#dih

WE SHOULDN’T BE HERE

tags: dom!roman, fem!reader, hate sex 🥰, overstimulation, slight degrading, idk

w/c: 3.6k !

im too lazy to proofread this so ignore mistakes pls 🫩

You watch as Hollis, Nate, Roman, Jonah and Ryan all walk into the room backstage. The show had just ended and you can tell by the way they’re all panting that they’re tired out. Performing a song eight times does that to a person I guess. You’ve been sitting backstage the whole time either on your phone or eating some of the donuts staff had left for you.

“Good show?” You ask while they all plop down on the couch or floor.

“Yeah it was great, the crowd was amazing” Hollis smiles as he walks over to grab a donut. You’ve been here a couple hours so you ate a couple because you got hungry. To be fair before Nate’s set you had offered and he said he didn’t want to perform on a full stomach in risk of throwing up.

“Okay, so the afterparty is at Jonah’s right?” Ryan questions suddenly from the couch where he’s sat with a teasing smirk on his face.

“What? Absolutely not, why don’t you just have it at yours?” Jonah rebuttals. He doesn’t like having a party at his because he had once walked in on two people fucking in his parent’s bathroom.

“Fine by me honestly” Ryan shrugs. Clearly he just wanted to piss off Jonah.

You were all currently in California which was perfect since this is where Ryan had a house.

As you’re all talking about the party and Ryan keeps bothering Jonah, Roman gets up to go grab a donut and to no surprise, they’re all gone. One in each of our hands except Roman’s.

You and Roman have this weird relationship. You don’t like each other, no, you hate each other, despite being around each other all the time. You don’t really remember the reason why he’s so insufferable, maybe its how he’d always mock you, how he’d always tease you and then get mad when you’d do it back, or how he’s overall a bitch. You just can’t deny how much you dislike him. He doesn’t know why he hates you either, he just views you as Nate’s annoying younger sister and he doesn’t see how the others like your presence.

“Y/N are you fucking kidding me?” Roman blurts out, causing everyone to quiet down.

“What did I do?” You ask, genuinely questioning what he’s blaming you for this time.

He just scoffs. That’s the problem. He never communicates.

“Fucking forget it.” He murmurs as he grabs the empty box with clear irritation, throws it out walks out the room. Everyone’s silent for a moment wondering what happened.

“I’m gonna go check on him” Nate says before getting up and following in Roman’s footsteps.

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A hour or so past and now you’re getting ready in the bathroom at Ryan’s. You’ve already done your hair and put on black shorts with an off the shoulder stripped top that go with the boots you’re wearing. As you’re in the middle of doing your eyeliner, you hear your phone buzz on the counter.

roman

sorry.

Nate must’ve really got to him if he’s apologizing to you. Roman’s never actually tried being nice to you, he has this look on his face when you’re around that just screams aversion.

He’s probably in the next room getting ready or helping Hollis set things up downstairs in the kitchen so even if he didn’t come up to you and apologize face to face, the effort is somewhat there.

You finally finish getting ready and head downstairs, nobodies here yet because everyone in LA thinks it’s chic to show up late, it’s fine though because they were all planning to pregame before anyone came.

You walk into the kitchen to see Ryan pouring shots.

“Can I have one?” you ask, going to stand by Nate who just furrows his eyes and looks at you. It’s clear he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you drink, still viewing you as a baby.

Ryan nods as he grabs another shot glass and starts pouring.

“Hey, don’t put so much” Nate points out as he tips to bottle of vodka back so it stops pouring. Your shot glass is only half filled while the guys’ are all full.

“I’m twenty, I can drink if I want” You rebuttal as you give Ryan a look that says ‘keep pouring’.

“Twenty-one is the legal drinking age so..” Nate says and you just stick your tongue out at him. He can’t say anything since he’s worse than you with these things.

You all take a shot at the same time and not long after people start filling the house. Soon enough you can feel the bass of the blaring song in your heart, the main lights are dim as theres flashing colorful lights, people crowding in all the rooms and you can’t tell whether you just had your 3rd or 6th drink.

Your friends were here too as you were all dancing and jumping along, enjoying yourselves.

“I’m gonna go get another drink” you slur in your friend’s ear before making your way to the kitchen. Pushing past people was already a struggle for you, but bumping into Roman? That isn’t going to be easy to get out of.

“God, don’t you watch where you’re going?” He exclaimed as he had his drink in his hand, his eyes trail up from your feet to your outfit, taking you in.

