pretty idiot
roman x ditzy reader
❕cw❕teasing, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, rough sex, pnv, creampie, aftercare,little bit of degradation, dumbification
a/n: i did write half of this while making my ex boyfriend buy me dinner so if it’s like word vomit it’s because i did in fact put all my thoughts into this instead of screaming kicking and crying at my ex! anyways i love u all thank u so much 4 the love
more fics soon 🌸
(another ps, i’m sorry this one’s short, istg im working like 7000 hours a week. i only write at night and on my lunch break)
the release party for paleta was already too loud by the time you arrived. not the fun kind of loud. the kind where the bass didn’t just come from the speakers, it lived inside the walls, shook through the floor, and settled somewhere deep in your chest until you couldn’t tell if you were feeling the music or the room itself. the kind where every conversation turned into half-finished sentences because nobody could hear the person standing directly in front of them.
the entire club felt like it was breathing. purple and red lights washed over the crowd, catching on jewelry, glasses, camera flashes, and phones held above people’s heads. the air was warm from too many bodies packed into one place, thick with expensive perfume, alcohol, smoke clinging to jackets from people stepping outside, and the sweet artificial scent someone had sprayed in the bathroom trying to cover everything else.
everyone was here. people roman had worked with. people who wanted to work with him. people who had only known him for five minutes but acted like they had known him forever because tonight belonged to him. his name was everywhere. glowing across the screens behind the dj booth, being repeated in conversations, showing up every time someone lifted their phone when one of his songs came on.
and roman?
roman was exactly where everyone expected him to be.
in the middle of it.
laughing with one group, taking pictures with another, letting people pull him into conversations, accepting compliments like he had been born knowing exactly how to handle attention. like being looked at was something he was used to. something that came naturally.
you weren’t surprised.
roman was good at that.
being watched.
being wanted.
being impossible to ignore.
you had known him long enough to understand that. not well enough to call yourself his best friend. you weren’t. you weren’t the person he called when something went wrong, and you weren’t the first person he texted when he had good news.
but you were someone he noticed.
and somehow, that felt more dangerous.
because roman noticed everything.
he noticed when you changed your hair even if you thought nobody would. he noticed when you nodded along to something you absolutely did not understand because you didn’t want to admit you were lost. he noticed when you were overwhelmed but tried too hard to pretend you weren’t.
which was slightly annoying considering you were usually the last person to notice those things about yourself.
roman had this habit of catching the little things you accidentally gave away. the expressions you didn’t realize you made. the way you got distracted halfway through a conversation. the moments where your mind wandered somewhere else before you even realized it.
and standing there in the middle of his release party, surrounded by people who wanted his attention, you had the strange feeling that if roman looked over and saw you, he would notice immediately.
the second you thought it, what if he looks over? the universe, being the petty little thing it was, made roman turn his head.
not slowly.
not casually.
he turned like something had pulled his attention away before he even realized it was happening.
and then his eyes found yours across the crowded room, cutting through the smoke, flashing lights, and the people moving between you like you weren’t even there. phones were held up everywhere, catching pieces of the night in blurry videos, the crowd shifting with every beat, but somehow he still found you immediately.
his expression didn’t change. not really.
roman was too good at keeping himself unreadable when he wanted to. but there was something different there, something small enough that nobody else would have noticed. the slight tilt of his chin. the way his eyes lingered a second longer than they should have. the faintest softening in his expression that only existed because he was looking at you.
but you noticed.
because you were watching him watch you.
for a heartbeat, maybe two, neither of you moved.
the entire room kept going around you. the music kept shaking the walls. people kept laughing, dancing, calling his name. but somehow it felt like everything had gone slightly quieter.
then roman did what roman always did.
he moved.
he didn’t say anything to the people around him. didn’t excuse himself or wait for the conversation to naturally end. he just stepped away from the group he had been talking to, leaving behind some industry guy with a champagne glass in his hand and a story roman was no longer listening to.
and he walked straight toward you.
through the crowded floor.
through the flashing lights and bodies moving between you.
until he was standing close enough that you could actually feel his presence over the music, the red exit sign behind you flickering every few seconds and painting the side of his face in a faint glow.
roman didn’t smile right away.
he just looked at you. really looked at you. like he was trying to figure out something you hadn’t said out loud yet. the exit sign behind you kept flickering, casting red streaks across his cheekbones, his lips, the sharp line of his jaw. every flash of light changed the way he looked, making him feel closer and further away at the same time.
for once, he wasn’t looking around the room.
he wasn’t checking who was watching.
he wasn’t giving anyone the version of himself they came here to see.
he was just looking at you.
and then it hit him.
“hi” you said barely above a whisper
the quietness in your voice. the way you said “hi” like you weren’t sure if you were supposed to interrupt him. like you had forgotten, somehow, that he had walked across the entire room because he wanted to talk to you.
suddenly roman smiled, not a big one.
not the kind he gave cameras or strangers or people congratulating him on the release. not the confident grin he wore when everyone was looking at him.
this one was softer.
smaller.
private.
just for you.
the kind of smile that appeared when something genuinely caught him off guard in a good way.
