thoughts?
bsf roman x bsf reader
tf/wf
sending roman “nudes” on accident
!cw! roman lowkey cheating, lots of making out, thigh riding, fingering, praise! weed smoking
an: hey let’s just pretend i wasn’t thinking about deleting my account
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(4-5)
you couldn’t sit still
you’d tried sitting on the edge of your bed, but within seconds you were back on your feet, pacing from one side of the room to the other
every few steps, you’d glance at your phone.
then the window
then the door
then your phone again
when the knock finally came, you practically ran to it
roman was standing on the other side
the second he saw you, his expression softened
“hey.”
you stepped aside to let him in
“hi.”
he barely made it two steps before you started pacing again
roman watched you cross the room, turn around, and come back
“you’ve been doing that this whole time?”
“maybe.”
“you’re gonna wear the floor out.”
you gave him a weak look
“i don’t know what i’m doing.”
roman was quiet for a moment
then he took a step in front of you
“hey.”
you looked up
“look at me.”
he looked down at you, his eyes filled with worry
“you’re okay.”
you swallowed
“i don’t feel okay.”
“i know.”
he reached for your hand, gently pulling you to a stop
“but you don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”
you looked down at your hands
“i feel stupid.”
“don’t.”
“but—”
“i said don’t.”
“you’re not stupid.”
you stayed quiet
roman tilted his head slightly, trying to catch your eyes again.
“you’re pretty, you know that?”
you gave him a small, confused look
“what?”
“you’re pretty.”
a tiny laugh escaped you
“that’s random.”
“i’m serious.”
he squeezed your hand
“you’re sweet. you’re thoughtful. you care way too much about what everyone else thinks.”
you looked away, and bite the skin on the inside of your cheek
“and you deserve better than somebody making you feel like you have to prove you’re worth something.”
you heavy sighed
“you hear me?”
you nodded
“you’re worth more than that.”
your eyes started to sting
“roman…”
“no, i’m serious.”
he lowered his voice
“don’t let some asshole convince you otherwise.”
you stood there quietly for a moment before finally leaning against him
roman immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders
“there you go.”
you exhaled shakily
“i’m still scared.”
“you can be scared.”
his hand rested gently against your shoulder
“just don’t be scared by yourself.”
you closed your eyes
for once, you stopped pacing
and roman didn’t ask you to explain anything else
he just stayed there. once you’d calmed down enough to stop pacing, you ended up sitting beside roman on the couch
you pulled your legs underneath yourself, still fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt while roman watched you
“okay,” he said quietly. “tell me everything.”
you sighed
“everything?”
“everything.”
so you did
you started from the beginning, explaining what happened, what was said, what you’d been thinking, and all the little details you’d been too embarrassed to mention before.
roman listened
like sat there and nodded, kept eye contact, just really listened
every once in a while, he’d interrupt with a quiet question, making sure he understood what you meant
when you started talking too quickly, his hand settled over your knee
“slow down.”
you looked at him
“sorry.”
“don’t apologize.”
his thumb moved absentmindedly against the fabric of your pants
“just breathe.”
you nodded and continued
eventually, you reached the part you’d been overthinking the most
you picked at your sleeve
“and then i just felt stupid.”
roman immediately frowned
“why?”
“because i didn’t know what to say.”
“that doesn’t make you stupid.”
“it felt stupid.”
“yeah, well, feelings aren’t always right.”
you looked at him
he reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear
“you didn’t do anything wrong.”
you swallowed
“i know.”
“do you?”
you hesitated
roman gave you a look
“because you keep saying you know, but you don’t look like you believe me.”
you smiled faintly
“maybe i don’t.”
“then i’ll keep telling you.”
his fingers brushed lightly through your hair before resting against the side of your head
“you’re worth more than somebody making you feel like you have to earn their respect.”
you looked down.
“i don’t know…”
“i mean it.”
his hand slipped back down, settling around yours
“you’re worth more than that.”
you squeezed his fingers
“you’re being nice.”
“don’t get used to it.”
you laughed softly
“there roman is.”
“shut up.”
you leaned against his shoulder, and he immediately shifted closer so you didn’t have to reach, his arm went around you, his hand resting loosely against your upper arm
you stayed there for a moment.
