℘ ྀ thinking of toxic.roman making you deep throat him while he degrades you

The loop on his laptop hits a repetitive, hypnotic bassline, vibrating through the floorboards and straight into your chest. But the only sound that really matters is the messy, desperate noise of you trying to keep up with him.

Roman doesn’t do gentle. He doesn’t do soft. He treats love like a power struggle, and you’re so hopelessly, miserably whipped that you handed him the win before he even asked for it. You’d let him ruin your life in broad daylight as long as he keeps his hands on you in the dark.

Right now, those hands—heavy, calloused, and smelling faintly of tobacco and expensive cologne—are buried deep in your hair, fistfuls of it anchoring your head firmly in place. He’s leaning back against the headboard, his dark eyes hooded and completely detached, watching you like a king inspecting his property.

"Fucking pathetic," he mutters, his voice a low, raspy gravel that sends a shiver straight down your spine. He shifts his weight, his hips moving in a slow, punishing rhythm that completely crowds your mouth.

You choke out a soft, muffled whimper, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, your nails digging into his jeans. But he only tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you to take every inch of him, entirely unbothered by the way your chest heaves for air. He pulls back just enough to let you breathe, but before you can even catch your breath, his thumb hooks under your chin, forcing your face up.

A cruel, knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He loves this. He loves knowing that he owns every single reaction out of you.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his thumb brushing roughly over your wet cheek, smearing your makeup without a shred of gentleness. "Look how pretty you look choking on it for me. You’re such a good little slut, mami."

The word slips out of him like honey and venom, and it makes your stomach completely flip. You know you should have more pride, you know your friends hate him and try to convince you to leave him, but you’re too far gone. You look up at him with total, pathetic devotion, your eyes watery and your lips parted, practically begging for whatever scraps of attention he’s willing to throw you.

He chuckles darkly at the look on your face, a sound completely devoid of warmth but intoxicating all the same. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Yeah? You like it when I talk to you like that? You love being my bitch, don't you?"

You can only nod, a pathetic, needy movement against his hand.

"Good." He guides your head back down, his fingers tightening in your hair once more. "Then keep going. Don't stop until I tell you to, mami."

— ׅ soft dom!roman • f!reader ◞ short blurb of roman having a small obsession with your ass 𓂃

The heavy velvet curtains of Roman’s bedroom are pulled shut, blocking out the neon lights from the city streets outside. The only light comes from the glowing screen of his laptop on the desk, casting long shadows across the bed where you’re currently a breathless, whimpering mess.

Roman’s got a million things on his mind—tracks to mix, shows to book, the music scene breathing down his neck—but right now? His focus is strictly on you. More specifically, the view he’s got right now.

He’s propped up against the headboard, a blunt unlit between his lips, looking lazy but completely locked in. His big hands are clamped onto your hips, keeping you pinned right where he wants you. He’d made you flip around, needing that view of your ass plush against his thighs, and he isn't letting you go anytime soon.

"Look at you," he rumbles, his voice deep, gravelly, and dripping with that casual slang he always uses. He squeezes your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin. "Fuckin' gorgeous, mama. All mine."

"Roman, please," you whine, burying your face in the pillows, your shoulders shaking. You're already a needy, overstimulated mess, totally wrecked by the agonizingly slow pace he’s forcing on you. You try to roll your hips forward to get some relief, but his grip tightens like iron, locking you down.

"chill, I didn't say you could move yet," he chides, a low, cocky smirk spreading across his face. One of his hands slides up your waist, tracing your curve before coming down with a sharp, heavy slap right against your cheek.

You let out a loud, high-pitched cry, your back arching instantly.

"F-fuck, Roman..." you sob out, the sting making you shudder, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, just like that," he growls, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the way your skin reacts to his touch. He cups the fullness of your ass, kneading you rough, lifting you up just an inch before pulling you back down onto him, hard.

