’s middle and index finger gently worked their way into her wet, tight opening. His thumb still swirling against her clit as he watched her slowly come apart. “You look so fucking pretty when daddy takes care of you,” Roman slowly plunged his fingers inch by inch, studying the pure look of bliss in her expression as she took him.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” His fingers slowly pumped in and out of her, eventually finding the perfect rhythm that seemed to evoke the most pleasure. The sight of her slick juices coating his fingers as her hips slowly rolled against his hand, was heaven itself. His dick now harder than ever as her moans echoed across the room.
"Shit, R—Roman,” Mia held onto his wrist as her hips erratically bucked against him. The way she bit down on her bottom lip as her grip on his wrist grew firmer, told him she was close. Which is why his tongue slowly swirled over her sensitive nipples, alternating between both titties as he licked and sucked through the thin fabric of her laced bra,“Baby, I-I’m—”
“Go ahead…let it out.” Mia’s body jolted as her orgasm took course. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her while continuing to tend to her swollen clit as she squirmed underneath him. “So pretty when you come for me,” his eyes remained glued to hers as he brought his fingers to his mouth, skillful tongue cleaning and sucking every drop of her sweet essence as she watched.
Roman stood up, discarding his sweats and briefs as his big dick sprung free. Even after months of this, her tight pussy still had to accommodate to his size. He smirked, stroking his hardened length before sliding on a condom as Mia bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Lay back for me, pretty girl…”
She obliged as he climbed back over her, his fingers quickly working to unclasp her bra, freeing her big breasts as she slid down her panties. It’s when his thick mushroom tip teased her tight opening that Mia gasped into him, moaning as her head craned back.
Roman groaned, eyes on her as he slowly sunk himself inside, full focus on the way her mouth parted as she took him inch by inch, “Is this what you needed, baby?” Mia’s eyes to shut as her fingernails raked down the span of his back. “Needed daddy to make you feel better?”
“Y-Yes, baby,” The way her soaked pussy coated the condom only made the urge to rip the shit off that much fucking greater.
A temptation he found himself constantly having to fight through.
Her soft whimpers were music to his ears as he started to gently thrust into her, Mia's hands now pinned to the mattress as those beautiful, thick thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, “So fucking tight…”
Roman could never get tired of this.
Not when she was so addictive.
Sex with Mia was like a high that only she could satisfy, no one has or could ever come close. The connection he felt when he was inside her was fucking indescribable. His mouth teased the shell of her ear as his pace gradually increased, "Gon' always fucking take care of you, pretty girl."
Mia smiled, soft lips pressing into his as she moved her hands from his grasp to free his hair from his bun. A preference of hers, and a mutual sentiment considering how he loved when she wore her natural curls free.
"You're so d—deep," Mia’s drenched pussy squelched around his dick as his thrusts deepened. Her sweet juices coating the sheets underneath them as the volume of her moans increased.
"Fuck." The sight of her big titties bouncing as he fucked her, was enough to make him want to come then and there. Roman groaned, carefully placing Mia's thick thighs over his shoulders as his dick pounded into her. The new angle allowing him to further his reach while simultaneously pressing against the sensitive spot that had her clawing at his back as she screamed out his name.
"You gon' come for me, baby?" Roman's thick fingers traveled down to her puffy cunt, thumb gently swirling against her swollen clit as Mia's back arched off the bed. The sound of her new charmed anklet dangling by his ear as she moaned made his dick pulse as his fingers continued to work her. "Don't hold back, sweetheart."
Before he knew it, Mia's slick body was convulsing underneath him. Roman continued to praise her, mouth placing wet soft kisses against her shoulder as the grip on the meat of her hips tightened. His own release imminent as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
"Shit," his head instinctively buried in the crook of her neck as his pace became erratic. Roman's eyes shut the moment Mia started peppering soft kisses against his temple as her fingers nestled within his loose hair. He groaned into her, ropes of his warm seed emptying into the condom as his big body jerked over her.
After a few seconds, he eventually rolled over, chest heaving as he pulled Mia's body over his. The way her warmth felt on his chest was a feeling he'd never grow tired of. Mia smiled as her kissed her temple, fingers slowly tracing circles against her soft skin as she rested against him.
That was until she pulled him in for another kiss, soft hands cupping his beard as their tongues moved in unison. It seemed the longer her mouth was on his, the more shit intensified. It's when Mia's hand wrapped around his length that made him twitch under her touch. Eyes instantly shutting the moment she slowly began to stroke him.
"Shit," Roman's semi-erect dick now hardening under her touch as a small hiss escaped him. His attempt to switch their positions halted when Mia stopped him.
