#omgmonet

The two of you were laying down on the couch, watching your favorite movie for the 100th time this month. You guys were cuddled up in the spoon position, your back side was on roman so that you could see the tv, and he was behind you with one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other tucked under you, and conveniently for him right where your breasts were. 

He’s never verbalized this but he loves your titts, everything about them is so addicting—how big they are, how they bounce when you do just about anything, when they tease him whenever they spill out of certain clothing you were, and especially when he sees your nipples harden whenever the two of you have sex. He can't get enough of them. 

He can’t get enough of you. 

Before the movie even turned on, he was already turned on and you hadn’t even done anything. Just by him being close to you, smelling that vanilla and jasmine body wash you love so much, him feeling on your soft and plush stomach he loves to touch on(and push down on while his fucking you), and your voluptuous back side being right on his dick, which was hardening with every passing second. It didn’t help that you were wearing moomoo you knew he loved so much. 

He honestly doesn’t give a fuck about the movie anymore. 

He actually hates this movie, but he loves you more than anything though so he doesn’t care how many times he has to watch it if it means he gets to be close to you. Right now though, all he could think about was pulling that damn moomoo off of you and fucking your sexy ass right on the couch. He needed to hear those sweet moans you make whenever he hits your sweet spot, to caress and suck on those big, brown areolas, and bend you over so he could see your ass recoil as he fucks you through the couch. 

You were very unaware of how primal you were making this man feel because you were zeroed-in on the movie, however, you quickly became aware when you accidentally scooted your ass back on him to adjust your position.You almost instantly felt his girth on your ass right after. 

“I-I’m sorry baby…” you whispered nervously, now fully realizing what you’ve just started. 

“It’s fine,” his voice was low and husky, causing your core to tighten, and your pussy to become slick. “Just watch the movie sweetheart, it’s about to get good.” He doesn’t even know what’s going on. 

You nodded your head as you tried to redirect your attention back onto the TV, It was impossible now, though. Roman's hold on you got tighter, so tight that the veins on his hands and forearm started to become more visible. He started planting kisses on the side of your head, your burning cheek, and then he started to concentrate his warm, full lips on your ear. He hovered his breath over it, planting light kisses on it because, and whispering sweet nothings into it, small  I love you’s, you’re so beautiful’s—and more audibly saying “You know what you’re doing, don’t you, pretty girl?” His hands started to travel down the side of your thigh and stopped at the end of your night gown. “You wearin’ my favorite clothes,” he started kissing on that sensitive spot on your neck. “And you try scooting that ass back on me,” his hand slowly pulled the end of that damned moomoo up. “And you think im not gon do nothin’?” he starts to lick and suck on that sensitive part on your neck. 

As he’s talking to you, or teasing you rather, you’re letting out those sweet, yet pathetic whimpers he loves so much. “Ro, I didn’t-” 

“Oh, you meant it, baby,” He growls and grips on your ass and you let out a breathy moan. “You meant that shit. Now be a good girl and watch that movie, tell me what’s going on.” One of his hands started to tease your big, plump, pussy. 

“Ohh my god!” you gasped and immediately rolled your hips against his fingers for more friction, he noticed this and slowly circled your bundle of nerves. “There she is..” His voice was so provocative now it drove you insane. You didn’t even care about this damn movie anymore. 

“Please don’t stop daddy, mmhh” you breathed out as he was now thrusting his fingers inside your tight hole and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I’ll never stop, so long as you pay attention to that tv. I know you can do it sweetheart” He encouraged you while putting you on your back so that he could snake his way down to your soaking pussy. “Go on and tell me, I’m listening” he teased as he planted small kisses on your stomach and spread your thick thighs apart, putting them over his shoulders and locking his arms around them, god you loved the way his muscles flexed when he did this. 

“Th-ohhh fuck.. They’re trying to come up with a p-plan” you stutter, trying your best not to pay attention to Roman’s constant teasing. 

“Oh yeah? What else baby?” He slid his tongue across your entire pussy, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

“And they-they’re waiting for the perfect-” you were cut off by the feeling of roman completely devouring you. His skillful tongue flicking your clit and slurping up your juices like it was his last meal. 

