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pairings: 2hollis x fem!rockstar!reader

in which one late studio night hollis interacts with upcoming rockstar y/n aka rivka via twitter in 2023.

tags: hollis x reader, mutual pining, smau, rockstar gf.

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taglist: @2bun22. @ibelieveinfairyz. @romansbbg. @anunfortunateoutcome. @2autumndrunk. @sippingonsin. @spectranix . @sweet2sin. @luvvconceal.

FRAT FIX

frat!hollis X reader smutshot

tags: drinking, p in v, 69 hehe, dirty talk, cumshot, multiple rounds, choking, hair pulling, hollis has the opposite of whiskey dick iktr

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The bass from the frat house thumped through the sticky night air like a second heartbeat as you stepped out of the Uber, the cool breeze brushing against your newly exposed skin. Your roommate, Meg, had practically shoved you out of the dorm earlier, her laughter ringing in your ears the whole ride over. You’d been buried in textbooks for weeks… freshman year was no joke, and your scholarship depended on keeping that GPA pristine. Parties? Those were for people like Meg. Effortlessly hot, always in tiny dresses that hugged every curve, perfume trailing behind her like a promise. She was rarely home, always chasing the next thrill, while you rotated between lectures, the library, and your tiny dorm bed.

But tonight, something had snapped. After hours of being hunched over your study guide for Monday’s brutal exam, Meg had burst in, eyes sparkling with tequila-fueled mischief. “Babe, get the fuck up. You’re coming with me to this party. No excuses.”

You’d protested at first, cheeks burning. “Meg, I have to study. This test is huge.”

She’d rolled her eyes, hands on her hips in that skin-tight red dress. “You need the real college experience, not this boring-ass hermit bullshit. You’re hot as hell and wasting it on flashcards and powerpoints. Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll even pregame with you.”

Her words stung, but damn if they weren’t true. You’d sighed, muttered “fuck it,” and let her drag you to her closet. Your own clothes were a sad parade of jeans, oversized sweaters, and modest dresses that screamed “church on Sunday.” Meg’s closet, though… pure chaos and temptation. Your fingers had landed on it immediately. A sleek black two-piece set. The top was strappy, barely-there, plunging deep between your breasts and wrapping around your ribs like it was painted on. The skirt sat low on your hips, short and dangerous, with delicate lace that accentuated the swell of your ass. You slipped it on and stared at yourself in the mirror, heart racing. Your cleavage looked incredible, full and inviting… your ass popped in a way that made you blush. This was nothing like the girl who hid behind hoodies.

“Damn, Y/N,” Meg had whistled, pouring shots of cheap tequila. “You look like a fucking snack. Those boys aren’t ready.” The liquor burned down your throat, fiery and sharp, warming your chest and loosening the knot of anxiety in your stomach. Shot after shot, the world softened into a hazy glow. By the time the Uber dropped you off, you felt electric… confident, buzzed, alive.

The frat house was pure sensory overload. Music blasted from an actual DJ booth in the living room, heavy bass vibrating through the floorboards. A disco ball spun lazily above laser lights cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat. Red Solo cups littered every surface. Kegs lined the floor, and a massive vat of jungle juice sat like a dangerous temptation in the kitchen. Bodies pressed together on makeshift dance floors, laughter and shouts mixing with the thump of whatever frat-banger playlist was on repeat. Girls in tiny outfits outnumbered the guys, just like you expected.

Meg dragged you through the crowd toward the drinks, but your eyes caught on a keg stand in progress. A tall guy… really tall, balanced upside down, legs held by two laughing frat brothers. His shirt rode up, revealing toned abs. You didn’t see his face, but the height alone sent a little thrill through you. You’d always had a thing for tall.

In the kitchen, you hesitated over the jungle juice. “What if it’s spiked? With like drugs or something?” you whispered to Meg.

She laughed, pushing a cup into your hand. “It’s a frat party, not a horror movie. Live a little!” Three cups later, mixed with the previous tequila, the world tilted beautifully. You were dancing near the DJ, hips swaying freely, the music pulsing through your veins. Meg had vanished… probably off with some guy already, but you didn’t care. The alcohol made everything feel possible.

Two frat guys slid up beside you, grinding close. Their hands brushed your waist, and for once, you didn’t pull away. It felt freeing, their bodies warm against yours in the crowded heat. But when you turned to look at them, neither sparked real interest. Then he appeared.

The tall guy from the keg stand. Holy shit. Medium length, shaggy hair framed a sharp, handsome face… high cheekbones, full lips curved into a cocky smirk, eyes dark and intense. A cutoff t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and biceps, backward hat completing the look. He was sculpted, magnetic, the kind of hot that made your pulse stutter.

He clapped his buddies on the back, handing them beers, then popped a hole in each one with his keys in one fluid motion. “Three… two… one…go!” They all cracked the tops and shotgunned. He finished first, crushing the can effortlessly in seconds. Impressive. Your gaze lingered, drinking him in.

