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OUT OF FRAME

2hollis x fem!reader smutshot ! mdni

about: your older brother is one of 2hollis closest friends. so when he invites him to his songwriting camp, you end up tagging along after recently getting into photography. your brother is ridiculously protective and barely lets you out of his sight. one evening, hollis casually says: "i'm borrowing your sister for a bit. we still need a few shots by the ocean." nobody thinks anything of it. after all, you're just the little sister.

-

you've always had an eye for aesthetics. for the beautiful things. for finding the perfect angle. for knowing exactly how to capture a moment in a way that makes people feel like they were there.

you'd heard that compliment your whole life. and only recently, you finally worked up the courage to take photography seriously.

"this is your chance!" your brother had said, almost too excited for your own good. his idea? you'd tag along to 2hollis upcoming songwriting camp.

"get some good shots and your name will spread on its own."

he wasn't wrong. it was an incredible opportunity. which was exactly why you couldn't understand why hollis would ever agree to it.

surely he'd rather have someone with actual experience. someone who knew what they were doing. not... his best friends little sister.

but to your surprise, hollis didn't hesitate for a second. the moment your brother brought it up, he was on board. 

so now you were spending a week on an island, surrounded by nothing but ocean, watching a house full of producers and creative directors turn inspiration into something real. your only job? capturing it all.

-

it was already day three.

half the house was still asleep while you were already up, plugging camera batteries into their chargers one by one.

yesterday had been intense.

songwriting sessions that seemed to go on forever. lyric sheets scattered across every table. half finished drinks. notebooks full of crossed out ideas. a complete mess.

but somehow it still worked. you never realized how much went into making music.

-

"did you sleep well?" your brother's voice came from behind as he stepped through the glass sliding door. he brushed a hand over your shoulder before stopping beside you. you turned around, still looking a little sleepy and smiled.

"yeah. you?" his eyes narrowed for just a second. "you look tired." he paused. "you were alone last night, right?" you immediately nudged him with your elbow. "obviously, idiot. what do you think?" his jaw relaxed again. "just asking."

you rolled your eyes. "the way you patrol around me 24/7, nobody would even dare try anything. besides..." you shrugged. "…none of them are even my type."

that finally earned you a satisfied nod. he leaned against the counter. "i slept well too. let's see how much we get done today."

-

he was the best brother you could've asked for, but he was also the most overprotective person on the planet. that's just how your brother was. 

it didn't matter who the guy was. older. nicer. richer. none of them were ever good enough for his little sister.

and whenever there were too many guys around you, something inside him switched. he noticed every lingering glance. every smile that lasted a little too long. every excuse to stand just a little closer.

he'd make sure nobody ever got the chance to fill your head with the wrong ideas.

-

a little later, already on your second coffee, you sat curled up on one of the sofas by the pool, editing yesterday's photos on your laptop.

the glass door slid open behind you once again. "morning, little one." it was hollis voice. low, still rough from sleep. you looked up.

like every other morning, he was wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants. "did you leave all your shirts at home or-"

he glanced down at himself with an amused smile. "you could always borrow me one of your crop tops." - "oh, i'd love to see you in that!" you replied sarcastically.

he let out a quiet laugh before disappearing back inside to help the other guys get everything ready for today's session.

-

...hollis.

he was the one friend of your brother's you'd break every rule for without thinking twice.

he was tall. ridiculously attractive. broad shoulders and long dark hair that caught warm, almost blond highlights whenever the sun hit it just right.

and his eyes. whenever he talked to you, they never seemed to leave yours, as if he was saying one thing while meaning another. it wasn’t uncomfortable. if anything, it made your stomach flutter in a way you hated how much you loved.

even his voice had that effect on you. especially when he called you little one or simply said your name.

but he was completely out of reach.

first, because he was your brother’s best friend. he knew the rules just as well as everyone else. besides, everyone treated you like the little sister. it was all too familiar for anyone to ever cross that line.

and second, someone like hollis could have anyone he wanted. girls threw themselves at him without him even trying. so why would he ever look twice at you?

-

by the afternoon the house had finally come alive.

someone was testing a new beat through the speakers while two producers argued over a melody in the kitchen. 

lyric sheets covered the dining table once again. empty coffee cups, tangled headphones and laptops everywhere.

you wandered between everyone with your camera, catching little moments nobody else seemed to notice.

someone laughing with their head thrown back. fingers drumming absentmindedly against a countertop. hollis sitting crosslegged on the couch, completely lost in whatever he was writing.

"hold that." he didn’t even look up. you lifted the camera. click. perfect.

a few minutes later, everyone slowly gathered outside by the pool for a break.

you were scrolling through the photos on your camera when an idea crossed your mind.

"actually..." you looked up. "if we're putting together a vlog for the camp, we should definitely get some shots down by the ocean later. it'd fit the whole vibe."

a few heads turned. 

"the light around sunset would look insane." one of the creative directors nodded immediately. "she’s right."

before anyone else could answer, nate leaned back in his chair with a grin. "i mean…" his eyes landed on you. "i’d always be down to shoot in the ocean with you.“

a few quiet laughs spread around the table. your stomach tightened. before you could even think of a response:

"watch it." your brother didn’t even raise his voice. he just looked at nate. the smile disappeared from his face almost instantly.

"i was joking man." - "doesn’t matter." the conversation around the table had already gone quiet. then hollis spoke. calm. almost amused. "nate." he finally looked up from his notebook. "you know the rules."

"see?" your brother pointed toward him without taking his eyes off nate. "take notes from hollis. he’s been around my sister for three days and hasn’t acted weird once."

"exactly," hollis said. his expression didn’t change. not even a little. "wouldn’t dream of it."

everyone seemed satisfied enough with that. someone changed the subject. the conversation picked back up almost immediately. your brother was already busy talking to someone else about tonight’s session.

for a moment everything felt normal again. then you felt it. a gaze. so intense it almost seemed to burn against your skin. when you finally looked up, your eyes met hollis instantly. it almost startled you.

he wasn't just glancing your way. he was looking at you, really looking at you. there was something behind it. a message you couldn't quite put into words.

he caught the uncertainty on your face. then he winked. a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he turned back toward the group as if nothing had happened.

nobody noticed. he knew they wouldn't. he knew exactly what he'd just done to you. and with one tiny gesture, everything he'd said only seconds earlier

wouldn't dream of it.

suddenly felt meaningless. because if he really wouldn´t dream of it, why did that wink feel like a secret only the two of you were supposed to understand?

-

after the break everyone had slipped right back into work mode. the energy around the house shifted almost instantly.

producers disappeared behind laptops, melodies echoed from different rooms, conversations turned into discussions about lyrics and arrangements. everyone seemed locked in on the same goal: 

making the best music they possibly could before the week was over.

those were your favorite moments to photograph. nothing was staged. nobody was posing. it was just people completely consumed by what they loved.

well. everyone except your brother. he'd managed to check out completely, sprawled across one of the couches, mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. every few seconds another obnoxious sound blasted through the room.

after about five minutes, hollis finally looked up from his laptop with an exhausted sigh. "you're actually useless." without another word, he stood up, walked over and dropped a pair of airpods onto your brother's chest. "please."

your brother snorted, slipped them in and immediately disappeared back into his own little world. you couldn't help laughing. the moment was too good. you lifted your camera. click.

your brother looking completely unbothered while hollis visibly regretted inviting him.

"what?" you looked up. hollis had heard you laugh. "that picture," you grinned "should be your next album cover." he laughed under his breath. "let me see."

before you could answer, he was already walking over. he stopped beside you. closer than he needed to. his shoulder brushed yours as you lifted the camera between you.

without thinking, you turned the screen toward him. he leaned in. close enough that a few loose strands of his hair brushed against your cheek.

close enough that you caught the familiar scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarettes and the faint warmth of sun on his skin. it smelled... like hollis.

"here." you opened the photo. he laughed quietly. "that's actually iconic." instead of handing the camera back, he casually took it from your hands to scroll through the rest himself.

your fingers brushed. only for a second. at least that's what should've happened. for some reason it felt longer. your eyes instinctively flicked toward your brother. still glued to his phone. still completely oblivious and technically nothing inappropriate had happened.

hollis kept scrolling. then stopped. it was one of the photos from earlier that morning. shirtless. a cigarette resting between his fingers, phone in the other hand, brows slightly furrowed as he'd read something on the screen. the sunlight hit him perfectly. almost unfairly.

he let out a quiet breath. "damn." his eyes stayed on the screen. "you're actually really fucking good at this, y/n" heat crept into your cheeks. "thank you."

this time, when you looked up, he was already looking at you. his eyes dropped. just for a heartbeat. to your lips. before returning to yours. there it was again. that same impossible tension. he wasn't touching you. he wasn't even saying anything.

yet somehow it felt wrong that your brother was only a few feet away. your gaze darted back toward him. still distracted. still not paying attention. hollis noticed. he tilted his head slightly. "worried about crossing his boundaries?"

your eyes widened. "what? no, i just..." you stumbled over your own words. he smiled. small. knowing. "if there was nothing to worry about," he said quietly, handing the camera back "you wouldn't keep checking." you blinked. "excuse me?"

he didn't answer right away. instead he glanced toward your brother. still completely occupied. then his hand found your waist. gentle. careful. his fingertips barely rested against you. but it was enough.

every muscle in your body tensed. your heartbeat slammed against your ribs. the air suddenly felt warmer. your eyes dropped to his hand. to the fact that it was actually there. against you.

before you could fully process it he let go again. his gaze lifted back to your face. your flushed cheeks. your wide pupils. your lips, slightly parted. he saw everything. every reaction. every answer.

a slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. his voice was almost playful. "thought so." heat rushed to your face. "wha-" - "relax." his voice was calm. "your secret's safe with me."

you felt completely caught. you hadn't admitted a single thing. had barely said a word. and yet somehow, you couldn't deny any of it. he'd read you far too easily.

that same selfassured smile lingered on his lips while all you could do was stare back at him, almost in disbelief. he held your gaze for another second longer before giving a small nod.

