#rommulas fluff

he’s so beautiful it hurts

synopsis: It’s supposed to be a quick drop-off at Hollis’s loft, but when Roman Leal asks you to stay for “one more listen,” the night turns into something else entirely

warnings: smut, unprotected p-in-v, oral (f receiving), mild choking, praise kink, studio sex, Roman being a cocky soft dom who speaks Spanish when he’s turned on, post-nut clarity tears (his, not yours), lmk if i missed any :)))

wc: 2.3K

You weren’t supposed to still be here.

It was supposed to be a quick favor: drop off the hard drive with the final stems for “Static Hearts (Remix)” at Hollis’s loft, say hi, leave.

client!2hollis x stripper!reader x client!rommulas one-shot

information: Hollis x Reader x Roman smut-shot. Reader is a stripper and 2 new customers come into the club and take her home. based off the song 'or nah remix'. this fic long asf so prepare. cw: Smut! like so much smut, a lot of dirty talk, face riding, oral (both rec), rough sex, squirting, threesome vibes, spitting in mouth, biting, masturbation, handjob (romllis), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, spanking. masterlist taglist

Music pulsed through the club in heavy, rhythmic waves, bass vibrating beneath your heels as colored lights swept across the room in dizzying flashes of every color under the rainbow.

The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and sex. You stood at the center of the stage, moving slowly, deliberately, every roll of your hips practiced and precise.

Men watched from every shadowed corner, their eyes sharp and hungry in a way you had long ago grown used to. Their desire no longer unsettled you. It did in the beginning — back when you first started stripping. Back when you loved the attention.

In those early days, the weight of a stranger’s gaze had made your pulse race. The heat of their hands, the way their eyes devoured you, had made you feel powerful. You had held the control.

Now, as you spun around the pole and let your body slide down in one fluid motion, money fluttered at your feet like fallen leaves. You offered them a sultry look when your eyes met theirs, lips parting just enough to sell the fantasy. It was convincing. It was flawless.

It was fake.

You did not hate your job. It was still thrilling in its own way. But you hated how routine it had become — how predictable the hunger in men’s eyes was. How easily you could read them. How rarely they surprised you.

As your song faded into its final notes, you smiled teasingly at your regulars in the front row. You bent slowly, deliberately, gathering the scattered bills as whistles followed your movements. When you straightened, your gaze drifted to the back of the room — and that was when you saw them.

A group of men you had never seen before.

Most looked distracted, immersed in their own conversations, but two of them stood out instantly.

One had long blond hair with the slightest natural wave, falling down his sides. He wore black jeans and a crisp white button-up, sleeves rolled carelessly to reveal strong forearms.

The man beside him had shoulder-length dark hair, loose and curling against his collar. He wore similar dark jeans and a brown jacket that fit him too well.

Both of them were staring at you. Not casually. Not lazily. Completely admiring.

Your breath caught — a subtle shift inside you that you had almost forgotten. Something electric flickered under your skin. You held their gaze for one heartbeat too long before turning smoothly, heels clicking sharply against the stage as you walked off.

Backstage, the noise dimmed into distant thuds. The other girls laughed, changed outfits, passed cigarettes between them. You walked to your station and sat down, crossing your legs as you began counting your money.

“Y/n, sweetie? Can you come out here for a second?”

You looked up to see Chris, the club’s manager, leaning against the doorway. You gave him a soft smile.

“What’s up, Chris?”

“There’s two guys out there asking for a dance. You good right now?”

You nodded automatically, assuming it was one of your regulars. You reapplied lip gloss, ran your fingers through your hair, and followed him out.

“See those two staring at you? The blond and the brunette?” he murmured.

Your stomach tightened when you saw them again. “Yeah,” you replied smoothly. “No problem.”

You approached their booth with slow, deliberate steps, aware of every sway of your hips. When you reached their table, you offered them your most polished smile.

“Hi, guys. I’m Y/n. What can I do for you?”

The blond smirked first, his gaze traveling slowly over you. “Dance for us, sweetheart.”

His tone wasn’t eager or desperate. It was controlled. "Wanna see that pretty ass bouncing for us."

He glanced at the dark-haired man beside him. “Ain’t that right, Roman?”

Roman’s eyes held something deeper than hunger. Something steady. Possessive.

“Let’s take this somewhere private Hollis,” he said evenly, looking back towards you. “When you’re with us… you’re ours.”

Your pulse skipped. You swallowed. “Y-yeah. Of course. Follow me.”

The walk to the private room felt charged rather than awkward. Their presence behind you wasn’t intrusive. You felt their eyes tracing every movement, and for the first time in a long time, it sent sparks through you.

Inside, deep red lighting illuminated the dark room. “I should tell you the private rooms are an extra charge,” you managed.

They laughed softly.

“We’re not worried about the price,” Roman said as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was confident and calm. “Take a breath.”

You hadn’t even realized you were holding one.

You chewed your lip and Roman took a seat on one of the couches and pulled a joint from his front pocket then sparked it.

The light illuminating from the mini fire casting a beautiful shadow across his face before he took a long puff and exhaled it — the room filling with faint smell of weed as music from outside hummed in.

Hollis sits down on a chair in the middle of the room and pats his lap “Come sit sweetheart”

You climbed into his lap, your movements slow, controlled. His hands settled on your hips instantly. You began to move against him, testing the rhythm, watching his expression you picked up the pace and started bouncing your ass up and down slowly on his growing bulge.

His gaze stayed fixed on your face rather than your body, and that unsettled you more than anything.

“So, y/n,” he murmured, “you got a boyfriend?”

Your movements faltered for half a second before his hand pressed firmly against your ass. “Don’t stop.”

“No,” you answered quietly, resuming your rhythm. “I don’t.”

“Why not?” His fingers trailed lightly up your back, and you shivered despite yourself.

“I guess I’m not the type of girl someone brings home to meet his mom.”

Roman let out a low sound from behind you. “Look at her,” Hollis said softly.

You glanced back. Roman was watching you like he was memorizing you. “I’m looking, just wait till I finish this joint doll.” he took another puff and Hollis took your chin between his fingers to turn your head back to him.

