You should write sub Hollis where the reader is lowkey beating him up while riding him...like slapping him n shit
ᢉ𐭩 .⋆ tags : sub 2hollis, dom reader, slapping, mommy kink, chocking, degrading, smut
.⋆ summary : Hollis has been teasing you all night and your fed up with it
You’d decided to go to a party with Hollis, but you hadn’t expected him to act like such a brat.
All night, he teased you—whispering filthy things in your ear, grinding against you, acting like a needy little slut. And the worst part? Hollis loved it. He knew exactly how mad you were getting. You caught the way he smirked every time he noticed your jaw clench, the way your patience visibly thinned. And whenever you called him out, he’d switch it up—wide eyes, faux innocence, like he had no idea what you meant.
By the time you got home, you didn’t say a word to him.
That’s when he started getting nervous.
Silence was never a good sign.
You kicked off your shoes slowly while he stood there, frozen, watching you. You could feel his eyes on you—like he wanted to speak, wanted to apologize, but was terrified of making things worse.
Finally, you broke the silence.
“Go to the room and strip. Wait for me on the bed.”
Your tone was firm, sharp with irritation. Hollis didn’t hesitate. He turned and practically speed-walked down the hall to your shared bedroom. Clothes hit the floor one by one, his body already reacting—hard, flushed, restless. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror: eyeliner slightly smudged, pupils blown wide, cheeks warm and pink.
The door opened behind him.
Hollis turned his head. You stood there, expression unreadable—serious in a way that made his stomach twist and his cock throb.
He dropped instantly, no hesitation, no questions asked.
His eyes were desperate. Hungry.
You started undressing, slowly pulling your dress over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Your hands slid down to your panties, pushing them off before stepping closer to him.
“You’re so pathetic,” you murmured. “You wanna act like a slut, then you’ll get treated like one.”
He still hadn’t spoken. His mouth watered, his breath shaky, every nerve in his body focused on you. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked.
“Please… I’m sorry, baby.”
It sounded pitiful. You scoffed, grabbing a fistful of his long blond hair, and sank down onto his face. He moaned instantly, the sound muffled against you.
His hands lifted to grip your thighs, but you slapped them away, earning a whimper.
“No touching,” you said sternly.
You ground against his face, using him, letting his tongue work desperately while his hands clenched at his sides. Your moans filled the room as you felt yourself get closer, hips rolling one last time before you came, trembling as he took every bit of you.
His face glistened, pupils blown wide, tongue licking his lips like he couldn’t get enough. And when you looked down, you saw it—his cock leaking, aching, untouched. A complete mess without you even laying a hand on him.
He looked beautiful like this. Desperate. Obedient. Ready to do anything you told him.
He scrambled up immediately, sitting stiffly on the mattress, doing everything in his power not to touch himself. You stalked toward him and straddled his lap. He groaned at the contact, head tipping back before he forced himself to look at you instead.
“Mommy, please,” he breathed. “I’ll be a good boy. Please let me touch.”
The way he said it—soft, submissive, completely yours—sent a shiver down your spine. He looked so pretty, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes glassy with need.
You ran your fingers through his blond hair, tugging lightly just to hear him whimper.
“You should’ve thought about that before acting like a slut tonight.”
Your words were cold enough to make him pout—but it vanished the second you wrapped your hand around his cock. He whined, hips twitching as you squeezed him slowly, precum already slicking your palm.
You lifted yourself just enough to line him up and sank down onto him. The stretch made you hiss; the feeling made him moan helplessly.
You didn’t give him mercy. You bounced, hard and relentless, one hand gripping his throat, the other snapping a slap across his face. Hollis fell apart beneath you—moans, whimpers, broken noises spilling freely as he chased the feeling he’d wanted all night.
“This what you wanted?” you panted. “To be treated like a slut, hm?”
Another slap landed, leaving a red mark blooming on his pale skin. Tears pricked his eyes, his sounds turning wrecked and shaky.
“F-feels so good, mommy,” he gasped.
He was close—too close—but he knew better than to finish without permission. His hands gripped your thighs, knuckles white, eyes half-lidded.
Your own second orgasm built fast. You leaned down, tightening your grip on his throat, crashing your mouth into his in a messy, desperate kiss.
“Don’t cum,” you warned. “Not until I say so.”
Another slap had him trembling, right on the edge. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.
You bounced a few more times, your release crashing over you.
Both of you broke at once. The room filled with moans and whimpers as you rode it out, finally slowing before lifting yourself off him.
You stood, legs shaky, and went to grab a towel to clean you both up.
Hollis stayed right where he was, breathless, still glowing from the euphoric high you’d left him in.
