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Rommulas fic based off paleta perchance? 😊

a/n: he looks so intimidating but in the hottest and best way possible...idk did i make him too much of asshole 🫪 promise ill try to write roman sweeter in future stuff

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You smooth a layer of gloss over your lips, pressing them together before reaching for your earrings. The bedroom door swings open and Sage walks in, dropping her tote bag by the door. She looks up, "Girl you look cute."

"Thanks!"

She eyes your outfit for another second, "Where you going?" You pretend to think about it., "Out."

"Uh-huh," she leans against the doorframe, "let me guess Roman?" Your hand pauses halfway to your neck, "Maybe." Sage lets out the biggest sigh. "Theres no way you're about to go see that man again." You shrug, fastening your necklace, "He asked me to come."

"And you said yes?"

"Yeah?"

Sage laughs under her breath, "You're delusional." She walks further into the room., "That man has a whole girlfriend." You frown, "I know..."

"No, I don't think you do."

You spray perfume onto your wrists, "They're not even together like that." Sage stares at you, "Seriously."

"I'm serious they're like private."

"They're public enough everybody knows they're together." She starts counting on her fingers., "A fan saw her eating lunch with him and his mom, he's posted pictures with her on his story, I mean he literally has a photo with her at summersmash on his alt account." You wince, "Okay." Sage rolls her eyes, "Girl, what do you mean okay?"

"It's just," you look down at your makeup bag, "they're not always together." Sage lets out a laugh so loud you almost flinch, "Oh my god do you hear yourself?" You cross your arms, "You're making it sound worse than it is." She laughs again, "Hun you're the side hoe."

"Don't call me that!"

"What am I supposed to call you? The other woman, mistress, or maybe the mistake?" You shove her shoulder, "Stop!" Sage's voice softens, "You deserve to be the girl he shows off."

"It's complicated."

She shakes her head, "It's actually really simple if a man has to schedule you around his girlfriend...you're not his girlfriend." After a few seconds, you reach for your purse, "I'm just gonna go." Sage watches you sling it over your shoulder, "You're still going?" You avoid her eyes, "He asked me to." Sage closes her eyes for a second before exhaling through her nose and exiting your bedroom, "You do you I guess."

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You adjust your grip on the iced coffee in your hand, careful not to spill it as you step further inside the set for the music video. You'd gotten there earlier than Roman asked only thirty minutes though. You smile to yourself he'll probably make fun of you for showing up early.

You'd even stopped for coffee making sure it was his favorite order. You scan the room quietly not needing to ask where he is because he's hard to miss. Your eyes drift over groups of people until you see him and you smile falters. Roman sits on the edge of an equipment case during what looks like a break between takes, one leg stretched out in front of him.

His girlfriend stands between his knees and his arm is lazily wrapped around her waist while she talks, laughing about something. He actually looks relaxed you don't think you've ever seen him look that relaxed with you. Without thinking, you step behind one of the large lighting rigs. The last thing you want is for her to look over see you and ask who you are.

You glance down at the coffee in your hand and you almost laugh. You'd stood in line for fifteen minutes because the coffee shop got his order wrong. Your eyes wander back to Roman and his girlfriend's saying something animated, her hands moving as she talks. Roman chuckles a genuine one as his thumb absentmindedly rubs small circles against her waist as he listens. You suddenly feel embarrassed standing there with a coffee he never asked for.

You stay tucked behind one of the lighting rigs, pretending to scroll through your phone maybe if you wait another twenty minutes she'll leave then everything can go back to normal.

"Hey."

You glance up hoping its Roman but it's one of the production assistants offering you a polite smile, "You okay?"

"Oh," you nod quickly, "yeah." He follows your line of sight straight to Roman and his smile kinda fades, "Uh I'll...be right back. Across the warehouse an assistant walks over to Roman while his girlfriend is still talking.

The assistant waits until she turns to answer one of the stylists. Then quietly leans toward Roman, "Hey...she's here." Roman furrows his brows, "Who?" The assistant gives him a look and Roman already knows they're talking about you, "Where."