“You want him?” He asks boldly and you open your mouth — shock and confusion making the words catch in your throat. “Tell me what you want.” He urges you on.

“Yes. I want him..” You grind your hips harder now, something wilder consuming you as the thin fabric between you and his jeans create a friction you were used to, but had never effected you like how it did right now.

“I want you as well.” You finish.

He nods once “I can tell baby,” he reaches a hand between you — fingers teasing the fabric of your panties and leaning up to whisper in your ear. “Your soaked for me.”

A whimper escaped your lips and he laughs before carefully pulling you out of his lap and standing — the height difference really daunting now.

You turn and watch as Hollis sits down next to Roman — he hands him the half finished joint and rises from his seat slowly, not rushing in the slightest as he sits down in the same seat Hollis was just in.

You go to straddle him and he tuts, stopping you. “Turn around for me angel.” he tells you and you oblige — slowly turning around, moving your hips in a slow circle before sitting down in his lap, grinding back and forth slowly, feeling the hardness poking against you.

It didn’t shock you at all, majority of the people you gave dances to were hard during it, but it has never made your body tingle like this. These guys didn't feel like just customers to you, and it intrigued you.

Romans hand rested on your waist and he watched you “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” You blushed softly “Thank you.” You turned your head to meet his face — his dead, dark brown eyes sending pricks down your spine.

Your movements sped up, wanting to make him feel good but also to chase the building pleasure in your stomach. Roman groaned when you leaned back against his chest, your ass sitting firm on his growing bulge.

His arm wrapped around your waist fully, keeping you flush against him. Your eyes trace his arm, the veins crawling from his hand up his forearm and up his biceps — you peep his tattoos and subconsciously run a hand over them.

“You like my tattoos?” he teases, his voice a whisper against the shell of your ear, you nod. “They turn me on.” You turn your head to catch his eyes again and his hips jerk up and help you grind against him.

Hollis rises from his seat and walks to stand behind Roman, his long fingers move to brush across your cheek. “Can we get you out this club, sweetheart?” he asks and you pause for a second. Looking up at Hollis and down at Roman before taking a deep breath and nodding softly.

—

Their apartment was immaculate. Floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the city below, and warm golden light softened the sleek interior. It felt expensive, it felt like them.

The sharp jingle of Hollis's keys dropping into the ceramic bowl reverberated through the spacious apartment, cutting through the hushed ambiance like a promise of what was to come.

Hollis and Roman steered you toward the plush leather couch, their hands firm on your hips, guiding you with the easy confidence of men who knew exactly what they wanted.

Hollis dropped onto the cushions first, his muscular frame sinking into the softness, while Roman lingered right behind you, his broad chest pressing hot against your back.

In one fluid motion, they both peeled off their shirts, revealing toned torsos etched with shadows from the lighting — Hollis's arms flexing as he leaned back, Roman's skin radiating heat that seeped through your thin top.

“You good at following instructions, y/n?” Roman's voice rumbled low and steady, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

You nodded quickly, heart pounding.

“Words, baby,” Hollis interjected, his large hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing a teasing path that brushed dangerously close to the aching heat between your legs.

“Yes, I’m good at following instructions,” you managed, forcing the words out in a breathy rush.

“How good?” they pressed in unison, their tones laced with playful menace that made your pulse spike.

“So good, please—I’m so good,” you pleaded, the desperation slipping out unbidden.

Hollis and Roman exchanged a knowing glance, smirks tugging at their lips, before their eyes locked back on you, dark with hunger.

“Perfect. Now this is what’s gonna happen.” Hollis laid down fully on the couch, his gaze pinning you in place like a physical touch. “You’re gonna ride my face...”

Your eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat surging straight to your pussy, making your thighs clench instinctively as slick need pooled there.

“While you suck my dick,” Roman finished, his voice a gravelly command that vibrated through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against his shoulder in overwhelmed surrender, and he chuckled — a deep, throaty sound that vibrated against your skin.

“You can handle it, can't you, doll?”

You bit your lower lip, turning to meet his intense stare. “Yes, Roman, I can handle it—I’ll be so good for you.”

A satisfied grin spread across his face, and he gave you a gentle nudge forward, his hands lingering just long enough to stoke the fire building inside you.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs with a deliberate slowness that drew their hungry eyes.

Stepping out of the damp fabric, you stood before them half-naked, your skin prickling under their scrutiny — the cool air of the apartment kissing your exposed curves while the city lights danced across your body like a private spotlight.

Climbing onto the couch, you straddled Hollis's chest first, your soaking pussy leaving a glistening trail against his skin as you maneuvered higher.

The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint notes of expensive cologne from the guys. You positioned yourself carefully, hovering just above his mouth, thighs trembling with anticipation.

Hollis's strong arms snaked around your thighs, gripping the soft flesh with unyielding possession, anchoring you right where he wanted. “I want you to sit on my face, baby. Full weight. Think about hovering, and I’ll bend you over my knee.” He winked, a flash of mischief in his eyes, before yanking you down hard and firm onto his waiting mouth.

A sharp yell tore from your throat, morphing into a guttural moan as his tongue plunged into your folds without mercy.

Your head snapped forward, body slumping in a haze of pleasure, but Roman's hands were there in an instant — cupping your chin, tilting your face up so he could drink in every twitch and gasp.

He watched intently as Hollis devoured you, his tongue lapping broad strokes along your dripping slit before sucking your swollen clit between his lips with a wet, insistent pull. The sensation ripped another shaky cry from you, your hips bucking involuntarily against the relentless pressure.

Once you found your balance, bracing your hand on the back of the couch, you rocked harder, grinding your pussy against his mouth in desperate rhythm. He groaned into you, the vibration sending jolts straight to your core, his nose bumping your clit as he fucked you with his tongue — deep thrusts that had your walls clenching.

He pulled back just enough to glance up at you, lips shiny with your juices, eyes blazing with raw desire as he spoke.

His voice muffled against your slick folds, Hollis's words vibrated through your core like a live wire. "So loud, sweetheart—you like the way I flick my tongue? You need Roman's cock in your mouth to keep you quiet?"