"gotta get back to work." and just like that, he turned around and sat back down at his laptop, leaving you there with your camera still clutched against your chest and a truth you'd never intended to reveal.

you never thought it would get this far. but now it was too late. this wasn't over.

the tension inside the room had become almost unbearable. you mumbled something about getting some fresh air before slipping outside.

your brother was still lying on the couch. completely oblivious. if only he knew what had just happened right in front of him.

-

on purpose, you spent the next hour with the other producers. you needed the distance. needed time to process whatever had just happened. because what?

how had hollis suddenly gotten so close? how had one look, one touch, been enough to make you question everything you'd convinced yourself was impossible?

you sat outside with everyone else, the chairs pushed together around the table while you transferred the photos from your camera onto your laptop.

everyone was doing their own thing. until one of the producers finally broke the silence.

"guys, i'm starving." he stretched his arms over his head. "can we call it a break and make some food or something?" a chorus of agreement followed almost instantly.

"thank god." nate groaned dramatically, leaning back in his chair. "i'm actually dying." - "same." you laughed. "best idea anyone's had all day."

right on cue the glass door slid open. your brother stepped outside first, hollis followed a second later. "what?" your brother grinned "i heard food." without missing a beat, hollis smacked the back of his head. "you haven't done a single thing."

your brother rubbed the back of his head dramatically. "doesn't matter." he pointed at you. "one productive sibling is enough." you looked up just long enough to raise your middle finger at him. he only laughed.

"so..." the producer looked around the table. "food?" everyone nodded.

before anyone could get up, hollis casually rested a hand on your brother's shoulder. "i'm borrowing your sister for a bit." your fingers froze above your keyboard. "we still need a few shots by the ocean." he glanced toward the horizon. "sun's gonna be down soon. doesn't make much sense after that."

then his eyes found yours. only for a second. but it was enough. your stomach flipped instantly. this wasn't about the photos. this was about finally being alone. before you could even answer-

"ocean?" nate pushed himself to his feet immediately. "hell yeah, i'm coming too. i still need a few shots." for the first time all afternoon, something shifted in hollis expression. barely. his jaw tightened.

"nate." your brother sighed, walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder before gently pushing him back down into his chair. "sit." a few laughs spread around the table.

"look," your brother said with a grin. "i like you. i really do. but after that little comment earlier..." he shook his head "you're the last person i'm sending to the beach with my sister."

nate threw both hands into the air. "seriously?" he pointed across the patio. "but he gets to go?" his finger landed on hollis. "pretty boy over there?"

your brother didn't even hesitate. "he's known her for years and he's never given me a reason not to trust him." he nodded toward you. "besides, she's here to work. that's literally all this is."

hollis stayed quiet the entire time. he didn't defend himself. didn't add a single word. he simply waited. only you noticed the tension disappear from his jaw.

"ready?" he finally looked at you. you nodded. "yeah. let me grab my camera bag." - "take your time." he looked back at your brother. "we'll be back before dinner." - "don't rush." your brother waved him off. "get the shots while the light's good." - "will do."

then hollis looked at you one last time. not long enough for anyone else to notice. just long enough for that familiar feeling to settle deep in your stomach again. because you knew exactly what he'd really meant when he said he was borrowing you.

-

ten minutes later, the two of you met again by the front entrance. while you'd simply tied your hair back into a ponytail and thrown your camera bag over your shoulder, hollis looked completely different.

he'd changed into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. but it was his makeup that caught your attention first. black eyeliner framed his eyes, smudged with deep red eyeshadow underneath. he looked like the kind of villain people couldn't help falling in love with. and he wasted absolutely no time using that first impression.

he stepped closer. close enough to tower over you. "ready, little one?" your brain went completely blank. "uhm..." you swallowed. "y-yeah. sure."

his hand suddenly moved toward you. your eyes followed it instinctively. only to realize he wasn't reaching for you. he was taking your camera bag off your shoulder. "come on." he said casually, slinging it over his own shoulder. "let's go."

-

the walk down to the ocean only took about twelve minutes. you stayed beside him the entire way, hands tucked into your pockets, your heartbeat refusing to slow down.

it still didn't feel real. in the span of a single afternoon, everything between the two of you had changed.

"good thing nate didn't come." his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. you looked up. "i mean..." you shrugged "i would've taken pictures of him too. i didn't mind."

hollis let out a quiet hum. "he wasn't the problem." you slowed to a stop. "what do you mean?"

he stopped a few steps ahead before turning back toward you. one corner of his mouth lifted. "he would've gotten in the way." - "of what?"

for a second, he just looked at you. that same unreadable expression. then he smiled. "the shoot."

right. except his eyes said something completely different. you rolled your eyes, trying far too hard to ignore the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

"and my brother thinks you're the responsible one." a quiet laugh escaped him. "oh, i could prove him right." you frowned. "or very, very wrong." before he could finish the thought, you bumped your elbow into his side. "idiot."

-

by the time you reached the ocean, you felt almost dizzy from the tension.

the two of you tried to act like nothing had changed, but neither of you could deny how intense your glances had become. how tense your bodies felt. how wet your panties had gotten and how his jeans fit just a little tighter than before.

both of you were simply waiting for the moment everything finally snapped.

"this looks like a good spot." he nodded. "yeah. you've got a good eye." he handed you your camera bag before slipping off his shoes and making his way toward the water.

you shook your head. "are you insane?" he only called back over his shoulder. "trust me." a small grin tugged at his lips. "i know what i'm doing."

of course he did. he always knew exactly what he was doing. and now, with the two of you finally alone, more than ever.

you adjusted your camera settings, completely focused on getting everything right. but the moment you looked up again, you almost forgot how to breathe. there he was.

his white shirt completely soaked, clinging to every inch of his broad frame. the wet fabric traced every muscle beneath it. water glistened on his skin, the ends of his long hair soaked from the ocean.

"better?" hollis asked, looking at you through those dark eyes, framed by smudged black liner and deep red shadow. the sight alone sent a shiver through your entire body.

"y-yeah." you cleared your throat "i get your vision now." - "see?" he sounded far too pleased with himself. like he'd known exactly how hard this would be for you. like the white shirt had been part of the plan all along.

you lifted your camera and started taking photos. he posed without needing any direction, his eyes never really leaving the lens... or you. and he enjoyed every second of it. all under the perfectly innocent excuse that the two of you were simply there to take pictures.

-

after a few more shots, he suddenly called out: "wait." you lowered your camera and looked at him, confused. if this had already been torture, it got so much worse.

the six-foot-something man slowly brought his large, veiny, wet hands to the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, revealing his body inch by inch.

you already knew what he looked like. but this felt like your own private show. like a gift slowly unwrapping itself right in front of you. a gift that had always been at the very top of your wishlist.

you caught yourself biting your lip before quickly looking away, suddenly embarrassed.

"you okay?" his voice was gentle. almost as if he had no idea what he was doing to you. "i'm fine." you answered a little too quickly before lifting your camera again.

but even through the lens it didn't get any easier. his jeans sat low on his hips, the waistband of his white boxers peeking out beneath them.

you looked a little closer, as subtly as you possibly could. your eyes caught the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband.

before you could stop yourself, your gaze instinctively followed it lower, wondering just how much more was hidden beneath the denim. god. focus.

hollis noticed the way your posture had changed. the way your hands trembled ever so slightly around the camera.

"and that's exactly why nate would've been in the way." he knew. this was the moment. and the second you heard those words, you knew it too. there was no going back now.

"hollis..." you asked carefully "what are you doing?" he stayed where he was, the water moving gently around his hips, small waves splashing against his lower abs.

"you already know, y/n." his voice was calm "we've got enough pictures." his eyes stayed locked on yours "put the camera down." your heart stopped. "...what?"

a dark smile spread across his face before he slowly started walking toward you. water streamed down his body. from his neck, over his chest, down the defined lines of his abs, before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

before you could fully process what was happening, he was standing right in front of you. his hands gently wrapped around your camera. you let go without thinking. he carefully set it aside for you. then he stepped closer.

his wet hair dripped onto your skin, sending goosebumps racing across your arms. "i've been wondering when this moment would finally happen." his voice was quiet. steady. 

his hands found your waist again. but this time they weren't teasing. they weren't careful. they held you with certainty. he pulled you closer. your breath caught.

"the moment for what?" he looked away for a second with an amused smile, as if you couldn't possibly be serious. "i've seen the way you look at me." his eyes found yours again. "for a while now." his thumb slowly brushed against your side. "and i knew the second i noticed..." he smiled. "...that i needed you like this."

your knees felt weak. "hollis..." you barely managed to whisper. "this isn't a good idea." - "i know." he answered quietly. you felt the last word against your lips as he closed the distance between you.

the kiss started slow. careful. almost as if he was giving you one last chance to pull away. but the second your fingers slipped into his damp hair, it deepened.

he pulled your body flush against his. a quiet groan escaped him into the kiss. your clothes slowly became soaked from the water still clinging to him.

his hands wandered across you as though they'd been waiting far too long for this. when he finally opened his eyes again, they looked even darker than before. without warning, he slipped an arm beneath your legs and lifted you effortlessly. you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively. he turned toward the ocean.

