#romllis

[baekbunns]

I GET SO GAY OFF THAT TEQUILAAA

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WE'RE KEEPING YOU — Client!2hollis x Stripper!reader x Client!rommulas

client!2hollis x stripper!reader x client!rommulas one-shot

information: Hollis x Reader x Roman smut-shot. Reader is a stripper and 2 new customers come into the club and take her home. based off the song 'or nah remix'. this fic long asf so prepare. cw: Smut! like so much smut, a lot of dirty talk, face riding, oral (both rec), rough sex, squirting, threesome vibes, spitting in mouth, biting, masturbation, handjob (romllis), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, spanking. masterlist taglist

Music pulsed through the club in heavy, rhythmic waves, bass vibrating beneath your heels as colored lights swept across the room in dizzying flashes of every color under the rainbow.

The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and sex. You stood at the center of the stage, moving slowly, deliberately, every roll of your hips practiced and precise.

Men watched from every shadowed corner, their eyes sharp and hungry in a way you had long ago grown used to. Their desire no longer unsettled you. It did in the beginning — back when you first started stripping. Back when you loved the attention.

In those early days, the weight of a stranger’s gaze had made your pulse race. The heat of their hands, the way their eyes devoured you, had made you feel powerful. You had held the control.

Now, as you spun around the pole and let your body slide down in one fluid motion, money fluttered at your feet like fallen leaves. You offered them a sultry look when your eyes met theirs, lips parting just enough to sell the fantasy. It was convincing. It was flawless.

It was fake.

You did not hate your job. It was still thrilling in its own way. But you hated how routine it had become — how predictable the hunger in men’s eyes was. How easily you could read them. How rarely they surprised you.

As your song faded into its final notes, you smiled teasingly at your regulars in the front row. You bent slowly, deliberately, gathering the scattered bills as whistles followed your movements. When you straightened, your gaze drifted to the back of the room — and that was when you saw them.

A group of men you had never seen before.

Most looked distracted, immersed in their own conversations, but two of them stood out instantly.

One had long blond hair with the slightest natural wave, falling down his sides. He wore black jeans and a crisp white button-up, sleeves rolled carelessly to reveal strong forearms.

The man beside him had shoulder-length dark hair, loose and curling against his collar. He wore similar dark jeans and a brown jacket that fit him too well.

Both of them were staring at you. Not casually. Not lazily. Completely admiring.

Your breath caught — a subtle shift inside you that you had almost forgotten. Something electric flickered under your skin. You held their gaze for one heartbeat too long before turning smoothly, heels clicking sharply against the stage as you walked off.

Backstage, the noise dimmed into distant thuds. The other girls laughed, changed outfits, passed cigarettes between them. You walked to your station and sat down, crossing your legs as you began counting your money.

“Y/n, sweetie? Can you come out here for a second?”

You looked up to see Chris, the club’s manager, leaning against the doorway. You gave him a soft smile.

“What’s up, Chris?”

“There’s two guys out there asking for a dance. You good right now?”

You nodded automatically, assuming it was one of your regulars. You reapplied lip gloss, ran your fingers through your hair, and followed him out.

“See those two staring at you? The blond and the brunette?” he murmured.

Your stomach tightened when you saw them again. “Yeah,” you replied smoothly. “No problem.”

You approached their booth with slow, deliberate steps, aware of every sway of your hips. When you reached their table, you offered them your most polished smile.

“Hi, guys. I’m Y/n. What can I do for you?”

The blond smirked first, his gaze traveling slowly over you. “Dance for us, sweetheart.”

His tone wasn’t eager or desperate. It was controlled. "Wanna see that pretty ass bouncing for us."

He glanced at the dark-haired man beside him. “Ain’t that right, Roman?”

Roman’s eyes held something deeper than hunger. Something steady. Possessive.

“Let’s take this somewhere private Hollis,” he said evenly, looking back towards you. “When you’re with us… you’re ours.”

Your pulse skipped. You swallowed. “Y-yeah. Of course. Follow me.”

The walk to the private room felt charged rather than awkward. Their presence behind you wasn’t intrusive. You felt their eyes tracing every movement, and for the first time in a long time, it sent sparks through you.

Inside, deep red lighting illuminated the dark room. “I should tell you the private rooms are an extra charge,” you managed.

They laughed softly.

“We’re not worried about the price,” Roman said as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was confident and calm. “Take a breath.”

You hadn’t even realized you were holding one.

You chewed your lip and Roman took a seat on one of the couches and pulled a joint from his front pocket then sparked it.

The light illuminating from the mini fire casting a beautiful shadow across his face before he took a long puff and exhaled it — the room filling with faint smell of weed as music from outside hummed in.

Hollis sits down on a chair in the middle of the room and pats his lap “Come sit sweetheart”

You climbed into his lap, your movements slow, controlled. His hands settled on your hips instantly. You began to move against him, testing the rhythm, watching his expression you picked up the pace and started bouncing your ass up and down slowly on his growing bulge.

His gaze stayed fixed on your face rather than your body, and that unsettled you more than anything.

“So, y/n,” he murmured, “you got a boyfriend?”

Your movements faltered for half a second before his hand pressed firmly against your ass. “Don’t stop.”

“No,” you answered quietly, resuming your rhythm. “I don’t.”

“Why not?” His fingers trailed lightly up your back, and you shivered despite yourself.

“I guess I’m not the type of girl someone brings home to meet his mom.”

Roman let out a low sound from behind you. “Look at her,” Hollis said softly.

You glanced back. Roman was watching you like he was memorizing you. “I’m looking, just wait till I finish this joint doll.” he took another puff and Hollis took your chin between his fingers to turn your head back to him.

“You want him?” He asks boldly and you open your mouth — shock and confusion making the words catch in your throat. “Tell me what you want.” He urges you on.

“Yes. I want him..” You grind your hips harder now, something wilder consuming you as the thin fabric between you and his jeans create a friction you were used to, but had never effected you like how it did right now.

“I want you as well.” You finish.

He nods once “I can tell baby,” he reaches a hand between you — fingers teasing the fabric of your panties and leaning up to whisper in your ear. “Your soaked for me.”

A whimper escaped your lips and he laughs before carefully pulling you out of his lap and standing — the height difference really daunting now.

You turn and watch as Hollis sits down next to Roman — he hands him the half finished joint and rises from his seat slowly, not rushing in the slightest as he sits down in the same seat Hollis was just in.

You go to straddle him and he tuts, stopping you. “Turn around for me angel.” he tells you and you oblige — slowly turning around, moving your hips in a slow circle before sitting down in his lap, grinding back and forth slowly, feeling the hardness poking against you.

It didn’t shock you at all, majority of the people you gave dances to were hard during it, but it has never made your body tingle like this. These guys didn't feel like just customers to you, and it intrigued you.

Romans hand rested on your waist and he watched you “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” You blushed softly “Thank you.” You turned your head to meet his face — his dead, dark brown eyes sending pricks down your spine.

Your movements sped up, wanting to make him feel good but also to chase the building pleasure in your stomach. Roman groaned when you leaned back against his chest, your ass sitting firm on his growing bulge.

His arm wrapped around your waist fully, keeping you flush against him. Your eyes trace his arm, the veins crawling from his hand up his forearm and up his biceps — you peep his tattoos and subconsciously run a hand over them.

“You like my tattoos?” he teases, his voice a whisper against the shell of your ear, you nod. “They turn me on.” You turn your head to catch his eyes again and his hips jerk up and help you grind against him.

Hollis rises from his seat and walks to stand behind Roman, his long fingers move to brush across your cheek. “Can we get you out this club, sweetheart?” he asks and you pause for a second. Looking up at Hollis and down at Roman before taking a deep breath and nodding softly.

—

Their apartment was immaculate. Floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the city below, and warm golden light softened the sleek interior. It felt expensive, it felt like them.

The sharp jingle of Hollis's keys dropping into the ceramic bowl reverberated through the spacious apartment, cutting through the hushed ambiance like a promise of what was to come.

Hollis and Roman steered you toward the plush leather couch, their hands firm on your hips, guiding you with the easy confidence of men who knew exactly what they wanted.

Hollis dropped onto the cushions first, his muscular frame sinking into the softness, while Roman lingered right behind you, his broad chest pressing hot against your back.

In one fluid motion, they both peeled off their shirts, revealing toned torsos etched with shadows from the lighting — Hollis's arms flexing as he leaned back, Roman's skin radiating heat that seeped through your thin top.

“You good at following instructions, y/n?” Roman's voice rumbled low and steady, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

You nodded quickly, heart pounding.

“Words, baby,” Hollis interjected, his large hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing a teasing path that brushed dangerously close to the aching heat between your legs.

“Yes, I’m good at following instructions,” you managed, forcing the words out in a breathy rush.

“How good?” they pressed in unison, their tones laced with playful menace that made your pulse spike.

“So good, please—I’m so good,” you pleaded, the desperation slipping out unbidden.

Hollis and Roman exchanged a knowing glance, smirks tugging at their lips, before their eyes locked back on you, dark with hunger.

“Perfect. Now this is what’s gonna happen.” Hollis laid down fully on the couch, his gaze pinning you in place like a physical touch. “You’re gonna ride my face...”

Your eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat surging straight to your pussy, making your thighs clench instinctively as slick need pooled there.

“While you suck my dick,” Roman finished, his voice a gravelly command that vibrated through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against his shoulder in overwhelmed surrender, and he chuckled — a deep, throaty sound that vibrated against your skin.

“You can handle it, can't you, doll?”

You bit your lower lip, turning to meet his intense stare. “Yes, Roman, I can handle it—I’ll be so good for you.”

A satisfied grin spread across his face, and he gave you a gentle nudge forward, his hands lingering just long enough to stoke the fire building inside you.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs with a deliberate slowness that drew their hungry eyes.

Stepping out of the damp fabric, you stood before them half-naked, your skin prickling under their scrutiny — the cool air of the apartment kissing your exposed curves while the city lights danced across your body like a private spotlight.