“hey,” he said back.
and even with the music shaking the walls, with hundreds of people talking around you, with the dj switching songs and everyone screaming along, somehow hearing him say it directly to you felt louder than everything else.
you blinked up at him, suddenly aware of how close he was standing.
“you came,” roman said, like he was surprised even though he shouldn’t have been.
his eyes moved over you for a second, taking in the details the way he always did. the outfit you probably spent too long deciding on. the way you kept adjusting something without realizing it. the slight nervousness you were trying to hide.
“of course i came,” you said, almost like the answer should have been obvious.
roman’s mouth twitched.
“yeah?”
there was something teasing about the way he said it, but there was something else underneath it too. something quieter.
because roman knew people came for him.
they came because his name was on the screens. because they wanted pictures. because they wanted to be able to say they were there
but he wasn’t completely sure you would have come if he hadn’t asked.
“yeah,” you repeated, a little more confidently this time.
and for a second, roman just stared at you.
like that simple answer meant more than you realized. like out of everyone in the room, you were somehow the one person who wasn’t trying to take anything from him tonight.
you were just there. the music pulsed harder then, some new track dropping as the bass slammed through the floor like a second heartbeat. the entire room seemed to shift with it. people around you started bouncing, arms thrown into the air, shouting along to lyrics you didn’t know, drinks raised above heads as the lights flashed brighter with every beat.
someone bumped into roman’s shoulder while squeezing past, and he barely even reacted.
because his attention stayed on you.
he leaned in slightly, not enough to completely invade your space, but just enough that the noise around you started to feel distant. like the entire club could keep moving and somehow this tiny moment between the two of you would stay untouched.
close enough that when he spoke again, he didn’t have to raise his voice.
“you look good.”
simple words.
casual tone.
but they felt heavier coming from him.
because roman wasn’t saying it for anyone else to hear. he wasn’t performing. he wasn’t throwing out some effortless compliment before turning away and getting distracted by someone more interesting, the way he usually did at events like this.
no.
he was looking directly at you.
actually looking at you.
and for a second, it almost felt strange.
because roman was surrounded by people all night. people who wanted his attention, people who wanted a picture, people who wanted to be close enough to say they were there.
but right now, he was standing in front of you like you were the only person who mattered.
your mouth opened slightly, ready to say something back, but before you could, a group of girls appeared beside him.
almost out of nowhere.
four of them, all dressed like they had planned their outfits specifically for a night like this. they immediately caught roman’s attention, calling his name over the music with excited smiles and phones already in their hands.
“roman?”
his name sounded different coming from them.
lighter.
more familiar than it actually was.
one of them stepped closer, asking for a picture while another started talking about the ep, telling him how much she loved one of the songs
and just like that, the world started pulling him away again.
because that was roman’s life.
everyone wanted a piece of him.
you watched the way he slipped back into it effortlessly. the smile returned. the confidence came back. the version of roman everyone else knew appeared right in front of you.
but then, for half a second, before he turned fully toward them, his eyes flicked back to yours.
like he was checking if you were still there.
like he remembered exactly where he had been.
and somehow, that tiny little glance felt more personal than the compliment itself. the girls laughed at something roman said, some easy, charming response you couldn’t hear over the music. whatever it was, it worked. it always did.
one of them touched his arm lightly while asking another question, her phone camera already lifted and ready. another stepped closer, fixing her hair and adjusting her position so everyone fit into the frame. roman didn’t even have to think about it.
he just moved.
natural.
effortless.
like he had done this a thousand times before.
his arm slipped around the first girl’s shoulder, his body turning slightly toward the camera, that familiar smile appearing on his face.
bright.
confident.
perfect.
the kind of smile that looked like it belonged on a billboard or a post that would have thousands of people commenting by morning. the kind of smile everyone else in the room knew how to recognize.
click.
the flash went off right in front of you, a burst of white cutting through the purple and red lights for a second. you blinked, the image of roman frozen in front of the camera lingering behind your eyes.
and then, just like that, it was over.
they thanked him quickly, already turning away to look through the pictures together. their voices blended into the music as they whispered excitedly, laughing at the screen and saying things you couldn’t quite make out.
probably about how good he looked.
probably about how lucky they were.
probably the same things everyone said about roman.
he was used to it.
you were too.
you watched him get pulled into moments like that all the time.
but something about standing there tonight felt different.
because just a few seconds ago, he had been looking at you like you were the only person in the room.
then roman turned back toward you.
except he barely got the chance to say anything before another group nearby started moving closer, clearly waiting for their turn. you noticed them before he did. the phones already out. the excited expressions. the way they kept looking over.
roman noticed too.
his jaw tightened slightly.
not annoyed exactly.
just tired.
for the first time all night, the attention seemed less exciting and more exhausting.
his eyes moved back to you, and there was a small pause.
like he was making a decision.
then he leaned closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear him.