"no, hollis!" you laughed. but you already knew you weren't stopping him. before you realized it, the two of you were back in the water.

still impossibly close. your skirt floated upward beneath the surface. his hands found the bare skin beneath it. he let out a quiet groan. god. how long had he wanted this?

the heat inside you kept building. there was a craving growing in your chest. a desperate, aching need.

you held onto his broad shoulders for support before instinctively rolling your hips against him. his grip on you tightened immediately. "oh, fuck..." his voice came out low, almost breathless. "if your brother knew how needy you are for me."

he slowly rocked his hips back against yours, teasing. a shaky moan slipped from your lips as you felt his bulge pressed against you through the soaked denim.

"look at you." his forehead rested against yours. "you're all mine, aren't you?" you nodded without hesitation. "y-yeah..."

the ocean soaked you more with every passing second. your clothes clung to your bodies. your hair grew heavier with seawater. your kisses became deeper. more desperate. 

hidden beneath the surface, where no one could see, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties, his long fingers gliding through your slit, brushing over your clit again and again while his other arm kept you firmly against him.

as if he was breaking you apart, only to be the one holding you together.

then his lips found your neck. soft kisses turned into slow, lingering ones as his fingers moved with growing urgency.

"oh... fuck, hollis." the words escaped you in a trembling breath. he felt it instantly. the way his cock twitched against you. hollis pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

for the first time all day, he hesitated. his jaw tightened. then, barely above a whisper, he admitted: "i need to fuck you y/n." his forehead rested against yours once more. "right now."

at his words everything inside you tightened. your pussy clenched around nothing as you pulled him even closer, desperate for him.

your voice barely rose above a whisper. "i'm all yours." every muscle in his body was tense. his heartbeat pounded just as fast as yours.

"hold on tight, baby." as you wrapped yourself around his broad frame, he reached beneath the surface to undo his jeans.

god, you wished you could see him. see just how ready he was for you. see all of him.

instead he looked directly into your eyes. he didn't even bother moving your panties aside. "ready for me?" his voice was low. dark. you rested your forehead against his. "i've waited so long for this." the words melted against his lips.

the water hid everything from view. there was nothing to see. only feel.

he held you firmly against him as he slowly drew you closer, letting you adjust to him inch by inch.

your breath caught. he was so much bigger than you'd imagined. he kept easing you closer until he finally held you flush against him before capturing your lips in another kiss.

"you okay, angel?" you nodded immediately. his hands slid lower along your hips while your fingers tangled tighter in his damp hair.

he began moving with you, pulling you back against him over and over again. harder. needier.

the water splashed around you with every movement as your quiet moans grew harder to hold back. "if he only knew how good you sound with my cock inside you..." his voice cracked with restraint. "fuck... baby."

you knew exactly who he meant. there was something about crossing the one line he never should've crossed that seemed to drive him even crazier. sleeping with his best friend's little sister.

the sun continued sinking behind the two of you. the only witness to what was happening.

you clung to him even tighter when you suddenly felt his thumb find your clit beneath the water. the ocean was dangerous. you never knew what he was going to do next.

while his thumb circled you slowly, his pace changed. he slowed down, letting you feel every inch of him before drawing you back again. making you feel everything.

"be good for me, angel." you nodded, burying your face against his neck. "please..." you already knew what was coming. "cum for me, baby." his voice was barely more than a breath.

"i´m all yours."

"don't run from it."

"let it happen."

"i got you."

and he did. every movement found exactly the right place. your whole body tightened around him. your breathing became uneven.

his own breaths turned rougher, more broken, matching yours until the two of you reached the edge together. "oh... fuck." he held you close as you trembled against him. "look at you..." he smiled between messy kisses. "such a good girl."

he kissed you again, slow and unsteady, your lips barely separating before finding each other again. you were still trying to catch your breath while he held you against him, neither of you wanting to let go. you smiled softly against his lips.

"hm?" he murmured. "do you think we missed dinner?" you asked with a small smile, absentmindedly playing with his hair. he pulled you a little closer. "after today..." a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"...you're the only one who's gonna be satisfying my hunger."

-

2hollisxfem!reader

╋━ hollis is the new priest in town, entirely forbidden, and that's exactly why he becomes your new guilt pleasure.

tags: priest kink, slow burn, religious/catholic guilt, sacrilege, slightly obsessive behavior leaned towards religious psychosis, smut (p in v), church sex, confession kink(?), oral sex (f and m receiving), both character are over 18

w/c: 13.7k

a/n: been drafting this one for way too long and tbh it's not exactly where i intended, maybe i post some priest!hollis alternative version one day lol.

taglist: @magegodmode, @2lilaclace, @angelrazor6000, @elloweezrosey, @222foryou222, @sweet2sin, @jackkilmergf, @bambi-lia, @osx12-22, @m1ndless-thoughtsss, @7thstrunner

I KNOW A PLACE

classmate!hollis x fem!reader fluff

about: the heat is unbearable. the air won’t move, everyone is half asleep and you’re pretty sure your brain gave up an hour ago. then a folded note lands on your desk:

let’s disappear, i know a place :)

it’s from hollis. your classmate, your friend and maybe… the guy you started to have a little crush on. so ditching school with him sounds a thousand times better than slowly melting away in this classroom.

authors note: have fun falling in love ☀️

-

the heat was unbearable. the air inside the classroom had gone completely still and you were practically melting into your chair.

it had only gotten hotter over the past few days. with every morning came the tiny bit of hope that classes would get canceled because of the heat. because honestly, who was supposed to remember anything in temperatures like these? every new piece of information seemed to leave your body together with the sweat the second you learned it.

but your college insisted on keeping classes. especially now with finals just around the corner, every lecture suddenly mattered more than ever. even if none of it actually stuck.

so here you were.

the classroom was bathed in a warm golden light, the heat refused to move, the old fan rattled uselessly in the corner, and your professor stood at the whiteboard explaining how different precious metals behaved chemically. the entire room looked equally miserable, everyone just handled the heat differently.

the guys in the back row had completely given up, talking over each other, cracking stupid jokes and trying to laugh their way through. the girls sitting closest to the front all had little handheld fans, diligently taking notes while doing their absolute best to stay on the professors good side.

you sat by the window with your best friend beside you, who had already accepted her fate. her head rested on her folded arms as they lay across the desk, occasionally lifting it just enough to catch a sentence before giving up again.

you absentmindedly doodled along the edges of your notebook, trying to pay attention. it was hopeless. your eyes drifted toward the clock. 11:23. god. lunch break wasn't until 12:30 and after that there were still afternoon lectures until 4. by then this place would probably feel even more like an oven. but whatever.

if you showed up home early or even mentioned skipping class, your parents would lose it. so there was only one option. push through.

-

the only distraction you had within these suffocating four walls sat on the other side of the classroom, one row in front of you.

he was leaning back lazily in his chair, legs spread comfortably, occasionally throwing a fake look of interest toward the whiteboard. from where you sat, you could clearly see the phone hidden beneath his desk. you had to bite back a smile.

he wore loose gray shorts and an oversized white tshirt. his light blond hair was tied back into a ponytail, though most of the strands at the front had already escaped. every minute or so he blew the loose strands out of his face before looking back down at his phone again. it was kind of cute.

you'd known him for a while now. you shared a handful of classes together. his name was hollis. you weren't exactly close but he always ended up at your table during breaks, talking to you until the bell rang.

every now and then he secretly stole one of your pens or highlighters, only for you to realize it was missing once class started again. and every single time you looked over at him already knowing what you´d find. that stupid little smirk. he loved messing with you.

at first it had gotten on your nerves. now it had somehow become part of your day. in fact, you were almost offended whenever he spent the entire break hanging out with the other guys instead of coming over to you. you'd gotten used to having him around.

and lately something had changed. ever since last week your stomach had started doing this weird little flip whenever he smiled at you. whenever he said your name. whenever he glanced at you across the classroom only to quickly look away the second your eyes met.

if your last lecture happened to be the same, he sometimes drove you home afterward. other days he spent his lunch break with you instead. it never felt forced.

maybe it was just the boredom or maybe the heat had completely fried your brain over the past few days, but there was definitely something there. a crush. butterflies. you liked him a little more than you were supposed to like a friend.

-

apparently he'd noticed you staring because a few moments later he turned around. his hazel eyes studied your face for a second before realizing you were suffering just as much as everyone else.

he gave you a knowing nod, then dragged his thumb across his throat in an exaggerated kill me now gesture. you couldn't help but smile. his lips mirrored yours almost instantly. then he tilted his head, looking like he was thinking about something. you raised an eyebrow. what?

he turned back around, slipped the phone that had still been resting loosely in his hand into his pocket and started scribbling something down.

oh, had the professor just said something important? you hadn't been listening at all. not when he was looking at you.

your eyes quickly darted around the classroom, but nobody else was writing anything down. not even the nerds. okay. so whatever he was doing definitely wasn't classrelated.

a moment later he raised his hand. your professor was still writing something on the whiteboard before turning around to look at him.

"yes, hollis?" - "can i use the bathroom?" she gave him a playfully disappointed look. "for a second i thought you were finally going to contribute something to todays lecture." he shrugged. "maybe next time mrs. foster." a quiet laugh spread across the room. she shook her head, trying not to smile. "go ahead." he gave her a small nod before getting to his feet.

while she continued explaining chemical reactions, hollis walked toward the door. except... he didn't. instead he took a small detour, casually passing your row of desks. as he walked by, he shot you a quick wink before discreetly placing a tiny folded note on the edge of the desk. right beside where your best friend was practically asleep. and then he was gone.

your heart immediately started racing. you suddenly felt wide awake. honestly, this was the most exciting thing that had happened all day. making sure nobody was looking, you quickly leaned across the desk, reaching past your best friend before grabbing the little piece of paper.

so that was what he'd been writing so frantically. it had to be important. your fingers felt slightly sticky from the heat as you unfolded the note.

let's disappear, i know a place :)

without thinking you grabbed your best friend's arm, gently shaking her awake. "kira!" you whispered urgently. "look." she slowly opened one eye before turning her head toward you. "hm?" she sounded mildly annoyed that you'd interrupted her classroom nap. but the second you slid the folded note across the desk, she was wide awake.