You gasp, a broken, whining sound tearing from your throat as you're forced to take him all at once. You try to lean forward to escape the intensity, but Roman just lets out a low, breathless laugh, hitting you with another sharp smack to keep you in place.

"Ride it out for me, mama," he murmurs, his hands gripping you tight as he watches you come completely undone from behind. "Whine all you want, babe. Just don't stop."

“Beg for it, beg for me to let you cum.” You said staring up at Roman before going back down on his cock taking all of him. Spit dribbled from your chin down to his balls making more tears of pleasure drip down his face and his moans intensifying.

“P-please I-i can’t take it anymore mami” he pleaded in between sobs.

You didn’t stop your movements and looked up at him. Taking him apart with just your eyes.

A shaky breath came from his lips and he fought back to not buck his hips knowing that would make you stop.

“Need more than that” you purred pulling your mouth away causing a soft sob to fall from his lips.

“Please mommy! I need it so badly please!” he whined. He practically chanted begs, his brain all fuzzy and an absolute mess.

Your mouth continued its pleasure on him. You’d stop every so often just to hear his pathetic begging. “Mommy’s good boy.” You’d say after each beg.

ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : soft dom roman, sub reader, smut

.⋆ summary : roman had been on tour and his need for you was growing

wc : 867

Roman has been traveling with Hollis and performing in different countries for a couple of weeks now.

He loved the fans, performing and sharing his music, and visiting countries.

But he was missing you badly. Poor boy couldn’t be away from you any longer.

You tried to call almost every night since you were busy with your things. Roman always texted you and called when he could even if he was exhausted.

He was also missing you in another way. Roman had been so needy while away. Only you could fix that and the suggestive messages between you and the pictures weren’t enough.

That’s why when he got home he smothered you in kisses and his hands were all over you barely giving you any time even to greet him.

You guys were already in bed in seconds with him leading you to your shared room. His lips hadn’t even left your body and only muttering smalls, ‘fuck I missed you so much’, ‘need you so badly’, ‘you’re so pretty’.

Roman had your clothes off in seconds and he knew you wanted this too. He could tell how needy you were being away from him by the way you were already so wet just from his hands on you.

“Roman I missed you so much, I need you”, you gasped softly feeling his long slender fingers dip into your panties.

Roman looked up at you with his sharp brown eyes. The sight was ruining him in every way possible. He started to pull them down.

“I wanna taste you, baby, can I please?”

He said with his face pressed against your inner thigh. Your wetness is just an inch away from his lips where you needed him the most.

You nod and even spread your legs a little more. “Please”.

That’s all it took before Roman's lips hungrily attached to your needy clit and sucked and licked all your wetness.

A needy whine and moan fell from your lips and your hand held onto his dark long locks pulled at his scalp making him groan.

His hands gripped your thighs spreading you more from him. His lips didn’t stop the assault on your clit going at it like he was starving. His hips ground slowly on the mattress causing him to groan softly in your clit.

You were already close and your grip tightened on his hair. “Yes baby right there I’m gonna come,” you whined while pushing Roman’s head down.

When he heard this he quickened his pace wanting you to feel good. A slow moan fell from your lips as you came feeling him lick up any juices you had left.

You panted softly but then lifted his head seeing your wetness all around his lips. You smiled a bit at the sight and Roman's face was full of need.

“You taste so good, always do” he said leaving a kiss on your thigh. You needed him just as badly and pulled at his shirt.

“Please I need you” you begged softly and Roman immediately started to strip leaving him bare.

His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip. You spread your legs practically drooling at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.

Romans' hand gripped your hips and stroked himself a few times causing him to whine softly from how hard he was just by tasting you. He positioned the tip at your entrance rubbing it up and down.

You whined at the feeling trying to push him in. “Please baby I need it,” you looked up at him pouty lips and needy eyes.

He leaned down pressing his lips on yours and thrusting into you making you both gasp and moan at the feeling. Roman still wasn’t fully in and pressed his forward against yours gripping your hips hard.