“do you think i handled it okay?”
“yeah.”
“really?”
“really.”
“even though i panicked?”
“especially because you panicked and still managed to figure it out.”
you smiled against his shoulder
“thank you.”
roman glanced down at you
“you’re welcome, pretty girl.”
you went quiet
“what?”
“nothing.”
“you’re smiling.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
you tried hiding your face against his shoulder, roman laughed quietly and pulled you a little closer
“there you go.”
and somehow, after talking through every little detail with him, everything didn’t feel quite as overwhelming anymore
the room felt warmer now, like the tension had bled out of it. you stayed curled against roman’s side, your breathing slow and even, no longer rushed with anxiety.
outside, a car passed by on the street below. headlights swept across the ceiling for just a second before fading again.
roman rested his chin lightly on top of your head. one hand still loosely wrapped around your arm; the other held yours gently between both palms, thumb tracing small circles over your knuckles without thinking about it.
you weren’t talking anymore.
neither was he.
just silence that didn’t feel heavy or awkward at all, just peaceful quiet between two people who trusted each other completely right then
after another minute or so,
he kissed the top of your hair
softly
it was barely there.
soft enough that you almost could’ve convinced yourself it hadn’t happened
but roman knew exactly what he’d done.
he went still
then, almost immediately, he pulled his hand
away from your arm
“shit.”
you lifted your head from his shoulder
roman looked away, jaw tightening as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck
“sorry.”
“for what?”
he let out a quiet breath
“that.”
his eyes flicked toward the top of your head before quickly moving away again
“i shouldn’t have done that.”
you stared at him.
“roman, it was just—”
“i know.”
he shook his head
“i know what it was.”
he paused
“but i can’t do that.”
“do what?”
“kiss you.”
the words came out quieter this time
he looked down at his hands
“not like that. not when you’re sitting here trusting me and i’m supposed to be making you feel safe.”
you didn’t say anything
roman swallowed
“i don’t want you wondering if i’m expecting something from you.”
his eyes searched your face
“i’m not.”
you watched him carefully
“i just forgot myself for a second.”
he gave a small, embarrassed laugh
“which is apparently something i shouldn’t be doing.”
you reached over
roman looked at your hand
then at you
“you don’t have to apologize that much.”
“yeah, i do.”
“why?”
“because you’re important to me.”
that made you go quiet
roman looked away again
“and if i’m going to be here for you, then i need to actually be here for you.”
his fingers gently turned beneath yours until he could hold your hand again
“not make things confusing.”
you squeezed his hand
“okay.”
he nodded
“okay.”
and for a while, that was all either of you said
roman stayed beside you
close enough to be comforting
careful enough to let you know he meant every word
the quiet stretched, soft and hazy, like the air before a storm breaks
you didn’t think
not really
one second you were sitting there, holding his hand, your heart still tender from everything that had happened. the next, something just pulled
maybe it was the way he’d looked at you when he said you were important.
maybe it was how careful he’d been with every word.
or maybe it was just this overwhelming need to feel something warm and real right now
without warning,
you leaned in
and kissed him
just like that
softly
gently
your lips barely brushing against his at first, as if testing whether this would be allowed or not for a split second, roman froze.
his breath hitched,completely still, as if his whole body had short-circuited the moment your lips touched his.
but then,
then, something in him snapped back to life, not with hesitation, but with sudden urgency.
without pulling away from the kiss,
he cupped your face gently with one hand
and kissed you back, harder.
not rough or demanding,
but deeply, like he’d been holding this in forever and only now realized it was okay to let go
his lips moved against yours slowly at first, testing, learning how you felt.
then firmer
more certain
with quiet desperation hiding beneath each press of his mouth
one arm slid around your waist,
pulling you slightly closer without breaking contact the kiss deepened, soft but hungry, and without thinking, roman shifted
one strong arm wrapped fully around your waist,
and in one smooth motion,
he pulled you right into his lap.
you barely had time to register it before you were straddling him on the couch, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs.