"what?" she whispered "right now? where are we going?" you quickly shook your head. "no, the note is from hollis." - "WHAT?" her voice came out just a little too loud. immediately your professor looked up.

"everything alright over there girls?" mrs. foster asked. "care to share whatever's so exciting with the rest of the class?" you gave her an apologetic smile. "sorry, mrs. foster." she sighed before turning back toward the whiteboard.

the second her back was facing the class again, your eyes snapped back to kira. she was already grinning at you. of course she was. she was your best friend. she knew exactly how you felt about hollis.

she'd watched your little crush grow over the past few weeks, watched the way he'd constantly looked for excuses to talk to you, how he'd tell the dumbest jokes just to hear you laugh, how he somehow always ended up sitting next to you during lunch.

she also noticed something you hadn't. the way he looked at you across the classroom whenever you weren't paying attention. honestly it was almost painful how oblivious the two of you were. you were so obviously into each other.

you looked back down at the note. "i don't know what to do." - "yes, you do." she whispered immediately. "you're absolutely going." - "what if we get caught?"

kira rolled her eyes. "nobody in here is paying attention. and i'm pretty sure mrs. foster wants this day to be over just as much as we do." you still looked unsure. "just tell her you don't feel well. hollis can drive you home." you bit your lip. "she's never gonna believe that."

before kira could answer, the classroom door opened again. hollis walked back inside. your heart immediately sped up. he casually made his way back to his seat before glancing over his shoulder. his eyebrows lifted. well? you gave him a tiny nod before silently mouthing: how?

from beside you kira let out the quietest sigh. "you two are hopeless." she muttered. before you could stop her, she raised her hand. you turned toward her so fast your neck almost hurt. "what are you doing?" even hollis looked confused. without looking at you, she whispered: "look miserable." - "...what?" - "trust me."

before you could ask another question, mrs. foster called on her. "yes, kira?" - "y/n isn't feeling well. could i take her outside for a minute? i think the heat's getting to her." mrs. foster studied you for a second. you immediately did your best to look as exhausted as possible. after a moment she nodded. "of course. make sure she gets some water." - "will do." before you even had time to react, kira grabbed your wrist. "thank you."

and just like that she pulled you out of the classroom. on your way out you glanced back one last time. hollis was already watching you. his expression had changed. he looked confused, almost disappointed that you hadn't immediately gone along with his plan. but underneath that he looked worried. he didn't know this was all an act.

the second the classroom door closed behind you, you turned toward kira. "what was that?" she smiled like she had been waiting for you to ask. "relax." she leaned against the wall.

"we'll stay out here for ten minutes. then we'll go back in. you'll tell her you're still feeling awful." she held up another finger. "i'll say you should go home." another. "then i'll mention that you probably shouldn't go alone because of the heat." she smiled. "and i guarantee hollis will be the first one to volunteer to drive you home." you stared at her for a second. "...have you done this before?" she bumped your shoulder with hers. "a thank you would've been enough."

-

and just like that everything went exactly according to kiras plan. ten minutes later the two of you walked back into the classroom. for the sake of appearances you actually grabbed a bottle of water and now you returned with it in one hand and your best attempt at looking absolutely miserable.

mrs. foster looked at you with immediate concern. "well?" you let out a quiet sigh. "i don't really feel any better." kira nodded beside you. "i honestly think it'd be best if someone took y/n home. i don't think she should be taking the bus in this heat." as she spoke she shot hollis a quick look. do something. he blinked, looking between you and mrs. foster.

"i-" he cleared his throat. "i can drive her home." mrs. foster looked between the two of you. clearly exhausted by both the heat and the day itself, she didn't seem interested in questioning it any further. "alright." she gave you a sympathetic smile. "get some rest y/n." then she looked at hollis. "and thank you for helping her." - "of course mrs. foster."

within seconds he was already packing up his things, which didn't take long considering he had barely taken anything out besides his phone. you stuffed your notebook and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

before leaving, you wrapped your arms around kira for a quick hug. "you're the best." she flashed you a teasing grin. "have funnn." you rolled your eyes, already feeling your cheeks warm.

hollis was waiting by the door. before you could even adjust your bag, he reached over and effortlessly lifted it off your shoulder. "bye!" the two of you called back toward the classroom. he held the door open for you, following you into the hallway. once it closed behind you, he glanced over.

"you okay?" his voice was noticeably quieter now. "anything i can do for you?" you couldn't hold it in anymore. a laugh escaped you. he frowned. "...what?" - "i'm perfectly fine." you looked over at him, smiling. "this was all kiras idea."

he stopped walking. "what?" - "well..." you shrugged. "your note said you knew a place." you smiled a little "and i'd really like to see it."

for a second he just stared at you. then he laughed. "you two are unbelievable." he shook his head. "tell kira i owe her one." you smiled. "honestly i would've had no idea how to get out of there." - "i would've figured something out." he said it so confidently it almost made you believe him.

you reached toward him. "you can give me my bag back now by the way." it was a fairly big faux leather shoulder bag, just large enough to fit everything you needed for college. 

instead of handing it over he simply adjusted the strap higher onto his own shoulder. "what?" he struck an exaggerated pose. "you don't think it suits me?" he even put on the most dramatic, overly girly voice he could manage. you burst out laughing. "you're such an idiot."

-

once you´d left the college building behind, the two of you found yourselves walking down the familiar path toward the parking lot. it was the same route you had taken every time hollis had driven you home after your last lecture together. but the closer you got, the more confused you became. where was his car?

he noticed the way your eyes scanned the parking lot and couldn't help but grin. without saying a word, he pulled his keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock button.

a shiny black convertible parked a few spaces ahead responded immediately. with a soft mechanical whir, the roof slowly folded back. you stopped walking. "no way." he looked far too pleased with himself. "you like it?"

you stared at the car for another second before looking back at him. "what happened to your other car?" he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. "uh..." he laughed quietly "...that one was actually my moms..." his hand landed proudly on the hood of the convertible. "...but this baby?" he grinned "she's all mine."

you felt your cheeks warm. cute. why had he lied about the other car though? to seem cooler? or had he just been messing with you? knowing hollis, probably the second one. still, you couldn't imagine a more perfect car for a day like this.

he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for you and carefully placed your bag inside before stepping back. "after you m'lady." you giggled "oh, thank you sir." he laughed, shaking his head as he once again blew a loose strand of blond hair out of his face.

a moment later he slid into the drivers seat beside you, pulled the door shut and reached into the compartment between the seats. he pulled out a pair of slightly oversized sunglasses and casually slipped them on. then he turned toward you with the biggest grin. "ready?" you nodded immediately "yes."

a second later the two of you rolled out of the parking lot. the moment you picked up speed, the warm breeze rushed through the open car, tugging at your hair and carrying the scent of hot asphalt and freshly cut grass.

it was still unbearably warm. but somehow it felt completely different now. no suffocating classroom, no rattling fan, no chemistry lecture. just the road stretching out ahead of you.

your stomach was overflowing with butterflies. here you were, alone with hollis. skipping class together. driving toward somewhere completely unknown. it almost didn't feel real. 

you'd always enjoyed spending time with him. but being alone with him like this, with nowhere to be and the entire afternoon ahead of you, made you realize just how much you actually liked him. and somehow that thought only made you even more nervous.

-

it was strange how quickly the world seemed to change. the warm wind drifted through your hair while music played softly in the background. every now and then, hollis glanced over at you. smiling. happy. 

somewhere along the way you had completely forgotten that the two of you were supposed to be sitting in chemistry right now.

the sun beat down relentlessly. you tipped your head back for a second, squinting against the brightness before lifting a hand to shield your eyes. "no sunglasses?" hollis glanced at you for a moment before looking back at the road. "if i'd known you were planning on kidnapping me today, i would've brought them." you pouted dramatically. he grinned.

a few moments later he slowed down at an intersection before turning onto a narrow coastal road. the ocean stretched endlessly beside you. your heart instantly felt lighter.

as if the view alone wasn't enough, hollis took one hand off the steering wheel and slipped off his sunglasses. keeping his eyes on the road as best he could, he reached over and gently placed them on your face.

you laughed, helping him adjust them before settling them properly on your nose. he stole another quick glance your way. "kinda suits you." - "that's so much better."

you smiled as you leaned toward the passenger side mirror to get a better look. the sunglasses looked even bigger on you than they did on him. but knowing they had been sitting on his face just seconds ago made them feel even more special.

a few minutes later a small gas station appeared by the side of the road. hollis pulled in. "let's grab some snacks." you looked over at him. "and something to drink." he added.

this day just kept getting better.

he parked the car and the two of you climbed out. on the way to the entrance he walked just a little closer to you than he needed to. at one point your hands almost brushed. almost. but it was enough to send a tiny spark racing through your entire body.

"so," he said as the two of you stopped in front of the colorful drinks fridge. "see anything you like?" there were way too many options. god. how badly you wanted to answer: you.

unfortunately, just like kira had already pointed out, you were still far too oblivious to realize that hearing exactly that would've probably made his entire day.

you scanned the shelves. "hm." you hummed "definitely water, it's way too hot." you looked over the rows of bottles. "...and something fruity."

before you could keep looking, hollis reached into the fridge and pulled out two smoothies. one pink. one orange. "how about these?" your face lit up immediately. he loved that look. "yes!" he smiled to himself before taking the bottle of water from your hands. "i'll carry that."

the snack aisle took a little longer. in the end the two of you settled on a bag of salty chips, a box of strawberries and a bar of chocolate. "hollis..." you looked at the chocolate then at him. "it's gonna melt." - "exactly." he grinned. "then we can dip the strawberries in it." you stared at him for a second. "that's actually genius." he gave you the most smug smile imaginable. "i know."

the more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself wondering how it was even possible for one person to be this easy to like.