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching as you nodded fervently, eyes lifting to lock onto Roman's. His gaze scorched into you, dark and promising more of the delicious torment that had your nerves buzzing.

With a smirk, Roman's fingers dipped to his zipper, the metallic rasp slicing through the heavy air. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one swift tug, his thick, veined cock springing free — rigid and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water, a fresh surge of heat flooding your veins.

You licked your lips slowly, deliberately, then extended your tongue, flat and inviting. Eyes never leaving his, you guided him to your mouth and slapped the heavy length against your wet tongue — once, twice — the salty tang of him exploding on your taste buds and drawing a low growl from deep in his chest.

"Lick that tip, doll. Can you do that?" Roman's words came out rough, edged with restraint as he watched you intently.

You nodded again, the motion jerky through the moan Hollis coaxed from you with relentless swirls of his tongue against your pulsing clit.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of Roman's cock — your hand barely circling its girth — you leaned in, dragging your tongue over the sensitive tip in teasing, kitten licks.

The heat of him filled your senses, amplifying the electric pleasure ripping through your body as Hollis's mouth worked you without pause.

Then, driven by raw hunger, you surged forward, taking him in your mouth entirely, the head hitting the back of your throat. Roman's head snapped back, a guttural "Fuck!" exploding from him through gritted teeth, his abs clenching visibly in the dim light.

His hand dove into your hair, fingers threading through the strands before twisting them into a loose, messy bun — securing his grip like a lifeline.

With firm tugs, he set the pace, sliding you back and forth along his length, the wet sounds of your mouth echoing through the apartment.

"Throat that dick, angel—fuck, such a good slut," he rasped, voice thick with approval that sent a thrill straight to your soaked core.

You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a sharp hiss from Roman as he sank his teeth into his lower lip, the skin whitening under the pressure.

Below you, Hollis's tongue traced long, deliberate paths up and down your entire pussy, savoring every inch before diving deep into your clenching hole.

Your walls fluttered around the invading muscle, a choked noise bubbling up your throat as he thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm of Roman's cock in your mouth.

Roman's hold on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing thicker against your tongue as soft whines leaked from him — raw, uncontrolled sounds that betrayed how close he was.

Hollis's hips jerked upward into empty air, his own arousal straining untouched as he devoured you, the slick essence of your pussy coating his chin and driving him wild.

Hollis zeroed in on your clit once more, drawing the swollen nub between his lips with a firm suck that had stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your body coiled tighter, teetering on the edge, every nerve alight.

Desperation fueled you; you hollowed your cheeks, sucking Roman's cock with frantic, messy pulls — saliva dripping down your chin as you ground shamelessly against Hollis's face, chasing the building pleasure.

"Cum for us," Hollis demanded, the words rumbling directly into your flesh. "Can feel you dripping all over my face already—let go, baby."

Your eyes rolled back, vision blurring as Roman's cock swelled impossibly more in your mouth. The command shattered you — your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave (Chase Atlantic reference), ripping a muffled scream from your throat that vibrated around him.

Roman bucked once, twice, before pumping ropes of hot cum straight down your throat, the salty flood forcing you to swallow greedily as tremors wracked your frame atop Hollis.

Panting, Roman eased out of your mouth, his fingers loosening from your hair only to smooth the tangled strands tenderly. A genuine, sated smile curved his lips as he caught his breath, the city lights casting a soft glow around his sweat-soaked body.

He tucked himself back into his boxers with casual efficiency, then extended a hand, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth to swipe away a stray bead of his release.

He pressed the digit past your lips, letting you suck it clean with a playful glint in his eye before withdrawing it with a deliberate pop, the sound hanging in the charged air like an aftershock.

You slide off Hollis on shaky legs, the world tilting as your muscles quiver from the intensity of the night, but before you can tumble backward against the couch, Hollis stands swiftly and catches you — his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

He scoops you up effortlessly, hands sliding under your thighs to grip your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he carries you toward the kitchen. Your bare pussy presses flush against his stomach, the heat of his skin against your slick folds sending fresh sparks of arousal through you with every step.

He sets you down on the edge of the table, the cool wood a stark contrast to your heated body, and eases you back until you're lying flat on your back, legs dangling off the side.

Roman moves to the fridge beside you, the door swinging open with a soft hum, and he pulls out a bottle of champagne. The cork pops with a sharp crack, fizzing bubbles spilling over as he pours it into a glass, the golden liquid swirling invitingly.

"I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table, and Roman’s gonna watch you come undone on my cock," Hollis tells you, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that makes your core clench.

He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet kitchen before he shoves his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock springs free, thick and veined, already hard and leaking at the tip. He grips it in his palm, stroking the length a few times — his fist pumping deliberately, making it twitch — before stepping forward. The thick pink tip teases your sensitive clit, rubbing in slow circles through your soaked folds, and you gasp sharply, hips bucking up as you reach for him.

"Please..." you whimper, fingers brushing his wrist, desperate for more.

Hollis searches your face, lust consuming him — his eyes dark and hooded, every muscle in his body taut with hunger, shaping his jaw into a clenched line. He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it over his shoulder, the position opening you wider.

"Take a deep breath for me," he smirks, the predatory glint in his eye making you shudder. You try, inhaling shakily, but you don't even make it through a full breath before he surges forward, slamming his cock into you with a long, rough thrust.

Your head flies back against the table, a scream tearing from your throat — "Hollis! Fuck! Oh my god!" — the sudden stretch burning deliciously as he fills you completely, bottoming out in one go.

Hollis doesn't give you time to adjust; he starts pounding into your soaking pussy right away, hips snapping with brutal force, the table creaking under the assault.

"So fucking tight, baby — scream for me all you want," he growls, leaning in to bite down gently on your calf, teeth sinking deeper into the muscle as you clench around him involuntarily, walls fluttering.

"God, baby. The way you’re wrapping around me is a problem." Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your stomach tightening in a way that makes your entire body sizzle with pleasure.

"I-I can’t," you gasp, hands clawing at the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood as he thrusts relentlessly, each plunge driving deeper, hitting spots that make your vision blur.