You were so tight around him and it has been weeks since he felt this. “Fuck your so tight around me”, he whimpered.

He slowly sank in more until he was fully in. You both stayed still just taking in the feeling you both had been missing.

He was stretching you out and it felt so good. When you felt it was okay you looked up at him. “You can move now”.

Roman immediately pulled out leaving the tip in and thrusted back in causing a slightly loud moan to fall out of your lips. His forehead pressed against yours with his eyes shut bad mouth open letting out small moans.

You moaned from every thrust feeling him touch every spot you needed him to. He picked up his pace causing you both to moan out. “Fuck baby, gonna cum”, he said leaving small kisses on your neck.

You felt yourself getting close to making you wrap your legs around his waist so feel him deeper. “I’m cumming”, you gasp feeling a knot twist in your abdomen.

Romans' hips moved to thrust into you deep and slowly and soon after you both released feeling a sense of euphoria.

Your moans and whimpers filled the room and his thrust had stopped. His face rested on your neck leaving you both panting.

You both were happy to be in each other's arms again.

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Tears (Roman)

ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : sub roman, dom reader, mommy kink, mentions of Roman being tied up

.⋆ summary : Edging Roman till he’s sobbing

wc : 713

Your hand moved up and down Roman’s length at a brutal, unforgiving pace. He was slick with a messy mix of your spit and his own precum, the sound of your fist dragging against him obscene in the quiet room. You’d been doing this for almost an hour now—dragging him right to the edge over and over again—and you still hadn’t let him cum once.

Roman’s sobs grew louder as time stretched on, his voice breaking into needy whimpers that spilled freely from his lips. The only sounds filling the room were his desperate cries and the wet, rhythmic motion of your hand. Every twitch of his body told you just how close he was, how badly he needed release.

“M-mommy, please—” he choked out, voice trembling. “I— I can’t take it…”

Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking into the sheets beneath his head. He was a mess—sobbing, moaning, whining—all of it blending together into something raw and pathetic. And you loved every second of it.

You tilted your head, watching him with a slow, knowing smile. “You’re gonna do it one more time for me, okay?” you murmured.

Your hand never slowed, fingers tightening just slightly as Roman squirmed beneath you. His wrists were tied securely to the headboard, forcing his chest open, leaving him completely exposed. Those big brown eyes—glassy and desperate—flicked between your face and your hand, silently begging.

Seeing him like this was rare. Roman was usually so put together, so controlled. But this? This was worth every second.

His cries grew louder as he felt himself creeping dangerously close for the sixth time. His hips jerked helplessly, chasing friction that you refused to give him fully.

“Mommy—mommy, please, fuck—!” he gasped.

You suddenly pulled your hand away.

Roman let out a broken sob as his body betrayed him—hips bucking uselessly into the air, muscles twitching as if his orgasm had been cruelly stolen right from him. The frustration burned, sharp and overwhelming, making his cries spill faster.

It hurt. God, it hurt—but it felt so good.

You reached up, gently wiping his tears away with your thumb. His hair was a complete mess now, dark strands sticking to his damp forehead from how much he’d been moving.

“Shh, baby,” you whispered softly. “You did so good for me.”

You leaned forward to untie his wrists, and Roman whimpered immediately, arms snapping free as he pulled them toward his chest. The second he could move, he grabbed you, burying his face against your chest like he needed you to breathe.

He was shaking—actually shaking—and still painfully hard, hips stuttering upward even without touch.

“Mommy’s gonna let you cum now,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles into his back. “But I need you to lay back down again.”

It took him a second to pull away, reluctant and clingy, but he obeyed, settling back into his original position. The moment he did, you didn’t waste any time. Your hand wrapped around him again, firm and possessive, and you started pumping.

Roman let out a sound that was half-gasp, half-moan—high and broken. One hand fisted the sheets, the other gripping tightly onto your thigh like an anchor. He’d been edged for so long that it barely took anything; his whole body was already trembling on the brink.