Climbing onto the couch, you straddled Hollis's chest first, your soaking pussy leaving a glistening trail against his skin as you maneuvered higher.

The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint notes of expensive cologne from the guys. You positioned yourself carefully, hovering just above his mouth, thighs trembling with anticipation.

Hollis's strong arms snaked around your thighs, gripping the soft flesh with unyielding possession, anchoring you right where he wanted. “I want you to sit on my face, baby. Full weight. Think about hovering, and I’ll bend you over my knee.” He winked, a flash of mischief in his eyes, before yanking you down hard and firm onto his waiting mouth.

A sharp yell tore from your throat, morphing into a guttural moan as his tongue plunged into your folds without mercy.

Your head snapped forward, body slumping in a haze of pleasure, but Roman's hands were there in an instant — cupping your chin, tilting your face up so he could drink in every twitch and gasp.

He watched intently as Hollis devoured you, his tongue lapping broad strokes along your dripping slit before sucking your swollen clit between his lips with a wet, insistent pull. The sensation ripped another shaky cry from you, your hips bucking involuntarily against the relentless pressure.

Once you found your balance, bracing your hand on the back of the couch, you rocked harder, grinding your pussy against his mouth in desperate rhythm. He groaned into you, the vibration sending jolts straight to your core, his nose bumping your clit as he fucked you with his tongue — deep thrusts that had your walls clenching.

He pulled back just enough to glance up at you, lips shiny with your juices, eyes blazing with raw desire as he spoke.

His voice muffled against your slick folds, Hollis's words vibrated through your core like a live wire. "So loud, sweetheart—you like the way I flick my tongue? You need Roman's cock in your mouth to keep you quiet?"

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching as you nodded fervently, eyes lifting to lock onto Roman's. His gaze scorched into you, dark and promising more of the delicious torment that had your nerves buzzing.

With a smirk, Roman's fingers dipped to his zipper, the metallic rasp slicing through the heavy air. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one swift tug, his thick, veined cock springing free — rigid and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water, a fresh surge of heat flooding your veins.

You licked your lips slowly, deliberately, then extended your tongue, flat and inviting. Eyes never leaving his, you guided him to your mouth and slapped the heavy length against your wet tongue — once, twice — the salty tang of him exploding on your taste buds and drawing a low growl from deep in his chest.

"Lick that tip, doll. Can you do that?" Roman's words came out rough, edged with restraint as he watched you intently.

You nodded again, the motion jerky through the moan Hollis coaxed from you with relentless swirls of his tongue against your pulsing clit.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of Roman's cock — your hand barely circling its girth — you leaned in, dragging your tongue over the sensitive tip in teasing, kitten licks.

The heat of him filled your senses, amplifying the electric pleasure ripping through your body as Hollis's mouth worked you without pause.

Then, driven by raw hunger, you surged forward, taking him in your mouth entirely, the head hitting the back of your throat. Roman's head snapped back, a guttural "Fuck!" exploding from him through gritted teeth, his abs clenching visibly in the dim light.

His hand dove into your hair, fingers threading through the strands before twisting them into a loose, messy bun — securing his grip like a lifeline.

With firm tugs, he set the pace, sliding you back and forth along his length, the wet sounds of your mouth echoing through the apartment.

"Throat that dick, angel—fuck, such a good slut," he rasped, voice thick with approval that sent a thrill straight to your soaked core.

You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a sharp hiss from Roman as he sank his teeth into his lower lip, the skin whitening under the pressure.

Below you, Hollis's tongue traced long, deliberate paths up and down your entire pussy, savoring every inch before diving deep into your clenching hole.

Your walls fluttered around the invading muscle, a choked noise bubbling up your throat as he thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm of Roman's cock in your mouth.

Roman's hold on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing thicker against your tongue as soft whines leaked from him — raw, uncontrolled sounds that betrayed how close he was.

Hollis's hips jerked upward into empty air, his own arousal straining untouched as he devoured you, the slick essence of your pussy coating his chin and driving him wild.

Hollis zeroed in on your clit once more, drawing the swollen nub between his lips with a firm suck that had stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your body coiled tighter, teetering on the edge, every nerve alight.

Desperation fueled you; you hollowed your cheeks, sucking Roman's cock with frantic, messy pulls — saliva dripping down your chin as you ground shamelessly against Hollis's face, chasing the building pleasure.

"Cum for us," Hollis demanded, the words rumbling directly into your flesh. "Can feel you dripping all over my face already—let go, baby."

Your eyes rolled back, vision blurring as Roman's cock swelled impossibly more in your mouth. The command shattered you — your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave (Chase Atlantic reference), ripping a muffled scream from your throat that vibrated around him.

Roman bucked once, twice, before pumping ropes of hot cum straight down your throat, the salty flood forcing you to swallow greedily as tremors wracked your frame atop Hollis.

Panting, Roman eased out of your mouth, his fingers loosening from your hair only to smooth the tangled strands tenderly. A genuine, sated smile curved his lips as he caught his breath, the city lights casting a soft glow around his sweat-soaked body.

He tucked himself back into his boxers with casual efficiency, then extended a hand, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth to swipe away a stray bead of his release.

He pressed the digit past your lips, letting you suck it clean with a playful glint in his eye before withdrawing it with a deliberate pop, the sound hanging in the charged air like an aftershock.

You slide off Hollis on shaky legs, the world tilting as your muscles quiver from the intensity of the night, but before you can tumble backward against the couch, Hollis stands swiftly and catches you — his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

He scoops you up effortlessly, hands sliding under your thighs to grip your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he carries you toward the kitchen. Your bare pussy presses flush against his stomach, the heat of his skin against your slick folds sending fresh sparks of arousal through you with every step.

He sets you down on the edge of the table, the cool wood a stark contrast to your heated body, and eases you back until you're lying flat on your back, legs dangling off the side.

Roman moves to the fridge beside you, the door swinging open with a soft hum, and he pulls out a bottle of champagne. The cork pops with a sharp crack, fizzing bubbles spilling over as he pours it into a glass, the golden liquid swirling invitingly.

"I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table, and Roman’s gonna watch you come undone on my cock," Hollis tells you, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that makes your core clench.

He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet kitchen before he shoves his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock springs free, thick and veined, already hard and leaking at the tip. He grips it in his palm, stroking the length a few times — his fist pumping deliberately, making it twitch — before stepping forward. The thick pink tip teases your sensitive clit, rubbing in slow circles through your soaked folds, and you gasp sharply, hips bucking up as you reach for him.

"Please..." you whimper, fingers brushing his wrist, desperate for more.

Hollis searches your face, lust consuming him — his eyes dark and hooded, every muscle in his body taut with hunger, shaping his jaw into a clenched line. He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it over his shoulder, the position opening you wider.

"Take a deep breath for me," he smirks, the predatory glint in his eye making you shudder. You try, inhaling shakily, but you don't even make it through a full breath before he surges forward, slamming his cock into you with a long, rough thrust.

Your head flies back against the table, a scream tearing from your throat — "Hollis! Fuck! Oh my god!" — the sudden stretch burning deliciously as he fills you completely, bottoming out in one go.

Hollis doesn't give you time to adjust; he starts pounding into your soaking pussy right away, hips snapping with brutal force, the table creaking under the assault.

"So fucking tight, baby — scream for me all you want," he growls, leaning in to bite down gently on your calf, teeth sinking deeper into the muscle as you clench around him involuntarily, walls fluttering.

"God, baby. The way you’re wrapping around me is a problem." Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your stomach tightening in a way that makes your entire body sizzle with pleasure.

"I-I can’t," you gasp, hands clawing at the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood as he thrusts relentlessly, each plunge driving deeper, hitting spots that make your vision blur.

"Yes you can — you can take it, sweetheart, c'mon," Hollis urges, leaning forward to bend you in half, your knee nearly touching your shoulder as he fucks even deeper, the angle letting him grind against your cervix.

Tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, one sliding down your cheek in a hot trail, and you feel Roman's hand reach down, his thumb smoothing it away tenderly.

He leans close to your face, his breath warm on your skin, eyes flicking over to Hollis as he continues to pound into you, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the air.

"How good does it feel, doll? Tell me," Roman murmurs, his voice smooth and coaxing.

You swallow sharply, trying to catch your breath amid Hollis's assault on your pussy, the words stumbling out. "It f-feels—fuck!" Hollis pulls out suddenly, leaving just the tip inside, your walls clenching around nothing before he thrusts all the way back in, the tease making you arch off the table.

"So good! So fucking good..." you manage, voice breaking.

Amused, Roman straightens and swirls the champagne in his glass, the liquid catching the light, before leaning back down. "Tilt your head back," he instructs, and you obey instantly, craning your neck. "Now open your mouth." Your lips part wide, tongue out slightly, and he takes a slow sip, the bubbles tickling his tongue.

He leans in close — noses brushing, eyes locked on yours — before spitting the champagne into your mouth, the warm, fizzy liquid mixing with his saliva sliding over your tongue.

You moan softly, the intimate act making the knot in your stomach tighten unbearably, the tangy sweetness and the knowledge that it came from his mouth pushing you higher.

Hollis grabs your other leg, hooking it over his opposite shoulder, and pinches your thighs together, the pressure intensifying every sensation as he fucks into you harder than ever — hips pistoning, cock dragging along your walls with punishing speed.

Your breathing turns to ragged pants, every inch of your body heating up like a furnace, fingers digging into the table hard enough to leave faint dents in the wood.

Hollis groans loudly above you, the sound raw and desperate, and you feel his hips stutter, his cock swelling thicker inside you, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots.

Roman's fingers reach down then, twisting your nipples sharply under your bra — pinching and rolling the hardened peaks — and that sends you spiraling over the edge.

Your brain numbs in a haze of white-hot pleasure, the coil in your stomach snapping as a gush of warm liquid squirts from you, splashing across Hollis’s stomach, soaking his abs in a glistening sheen.

He mutters a low "Fuck," eyes widening at the sight, before his own release hits — cock throbbing as he spills inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your insides, flooding you with heat that seeps deeper with each pulse.

