a/n: i remember one of my old plugs was answering questions on his story and somebody asked like "what would you do if a girl tried to pay with puh." and i was wtf who's giving out pussy for WEED girl where's the self respect? but tdy the thought popped in my head yo what if the plug was...roman🤔😛
Sage is sitting on her bed scrolling aimlessly through TikTok while you pace around the room clutching your dead cart like it's a wounded animal. "I'm actually so upset," you mumble.
"No, Sage, listen to me." You hold up the cart dramatically, "It blinked three times."
You glare at her before collapsing backward onto the bed with a groan, "Why would Mari do this to me."
"She didn't choose to get arrested for your convenience."
You stare at the ceiling for a second, "Do you know anybody else?" Sage hesitates just a little too long and your head immediately lifts from the mattress, "You know someone." Sage sighs already regretting this, "Maybe."
"He barely answers and he's mean."
You sit up slowly, "Is he cute?"
Sage groans loudly, "I hate you."
She tosses her phone beside her, "His name's Roman."
You repeat it quietly to yourself like you're testing it out, "Roman," you hum. You crawl across the bed toward her, "Show me what he looks like."
"Because then you're gonna do too much." She sighs and unlocks her phone anyway and opens his contact. Sage holds the phone out of reach when you try grabbing it, "I'm serious," she says, "Don't flirt with him."
Sage rubs her forehead like she's developing a migraine, "Look. I'm giving you the number, but after that you're on your own."
Your eyes widen, "Wait really?"
"Yes and good luck because he really is mean."
"No, like actually mean."
Sage narrows her eyes suspiciously before finally giving you the number. You type it in immediately, "roman <3' Sage sees it and snatches the phone from your hand, "Absolutely not," She changes it back to just Roman.
'You're ruining my creative freedom!"
"You don't even know him."
You frown at your phone, "Sage," you complain from the bed, "what the hell is a scoop." Sage responds from across the room, "He means pickup only." You furrow your brows, "What the hell ugh I don't want go and drive right now."
You practically throw your phone onto the bed after sending the address, "I'M GETTING A CARTTTT." You flop dramatically onto the mattress kicking your feet in the air like a little kid while Sage laughs quietly to herself, "There's not way you're this excited."
"I've been suffering for DAYS."
"Longest day of my life."
You stay weirdly excited for the next twenty minutes, occasionally checking the messages again like something magically changed, "He's definitely mean though," you mumble.
"But like…" You bite back a smile, "Funny mean."
You open your mouth to argue but another ten minutes pass with no text and suddenly your mood starts deflating, "Why is he taking so long..." You check the chat again still nothing. It's thirty minutes now and your leg starts bouncing impatiently against the mattress, "He probably forgot."
"Because Roman likes money."
You sigh loudly and collapse face-first into the bed, "This is actually sick." Sage laughs, "You'll survive."
"No because why would he say he's coming and then disappear."
"Girl he'a a plug, not an Uber Eats driver."
You roll onto your back dramatically, "Well maybe he should consider communication.”
An hour passes and now you're fully irritated. Your makeup is washed off, your hair's thrown into a messy clip, and you're laying under the blanket staring at the ceiling while Sage scrolls on her phone beside you.
"That's literally insane. I think he hates me."
"I don't think Roman cares enough to hate people."
You grab your phone again and reread the conversation for like the fifteenth time, "Maybe I sounded annoying." Another thirty minutes pass now it'a been an hour and a half. You let out the deepest sigh known to mankind, "Why would he ask for my address just to vanish."
"He's probably driving around."
Sage shrugs, "That's is normal for him."
Eventually you give up and lay across Sage's bed now, cheek smushed into a pillow while both of you scroll TikTok in silence. At this point you've accepted defeat, "He's not coming," you mumble. Sage snorts, "Probably." You groan dramatically, "I hate men."
"Five minutes ago you were giggling over his texts."
"That was before he abandoned me."
Right as Sage opens her mouth to respond your phone buzzes and you sit up immediately, "Oh my god!" Sage looks over, "What?" You stare at the notification with wide eyes.
"You quickly type back while climbing off the bed.
You rush toward the mirror to apply a quick coat of mascara you're then interrupted by another buzz.
roman: hurry up or im leaving
When you step outside the apartment building the cold night air hits you and your nipples turn hard, "Shit," you mumble to yourself you should've grabbed a hoodie but it's too late now.
Your flip-flops smack against the pavement while you squint around the parking lot searching for the car then your phone buzzes.
You spot it parked near the curb with the headlights still on low the windows are tinted dark enough that it makes you hesitate for a second. For some reason your stomach suddenly flips with nerves which is ridiculous you're literally just buying a cart.
Still, you walk over quickly and tug open the passenger door. Warm air spills out and the inside of the car smells like weed and mint gum. Roman barely glances at you when you climb in. He looks exactly how Sage described him certainly mean-looking.