"Yes you can — you can take it, sweetheart, c'mon," Hollis urges, leaning forward to bend you in half, your knee nearly touching your shoulder as he fucks even deeper, the angle letting him grind against your cervix.

Tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, one sliding down your cheek in a hot trail, and you feel Roman's hand reach down, his thumb smoothing it away tenderly.

He leans close to your face, his breath warm on your skin, eyes flicking over to Hollis as he continues to pound into you, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the air.

"How good does it feel, doll? Tell me," Roman murmurs, his voice smooth and coaxing.

You swallow sharply, trying to catch your breath amid Hollis's assault on your pussy, the words stumbling out. "It f-feels—fuck!" Hollis pulls out suddenly, leaving just the tip inside, your walls clenching around nothing before he thrusts all the way back in, the tease making you arch off the table.

"So good! So fucking good..." you manage, voice breaking.

Amused, Roman straightens and swirls the champagne in his glass, the liquid catching the light, before leaning back down. "Tilt your head back," he instructs, and you obey instantly, craning your neck. "Now open your mouth." Your lips part wide, tongue out slightly, and he takes a slow sip, the bubbles tickling his tongue.

He leans in close — noses brushing, eyes locked on yours — before spitting the champagne into your mouth, the warm, fizzy liquid mixing with his saliva sliding over your tongue.

You moan softly, the intimate act making the knot in your stomach tighten unbearably, the tangy sweetness and the knowledge that it came from his mouth pushing you higher.

Hollis grabs your other leg, hooking it over his opposite shoulder, and pinches your thighs together, the pressure intensifying every sensation as he fucks into you harder than ever — hips pistoning, cock dragging along your walls with punishing speed.

Your breathing turns to ragged pants, every inch of your body heating up like a furnace, fingers digging into the table hard enough to leave faint dents in the wood.

Hollis groans loudly above you, the sound raw and desperate, and you feel his hips stutter, his cock swelling thicker inside you, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots.

Roman's fingers reach down then, twisting your nipples sharply under your bra — pinching and rolling the hardened peaks — and that sends you spiraling over the edge.

Your brain numbs in a haze of white-hot pleasure, the coil in your stomach snapping as a gush of warm liquid squirts from you, splashing across Hollis’s stomach, soaking his abs in a glistening sheen.

He mutters a low "Fuck," eyes widening at the sight, before his own release hits — cock throbbing as he spills inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your insides, flooding you with heat that seeps deeper with each pulse.

His head falls against your shoulder, body heavy and spent, as he gently lowers your legs, both of you breathing heavily, chests heaving in unison.

"Your pussy is heaven, sweetheart," he murmurs, nipping at your neck with his teeth before straightening up, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, cum trickling from your entrance onto the table beneath you. He pulls back to stand tall, his muscular frame glistening with sweat.

"Hope you're not too tired."

You shake your head weakly, utterly spent from the way Hollis had pounded into you, but when you try to stand, your legs buckle beneath you like jelly.

A soft chuckle rumbles from both men — Hollis's deep and commanding, Roman's lighter and teasing. Roman steps in smoothly, wrapping a strong arm around your waist while the other scoops under your knees, lifting you bridal-style with effortless grace.

His toned chest presses warm and firm against your cheek, the steady thump of his heartbeat lulling you as exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. You fight the urge to slump fully into him, savoring the secure hold as he carries you through the dimly lit hallway into the bedroom.

The room envelops you in soft shadows, the king-sized bed filling the center. Roman lowers you gently onto the end of the bed, your bare feet dangling just above the plush carpet.

Hollis follows close behind, shutting the door with a click that seals the three of you in. He strides to the sleek safe tucked in the corner, punching in the code with practiced fingers before the lock beeps open.

From inside, he extracts a thick wad of cash, the bills crisp. He approaches you with confidence, peeling off a few bills and dangling them teasingly in front of your face. "Take your bra off," he commands, his voice a low rumble that sends fresh shivers down your spine.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach behind your back, unhooking the clasp with a soft snap. The lace bra slips down your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room, nipples hardening instantly under their gazes.

You let it fall on the floor beside you. Hollis's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he sets the money beside your hip on the bed, then steps back to Roman's side, their bodies brushing in a way that hints at their unspoken dynamic.

"Touch yourself," Hollis orders next, his eyes locked on yours with unyielding intensity. You swallow hard, the buzz of arousal still humming through your core, and slide your hand down your stomach.

Your fingers meet your swollen clit, slick with remnants of your earlier release, and a soft whimper escapes your lips as you begin to circle it slowly.

The sensation reignites the fire, your body arching subtly into the touch. Hollis nods approvingly, counting out a larger stack of bills and tossing them lightly at your feet — they flutter down like confetti, scattering across the carpet.

Then, in a move that catches you off guard, Hollis circles behind Roman, his large hands gripping his hips to guide him forward a few deliberate steps until he's standing right before you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Hollis presses the wad of cash into Roman's palm. "Give her three hundred every time she impresses you," he instructs, his tone brooking no argument.

Roman nods, his breath hitching as Hollis's hand snakes around his toned stomach, dipping lower into the waistband of his boxers. Those skilled fingers cup Roman's hardening cock under the thin fabric, eliciting a deep groan from him as his hips buck instinctively into the firm grip.

Your own fingers quicken on your clit, rubbing in tight, urgent circles as you watch Hollis tease Roman — the sight of them making your empty pussy clench with desperate need. Hollis tugs Roman's boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick cock to bob heavily in the air.

He wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your eyes lock with Roman's, both of your faces twisting in shared pleasure — your hips grinding against your fingers, his thrusting into Hollis's tight hold.

Every time your pace intensifies or a moan slips from your throat, Roman fumbles with the cash, tossing bills haphazardly into the air above you.

They rain down softly, some sticking to your sweat-dampened skin, others piling at your feet. Roman bites his lower lip hard, stifling a whine as Hollis glances over his shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses up the column of his neck.

His thumb swirls over Roman's throbbing tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum there, and Roman's body jerks violently from the overload, but Hollis's free arm bands around his waist, holding him steady. "Hollis, fuck..." Roman whimpers breathlessly, his voice a ragged whisper that barely cuts through the heavy air.

