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.
synopsis: Roman asked you to straighten his hair, you were more than happy to. However, the new look awakened something in you that had not previously been there. Roman was hot, so f*cking hot.
tags: fem!reader x rommulas, friends that secretly crush on eachother
cw: bathroom s*x, almost caught, getting caught, hair pulling
authors note: this was supposed be done like… forever ago😬 i’ve had most of it written but lowkey forgot to finish it. but it’s done and i like how it came out. let me know if yall like this one cause the next one will be that hollis idea i posted👀 title and some of the idea is from the song “f*ck me eyes” by the one and only Mother Cain
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“Will you straighten my hair?”
The question was random, everyone had been sitting in the living room in comfortable silence for the better half of two hours.
“Why?”
You said it with a giggle but he seemed a little defensive.
“Cause I thought it would look cool, nevermind.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to his phone, you sat up off the floor.
“Wait, let me do it! Please….”
Roman scoffed and got up to walk to the bathroom, you followed, leaving the rest of the boys in the living room. You and Roman had a sibling-like bond, bickering was second nature. You couldn’t deny the beauty of the man, but you never had feelings for him. He was in fact like a brother, one that you wouldn’t mind… fucking. All of the boys were like that to you, they all felt like brothers, but they were also hot. Never in a million years would you admit that to any of them. But the thought was somehow always there. When you walked in after Roman, you closed the door and began getting the straightener to let it heat up.
“Why did you close the door?”
You looked at him before scoffing and rolling your eyes.
“Don’t get your hopes up, the only plug is right here.”
You pointed to the outlet behind the door before continuing to get everything set up. You motioned for him to sit on the toilet so you could reach him better. You began to comb through his mess of curls, every once in a while hearing a hiss from accidentally pulling too hard.
“Are you almost done?”
Roman whined, sounding like a child. You put the comb down and grabbed the straightening iron to check if it was ready.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Roman turned and looked a little confused.
“Yea..? Why wouldn’t I want to?”
You grabbed his head and turned him back around, not wanting to explain how it could affect his curls. You sprayed a copious amount of heat protectant throughout his hair before beginning. After thirty minutes, Roman started to whine again.
“Why is it taking so long?”
You sighed, ignored him and continued to work on the lower part of his sectioned hair. Eventually, you only had the top section left. His hair was thicker than you thought, taking close to two hours to finish. It didn’t help that he would complain and whine about his back or how his neck hurt every five minutes.
“Ok, I’m done.”
He turned around on the toilet seat, you couldn't do anything but stare in awe at the sight before you. He was beautiful, no he was gorgeous.
“Wow.”
That was all you could say.
“What? Does it look bad?”
You giggled at his concern.
“No, it looks good. You look… hot.”
Your cheeks began to blush, he noticed. You were practically drooling over him.
“Really?”
His eyes got darker, he stood up and got closer to you.
“Wh-what are you doing, Rom?”
“Going to look in the mirror? Why, you got something on your mind?”
He asked it so innocently, acting as if there was no intent behind the words. He grabbed your shoulders and moved you to the side so he could look in the mirror. His touch brought heat to your stomach and a pink color to your cheeks. Roman noticed, he always noticed. He caught your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Your stare was full of want and need.
“Are you going to do something or just fuck me with your eyes?”
He tilted his head as he said it. You didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He knew that you did, he grabbed your waist with gentle hands. He pulled you closer until you were inches apart. You could feel his breath on your lips, his eyes were hungry and so were yours. You couldn’t handle it any longer, you closed the gap and met his lips. The kiss was fast and brutal. He picked you up and placed you on the sink, his hands finding your breasts. One hand crept up and wrapped around your throat, placing enough pressure to slow your breathing but not stop it. You wrapped your legs around him, grinding against his growing arousal. You needed more, you needed him. You moaned into the kiss, finding a little friction against the zipper of his jeans. Roman broke the kiss to take his shirt off and you followed, leaving you in your bra. He reached around and unclasped it, allowing it to fall to the floor. He took the sight of you in, your swollen lips, your exposed breasts. He unzipped his pants and took them off, you could see the imprint of his dick. You hopped off the sink and knelt down in front of him. You began to palm him through his boxers, his breath hitching.
“Yo! What are ya’ll doing?”