“come with me.”
you blinked.
“what?”
roman glanced toward the crowd gathering around him, then back at you.
“somewhere quieter,” he said.
there was a hint of amusement in his expression, that familiar teasing confidence he always had, but underneath it was something else.
he actually wanted to get away.
“unless you like watching me take pictures with strangers all night,” he added, raising an eyebrow.
you couldn’t help but smile a little.
“i mean, it is kind of your thing.”
roman scoffed softly, shaking his head.
“yeah, well, i’m over it.”
and the fact that he said it so casually almost made you laugh.
because roman was never over attention.
not usually, but maybe tonight he was just over everyone else having access to him.
maybe he wanted five minutes where nobody was asking for anything, where nobody was looking at him like he was something they could take home.
he held out a hand slightly, not making a big deal out of it, just waiting.
“come on,” he said.
your heart did something weird, not exactly a skip
something slower
heavier
like it had noticed the moment before your brain could catch up.
because roman was asking you to come with him, not dragging you along because it was convenient. not looking back over his shoulder and assuming you would follow like you usually did when he moved through a room. not treating you like someone who was just there in the background of his night.
he held his hand out, an actual invitation, and suddenly the club felt even louder.
the bass seemed heavier. the lights seemed brighter. the crowd around you seemed closer, full of people waiting for their chance to get roman’s attention for even a few seconds.
but he was standing there asking for yours.
you looked down at his hand first.
the long fingers, you wish were in you
the gold ring on his pinky catching the flashing lights every few seconds
then you looked back up at him.
that same half-smile was still there, patient, but expectant.
like he was waiting for your answer without needing to ask twice.
even though anyone around you could probably see what was happening. even though there were people nearby who had just been waiting to take another picture with him. even though roman leal, the person everyone came here to see, was standing there choosing to walk away from all of it.
with you. without thinking much beyond yes, you reached out, and took his hand
for a second, roman looked down at where your fingers met.
it was such a small thing.
something that shouldn’t have mattered.
but the way his expression changed made it feel like it did.
the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, almost like he was trying not to smile too much.
“there you go,” he said quietly, like he knew you had been overthinking it, like he knew you would have stood there wondering if you were allowed to say yes.
his fingers closed around yours, gentle but certain, and then he started leading you through the crowd.
not rushing.
not pulling you.
just making sure you didn’t get separated as people moved around you.
and it was strange seeing roman like this.
because everyone else knew the version of him who stood under the lights, who smiled for cameras, who made strangers feel like they had known him forever.
but this version?
the one who looked back every few seconds to make sure you were still beside him?
the one who moved slower because he knew you were following?
that felt different.
he guided you past the main floor, away from the crowd and the constant flashes of phones. the music was still loud, but it started to fade the farther you got from the center of the room.
eventually, he pushed open a door leading toward a quieter hallway, the sudden drop in noise almost making your ears ring.
for the first time since you arrived, you could actually hear yourself think.
roman leaned back against the wall, still holding onto your hand for a second longer before he seemed to realize it.
he looked down, then back at you, and there was that small smile again.
“better?” he asked. you looked around the quiet hallway, then back at him.
“yeah.”
roman tilted his head slightly.
“yeah?”
you nodded.
“yeah.”
he stared at you for a second longer, like he was deciding whether or not he believed you, because that was the thing about roman, he noticed when you were lying, not in a dramatic way. not because you were bad at it. you were actually pretty good at pretending everything was fine.
you just forgot that roman paid attention.
“you sure, pretty girl?”
the nickname slipped out so casually that you almost missed it, your eyes flickered up to his
roman noticed that too,of course he did, his mouth twitched.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“you’re doing that thing.”
you frowned.
“what thing?”
“where you act like you don’t know what i’m talking about.”
you opened your mouth to argue, then stopped because you realized you genuinely had no idea what he meant.
roman laughed quietly.
“see?”
“i don’t do that.”
“you literally just did.”
you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, and roman looked pleased with himself, not because he won the argument, because you looked more comfortable, that was always the thing with you.
you got overwhelmed easily, even if you never admitted it. you’d get distracted halfway through a conversation, lose track of where you were supposed to be going, forget you were holding something in your hand until someone pointed it out, and somehow roman had become the person who noticed before anyone else.
“you eat anything tonight?” he asked.
you blinked.
“what?”
“food.”
“um…”
roman sighed softly.
“that’s not an answer, angel.”
you looked away, which was answer enough, he shook his head, but there was no real annoyance behind it.
“of course you didn’t.”
“i was busy.”
“you were standing in a room.”
“a very busy room.”
“a room where you forgot to eat.”
you smiled a little.
“you’re annoying.”
“yeah, i know.”
he reached over, tapping your forehead lightly
“someone has to look out for you.”
and the way he said it was so simple, like it wasn’t even a question, like taking care of you had become something automatic, then his expression softened slightly.
“you good being here?”
you nodded.
“yeah.”
“really?”
“roman.”
