༊ elle is thinking about . . . riding romans biceps

༊ cw: sexual content, bicep riding, overstimulation, probably more

all you can seem to look at in this huge room is his arms. hes playing some random video game that you havent even cared enough to glace at. all you can pay attention to is the veins crawling up his arms, the way he tenses when the game challenges him, the way the muscle in his arm pops out each time he tenses.

you let a small groan to signal you needed him, much to your dismay, you got no response. his headset on and probably on the loudest setting.

you give up on subtle signals, you take your panties off before crawling out of bed in only an oversized tee to rest your forarms on the headrest, right above his head. he looks up at you.

"hey angel, you okay?"

you nod, before walking around the chair and climbing into his lap, him moving his chair away from under the desk to give you room to sprawl on him.

you kept up this undercover 'i just miss you & wanna spend time with you' act for a good 30 minutes, that was before you became uncomfortablely aware of his biceps flexing so closely. it was all you could focus on.

your straddling him, your head resting on his shoulder but facing away from him to look at his arms better. before you could even finish your thought about how badly you needed him, your hand was extending out to graze his upper bicep.

he didnt even notice at first untill you moved your head to be closer. your head now laying on his bicep.

he didnt say anything until he felt your breath on his upper bicep, and felt your teeth lightly graze the skin. "you want somethin' baby?" his voice breaks you out of your bicep riden trance. "jus' so pretty rom" he smiles, you dont see it but you can hear it when he speaks "what is? my arms?"

you sigh against his arm, you werent embarrassed. you wanted this.

"mhm" you manage to let out, its not that you were necessarily unable to speak, but the thoughts of you using him, his arm, were becoming unbearable.

"hmm what u wanna do about it?"

you dont respond for a beat. you actually werent sure how that would work, for now it was just a fantasy that clouded your train of thought for the past hour.

"use em"

without speaking he ushers you up gently, letting you stand in front of him before putting his arm in between your legs and resting it on the table behind you.

you can barely stand, the skin on his bicep touching your bare heat inbetween your legs. his hand rested on the table behind you to keep his arm solid unable to move underneath you.

you dont move untill his hand reaches your hip, gripping the oversized shirt you had on, making it bunch up, and guiding your hips against his bicep. you throw your head back upon your slick meeting his large arms.

he quickens the pace, single handedly moving your hips against him. he watches contently, easing you to continue. "cmon baby, isnt this what you wanted?" he coos as he flexes his arm while pushing where your hip and stomach meet to put more pressure on his bicep.

you nod frantically before putting your hands on his left shoulder, the only one you could reach. "so so good rom, tis exactly what i wanted" you manage to mummer between quiet whimpers.

he smiles upon hearing this, he reaches underneath your shirt to guide you from your mid waist. he flexes, unflexes, repeat.

"youre doing so good baby" he coos, reaching up to push the hair out of your face with his other arm. "look so pretty while doing it too" he continues to praise you through it all. "so so pretty, using my arm"

that was what did it for you, you let out a high pitched whimper "im gonna-mm-cum"

"go on pretty, make a mess of my arm, please" he says while flexing his arm the last time, before you could even respond you were grasping at his shirt, moaning loudly, lathering him in your cum.

he continued to move your hips against him to ride your high, "mmm 'did so good pretty"

he moves his arm back to a regular position before looking down at it and bringing it to his mouth, licking up every inch of your juices his tounge could reach before looking back up at you

he looks at you like youre the most precious thing to exist before asking "need cleaned up angel?"

you, unable to speak, just look at him, still breathing uneven.

you watch him slide off his chair and onto his knees, barely having to move to be between your legs.

he urges you to sit on his desk, moving his keyboard and lifting your hips to sit on the edge. before his mouth makes his way underneath your shirt. he starts off kissing your thighs, then sucking up all of the excess juices that didnt end up on his arm.

he groans into your heat. you let out a moan "roman i-i cant take it" you say in a high pitched voice, overstimulated.

he brings his mouth to your view

"you cant?"

you shake your head to say no

"cmon baby, sure you can" he continues "i promise to make you feel good, better than my arm did... okay?"

in your fucked out state of mind you slowly nod your head

"do you trust me?"

"mhm yes roman"

he nods before putting his mouth back onto you, starting slow. the lack of stimulation made you throw your head back.

he begins to speed up as you put your legs on his shoulders. squeezing his head lightly. at this, he wraps his arms behind your legs. his forarms resting underneath your thighs, his hands gripping your waist.

his mouth working wonders at this point, you reach up to grip his hair, letting out the most ungodly noises, uncontrollably.

"ohmyyfuckk im gonna c-cum" you say gripping his hair even harder. he speeds up at this, mummering a "do it" softly into your cunt.

that was your breaking point.

with one final moan, you let all of your juices onto his face, he continues to ride out your high once agian.

after 'cleaning you up' he stands in between your legs, looking you in the eyes, placing his hands on either sides of your face before kissing your bridge.

"you okay?" he says after nuzzling his head into your neck, his hand reaching up to comb through your hair.

all you can manage to let out is a quiet "mhm"

he nods at that, knowing you like the back of his hand. picking you up bridal style, as gentle as possible. taking you to the bathroom and setting you on the toilet, just as gently he picked you up.

he begins running the water making sure its not too hot or not too warm.

after double checking that the water is the perfect temperature, he makes his way back to you, kneeling infront of you before sitting in between your legs on the floor, letting his head rest on your knee.

"i love you" he says before moving his head slightly to kiss your knee

༊ authors note : this is so bad omg (compliment fishing) omgg i wish people would praise my work in the cmmts (fishing) this is sooo bad holy shit im js gonna end it all :((

seriously tho, this was rushed but i have multiple works coming so hopefully this can hold a few over.. also im still working on my masterlist so theres no tags srry im navigating ok give a girl some time ok!!

this is also partly unfinished, i might revisit when i finish my other works but its unlikely, i think this is a somewhat acceptable ending, i def could have dragged it, might update it later who knows who knows omggggg

PROMISE im working on bsf!roman & your face's intro will be posted today!!!! promise this time

smile; you're on camera

camboy!rommulas with a fem!reader in his audience.

synopsis: in a late night's episode of deep scrolling, you come across a familiar face parading his body online. curiousity gets the better of you.

tags: fem!reader, camboy!roman, attention whore!roman, masturbation, usage of a fleshlight, voyeuristic reader if you squint, reader and roman know each other(barely), in this fic specifically roman never had a music career. this is his call to fame.

author's note: i'm a pervert for this; no other explanation.

wc: 2759

taglist: @romansbbg @peterpangirl777 (ask to be added)

The night works in mysterious ways.

But still, you'd never imagined you'd find yourself scrolling on a camboy website on a Friday night. Sometimes, the mouse clicks itself, y'know?

Nothing really caught your eye. Camboys these days were boring and unimaginative, with features that didn't really hook you in. Every stream you stopped by, just felt the same— bland, and didn't strike a chord. Felt like walking in on someone.

But, as you scrolled further, your eyes catch, and you freeze. It couldn't be.

The username, rommulxxxs, paired with the preview picture, froze you in your tracks. This looked awfully similar to a man you knew, someone who you weren't quite friends with yet— Roman. He had a quiet, handsome allure about him in person. He kept to himself, rhythmically bouncing his knee in expensive jeans. But here, on a camming website, it felt awkwardly intimate. His chest was bare, dark curls falling into his face, a devious grin painted on his face. The little flashing dot in the corner indicated that he was live. Should I do it? you ponder, heart pounding in your ears, cursor hovering over the window.

You bite the bullet and click on the profile.