The door shuts behind you with a heavy thunk and Roman finally looks over his eyes flick downward towards your hardened nipples against your tank top then back up to your face, "You took long." You immediately defend yourself, "I was upstairs sorry."
You finally look at him properly now that you're inside. He's prettier than you expected, "Are you always this quiet?" you ask. Roman reaches into the center console without looking at you, :You always ask dumb questions?" He pulls out the cart and places it in your hand, "Here."
You turn the box around in your hands, "Wait this isn't pineapple express?"
"Then don't take it then." Roman looks over again, "You got the cash or what."
You nod quickly, "Yeah, hold on." You reach into the pocket of your Juicy pants, digging around for the folded bills. Roman waits silently, one hand still on the wheel, music low in the background. You finally pull the cash out and hand it over, "Here ya go."
He counts it fast then nods once. You push the passenger door open, cold air rushing back in. "Bye," you mumble automatically, already climbing out with the cart clutched in your hand. Roman gives a lazy nod, "Mhm."
Your flip-flops smack against the pavement while you walk back toward the apartment building and for some reason you can feel him watching you. You shake it off though you're probably overthinking things. Right before reaching the entrance, you turn slightly to pull the heavy glass door open and through the dim reflection of the building windows, you catch him looking.
Not at your face but lower directly where the "juicy" logo is printed on your ass. Maybe you imagined it or maybe he was just staring blankly. But the second you look properly, Roman's eyes flick back up toward the windshield like nothing happened.
Heat crawls all the way up your neck and you hurry inside. When the apartment door opens Sage looks up from the couch, "Well?" You shut the door behind you, still clutching the cart, "I think the plug was looking at my ass."
Its a Friday night so of course you and Sage decide to go to a party tonight. Music blasts from Sage's phone while the two of you get ready shoulder-to-shoulder in the mirror. Sage is putting on her lipliner with one hand while holding a plastic cup in the other. Meanwhile you're sitting on the counter in an oversized t-shirt and underwear, legs swinging while you do your eyeliner with a little mirror in hand.
"This lighting sucks," you complain.
"The lighting is fine. You just can't do eyeliner."
"You've restarted three times."
You gasp softly, "Art takes patience."
Sage snorts and takes another sip of whatever suspicious mix she made in the kitchen. Every five minutes your cart lights up again an Sage looks over mid lip line, "Girl."
"You keep hitting that thing like it's oxygen."
"You're gonna walk into that party unconscious."
You grin and exhale smoke, "I'm vibing."
You slide off the counter and walk back into the bedroom to start digging through Sage's closet, "What are you wearing again?"
Sage walks in behind you, "The black skirt."
You hold up your own outfit triumphantly. A black tube top with tiny little shorts and a zip-up hoodie that you'll probably never even put on.
Sage eyes the outfit, "Yesss that's nice!"
While you start doing your lip gloss in the mirror now your cart lights up AGAIN. "Oh my GOD," Sage says, "Put the damn thing down."
You sigh dramatically, "Social interaction."
"You literally love attention?"
Sage shakes her head and starts fixing her hair while you sit cross-legged on the bed scrolling through selfies trying to decide which one to post later.
You and Sage get to the party and the entire house smells like perfume, alcohol, and weed. Sage is already grabbing your wrist before you wander off, "Stay with me first."
"You say that every time before disappearing."
The two of you squeeze through the packed hallway while your cute sandals slap lightly against the hardwood floor. The pregame is hitting perfectly now your face is warm, your limbs feel loose and you're giggly for no reason. You make it into the kitchen and someone shoves a drink into your hand.
"Okay..." You take a sip anyway. (never do this btw pls 🙅♀️)
Sage watches in disbelief, "You're insanely trusting."
"That was not the concern."
You're already distracted again because one of your friends appears out of nowhere screaming your name, "Oh my GOD HI." Now suddenly you're hugging people, complimenting outfits, and yelling over music
Very quickly you become one of those girls floating through the party like you live there. At one point Sage loses you for almost fifteen minutes only to find you sitting on the bathroom counter with two random girls hitting your cart discussing whether love is real or not.
"There you are," Sage says.
You look up immediately, "Wait listen-"
"I think soulmates are actually terrifying."
Sage grabs your arm before you can continue your high philosophy discussion, "Come on quit hitting blinkers and dance with me."
The two of you end up in the middle of the living room jumping around to some throwback song while your hair sticks slightly to your cheeks from the heat. Your drink is gone but you don't remember finishing it, "Where did my drink go?"
Sage looks over at you, "You lost it again?"
"You literally had it two minutes ago."
You stare around the living room like the cup might magically reappear, "This is actually devastating."
Sage snorts, "Go get another one."
You point at her, "That's why you're my best friend."
"Just don't take mystery drinks from anybody."
You slip back toward the kitchen, squeezing through groups of people talking too loud over the music. The kitchen counters are crowded with half-empty bottles and cups abandoned everywhere. You lean over the counter searching carefully. Vodka, tequila, something bright blue that looks dangerous then you spot it pink whitney, "Oh my god!!"