“i’m asking.”
you looked at him, really looked at him.
because underneath all the teasing and the confidence, there was something almost protective in the way he was watching you, like he wasn’t worried about whether you were having fun.
he was worried about whether you felt okay.
“i’m good,” you said softly.
roman held your gaze for another second before nodding.
“okay.”
then he smiled.
“good. because i’m not bringing you back out there if you’re gonna disappear into your own little world and forget where you are.”
you laughed.
“i do not do that.”
“you absolutely do.”
“i don’t.”
“you walked into my studio once and forgot why you were there.”
“i remembered eventually.”
“after twenty minutes.”
“okay, but i remembered.”
roman laughed, shaking his head.
“yeah, yeah. you’re lucky you’re cute.”
and there it was, that familiar teasing.
but softer, because with roman, the difference was that he could make fun of you all he wanted, but the second someone else did it, they’d have a problem
because he knew you, and he knew the difference between being ditzy and being careless
you were just you.
and for some reason, roman liked making sure you never felt bad about that.
roman pushed off the wall, stretching slightly like he had been standing in one place for too long. the quiet hallway felt smaller now that it was just the two of you existing there, away from the flashing lights and constant movement of the crowd, for once, there wasn’t someone calling his name, there wasn’t a phone being held up in front of him, there wasn’t someone trying to pull him back into the middle of everything.
it was just quiet, well, as quiet as a club hallway could be, he glanced down at his phone briefly, the screen lighting up with notifications and messages probably asking where he was, who he was with, what he was doing. normally, roman would have checked. normally, he would have answered someone, sent a quick reply, made sure he knew what was happening around him.
but he didn’t.
he just silenced it without even reading anything, then slipped it back into his pocket like whatever was happening out there could wait, like, for once, he wasn’t worried about missing something, his eyes moved back to you.
“you wanna go upstairs?” he asked suddenly.
you blinked.
“upstairs?”
“yeah.” he nodded toward the staircase at the end of the hallway. “there’s a lounge area up there. quieter than this.”
he said it casually, like it wasn’t a big deal.
but you knew roman, you knew he didn’t usually leave the center of attention unless he wanted to, the lounge was supposed to be for certain guests only, a place people went when they wanted to get away from the chaos downstairs. but roman had a way of moving through places like he belonged everywhere, and honestly, he kind of did, you nodded before you even thought about it.
because really, anywhere away from the crowd sounded better right now.
roman noticed the immediate answer and smiled slightly.
“that was fast.”
you looked at him.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“roman.”
“you’re just easy.”
you frowned.
“that sounds mean.”
he laughed quietly.
“not like that, angel.”
there it was again, that easy little nickname he used without thinking.
“i mean you’re easy to read.”
you opened your mouth to argue, but then stopped, because you knew he wasn’t completely wrong.
roman caught it immediately.
“see?”
“don’t.”
“i didn’t even say anything.”
“you were going to.”
“probably.”
you rolled your eyes, and roman smiled like that was exactly the reaction he wanted, then he reached for your hand again, not making a big deal out of it, not looking around to see if anyone noticed, it was just automatic, like he knew the crowd would get confusing, like he knew you would get distracted by something shiny or someone calling your name or some random decoration on the wall and accidentally fall behind.
and honestly?
he wasn’t even wrong.
“stay with me, okay?” he said, glancing back at you as he started leading you toward the stairs.
the words were teasing, but his tone wasn’t.
it was softer.
protective.
“i’m not gonna disappear,” you said.
roman raised an eyebrow.
“you literally disappeared at my studio for ten minutes because you found a sticker on a notebook.”
you gasped.
“that was different.”
“how?”
“it was a really cute sticker.”
he stared at you for a second, then laughed, a real laugh, not the one he gave people downstairs, not the one that was part of his image, this one was just roman.
“yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “that’s exactly what i mean.”
you smiled despite yourself as he guided you up the narrow staircase, his hand still wrapped around yours, the farther you got from the main floor, the more the music faded into something distant. the lights weren’t as intense up here, the air calmer, the crowd thinner.
and you realized something.
roman could have gone anywhere.
he could have gone to any room in the building, found any person he wanted, continued being the center of attention, but he chose somewhere quiet, and he brought you with him.
the lounge was completely empty.
not just quiet. empty, no other guests. no staff. no one lounging around with drinks or talking in small groups, just silence, the soft hum of the AC, and the distant thrum of music from downstairs, muffled through layers of soundproofing and floors.
roman walked in first, holding your hand like before, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he turned back immediately.
he reached for the door handle, pulled it shut behind you both, and clicked it locked without hesitation.
no pause, no glance over his shoulder to see if anyone noticed, just a simple click, sealed off from everything else below, like this space suddenly belonged only to him now, and by extension, to you too.
you walked to one of the couches by the window and sat down, looking out at city skyline, buildings lit up against dark night sky beyond glass windows.
roman didn’t sit right away. he stood there for a second, watching you watch everything outside, before slowly moving toward opposite couch, he sank into it with a sigh that sounded like relief more than anything else, his shoulders dropped slightly once seated: one arm stretched along back cushions while other hand rested loosely on knee
roman watched you for a moment, your profile lit softly by city lights through the window, how your eyes stayed fixed on skyline like it was more interesting than anything else right now.
then he smirked.
quietly. just to himself at first
because you looked so peaceful. so focused on something small and simple while everything else around tonight had been loud and chaotic, and roman couldn’t resist teasing you about it.
