#yearning4soto

Roman was a one of a kind man. You knew that from the night you two met. He was respectful, handsome, funny and smart. He was surprisingly single, which made you think he was too good to be true. There had to be something, and you decided you’d find out what.

You met him through a mutual friend at her birthday dinner. Your seat was next to the handsome stranger whom you would be well acquainted with by the end of the night. You two flirted throughout the night, he wasn’t subtle at all— but you liked that.

You learned he was a professional baseball player, which explained his toned body. His button down was opened at the top, giving you a sneak peak of his chest and collarbones. His gold chain catching your eye the entire night.

He was charming but most importantly a gentleman. At the end of the dinner he walked you to your car. He opened your door and all you could do was look at him, analyzing all of his features, including the birth marks on his face. His hand rested on the top of your car, he didn’t rush you or question you. He let you check him out.

Your hand cupped his chin, and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek. However it landed right in the corner of his mouth, you could practically feel his lips. You pull back, trying to get the lipgloss off of his face. Romans hand goes to your waist and pulls you in, you’re completely engulfed in his presence.

You lean in, giving him a real kiss. Your lips move in sync, neither of you stopping to catch your breath. The deeper the kiss gets the needier you get and he notices. He pulls back to scan the parking lot, it was practically empty.

Your fingers wrapped around his chain, pulling him back in. He’s quick, he opens the back door and you take that as a signal to go to the back seats. He closes your door and then climbs in behind you.

You’re thankful that your car windows are tinted, and that the parking lot is almost empty. You don’t miss a beat and get into his lap, going back to kissing him. His large hands find their way to the back of your neck, practically digging into your scalp.

Your hips move on their own and you can feel him underneath you. You didn’t think you’d fuck Roman that night, but you couldn’t resist. Before you knew it he was splitting you open, he had you laying on him while he fucked you. His hips bucking up and making you moan and claw at his shoulders.

After that night, you mentally scratched off his dick game from your list. You were determined to find out why he was single, and clearly it wasn’t because he was bad at sex. He was actually really good, almost too good. So good it had you questioning what girl trained him.

From that night on you two fell into a routine. When he was in Boston he was with you, whether that be at your place or his. You two fucked like rabbits, finding time to sneak quickies in the morning before he had to leave. Or when he’d come home late and you’d relax him with his dick in your mouth.

You both never brought up relationships, and you were thankful for that. You liked him but you weren’t looking for a relationship. You felt as though they always held you back and suffocated you. You were content with the arrangement you two had going on.

You thought he was too, until a random night. You two went out, like you always did. Another small bar after dinner, which he’d pick you up for with flowers in his car like always. He’d even give the restaurant his card before going so the bill would never come to the table.

But, nonetheless, it was a normal outing for you two. He had stepped away for a few minutes to take a picture with a fan, when he returned he saw the bartender eyeing you up. As he got closer he could hear the shitty flirting coming from the bartender, offering you a free drink.

You weren’t his but it made his stomach twist. He quickly put a hand around your waist, pulling you to face him before kissing you hungrily. He realized he needed you to officially be his, he couldn’t wait.

That night he fucked you like he always did, good and deep. Except this time he was leaving hickeys all over your boobs. He was calling you ‘his’ in between strokes and when he came he asked you to clean it up because “his girl wouldn’t want to waste a drop”

You didn’t think much of it really, until you both got out of the shower. The fog was still fresh on the mirrors, you were applying your lotion when he said, “Where is this heading? I don’t want to continue to just be fuck buddies”

You weren’t sure why he wanted to ruin such a good thing. You guys got along great, you just sighed. You continued your nightly routine and got into bed, he didn’t speak after that. His wet hair framed his face, you could see his wide frame move across your room to the drawer filled with his clothes.

He pulled a shirt and sweats out and got dressed. You could see the expression on Roman’s face and you could tell he was serious. “I’m not gonna spend the night, I think we need some space” he said, before he slipped out of your room, and apartment.

You were confused but didn’t press further. The following morning you woke up to messages from him. He was telling you he missed you, how sleeping without you wasn’t the same. He brought up the topic again, saying how he couldn’t act like he didn’t catch feelings. If you didn’t want to commit then there would be no contact anymore.

