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perv!hollis who shares everything with you. his lips wrap around the same spot on the cigarette you were smoking earlier, and you’re often sharing the same drink. he doesn’t care about backwash. it’s pretty romantic if your saliva contaminates the next swig of the drink he takes. it’s like an indirect kiss when you take a sip after him, your lips on the same spot his were previously on the bottle or cup or whatever.

perv!hollis who is so helpful. he’s been watching you try on outfits for the past hour, assisting you in finding the best one for an event. he hasn’t glanced at his phone once. he’s too preoccupied with watching the fabric of each dress you try on cling to your curves, and when you strip down to your underwear out of frustration if you don’t like an outfit. he tries giving you input, but it’s all the same “wow, that looks amazing on you, baby.”

perv!hollis who’s favourite part is when you ask him to zip it up because it’s an excuse to touch you. he’s looming over as he stands behind you, tugging the zipper up with ease. his large hands rest on your hips, trailing up your sides as he admires you in the mirror. “i think this is the one,” he whispers, his warm hands squeezing your hips as he pulls you back into him.

perv!hollis who tries to convince you to sit on his lap any chance he gets. it’s movie night, and you’re both hanging out with friends, why don't you sit on his lap? it’s more comfortable than the floor anyway. on a trip and the car’s crowded, you should save some space and take a seat on his lap instead.

perv!hollis who bites his lip, holding in the moans that threaten to spill when you stir in his lap. his cock hardens in his pants, and he can feel your warm cunt through the layers of clothing. he’s surprised you haven’t freaked out yet, calling him a pervert and telling him to fuck off. he realizes too late you’re doing it on purpose each time you ‘accidentally’ grind against him. he can’t even tell you to stop moving without risking a whine slipping out and drawing attention to you two.

perv!hollis who jerks off to your pictures on instagram. he finds himself scrolling through your account when he misses you or when he’s horny. porn doesn’t cut it because even though he might find a pornstar that looks like you, it isn’t you, so he opens up instagram and finds an isolated picture of you instead. when he finishes, the post-nut clarity hits, and he’s filled with guilt. he tells himself it’s the last time, but it’s a lie. he’s going to be fisting his leaky dick to the innocent images of you the moment he feels a little bit pent up, or when you post a new pic.

perv!hollis who’s cock you struggle to take because he’s so big. he’s not even all the way in when his tip kisses the back of your throat. you have to wrap your hand around the length of him you can’t take. he’s enamoured at the sight of tears slipping down your cheeks and the wet gags that emit since he insists you take more of him, knowing you can’t. he’s mean, fucking into your mouth and bullying his cock further down your throat because selfishly he wants to cum, and ‘cause he thinks it’s hot when you’re practically choking around him, drool slipping down your chin and your glassy eyes staring up at him.

perv!hollis who smirks when you tell him “it’s too much,” but he’s only halfway inside you. your poor pussy is filled to the brim with him, leaking all over. even with him eating you out like a starved man and working you open with his long fingers, you’re still whining he’s too big. his cock pulses when you whimper about how “you can’t”, but you can, and you have multiple times. you’re a mess on his dick, the only words you can manage are how fucking huge he is, and that he’s splitting you in half.

perv!hollis who presses down on your lower tummy, asking, “can you feel me here, pretty girl?” when he finally stuffs you full of all of him. you gasp out a whiny “yes” as his thick cock stretches you out. everything about hollis was huge. from his dick, to his large palm, moving from your belly to grip your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to hold eye contact with him as he ruts desperately into you.

perv!hollis who’s pull out game is weak as fuck. without fail, hollis manages to finish inside you when you tell him not to. “i won’t come inside you this time,” he says—an empty promise. in the heat of the moment, it’s difficult to slip out of you, not when your cunt is convincing him otherwise. he tells you it’s an accident every time. he doesn’t mean to fill your pussy to the brim with his cum. he swears it’s a mistake anyone could make, but he makes sure he’s buried deep inside you when his orgasm nears. “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to. you feel so fucking good i can’t help myself,” he apologizes even though he never made an effort in pulling out in the first place.

perv hollis...

like any other afternoon after school, you were in your best friend’s room, listening to him talking non-stop about star wars.

“did you know that yoda is almost played by a real monkey with a mask and a cane?” roman said with an amused chuckle, “that’s actually crazy”

you smiled softly, “yeah, really crazy” you really didn’t care a damn about star wars, but you had a big crush on him so it was cute watching him yap about something he likes.

“i just can’t picture it. i think i prefer the real yoda, even if–”

you interrupted his ramble with a sudden question. “can i kiss you?”

he looked at you with wide eyes and slightly opened mouth, was his best friend asking to kiss him or was it just a dream?

“it’s okay if you don’t want to, i just wanted to ask before doing it” you said shrugging when he didn’t reply to your question, to which he blinked awestruck and nodded.

“well– yeah, i do want to. kiss me, please” he blurted out like if he was waiting for that question all his life.

you smiled and grabbed his face between your hands, closing the gap between you two until your lips touched. his lips were soft as they looked, pressing against yours like he didn’t know what to do.

your hands moved from his face to his hair to pull him closer, and his hands moved to rest on your waist, caressing it with his thumbs.

the kiss started to get more intense as you tugged his hair softly, making him whine to slide your tongue in his mouth. he was surprised at first, not sure what to do, but he followed your movements easily.

everything felt natural between you two until he separated from your kiss, panting heavily. “that was… wow”

“im sorry if that was too much. it’s just that you’re very cute when you talk about your nerdy things” that made roman blush, he wasn’t used to a girl saying he was cute, let alone the girl he was pinning for since they were kids. “we can watch a movie and take things slow if you want”

“yeah, i think that’s a good idea” he gulps the lump on his throat away, feeling shy at everything that happened in just a few minutes.

“what are we watching then?”

“star wars, obviously”

this is an apology for the inactivity </3