2hollis x fem!reader

🜲 You unexpectedly fall in love with one of the knights from the castle of Tenflower. It was something you had to keep secret, for it was forbidden for a knight to be with a princess.

tags: tenflower au, knight!hollis, princess!reader, forbidden love, sneaking around, fist kiss, loss of virginity, marathon sex, oral (m + f receiving), fluff angst And smut, reader is inexperienced but not really innocent, happy ending don't worry

warnings: slight blood, brief descriptions/mentions of torture & capital punishment

w/c: 11k

a/n: thank you to @stellalaylas for the idea for this fic! i also made it a little inspired by berserk as well :p this is my longest fic ever now wow. ignore the fact that hollis' hair in his medieval era was brown and i described it as blonde in this fic i just thought it was Fun. also ive said this before but i am not good at medieval speak nor do i know how trials work etc etc so it might be a little unrealistic but i find that fun Idk. as usual no screenshotting/talking about this fic outside of tumblr/my ao3 <3

taglist: @fatalfairie @holilove @sayitagain22 @222foryou222 @tellmeimsafe @ang3l0fd3ath22 @wakeuppfilthy @aisforarii @stellalaylas @catmeowsstuff @voidatelier @2lilaclace @bloodshotbastard @hollisedd @girl2bad @luvvconceal @gnariii @warhorseweekend @sweet2sin @sqddleagain @2drea @natesibsdih @angelrazor6000 @qiyokuliife @222cellmate (if you are this user and still on here lmk if you’ve changed ur @!) @mageterna1111

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2hollis x fem!reader

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . You loved sneaking out of your house to hang out with your boyfriend Hollis. Tonight, he had something new planned to do with you.

tags: collegeboy!hollis, reader is 18+ (just to make sure that’s clear), sneaking out, dom/sub dynamics, softdom!hollis (my first somewhat more dom hollis fic this is rare..), bondage/bdsm, tying you up, ballgag, vibrators, overstimulation, handcuffs, very very minimal anal play it’s like a paragraph but putting it here in case some1 is uncomfortable w it, very pwp

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: wanted to try something new smut wise ^_^ ive been meaning to write a fic based off of hollis many tying up lyrics and i wanted to write abt brunette holli so heres a quick pwp

taglist: @fatalfairie @holilove @sayitagain22 @222foryou222 @tellmeimsafe @ang3l0fd3ath22 @wakeuppfilthy @aisforarii @stellalaylas @catmeowsstuff @voidatelier @2lilaclace @bloodshotbastard @hollisedd @girl2bad @luvvconceal @gnariii @warhorseweekend @sweet2sin @sqddleagain @2drea @natesibsdih @angelrazor6000 @qiyokuliife @222cellmate @mageterna1111

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cw: social media, texts, arrival to mexico city, nearing end of week two.

content info: boxing au, touch as communication, injury care, tending wounds, professional boundaries, emotional messy boxer, reckless boxer, slow burn

disclaimer: all people in fic r aged up.

summary: you built your reputation the hard way. quietly, carefully. one fight at a time. by the time people stop questioning you, fighters are requesting you. across the country, hollis is building a reputation of his own. brilliant. reckless. impossible to control. so when his team calls and asks you to join his corner, you already know what everyone else does. he doesn't listen. but when the bell rings and blood starts running down his face, you're the only one he looks at between rounds.

wc: 10.6 k

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the next morning comes too fast. quiet and way too early.

the apartment feels different in the daylight, less forgiving. everything from last night is sitting just under the surface.

you’re the first one up, or close to it.

your hair is pulled back, your hoodie is on and moving around the kitchen quietly.

you make yourself coffee and you have a water bottle with you.

your phone sits on the counter. the screen is dark but you already checked it, more than once.

pitter-patter. pitter-patter. pitter-patter.

you glance up, its Hollis. he is still half-asleep. he has t-shirt with sweats on. his eyes find you immediately, like they always do.

a pause.

“…you’re up early,” he says with a rough voice.

you shrug slightly, “couldn’t sleep.”

he nods like that makes sense. my he moves into the kitchen and grabs a bottle from the fridge. he stands a little too close when he passes.you don’t move.

“you packed?” he asks.

“yeah.”

a beat.

“…you?”

“mostly.”

silence again. it’s comfortable but not comfortable.

his phone buzzes on the counter. he glances at it then ignores it.

you notice.

before you can say anything—“please tell me we’re not leaving yet.” it’s Nate, dragging himself into the kitchen. his hood is up, he’s half awake.

“we are,” you say without looking at him.

he groans.

Ryan’s voice comes from behind him, “you packed?”

“…no.”

“then that’s on you.”