“Daddy please, I'm gonna come!!” you begged as you put your hand on his head, gripping onto his hair as if it would help anchor you. 

“Go on and come for me, baby. Let me taste that shit” He said slowly, then immediately continued to eat your sweet pussy.

You started to shake uncontrollably from all the pleasure, clenching your thighs around roman’s head and moaning his name so loud that you’re sure everyone in the neighborhood can hear you, and you finish all over yourself and roman,who can’t even contain himself anymore. The pressure he feels from your thighs mixed with your voice is driving him clinically insane.  He licks you clean, groaning because you taste so damn good. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

You whimpered pathetically since you could no longer form coherent sentences. Roman leaned over you, held onto the tip of your chin, and gave you a deep kiss. “You did so good for me, I know you got another one in you. Don’t you baby? He cooed and gave you another kiss. You weakly nodded at his question. “Use your words, sweetheart.” he commanded. 

“I-I do..” your voice was so shaky and he fucking loved it. He didn't even say anything else after you replied, he just took his sweatpants off, revealing his erection that was already dripping with come. 

He took a second to soak you in admiring your now naked body sprawled out on the couch. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispered, stroking his dick a couple of times before lining himself up inching himself inside of you, when he hears your intoxicating moans, he wastes no time sliding all his length inside you with one smooth stroke. He pulled out and slammed back in, hitting your sensitive spot that caused your back to arch off the couch and your face to contort in a way full of burning pleasure.

“Oouu, yes daddy, oh my god..” you whined and dug your nails into his tattooed arm. 

His breath hitched upon feeling your sharp nails, but he didn’t mind one bit. He continued to fuck you hard and deep, grunting softly with each stroke. 

“I love you so much, love this tight fuckin’ pussy, these fucking titties..” he said gruffly,  squeezing onto one of your now sensitive breasts, and his pace started to pick up—getting faster, and somehow deeper. 

“I-I’m gonna come, daddy. Please let me come” you pleaded weakly. Roman looked at you with those dark, lustful eyes of his—drinking up your perfect body under his. He then leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss before putting his lips to your ear and encouraging you to come for him, to let him see and feel how much you love him. And that you did—you squeezed yoru eyes shut and your body jerked and shivered under his as you released all over yourself, roman and the couch. Roman came undone at the same time, still fucking you through your orgasm at the same time. 

“There you go, my beautiful girl, look at all that love you gave me” he alluded to the mess you and him made on that couch. He wrapped you into his arms, and gave you small kisses all over your face. 

You wrapped yourself around roman, not even caring that the movie had ended a long time ago. The two of you just laid on the couch for the rest of the night in a comfortable silence. So much for having a simple movie night. 

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A/N💕: Hello hello you filthy little freaks😩, I hope yall enjoyed this shit. this was another one of those fuck it just post it kind of fics. I tried to do somethings differently, like kind of explore and practice on my smut like writing or whatever, let me know how yall liked it or didn't like it im very open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

I also came up with this shit while I was on the couch watching game of thrones, thought I should add that for some reason.

anyways, thanks for reading, please interact with this!! I love to see what you guys think.

I love yall so much

December 27th, 2025

Words couldn't even begin to explain the amount of rage Willow was feeling in this moment. After everything she had done to keep her and Sean's relationship afloat—getting two jobs, going to school, and even supporting him when he had no job felt as though it was all for nothing. Her feeling was proven right when she caught him laying in the bed that she paid for with another woman; Nadia, her best friend of 15 years. She was seething with something more than anger, and mixed with an immense amount of betrayal. She didn’t know what to do with herself at that moment. Sean and Nadia frantically hopped out of bed, trying to find their own articles of clothing while trying to convince Willow that they were going to explain that they didn’t mean for this to happen, that it was a mistake. Nadia had tears welling in her eyes as if she was the one getting cheated on and Sean got on his knees in hopes that Willow will pick him up and forgive him. But both of their pitiful tactics had no effect on willow. She walked past the both of them, grabbed a duffle bag from out of the closet, grabbed some clothes and toiletries, and left. 