You thought you’d do him the favor and not reply. You didn’t want a relationship and that was final. That’s how things ended, months of being attached at the hip and spending almost everyday together, to complete abstinence.

It was hard at first, parts of you obviously missed him. Yet you refused to cave back in, the thought of reaching out lingered in your mind. He stayed in the back of your mind, a thought that never truly left. However, life moved on and you were determined to get over it like everything else.

Work helped with that, keeping you occupied most days. You hadn’t kept up with the friend who introduced you to Roman either. She seemed to curious as to why you two had stopped being “friends”. You simply weren’t interested in talking about it, out of sight out of mind.

Except now it’s a bit different, she invited you out to drinks to celebrate her promotion. You agreed to meet her at the bar, except your friend was always late, so you offered to get good seats. She mentioned someone getting there early for that but she never specified who.

You thought it was a coincidence seeing Roman, his large back facing the door. You knew it was him without him having to turn around. You knew that back very well, you could spot him in a crowded room.

You walked to the bar, acting completely oblivious as if you didn’t know he was there. You put on the sweetest voice to order your drink, almost hoping to get a reaction out of him. Subconsciously you hoped he cared, hoped he would ask to rekindle because you’d say yes.

You feel his eyes scan your body and you turn your head to scan the room, but really it was to confirm he was looking. Grabbing your drink you took the straw between your lips and sipped, continuing to act oblivious.

Your friend texted you letting you know she’d be there in 20. Perfect amount of time to talk to him. He was looking at you, not even trying to hide it anymore. You offered him a small smile, he moved over, the cologne you loved engulfing you. His hair laid perfectly, your eyes traveled to his chain and then his hands.

“You don’t know how to say hello anymore?” he teases, eyes running over your face. You roll your eyes, “Hi Roman. There you happy now?” you reply, acting annoyed but he can see right past the act.

He laughs, you’re still the same stubborn girl. “Yeah, very happy now actually.” and you just take a sip of your drink again.

Roman looks at the men around you, eyeing you up and his possessiveness comes back like it never left. His hand tucks a piece of your hair, and you let him. His large hands staying on you for a second too long.

You won’t lie, he looks good, you want to lean in and kiss him. You miss his soft lips, you miss feeling them on you and your body. He can tell you want to kiss him, like the first night you two met, you were staring at his lips.

Your hands lay on his thighs as support as you lean in, closing the gap. You two move like there was no time apart. He groans into the kiss, your hands squeezing his thighs. You would’ve kept kissing if your phone didn’t start buzzing.

You pull back to see your friend calling, “Shit sorry give me a sec” you say, before answering the phone. You see her walk in a few minutes later, waving her down. You don’t expect her to kiss him on the cheek, greeting him with a sincere “Hi baby” and then turning her attention to you. She greets you excitedly, but your stomach turns and twists.

He doesn’t look guilty, he looks normal as ever. She stands between his legs and you try to ignore him for the night, dryly laughing at whatever joke he cracked. His eyes were on you the whole night, even with his girl practically on his lap.

You regretted going, but you regretted not committing to him more. That night when you got home he texted you, asking to call so he could explain. You hesitated, but nonetheless answered the call.

He explained it was casual, they haven’t committed yet. The ‘yet’ lingered in your mind. Was he doing the same thing with her? He might’ve been lying, but like in the beginning you wanted to find out. That phone call changed things, before you knew it he was knocking on your apartment door.

Roman went straight to your place, he didn’t even need the GPS. He remembered how to get there, he yearned to go back there. You greeted him with a warm smile, he knew he wasn’t going to let you go this time.

He’d figure out how he’d break it to your friend, but right now he needed to make up for lost time. Roman grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, closing the gap between you two.

Your hands on his bicep while your mouths moved. It felt better than it did at the bar. It was slow, controlled and you could really feel him against you. His hands wandered under your shirt, massaging your boobs over the bra causing you to arch into him.

He pulls you to your room, where he sits on the end of the bed. He remembers every detail of your room, it hasn’t changed.

“Let me?” he asks, fingers playing with the hoodie. You nod and he pulls it over your head. Roman’s warm hands immediately grab your waist, he places kisses over your chest and collarbone.

