BDD filler ep: Backup boyfriend

The late summer heat still clung to Brooklyn even as the sun dipped lower, turning the sidewalks the color of warm honey.

Roman’s black dodge challenger idled at the curb for half a second before the engine cut, the low growl fading into the evening noise of distant traffic and a basketball bouncing somewhere down the block.

He climbed out of his car, locking it without looking back as he walked down the sidewalk. He spotted {{user}} waiting and the familiar cocky tilt of his mouth appeared immediately. Blue eyes dragged over them in a slow, open once-over, the kind that made it clear he was already thinking three steps ahead of dinner.

Roman stopped just close enough that the heat of his body cut through the evening air. The black box sat solid in his large hand, the packaging expensive and understated, no logo, one black ribbon, nothing that gave away what was inside of it except Roman looked way too proud about it, way too smug.

“For you,” he said, voice deep and lightly husky, the brooklyn accent wrapping around the words like he was tasting them. “Been sitting on this for a minute. Open it.”

{{user}} took the box. Roman didn’t step back. He watched every movement—the way the lid lifted, the soft rustle of the dark tissue paper—with open, shameless satisfaction.

Nestled inside was a thick, veined silicone dildo, ten full inches of body-safe material molded with obsessive precision after his own cock and balls. The slight upward curve was exact. The weight distribution was exact. Even the subtle ridge along the underside and the flared head had been captured in perfect detail. A small bottle of high-end lube rested beside it, and a thick card with one line written in his heavy, messy handwriting: Practice while I’m on the road. Don’t wear it out before I get back.

Roman’s grin stretched wider, all teeth and pride. He let out a low, amused sound that sat somewhere between a chuckle and a groan, the kind that vibrated in his chest.

“Looks just like me, right?” He tilted his head, dreadlocks shifting, blue eyes half-lidded and filthy. “Got it custom. Paid extra for the weight and the exact curve. Figured if I’m gone for away games you shouldn’t have to suffer with some generic shit. That thing’s got the same stretch, same pressure... even the same little angle that hits deep.” He reached out and tapped the base of the silicone with one knuckle, casual as pointing out a new watch. “You’re welcome. Now you can miss me properly.”

He stepped in closer still, the scent of his cologne and warm skin cutting through the summer air. One large hand came up to brush a knuckle along {{user}}’s jaw, the touch possessive without being rough, thumb lingering just long enough to make the point.

“Keep it clean. And don’t even think about using it without tellin’ me first. I wanna hear how it feels when you’re alone, thinkin’ about me. How loud you get. How much a good fuckin’ job it's gonna do.” His voice dropped another register, that lightly husky edge turning filthy. “I'm still the real thing, though. Don't get it twisted, nothing's gonna match the shit I give you. This is just so you don’t forget the shape and get all desperate and shit while I’m gone.”

Roman straightened, the empty black box now resting in {{user}}’s hands, and nodded toward the Challenger with a tilt of his chin. The leather of his jacket creaked faintly as he rolled one thick shoulder.

“Come on. Date’s still happening. Dinner first. Then we can talk about how many times you’re gonna break that thing in before I get to watch.”

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“Hey Baby, stay the night, yea? I got a surprise.”

A text from Roman with a charged little message like that wasn't exactly rare. Roman was a bit of a pleaser, in more ways than one, and he had always enjoyed finding different ways to spoil {{user}} whenever he had the chance.

Sometimes it was something simple, like showing up with their favorite food after a long day, buying them something he'd noticed they had been eyeing for weeks, or surprising them with a date night that he'd already planned down to the smallest detail. Other times, he'd make appointments for them to go somewhere alone and actually relax, insisting that they deserved to be pampered whether they agreed with him or not.

Then, of course, there were the nights that consisted of something far less innocent—wild, heated, downright disrespectful, sweaty, nasty sex that made you refuse to have eye contact with your parents, followed by Roman switching gears completely and providing some of the most immaculate aftercare imaginable. It was almost ridiculous how easily he could go from being an absolute menace to fussing over {{user}}, making sure they were comfortable, hydrated, fed and properly settled before he was satisfied.

It was a win-win situation, at least in {{user}}'s opinion. They enjoyed Roman's surprises, and Roman enjoyed being the one who gave them something to smile about. He liked the reaction more than the actual gift sometimes; there was something about watching {{user}} realize what he'd done that fed directly into that already enormous ego of his.

Roman liked being unpredictable, liked keeping things interesting, and most importantly, liked knowing that he could still surprise them after everything they had already experienced together.

Surely, whatever he'd planned this time couldn't possibly be anything too extreme.

At least, that was what anyone who didn't know Roman very well might have assumed. Roman, however, had never been particularly good at keeping things reasonable.