The walk outside was when it all hit her, and she finally came crashing down as she got inside her car. The uncontrollable tears were now rolling down her cheeks,the salty taste of them corroding her mouth. She didn’t care at this point how she looked or how her emotions seeped out, all she cared about was where she was going next. She had nobody to lean on, no best friend to rant to, she was alone and she didn’t know what to do. So, she did the only thing she knew to do—went to the only person she could lean on, the only person she could rant to, her father. 

Willow’s father, William, is a simple man really. He doesn’t live above his means, he watches the same kinds of television, worked at the same place for almost thirty years, and he wears the same kinds of clothes. He likes to cook and have a good beer from time to time as well. That’s something Willow always admired about her dad and also why she decided to stay with him for the next few days; he's simple, reliable, and stable, which is something she needs in her life right now. 

Six Months Later 

Summer is here and the heat has no mercy. The sun’s rays are beaming down on any and everything, cicadas and crickets are making sounds all in the trees and in the grass. The Carter’s, however are throwing meat on the grill, blaring blues music while they have a drink and play card games while the kids are chasing each other around, eating burgers and hot dogs, playing hide and seek outside, and running in and out of the house despite their mothers chastising them for doing so. 

Life seems to be on the up and up all around, especially for Willow. She isn’t the sad girl who got betrayed by her ex boyfriend and best friend. She’s gotten better, she quit her job to start a new career after she finished her last year of college with honors, and she’s glowing from the inside out. 

As time went by, she found herself feeling even better off a few drinks, some good steak thanks to her father’s grilling skills, and her favorite music playing on those speakers she and her dad bought the summer before her first year at college.

She was having a talk with one of her aunts about  what's going on in her life and other family things as her dad came walking up to her with someone beside him, someone that Willow had never seen before. He was big, not in the sense that he was fat, but he was tall as hell and was very muscular. To her, he looked like those Greek gods she loved to read about as a child, and his face was so beautiful to her. It was like the creator carefully crafted every feature of it. His jawline was chiseled to the gods, his lips looked so full and soft, beard freshly shaven and had sprinkles of gray hairs just like the mane of hair on his head that was neatly gathered into a manbun, and his eyes were so brown, she didn't know why, but she didn't think she'd seen eyes have such a beautiful shade of brown ever in her life. She was struck by him. Who is this man? How did her dad manage to even meet him? These questions were running laps around her head until her dad and the mystery man came her way and her dad called her by her nickname. 

“ LoLo, this is that friend I was telling you about a few months back while you were off at school, Joe. and Joe, this is my babygirl, Willow.” He said as he looked between the both of them with a small smile. 

Joe smiled at Willow as he extended his large hand out for her to shake. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Willow. Your dad never stops talking about you, and I couldn’t wait to see what all the hype was about.” 

His voice was so deep, yet so soothing. It reminded Willow of velvet in a way. And his smile made a sleuth of butterflies dance in her stomach. She went to shake his hand, and they were so soft, like those throw blankets she can't seem to stop buying from the store. 

She gave him a small smile. She didn't want to smile too much because she was so nervous. “Hello, it's nice to meet you as well, and I hope dad didn’t embarrass me too much.” Her voice came out quieter than she thought it would, maybe she was more nervous than she thought. 

“Of course I didn’t, Lo. I mean I may have told him about how you used to run around the house with your undies on your head but that’s about it.” William laughed and Willow jokingly pushed him “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” he continued to laugh before wiping a tear off his face. “Anyway, I gotta go throw some more meat on for these people, they like to take leftovers. Joe, you wanna talk to anyone else before I get back to it? I don’t mind letting you get to know everyone.” 

Joe’s eyes were on Willow’s the whole conversation, and Willow didn’t notice until she looked at him herself, which made those butterflies in her stomach do backflips and summersaults. 

“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind seeing the whole family.” His voice was like music to her ears, she didn’t want him to stop talking. “It was nice to meet you, Willow.” She loved the way he said her name. He gave her that beautiful smile of his before his dad and him walked off to the next family member. 