“Yes, I do. You should watch where you go maybe” You slur back as you point at him with a grin.

He just rolls his eyes. “Wow, you’re fucking wasted”

“Am not”

“Yeah? How much have you had to drink?” He smirks. Maybe the alcohol was getting to you. You eyed him up and down taking in his jeans, the way his tank top sticks to his skin, his eyeliner perfectly messed up, the Calvin Klein boxers peaking out. He looked good.

You didn’t even remember the question and just stood there feeling as heat rose to your already flushed cheeks and the back of your neck.

“My god.” he murmurs before grabbing you by the arm and starts dragging you towards Nate, probably to snitch or tell him you need to go to a room and sleep this off. He stops suddenly and you watch his gaze shift from facing forward to him looking around everywhere.

Even though Nate could handle his liquor, he was just as drunk as you. That wouldn’t have been good. Roman couldn’t spot anyone that he could hand you to and he cursed under his breath when he realized he’d have to take care of you.

“Can I go back to my friends?” You whine and he just furrows his brows at you, clearly he didn’t hear. He leaned down and had his ear right by your mouth. You repeated yourself and he just tilted his head to the side.

“Are they as wasted as you?” he raised his brows.

“I mean, kinda-“

“Honestly, go do whatever the fuck you want. I’m not here to babysit.” He interrupts, all of a sudden you’re reminded of why you hate him. He was being a decent person now he’s back to being rude.

“Fine, I didn’t want to hangout with your bitchass anyway” you say loud enough for him to hear before shoving him away and going back to the corner where you and your friends were, unaware he was following.

You and Roman have been in plenty of arguments but this one felt different. Him and Nate being friends for years means you had also known him for years, and he’s still as insufferable as when you first met him.

Just before you could speak, you feel yourself get pulled back and led into a dark room. You were so drunk that you couldn’t comprehend what was happening until you heard Roman’s voice.

“What did you say?” He murmurs, hands on the wall by either side of your head. He seemed even more pissed than before but then again, when was he not mad around you?

“I said I didn’t want to be around you anyway” You say, maintaining eye contact with him. You were too nervous to move, too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t mean that, you fucking love being around me” he mumbled. What was he even talking about? The weed was getting to his head.

“What the fuck are you on about? How much did you smoke?” You question, genuinely confused by how much nerve he had to say something like that.

“You don’t think I notice it? The way you constantly look at me, you always try to get my attention, you’re always wearing those outfits you know I like..like this one” he murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your body.

“God, you’re so full of yourself!” you scoff before shoving him. He grips your wrists with one hand and pins you against the wall. You feel all the blood drain from your face. Most times, Roman just teases you about these things because he knows how uncomfortable you get. But this time you can’t tell if it was just to bother you.

You both take a minute. His eyes on yours as you’re both searching for answers as to what’s happening. You lips part and it’s as watching you caused him to mimic your expression.

His gaze trails down to your lips, he did it so quick that you would’ve missed it if you blinked. He leaned in slowly, testing to see if you’d pull away. You don’t know what’s happened to you in the moment, maybe it’s all the drinks, but you lean in as well.

He takes that as a signal, quickly closing the gap between your lips and his. The kiss had become rough quickly, his tongue exploring yours, breathing in heavily.

He hadn’t pulled apart from you since his lips touched yours. One hand grasps your wrists together as the other cups your jaw, hard. It’s as if he wants to show years of hate and bitter arguments through something as sweet as a kiss.

You want to feel him so bad, you never knew you needed something like this. You try to pull away from his grasp but he only tightens his hold.

“Roman..” you pant desperately into the kiss.

All he does is groan into your mouth, you whine at the feeling of his chest coming into contact with yours as he’s practically tongue deep in your throat.

He finally lets go of your wrists and your hands fall to his dark, messy hair. You grasp at his roots so hard that you can feel your heart rate pick up when his hands are on your waist. Your lips haven’t separated once, both of you too consumed in each other and the moment to even think about pulling away.

“I fucking hate you” he mumbles into the kiss.

You don’t even get a chance to speak before he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and groan into his mouth at the feeling. You can’t help but grind slightly.

He pushes your back against the wall hard and you arch in pain with a hiss. He moves his lips from yours and kisses down your chin and jaw until he gets to the soft flesh of your neck. He’s nipping and sucking anywhere he could as you try to hold back any noise with one of your hands gripping his shirt, the other in his hair.

“C’mon..you don’t have to be quiet.” he murmurs against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Let me hear you.”