-

on the way to the checkout, the two of you wandered through the little aisle filled with all the random things gas stations somehow always sold. magazines, soap bubbles, cheap souvenirs, tiny stuffed animals.

hollis suddenly stopped in front of a little plush bunny. he picked it up and held it next to your face, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of you as if he were making a very serious comparison. you let out an exaggerated sigh.

"...what?" he tilted his head. "you two look alike." - "stop it." you snatched the bunny out of his hands and held it up, inspecting it from every angle. hollis stepped a little closer so he could look too. you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"look." he pointed at the bunnys face. "small." his finger tapped one of its floppy ears. "cute." then he looked at you with the tiniest grin. "...and it kinda looks offended."

your heart skipped a beat. cute. he'd just called you cute. you tried your absolute hardest not to blush. you failed miserably. desperate to change the subject, you reached toward a shelf nearby and grabbed one of the little rubber dinosaurs.

"then this one reminds me of your sense of humor." he raised an eyebrow. "oh yeah? how?" you held the dinosaur a little higher. "loud, annoying." then, after a dramatic pause: "...and at least sixty five million years out of date."

"wow." he stared at you for a second. then nudged your side with his elbow. "you're gonna regret that." already laughing, you started walking toward the register. you glanced back over your shoulder. "i seriously doubt it."

of course he paid for everything. even though you'd insisted more than once that you were perfectly fine paying for your own things. he wouldn't hear it.

neither of you had said it out loud but ever since your little teasing match back in the store, something had shifted between you. there was something in the air now. a quiet kind of tension. the good kind. it felt wonderful. and for the first time in a long while you wished a day could last forever.

-

the two of you were back on the coastal road. you watched the endless blue water beside you, sunlight danced across the waves, making them shimmer like thousands of tiny diamonds.

every now and then you could feel hollis looking at you. eventually you turned your head. "eyes on the road." - "they are." he answered a little too casually. you smiled. "liar." he shrugged. "if i hadn't given you my sunglasses, i probably could've hidden it better." you laughed, shaking your head.

he pressed a little harder on the gas pedal. the loose strands of blond hair that had escaped his ponytail kept falling back into his face. you'd watched him blow them away all day. without really thinking about it you finally did what you'd been wanting to do for hours.

your hand trembled ever so slightly as you leaned a little closer. carefully you tucked the loose strand behind his ear. for a split second, he looked over at you, surprised. then he simply let you.

your fingertips brushed softly against his skin before you pulled your hand away again. he smiled to himself. "...thanks." his voice was quieter this time. you settled back into your seat hoping he couldn't hear how fast your heart was beating.

"are we almost there?" he glanced at you for just a second before looking back at the road. "not much longer." he gave you a quick wink. "promise."

-

a few minutes later the car rolled to a stop on a small sandy parking lot. the ocean stretched out right in front of you. bright cliffs and scattered rocks framed the shoreline, creating little hidden coves along the coast.

there were only a handful of people. just the sound of the waves. warm sand. and endless blue. it felt like paradise.

"we're here." there was a quiet hint of pride in his voice. the two of you packed the snacks into your bag, leaving your college stuff on the back seat. before you could reach for it hollis casually swung your bag over his own shoulder again. then he grabbed a large beach towel from the back seat, closed the roof of the convertible and locked the car.

"so..." you looked around. "this is the place?" he smiled. "told you."

the walk took another seven minutes. neither of you talked much. you were far too busy taking everything in. how had you lived here for so long without ever finding this place? it was beautiful.

hollis noticed the way your eyes wandered over every little detail. for once he didn't interrupt the silence with one of his teasing comments. he simply let you enjoy it.

finally the path opened up onto a small stretch of beach tucked between pale rock formations. it felt hidden away from the rest of the world. quiet. peaceful. almost romantic.

hollis spread the towel across the sand before placing your bag on one corner so it wouldn't blow away. then he sat down and patted the spot beside him. you smiled before sitting down next to him. for a while the two of you simply watched the waves roll onto the shore.

"so?" he asked, turning toward you. "what do you think?" you smiled without taking your eyes off the ocean. "...i'm really glad i came." he grinned. "better than chemistry?" you laughed. "seriously?" you looked over at him. "i would've much rather stayed with mrs. foster." he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. "wow. guess her lectures really are more exciting than i am."

you rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "you're annoying." he smiled. "yeah..." his eyes drifted back toward the water "but you still came with me."

-

the two of you stayed there a little longer, watching the waves until the sun started burning against your skin. the perfect solution was right in front of you.

"i don't know about you," you smiled, looking over at hollis "but i seriously need to cool off." you tilted your head toward the ocean. "you coming?" he nodded without hesitation. "that was always part of the plan."

you got to your feet. without thinking much about it, hollis pulled off his tshirt and shorts until he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. you glanced down at yourself. right. you hadn't exactly packed a bikini for today.

after a brief moment of hesitation, you realized how comfortable you had become around him over the course of the afternoon. you took off your clothes too, leaving yourself in your underwear. when you looked back up he was staring. completely caught off guard. his cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink. you couldn't help but smile.

"you gonna keep staring..." you raised an eyebrow "...or are we actually getting in?" he bit back a grin. caught. without another word he took off running, as if diving into the ocean could somehow save him from the embarrassment. a second later - splash. you laughed to yourself before making your own way into the water. 

up to your knees, it wasn't too bad. but every step farther made the water feel colder. "what?" hollis called from farther out. "too cold?" you shot him an unimpressed look. "not everyone can make such a graceful entrance." he blinked "...graceful?" you nodded. "yeah, a full on belly flop. very elegant."

he stared at you for a second before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "oh, you're gonna regret that." before you even had time to react, he splashed a wave of water straight at you. "hollis!" you laughed, shielding your face. "stop!" - "you're way too cocky for someone who can't handle a little payback." - "hollis..." you warned, trying to sound serious. "don't."

he only smiled wider. the next wave was even bigger. by the time you finally gave up fighting it, you were submerged all the way to your shoulders. once the initial shock wore off the water felt incredible.

the two of you floated around for what felt like forever, letting the gentle waves carry you wherever they pleased. eventually you let out a sigh. "i want strawberries."

neither of you had eaten lunch. the cafeteria was probably wondering where you'd disappeared to by now. oh well.

"good thing we bought some." hollis nodded toward the beach before turning to head back. "wait." he stopped immediately and looked back over his shoulder. without saying another word you swam over to him before gently wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.

instinctively his hands found your forearms, holding them loosely against his chest. "too lazy to swim?" he asked, smiling. you rested your chin against his shoulder. "mhm." the answer earned a quiet laugh, because both of you knew you could've made it back on your own.

-

by the time you made it back to shore, the sun had already dried most of the water from your skin.

the snacks were spread out across the towel in front of you. you picked up a strawberry dragged it through the now completely melted chocolate and took a bite. it was sweet. the chocolate melted on your tongue. across from you hollis seemed just as pleased with his idea as you were. maybe even more.

you leaned back on your hands, tilted your head toward the sky and closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sound of the waves. as long as your eyes stayed closed, his never left you. he took in every little detail. the way the breeze gently moved your hair. the way the sunlight made your skin glow. your long dark lashes. your lips... wait.

"uh..." you turned your head toward him, opening your eyes. "what?" he scratched the back of his neck for a second. "you've got a little chocolate..." his finger absentmindedly pointed toward the corner of his own mouth. "...right here."

you laughed softly and wiped at the corner of your lips with your finger. "got it?" he shook his head. "no, a little more to the left." you tried again. "now?" - "still there."

the two of you fell quiet. your eyes met. for a moment neither of you looked away. he let out a small breath, almost like he was trying to gather the courage to ask. "...can i?" you smiled. "of course." as far as you were concerned, he never would've had to ask.

slowly, carefully, he leaned a little closer. his hand lifted until his thumb gently brushed against the corner of your mouth, wiping away the small smear of melted chocolate. his touch was warm. gentle. your heart skipped.

then, without really thinking about it, he glanced down at the chocolate on his thumb and brought it to his lips. your eyes followed the movement automatically. your pulse quickened.

"th-thanks." he smiled like it hadn't been a big deal at all. "no problem." then he leaned back again reaching for another strawberry. if only you knew how much selfcontrol that simple moment had taken.

-

the rest of the afternoon passed quietly. neither of you looked at the time. neither of you wanted the day to end. but the sun slowly sinking lower in the sky made it impossible to ignore. the blue above you gradually faded into shades of orange and pink, soon to be painted in soft purples as evening settled in.

"when do you actually wanna head back?" hollis asked after a while. you smiled faintly. "never." he laughed quietly. he knew you couldn't stay forever. the drive back would still take a while.