The assistant subtly nods toward the far side of the warehouse Roman follows his gaze and tgere you are. He mutters a curse under his breath and his girlfriend notices, "You okay?" Roman forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "Yeah."

He kisses the top of her head, "I'll be right back." He starts walking and the closer he gets the smaller you feel. You perk up a little, "Hi." But there's no smile or hug from his end he just stops right in front of you, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Your smile disappears, "You told me to come."

"I told you at five."

You glance at your phone, "It's only thirty minutes."

"I know how long thirty minutes is."

"...I just thought-"

He cuts you off, "Are you dumb or some shit I specifically told you five."

"I just wanted to surprise you...and I brought you coffee." You hold it up a little but he doesn't even look at it, "I don't want it." You slowly lower your hand, "Okay..." His eyes dart over your shoulder making sure nobody's paying attention then back to you, "Did anybody see you?"

"I mean I don't know."

He scoffs, "There's a reason I give you instructions."

"I know-"

"So why are you here early?"

"I wanted to see you."

His expression doesn't soften not even a little, "You need to start listening more." He doesn't even wait for you to answer, "You know what go home." His voice stays low, but every word cuts clean through you, "You've pissed me off enough today I don't wanna see you."

You just stand there the coffee is still cold in your hand then you quietly nod, "O-okay." Roman's already looking past you at his girlfriend is calling his name from across the set. Without another glance in your direction he walks away.

You don't cry atleast not yet you simply turn around and begin walking toward the exit. The chatter of the crew continues behind you as if nothing happened as if your heart hadn't just been ripped out.

The closer you get to the exit, the tighter your throat becomes. By the time your hand reaches the metal door it feels impossible to swallow. You stop one hand pressing against your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut for just a second and a shaky breath slips past your lips.

"No way that's literally my coffee order."

You turn and see Hollis standing a few feet away from you. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, "I swear that's my exact order. His gummy smile lingers for another second until he actually looks at you and sees your glossy eyes, trembling lip amd the mascara beginning to collect beneath your lashes.

The smile disappears, "Hey you okay?"

You immediately nod, "Mhm yeah." You look down at the coffee in your hands, "You can have it it's a little melted but nobody drank it." Hollis doesn't reach for it right away his brows knitting together, "You sure?"

You nod again this time without looking at him, "Yeah." You gently press the cup into his hand before he can protest. His fingers wrap around the cold plastic, "Thanks." You force a smile, "It would've gone to waste anyway."

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You stare at yourself in the mirror your mascara is smudged beneath your eyes. You fumble for your makeup wipes with shaking hands. The first swipe drags black mascara down your cheek instead of taking it off. You let out a frustrated noise and wipe again the makeup wioe turning black.

Your shoulders shake harder and you remember standing there with the coffee then him saying he didn't even want it. You scrub harder and the foundation stains the wipe. This time your eyeliner burns as it smears into your eyes, "Ow..."

You squeeze your eyes shut but the tears only make everything worse. You end up leaning both hands against the bathroom counter and your head hangs low. Your chest hurt your throat hurts even breathing hurts. You know he has a girlfriend you know where you stand.

So you don't even know why hearing him say "I don't wanna see you." feels like somebody reached into your chest and squeezed your heart until it stopped beating. You slide down the bathroom cabinet until you're sitting on the cold tile floor.

The makeup wipe slips from your hand and you pull your knees to your chest. Your face disappears into your arms and you cry until your ribs ache and your breath is impossible to catch.

You softly knock at his door and a few seconds later the door swings open. Roman stands there in a plain black t-shirt and gray sweats, his hair messier now that filming's over. He looks tired, "You made good time."

You blink, "Oh...yeah." He steps to the side, "C'mon." You walk past him and behind you the lock clicks. You suddenly become painfully aware that you're still wearing your purse like you're ready to leave at any moment. Roman glances over, "You gonna stand there all night?"