“you’re staring,” he said suddenly, voice low but playful, breaking the silence between them for first time since they came up here.
“hm?” you look at him
roman’s smirk grew just a little, like he’d been waiting for you to look at him.
“you heard me,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “staring out the window like it’s gonna tell you a secret.”
his tone was light, teasing, but not mean. never mean with you.
he shifted on the couch, turning more toward you now that your attention had switched from skyline to him.*
“what’re you even looking at?”
not judgmental. just curious, and using it as an excuse to keep talking.
“just the buildings, they’re cool” you keep looking out the window, eyes wondering over city lights
roman hummed, watching your face as you answered, like he was studying how sincere you were about liking the buildings.
then, without warning, he reached out.
his hand lifted slowly, not grabbing or rushing, but just moving toward you with quiet intent, first contact: his fingers brushed lightly against your jaw. gentle. testing, a soft touch that made no sense for someone who usually wasn’t this affectionate in public (or anywhere really).
but here? now?
he didn’t hesitate.
his fingers trailed from your jaw down to your neck, slow, deliberate, as he leaned in.
then his lips followed.
soft at first. just a kiss right below your ear. light enough that it barely counted as pressure, but then another one lower, on the side of throat where pulse would jump if you got nervous, and another, each kiss was warmer than last, more insistent, not rough but definitely not sweet either.
“what are you going roman?”
roman finally pulled back just enough to speak, lips still hovering near your skin, warm breath hitting the spot he’d just kissed.
“shut up,” he said quietly. not mean, but firm. like an order disguised as a murmur.
then his teeth grazed lightly over your pulse point, just a brush, nothing that would actually hurt, but it sent a jolt through you anyway, his hand tightened slightly at the nape of your neck.
“you’re thinking too much.”
voice low now. teasing but with edge underneath.
“even though you don’t really think a lot do you?” roman’s thumb stroked once over the base of your neck, almost mocking in how slow and deliberate it was.
“you’re just kinda… pretty,”
he continued, voice still that same lazy drawl. “but not smart, right?”
he said it like a fact. not cruel, but definitely degrading on purpose, like he enjoyed reminding you that maybe you weren’t as deep or thoughtful as some other girls might be, his lips returned to your skin then,kissing down again, slower this time.
he kissed the column of your throat, each press deliberate, like he was marking territory without actually leaving a mark, then his mouth opened slightly, tongue dragging in one slow stripe up to your jaw, not sexual yet. not desperate, just… claiming, like you were something simple he could have because you didn’t resist him anyway.
and then, right by ear again, he breathed out:
“you’re so easy.”
no question in it. just statement.
your body moved before your brain fully caught up, instinct making you turn toward him, twisting slightly on the couch so you faced roman fully, it was a small shift. just pivoting at the waist but it changed everything.
now you were close. really close.
knees almost touching if either of you leaned forward even an inch.
and roman noticed immediately, the way your face tilted toward his, how eyes met his properly for first time since he started kissing your neck, roman’s gaze dropped to your lips the second you turned.
no hesitation this time.
he closed the small distance between you and kissed you, really kissed you, for first time tonight.
not soft. not gentle.
harder than expected, like he’d been waiting for permission but decided to take it anyway now that it was given, his mouth pressed firmly against yours, warm and insistent, one hand still gripping back of neck while other lifted slowly to cup your cheek.
the kiss lasted only a few seconds, fierce, claiming, no hesitation, before roman pulled back slightly, his breathing was steady but his eyes were dark. focused
not drunk. not high. just… wanting something specific.
without breaking eye contact, he slid off the couch onto his knees in front of you.
smooth motion, not dramatic or slow like it was staged, but natural, like this is where he belonged now, you stayed sitting on the couch, watching him as he knelt between your legs.
roman didn’t say anything. no teasing comment. no dumb joke to lighten the mood.
just quiet intensity, like whatever was about to happen mattered more than usual.
his hands moved first: gripping gently at your thighs, then slowly pushing them apart just enough so there was space.
not forceful. just guiding. roman’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts
no hesitation, just calm, deliberate movement as he tugged them down slowly over your hips.
they weren’t tight, so they came off easily.
you lifted slightly to help without thinking
once they were past your knees, he pushed them the rest of way, letting fabric pool around thighs on couch cushions.
then his hands returned,to skin now exposed from mid-thigh upward. roman didn’t rush
he started by pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, right where skin was softest. not too high, not too low. just teasingly close to where you wanted him, each kiss lingered, warm breath followed by lip brushing over sensitive skin.
then he switched sides and did the same thing on other leg
no hurry. no urgency, just torturous patience, after a few more kisses, each one placed with deliberate slowness, roman finally reached the crease of your thigh, right where it met hipbone.
he paused there
then exhaled slowly over fabric covering you, a warm puff of air that made everything underneath tingle.
still not touching where you wanted him most, roman’s finger kept moving, slow, maddening circles over the fabric covering your clit.
