missing doit4hollis like a mf

| Stilletos

tell me im safe

| biker!hollis , piercer!hollis , bf!hollis , jealous!hollis , toxic!hollis

| soft!roman , tattooer!roman

rommulas x reader , hollis x reader

contains: secret relationship, alcohol, weed, blood, drugs, praising, fingers in mouth, choking, tongue-kissing

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its 2 in the morning, you're sitting in the back of hollis' motorcycle as he's speeding, going 90 on some freeway in downtown LA.

you're hands are shaking as they grip onto the leather jacket he's put on, hollis can feel it, he can feel your every move.

you two do this all the time.. but not this fast.

a few hours before this you two were smoking weed together on some balcony of his hotel after a show, and you had opened up to him.

you told him how you hated being a secret to everyone that he knew. only roman, nate, and his mom knew.

everyone else, they knew nothing. no one suspected anything. you hadn't been seen anywhere with hollis, ever. you were always hidden, never spoken about

and it hurts. you can't tell your friends, you can't post him.

after telling him, he grabbed his helmet and buckled it onto your head.

"hey, y/n." hollis softly throws his shoulder back slowly, you respond to him by squeezing your arms around him tighter.

"you're okay, i've got you," "look, baby. look at the city,"

your grip on hollis' jacket tightens as you lift your head up and quit squeezing your eyes shut.

the lights from the buildings form lines across each other as you fly by the few other cars on the freeway

as your eyes wonder across the tall buildings around you, you feel your grip start to loosen.

not because you're finally getting comfortable, but because hollis' is using one of his hands to hold both of yours.

and for some reason, that makes you feel better. the fact he's driving this thing with one hand doesn't even cross your mind.

a small unseen smile spreads across your face as it starts lifting even more off of his back.

he twists the throttle even more with his one hand you look down, and see the empty handle bar.

you raise your voice at him, now you're more scared than you were before.

"hollis!! what the fuck?! control the fucking bike!"

hollis laughs at your reaction as he lets your hands go and grabs the handle bars.

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you two finally got back home after riding the bike for almost two hours.

your legs feel like jelly once you step off the bike, and that's from how hard you squeezing it.

hollis unbuckles the helmet and slowly takes it off of your head, he carries between his bicep and ribs

"what the hell was that." you say, he can't tell if you're mad or if you're genuinely concered

he pushes the hair out of his face using his palm, he smiles as the words push his teeth, "i thought i'd take your mind off of things,"

you two start walking back to the hotel, both of your hoods are up as you enter the elavator.

hollis presses the button for the floor you guys are staying on, "i mean yeah, i guess that's a way to do it,"

"wasn't fun?," he asks as his gaze shifts from the doors to your hands, which are fidgeting with each other as you wait for the elavator to stop.

"at the first part, before you started racing the fucking speed of light." you say, lecturing him.

he scoffs, shaking his head, "honey, it was only 90. the speed limit was like, 70. you're being dramatic."

the elevator opens and you both walk down to the room, you just let the topic go because you know hollis will laugh if you say you were scared.. even though you know damn well he could tell.

"y'know what y/n, let me pierce your eyebrow.. and i'll take you out to dinner tomorrow night before the show."

your eyes immediately widen. you've been talking about getting it done, and you said theres no way you'd let him do it.

he pierced roman's ears, his lip and his dermal. but you were only there for the ears, which look like the easiest thing to do.

roman said that hollis is great at piercing. he makes it quick, 'painless', and easy. but he also said that hollis doesn't drive recklessly.

you feel somewhat offended because why does he have to do this fucking piercing to take you out?

you tilted your head over to him, he's walking over to the bed, laying next to you. you met his eyes, and he's dead serious.

"you know i will never let you do that." you shake your head.

"come on, y/n! i'm good at it!" he pleads, frowning.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

he wont let this go.

ever.

not until you let him stick that needle through your skin.

you want to be seen so bad, you want to stop being a secret so damn bad.

"fine."

hollis immediately jumps up, a huge grin plastered onto his face.

you sit up onto the edge of the bed.

hollis is searching through his drawers, grabbing his needles, the very few things of jewelry he has, and a pen

"okay, when i do this, you can't move. at all. i don't wanna poke your eye."

you stand up, freezing.

"sit back down, i was kidding baby,"

you squint at him, pretending to still suspect something.

he walks over to you, placing the items onto the sheets, stretching black rubber gloves over his large hands.

he grabs a paper towel with alcohol and cleans off your brow. he marks the spot. "i'm doing the same brow as me. that way we can match when i take your sexy ass out tomorrow,"

you start cheesing, excited. which quickly fades away when hollis grabs the needle.

"slowwww down hollis.. im scared."

as you thought before, he chuckles and holds it in his hand.

he start pinching your eyebrow, feeling for the part with the most flesh.

"c'mon. im tired." hollis said, tilting his head to the left.

you close your eyes. "okay.. just do it.." you drag out.

"breathe in slow," he places the tip of the needle to the pen mark at the bottom of your brow,

"now out slow, real slow.." you breathe out, he pushes the needle upwards, through your skin and out the top of your brow.

you wince, feeling warm blood drip onto your eyelid.

hollis grabs the jewelry, lining it up with the end of the needle.

"deep breath, one more." he pushes the jewelry through and screws the top on.

you swallow, feeling slightly dizzy. hollis notices and lies you back down.