Your face lights up instantly, "YAY!" You grab the bottle with both hands like you just found buried treasure and right as you start pouring some into a cup, a voice behind you says flatly, "Of course you drink that." You freeze and slowly turn around already knowing exactly who it is.
Roman's standing a few feet behind you with one hand around a red cup, black hoodie sleeves pushed slightly up his arms looking annoyingly good. His eyes flick briefly from the bottle in your hand back up to your face and you narrow your eyes instantly, "What's that supposed to mean."
Roman shrugs once, "Nothin."
You clutch the pink whitney protectively to your chest, "This is good actually." You narrow your eyes at him for maybe two seconds longer before giving up, "Well whatever." You keep pouring your drink, "What're you doing here?"
"Because there's a party?"
You stare at him, "Obviously." He shrugs once and you take a sip from your cup, still looking at him. Up close he somehow looks even prettier than he did in the car which is honestly very irritating, "You know the people throwing this?
"Are you like," you gesture vaguely, "friends with everybody or something?"
"Then how do you know everybody?"
You watch him for a second before blurting out, "You look very mysterious tonight." That gets the tiniest reaction out of him the corner of his mouth almost twitches, "You say anything that comes into your head?"
Your brain completely short-circuits for half a second and you recover quickly though, taking another sip of your drink, "Well maybe you're secretly fun."
You eventually drift away from Roman after he gives one-word answers to approximately everything you say. Which should annoy you more than it does instead you just walk away smiling a little into your cup like an idiot. You squeeze back through the crowded living room searching for Sage while sipping your drink, already feeling warm and floaty in the best way.
Then you spot her in the corner of the backyard sitting in one of those cheap plastic chairs surrounded by a little circle of people. Sage looks up just in time to see you approaching with your cup, "What is in that?"
You glance down into the cup, "Enough."
Somebody beside Sage passes the joint toward her, but before she can grab it you're already reaching and Sage stares at you in disbelief, "You do not need that."
"You've been hitting your cart all night."
"I'm balancing energies."
"That sentence doesn't even mean anything."
Still, somebody hands you the joint anyway because nobody at parties ever says no to the pretty giggly girl. You sink down onto the arm of Sage’s chair and take a long hit while she watches like a disappointed mother, "No because seriously," she says, "you're mixing wat too much." You exhale slowly, grinning, "I'm literally okay."
After a while you wander back inside alone because one of your favorite songs comes on and suddenly you need to dance. The living room is even more packed now. Bodies moving shoulder-to-shoulder, people yelling lyrics, and heat sticking to your skin.
You're still clutching your cup while swaying with random girls you don't even know, laughing whenever somebody grabs your hands ut after a few minutes something starts feeling…off. It's way tooo warm. You blink a few times slowly and your chest feels weird maybe you just need water.
You push awkwardly through the crowd, suddenly hyperaware of how loud everything is. The music feels like it’s vibrating directly in your skull now and your stomach twists unpleasantly, "Oh no." You look around quickly for Sage normally she's easy to spot but now there's too many people and everybody's faces blur together a little.
You pull your phone out clumsily but you don't have any new messages. Your screen brightness feels like a flashbang and you squint hard trying to text.
But there's no response. You swallow hard okay you're fine you just need air. Your legs feel weirdly shaky and you bump into somebody accidentally, "Sorry," you mumble immediately.
They barely hear you over the music. You keep trying to look for Sage while your heart starts beating faster for no reason. The dizziness gets worse and your face feels hot. For the first time all night, panic starts creeping in. You need to get out this damm house now.
You make it near the front door, cold air finally hits your face but it doesn't help enough everything still feels wrong. Your heart pounds uncomfortably while you stumble down the porch steps, one hand gripping the railing harder than necessary. "Okay," you whisper shakily to yourself, "Okay okay okay."
You just need to sit down that's it. You walk around the side of the house where it's darker and quieter, away from the music and people and flashing lights spilling through the windows.
The grass feels uneven beneath your sandals and your breathing starts getting shallow, "Oh my god." You suddenly feel like if you stay standing another second you’re gonna fall. So you practically drop to your knees beside the side fence, catching yourself against the cold ground awkwardly. Your hair falls into your face while you brace both hands against the dirt trying to breathe slowly.
Your entire body feels heavy and light at the same time like your brain can't fully catch up. The cool night air brushes against your flushed skin but even that feels overwhelming now. You squeeze your eyes shut hard, "Fuck," you whisper. You know this feeling too high way too high.
You're trying so hard to focus on your breathing that at first you don't even notice the footsteps. Just the sound of gravel shifting nearby then a voice says calmly, "You're greening out, aren't you." You crack your eyes open slowly and it's Roman standing a few feet away with his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie, looking down at you with the most unreadable expression ever.
This makes your situation even more embarrassing. You shake your head a little too fast, "No." Roman looks at you for a long second, "You're on the ground."