“your pussy’s already wet,” he said plainly, voice deep and steady. “can feel it through these.”
no euphemisms. no soft words.
just raw honesty, the kind that made everything more real.
his thumb pressed down slightly this time, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to let you feel pressure right where you were most sensitive beneath layers of cloth.
after another beat, roman leaned in closer, mouth now hovering directly over the damp fabric covering your cunt.
he didn’t kiss it. not yet.
instead, he exhaled again, a slow stream of warm air right over your clothed pussy, making everything underneath throb even more.
then his finger trailed down from clit to lower lips through the material: tracing shape without actually touching skin.
you bit your lip, hard, to keep from making a sound, but it didn’t work
a tiny whimper slipped out anyway when roman exhaled over you like that.
quiet. involuntary.
just the smallest breathy noise escaping before you could stop it.
and then his finger moved again, dragging lower this time, and your hips twitched on their own, trying to chase pressure even though he wasn’t really giving any yet.
“f—fuck ro, p—lease”
you managed out
roman’s lips curled slightly at the corners, not quite a smile, but something close to satisfaction.
your voice was shaky. desperate in that quiet, breathless way people get when they’re turned on and trying not to sound too needy.
and he loved it.
his finger kept moving, still slow, still teasing, but now with more pressure where your hips had just instinctively arched up toward him.
“please what?” he asked. voice low. calm. like this was just conversation for him while you were unraveling.
you swallowed hard, your chest rising and falling faster now.
“please…” you tried again, voice higher this time, frantic in a way that made it obvious how badly you wanted him to actually touch you properly.
but roman wasn’t giving in yet, he waited. watching your face twist with frustration and need.
then, just to mess with you, he lifted his finger completely for one second. roman’s voice came out slow, deliberate, like he was savoring how desperate you sounded.
“you’re so fucking needy,” he said. not mean. just stating it like a fact, amused but in control.
then, without touching you again yet:
“lift your hips for me.”
not a request. an instruction, calm tone, but firm enough that there was no room to argue or hesitate. you didn’t hesitate.
immediately, your hips lifted, just enough to give him space.
roman’s hands moved fast now.
one slid under the back of your panties, gripping fabric firmly while the other stayed on your thigh to hold you steady.
in one smooth motion, he pulled them down, past hips, over thighs, and tossed them somewhere behind him without looking.
roman’s two fingers split you open slightly, just enough to glide through slick heat without resistance, they dragged from your entrance upward, slow and wet, collecting arousal as they moved over your folds.
then he circled once around clit, still not pressing down hard, but letting the tip of his finger brush against swollen nerves lightly.
the motion was deliberate. methodical. like he was studying how sensitive you were. roman exhaled sharply through his nose, half amusement, half something darker.
“fuck,” he muttered under his breath. not loud. just a quiet reaction to how wet you were for him.
then, voice low again:
“you’re soaked.”
no judgment. no surprise, just stating it like it turned him on more than anything else right now.
his fingers kept moving: still that same slow drag from entrance up to clit and back down. your breath came out in a shaky gasp when his fingers dragged over your clit again.
“roman—” you started, voice already wavering. but then he did it again, that same slow brush, and the rest of his name got caught in your throat.
you squirmed slightly on the couch, hips twitching upward instinctively to chase more pressure, but roman didn’t give it to you.
just kept teasing with light touches that weren’t enough. roman’s eyes darkened at your squirming
then, without warning, he leaned down, mouth hovering just above your ear, and said it:
“i’m gonna fuck you stupid.”
voice rough. possessive. like a promise.
no question about it, just statement of fact.
he pulled back slightly to watch your face after saying it, then added:
“just how i like my girls.”
a beat
“stupid and all mine.”
the words hit you like a physical thing, ‘stupid and all mine’ , and your stomach flipped.
a tiny, broken whimper escaped before you could stop it.
high-pitched. helpless.
not even a full word, just sound: soft and involuntary, slipping out because roman’s voice did something to your nerves that made everything feel too intense.
your cheeks flushed instantly after making noise, but there was no taking it back now. without another word, roman lowered his head.
no hesitation. no warning kiss first.
just his mouth descending on you lips parting and closing over your clit in one smooth motion.
he started with a slow lick: long, flat stripe from bottom to top, tasting you properly for the first time tonight.
then he did it again. same spot. same pressure. roman’s tongue pressed flat against your clit, firm, warm pressure, not vibrating but pulsing, with each slow lick he dragged upward.
then his lips sealed around it again: a soft suck that didn’t hurt but made your whole body tense with pleasure.
saliva mixed with your arousal, glistening under dim lounge lights as he worked.
