#antihumanform

UNDER THE TABLE

rommulas x fem!reader

contains: secret relationship,teasing, ‘aggressive’ roman, hair pulling, smut, pnv, f receiving, rough sex etc

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the dinner was loud as it always was with this group.

ryan was telling some half baked story, slurring the edges already even though it wasn’t even 10pm.

ian kept interrupting to correct irrelevant details. chessa was leaning against the booths window, chiming in every few minutes with something cutting enough to make everyone laugh and wince at the same time. hollis talking about making beats.

and you were sitting beside roman, pretending your hand wasn’t slowly sliding up his thigh.

it was subtle. masterful, even. just fingertips at first, drifting across the soft fabric of his pants like you were idly adjusting your posture. but roman knew better. your touch was too intentional. too still. and the way your pinky dipped in toward the crease at the inside of his knee, that was no accident.

he didn’t flinch. barley moved at all.

only you caught it the way his jaw twitched. how his knuckles went pale where he held his glass. how his voice dropped half an octave mid sentence while he was explaining something to hollis about music or something neither of you gave a shit about.

you leaned in like you were listening, all doe eyed and innocent.

your hand crept a little higher.

he cut you a glance so sharp it could’ve drawn blood. but he didn’t stop you.

didn’t push your hand away. didn’t speak to you. didn’t even look down.

no. roman just kept his back straight, kept talking, forced himself to play it cool. his voice didn’t shake. his expression didn’t crack.

but his high was tense under your palm. warm. buzzing. like a wire pulled tight.

that was your favorite thing about him how he tried so hard to be in control. like he wasn’t just fucked as you were.

and it made you bold.

so bold that, while the table roared at another joke from ryan, you pressed your fingers in just a little harder. sliding your another inch up. past the middle of his thigh now palm settling over the bulge in his pants.

he was hard.

rock. fucking. solid.

and you had the gall to smile.

not big not flashy. just a little knowing smirk, lips tucked in, barley there. like a secret only he got to see. like you’d just won a game you weren’t even supposed to be playing.

roman froze for half a second.

his next breath came through his nose, controlled but heavy. you felt his leg flex beneath your palm, just once, like he was grounding himself. his voice was tighter now clipped at the ends, like he was focusing on every syllable just to keep from groaning out loud.

he didn’t look at you. that was part of the punishment.

he kept his eyes forward pretending to listen, pretending to breathe while your hand dragged her the hard line of him through his jeans, slow and deliberate, like you were trying to get him to snap before dessert even came.

“you’re gonna fucking regret this,” his body was saying. every tense muscle. every careful inhale. every time he gripped his glass like he was picturing wrapping his hand around your neck instead.

and you were loving it.

because yeah, you were tired of hiding.

tired of the way he dropped you off at the corner of your street. tired of ducking into supply closets at parties. tired of the way he looked at you like you were his whole goddamn world, and then introduced you to people as “just a friend.”

you didn’t want to be his secret. you wanted to be his problem.

so you were going to make him acknowledge it. one way or another.

“bathroom,” he said suddenly, his voice low, half standing from the booth.

his hand found your knee under the table, gripped it his fingers digging in so tight it almost hurts.

you raised your eyebrows. feigned confusion. “you okay?”

roman’s eyes cuts to you.

there was a storm behind them. a quiet one, but deadly. the kind that brews low, slow the kind that doesn’t just rain, but tears the roof clean off.

“i’m good.”

short. sharp. like a promise and a warning wrapped in two syllables. you felt a shiver race down your spine, anticipation settling deep and low.

he didn't wait for a response. just turned on his heel and disappeared toward the hall that led to the restrooms. you stared after him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too wide.

hollis made some comment how roman couldn’t hold his drinks. someone else laughed.

but you just leaned back in the booth, fingers still tingling from the heat of his thigh.

he didn’t look back.

a few minutes passed.

roman came back from the bathroom looking composed on the surface his eyes calculating, shirt tucked, expression unreadable but you knew better. you saw the tightness in his jaw. the slight flush creeping up his neck. the way he ran a hand down his face like he needed to reset something.

he didn’t sit down.

instead, he stood at the edge of the booth, flicking a glance around the table before speaking, voice calm, cool, completely out of nowhere.

