liliac baby

camboy!rommulas with a fem!reader in his audience.

synopsis: in a late night's episode of deep scrolling, you come across a familiar face parading his body online. curiousity gets the better of you.

tags: fem!reader, camboy!roman, attention whore!roman, masturbation, usage of a fleshlight, voyeuristic reader if you squint, reader and roman know each other(barely), in this fic specifically roman never had a music career. this is his call to fame.

author's note: i'm a pervert for this; no other explanation.

wc: 2759

taglist: @romansbbg @peterpangirl777 (ask to be added)

The night works in mysterious ways.

But still, you'd never imagined you'd find yourself scrolling on a camboy website on a Friday night. Sometimes, the mouse clicks itself, y'know?

Nothing really caught your eye. Camboys these days were boring and unimaginative, with features that didn't really hook you in. Every stream you stopped by, just felt the same— bland, and didn't strike a chord. Felt like walking in on someone.

But, as you scrolled further, your eyes catch, and you freeze. It couldn't be.

The username, rommulxxxs, paired with the preview picture, froze you in your tracks. This looked awfully similar to a man you knew, someone who you weren't quite friends with yet— Roman. He had a quiet, handsome allure about him in person. He kept to himself, rhythmically bouncing his knee in expensive jeans. But here, on a camming website, it felt awkwardly intimate. His chest was bare, dark curls falling into his face, a devious grin painted on his face. The little flashing dot in the corner indicated that he was live. Should I do it? you ponder, heart pounding in your ears, cursor hovering over the window.

You bite the bullet and click on the profile.

You managed to join early into the stream. He is lying on a queen sized bed, lined in black sheets, with his legs spread, in a tight, white tank top. The dark jeans hugged his legs tightly, and sat slightly below a calvin klein waistband. He fiddles with his rings, as he looks at the screen. His lips are curled. It's definitlely Roman. The chat is excited to see him.

superb1: it's nice to see you baby jjgggg2: you look good tonight rom ^_< messypoptarts: wow handsome "It's always nice to recieve a warm welcome.." Chills run through your body at the sound of his voice. Still familiar, deep and romantic, although this time it had a different, underlying tone. His eyes dart across the screen, before making eye contact with the webcam. Your cheeks flush. It felt like he was staring at you, like he knew what you did. Like he knew you knew what you were doing lurking on his stream. What you were waiting for. "I'm feeling nice tonight," he begins, teeth showing in a lustful smile, "I'll do anything you guys tell me to, m'kay? Who wants to be the first tip?" Immediately, the sidebar begins to flood with messages of praise and excitement, and he grins excitedly, his teeth sharp and glistening in the light. Your body warms from watching him. "I see every one of you in here," he coos, fanning his eyelashes over the chat, "you all know how to flatter a man."

messypoptarts: i need u so bad superst@r: can u stop teasing??? sweetcandy: you're really pretty megacherries: DADA

You decided to be bold and send a message. Hidden behind an anonymous nickname, you could say anything to Roman and he wouldn't know. What you didn't know was that Roman actually pays a fair amount of attention to his audience:

"Sweet candy, I've never seen you before. You're a new face. Tell me a little about yourself," he grins, and your cheeks flush. He was speaking to you, and he didn't know it.

sweetcandy: you just caught my eye..

"That always feels good to hear, sweetie," he replies, the new nickname churning your stomach. The tip jar rattles. "Ah, super, you want me to take my top off? I suppose that won't hurt.."

You watch, starstruck, as Roman slips the tight white tank top over his broad chest, over his shoulders, as his dark curls fall free out of them. Now he lies on the bed with a bare chest, a silver chain dangling just below his sternum. His flat stomach rises and falls, the prominent v-line muscles tracing into his underwear. Your clit throbs. He smiles, brows furrowing.

"You're all so good to me," he praises, "come on, talk to me, darlings."

You watch as he properly answers every message, even as they come quickly. He runs a lazy hand up and down his thigh as he speaks. Running off adrenaline, you decide to chime in:

sweetcandy: do people in your life know you do this?

"Hmm… not that I know of, Sweetie," Roman replies, "but if any of my friends are watching tonight… I hope you enjoy what you see. Just try not to bring it up later."

megacherries: if i knew u irl u wouldnt be safe superb1: i bet he's hotter in person jjgggg2: im so jealous of ppl who get to see him up close

No one knew about you. You'd just had drinks with him last week. You saw how his cheeks flush up close when he gets drunk. Your hand slinks into your panties.

The tip jar rattles. "You want me to lose the jeans? Okay then, don't blink, cherry.."