He noticed. His eyes locked on yours, and a slow grin spread across his face. He stepped closer, voice low and smooth over the music. “Hey, I’m Hollis. Never seen you around here. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You stuttered, cheeks flushing. “Y/N. I, uh… don’t really go out. I’m kind of a loser, honestly.”

Hollis laughed… a genuine, warm sound that cut through the noise. “Don’t say that shit about yourself. From what I’m seeing, you’re anything but. You look incredible. Hey, wanna take some shots with me?”

You nodded, smiling despite yourself. His hand was warm and confident as he pulled you through the sea of sweaty bodies to the kitchen. He poured two shots of straight vodka. The smell was sharp, but you threw it back with him. It scorched down your throat, and you grimaced hard.

Hollis chuckled, eyes gleaming. “Cute face you’re making. Hey—gotta be upfront. You’re fine as fuck, and I can’t resist. You down to fuck?”

Your eyes widened, the alcohol making your thoughts race. Bad idea? Probably. But he’s gorgeous, and God, it’s been forever. “Not usually… but I think I can break my rules for you.”

He responded with a smirk. Without another word, he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, the chaotic party noise fading behind you.

His room was dimly lit by a string of LED lights, the air thick with the scent of cologne, weed, and clean sheets. Hollis kicked the door shut, turning to you with that cocky frat-boy grin. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat. C’mere.”

He pulled you in, lips crashing against yours. The kiss was hungry, tasting of vodka and beer, his long hair brushing your shoulders. His hands roamed… squeezing your ass, pulling you flush against his hard body. You could already feel him growing hard through his jeans.

You stripped your clothes off quickly, leaving you completely bare. “Get on the bed,” he murmured, voice rough. You obeyed, heart pounding. He stripped off his shirt first, revealing a lean, muscled torso. His jeans and boxers went next. Then he climbed over you. “Let’s start with this pretty mouth on my cock while I taste that pussy. Show me what that mouth can do.”

You shifted, and he laid back, pulling you on top so your thighs straddled his face. His cock sprang up in your face… thick, long, already leaking. You wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue as he groaned. The salty taste filled your mouth. His tongue dragged hot and wet along your slit, then his lips closed around you and sucked your clit hard. You moaned around him, the vibrations making him twitch.

“Fuuuck yeah, just like that,” he growled into your pussy, tongue flicking rapidly. “Your pussy tastes so sweet. Suck me deeper—nghh good girl.” He bucked up gently into your mouth while devouring you, fingers spreading you open. Pleasure built fast, your hips grinding against his face as you bobbed on his cock, spit dripping down his shaft. He ate you like a professional, noisy and relentless, until you came hard, thighs shaking around his head.

He flipped you onto your back without missing a beat, still rock hard. “I’m boutta fuck you stupid.” He pushed your legs wide, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance. “Look at this wet little pussy. Begging for it.”

He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, stretching you deliciously. “Fuuuck,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. He set a steady rhythm, deep and powerful, one hand rubbing tight circles on your clit. The dual sensation was mind-blowing… his huge cock hitting that perfect spot inside while his thumb worked your sensitive button perfectly.

“Yeah? You like that?” he taunted, cocky smirk never fading as sweat beaded on his chest. “This dick feel good stretching you out? Gonna make you cum again?” He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, biting lightly as he pounded harder. Your second orgasm crashed over you, walls clenching around him, your legs shaking around his hips. The alcohol kept him going, stamina endless, hips snapping relentlessly.

“Ride me,” he commanded, pulling out and lying back with his arms behind his head. You straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. He felt even bigger like this. But Hollis wasn’t passive and barely gave you a chance to start… he gripped your hips and fucked up into you hard, meeting every bounce. “Thatta girl, bounce on this dick. Fuck, your tits look amazing. So fuckin’ sexy.” His hands roamed up, squeezing your breasts, then one wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind your eyes. You rode him faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the room, his hair messy against the pillow.

“Choke me harder,” you gasped, lost in the immense pleasure.

He grinned wickedly. “Dirty girl. I knew you were a freak.” His grip tightened, thumb pressing your clit again as he thrust up brutally. You came a third time, gushing around him.

Finally, he flipped you onto all fours. “Ass up, sexy. Wanna watch that fat ass bounce while I slide in and out.” He slammed back in, one hand fisting your hair and yanking your head back. The pull stung perfectly. His other hand held a bruising grip on your hip as he railed you, deep and punishing. “This pussy is mine tonight. So fucking tight—takin’ every inch like a champ. Gonna make you clench around me again then I’m painting that pretty back.”

The pace was relentless, his balls slapping against you, sweat-slick skin sliding together. He reached around to rub your clit again, drawing out yet another shaking orgasm from you. Only then did he pull out, stroking himself furiously.

“Fuck—here it comes,” he groaned. Hot ropes of cum landed across your lower back and ass, thick and warm. He milked every drop, breathing hard, then collapsed beside you with a satisfied laugh.