Willow didn’t know what to do with herself. She had never felt that way about anyone before, not even with Sean. What was this feeling? 

“Ouu girl, you drooling on your shirt ‘bout that man” aunt Shirley said from the table the two of them were sitting at as she took a sip from her wine cooler. 

“Oh be quiet teetee.” The both of them laughed, and Willow wiped her cheek and looked down at her shirt quickly to make sure she wasn’t actually drooling over him. 

Later that night, around 9pm

The gathering was officially coming to an end, the people with kids headed home first,  some older cousins were having conversations and helping uncles fold the lawn chairs and tables, others were loading up their to-go plates and trying to hurry and get to the car before anyone asked them to do anything. Willow was now in the kitchen washing dishes. She hated washing the dishes but she agreed to do it since her dad spent the whole day cooking, and her social battery was at an all time low, so this was also an excuse to not have to speak to anyone else. 

Then he walked in. 

Joe was having a conversation with Willow’s dad as the two of them walked through the door, into the living room, and finally plopped down onto the leather couch Willow begged her dad to buy a few years ago. William was talking to Joe about a situation that happened at work that made him die laughing even after almost a week of the situation actually happening. Joe laughed along with him, but he couldn’t help but to occasionally look over at Willow every chance he got. He couldn’t help it. Everything about her intrigued him: the way she smiled before they made their way to her, how intoxicating her laugh was, how magnetic her being was, how sweet and refreshing her voice was, the way she looked at him. He couldn’t get enough of her. 

Willow knew he was looking at her too, but she didn’t acknowledge him. What would she do? What would she say? She hadn’t said anything to him after they introduced themselves because she didn’t think she would be able to. And she definitely wasn't going to try since this was her father’s friend, and he’s the same age as him, if not a little older. She just didn’t think that they would have anything to talk about since they are in very different stages in life. 

At least she thought she wasn’t going to talk to them. 

Turns out she had spaced out for so long that she didn’t even notice that her dad walked outside to help the rest of the family clean up the lawn, which left her and Joe in the house by themselves. 

Fuck. 

Willow felt the tension between the two of them rise slowly but surely. And those damned butterflies started coming back into her stomach as she saw Joe walk into the kitchen out of her peripheral vision. She tried her best to control her breathing, but it was a lousy attempt so she just prayed that he didn’t notice. 

“Let me help you out.” That voice of his has to be the most addicting thing on earth. 

Willow turns her head to him, not really looking at him because she won’t be able to speak if she did. “Uh, you don’t have to. I’m almost done with them anyway… thank you though.” 

“I don’t mind, and you don’t need to be washing all those by yourself anyway. I could at least help you dry them off, sweetheart.” He insisted as he made his way closer to the sink, closer to her. He smelled amazing, like the forest, or a warm cabin on a fall day. She couldn’t put her finger on the scent but she knew that she loved it. She wanted to be engulfed by his scent, by him. 

“I- well okay, thank you, Joe.” she finally looked up at him and gave him a smile, and that had to have been the best and worst decision in her life. He really was the most handsome man she’d met in her life, but she couldn’t even think straight as she looked at him. She was going to hand him a dish but she couldn’t because she was literally stone right now. Is he the male medusa?!

“I’m guessing you need me to dry this huh?” he teased as he took the pan and a nearby rag to begin drying off the pan. Willow chuckled softly and continued to wash the remaining dishes in the sink. 

“So, what did you major in?” Joe asked suddenly because he hated the silence, he wanted to hear her talk. He loved her voice, it was so sweet, so enchanting, it was like a drug he didn’t want to sober up from. 

“Chemical engineering. It was hard but I got through it.” She handed him a wet dish. 

“Damn, I can’t imagine how hard that is, but you seem pretty smart, and your dad said you’re the smartest person he knows so I’m sure you didn’t have too much trouble” He grabbed the dish and wiped it off with the rag. 

“Well thank you, I’m just glad I finished. It was a lot going on in my life and honestly… nevermind that doesn’t matter. Thanks” she let out a deep sigh at the memories she had flooding in her mind and handed him the next dish. 