His head falls against your shoulder, body heavy and spent, as he gently lowers your legs, both of you breathing heavily, chests heaving in unison.

"Your pussy is heaven, sweetheart," he murmurs, nipping at your neck with his teeth before straightening up, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, cum trickling from your entrance onto the table beneath you. He pulls back to stand tall, his muscular frame glistening with sweat.

"Hope you're not too tired."

You shake your head weakly, utterly spent from the way Hollis had pounded into you, but when you try to stand, your legs buckle beneath you like jelly.

A soft chuckle rumbles from both men — Hollis's deep and commanding, Roman's lighter and teasing. Roman steps in smoothly, wrapping a strong arm around your waist while the other scoops under your knees, lifting you bridal-style with effortless grace.

His toned chest presses warm and firm against your cheek, the steady thump of his heartbeat lulling you as exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. You fight the urge to slump fully into him, savoring the secure hold as he carries you through the dimly lit hallway into the bedroom.

The room envelops you in soft shadows, the king-sized bed filling the center. Roman lowers you gently onto the end of the bed, your bare feet dangling just above the plush carpet.

Hollis follows close behind, shutting the door with a click that seals the three of you in. He strides to the sleek safe tucked in the corner, punching in the code with practiced fingers before the lock beeps open.

From inside, he extracts a thick wad of cash, the bills crisp. He approaches you with confidence, peeling off a few bills and dangling them teasingly in front of your face. "Take your bra off," he commands, his voice a low rumble that sends fresh shivers down your spine.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach behind your back, unhooking the clasp with a soft snap. The lace bra slips down your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room, nipples hardening instantly under their gazes.

You let it fall on the floor beside you. Hollis's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he sets the money beside your hip on the bed, then steps back to Roman's side, their bodies brushing in a way that hints at their unspoken dynamic.

"Touch yourself," Hollis orders next, his eyes locked on yours with unyielding intensity. You swallow hard, the buzz of arousal still humming through your core, and slide your hand down your stomach.

Your fingers meet your swollen clit, slick with remnants of your earlier release, and a soft whimper escapes your lips as you begin to circle it slowly.

The sensation reignites the fire, your body arching subtly into the touch. Hollis nods approvingly, counting out a larger stack of bills and tossing them lightly at your feet — they flutter down like confetti, scattering across the carpet.

Then, in a move that catches you off guard, Hollis circles behind Roman, his large hands gripping his hips to guide him forward a few deliberate steps until he's standing right before you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Hollis presses the wad of cash into Roman's palm. "Give her three hundred every time she impresses you," he instructs, his tone brooking no argument.

Roman nods, his breath hitching as Hollis's hand snakes around his toned stomach, dipping lower into the waistband of his boxers. Those skilled fingers cup Roman's hardening cock under the thin fabric, eliciting a deep groan from him as his hips buck instinctively into the firm grip.

Your own fingers quicken on your clit, rubbing in tight, urgent circles as you watch Hollis tease Roman — the sight of them making your empty pussy clench with desperate need. Hollis tugs Roman's boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick cock to bob heavily in the air.

He wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your eyes lock with Roman's, both of your faces twisting in shared pleasure — your hips grinding against your fingers, his thrusting into Hollis's tight hold.

Every time your pace intensifies or a moan slips from your throat, Roman fumbles with the cash, tossing bills haphazardly into the air above you.

They rain down softly, some sticking to your sweat-dampened skin, others piling at your feet. Roman bites his lower lip hard, stifling a whine as Hollis glances over his shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses up the column of his neck.

His thumb swirls over Roman's throbbing tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum there, and Roman's body jerks violently from the overload, but Hollis's free arm bands around his waist, holding him steady. "Hollis, fuck..." Roman whimpers breathlessly, his voice a ragged whisper that barely cuts through the heavy air.

You chew your own lip, mirroring his desperation as your fingers fly faster, the pressure coiling tight and hot in your belly. "I'm gonna cum soon..." you moan, the words tumbling out unbidden.

Roman groans in response, his eyes darkening. "Me too." Your head tips backwards, the world narrowing to the electric build-up, and then it crashes over you — your body going rigid as waves of bliss shatter through every nerve, your pussy spasming and dripping fresh release onto the sheets below.

Roman watches you intently, his own hips snapping erratically into Hollis's fist as your orgasm unfolds, the sight pushing him to the edge. But just as he's about to tip over, Hollis releases his cock with a wicked chuckle, leaving Roman's length twitching desperately in the open air.

A unsatisfied whimper spills from Roman's lips as he spins to face Hollis. "What the fuck?" he complains, annoyance lacing his flushed tone.

Hollis laughs, a deep, amused sound that vibrates through the room, and jerks his chin toward you. "It's your turn to fuck that perfect pussy — you should be thanking me." Roman brushes off the words entirely, his focus shifting back to you with pure hunger.

You scoot backward to the headboard, your heart pounding in anticipation as he climbs up to join you.

Roman lowers his head between your thighs, his breath warm and teasing against your sensitive skin as he drinks in the sight of your plump, soaked pussy — still glistening from your previous releases, lips swollen and inviting.

His eyes darken, and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, trailing his lips slowly along your body.

By the time he reaches your face, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His face hovers just inches above yours, breath mingling with your own, before he dips to your neck — kissing the tender skin there, then biting down with just enough pressure to make you gasp, his teeth grazing as his rock-hard cock bucks insistently against your thigh, the thick length sliding hot and heavy.

"You gonna take this dick, angel?" he tempts, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that vibrates against your pulse.

"Yes..." you breathe, your hand reaching out to grab his arm, fingers digging into the firm muscle.

He shakes his head with a teasing tsk, his grip tightening on your hip. "You were falling apart on Hollis—gotta prove you can really take dick." In a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sheets cool against your flushed skin.

You arch your back instinctively, pushing your ass up and wiggling it against him, the movement desperate and inviting as you feel his cock nudge your cheeks.

Roman lines himself up with your entrance, the blunt tip pressing against your slick folds before he pushes in just enough to coat himself in your juices, the stretch already making you whimper.

Then, with a deep groan, he thrusts all the way in, burying his cock to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You cry out, the overwhelming fullness hitting you like a wave — his thickness stretching your walls, filling every inch as he starts pounding into you relentlessly.

Your ass slaps against his pelvis with each brutal thrust, the rhythmic smack echoing in the room, skin heating from the impact.

"Take it—fucking take this dick," he growls, his hand snaking up to grab the back of your neck. He pulls you up roughly, forcing your back to arch against his chest, your bodies pressed flush as he fucks harder, deeper, his hips snapping with unyielding force.

The long night of pleasure has both of you teetering on the edge already; your whines come out scratchy, throat raw from hours of moaning, but the ache only fuels the fire building inside you.

He angles his hips just right, the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot deep in you, sending bursts of white-hot pleasure exploding across your eyes — stars dancing in your vision with every hit.

Sweat beads on both your foreheads, trickling down your temples and between your breasts, the salty tang mixing with the musky scent of sex filling the air.

You collapse forward onto all fours, the position letting him drive even deeper, and your moans spill out uncontrollably now — no holding back, even as your throat burns from the strain, the raw sounds pushing you both closer.

Roman's hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting blooming hot and immediate, drawing a gasp that melts into a deep moan.

He rubs the heated spot soothingly with his palm, fingers kneading the flesh, before delivering an even harder smack — watching intently as the red imprint of his hand blooms across your skin, the mark a vivid contrast to your flushed cheeks.

The sharp pain mingles with the relentless plunge of his cock, the pressure coiling tighter, faster, your pussy fluttering around him in response.

"Cum for me, angel—one more, give it to me," he demands, his voice rough and strained, edged with his own desperation.

His words shatter your control; your pussy clamps down hard on his cock, squeezing rhythmically as the orgasm crashes over you.

You scream his name, the sound tearing from your chest, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rip through you.

Roman doesn't stop — he fucks you through it, his thrusts turning rougher yet more restrained, drawing out the bliss until your legs tremble uncontrollably beneath you, muscles quivering from the overload.

"Gonna fill this fucking pussy to the brim," he says shakily, his control fraying. With a final, deep bury to the hilt, his cock pulses wildly inside you, hot spurts of cum flooding your insides, coating your walls in thick, warmth that seeps deeper with each twitch.

You collapse fully against the bed, body spent and heavy, every limb aching with delicious exhaustion. Roman leans down, pressing soft kisses along your back — tender and lingering — before pulling out with a wet sound and slipping off the bed. The door creaks open briefly as he steps out, leaving you boneless in the rumpled sheets.

Hollis slides onto the bed beside you moments later, his strong arms gathering you close, pulling your sweat-dampened body against his broad chest. His fingers thread gently through your hair, stroking down in soothing passes, the warmth of him grounding you as your breathing evens out.

Roman returns soon after, a damp, warm towel in hand. You part your legs for him without hesitation, trusting and exposed, and he kneels between them carefully, wiping you clean with gentle strokes — easing the sensitivity, the cloth warm against your tender folds.

Satisfied, he discards it and climbs back in, curling into your side, his body fitting perfectly against yours as Hollis holds you from the other.

"We're keeping you, y/n," Hollis murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

"You're our girl now," Roman confirms, his hand resting possessively on your hip.

You smile softly, the words wrapping around you like a promise, the last thing you hear before exhaustion pulls you under, drifting into a deep, contented sleep nestled between them.