"good baby, you did so good, im proud of you," he says in a quiet voice.

you smile at him. "it didn't even hurt that bad. honestly."

he presses his shoulder against you, "mhm.. i know." he caressed your face, leaning in slow

he presses his lips against yours, being careful not to touch your fresh piercing.

his hand massages your thigh, you let low sounds flow into his mouth.

he returns them, his hands slowly running up your body, now tracing the hem of your tight tanktop.

your finger find one of his braids, twisting it, sending shivers up his spine.

his hand his now on your throat, squeezing, but giving you room to breathe.

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, he tastes you, fully.

you're kissing him back slowly, trying to savor the feeling hes giving you, but you feel him pull away.

you both open your eyes, staring into each others

his hand releases, now moving onto your chin

his pointer and middle finger trace your wet lips.

"open." he whispers, you swallow as you part your lips.

he inserts the two fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down.

you wraps your lips around them, and you start to suck. he lets out a 'mmm', you cross your legs.

he notices, smirking. you swirl your tongue around his fingers.

he pushes further, making you gag. he frowns, "aww. can't take all of it?," he taunts in a condescending tone, pulling them back out.

you wipe your lips with the back of your hand

he gives you one more kiss, before pulling the covers over you.

"goodnight, y/n,"

you press a kiss against his cheek. "goodnight hollis,"

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you wake up not feeling the weight pulling beside you.

sitting up and rubbing your eyes and you grab your phone, seeing a few texts from hollis.

H | hey baby, im out with roman and nate. theyre gonna be out with us at dinner tonight with sara see u soon <3333

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you spend the rest of the day tidying up the hotel, and packing his and your things so the drive home is easier tomorrow.

its now around 5:00pm, you feel your phone ringing, you see roman displayed across your screen.

"roman?" you say, concerned.

"hey you, hollis' phone died. he's gonna be back at the hotel in an hour to come get you." roman says in a monotone, you can hear hollis laughing the background with nate and sara.

"okay, thank you."

you end the call and start getting ready.

a small sense of nervousness hits you, this is your first time out in public with hollis.

you put on a slim black dress with a lace hem, and a silver necklace with a bird pendant that hollis bought when he asked you out.

you slip on some cute kitten heels.

after you've done your hair and makeup, you hear a honk outside. just in time.

you walk outside, stepping into his black g-wagon. hollis looks over at you, "look gorgeous, as always," you give him a sweet smile as a thank you.

he starts driving to the restaurant, playing slow songs.

once you arrive, he finds a parking spot. he opens the door for you, his eyes following your waist as you step out.

you don't see any cameras around, any fans, anyone. you feel slightly less anxious, but you've only been out for a few minutes. hollis shuts the door behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you both walk to the front.

you two find the three, you two sit next to each other.

hollis orders drinks for all five.

"how've you been, y/n?," sara asks you, smiling

you nod, feeling hollis glare at you "i've been great actually,"

everyone starts to have they're own conversations, hollis joining nate and romans, sara is laughing at they're jokes.

you're too nervous to join. you've heard hollis talk about what its like to go outside and not be able to be to yourself, and you've seen what fame does to relationships.

it's almost like you're starting to regret this.

the drinks arrive, hollis hands yours to you, he didnt look at you.

you start to think that maybe he's trying to act like you're just another friend of his if the cameras catch you two.

you stare at the menu, face blank, leg bouncing

roman notices, and he mouths 'you ok?'

you nod at roman, giving him a little smile, your head then turning back down to the menu.

the waitress comes, and shes beautiful. a dark-haired curly head with bright green eyes.

your eyes dart to hollis

and that's only because you haven't really been around, or seen him interact with a girl like this.

he gives her a smile.. a very friendly smile. and the girl smiles back at hollis.

everyone orders food, you don't get anything because of how anxious you are.

you push back from your seat, "bathroom," you stand up and smooth your dress down as you walk away.

you walk to the bathroom, feeling some eyes on you.

you step inside, looking at yourself in the mirror.

its been around 5 minutes since you've left the table, your phone buzzes.

you expected it to be some bullshit about hollis and his 'new' relationship, (you), but it was roman.

R | u sure ur ok?

you feel like he shouldn't be asking, that hollis should be.

Y | yeah, headache

you didnt have a headache.

R | i can bring u painkiller, i have a few w me

you just went along with it, you didnt wanna make it to obvious. i mean, you asked hollis to show you out. to make this non-secretive anymore.

Y | yes plz.

after a few minutes you hear a knock on the door, you open it. roman moves his hair out of his face.

"thank you," you say softly

you can see hollis eyeing you back at the table, and he doesn't look pleased.

roman nods, one hand in his pocket he hands the painkillers to you.

he stands there for a long few seconds, almost like he needs to tell you something.

he walks away, you close the door.

you don't take them, just slip them into your purse.

after a few more minutes you walk out.

everyones food is almost done, hollis isn't talking to anyone.

sara, nate, and roman are laughing up a storm

"oh my god, that one time when nate had tried to make us steak and it was literally rubber- that shit was so funny," roman said, laughing

"you wanna talk about cooking skills? even your toast is ass," nate tried to get back at roman.. but he had a straight face. sara thought she was supposed to laugh but quickly stopped after she noticed romans response.

"we're gonna head out," hollis said, you look over at him.