You chew your own lip, mirroring his desperation as your fingers fly faster, the pressure coiling tight and hot in your belly. "I'm gonna cum soon..." you moan, the words tumbling out unbidden.

Roman groans in response, his eyes darkening. "Me too." Your head tips backwards, the world narrowing to the electric build-up, and then it crashes over you — your body going rigid as waves of bliss shatter through every nerve, your pussy spasming and dripping fresh release onto the sheets below.

Roman watches you intently, his own hips snapping erratically into Hollis's fist as your orgasm unfolds, the sight pushing him to the edge. But just as he's about to tip over, Hollis releases his cock with a wicked chuckle, leaving Roman's length twitching desperately in the open air.

A unsatisfied whimper spills from Roman's lips as he spins to face Hollis. "What the fuck?" he complains, annoyance lacing his flushed tone.

Hollis laughs, a deep, amused sound that vibrates through the room, and jerks his chin toward you. "It's your turn to fuck that perfect pussy — you should be thanking me." Roman brushes off the words entirely, his focus shifting back to you with pure hunger.

You scoot backward to the headboard, your heart pounding in anticipation as he climbs up to join you.

Roman lowers his head between your thighs, his breath warm and teasing against your sensitive skin as he drinks in the sight of your plump, soaked pussy — still glistening from your previous releases, lips swollen and inviting.

His eyes darken, and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, trailing his lips slowly along your body.

By the time he reaches your face, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His face hovers just inches above yours, breath mingling with your own, before he dips to your neck — kissing the tender skin there, then biting down with just enough pressure to make you gasp, his teeth grazing as his rock-hard cock bucks insistently against your thigh, the thick length sliding hot and heavy.

"You gonna take this dick, angel?" he tempts, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that vibrates against your pulse.

"Yes..." you breathe, your hand reaching out to grab his arm, fingers digging into the firm muscle.

He shakes his head with a teasing tsk, his grip tightening on your hip. "You were falling apart on Hollis—gotta prove you can really take dick." In a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sheets cool against your flushed skin.

You arch your back instinctively, pushing your ass up and wiggling it against him, the movement desperate and inviting as you feel his cock nudge your cheeks.

Roman lines himself up with your entrance, the blunt tip pressing against your slick folds before he pushes in just enough to coat himself in your juices, the stretch already making you whimper.

Then, with a deep groan, he thrusts all the way in, burying his cock to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You cry out, the overwhelming fullness hitting you like a wave — his thickness stretching your walls, filling every inch as he starts pounding into you relentlessly.

Your ass slaps against his pelvis with each brutal thrust, the rhythmic smack echoing in the room, skin heating from the impact.

"Take it—fucking take this dick," he growls, his hand snaking up to grab the back of your neck. He pulls you up roughly, forcing your back to arch against his chest, your bodies pressed flush as he fucks harder, deeper, his hips snapping with unyielding force.

The long night of pleasure has both of you teetering on the edge already; your whines come out scratchy, throat raw from hours of moaning, but the ache only fuels the fire building inside you.

He angles his hips just right, the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot deep in you, sending bursts of white-hot pleasure exploding across your eyes — stars dancing in your vision with every hit.

Sweat beads on both your foreheads, trickling down your temples and between your breasts, the salty tang mixing with the musky scent of sex filling the air.

You collapse forward onto all fours, the position letting him drive even deeper, and your moans spill out uncontrollably now — no holding back, even as your throat burns from the strain, the raw sounds pushing you both closer.

Roman's hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting blooming hot and immediate, drawing a gasp that melts into a deep moan.

He rubs the heated spot soothingly with his palm, fingers kneading the flesh, before delivering an even harder smack — watching intently as the red imprint of his hand blooms across your skin, the mark a vivid contrast to your flushed cheeks.

The sharp pain mingles with the relentless plunge of his cock, the pressure coiling tighter, faster, your pussy fluttering around him in response.

"Cum for me, angel—one more, give it to me," he demands, his voice rough and strained, edged with his own desperation.

His words shatter your control; your pussy clamps down hard on his cock, squeezing rhythmically as the orgasm crashes over you.

You scream his name, the sound tearing from your chest, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rip through you.

Roman doesn't stop — he fucks you through it, his thrusts turning rougher yet more restrained, drawing out the bliss until your legs tremble uncontrollably beneath you, muscles quivering from the overload.

"Gonna fill this fucking pussy to the brim," he says shakily, his control fraying. With a final, deep bury to the hilt, his cock pulses wildly inside you, hot spurts of cum flooding your insides, coating your walls in thick, warmth that seeps deeper with each twitch.

You collapse fully against the bed, body spent and heavy, every limb aching with delicious exhaustion. Roman leans down, pressing soft kisses along your back — tender and lingering — before pulling out with a wet sound and slipping off the bed. The door creaks open briefly as he steps out, leaving you boneless in the rumpled sheets.

Hollis slides onto the bed beside you moments later, his strong arms gathering you close, pulling your sweat-dampened body against his broad chest. His fingers thread gently through your hair, stroking down in soothing passes, the warmth of him grounding you as your breathing evens out.

Roman returns soon after, a damp, warm towel in hand. You part your legs for him without hesitation, trusting and exposed, and he kneels between them carefully, wiping you clean with gentle strokes — easing the sensitivity, the cloth warm against your tender folds.

Satisfied, he discards it and climbs back in, curling into your side, his body fitting perfectly against yours as Hollis holds you from the other.

"We're keeping you, y/n," Hollis murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

"You're our girl now," Roman confirms, his hand resting possessively on your hip.

You smile softly, the words wrapping around you like a promise, the last thing you hear before exhaustion pulls you under, drifting into a deep, contented sleep nestled between them.

wc :: 700

!! :: smut , suggestive

♡ ₊˚‧ ♡ ₊˚‧ Thinking about Nerd Roman and Reader..

Nerd!Roman who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the second you stepped into class. These days he’s barely paying attention to the professor, he’d much rather spend his time admiring you.

Nerd!Roman whose mind starts to wander each day he watches you gently tuck your hair behind your ear. He focuses on the way you bite your lip when you’re really focused. 