You squint up at him from the grass, "What."
You think about it carefully, "Maybe."
"My cart, pink whitney, a-and a joint."
Roman nods once slowly, "Yeah you're fucked."
You groan softly and let your forehead fall against your arm, "This is sooo humiliating."
"That's easy for YOU to say."
Roman crouches down slightly in front of you now, "You gonna throw up?"
You blink slowly, "Hopefully not."
You slump harder against the ground, forehead pressed against your arm while the cold night air hits your burning face everything feels awful your stomach, head, and chest. Roman's standing nearby watching you carefully, even if he looks irritated doing it, "You overstimulated yourself."
You groan weakly into the grass, "I knowww."
"What'd you think was gonna happen."
"I don't know," you whine miserably, "I thought I was immune."
Roman actually scoffs a little at that then suddenly your stomach lurches violently. You clamp a hand over your mouth fast, "I'm gonna throw up."
You gag hard once and instinctively curl more onto your back instead of forward because your brain is barely functioning right now. Roman furrows his brows, "Jesus christ-" He crouches fast beside you and grabs your shoulder roughly, turning you onto your side, "Turn over," he snaps, "You're gonna choke on your fucking vomit."
"I FEEL HORRIBLE-" and then you throw up into the grass beside you. The sound alone makes you wanna cry your eyes water immediately while you cough weakly afterward, completely limp against the ground now, "Oh my god," you mumble shakily, "Oh my god I'm literally dying."
Roman keeps one hand braced against your shoulder so you don’t roll backward again, cYou done?" You nod sadly, "Maybe..."
"I don't know," you whine again, "Everything's spinning." Roman exhales sharply through his nose before reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a water bottle, "Here."
Your hands shake a little while you take the water bottle from him. You rinse your mouth awkwardly, still breathing unevenly through your nose while Roman crouches nearby looking deeply regretting every life decision that led him here, "You good now?" he asks.
You nod weakly, "I think so." Your voice sounds tiny and miserable. Roman reaches for the bottle when you hold it back toward him and your stomach suddenly flips again. You turn fast and throw up again into the grass beside you. Roman recoils immediately, "Oh my god."
"Jesus christ," he mutters, making the most disgusted face imaginable while looking away. That's what finally makes tears spill down your cheeks. Because now not only are you greening out but you'ee doing it in front of Roman. You wipe under your eyes miserably, "This is sooo bad." Roman looks back at you and pauses, "Why are you crying now?"
"Because this is humiliating!" you whine, "Oh my god I'm literally throwing up in front of you."
"I know," Your voice cracks pathetically, "But now it keeps happening."
"I didn't know I was gonna get this high," you cry.
Roman just stares at you eyes glossy with tears, mascara slightly smudged, and curled up miserably in the grass. You sniff hard, "Please don't tell people about this."
"I'm thinking about posting it actually."
Your head snaps up in immediate horror, "NO!"
He cracks a smile before rolling his eyes playfully obviously he's just joking with you though its not the time for jokes. Roman twists the cap back onto the water bottle before glancing at you again, "How you getting home?"
The question makes your face crumple instantly and you press your hands over your face, "I can't find Sage." Roman sighs quietly, "You came with her?" You nod sadly, "And she was supposed to pay for the Uber back," you say, voice wobbling again, "I paid for it here." Roman stares at you, "You don't got money?"
"Nooo my card keeps declining I spent too much money at Sephora yesterday." There's a long silence and Roman slowly looks away toward the house like he's asking god for strength. "I'm serious," you continue miserably, "and my phone's on like two percent."
"You don't know where your friend is."
You shake your head harder, tears starting again, "Nooo."
"And your phone's dying."
"And you're too high to get home."
You let out another pathetic sob, "This is bad," you whisper shakily. "Yeah," he says flatly, "no shit."
Roman stares down at you for a long moment, "Get up." You blink slowly, "What?"
"No," you whine softly, voice shaky, "I actually can't my legs feel weird." Roman exhales through his nose, "You're too high, not paralyzed." You try to push yourself up anyway, wobbling for approximately two seconds before sinking back down miserably. Roman watches you slump against the ground again before muttering, "Jesus christ."
He bends down and you barely process it before he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder effortlessly. You let out a small surprised noise but honestly you're too tired and dizzy to even fight it. So instead you just sniff sadly and accept your fate, "This is sooo humiliating," you mumble against the back of his hoodie. Your arms hang limply against his back while the cold night air hits your flushed face.
Roman helps guide you into the passenger seat before shutting the door behind you. You sink into the seat, and you let out the most exhausted sigh imaginable everything still feels spinny and gross. You curl slightly toward the cold window while Roman walks around the hood of the car. Second later the driver's side door opens and he slides in, glancing toward you, "I swear to god," he says flatly, "you better not throw up in my car."
You look at him in genuine distress, "I can't control that."
"That's not how vomiting works!"