You watch as Roman's hands lazily move to his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling and slinging the studded leather belt off his hips. Then, his slender fingers worked the button through the denim loophole, and the fly zips down with a low rumble, as he moves slowly. He shimmies the jeans down his legs, until he can kick them off. He's left in a pair of black calvin klein boxers. His thighs are pale and toned, as he runs his fingers over them. "How do I look, hm? Do I look good?"

messypoptarts: stop playinggg superst@r: im gen so wet megacherries: hard as a brick rn for u jjgggg2: lord have mercy

Endless praise. he deserved it. Pretty much his entire body, save for his dick, was on full display. And Roman knew his sex appeal. He palms his crotch aimlessly. "I bet you wanna see this cock, don't you, darlings?"

superst@r: yes dada megacherries: PLS sweetcandy: i rly do rom superb1: i cant wait

"Rom is a cute nickname," he smiles, "I like it, sweetie." Your pace quickens. Feels like you're getting special attention.

The tip jar rattles. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing, okay cherry? Here, watch closely.."

Roman palms his dick through his boxers, stroking it from the base to the tip. "It's so hard, my darlings… I can't help myself…" You were mesmerised by his fingers sliding over the print of his dick, his golden rings glimmering in the faint light cast by the monitor. He pulls his thumb under the waistband of his boxers and stretches the elastic, as it slaps back onto his skin. "Bet you're so hungry for me, aren't you, my darling angels..? Oh, you're all so good for me… All of you sweet things."

The chat is thriving from the praise. You, too, are enchanted by his sweet talk. He grins, his eyes thinning, as he slowly slides the boxers down just enough so that his dick is freed. You gasp. He is impressive in both length and girth. "I'm so hard from your praise, my lovely darlings.. Tell me what to do about it, hm?"

You shouldn't do it. You really shouldn't. But your body was doing the thinking.

The tip jar rattles.

"Oh, sweetie.. You want me to touch myself?" Roman chuckles reading out your message, and your cheeks flush further, your mind high off adrenaline and attention. "Of course, baby, this is for you, okay?"

He traces his fingers along his length, his eyes gazing from down between his legs to up at the webcam, piercing through it and into your eyes. You felt so naughty doing this. But it felt so good. Roman's lips part as he encloses his dick in his hand, and starts to slowly pump up and down. Soft, horny noises escape his parted lips. He breathes heavily, moaning with each exhale. "My darlings are so, so good for me," he mutters, thumbing his foreskin, "tell me how you enjoy what you see, mm?"

jjgggg2: i'm legit drooling messypoptarts: im touchign myself to u baby superb1: you're so yummy sweetcandy: i cant keep my hands off myself

"You talk so kindly to me, my darlings," Roman's voice is hardly above a whisper as he bites his lip, still moving slowly. Tantalisingly. He's seeing how much praise and donation he can milk out of his desperate viewers. "It excites me to know I turn you all on, you know that, don't you? Don't you want this?"

It's addicting, building slowly like venom, pulling you closer. The added excitement of knowing Roman in person, and him not knowing that you knew about this, feels like a deep, dirty secret between you two that not even he knows about.

You watch on as Roman continues to play with himself, whispering sweet nothings to the chat, glowing from every comment of praise and gratitude. He pulls his hand away from his dick and takes a few deep breaths to regulate himself. As he relaxes, he begins to talk his sweet, sweet talk once more;

"Y'know, I'm just not feeling it with my hand tonight, my darlings," he begins, running his hand up and down his thigh aimlessly, "I think I need something more.. Y'know what I mean?" superbl: omg r u gonna use a toy megacherries: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE superst@r: wait pls

He chuckles. "You're all so clever," he coos, before sitting up, reaching into his nightstand drawers, and when he lies back down, he has two things in his hands. A clear fleshlight, and a bottle of lube. "I'm excited.. are you?" His lips curl into a devilish wide smile, sharp teeth gleaming. Your body reacts, breath hitching. The chat pings excitedly. Roman chuckles, squeezing the bottle over the opening of the clear sleeve, using his fingers to spread it around the entrance. When he makes contact with it, his body jolts, and he hisses through his teeth.

"It's so cold…" he murmurs, his dick jolting at the touch as he slides the entrance over his tip. "I bet the real thing would feel much warmer… hm?"

jjgggg2: u have nooooo idea messypoptarts: oh my god jjgggg2: im so srs pls just on echance

"So needy," he whispers, "all for me?" You nod, unintentionally— uncontrollably. As if he was speaking to you, as if this barrier just didn't exist.