no spit just yet, just pure focus on the small bundle of nerves between his mouth. roman’s tongue flicked faster now, tiny, quick strokes directly over your clit, each one precise and targeted to the most sensitive part.
then he opened his mouth wider and sucked harder, a wet, slurping sound filling the quiet lounge as his lips wrapped tightly around you
his nose pressed into your pubic bone from below while jaw worked: creating rhythmic pressure that made every nerve in your cunt fire at once
saliva dripped slightly where his chin met skin, but neither of you cared
your hands flew to his hair instantly, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you gripped him.
not pulling. not pushing away.
just holding on like an anchor while your hips twitched upward into his mouth.
at the same time, one of your legs lifted, sliding over roman’s shoulder automatically, knee bending so it hooked there naturally.
the new angle changed everything: giving him better access, letting him go deeper with each lick and suck without having to adjust position at all. your breathing turned ragged, each inhale sharp, each exhale a shaky gasp as roman’s tongue and mouth worked you mercilessly.
then it hit you, the coil low in your stomach tightening fast.
“i’m—” you started, voice breaking.
“roman—I’m gonna cum.”, no hesitation. no trying to hold back the warning.
just raw admission: loud and desperate in the quiet room because there was no way to stop what was coming now.
if anything, he intensified it when he heard your whimper: doubling down with faster flicks of his tongue and deeper suction.
his hands finally moved, one sliding up to grip your thigh firmly while the other pressed flat against your stomach, like he was holding you down so you couldn’t squirm away from how good it felt.
and then, right as the pressure hit its peak, he sucked hard again.
the second you came, roman didn’t slow down, he dragged it out with his mouth for one more long, wet suck.
then, abruptly, he stood up
a thin string of saliva still connected his chin to your skin for half a heartbeat before breaking.
he reached for his belt. unbuckled it fast.
pushed jeans and boxers down just enough, not all the way off, but freed what mattered.
then he turned you gently but firmly: guiding your body flat against couch cushions on your back. he hovered over you, one knee on the couch beside your hip, other foot still planted on floor.
roman’s cock twitched in his grip, thick vein running along underside visibly pulsing as blood rushed through it
precum beaded at the slit, slick and shiny under lounge lighting.
not a drip yet, but close. clear evidence of how turned on he was, he squeezed himself slowly at base, just enough to push more fluid up without letting anything spill, then leaned down closer, free hand braced beside your head, his breath hot against your ear when he spoke again:“you see that?” roman murmured, voice gravelly with want.
he tilted his hips slightly, making the heavy weight of his cock more noticeable, dragging it slowly against your inner thigh without actually pushing inside yet.
precum smeared a little where skin met skin: sticky and warm from friction.
then he lifted himself just enough to look down at you again, eyes dark, jaw tight, and said:
“gonna fuck this pretty pussy stupid now.”without another word, roman shifted.
in one rough motion, he grabbed your hips, yanking you forward slightly on the couch, and lined himself up,
no teasing. no slow entry.
just a single thrust: deep and hard as he slammed into you completely at once, a gasp tore from your throat, both from sudden stretch and intensity of it. his cock was thick, heavy inside now after all that buildup, roman didn’t slow down.
once he was buried to the hilt, his hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in, and he started fucking you with sharp, powerful thrusts.
each one snapped into you roughly. no rhythm at first. just pure driving force.
“such a dumb little pussy,” he growled over the sound of skin slapping skin. “taking me so easy.” roman’s voice was low and commanding, every word dripping with dominance as he pounded into you.
“fuck—look at you,” he gritted out, hips slamming down harder. “just a dumb little slut getting railed right now.”
his hands moved to your thighs next, gripping tight enough to leave marks as he used them for leverage to fuck up even faster. your breath came in short, frantic gasps, each one punched out of you by roman’s rough thrusts.
“f-fuck—!” you managed between them.
voice shaky. overwhelmed.
then your nails dug into his back automatically: scratching down through his shirt fabric (he wasn’t even wearing a jacket anymore), clawing for something to hold onto as pleasure mixed with overstimulation.
you weren’t saying anything coherent yet, just reacting, body arching up slightly under him like it couldn't help but chase more friction despite how intense it was.
roman wasn’t slowing down, if anything, he fucked you harder the moment your nails scraped his back.
his thrusts turned rough: deep, relentless strokes that made your head spin and vision blur at edges, and with every rough snap of hips? your thoughts got simpler. lighter. like they were being beaten out of you by sheer physical sensation.
no space for words anymore, just sounds (his grunts, the slap of skin), heat (from friction), pressure (inside and everywhere else)
roman’s cock slammed into you over and over, no finesse, just raw fucking. each thrust knocked a little more of your brain cells loose, your eyes glazed over completely: pupils blown wide, staring at nothing.
mouth slightly open but no words coming out anymore.
all you could do was feel: the stretch, the heat building low in stomach again despite having already come once earlier.
every nerve lit up like fireworks, but there was zero thinking left to process it. just dumb pleasure taking over everything, roman’s thrusts stayed strong, but something in his rhythm softened slightly.
the harshness didn’t vanish completely, but the edges rounded out a little
his next words came slower, quieter, less degradation and more… affection? not sweet exactly, but gentler than before.