his hands stayed gentle, one cradling the back of your neck, keeping your lips close; the other splayed warm against your lower back like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold tight
he kissed you again
deeper this time
slower too, like now that he could, there was no rush at all
his mouth moved over yours with quiet wonder
neither of you were overthinking anything the world outside the apartment ceased to exist.
no cars.
no streetlights.
no clocks ticking or phones buzzing, nothing mattered except this: you in his lap, mouths moving together like they’d been waiting years for this moment
roman kissed you with a kind of quiet intensity, never hurried, never messy, but thorough, like he wanted to memorize every part of your lips. each kiss lingered just long enough before shifting into another one, softer or deeper depending on how your mouth responded
sometimes he’d pull back slightly,
just an inch,
to breathe
to look at you
your grey-blue eyes hazy now under the dim living room light
and then, without speaking, he'd lean right back in and kiss you again,
gentler sometimes when he saw that dazed little smile forming on your face after a particularly good one
his hands stayed where they were:
one hand still cupping the nape of your neck,
fingers threading softly into your hair;
the other pressed firmly against your back,
keeping you close, not letting space grow between them even for a second it started small, almost accidental.
a slight shift of your hips as you adjusted in his lap,
then another,
gentler this time, like a testing pressure.
you didn’t mean to grind against him.
not at first.
but something about being so close, kissing like this, feeling safe and wanted… it made your body move on its own
soon though,
the movement became more deliberate
slow rolls of your hips
barely there at first
just soft friction through the fabric of both your jeans,
your thighs brushing his legs with each subtle sway
and roman felt it
his breath hitched again, sharper than before, and for a second, he froze mid-kiss. the kiss stayed slow and deep, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world, but then something shifted.
subtly at first
you leaned into him more,
your body pressing closer
and without realizing it fully,
your hips began to move
just slightly.
a tiny roll of your pelvis against his thigh, accidental almost,
like muscle memory taking over
but roman felt it
his breath caught again, sharper this time, and for a second, his lips froze against yours.
he didn’t pull away.
didn’t scold you or stop you.
no words came out at all
instead, his arms tightened around you instinctively
one hand sliding down from your neck to rest low on your back,
right above where the curve of your spine met fabric, and warmth pooled between them the air changed, thicker, warmer
roman’s fingers trembled slightly as they hooked gently into the soft fabric of your sleep shorts at your hip. he didn’t rush. every movement was slow, deliberate, like he was asking permission without words.
his lips left yours for just a second,
breaking the kiss to breathe,
to glance down where his hands were
then,
ever so carefully,
he tugged
just an inch.
just enough to start pulling them downward over your thigh
you stayed still, not stopping him, but not moving either. watching. feeling everything: the cool air against newly exposed skin, roman’s warm palms brushing lightly along your legs as he guided the fabric down further the fabric of your sleep shorts pooled just above your knees now, exposed skin glowing faintly in the soft light from the lamp.
roman’s breathing had gone uneven.
his dark eyes flicked up to yours,
searching,
asking something without speaking
his voice cane out shaky with need:
“…ride my thigh.”
not a command. not demanding at all.
more like an invitation, soft and careful, like he was handing you control entirely
hi hands rested lightly on either side of your hips
no pressure
just waiting
letting you decide if you wanted to move closer or not
without waiting for an answer, because you already knew it was okay from the way he looked at you
you shifted.
slowly,
carefully,
your body sliding forward just enough until your core pressed gently against the top of his thigh
the soft fabric of his jeans created a thin barrier, but even through that, the warmth and firmness were there.
and then, ever so softly
you rolled your hips again, this time on purpose, a slow grind downward,
letting your puffy clit drag lightly along the hard line of his thigh in one smooth motion
a tiny sound escaped you, not loud. not dramatic. just a quiet breath turned into something almost like a sigh or whimper
roman’s breath hitched, hard, the second he felt it
your soft, warm pressure against his thigh sent a jolt through him, his hands tensed on your hips, not squeezing yet,
but holding, like they were anchoring him to this moment so he wouldn’t do something reckless
then, voice was so different from how he usually sounded:
“…fuck.”
it slipped out before he could stop it
hushed
almost reverent
he didn’t scold you, didn't tell you to slow down or that this was too much.
instead,
after swallowing hard,
he whispered:
“that feels good?”