"what, why? it's just getting fun," you say but hollis ignores you.

roman notices hollis' anger, he's rubbing his knee, he knows he cant say anything, and he already knows why hollis is mad.

you pick up your things, hollis is already out the door.

you look at roman, you meet his eyes before leaving.

you find hollis waiting in the car. "the fuck was that about?" he asks as soon as you open the door.

"what?"

"why did roman come see you when you were in the bathroom?"

you swallow, looking down.

you can smell the alcohol on his breath

"my head hurt. i wanted medicine."

his tongue pokes his cheek, he aggressively grabs your purse, opening it.

"did you, y/n?" he pulls the few pills out that were left in a bottle

you look down, clearly nervous, and caught. you don't have any room to lie you also dont have any intentions to get with roman.

"like five fucking minutes you two were back there. and you claim that it was just for these damn pills?" he slams the steering wheel with the heels of his hands.

"i needed to calm down.. i was nervous being out with you.. and-" he cuts you off.

"you literally told me last night that you wanted to be seen, are you serious?" his voice raises.

you've never seen hollis drunk and you hope to god that he's only this mean right now because he isn't sober.

you nod, "i'm sorry.. i- i was anxious i needed to calm down.. i do want to be seen, but it's the first time! i have a reason to be nervous!" you slightly raise your voice back at him, and he responds back with a straight face

"get out."

you freeze. "what?"

"i said get out." hollis says as he roughly opens his door and walks over to yours, opening the door.

"out. order a fucking uber. go home."

you've never seen hollis this jealous. you question if its because he's drunk, or if he just gets really fucking jealous.

you grab your purse and step out. he closes the door behind you

he gets back in, backs out, and leaves.

you order an uber to a different hotel, one closer to home, but further then where hollis stays.

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you finally step into the room for the night, and you just start bawling.

your eyeliner smudges, you feel short of breath.

you and hollis have been together for around two years, and the boy you saw tonight isn't the man you've been with.

you start questioning yourself

do you really want this? did you cause this? do i text him?

you don't even have clothes to change into. just a pair of hotel slippers a robe.

you keep crying and you step into the bathroom, turning the shower onto the hottest setting.

you slip off the dress, your earrings, and the necklace that hollis bought you.

your breath shakes every now and then when your in the shower.

you're in there for awhile, an hour or so.

once you get out, you just dry off and put your robe on, no washing your face, no lotion, nothing.

you go straight to the bed and look at your phone.

again.. roman.

R | ik what happened. im sorry, i shouldnt have stayed with u that long

you don't even know how to respond. you dont open the text.

you read the next notification.

Instagram 20+ missed notifications

Instagram 61 new followers Tiktok <3 mentioned you in a video.

Tiktok rommulas liked your video.

only one from hollis, and that's where your thumb goes.

it's a video, he posted you.

your eyes tear up again, its a video of him with you after a concert, he's singing you a song.

and you remember that day exactly. its the night before he asked you out.

before that video, you had your first kiss with him, and you felt like the luckiest girl ever

that hollis that you knew before tonight, he would bring you flowers randomly, he would somehow always find out your favorite things

he would take you out on calm late night rides, and take you shopping on the days you felt like nothing.

you cry again, looking in your camera roll at the album you share of you two.

you find the night you met him, and that makes you calm down a bit for some reason.

you decide you're gonna stop torturing yourself by looking these things, and fall asleep.

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you wake up to a text from hollis,

H | "you never did go home, did you?," Attachment: 1 image

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hai sorry this is kinda butt i didnt proof read or anything and its 5am

goodnight.

KINKTOBER ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Hello our liifers..! Guess what month is coming up. October! Guess what me (Vitium) and Estrella are prepping for? KINKTOBER! Yes, we are bringing kinktober to boyliife (with an extra guest<3), and we are splitting the stories up.!

We are so excited to be doing this together this year, and we are so excited to bring it to you all! Here is our list for this years Kinktober! I hope you all are as excited as we are! Kisses and hugs from yours truly, Estrella & Vitium