You managed to join early into the stream. He is lying on a queen sized bed, lined in black sheets, with his legs spread, in a tight, white tank top. The dark jeans hugged his legs tightly, and sat slightly below a calvin klein waistband. He fiddles with his rings, as he looks at the screen. His lips are curled. It's definitlely Roman. The chat is excited to see him.

superb1: it's nice to see you baby jjgggg2: you look good tonight rom ^_< messypoptarts: wow handsome "It's always nice to recieve a warm welcome.." Chills run through your body at the sound of his voice. Still familiar, deep and romantic, although this time it had a different, underlying tone. His eyes dart across the screen, before making eye contact with the webcam. Your cheeks flush. It felt like he was staring at you, like he knew what you did. Like he knew you knew what you were doing lurking on his stream. What you were waiting for. "I'm feeling nice tonight," he begins, teeth showing in a lustful smile, "I'll do anything you guys tell me to, m'kay? Who wants to be the first tip?" Immediately, the sidebar begins to flood with messages of praise and excitement, and he grins excitedly, his teeth sharp and glistening in the light. Your body warms from watching him. "I see every one of you in here," he coos, fanning his eyelashes over the chat, "you all know how to flatter a man."

messypoptarts: i need u so bad superst@r: can u stop teasing??? sweetcandy: you're really pretty megacherries: DADA

You decided to be bold and send a message. Hidden behind an anonymous nickname, you could say anything to Roman and he wouldn't know. What you didn't know was that Roman actually pays a fair amount of attention to his audience:

"Sweet candy, I've never seen you before. You're a new face. Tell me a little about yourself," he grins, and your cheeks flush. He was speaking to you, and he didn't know it.

sweetcandy: you just caught my eye..

"That always feels good to hear, sweetie," he replies, the new nickname churning your stomach. The tip jar rattles. "Ah, super, you want me to take my top off? I suppose that won't hurt.."

You watch, starstruck, as Roman slips the tight white tank top over his broad chest, over his shoulders, as his dark curls fall free out of them. Now he lies on the bed with a bare chest, a silver chain dangling just below his sternum. His flat stomach rises and falls, the prominent v-line muscles tracing into his underwear. Your clit throbs. He smiles, brows furrowing.

"You're all so good to me," he praises, "come on, talk to me, darlings."

You watch as he properly answers every message, even as they come quickly. He runs a lazy hand up and down his thigh as he speaks. Running off adrenaline, you decide to chime in:

sweetcandy: do people in your life know you do this?

"Hmm… not that I know of, Sweetie," Roman replies, "but if any of my friends are watching tonight… I hope you enjoy what you see. Just try not to bring it up later."

megacherries: if i knew u irl u wouldnt be safe superb1: i bet he's hotter in person jjgggg2: im so jealous of ppl who get to see him up close

No one knew about you. You'd just had drinks with him last week. You saw how his cheeks flush up close when he gets drunk. Your hand slinks into your panties.

The tip jar rattles. "You want me to lose the jeans? Okay then, don't blink, cherry.."

You watch as Roman's hands lazily move to his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling and slinging the studded leather belt off his hips. Then, his slender fingers worked the button through the denim loophole, and the fly zips down with a low rumble, as he moves slowly. He shimmies the jeans down his legs, until he can kick them off. He's left in a pair of black calvin klein boxers. His thighs are pale and toned, as he runs his fingers over them. "How do I look, hm? Do I look good?"

messypoptarts: stop playinggg superst@r: im gen so wet megacherries: hard as a brick rn for u jjgggg2: lord have mercy

Endless praise. he deserved it. Pretty much his entire body, save for his dick, was on full display. And Roman knew his sex appeal. He palms his crotch aimlessly. "I bet you wanna see this cock, don't you, darlings?"

superst@r: yes dada megacherries: PLS sweetcandy: i rly do rom superb1: i cant wait

"Rom is a cute nickname," he smiles, "I like it, sweetie." Your pace quickens. Feels like you're getting special attention.

The tip jar rattles. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing, okay cherry? Here, watch closely.."

Roman palms his dick through his boxers, stroking it from the base to the tip. "It's so hard, my darlings… I can't help myself…" You were mesmerised by his fingers sliding over the print of his dick, his golden rings glimmering in the faint light cast by the monitor. He pulls his thumb under the waistband of his boxers and stretches the elastic, as it slaps back onto his skin. "Bet you're so hungry for me, aren't you, my darling angels..? Oh, you're all so good for me… All of you sweet things."

The chat is thriving from the praise. You, too, are enchanted by his sweet talk. He grins, his eyes thinning, as he slowly slides the boxers down just enough so that his dick is freed. You gasp. He is impressive in both length and girth. "I'm so hard from your praise, my lovely darlings.. Tell me what to do about it, hm?"

You shouldn't do it. You really shouldn't. But your body was doing the thinking.

The tip jar rattles.

"Oh, sweetie.. You want me to touch myself?" Roman chuckles reading out your message, and your cheeks flush further, your mind high off adrenaline and attention. "Of course, baby, this is for you, okay?"

He traces his fingers along his length, his eyes gazing from down between his legs to up at the webcam, piercing through it and into your eyes. You felt so naughty doing this. But it felt so good. Roman's lips part as he encloses his dick in his hand, and starts to slowly pump up and down. Soft, horny noises escape his parted lips. He breathes heavily, moaning with each exhale. "My darlings are so, so good for me," he mutters, thumbing his foreskin, "tell me how you enjoy what you see, mm?"

jjgggg2: i'm legit drooling messypoptarts: im touchign myself to u baby superb1: you're so yummy sweetcandy: i cant keep my hands off myself

"You talk so kindly to me, my darlings," Roman's voice is hardly above a whisper as he bites his lip, still moving slowly. Tantalisingly. He's seeing how much praise and donation he can milk out of his desperate viewers. "It excites me to know I turn you all on, you know that, don't you? Don't you want this?"

It's addicting, building slowly like venom, pulling you closer. The added excitement of knowing Roman in person, and him not knowing that you knew about this, feels like a deep, dirty secret between you two that not even he knows about.

You watch on as Roman continues to play with himself, whispering sweet nothings to the chat, glowing from every comment of praise and gratitude. He pulls his hand away from his dick and takes a few deep breaths to regulate himself. As he relaxes, he begins to talk his sweet, sweet talk once more;

"Y'know, I'm just not feeling it with my hand tonight, my darlings," he begins, running his hand up and down his thigh aimlessly, "I think I need something more.. Y'know what I mean?" superbl: omg r u gonna use a toy megacherries: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE superst@r: wait pls

He chuckles. "You're all so clever," he coos, before sitting up, reaching into his nightstand drawers, and when he lies back down, he has two things in his hands. A clear fleshlight, and a bottle of lube. "I'm excited.. are you?" His lips curl into a devilish wide smile, sharp teeth gleaming. Your body reacts, breath hitching. The chat pings excitedly. Roman chuckles, squeezing the bottle over the opening of the clear sleeve, using his fingers to spread it around the entrance. When he makes contact with it, his body jolts, and he hisses through his teeth.

"It's so cold…" he murmurs, his dick jolting at the touch as he slides the entrance over his tip. "I bet the real thing would feel much warmer… hm?"

jjgggg2: u have nooooo idea messypoptarts: oh my god jjgggg2: im so srs pls just on echance

"So needy," he whispers, "all for me?" You nod, unintentionally— uncontrollably. As if he was speaking to you, as if this barrier just didn't exist.