asking.not assuming. giving you the power to say yes or no, your breath came quicker now,shallow and warm against his neck.
you nodded, almost too fast,
then whispered back:
“yeah.”
it was quiet. shy.
but honest.
without another word,
you did it again
a little bolder this time
rolled your hips down in a slow circle,
pressing more firmly now as you rubbed yourself gently along the firm line of his thigh
through both layers of fabric
the sensation made your stomach flip.
warmth pooled low in your belly,
tingling where he touched you, not with hands, but just by being there
and you kept going. the friction built, soft at first, then more deliberate, each time you rolled your hips, the sensitive puff of your clit brushed directly against roman’s upper thigh.
no barriers now, your sleep shorts were pushed down to your knees,
and through his jeans, the heat and pressure focused right on that swollen little bud.
every shift sent a quiet jolt through you.
a throb low in your pelvis, your cunt getting warmer, dampness starting to gather just from this slow grind
you bit your lip
to keep from making any louder sounds than soft breaths
but it was hard, not because it wasn’t good, but because it felt too good
and each movement made roman’s body tense beneath you. roman’s hands, which had been resting still on your hips,
finally moved.
slowly, so slowly, he slid one hand down the curve of your thigh, over warm skin now exposed from where his shorts were bunched at your knees
his fingertips traced higher,
teasing along the sensitive inside of your leg
until they reached the edge of that soft fabric covering you
he slipped two fingers gently beneath it, his fingertips brushed against the warm, damp fabric of your panties, so thin it did nothing to hide how turned on you were
he paused for half a second,
feeling the heat through the material,
noticing how soaked you already were from just grinding on him
with feather-light pressure at first,
he dragged his fingers slowly up and down, along that soft seam where cloth met sensitive skin
testing
learning
seeing if you’d pull away or lean into it
you didn’t pull away.
if anything, you leaned into his touch
a small, involuntary arch of your hips
as his fingers glided over the thin fabric again, right where your clit pulsed under the pressure
your breath came faster now
shallow and warm against roman’s neck
and without thinking,
you pressed down harder into his hand chasing that contact
he felt it
the way you melted slightly, how your body instinctively tilted to give him better access
his eyes flicked down,
watching what he was doing to you through half-lidded focus roman adjusted his fingers
instead of just sliding up and down,
he began to move in small, deliberate circles
right over the soaked fabric covering your clit
each rotation was gentle, precise, not too fast, not too hard, just soft pressure in slow little loops that built sensation without rushing, his thumb joined in,
resting lightly on top of the bundle of nerves beneath thin cotton
and then rotating with quiet precision,
mimicking what his finger had been doing before, but more focused now. more intentional
the motion was maddeningly good.
subtle but everywhere at once
like someone turning a dial inside you from low… to warmer… and slowly rising your body went heavy.
the slow circles roman was making with his thumb, so patient, so careful, unraveled you completely
without thinking,
you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder,
mouth slightly open as quiet little breaths escaped you
each tiny rotation sent waves of warmth spreading through your pelvis.
your clit throbbed under the fabric,
sensitive and eager
and every soft press of his finger made your thighs tremble just a little
you didn’t speak.
couldn’t form words right now.
just leaned into him harder,
burying half your face in the curve of his neck
as he kept up that gentle rhythm like he had all night to do this roman felt it, the way your body slumped against him, the soft little breaths hot on his neck
and he smirked
not a cocky or arrogant smirk.
no this was something quieter. private.
a small, knowing curl of his lips that only existed because he could feel exactly how much you were unraveling in his hands
he knew what this did to you.
how even these tiny circles through fabric could make your brain go fuzzy
how someone as careful and sensitive as you probably hadn’t been touched like this before, not slowly. not with such quiet focus
his fingertip occasionally pressing just slightly firmer when he passed over that most swollen part roman’s smirk faded into something softer, more serious.
his fingers, still warm from where they’d been rubbing through the fabric,
slid lower now
he hooked one finger beneath the edge of your panties, and gently pulled them aside
the cool air hit your bare skin for just a second before his touch returned
this time directly on you
no barriers
just his fingertip brushing lightly over your swollen clit, the small bud already sensitive and glistening with arousal
then,
without rushing,
he traced down:
past that tight little fold…
over the soft lips of your pussy…
to dip briefly into the shallow warmth between them, just once, a single slow stroke up through your slit your breath hitched the second his fingers made contact with bare skin.