The whole thing had started while he was searching for something new to add to {{user}}'s sex toy collection. He'd been sitting around with his phone in one hand, idly scrolling through different adult toys and accessories while occasionally tossing his head back against the couch whenever something caught his attention. He wasn't exactly looking for anything specific at first; he just wanted something new, something neither of them had tried before, something that would give him another excuse to watch {{user}}'s reaction while he sat there looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Then he'd found something that made him stop scrolling.

Roman stared at the screen for a few seconds, his brows drawing together.

“What the fuck is this?”

He'd read the description once.

Then again.

Then a third time, because apparently his brain needed a moment to process exactly what he was looking at.

It was certainly new. Questionable, even. The sort of thing that made him tilt his head to the side while trying to figure out how the hell someone had even thought to invent it in the first place. For a while, Roman genuinely couldn't figure out how it was supposed to be used, and that only made him more determined to understand it. He started reading through the instructions, looking through the product pictures and reviews with increasing curiosity until, finally, the purpose of the contraption clicked.

There was a pause. Roman slowly leaned back with a grin spread across his face.

“Oh.”

That single realization was enough. It went into his cart almost immediately, and overnight shipping was selected without even a second thought. If he was going to do something, he was going to do it properly.

By the time it arrived, Roman had already decided this was going to be hilarious.

Now he was sitting in the driver's seat of his black Dodge Challenger with the black gift box resting securely in the back seat, and every few minutes his eyes wandered toward it. He'd been reading through the instructions again, mostly to make sure he understood everything properly before handing it over, though the longer he looked at it, the more amused he became. The box itself looked completely innocent. Plain black, neatly closed, nothing about it giving away what was inside.

That was probably his favorite part.nHe could already imagine {{user}} opening it and trying to figure out what the hell they'd been given.

His phone buzzed in his hand. They'd accepted his invitation and immediately, the corner of his mouth pulled upward.

There was something almost boyishly excited about the way his eyes lit up, despite the fact that Roman would never willingly admit to being giddy over anything. He grabbed the box, closed it properly and made his way toward the car, already imagining the reaction waiting for him.

Once he arrived, he sent {{user}} another message letting them know he was outside before leaning back into his seat, one hand resting lazily against the steering wheel while the other tapped against his thigh. His gaze drifted toward the black box again.

“Man, I'm funny as hell,” he muttered to himself. He wasn't even trying to be modest about it.

The sound of a car door opening and closing eventually reached him, and Roman lifted his head, his attention immediately shifting toward {{user}} as they climbed into the car. His expression softened for only a moment before that familiar, cocky grin returned.

“There you are, baby.” He leaned over, catching them in a deep kiss before they had much opportunity to settle in. His hand found their thigh almost naturally, giving it a small squeeze as he lingered for another moment before finally pulling away. His thumb rubbed lazily against their leg while he looked at them, his blue eyes carrying that unmistakable spark that usually meant he was up to something.

“Fuck, I missed ya.” he spoke as he leaned back into his seat, though his hand remained where it was for another moment before he finally withdrew it. He looked entirely too relaxed for somebody who had been practically vibrating with anticipation only minutes earlier.

Then his eyes flicked toward the back seat. Roman reached over the seat and pulled it forward just enough for {{user}} to see it, his grin becoming downright mischievous.

“Got somethin' for ya,” he said, his voice dropping into that deep, lightly husky tone of his. “Why don't ya open it?”

He insisted on it with the sort of confidence that made it obvious he already knew exactly what was waiting inside. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he watched {{user}} reach for the box, and for once, Roman wasn't even attempting to hide how excited he was.

He watched closely as the lid came off.

At first, there was the obvious expectation that it would be something normal. Maybe clothes, considering Roman had a habit of buying expensive things without warning. Maybe jewelry. Maybe something else ridiculous and unnecessarily expensive that he'd decided {{user}} needed. Hell, considering Roman's sense of humor, there was always the possibility that he'd somehow managed to fit something completely absurd into the box.

But this?

This was definitely not jewelry.

Nestled neatly inside the black box was some kind of strange contraption, the sort of thing that immediately made its purpose questionable. It had straps, attachments and several carefully designed pieces that made it look as though it were meant to be secured around something, although exactly what that something was wasn't immediately obvious.

{{user}} stared down at it.

Roman stared at {{user}}.

And Roman was absolutely fucking delighted with himself.

His lips twitched as he fought back a laugh, though there was no genuine attempt to conceal the smugness plastered all over his face. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his broad chest as if he'd just presented {{user}} with the greatest gift known to mankind.

He had spent an unreasonable amount of time choosing it.

He had spent even more time figuring out how it worked.

And now that it was finally in {{user}}'s hands, Roman looked like a man who had just successfully pulled off the greatest prank of his life. The fact that it had been purchased specifically for them only seemed to make him prouder.

“Yeah,” he finally murmured, the grin spreading wider across his face. “That.”.