He looked at you openly now, completely unashamed of the noises pouring from his mouth.

“Mommy,” he whimpered, voice shaky and desperate. “Can I cum, please?”

You sped up at that, enjoying the way he broke beneath you, the way his body responded so eagerly.

“Cum for mommy,” you said softly.

That was all he needed.

Roman swore his vision went white. Pleasure crashed through him all at once, overwhelming and intense, ripping loud, unfiltered sounds from his throat. His legs shook violently, his back arched, eyes rolling back before finally squeezing shut.

You didn’t stop until you felt him fully give in, riding out every wave of his orgasm. Once his body went boneless beneath you, you shifted up, cradling his head against your chest.

You whispered soft praises into his ear, fingers stroking through his hair, holding him close as he came down—safe, spent, and utterly yours.

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ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : sub roman, dom reader, blow job, 18+

.⋆ summary : Roman and you are in collage and he helped you get a A so you wanted to thank him in a special way

wc : 439

Your head bobbed steadily on Roman’s length, his soft whimpers filling the quiet dorm room. His glasses had slipped down his nose, hanging crooked as his eyes fluttered half-shut, completely undone beneath you.

The sight of him like this—messy, overwhelmed, and so needy—made something dark and pleased curl in your chest. You wanted to ruin him.

When his tip hit the back of your throat for the third time, he bucked up instinctively, a broken sound tearing from his lips. You pulled away slowly, a thin string of saliva still connecting your mouth to him before it finally snapped.

“No moving, baby, or I’ll stop,” you warned gently. Your hand wrapped around him, stroking his length, slick with your spit.

Roman let out a soft, breathless whine and nodded quickly. “’Kay— I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

He trembled at the way your hand moved, already overwhelmed. His own hand had never made him feel like this—never came close.

You were enjoying this far too much. Maybe you’d imagined it before—him like this, pliant and desperate—but you’d never admit that out loud.

“I need you to be good if you wanna cum,” you said sweetly, looking up at him like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Can you be a good boy for me?”

Roman nodded frantically. “Yes—yes, I’ll be good. Please,” he whimpered, completely pathetic and entirely yours. The way he looked at you made you want to give him everything.

Slowly, you stood, your knees aching from the hard floor. You grabbed his shoulders and lowered yourself into his lap, heat settling over him. You were already bare, and Roman still looked like he couldn’t get enough.

His hands found your hips immediately, squeezing like he was afraid you’d disappear. Poor boy—so desperate.

You smiled at the way he stared up at you with those wide, needy eyes, then began to grind against him, deliberately slow, just to tease.

Roman’s grip tightened as a small, broken moan slipped from him when he felt how wet you were.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered. “How did I deserve this.” His eyes never left you, his mouth slightly open like he was starving.

You giggled softly, still moving against him. “Helping me get an A on my essay.”

He rolled his eyes, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

You always teased Roman—you couldn’t help it. Eventually, you stopped moving and shifted, positioning yourself properly.

“I’m joking, baby,” you murmured. “Now be a good boy and let me show you how thankful I am.”

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ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : sub roman, dom reader, eater roman, slapping

.⋆ summary : Roman is addicted to eating you out basically

wc : 328

Roman’s been between your legs for what feels like an hour now.

He loves pleasing you—could come just from eating you out, doesn’t even need to touch himself. And that’s exactly what he’s been doing since the moment you pulled him down there. Needy. Desperate. Like he was starving, like your taste was the only thing keeping him alive. His movements were messy and unrestrained, driven by want rather than rhythm.

Your head tipped back slightly, chin tucked as you looked down at your pretty boyfriend. His curly black hair was twisted into that messy bun he always did when he couldn’t be bothered. No makeup. Just sharp features and flushed skin, raw and real beneath you.

The room was filled with the sound of his whimpers, the harsh laps of his tongue, your soft moans blending into one breathless mess. When your second orgasm crashed over you, your hand dropped to his hair, fingers curling tight as you pulled.