"well..." he got to his feet. "wanna go in one last time before we leave?" you nodded. he held out his hand to help you up. you took it. but once you were both standing, neither of you let go. it wasn't intentional. your grip wasn't even tight. somehow your fingers had simply stayed tangled together. neither of you acknowledged it. you just walked toward the water like that.

this time he didn't sprint ahead. he stayed beside you. the cool water felt just as refreshing the second time around. eventually your hands slipped apart as hollis wandered a little farther in than you did. this time he didn't splash you.

you lingered a few steps behind. he looked back over his shoulder. "come on..." he smiled. "again?" you smiled back. "i just need a minute." he shook his head. "nope."

before you could protest, he walked back toward you. his hands settled gently on your waist as he pulled you closer. your foot slipped against the wet sand. for a second you lost your balance. his grip tightened instinctively. catching you before you could fall.

suddenly you were standing right in front of him. the water reached both of your upper arms. his hands were still resting around your waist. without even thinking about it, your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck to steady yourself. neither of you was smiling anymore. you'd never been this close before.

his eyes drifted down to your lips. then back to your eyes. your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest. was this the moment?

his voice came out quieter than before. slightly shaky. "you know..." he swallowed. "...when you-" you shook your head with the smallest smile. "shut up."

before he could finish, your hands gently cupped his face and you kissed him. softly. the second your lips met, he melted into the kiss. he kissed you back without hesitation, his arms tightening around your waist ever so slightly.

the butterflies in your stomach had never felt this overwhelming. it was gentle. warm. the kind of kiss that somehow said more than words ever could.

when you finally pulled away, he was already looking at you again. his eyes shimmered. maybe it was the reflection of the ocean. maybe it wasn't. a slow grin spread across his face. like he was only just realizing it had actually happened.

then he leaned in again. this time without asking. stealing another kiss. it felt more familiar somehow. more certain. but it made your knees feel just as weak as the first one.

he smiled against your lips. "you know..." he looked at you for another second before letting out the quietest laugh "...i think i might like you." you couldn't help smiling. "only think?" he laughed softly "okay..." he pretended to think about it. "i like you."

your cheeks warmed immediately. you looked down for a second before meeting his eyes again. "...i like you too." you paused on purpose "...maybe." he narrowed his eyes. "maybe?" you nodded with the tiniest grin. "i'm still deciding." he laughed. "good." you tilted your head. "good?" - "means i've still got a chance to impress you." you rolled your eyes, even though your smile refused to disappear.

before you could come up with a reply, he leaned in once more. this kiss was shorter, lighter. almost like a promise. when he pulled away neither of you said anything. you simply smiled at each other.

hollis stepped back first and held out both hands toward you. "come on." you slipped your hands into his. he carefully pulled you through the water until your feet found solid ground again. once you reached the shore the two of you dried off beneath the last warm rays of sunlight.

together you packed everything back into your bag. just like before, hollis threw it over his shoulder. he tucked the beach towel underneath his arm. then he looked down at everything he was carrying. 

"perfect." you frowned. "what?" he shifted the bag slightly before holding one hand out toward you. "left this one free." confused, you looked at him. "why?" instead of answering, he simply intertwined his fingers with yours. his smile was almost shy this time. "felt like a waste not to." your heart melted.

without another word the two of you started walking back toward the car, hand in hand, while the sky slowly turned shades of pink, orange and purple above you.

-

the drive back was quiet. the sky had been painted in the prettiest shades of pink and purple. the evening breeze had turned pleasantly warm, gently drifting through your hair.

hollis hand rested loosely on your thigh. yours rested on top of his. it all felt so much more natural than it had on the way there.

every now and then he'd glance over at you, giving your leg the smallest squeeze. like a message he didn't have to say out loud.

you pulled out your phone. first you took a picture of the ocean disappearing behind you beneath the pink sky. then, when he wasn't looking, you quickly snapped another one. this time of his hand resting on your thigh.

"what are you doing?" his voice made you jump. you looked over, cheeks already warming. "i just... wanted proof this wasn't a dream." he looked at you for a second. then gently squeezed your thigh again. your heart melted.

the drive home passed far too quickly. before long, the streets started looking familiar again. the little cafes. the houses. the intersections you knew by heart. and then he pulled into your street.

"here we are." you turned toward him. your hand was still resting on his, you held onto it. "i don't wanna go." a small smile tugged at his lips. his free hand came up to your face, gently brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"you know what's the best part?" - "hm?" - "i get to see you again tomorrow." you smiled. right. tomorrow. college. real life.

"will you pick me up?" you asked quietly. "so we can drive there together?" - "of course." his thumb brushed your cheek once more. "and i'd be more than happy to drive you home again."

you smiled before leaning toward him. your lips met once more. soft. unhurried. another kiss that somehow said everything neither of you quite knew how to put into words.

when you pulled away, you finally reached for your bag. your eyes wandered to the back seat. his hoodie. the one he wore to class all the time. "hollis?" - "hm?" he looked at you immediately. you nodded toward the back seat. "i heard it's supposed to get really cold tonight." he frowned. "what do you mean? it's still rea-" his eyes followed yours. then he smiled.

"...you want my hoodie." you bit your lip, trying not to smile too hard. "...maybe." he laughed quietly before reaching behind him. a second later he dropped the hoodie into your lap. "thank you." - "anything for you." he said it so casually. as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you looked down at the hoodie for a second. it smelled like him.

when you looked back up he was already smiling at you. one last kiss. a little longer this time. the kind neither of you really wanted to end.

eventually you climbed out of the car with your bag over one shoulder and his hoodie tucked safely in your arms. as you walked toward your front door you kept looking back. once. twice. five times. ten. 

every single time he was still there. still watching you. still smiling.

when you finally reached your front door you turned around one last time. you blew him a kiss. he laughed to himself, shook his head and caught it with one hand before pressing it dramatically against his chest. your laugh echoed down the quiet street. only then did he start the engine again. you watched the taillights disappear around the corner before finally unlocking the front door.

standing there for another second, you looked down at the hoodie in your arms and smiled to yourself. all because of one unbearably hot summer day. you'd never been happier that your college's air conditioning barely worked.

-

pairing: roman x youtuber!reader x hollis

warnings: p in v , oral (m receiving) , threesome , foodplay? , gagging , lowercase intended , bondage , recording , praise , choking , swallowing

bg info: hollis and roman were your roommates. they sometimes appeared in your vids. the viewers always shipped you with them but you always denied the allegations. though, you three sometimes flirted with each other. either as jokes or seriously but you could never tell.

a/n: someone requested this and they shall receive 😌😌 iangl this was kinda fun to write 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

2hollis x fem!reader

𖤐 You meet Hollis, your new vampire fling, again at the coordinates that he provided to you.

part two of fangs, read that first!

tags: vampire!hollis, oral (f receiving), p in v, consensual blood sucking, vampire magic shenangians

warnings: blood obvi

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: more vampire hollis in this universe! i really love writing him it’s v fun. i don’t know if this will turn into a series but lowkey im unintentionally setting it up to be one with how i write the ending of these lmfaooo. but once again lmk if u want that 👀 as usual no screenshotting/talking about this fic outside of tumblr thank u

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RED MASK, BLACK LACE

(listen to the regular version on spotify, it wouldn’t let me add it and this fuckass version is slowed)

2hollis X reader masquerade ball smutshot

you meet hollis at your work’s annual gala and things escalate quickly ;)

tags: drinking, p in v, oral (f receiving,) dirty talk, cumshot

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The fluorescent hum of the office lights buzzed softly overhead as you sat hunched at your desk, the faint scent of stale coffee and printer ink clinging to the air. You worked for one of the most notorious music labels in Los Angeles… a gleaming empire tucked into the heart of the city, home to some of the biggest names in the industry. Your role as a talent scout suited you perfectly. You had a nose for raw potential, for the artists who still burned with hunger rather than entitlement. Today, your screen glowed with profiles of up-and-coming acts, their demos playing low through your headphones, when a sharp knock echoed against your door.

“Come in,” you called, your voice polite but distracted.

The door swung open, and in stepped your boss. He was a top dog in this town… one of the richest, most influential figures in LA, if not the entire state. His perfectly tailored suit immaculate, watch glinting under the lights like a small fortune. He greeted you with that easy charisma that masked the cutthroat businessman beneath.

“How’s your day going?” he asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

You responded with the usual update… productive but routine, before he cut to the point.

“Listen,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “I know you’re not big on dressing up and parties and all that jazz. But unfortunately for you, the big company gala is this weekend. Last minute, I know. My bad. But I need you there, kid. Mandatory attendance for all employees. I’m sorry.” He didn’t wait for a rebuttal, already turning on his heel. “Now clock out early and go find you an outfit. Oh yeah, it’s masquerade themed, so don’t forget a mask.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you staring at the empty space where he’d stood. Great. A gala packed with pretentious celebrities dripping in borrowed glamour and pathetic grifters desperate for proximity to fame. You preferred the smaller talents, the ones grinding in dim studios and underground venues, pouring sweat into every note. But no… in a few days, you’d be forced into the glittering snake pit. Awesome.

Sighing, you powered down your computer, the screen’s glow fading into darkness. You grabbed your bag and caught a taxi outside, the warm California evening air thick with exhaust and distant ocean salt as the cab wove through traffic toward the nearest mall. The interior smelled of worn leather and someone’s forgotten takeout. Where did one even start for something like this? A formal dress and a fucking masquerade mask. You paid the driver and stepped into the mall’s climate-controlled bustle… artificial chill, echoing footsteps, the faint saltiness of pretzels and sweet perfume samples drifting from every corner.

You walked the perimeter first, heels clicking against polished tile, eyes scanning storefronts without much hope. Then you spotted it: a prom and formalwear boutique tucked between a jewelry store and a sunglasses kiosk. Why not? A quick look couldn’t hurt.

Inside, the air was cooler, scented with air freshener and faint floral notes. Racks upon racks of shimmering gowns whispered as you brushed past them, sequins catching the overhead lights like scattered stars. Your fingers trailed over silks and satins until your gaze locked onto it… the most beautiful dress you’d seen yet. A floor-length black number, heavily bejeweled at the bodice and cascading into elegant layers, the fabric catching every movement with subtle fire. It was in your exact size. You slipped into a dressing room, the heavy curtain brushing your skin, and pulled it on.