Joe cocked his head at Willow, his expression was mixed with confusion and concern. “Did something happen? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m sure it's important.” He assured her as he grabbed the dish 

“Well, I mean my boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch while I was in school. He didn’t want me to be at school because he believed that he wouldn’t see me as much, and that I would find someone else to talk to. I didn’t talk to anyone at all, but I was at home less because I also had a job at the same time I was going to school. And that led to our relationship becoming strained…” she paused. It was like something inside of her forced her to stop talking because of what happened after, the part that she hasn’t really gotten over. 

Neither of them had realized it yet, but Joe’s throw blanket  soft hand was holding hers, a silent way of comforting her as she spoke about that traumatic past. 

Willow finally felt their hands touching,and she wasn't nervous this time, she felt calm, more calm than she’d ever felt before. It was strange. And she finally developed the ability to look Joe right in the face without those butterflies having a fiesta in her stomach. 

Joe had a different kind of expression on his face,more serious and irritated because some little insecure bitch boy couldn’t handle a woman like Willow. It actually made him boil with anger that someone like that would even try to hold someone else back. He held his tongue however and asked Willow, “What else happened?” his voice seemed to have dropped an octave or two. 

“Well,” she began “I guess he was scared to lose me or something…I don’t know” She crossed her arms and held her head back down as if she was beginning to curl into a shell of protection, “He slept with my friend…my best friend of 15 years actually.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, it was like if she spoke higher that her voice would shake and she would begin to break down, and tears were already starting to form in her eyes. 

Joe stayed silent for a moment. He needed to so he could find the right words to reply with. It was hard though considering he was now seething with anger and he couldn’t contain it anymore. How could he do that to her? This woman has everything going for her and he cheats on her. Joe couldn’t believe it. His eyebrows were a little furrowed and his nose flared out a little. And finally, he said “Maybe it was for the best.” 

Willow cocked her head up at him in pure confusion “What?” 

Joe let out a shallow sigh and shrugged “maybe him cheating on you was for the best. I mean, he’s obviously a little bitch. He tried to hold you back from going to school just because he was insecure and didn’t want to see you doing better than him. And so when you did, he couldn’t take it. So he went and slept with someone just as insecure. That’s how I see it,” he paused, now realizing that his hand was holding hers, and that they were way closer to one another. Her scent was intoxicating him. She smelled like vanilla, jasmine, and something sweet that he had to have a taste of. “ And honestly, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. A real man would never disrespect you like that, baby.” That last word oozing off his tongue like honey. 

“Oh.” is all Willow could manage to say. She was in awe of Joe's response. She never expected anyone, let alone him to say anything like that. She wiped away the small tear that tried traveling down her now blushing cheek and looked at him, this time her eyes were filled with a kind of curiosity. “So how would a real man treat me?” She asked. 

They were even closer to each other now, there was little space between them yet so much at the same time. That subtle tension between them is now so thick that it could be chewed. 

Joe stared at Willow for a few seconds, taking in her sunkissed features one last time before he placed his free hand onto her warm, plump cheeks. Then, without any warning, without saying a word, his lips crashed into hers. His lips easily dominated  hers and she didn’t dare to try and fight it. She let him kiss her ever so hungrily in that kitchen. Willow’s body is on fire at this moment, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She lets out a small gasp as she feels Joe lift her up and onto the counter with ease. His lips never parting from hers, he moves one of his hands to the nape of her neck in order to keep her in place—not that she was going anywhere. 

Eventually, His lips slowly start to move away from hers and travel to the side and bottom of her cheek, to the sensitive part of her neck that causes her to let out a pathetic whimper of pleasure, and the way his free hand snuck his way onto those big breast of hers didn’t quiet her down at all. She was already a mess and he hadn’t even really done anything yet. 

“I know, pretty girl, I know.. Mmh” Joe mumbled as he continued to leave sloppy kisses on her lips and neck, her moans making his dick tighten in his jeans. He’s trying to go slow with her, but the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she sounds is driving him to insanity. 