It didn't take much for Roman to realize why she stopped him.
He watched as she nervously bit down on her bottom lip before climbing over him. Without her even having to speak a word, he was already ripping open the wrapper to another condom, quickly sliding it on as she watched eagerly. The anticipation in her expression causing a small smirk to form as he smacked the side of her ass, "Go ahead, baby…come ride daddy's dick."
ꨄ︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this has literally been in my drafts since december. i honestly forgot about it for a while, but recently stumbled across it and decided to go back and finish the smut scene, so here we are. ummm, i do not condone any of this behavior (me when i lie) however, i do support women’s rights and wrongs, so…
To say Cassie was nervous would be an understatement.
Anxiety slowly ate away at her as she repeatedly began to twist and turn in bed, slight jealously growing as she watched her boyfriend, Leon, sleeping peacefully.
Knowing that just a day from now she’d be introduced to his relatives during a family vacation was nerve wracking to say the least. Which is why they flew out a day earlier before the rest of the family arrived, so Leon could show her around their annual vacation home and she could attempt to familiarize herself.
As if that would be possible in this big ass mansion. A home that was so grand and luxurious her small town brain couldn’t even begin to wrap her mind around. Which only made her feel even more out of place.
A part of her wondered if they’d think her presence was an intrusion. They’ve only been dating for a few months, and while things between them have been going relatively well, she wasn’t sure she’d felt that special spark between them.
If she was being honest, she worried if this was too early in their relationship for introductions. Leon has tried to convince her his family would be more than happy to meet her, but Cassie’s tendency to overthink every fucking thing didn’t exactly allow her to believe him.
It didn't help that in her last relationship, meeting his family turned out to be an awful experience. She’ll never forget the look of disgust on his mother’s face as her judgy eyes scanned her body. One of the worst parts being how her asshole of an Ex didn’t even attempt to defend her. The sting of that day still felt fresh even as the years passed. Truth be told, that was another fear of hers. What if they took one look at her, rolls and all, and immediately assumed she wasn’t good enough for him.
The thought alone made her heart pound as her throat began to feel dry. She gently nudged Leon in an attempt to wake him, sighing as he sleepily dismissed her while muttering something she couldn’t even comprehend. He was always such a deep sleeper, it was almost annoying at some points. Cassie rolled her eyes quietly getting out of bed as she threw on a silk robe over her pajamas. Even though she still didn’t exactly know her way around this luxurious abode, she was determined to get a glass of water, hoping it would slightly ease her anxiousness.
Confusion set in as she made it downstairs past the long corridor, noticing dim light coming from the kitchen. Last she remembered Leon told her he cut off the lights before they went to bed. It’s when Cassie turned the corner that she realized someone was there. A deep voice startled her during her miserable attempt to peak around the corner without being noticed.
“I don’t bite, you know...”
Cassie’s cheeks reddened from embarrassment as she stepped in the kitchen, instantly noticing the way his eyes subtly glanced over her body. It didn’t take much to realize who he was.
Their similar eyes only confirming such.
Leon rarely ever mentioned his older brother. From her understanding they preferred to keep a distance from each other in order not to butt heads. She never really thought to poke at the reasoning behind it. If she was being honest, she sensed a bit of jealousy from Leon when he mentioned that his big brother was a highly successful businessman.
Emphasis on big.
Muscles and tattoos on full display as he stood there shirtless, only wearing a pair of dark gray sweats. Without even trying her eyes landed on his noticeable bulge. He wasn’t even hard, and she could tell it was big.
He had an amused look on his face as he chuckled, “My eyes are up here, you know….”
Fuck.
The embarrassment alone, made her want to bury herself in a hole and never come out, “I’m sorry, I—”
“Your name is Cassandra, right?”
Cassie couldn’t maintain eye contact for the life of her, why this man was making her so timid, was beyond her. “Yes…most just call me Cassie...”
His eyes glanced at her cleavage as his tongue glazed his bottom lip, the realization that her robe was untied, made her nervously fiddle with the sleeves.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Leon hadn’t mentioned me. I’m Roman, his older brother.” Roman extended his hand as Cassie reached for his handshake.
“Nice to meet you,” she muttered, watching as he grabbed his protein drink off the counter and his duffle bag off the ground.
He smiled at her again before turning the corner, “See you around, Cassie…”
Something told her this was only the beginning.
…………………………
It was never supposed to go this far.
Something as simple as eyes that lingered too long on one another, turned into something Cassie never could’ve expected. From the moment they kissed, everything changed. Every single urge and emotion that had been brewing for months as they longed for one another was released the moment she let Roman inside her.
Almost a year later and she was at the same place she first met him. Only this time, under much different circumstances.