It fit like a glove… hugging your curves, the cool weight of the beads pressing gently against your collarbones, the skirt swaying with a soft rustle around your ankles. You checked the price tag. $500. Fuck. You’d better be getting paid extra for this dumbass gala. Still, you bought it, the cashier’s scanner beeping sharply as the receipt printed.

Next, you remembered the costume shop deeper in the mall… the one where the owner handmade everything, prices reflecting the care and detail. The trek there felt longer, your bag heavier with the dress box. The shop’s bell rang out as you entered, a warm, dusty scent of fabric glue, paint, and old velvet greeting you. The shopkeeper, an older woman with kind eyes and slightly dirty hands from some side project, smiled politely.

You asked for the masquerade masks, and she nodded. “Right this way, dear.” Her voice was soft, grandmotherly. She led you to a display table bathed in warm lighting, where dozens of intricate, handmade masks rested like treasures. Your eyes landed immediately on one… dainty, crafted from delicate red lace, edged in fine gold thread, with subtle embellishments that caught the light like embers. It was perfect… elegant yet mysterious.

“I’ll take that one, please, ma’am.” You smiled, lifting it carefully. The lace felt feather-light between your fingers. At checkout, you spent another pretty penny, but it felt worth it as you tucked the box under your arm.

The rest of the work week dragged on in a haze of emails, meetings, and half-listened demos… the click of keyboards, the low murmur of phone calls, the endless glow of screens. By Friday, though, a strange sense of excitement had begun to creep in beneath the nerves. Or maybe it was just anxiety twisting in your stomach. You’d never been to anything so extravagant in your life, and the thought of fitting in amongst LA’s elite felt like stepping onto a stage without rehearsal.

Your boss appeared in your office again on Friday afternoon, the day before the gala. Another expensive, tailored suit, the same commanding presence. “All employees need to be at the office tomorrow at 6 p.m. sharp,” he said. “We’re all riding in a limousine together to the gala.” You nodded. You liked your coworkers well enough… a free limo ride couldn’t be that bad.

**

Saturday arrived in a rush of sunlight streaming through your apartment windows, carrying the distant hum of city traffic. You spent the first half of the day preparing with deliberate care. The shower steamed around you, hot water cascading over your skin as you washed your hair with fragrant shampoo, shaved every inch until your legs and body felt smooth as silk, then applied a cooling face mask that tingled pleasantly. The ritual grounded you.

Now it was time to transform. You wanted to feel sexy… if you were going to be bored out of your mind, you might as well look devastating. Your hair fell into soft, Hollywood waves, glossy and bouncing with each movement, held lightly with hairspray. Makeup came next: a bold, sultry look with dark eyes that made them smolder, bright blush warming your cheeks, and deep red lips that felt plush and powerful. You slipped into black lace lingerie first… delicate, intricate, with matching garters and sheer stockings that whispered against your thighs. The dress slid over it all like a second skin, the beaded bodice cool and heavy, the fabric molding perfectly to every curve.

Strappy black heels completed the base, their height adding a confident sway to your step. Accessories followed: a small black clutch that snapped shut with a satisfying click, pearl earrings cool against your lobes, and a long silver necklace with a deep ruby pendant that nestled perfectly in the valley of your breasts, catching the light with every breath.

You were ready.

An Uber whisked you to the office building, arriving at exactly 5:55 p.m. The evening air was balmy, carrying hints of jasmine from nearby planters. Your coworkers were already gathering on the sidewalk, voices rising in chatter, their own formal attire a mix of nervous excitement and polished confidence. You exchanged hellos, the group’s energy buzzing around you.

The limo finally glided up to the curb, sleek and black, its engine a low, throaty purr. You all crammed inside, the interior lush with leather seats that creaked softly, dim ambient lighting, and the faint, expensive scent of polished wood and champagne. Your boss was ecstatic, laughing heartily as he popped the first bottle… the cork’s explosive pop echoing, followed by the fizzy rush of bubbles pouring into flutes. Music pulsed from hidden speakers, and soon everyone was drinking, dancing in the confined space, laughter ringing out as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. The champagne was crisp and dry on your tongue, warming your chest. By the time the limo pulled up to the gala venue, you were all pleasantly tipsy, the world softened at the edges, nerves dulled by golden bubbles and shared camaraderie.

The grand double doors swung open, releasing a wave of warm, perfumed air thick with the mingled scents of expensive colognes, blooming floral arrangements, and savory hors d’oeuvres. You stepped into the gala on slightly unsteady heels, the champagne from the limo still buzzing pleasantly in your veins. It was nothing short of extraordinary. The vast ballroom stretched out before you, every detail screaming old money and deliberate opulence. Crystal chandeliers… massive, multi-tiered masterpieces, hung from the high ceiling like frozen cascades of diamonds, their facets fracturing the light into a thousand sparkling prisms that danced across the walls and floor. The usual bright overhead lighting had been swapped for a deep, sultry red glow that bathed everything in rich crimson tones, casting long shadows and turning the space into something intimate and theatrical. Gold accents gleamed on the tables, heavy velvet drapes framed the windows, and the decor alone must have cost a small fortune.

Servers moved gracefully through the crowd like well-oiled machinery, dressed in crisp black suits tailored to perfection, white gloves spotless. They balanced silver trays laden with flutes of bubbling champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres… tiny bites of caviar on toast, shrimp cocktails glistening with sauce, and artfully arranged cheeses and fruits. The low hum of conversation filled the room, punctuated by bright bursts of laughter and the clink of glassware.

You stayed close to your coworkers, their familiar voices and laughter a comforting anchor amid the sea of strangers. The group wove through the throng toward the nearest server, the red lighting making the bubbles in the fresh glasses sparkle like rubies. You accepted one, the chilled flute cool against your fingers, condensation already beading on the glass. Huddled together near a tall marble pillar, you sipped the crisp, dry champagne… its effervescent bite dancing on your tongue, and cracked jokes about the absurdity of the whole night. Laughter rippled through your little circle, easy and genuine, cutting through the pretentious atmosphere.

Then your boss’s voice boomed over the large speakers, rich and commanding, drawing every eye toward the elevated stage at the far end of the room. He thanked everyone for attending, his words polished and warm, before gesturing toward your group. “And a special thanks to my incredible team—my star employees who make everything possible. Couldn’t do it without you!”

All heads turned. A polite wave of applause erupted, the sound swelling around you like thunder. In that moment, your eyes caught on someone standing near the front of the room. You wouldn’t have noticed him otherwise, but he was impossible to miss once you did… tall, easily the tallest person in the entire room, with a powerful, built frame that filled out his attire with quiet confidence. He wore a striking red mask that matched the room’s ambient glow, a sleek black tie, and a sheer black vest that hinted at the toned physique beneath. Long hair framed his masked face in dark, effortless waves. Long hair wasn’t usually your thing, but on him it worked… he rocked it completely. Even through the mask, you swore you could feel the weight of his gaze locked directly on you, intense and unwavering, sending a small shiver racing down your spine.

The clapping continued. You blinked back to reality, cheeks warming beneath the growing attention, and offered a graceful curtsy, the bejeweled fabric of your dress rustling softly as you moved. You followed it with a modest wave, smiling as the applause gradually faded and the room’s energy shifted back to its natural rhythm.

Once the commotion died down, you turned to one of your coworkers with a grin. “Buffet?” The two of you slipped away from the group and crossed the expansive floor toward the far wall, where long tables groaned under silver chafing dishes and elegant displays of food. Two separate lines had formed, one on each side of the sprawling buffet. They looked intimidatingly long at first, but moved surprisingly quickly… servers efficiently replenishing trays and guests politely shuffling forward.

When you finally reached the front, the warm, mouthwatering aromas of roasted meats, fresh herbs, buttery pastries, and rich sauces enveloped you. You reached for an empty plate on the stack.

At the exact same moment, so did someone else.

Your fingers brushed against his. You looked up… way up, and there he was again. The tall stranger from earlier, still wearing that striking red mask, still mesmerizing in the crimson light. He pulled his hand back smoothly, a low, polite voice cutting through the surrounding chatter.

“Sorry, go ahead. I’m Hollis.”

“Hollis,” you repeated, voice warm. “Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. I work for the label.”

He extended a large hand, and you took it. His grip was rough… calloused from years of who-knows-what, but surprisingly gentle, enveloping yours completely. He was so tall it felt overwhelming in the best way, his presence commanding yet intriguing. You loved a tall man, and even with the mask obscuring half his face, he was extremely attractive… broad shoulders, long dark hair falling in effortless waves, and that sheer vest hinting at the powerful body beneath.

He spoke again, voice low and smooth over the surrounding chatter. “You said your name is y/n? I’m signed to the label you work for, and I’m pretty sure you’re the one who scouted me out. 2hollis ring a bell?”

No fucking way. Your eyes widened. “Oh my God! No way! I love your music. I knew we had to sign you the second I heard your stuff. It’s so nice to meet you! I’m so sorry—I didn’t recognize you with the mask on.”

Hollis laughed, a rich, genuine sound that made your stomach flutter. “Yeah, well, with the mask, the new physique, and the new hair, I imagine it’s a bit difficult to recognize me.”

The two of you were holding up the buffet line. With apologetic smiles, you parted ways, but not before he shot you a wink from beneath the red mask. Heat flooded your cheeks instantly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. The night was far from over, and you desperately hoped you’d run into him again.

You returned to the employees’ table with a full plate. The food was exquisite: perfectly seared filet mignon with a rich red wine reduction, creamy garlic mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus glistening with butter, and delicate shrimp skewers. You ate slowly, savoring the flavors while more champagne flowed freely… crisp, bubbly, and dangerously easy to drink. Laughter rippled around the table as your coworkers gossiped about the celebrities in attendance. When someone mentioned Hollis, you perked up immediately.

