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rommulas x cheater!reader

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warnings(?): infidelity, porn with plot except i got carried away with plot, oral, penetration idk (18+)

summary: Hollis finally returns from tour, and instead of putting extra effort into your failing relationship (like he promised while away), he casts you aside once again. Romans there to pick up the pieces, and maybe he's wanted this for longer than he lets on. And maybe you did too.

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There had been a noticeable strain on yours and Hollis’ relationship since he got back from tour. You tried to be as understanding as possible, but the promises he made to ease your mind while he was away were empty.

“When I get back, you’ll have all my attention,” He echoed every night over the phone. You always stayed up late for his call. Sometimes he’d forget, and you’d wake up to a message, something along the lines of,

“Sorry baby, things got late here talk tmr <3.”

You weren’t his priority. That’s ok. You’re chill about it. His career is flourishing, and you’ve been put on the back burner. Your friends can’t stand him. And you're starting to understand why.

Worst of all, before he left, he asked to open the relationship. You said no, of course. You weren't interested in being tied down to a sleazy rockstar picking up fans at every show. You hadn’t told anyone about that; maybe that was your way of ignoring it.

✚✚✚

You’re in the studio with everyone. At first, you were sitting beside him, but as the boys got more into it, you were lost to the noise. You’re further back now, and much too used to this to care anymore.

Roman looks over his shoulder at you every so often. He always does that, maybe a subtle way of picking up the slack Hollis leaves. A subtle way of checking in, or maybe reassuring you. He nods at you. You nod back.

✚✚✚

A few hours pass.

“Holli,” you tug at his sleeve.

“Hollis,” you say more seriously this time.

His head snaps toward you, obviously annoyed.

“What y/n?”

“I’m tired. I wanna go home.”

“I’m not done here yet just give me a few.” Before you even accept his answer, he’s already turned back, talking to Nate about one thing or another.

Roman is looking at you again.

“Hollis, I’m serious.” You say louder this time. This makes everyone else stop talking.

“I don’t have time for this right now, y/n. I’m trying to do my fucking job.”

“You never have time,” you mutter under your breath.

“What? If you don’t want to be here, then fucking leave. I didn’t even want you to come, but you insisted.”

“Because if I don’t, then I won’t get to see you at all! You never make time for me!”

“I’m busy, and I don’t know why you're incapable of realizing my life doesn’t revolve around you!”

Before you get any more heated (in front of his friends, no less), you grab your things and walk towards the door.

“Thanks for having me.”

Then you shut the door behind you.

You sigh, open your phone, and start ordering an Uber. This isn’t the first time this has happened. It isn't even the first time this month. Fights like these, seemingly over nothing, have been getting more frequent between you two. You know there's no way you guys will last in this state.

The door opening and shutting again breaks your rapidly spiralling train of thought.

“Hey.”

It’s Roman.

“Hey,” you echo quietly.

“Wanna smoke?’

You nod, and he digs his pack out of his jacket pocket.

He lights yours, then his.

“I can drive you home… if you want.”

“But-” The question of what Hollis will say hangs between you, unspoken.

“I don’t give a fuck what he says, he shouldn't talk to you like that.”

You give a half smile.

“Okay, I guess.”

The ride is nothing out of the ordinary. A little awkward, like he’s always just about to say something before second-guessing himself. The soft hum of the radio makes the silence more bearable. At least it's not another tense car ride with Hollis. You've had enough of those for a lifetime.

He pulls up to your house, and you already feel yourself relaxing. Like you can breathe again without the thick atmosphere that being around Hollis as of late results in.

You open the door. “Thank you, Roman. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s nothing, y/n. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

You smile at him. He’s sweet.

“You’re sweet, Rom.”

And just like that, you’re walking to your doorstep, alone.

“Wait y/n,”

You turn back to Roman, lightly grabbing your arm.

A beat of silence. Just the stillness of night and you two breathing in sync. You look up at him, but only for a second before your lips crash together. It’s impossible to tell who initiated, but the want is clear on both ends. The hesitancy leaves his body once his mind catches up, and you're kissing with just as much enthusiasm. He brings a hand up to your cheek, and his other lands on your waist. Your jacket, which he was attempting to return to you, is haphazardly discarded on your doorstep. Your hands are in his hair, tugging gently at his dark curly strands.