Your eyes widened and you stood up as quick as you could. It was Hollis. You couldn’t do anything but stare at Roman in shock. A smile slowly spread across his face has he slid a hand in your shorts and covered your mouth.
“She’s straightening my hair, what do you need?”
He said it so casually, as if his fingers weren’t doing circles around your clit. You couldn’t help the slight whimper that escaped your mouth, even through Roman’s hand covering it.
“Can I join you? The boys are being boring.”
“Ummm, I mean the bathrooms kinda small and the straightener is plugged in behind the door so it has to stay closed. Sorry man.”
Roman inserted two of his fingers, you gasped a bit too loud.
“Is she okay?”
“Hollis, if you don’t leave right now, I’m going to take this straightener and shove it so far up your ass…”
“Fine. But I’m ordering food so y’all better be done when it gets here.”
With that, Hollis walked away. Roman wasted no time and pulled off your shorts. He placed you back on the countertop and took his dick out.
“I guess we better be quick.”
He laughed as he lined himself up. He began to attack your neck as he slowly inserted himself. Your hands went up to his freshly done hair and began to pull as he picked up the pace. He hit every spot that made you squirm, you pulling his hair hard in response. Every time you yanked at it, he moaned. He enjoyed it. The two of you quickly forgot that you were in a house full of your closest friends. The sounds of skin on skin took over the bathroom and echoed off the walls. The two of you moaning so loud the neighbors could probably hear. Roman took one of his hands and began to rub your clit. He knew what he was doing and it made you wonder how many women he had been with. In no time, you were screaming with release as you finished on his dick. Roman followed after, pulling out to stroke out his orgasm. He came onto your stomach as you were catching your breath. He gave you a small kiss as he reached behind you to get a wash rag to clean up. As he was wiping down your stomach, there was a knock on the door.
“Are you done fucking cause the foods here.”
It was Ryan. Roman rolled his eyes.
“Fuck off, we’ll be out in a minute.”
You giggled as Roman pulled up his pants. He kissed you, this time it was sweet and… loving?
✦ 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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i apologize if this isn’t well written!! I was rushing to use this new pic of him.
ONLY FOR YOU
part one
you and roman did not like eachother at all, there was no explanation you both just didn’t like eachother.
you both we’re in the same friend group with ryan, hollis and nate.
you were the only girl in the group obviously they all loved you, and thought you were so cute being the only girl.
then there was roman, he despised you. but deep down if he was given the chance to get you in the bed he would take that chance and claim you.
like that would ever happen. you would hate if that happened, yeah. sure you would.
one night you were scrolling on your Instagram until you saw someone in your story views, under the name “rommulas” you decided to click on this account.
you clicked on his highlights. then you saw him, his long hair his beautiful body. your jaw dropped slightly as you looked more at the pic.
this was really overwhelming for you because you had only seen him in his black leather pants and his black wifebeater.
you decided to text him, you had his number but only texted when you absolutely had too.
you texted him saying
you continued texting him, you both were actually having a conversation.
which you both had never did because of how much you “hated each other.”
he eventually figured out a way to bring up the two pics u posted.
asking you questions like “Why’d you post that?” like he was upset that u were posting yourself like that.
both of these pics were archives from photoshoots.
at the time u were texting him it was around twelve, you were bored so you decided to attempt to sleep.
you ended up imagining roman fucking you, which made you horny as fuck.
your imagination went crazy. his chain swinging in your face as he got on top of you and slid inside you.
you opened your eyes at this point but kept thinking about it, you can’t say you didn’t like the thought of him doing that to you.
because you did, you really fucking did.
you wish you both didn’t have a love hate relationship with each other, because you both would be the most perfect couple.
you opened Instagram again, viewing his pic once again.
you had your cargos on, you unzipped them and slid them off smoothly and tossed them on the floor.
your hands began to move on their own to your panties, you began touching yourself.
you were so wet from that pic. your pussy was making wet sloppy noises as you continued.
you shut your eyes and whimpered imagining yourself riding him, you moaning as he called you a good girl.
you got a pillow and placed it in between your legs like a horny whore, you began humping it.
it felt good as fuck. you wish you were riding him but instead you were just whimpering and humping a pillow.
pathetic.
if he knew you were doing this he would go crazy.
one thing you didn’t know was that he was down bad for you, he would always put on an act but that was all for you.
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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.