Roman appears last, already dressed and his bag slung over his shoulder.

“car’s coming in twenty,” he says.

Nate straightens immediately, “twenty??”

“you had all night,” Roman replies.

chaos starts now. it’s very light though, everyone is still tired. everyone’s moving at once. bags are getting piled on one another, keys are jangling, phones are getting charged.

you step back slightly, out of the middle of it.

in the moment of it, Hollis looks at you again. something unspoken is there, you hold it.

while everyone is finishing up, your phone buzzes. it’s Marcus, the car is here soon. “alright,” you say. they all look at you.

“are you guys ready to go?”

a small pause.

“our car is almost here.” you glance between them—and panic takes over Nate’s face.

“…wait—what?” he says.

Ryan smirks immediately, “no way you’re not packed.”

Nate runs a hand through his hair, “i thought we had more time.”

“you had all night,” Roman says.

“that’s not helpful,” Nate shoots back.

you step a little closer, “Nate, I can wait for you if you’re not ready,” you say calmly. “our flight doesn’t leave for another two hours.

a small pause, “don’t stress it. i wouldn’t let it leave without you.”

he exhales, looking relieved now, “…please do, y/n.”

Ryan grabs his bag. Roman already has his over his shoulder.“we’ll meet you there,” Ryan says. Roman nods once. they leave, door closing behind them.

now it’s just you and Nate. oh, and Hollis.

Nate disappears into the hallway. You and Hollis follow him into his and Hollis’ room.

Nate turns in a slow circle looking at his half-packed side of the room, “this is bad.”

you glance past him. there’s clothes everywhere, his bag open and nothing is folded.

“yeah,” you say.

Hollis lets out a quiet breath, “you’re wasting time,” he mutters.

“then help me,” Nate shoots back.

a beat.

Hollis doesn’t argue. he moves past you into the room, you follow. you can’t lie, it’s a mess.

you kneel near the bag and start to fold what you can.

Nate’s pacing, grabbing random things.

“not like that,” you say.

he looks at you, “what do you mean not like that?”

“you’re just throwing things in,” you reply.

“because i’m in a rush.”

“and you’ll regret it later,” you say simply.

he sighs but hands you a shirt anyway, “fine.”

Hollis is quieter, he’s at the dresser grabbing things. actually organizing, you notice that. he looks cute.

every now and then he glances at you, not long but you feel it every time.

“you have nice clothes.” you tell Nate.

“thanks.” he says smiling.

“…so why are you bringing like five of the same shirts in different colors?”

“options,” he says simply.

“you don’t need five.”

“i do.”

Hollis huffs quietly, “you don’t.”

“you don’t even pack like this,” Nate says.

“because I don’t make it harder than it needs to be.”

you laugh softly. it slips out before you can stop it.

Hollis looks at you again just for that.your smile lingers a second longer than it should then fades, you go back to folding. “you’re sharing with him, right?” you ask Nate.

“yeah,” he says, “i gave you my room.”

you glance up, “i know. i’ve said thank you. many times.”

he shrugs, “i’m a good person sometimes.”

“rare,” Hollis mutters.

“watch it.”

you shake your head slightly, but you’re smiling again. it feels easy and normal talking to the guys. it could be because they’re closer to your age than any of your past clients. or they’re actually really funny. well, whatever it is, there’s something more.

when you reach for something, your hand brushes Hollis’. you both pause for a second before continuing like nothing happened, acting like you didn’t notice it but you did.

“okay—done,” Nate says suddenly, zipping the bag. relief is all over his face. ”…i owe you both.”

“yeah, you do,” Hollis says.

you stand, brushing your hands off slightly. “let’s go then,” you say. another pause. you glance at Hollis. he’s already looking at you, again. he looks away first, “yeah,” he says.

“let’s go.” you follow and grab your bag, heading for the door. Hollis follows right after, not saying anything, just behind you.

the air is colder, bags get tossed in, doors open.

Ryans in the front, Roman slides in behind him. Nate hesitates looking between seats then he looks at you. then at Hollis. “…i’m sitting in the back,” he decides.

no one argues, you move toward the middle seat—but before you can—Hollis opens the door for you. a pause.

you glance at him, “thanks.” you get in.

he slides in after, next to you. close. the door shuts. the car pulls off. no one talks at first, the music is low and the city is still waking up around you. your shoulder brushes his slightly. neither of you move, you look out the window but you can feel it. him. still there. just like last night. nothing feels settled, not yet.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

LAX is already busy. it’s 8 am. the lights are too bright and it’s too loud. rolling suitcases are rolling against the tile. overhead announcements keep going off. people are moving in every direction.

you step inside with them and immediately feel it. it’s subtle at first, a glance, a second look, a whisper.