You were sure he’d already finished in his pants by the way he was squirming, whining, shaking—but Roman didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. Like he wanted to stay right there forever.

You tightened your grip, earning a broken whine from him at the sting. You tugged him up, finally, and his face was cute and wrecked and smeared with you. His bottom lip pushed out in a pout as he tried to lean back down again.

The soft smack against his cheek wasn’t cruel—just firm. Enough to make him pause. Enough to make him look up at you, wide-eyed and listening.

“That’s enough, Roman,” you said, sitting up.

He whined, but he knew better than to push too far.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head to your chest. Your fingers slid through his hair as you kissed his forehead, grounding him.

All Roman could think about was your taste.

And when he’d be allowed to have it again.

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Pathetic (2hollis)

ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : sub 2hollis, dom reader, slapping, mommy kink, chocking, degrading, smut

.⋆ summary : Hollis has been teasing you all night and your fed up with it

wc: 908

You were beyond pissed.

You’d decided to go to a party with Hollis, but you hadn’t expected him to act like such a brat.

All night, he teased you—whispering filthy things in your ear, grinding against you, acting like a needy little slut. And the worst part? Hollis loved it. He knew exactly how mad you were getting. You caught the way he smirked every time he noticed your jaw clench, the way your patience visibly thinned. And whenever you called him out, he’d switch it up—wide eyes, faux innocence, like he had no idea what you meant.

By the time you got home, you didn’t say a word to him.

That’s when he started getting nervous.

Silence was never a good sign.

You kicked off your shoes slowly while he stood there, frozen, watching you. You could feel his eyes on you—like he wanted to speak, wanted to apologize, but was terrified of making things worse.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“Go to the room and strip. Wait for me on the bed.”

Your tone was firm, sharp with irritation. Hollis didn’t hesitate. He turned and practically speed-walked down the hall to your shared bedroom. Clothes hit the floor one by one, his body already reacting—hard, flushed, restless. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror: eyeliner slightly smudged, pupils blown wide, cheeks warm and pink.

The door opened behind him.

Hollis turned his head. You stood there, expression unreadable—serious in a way that made his stomach twist and his cock throb.

“On your knees.”

He dropped instantly, no hesitation, no questions asked.

His eyes were desperate. Hungry.

You started undressing, slowly pulling your dress over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Your hands slid down to your panties, pushing them off before stepping closer to him.

“You’re so pathetic,” you murmured. “You wanna act like a slut, then you’ll get treated like one.”

He still hadn’t spoken. His mouth watered, his breath shaky, every nerve in his body focused on you. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked.

“Please… I’m sorry, baby.”

It sounded pitiful. You scoffed, grabbing a fistful of his long blond hair, and sank down onto his face. He moaned instantly, the sound muffled against you.

His hands lifted to grip your thighs, but you slapped them away, earning a whimper.

“No touching,” you said sternly.

You ground against his face, using him, letting his tongue work desperately while his hands clenched at his sides. Your moans filled the room as you felt yourself get closer, hips rolling one last time before you came, trembling as he took every bit of you.

You pulled back.

His face glistened, pupils blown wide, tongue licking his lips like he couldn’t get enough. And when you looked down, you saw it—his cock leaking, aching, untouched. A complete mess without you even laying a hand on him.

He looked beautiful like this. Desperate. Obedient. Ready to do anything you told him.

“On the bed.”

He scrambled up immediately, sitting stiffly on the mattress, doing everything in his power not to touch himself. You stalked toward him and straddled his lap. He groaned at the contact, head tipping back before he forced himself to look at you instead.

“Mommy, please,” he breathed. “I’ll be a good boy. Please let me touch.”

The way he said it—soft, submissive, completely yours—sent a shiver down your spine. He looked so pretty, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes glassy with need.

You ran your fingers through his blond hair, tugging lightly just to hear him whimper.

“You should’ve thought about that before acting like a slut tonight.”