He continued to bite roughly on your neck, lapping his tongue over the forming bruise. He was eager to get a noise out of you.

His hands trailed down to the hem of your top, he pauses the assault on your neck to look up asking for permission. You nod in response and he lifts your top up quickly, practically ripping it off you. The look in his eyes is hungry, full of lust, as he looks down at your black laced bra.

You felt nervous in the moment, you’ve only hooked up with someone once and even you knew that it was bad. So for someone like Roman seeing you in such a vulnerable state? It was nerve wracking.

You tug the hem of his tank top up, he immediately notices.

“Yeah, you want it off?” He teases as you just nod in response, tugging at it more. “Words.”

“Yes.” you murmur quietly. You were a bit embarrassed, you’ve never really been in such a situation.

“Hm? Can’t hear you sorry”

“Yes Roman!” you say louder and he finally listens, taking off his shirt to reveal his toned torso.

He immediately starts sucking on your neck, leaving a trail on your collarbone and the start of your breast. You let out quiet gasps and breaths, not wanting to be too loud considering how many people are right outside the door.

“Fuck..” Roman moans just at the taste of your skin.

You’re too lost in the moment to even realize his hands are on the waistband of your shorts, already unzipping them. You’re so needy for him in the moment that you move one of your hands down to help him take them off.

After getting your shorts off, you’re held up in only your black laced bra and matching panties. He takes a moment to eye you up at down, taking you in and suddenly you get all flustered.

Roman’s never looked at you like this, the only times you remember him looking at you face to face is when he’s arguing with you. It felt good to know that for once he was admiring you.

He holds you tightly as he turns around and leads you towards the bed in the room. You were so in the moment you didn’t even realize there was a bed in here. You take a moment to try and find something to figure out what room you’re in.

As Roman lays you on the bed beneath him, you recognize the covers. It’s Ryans room. You’ve slept in here thousands of times when you were out of it, you couldn’t do him like that.

“Wait!..” You blurt out suddenly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilt your head up to look at him. His knees dipped the mattress down on both sides of your hips as his hands grazed yours on the bedding.

“Hm? What is it?” He groans with half lidded lust filled eyes.

“It’s Ryans bed, we can’t do anything on here!”

He scoffs in response. “Fuck Ryan, I’ll handle it later if something happens.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry about him, baby” He mumbles before kissing your lips. You suck in a breath as his tongue enters your mouth for what feels like the thousandth time tonight.

One of his hands begin to trail down your back and reaches the clasp of your bra. You eagerly nod before he can even say a word which makes him smirk into the kiss. He unclasps your bra and helps you take it off. As he does so, he pushes back to watch as your chest heaves up and down quickly.

“So fucking beautiful” he murmurs to himself. You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look up at him.

He leaned down once more and starts placing gentle kisses along your torso and breasts until he reaches your navel. He sets himself in between your legs as he stares up at you. His eyeliners partially smudged and you can see the faint pink color on his cheek.

Roman lifts your legs up over his shoulders and places gentle kisses on your inner thighs, hands holding you down by your hips.

You never felt so much want in your life. You could feel how wet your panties were and there was no doubt that Roman could see it.

“Roman..please” you murmur.

“Please what?” He replies with a smirk as he grins against your thigh. You huff in response, too embarrassed to say anything.

“If you don’t say what you want, I won’t do anything” he shrugs.

You groan and throw your head back in annoyance.

Roman just eyes you the whole time, noticing your struggle.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He mumbles against the skin of your thigh before nibbling at it.

“Mhm..” you nod eagerly.

“Okay, then say it. Say ‘Roman, please touch me” He adds and you just roll your eyes. He was so full of himself but god you needed him so bad.

“Roman, please touch me”

That was all it took for him to snap before he pulled your panties to the side and place two fingers through your folds. You moan out loudly at the foreign touch. He pulls his fingers back after a moment and you whine at the loss. He brings his fingers up to his mouth to taste you and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck..baby” he mumbles before gripping your waist tight and spitting right on your clit. He watches it as it dribbles down before leaning in and licking a stripe from your hole to clit to collect it all. He lapped his tongue all over you, sucking on your clit roughly. It felt so good. Your lewd moans and whines come out broken as your hands fall into his hair, keeping him where you want him.

“God..Roman!” you moan out as you feel him pump a finger in and out of you slowly. It only added to the pleasurable feel of the whole thing. You try to press your thighs together but can’t do much with his head in between them.