Willow can’t think at all. Her body is so sensitive from his touch, and her core is begging for him to touch it, causing her to push her body to his in efforts to feel more friction. Joe notices her attempt and gives her a smug smirk as he kisses her one more time and picks her up as if she’s nothing. “ I know what you want, and imma give it to you baby. Where’s your room, Hm?” His voice sounds as if he’s purring at her. 

Willow, a dazed mess, lazily points towards the hallway, Joe doesn’t waste any time getting to her room. It really helped that she had her name on the door. 

They gave each other sloppy kisses as Joe placed Willow onto the bed, being careful not to throw her. He's on top of her now, placing his knee in between her thighs. The feeling of his knee slightly grazing Willow's pussy almost makes her lose the ability to breathe correctly. She was becoming so desperate for him that she took anything he gave her. 

He noticed just how desperate she was becoming for him and he didn’t waste anymore time. His hand started traveling down her warm, soft body until he got to her shorts. She watched him as he practically ripped them off of her, and he kept his eyes on her as he teased her clit through her soaking panties

“This what you want, huh? You want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?” He purred as he leaned into her, planting small pecks on her ear while still circling her pussy through her panties. 

Willow nodded frantically “Y-Yes, please make me feel good” Her voice was breathy and desperate and her body was pathetically grinding against his fingers.

Joe didn’t waste another second. He actually ripped her panties off, causing Willow to gasp right before letting out one of the most pornographic moans as Joe slid his middle and ring fingers inside of her, his thumb making steady circles around her clit.

“Ohhh my god!” she exclaimed before Joe gave her another kiss in efforts to keep her quiet . “shhh baby I know, I know” he rasped as he continued to finger her pretty pussy. “He never made you feel this good, did he?” He asked even though he knew the answer. 

Willow shook her head as she let those sweet moans leave her mouth. “No, he d-didn’t” she could barely even get her words out. “Oh my god please…” She moaned into his ear. 

“Please what, sweetheart? Use your words for me.” He started to pick up his pace, making it harder for her to form coherent sentences. “Tell daddy what you want him to do.” He started to apply more pressure to her clit as well. 

“I- oohhhh! I want you to love m-me” She whined and started to twitch from all the pleasure. 

Joe gave her one last kiss before slowly pulling his hands out of her pussy, dropping to his knees, and instantly latching his mouth onto it. 

He let out something between a growl and a moan from how good she tasted to him. Willow’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head as she felt him devouring her like a starved animal. She tried backing away from his skillful tongue but he locked his arms around her thick thighs, forcing her to stay still and take what she asked for. One of her hands instantly grasped onto her sheets to anchor herself, the other covered her mouth so that her moans wouldn’t be so loud, not that it helped in any way. She didn’t care who heard her at this point, she only cared about the man who was in between her legs, making her feel better than she’d ever felt in a while, making her feel how she deserved to feel. 

After a few more seconds, Willow felt herself getting close. Her breathing became more sporadic and her body was basically vibrating. “Daddy, I’m gonna c-come” She stuttered. Joe hummed in approval, not coming up for air, and not even a second later Willow’s thighs squeezed either side of Joe’s head and she made a complete mess of herself. Her pleasure was all over his face and her sheets. 

“There you go baby, you did so good for me.” He praised her as he rose to his feet and kissed her with his lips and beard drenched with her juices. 

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A/N: Hello queens! I hope you all enjoyed my first ever fic! It did take a while to finish just because I was lazy from work and life. Let me know what yall liked or didn't care for or like what yall would like to see more of. I'm here for yall, just please don't be negative in any way because I'm really not for it.

A little bit about me if yall care, I've been reading fics for a LOOOONNGGGGG time, like way before I was supposed to lol. I've always wanted to write my own stories but never really had the guts to because I didn't think I would be good at it. But this year I decided to come out of my shell. I also want to give flowers to @trippinsorrows @sayyestoheav3nn and @thediaryofego / @youluvego . They all have impacted me to actually write, they always write amazing fics and stories and it honestly just inspired me to make my own as well! So thank all of yall, truly.

Thats about it from me. Again, thank you so much for reading. I truly appreciate it and love you ever so deeply love bug.