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.
✦ affection, 2hollis x reader x rommulas chapter one
chapter warnings ; cussing, hollis being an asshole, reader is kind of naive here, no rommulas in this part!
lucky's note ; yay part one ^—^ idk how many parts this will have but ive been getting back into between friends again and affection is like one of their best songs ever and i just had to write something based on it. i hope it makes sense. also ignore the time stamps theyre lowkey unrelated to the whole story
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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.
a/n: i’m backkk for now , i keep forgetting to come on here and check what people are saying but ive written this quite quickly to keep some of you guys fed, i hope no one hates me for constantly going m.i.a but if u really enjoy my presence follow me on twitter 👀 same username & also im sorry for not tagging my fics anymore i just never know what to put!! but anyway thank you for all the love ive received it really means the world and i can’t believe my writing really does entertain people <2 i love u i hope u enjoy
w/c: 2k
it’s a late july night, you’re coming home to your dorm after a day out with your friends. you bought a few things, tops, pyjamas, and a few other boring things for your accommodation. your dorm is on the fourth floor, you never take the stairs.
your shoulder began to ache from all the contents in your bag, you desperately press the elevator button & wait patiently for it to come down to collect you. in the meantime, you check your notifications since you haven’t been on your phone all day.
a few seconds pass, and the elevator doors open slowly. but it’s not empty. you look up from your phone, and you’re met with a boy. one that you know pretty well.
he smiles. ‘didn’t think i’d catch you out at this time.’
‘ew fuck off roman.’ you snap.
he’s leaned against the back of the elevator, arms folded loosely, as if he was waiting for you. his hair holds relaxed curls that frame his face, a bit frizzy on top. he taps a finger on his upper arm, a heavy silver ring wrapping around it. he’s wearing a white long sleeve top, the thin fabric putting his slim & toned body on show. black jeans hung low on his waist, white calvin kleins peeking through as if it were unintentional.
‘you don’t mean that. where are you going?’
the nicest way to describe roman, is that he’s a bitch. he teases you when he’s with his friends, but acts all sweet when it’s just you two. you never liked him, and probably never will. you’ve went to the same school since you were both 7 when you moved house, you thought you would finally get away from him. when you got to college, he followed right behind you. sometimes you feel like he does it on purpose. like he chased you deliberately. he always claims you guys were ‘meant to be’ and that your fate was ‘written in the stars’, not even in a relationship way. and it’s not like you hate roman, it’s more so you hold grudges. he’s embarrassed you countless times & you just stand your ground now. but, there’s times where you do get along. when your first real boyfriend broke up with you, he turned up at your door with a bouquet of your favourite flowers & a basket of things to cheer you up including candies, chocolate, candles & hand written notes. he held you while you cried & when you finally finished, he let you sleep on his chest until the sun rose again. he didn’t move a muscle in fear that you’d wake up & start crying again. he is sweet, but only when no one’s watching, which is the worst part.
‘to my room, where else?’
‘i meant floor, dummy.’
‘4. and why were you coming down?’
‘i was gonna go to the store & get a drink but i can’t just leave you alone now, can i?’
‘well you could.’
‘maybe i don’t want to.’
you laugh to yourself & set your bag down on the floor.
‘where did you go?’
‘the mall with some friends.’
‘did you get anything nice?’
‘i didn’t get a lot, but my bag is so heavy.’
he lifts it up off the ground with one finger.
‘super heavy.’ he laughs.
‘oh whatever. what did you do today?’
‘just stayed in. didn’t feel like going out today.’
the elevator slams and you both jolt up.
‘what the fuck?’ you shriek.
‘no fucking way.’ roman stabilises himself & desperately presses all of the buttons.
‘bro don’t do that it’ll make it worse stop stop stop!’ you slap his back & pull his shirt.
‘don’t stretch this shit out, it’s designer.’
‘i’ll just buy you a new one calm down.’
‘this shirt is worth more than your life. i doubt you could.’
‘shut the fuck up.’
you lean against the back of the elevator and slide down, sitting on the cold dirty floor. roman joins. he brings his knees up and leans his arms on them. his head rests against the wall as he looks up at the ceiling. you observe him quietly, subtly. his nose has a gentle bump, his cheekbones are dramatically pronounced from the bright lights & his adam’s apple bobs up & down as he swallows. he’s really pretty. an ethereal kind of pretty. he catches your gaze & you quickly look away.
‘too slow i already caught you.’
you stutter. ‘i didn’t mean to-‘
‘i didn’t say you couldn’t look at me. show me what you bought since we probably have a lot of time to kill.’
‘can you just call someone?’
‘who? who the fuck do you want me to call?’
‘i don’t know, like 911?’
‘and waste their time? they’ve got better things to be doing other than fixing an elevator. this thing will turn back on soon.’
‘and if it doesn’t?’
‘someone will fix it at some point. a dormitory can’t have a broken elevator.
‘but what if-‘
‘just show me what you got.’
‘okay.’
you ruffle around in your bag, your eyes lighting up when you remind yourself of all the things you bought earlier. ‘i forgot i got this!’ you point the yellow babydoll top towards roman and his eyes widen. ‘and thats a..’
‘a shirt..’
‘oh yeah! it looks like a towel.’
‘a fucking towel?’ you stare at the shirt, trying to envision what the hell roman is seeing.