Nerd!Roman who “studies” in the library more often. Hair messily tied into a pony tail, propped up right beside the window watching you work at the cafe across the street. Wondering if a girl like you could ever want a guy like him.

Nerd!Roman who swears he forgot how to breathe when you approached him after lecture. Your top low enough to flaunt what’s hidden underneath. You’d missed the past two lectures due to being sick (which he noticed and was heavily worried about) and was wondering if he had the notes. 

Nerd!Roman who stumbles over his words. “Y-yeah, you can take a picture of them” he scavenges for the page in his notebook. Suddenly, a genius idea falls upon him. “Or I-I could send them to you, there’s a lot of pages and I kind of have to run”. The corners of your lips begin to curl, catching on to the game he’s playing. “Okay, sure” you agreed, he was kind of cute.

Nerd!Roman who can’t help but feel nervous around you. His palms are now home to pools of sweat. He clears his throat every time he begins a new sentence in an attempt to drop his voice to a lower octave. That causes you to giggle. Which results in him feeling his jeans become a bit tighter.

Nerd!Roman who was finally able to get your phone number. He could feel the incoming erection as you turned on your heel and walked away, turning back at him once more to wave goodbye. 

Nerd!Roman who walked home with his laptop in front of his crotch, embarrassed by how hard he was. That night all he could think about was you. He adored the way you refused to wear any color that wasn’t pink, the way you always had a cute accessory in your hair. He could only imagine how your soft voice sounded echoing his name. 

Nerd!Roman who kept checking his phone hoping you’d text him back. It’s been 3 hours since he sent you the note. Did you give him a fake number?

[4 Attachment’s] 

name: you’re such a sweetheart! tysm💗

roman: No prob :)))

Nerd!Roman who shuts off his phone and tosses it somewhere in his messy room, stomach attacked by butterflies. His room which has posters of Maps and old scientists, and can’t forget the shelves of figurines. 

Nerd!Roman who notices you wearing shorter skirts and tighter tops. Damn it now he’s bound to fail this course, he can’t give anything else the grace of his attention. All he wants to know is how good you’d feel around him. Probably so tight an- 

He missed 60 minutes of instruction, you’re his pretty distraction after all.

Nerd!Roman who can’t help but check every corner of the internet for your instagram. His search came to an end when he went through the following list of the cafe you worked at. Perfect.

Nerd!Roman who uses his treasure as material to jerk off. head thrown back as he runs his hand up and down his cock, gasping quietly as if there’s anyone else in the apartment. 

Nerd!Roman who reaches his climax to a photo of you on the beach wearing a tiny pink bikini. Chanting your name, moving faster as if his hand was yours. Your voice replays in his head, causing him to squeeze tighter. 

Nerd!Roman who finishes with one fina grunt of your name. Now stroking his length slowly, opposite to his previous pace. white pearls run down his member, beads of sweat kiss his face. 

Nerd!Roman who can no longer take it. He lies there semi-satisfied but it wasn’t enough. He just had to have you!

Nerd!Roman who decides to shoot his shot. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right?

roman: you’re hot.

Nice one, Roman.

sfw & nsfw

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bf!roman who doesn't care what you wear anywhere, thinks it's not your job or responsibility to wear certain things for his sake. he loves that you express yourself freely without thinking about others, and he knows he can fight anyone who tries anything with you.

bf!roman who keeps pain meds on him at all times in case you ever get a headache or cramps when youre on your period.

bf!roman who deals on the low and when dealing to sketchy clients, keeps you far away. never lets you in any situation that'd cause you harm or bring you near danger.

bf!roman who loves when you model for brands or magazines, always making sure to buy a copy of the campaign and put the posters of you up on his walls.

bf!roman who dedicates mami to you every time you're at a show, facing you and singing it to you the whole time.

bf!roman who knows he's hot and that his fans thirst over him. he loves feeding into it to make you jealous and bratty, and loves fucking that attitude right out of you later.

bf!roman who listens to whatever music you say you like or movies you mention you've watched and will buy you the physical form of whatever movie or album if he can find it.

bf!roman who loves when you read to him before bed even if it's childish, if he sees you reading before bed he'll ask if you can read whatever book to him. it's less of the book itself that he enjoys, it's your voice that calms him down after long days and lets him sleep easier.

bf!roman who hand-writes apologies after any argument no matter how small, at least a page or two every time.

bf!roman who loves fucking you backstage before or after shows, before if he needs to calm down or take out a little extra energy, after to let out extra excitement and energy. he loves making you a little loud sometimes so other people backstage can hear you two, likes the thrill of it.

bf!roman who loves when you get scared watching horror movies, quietly laughing when you bury your face in his chest at the especially gory scenes.

bf!roman who will kiss you anywhere any time he can. sitting on the couch with your legs pulled up to your chest? he'll lean over and kiss your knees. sleeping with your arm outstretched next to him? he'll kiss his way up and down it. he loves being physically affectionate.

bf!roman who loves pulling your hair, especially when he's fucking you from behind. never enough to hurt you, but enough to make you whine.

bf!roman who doesnt care who thinks pda is gross, he's all over you any chance he can get. not always kissing you, but at least always having an arm around your waist or a hand on your hip.

bf!roman who'd gladly get your name tattooed on him, probably on the back of his neck or his v line.

bf!roman who'd draw you up any tattoo you want and put it on you, free of charge, although sometimes he'll make you braid his hair while he works.

bf!roman who loves when you try on clothes for him when you're out shopping, shushing any self critical comments you make. he buys you anything you remotely like, even if you say you'll probably only wear it once.

bf!roman who gets you two matching anything. shirts, sunglasses, keychains, pj pants, lighters, jewelry, etc.

bf!roman who lovesssss fucking you when you're on your period. free lube ig but he thinks its hot and likes making you feel good when you're in pain from cramps

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Roommate

+ rommulas x reader, one shot(?)

You were scared of moving to LA.

Not in the dramatic, movie-way people always talked about, but in the quiet moments. The kind that crept in when you were alone with your thoughts, staring at unfamiliar streets, wondering if you’d made a mistake leaving everything you knew.

