If you KNOW by the title that something like this will make you uncomfortable, uneasy, or angry, please do not read, because that is not my intention. I want my writing to only be read by people who enjoy it and the situations I write about
Remember that this is FICTION written about a CHARACTER before anyone gets upset, IF anyone gets upset
With that being said, sorry for this long intro, this is just really graphic smut and I want everyone to be fully noted of that before they read something that might make them go "JENFJFJD WHAT."
BUT If this is right your alley and your perfect cup of chamomile tea with two spoonfuls of honey, then I hope you like this, thanks❤️ use of the word 'Daddy' you've been warned *again*
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It was a quiet day in Romans house, and you were sitting on his plush bed adorned in black sheets, waiting for him to get home.
You felt excitement buzz in your stomach when you heard the downstairs door open and close, heavy footsteps marching up the stairs. You missed his pouty lips and green eyes more than you realized.
His bedroom door opened, and in walked your heartbreakingly handsome boyfriend. You watched as he stripped himself of his black coat, letting it fall to the floor.
You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed as he did the motion, why were the little things he did so hot? You'd never know.
"You're home!" You said excitedly with a smile, as he held his large hands out for you to take. You hopped off the bed, walking to his figure; still feeling incredibly small in front of him from the major height difference.
"I am indeed." He said with a chuckle, placing one of his fingertips under your chin and softly lifting your head up to meet his pink lips as your free hand grabs his.
You relaxed into the kiss, feeling the familiar sensation of electricity in your body and butterflies in your stomach. His lips were so soft, you could never comprehend how a simple kiss could make you feel this way.
The kiss was abruptly stopped by his lips breaking away, still ghosting over your own a bit. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you with a curious expression.
His thumb moved to your bottom lip, swiping across it. "What is it?" You asked, looking into his wondrous eyes. "Your lips, they taste- they taste like you." He said, a hint of shock in his words.
"Well I sure hope they do, it would be weird if they tasted like someone else." You said with a giggle, trying to hide the hue of pink on your cheeks. "No I mean they taste like you." He said, putting emphasis on the last word.
