Synopsis: Inwhich the feelings you've let invade your chest like barberry, for this giant boy whom you've spent almost four years being best friends with, begin to suffocate you on a night that seems as uneventful as any other. I.E Seems.
Takes place in season 1
Warnings: voyeurism, angst, future smut includes softdom! Roman, size kink, fingering, to be determined 👀
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"I think they're cute, I mean it's an unconventional pairing, but they seem to make each other happy."
The ornery boy beside you makes a sound akin to a scoff as he reaches over to place a red skittle atop your expectant tongue as you stick it out unceremoniously.
"He's doing it to piss me off, I know he is-" he throws a piece of candy across the room, slender fingers delving back into the snack bag as the skittle he threw hits the wall.
"I mean maybe they're both doing it to piss me off, fuck knows." He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the pose one that mimicks his personality.
Stubborn, angsty, supressed.
He bounces his foot as it hangs off the edge of his bed, along with the rest of his two long legs.
You both have been like this for about an hour, lying here on top of his dishevled comforter, staring at the ceiling and discussing whatever has bothered the other throughout the day; it's become somewhat of a daily routine.
Although it's safe to say that Roman is slightly more prone to agitation.
"You know, maybe you're just always pissed off-" you sit up on your elbows, looking down at him with an exquisitive brow. "You should probably get that checked out."
Your eyes meet, and he feigns apathy before the corners of his chapped lips twitch ever so slightly, and a chuckle rises from his throat while his hands reach out to tug you down on top of him.
You let out an overdramatic screech as his dexterous fingers begin to tickle your sides, the thrashing of your body doing nothing to deter him from causing you complete and utter misery.
"You're a little fucker, you know that?" His tone seems consequential, though you know that he is all the more thrilled to have you in hysterics, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes.
"Okay okay! I'm gonna piss myself if you don't stop!"
He haults his attack, a faux scowl of disgust contorting his features as he pushes you off of him, the memory foam of his mattress molding around your body as you catch your breath.
