need a taste tester later (rommulas x reader)
softdom!rommulas, teasedom!rommulas, mutual pining, slow burn Part 1/? — 258 words
A/N: yes this is the “he dms you at 3am” fic. yes it’s self-indulgent. yes i will make you suffer before they fuck. no i will not apologize ♡
Rommulas liked one of your stories a couple months ago. That was supposed to be the end of it: polite fire emojis under photo dumps, the occasional “🔥🔥” in stories. Safe distance. Fangirl containment level: expert.
Then tonight, 3:17 a.m., your phone lights up.
rommulas sent you a message.
Not a story reply. A real DM.
¨heyy what’s up?¨
Your heart commits actual crimes. You stare at the message until your vision blurs, then somehow type the most basic reply in existence:
¨hii, nothing much. you?¨
Three dots.
at the studio w holli
A photo loads: blurry mirror selfie, low-rise sweats slung so low they should be illegal, chain swinging against his stomach, 2hollis in the background manspreading like he was born high.
This isn’t a story. This was sent to you. Only you.
Your stomach knots so hard you have to sit up in bed.
¨ooo creating more bangers?¨ You type, hate it, delete. Retype slower.
¨ooo y’all cooking??¨
His reply is instant.
¨yea need a taste tester later¨
Taste tester. Later. Fourteen out of fifteen possible meanings are filthy and your brain picks all of them.
¨..define taste tester¨ You send it before you can stop yourself. Instantly regret it. He’s already seen it. No recall button.
Three dots. They stay forever.
¨lmao come find out¨
Your heart drops straight between your legs. You stare at the screen, thumbs shaking, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood. Without meaning to, you press your thighs together—just from the thought.
to be continued…