𓆩☽⸸⛤⸸☾𓆪 Our KIINKTOBER LIST ; ; ; [ Day 1 ] Condoms with Hollis *Estrella* | Bratting with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 2 ] Embarrassment with Lulu *Estrella* | Orgy with BoyLiife *Vitium* [ Day 3 ] Mind Control with Hollis *Estrella* | Hate sex with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 4 ] Body Writing with Roman *Estrella* | Master/Slave with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 5 ] Body Mods (pt 2 of BW.) with Roman *Estrella* | Selfcest with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 6 ] Held down with Nate *Estrella* | Riding Crops with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 7 ] Cockwarming with Hollis & Lulu *Estrella* | Dirty Talk with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 8 ] Switing with Conceal *Estrella* | Face Sitting with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 9 ] Whips with Roman *Estrella* | Orgasm Delay/Denial with Hollis (Vitium) [ Day 10 ] Chains with Hollis *Estrella* | Gentle Sex with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 11 ] Religion Kink with Roman *Estrella* | Breathplay with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 12 ] Findom with Hollis *Estrella* | Phone sex with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 13 ] Emetophilia with Conceal *Estrella* | TempPlay with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 14 ] Strength Kink with Hollis *Estrella* | Roleplay with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 15 ] Human Furniture with Conceal *Estrella* | Power Imbalance with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 16 ] Pred/prey with Jonah *Estrella* | Conditioning with Hollis {*mixed in with a bit of petplay*} *Vitium* [ Day 17 ] Begging with Nate *Estrella* | Rough sex with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 18 ] Rope bondage with Hollis *Estrella* | Deepthroating with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 19 ] Cigars/Cigs with Roman *Estrella* | Public Sex with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 20 ] Snuff with Conceal *Estrella* | One night stand with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 21 ] Coregasm with Hollis *Estrella* | Overstimulation with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 22 ] Boot Worship with Hollis & Conceal *Estrella* | Sharing with Nate & Roman *Vitium* [ Day 23 ] Vibrator with Hollis *Estrella* | Caught in the act with Roman & Sara ^sorry had to do it to yall^ *Vitium* [ Day 24 ] Leather, Lace, Latex. With Hollis *Estrella* | Drugging with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 25 ] Non-Sexual BDSM with Nate *Estrella* | Knifeplay with Hollis & Roman *Vitium* [ Day 26 ] Fuck or Die with Conceal *Estrella* | Collars with Hollis *Vitium* [ Day 27 ] Feminization with Hollis & Lulu *Estrella* | Spanking with Roman *Vitium* [ Day 28 ] Strap on with Hollis & Lulu (pt.2 of fem) *Estrella* | Safewords with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 29 ] Pet play with Lulu *Estrella* | Wet and Messy with Nate *Vitium* [ Day 30 ] Licking with Hollis *Estrella* | Clamps with Conceal *Vitium* [ Day 31 ] WRITERS CHOICE!! Anal with Roman *Estrella* | Fingering with Hollis *Vitium*

WITH BONUS STORIES! - Blackmail featuring BoyLiife, written by Estrella. - Coming in pants featuring Hollis, written by Vitium.

We are so excited to get writing and explore these different categories, and put our writing to the test. We can't wait for you guys to join us along on the ride. Day 1 soon <3

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darling

“ come on darling” “sink down on daddy”

“t-trying..” a pathetic whine left ur body

not wasting another second hollis quickly arranged his tip to ur entrance, in one quick thrust he slips his tip inside ur taut cunt

“yeah thats it darling” “ let daddy inside of u” he groaned out

his hand clasped onto ur hip whilst he hauled ur body weight down his long shaft until u could feel the base of his cock

u could feel ur insides getting stretched with each thrust of his huge long shaft fucking ur cunt like a toy

“ daddy! slow down” you yelped out in a desperate plea, ur body shivered, thighs trembling pathetically on top of him while his cock fucks ur tight cunt like an animal

“ do u want daddy to leave u sitting here dry? didnt think so” “ now shut up and take what daddy gives u”

“yes sir..”

His slender, delicate hands clamped onto both sides of your waist, he wrenches you upward in one motion, lifting your entire body effortlessly off his cock

SLAM!

He hurls you back down onto him without mercy as the weight of your body crashes down into his hips

you could feel his large cock stretching u each thrust

“fuckk baby im so close keep riding daddy like that” “such a good whore” his voice was ragged and rough

“faster! faster!” ”fuck u feel so good inside me” u let out a ragged moan

his thrust became more brutal, slamming u down on his cock rapidly

before u could say another word u felt his warm seed filling ur insides stuffing u with his seed

(i was bored dont take this seriously ok? shit writing ok? forgive me ok? probably typos ok? ignore it ok?)

𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘋𝘌𝘊𝘖- 𝘩.𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘸/𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴

“hollis get up because you know i like being on time” you try to wake up your lanky bf shaking him lightly

“y/n it’s i can tell the sun is still down and it’s only a three hour drive” he mumbles putting the pillow over his head

you roll your eyes getting back into your spot on the bed before scrolling on your phone

as some more hours pass by you finally decide to get up and get ready for the road trip

after getting dressed you feel a warm kiss on your neck as you flip your fried egg making you giggle “finally awake?”

he scoffs “you know i hate driving i needed my sleep” he continues to hold you watching you cook

“yeah you invited me so why would i drive holli”

he steps back leaning on the counter behind the both of you “id do anything for you, even if that means driving the shortest amount of time”

you turn off the stove and turn his way smiling “thank you baby, i already made you breakfast it’s in the oven” you grab your plate and head to the breakfast nook

you two sat in silence as you ate your breakfast

sometimes you two speak with just your eyes

which is fine, you loved the laughing afterwards

after eating hollis finally decided to get dressed and packed the car up

you got into the car shortly after putting your seat back to get comfortable

hollis watched you carefully waiting to start the car up

“okay i’m ready” you tell him and he then nods starting the car up

hollis pulls out of the complex resting his right hand on your leg as you drifted off to sleep

-3 hours later-

hollis pulls up to the cabin finding a parking spot then turning off the car

“baby”

“hmm?” you say with your eyes closed

“we’re here” he caresses your cheek looking at you

“mmm five more minutes” you whine covering your face up

he shakes his head getting out of the car and begins unloading into the house before picking you up and putting you in their room on the bed

you cuddle up against the blanket drifting back to sleep

-hours later-

(sleepy ahh)

you finally wake up out of your nap stretching and looking around before changing into comfortable clothes

you then walk downstairs seeing everyone making you smile

“look who it is” your sister says walking over to you

“i was just tired” you hug her tightly before walking over to everyone else greeting them

hollis looks over at you with low eyes smiling and motioning for you to walk-over to him

you giggle slowly walking over and sitting in his lap “you okay baby?”

he looks up at you nodding “why wouldn’t i be?”