"Oh," you quickly slip your shoes off by the door, "sorry." He hums in acknowledgment before walking toward the kitchen. You awkwardly follow a few steps behind and he opens the refrigerator, "You want water?" You weren't expecting that, "Sure."

He grabs two bottles and twists one open for himself before handing you the other. He leans against the kitchen counter, taking a sip. You stand across from him, picking at the label on your water bottle. You deicde to ask her again, "Are you still mad at me?" Roman looks up and lets out a quiet sigh, "No."

"Really?"

"I was but I'm not mad now."

Your shoulders loosen just a little, "Okay." You hate how relieved you feel and Roman notices as he studies your face for a momen, "You cry?" Your eyes dart away, "No...little bit." He lets out the smallest scoff, "Little bit?" You shrug, "I don't know I was just..."

Your voice trails off and Roman pushes himself off the counter walking over until he's standing in front of you close enough that you can smell his cologne. He tilts his head slightly, "Look at me." Slowly you do and his brows pull together just a fraction, "You still got mascara."

Without thinking, he reaches up and his thumb brushes gently beneath your eye. He wipes away a tiny streak of black, "There." It was such a tiny gesture it shouldn't mean anything but your heart swells anyway. Roman notices the way you're looking at him, "What?"

You shake your head quickly, "Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

He watches you for another second before exhaling through his nose, "C'mere." He opens one arm just slightly and the second you step into him, your forehead presses against his chest. His arms wrap around you almost automatically and one hand settles on the back of your head while the other rubs slowly up and down your back.

"You okay now?" You nod against his shirt not trusting your voice. He rests his chin lightly on top of your head, "Good." Then a buzz softly dings against his pocket and his hand slips from your back as he reaches into his pocket. You don't think anything of it until you see his girlfriend's contact.

He locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket as if he hadn't just lied through his teeth. You stare at him, "Your mom?" Roman looks at you, "What."

"She's here?"

He knows exactly what you're asking, "No I lied. He says it so casually and Roman notices the look on your face, "What?"

"Nothing."

"You got something to say?"

You shake your head, "No." Because what are you supposed to say you already knew you were the other woman But hearing the lie happen in real time feels almost odd. Roman takes your silence the wrong way and hooks a finger beneath your chin, "Quit thinking so much."

"I'm not thinking." You try to pull away, but his grip is firm. His face is inches from yours, his eyes searching yours, "Liar." He murmurs softly, "You got that look on your face." You decide to just forget about eveyrthing that's just happened and you look up at Roman with enamored eyes. I mean you came here for a reason anyway.

His thumb strokes your jawline, effectively wiping the complicated thoughts right out of your head. He catches that shift in your expression the way your gaze softens, your annoyance melting into pure adoration. "There she is," he murmurs, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Quit worrying about shit that doesn't matter."

His lips press against yours with lazy confidence, the kind that makes you forget why you were even upset in the first place. One hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck. The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced ease, and just like that, every thought and protest evaporates into nothing.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with that unmistakable Roman smell floods your senses. His fingers grip the back of your thighs and halts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, and you two end up in his bedroom without breaking the kiss. He drops you onto the mattress, hovering over you with that infuriating smirk.

His hands are everywhere tugging at your shirt and palming your hips. His mouth leaves yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. He looks back up at yout eyes and his finger drags slowly against your bottom lip, holding your attention.

He watches you with hooded eyes, the look he gets when he knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Relax," he murmurs, his thumb still pressing against your lip. "We got all night...open your mouth for me." His thumb brushes your lip again, and you part your lips without even thinking about it, feeling the pad of his finger slide inside.

His pointer and middle finger press into your mouth, and you suck on them automatically like you've done a thousand times before. He watches his fingers disappear between your lips with that dark, hungry look that makes your stomach flip, "That's it...just like that." You swirl your tongue around his digits, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He presses down slightly on your tongue, urging you to take his fingers deeper. He curls his fingers inside your mouth, pressing down just enough to make you drool slightly, watching the spit gather around his knuckles. "You look good like this," he says, "your mouth full and quiet."