Roman mutters something under his breath before leaning over toward the backseat searching around one-handed. He grabs an old crumpled takeout bag and shoves it into your lap, "Here." You hold it carefully with both hands now like it’s a sacred artifact, "This is actually the lowest point of my life."
The drive back is quiet except for the low music playing through Roman's speakers and the occasional sniffle from you in the passenger seat. You're curled toward the window with the takeout bag clutched in your lap, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Roman drives with one hand on the wheel, every couple minutes he glances over briefly, "You still gonna throw up?"
Roman mutters a quiet "mhm" and rolls the window down slightly when you groan and press your forehead harder against the cold glass. You stay quiet for a while before mumbling. "I'm never drinking again."
Eventually he pulls into your apartment complex. The headlights sweep across the building before he parks near the curb and throws the car into park. Roman looks over, "You good to walk?" You nod confidently, "Probably." Romanmakes a face, "Probably?" He stares at you for a second before getting out of the car anyway.
"To make sure you don't fall on your ass."
You climb out carefully, still holding the stupid takeout bag, and instantly wobble a little when your flip-flop catches weirdly against the curb. Roman grabs your arm before you can stumble, "Told you." You look up at him sleepily, "You smell good."
Roman realizes this is not gonna be a simple "walk inside" situation. You wobble trying to step onto the curb and he catches your arm fast. Roman looks up toward your apartment building entrance, then back at you, "You on the second floor?"
You nod weakly. He exhales sharply through his nose like this is becoming more and more of a nightmare by the second, "C'mon." He grabs your wrist gently and starts practically dragging well, guiding you toward the building entrance.
You shuffle beside him in your sandals, still clutching the stupid takeout bag, "This is sooo embarrassing," you mumble for the fiftieth time tonight, "You're never gonna let this go."
"Probably not." The stairs are absolutely awful halfway up you stop dramatically, "I need a break." Roman turns around, "It's six steps."
"I'm fighting for my life."
"You're re dramatic as hell."
Still, he waits until you start moving again. You finally make it to your apartment door but your legs feel like jelly. Roman holds a hand out, "Keys." You hand them over obediently while leaning against the wall. He fumbles through the giant mess of charms and little trinkets attached to your keychain, "Why you got so much shit on this?"
"It's cuteee." Roman mutters something under his breath before finally jamming the right key into the lock and rhe door clicks open. You stumble inside first but Roman hesitates near the doorway for half a second. You almost trip over absolutely nothing walking toward the couch. He catches your arm again and steers you toward the cushions before basically sitting you onto the couch.
You sink into the cushions with the deepest sigh ever. Roman stands nearby now, hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie again, "You good now?" You nod softly, "Mhm." Now that everything's quier you can actually look at him properly.
His brows, his eyes, and the sharpness of his jaw under the low apartment light. He's so pretty like genuinely unfairly pretty. Your intoxicated brain latches onto this fact and Roman notices you staring after a second, "What?" You don't answer instead, without fully thinking it through, you lean forward slightly.
Unfortunately you are way too high to coordinate correctly so instead of kissing him your lips miss completely and bump awkwardly against his cheek. Slowly you pull back and your eyes lift to his, wide and glassy under smeared mascara while your lips stay parted slightly in shock. You stare at him helplessly from the couch, "I missed."
Roman blinks once, "Yeah you did." You swallow slowly, "You're really pretty." The words slip out before you can stop them. Roman's expression shifts like he doesn't know whether to be amused or annoyed, "You'e high." You sink deeper into the couch cushions, suddenly exhausted again, "I'm sorry," you mumble softly after a second, "I didn't mean to make it weird."
Roman looks back at you and for the first time tonight, he actually seems unsure of what to say. He knows you're intoxicated so he definitely doesn't kiss you back. Instead he just stares down at you for a long quiet second before saying, "You need sleep."
Your face crumples in embarrassment again, "No because now I really can't ever buy from you again." That gets a small scoff out of him, "I doubt that but okay."
Roman grabs your discarded keys from the small table beside the door and tosses them lightly onto the couch near your leg. The jingle makes you look up at him again and unfortunately he's still very beautiful.
You watch while he heads toward the front door, for some reason your chest tightens a little. Despite vomiting twice, crying in front of him, and accidentally kissing him." He still stayed at least until you got home safe. Roman opens the apartment door halfway before glancing back one last time, "You sure you gonna be okay?" You nod slowly against the couch cushion, "Yeah…thank you." Roman gives a short nod then he leaves.
"You need to stop being dramatic."
"I literally can't text him ever again."
Sage looks up from her phone with the most unimpressed expression imaginable, "You threw up so what."
Sage bursts out laughing, "Okay yeah that part was bad." You groan loudly and bury your face deeper into the bed. A few months have passed since the party incident and you're still humiliated and embarrassed about it. You've been procrastinating texting him for like three hours. "I genuinely think about it before bed sometimes," you mumble into the couch.