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7 minutes in heaven, 3 hours in hell.

fic info: you play seven minutes in heaven, you get put in a closet with hollis. roman gets jealous and fucks you rough. hollis feels bad for your and gives you the aftercare roman didn’t even think about giving you.

tags: rough sex, slapping, fingers in mouth, drunk sex, degradation, aftercare, love confessions, dirty talk, crying during sex, jealousy, choking, humiliation

a/n: this is a bit of a longer one, i don’t like how this one turned out though but ill post it anyway just incase anyone does happen to like it. im lowkey posting a lot because ive entered flow state but soon ill lose all ideas and stop posting for months lol. also the title just sounded good, i couldn’t be bothered to go into detail on roman ruining you. i need to lock in and make a long fic, maybe some day. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one <2

backstory: you and roman have something going on. you don’t know how to label it though. you’ve made out many times, you’ve sucked him off, he’s fingered you, but you’ve never fucked. it’s clear he’s obsessed with you, but you’re not ready for a relationship after your last boyfriend cheated on you and you haven’t trusted anyone since then. roman gets really over protective about you aswell, he hates when people give you attention, but he doesn’t ever say anything. tonight though, is different. hollis on the other hand, always watches you from afar, he loves you more than roman does, but he respects that roman liked you for longer, so he doesn’t make any moves on you first.

roman, nate, hollis and ryan are all sat on the floor in a circle, an empty beer bottle in the middle of them. you went to the bathroom to fix your eyeliner, they were all on the couch before.

‘what is this?’ you ask, staring at roman, waiting for him to answer.

‘we’re playing truth or dare.’ he responds, the rest of the boys turn their head to look at you.

‘come sit.’ ryan pats the empty spot next to him.

you tut. ‘how old are we again? let’s play a real game like seven minutes in heaven.’

‘you’re literally the only girl here. so it’ll be between you and all of us.’ nate responds.

you sit down next to ryan, leaning against his shoulder. ‘pass me the wine.’ you say, pointing at the glass next to him. he hands it to you and you down the whole thing.

‘okay. i’ll spin the bottle.’

roman is staring at your the whole time. praying that the bottle lands on him.

you spin it harshly, praying it lands on roman too. you exchange a quick glance with roman before looking straight back down at the bottle.

it stops spinning. and it landed on hollis.

his eyes darted up at you, you locked eyes and he shot you a smirk. ‘well, best make our way into the closet then huh?’ he says teasingly, leaning against the couch to pull himself up to his feet. he grabs your hand and helps you up as if you’re a princess.

you take his hand gently and you’re up on your feet now. hollis towers over you because he’s almost an entire foot taller than you. his beautiful blonde curls framed his face perfect, you’re so ready for this.

you hold hollis’ hand as he guides you to the closet, you turn around and see roman sat on the floor staring at you with his jaw clenched and his fist is gripping his knee, knuckles turning white. you mouth the words ‘i’m sorry’ and he just looks down at the floor.

you brush it off and before you know it, you’re in a tight, dark closet, chest to chest with hollis. nate & ryan followed behind you, they wanted to hear what was gonna go down.

nate starts a 7 minute timer. ‘your time starts now!’ he yells excitedly.

hollis grabs you by your waist, pulling you closer to him as if you’re not already pressed up tightly against him. he tucks your hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper, ‘are you gonna keep staring at me for the whole 7 minutes or are you gonna do something?’

he pulls away from your ear and looks into your eyes again, one arm around your waist and one cupping your cheek, his thumb rubbing your soft skin, before making his way to your lips. his thumb rubs the bottom lip until your mouth falls open. you stare at his mouth desperately. you need to taste him. you lean in to kiss him, he leans in faster, closing the gap between you.

you bring your hands up to play with his hair, and his arms are still around your waist. you let out a soft moan which makes him grip your wast tighter. he inserts his tongue inside your mouth, making the kiss turn rougher.

nate & ryan are still outside, ears pressed up to the door. ‘they’re fucking making out!’ ryan whispers. roman is still on the floor, he’s pissed. he gets up and walks over to the fridge, grabbing another bottle of beer, cracking it open and downing half of it like it was nothing. he sets the bottle down and he leans against the kitchen island, one hand ruffling his hair, imagining it to be you, unaware of the fact you’re doing that to hollis.

hollis takes a hand off your waist and he slides it in between you two, he starts palming himself through his jeans. you break the kiss off and look down. he grabs your neck and pulls you back in roughly, your tongues are getting tangled and spit is sliding down both of your chins.

roman walks over to the other boys, tapping nate, asking to see how long is left on the timer. 3 minutes. roman also presses his ear to the door, even though he doesn’t wanna hear you with another guy.

you start moaning as hollis breaks the kiss off and starts sucking your neck. he gives you a hickey and he reaches under your shirt. he gropes your tits under your bra as he continues kissing all down your neck.

‘fuck.. please hollis..’ you whimper, holding onto his back as he pins you against the wall and lifts your leg up. he starts unzipping his jeans and he pulls your thong to the side under your skirt. he pulls his jeans down and just as he’s about to take his throbbing dick out of his boxers, the timer goes off.

roman swings the door open. him hearing you moan hollis’ name like that fucking destroyed him. ‘right, times up, get off her.’ roman shouts, staring at hollis, his jeans down to his ankles, hair messed up. your eyeliner is smudged, your pussy is dripping & on show, leg still raised. roman stares down, all he’s thinking about is how hollis was so close to fucking you, but you and him barley ever came close.

‘alright man, at least give us a bit of privacy..’ hollis rolls his eyes, taking his grasp off you to pull his jeans up.

you pull your panties & skirt back into place, re adjust your bra and fix your hair. roman is still staring right at you and he looks wasted. hollis sneaks in another kiss on you and that’s romans last straw.

‘bro. your time was up.’ roman shoves hollis then yanks him by his arm out of the closet.

you walk out of the closet too. your lip liner is smudged, you still have spit on your chin and your lips are swollen. roman would do anything to fuck you rough right now, but it’s only 10pm. you’re all sleeping over ryan’s place since he has the most spare bedrooms.

‘another round?’ hollis laughs, sitting back down where the bottle lays.

‘so you’re all just gonna get passed around me? yeah no thanks.’ you say, sitting on the couch.

roman sits next to you, not leaving any space between you. he throws his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. you can smell the alcohol on him, he’s definitely hammered.

hollis goes to the bathroom, probably to jerk himself off. nate and ryan go out for a cigarette. ‘you coming ro?’ nate asks.

‘na. i just went’ he says, shaking his head before looking straight into your eyes, you were already looking at him.

once everyone’s left, he takes his arm off you and slaps you. his cold, metal rings left a small mark on your flushed cheeks with how hard he hit you.

‘you fucking slut. who do you think you are making out with my fucking bestfriend like that huh? he was about to fuck you in that closet.’ he brings his hand to your throat, holding you tight, but you can still breathe, barley.

‘i-im sorry ro-‘ you try splurge out with the remaining breath you have but he cuts you off.

‘no, you’re not. you’re a dirty slut and if you wanna be a slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.’ he says in between his teeth, still grasping your neck tightly.

‘it’s just a game..’ you say,

‘oh yeah? just a game? so you’d just throw yourself at anyone and let them stick it in if it was just labeled ‘a game?’ huh?’ he takes his hand off your neck now, he’s pulling your hair tight & throws you down so your face is pressed against the couch cushions, laying on your side. ‘i could fuck you so hard right now, you’re lucky the guys aren’t tired yet, just wait until later.’ he says, letting go of your hair just to slap you again. his hands are finally off you and you sit up quickly.

‘stupid whore.’

hollis shortly comes in after, jeans still unzipped and he’s suddenly not got a top on. ‘where are the others?’ he asks.

‘they went outside.’ roman replies softly, as if he didn’t just pretty much assault you on the couch lik 2 minutes ago.

‘where’s your shirt?’ you ask, looking up at hollis.

‘i got too hot, plus i’m going to sleep soon probably, i’m tired as fuuuuck.’ hollis replies. he took his shirt off because he came all over it in the bathroom, imagining himself inside of you. maybe next time, he’d actually stick it in you without waisting time in your mouth.

you just nod.

‘wait, what’s that on your face?’ hollis asks, coming closer to you to point to the mark on your face that roman left.

‘she scratched herself too hard.’ roman says, swatting hollis’ hand away from you.

‘alright man, whatever you say.’ he doesn’t believe roman, but he has no idea what else it could be. he sits on the couch next to roman, turning the tv on.

the other boys finally come back, they reek of weed.

‘you said you were going for a cigarette, you should’ve told me you had weed.’ roman says annoyed.

‘my bad man, i only just realised i had 2 blunts left.’ ryan replies, he’s higher than the clouds.

‘you took something else i know you did.’ roman says, he looks over at nate and he just shrugs his shoulders.

‘no man, don’t know what you’re on about.’ ryan replies, shaking his head before he stumbles his way into the kitchen, grabbing another beer.

‘pass me one will you, ry.’ hollis yells from the living room.

‘aye me too’ roman shouts too.

you’re gonna get destroyed tonight.

ryan returns with beers, he got you one too but you shake your head. ‘i’ve had enough, i’m good.’

roman turns to look at you and he smirks. he leans down to your ear and whispers, ‘god you’re brave, you’re gonna be feeling every inch of me ruining you.’

you excuse yourself to the bathroom. ‘i’ll be back.’ you speed walk to the bathroom and take your phone out. you know you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the week, so you save time and you start texting your girlgroup.

—

hey girls, i won’t be able to make it to dinner tomorrow night, please forgive me!! xx

—

you sit on the cold tile floor, your face is still sore from romans slap. he’s strong, you don’t even wanna imagine what he’s gonna do to you tonight. but him slapping you kind of turned you on, and when he called you a slut, it only made you wetter. but you’re stressed for tonight, hoping time goes slow for now so you have time to prepare, he’s long & thick.

you’re still sat on the floor, mindlessly scrolling on instagram until someone knocks on the door. ‘who is it?’ you yell out, staring up at the ceiling to project your voice.

‘guess who.’

roman.

you sigh. ‘come in.’

‘why did you run away from me like that? do i really scare you?’ he says, towering over you.

‘no.. i just wanted to be alone for a bit, but i was just about to come out.’ you stare up at him, your eyes start to burn since he’s standing right in line with the light. you start stand up slowly, but he pushes your shoulders down so you stay on the floor.

‘did i say you could get up?’ he groans, holding your chin gently.

‘roman, we’re not fucking in here.’ you say, getting out of his grasp and you stand up quickly, you almost stumble back down to the floor but you hold onto the sink catching your balance.

