niche things i think roman would do as your boyfriend:
suggestive, fluff, established relationship, being high?
• if he smokes late at night and gets the munchies. you're coming with him to a gas station, even if you're asleep. he would wake you up.
"what?.." you grumble. he stands there like a child who just woke their mother up cause they vomited everywhere. "come with me to get snacks" you thought about turning over and going back to sleep. you actually did turn over and ignore him but he flopped on top of you so with a groan you get up and walk to the nearest convenience store.
• he lets you play with his hair, style it, all of the above. but if you give him an actual style, he's not keeping it in.
• nobody can smoke around you, not even him. if you're in the car while one of the guys are smoking ALL the windows are going down. conceal called you over to ask you something backstage and when roman saw him smoking, while talking to you. he lost it. "one fucking rule." he muttered, hitting the back of ryan head, taking the joint and twisting it under his shoe.
• it had become a routine for you and roman to sneak away to the tour bus, towards the end of hollis' shows. you guys would makeout, but you must have lost track of time.
straddling his lap, hands braced against his chest. then the sound of muffled voices and laughter, hit your ears first. "wait-" you breathed, trying to move off his lap. he smirked hands stationed on your hips to keep you down. "relax" normally he would try and break apart to but lately he's been into either pissing you off or embarrassing you.
the door the bus had swung open, "serious dude?" while some others were laughing. your face burned hot, hair tousled from where his fingers had been. meanwhile he was leaned back against the small couch, smug with a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes. the guys going by one by one dappinng him up.
• pt.2 of roman loving to annoy you. as always they are blasting music obnoxiously loud, so it was to no surprise when you fell asleep on the bus. roman took your hands holding them loosely in his own moving them side to side like you were dancing. you stirred, eyebrows pinching together. you blinked your eyes open halfway, to see him grinning, holding your hands up like he was a puppet.
your annoyed groan was drowned out by the music "roman—stop" voice still raspy with sleep. yanking your arms away from him. that just made ryan shake your shoulders. "c'mon sleeping beauty, wake up" you swatted at him "leave me alone" but roman didn't. he nudged his knee into your leg, then turning the music up impossibly louder. you flipped him off "aw love you too" roman teased.
• pt.3 of him annoying you? if you don't understand that's his fav thing to do. so lets say you're going somewhere, he won't put on a shirt. it's acceptable in private, cause who are you to complain? but it gets to a point. you were going out to a party and he insisted he didn't need a shirt. you were going for a grocery store run and he wanted to come too. but he had NO shirt. you immediately sent him back upstairs to put on a shirt. but he shook his head, tight lipped "no, im comfortable" making you groan "i don't care roman you're not going out like that" so he grabbed a jacket and zipped it half way. "happy?"
• if it's been an hour as in ONE singular hour and you don't reply to his text, he's gonna be hella dramatic. sighing loud until someone asks so he can reply "my girl don't love me anymore" shrugging it off. you never knew he did this until the guys told you about it. of course he denied it but it sounded too much like him.
synopsis: It’s supposed to be a quick drop-off at Hollis’s loft, but when Roman Leal asks you to stay for “one more listen,” the night turns into something else entirely
warnings: smut, unprotected p-in-v, oral (f receiving), mild choking, praise kink, studio sex, Roman being a cocky soft dom who speaks Spanish when he’s turned on, post-nut clarity tears (his, not yours), lmk if i missed any :)))
wc: 2.3K
You weren’t supposed to still be here.
It was supposed to be a quick favor: drop off the hard drive with the final stems for “Static Hearts (Remix)” at Hollis’s loft, say hi, leave.
But Hollis had passed out on the couch two hours ago, blue hair fanned across a pile of empty White Claws, and Roman—Rommulas, whatever the fuck he wanted to be called tonight—had looked up from the mixing board with those stupid sleepy brown eyes and said,
“Stay. Just one more listen.”
One more turned into six. Six turned into him dragging the couch closer to the speakers so you could both lie down while he tweaked the low-end on the perreo drop.
Somewhere between the third and fourth Red Bull, his head ended up in your lap, curls tickling your bare thighs because Chicago decided summer was canceled and you were in the tiniest skirt known to man.
Now it’s 3:33 AM. The only light is the purple glow of the monitors and the city bleeding in through the loft windows. The beat is gone—just the hum of the fridge and Roman’s breathing, slow and deliberate, like he’s scared to break whatever this is.
He turns his face up to you, cheek still pressed to your thigh.
“You ever think the silence after a drop is louder than the drop itself?”
You run your fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp the way you’ve wanted to for months.
“You’re high.”
“Little bit.”
His hand slides up your calf, slow, testing.
“But I’ve wanted to touch you since you walked in wearing this fucking skirt.”
Your breath catches. He notices—of course he does—and his mouth curves into that half-smirk that’s been ruining your life since you met him.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs, but his thumb is already tracing circles on the inside of your knee, inching higher.
You don’t tell him to stop.
His hand slips under the hem of your skirt, calloused fingertips brushing the lace edge of your panties. You’re soaked—he groans when he feels it, low and wrecked.
“Joder, bebé…” (fuck, baby)
He sits up fast, knees hitting the rug, pulling you down so you’re straddling his lap on the studio couch. The same couch where he recorded the ad-libs for “No Me Importa.” The irony isn’t lost on you.
His mouth finds your neck immediately—hot, open-mouthed kisses that make your head fall back. He smells like clove cigarettes, vanilla vape, and whatever expensive cologne he pretends he doesn’t wear. You fist his hoodie, black, oversized, probably stolen from Hollis, and yank it over his head. His chain glints in the purple light, cross pendant swinging between you.
“Been thinking about this,” he rasps against your collarbone, teeth scraping. “Every time you send me voice notes critiquing my mixes… fuck, your voice. Wanted it moaning my name instead.”
You roll your hips and he hisses, hands gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. “Roman—”
He cuts you off with a kiss—messy, desperate, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to taste every lie he’s ever told himself about staying professional. You feel him hard through his grey sweats, thick and hot against your core, and you can’t help grinding down again.
“Quiero comerte viva,” (i want to eat you alive)
he growls, flipping you so fast your back hits the couch cushions. Your skirt is bunched around your waist now, panties dragged down your thighs and flung somewhere toward the mixing board. He spreads your legs wide, eyes dark.
“Look at you. So pretty when you’re not pretending you don’t want this.”
He doesn’t tease—he dives in like a man starved, tongue flat and licking a stripe up your pussy that makes your back arch off the couch. You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan; he rips it away.
“Nah. Let me hear you. Studio’s soundproof, baby. Scream all you want.”
He eats you out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do—sucking your clit, sliding two fingers inside you and curling just right, whispering filthy praise in Spanglish against your thighs.
“Tan mojada pa’ mí… taste so fucking good… gonna ruin you for everyone else—”
Your orgasm hits sudden and hard, thighs clamping around his head as you sob his name. He doesn’t stop—just slows, licking you through it until you’re shaking and trying to push him off because it’s too much.
He crawls back up your body, mouth shiny with you, and kisses you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. You reach for his sweats, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, tip already leaking. He groans when you wrap your hand around him, stroking once, twice.
“Condom?” you manage.
“nah, don't have.” His voice cracks like he’s 19 again and not the guy with 300 million streams.
he lines up, rubbing the head through your folds until you’re whining.
“Roman, please—”
He pushes in slow, eyes locked on yours, watching every inch disappear inside you. The stretch burns perfectly; you both moan at the same time.
“So tight, mierda—made for me, weren’t you?”
He bottoms out and stills, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. You clench around him on purpose and he laughs, breathless.
“Brat.”
Then he fucks you like he produces—relentless rhythm, every thrust hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. One hand wraps loosely around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, grounding you while the other pins your hip to the couch.
You lose track of time. Of everything except the slap of skin, the creak of the couch, the way he whispers “te ves tan bonita así” every time you fall apart around him again.