Sage is trying so hard not to laugh, "Girl he probably does not care."
"He carried you upstairs though."
Sage starts cackling and you throw a pillow at her immediately, "It's not funny!"
You groan and finally sit up holding your phone, "I just want a preroll."
"What if he secretly thinks I'm insane."
Sage gives you the flattest look ever, "You ARE insane."
You stare down at the chat with Roman the last message was from when you got your cart, "He's gonna think I’m annoying."
"No he won't he does this for a living.: You sigh heavily and start typing anyway then erase it. You stare at it for a second then throw your phone onto the bed, "I can't send it." Sage snatches the phone instantly and before you can react she sends it.
You try snatching your phone back from Sage, "Oh my god why would you send it."
"Because you've been staring at the chat for an hour."
This time it takes longer than usual for him too answer. Ten minutes, fifteen and then finally a message.
Your eyes narrow, "Okay rude."
Sage snorts beside you, "He sounds busy."
You type trying to choose your words carefully.
you: damn hello to you too 😒
You stare at the screen, "He's in a mood."
roman: u texted me for 1 preroll?
you: HELLO??? is that a crime
Sage leans over your shoulder, "Oh he's definitely irritated."
you: why are you acting like this...
roman: been driving all day
roman: u still need it or what
roman: same spot as last time
After a while when Roman is outside you finally hurry outside, you’re literally in tiny pajama shorts, a tank top, and fuzzy little slippers with bows on them. You pull open the passenger door quickly and climb in slightly out of breath.
Roman reaches into the center console and hands over the preroll container, "There." You grin down at the container for a second before reaching automatically toward your pocket for your money then pause and your face drops, "Oh no..."
You check the other pocket frantically but nothing you had forgot your fucking wallet. Roman already knows, "You forgot your money." You look at him in genuine distress., "I forgot my wallet." You immediately start rambling, "Okay wait but I have the money obviously I just left in a rush I can go get it-" Roman watches you for a second before cutting you off, "You're serious?"
"Yes!" you say horrified, "I'm not trying to scam you for one preroll." Roman stares at you another second then scoffs softly through his nose and looks back out the windshield. You're already digging through your purse again frantically, "Wait wait wait," you say quickly, "I have cash app-"
Roman gives you a look a hard one, "No."
Roman stares at you like you just asked why the sky's blue, "Because I'm not fucking stupid."
"You think I'm putting this shit on cash app."
You sink slightly into the seat, "Okay sorry." Roman drags a hand down his face, visibly irritated now, "I'm already in a fucking rush," he mutters, glancing toward the apartment building, "and now you gotta go back upstairs to the second floor."
You wince, "I'm sorryyy."
"No seriously, I forgot because you texted and I rushed and-"
Roman exhales sharply through his nose again while tapping his fingers once against the steering wheel. You frown harder, guilt eating at you now vecause he already sounded stressed earlier and now you're making things worse.
"I'm sorry," you say softer this time, "I've just been kinda all over the place lately." Roman doesn't answer so you keep rambling nervously, "I'll do anything to pay you back, promise."
The second the words leave your mouth Roman turns his head slowly toward you and the look he gives you makes heat crawl up your neck. Not playful or joking it was this long unreadable stare that suddenly makes you hyperaware of your tiny tank top, your bare legs, and the little pajama shorts riding up slightly against the seat.
"Anything?" Roman repeats slowly, his eyes drop to your lips briefly before traveling back up to meet yours. You swallow hard, realizing too late what you just offered him in exchange for a preroll, "Like... anything?" You subconsciously bit your bottom lip and nod your head. Normally this would've grossed you out like there's no way you'd do anything like this for a damm preroll. But again this was Roman and at this point it wasn't about the preroll anymore because all you notice was how fine he looked.
His dark eyes drag slowly down your exposed legs, taking in the tiny pajama shorts that have ridden up high on your thighs, then back up to the skimpy tank top, "Get in the back," he says quietly, nodding his head toward the rear seats. You don't even hesitate and you make your way into the backseat and Roman follows you next.
He's hovering over you, one arm braced against the seat above your head as the other hooks under your thigh, pulling your shorts up further. You feel the heat of his body radiating onto yours, "You sure you wanna do this for some weed?" he murmurs against your ear, his breath warm. You forgot that technically you're doing this for a preroll because you had forgotten your wallet. But to you you just genuinely wanted to fuck Roman.
Roman's hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to where your shorts barely cover anything anymore. He tilts your chin up with his other hand, forcing you to look at him, "Your eyes are doing all the talking," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're not thinking about the preroll at all, are you?" You smile softly and you lean in to kiss him.
Roman captures your lips in a rough kiss, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other squeezes your thigh. He deepens the kiss immediately, tongue sliding against yours hungrily. When you whimper softly into his mouth, he breaks the kiss to pull off his hoodie. You watch as Roman tosses his hoodie aside, leaving him in just a plain white tee.He leans back in, one hand sliding under your tank top to palm your breast over your bra and his other hand snakes down to grip your ass.