“you reek of alcohol”

“i’ve been drinking vodka” his glossy eyes scanning your legs

you tense up watching his long fingers tracing your thighs “hollis”

“hm, what’s wrong?”

“not right here”

“i’m not doing anything”

you grab his hand moving it to the side of him, “not right here okay?”

he nods before leaning in for a quick kiss

he then turns his attention to the table moving you with him as he turns his legs under the table

you watch him and your sister argue about who’s go it is making you shake your head and get off of him walking outside to the deck

you look over the balcony watching as the sun goes down, you reach inside of your pocket remembering the blunt you rolled exactly for this moment

“y/n you’re a genius” you say lighting it sitting on the hammock enjoying the view

you hear the door slide open and close seeing your sister walk out with two cups in her hand

“hollis made you a drink, we’re gonna go down to the lake you coming?”

“mmm i don’t know im really enjoying my alone time”

“girl i invited you on this trip so you and your boyfriend finally get time alone without being interrupted, do not piss me off” your sister looks you in your eyes with an expression

you groan putting out your blunt “but he’s having fun with his friends”

your sister rolls her eyes as she grabs your hand guiding you back into the house

-some hours later-

everyone was around the fire pit, intoxicated, some sober.

you and hollis were across from each other looking through the fire

hollis sipped his beer as you took a hit of your vape staring at his eyes

there was some sort of sexual tension going on.

you stood up smirking to yourself

“i’m gonna head to bed guys, we have a busy day tomorrow.” you say softly waving goodbye

you hug everyone as hollis watches you closely his jaw clenching with jealousy

you walked right past him without saying anything which ticked him off even more

he stood up abruptly following you

you walk with your head down into the cabin to the steps

hollis spins you around holding your arm “are you trying to make me upset?”

you look at him clueless “hollis what are you referring to?” tilting your head

“you’ve been looking at me like a cougar for thirty minutes straight, don’t act stupid with me” he lets go of you looking at your eyes

you stare at him for a bit “i’m sorry baby, maybe i just miss you”

“im right here” he says leaning in to kiss you holding the sides of your face

you kiss him back wrapping your arms around his neck

hollis swiftly picks you up holding each sides of your lower thighs and he sits on the steps

you straddle him using friction to get off a bit

he groans putting his head back

hollis was already too far gone

he’d been drinking ever since he parked the car

he then leans forward to bite on your neck earning some moans from you

“hollis maybe we shouldn’t-“

“baby please just let me taste you”

you stay silent letting him sit you on the steps instead pulling down your shorts

“no panties?”

you shake your head no

“i said i missed you” you say watching him kiss down your thighs

he chuckles before scooting down a bit putting your legs over his shoulders

hollis then puts his hair behind his ear before dipping his head down to kiss your clit softly

you bite your lip watching him trying to keep your eyes open when he starts flicking his tongue around

“hollis..” you grip his blonde hair leaning your head back

your mouth agape

his mouth working on you

hollis closes his eyes as he pulls you closer

it’s like he’s trying to make you feel everything

“hollis please-“ he puts his hand over your mouth continuing his movements

he ignores every attempt that you try and escape

that only makes his hold you closer and his grip tighter on you

you grind against his face signaling that you were close

“mmm come on baby” he looks up at your face seeing your expressions making his pants tighten

you moan loudly into his hand as you release all over his tongue and lips

hollis backs up swallowing and licking everything on his face leaning in for a kiss from you

“fucking freak.”

“you love me though right?” he wipes his face winking at you

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am i the only one that thinks nett looks so good w a buzz

nsfw fic boss hollis x reader

(hollis is a boss at a restaurant and you are the new chef)

It was a dark October morning and you were heading to your first day at your new job you wore a smart dress and your small little black heels to match.

You headed for downtown and when you got into the restaurant you saw a well built young guy in uniform he had long hair that dropped past his shoulders he stood at 6'6 maybe?

you stood shaking and he walked up to you towering over you. He finally spoke "you must be y/n.. I need you on the floor and kitchen today." you thought to yourself he's a bit rude and demanding. Your voice came out shakily "o-oh okay boss."

Thought the whole shift hollis kept eyeing you up,

degrading you as well saying things like “wash faster or else your fired you dumb bitch… you are fucking stupid etc etc” it all went over your head until….

he made you stay behind with him and close the shop. he placed a hand on your lower back while you were cleaning tables and your face went beetroot red and he spoke softly near you “you done good today. your bosses favourite now.”

i smiled politely and said “thank you”….