You moved for college. For work too, your aunt owned a small clinic and had offered you a spot there while you finished school. It was an opportunity you couldn’t say no to, even if it meant uprooting your life and landing in a city that felt too big, too loud, too full of people who already seemed to know where they were going.

You were grateful, though. Truly. For your aunt. For the job. For the chance. And especially for your friend Sirena.

Sirena had held your hand through the scariest part– finding a place to live. Rent prices alone were enough to make you spiral, until she called one night, voice bright and reassuring.

“My boyfriend’s friend has an apartment,” she’d said. “He’s got an extra room, but he’s barely there. His name’s Roman. Super chill. You don’t have to worry about him.”

That’s how you met him.

Roman wasn’t what you expected. He wasn’t loud or intimidating or overly curious, well at least not with you. He was calm, like he had all the time in the world.

You’d only met him a few times from what you remembered. He’d been leaning against the kitchen counter, black hoodie half-zipped, cargo pants, and hair a little messy like he didn’t try but still somehow looked put together. When he smiled, it was easy and soft, like nothing really rattled him.

“Take the room you want,” he’d said. “Honestly, you can decorate however. I don’t know what to do with the place.”

That sentence alone made you trust him.

Now, the apartment was officially yours too.

Boxes were stacked against the walls, sunlight spilling in through clean windows. It still smelled like fresh paint and something citrusy from the cleaning spray you’d used the night before.

Too quiet, though.

⸻

You hadn’t seen Roman since that day.

you padded into the kitchen in socks and an oversized tee, half-asleep and thinking about coffee when the fridge door opened.

A tall figure stood there, back turned, digging through the fridge like he belonged there. Which technically he did. But your brain didn’t catch up fast enough.

“Oh my” you gasped, hand flying to your chest.

Roman turned instantly. “Shit… sorry,” he said, eyes widening before softening. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ah... you’re here today?” you blurted, still startled.

He smiled, amused. “Good morning to you too.”

You laughed awkwardly, shaking your head. “Sorry. It’s just… you’re never home.”

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water. “Busy with work. But I had a free morning.”

You leaned against the counter, suddenly aware of how plain the apartment looked in daylight. White walls. Bare shelves. No personality yet.

“I was actually thinking,” you started, hesitating. “I already added some stuff here, but the place still looks… empty.”

Roman glanced around. “Yeah. That’s why I gave you full decorating control. I’m bad at that.”

You smiled. “I wanna add more personality. Plants. Lamps. Anything that says people live here.”

He huffed a laugh, looking around like he was seeing it properly for the first time. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I’d appreciate that. It could feel more like home.”

You hesitated again, nerves creeping in. “Um… would you wanna go to IKEA with me today?”

Then you rushed out, “It’s totally okay if not. You’re probably busy and—”

“I’m free,” he said easily.

You blinked. “You are?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Could be fun.”

Fun.

You nodded, trying not to overthink it. “Okay. Cool… let’s go to IKEA.”

⸻

Roman offered to drive. Quiet music, windows open, the city stretching out around you. The car ride felt comfortable not silent or forced.

His car smelled good and clean, like he took care of it without making a big deal out of it. You shifted in your seat, noticing how relaxed he looked behind the wheel, one hand resting easy as he drove.

“So,” you said, fingers tracing the seam of your bag, the fabric worn thin from nervous habits you didn’t realize you had. “What do you do? Like, work-wise?”

Roman glanced at you briefly, eyes soft before returning to the road. One hand rested on the steering wheel, the other tapping lightly against it in time with the music. “I make music. With Hollis.”

“That’s cool,” you said. “How’d you get into that?”

He shrugged. “Started messing around when I was younger. Just stuck.”

“What’s the best part?” you asked.

He slowed at a red light, thinking for a moment before answering. “Finishing something,” he said. “And knowing it sounds right.”

You smiled. “That makes sense.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“I work at my aunt’s clinic,” you said. “I’m in college too.”

“Doing both?” he asked. “That’s a lot.”

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. “Some days feel heavier than others.”

He nodded, fingers tightening briefly on the wheel before relaxing again. “Yeah. But you seem like you handle it well.”

You blinked. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I do.”

Something about the way he said it... like he meant it, made your throat tighten just a little. You blinked, smiling to yourself and looking away.

By the time you got to IKEA, the awkwardness had softened into something lighter.

Roman grabbed the cart without a word, pushing it like it was his job. You wandered ahead, brushing your fingers along the edges of lamps and pillows, occasionally crouching to check a rug’s texture or picking up a small throw blanket just to feel it. Every now and then, you glanced back and sure enough, he was watching you, leaning slightly on the cart, that quiet, amused expression on his face like he didn’t even realize it.

You felt your chest do a little flip when his eyes met yours for a split second, and quickly looked down at the rug in your hands, pretending to inspect it more closely.

At one point, a stranger passed by and smiled.

“Sorry,” she said, stopping. “I just wanted to say that you and your boyfriend look really cute.”

Your face heated instantly. You almost dropped the throw. “Oh! We’re just friends,” you laughed quickly, waving your hand awkwardly. “But thank you!”

Roman laughed too, pushing the cart forward once she walked away.

“We’re friends?” he teased.

You glanced at him. “Well, yeah. We live in the same house now. Might as well be friends.”

Then, realizing how that sounded, you added quickly, “Unless you don’t want to. That’d be awkward. I just—”

“I’m cool with friends,” he said, smiling at you. “Very cool with that.”

You nodded, heart doing something stupid in your chest, cheeks still warm. You shifted the pillow in your hands, trying not to look at him too much, but secretly stealing glances as your stomach fluttered every time he smiled.