When he gets close, his thrusts go sloppy, hips stuttering. “Where—fuck—where do you want—”
“Inside,” you gasp, nails digging into his back. “I’m on the pill, just—please—”
That undoes him. He buries his face in your neck, moaning your name like a prayer as he comes, hips jerking through it, filling you up. The feeling of him pulsing inside you tips you over one last time, and you cling to him, trembling.
After, he doesn’t pull out right away—just stays on top of you, kissing your shoulder, your jaw, your forehead. Soft now. Vulnerable.
You feel his breath hitch against your skin.
“Hey,” you whisper, cupping his face. “You okay?”
He laughs, wet and shaky. “Yeah. Just… nobody’s called me Roman in months. Not like that. Not while—” He cuts himself off, hides his face in your neck again.
You hold him tighter. The monitors have gone to sleep; the loft is completely dark except for the city glow. Somewhere down the hall, Hollis snores.
Roman finally pulls out, grabs some tissue papers to clean you off, tosses it toward the trash and misses completely. Neither of you care. He grabs a throw blanket, drapes it over you both, and curls around you like he’s scared you’ll vanish.
“Stay till morning?” he mumbles into your hair.
You press a kiss to his collarbone, right over the little tattoo of a compass that never points north.
“Left to right, baby,” you whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiles against your skin—small, real, nothing like the smirk he gives cameras.
Outside, Chicago keeps moving. Inside the studio, for once, the static finally goes quiet.
—
You wake up to the low hum of the fridge and Roman’s heartbeat under your ear.
It’s still dark, maybe 5:15 now. The blanket is half on the floor, his hoodie is your pillow, and he’s tracing lazy circles on your bare hip like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he stops touching you.
His voice is rough from sleep and screaming your name an hour ago.
“You’re real, right? Not some fever-dream collab my brain cooked up?”
You laugh into his chest. “Pretty sure I’m real. You still have my panties somewhere near the kick drum.”
He groans, embarrassed, then rolls so he’s hovering over you again, hair falling into his eyes. “Round two, then? Gotta make sure.”
You pretend to think about it. “Only if you say ‘drippysoup, my best friend’ first.”
He snorts, drops his forehead to yours. “Fuck off,” he whispers, but he’s grinning, and then he’s kissing you slow and filthy, morning breath and all, like he’s trying to memorize the taste.
This time there’s no rush. He peels your skirt the rest of the way off, mouths his way down your body like he’s mapping every inch he missed earlier. When he gets between your thighs again he doesn’t tease—he just looks up at you with those ridiculous puppy eyes and says, voice wrecked,
“Want you on my tongue again. Can I?”
You barely nod before he’s licking into you like he’s starving, slower this time, savoring. Two fingers slide in easy; he curls them and sucks your clit at the same time and you have to bite onto your wrist to stay quiet. He moans into you when you do, hips grinding against the couch like he can’t help it.
You come with his name muffled, thighs shaking so hard he has to hold you down. He crawls back up, licking his lips, smug and soft all at once.
“My turn,” you breathe, pushing him onto his back.
He’s already hard again—nineteen and famous has its perks. You mouth your way down his chest, tongue flicking over the little silver cross that rests in the hollow of his throat. When you wrap your hand around him he jerks, curses in Spanish so fast you only catch every third word.
You take your time. Swirl your tongue around the tip, sink down slow, hollow your cheeks the way you’ve imagined for months while listening to his voice notes at 2 AM. His hands fist in your hair—not pushing, just holding on for dear life.
“Baby, por favor—fuck—your mouth is unreal—”
You pull off just to watch him fall apart, stroking him with your hand while you speak against the head of his cock. “You write all those dirty lyrics but can’t handle this?”
He laughs, broken.
“Shut up and let me come down your throat or I’m writing a diss track.”
You do. He does. His whole body arches, thighs trembling, and he whimpers—actually whimpers—your name like it hurts.
After, he drags you up, kisses you deep so he can taste himself on your tongue, then flips you again so you’re chest to chest, legs tangled.
The quiet settles back in. Real quiet this time. The kind that makes people say things they can’t take back.
He’s the one who breaks it.
“I don’t know how to do this part,” he admits into your neck. “The after. People leave. Or I leave first. It’s easier.”
You run your fingers through his hair. “I’m not people.”
He makes this sound—half laugh, half sob—and hides his face again. You feel wet hit your shoulder. Not a lot. Just enough to know the cocky Rommulas mask is fully off right now.
“I’m scared,” he whispers. “Tour starts in nine days. Album drops in three weeks. What if I fuck this up too? What if I’m only good at the chase and I ruin you like I ruin everything else?”
You pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are red-rimmed, lashes wet, and he’s never been more beautiful.
“Roman Leal,” you say, using the full government like it’s a spell. “You’re not ruining anything. We’re just getting started.”
He stares at you for a long second, then kisses you soft—nothing like the desperate clash from before. This one feels like a promise.
Eventually he reaches for his phone on the coffee table, checks the time, winces. “Hollis is gonna wake up in two hours and find us naked on his couch. He’ll never shut up.”
“Let him cry about it,” you mumble, already half-asleep again.
Roman grabs the abandoned hoodie, tugs it over your head so you’re swimming in it. It smells like him—cloves, vanilla, studio sweat. He pulls the blanket up, spoons you from behind, arm locked tight around your waist.
“One more thing,” he murmurs against the back of your neck.
“Mm?”
“Next single. The one I’ve been scared to finish. I want your voice on the hook. Not a feature—just… you. Whispered. Like this.”
He presses a kiss behind your ear, then another, softer.
You smile into the dark. “Left to right, baby.”
He hums, already drifting. “Left to right.”
The city starts waking up outside—first trains, first delivery trucks, first hints of grey in the sky. Inside the loft, the monitors finally power down completely.
For once, the static is gone.
But the night isn’t over. When the sun actually comes up, he’s gonna bend you over the mixing board and make you ride him while the master channel peaks in the red. He’s gonna record the sounds you make and turn them into the outro of track 7. He’s gonna tattoo the time stamp—3:33 AM—on the inside of his wrist the day the album drops.
And you’re gonna let him.
Because this thing between you? It’s not a one-time glitch.
a/n: the random spanish parts remind me of ash trevino speaking spanish for no reason, ALSO i didn't know if my usual taglist wanted to be tagged here but like eh whtv im not making 1000 different taglists
fic info: (not proof-read) after you and your (ex)boyfriend roman broke up you had trouble sleeping. a sudden urge told you to try and text him, see if you were blocked. you hear a sudden ringing coming from your phone. was this a good or bad thing?
tags: car sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, name calling, oral, dirty talk.
info: hi everyone! before i start i just want to give a little warning. i’ve never made fics of real people before so i hope nobody takes this too offense, this is coming from inspiration and imagination. this is also one of my first times writing a fic with a actual person so please go easy on me lol. i respect boylife and love them all. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy. >w<
if only you knew how much being single would benefit the way you slept. you and your ex boyfriend; rommulas had broke up around three months ago, and your sleep schedule had only gotten worse. you thought not having to stress over a relationship would let you focus on yourself and your mental health but it had only made it worse. the way you missed him was like nothing else and all you could do was spend your nights wide awake looking back on old memories you were left with, because although he was not yours anymore, there were no other distractions from reality than the thought of him.
and just when you thought you were getting better you caught yourself scrolling through your old messages between you and him right after midnight. looking back at every old message, every last word spoken, your heart sunk a little. you guys didn’t break up for any bad reason, there were just things getting between you guys. roman had many tours to do and you were busy with work and personal things. the two of you decided it was for the best to split up and give eachother time to focus on what really needed to be done. and although the breakup did give you some help to your personal life you couldn’t stop the thought of him. every little thing about him made your heart skip a beat. the thought of his eyes glistening in the sunlight while his soft brown curls blew in the wind. everything was perfect about him and you felt like you’d never get the same from anyone else. he was heaven sent and now a piece of you was missing because he was gone.
as you were scrolling around and clicking on old photos of you two a sudden wave of anxiety rushed through you. the urge to text him grew more and more. you knew it was a bad idea it was the worse idea you could have this late at night, but with getting no sleep your brain only messed with your thoughts even more. you clicked down on the keyboard as the screen scrolled right down to the last message that was sent. it being “i love you. stay safe.” only made you feel worse. you fumbled with your thumbs for a while questioning if this was really the best thing to do right now. you took deep thought into it when you started typing out a message:
you: “hey. missing you.” sent.
