An Untitled Roman Godfrey Fic

Part I

It was almost 2 in the morning and Y/N was incredibly intoxicated, all thanks to her best friend, Roman Godfrey, who had convinced her to go out to unwind from another stressful week at work.

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Y/N's relationship with Roman began innocently enough. Her father had worked at the Godfrey Institute for the majority of Y/N's childhood so Roman and her had pretty much grown up with each other. They got along well enough as kids until they reached that age where boys and girls being friends was simply unacceptable to their peer groups, but eventually reconnected the summer before they were to enter high school.

The pair had been dragged by their parents to another boring White Tower function and were the only two people there who were even moderately near their age. After managing to sneak a couple bottles of champagne the two teens found an empty room and played a game of truth or dare. During this activity it was discovered that they were both virgins. What started out as a dare for Y/N to kiss Roman led to the two deciding that they might as well lose their virginities to each other so they - according to Roman - "wouldn't seem like complete fucking tools" when they wanted to have sex with someone who mattered.

From that night forward, Y/N and Roman had been regularly hooking up. It was nothing more than non-exclusive, emotionless sex.

The two had also become close friends; it was nothing compared to Roman's relationship with Peter, but on more than one occasion he had shown up at YN's house bitching about his problems only to take out his frustrations on her in all the best ways possible.

After Letha had died and Peter left, it was Y/N that Roman turned to and even though it broke her heart to see Roman that way, she was also infatuated by his new-found vulnerability. Though she could tell that there were things he was hiding from her, for whatever reason, she knew Roman better than to push his boundaries. At first Roman had been so clingy and needy it made Y/N want to kill him but eventually she grew to like it. The problem now, her current problem, was that she had begun to like it too much.

Y/N never had a thing for overly affectionate, emotional, romantic guys before, that's why Roman was so great. He would make her cum and then leave her alone until the next time he made her cum. They also had rules that made their system work so well. They could kiss, flirt, and sleep over at each other's places only when they would have sex.

Their system worked perfectly until Roman became dependent on her. He would often spend the night at her place and cuddle and kiss her throughout the day without trying to push for more. He had even begun kissing her at at the top of her head and playing with her hair whenever they would lay down together.

Y/N was conflicted. On one hand, she didn't want to say anything to Roman while his abandonment wounds were still so fresh but on the other, she knew that them acting like this could only lead to trouble. Her contemplation over what to do was eventually realized to be pointless about a week ago when Roman had just finished giving her the best back rub anyone had ever received. If someone had heard her moaning, they would've thought that she had had 10 orgasms by now.

"Thank you" Y/N said, almost breathlessly, as she crawled over into bed beside Roman.

"Anytime baby" he replied with a wink while grabbing his phone to look through work emails.

"baby"

It just took that one stupid little word being said to make Y/N realize just how smitten she really was with him. Once she heard Roman call her that she instantly knew she never wanted him to call her anything else ever again.

Logically, Y/N knew that he didn't mean anything by it.

"baby"

She was infatuated - not delusional, but something about the way it sounded coming out of his mouth made her want to wrap herself around the tall man in her bed and never let go.

Since then, Y/N had tried to think about what she should do about her feelings:

Tell him? -No, that would be dumb

"baby"

Avoid him? - Doubtful that Roman would let me go a full 24 hours without contact

"baby"

Run away? - It's Roman Godfrey, he would have a security team tracking me before I could even finish packing

"baby"

brain fuck off

"baby"

Shoot myself? -maybe

Luckily for her, Roman had been especially busy with work this week so the only time she really saw him was when he needed to get laid. The downside to this was that it gave her more time to ruminate over her current situation. Y/N had decided that her best course of action was to just ignore it. Push it down until it went away or exploded, but that was future Y/N's problem.

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The bar Roman had dragged her to was old and grimy - like most places in Hemlock Grove. The bar table they were sitting at was sticky and reeked of alcohol but Y/N was too drunk to care. Considering Y/N's tendency to become overly affectionate whenever she drank, she figured it would allow her to indulge her fantasies somewhat without striking up any suspicion.

Roman was too busy ranting on about how his idiot receptionist had managed to fuck up something simple yet again to notice just how intoxicated she was until she got up from her bar stool to stand in-between his legs and wrap her arms around his shoulders. Roman paused mid rant, put his arms around her waist and looked at her with a raised brow. Y/N smiled, used her finger to slightly tilt his head up and kissed him soft and slowly. Roman quickly took control by biting her lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth and pulling her closer into him. Y/N moved her hands from his shoulders into his hair and tugged softly before they broke apart. Once they caught their breaths, before Roman could say anything, Y/N grabbed his chin between her thumb and forefinger, bringing him back to kiss her again while the other hand trailed down Roman's chest to his belt buckle and gently rubbed his groin. Just as she felt it begin to twitch, she abruptly pulled away and looked at him with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Roman snapped back to reality and glared at her.

"You're such a fucking tease when you're drunk" he muttered

"Ya? well what are you going to do about it?" she said coyly, biting her lip while running her fingers up and down his chest.

Roman grabbed her hips and twisted her around roughly so her back was flat against his chest "I'm gonna go take a piss but when I come back I'm taking you home and fucking you so deep into the mattress, you won't be able to find your way out for a week" Roman growled into her ear. "Promise?" She asked. Instead of responding, he kissed the base of her neck quickly in confirmation before standing her up and excusing himself to the restroom.