── ‧₊˚⊹ warnings .ᐟ experienced!roman x religious virgin!reader. +18 smut. corruption k!nk. religious talk. manipulative roman. fingering. making out. dirty talk. ⋆｡ ˚༘

── ‧₊˚⊹ shaley’s note .ᐟ i'm not religious so i’m sorry if something doesn't make sense. english isn't my first language. ⋆｡ ˚༘

wc: 3.1k | unedited | lowercase intentional

tags: rommulas, rommulas x reader, roman leal, fluff, alcohol use, drunkenness, sweet/soft roman, established relationship, boyfriend! roman, brief boyliife mention, the cutest gentlest roman ever wow

i really just love him so much so here’s him taking care of you while drunk ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

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there was no sugarcoating it; you were drunk. you’d been out at the club celebrating a good friend’s 22nd birthday for close to four hours now, and the drinks were catching up. you hadn’t planned to go so hard, but everyone seemed to want to chip in a birthday round of shots for the table. you lost count around six, and that was on top of the drinks you’d had at pres and then bought yourself. you were having one of those moments of clarity in the bathroom - gripping the sink and staring at yourself in the mirror as you felt each drink hit you like a semi truck. the world was moving in nauseating waves, rocking you like a boat on a rough sea.

someone banged on the bathroom door, and it hit you that you’d been in there entirely too long. it could’ve been anything between ten minutes and an hour you were so damn out of it. you stumbled out of the bathroom, looking around through the packed mass of bodies for your friends and your boyfriend. it was easy enough when one was a 6’5 platinum blond, so even in your drunken haze you located them pretty quickly. getting through the crowd to them was the hard part - the people packed so tightly it was almost impossible to move. you weaved your way through drunk girls making out with each other, creepy guys reaching out to you, and at least a dozen visibly underage teens riding the high of their fake id’s getting accepted.

eventually you made it to your group, falling into roman’s arms as you tripped on the last step. you looked up at him and realised suddenly how pretty he was - he looked so beautiful tonight. you stood silently for a moment just gazing at him, taking in his features one by one. it wasn’t often that you got to just stare at him shamelessly like this - though in your opinion it should’ve been a lot more. how was he walking around looking this glorious all the time? he was like a disney prince with his shiny hair and his doe like eyes. and you were somehow the one calling him your boyfriend. how fucking lucky you were.

“you okay baby?” he asked softly after a while, leaning down close so you could hear him. of course you were okay, you were better than okay. you were in the arms of the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the earth, drunk out of your mind, and he was looking at you like the most precious thing he’d ever touched. how could you not be okay?

“yess my loveee,” you slurred, leaning into him so hard you almost fell over. he led you over to a nearby booth to sit, pulling you into his lap. this was comfy, this was perfect. a little secluded from everyone else, just you and the angel of a man holding you. he was looking at you a little concerned, maybe because your words were practically incoherent, maybe because your eyes couldn’t focus for the life of themselves. but you didn’t have it in you to care. you carded a hand through his hair, feeling the soft waves as they ran like liquid through your fingers.

“i think we need to get you home sweetheart,” he muttered, growing more concerned by the minute. you were confused - you were having sooo much fun here. all your friends were around and the music was lovely and loud and you didn’t wanna go home at all. before you could even protest, he took your hand in his and helped you stand back up. you forgot what complaints you had as soon as he did, his warmth and stability clouding your memory.

he carefully ducked and weaved through the crowd of bodies, throwing a quick explanation to your friends. he didn’t really need to though, with the way your body was loosely stumbling behind his it was clear you were ready to go home. he managed to get you outside safely, hailing a cab and gently guiding you into the backseat. you were suddenly feeling sooo sleepy, and it was taking all of your strength not to pass out then and there. you knew roman wouldn’t want you to. or maybe he wouldn’t mind… the seat was just so warm and the car was rocking so smoothly and before you knew it you were drifting off.

you weren’t sure how long it had been before you were being shaken awake - it couldn’t be too long as you were still in the car. roman’s gentle voice cut through the silence, “wake up and come inside baby, then you can sleep.” you were perfectly comfortable sleeping right then and there, but you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that this wasn’t allowed. reluctantly, you sat up, your head immediately spinning. with a lot of help from roman you managed to get out of the car, leaning on him for stability as you made your towards his apartment together.

you could barely stay awake let alone walk, so after only a couple of steps he realised you weren’t going to make it on your own. with a fond sigh, he picked you up, swinging your legs over one arm to carry you like a princess. this was much better. this was amazing in fact, save for the way your head was bobbing against his arm with every step making you dizzy. you couldn’t see anything, your vision blurry and disjointed from the alcohol and the brief nap. so you shut your eyes, trusting him to keep you safe as he walked through the apartment.

with your eyes shut you couldn’t tell where you were, not until you were being laid gently into bed. you cried out softly at the loss of contact with roman, but he didn’t go far - a moment later you felt his hands on your feet, pulling off your heels. with each movement he made he pressed another kiss against you; on your forehead when he laid you down, on your calves as he removed your shoes, and now on your collarbones as he reached under your shirt and unclipped your bra.

it wasn’t sexual, it was caring, making sure you were comfortable as you slept (though you could’ve slept just as easily on a bed of nails at this point). you still had your makeup on, and that tight denim skirt, but there was only so much to be done before he worried he was crossing a line. he knew you’d be confused in the morning, he knew your drinking habits well enough ti know you were blacked out right now. waking up in bed with no memory of how you got there would be distressing enough, he didn’t want to add the confusion of waking up naked to your list of troubles.

once he’d done all that he could, including gently tugging the hair tie out of your hair and combing his fingers through it to release the tension, he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body. you were still awake, but only barely, you were practically unresponsive. your head was empty, the only thoughts you could form being how comfortable you were and how warm roman was. you wanted him near you, reaching out to the side of bed you knew he was on by the pressure against the mattress. your eyes were closed - too heavy to keep open - as he pulled you tighter to his chest.

somewhere in the back of your mind you were vaguely conscious of wanting to stay up and talk to him, to get to enjoy the feeling of his hands in your hair and around your waist. but exhaustion won out, and the last thing you could remember before you knocked out was him peppering soft kisses into your hair.

roman didn’t stay awake much longer than you, only taking a few minutes to himself to watch you sleep. not in a creepy way, just that he truly felt so lucky to be able to call you his, to get to have you like this. so peaceful, so beautiful, and all to

himself. soon enough, he drifted off as well, his head pressed against your shoulder and the rest of his body curled tight against yours. with him next to you, you felt safer than anywhere else in the world. and for roman, getting to take care of you like this made him feel more at peace than anything else could.