your heart was on the verge of exploding out your chest when you threw your phone on your bed and got up. you walked to the kitchen to grab some water and think about what you had done. what if he didn’t answer? what if he was with his friends and he makes fun of you? what if he thinks your a complete weirdo? every little bad thing had barged into your head only making your anxiety grow deeper. you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and sat on a little stool at the kitchen table. taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and let yourself relax. the worse he could do was say nothing and just leave you alone. ten minutes had passed and the time now said 1:57 am. you had got up from the stool making your way back into your bedroom. your palms were sweating as you stared down at your phone on your bed. you shook your head and walked into your bathroom to look in the mirror and splash water on your face. as you were doing so a loud noise came from your room. it was your phone ringing.
you rushed over to your bed and picked up your phone as your palms were sweating. your thumb hovered over the green dial button as your hand shook. you knew if you didn’t pick up this call you might not get another chance like this. this had to be worth it. slowly you pressed on the green button as you fell silent. you waited for him to speak as your heart thumped through your chest. suddenly you heard it. his voice.
-☏
r: ‘hey. what’s up?’
y/n: ‘hi.’
r: ‘oh so your acting shy now? what happened to you missing me. huh?’
y/n: ‘roman i- i- do miss you. i’m just not sure what to say. i didn’t expect you to answer or even see the text.’
r: ‘’mmm.. i see. what’re you doing up so late?’
y/n: ‘couldn’t sleep.’
r: ‘ah okay. let me pick you up. i’ll be there in 15.’
call ended.
you didn’t even know how to react. you sat there in silence thinking about what just happened. what the fuck was going on tonight? the silence filled the room when suddenly you snapped back into reality and realized he was going to pick you up. you rushed around your room trying to find something to wear. it had been months since he saw you and you wanted to look good. it wasn’t a typical date but you still wanted to put some effort into what you looked like. although it was summer the nights still were a little chilly. you tossed on a tank top along with some comfy flared sweats. you grabbed a hoodie from your closet just incase it got cold. around five minutes later you heard a beep from outside. you looked out your window to see a black hellcat parked right outside. you ran quickly to the door, took a deep breath, and headed outside. you walked to the car noticing tinted windows so you couldn’t even see him. that had made you somewhat more nervous as you walked to the passenger side.
when you got to the passenger side you opened the door slowly as you crawled into the car and sat down. you slowly turned your head to see rommulas laid back in the seat smiling slightly. your cheeks grew pink as your mind was a million places at once. first of all the car was amazing. it was a beautiful car. on top of the car looking perfect he was another level perfect. he looked the same as you remembered. his pretty eyes with his curls falling right above his face. and god that smile that was what got you the most. you didn’t know what to do or say. there was an awkward silence before he finally spoke up. ‘you look pretty.’ he said with a whisper. your heart thumped and thumped, you felt like you could basically hear it in your ears.
‘thank you roman. you look nice too.’ you turned your face away from him trying not to make eye contact. the tension grew as the car fell silent. you sat there messing with the strings of your sweats when you suddenly felt fingers on your cheeks. he was turning your face towards his as your eyes met. you blinked slowly at him as your lips parted like you wanted to say something but nothing came out. ‘i don’t think you understand how much i’ve been wanting this. i needed to see you. i can’t stop thinking about you.’ his voice sounded sincere. all you could think about was how you needed him just as much as he needed you. breaking the silence you took risk and plunged forward crashing your lips against his. as soon as you did his hands found way to your body and from there things quickly escalated.
somehow you found your way into the back seat, on top of his lap. the make out session got heated. it was getting hot in the car and the window fogged up quickly. both of your breathing was heavy as his hands stayed right on your hips while you were grinding against his lap. ‘shit baby. didn’t know you had this still in you.’ he bucked his hips up slightly making you groan. his hands slowly crept up under your shirt and to your tits. he squeezed them softly as you bit down on your lip. he slowly picked you up and placed you to the side as he grabbed a hair tie from his wrist to tie up his hair. you looked at him as you fell in awe even more. ‘let me do something.’ he pushed back in the car slightly as he patted the space for you motioning for you to lay down. you listened to him as you put your head against the door leaving space for your body on the seat. he grabbed at the hem of your pants waiting for your consent before you nodded letting him take them off. he pulled down on them along with your soaked panties allowing you to be exposed. he looked down at your pussy then back up at you as he crawled on top of you kissing you roughly.
you moaned into his mouth slightly grinding up against him. he backed away again and crawled down between your legs inches away from your cunt. ‘you ready ma?’ he looked up at you waiting for your response. you groaned slightly ‘mmhm- go ahead.’ you grabbed onto the back of the passenger seat bracing on. slowly his tongue dragged across your clit as you moaned loudly arching your back slightly. he never broke eye contact with you making sure to watch you fall apart under his touch. he kept licking and sucking on your clit when he slowly brought his finger to your hole and pushed it in. your moans grew louder and your back was off the seat at this point. ‘s-shit roman! i’m gonna c-‘ you huffed loudly when you felt a loss of something. he stopped sucking and stopped fingering. but why?
‘don’t want you to cum yet. need to fuck you first.’ he sat up in the seat and pulled down his jeans leaving him in his boxers. you looked down at his boxers seeing his hard erection through them. he was big. one of the main issues when you had sex with him was he couldn’t fully fit. and although it sometimes caused pain your excitement grew just at the thought of it. you crawled over to him and slowly pulled down his boxers as his length sprung up and slapped his chest. you looked down at it as it was covered with pre-cum. you felt yourself grow wetter just at the look of it. ‘come here baby.’ he grabbed your hand and brought you onto his lap. ‘roman what about a condom?’ you looked at him with question in your eyes. ‘i’ll pull out. and if anything happens i’ll drop off a plan b in the morning. i promise.’ you knew he was being honest. he was always honest about things like this so you trusted him. you nodded at him when you slowly positioned yourself right at his dick. he grabbed onto your hips and guided you down onto him. feeling him fill you up made the both of you gasp.
he was now fully inside as you had your eyes closed shut. you were holding onto the back of his neck with your head tossed down on his shoulder. ‘you okay? i’m gonna move now.’ you nodded against his shoulder as he slowly started to thrust up. you bit down on your lip trying to hold back your moans but there was no use. you felt every inch of him inside you as your walls squeezed tightly around him. ‘f-fuck roman. it’s too much!’ you yelped loudly as you squeezed his back tightly. every thrust got more powerful and his grip on your waist got tighter. ‘yeah? too much. you know how to take this dick i trained you just right for it.’ he placed a kiss to your neck as he lifted his legs higher picking up the pace once again. the new angle hit every good spot right. you were basically screaming at this point. you knew your orgasm was close. the knot in your stomach grew heavy as you squeezed tight onto him again. ‘r-roman i can’t- take anymore.’ you bit down on your lip as you lifted your head and looked him deep in the eyes. ‘cmon baby. be my good slut and cum all on this dick. hm?’ he thrusted quicker and quicker until you moaned one last time and came all over him. the both of you groaned loudly as he picked you up off his dick making sure to pull out just in time. his cum landed all over his and your thighs making the two of you laugh. you laid your head back down on his shoulder and caught your breath.
‘thank you roman.’ you said quietly. he laughed slightly ‘you don’t have to thank me for fucking you.’ you lifted your head and looked him in the eyes. ‘no roman. it was more than just fucking to me. i missed you and you took the time to reach out to me and make my night. i think i’ll finally be able to sleep after this.’ he looked at you deeply in the eyes and smiled bringing your head back down to his shoulder.
Roman’s being needy again. He telling you about flavored condoms while your trying to get ready for bed. You give into his fantasy.
