rommulas x fem!reader x 2hollis
backstory: y/n l/n is a famous LA based dj. she and ryan have been friends since high school, and with a simple late night dm she gets booked for hollis’ afterparty. there, she meets both hollis and roman, forming a deep connection with each of them.
warnings: sexual content, angst
roman said yes. of course he did.
for the past two hours you sit across from him. ‘10 things i hate about you’ glowing on the screen.
roman picked it, which still surprises you.
you reach into a bag of chips while he leans back with his beer. the movie plays quietly until he speaks.
“kat’s exhausting,” he says, eyes still on the screen.
“she acts like everyone’s out to get her.”
you glance at him, slightly rolling you eyes. “or maybe she just expects people to disappoint her.”
his brows lift and he finally looks at you.
“you sound like you’ve rehearsed that.”
“maybe i have.” you say, shrugging. “it’s easier to assume the worst. you don’t get blindsided that way.” you hum in approval of yourself.
he studies you for a second. “that’s kind of sad.”
“it’s kind of efficient.” you reply, popping a chip into your mouth. he lets out a quiet laugh.
“you and her would be a nightmare duo.”
you roll your eyes and stand, brushing crumbs off your pants. “i’m showering before you roast my entire personality.”
you look around, spot your phone, and grab it.
“do that.” he says, smirking. “self reflection and hygiene in one night.”
you nudge his knee as you pass. “fuck you.”
as you head toward the bathroom he raises his voice.
you laugh under your breath.
“not the time or place roman.”
you shut the door, strip off your clothes, and step under the water. warmth spreads over your skin and you exhale, letting your mind go quiet for a moment while the heat sinks in. you wash quickly, already thinking about the movie waiting outside.
when you turn off the water and step out, faint voices drift in from the living room. you hum in mild confusion but focus on rubbing moisturizer into your arms, not paying it much attention.
as you step out of the bathroom the voices get louder, pulling you down the hallway toward the living room. one voice hits you in the chest. hollis.
“so you got your claws in her now?” he snaps the moment you appear, bathrobe tied tight around you. both of them look over. hollis lets out a dry laugh.
“two weeks,” he says, shaking his head, “we’ve been done for two weeks and you’re already playing house with him?” roman answers before you can.
“that’s not it. you walked out on her. she needed someone and i was there.” his jaw is tight, a half empty beer hanging from his fingers.
“right.” hollis mutters, trying to look unbothered. then his eyes lock on yours. “i came to talk, thought maybe we could be adults about it. and this is what i find?”
your throat goes dry but the heat in your chest takes over. you move closer until you’re inches from him.
“he’s not wrong. i wanted company. he actually showed up.”
hollis scoffs, voice rising. “how is this suddenly on me?” he shoots a glare at roman. “some friend you are.” then back to you. “and you might be the worst fucking girl i’ve ever been tied to.”
the words sting but you don’t look away.
roman stays quiet, watching the space between you like it might actually explode.
was it the tension? the pent-up emotions? the need to prove you’re not the one left behind?
the thought barely forms before your body moves on instinct. your hand flies out, fingers crumpling into the fabric of roman’s collar, pulling him toward you. your lips crash against his.
he freezes for half a second, surprise flickering through him. but then, his lips move against yours, all teeth, frustration, and heat.
he deepens the kiss like he has something to prove, to hollis, to you, maybe even to himself.
you pull away, breath uneven, and face hollis.
your fingers hook into his collar and you kiss him too.
with hollis it’s rough, messy, familiar in a way that it hurts. unresolved words pass between your mouths instead of your voices. it tastes like history.
like arguments that never finished.
like nights you cried over him.
when you break away, your pulse is loud in your ears.
all three of you glance at each other, breathing hard. slowly, you lift your hands and cup both of their jaws, guiding them closer.
the three of you meet in a messy collision of lips, saliva warm against your cheek from how uncoordinated it is. lips slide, tilt, find better angles. their breaths mix, warm and uneven, little huffs of air breaking between kisses before they dive back in.
after a moment, you open your eyes and ease back so you don’t startle neither of the boys.
they keep kissing, each of them seeming to think they’re still kissing you.
the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through you.
a grin creeps up your lips as you watch this unfold in front of you. the way their lips move, the way their mouths keep finding each other. the way hollis holds roman’s jaw, still thinking it’s you.
it’s easily the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you find yourself wanting more, not less.
a small laugh slips out before you can stop it. the sound breaks the moment. they both pause, eyes shooting open, and then they look at you, wide-eyed, realization hitting all at once.
“you’re not in a place to be laughing.”
you can tell by roman’s facial expression that he’s confused by how suddenly hollis brushed off the fact that they had just been making out.
you glance back at hollis. his face is more serious now, something darker lingering in his eyes that you haven’t seen before. you cross your arms.