Cassie bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her moans. Managing to keep her volume down, was one of the hardest tasks she’s ever had. She prayed the pillows placed between the headboard and the wall, actually held up. As embarrassing as it was to admit, it was almost as if the the risk of getting caught only made their pleasure that much greater.
Consistently getting her guts rearranged by her boyfriends older brother, was easily the most selfish choice she’d ever made. Because the man she was supposed to be fucking was upstairs, in his usual deep sleep. By now, Cassie had lost count at the amount of times she’d told Leon she was out with her girls, when in reality, she was getting fucked in any and every position by Roman.
But the truth was, there was so much more to him than sex. Their was a deeper connection between them that she couldn’t even begin to describe.
Roman’s hands firmly gripped her hips as his dick repeatedly drove into her. Cassie moaned as his heavy balls slammed against her swollen clit. It seemed the sexual tension was always at an all time high when it came to them.
“You missed me, baby?” One of his hands reached for the back of her neck, pressing her face into the mattress as his pace quickened. Her soaked pussy squelched against his dick as he relentlessly fucked her from behind. It felt like Roman’s thrusts intensified the longer she took to respond.
“Y—Yes, daddy,” Cassie groaned. His size alone was enough to know her puffy cunt would be sore in the morning. A small price to pay for the pure ecstasy she felt when he fucked her the way he did.
“That’s because this pussy was made for me and me only, pretty girl.” Roman’s big hand squeezed her ass, making her cunt flutter. Her eyes shut as her ass started to rock against him, hoping the way the TV in his room was blaring, drowned out their sinful moans. If his family did happened to hear anything, they’d most likely assume Roman brought over one of his random flings. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time.
“Shit, baby,” Cassie continued to throw her ass back in a attempt to match his pace. His grunts and moans only making her pussy more needy for his cock. “He can’t satisfy you like I can, can he?”
Leon was…for the most part, decent in bed. But, she’d be lying if she didn’t admit the times he couldn’t bring her to orgasm. Whether it came to penetration or oral, certain times they were intimate, seemed to be either a hit or a miss.
Nothing compared to Roman.
Because Roman gave his all when it came to pleasing her. There wasn’t ever a time he came up short. He was the first man she’d ever been with that completely and utterly prioritized her. It only made him that much more fucking attractive.
Roman yanked Cassie’s body towards him, her back now against his chest as thrusts became desperate, “You may be with him, but you’re mine.” His hand wrapped around her neck, making her look up at him as her pussy clenched around him. “You understand me?”
“Yes, baby.” It’s when she responded that Roman pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. His thrusts slowly becoming erratic let her know that he was just a close as she was. She loved the way he stretched her out. How even after months of this, her cunt was forced to accommodate his big ass cock.
Roman’s head rested in the crook of her neck as she reached back cradling the back of his head. “His punk ass won’t even give you kids, baby…but, I will.” His dick started to nudge against her g-spot as his tongue swirled against her neck, “Give you all the babies you fucking want.”
His words was all it took to send her over the edge.
Cassie’s body went limp as her orgasm took over, she could feel her juices coating his thick cock as her pussy pulsed against him. If it weren’t for Roman holding her body against his, there’s no doubt she would have collapsed on the bed. Roman followed right after. Emptying his warm load inside her puffy cunt as his body jerked over hers.
She felt his dick soften inside her before he slowly pulled out.
She watched as Roman went to grab a warm rag from the towel warmer he purchased just for her, noticing how he was always so gentle when he cleaned her. Cassie quietly stood up, proceeding to get dressed knowing she should probably get back to the room before Leon woke up.
There was always an unspoken sadness that lingered whenever she had to leave him. Roman’s silence as he sat back reclining against the headboard, made her wonder if that was the same sentiment he shared. Cassie walked towards him, placing a light peck on his lips, “I have to go, baby…”
“I know…”
As she turned to walk away he reached for her wrist, now standing, Roman faced her towards him. His hand gently cupped her chin as he pulled her in for a kiss. It’s pathetic how quickly she melted into him, heart fluttering as he kissed her tenderly. Guilt didn’t exist when she was with him. Because as wrong as it was, it didn’t change that it felt so fucking right. Roman eventually pulled back, studying her as he moved one of her lose coils behind her ear, “Goodnight, pretty girl.”
Cassie’s eyes shut as the door closed behind her.
All this time she refused to allow herself to fully feel what her heart was undeniably trying to tell her. Even though deep down, she knew what she felt was impossible to ignore. Every moment she spends with Roman only brings her closer to facing and admitting the truth.
The truth being, that she had fallen for the wrong brother.
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