Your breath hitches as his thumb finds your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, rubbing slow circles that make your hips buck involuntarily against his thigh. He chuckles gently, feeling you grind yourself shamelessly. "Eager thing, aren't you?" Roman says, his voice dripping with amusement as he slides the strap of your tank top down your shoulder. He doesn't bother unhooking your bra, instead tugging the cup down to expose your breast, ducking his head to take your nipple into his mouth. You gasp and your fingers fly to his hair.
Roman's mouth is hot and wet, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he sucks hard. His hand squeezes your other breast roughly while his hips grind against yours, letting you feel how hard he is through his pants. "How do you want me?" you murmur softly before catching his lips into another kiss. Roman kisses you back deeply, stealing the air right from your lungs before pulling back just enough to murmur against your mouth. "Turn around," he orders quietly, his hand giving your hip a firm squeeze. "Ass up, face down." He shifts back slightly to give you room to move in the backseat, "Arch that back for me."
You comply, turning around and bending over the seat. Roman's hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him as he pushes your shorts down to your knees. He runs a hand over your ass before giving it a sharp smack that makes you jump forward slightly. "You got a cute ass," He mutters softl hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down your legs. He runs a finger along your slit, gathering your wetness before bringing it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a satisfied hum.
"Dressed like this coming to my car," he says, pressing himself against your ass, groaning lowly. "You're a little tease who wanted this as bad as I did, huh?" You feel the distinct thud of him unbuckling. "Spread wider," Roman orders, unzipping his pants and ge slaps your ass again before rubbing his head against your wet entrance teasingly, "This what you wanted, huh?" He pushes in just the tip, making you gasp.
"Yes god, yes." You push your ass back against him desperately, trying to force more of him inside you. Roman grabs your hips and pulls you back even harder against him. He only pushes in a little more, making you whimper in frustration. "So eager to get fucked aren't tou," He says, reaching around to pinch your clit hard between two fingers. You cry out and you tighten around the tip of his dick. "You gonna take this dick like a good girl? Like you came here wanting to?" He murmurs as he pushes in another inch.
"Roman, please," you whine, arching your back more and pressing your ass against him. "Stop teasing and fuck me already!" You try to push back onto him so he can take you deeper but he holds your hips still. Roman gives in and in one hard thrust he buries himself inside you. You both moan at the same time, the backseat suddenly feeling too small for how good he feels. "Fuck-" he grunts, his hands holding onto your hips as he starts pounding into you.
You can only scream and hold onto the seat tightly as he starts fucking you ruthlessly, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" You cry out with every thrust. "Goddamn, this pussy..." He groans, one hand moving to wrap around your throat gently as he continues fucking you. His other hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, making your eyes roll back. "You came here for this dick, didn't youm"
"Yes! Yes I fucking did!" You scream out as he continues to fuck you relentlessly, his hand around your throat makes it hard to breathe and it only adds to the overwhelming pleasure. "Look at you taking this dick like a champ," he praises, fucking you harder, "Such a good girl." He squeezes your throat slightly harder and you clench around him, making him groan loudly. Roman leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he keeps up his pace, "I knew the moment I saw you walking over here," he admits breathlessly. "Knew that tight little outfit meant you came here wanting more than just a preroll."
"You were right," you gasp out, your walls clenching around him involuntarily, "I wanted your dick oh! I wanted it so bad." Your voice comes out breathless and needy. "You got it now, baby," Roman says and he angles his hips to hit that deep, sensitive spot inside you that makes your toes curl. The car is rocking with his thrusts, the leather squeaking beneath your knees. "Gonna cum all over this dick?" he breathes, his fingers rubbing your clit faster.
"Yes! Yes, I'm gonna- oh fuck! Roman!" You scream as he keeps hitting that spot inside you, you start to convulse around him. Your orgasm rips through you strongly, your entire body tenses up as you cum. Roman groans as you clench around him. He pulls out ans he comes all over your ass , thick ropes of cum covering you.
After a moment of catching your breath, naked from the waist down and covered in his cum, you feel Roman's hand gently on your hip. "Stay still, baby," he murmurs, pulling out some wet wipes from his glove compartment to clean you up with. You turn around looking up at him with a tired but pleased expression, "I'll pay you back for that preroll."
Roman chuckles, helping you pull your shorts back up and adjusting his pants. He leans down and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. "Keep your money," he murmurs against your mouth, "You already paid me." He lingers at the kiss, his eyes softening for just a moment before that usual cocky smirk returns. "But you're my stress relief now, yeah?" He pulls back, "So when I want that little ass again, you come deal?" You laugh softly and nod, feeling satisfied and a little embarrassed but not regretting it at all. "Deal," you say as you both adjust your clothes and try to look less like you just fucked in his backseat.