He squeezes the skin, you want him to undress you so you can do the same to him. Yet he’s taking his time, kissing everywhere, murmuring sweet things into your skin.

Roman slides down your sweats to reveal your panties, a cute white lace— a contrast to the nude bra you had on. He likes when they don’t exactly match. His hands pull and grab your hips and butt. Your arms are around his neck, holding him close while he continues to play with you. His fingers hook around your panties, pulling them and letting them fall back onto your skin before he slides them down your legs.

“On the bed baby” he says getting up while taking his shirt off. Your eyes lock onto his back, the way his muscles appear has your mouth watering.

You’re resting on your elbows, watching him undress. You wanted to do it but won’t complain about the show he’s putting on. There’s too much to look at, his chest, abdomen, tattoos, shoulders, you’re greedy and want to feel all of it.

“Spread them” he says watching you intensely. You bite back a smile and slowly spread your legs, his hands grab your hips and pull you to the edge.

You’re lying flat on your back now, and your hands are on the back of your thighs. The print in his pants makes you grow needier. Almost like he could read your mind he pulled his pants down, before peeling down his boxers.

You missed this sight, him hard in his hand while his eyes were soft and filled with admiration. It’s a mix you never found anywhere else. Roman’s hand grabbed the tip, smearing the pre-cum.

Your hands stop holding your legs and instead reach out for him. He lets you— he’s warm and heavy in your palm. You guide him to your hole, you were wet and ready. You didn’t want prep, you wanted him now.

He let you set the pace, watching the way your soft hands rub his tip through your folds collecting your slick before lining him up.

He leans down to connect his lips and it drives his hips slightly forward, pushing the tip in. You grab his bicep as he pushes more, distracting you from the burn with his tongue exploring your mouth.

You’re focused on keeping up with his mouth, when you feel him bottom out. He pulls back, just enough to look at where you two connect. His thumb lightly rubs your clit, watching the way you clench around him.

He pulls back slightly, enamored with the view underneath him. He’s slow to push back in, although he wants to fuck you like he used to. He’s savoring the moment, basking in the feeling.

“I know baby, just a bit longer” he says— responding to the way your face twists at each thrust. You whimper out, a mix of pain and pleasure. He continues the shallow thrusts before picking up the pace, holding your knees to your chest.

He kisses the skin before picking up the pace. “Roman—right there, please” you moan out, you try to grab any part of him.

However, he’s quick, pulling back just enough to leave the only the tip in. He lets go of your knees and pulls out. He wants to admire your pussy, to appreciate how wet it is but he’ll do it tomorrow morning. There’s no time to waste.

“On your knees and elbows love” he says hands rubbing your legs. You turn to get on all fours, you hear him curse behind you before giving your butt a light smack. It only makes you arch more.

He taps your hole with his tip, the wet noise filling the silent room. “Papi—“ you say as he pushes in. You feel full, like you’re stuffed to the brim. His hands grab and smack your ass, then they travel to your back. He bottoms out again, large palms on your shoulder blades.

He drags down each bra strap before unclasping it— all while still bottomed out. You’re squirming under him, whines and moans escaping your mouth. You let him take the bra off and his hands attach to your boobs immediately.

He’s pulling his back again, every time he pushes forward he’s twisting and playing with your nipples.

You’re willing to deal with the pain in your neck tomorrow, you need to get a good look at him. You need to see if he still makes the same faces while being balls deep inside of you.

It’s been so long and the way he’s touching you and fucking you has you feeling euphoric already. You turn your head to see his lip caught between his teeth. His chain smacking his toned chest as he thrusts in and out.

His nostrils slightly flaring as he breathes out, “Fucking missed this, missed you so much baby” he confesses, hands moving to your ass again— spreading it.

“Please” is all you can moan out, you’re thinking of how much you missed him. How you desperately needed him, but it couldn’t come out. “So c-close, I need it faster” you manage to whine out, and he does just that.

You hear your slick and skin slapping. All your mind can think about is how good he feels and how he’s really behind you, after all that time apart.

“Need to see that face” he mumbles out, large hand grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up.

He hooks one arm by your waist and the other cups the side of your face. He turns your face to his and connects his lips while he begins moving again. Your brows furrow at the new angle, your hips buck back into him. He eats your moans as you continue to make out.