He taps his fingers against your tongue, "Lemme ask you something...you want me nice tonight?" You nod against his fingers, because you always say yes when he asks that. He pulls his fingers out slowly watching the string of saliva connect your lips to his hand before it breaks, "Always such a good girl for me hmm?"

He captures your lips in another deep kiss and his hand slides down your body, pushing your legs apart as he settles between your thighs. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down without breaking the kiss, "Tell you what baby I'll be nice tonight."

His fingers brush against your bare thigh, drawing slow circles on your skin but his eyes say otherwise telling you he's lying. "Or maybe I'll ruin you instead." His hand slides higher, fingertips teasing your entrance. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" You whimper and nod, pressing your hips up to meet his hand.

Your body is already aching for him. His fingers circle your entrance slowly, spreading your wetness around, making you squirm. He presses his middle finger inside you slowly, drawing a choked moan from your throat.

He watches your face intently, loving the way your brows furrow upwards and your lips part."Fuck you're soaked aren't you?," he whispers adding a second finger without warning. "Hmm? Answer me bitch."

"Y-yes..." you gasp out. The stretch of two fingers inside you feels perfect, hitting all the right spots. You arch your back, pressing yourself deeper into his hand. He crooks his fingers just right, pressing against that spot that makes your vision blur.

"That's my girl," Roman praises, his thumb finding your clit. He rubs slow, devastating circles over your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers pumping inside you. Your toes curl, eyes rolling back as your brain turns into mush. "R-Roman..." you whimper, head falling back, "There... right there..."

Suddenly removes his fingers amd your hips buck into empty air, chasing the friction that vanished. A desperate whine tears from your throat, "What?" he teases innocently, licking your wetness off his digits. Your mouth hangs open, chest heaving with frustration and unspent need.

You feel a desperate whine building in your throat, wanting to beg. Instead, you think about what happened earlier and horribly he treated you, "Fuck you." He grabs your face harshly his fingers digging into your face. "Say that again," he mutters, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip, "I fucking dare you. You think you can talk to me like that?"

Your eyes flicker with defiance but before you can form words, his other hand comes down, smacking your pussy. He leans down, nose brushing yours, "Still wanna talk shit?" Your posture changes and your eyea drop. His hand stays on your face, fingers gripping your jaw possessively.

"Look at you," he scoffs softly, leaning down to capture your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. He pulls back slightly, thumb stroking your cheek. "You gonna be good now?," he asks. "Now apologize for being a mouthy little bitch."

"I-I'm sorry," you whisper your eyes downcast, "I shouldn't have talked back. Please...can you touch me again?" The words come out in a desperate whimper, your thighs rubbing together, trying to create some friction on your own. He smirks at your desperation, thumb still stroking your cheek. "Touch you where?" he teases cruelly.

"Here?" His free hand cups your pussy possessively, not rubbing or pressing. Your hips press into his hand, seeking the friction that doesn't come. "N-no," you breathe out, frustration building again. "Inside please! I need your fingers back inside me."

"Since you asked so nicely." Roman slides two fingers back inside you without warning, making you gasp. But this time, it's slower he pumps them in and out, deliberately keeping you right on the edge. "What you really want is this dick huh?," he says, curling his fingers just barely enough to tease.

He pulls his fingers out making you whine at the loss, but before you can protest, he's tugging down on his pants. "Spread your legs wider," he says, settling between your thighs. You obey immediately, spreading your legs wider for him without hesitation. The tip of his dixk brushes against your wet entrance and you can feel your own slick coating his head as he presses just the tip inside.

"Look at me," he orders. Your eyes snap up locking onto his gaze and your entire body goes numb, mouth falling open slightly. He presses forward, sinking the tip inside you slowly. "There she is..." he murmurs, rubbing your thigh. "My favorite girl." His words make your heart flutter, a soft hear rising to your cheeks. You feel so full with just the tip inside you, your walls clenching around him.