Roman bucks his hips, and slides the sleeve down over his dick. He groans heavily, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing, as he stops at the base. His hand grips the sleeve tightly, and you can see his dick twitching underneath the silicone. It's an open-ended toy— you can catch his deep pink tip poking out of the end of the sleeve. He huffs, allowing his dick to twitch, eyes hungrily scouring the screen for praise. His eyes fill with lust, reading over every sexual comment. He begins to slide the toy up and down, his hips naturally bucking into the rhythm. He moans with each pump, breathless and needy, eyelashes fluttering. His chest and cheeks flush, sweat beginning to glisten atop his skin as he continues fucking into the toy. Every rattle of the tip jar earns another shiver and groan out of him.You slip a finger into your pussy, unable to handle it anymore, as you continue to watch. "My— my angels…" Roman whines, leaning on his elbow, "tell me, how bad you want me."

superst@r: roman i need you sosososocmuhc jjgggg2: I NEED IT ROMAN superb1: strokign to you rn sweetcandy: im going crazy 4 u messypoptarts: i cant take it roman

"Yes, that's it, that's it," he praises, hissing as he moves his hand, greedier, seeking more, "I'm all yours, yeah? Yours— I'm your toy, yeah? My angels?" You can't bite back the whine that escapes your lips. "Come on, keep talking f'me," he groans, eyes still eagerly locked onto the screen, "I wanna hear you, angels.."

sweetcandy: i wish i was the toy sweetcandy: i wanna fuckyou on camera sweetcandy: rom

"Aah, I love to hear it— ngh," his brow furrows, moving his hand faster, "if only I could get a cute girl on camera with me, hm? Imagine that, hm.. I'm so horny thinking about it— my sweet angels…"

jjgggg2: I'LL BE YOUR GIRL megacherries: plpleaspeleas superb1: you'd look so good in some real pussy roman superst@r: i'm already jealous of the lucky girl aaah

"If I could fuck you all, I would, my darlings," he praises, breath beginning to hitch, "because I— know how badly you all love my dick, mm?" His hair is beginning to stick to his face from the sweat, his skin casting a light glow from the screen's light. Nevertheless, he continues fucking into his clear fleshlight, the action making obscene, perverted noises through the microphone that just drove you crazy. He occasionally breaks his focus from the sweet, sweet dopamine of the chat's endless praise to stare into his webcam, as if he knows his gaze is dangerous. It works on you, that's for sure— your body weakens immediately.

"Aah— darlings, I'm getting close, don't stop, mm? Eyes on me—" Roman's voice is wavering, his legs jolting as his abdomen tenses, lips ajar, as he climaxes— ropes of cum shooting from the end of the toy, onto his stomach and chest. He looks up at that camera again, eyes pleading, begging for attention, mercy and praise. Your own orgasm follows shortly after, cursing Roman's name under your breath as you squeeze around your fingers.

Roman sighs with every exhale, still dragging the sleeve up and down his overstimulated cock, shivering at each movement. "Mhm…" he murmurs, "was I good, darlings?"

jjgggg2: i came with u roman superst@r: AAAHHH ur so fcking fine sweetcandy: u were good megacherries: i will die without you sweetcandy: but i'd be sm better

"Bold claim, darling," Roman chuckles, and your heart skips a beat, "but I'm open to a challenge. I'd love to challenge all of you…"

As he calms down, he still talks to the chat, his dick is still hard, even when he removes the sleeve. It twitches against his stomach while he talks to his dear, loyal viewers, and you keep listening, body lighting aflame whenever he says anything.

sweetcandy: were u srs about fucking one of your viewers? messypoptarts: i volunteer as tribute…

"Aah…" Roman hesitates, pondering his answer. "Hm. Maybe not a stranger. I'm not a total slut like that… I guess… But I'd love to get to know you angels. No one else is so generous with praise."

superst@r: would u fuck someone u know on cam??

Roman's lip curls. "I wouldn't be opposed to fucking someone I know on cam— I can think of a couple people…" You bite the inside of your cheek, guts turning. Was he referring to you? A couple people? Who else could he be talking about? He said people, not girls. Was he thinking about boys?

"Is that something you wanna see, though?" he cocks a brow, "are you so greedy that even toys aren't enough to satisfy you?"

jjgggg2: i just wanna see you dominate someone megacherries: ud look good on top of a girl jjgggg2: makes it easier to self insert

He chuckles. "I like your honesty."

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It was a heavy secret for you to carry. But, for the next week, every night before bed, you'd check for Roman's streams on this website, and flirt with him— giving him dirty praise through your anonymous alias. You loved seeing his eyes light up with delight from your comments, and got all kinds of nervous when he replied to you, unaware it was you.

But, it's Thursday now, and your friends want to meet up in a bar for some drinks. You weren't sure who was going— only one friend had texted you, to invite you. All she said was that it was quite a big group. You dressed appropriately for a bar night— something that wasn't too egregious, but playfully sexy. Something fitting of dim red lighting and a swirling glass of wine.

You uber with the friend who invited you, and you engage in small talk in the uber. The thought of Roman slowly creeps into your mind— he mingles with this group. Would he be at the bar? Could you look him in the eye? Your friend notices your discomfort; "You okay?" "Uh, yeah. Lots on my mind, is all." "Oh, well. Some drinks should help with that." The both of you laugh. But in the back of your mind, all you could think of is how alcohol would make things so much worse.

honey masterlist

2hollis

nothing here... yet <3

rommulas

did you notice me staring (oneshot)

smile, you're on camera

romllis

shouldn't be doing this / over my favourite song

tattoo virgin

over my favourite song

synopsis: roman and hollis spend some time alone listening to music over a joint. the proximity would make anybody fold…

tags: nerd!hollis x popular!roman, hollis is genuinely a loser, dom!roman/sub!hollis, weed usage, dryhumping, frotting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia

author's note: Hi (This can be considered a part 2 to this fic but it's not entirely necessary)

wc: 3244

taglist: @romansbbg @peterpangirl777 (ask to be added)

The two boys sit in Roman's room. It's an unassuming Friday night, the ravens caw as the sunset's glow begins to fade into a dark night. It's warm, and they are smoking over a cd player's mellow tunes. Hollis had asked to come over to listen to some of Roman's collection, and Roman took it as an opportunity to smoke with him. Conversation was few and far between. Hollis is getting deeply inspired by this new music, keeping his head low, deconstructing the sound. It was extremely interesting… Low, resonating and deeply emotional. It really fit the vibe of Roman's room— dim, romantically lit and dark in terms of colour. His walls were a deep red, adorned with various framed paintings and a mirror framed with polaroid pictures. His room isn't messy, but it's lived in— his jewelry boxes are tussled, recently messed with and untidied, chains and crosses dotting the top of his dresser. Golden rings are anywhere but the ring boxes, in a spot he clearly places them every day. His shirts and tank tops are just on top of the drawer, hardly inside it. Roman turns to Hollis and admires his profile silently. Hollis looks interesting when he is concentrating— his brow scrunches, his eyes go dark and his fingers tap to rhythms, seemingly on their own. He wants to know what Hollis is thinking about. But he knows the pursuit is fruitless.

Inside Hollis's mind, he is very carefully dissecting each component of the sound playing from Roman's humble cd player, and thinking of how to compose tracks of his own with a similar sound. He's imagining so deeply, he forgets Roman is feet away from him, slowly inhaling a drag off a joint. He exhales from his nostrils, sending flares of smoke into his direction. He briefly snaps out of it, and his eyes meet Roman's. He's reminded of his sin. His lustful attraction to Roman and the drunken mishap they had, in this very room, which he cannot fully remember. He mourns this memory, for all he remembers is the ecstasy and pleasure from which that night bestowed upon him. But his memory failed him. All he remembered was Roman's warmth, and his muscular back. The feeling of tongues intertwining, drooling slightly, spit stringing from lips. He clears his throat and adjusts his legs.