Your words were cold enough to make him pout—but it vanished the second you wrapped your hand around his cock. He whined, hips twitching as you squeezed him slowly, precum already slicking your palm.

You lifted yourself just enough to line him up and sank down onto him. The stretch made you hiss; the feeling made him moan helplessly.

You didn’t give him mercy. You bounced, hard and relentless, one hand gripping his throat, the other snapping a slap across his face. Hollis fell apart beneath you—moans, whimpers, broken noises spilling freely as he chased the feeling he’d wanted all night.

“This what you wanted?” you panted. “To be treated like a slut, hm?”

Another slap landed, leaving a red mark blooming on his pale skin. Tears pricked his eyes, his sounds turning wrecked and shaky.

“F-feels so good, mommy,” he gasped.

He was close—too close—but he knew better than to finish without permission. His hands gripped your thighs, knuckles white, eyes half-lidded.

Your own second orgasm built fast. You leaned down, tightening your grip on his throat, crashing your mouth into his in a messy, desperate kiss.

“Don’t cum,” you warned. “Not until I say so.”

Another slap had him trembling, right on the edge. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.

You bounced a few more times, your release crashing over you.

“Fuck—cum, baby.”

Both of you broke at once. The room filled with moans and whimpers as you rode it out, finally slowing before lifting yourself off him.

You stood, legs shaky, and went to grab a towel to clean you both up.

Hollis stayed right where he was, breathless, still glowing from the euphoric high you’d left him in.

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ᢉ𐭩.⋆ warnings : dom reader, sub roman, slight humiliation

.⋆ summary : you and roman go to a party. But before you guys left you had put something on him

wc: 282

Music blared as lights strobed overhead, smoke clinging to the air like a second skin. You were having the time of your life—laughing, dancing, drinks in hand, not a single worry in your head.

Roman, on the other hand, was not.

The vibrator you’d made him put on before leaving was absolute torture. Every pulse sent a shiver through him, and he tried—so hard—to hide the quiet whimpers slipping past his pretty lips. The sharp little gasp when you suddenly turned the vibrations up nearly gave him away.

He tightened his grip on his drink. Across the room, you leaned against the wall, phone in hand, casually sliding the intensity higher. When you glanced up, you caught his eyes on you—dark, desperate, practically begging.

You giggled softly, watching him struggle to stay still while Ryan chatted away beside him, completely unaware. Roman shifted just slightly, jaw clenched, breath uneven.

When you started walking toward him, a flicker of relief crossed his face.

“Please,” he whispered when you were close, voice strained. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good—just turn it off. Please.”

His expression was pure pleading, the vibrations still driving him insane. You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“This is your punishment, baby,” you murmured. “You wanted to be bad, remember?”

A pathetic little whine slipped out before he caught himself, remembering where he was. His cheeks burned as he swallowed the sound.

Then your friends called your name, and you pulled away, walking back to them like nothing happened.

You’d turned it off—thankfully—but the damage was already done. Roman was painfully hard, aching, restless.

And he knew that the night was far from over.

ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ warnings : dom roman, sub reader, smut, no aftercare, creampie, no protection

.⋆ summary : Roman had been away. You were trying to fix the ache that only roman could fix. That was until he came early and you forgot

wc : 733

You lay back on the bed, legs spread, two fingers plunged deep inside you. You missed Roman. He’d been away for almost a month now, and the ache in your chest—and everywhere else—was getting unbearable. You missed his touch, missed waking up next to him in the morning. Texting and FaceTiming just weren’t enough anymore.

You missed the way he’d hold you, the way he’d kiss you. But you also missed his cock.

You’d been fine the first couple of days, but now, You were desperate. Your fingers weren’t enough. They never were when it came to him.

Still, here you were, lying in bed, thrusting your two fingers in and out of yourself, chasing a feeling only Roman could reach.

Your eyes were shut as soft moans slipped from your lips every time you hit that one spot. Your other hand drifted up, toying with your chest beneath your shirt.