You both pull away momentarily to catch your breath. Panting slightly as you stare at each other, realizing the gravity of your actions. You just cheated on your (albeit shitty) boyfriend, and he just betrayed his best friend, his brother. You can’t bring yourself to care too much when you can feel Romans hardening length against you. You can tell the same chatter is plaguing his mind.

You're almost dizzy. Want, Lust, swirls with guilt. You don’t care nearly as much as you know you should. The rush of it makes your head spin. It’s intoxicating.

“Can we go inside? It’s kinda cold out here.” He breaks the trance with something safe. Feigning nonchalance like both your minds aren't reeling.

You agree silently, turning towards the front door, keeping a loose hold on his hand as you lead him inside. It’s not his first time here, but the new context adds an air of unfamiliarity.

You’re leading him to your bedroom before you have time to overthink it.

“Are you sure?” Like there was anyway you would put a stop to this.

“Yes… are you?”

He crashes back into your lips, hand tucked where your shirt has slightly raised on your waist. He pulls back for a second, drinking in the sight.

“Fuck yes, Mami.”

And he’s invading your space once more. All rushed movements and desperation. Kissing along your jaw, down to your neck. You groan as he leaves marks across your skin.

“Take it off,” he pants out between kisses, tugging at your shirt.

In a swift movement, you slip off your shirt. Immediately, his hands are exploring your newly exposed skin. His long nails scratch lightly against your back. Your body feels on fire. You can’t remember the last time touch had been so invigorating.

You pull off his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. But it isn’t enough. You need to feel him. But that can wait for now. You want to make him feel good.

You make quick work of unzipping his jeans, freeing his cock. You tease his head, and the bead of pre-cum already at the tip. He sucks in a gasp, or maybe a whine.

“Already?” you tease.

He just turns the other way in embarrassment. Or maybe to hide his reaction when you finally wrap your lips around his dick. Immediately, he has one hand gripping your hair and another anchoring himself to the chair. You create a steady rhythm of taking him as far as you can, with your hands taking care of the rest of his length. You swirl your tongue around, paying close attention to what makes his breath shaky.

You look up at him through your lashes, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck, m’close.” he pulls you up toward him for a chaste kiss. You wonder if he can taste himself on your tongue.

“Don’t wanna cum like that, wanna feel you, please can I feel you?” he breathes the words into your neck, and the desperation is too much to bear.

“Please” is all you can whine out as he lifts you to your bed, sheets previously left tidy already resembling your ruined state.  

He helps you slip out of your skirt, but what he does next surprises you. Instead of taking off your tights, he rips them, completely contrasting his previous gentleness. You whine out his name and maybe a few expletives.

He teases your entrance, you’re dripping.

“Please, Rom, I need you,” but your plea comes out more like a whine.

“Roman, Roman, Rom, fuck.” You chant his name like a mantra as he slips in. He gives you a second to adjust. It’s an agonizing second. You try to push him deeper yourself; you need it deeper. He lets out a small laugh, like how completely lost in it you are brings him satisfaction. He pulls back, you almost protest, but before you can, he slams roughly into you. It’s like he knows exactly what you need and where you need it. Like you were made for each other.

“You feel so good.” He says between thrusts, but you're too overwhelmed to even respond. At least his voice sounds as wrecked as yours does.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, don’t even have to do anything thinking, ma, just let yourself go.”

And that was the permission you needed, you can feel the orgasm building through your core. He’s close too, you can tell by his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. He adjusts the angle, and your legs are up slightly. His thumb circles your clit.

“That’s it, Mami, cum for me, c’mon.”

You let go. And your orgasm is so intense the world breaks for a moment. You echo his name as he fucks you through it. He cums right before you get too sensitive.

You fall into bed together, still panting. You feel tired. You close your eyes for a moment.

When you open your eyes, it’s to Roman cleaning you off.

“Hey, you okay?” His voice is soft.

“’Course I am, jus' tired.”

“Just making sure, angel.”

“And thank you.”

“For what?” he asks, genuine as always.

“For always being so sweet to me.”

“Oh.”

Before he can formulate a thoughtful, reassuring (as always) response, you reach toward him.

“Come cuddle… please?”

✚✚✚

You wake up still wrapped in Roman’s arms. He’s fast asleep with no sign of waking any time soon.

You hear your front door open. Then footsteps crossing your house, making their way up the stairs.

“Y/n?” A voice calls out.

It’s Hollis.

notes: once again. any mistakes can be attributed to the fact its 6am and i have not slept and i also havent written smut in like forever. and if my grammar is bad im sorry. okay bye mwah

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