"You alright?" "Yeah," he lies, tapping his foot in a futile attempt to divert blood from his half-hard boner. He pushes his glasses up his nose before taking the joint from Roman's extended hand. His distracted thinking made everything more obvious, the way their fingers brushed together as he shakily accepts the joint, bringing it to his lips. "You look like something's on your mind," Roman murmurs, leaning back slightly to relax on his elbows. Hollis refused to look in his direction, because the sight would kill him. It was impossible to simmer down at this point. "Not much, really," he mutters, taking a drag, feeling the tickling sensation set into his body, relaxing his limbs, but not his heart. Roman can sense his discomfort, and cocks a brow. "C'mon," he nudges Hollis's knee with his own, "tell me what's up." "Roman," he begins, throat immediately closing up. He takes a deep breath. "What happened at your party?" "You don't remember? I was more drunk than you." "I really don't remember. I'm being serious." Roman chuckles, waving his knee. "You can't tell me you remember nothing." "Well, obviously, but, like, y'know… What happened in here?" he gestures to the room, cheeks flushed like crazy. Thinking back on what passed that night got Roman worked up. His lip curls. "It's not easy to say, hm?" his voice quiets, almost to a whisper. "Some things, can only be explained by doing." Hollis freezes. His heart is racing. It feels a lot more confronting to be challenged by these thoughts as he's stone cold sober. He has no intoxication to drown the internalised wrong-ness of feeling this way towards a boy. Except, it's clear Roman is staring holes through his cheek, eyes dark with lust. The air is thick, and the music feels eerily appropriate, slow-moving, erotic and low. "You won't move, will you?" Roman mumbles. "Don't think I can," Hollis chokes. Roman shifts, spreading his legs. "Can you at least look at me?" He turns to face Roman, and groans as his dick throbs in his tight jeans. Why he wears tight jeans around Roman if he's just going to end up harder than a block of cement, he will never know. But His brow scrunches as he makes eye contact with Roman, cheeks red, sweat beading. He too, has a changed expression, eyes clouded, smirk tugging. He's lying on his elbows, legs open. It's too confronting to look at him like this. "You scared?" "A little, yeah." "I don't bite, Holli," he grins, weaponising the nickname that he dreads most. Hollis groans again from more throbbing, he desperately attempts to stifle it, but it's near impossible.

Roman gets up from the floor, and Hollis's eyes stay glued to him. He sits on his bed, scooting back, lying on his side. He gestures with his hand for Hollis to follow, and slowly, he too gets off the floor. It's torture being so hard in these pants. He awkwardly sits down on Roman's bed beside him. "Lie down, you idiot," Roman chuckles, and Hollis sheepishly lies on his side. Their bodies are fully facing each other, the heat radiating off of each other is powerful. Roman's hand extends to Hollis's cheek, thumb stroking his cheekbone, all the way down to his lips, parting them slowly. Hollis's body is on fire. He shivers at Roman's touch; his calloused, muscular hands being so gentle to his burning face. Roman slowly inches closer, leaning in ever so slightly, moving his fingers and bringing Hollis's jaw closer. Their lips meet in the most pained kiss in the world. Hollis groans against his lips, And Roman sighs in relief. Their lips seperate and intersect over and over, slowly, pressing curses against each other's mouths. As they kissed, Roman pulled Hollis closer, moving his hand from his jaw to his shoulder, to his midriff. Hollis raised a hand to Roman's side, clutching at the fabric. Roman's hand drops to Hollis's inner thigh, and he whines desperately, cock twitching furiously. They pull apart, and any facade of normalcy had faded. Roman's smirk had faded, his lips parted slightly, lips red from contact. His eyes were clouded with something unfamiliar and dangerous, brows scrunched. His eyes drop to Hollis's crotch, his hand teetering near his cock. "I'll touch you if you touch me," Roman whispers. Hollis silently drops his hand from his side to Roman's crotch, palming at his bulge, earning a deep moan from him. This sets off Hollis's own erection, to which Roman's fingertips drag over, as he comes in and kneads at it, palming it. They both start moaning, and Hollis messily kisses Roman again, this time with tongue. They groan, huffing as they touch each other, dicks pulsing into each other's hands. Roman fiddles with Hollis's fly as they kiss, slowly unzipping his jeans, the zip rumbling low as his firm fingers drag it down, exposing Hollis's underwear. There was a wet patch at the tip of his erection, sticky with precum. Roman's fingers drag over Hollis's shaft, leaving him breathless and shaky. "You sure you don't remember what you did with me?" "I swe-ear, I only rememb-er you on top of me," Hollis whines breathily, and Roman grins excitedly.

He moves his hand to his own pants, unbuttoning them and exposing his own underwear, his boner pulsing into his palm. "Come closer, Holli," he whispers, "press your body against mine." Hollis inches his body across the bed, the knitted quilt beneath him shifting in temperature as he inched closer to Roman, until their faces were barely touching. He stops. He can't move any closer, or he'll bump into Roman's sharp nose. "You can get closer," Roman whispers. "I can't. I'll hit your nose." "Our bodies aren't touching yet." Hollis's cheeks flush. He gets the message. He bucks his hips, until their boners touch, seperated by agonisingly thin cotton underwear. He exhales sharply, pulsing against Roman. "Feel familiar yet?" he mumbles, rubbing himself against Hollis shakily. "Hnng- Kinda," whines Hollis, "I can't tell.." Roman grips onto Hollis's hips and puts a lot more weight into his thrusts against Hollis. He whimpers, gritting his teeth. Roman sighs, enjoying both the physical pleasure and the visual pleasure of seeing Hollis crumble beneath his fingers. "Is thi-is what dry humping a boy is like?" Hollis asks wearily, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum. "Mhm," Roman replies, "and the other night, this fabric wasn't in the way.. Imagine that, Holli.." He whimpers. "Imagine our hard dicks pressed up against each other.." He pleads. "That's how it went… Mhm, I had you on your back, just like this," he shifts Hollis onto his back and remains on top of him, "it's a shame you don't remember…" Hollis's hands were now feebly by his side as he tries to balance his weight on his elbows, forehead touching Roman's. Even the heat emanating off of him was confronting. The way Roman was talking to him had him feverishly close to finishing. One wrong move and he was done— he was innately concentrated on not fucking this up. His glasses slip down his nose, and he awkwardly leans to his side to fix them, fingers quivering. Roman reaches a hand to Hollis's head and combs through his thin hair, massaging at his scalp. "Stop tha-at.." he groans, "I'm already so close—fuck-" "Shhh, it's okay Holli, I've got you," a smirk tugs at Roman's lips as he pulls Hollis's head to the side and whispers directly into his ear. He whines gutturally in response, to Roman's delight, as he licks at his sensitive ear. "Stop, Roman, I'm gonna cu-um—" "Huh?" he pulls back, stilling in movement against his cock too. Hollis's chest rose and fell rapidly. "Are you actually gonna cum?" "Hnng…" he whimpers defeatedly, dick throbbing angrily against Roman. Sweat falls from his temple. He looks Roman in the eye; his eyes were scanning over Hollis's frame, lips parted for air. ".. Something wrong with that?" "… No. I guess I just have less stamina when I'm wasted;" Roman chuckles. "You're so weak in every way. It's so amusing." "That's not ni-ice, Roman," Hollis mewls. "Not wrong either, is it?" he laughs, "I'm sorry. This just means more fun for me." "Howso?" "I'm gonna see how many times you can cum for me." Hollis's eyes widen. His blood rushes to his cheeks, and back down to his excited boner, pulsing rapidly and leaking a little. He huffs. He'd never pushed himself past 2 consecutive orgasms. this could get dangerous. Quickly.