“what is that supposed to mean?”
you know exactly what he means. of course you do. but the sudden, unreadable anger in hollis’s eyes only turns you on more, so you decide to irritate him even further.
hollis steps closer, slow and deliberate. his hand comes up to your neck, gripping just enough to force your chin up so you’re looking straight at him. you can feel his breath against your skin.
“you’ve been nothing but a dirty slut this whole time,” he mutters. “making me feel like the luckiest guy on earth while you’ve been taking my best friend’s dick.”
at the last part his grip tightens around your neck and a soft whimper slips from your lips. you try to look down but he doesn’t let you.
“no,” he says quietly. “look at me.”
his eyes lock onto yours. “tell me… did it feel good? was it a guilty pleasure, letting him fuck you? hm?”
you glance slightly back at roman.
“look roman in the eyes and tell me every detail.” hollis says. his hand is still around your neck but his fingers slowly trail down it, tugging your robe so it slips lower off your shoulders. roman’s eyes widen as they move over your body.
hollis pulls you closer to him, his lips moving down your chest as he presses slow kisses along your breasts. “talk.” he says in a demanding tone. you manage to breathe out, “hollis- no-“ but he suddenly bites down on your nipple, making both of you moan at the sharp mix of pleasure and pain.
“i- fuck-“ you gasp, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with roman. “i like the way he used his tongue on me.” roman shifts slightly, a visible bulge forming in his pants, making you gulp.
“is his dick big?” hollis murmurs, clearly holding back a moan at the thought.
his hand slides into your hair, gripping it and pulling slightly so you’re forced to look directly at roman. you whimper out a small “yes.” as hollis moves right behind you, humming in approval and pressing close to your back while he stares at roman, grinning.
“what else, baby?” he whispers against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
“i miss the way he fingered me- i remember shaking the first time he used them on me.” you admit.
hollis grins even more at that, “is that so?”
his hand moves down your body, finding your clit, and without warning his fingers push right inside you, making you cry out, “fuck!” his long fingers start moving inside you, steady and deep.
“you like this, roman?” hollis calls out, voice rough as he watches him.
“watching her get wrecked by me?”
at that, roman doesn’t say anything. instead, he slowly unbuckles his pants, letting them fall just enough for his bulge to spring free. a moment later his whole length is out in front of you.
you breathe out shakily, trying to focus on hollis’s fingers deep inside you. roman watches you for a second, then his gaze shifts back to hollis. there’s something hungry in his eyes now.
roman stays quiet while starting to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on hollis, not you.
a low moan slips from him.
your legs tremble as hollis’s fingers move even faster inside you. “oh my god, hollis-“ you yell out.
roman keeps jerking himself off, his hand moving steadily. you realize neither of them are really looking at you anymore. their attention is fixed on each other, their gazes locked like they’re daring the other to look away first. you can feel hollis’s breathing grow heavier behind you.
his eyes drift downward, staring openly at roman’s huge cock, already leaking with precum.
the air in the living room is thick, heavy with the scent of sexual tension and a competitive friction that has completely derailed. hollis’s fingers keep up their relentless, heavy rhythm inside you, but his body is rigid against your back, his entire focus consumed by the sight in front of him.
roman doesn't break eye contact. his hand strokes his length with a slow, deliberate cruelty, his breath hitching audibly in the quiet room. the anger that brought hollis to your door has warped into something entirely different.
“you’re staring, hollis,” roman says, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rolls over your skin. he pauses his hand for a fraction of a second, letting the slick tip of his length glisten under the dim light of the television.
“want to do more than just watch?”
hollis lets out a harsh, jagged breath against your ear. his grip on your hip tightens so hard it’ll leave marks tomorrow, but his fingers don't slow down.
“shut the fuck up, roman.”
hollis’s fingers keep up that fast, relentless friction, pushing you entirely over the edge. your head rolls back against his shoulder as a sharp cry slips from your lips, your thighs trembling violently as your climax hits you in heavy.
neither of them breaks eye contact as you shake between them. roman’s hand tightens on himself, his jaw clenching as he watches the exact moment you lose control, a low groan catching in his throat.
without a word, hollis abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you breathless and shivering.
he stands up, his chest heaving as he steps right into roman’s space, looking down at him with a commanding intensity.
“since you love to watch so much,” hollis mutters, his voice rough and completely devoid of any hesitation now. he reaches down, unbuckling his pants and letting them drop just enough to free his hard length right in front of roman.
he just looks up, his eyes trailing down the solid length before meeting hollis’s gaze again, his smirk widening slightly.
hollis tilts his chin up, his hand gripping the back of roman’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair with a firm, unyielding pressure.
“get on your knees and suck it.”
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