Your head was clouded with need and lust—Roman was the only thing on your mind. You didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening.

Your moans and the wet sounds of your fingers filled the bedroom. A soft click echoed through the room as Roman stepped inside.

He froze.

You looked beautiful—perfect. Your eyes were shut, your mouth parted as you let out the pretty moans he’d missed more than anything. The way you were lying, legs spread so openly, was a sight he knew he’d never get over.

Quietly, he set his bag down. His jacket followed, then his belt, his jeans and boxers pushed down together with barely a sound.

You were too distracted to notice, still lost in your own rhythm.

That changed when the mattress dipped beside you.

Your eyes flew open—and there he was. Your gorgeous boyfriend, finally home.

Before you could say a word, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Didn’t think this is what I’d come home to,” he murmured, voice low. “But I’m not complaining.”

Your brain was too full of arousal and shock to respond. Roman’s hand slid beneath your panties, fingers brushing over how wet you were, while his other hand cupped your breast, thumb pinching your nipple.

“What made you this wet, baby?”

Just his touch had you unraveling. You didn’t answer—just whined softly, spreading your legs wider for him.

Roman pulled your panties down to your knees, then pushed them away completely. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, his cock already hard and waiting.

His lips crashed into yours, slow and needy. His hands explored your body like he was relearning every inch, like he’d missed you just as badly as you’d missed him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and Roman didn’t hesitate—his cock slid deep inside you.

He bit his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut at the euphoric feeling he’d been craving for weeks.

Romans hips moved, giving you deep fast strokes that touched you in all the places only he could reach.

Your face flushed, eyes shut again, mouth open as you let out the prettiest sounds—all for him.

This was everything. Your fingers couldn’t compare to this. You clung to him, legs tight around his waist, arms around his neck as your fingers tangled in his dark curls.

Roman smiled, watching how needy you were for him. Then he stopped.

You whimpered immediately as he pulled away, leaving you empty.

“Turn around,” he said firmly. “Ass up.”

Roman watched as you obeyed, back arching, face buried in the pillow.

Your moan was muffled when he thrust back inside you, filling you completely.

His thrusts were fast and hard. The sound of skin against skin and your muffled cries filled the room as he gripped your hips, groaning.

All you could think about was Roman—about how perfectly he fit, how badly you’d both missed each other. So bad that a condom never crossed his mind.

Your legs shook, eyes rolling back as your release hit you. Sweat dripped from his forehead, curls bouncing with every thrust.

You clenched tightly around him, and Roman’s head fell back as he groaned, cummimg inside you. He stilled after a few final thrusts, riding out the high with you.

A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled out, watching as his cum slowly leaked from you.

This was exactly what you both needed.

ᢉ𐭩 .⋆warnings : gunplay, dom roman, sub reader, smut, roman degrading kinda, no aftercare

.⋆ summary: You’ve been teasing roman while he was at the studio. He came home and put you in your place

wc : 427

Roman had gotten back from the studio about half an hour ago.

All night, you’d been teasing him through text—pictures sent with purpose, messages laced with promises. He’d been forced to sit there with his friends, pretending he was focused, pretending he wasn’t constantly checking his phone or losing his mind over you. By the time he finally left, frustration burned through him.

When he got home, he already knew exactly what he was going to do.

You were face down on the bed, sheets twisted beneath your fingers as he took control from behind, the weight of him grounding you completely. The gun pressed firmly against the back of your head, a silent reminder of who was in charge.

The sight of you pulled a groan from his chest—your body responding to him so easily, moans slipping into the sheets as you let him take whatever he wanted. He knew you loved this. You wouldn’t have sent those messages if you didn’t. You’d known exactly how this would end the moment you hit send.

“Y’know how hard I was, how much I wanted you?” he muttered, his voice low. He pressed the gun a little harder as his movements grew rougher, deeper. “Seeing those pictures of you.”

His breath hitched. “You like teasing me? Like getting fucked just like this?”