lmk if yall want a pt2 its my first fic so sorry if its bad

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ghost!Esdeekid x reader

A/n: this idea came to me while listening to little kidda (man two stories from one song, dang I should listen to it more who knows how many more fics we will get cause if that one song) anyways hope you enjoy it. Lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist (if ppl want a part two I might make one)

you haul the finally box into your house and sigh, it’s been a torturous four hours of you moving everything from your old apartment to this house, a few of you friends had to told you not to move in because the offer was too good to be true, a full two story house for slightly higher rent than your old dingy apartment. I mean sure it looked a little creepy but you have your Doberman “duke” with you, you’ll be safe, speaking of duke, where is he? “Duuuke” you call out, you hear a rustle and see him get up from behind one of the boxes, ah, there he is, poor boy must be tired “duke baby, do you want some dinner?” You ask gently, he instantly jumps up and walks to you, wagging his tail and suddenly full of energy now that dinner might be involved, you chuckle and go to your fridge box and get out some pre prepped meat and find a bowl to put it in, putting it down and letting duke eat, watching him lovingly. One of the reasons that you wanted to move was because of him, your pervious apartment was simply too small for a dog like him, and there wasn’t anywhere nice that you could walk him in, unlike this house with its two stories and you had seen a forest a few minutes walk away from here. “Right, I suppose I should start in packing the kitchen stuff so that we can eat properly tomorrow, and then the bedroom, what do you think duke?” Duke barks and goes back to eating, he always liked it when you talk to him, he would always “chat back”

you put on your headphone and started un packing your kitchen utensils, suddenly duke starts barking then growling, you take your headphones off of one ear “duke? Duke what’s wrong” he continues growling, when you come closer to him he tries to make you back up as he always does when he senses danger “duke, duke there isn’t anyone there, why are you growling” you are puzzled as he continues growling for a little longer before he finally stops, you frown, he has never growled at nothing before so this is very strange, perhaps it the new house, maybe there is a smell that he doesn’t like. You finish in packing everything on your kitchen smoothly, duke was following you about and was whining for treats when you were putting them in the cupboard, you reluctantly gave him some, when it’s finally bed time you collapse onto the bed exhausted from all the hard work, duke jumps onto the bed and lays at your feet, you fall asleep quickly

your sleep was okay at first but towards the end you kept on hearing voices telling you get out, and saying something along the lines of "this is my house, not yours". you stare out the window for a while after waking up, you still feel tired and dont want to get out of bed but fuck there is so much to do, eventually you drag yourself out of bed and go to the kitchen, you see duke eating his biscuits, thats odd, the bowl looked full but your pretty sure there want much left last night

you open to drawer where you store your cups but they are not there, instead theres your cutlery "what the fuck....i put the cutlery in the top drawer not the second one" you open the top drawer and your cups are in it, you look at it in confusion for a few minutes before deciding that you must have been tired while un packing and accidentally put the cutlery in the second drawer and the cups in the first one. whatever, its no big deal, you'll just swap them. you then open the overhead cupboard to grab your coffee and moka pot but they are not there "huh" you open the next cupboard and there they are, but you could have sworn you put them in the other one. no you are sure you did, and you weren't tired since they were one of the first things you put away "okay what the fuck is going on, im sure i put them in the other cupboard....right?" fuck it is too early in the morning to worry about something like this, you end up ignoring it and making your coffee.

you spend the rest of the day un-packing but things keep disappearing and reappearing somewhere else, at first you chalk it up to you being tired or just not used to this house but then it starts really getting on your nerves and you cant ignore it anymore "FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK" you shout when your can of redbull that you were drinking while assembling your cupboard isnt next to you anymore, instead its on the side table of your bed, but you had been in this spot for the last half an hour and you literally took a sip of it a minute ago, duke comes up to you and licks your arm, trying to comfort you "thank you duke but i feel like im going insane" you pet him for a bit and he ends up lying on your lap "hmmm maybe i should go to bed, it is late and its been an exhausting day....ill just finish putting together the cupboard so that way tomorrow i can un pack the last of my clothes then be done...oh after that we can explore the attic, and then go for a walk in the forest, how does that sound duke?" duke looks up at the mention of a walk, you chuckle a bit "not now baby, mummy is much to tired and its dark outside, but will go tomorrow okay?"

that night you once again heard those same voices in your sleep, but this time when you go to make your coffee your cups are thankfully in the right drawer and your coffee pot is in the right cupboard, although you thought you put it on the left side you find it on the right side but your probably just mistaken about that…right? You finish unpacking the rest of your boxes and decide that your going to order in today, after all you don’t have any groceries and plus, you deserve it, you order you favorite food and sit down on the couch while waiting for it, grabbing your book to read when duke rolls over? Not asking for belly rubs, a full rotation, then he puts up his paw as if to shake someone’s hand “Duke?” He gets up and comes to you wagging his tail happily “why were you just doing tricks?” He barks happily and looks proud, like he always does when he does tricks “..okayyyy” you end up petting him instead of reading. You food arrives and you eat it at the table, listing off things that you still have to do “okay, so, I need to go to the supermarket, buy all my groceries, I already have a list so I won’t need to make one, I also need to go ti the forest with you, perhaps I’ll go on my bike and you can run alongside me, I’ll see how I’m feeling, oh and explore the attic, the realtor said that there is some old furniture in there from like two tenants ago. You know duke, there were two people before us and they both moved out within a month, I met our neighbor when I went to the garden, god knows where you were but she told me that she had grown up in the house next to us and said that her parents told her that some musician guy used to live here, all by himself, he was famous I think, anyways he died and then two other people moved in but both of them moved out within less than a month of living here, I suppose that’s why it’s so cheap, it’s been empty for ages…oh, do you think that the furniture in the attic is from that musician?” Duke barks “I hope it is”