“So fucking good for me baby” he groans as he adds a second finger. You instantly feel a knot forming in your stomach, your whines coming out faster and broken increments of his name and words spilling out before you can think.

“So close! Please!” you cry out. As if just to spite you, he stops everything and you whine loudly at the loss. You don’t even process the fact his jeans are off and he’s pulling his boxers down as you’re too busy catching your breath. It’s not until he flips you around so you’re on your stomach, ass up, and you feel his tip against your entrance that you whimper quietly in need.

He slowly pushes himself into you, your jaw slack the whole time until you feel his hips against your ass. You curse under your breath and moan as he pulls back and sharply thrusts in repeatedly.

“Fuck…y/n ” He groans as he grips both your wrists again but this time behind your back.

You can’t reply, the only thing able to leave your mouth is broken muffled moans due to your cheek shoved into poor Ryan’s bedding. You open your eyes slightly, wanting to look as he fucks into you from behind. His brows furrowed slightly as his lips parted in pleasure whenever you clench around him. You smile lazily at the sight, enjoying the feeling that you can make someone who hates you feel this good.

“What’s with the smug ass look on your face? Hm?” He pants as he wraps his other hand around your throat, pulling you until his chest is against your smooth back. He’s not pressing hard enough to cut off your circulation, put the pressure makes you feel lightheaded and adds to the whole thing making you moan.

“Huh? I asked you a question, slut” He murmurs in your ear as the new angle allows him to pound deeper into you, the feeling causing your eyes to roll back and your head to tilt back against his shoulder.

“I don’t..I don’t know!” Is all you manage to get out along with a lewd moan.

“Do you actually not know or are you too cock dumb to fucking answer?” He smirks before pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the previous knot forming again, nearing your orgasm you were robbed of before.

You feel Roman’s hands tighten around your wrists before his hand that was on your throat slide down your body. He takes a moment to caress your breast, teasing the hard bud on your nipple before trailing down and rubbing your sensitive clit. You whimper loudly into his mouth, not being able to do much other than just take everything he’s giving you.

His thrusts pick up as well as his fingers on your clit. “C’mon, cum for me, y/n. Make a mess on my cock” He groans into the kiss. That was all it took for you to come undone, squirming as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

He whimpers into your mouth as you feel tears forming from the overstimulation.

“Roman!” You moan out as you feel a couple tears spilling, his lips leave yours to kiss up your wet cheeks. You could feel how close he was with how fast he was thrusting. He finally finishes inside you with a loud moan, your name falling past his lips quietly, his movements slowing down.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, you can feel his chest heave against your back and your head stays on his shoulder with how fatigued you’ve become. He leans down and gently presses his lips against your ear.

“I still hate you..”

RARE IRONJAW DRAWING!!!!

CW: could be ooc most likely tbh…. enjoy💋🖤

AN: hey guys ik its been a while ty for all the support💗 hope you enjoy this fluffy post of our gentle giant😝

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Sfw

—Bros the type to…. only let you see his face

—Bros the type to…. have crazy amounts of loyalty, that’s why it’s so hard for him to trust

—Bros the type to…. try to understand your human feelings, even if he has a hard time processing them

—Bros the type to…. secretly dream about you, but act casual whenever talking to you.

—Bros the type to…. be a scavenger. For example, if he finds something that reminds him of you or think you’d like on his little outings/hunts, he’d get it for you. (Examples range from picking small flowers he thought were pretty, to like stealing jewelry)

—Bros the type to…. scare off the other creeps from you. Ej is the doctor/medic of them, in a way they must keep their distance not to get on his bad side.

—Bros the type to…. get easily flustered at the small details he notices from you.

—Bros the type to…. not care about superficial things like small talk, he wants to know what makes up your purpose and what makes you tick.

—Bros the type to…. be super protective and possessive over you, you are his addiction and newfound love in this sick world. He wouldn’t want anything to harm you, or take you away from him.

—Bros the type to…. purr like a cat whenever he cuddles with you. He feels safe and relaxed with you.

—Bros the type to…. deny his feelings at first. He doesn’t want to face his true desires, because he doesn’t want to potentially hurt you, or get hurt…. We all know how his last relationship ended🙄

—Bros the type to…. subconsciously nibble on your soft skin. Not to initiate sexual intentions, but simply because he likes the feeling and finds it comforting.

—Bros the type to…. make sure you’re always fed and hydrated. He is a doctor after all, he prioritizes health.

—Bros the type to…. be a good cook even if he doesn’t eat human food. I could see him making a good steak tbh.