“i’m heading out.”

hollis looked up from his drink, eyebrows raised. “already?”

roman’s eyes flicked to you. “yeah. taking her with me. i gave her a ride.”

you straightened in your seat, trying not to smirk. the air at the table shifted. barley perceptible, but it was there a ripple. like everyone picked up the undertone, but no one could quite place it.

ian leaned forward, grinning. “come on, man it’s early.”

“yeah,” chessa added “what happened to after hours? drinks and stories, remember?”

“i got an early morning,” roman said flatly.

ryan scoffed. “lame.”

“you should stay,” you said, voice light but with a pointed edge. “we’re all having fun.”

he turned to look at you. just for a second. and it was all in his eyes that tight, dangerous look, like he was daring you to keep pushing.

he looked around the table once, eyes calm but cold, and said, “we’re leaving.”

not a trace of anger, just that steady, final tone that kind that didn’t invite debate. no smile. no blink. just quiet weight of a decision that wasn’t up for discussion.

the table erupted into groans.

“you’re no fun.”

“someone got you on a leash?”

you got to your feet with exaggerated slowness, grabbing your purse. “don’t blame me. i wanted to stay.”

he didn't even respond to that one. just turned and walked toward the exit, not bothering to say goodbye. you followed, waving at the others and laughing as the taunts followed you out the door.

"don't crash the car on the way!"

"don't forget who's buying next time."

"try not to bore her to death on the ride home."

the parking lot was dim and mostly empty, save for the low rumble of cicadas and the flicker of a faulty streetlamp above roman’s car.

he didn't speak.

just unlocked the doors, climbed in, and waited.

you slid into the passenger seat, barely got your seatbelt on before-

"what the fuck is wrong with you?"

his voice cut through the silence like a knife.

you turned your head slowly, already breathless.

he was leaning across the console, face inches from yours, eyes dark and locked in on you like you were prey. his jaw was clenched so tight you could hear the tension in his teeth.

"what?" you said innocently.

"don't fucking 'what' me." his voice was low, shaking with it. "you think that shit's funny?"

“i was just touching your leg.”

"you were practically jerking me off under the fucking table."

you blinked at him. "i didn't even get your zipper down."

roman exhaled hard through his nose. his hand slammed against the steering wheel once, fast, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to yell or kiss you until you stopped breathing.

"you think i wanted to walk back to a table full of people with a fucking hard on?" he snapped. "you think i wanted hollis asking me if i’m okay while i’m praying no one notices my dick trying to break through my goddamn pants?"

you were smiling now. just a little.

"i think you liked it."

he stared at you. unmoving. a vein in his neck twitching.

then, slowly, he leaned in until his mouth was barely brushing your cheek.

"you have no fucking idea what you're doing."

your breath hitched.

his hand came up, curled tight in the back of your hair, tugging your head just enough to make you gasp. his other hand was still on the wheel, white knuckled, like he was physically restraining himself from climbing over the console and wrecking you.

"you wanna tease me?" he murmured against your skin. "in front of everyone? make me sit there while you acted like i’m just some guy you can play with?"

you didn't answer.

you couldn't.

not with the heat flooding between your legs and the sharp, possessive grip in your hair.

"you wanna act like a brat?" he muttered, low and rough. "you'll see what that gets you."

silence.

your throat bobbed.

thighs clenched tight.

"show me," you dared.

he pulled back, just enough to look at you his smile was slow, sharp, and hungry.

the low hum of the engine vibrated through the seat, matching the buzz under your skin.

neither of you spoke. his knuckles were still tight on the wheel, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and his chest rising and falling like he was counting down numbers in his head just to keep control.

you shifted in your seat, thighs pressing tighter together, and you caught the way his eyes flicked over just once, just a flash but it was full of fire. the kind that scorches.

streetlights passed like ghosts through the windshield, casting shadows that crawled across his face. his fingers flexed on the wheel, over and over, like he was itching to touch you again, like every second he wasn't doing it was physically painful.

the whole ride, you sat there silently, practically glowing with your own smugness, not daring to smile but feeling it bloom behind your lips anyway.

you could see it in the way his tongue ran over his teeth. the way his leg bounced, barely restrained.

he was holding back. but not for long.

when he pulled up in front of your house, the car barely stopped before he was out, slamming the door shut behind him.

you hurried with your seatbelt, heart thudding like it already knew what was coming.

he was rounding the front of the car, jaw clenched, that dangerous glint still in his eyes.

you met him halfway up the driveway, heart hammering, stomach tight.

you barely had time to unlock the door before he was on you.

the front door clicked shut behind you, the muffled sounds of the neighborhood falling away as roman’s gaze locked onto yours.

without a word, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the stairs with a grip that promised he wasn't playing anymore.

in your bedroom, he moved fast his hands ripping off your jacket, your shirt, your jeans, leaving you bare beneath his steady, hungry stare. he didn't hesitate to keep his own clothes on, stripping only your defenses.

he pushed you onto the bed, fingers trailing a line of fire across your skin as he loomed over you.