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You’re in the kitchen with Roman before bed. You’re cleaning the counter when he breaks the silence. “You know they make flavored condoms? Let me use one?” He says out of the blue. “Oh my fuck Roman. Flavors??? Goodbye.” You roll your eyes. Roman laughs at your horrified expression, reaching out to tug you closer again. “What?” he pouts, looking every bit like an overgrown golden retriever—all puppy-eyes and wounded innocence, “I just like the cherry ones. Reminds me of you.” Then, with that signature cocky grin. “...And, also, they make my dick taste very appetizing. Thought you’d like that. I wanna watch you put it on me.” You look at him in utter confusion and shock. “Roman what the fuck. Why do you know that shit? Cherry?? Out of everything? My god. You’re not fucking me with flavored condoms.”
Roman groans at your horrified reaction—letting go of you to bury his face in his hands like he’s embarrassed. “Jesus Christ, you’re so bad for my ego, you know that right? What’s wrong with trying to make my dick look like a treat?” He says from behind his hands, voice sounding comically whiny. “I’ve eaten you out on this kitchen counter at least a dozen times, and you’re telling me a flavored condom is where you draw the line?”
“Oh my…goodnight. Goodnight Roman.” You cut him off before any other ridiculous ideas come out of his mouth. Roman huffs out a dramatic sigh, dropping his hands from his face to give you a look of melodramatic pleading. “Wait, no, not goodnight. You can’t let me stand here with a massive boner and then just leave me! That’s just cruel, babe.” He shuffles over to you with a pout, wrapping his arms around your waist once more. “Come oooon. Let’s lay down? I'll keep my pants on, promise. I'll be a good boy..."
“What is my life…” You sigh and shake your head. Roman grins at your sigh, immediately tightening his arms around you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a contented hum. “Your life is perfect,” he murmurs smugly, “You’ve got me. A devoted boyfriend who will literally worship every inch of you for free.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your jawline before adding. “...And I’ll even let you choose the flavor if it makes this go faster. But only because I'm feeling generous.” You playfully hit him. “Roman! Shut up with your flavors!”
Roman chuckles against your skin, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. His arms around your waist are a relentless vice, pulling you in even closer so that he can press his hips against yours with a playful little thrust. “Mmm, come on, mi amor,” he teases softly, his lips dragging against your pulse point. “You know how much I love it when you boss me around. You get all bitchy and sexy, and I get all submissive and desperate. It's a win-win for everyone.”
“That has nothing to do with your fuckass flavored condoms that you’re not using on me.” Roman groans at that, his hands gripping you tighter as if he’s trying to hold himself together. “Please, baby,” he mutters against your neck, “I swear to God, the little cherry-flavored ones are like... my biggest fantasy right now.” He grinds his hips against you again, a little harder, desperate in need of attention—then suddenly gasps against your skin as an idea hits him. And that familiar cocky grin returns. “...Wait. I have an idea.” You know it’s gonna be something ridiculous—the whole thing already is. “Babe that’s not…” You sigh. “You don’t use those to fuck me, you know that right? It’s for when I give you head.” You explain to him. That shuts Roman right up, leaving him to stutter like an idiot and turn a lovely shade of red—but his body practically thrums with excitement as his mind catches up to your words. “I...uh...” he spits out, looking dazed for a second before finding his voice again. He’s staring at you with an utterly wrecked expression as he whispers. “You’d do that for me, baby girl? Let me wear it when you—“ He swallows hard, like he’s trying to suppress a moan. “Fuck Roman…getting shy?” You tease him to watch his expression. Roman shudders visibly, his face going even more flushed as he meets your gaze with eyes that are almost black with want. All of his usual cockiness and swagger have completely melted away, leaving his face an expressive portrait of desire. “I’m not shy,” he denies breathlessly, the words so unconvincing that they’d be laughable—if it weren't for how obvious it is that you've gotten him worked up. That and the very noticeable bulge in his jeans...
“No? But you are hard.” Your hand grabs him through his clothes. Roman groans at your touch, his face going dark with a desperate need as he leans in, pressing his forehead against your shoulder like he can't handle your eyes right now. “Only because I keep picturing you... on your knees for me, looking up at me like that through your eyelashes—“ He mutters in a low, ragged voice. Each word ends in a soft whine. “I’m gonna assume you already bought your cherry condoms.” You knew him enough to know this was his way of soft launching that fact. Roman whimpers at the mention of the flavored condoms, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as he struggles to keep himself under control. It’s honestly adorable that he can be this worked up just from imagining you on your knees...
“Y-yeah.” He whispers, breathless with a mix of eagerness and embarrassment. “Yeah, I did. Are you really gonna let me wear them, though?” You nod. “Once.” Roman groans as if that one word was the greatest turn-on he could ever receive—his whole body shuddering against yours as he lets out an overwhelmed little noise against your shoulder. “God, please...” he begs, voice rough and desperate, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, babe. Promise you’re gonna let me wear my flavored condom now, please.” You nod and push his hands off of you. “Hurry..” You walk to your shared bedroom. Roman moves like a man possessed—already halfway to the bedroom before you, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his jeans as he practically trips over himself. “Fuck—fuck, okay,” he mutters breathlessly, “Just gotta find them real quick. I swear they’re in my nightstand drawer.” You chuckle at his reaction. He yanks his drawer open so hard that half its contents go flying across the room—but there’s no mistaking that small packet of cherry-flavored condoms when he pulls them out with a triumphant little gasp. “...Gotcha.” You shake your head with a smile. You walk up to him and take the condom from his grasp.
Roman makes an absolutely wrecked noise when you take the packet, his gaze dark with barely contained need as he lets you take it from his clutching fingers. His hands twitch like he wants to reach out, to touch you, but he’s restraining himself—letting you lead this little game. “Baby...” he breathes, eyes already trailing down to watch the packet in your hand with a kind of desperate fascination. He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and rough as he whispers again. “Let me wear it, please.” You push him to sit back on the bed. His hands are already yanking at the waistband of his pants—shoving them down in one swift motion before he’s sprawled out on the bed for you. “Fuck,” he rasps, eyes locked onto yours as he reaches for the packet again—this time with an almost pleading look, “Just... let me put it on myself? I need to do this right.”
“No..you said you wanted me to put it on. I’ll be gentle baby..” You get down on your knees in front of him. Those words alone make Roman shiver again, his jaw clenching so hard as he fights the urge to just lose it right there. His body is trembling now, every muscle taut under his skin as he stares down at you with a wrecked, desperate expression. “Please,” he gasps, voice catching in his throat as he practically falls apart, “I need it so bad, baby—been dreaming of this... just please be gentle... I’m so goddamn sensitive right now.” You put the package between your teeth as you pull his boxers down and reveal his throbbing dick. Roman chokes—his entire body jerking violently the second he feels your teeth on the packet, his hands flying to grip at the sheets beneath him as a ragged moan tears from his throat. “F-fuck! Fuck, fuck,” he babbles mindlessly, “Y/n—you’re gonna kill me. You’re actually gonna kill me like this.” His hips buck involuntarily toward you as you pull down his boxers, revealing just how painfully hard and leaking he is already. His voice cracks with need. “...Put it on me? Please?” You can’t help but whine at the sight. You bite your lip and nod. You tear the condom wrapper open with your teeth. You take it out and slowly roll it down his throbbing dick. Roman sobs—an actual, punched-out sound of pure relief as you roll the condom down his length. His hips jerk helplessly into your touch, his whole body trembling like a live wire. “Fucking—fuck, y/n,” he gasps, “Taste it. Taste how good I am for you.” His hands fly to grip at your hair—not pushing, just clinging—as he stares down at you with blown-out pupils and swollen lips. “...You’re killing me. You know that right?”
You finish putting it on him and lick from base to tip. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, his thighs spreading as he tries to hold back his moans. He throws his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as you tease him with your tongue. His fingers tighten in your hair for a split second before loosening again, remembering he’s not supposed to pull. “Taste good, y/n?” You hum. “Mhm.” You circle your tongue around his tip before opening your mouth and taking his dick in. Roman chokes—his entire body bowing off the bed as he stares down at you in pure, overwhelmed ecstasy. His hands are white-knuckled on the sheets now, his hips twitching with every slow bob of your head. “F-fuck,” he whimpers, “That’s it—just like that. You look so goddamn perfect with my cherry-flavored dick in your mouth.” His voice breaks when you swallow around him. “...Gonna cum if you keep this up.”