A desperate sound tore from your throat, tears stinging your eyes from how overwhelming it felt. “Yes,” you gasped, barely managing the words between broken moans. “I love it when you fuck me like this.”

He smirked and picked up the pace, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. A low sound slipped from his own as he leaned closer. “Don’t cum until I say,” he warned, grip still firm.

You were getting closer by the second. He knew exactly where to hit, every movement calculated, practiced. His groans grew louder, giving him away.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m gonna cum.”

He wrapped an arm around your neck, lifting your head just enough to see your expression—dazed, wrecked, completely his. The gun shifted to the side of your head as he watched you, satisfied.

You whimpered, right on the edge. “Roman… please,” you begged, voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

Your sounds went straight to his dick. He cursed under his breath, biting his lip.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said, hips snapping forward one final time.

The release hit you both at once. You cried out, clinging to the feeling as he finally pulled you close, setting the gun down beside the bed.

The room slowly settled into quiet, broken only by soft breathing as the intensity faded. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a moment longer, a satisfied look crossing his face.

He definitely put you in your place.

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ᢉ𐭩 .⋆warnings : Sub Roman, soft dom reader, oral

.⋆ summary : Roman was feeling nervous about his first concert. You helped him feel better

wc : 640

Roman was going to perform his first concert ever. You, being his girlfriend and having been there with him through the making of his new album, were so happy. So many people came—more than expected. People had stayed up until 5 a.m. just to see Roman. You were so proud of him. The crowd was extremely loud, and Roman was going on in an hour.

“Roman.” You caught his attention as he stopped and looked at you. He was fidgeting with the rings on one of his hands, his jaw clenched. He sighed, running his hands through his dark curls.

“What if I fuck it up?” he said, looking at himself in the mirror on the counter. He was tense all over, his hands sweaty and shaking. “I’m not ready.” He shook his head.

You got up and walked toward Roman. “You won’t mess up. So many people are here for you.”

Roman turned, looking down at you, slightly taller. He looked defeated at the thought of messing up his first-ever show. He had opened many times for Hollis, which was only about twenty minutes, but now he was doing his own concert. This was different.

You put one of your hands in his and looked up at him. “Want me to calm you down?” you asked in almost a whisper, bringing your other hand to the back of his neck and trailing it down slowly.

“Yes, please,” Roman said, almost as if he were begging.

You went down to your knees, feeling the cold floor beneath you. You brought your hand up to his bulge, feeling him grow in his pants. You rubbed it slowly, earning a small groan from him.

“Please, baby, make me feel good.” Roman’s expression held a hint of desperation. You always knew how to calm him down when he was nervous or freaking out.

You giggled a little at his expression and slowly pulled down the zipper of his jeans, bringing your cold hands up to pull down his boxers and jeans at once. His now-hard cock popped out.

You wasted no time wrapping your hand around the base, pumping him a couple of times. Roman let out a small whimper, his hands moving into your hair. You stuck out your tongue and sucked the tip, tasting his pre-cum.

Roman could already feel himself forgetting how nervous he was; all he could think about was you.

His small groans and whimpers were euphoric to your ears, knowing only you got to hear those pretty sounds. You took him all in and started slow before picking up your pace.

Roman’s hands gripped your hair. You felt his long acrylics scratching at your scalp every time he moved his fingers, causing your eyes to shut at the sensation.

Roman’s hips started thrusting into your mouth in desperate movements. He groaned, feeling himself get close, letting out a few moans.

“Fuck—you make me feel so good, baby.” His eyes were half shut, and he bit his bottom lip while holding the back of your head.

You felt small tears roll down your cheeks as you gagged. Roman groaned and tensed. “Fuck, I’m cumming—” His release shot deep into your throat, and you swallowed, choking a little.

Roman pulled you off, panting slightly. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, catching your breath. Roman pulled his pants back up as you stood and looked up at him.

“Feel better?” you asked once you’d caught your breath.

Roman smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his head fall into your neck.

“So much better.”

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