One of your female coworkers leaned in with a grin. “God, he looks good tonight. That long hair? The build? I wouldn’t mind getting to know him better.”

You could only nod in agreement, cheeks still warm. Your mind wandered… who was he here with? His manager? Friends? A girlfriend? You hoped desperately it wasn’t the latter.

Your boss took the stage again, grabbing the mic with infectious energy. “Alright, everyone! It’s time to hit the dance floor—no exceptions!” The announcement was met with cheers, helped immensely by the alcohol loosening everyone up. The DJ started spinning a mix of hits from the label’s biggest artists: Billie Eilish’s haunting vocals, Olivia Rodrigo’s raw emotion, Lady Gaga’s theatrical beats, even Eminem’s rapid-fire verses. You danced with your coworkers, hips swaying, the bejeweled dress shimmering under the crimson lights. Your feet began to ache in your strappy heels, but the music kept you moving.

Then the song changed. You recognized the beat instantly… Crush by 2hollis. The song that had drawn you to him in the first place, the one that got him signed. Your eyes scanned the crowded dance floor, filtering through the sea of masked bodies. There he was… dancing with a girl. A pang of jealousy hit you, but before you could look away, his gaze found yours across the room, as if he’d felt you watching. He politely excused himself from his dance partner and started making his way toward you, tall frame cutting through the crowd with ease.

When he reached you, he gave a dramatic, theatrical bow. You chuckled, the sound nearly lost in the pounding music. It was so loud you both had to shout to be heard.

“Dancing with your girlfriend, I assume?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

Hollis looked genuinely confused for a moment, then shook his head. “Oh, that girl? No, no. Not my girlfriend. Barely an acquaintance, if you’d even call it that. She asked me to dance and I’m just too polite to say no.”

You laughed again. He was funny without trying too hard… you liked that.

“So,” he continued, leaning closer and pulling you into him by the waist, twirling you in a slow dance. “I’m assuming you have a boyfriend? Where is he? Didn’t want to accompany someone as beautiful as yourself to the gala?”

You blushed harder than before, the mask doing little to hide it. “Me? No boyfriend. Work takes up all my time. I don’t really have time for anything serious.”

Hollis looked deep into your eyes, his voice dropping with intent. “Wanna come with me? We can be not serious together.”

Elation surged through you. You nodded excitedly. He grabbed your hand… warm, strong, steady, and pulled you through the throng of bodies. The music pulsed around you as you shouted over it, “Where are we going?”

He glanced back with a smirk you could see even beneath the mask. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

The destination was a designated lounge room for the venue employees. He pulled you inside, the door clicking shut behind you before he locked it with a decisive turn. The room was quieter, dimly lit with soft amber lamps, furnished with plush couches and a faint scent of leather and fresh linen.

“Hollis! We’re going to get in trouble!” you whispered, half-laughing, half-nervous.

He pressed a finger gently to your lips, eyes dark with desire. “Shhh, baby. Just trust me.”

“As good as you look in that dress,” he murmured, voice husky, “I think I’m gonna have to take it off for what I’m about to do to you.” He suggested keeping the masks on. You agreed, cheeks flushed, pulse racing wildly.

He stripped you slowly, reverently, the bejeweled fabric pooling at your feet with a soft rustle. Your black lace lingerie was revealed… delicate garters and stockings hugging your thighs. Hollis’s breath hitched. “Black lace lingerie? Were you expecting someone else? Or did you just know you were gonna have me tonight?”

Before you could answer, his mouth was on you… hot, eager kisses trailing down your neck, across your collarbones, over the swell of your chest, and lower, down your stomach. He dropped to his knees, lips and tongue worshipping every inch of your thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just above your stockings. Then he rose, crashing his mouth against yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. His tongue met yours with urgent hunger, groaning deeply into your mouth as the kiss turned messy and desperate. He tasted like champagne and sin, his long hair brushing your shoulders as he tilted your head for better access. The kiss deepened, wet and filthy… tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breaths mingling in ragged gasps. He sucked on your lower lip, then plunged back in, devouring you until your knees weakened and soft whimpers escaped into his mouth. Time stretched… the kisses felt endless, passionate, and intoxicating, his hands roaming your body possessively while the masks added an erotic layer of anonymity.

He meticulously stripped away the lingerie, leaving you completely bare before him. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, voice reverent. “You are fucking beautiful.”

He guided you back onto the small couch, laying you down gently. Then he settled between your thighs.

He ate you out sloppily, like a man starved yet expertly skilled. His tongue had incredible precision… he read your body instantly, knowing exactly what made you tremble. He started with broad, slow licks along your folds, savoring your taste, then focused on your clit with flicks that grew impossibly fast, circling and sucking with perfect pressure. You cried out, hands roughly grabbing fistfuls of his long hair, tugging as pleasure spiked through you. He groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine. He alternated between rapid tongue flicks and long, languid strokes, occasionally dipping inside you, fucking you with his tongue while his nose nudged your clit. The wet, obscene sounds filled the lounge… slick, messy, unrelenting. Your hips bucked against his face. He held you down firmly, devouring you with single-minded focus. Sweat beaded on your skin, your breaths coming in desperate pants. He kept going, building you higher and higher until you shattered… cumming hard on his face, thighs trembling around his head, arousal coating his chin and dripping down as he continued licking you through the orgasm, drawing it out.

When he finally pulled back, a big, satisfied smile stretched across his face beneath the mask, eyes gleaming with pride. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”

Your chest heaved with heavy breathing, body limp and glowing. Hollis stood, stripping himself completely naked. His body was sculpted… toned muscle, broad chest, and an impressive cock already hard and leaking for you.

“While I’d usually love that,” he said when you offered to return the favor, voice rough with need, “right now all I can think about is being inside that pretty pussy.”

He positioned you in missionary first, settling between your spread thighs. He rubbed the thick head of his cock along your slick, sensitive folds, teasing your entrance until you were whimpering with anticipation. Then he pushed in inch by inch, stretching you open with a delicious burn that made your back arch. “God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he groaned, voice low and sweet. “So tight and warm around me, baby. I’m about to make you feel so good.”

Once fully inside, he paused, letting you adjust while leaning down to capture your lips in filthy, dirty kisses… messy, tongue-deep, and utterly consuming. His mouth moved against yours with raw hunger, tongues tangling wetly as he began to thrust… slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. You whimpered into his mouth with each thrust, the sound swallowed by his relentless kisses. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that had your toes curling. You scratched down his back, nails digging in and leaving red marks as the pleasure built. “Hollis… fuck, you’re so deep,” you gasped between kisses.

He chuckled softly against your lips, a playful glint in his eyes even through the mask. “Careful, or I’m gonna start thinking you like me for more than just my music.” The light joke made you laugh breathlessly, easing any lingering nerves as he kept the rhythm steady and passionate.

He switched and pulled you on top of him, hands gripping your hips as you sank down onto his cock. You moved together, grinding deep and slow at first, your hands braced on his chest while his long hair spilled across the couch. “Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised, voice husky. “So beautiful riding my cock like that—fuck, just like that.” The pace gradually roughened as you bounced harder, his hips snapping up to meet you with increasing force. Your breasts swayed with the motion, and he leaned up to kiss and nip at them, groaning your name.

Then he took you from behind, bending you over the arm of the couch. The new angle hit even deeper, his thrusts growing faster and more insistent. Skin slapped against skin, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the small room. He reached around to rub your clit again, growling sweetly, “This pussy is mine tonight, isn’t it? Fuuuckk. Soaking my cock like a good girl.” You moaned loudly, pushing back against him, your hands fisting the couch fabric as he drove into you harder. “Yes—Hollis, don’t stop,” you begged, voice breaking with pleasure.

Finally, he flipped you back into missionary, pounding into you with passionate intensity. The kisses turned even filthier… wet, sloppy, desperate, your whimpers and moans swallowed by his mouth as he drove into you with powerful, rhythmic strokes. His thumb never left your clit, rubbing faster now. Sweat slicked your bodies, the masks slightly askew from the frenzy but still in place. “God, you’re so tight, so perfect,” he panted between filthy kisses. “Cum on my cock, baby. I wanna feel you fall apart for me.”

The intensity pushed you over the edge… you clenched hard around him with a cry, waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit. Hollis followed almost immediately, pulling out with a guttural groan and cumming across your lower back in hot, thick spurts.

He quickly found a soft cloth nearby… likely from the lounge supplies, and wiped you down gently, cleaning you with tender care. “There we go,” he murmured softly.

You both collapsed onto the couch, cuddling naked in each other’s arms, completely unbothered that you were in a restricted area and anyone could knock at any moment. The warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart, and the scent of sex and sweat surrounded you in a blissful haze.

Once your breathing slowed, you propped yourself up on an elbow and looked at him. “Sooo… that was fun. Really fun. Thanks for showing me a good time.”

Hollis gave you a toothy, boyish smile. “No problem. I’d be down to show you a good time literally whenever you wanted. Here, take my number.” He grabbed your phone from your clutch and entered his contact info, handing it back with a grin.

You smiled at him, warmth blooming in your chest. You both stood and got dressed, doing your best to smooth out wrinkles and fix your hair so it didn’t scream “freshly fucked.” Before he reached for the door, he paused.

“I mean it,” he said, voice sincere. “Any time at all. When you want me, call me.” He winked, then slipped back into the crowd, leaving you buzzing with possibility.

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okay i love this so much like this fic is my new baby fr. not proofread. it’s 5:20 in the morning and big mama tired.