Roman gets off of Hollis and lies back down next to him. He lies on his side, with Hollis finding it difficult to focus on one thing at a time. He puts a hand on Hollis's jaw and guides him towards his lips, and they meet in a kiss. Hollis's lips had gone cold from constantly being agape gasping air, and Roman's were still warm— the temperature difference caused a shudder between them. As they kiss, Roman creeps his hand up Hollis's hip and into his lap, freeing Hollis's boner from its boxers, and wrapping his hand around his dick. He pumps slowly and firmly at first, and Hollis moans into Roman's mouth, eyebrows scrunching. His hips instinctively buck upward, into his firm hand, seeking pleasure. He clutches at the fabric beneath him, balling white-knuckled fists. Roman parts from his lips, murmuring "that's right, don't run from it," among other sweet nothings as his hand works steadily. Noises of pleasure escape Hollis's lips unabashedly, and his eyes slip open, and look Roman in the face. "You still scared of me? Hm?" Roman mumbles, his free hand tracing down Hollis's forearm. "N-No.." he whines, eyes pleading for something unspecific. "You're doing so well, Holli," Roman continues, to which Hollis tenses underneath his grasp. He's getting closer. "You gonna cum for me?" "Hnn- yeah, yeah I'm close—" he chokes, gripping Roman's free hand and intertwining fingers, "I'm begging you, don't stop.." "I'm right here, Holli," Roman whispers, "just feel it." Hollis strains every muscle in his face as thick ropes of cum shoot from his dick, some getting on his stomach, chest, and inbetween Roman's fingers. Roman does not stop, he just slows. Even as every stroke sends a shiver through Hollis's weak frame.

Hollis grips Roman's hand harder now, breathing shakily through each movement. "How do you feel?" "I feel… A lot…" Hollis gasps, "It's a lot." He adjusts his glasses shakily. "Mm?" Roman's pace doesn't waver. He just presses kisses against Hollis's cheek. "Not too much though, right?" "N-No.." "I'll stop if it's too much." "… More." Hollis begs. Roman's lips naturally curl into a wide smile, heart skipping a beat at what he'd just heard. "Alright, Holli, I'll give you some more." He groans in ecstacy.

Roman runs his tongue along Hollis's jaw and neck, dipping into his collar, lightly biting down and pressing closed-mouth kisses over the marks. Hollis just simply whines and moans in response, letting his body speak for itself. Roman started to speed up again, and he begins to tense again. Rhythmically, his body spasms, and once again, Roman knows he is going to cum before he does. "I'm— I'm gonna—" "Shhh," he hushes, "just feel it." Hollis lets out a longer and more exasperated cry of pleasure as he cums for the second time, breath catching with each pulse. Roman kisses him through it, fingers still tightly woven with Hollis's, thumb making lazy circles over his hand. Roman, once again, does not stop jerking him, but slows noticably. "How about now..? How do you feel?" "Hnng.." Hollis is visibly out of breath. "So much…" "Ever felt this good before?" "No, Roman…" Hollis's eyes go meek with embarrassment, "you're… too.. too fucking good.." He laughs. "You're easier to wrap around my dick than I thought you would be, Holli. Can you do one more round?" "Hnng.." he bites his lip, eyes squinting. He's thinking about it. He nods. Roman's eyes half-lid in amusement. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he mumbles, before rapidly quickening his pace, and Hollis cries out suddenly. It's so overbearing. It feels so fucking good. But it also kind of hurts. It feels so good it hurts. He'd never been able to get this fast by himself before. Fuck… Roman's muscles are too powerful. Tears prick at the edge of Hollis's eyes, beginning to spill onto his rosy cheeks. "You okay, Holli? Should I stop?" "Hnng— It's— it's too much…" he whines. "Do you want me to stop?" Roman repeats. "…No," Hollis makes eye contact with Roman, tears spilling down his face and dribbling down his chin, glasses fogging up, "for the—fuck, for the love of god— don't—" "You'll be the fucking end of me," Roman growls, snaring Hollis into a messy kiss, pressing his dick against the bed, pushing Hollis's hand into the pillow behind his head, furiously pumping him. Hollis cries out relentlessly against Roman's lips, unable to kiss back from the overstimulation. Roman could taste the salt from his tears in the kiss, and it only made him leak more into his dark jeans. Hollis's sounds warped over time, sounding less like moans and more like sobs. His body jerks furiously against Roman's unrelenting touch. "I don't thi—ink I can c—cum anymo—ore," Hollis wails, sniffling, "It's— aaah— I can't—" "You're doin' so good f'me," Roman mutters into the kiss, "A'know you can do it.." "R—Rommy—" Hollis blubbers, "I love you, I l—ove you, I lo—ve y—ou…" "I… I love you," Roman repeats, "my.. my Holli." "Say it— again—" "Hm?" "Say you—love me," Hollis cries. "I love you," Roman mumbles against Hollis's lips like a prayer, "I love you, I—fuck, I love your dick, I love your cute face, I l—ove when you cry—" "Rommy—!" Hollis blurts, "Fuck! Don't stop! Close!—" "Yes, love you, love you, attaboy—" Roman's brow furrows, and he feels an odd knot in his lower abdomen. As Hollis loudly sobs through his third orgasm, Roman, somehow, against greater odds, feels that unmistakeable, familiar feeling coming at a rapid pace. He's managed to make himself cum hands free, into his boxers. His lips hang open with each pulse of cum soaking his underwear, breathing shaky moans as he absorbs Hollis's dishevelled state beneath him. Roman finally lets go of Hollis's dick, and runs a finger along his own crotch just to make sure, and his boxers were entirely soaked with cum. He is beside himself. How on earth did that just happen? Roman hasn't came in his pants since he was an early teen.

Hollis takes deep, shaky breaths to ground himself, taking off his glasses to wipe away his tears. As he comes down from the high, the aching, familiar shame took root almost immediately. More choked tears came out of him, this time clearly from distress. "Hey, Hollis, don't cry," Roman quickly holds Hollis's face, wiping away his tears. "What the fuck is wrong with me," he whimpers, eyes clouded, "why the fuck was I crying? What am I fucking doing?" "I… I don't know," Roman whispers, "but you're with me. I've got you." "Roman…" Hollis chokes. "Thank you." He doesn't say anything, but presses their foreheads together until Hollis's quiet cries and sniffles petered out. He rubs Hollis's back in reassuring circles. "I'll get us cleaned up," he murmurs, "and we can do something else. Okay?" "Us?" "Oh, right," Roman chuckles, nodding his chin to his crotch. Hollis's eyes widen. "How'd you do that?" "I have no fuckin' idea. But it's your fault." he grins. Hollis lets out a stifled laugh.

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"… Did I really say 'I love you?'"

The two boys are sharing another joint, knee to knee, as a new cd is spinning in Roman's cd player. "You did," Roman takes a drag, "and I said it back." He chews the inside of his lip. "What? Did you not mean it?" "No, that's not it…" "What is it then?" Hollis hesitates. "I guess I just, like, wanted to save it for a.. more special moment than that." "I'd argue that was pretty special." "You fuckin' know what I mean." Roman smirks, waving his leg. "You think so rigidly. I think it's okay to do things in the moment if they feel good." "Good, huh," Hollis murmurs, "try 'overwhelming'." Roman simply chuckles, passing the joint. He looks over at Hollis. He hasn't put his glasses back on yet. He admires in silence. "You.. you've got a handsome face under those thick frames." "What? You don't like them?" "No, I love them. But I've never seen you without them..." "Firsts for everything, I guess." "… and, I love you, Hollis." His cheeks flush rosy. He diverts his eyes, taking a big drag from the joint. "Say it back." "… No." "I said it back to you.. That isn't fair," Roman pouts, "say it back." "… I… I love you, Roman." "Attaboy." "Shut up." Roman leans his head on Hollis's shoulder. The sun has fully set, with the twinkling stars dotting the warm summer night in its stead.

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.

taglist(comment if you'd like to be added): @romansbbg @peterpangirl777

smile; you're on camera

camboy!rommulas with a fem!reader in his audience.

synopsis: in a late night's episode of deep scrolling, you come across a familiar face parading his body online. curiousity gets the better of you.

tags: fem!reader, camboy!roman, attention whore!roman, masturbation, usage of a fleshlight, voyeuristic reader if you squint, reader and roman know each other(barely), in this fic specifically roman never had a music career. this is his call to fame.

author's note: i'm a pervert for this; no other explanation.

wc: 2759

taglist: @romansbbg @peterpangirl777 (ask to be added)

The night works in mysterious ways.