after you finish lunch you decide to go to the attic, the door is a bit hard to open from all the years you assume but you manage to shove it open, your haul yourself up and look around you, the attic is surprisingly not dusty, there are a few windows that let in sunlight and you see lots of things that are covered by fabric, you pull the fabric off of the closest thing next to you and gasp when you see a wooden piano, it’s gorgeous, worth lots of money for sure but fuck that, if it works there is no way you are not keeping it, you lift the cover and press one key, sure enough it works. You remove the fabric off of something else and see that it’s a drawer with paper on top, you look closer at the papers, they seem to be lyrics of some kind, that must mean that the furniture is from the musician. You look at more things, there is a large cupboard, a mirror, a few couches, some electric guitars, more stacks of paper and books, then you find paintings, there are lots, stacked on top of each other, some are abstract, well most of them are, and they all have the same signature on the bottom, EDK. You find another one, this one is a portrait of some dogs, the signature is different this time, you suppose that the musician must have gotten it commissioned, you move it aside to look at the next one, you gasp when you see it, it’s a portrait of a young man with long hair, he is sitting down on one of the couches that you had previously seen and they dogs in the other portrait are sitting next to him, you can’t help but stare at it, the man in it is so beautiful that it’s hard to look away, when you finally move it to see what’s behind it you find that it’s another portrait, this time the man is wearing a face covering of some sort, but you are sure it’s the same man, he has the same beautiful eyes and the dogs are once again next to him. Suddenly it feels wrong to go through these things. You put back everything and go to the door, suddenly you trip on some fabric and something falls next to you, you turn to see what it is and find a magazine, the cover has that same man on it, his face covered again, you flip through a few pages and just see more and more pictures of him, his face is covered in all of them, he must have kept his face and identity a secret. You feel strange about knowning what he looks like, it feels like you invaded his privacy. You hurriedly put it back and make your way down to the main part of the house

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nettspend x fem!reader — one more minute

warnings : fluff, skipped meals, brief mention of drug use

word count : 1.6k , masterlist, a/n : for davía cuz i said i would write something for her and ik she also thinks nett is beautiful so i write dis for her😘 she said nett kinda looks like kai (huening kai) and thats why she likes him🤔 anyway i hope u like this baby and i hope u dont think its trash.😢

the phone leans against a coffee mug on the table. comments float up in a lazy stream, too many to track.

"—so yeah, just hanging out tonight. nothing exciting."

you tuck your feet under yourself on the couch. one lamp on. tv muted, some movie you weren't really watching. behind you, stretched out on the rest of the cushions, gunner hasn't moved in twenty minutes.

he's face down in a throw pillow. pink hair a mess. one arm dangling, knuckles brushing the floor.

you glance back at him. his shoulders rise and fall. slow.

"is he actually asleep?"

you turn back to the screen. "yeah. tour wiped him out."

a few comments fly past but you're not really reading them. hard to focus when he's right there, breathing soft into the pillow, hoodie all twisted up. the tiny heart tattoo on his thumb catches the lamplight when his hand twitches.

"i should probably end this," you murmur.

but you don't. you let the phone sit there, half forgotten, while the muted tv throws blue light across the ceiling.

"you're starin' at me."

you blink. gunner hasn't moved, but one eye is open now. blue. watching you from the pillow.

"i thought you were asleep."

"was." his voice is thick. "felt you lookin'."

"that's not a thing."

"it's a thing." he closes his eye again. "you breathe different when you stare, ma."

"you're delirious."

"maybe." a beat. "c'mere."

"i'm on live."

"don't care. c'mere, ma."

you should tell him no. should point at the phone and remind him there are people watching. but he says it so soft, so sleepy. his hand reaches back. blind, searching. he finds the edge of your sleeve.

the phone stays propped against the mug. you end up half reclined against his chest, his arms looping around your waist from behind, his face pressing into the curve of your neck before you can even get comfortable.

"there," he says. satisfied. "that's better, ma."

"you didn't even let me—"

"shh." his lips brush your shoulder. "been waiting."

"for what?"

"you." he says it like it's obvious. like it's the simplest thing in the world.

you feel your face heat. his arms tighten around your middle, his chest solid and warm against your back. he smells like laundry detergent and something faintly sweet. shampoo, maybe. the pink hair tickles your cheek.

"you're so clingy tonight," you murmur.

"mhm."

"bad day?"

he doesn't answer right away. his thumb traces a circle on your hip. back and forth. back and forth.

"long day," he finally says. "long week. long everything, ma."

"you wanna talk about it?"

his forehead presses into the nape of your neck. "not really."

"okay."

"just wanna..." he trails off. his hand flattens against your stomach, warm through the fabric of your sweater. "this. just this."

you nod. your hand finds his and your fingers lace together without you thinking about it.

"you ate today?" you ask.

a pause. "kinda."

"gunner."

"i had breakfast."

"it's nine p.m."

"breakfast was late." he's smiling. you can feel it against your skin. "don't be mad, ma."

"i'm not mad. i'm gonna make you food."

"don't move." his arms tighten. "i just got you."

"you need to eat."

"i need you more."

"corny."

"true, though." he shifts, his nose brushing behind your ear. "missed you, ma. like... actually missed you. the whole time."

"i was right here. you were the one on tour."

"i know." he exhales. it's warm against your throat. "still. felt far."

you run your thumb over his knuckles. the heart tattoo is small and slightly crooked, like maybe he did it himself or let someone who shouldn't have been holding a needle do it.

"you ever think about when we first met, ma?" he asks. quiet.

"sometimes."

"yeah?"