“wait… is that—?” Nate hears it first, he smirks slightly, “…here we go,” he mutters.

Ryan exhales. Roman doesn’t react. Hollis keeps walking like it’s nothing. but it’s not nothing.

“excuse me—hi, sorry—can we get a picture?” a girl, phone already halfway up.

Hollis slows, “yeah,” he says easily.

just like that, it starts. more people recognize them, more voices, more footsteps coming closer.

“wait—Nate too?”

“Ryan—can I—?”

“oh my god Roman hi—”

you step slightly to the side instinctively, giving them space. as you’re waiting, going through your messages. Marcus send you something.

you glance up instinctively. across the gate, Hollis is leaning back in his chair, hood up, talking to Ryan while Nate says something dramatic with his hands. then like he feels you looking— his eyes lift, straight to yours.

you put your phone away and another phone is suddenly in your direction, “can you take it?” someone asks.

you blink then nod, “yeah, of course.” you take the phone, step back and frame them. Hollis glances at you for a second. you lift the phone slightly, “ready?”

they all look.

click!

you hand it back, “thank you!” the girl says. you give her a small smile, “yeah.”

another phone, “can you take one with Nate too?”

you laugh softly under your breath, “yeah, i got you.”

it keeps going. picture after picture. Hollis. Nate. Ryan. Roman. sometimes all together, sometimes separate. you’re the one holding the camera, you adjust angles, step back and tilt slightly. you don’t even realize you’re smiling.

Hollis notices. between photos—his eyes find you, again. like he’s watching that now, not the fans, you. his smile is a little bigger as he watches you give directions.

“can we get one with all of you?”

you pause, “i can take it,” you say automatically.

“no wait—” someone says, “you should be in it too.”

you blink, “…no, it’s okay.” you hand the phone back, “i got it.”you step back again. Hollis watches that too, the way you don’t step in, the way you don’t take the space.

click! flash!

it dies down slowly, but not completely. because then come the questions.

“are you guys fighting in Mexico City??”

“who are you up against?”

“is it confirmed yet?”

Ryan answers one, “next week, yeah.”

Nate adds something else. Roman keeps it minimal. Hollis says less.

someone looks at you, “are you part of the team?”

you pause for a second, everyone else does too.

you nod, “yeah.”

“what do you do?” they ask.

“she keeps us looking good after we get beaten the hell up,” Nate cuts in.

you glance at him. he grins, “something like that,” you say.

a few laughs but the attention lingers.

“have you been working with them long?”

“are you going to Mexico too?”

you nod again, “yeah.” you keep it short and controlled, not wanting to allow them to walk all over you.

Hollis’ gaze flicks to you again, sharper this time. it’s more… intentional, like something just changed.

“alright, we gotta move,” Roman says finally breaking it. “our flight is almost here.”

that works. the people nod and step back. a few last pictures. a few last “good lucks.”

you guys are moving again toward security. you glance over and Hollis is already looking at you. he doesn’t look away.

as you’re approaching security, it’s quieter, more contained. no more cameras. no more questions. just lines and bins. the energy doesn’t reset, it lingers from outside. from the way people looked at you. from the way he did. by the time you reach the gate, everyone’s quieter. phones out. bags at their feet.

“boarding in five,” Roman says, checking the screen.

Nate drops into a seat, “wake me up when we land.”

“you won’t even be asleep yet,” Ryan replies.

you stay standing, shifting your bag on your shoulder. Hollis leans against the wall nearby. not next to you but not far either. his eyes find you again briefly.

“they’re boarding,” Roman says.

everyone stands.

the line moves slowly.

you step forward with them and get your ticket scanned and then you’re on.

walking through and it’s just narrow aisles. overhead bins are slamming shut. people are already settling in.

“who’s sitting where?” Nate asks, already looking lost.

Ryan gestures, “I’m aisle.”

Roman slides into the row behind.

Nate hesitates as he glances between you and Hollis. that look again, “I’m sitting here,” he says finally. too quick. too intentional. you notice it, so does Ryan. but no one says anything.

you move toward your seat—the middle, of course you get the middle. you slide in and set your bag under the seat.

a second later, Hollis steps in beside you. window. the aisle fills and seatbelts click.

overhead announcements start. you stare forward, hands folded loosely in your lap. he leans back in his seat. your arms brush slightly, neither of you moves. the silence between you isn’t awkward. it feels heavy.

his phone buzzes. he checks it this time and everything shifts slightly. you don’t look but you feel it. his posture changes and his jaw tightens.

your gaze flicks sideways—quick. his screen lights his face and you see the name. Melissa. you look away immediately. like you didn’t see, not wanting to be seen as nosy.