"at least take off your clothes, roman," you muttered, annoyed, breathless, heat still buzzing under your skin.

his eyes darkened. his smile? sharp, cruel.

"nope," he growled low, voice thick with frustration and heat. "you wanna act like a brat? then you don't get what you want. not until i say so."

you caught your breath, heart pounding, heat pooling between your legs already, but you didn't flinch.

"maybe i like the tease," you said, voice a silky challenge.

he dropped his weight onto you, pressing his chest against yours, breath hot and rough as it fanned over your face.

"one last chance to say sorry," he whispered.

you smirked, fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw as your voice slid from your lips like velvet.

"blow me."

his grin was dark, wicked the kind of smile that promised sweet, delicious punishment.

he kissed you again hard, deep, like he was trying to take back every second he had to pretend you weren't his. his hands roamed your body with a feverish sort of greed, palms trailing over every dip and curve like he needed to relearn them all, needed to remind you whose skin this was.

his mouth followed, trailing down your neck, warm and wet, biting at the delicate place beneath your ear before moving lower across your chest, down your ribs, his tongue dragging lazily over the curve of your stomach.

then he was there.

at the apex of your thighs, spreading you open like a fucking prayer, eyes locked on yours. his breath ghosted over your soaked heat, and you felt your thighs twitch.

"you really thought you could get away with that?" he murmured, so low it vibrated. "all night, you kept your pretty little act up. touching me. looking at me like iman wouldn't do something about it."

his tongue flicked your clit once just once and your whole body flinched.

then he smiled. that wicked, smug, ive already won smile that made you want to slap him and ride him in the same breath.

his mouth descended.

hot, slow licks. broad strokes of his tongue against your folds, licking up every drop like it was owed to him. his fingers slid inside you, curling just right, while his thumb circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

you gasped.

he pulled back.

"no," he growled, eyes gleaming. "you don't get to come yet."

your breath hitched. he went back in, tongue and fingers working in tandem now, slow and deliberate. you tried to keep still keeping your hips from bucking, your moans from turning into sobs. he could feel how close you were. he loved it. every time you clenched around his fingers, his mouth smiled against your cunt.

again, he pulled away. his breath hit your slick skin, warm and cruel.

"you made me sit there with a hard on in front of my fucking friends. you think i’m gonna let you off easy?”

his tongue came back with a vengeance sharp flicks, slow suction, filthy circles that made your legs shake. you couldn't keep the sounds in anymore. whimpers. moans.

every breath was a plea, whether you said the words or not.

he edged you again.

and again.

and again.

your body was a live wire sensitive, electric, soaked. your hands clenched the sheets, twisted the fabric until your knuckles went white. your hips writhed, trying to chase the friction he kept stealing away. and through it all, your mouth was set. tight. determined.

he loved it.

"still holding out?" he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "cute."

and he fucking did it.

his tongue was everywhere sloppy, eager, relentless. he licked and sucked like he was starving, but there was no finesse anymore, no teasing flicks. just need. hot, ravenous need that soaked every breath between your thighs.

and then he shifted his whole face pressing deeper into you, like he wanted to crawl inside. his mouth lowered, letting his nose grind against your clit, back and forth, hard and deliberate, while his tongue dove lower, licking into you like it was instinct, like he'd die if he stopped.

your back arched. your mouth dropped open. and still, you tried to fight it.

but then he stopped.

completely.

you whined, hips bucking upward, pussy clenching around nothing. your body was shaking.