But still, you'd never imagined you'd find yourself scrolling on a camboy website on a Friday night. Sometimes, the mouse clicks itself, y'know?

Nothing really caught your eye. Camboys these days were boring and unimaginative, with features that didn't really hook you in. Every stream you stopped by, just felt the same— bland, and didn't strike a chord. Felt like walking in on someone.

But, as you scrolled further, your eyes catch, and you freeze. It couldn't be.

The username, rommulxxxs, paired with the preview picture, froze you in your tracks. This looked awfully similar to a man you knew, someone who you weren't quite friends with yet— Roman. He had a quiet, handsome allure about him in person. He kept to himself, rhythmically bouncing his knee in expensive jeans. But here, on a camming website, it felt awkwardly intimate. His chest was bare, dark curls falling into his face, a devious grin painted on his face. The little flashing dot in the corner indicated that he was live. Should I do it? you ponder, heart pounding in your ears, cursor hovering over the window.

You bite the bullet and click on the profile.

You managed to join early into the stream. He is lying on a queen sized bed, lined in black sheets, with his legs spread, in a tight, white tank top. The dark jeans hugged his legs tightly, and sat slightly below a calvin klein waistband. He fiddles with his rings, as he looks at the screen. His lips are curled. It's definitlely Roman. The chat is excited to see him.

superb1: it's nice to see you baby jjgggg2: you look good tonight rom ^_< messypoptarts: wow handsome "It's always nice to recieve a warm welcome.." Chills run through your body at the sound of his voice. Still familiar, deep and romantic, although this time it had a different, underlying tone. His eyes dart across the screen, before making eye contact with the webcam. Your cheeks flush. It felt like he was staring at you, like he knew what you did. Like he knew you knew what you were doing lurking on his stream. What you were waiting for. "I'm feeling nice tonight," he begins, teeth showing in a lustful smile, "I'll do anything you guys tell me to, m'kay? Who wants to be the first tip?" Immediately, the sidebar begins to flood with messages of praise and excitement, and he grins excitedly, his teeth sharp and glistening in the light. Your body warms from watching him. "I see every one of you in here," he coos, fanning his eyelashes over the chat, "you all know how to flatter a man."

messypoptarts: i need u so bad superst@r: can u stop teasing??? sweetcandy: you're really pretty megacherries: DADA

You decided to be bold and send a message. Hidden behind an anonymous nickname, you could say anything to Roman and he wouldn't know. What you didn't know was that Roman actually pays a fair amount of attention to his audience:

"Sweet candy, I've never seen you before. You're a new face. Tell me a little about yourself," he grins, and your cheeks flush. He was speaking to you, and he didn't know it.

sweetcandy: you just caught my eye..

"That always feels good to hear, sweetie," he replies, the new nickname churning your stomach. The tip jar rattles. "Ah, super, you want me to take my top off? I suppose that won't hurt.."

You watch, starstruck, as Roman slips the tight white tank top over his broad chest, over his shoulders, as his dark curls fall free out of them. Now he lies on the bed with a bare chest, a silver chain dangling just below his sternum. His flat stomach rises and falls, the prominent v-line muscles tracing into his underwear. Your clit throbs. He smiles, brows furrowing.

"You're all so good to me," he praises, "come on, talk to me, darlings."

You watch as he properly answers every message, even as they come quickly. He runs a lazy hand up and down his thigh as he speaks. Running off adrenaline, you decide to chime in:

sweetcandy: do people in your life know you do this?

"Hmm… not that I know of, Sweetie," Roman replies, "but if any of my friends are watching tonight… I hope you enjoy what you see. Just try not to bring it up later."

megacherries: if i knew u irl u wouldnt be safe superb1: i bet he's hotter in person jjgggg2: im so jealous of ppl who get to see him up close

No one knew about you. You'd just had drinks with him last week. You saw how his cheeks flush up close when he gets drunk. Your hand slinks into your panties.

The tip jar rattles. "You want me to lose the jeans? Okay then, don't blink, cherry.."

You watch as Roman's hands lazily move to his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling and slinging the studded leather belt off his hips. Then, his slender fingers worked the button through the denim loophole, and the fly zips down with a low rumble, as he moves slowly. He shimmies the jeans down his legs, until he can kick them off. He's left in a pair of black calvin klein boxers. His thighs are pale and toned, as he runs his fingers over them. "How do I look, hm? Do I look good?"

messypoptarts: stop playinggg superst@r: im gen so wet megacherries: hard as a brick rn for u jjgggg2: lord have mercy

Endless praise. he deserved it. Pretty much his entire body, save for his dick, was on full display. And Roman knew his sex appeal. He palms his crotch aimlessly. "I bet you wanna see this cock, don't you, darlings?"

superst@r: yes dada megacherries: PLS sweetcandy: i rly do rom superb1: i cant wait

"Rom is a cute nickname," he smiles, "I like it, sweetie." Your pace quickens. Feels like you're getting special attention.

The tip jar rattles. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing, okay cherry? Here, watch closely.."

Roman palms his dick through his boxers, stroking it from the base to the tip. "It's so hard, my darlings… I can't help myself…" You were mesmerised by his fingers sliding over the print of his dick, his golden rings glimmering in the faint light cast by the monitor. He pulls his thumb under the waistband of his boxers and stretches the elastic, as it slaps back onto his skin. "Bet you're so hungry for me, aren't you, my darling angels..? Oh, you're all so good for me… All of you sweet things."

The chat is thriving from the praise. You, too, are enchanted by his sweet talk. He grins, his eyes thinning, as he slowly slides the boxers down just enough so that his dick is freed. You gasp. He is impressive in both length and girth. "I'm so hard from your praise, my lovely darlings.. Tell me what to do about it, hm?"

You shouldn't do it. You really shouldn't. But your body was doing the thinking.

The tip jar rattles.

"Oh, sweetie.. You want me to touch myself?" Roman chuckles reading out your message, and your cheeks flush further, your mind high off adrenaline and attention. "Of course, baby, this is for you, okay?"

He traces his fingers along his length, his eyes gazing from down between his legs to up at the webcam, piercing through it and into your eyes. You felt so naughty doing this. But it felt so good. Roman's lips part as he encloses his dick in his hand, and starts to slowly pump up and down. Soft, horny noises escape his parted lips. He breathes heavily, moaning with each exhale. "My darlings are so, so good for me," he mutters, thumbing his foreskin, "tell me how you enjoy what you see, mm?"

jjgggg2: i'm legit drooling messypoptarts: im touchign myself to u baby superb1: you're so yummy sweetcandy: i cant keep my hands off myself

"You talk so kindly to me, my darlings," Roman's voice is hardly above a whisper as he bites his lip, still moving slowly. Tantalisingly. He's seeing how much praise and donation he can milk out of his desperate viewers. "It excites me to know I turn you all on, you know that, don't you? Don't you want this?"

It's addicting, building slowly like venom, pulling you closer. The added excitement of knowing Roman in person, and him not knowing that you knew about this, feels like a deep, dirty secret between you two that not even he knows about.

You watch on as Roman continues to play with himself, whispering sweet nothings to the chat, glowing from every comment of praise and gratitude. He pulls his hand away from his dick and takes a few deep breaths to regulate himself. As he relaxes, he begins to talk his sweet, sweet talk once more;

"Y'know, I'm just not feeling it with my hand tonight, my darlings," he begins, running his hand up and down his thigh aimlessly, "I think I need something more.. Y'know what I mean?" superbl: omg r u gonna use a toy megacherries: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE superst@r: wait pls

He chuckles. "You're all so clever," he coos, before sitting up, reaching into his nightstand drawers, and when he lies back down, he has two things in his hands. A clear fleshlight, and a bottle of lube. "I'm excited.. are you?" His lips curl into a devilish wide smile, sharp teeth gleaming. Your body reacts, breath hitching. The chat pings excitedly. Roman chuckles, squeezing the bottle over the opening of the clear sleeve, using his fingers to spread it around the entrance. When he makes contact with it, his body jolts, and he hisses through his teeth.

