more importantly photographer!hollis x model!reader. you could say this is an addition to perv!hollis, i guess…also criminal minds fic coming soon i just have to rewatch a couple of the episodes to sort of get a profile on what he’s reid is like around hot girls. LMAO
this fic contains: sub!hollis (let’s be real you’re only here for ONE reason), femdom like heavy on the femdom…degradation kink, grinding and/or dry humping…and last but not least…humiliation. if you squint.
you suddenly blinked as the camera flash hit your face. you were always told how pretty you were, and so you decided to start modelling-the problem? once an agency actually did hire you, it was an incredibly low quality one. like you, the agency was new to the world of modelling, and you had been one of their first models. you even met a few long term friends there- like the one taking your photo right now, hollis.
“shit. could you please try not to blink? i know it’s bright but…please?” his face was partially hidden by the camera he was positioning as he reasoned with you.
“it could be worse, at least im wearing clothes.” you rolled your eyes. he was always really focused on his work, and you liked that.
“what, have you done a bikini shoot?” He looks at you over the camera, brow raised in something that resembles concern. you haven’t, but you know for a fact summer is coming up and you’ll get a few brands asking you for one. or two, or three. you were getting well known.
“no, but I suppose they’ll ask me…” you practically predicted it as a knock came to the door of the studio, a fashionable old woman letting herself in.
“y/n, for you. starts about a week from now.” ah, yes. it was typed out in bold letters-the newest summer fashions, by a niche brand you hadn’t heard of.
“speak of the devil, am i right?” hollis chuckles as the woman leaves the room, finally taking his last shot as you smile at him. jesus, he was good at his job.
cinnamon flavoured body soap dripped along your arm, the aroma filling your nostrils. a hot bath was what you needed today, a whole day of being in front of cameras and very little breaks to actually rest and get something to eat, or to rest your head.
despite being in the bathroom, door closed so no creep could see you through the large window in your room, you still felt as if in some way, someone was watching. maybe not directly, but someone certainly was. you dismissed it, instead settling into the hot water with a deep breath. you needed to stop worrying.
- a f t e r y o u r b a t h -
you picked up your phone from the nightstand, opening up instagram.
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2crush222, femboylover67, and 15 others liked this post…
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the name, the first one, caught your eye. that was hollis, you had seen it on his other accounts before. what was he doing on your instagram? more importantly, your instagram for modelling. the one with…certain pictures of you. surely, nothing was happening. surely, he was just interested in the photo editing-I mean, how else did he get his job? you simply ignored it. hollis wasn’t interested in you, and you…well, you were-he wasn’t bad looking. sure, his funny rectangular glasses definitely hindered his appearance, but he had a nice jawline and you didn’t quite mind how he was skinnier than most men you knew.
you were getting more tired by the second, so much so that when you came to your bed you flopped down onto it pathetically, pushing yourself onto the soft mattress.
the next morning was a saturday, so you slept in. morning light crept into your bedroom, past the curtain. it was a sunny day, apart from a few clouds painting the sky faintly white. with that weather, it was almost perfect to take photos, ones at the beach next to your house.
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it had only been a few hours since you posted, yet here he was, again. that little stalker…you would confront him at work. or, maybe you would check out his profile. it wasn’t like he would do anything about it. you looked through all of his posts, so far none really saying anything about him. well, nothing you didn’t already know. one was a picture he tagged you in, of the two of you taking a quick break before your shoot- you remembered that day, it was in winter and you were freezing, he gave you his jacket, the one he constantly wore, everywhere.
now, you suddenly remembered that it smelled like him, and of course-how he smelled. you were getting unusually red at the thought. had you even gave it back, the jacket? you didn’t recall him ever asking for it back. just his worried reply as you whined that you were cold.
“oh no-uh, i can give you my jacket-“
you scavenged your closet for it, eventually finding it neatly placed at the top of your shelves in the closet. and god, it still smelled like him. a mix of lavender, cinnamon, and some cheap cologne. you had put your phone down by now, letting the numerous notifications- presumably from your socials- go unanswered.
your gaze fell upon him as he fiddled with the lens of his camera.
“just one second…i need to-“
“why were you on my profile on instagram?” you blurted out, the curiosity, the slight disgust at what he could have been doing, had just gotten the better of you. he froze, looking at you slowly. a faint blush had spread across his cheeks, and it was growing stronger.
“w…what-I-uh, well…” he struggled to respond, eyes darting around frantically as he seemed to be at a loss for words.
“even after i posted that picture of me at the beach the other day. you stalking my profile?” your questions were only getting more intruding, more specific. there was no way he could back out of this now.
“i…i just thought you had good photo editing-im not that much of a creep…” he knew what you were hinting at. men on that account didn’t follow you for good photo editing.
“liar.” you snapped back, the conversation was getting a bit heated by now, your face getting closer to his as you confronted him.
“did you like my photos because of the editing? really? spit it out.”
“fine, fine! you looked-you looked really good. I mean-isn’t it kind of your job, to…look… good?” his voice died down as he rambled on, devolving into a small whimper.
“yes, but I don’t think my modelling is meant for you, is it now?” you grabbed his jaw-he was sweaty, nervous. he stumbles back into the chair behind him, looking straight at you with widened eyes. well, he sure did look good like this. under you. weak. submissive.
“sorry, sorry…im sorry-“ he begins to whine, unsure of what you’ll do next. you’re sure of what you want to do, to him.
“save it.” your lips crash against his-not quite a kiss, not that much of an aggressive gesture. in fact, he seemed to whimper as you bit his lip.
“w-wait, what? I thought..” he panted, lips trembling as you pulled away. you smiled, pushing yourself onto his lap.
“mmph…that’s…that’s not fair! you can’t just…” it seemed to be getting harder and harder for him to string together words as you shifted on his lap, brushing the thin fabric of your shorts against him. he let out a pitiful whimper, burying his face in the crook of your neck as the blush on his face became ever the more intense.
“hmm? what is it?” for the first time, you grabbed at his long bleach blonde hair-forcing him to look at you. his eyes were that of a guilty puppy, lips swollen from kissing so roughly.
“i…i really like you…fuck, I love you…” well that was certainly enough for you. you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more than him right now. but that didn’t remove your desire to be mean to him. he looked good like this, all embarrassed.
“is that so? how do i know that?” at this, he sighs pitifully.
“you know i love you…” he snaps.
“if you really love me that much, can you try not to come just yet?”
“what do you-“ you begin shifting on him again-only this time, it’s very intentional. you want to see how long he can last. already, he’s very hard. you’re doubting if he can even last a couple minutes.
“hollis, look at me.” you call. he let’s his eyes open, watching as you bring a thumb to his mouth. he whines, probably trying to say something.
the next thing you know, a certain dampness settles in underneath you. he came-just from that? you were only joking when you said a few minutes.
“oh my god-I’m so-im so sorry…” his voice is panicked-afraid of what might happen.
“hollis-fuck ,hollis it’s fine. i like that.” you cut in. he looks half confused, half relieved as you speak.
“l-like that? i-i don’t get it…i thought it was good if guys lasted longer…”
“well I don’t think so. i think you’re very pretty.”
“isn’t pretty a girl thing?”
AGGHHHHHHH holy dialogue heavy. I lowkey hated writing the beginning like just plz let me get to the good part
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