“oh—”
it slipped out in a shaky whisper,
so quiet it was almost just air.
your whole body tensed, not from discomfort, but from sensation, because no one had touched you there like this before. not so gently. not while looking at you like roman did
then he traced your slit again,
slowly,
with just the very tips of his fingers
and you couldn’t help it:
“…please.”
a single word.
soft and desperate.
barely audible against his shoulder where your face still rested
you didn’t even know what you were asking for yet
just that more felt necessary the air shifted.
roman’s voice, low, quiet, but suddenly edged with something possessive, cut through the haze of your breathing.
he didn’t stop touching you.
his fingers kept gliding over your wet slit,
still gentle, but now there was a new kind of pressure in his tone
without looking up at you,
he said it:
“…you’re not sending nudes to anyone else. ever.”
a beat passed.
then he added:
“only me. got it?”
it wasn't angry.
wasn't controlling in a mean way.
just firm, a quiet claim from someone who clearly already saw you as his,even if neither of you had put that label on anything yet
and right after saying it?
he pressed one fingertip lightly against your clit for the first time the second you nodded, small, fast, eager, the barrier broke.
just two at first.
gentle but firm,
easing into your tight heat with slow precision
his knuckles brushing against the soft lips of your cunt as he pushed in deeper
you gasped
loudly this timea sharp intake of breath that made him glance down at your face
your eyes were wide,
cheeks flushed,
mouth slightly open in surprise from how *
full it suddenly felt after being touched so gently for minutes
and now here was pressurereal, warm pressur, in a place no one had ever been before his fingers moved slowly, so carefully inside you
each inch he added was measured,
watching your face the whole time
for any sign of discomfort or hesitation
but when you didn’t pull away
when instead your hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch toward him
he curled his fingers slightly
just enough to brush against that sensitive spot deep inside,
gentle but deliberate
yourbreath hitched again.
this time with a soft little whimper slipping out before you could stop it
and roman?
he liked that sound. roman’s voice came low again, deeper than before, rougher at the edges.
he watched your face as he gently pumped
his fingers inside you, just a little deeper now, testing how much you could take
then he spoke,
quiet but certain:
“…you okay?”
not pulling out.
not stopping.
just checking in, like even now, with your body open to him like this, *your comfort* mattered most
when you nodded shakily against his shoulder,
his lips curved slightly, not quite a smile. more of an inner satisfaction
and then:
“good.”
one word. soft.
affectionate.
before leaning down and pressing the lightest kiss to your temple roman leaned in slowly,
his lips brushing just beside your ear, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.
then he whispered,
soft as anything:
“you’re so pretty like this.”
not loud.
barely a sound at all.
just for you
and then another whisper, lower this time:
“feels good… doesn’t it?”
no pressure. no teasing nowjust tenderness wrapped in quiet words meant to make you melt
his fingers kept moving inside you,
slow and steady, but each thrust became slightly more deliberate when he spoke again:
“you take me so well…”your body trembled at his whispers.
each one landed like a warm drop on your skin, soft, sweet, devastating
the way he called you pretty…
how gently he said it…
like you were something rare and beautiful
and when he praised how well you took him?
you didn’t know what to do with that feeling.
your chest tightened.
eyes fluttered shut
and without meaning to,
a quiet whimper escaped, small and fragile, but so full of emotion
you pressed closer into him,
nestling deeper against roman’s shoulder as if trying to hide from the intensity of it all also not wanting him to stop. roman felt your whimper vibrate against his chest.
it did something to himsomething quiet and deep inside
without breaking rhythm with his fingers,
he turned his head slightly,
and this time pressed a real kiss right on your ear, soft lips lingering there for a second before he whispered again
“you’re perfect.”
so simple, so sincere, like it was the most obvious truth in the world
then another kiss, lower now, on your jawline
light as a breathand when you shivered under him?
he smiled faintly
then murmured directly into your skin:
“let me take care of you…”your breath stopped.