‘i can’t wait any longer. i need you so bad. hearing you moan hollis’ name like that.. fuck you’re such a dirty slut. i’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll only remember mine.’

you swallow hard. you hate when you make roman mad, when you’re good for him he’s the nicest boy that you’ve ever known. but when he’s mad, he doesn’t hold back.

he lifts you up swiftly and props you up on the counter, slotting himself between your legs. your back is against the mirror, he starts kissing you. the bathroom door is still open.

he shoves his tongue down your throat, kissing you wet & messy. you start whining, he bites your bottom lip and continues kissing you rough, not letting himself get enough of you. he holds the back of your head so you don’t bang it against the glass. although he’s angry at you, he still wants to make sure you’re not hurt, unless it’s him hurting you. ryan walks past, you open your eyes and try pull off roman but he doesn’t let it happen. ryan winks at you and closes the bathroom door, then he walks off.

roman starts moaning into your mouth. he pulls you closer to the edge and he starts rubbing his bulge against your pussy. you’re so wet, you leave a stain on his jeans. he takes his hand off your head and slides one down your skirt, meeting your wet cunt. ‘ro.. please.. not in here..’ you try say in between kisses.

he pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, finding hollis’ hickey. he bites where the hickey is, then kisses everywhere else on your neck. he then moves down to you collar bones, then your shoulders.

‘roman.. please not in here..’ you plead, hoping he answers you this time.

‘why not?’ he moans, continuing to kiss all down your body, he’s started rubbing your clit through your panties.

‘because.. it’ll hurt.. really bad.. and there’s no… room..’ you whine out as he continues rubbing you, you’re so incredibly sensitive by the time he takes your thong off, you would’ve already came.

‘what makes you think i’m not gonna hurt you in the bed?’

he unzips his jeans and slides them down to his thighs. he’s left in his calvin kleins. he starts thrusting against your wet pussy, his hard bulge feels amazing, you need it inside of you.

‘roman i said not in here..’ you beg, you don’t wanna get destroyed on a cold, hard counter.

‘you’ve been a whore tonight, why should you decide what i do to you huh?’ he teases, sucking hard on your shoulder before bringing himself back up to your lips, sucking your tongue and biting your bottom lip again. he continues thrusting against you, you’re close to cumming already. you roll your hips against him too, you’re really close.

‘fuck.. oh god..’ you moan out loudly, gripping your hand into romans hair tightly, making him whimper into your mouth.

he quickly pulls himself away from you fully, you whine at the loss.

‘ro.. i was so close.. why did you-‘

‘because you’re not finishing tonight. only i am.’ he says, staring at you, standing 2 feet away from you.

he waits for you to slow your breathing down, before grabbing you by your waist tightly, he lifts you up with one arm around your waist, another holding your ass. he opens the door, he’s kissing you while walking to the guest bedroom. the whole house is sleeping & is dead silent. but it won’t be for long. he accidently walks into the room nate & hollis are sleeping in, roman almost drops you with how panicked he got, but he leaves and eventually found the room you two were sleeping in. even though ryan prepared one for you to sleep in on your own.

roman accidently slams the door behind him, but he continues kissing you hard, before dropping you on the bed. you’re laying on your back as roman climbs on top of you. he quickly turns the bedside lamp on so he can actually see you.

‘woah you’re hot as fuck.’ he says before slamming his lips into yours again, he starts to lift your shirt up, delaying the kiss so he can pull it over your head. he lifts you up so your head is pretty much touching the headboard, it’ll be slamming into it soon.

roman takes his shirt off too and he throws it onto the floor. he starts kissing your chest, then your tits. he undoes your bra and tosses it to the floor too. he starts sucking your nipples, one hand griping your tit and another palming himself through his boxers. he kicks his jeans off and they’re hanging off the edge of the bed. you’re left in your skirt, and he’s left in his boxers.

he continues sucking roughly, then he starts flicking his tongue on your nipple, you moan loudly until he covers your mouth quickly.

‘quiet. i wanna hear you but im sure the others don’t.’ he whispers but it came off cold. you nod and bite your lip, muffling your moans into soft whimpers instead. he removes his mouth off your boobs and he moves down to your pussy. you’re soaked. he finally removes your ruined thong off you, he stares at your slit, dripping all over ryan’s fresh sheets. he rubs his thumb in circles across your clit, watching the pleasure on your face grow. he uses another hand to stick 2 fingers inside of you without warning, thrusting in & out of you quickly, you throw your head back and shut your eyes tightly while biting your lip, you’re trying so hard not to cum around his fingers, or let out a sound louder than a whimper. he hits your sweet spot and your jaw drops open and you moan so loud it practically echoed down the whole house.

you look down at roman, he ripped his fingers out of you and he clenched his jaw.

‘fuck i’m sorry..’ you whisper.

‘you fucking will be.’

roman slides his boxers off, his thick dick exposed. it’s much bigger than you remember. you gasp, close your legs and stare up at roman. he smirks at you and places two hands on both your knees and forces them open. he grabs your thong off the floor and rolls it up into a ball, rubs it against your juices and shoves it into your mouth.

‘that’s so you don’t scream again.’ he whispers. he starts rubbing his tip across your clit, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. he keeps rubbing his tip against you entrance until he starts moaning quietly, you can hear him, his breath picks up too. he slowly inserts himself into you, knowing that you’re tight. he can barley fit 2 fingers inside so it’ll take a while for his whole dick to fit.

you both gasp as the tip disappears inside of you, his thumb rubbing on your clit as he thrusts slowly in & out. he doesn’t need any lube as you’re wet enough and you just keep dripping. he finally gets his whole dick inside, he rolls his head back and groans deeply.

‘god you’re tight. you wont be for much longer.’

he starts thrusting into you, quickening his pace. you moan around your panties, sucking on them at the same time, you taste yourself on them.

he starts thrusting quicker and deeper, slamming into you and you scream. he need to cover your mouth too since your thong doesn’t muffle your sounds enough. he keeps rubbing on your clit, his aim is to overstimulate you as much as he can until you almost cum, then abandoning you.

he starts going really rough, slamming his whole length into you then pulling out fully, then slamming into you again quickly. tears start swelling into your eyes and you scream so hard your throat hurts. he takes himself out of you, flips you over to your stomach, pulls your ass up and inserts himself back in without warning.

your face is burried into the matress, thong still in your mouth. you bite down hard with each deep thrust, roman keeps moaning. he slaps your ass before pulling you up by your hair, your back is pressed against his chest now. he holds you up, thrusting into you much deeper since he has more control of your body. he lets go of your hair and you slam into the matress, he grabs your arms and holds them behind your back, pounding into you rough.

you start sobbing, he pulls your arms hard and yells at you, ‘stop crying or i’ll give you something to cry about.’ this feels like it’s going on forever. you get lightheaded, then weaker, until you pass out. roman continues fucking your limp body as if you’re a ragdoll, one deep pound into you wakes you up, you realise he’s close.

‘i’m gonna.. i’m gonna cum..’ roman whines out, releasing into you hot & thick. he doesn’t stop there though.

he keeps throwing himself into you, he can’t get enough of how tight you are. it’s only a matter of time until he gets sensitive, so he pulls out of you and he watches his cum drip down your thighs. he lets go of your hands and you fall down into the bed, laying on your side with hand prints on your ass, bruised wrists, matted hair and ruined makeup.

‘did you cum?’ he asks.

you shake your head.

‘good girl.’ he removes the thong out of your mouth and tosses it to the floor. he fingers you gently to get some cum & juices, then shoves his fingers into your mouth. you gag, then start sucking around them. he removes himself before going in for a kiss, tasting every inch of you & his cum inside your needy mouth.

you go limp again, wanting to go to sleep. roman takes a shirt from his backpack and throws it at you. ‘put this on.’

you don’t answer him and you don’t even open your eyes. you’re so sore everywhere and you’re a mess, you stay laying on your side in pain until he walks over to you. ‘fine, i’ll put it on you myself then.’ he takes the shirt and pulls you gently so you’re sat up. he puts your head through the shirt, then assists your arms through aswell.

‘did i go too far?’ he asks sympathetically, wiping tears from your cheeks and spit from your chin. you just look at him, then nod slowly. he doesn’t know what to say. he feels bad for you, but he’s too drunk to show you any affection. he stares at your eyes, then your lips, pulling you in for a kiss but you’re still limp.

you pull away from his grasp, sensitive everywhere. he doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, he eventually falls asleep. he rolls over & throws his arm over you. you scramble out of his grasp and throw his grey hoodie over yourself, you put a pair of boxers on which you found in romans open backpack. you make your way over the the room which hollis & nate are sleeping in, praying hollis is awake. you push the door open very slightly, peeking through the slit, seeing hollis’ beautiful face illuminated by his phone screen. you see nate on the other side of the bed, arms hanging off, snoring loudly.

hollis is staring at the door, not knowing if he’s dreaming or not. you push the door open a bit more, hollis now recognising you. ‘what are you doing up so late y/n?’ hollis whispers, he climbs out of the bed and comes closer to you.

‘i can’t sleep, roman keeps hogging the bed.’ you accidentally mention that you’re sharing a room with roman, even though you had a whole room to yourself.

hollis raises an eyebrow. ‘roman? you’re sleeping with roman?’

‘yeah i didn’t mean to tell you. it just happened-‘

‘you fucked?’ hollis cuts you off abruptly.

you go quiet.

‘you did didn’t you?’ hollis steps closer to you, needing an answer to come out of your mouth.

‘yeah..’ you mumble under your breath, not wanting to admit it. you’re not telling hollis that he used you, hollis would probably kill him. hollis always had a soft spot for you, but he knows that roman wanted you for longer, so he backed up from you but whenever there’s an opportunity with you, hollis takes it.

‘why are you not sleeping with him then? he’s been inside you and you can’t even sleep skin to skin?’ he asks, very confused.

you stare down at the floor before you start crying. not just a few tears, but you start sobbing hysterically.