You work exactly like you knew he wanted and needed. Exactly like you’d done many times before. The cherry flavor filling your mouth. His dick hits the back of your throat repeatedly. Moans and whines fall from his mouth like a waterfall. “Just like that, baby,” he moans raggedly, his fingers gripping your hair in encouragement. “Can you hear how good you're making me feel?” You hum around him sending a vibration through him. You keep working until he’s ready to cum. He whimpers “I’m gonna cum…please..please..” He begs for release but you pull up with pop. You quickly pull the condom off and take him back into your mouth. You suck his dick again without a barrier. The taste of cherry still lingers. Roman moans—a loud, unfiltered sound of pure ecstasy as you suck him bare. His back arches, his hands tightening in your hair. “F-FUCK! Fuck—y/n!” he sobs, “Taste me—taste how much I fucking love you!” His hips buck wildly into your mouth now, chasing the sensation as he cums with a strangled cry. You feel the hot cum in the back of your throat as you slowly come off. Roman falls back into the bed. You get off the floor and throw the condom away. “Happy?” You ask him as you get into bed with him. “Thank you…” He says softly.
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Tag list: @sweet2sin @2bun22 @luvvconceal @myliifeisamess @lattetwirll @hollissangell @swagonometryfr
warnings: p in v , oral (f receiving) , sough rex , usage of y/n , usage of good girl , hair pulling , slapping , js rough overall...
bg info: you and Roman have been dating for a few years and when it finally reaches your birthday he gives you something that's way more special and intimate than coach,expensive jewelery, and chrome hearts.
roman has the camera pointed at you as you blow out your 21 candles on the cake. you both were sat on the balcony of a airbnb in cali. he cheered as you smiled at the camera.
he put the phone down and kisses you. "happy 21st baby." he told you for the 20th time today. you guys have been everywhere. from shopping to flying then this airbnb.
"its cold lets go back in.." you giggled as he got up and grabbed the cake from your hands. you shut the screen door behind you and walked to where he sat at the couch.
"thank you for making today special Roman." you laid your head on his lap. he hummed as he stroked your hair. "I have one final surprise pretty."
you picked your head up and looked at him in confusion. "what is it?" you questioned. he grinned before getting up and heading for the bedroom.
you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you waited a bit, deciding if you should follow him or not but you ended up following him. once you opened the door to the bedroom he was no where to be found.
you hesitantly stepped into the room and looked around. "roman?.." you peeked through the bathroom door. once you turned back around, you were pushed onto the bed.
roman stood over you. he didn't have a shirt on and his hair was placed into a messy bun. you let out a nervous laugh as he placed his hands beside you.
he leaned down to hover your neck. you shivered as he breathed "you ready for your last surprise?" he questioned.
“mmhm..” you hummed as he kissed your neck. his hand creeped behind your ear as he kissed up to your jawline.
you took your shirt off, leaving you with only a lacey black bra and short ruffled shorts. he then started to kiss down your body.
he reached under your belly button and stopped. he hooked his pointer finger in your shorts and tugged at them.
you gave him the nod to continue and he tugged them off. “my favorite..” he smiled as he stared at your underwear. they were infact his favorite pair. the pink laced ones with cheetah print.
"mm.. now your getting it good tonight. imma put you to sleep" he laughed. you were honestly confused on what he meant by that but you just let him do his thing.
he pushed your underwear aside and revealed your wet and throbbing clit. he brushed his finger over it, making you twitch slightly. he looked up at you teasingly. "you've been teasing me all day Roman.."
you weren't lying. he teased you all day. "I needed you to be ready baby.." he muttered in a apologizing tone before licking your folds. you whimpered as he entered a finger in you.
his tongue flicked your clit. you moaned out loud and arched your back with pleasure. "you like that hm?" he whispered against you as he put in another finger.
he stretched you out and held your waist. "roman.. im- ngh.. close..~" you managed to get out before he stopped. you let out a defeated noise, the feeling of his fingers not being inside of you anymore made you feel empty.
"don't be like that.." he said lowly as he unbuckled his belt. his jeans fell to the floor and soon his boxers did too. oh god he was hard.. "you see what you do to me y/n?" he grabbed onto your side.
he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. you gripped the sheets and moaned. "ooh! roman! fuck!" you groaned before his hand shot to your mouth.
"you cant be too loud.." he chuckled before he sped up the pace. mascara was running down your eyes, along with tears. it really was that good.
he hummed before flipping you over while he was still in you. he held your waist with one hand and pulled your hair back with the other. he pounded into you carelessly as you either let out a cry or a moan with each thrust.
he leaned over and kissed your shoulder then your tear streaked cheek. you sobbed out some nonsense but he knew what you were trying to say. "be a good girl and cum for me.." he whispered in your ear.
you nodded and arched your back. he tangled your hair in his fingers and pushed your face down into the blankets. he slapped your ass repeatedly, making sure to leave you bruised.
"fuck! agh! roman!" you yell into the blanket which ended up getting muffled. that knot in your stomach tightend as your nails dug into the pillows.
roman smiled down at you then noticed how your legs were wobbly and growing weak. he chuckled at the sight before turning his attention back to you.
"I'm so close!!" you moan. he pounds into you harder before your legs start shaking and you let out a muffled moan. he rode out your orgasm before pulling out.
he released thick white ropes of cum on your back as you collapsed onto the bed. you panted out of breath as Roman untangled your hair. "you did so good for me mama.." he muttered as he walked to the bathroom.
he came out with a damp towel and got behind you again. he wiped your back and your hole clean and kissed it. it was red and swollen. "lets get you to sleep hm?" he threw the towel into a nearby hamper.
you climbed under the covers and he followed behind you. he spooned you from behind and stroked your hair. not even seconds later, he heard your soft snores. "fast asleep.." he chuckled before dozing off.
✦ affection, 2hollis x reader x rommulas chapter six
chapter warnings ; smut, p in v, afab!reader, no aftercare, arguing
word count ; 4.7k
lucky's note ; its one in the morning and i just finished writing this after a 15hr bus ride ignore any mistakes ive been up way too long 😭 anyways fuck hollis he sucks lowkey :/
By the time you made it through the checkout line you were starting to think texting Roman had been a mistake. Mostly because there was something embarrassing about admitting you'd spotted someone across a grocery store and immediately thought of him.
You pushed your cart through the automatic doors and into the summer heat. The parking lot was busy. People moved in every direction, loading groceries into trunks, wrangling shopping carts, yelling at children.
For a second, you didn't see him.
Then, a deep voice came behind you. "There you are."
You turned around, following the voice. Roman was leaning against the metal railing outside the entrance, sunglasses pushed up into his hair.
The smug grin on his face told you he'd been watching you look for him.
You immediately regretted everything. "Don't."
"Don't what?" He raised an eyebrow.
You pointed at him. "Whatever expression that is."
He laughed. "What expression?"
"The one that says you're about to be insufferable."
"Too late." He said through a chuckle.
You groaned.
Roman pushed away from the railing. "You know, most people would've just walked over and said hi."
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Unfortunately, you were already smiling. Roman noticed.
"I should've blocked your number." You groaned, pushing the cart past him toward your car.
"You say that every time we talk." Roman replied as he fell into step beside you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"Because I mean it every time." You shot back.
"Liar." Roman said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes and kept walking. God, he was annoying.
You reached your car and dug through your bag for your keys. Before you could unlock the trunk, Roman reached into the cart and grabbed two grocery bags.
"Excuse you." You said, staring at him.
"What?" Roman asked, glancing over innocently.
"I can carry my own groceries." You tell him.
"I know." Roman replied.
"Then put them down." You said.
"No." Roman answered immediately.
You stopped walking and stared at him. Roman stared right back. Neither of you moved. A second later, he turned and started walking toward the trunk like he'd already won the argument.
"You are unbelievable." You muttered as you unlocked the car.
"I've been called worse." Roman said, setting the bags down.