everything in your bodymuscles, nerves, even your heartbeat seemed to freeze for one suspended second.
the slow curls of roman’s fingers,
his whispers,
the warmth of him all around yo
it built and built until it was too mu h
and suddenly
you were teetering on the edge, no control, no thoughts, just pressure building low in your belly, rising fast like a wave about to crash
your thighs tensed instinctively
clenching slightly where they rested against his legs
and you didn’t make a sound, not yet, but every muscle locked tight with anticipation roman felt it, the way your body suddenly went rigid against him, how your breath vanished completely, like you’d forgotten how to inhale
his fingers stilled inside you for just a heartbeat, not pulling out,
just pausing, reading the moment
he knew that tension
that frozen stillness right before someone falls ap art
and without saying anything,
without changing his expression even slightly,
he curled his fingers again,
deeper this time, and added the softest pressure on that sweet spot inside
then, gently… slowly…
he started moving again. roman’s voice dropped even lower, thick with care, not comman
he leaned his lips right by your ear again,
warm breath brushing your skin,
and spoke in the softest, most soothing whisper:
“that’s it… let go.”
just three words.
gentle as a lullaby
then he added:
“you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
hi fingers kept moving, steady now,
rhythmic
gentle pressure where it mattered most
no rush. no urgency.
just slow, patient curls inside you while he whispered more:
“breathe… just breathe through it.”your body snapped.
like a rubber band pulled too tight snap
the wave hit you all at once,
hard and sudden,
a rush of heat flooding your core as your orgasm crashed through
you didn’t scream, didn’t cry out loud, but
a shaky, broken breath escaped you
followed by tiny, rapid gasps, your back arched slightly against roman’s chest,
muscles tensing everywhere, thighs clamping together, fingers instinctively gripping his shirt or arm for something to hold onto
and inside?
he felt it, the clench around his fingers as you pulsed with pleasure
warm and rhythmic, sensitive and overwhelming the second your body started coming down
trembling, breathless, still shivering from the aftershocks
roman slowly pulled his fingers out
gentle
careful
not making a mess of it or being abrupt
then immediately,
without hesitation,
he wrapped both arms around you completely and pulled you tight against his chest
your face ended up pressed into the crook of his neck,
your breathing uneven but gradually slowing as he held you close.
his chin rested on top of your head again
and one hand moved to stroke soft circles on your back, up and down, in slow, calming motions roman stayed quiet for a moment,
just holding you,
letting your heartbeat slow against his chest
then he finally spoke
voice softer than ever, warm like honeyed tea:
“you okay… baby?”
he kissed the top of your head again
and rubbed his thumb along your shoulder blade
no teasing now
no smirk
just pure tenderness
after another beat,
he tilted his head slightly and asked:
“you wanna smoke now?”
not because he was trying to distract or do something else…
but because smoking together felt safe. familiar. comforting after moments like this you nodded against his chest,
your voice still a little shaky but sweet when you finally answered:
“yes please.”
so simple
so soft
roman smiled, genuinely this time, and pressed another kiss to your hair before gently loosening his arms around you
he reached over to the coffee table,
where a small wooden tray held his lighter and an unlit blunt already rolled
with quiet care,
he picked it up, tapped the ash off lightly, then grabbed the lighter roman lit the blunt,
took a slow drag, deep and steady, and held the smoke in his lungs for a second
he leaned down toward you
his lips found yours, and he kissed you
still with smoke in his mouth
it was warm
sweetly herbal from the strain.
a little thick with each exhale that slipped into your kiss as he shared it, the kind of kiss where someone passes their breath to you like an offering.
the smoke curled between your mouths
as he gently transferred it through soft, lingering pressure as the kiss ended, smoke fading into the air between you, the room felt heavier now. softer. like something sacred had just passed.
roman stayed close, his forehead resting gently against yours, eyes half-lidded and warm in a way they rarely were
the blunt burned quietly on the ashtray beside him, forgotten for a moment
just this: two people sitting together, breathing each other’s air, still buzzing from everything that happened, from comfort, to intimacy
and then he kissed your cheek.
once
softly
like sealing it all with quiet love
an: i’ll drop something tmrw…
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