The apartment door opens and shuts behind you softly you're trying soooo hard to act normal. ButSage looks up from the couch, she immediately narrows her eyes, "Why did that take so long?' You bite your lip which was a bad move because now Sage sits up straighter, "Oh my god." You start giggling before you even answer. "NO,' Sage says tilting her head and looking at you with a tired look on her face, "No no no no." You kick your slippers off near the door, still trying to suppress this stupid smile spreading across your face. Sage's eyes widen in horror, "What did you do?" You collapse onto the couch cushions beside her, laughing into your hands, "Nothingggg."
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" You peek up at her finally, cheeks hot and way too giddy about this entire situation, "I fucked Roman." Sage just stares at you actually speechless for once in her life then she slowly puts both hands over her face, "Girl…' You start laughing harder, "I KNOW."
"You did NOT just fuck that man in the backseat of his car." You flop against the couch cushions, grinning helplessly, "Maybe."
"Oh my god." Sage looks genuinely stressed now, 'You do not even KNOW him."
"I know," you say dreamily. "He's fine as fuck." Sage lets out the deepest sigh imaginable, "This is exactly why I can't leave you unattended." You smie to yourself replaying everything in your head meanwhile Sage is looking at you like she just witnessed a car crash.
After that you frequently start accompanying Roman eith his drops so getting into Roman's car feels weirdly normal. You come downstairs in tinyshorts and an oversized zip-up hoodie this time, phone and lip gloss clutched in one hand while you hurry toward the familiar black car parked outside. Roman barely glances over from the driver's seat, "You're late."
"It's been thirty seconds." You shut the door behind you and get comfortable, laying your legs on his lap then cheerfully you say, "So where are we going today?" Roman snorts quietly through his nose while pulling away from the curb, "Today?"
"You're asking like it's a field trip."
"Well kinda to me atleast."
Roman shakes his head slightly. "Few drops then we'll go do something." You nod happily like he just announced the most exciting plans imaginable, "Okay!"
You love riding around with him, watching him drive one-handed, and listening to him mumble annoyed responses every time you ask something dumb. You reach for his lighter sitting in the cupholder and Roman turns to you, "Stop stealing my shit."
Roman side-eyes you briefly before focusing back on the road, "You hungry?" Your eyes light up instantly, "Yes!"
You sit in the passenger seat with your legs pulled up slightly, happily eating your ice cream and fries. The little plastic spoon clicks against the cup every few seconds and Roman glances over briefly, "You sure about that ice cream?"
You shrug innocently, "I function more efficiently on ice cream." Roman gives you a long side-eye, "You just be saying shit I swear." You grin and take another bite anyway then you look over at him again, "I noticed most of your customers are guys."
Roman shrugs slightly, "Don't know."
"Do girls buy from you too?"
You perk up immediately, "Really?"
Roman glances at you again, already suspicious of your tone, "Yeah..."
"Do they flirt with you?"
That gets you another flat look, "I literally fucked you in the backseat of this car."
You start giggling into your ice cream, "I knowww." You smile to yourself before admitting, "I would've anyway." Roman's brows pull together slightly, "Anyway what?"
"You know," You wave your spoon vaguely between the two of you,."Even without the weed." Roman looks over at you for a second longer this time, "You're saying you wanted me?" You grin shamelessly, "Duh!"
Roman already sounds tired, "What?"
"I thought you were pretty the first time I got in your car." Roman turns his head slightly and glares at you and you tilt your head, "What?" Roman scoffs quietly and looks back at the road and you grin taking another bite of your ice cream, "Well you are pretty, Roman."
He gives you another dirty look and you just smile sweetly back at him completely unashamed, "What," you repeat. "You have nice eyes and your eyebrows are nice."
"Yes." You point your spoon at him, "They frame your face good." Roman grabs your wrist and pushes the spoon away before you get ice cream on his hoodie, "You high outta your mind already?"
"Nooo I'm being serious."
Roman shakes his head slightly, but you catch the way the corner of his mouth twitches before he looks away again. You lean back against the seat smugly, "See you liked that."
You keep staring at him with this smug little smile on your face while eating your ice cream and Roman's trying sooo hard to ignore you. You're practically glowing beside him and you lean slightly closer, "Gimmieee a kiss." Roman cuts his eyes toward you, "I'm driving."
"That doesn't have shit to do with driving."
You giggle softly, "Just one?"
You stare at him for a second longer before trying again, sweeter this time, "Pleaseee." Roman exhales sharply through his nose, "You're annoying as hell."
"You literally fucked me in this car but suddenly a kiss is too dangerous?"
That finally gets a reaction and Roman shoots you a glare, "You never stop talking do you?"
For another few seconds he tries ignoring you but eventually he mutters, "Come here." Your face lights up and you lean across the center console happily while Roman keeps one hand on the wheel and grabs your jaw briefly with the other. The kiss is quick but still enough to give you butterflies. Then Roman pulls away first and you grin so hard, "You like me soooo bad." Roman scoffs and pushes your forehead lightly away from him, "Eat your ice cream."