He starts to push forward slowly, inching himself deeper inside you. Your mouth falls open in a silent O as he stretches you. Though you wonder what he means by favorite girl like between his girlfriend and you...or are there more girls?

Your walls tense involuntarily, and his eyes flicker down to catch it. "What," he says slowly. "Don't look at me like that." His thumb finds your chin, tipping your face up. "You think it's just you and my girlfriend?"

"So there are others..." you whisper, your voice barely audible. The thought makes your heart clench, but your walls flutter traitorously around him as he stays buried inside you. The pleasure mixes with the sharp sting of jealousy, confuses your senses completely. He doesn't deny it, just watches your reaction with a calm, amused gaze.

"Of course there's other," he admits casually, as if this is normal conversation. He pulls back slightly, then thrusts forward just as slow, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. The movement distracts you, pleasures you, but his words cut through it. "But you?" he continues, looking straight into your eyes, "you're my favorite." He speeds up his thrusts slightly not quite a fast pace, but enough to make you squirm and gasp.

Your hands grip the sheets as you try to keep your composure. The pleasure builds rapidly, stealing your breath. Every drag of his dick against your walls feels devastating, your toes curling tight into the mattress. "R-Roman..." you gasp, your eyes rolling back as he hits that spot repeatedly.

The orgasm hits hard sudden and overwhelming. Your entire body shudders violently around his dick, walls clenching hard enough to make your vision blur. He rides you through it perfectly, his strokes slowing to deep, grinding motions that keep you trembling and whimpering through the aftershocks.

He finally pulls out of you slowly and you watch through blurred vision as he strips off the condom, and while he does all that you almost expect him to maybe tell you to leave but instead he lays next to you and pulls you by the hips towards him.

"Relax," he murmurs against your hair, his hand rubbing your lower back soothingly. Your mind goes blank after all that, he's... cuddling? His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest, and you're too exhausted and well-fucked to question it. You sink into his warmth, your breathing slowly evening out.

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Rommulas fic based off paleta perchance? 😊

a/n: he looks so intimidating but in the hottest and best way possible...idk did i make him too much of asshole 🫪 promise ill try to write roman sweeter in future stuff

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"Thanks!"

She eyes your outfit for another second, "Where you going?" You pretend to think about it., "Out."

"And you said yes?"

"Yeah?"

Sage laughs under her breath, "You're delusional." She walks further into the room., "That man has a whole girlfriend." You frown, "I know..."

"No, I don't think you do."

You spray perfume onto your wrists, "They're not even together like that." Sage stares at you, "Seriously."

"I'm serious they're like private."

"Don't call me that!"

"What am I supposed to call you? The other woman, mistress, or maybe the mistake?" You shove her shoulder, "Stop!" Sage's voice softens, "You deserve to be the girl he shows off."

"It's complicated."

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You stay tucked behind one of the lighting rigs, pretending to scroll through your phone maybe if you wait another twenty minutes she'll leave then everything can go back to normal.

"Hey."

You glance up hoping its Roman but it's one of the production assistants offering you a polite smile, "You okay?"

Your smile disappears, "You told me to come."

"I told you at five."

You glance at your phone, "It's only thirty minutes."

"I know how long thirty minutes is."

"...I just thought-"

He cuts you off, "Are you dumb or some shit I specifically told you five."

"I mean I don't know."

He scoffs, "There's a reason I give you instructions."

"I know-"

"So why are you here early?"

"I wanted to see you."

"No way that's literally my coffee order."

The smile disappears, "Hey you okay?"

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The makeup wipe slips from your hand and you pull your knees to your chest. Your face disappears into your arms and you cry until your ribs ache and your breath is impossible to catch.

"Really?"

"I was but I'm not mad now."

You shake your head quickly, "Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

He locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket as if he hadn't just lied through his teeth. You stare at him, "Your mom?" Roman looks at you, "What."

"She's here?"

He knows exactly what you're asking, "No I lied. He says it so casually and Roman notices the look on your face, "What?"

"Nothing."

"You got something to say?"

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