“you doing okay?” he asked gruffly between breaths. still fucking you steadily, but now glancing at your face to check on you properly.
you blinked slowly, still dazed, still feeling heavy and floaty from how rough he’d been, but at the question?
a tiny nod.
then your voice came out soft: not slurred but quiet, a little fragile after everything
“yeah…” you whispered. no complaints. just answering honestly because roman had actually asked nicely for once.
roman’s thrusts slowed, still deep, but no longer punishing.
he leaned down then: one hand sliding to the back of your neck, tilting your head up toward him, and he kissed you.
not rough or possessive like before, but slow. warm. almost tender compared to how hard he’d been just seconds ago.*
his hips rolled with each press of lips against yours now: measured, controlled movements instead of frantic fucking, roman’s kiss deepened slightly as his hips picked up speed again, just a little harder now, but not back to full force
he could feel himself getting close: that familiar tension building low in his stomach.
so he adjusted his rhythm: thrusts got sharper. more purposeful. chasing the edge
his mouth stayed on yours though, kissing you through it all while his body started tightening up with release coming fast.
roman’s thumb found your clit mid-kiss, pressing down in slow, firm circles as his hips kept that steady, building rhythm.
no warning. no ask.
just doing it because he wanted you to cum too, right with him.
his mouth stayed on yours: swallowing your moans while his thumb worked in perfect sync with each thrust. the friction was maddening now, the combination of being filled and rubbed exactly right making everything spiral fast. the pressure built quickly, your body coiling tight from roman’s thumb circling your clit while his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you.
then it snapped.
a wave crashed through you: pleasure erupting sharp and sudden as your thighs trembled around his waist
roman felt it, the way your cunt clenched around him, the slight hitch in your breath, and he kissed you deeper to muffle any sound, riding out both releases together now, your voice came out shaky, high and breathless, as the orgasm hit.
“r-roman…” you gasped against his lips.
not a full sentence. just his name, soft and desperate, then your hips twitched up into him instinctively, chasing the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you.
no words beyond that, just sounds: whimpers muffled by the kiss he kept on your mouth while his own release started building too fast to ignore. roman’s breath hitched, his rhythm stuttering slightly as his own climax crashed over him.
he didn’t pull out.
instead, he buried himself deep and held there, hips jerking once more with a low groan that vibrated through both of you,
his mouth stayed on yours the whole time: kissing you like this was something intimate despite how intense it had been just seconds ago
roman’s thumb kept rubbing, relentless even as his own body started to tense for release
and that’s what did it
the combination of his cock still buried inside you and the constant pressure on your clit?
too much, impossible to stop now
your second orgasm hit hard: sharper than the first, more overwhelming because it came right on top of roman’s building tension. roman’s cock throbbed inside you as his orgasm ripped through him, waves of white-hot pleasure surging with each pulse.
he didn’t pull out.didn’t move at all except for the slight twitching of his hips as he emptied himself deep into your cunt.
his breath came in ragged pants against your lips, still kissing you even though it was messy now, tongue sliding between yours lazily while his body recovered from the intensity
no words yet. just this: two bodies tangled together on that couch, sticky and satisfied and breathing hard after everything that just happened. roman finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at you.
his chest rose and fell rapidly, lips slightly swollen from kissing.
eyes dark with satisfaction… and something else: pride.
his voice was low and rougher than usual
“fucked you so stupid,” he said simply. not a question. a fact.
no teasing in it either, just stating what had happened like it was obvious now that both of you were coming down from your highs, roman’s gaze dropped to your face, studying it like he was checking for proof of how thoroughly he’d wrecked you
your expression must’ve said everything:
hazy eyes. flushed cheeks. lips still parted from kissing
then his thumb brushed over your bottom lip slowly before he added:
“can’t even think straight anymore.”
no mockery in the words though, not really. just stating reality like a proud observation
roman stayed where he was for a few more seconds, just looking at you, breathing evenly now that the high had settled
he carefully pulled out of you
slowly. gently. not like how it started, no roughness left in his movements.
he grabbed a tissue from the nearby table and wiped off the insides of your thighs
he stood up, zipping his jeans back up with quiet efficiency
then he looked down at you, still sprawled on the couch, hair messy from his fingers earlier and reached out
his hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face
no words yet. just checking on you like this was normal for him now: post-intimacy care disguised as casual concern
roman lifted you, guiding your body into his lap before the couch cushions could even fully settle back, his arms wrapped around you: one hand resting low on your back, the other cradling your head gently against his chest
no kissing. no talking. just holding you there letting you recover while he stayed still
his heartbeat was steady under your ear. calm after everything that had just happened between both of them
i hate this so much, i’m the worst writer holy shit
anyways i hope u guys loved it bc big daddy sappy loves you
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