"Frequently, I'm guessing." You replied.
Roman laughed as he leaned against the back of your car. "Usually by Hollis."
You froze for a second. The mention of Hollis's name made something twist in your stomach. Roman noticed immediately.
"So..." Roman said after a moment, straightening up. "Now what?"
You closed the trunk and crossed your arms. "What do you mean now what?" You asked.
Roman blinked. "You texted me." He pointed out.
"To see if it was you." You reminded him.
"And now you've confirmed it was me." Roman replied.
You rolled your eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"Thank you." He nodded.
"That wasn't a compliment." You say, face completely straight.
"I choose to believe it was." Roman shot back immediately.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn't awkward. It was surprisingly comfortable. Roman kicked lightly at the pavement before glancing over at you.
"You hungry?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "That's your plan?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"It's a good plan." Roman replied with a shrug.
"It's barely a plan." Youu pointed out, shaking your head.
Roman laughed under his breath. "Yet you're still here." He said, looking at you knowingly.
You groaned dramatically. "I hate when you're right." You muttered, pushing off your car.
Roman grinned. "Good thing I'm right a lot." He replied as he started walking.
You immediately rolled your eyes and followed after him. "Don't get used to it." You warned, falling into step beside him.
"No promises." Roman said, shoving his hands into his pockets again.
You walked in silence for a moment before looking over at him.
"Where are we even going?" You asked.
Roman glanced around the parking lot.
"No clue." He admitted with a smile.
You stopped walking for a second.
"You seriously don't know?" you asked incredulously.
"Nope." Roman replied, popping the 'p'.
You stared at him. "You are genuinely the least helpful person I've ever met."
Roman placed a hand over his heart. "That's actually kinda hurtful." He said dramatically.
"No it isn't." You replied immediately.
"You're right." Roman laughed.
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
The two of you ended up wandering through the shopping center with no real destination in mind. At some point Roman dragged you into a convenience store.
"This drink changed my life." Roman announced as he pulled a bottle from the cooler.
You looked at the label. "That looks disgusting." You said flatly.
Roman gasped dramatically. "Don't disrespect greatness." He replied.
You snorted. "It literally looks radioactive." You pointed out.
Roman unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
"You're just jealous." He said.
You stared at him. "Of what?"
"My refined taste." Roman replied confidently.
You laughed. "Refined?"
"Extremely refined." Roman nodded.
"You have the palate of a twelve year old." You informed him.
Roman stopped walking. "That's a crazy thing to say to someone who willingly eats gas station sushi."
"How do you know that?" You asked suspiciously.
Roman immediately looked pleased with himself. "Hollis told me." He admitted.
You groaned and dropped your head back. "Of course he did." You muttered.
"I was horrified." Roman said, shaking his head.
"You should be." You replied.
The conversation drifted after that. Music. Friends. Random stories. Nothing important. And somehow that was what made it nice. You weren't trying to figure out what he really meant. You weren't overthinking every text. You weren't wondering if you were annoying him. You were just talking. The realization hit harder than it should have.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You barely noticed it at first. Roman was halfway through a story about something Nate had done when your phone buzzed again. And then again.
Roman stopped mid sentence. "That's either an emergency or somebody's obsessed with you." He said, nodding toward your pocket.
You pulled your phone out. The second you saw the name on the screen, your stomach twisted.
Hollis.
The second you saw Hollis's name, everything else faded into the background. Including Roman. You hated that. You hated how easy it was.
Just minutes ago you'd been laughing. Walking around with Roman felt effortless in a way you hadn't expected. No tension. No arguments. No wondering whether you'd say the wrong thing. Just easy.
"What?" Roman asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
You looked up. "Huh?"
"Your face." Roman tilted his head. "Something happened."
You looked back at the messages. "Hollis texted me."
Roman's expression shifted almost immediately. The smile he'd been wearing faded just enough for you to notice.
"Oh." Roman replied, looking away for a second.
You hated that. You hated the tiny knot of guilt that appeared in your stomach.
"He wants me to come over." You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck.
Roman nodded once. "Figured." He said, kicking lightly at a crack in the pavement.
You rolled your eyes and looked away. Neither of you spoke for a moment. The noise of the parking lot filled the silence. Shopping carts rattled across the pavement. Cars pulled in and out of spaces. Somewhere behind you, a kid was crying because his mother wouldn't buy him ice cream.
Roman shoved his hands into his pockets. "You should go." Roman said after a moment.
Your head snapped toward him. "What?"
"You heard me." Roman replied.
"I don't have to." You said.
Roman looked at you. The expression on his face was impossible to read.
"You don't." Roman agreed.
The silence stretched. Then your phone buzzed again.
"I'm serious." Roman said. "Just go."
You looked down at your phone. You knew it was pathetic.
You looked back at Roman. "I'm sorry." You said quietly.
Roman's smile returned immediately. "For what?" He asked.
You gestured vaguely between the two of you. "This."
Roman shook his head. "Don't apologize."
You stared at him. For some reason that made you feel even worse.
"You sure?" You asked.
"No." He admitted. "But I'm trying to be mature."
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. For a second neither of you moved. Then Roman stepped backward.
"Go." Roman said, giving you a small wave. "Before he sends a search party."
You laughed again then you climbed into your car.
As you pulled out of the parking lot, Roman was still standing there, watching. And for some reason, you found yourself checking the rearview mirror long after he disappeared from view.
By the time you pulled into Hollis's driveway, most of your frustration had already started to fade. Which was embarrassing. You sat in your car for a second, staring at the front door. You were still angry. At least you thought you were. Then your phone buzzed.
where r u
You rolled your eyes.
outside
The front door opened almost immediately. Your stomach betrayed you instantly.
"Pathetic." You muttered to yourself before climbing out of the car.
Hollis was already standing on the porch. The second he saw you, he smiled like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't told him to fuck himself two days ago.
"There you are." Hollis said, pushing off the doorframe.
You folded your arms. "Hi."
Hollis stepped closer. "Come here."
You tried to maintain your annoyance for approximately three seconds. Then he wrapped his arms around you. And just like that, most of your anger disappeared. Which only made you angrier.
"Hollis."
"What?" Hollis laughed against your hair.
"You suck." You say, annoyed.
"I know." He smiles, his hands settling on your waist. "I missed you."
Your chest tightened. This was exactly the problem. Because he always did this. Every single time. He'd say something that made you forget why you were upset in the first place.
"You're unbelievable." You muttered.
Hollis grinned. "Still came though."
You hated that he had a point.
The house was empty just like he said it would be. A movie played in the background. Neither of you paid attention to it. You sat curled against his side on the couch while Hollis absentmindedly played with your fingers.
Every now and then he'd kiss your forehead. Or your temple. Or your cheek. Like the last fight had never happened. Like he'd never sent screenshots of your followers. Like he'd never accused you of trying to make him jealous. Like he'd never refused to tell you why Roman mattered so much.
And eventually, the longer it went ignored, the harder it became to ignore.
You glance up at him. Hollis was already looking at you.
"What?" He askes softly, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.
You shook your head. "Nothing."
A small smile pulls at his mouth. "Liar."
You roll your eyes, but there wasn't much conviction behind it.
Maybe it was the way he was looking at you. Maybe it was because you'd missed him. Maybe it was because every time you were around him, your brain seemed to stop working.
Whatever the reason, the argument you'd spent days replaying in your head suddenly felt very far away.
Hollis lifted one hand and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. The gesture was simple. Your chest tightened.
"Stop looking at me like that." You muttered.
His smile widened. "Like what?"
"You know exactly like what." You say.
He only shakes his head innocently. "I don't."
"You do."
Hollis laughs quietly before leaning closer. For a second neither of you move. The movie continued playing somewhere in the background, forgotten entirely.
His hand settles against your jaw. Your heart immediately sped up.
"Hollis." You whispered.
"Hm?"
You stared at him. You should have said something. You should have brought up the fight. You should have asked the questions that had been bothering you for days.
Instead, you found yourself leaning closer. Hollis met you halfway. The kiss was slow at first. Careful. Like neither of you wanted to acknowledge how much you missed each other.
His hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer against his side. And just like that the conversation you've been trying to have disappeared completely.
The kiss wans't gentle anymore. It was heavy with all the things you haven't said to each other for days.
Hollis shifts, pulling you more firmly into his lap. The weight of him is grounding, but it also makes your heart race in a way that’s almost annoying. He knows exactly how to make your body betray your brain.
His hands, which were just playing with your fingers moments ago, are suddenly everywhere.
One slides under the hem of your shirt, his palm hot and slightly rough against the skin of your waist. You gasp, the sound muffled when he captures your lips again, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that makes your toes curl.
"Hollis..." You breathe against his mouth, but you aren't sure if you're telling him to stop or to keep going.
"I've got you, doll." He murmurs, his voice a low vibration that settles deep in your chest.
His hand moves higher, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast, and you arch into him instinctively. It’s a desperate, aching sensation. You want to pull away and demand an apology, but when his teeth graze your bottom lip and his hand slides higher, all you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.
Hollis pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, hooded and completely focused on you in a way that makes you feel exposed.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
"Shut up." You mutter but there’s no bite in it.
He doesn't wait for you to argue. His hands move to the hem of your shirt again, tugging it upward. You lift your arms, helping him, wanting the fabric gone as much as he does. When the shirt is finally tossed somewhere onto the floor, the cool air of the living room hits your skin, making you shiver but the chill doesn't last long. Hollis is already leaning back in, his hands sliding over your ribs, his thumbs tracing the curve of your waist.
He moves to your jeans next. The sound of the zipper feels deafening in the quiet room. You feel a flicker of that old annoyance how easily he can just strip away your defenses, both literally and figuratively.
As he works the button loose, his knuckles graze your stomach, and you let out a shaky breath. He’s being patient, slow, almost teasing, and it’s infuriating.
When he finally pushes the jeans down your hips, the sensation of his hands sliding over your bare thighs is almost too much. You're trembling, and you know it's because you're desperate to feel him against you, skin to skin.
When he finally pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it aside the sight of him makes your breath hitch.
The dim light of the living room catches the hard lines of his shoulders and the steady rise and fall of his chest. He looks hungry. He looks like he’s been waiting for this just as long as you have.
Then he moves. He leans forward, pressing his bare chest against yours. The contact is sudden and electric.
The heat of his skin against your own is so intense it almost makes you gasp. It’s a heavy, grounding sensation the friction of his hair on your chest, the solid weight of his muscles, the way your heartbeats seem to sync up the second you touch.
You let out a long, shaky exhale, your hands sliding up his back to grip his shoulders. His skin is warm, slightly damp from the heat of the moment, and you find yourself pressing closer, needing to close every single millimeter of space between you.
It’s infuriating how much you need this. How easily he can just touch you and make the rest of the world, the fight, the jealousy, the silence just disappear.
Hollis lets out a low, ragged sound at the contact, his forehead dropping against yours. His hands slide down from your waist, his palms flat against the small of your back, pulling you flush against him until there’s nothing left but heat and the desperate, heavy thrum of your own pulse.
"God, you have no idea what you do to me." He murmurs against your skin, his voice sounding wrecked.
"Tell me." You whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders, needing him to finally say the words he’s been hiding behind.
The way he’s looking at you changes. The softness is gone replaced by something darker, something much more possessive. It’s the same intensity he had when he was questioning you about Roman but now he’s using that energy to pull you under him.
He doesn't just touch you he claims you. His hands move from your back to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a firmness that’s almost bruising.
When he kisses you this time it isn’t slow. It’s hard and demanding, his teeth grazing your lip in a way that makes your head tilt back exposing your throat to him.
You gasp as he moves his mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips at your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against your skin and you can feel the sharp, stinging heat of it. It’s possessive. It’s a silent physical way of telling you that you’re his, regardless of the arguments or the people he thinks are looking at you.
"Hollis." You moan, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his hair, pulling him even closer. You should probably tell him he's being too much. You should tell him that he's being dramatic.
But as his hand slides lower, his fingers finding the slick, aching heat between your thighs, all you can do is arch your hips into him. The frustration of the last few days boils over into a desperate, heavy need.
He’s acting like he’s trying to make up for every second of silence, every moment he kept you at arm's length, and as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, you realize you don't want him to be gentle. You want him to be this intense. You want him to remind you exactly who you belong to.
The tension in the room is so thick it feels heavy, pressing down on you until you’re breathless. When Hollis finally pulls back, his eyes are dark and focused, tracking the way your thighs tremble where they’re draped over his hips. He doesn't hesitate. He moves between your legs, his weight settling firmly against you. Then he enters you.
It’s a slow, agonizingly deep slide that feels like it’s claiming every empty inch of you. You let out a broken, high pitched sound halfway between a sob and a moan as your body stretches to accommodate the sheer length of him. The sensation is overwhelming. A sudden, intense fullness that makes your vision blur. It’s the feeling of being completely filled, completely occupied by him, and for a moment, you can't even breathe.
"Hollis." You choke out again, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, your nails leaving faint red crescents in his skin.
He doesn't wait for you to catch your breath. He begins to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, driving into you with a desperate pace.
Every time he hits that perfect, sensitive spot deep inside, a jolt of electricity shoots through your entire nervous system, making your hips buck instinctively against him. The friction is incredible the slick, wet heat of your bodies sliding together, the heavy thud of his pelvis against yours, and the sound of your combined, ragged breathing filling the quiet room.
He leans down, his chest crushing your breasts as he drives into you again, harder this time. The sensation is almost too much. It’s a blunt, heavy pressure that makes your toes curl and your head toss back against the cushions. You can feel the sweat slicking your skin, making every touch feel even more intense.
"Look at me." He commands, his voice a low, wrecked growl.
You force your eyes open to find him watching you. He looks completely undone, his jaw tight, his eyes searching yours as if he’s trying to read every single thought you’ve had during this fight.
The rhythm then shifts from desperate to something much more deliberate. He reaches down, his large hands gripping your thighs and pinning them back against the couch, exposing you completely to him.
The sudden, firm hold makes you gasp, but the sensation is replaced by the way he tilts his hips, adjusting his angle to hit that one specific, sensitive spot deep inside you with every heavy thrust.
He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head into the cushions, his fingers bruising the soft skin of your arms as he anchors you to him.
The sound of it is visceral. The air is thick with the heavy, rhythmic slap of his hips hitting yours. Every time he thrusts, there’s a heavy, squelching sound that makes your breath hitch in a way that’s almost painful. You’re a mess of tangled hair, sweat slicked skin and desperate, broken sounds.
"Hollis, fuck." You sob, the words catching in your throat as he shifts his weight, his pelvis grinding against yours in a way that feels like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.
He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he answers with a low growl. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he breathes in your scent like a man starving.
He’s moving so fast now, his thrusts becoming short, shallow, and incredibly hard, driving you toward the edge with a ruthless precision.
The intensity is almost too much to bear. It’s a heavy, throbbing pressure that fills your entire vision. You feel the heat of him, the slickness of your own arousal coating his skin and the sheer, overwhelming force of his body against yours. You’re clawing at the cushions, your hips bucking upward to meet every strike, your entire body wound tight like it's about to snap.
He lets out a raw, wrecked sound a shout that’s half groan, half sob as he thrusts into you one last time.
He slams into you, his entire body shuddering with the force of his climax, and you feel the hot, pulsing sensation of him filling you as you shatter. You’re left gasping, your muscles twitching in the aftermath, your skin flushed and damp, completely undone by the sheer, unbridled chaos of him.
The silence that follows is heavy but for once it isn't the tense, angry silence of the last few days. It’s a soft and quiet, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing.
Hollis doesn't pull away immediately. He stays heavy on top of you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his skin still damp and radiating heat against yours. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you with a gentleness that feels like a silent apology.
In the dim light of the living room, with your limbs tangled and your heart finally slowing down, it feels like the fight is actually over. It feels like the walls have finally come down.
You let out a long, shaky exhale, your fingers tracing the line of his spine, enjoying the way his muscles slowly relax under your touch.