‘oh baby, c’mere.’ hollis pulls you into a hug, holding your head while rubbing your back. he takes you out of the room and closes the door quietly to not wake nate. hollis is still holding your head tight, stroking your hair, trying to relax you a bit but you only end up crying harder. he’s taken you to your room, your bag is lay on the bed. hollis sits you down on the bed and he takes the hairbrush out from your bag. your hair is in a matted mess from roman earlier. you didn’t tell hollis anything, but he knows.

he starts gently sectioning out your hair, brushing it. ‘tell me if i hurt you, i’ll stop. okay?’ he whispers, cupping your cheek, wiping a few tears. you nod and stare into your lap. you chose the wrong boy. you thought roman was the sweetest, but you’re sure it’s hollis now. but roman was drunk. how are you supposed to know if he meant to hurt you?

hollis starts brushing through your hair. you hiss as he accidentally pulls your head back. ‘shit, fuck, sorry, i’ll be more gentle.’ hollis says, he apologises more than he should. you don’t talk to him, but the silence is comforting. it’s enough to just be around hollis. his presence is enough for you. he’s finished one section of your hair, throwing it over your shoulder to separate if from the rest of your mess.

—

after a long half an hour of silence and constant ‘are you okay?’s, your hair is untangled. you didn’t say anything to hollis the whole time, but you’ve stopped crying now. hollis is sat in front of you on the bed, legs crossed, staring into your eyes. ‘thank you, holli.’ you whisper, your voice cracks but you hope hollis heard you. ‘it’s the least i could do princess, do you need me to talk to roman?’ he replies softly.

‘no, please don’t. don’t tell him i said anything-‘

‘shh. you didn’t tell me anything, but i could guess by the way you were waddling & the state of your hair. and maybe the massive hand print across your face.’ hollis cuts you off, he places his hand on top of romans hand which is embedded into your face. you pull away since it’s sore.

you just look at hollis for a moment. you’ve gotten so lucky. hollis doesn’t break the silence. he’s just staring at you, waiting for you to say what’s on your mind.

‘i think i love you holli.’ you whisper.

hollis continues staring at you, a smile runs across his face. he takes your hand and he holds it between both of his. he rubs his thumb across your hand, he pulls you into his lap and he leans against the headboard, cradling you like a baby. ‘i think i love you too, y/n.’ he pulls you in for a gentle kiss. no tongues, no biting, just your lips meeting, then falling apart. you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heart beat quicken. he shuffles his way down into the bed, pulling the covers over you both. it’s ironic, you’re in romans hoodie, ryan’s room, and hollis’ arms.

he holds you tightly until you close your eyes. you’re at peace now, this is what you deserved. you should’ve been in romans arms. you thought he was the one, but he just thought you were hot. hollis thinks you’re beautiful.

hollis’ eyes are still open. he admires how peaceful you look, watching your chest raise and drop as you breathe. he tries syncing his breathing with yours, but he gives up before closing his eyes too. he rubs your head and scratches your back until he’s sure that you’re asleep. it didn’t take you long, you were tired since midnight, now it’s 4am.

only god knows what will happen when you wake up, but for now, it doesn’t matter. hollis has got you, you’ve got nothing to worry about.

[genuvenus]

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Crush on Me 2 | romllis (ch. 3)

pairing: 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗑 2𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌

tags: 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗎, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼!𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽!𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

summary: 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

taglist: @gabisohot @angelverse222 <3 thank u guys sm ilyy !

back & forth we go

After his talk with Roman, and the slightly odd agreement they had, Hollis expected a totally new vibe between them. He thought he’d introduce him to his friends and smirk as they raised their eyebrows in surprise at how quickly he changed Roman’s opinion on him. Thought he’d include him in their little group, laugh at Chessa’s complaints about how another one of her friends was being mind controlled by him. Maybe they’d even hang out, just the two of them after school. He’d do his best not to flirt too hard, but he couldn’t promise anything. He found himself imagining interactions with Roman at all random times of the day, fighting off the fluttering in his stomach whenever thoughts of him arose. 

But truthfully, he hadn’t seen Roman anywhere but the two classes they shared. And knowing Hollis’ tendency to skip, even those sightings were rare. He couldn’t catch him in the hallways, didn’t see him at lunch or at dismissal. He’d doubt he’d see him at any school games, because if Hollis wasn’t the type to go, then Roman absolutely wasn’t, either. 

It just felt so odd, to never see a face he was constantly and actively looking for. Maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough. Maybe he was looking too hard. He couldn’t comprehend it, but he was becoming very confused very quickly. 

But very soon, his initial assumptions were thrown out the window. 

It began on a random Tuesday, about three weeks after Roman’s arrival. He’d been unblocked for a while, but they hadn’t spoken a single word over text or elsewhere. Hollis definitely drafted several things to say to him, but ever since that talk in the hallway, he wasn’t sure what would or wouldn’t set Roman off. So he waited. 

Then he finally saw his opportunity. He was talking to Chessa, a pretty neutral expression on his face but he seemed to be listening to whatever she was ranting about. His arms were crossed, and his phone was at his side, never glancing at it for even a second. Chessa did say he was pretty attentive. 

Tucking his own phone into his pocket, Hollis begins to walk over to the two, meaning to politely scoot Chessa away so he could just talk to Roman. Chessa and Hollis glance at each other, a narrowing of the eyes between them, and then Hollis’ gaze shifts to Roman. The two make brief eye contact before Roman’s whispering something to Chessa and walking the opposite direction. 

Hollis’ face twists up in confusion and the tiniest ounce of hurt. What the hell was his problem? All this time, has Roman been avoiding him? 

He watches him disappear down the hallway, taking a moment before approaching Chessa, visibly disappointed. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and sighs, unsure what to even ask her right now. 

“What was that about?” Hollis finally asks. 

“I don’t know. He said he needed to go talk to a teacher about something.” Chessa shrugs. 

“The moment I appear? He seemed to have no other plans until I showed up.” “Holl. I think you’re overthinking this. Roman has known you for less than a month at this point, the chances of him having some kind of animosity with you are low. Chill out, man. Okay?” 

“Fine. I’m just crazy, I guess.” Hollis throws his hands up. Chessa shakes her head and tells Hollis she’ll catch him later, walking out of view. 

𓂃⋆.˚

Even as he got home, what happened earlier stuck with Hollis. He didn’t really believe Chessa at all. Roman had to have seen him, they made eye contact for Christ’s sake. He was avoiding him and that was that. Hollis couldn’t figure out why he was so hung up on it if that was all there was to the story. 

He tried scrolling on his phone for a little, and it worked at first. But when a reel about crushes came on his feed, thoughts of Roman immediately flooded his brain. He groans, possibly attempting to suffocate himself with his pillow before he ultimately caved and texted the group chat about his problem. 

Hollis was fully prepared to go to sleep after talking to Ryan and Nate. He was beat, and on top of this, slowly starting to develop a migraine. Some well needed rest would do him good. 

Not even three minutes after placing his phone on his nightstand, it buzzed against the wooden surface. Hollis grunted, assuming it was Nate or Ryan sending some stupid TikTok to the chat. He grabbed his phone and was about to go off on them and then put his phone on silent, but he noticed a notification from Instagram. It was Roman. Roman, who hadn’t spoken to him in person or through text in almost a full month. Roman, who consciously avoided him today without any explanation. 

The smart move would’ve been to turn his phone off, roll over, and finally fall asleep. Roman would assume he was asleep and it’d have to wait until the morning. It was a good idea. 

Maybe Hollis wasn’t smart, though. He tapped on the notification and was redirected to their otherwise barren chat, a three week timegap in their messages. His eyes skimmed the short text, narrowing as he tried to come up with a response to something so simple yet vague. Before he could think anymore, his thumbs were tapping away at the screen. 

He had to tell Nate and Ryan about this. Prove to them that Roman was possibly as interested as Hollis was, or at least wanted to talk to him. He opened the group chat as fast as he could, typing quickly.

Hollis laughed at his friend's antics, but then a weird feeling settled in his stomach. Here Roman was, pretending he hadn’t a clue about what occurred earlier. Hollis wasn’t buying it, not in the slightest. And the promise he made didn’t even seem genuine. But progress was progress, right? He didn’t want him to block him, nor intentionally ghost him from now on. So he dropped it and tried to just be happy Roman was interacting with him at all. 

Who’s to say Roman wouldn’t immediately go back to ghosting him, though? Brushing past him in  the hallway? He felt desperate; for his attention, his time, his words. He hadn’t gotten this attached to anyone in his entire life, not even girls he’d dated for months. What was so different about Roman? How did he have this ability to shut Hollis up even when it didn’t feel right. 

Sleep was definitely needed now after all of that. Hollis silenced his phone for the night and rolled over. He stares at the wall for a few minutes, countless thoughts wracking through his brain, attempting to keep him awake. 

But soon he was drifting off, and the thoughts that plagued him were held off until tomorrow. 

𓂃⋆.˚

The days after their talk were no different. Well, that wasn't completely true. It was slightly different, but it was so odd that it wasn’t explainable. 

In the hallways, Roman would briefly acknowledge Hollis before walking off. A short wave, a half smile, mere eye contact. But he never spoke. Whether he was around Chessa or some of the other friends he picked up or Hollis was with Nate and Ryan, not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. He didn’t sit anywhere near him at lunch, didn’t wait up for him after school, rarely spoke to him between classes. 

But Hollis couldn’t say they hadn’t talked at all. Roman asked him for help sometimes in class, even when it was obvious he paid more attention than Hollis did. He’d even gotten his number. His actual number. They texted after school, in the comfort of their own rooms. The texts fluctuated between slightly flirty and casual, and while Hollis liked talking to Roman, he didn’t quite know what direction this was going in. 

Roman seemed to know Hollis liked him. He had to. No one had told him (or at least Hollis hoped), and he himself hadn’t initiated anything particularly romantic. But Roman’s texts slowly became a little less friendly and a little more flirty over time. They’d even called a few times, just because Roman ‘wanted to hear his voice.’

How was it that Roman was supposedly reciprocating interest in private but avoiding him in public? Which side of him was genuine? Was this a joke? So many different thoughts and theories, no answers, and one confused Hollis. He had spent some time thinking over it, wondering how long it would go on. He overthinked their whatevership whenever Roman passed him in the halls or avoided eye contact at lunch.  And every time, without fail, just a text or call from Roman would put his worries at bay. It was dizzying. 