His room smelled like sex and sweat, the bass from the party downstairs a distant rumble. You laid there catching your breath, skin glistening, Hollis’s cum still warm on your lower back. He traced lazy circles on your hip with his fingers, that cocky smirk still playing on his lips.

“Goddamn… that was fucking insane,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Stay a little longer. Don’t rush off yet.”

You smiled, still buzzing from the alcohol and the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. “Maybe for just a bit,” you whispered, rolling onto your side to face him. His long hair was messy, chest rising and falling as he admired your naked body in the dim LED glow. Your black two-piece was somewhere on the floor, discarded like your old inhibitions.

Then you noticed it… his dick twitching against his thigh, already thickening again, growing harder just from looking at you. He let out a low chuckle, reaching down to stroke himself slowly.

“See what you do to me? Can’t even look at that sexy ass body without getting hard again. Those tits, that ass—fuck. Round two, baby. Get over here.”

Before you could respond, he pulled you on top of him, kissing you deeply. His tongue invaded your mouth with the same confidence he’d shown all night. You could taste yourself on him from earlier, mixed with vodka and salt. His hands roamed greedily… squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples until you moaned into his mouth.

He flipped you onto your back again but didn’t enter you yet. Instead, he knelt between your legs, rubbing the head up and down your slick folds teasingly. “Beg for it, Y/N. Tell me how bad you need this dick inside you again.”

“Please, Hollis… fuck me,” you gasped, hips lifting desperately.

“That’s my girl.” He pushed in deep, missionary again but slower this time, savoring every inch. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing with perfect pressure as he thrusted. His other thumb rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit again. The stretch was delicious, his cock hitting deep with every roll of his hips.

“Oh my God your pussy is fucking perfection,” he praised, leaning down to bite your neck, leaving marks. “So fuckin’ wet and tight even after I already wrecked it. Gonna make you cum so many times you forget your own name.”

You did… orgasm ripping through you as he kept the steady, powerful pace, never faltering thanks to the booze. Sweat slicked your bodies, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling the room.

“On your side,” he commanded suddenly, pulling out and maneuvering you into spooning position. He lifted your top leg, hooking it over his arm, and slid back in from behind. The angle was new, intimate, his cock dragging against your front wall with every thrust. His long hair tickled your shoulder as he kissed and bit your neck, one hand choking you lightly from the front, the other reaching around to rub your clit again.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned. “Nice and deep. Squeezin’ around me.” He picked up speed, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene. You reached back to grip his hair, pulling him closer as another climax built.

After you came again, shuddering in his arms, he pulled out and positioned you on all fours but with a twist… he stood at the edge of the bed, pulling you back onto him while you stayed on your knees. Standing doggy. He railed you hard, both hands fisting your hair like reins, yanking your head back.

“Fuck yes—arch that back. Show me that perfect ass,” he demanded, spanking you sharply. The sting bloomed hot on your skin. He reached around to choke you again, controlling the pace completely. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Some good dick to loosen up that good-girl act.”

You were lost in it, babbling yeses and moans. He fucked you through another orgasm, then flipped you into reverse cowgirl. You sank down onto him, back to his chest, and he immediately started thrusting up hard, hands gripping your hips bruisingly.

“Bounce on it, baby. Let me see that ass jiggle.” You rode him desperately while he met every movement with powerful upward strokes, one hand snaking around to rub your oversensitive clit. The overstimulation was mind-blowing, pleasure bordering on too much but never stopping.

Finally, he pushed you forward onto your stomach, prone bone style, covering your body with his. His weight pinned you down deliciously as he thrusted deep and grinding, long hair falling around you both. “Gonna cum soon—where do you want it this time?”

“On me… please,” you managed.

He pulled out at the last second, stroking quickly, moaning obscenities. Hot, thick ropes of cum landed across your ass and lower back again, even more than the first time. He groaned your name, milking himself dry before collapsing beside you, both of you breathing hard.

“Jesus Christ,” Hollis laughed breathlessly, pulling you into his chest. His fingers traced through the mess on your skin almost possessively. “You’re staying the night, right? Can’t let a girl like you disappear after that.”

The party continued downstairs, but in that room, time had no meaning. You felt transformed… far from the studious freshman who never left her dorm. Hollis’s cocky grin promised the night was far from over if you wanted even more.

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okay so i started this like a week ago before my depressive crash out episode and i just finished it and idkkkk. i feel like it’s really repetitive but yall been begging for some filthy smut so here you go my babies <3

2hollis X Singer Reader

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Who is Y/n Y/l/n?

Y/n is a 20 year old singer, self producer, model, and influencer. Shes a Los Angeles native. She went viral for her 2016 aesthetic and blew up after her hit single Gold followed by her debut album. City of Angels Shes linked to be close friends with Charli xcx, tate mcrae, and hailey bieber.

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