"Hollis?" You whisper, your voice still a little wrecked from the climax.
He makes a low, contented sound in his throat, his lips brushing against your collarbone. "Yeah?"
"Can we talk about it?" You ask, your heart starting to pick up a nervous rhythm again.
The change is instantaneous. The warmth drains from his body as he shifts, pulling himself up and away from you. The sudden absence of his weight feels like a cold slap. You watch as the softness in his eyes vanishes, replaced by that familiar, guarded mask.
"Do we have to?" He asks, his voice losing its warmth and turning flat, almost clinical.
He sits up on the edge of the couch, his back to you, the muscles of his shoulders tensing.
"We can't just keep doing this." You say, sitting up and pulling the discarded throw blanket around your chest.
You feel small, exposed and suddenly very foolish for thinking things had changed. "We can't just do this to pretend everything is okay."
"And what do you want me to say?" He snaps, the sudden volume of his voice making you flinch. "That I'm sorry? That it was a mistake? We’ve been circling the same argument for days and we’re still in the same place."
"Because we haven't talked!" You protest, your voice rising to match his. "You get upset. You don't talk to me and then you invite me over to fuck and nothing ever gets resolved. We always end up here."
He stands up abruptly, not even bothering to reach for his clothes, his silhouette dark and imposing in the dim light. "Then stop giving me reasons to be upset at you. Have you ever thought about that?"
You stare at him. For a second, you genuinely can't believe what you're hearing.
A bitter laugh escapes you. "Are you serious?"
Hollis drags a hand through his hair and looks away. "Don't."
"No, answer me." You stand up, tightening the blanket around yourself. "Are you actually blaming me right now?"
"I'm not blaming you." He lets out a frustrated sigh.
"That's exactly what you're doing."
Hollis lets out a groan. "You know what? This is why I didn't want to talk about it."
"Because you don't want to admit you're wrong?" You challenge him.
"Because every conversation turns into this." He quickly shuts you down.
You laugh again.
"This?" You gesture between the two of you. "Me asking you one question?"
His jaw tightens. You already know that look. The conversation is over. At least for him.
"Hollis." You warn.
"What?" He asks, annoyed.
"Just tell me the truth."
The room falls silent. For a second, you think he might. You think he might finally explain.
Instead, he shakes his head. "I don't wanna do this."
Something inside you sinks. Not because you're surprised. You're just tired.
"So that's it?" You ask quietly.
Hollis doesn't answer. The silence is answer enough. You look around the room. At the discarded clothes. At the movie still playing in the background. At the couch where, twenty minutes ago, you thought things were finally getting better.
Suddenly it all feels stupid and embarrassing.
You grab your clothes from the floor. "Hollis." You call out to him again.
He closes his eyes. "What."
"You know what the worst part is?"
He doesn't respond. You pull your shirt over your head. "The worst part is that I keep giving you chances to talk to me."
Hollis looks away. You nod once like you've finally gotten your answer. "Right." The word barely comes out above a whisper.
You grab your keys.
The sound finally makes him look up. "Where are you going?"
The irony of the question almost hurts. "You told me exactly where I stand."
"Baby-" He starts but you cut him off before he can finish.
"No, I'm done."
The words hang between you. Neither of you move.
Then Hollis exhales sharply and looks away again. "If you're gonna keep arguing, just go."
The sentence hits harder than yelling would've. Because he sounds exhausted. Because a part of you thinks he means it. So you leave.
The drive home is a blur. Streetlights move across the windshield.
Your phone sits untouched in the passenger seat. For the first ten minutes, you keep expecting it to light up. A text. A call. Something.
Nothing comes.
By the time you pull into your driveway, your chest feels hollow. You sit in the dark for a long moment. Then you unlock your phone.
Your thumb hovers over Vic's contact. You already know she won't answer. So it keeps moving. Until it lands on Roman.
Contains: p in v and shower sex… i dunno what else to say
a/n: Soo im finally making a series and tbh this is gonna be all smut no slow burn! Im open to suggestions on what yall want in here<3 I love bladee so had to add his love song…
Even tho roman and you weren’t officially together everyone in your friend group knew there was something going on with you two. So it really wasn’t a secret to anyone in your circle. Internet was suspicious too of yall.
You would sleep at each other’s houses and hook up more than once a week. It was like you lived together. And both of you loved it with no shame.
Roman had woke you up by honking his cars horn outside of your apartment. You walked downstairs and let him in bc ofc you weren’t ready to go anywhere looking like you just woke up. He didn’t seem to mind though. Hands already at your sides and leaning to kiss. You moved back. You hadn’t brushed your teeth yet and didn’t want to kiss him. You knew he wouldn’t mind, he had done it before like everyone other day in the last month. But now you weren’t up for it.
Roman looked at you confused and little sad. He was really needy all the time. He was like a little kitten when you didn’t give him what he wanted. The rest of the day would go whining until you gave in.
And you always did.
You could sense that today was going to be the same. You walked away and let Roman know that you needed to shower, brush your teeth and do your make up before he could take you anywhere.
”mami can’t I help you anyway” ” likeee washing your hair” he grinned while saying that. You shot him a glare and locked the bathroom door leaving him outside. Before hopping into the shower you began to brush your teeth. While brushing you could hear Roman pacing outside of the door. You felt bad. He would be so happy if you let him in the shower with you.
So you decided to open the door after brushing your teeth. He was right outside the door looking like a child who had lost her mother in the crowd. You invited him inside and oh my he was happy.
He was quick to take his clothes off and was now waiting for your turn. You only had a robe on because you usually slept naked. Slowly, agonisingly slowly you started to slid the robe off. Looking at Roman he was almost jumping from excitement. Once you had slid off your robe you stepped into the shower. Roman closely behind you.
You turn the shower on and let your hair get wet. Roman was so close he got wet at the same time.
You slowly bend down to grab your sponge and soap. And started to wash yourself. You glanced at roman who was staring at you mouth open. You giggled at him. Making him get all red and ashamed that he got caught. You turned to face him and looked down to see him fully hard. That made you giggle even harder. You knew Roman was weak for you but didn’t know he was this weak and that made you little proud.
” You told me you would help me ”
”take the shampoo and wash my hair please, then I might do something to you”
He was fast to lather the shampoo on your hair and started massaging it into your hair. He did that twice and put on the conditioner. You put your hair into a bun so the conditioner could do its job. you turned to face roman and laced your lips on his. He grabbed your side with one hand and with the other he slams it against your ass and squishes it softly. You slid your tongue into his mouth and moved closer so you slightly touched his dick with your body. Earning a groan from him. He had watched you naked too long without touching his erection that made him super sensitive. Once you had noticed how sensitive he was you wrapped your hand around him and started to stroke his length slowly. You giggled about how sensitive and how much he was struggling to not cum at this second.
You backed up to the wall, Roman following closely behind. He put his hands on your hips and clasped his lips on yours. The same second he slid his length inside you. The sudden feeling got you off guard and you slipped a desperate moan into his mouth. He wasn’t doing better either, he was even bigger mess. Moaning and whimpering while he thrusted slow but hard. He had his eyes closed feeling like he could cum any second now, but wanting to let you finish first.
Seeing him so desperate made you weak. You sometimes liked to be dominant when he was like this, but now neither of you really were. Both a moaning mess.
He had his hand on your hip so you wouldn’t fall and the other was massaging your tit. If he didn’t have his hand on your hip you would be on the floor. The sensation of him inside of you and his hand on your tit made you lose it. Ones he noticed you coming close he withdrew his hand from your tit and put it on your clit, drawing messy circles on it.
You felt yourself come undone. Pulsing on his dick and making embarrassingly loud moans. The sight of you feeling like this from his dick made Roman lose it. He came the same time. Letting his liquid squirt all over your pussy. Normally you would protest his actions but now you were so weak you couldn’t.
after you both had gave a minute to catch your breath under the shower. You got a towel and stepped out.
” didn’t you have somewhere to take me?”
you grinned at him while he still was looking like a mess. Tho a good looking mess.
