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Roman eating you while Hollis fucks you

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Desperately fucking yourself onto hollis’s cock

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Riding romans face

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Hollis devouring your pussy

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Roman ripping your tights to eat your pussy

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Hollis fucking you from the back

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Roman playing with your pussy

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Hollis teasing you before sliding it in

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Grinding on Romans lap while he touches you

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Hollis rubbing your clit

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Roman easing you into it before fucking you

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Hollis fucking you

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Grinding on Romans face

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Hollis fucking you outside on the grass

7 minutes in heaven, 3 hours in hell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘okay. i’ll spin the bottle.’

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

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

it stops spinning. and it landed on hollis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘it’s just a game..’ you say,

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

‘stupid whore.’

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

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

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

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

you just nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘aye me too’ roman shouts too.

you’re gonna get destroyed tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘guess who.’

roman.

you sigh. ‘come in.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘ro.. i was so close.. why did you-‘

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘fuck i’m sorry..’ you whisper.

‘you fucking will be.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘did you cum?’ he asks.

you shake your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘you fucked?’ hollis cuts you off abruptly.

you go quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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