Very dizzying.

a/n: 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀 :( 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 <3 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.

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[hon3ybubbl3s]

shouldn't be doing this

loser!Hollis x popular!Roman oneshot

synopsis: Hollis was a loner. Roman had everything. But what they really want is each other.

tags: sub!hollis, whiny!hollis, whorish!roman, porn with a little bit of plot, drunk kissing, frotting, party sex, slice of internalised homophobia

author's note: ik i lied and said the 3some is coming first but i locked TF in writing this. sorry i love my yaoi... forgive me guys. also hollis is fun to write about, and i hardly see any sub hollis/dom roman fics so here. i've filled a niche.

wc: 3886

Hollis pushes his glasses up his nose as he works at his laptop. He's hiding under the stairwell during lunch. He has no friends, not that he minds, but he prefers to hide himself away from all the noise of people with friends. But, as he types away, he hears footsteps. Multiple. Chattering voices. He grimaces. "You sure you've never been caught?" "I promise you, no one comes out here." A group of guys are coming down the stairs. They turn the corner, coming around to the other side of the stairwell. A few of them jump at Hollis's prescence. He looks up— the guys don't seem like trouble. Hollis's eyes linger on the taller one with dark, curly hair for a little longer than the rest. "Yo, do teachers come down here? We're tryna smoke." one of the guys asks Hollis. "No, not really.." he replies, eager to get back to work. "All good, thanks," they nod, before walking out of the fire exit to the backend of the school. Hollis was telling the truth— no one ever came out here. He pays little mind to the interaction and keeps working until the bell rings.

He's halfway up the stairs when the group of guys from before rush past him, smelling like a terrible coverup of weed. The last guy of the group stops to turn around— it's the curly head from before. His eyes soften a little upon glancing at Hollis, which flusters him a little. "Hey, thanks for that. You're a lifesaver," he nods in respect, and Hollis responds with a nod of his own. Just like that, he blends back in with the crowd.

It was the last period of the day, and Hollis sat in the back of the class, minding his own business. He looks up at the source of the chatter in the front of the class, it coming from pretty much everyone else in the class. Everyone seemed to be friends with each other except him. To say it didn't bug him a little would be a lie. He scans the faces of everyone, pinning a name to most. He spots the curly head, yet again, sitting in the second row. He had a wide grin as he laughed at something a girl whispered to him. What was his name? Hollis hadn't seen this face very often and hadn't heard a name, until one of the guys slapped him on the shoulder and hissed, "Romann," at something rude he'd said. Roman… It seemed to fit him. It was elegant, but not too dated. He snaps out of it. What is he doing? Spending this much time dissecting another man's identity. He holds his face with his hand, and looks back down at the laptop screen.

Days pass, and occasionally, the same group of guys, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes with girls, pass Hollis by in the stairwell as they sneak out to smoke. They pay him no mind. He finds himself scanning for Roman amid the crowd unconsciously, and more often than not, he found him. He flustered himself for thinking about another guy so much, wondering if something was wrong with him. But on Thursday, during a period that Hollis was skipping, Roman came down the stairs alone.

He stopped just before the door, turning and looking at Hollis. He looks up at Roman, a little nervous. He's wearing a black zipup and jeans cuffing over some boots. He clears his throat. "Do you smoke?" he tilts his head toward the door, inviting him. Hollis nods. He does have a cigarette from time to time. He puts his laptop into his bag and gets off the floor. When he stands, he notices he is taller than Roman by about a head, and he has to look up to make eye contact. Roman clearly didn't expect it, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, as he opens the fire exit door.

Hollis follows him to the back corner of the school, hidden behind a concrete wall. Roman leans against the wall, and pulls out a cigarette, handing it to Hollis. He accepts, and Roman lights his end before lighting his own. Hollis squats down. There's a moment of silence between the two as they periodically take drags, before Roman breaks the ice. "I don't see you around much," he murmurs, "what's your name?" "Hollis," he replies, looking at the dried up grass. "What's yours?" Despite knowing, he asks to not come off as creepy. "Roman," he replies. His voice isn't too deep, and it's a little raspy. "Hollis is a unique name." "People tell me that all the time." "Do you hide in that stairwell all day?" Roman asks. "Well, yeah, I'm happy on my own." "Really? You don't care what people say about you?" "What, have you heard anything?" Roman takes a deep breath. "Some of my friends say some shit about "the tall blond kid with glasses" and how you're always alone. No one that I smoke with." "But you heard it?" he turns to face Roman, who is looking at the ground, deep in thought. Hollis stops to take in his facial features— objectively, Roman is handsome, he has sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows are sharp and angled, and his lips are soft and full. Hollis gets a little flustered looking at him in this manner, but can't take his eyes off him. Roman's eyes dart from the concrete to looking in his eyes, and his dark brown eyes seem to eclipse Hollis. He clears his throat, and Hollis looks away. "Yeah, no, they're like, relentless…" Roman murmurs, taking another long drag. "People can be fucked up." "Tell me about it.." Hollis sighs. He wonders if Roman inviting him to smoke was an act of pity. Suddenly his fingers go clammy. Why was that such a bad thing? Did he want authenticity from Roman? It's a little early to tell. "Tomorrow night, I'm hosting a party," Roman begins, tapping the ash from his cig into the air, "if that's your scene. It's cool if it isn't." "Nah, I need to get out more," Hollis answers almost a little too quickly. Roman's lip curls. "Could I get like, your IG or something, so I can let you know the details?" "Sure, could I have your phone?" Roman digs into his pocket and fumbles with his phone before handing it to Hollis, who enters his username into the search bar. 1 mutual follower— Nate, a childhood friend of Hollis. Fair enough. He presses the follow button and hands it back to him. Roman cocks a brow at Hollis's profile before putting his phone away. Right as he does so, the bell rings. "Shit, we'd best go back inside," he stomps on his cigarette butt. Hollis stands back up, and Roman looks up at him yet again. "Fucking hell, why are you so tall?" "Wish I knew," he smirks, pushing his glasses up his nose. They walk up the stairwell together, before they part at the second floor. Hollis looks back, and Roman keeps his head down as he strides with confidence. He turns back around and continues, to class.

When Hollis gets home that night, he opens Instagram to look at Roman's profile and follow him back. He has way more followers than following, with a few posts to his name. His eyes catch onto a post he made a week ago, flexing his back muscles in a bathroom mirror. Hollis's breath hitches. His brow furrows. His knee bounces. There's an undeniable growth between his legs. Why? Hollis rarely feels this way toward girls, let alone a man as undeniably masculine as Roman. His eyes trace over his back. the way his muscles fold and tense. The way his hair sat against his shoulders, curling gently. His side profile. Hollis was so hard, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His jaw tenses. He palms himself through his pants, exhaling sharply at the sensation. Roman… What have you done? he murmurs, fiddling with the zipper on his pants…

…It was quick, and intense, but after, Hollis felt this deep, unbridled shame course through his veins. Suddenly the air was thick, and the sweat dripping from his temple turned cold. He'd just jerked off to a brand new friend… one who'd extended his hand, likely in pity, to Hollis in his times of loneliness, and he responded to the gesture with pure, unbridled lust. He groans in shame, burrowing his face into his elbow defeatedly.

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Hollis avoided any contact with Roman on Friday. But truth be told, his mind was absolutely flooded in shame. He couldn't bring himself to think about, look at, or listen to Roman during class, because his appearance and voice sent waves of guttural attraction and shame through his nervous system. As he lies in bed after school, his phone vibrates. He has a look at the notification;

[IG] rommulas: still wanna show tonight?

Hollis's jaw tightens. He was dreading the question. What should he say? He wanted to go to this party to hang out with Roman, but it would be difficult to make conversation with him due to his repressed crush of sorts. He freezes, thumbs circling, thinking of a response.

2crush22: sure. send details

He puts his phone face down and runs his fingers through his hair, exhaling deeply. Fuck it. I'll bite this bullet. He wasn't gonna let his heart get in the way of his desire to get outside more. His glasses slip down his nose, and he pushes them up.

In his shower, Hollis's mind is racing. What should I bring to drink? How much is an acceptable amount to drink? Will they be smoking? Cigs, blunts or something else? What do I wear? Are my glasses too dorky? How do I do my hair? He shakes the water out of his hair, cursing at himself quietly. He dresses unobtrusively— a plain black shirt and skinny jeans. He combs his hair back, out of his face. Roots are a little outgrown. Too bad.

Roman had texted him the address, it really wasn't far, but Hollis would have to drive. On the way, he stops at a liquor store to get a few beers. As he continues to drive, the neighborhood gets nicer, the naturestrips get greener, the fences more grand. He eyes the scenery. It's 7:30pm, the sky is beginning to dye itself in golden hues. He pulls up to the address, and struggles for a bit to find an HOA approved parking spot. Clearly Roman does this often.

He takes his six pack from the passenger and swallows the lump in his throat, and walks up to the side gate, just as Roman had told him to. It was ajar, so he allows himself in. He walks into the main backyard. A lot of people were mingling around a small bonfire, lots of people Hollis didn't recognise. People didn't pay him much mind. Until a familiar timbre struck his ears.

"Hollis!" Roman's voice booms, from behind him, which makes Hollis jump. Roman wraps an arm around Hollis's shoulder, and his face leans in. He's already been drinking, he could smell it on him. Hollis chuckles nervously. "Hey, it's the guy who taught us about that smoke spot," another guy chimes in, extending his hand for a shake. Hollis accepts, nervously. Roman's body teeters into Hollis's for a mere second as he finds his balance. Hollis's chest pounds. "He's a chill guy," Roman rambles, "really, you'd think he's a fuckin', nerd, or some shit, but nah—" Hollis can't look at him. He bites his cheek, eager to tear into a drink to cool down. "Here, Holli, come have a smoke with us." The nickname Holli didn't sit appropriately with him one bit, as he takes a sharp breath, before nodding and smiling, "sure."