‘sorry, show me the next one.’
you fold the shirt neatly and pop it back into the bag and you start rummaging the next item. romans gaze is fixed on you, a faint smile plastered on his lips.
‘i got these pyjamas but i don’t really like them..’ you lift up a white silk tank top with a lace trim & matching shorts with light grey polka dots scattered across the set.
‘i like it. it’ll look good on you.’ roman clears his throat.
‘thank you, ro.’
you fold the pyjamas and throw them back into the bag. ‘i can’t be bothered to show you anything else, i was so excited to get back to my room & just get into my comfy bed.’ you lean your head back & close your eyes.
‘and i wanted to go to the store to get a gatorade but here we are.’
you turn your head to look at roman. you’re sat pretty close, shoulders touching.
‘you could’ve, you chose to stay.’
‘and imagine i didn’t. you would’ve been in this situation all by yourself.’
‘yeah and i would’ve called 911 to come get me out. you’re the dumbass thats convinced this stupid things gonna start moving again soon.’
‘my point is that you should be grateful you’re not here alone.’
‘i wouldn’t mind.’ you shrug your shoulders and lean your head back against the wall, eyes still locked on romans.
‘i’m so sure.’ his voice breaks a bit as he mumbles.
a few quiet moments pass of you two just staring at eachother. tension grows thick.
his eyes fall to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you know what he wants, but you get too flustered & turn your head away suddenly without saying anything. roman clenches his jaw & cracks his knuckles.
you turn back. ‘you okay?’
‘yeah, i’m so okay.’ roman rolls his eyes.
‘yeah?’
he nods.
‘well.. anyway. it feels like we haven’t spoken in ages.’
‘yeah, it has been a while. i haven’t really seen you around. where have you been?’
‘i’ve been all over the place.’
‘yeah? where have you been this week then.’ roman stares at you again.
you look at him for a few moments, trying to gather all the places you’ve been this week before you start listing them.
‘well, college obviously, my dorm, valerie’s dorm, hollis’ dorm, the mall, the dentist..’
‘hollis’ dorm?’ he cuts you off.
‘yeah he stole my fluffy pen in graphics so i had to go get it back.’
‘oh yeah, he did tell me about that.’
‘how come you guys aren’t roommates anymore? did you fall out?’
‘no no, of course not, we got in trouble for being too loud at nights & used up all our warnings.’
‘haha, makes sense. do you share a room with somone else now?’
‘yeah, with this weird kid called ryan.’
‘oh i know him, he’s in one of my classes.’
‘yeah, real weirdo.’
‘i don’t think so, he’s cute.’
‘the cutest.’ roman says as sarcastically as one can.
another round of silence. this time youre both staring up at the ceiling. you think about when roman was staring at your lips & wonder if he actually wanted to kiss you, or if he was messing with you, or if your lip liner was smudged. but the way he reacted after you turned away gives you a small ounce of confirmation that he did. but why? out of boredom? or does he genuinely want to? you’d kiss him, in a heartbeat. he’s really handsome. but you’d never want to ruin the bond you’ve created. but if he’s been chasing you for so long, waiting patiently, not making any moves until you’re ready, doesn’t he deserve it? you also want it, and there isn’t anything stopping you.
you glance back over at him, waiting for his his gaze to meet yours. your heart beat increases drastically, your chest raises and drops quicker. you try steady your breathing so roman doesn’t notice how stressed you’re getting before he starts pestering you with questions. romans pretty brown eyes finally meet yours. you barley move, your breathings stopped aswell. romans eyebrows relax and he stares into your eyes like he hasn’t seen anything else prettier in his life. he grinds his teeth for a moment before bringing a hand to your face, watching your reaction. you stay completely still, barley leaning into his grasp. roman shuffles a bit closer to you, he hesitates, his eyes dropping and rising between your lips & eyes. he’s also panicked. he moves his hand further, reaching the back of your head. he gently tries to pull you closer & you melt right into him. he brings your face to his, your breaths intertwined for a moment, faces barley an inch away. your mouth parted. so did romans. he smiles faintly, watching your eyes close instinctively, before pressing his lips to yours gently. he holds your head with one hand & brings another to your face, holding you like you’re something precious.
you bring your own hands to hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. the elevator fills with the gentle sound of lips smacking & metal jewellery clanking together occasionally. roman takes himself off you & watches your expression, verifying if he made to the correct decision. your eyes stayed shut for a few seconds before fluttering them open. his grasp is still gently on you. no one says anything, because no one ever knows what to say after a first kiss. roman leans in & places one more gentle kiss on your lips before taking himself completely off you, your hands remain on him, as if it’s difficult to pull away. he shuffles out of your grasp & reaches into his pocket for his phone, ‘i’ll call 911 now.’
you furrow your eyebrows. ‘what the hell just happened?’
‘…we kissed?’ roman replies like a reflex, but colder this time.
your eyes widen & your face flushes red. ‘why are you being weird?’
‘how?’ his eyes don’t come off his phone even for a second.
‘well that just happened and now you don’t even wanna look at me?’
‘i just wanna get out of here now. if you really want me to look at you come to my dorm tonight. ryan’s not in.’
you hesitate.
‘i-‘
the phone dials. ‘be quiet.’ roman demands harshly.