"It's so cold…" he murmurs, his dick jolting at the touch as he slides the entrance over his tip. "I bet the real thing would feel much warmer… hm?"

jjgggg2: u have nooooo idea messypoptarts: oh my god jjgggg2: im so srs pls just on echance

"So needy," he whispers, "all for me?" You nod, unintentionally— uncontrollably. As if he was speaking to you, as if this barrier just didn't exist.

Roman bucks his hips, and slides the sleeve down over his dick. He groans heavily, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing, as he stops at the base. His hand grips the sleeve tightly, and you can see his dick twitching underneath the silicone. It's an open-ended toy— you can catch his deep pink tip poking out of the end of the sleeve. He huffs, allowing his dick to twitch, eyes hungrily scouring the screen for praise. His eyes fill with lust, reading over every sexual comment. He begins to slide the toy up and down, his hips naturally bucking into the rhythm. He moans with each pump, breathless and needy, eyelashes fluttering. His chest and cheeks flush, sweat beginning to glisten atop his skin as he continues fucking into the toy. Every rattle of the tip jar earns another shiver and groan out of him.You slip a finger into your pussy, unable to handle it anymore, as you continue to watch. "My— my angels…" Roman whines, leaning on his elbow, "tell me, how bad you want me."

superst@r: roman i need you sosososocmuhc jjgggg2: I NEED IT ROMAN superb1: strokign to you rn sweetcandy: im going crazy 4 u messypoptarts: i cant take it roman

"Yes, that's it, that's it," he praises, hissing as he moves his hand, greedier, seeking more, "I'm all yours, yeah? Yours— I'm your toy, yeah? My angels?" You can't bite back the whine that escapes your lips. "Come on, keep talking f'me," he groans, eyes still eagerly locked onto the screen, "I wanna hear you, angels.."

sweetcandy: i wish i was the toy sweetcandy: i wanna fuckyou on camera sweetcandy: rom

"Aah, I love to hear it— ngh," his brow furrows, moving his hand faster, "if only I could get a cute girl on camera with me, hm? Imagine that, hm.. I'm so horny thinking about it— my sweet angels…"

jjgggg2: I'LL BE YOUR GIRL megacherries: plpleaspeleas superb1: you'd look so good in some real pussy roman superst@r: i'm already jealous of the lucky girl aaah

"If I could fuck you all, I would, my darlings," he praises, breath beginning to hitch, "because I— know how badly you all love my dick, mm?" His hair is beginning to stick to his face from the sweat, his skin casting a light glow from the screen's light. Nevertheless, he continues fucking into his clear fleshlight, the action making obscene, perverted noises through the microphone that just drove you crazy. He occasionally breaks his focus from the sweet, sweet dopamine of the chat's endless praise to stare into his webcam, as if he knows his gaze is dangerous. It works on you, that's for sure— your body weakens immediately.

"Aah— darlings, I'm getting close, don't stop, mm? Eyes on me—" Roman's voice is wavering, his legs jolting as his abdomen tenses, lips ajar, as he climaxes— ropes of cum shooting from the end of the toy, onto his stomach and chest. He looks up at that camera again, eyes pleading, begging for attention, mercy and praise. Your own orgasm follows shortly after, cursing Roman's name under your breath as you squeeze around your fingers.

Roman sighs with every exhale, still dragging the sleeve up and down his overstimulated cock, shivering at each movement. "Mhm…" he murmurs, "was I good, darlings?"

jjgggg2: i came with u roman superst@r: AAAHHH ur so fcking fine sweetcandy: u were good megacherries: i will die without you sweetcandy: but i'd be sm better

"Bold claim, darling," Roman chuckles, and your heart skips a beat, "but I'm open to a challenge. I'd love to challenge all of you…"

As he calms down, he still talks to the chat, his dick is still hard, even when he removes the sleeve. It twitches against his stomach while he talks to his dear, loyal viewers, and you keep listening, body lighting aflame whenever he says anything.

sweetcandy: were u srs about fucking one of your viewers? messypoptarts: i volunteer as tribute…

"Aah…" Roman hesitates, pondering his answer. "Hm. Maybe not a stranger. I'm not a total slut like that… I guess… But I'd love to get to know you angels. No one else is so generous with praise."

superst@r: would u fuck someone u know on cam??

Roman's lip curls. "I wouldn't be opposed to fucking someone I know on cam— I can think of a couple people…" You bite the inside of your cheek, guts turning. Was he referring to you? A couple people? Who else could he be talking about? He said people, not girls. Was he thinking about boys?

"Is that something you wanna see, though?" he cocks a brow, "are you so greedy that even toys aren't enough to satisfy you?"

jjgggg2: i just wanna see you dominate someone megacherries: ud look good on top of a girl jjgggg2: makes it easier to self insert

He chuckles. "I like your honesty."

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It was a heavy secret for you to carry. But, for the next week, every night before bed, you'd check for Roman's streams on this website, and flirt with him— giving him dirty praise through your anonymous alias. You loved seeing his eyes light up with delight from your comments, and got all kinds of nervous when he replied to you, unaware it was you.

But, it's Thursday now, and your friends want to meet up in a bar for some drinks. You weren't sure who was going— only one friend had texted you, to invite you. All she said was that it was quite a big group. You dressed appropriately for a bar night— something that wasn't too egregious, but playfully sexy. Something fitting of dim red lighting and a swirling glass of wine.

You uber with the friend who invited you, and you engage in small talk in the uber. The thought of Roman slowly creeps into your mind— he mingles with this group. Would he be at the bar? Could you look him in the eye? Your friend notices your discomfort; "You okay?" "Uh, yeah. Lots on my mind, is all." "Oh, well. Some drinks should help with that." The both of you laugh. But in the back of your mind, all you could think of is how alcohol would make things so much worse.

(both please)

MY GOOD, GOOD GIRL

dom!hollis x fem!reader smutshot

content info: !mdni, a little bdsm, restraint/ropes, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, p in v

authors note: life's been keeping me busy lately so i haven't had much time to write :( figured something spicy couldn't hurt tho. i know hollis isn't usually giving dom, but here we are lmao. hope you enjoy <3

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⌕ bun is thinking of . . . holli paying for your nails ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

cw .ᐟ suggestive, alluded p in v, feet (don’t like don’t read!), pervllis (?), he’s kinda obsessed and a weirdo

holli! who loved how seriously you took caring for yourself. your little routines, your everything showers, the way you'd always find some excuse to romanticize taking care of yourself. so, without telling you, he booked your nail appointments for the entire year.

holli! who every three weeks, like clockwork, would drive you to your appointment, kiss your forehead before you hopped out, and tell you to take your time.

holli! who waits nearby while you got a fresh set and matching pedicure, leaving your nail tech a tip so generous you’re the only booking she needs.

holli! who has to see your nails every time you get them done. if he's the one picking you up, your hand is in his the second you get in the car. if he isn't, your phone starts buzzing before you've even gotten out of your seat, where’s my nail reveal? because of course he’s memorized how long your appointments are.

holli! who swears he’s not into feet, but he just can’t help himself with your legs over his shoulders.

holli! who’s thrusts turn sloppy, his large hand wrapped firmly around your ankle as he raises it to his swollen lips, his tongue darts out. he trails his tongue from the base of your foot, all the way up to the top once more ending it with an obnoxiously loud and over-exaggerated smooch, planting it right against the softness of your delicate sole.

holli! who teases you for trying (not very hard) to pull away but cumming almost immediately after his mouth is on you.

holli! who is more turned on by how embarrassed you get when he’s kissing down your legs and stops at your ankles, taking his time pressing firm kisses against the soft skin of you heel, sole, and arch.

holli! who, if you've been dating since high school, has made the "foot job under the Denny's table" bit so many times that somewhere along the way it stopped feeling like a joke.

holli! who loves to help you during your post-shower routine, to him it’s an excuse to touch your feet duh! he’ll kneel to lotion your feet without being asked—massaging every arch, every toe, like it’s sacred. and he’s definitely not sneaking in a few firmer presses to certain sore spots to hear you sigh or moan softly in relief, why would he do that?

holli! who would 1000% enable and fund your shoe shopping addiction if you have one.

holli! who loves when you’re sitting on the couch and your legs are resting in his lap, he’ll rub them gently after the long day admiring the arch of them, or just the artistry of your latest mani-pedi. he should really pay your nail tech more.

holli! who’s friends tease him for the way he acts around you

holli! who’s just so obsessed with you, why should any part being an exception?