Roman leads Hollis to a secluded corner of the yard. He plops down on a cushioned couch, beckoning Hollis to follow. He sits, and Roman leans into Hollis, slinging his arm behind the couch, his body and leg now pressing Hollis's directly. His arm being up meant that Hollis could clearly smell his cologne, mixed with sweat, as he laughs at the jokes and snide remarks being made, as a joint is passed around. The thick, bitter aroma fills Hollis's nostrils, but it doesn't drown out his deconstruction of Roman's scent. He bounces his leg to try and divert bloodflow. The joint eventually makes its way to Hollis— he doesn't do this very often. He takes a drag, and inhales, feeling the tickling sensation branch into his lungs and throughout his chest. He exhales smoothly. Immediately, his body begins to soften. "I didn't think that loser knew how to inhale," someone murmurs, others beginning to giggle. Roman slaps at their leg. "Not too much, hey? Remember, he's chill," he takes the joint from Hollis, their fingers touching briefly. He watches Roman effortlessly take a hit, lips curling into a smile as he exhales. He looks back at Hollis. "You having fun, Holli?" Holli. Again. Hollis clears his throat, and nods, smiling softly, "yeah man, I'm all good."

As the night deepens, Roman takes more and more shots. Hollis follows to some degree, cutting through his six pack. He is tipsy, but Roman definitely is more drunk than him. At some point, the two have ended up back on the old couch in the corner of the yard. Others around them are dancing, laughing or making out by this point. Roman and Hollis got into some conversation about their life— where they grew up, what they do for hobbies, what they do when school is out. A period of silence goes by, and a couple on the other side of the bonfire are kissing. A girl is on a boy's lap, evidently grinding on him, messily kissing him. Roman chuckles. "You ever done anything like that, Holli?" he points. Hollis gulps. He shakes his head, "nah…" Roman turns to face him. "Really? I feel like-hic— I feel like girls would like a cute guy like you." "A, a 'cute' guy like me?" Hollis repeats, cheeks flushing at the ambiguous compliment. "Yeah, man, girls, they love that nerd shit, like right now, you're-hic— you're red as fuck. Cute…" Hollis swallows. His brow furrows. Roman grins, laughing. "Holli, are you into dudes?" "Whuh? What makes you think that?!" Hollis exclaims, cheeks extremely flushed. He's thinking about Roman's muscular back again. He is so hard, he could cum if he moved wrong. "You look like you're-hic— into dudes, like, you look fuckable." "Fuck do you mean I look 'fuckable', Roman? Might I remind you who's taller—" "Height won't matter," he loudly interrupts, the shock of it causing Hollis to cut off his sentance with a quiet whimper, "it won't matter when you're bent over." "You talk like someone who bends over dudes." Roman smirks, downing the rest of his drink, before continuing, "never thought about it until now."

They're looking at each other, and Roman leans his body into Hollis in drunken excitement. Hollis's body was soft from the joint and drinks, but his mind and cock were absolutely racing. As he peered down at Roman through his glasses, he saw a new look in his eyes. Drunken arousal. He was scanning Hollis's flushed cheeks, sweaty forehead and stammery lips, eyebrow cocked in intruigue. "Never kissed anyone, huh?" Roman murmurs. Hollis shakes his head, eyes glued to his. "Watch this, then," he uses a free hand to carress Hollis's cheek before leaning in to kiss him. Hollis moans against his lips immediately, and Roman, too, groans as their lips connect and disconnect. Suddenly his leg is slung over Hollis's lap, dangerously close to his cock. His arms are still meekly by his sides, because he is inexperienced, obviously. "Wont— you— get— caught— out here—" Hollis manages to whisper between kisses. "Who cares, Holli?" Roman replies, "anyone would want— to kiss— you—" "Don't— fucking call— me Holli—" "Why not— Holli?" Hollis groans deeply, pulling away, a small string of spit following. His lips were tingly, and he was extremely turned on. "Playing hard to get now, are we?" Roman chuckles. Hollis simply sighs, stars clouding his vision. Roman leans into his ear, "You can come and see me when you get less cocky, alright?", before getting up and striding away like it was nothing. Hollis was left gasping for air, cock desperately inprinting itself against his jeans. Roman had treated him like a disposable object, and for some reason, it didn't discourage him. He followed Roman's footsteps, into the house. People were everywhere and the lighting was dim. The music was loud, people were dancing. Hollis asked around, "where's Roman?" but no one seemed to know. Until a girl told him, "I just saw him walk upstairs," pointing at the stairway to the right. Hollis thanks her, before walking to the stairs, almost jumping up them, keen to reconnect his lips to Roman's.

He peered into every doorway, and saw nothing, until he cracked open an ajar door and saw Roman on his phone, sprawled on a bed. His head raises, and his gaze darkens upon registering Hollis. "Is this your room?" "Sure is, Holli," he murmurs, beckoning for him to come closer. Hollis closes the door behind him, locking it. "I didn't think you'd come looking for me. Come sit down." Hollis awkwardly plants himself on the edge of the bed, gazing into Roman's ebony eyes. The room is lit solely by a dim lamp. His dark hair curled into his collar, and his chest rose and fell with every breath. Hollis loved looking at him. A little too much. "For someone who's never been with a guy, you're awfully eager to have me," Hollis says quietly, twiddling his thumbs. "I wouldn't say 'have', I want to try you, Holli." "Please stop calling me that." "But why?" he sneers. ".. It's driving me crazy," his eyes plead. Roman chuckles, putting a hand on his shoulder before using it to yank him closer towards him. Hollis is now inbetween Roman's legs, arms on either side of his body. "Jesus Christ, I don't think I've—hic— wanted something more," he utters, inches away from Hollis's face, before kissing him once more. Both of them sigh heavily, kissing over, and over, and over. Tongues lap over each other's lips, seeping into each other's mouth. Hollis's legs weaken, and his lower body falls onto Roman's, their crotches pushing against each other. Hollis moans heavily, breaking out of the kiss. He feels Roman's boner pulse in response to his own, and shudders, moaning excessively. "You make such beautiful noises, you cute thing," Roman murmurs, pulsing his hips upward. Hollis whines in response, his brows furrowed, eyes squinted, lips ajar. "I'd love to try something with you, just to see how you'd sound." "Tr— Try what?" "Just watch."

He pushes Hollis onto the bed, and begins unbuttoning his jeans, and pulls down his boxers to reveal his absolutely aching erection. Roman's eyes widen— he had no clue this cute nerd was packing this much weight. But this only further amused him. Hollis watches, utterly dumbfounded, as Roman unbuttons his own pants and lets out his own throbbing cock. It looks a little different to his— Roman's isn't as long, but it's thicker. Hollis had a smooth base, Roman had a little bit of curly hair. But one thing was in common— they were so hard it, it was starting to hurt. Roman gets between Hollis's legs, before scooting closer, closer, until their dicks were touching. Hollis whimpers, and Roman cups his palm around their combined lengths, and starts to pump his fist. Both of them break into groans and whines, Hollis making more noise. His eyes are squeezed shut as he moves his head back, body releasing moan after moan, as Roman's steady hand keeps their cocks in place as he thrusts into it. Hollis's hips buck, chasing the feeling. Roman, too, begins to thrust, as he cups his hand over their tips. "Fuckin— oh my— fuck, Roman—" Hollis chokes, stifling his noises by chewing on his lip. Roman too, is struggling to keep things solid. "You're so— fucking— I'm so turned the fuck on," he groans, leaning in for another kiss. Hollis accepts his kiss with an open mouth, his hands reaching for his back. He moans louder upon feeling Roman's back beneath his fingertips. "I've— I've got a secret," Hollis whines, "I jerked off to— to your back selfie, on your Instagram. "Hm? You did?" Roman grins, pressing against Hollis, thrusting faster, earning more noise from him. "Yes, yes and I— I came so fast, Rom—" he cries, his face scrunching in pleasure. "Bet you did, cute boy, I can see— see you all hot and bothered over me," he bites his bottom lip, using his free hand to sling Hollis's left leg up and over his hip, as if he were fucking him. Hollis grew extremely embarrassed at this, but he also got a lot closer to cumming. "I fucking love this, Rom, I—I love rubbing on you, fuck, like this," he uses a hand to cover his mouth, face and chest extremely red. "You gonna cum?" "H-How did you k-knnoww?" Hollis whines, bucking his hips uncontrollably as he cries out. "Your body's tensing— y'feel how I'm getting all hard on you all f'a sudden?" Roman mumbles, struggling to keep a coherent sentance as he fucks on Hollis's cock. "C—Cum, cum with me," Hollis gasps, clawing at his back, and Roman can't resist. He leans in for one last, messy kiss as they uncontrollably spasm, shooting hot spurts of cum onto each other's chests. Roman's hand is pumping them like crazy as he spills out hot, breathy groans into Hollis's mouth, only slowing when the cum stopped. He pulls off of Hollis's lips, and all of a sudden, he sobers up, trying to worm out from under him. "Hey, where 'ya goin, Holli?" "I shouldn't do this," he breathes, trying to shove out from under Roman, but he stops him, pinning him. "Do what?" "… Stuff, with a boy…" "Seems like you enjoyed that 'stuff' with me, just now," Roman tries to joke, but Hollis shakes his head. "It doesn't feel right…" Roman gets off of him, instead lying down next to him. "You're my first boy, y'know." "Word?" Hollis murmurs in disbelief. "Fuck do you mean? I do sleep around a little, but only with girls. You're my first dude." "Aren't you scared?" Roman stops. He stares at the ceiling. "Hollis, I am fucking terrified for my reputation because of the decisions I made tonight, with you. But they weren't bad decisions, and I'd do them again in a heartbeat." Hollis's chest decompresses. "It will take some time to get used to this." "You can treat me like a playground," Roman chuckles, "you can come and play with me whenever you'd like, to see what you're into." "You're more than that to me," Hollis sighs. Roman's heart flutters.

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The next day, Roman posts a new photo to Instagram,

A mirror selfie of his back, this time covered in reddened scratches;

And the 2crush22 is the first to like the post.

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