"yeah." you tilt your head back against his shoulder so you can see his face. he's closer than you expected. his eyes are still half lidded, heavy with exhaustion, but there's something else there now. something focused. "you were so annoying."

he grins. "i was charming."

"you borrowed my charger and never gave it back."

"still haven't."

"you're the worst."

"and you kept hanging out with me anyway." his grin softens into something smaller. realer. "why?"

you frown. "what do you mean?"

"like... why'd you keep coming around, ma? i was a mess. high all the time. never slept. bad at texting." he's not looking at you anymore. his gaze is somewhere on the ceiling, or past it. "i wasn't... i don't know. i wasn't good at it. at this."

"at what?"

"caring about someone. showing up."

you turn in his arms. it takes some rearranging. legs tangling, his hand having to find a new place on your back but eventually you're facing him. his eyes track yours, wary, like he's not sure where this is going.

"you showed up," you say.

"not always."

"you showed up when it mattered."

he stares at you. the lamp throws shadows across his face, sharpens his jaw, softens his mouth. he looks young like this. tired and young and open in a way he doesn't usually let himself be.

"you believe that, ma?"

"i know it."

something in his face shifts. his hand comes up, slow, like he's asking permission, and his knuckles brush your cheek.

"i love you," he says. not mumbled into fabric this time. clear. looking right at you. "like, i'm stupid in love with you. you know that?"

your throat is too tight to speak. you nod.

"good." his thumb traces your cheekbone.

"you're such an idiot."

"your idiot."

"you're doing it again."

"doing what?"

"being corny."

he laughs. it's quiet and rough and it crinkles the corners of his eyes. "can't help it. you make me corny, ma."

"i make you corny?”

"yeah." he pulls you closer until your forehead touches his. "you do."

you stay like that. his breath warm on your mouth. his hand still on your cheek. the phone is still recording somewhere behind you, but it might as well be in another room.

"remember that night?" he asks. "in your old apartment. when the power went out."

"which time?"

"the first time. before we were... before."

you remember. august. a thunderstorm that knocked out the whole block. you'd lit candles because you couldn't find the flashlight. he'd come over because his flight got cancelled and he didn't want to be alone.

"we sat on the floor," you say. "ate cereal."

"lucky charms."

"you picked out all the marshmallows."

"i gave you the marshmallows, ma."

"you gave me, like, three."

"i gave you the good ones! " he's smiling again. that small, real one. "the pink hearts."

you laugh. it comes out shakier than you meant it to. "you were so weird that night. all quiet."

"was nervous."

"about what?"

he shrugs. the movement jostles you both. "you. being around you. wanting to..." he pauses. his eyes drop to your mouth, then back up. "you know."

"no, i don't know."

"yeah you do, ma."

"tell me anyway."

he groans. drops his head to your shoulder. "you're gonna make me say it."

"yeah."

a beat. then, muffled against your sweater: "wanted to kiss you. the whole time. couldn't stop thinking about it."

"why didn't you?"

"scared."

"of me?"

"of messing it up." he lifts his head. his eyes find yours. "i'm always scared of messing it up, ma."

you reach up and push the pink hair out of his face. it falls right back. he leans into your hand.

"you haven't," you say.

"haven't what?"

"messed it up."

he stares at you. something flickers across his face. surprise, maybe, or relief, or both.

"really?"

"really." you let your hand drift down. temple, jaw, the side of his neck. his pulse flutters under your palm. "you're doing pretty good, actually."

"pretty good, ma?"

"solid b-plus."

he snorts. "b-plus."

"you lose points for not eating dinner."

"brutal." but he's smiling again, and his hand finds your hip and squeezes. "what do i gotta do for the a?"

"eat a vegetable."

"done. tomorrow. i'll eat, like, a whole salad."

"a whole salad."

"as big as my head."

"i'll believe it when i see it."

he pulls back just enough to look at you. the sleepy haze is still there, but underneath it he's present. here. his thumb moves in lazy circles on your hip bone.

"you'll stay, ma?" he asks.

"i always stay."

"i know." he swallows. "just like hearing you say it."

you lean forward and kiss his forehead. his eyes flutter shut. when you pull back, he looks younger. softer. the furrow between his brows is gone.

"love you," you say.

"say it again, ma."

"love you."

"again."

"you're greedy."

"again."

you press your lips to the corner of his mouth. "i love you. dummy."

he exhales. it's shaky. "okay."

"okay?"

"yeah." he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. his arms wrap around you and pull you in until there's no space left. "okay. i'm good now, ma."

"were you not good before?"

"better now." his lips move against your skin. "you make it better."

gunner lifts his head just enough to look at the camera. hair a disaster. eyes barely open. smile soft and crooked and just for you.

"be nice to her," he says. "or else."

"oh my god."

he grins. you end the live. the room goes quiet. fridge humming. streetlamp through the blinds. his hand finds yours in the dark.

"you really need to eat," you say.

"in a minute, ma."

"gunner—"

"one more minute." he pulls you back against his chest. settles his chin on top of your head. "just one more."

you don't argue. his heartbeat is slow against your back. his breathing evens out.

"i'll make you pasta," you murmur.

"mmkay, ma."

"the good kind. with the garlic bread."

"i love you so much."

"you love garlic bread."

"that too."

he's already half asleep. his arms loosen around you but don't let go. you could get up. could go to the kitchen and start the water boiling and dig through the fridge for butter.

instead you close your eyes.

one more minute.

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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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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