"don't fucking do that," you gasped, voice trembling, frustration seeping into every syllable. "roman..."

he looked up at you from between your thighs like he was starved. "you gonna apologize yet?" he asked, licking his lips, fingers idly circling your entrance.

you lifted your chin, meeting his gaze, still defiant.

silence.

his eyes darkened and then he snapped.

mouth on you again, rough and messy now, no rhythm, just pure destruction. sloppy, wet suction against your clit, fingers fucking into you with no mercy.

your moans were downright pornographic now, every sound raw and high and desperate. sweat slicked your skin. you couldn't see straight. you didn't care.

he pulled off again. your cunt was throbbing. empty. you could feel how close you were without release, like your body was breaking under the tension.

"fuck. please," you gasped, voice barely audible.

he paused, cocking his head. "what was that?"

"please," you whispered, voice cracking.

"say it," he demanded.

you swallowed, tears pooling as you choked out, "i’m sorry."

he paused, fingers ghosting over your slick folds.

"again," he said, voice gruff.

"i’m sorry, roman. please."

he didn't respond but pressed his mouth to yours, tongue sliding in as he kissed you deep and hard.

"you learn your lesson?" he murmured against your lips when he pulled back.

"yes," you breathed. "yes. just please."

his grin spread, slow and wicked, as he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and ripped it over his head tossing it aside like he couldn't get it off fast enough.

his pants were next, falling quickly as his cock sprang free, hard and leaking.

he hovered over you, lips brushing your ear.

"now, you're mine," he growled.

he slammed into you, deep and sharp, his hips snapping hard enough to jolt the headboard. you moaned loud, back arching, the sting of too much too soon mixing with the slick ache of not enough.

roman’s hand slid up your stomach, then gripped your breast rough, greedy, like he was claiming it. his thumb brushed your nipple, firm and unapologetic, and you gasped. then his hand kept moving, fingers curling around your throat not hard, just present. just enough to make you look at him.

"are you gonna tell me why you were acting like that?" he growled, voice low and deadly, hips slowing just enough to make you feel the drag.

you breathed heavy, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your body begged him to keep going.

"hmm?" he leaned in, breath brushing your mouth. "you don't get to play that innocent shit now."

you smirked, barely your voice husky and sharp.

"because i’m your girlfriend and you won't even touch me in public."

his rhythm stuttered, only for a beat. his fingers gripped your throat a little tighter.

"that why you were fucking with me? huh?" he rasped, cock still deep inside you, but barely moving. "because i didn't kiss you in front of fucking hollis?"

"i don't care who sees," you said, voice clipped, eyes blazing. "you should want them to."

he let out a dark, almost amused sound.

then he pulled out, almost completely and slammed back in with a bruising thrust that made your whole body jolt.

"maybe i like having you to myself," he growled against your jaw. "maybe i don't wanna share how fucking perfect this pussy is."

you moaned, hips bucking.

"but you wanna be claimed that bad?" he slammed in again. slower now, dragging it out. "you want me to show 'em who you belong to?"

"yes. fuck, yes."

he pulled out again. waited.

"then say it."

you whimpered, desperate. "i’m yours, roman."

he thrusted again, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

"act like it."

he kept going, his pace punishing, each thrust accentuating the tension burning under your skin. he didn't let up until you were whimpering again, trying to chase your own release.

he slowed instantly.

you gasped, fingernails digging into his back. "no-don't stop-"

"you think you get to tell me what to do?" he sneered, thrusting shallow now, barely giving you anything. "you think i’m just gonna let you come after the shit you pulled?"

you looked up at him, eyes glassy but wild, lips swollen, breath broken.

"i said i’m yours. i’m yours, roman. i’m sorry.

just-fuck—please."

he leaned down, kissed you like he wanted to devour you whole, still buried deep inside you.

"you really learned your lesson?"

"yes," you gasped. "yes. just please give it to me."

he pulled back, licking his lips as he stripped off the last of his clothes, finally baring himself to you. his eyes dragged down your body like he was about to devour you whole. then he looked up, jaw tight, voice like gravel.

"that brat shit ends here."

you nodded instantly, breath shaky, eyes glassy with need.

"okay," you whispered, barely even a sound soft, desperate, all the fire drained out and replaced with hunger.

a smug smirk tugged at his mouth as he climbed back over you, hand wrapping around your throat not to choke, just to hold. to remind you who was in control now.

you barely had a second to breathe before he gripped the backs of your thighs and shoved them up, spreading you wide, folding you nearly in half. the cold air hit your soaked cunt for half a second before he pressed his cock to your entrance, dragging the tip through the slick mess he'd made of you.