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extra:

navi. ← | ⦸

a/n: once you turn 18 feet is something you either get or don’t get..unfortunately…i would drop to my knees for a bad bitch and suck her toes too. i also forgot half of my perm taglist so i’m so sorry if you’ve been not added..

it’s getting pervy on 2bun dot com…i’m sorry.

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2hollis dumbification blurb

it had been two weeks since you’d seen hollis, just two weeks. but somehow it felt way longer than that

hardfest had blown up exactly the way everyone knew it would, every time you opened your phone, there was another video of him onstage, another fan posting a picture with him, another clip of him smiling behind the decks

he’d text when he had a second

> alive

> miss u

>this is fucking crazy

short little messages between flights and sets, today, though, he was finally home

he’d texted you that morning

>landed

>can i come over?

you’d replied almost instantly

>yes

by the time he pulled into you driveway, you were smiling without even realizing it

he knocked once, that was all he needed to do

you immediately opened the door

hollis stood there with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie half unzipped, hair a complete mess from traveling

the second he saw you, he grinned

“there you are”

he dropped his bag onto the porch

“c’mere”

before you could say anything, he wrapped you in a tight hug

you laughed, nearly stumbling into him

“jesus”

“what?” he laughed

“i missed you”

you smiled into his shoulder

“i missed you too”

he pulled back just enough to look at you

“you have no idea how good it is to see you.”

hollis stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot. the second it clicked, he was on you again, he kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of two weeks. one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist hard enough to bruise.

you gasped into his mouth and he took advantage immediately, biting down gently on your bottom lip before deepening the kiss even more

his hoodie smelled like airport coffee and that stupid cologne you loved but never called out by name because saying it aloud made it feel too real somehow hollis lifted you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back.

you yelped in surprise but immediately wrapped your arms around him. he carried you toward the bedroom without breaking eye contact.

the second he stepped inside, he set you down gently and hovered there for a moment, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face, then he pulled you into another kiss, unable to hide how much he’d missed you after being gone for so long

hollis pulled back just enough to tug your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere across the room.

his hands immediately found yours and he laced his fingers through yours, pinning both wrists above your head with one hand.

he kissed down your neck slowly, teeth grazing skin every few inches. when he reached that sensitive spot right below your ear? he lingered there for a second too long

you arched into him instinctively and that’s when his free hand started wandering he smirked against your skin, feeling you shiver under him.

“god you’re so pretty”

his voice was low and rough from traveling. he kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing down on your collarbone.

“missed this”

he kissed down your chest, pausing to press soft open-mouthed kisses over every freckle he could find

“missed these too”

his hands slid under your bra, fingers tracing the lace edges before hooking them around the clasp, he undid it with one quick motion and let it fall away without breaking eye contact

hollis’s jaw tightened when he saw you fully exposed beneath him.

“fuck.”

his voice came out darker than usual, almost a growl.

he yanked your hips up and flipped you onto your stomach in one smooth motion. his hands gripped the curve of your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints, he yanked your pants and panties down in one rough motion, bunching the fabric at your thighs before kicking them away completely.

then he was on you again, his hips grinding against yours from behind. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans

he groaned when he saw how wet you already were, his fingers sliding through your folds without hesitation.

“fuckkkk”

his voice cracked slightly from how turned on he was, he pressed two fingers inside you immediately, curling them just right to hit that spot.

“so fucking perfect”you gasped loud, arching your back into his touch.

“hollis-!”

your voice came out higher than usual, breathless, you grabbed the fabric on the couch with one hand while the other reached behind to grip his wrist, not pushing him away but like you needed something to hold onto

hollis pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his mouth without breaking eye contact, he sucked on them thoroughly, cleaning every last drop off while watching your face the whole time.

then he unbuckled his belt with one hand and shoved down his jeans just enough to free himself he lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

without warning, he pushed in all at once, deep and hard.

you cried out from how full you felt instantly.

hollis groaned low in his throat, hands gripping your hips like a vice hollis didn’t give you time to adjust, he started pounding into you from behind, each thrust rougher than the last, your ass jiggled with every snap of his hips, the sound loud in the quiet room.

“fuck-! fuck-!”

hollis grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to arch your spine,he kept thrusting hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, one hand stayed tangled in your hair while the other reached around to pinch and rub at your clit roughly

your mind went numb, the only thing you could think about was him, hollis felt you clench around him, your body tightening like a vise. he knew you were close.

he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into yours with a force that made the bed shake. he leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear.

"you're so damn tight, baby. you want me to make you come?"hollis didn’t wait for an answer, he felt you trembling under him, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps. he knew that sound. knew it like the back of his hand.

without warning, he flipped you onto your back in one rough motion, your legs were still wide from being on all fours and he took advantage immediately

he lined himself up again and pushed inside with a single hard thrust.

he started moving fast, hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made the bed creak under you.

one hand stayed on your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks later, the other slid up your body and grabbed your jaw, tilting your face toward him so he could kiss you.

it was messy and desperate and tasted like sweat and sex. his teeth caught your lip again when he broke away for air hollis's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze dark and intense, he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin.

"you like that, don't you? you like being under me, taking me like a good girl."

he punctuated each word with a rough thrust, his hips snapping against yours. he wanted you to feel helpless, powerless. he wanted to make you forget everything but him.

his hand on your jaw tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him. hollis's eyes darkened, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to make you whimper.

"you like that? you like being dumb for me?" he muttered, his voice rough and low.

he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, making the bed shake under you.

his other hand slid down from your hip to grip your throat, not choking, just holding. claiming.

"no thoughts," he said quietly. "just me."

another thrust. deeper this time. he watched the way it made your eyes roll back slightly and smirked.

hollis watched as you struggled to form words, your brain fogged with pleasure. he smirked, loving the effect he had on you.

"can't even speak, can you?" he teased, his voice low and rough. "too busy feeling good."

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "say it. say you're mine."

“a-all yours” you stuttered out

you were completely at his mercy, your body trembling with need. you could barely think straight, your mind clouded with pleasure. his words, his touch, it was all so overwhelming.

he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "that's right," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "say it again."

you shivered, unable to resist his command. "y-yours," you repeated, your voice trembling with desire. his hand moved lower, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. you could feel the heat building inside you, your body quivering with anticipation. he watched you closely, his eyes dark with desire.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "let go."

and then, with a cry that was half his name and half a moan, you did just that. you came undone beneath him, your body shuddering with the force of your release.

as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, you found yourself unable to think about anything except him. his touch, his voice, the way he looked at you, it was all that consumed your thoughts. you felt like you were drowning in him, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings.

he pulled back slightly, his expression softening as he looked at you. he reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice quieter now. there was a hint of concern in his eyes, a rare show of vulnerability from someone who usually kept up a facade of indifference. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. he held you tightly, as if afraid you might slip away from him.

"i love you," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. "i know i'm not good at this whole emotions thing, but i mean it."

he buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "you drive me crazy," he admitted, his grip on you tightening. "but i can't imagine my life without you now."

an: this is so fucking bad bro, anyways goodbye 😠

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