It’s sloppy, filled with spit and teeth. You don’t care, you’re loving each second of it. His grip on your face and waist tightens as you slightly shake. One of your hands grab brings his to your nipples, wanting him to stimulate every part of you.

And Roman does just that, large fingers playing with your nipples while pulling almost the way out before slamming back in. It’s hard to keep up with his mouth. Your mind is fuzzy, and when his hand travels up to your neck to give a firm squeeze you clench.

You’re clenching every muscle in your stomach, the feeling of his lips, his dick and his hands has you shaking. You pull back to cry out, letting the wave of pleasure wash over you.

His strong arms still have you up and keeping you from falling. He’s fucking your through your orgasm, “There you go baby, let go. Make a mess on me, I know you can” he encourages. Deep slow strokes while you cream all over him.

You hear him curse behind you while you grip his hand. “Shit, hold on—“ he says placing you on the bad again, you’re arched, face in the pillows. His hand moves your hair out of the way, letting him see your fucked out face.

His rhythm is fucked up now, all he’s thinking about is cumming. “Inside, need it inside” you whisper out, finding the strength to reach back out to him. He holds your hand and lets out an airy laugh, “Next time baby, promise, need to see it on you” he groans, going faster which earns more moans out of you.

A string of curses leave his mouth before he abruptly pulls out, he spreads your knees more giving him a better view of your puffy pussy. He jerks himself off, your name on his tongue before he spills all of your lips. The warm liquid feels heavy on your warn out cunt, you mewl at the feeling of it travel slowly.

Before it drips into the sheets you feel two fingers spread it on you before scooping some. “Open” you hear him say before you see his fingers by your mouth. You open your mouth and clean them, moaning at the action.

Your turn over onto your back, arm covering your eyes. You’re beyond fucked out, your body feels like jello.

You feel him place a kiss on your stomach before he gets off the bed. You can hear water running in the bathroom when you feel a vibration. You look around and see his phone on the night stand, face down.

You look at the bathroom, seeing him still occupied you turn it over to see who was calling him. It was her, before the guilt can come back you decline the call.

You make your way back to the position you were, and he finally comes back into the room.

“Who was it?” he asks, thumb caressing your knee before spreading them to wipe you. You just look up at him with doe eyes, he was still a gentleman.

“Nobody, now hurry so you can get back in bed baby” you say half whining, poking his hip with your foot.

He chuckles and shakes his head, he’s used to your antics. In fact, he’s grown to really enjoy them, he missed the back and forth during the months apart.

si hay consecuencias aquí pues yo las pagaré

Juan knew it was wrong, he knows he has to leave you alone. But, he can’t, he finds himself scrolling on your social media late at night and early in the morning. He sees the posts of your boyfriend, it repulses him. He chooses to focus on you in the photos, you were glowing— still looking beautiful.

He regretted asking you for space. Juan thought he felt suffocated, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. You were nurturing, kind and loving to him. Months later and you still consumed his mind. He thinks he should feel guilty sliding up on your stories. The compliments he gives you make him feel like you’re still his.

You were dry, telling him to move on and to stop. He would read between the lines til you admitted your new boyfriend wasn’t like him. Juan knew if your boyfriend found out he was still messaging you that he’d be livid. But, he was willing to deal with the consequences if that meant getting an opportunity to make you his once more.

imagina que estás sola, y no con el, solo por estas horas

He really didn’t think you’d answer. Weeks of messaging with you rarely replying. He was home, and all he could think of was seeing you. When he dialed you it rang, he was ready to give up for good, and then he heard your soft voice on the other end.

It gives him hope, you should sound mad and cold. Yet you sound sweet as ever greeting him.

He assumes you are alone, knowing your boyfriend would be curious as to who is calling you so late. It makes his stomach turn at the thought of you with another man. He wonders if you really are happy with him. He hopes your mind also wanders back to what you two had, maybe that’s why you picked up.

And the Juan drops the question he’s been dying to ask. “¿Ven a verme?”

The line is filled with silence, you let out a shaky breathe—you hesitate before he hears you softly say “I’ll be there soon”

pichéale al novio que tú tienes, dile que no lo quieres

He can’t believe he’s seeing you on his couch. After all this time apart it looks surreal, it looks like what he envisioned in his mind for months.