“feel how soaked you are?" he whispered against your skin, voice low and thick. "no one else could ever do this to you like i do."

then he shoved inside, thick and hot and fucking deep, bottoming out on the first stroke like he'd been holding back for hours because he had. you cried out, full to the point of stretching, thighs shaking where he held them up and open for him.

he pulled out slow, achingly slow, letting every inch drag against your soaked, sensitive walls then slammed back in hard enough to bounce you up the mattress.

your scream cracked halfway out of your throat.

and that was it. he broke.

the rhythm turned brutal. fast and relentless, loud and wet. the slap of skin echoed off your bedroom walls, bedframe creaking in protest. roman was unhinged, his head low, sweat dripping down his neck and chest as he fucked you like it was the only way he could breathe.

every thrust hit that spot inside you that made your vision go white. your body was already on the edge, so far gone from the teasing and the edging and his tongue and fingers that your nerves were shot, twitching under his weight.

you moaned loud and wrecked and he smiled, fucking smug even while he was unraveling.

"that's it," he grunted. "go ahead, baby.

fuckin' take it. take all of it."

you clawed at his back, nails raking down his muscle.

"roman i’m-"

he bent lower, hand sliding under your knee to push you even more open, his pace never slowing.

"you gonna come for me now? after all that shit you pulled?"

you nodded frantically, whimpering. "yes, yes, i need it please-"

"then fuckin' come," he growled, and slammed in deeper, gritting his teeth as he angled his hips and started grinding against your sweet spot, right there-

you shattered.

the orgasm hit like a train, body locking up and convulsing, toes curling, fingers gripping his arms like a lifeline. your vision went white, mouth open in a silent cry that only came back in gasping moans as he kept thrusting through it, forcing you to feel every last wave of it crash over you.

your pussy clamped down so tight around him he groaned, low and feral.

"fucking God, mami," he rasped, hips jerking. "you feel so good fuck-"

he pulled out a second before he came, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock as hot ropes of cum splattered across your stomach, your thighs, your pussy his breath heavy, eyes locked on your wrecked, blissed out face as he milked every last drop from himself.

and then he just stood there, for a moment, staring down at you like he couldn't believe what he'd just done to you what you'd done to him.

his chest heaved. his jaw flexed. sweat clung to his temples.

you were still trembling underneath him, legs twitching, lips parted, soaked, painted with him.

he reached out, brushing his fingers through your hair, then trailing down to touch your mouth.

he leaned down, his voice rough and low right against your lips. "so fuckin' lucky you're mine. no one else gets this. no one."

the room was quiet now, save for the hum of the AC and both your ragged breathing.

roman’s body was still warm from the exertion, muscles loose now as he finally collapsed next to you, arm slung over his face like he'd just gone twelve rounds and won.

he didn't say anything right away. just laid there for a minute, chest rising and falling, still catching his breath.

then he reached over, tugged you into his side. his hand slid over your bare stomach, fingertips brushing his own mess across your skin without a care. he pressed a kiss to your temple, lazy and slow.

"you always gonna drive me insane like that?" he muttered.

you smirked, cheek resting on his shoulder.

"you love it."

he let out a quiet laugh. "yeah.

unfortunately for me, i really fucking do."

silence again thick, loaded. you thought that might be the end of it. that he'd leave it there, like he always did.

but then-

"i’m not hiding you anymore."

you blinked, slowly looking up at him.

"what?"

he looked at you, eyes meeting yours.

serious. feral in that quiet, deadly way only roman leal could be when he meant something with his whole damn chest.

"i don't wanna pretend you're just some girl i drop off after dinner. not after this. not after tonight." he paused. "you're mine. and i’m done acting like you're not."

it knocked the breath out of you more than any orgasm had. you didn't speak. didn't have to.

he leaned in, kissed you like a promise firm, lingering, a little rough around the edges. just like him.

"i’ll tell them tomorrow," he murmured, lips brushing yours. "hollis, ryan, ian. everyone. i don't care."

you stared at him, searching for a crack.

there wasn't one.

"okay," you whispered.

he grinned, thumb dragging along your jaw.

"and next time you pull that shit under the table in public," he added, dark glint in his eye, "i’m dragging you into the bathroom and making you apologize with your mouth."

you laughed really laughed and he kissed you again, swallowing it whole.

and just like that, it wasn't a secret anymore.

it was real.

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