Roman bucks his hips, and slides the sleeve down over his dick. He groans heavily, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing, as he stops at the base. His hand grips the sleeve tightly, and you can see his dick twitching underneath the silicone. It's an open-ended toy— you can catch his deep pink tip poking out of the end of the sleeve. He huffs, allowing his dick to twitch, eyes hungrily scouring the screen for praise. His eyes fill with lust, reading over every sexual comment. He begins to slide the toy up and down, his hips naturally bucking into the rhythm. He moans with each pump, breathless and needy, eyelashes fluttering. His chest and cheeks flush, sweat beginning to glisten atop his skin as he continues fucking into the toy. Every rattle of the tip jar earns another shiver and groan out of him.You slip a finger into your pussy, unable to handle it anymore, as you continue to watch. "My— my angels…" Roman whines, leaning on his elbow, "tell me, how bad you want me."

superst@r: roman i need you sosososocmuhc jjgggg2: I NEED IT ROMAN superb1: strokign to you rn sweetcandy: im going crazy 4 u messypoptarts: i cant take it roman

"Yes, that's it, that's it," he praises, hissing as he moves his hand, greedier, seeking more, "I'm all yours, yeah? Yours— I'm your toy, yeah? My angels?" You can't bite back the whine that escapes your lips. "Come on, keep talking f'me," he groans, eyes still eagerly locked onto the screen, "I wanna hear you, angels.."

sweetcandy: i wish i was the toy sweetcandy: i wanna fuckyou on camera sweetcandy: rom

"Aah, I love to hear it— ngh," his brow furrows, moving his hand faster, "if only I could get a cute girl on camera with me, hm? Imagine that, hm.. I'm so horny thinking about it— my sweet angels…"

jjgggg2: I'LL BE YOUR GIRL megacherries: plpleaspeleas superb1: you'd look so good in some real pussy roman superst@r: i'm already jealous of the lucky girl aaah

"If I could fuck you all, I would, my darlings," he praises, breath beginning to hitch, "because I— know how badly you all love my dick, mm?" His hair is beginning to stick to his face from the sweat, his skin casting a light glow from the screen's light. Nevertheless, he continues fucking into his clear fleshlight, the action making obscene, perverted noises through the microphone that just drove you crazy. He occasionally breaks his focus from the sweet, sweet dopamine of the chat's endless praise to stare into his webcam, as if he knows his gaze is dangerous. It works on you, that's for sure— your body weakens immediately.

"Aah— darlings, I'm getting close, don't stop, mm? Eyes on me—" Roman's voice is wavering, his legs jolting as his abdomen tenses, lips ajar, as he climaxes— ropes of cum shooting from the end of the toy, onto his stomach and chest. He looks up at that camera again, eyes pleading, begging for attention, mercy and praise. Your own orgasm follows shortly after, cursing Roman's name under your breath as you squeeze around your fingers.

Roman sighs with every exhale, still dragging the sleeve up and down his overstimulated cock, shivering at each movement. "Mhm…" he murmurs, "was I good, darlings?"

jjgggg2: i came with u roman superst@r: AAAHHH ur so fcking fine sweetcandy: u were good megacherries: i will die without you sweetcandy: but i'd be sm better

"Bold claim, darling," Roman chuckles, and your heart skips a beat, "but I'm open to a challenge. I'd love to challenge all of you…"

As he calms down, he still talks to the chat, his dick is still hard, even when he removes the sleeve. It twitches against his stomach while he talks to his dear, loyal viewers, and you keep listening, body lighting aflame whenever he says anything.

sweetcandy: were u srs about fucking one of your viewers? messypoptarts: i volunteer as tribute…

"Aah…" Roman hesitates, pondering his answer. "Hm. Maybe not a stranger. I'm not a total slut like that… I guess… But I'd love to get to know you angels. No one else is so generous with praise."

superst@r: would u fuck someone u know on cam??

Roman's lip curls. "I wouldn't be opposed to fucking someone I know on cam— I can think of a couple people…" You bite the inside of your cheek, guts turning. Was he referring to you? A couple people? Who else could he be talking about? He said people, not girls. Was he thinking about boys?

"Is that something you wanna see, though?" he cocks a brow, "are you so greedy that even toys aren't enough to satisfy you?"

jjgggg2: i just wanna see you dominate someone megacherries: ud look good on top of a girl jjgggg2: makes it easier to self insert

He chuckles. "I like your honesty."

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It was a heavy secret for you to carry. But, for the next week, every night before bed, you'd check for Roman's streams on this website, and flirt with him— giving him dirty praise through your anonymous alias. You loved seeing his eyes light up with delight from your comments, and got all kinds of nervous when he replied to you, unaware it was you.

But, it's Thursday now, and your friends want to meet up in a bar for some drinks. You weren't sure who was going— only one friend had texted you, to invite you. All she said was that it was quite a big group. You dressed appropriately for a bar night— something that wasn't too egregious, but playfully sexy. Something fitting of dim red lighting and a swirling glass of wine.

You uber with the friend who invited you, and you engage in small talk in the uber. The thought of Roman slowly creeps into your mind— he mingles with this group. Would he be at the bar? Could you look him in the eye? Your friend notices your discomfort; "You okay?" "Uh, yeah. Lots on my mind, is all." "Oh, well. Some drinks should help with that." The both of you laugh. But in the back of your mind, all you could think of is how alcohol would make things so much worse.

yes!

PALETA music video <3