He apologizes although you don’t seem moved by it. You look guilty for even being there, you know it’s wrong. You know you have someone who expects you to be home right now. But, you tell yourself this means nothing, you’re just giving Juan the closure he needs to leave you alone.

Juan doesn’t see it that way, he wants to get your boyfriend out of your mind completely. He wants you to admit you don’t love him the way you did Juan.

When he leans in and kisses you he knows he’s right. You don’t pull back, you slowly loose yourself in the kiss.

que a mí es que prefieres, y cuando te encuentras sola y no con el

It feels like you two haven’t had any time apart. The way your body moves against his, the way you grasp his biceps and pull him closer. He knows you prefer him over your new boyfriend— although he’s trying not to think of you being someone else’s.

Theres no shame, he wants to show you how much he regrets pushing you away. He has you spread out on the couch, ankles by your ears. He’s folding you in half, taken over by the emotions of having you again, even if its not permanent.

He kisses you while reaching deep inside of you, the way you used love. He hopes you’ll come back to him when you’re alone, not with your boyfriend. When he sees you decline the phone call and place your phone face down, he thinks that’s a good start.

solo por estas horas, escápate del novio que tú tienes dile que no lo quieres

It becomes a routine of sorts, Juan wishes it was different but he won’t complain. He won’t scare you away, he doesn’t want to lose you again. He settles for seeing you when you’re alone.

You sneak away and find yourself in Juan’s apartment. It’s brief but it fills the void, the guilt completely thrown out the window.

He knows you still love him, it’s evident. You sneak away from your boyfriend to come see Juan, you kiss and fuck him with passion. He lets you leave hickeys on his chest and stomach. He wants to leave his marks too, but understands he can’t. The pout on your face shows you do want him to mark you up.

Juan doesn’t know when you’re going to realize and finally tell your boyfriend you don’t love him.

el no te conoce así, yo te conozco, los secretos tú cuerpo esconde entre los poros

Months into sneaking around Juan grows bold. He starts picking you up and dropping you off. He becomes familiar with the new apartment. He notices how different everything is. He also notices when picking you up the new necklace around your neck, a locket with his photo in it.

It’s silver, which you hate, yet your boyfriend doesn’t seem to know that. You wear it to not make a big deal, but Juan knows. He knows everything you love and hate.

The necklace only motivates him to fuck you harder, it’s like he’s got a point to prove. He has something to show you, to hopefully change your mind. To prove you need to come home to Juan instead.

dice que nunca olvida de me, lo hace con el pero pensando en mi

There’s moments that feel like it’s just you two, as if Juan wasn’t intruding in your relationship. After having you bent over his bed, ass in the air the way you like, you tell him you think of him. How you think of Juan even when your boyfriend touches you.

It shouldn’t turn him on, but it does. He fees like he has an upper had. It makes him so hard knowing you think of him, how you picture Juan instead. How your boyfriend truly couldn’t compare. You fuck Juan again, this time in missionary. Your hands reaching out to his body, touching and memorizing each birthmark.

You hold him closer, moan louder and keep him in place by your legs. You knew it was slowly coming to an end.

la noche se va y tú no llegas, me toca otra vez imaginar.

It had been two weeks since Juan has seen you, and he’s craving you more than ever. Yet you brush him off, you grew distant and cold. He thought maybe your boyfriend was around more than usual, but Juan knew his work schedule by this point.

Months of sneaking around, fucking you and sending you back home stuffed. But if it were up to Juan he’d keep you in his apartment, stuffed and begging for another round.

But for these days without you, he’ll have to imagine you. Imagine the way you bounced on him, the way you gripped his shoulders when he was too deep. Faint cries of papi coming out of your mouth. The memories keep him satisfied for a little but he starts to forget all the smaller details as time goes on.

tengo que olvidarte y no puedo

He sees your stories daily, yet you still don’t answer his texts. You post your boyfriend frequently, almost as if rubbing it in Juan’s face.

All he can think about is you, yet you let him slip out of your mind. He knows he needs to forget you, forget everything you two did. It’s for the best, he doesn’t want to settle again for being second best to you— but deep down he knows he’d accept it in a heartbeat.