Melissa: so you just disappear now?

Melissa: no call? no text?

Melissa: and now you’re in mexico with them?

he exhales quietly. types then stops. your fingers tighten slightly in your lap. you don’t look at him but you’re listening to the silence, to what he doesn’t say. his phone buzzes again.

Melissa: i saw your post.

a pause.

Melissa: who took it?

his thumb hovers over the screen, you feel it. the shift in the air between you. it’s closer, tighter even. he locks his phone. doesn’t answer her, not yet. you finally glance at him for a second.

“everything okay?” you ask casually.

he looks at you and holds it. a beat. “yeah.”

you nod like you believe him.

the plane starts to move. it’s slow at first then steady. you look forward again.

everything feels different. because she’s there. even from a distance. and whatever this is—isn’t just between you two anymore.

the plane is dim now. most people are asleep, or trying to be.

the sound of the plane fills everything. it’s steady and constant. Ryan’s asleep across the aisle. Roman’s got headphones on. Nate’s completely knocked out in front of you somewhere. but you’re still awake, barely. beside you—Hollis scrolls lazily through his phone. the screen light catching against his jaw for a second before it disappears again.

you glance over without thinking, he notices immediately, “…what,” he asks quietly.

you shake your head, “nothing.”

his mouth tilts slightly, “you do that a lot.”

“do what?”

“look at me like you’re trying to figure something out.”

you huff softly, “maybe i am.”

that gets his attention, fully this time. he locks his phone and turns slightly toward you, “…and?” he asks.

you look at him for a second then shrug. “i don’t know yet.”

a quiet laugh leaves him, low, sleepy. the plane hums around you. lights flickering softly overhead.

“when’d you start traveling?” he asks after a second.

you glance down at your hands, thinking. “young.” a beat. “like thirteen, maybe younger.”

he nods slowly, “for work?”

you let out a quiet breath, “my dad.” you lean your head back against the seat. “he hated leaving me.”

his expression shifts slightly, more attentive now, “so you just went everywhere with him?”

you nod once, “competitions. training camps. clients.” a beat.“i missed a lot of normal stuff. ”you laugh quietly. not really because it’s funny, “school dances. football games. birthdays.”

he watches you carefully, “…that sucks.”

you shrug lightly, “it is what it is.”

a pause settles.

“…i had the opposite,” he says after a second. you glance over. he leans further back in his seat, looking ahead now, “i was normal for a while.”

you raise a brow slightly, “you?”

he huffs a laugh, “yeah.” a beat.“i didn’t even take boxing serious until junior year.”

that surprises you, you can’t hide it. “…seriously?”

he nods, “before that i was making music.”

your expression changes immediately. “wait.” you turn more toward him now. “music?”

his grin appears for a second. quick. “don’t laugh.”

“i’m already going to.”

he shakes his head slightly, “soundcloud rapper.”

you stare at him then immediately laugh, quiet enough not to wake anyone— but it’s real.

he looks offended, “you said you wouldn’t.”

“i didn’t say that.”

he laughs softly under his breath. “my dad’s in a band,” he explains. “my mom works in music too.” a beat. “PR stuff. she owns a company.”

you blink, “that actually makes so much sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean.”

“you just have that vibe.”

“what vibe?”

you gesture vaguely toward him, “…like you definitely knew how to use recording software at fifteen.”

he laughs harder at that, quietly. head dropping slightly for a second. you stare at him while he does. because he looks different like this. he’s less sharp and guarded.

“you really did normal school stuff?” you ask.

“yeah.” he nods. “football games. parties. all that.” a beat.“i liked it.”

you look down slightly, thinking about that. “i don’t think i ever got attached to normal stuff long enough to miss it.”

he looks at you again, more carefully this time. “that’s kinda sad.”

you shrug lightly, “i’m fine.”

“didn’t say you weren’t.”

that lands quieter than you expect.

you pull your headphones from your bag after a second, untangling them slowly.

“you sleeping?” he asks.

“trying to.” you plug one side in and pause then hold the other earbud toward him.

his eyes flick down to it. then back to you, “serious?”

you shrug lightly, “unless your music taste sucks too.”

he takes the earbud without hesitation. your fingers brush briefly. neither of you comments on it. music fills the silence between you. it’s soft, late-night sounding. your eyes grow heavier after a while. the warmth of the plane. the music. the exhaustion. beside you—he stays awake longer. occasionally glancing over at you. you don’t realize it happens. somewhere between songs—your shoulder slips against his. then slowly—your head settles there too. against him. he’s warm and cozy. his entire body stills for half a second. he looks down at you carefully, making sure you’re actually asleep (you are, completely). head resting against him. music still low in your shared headphones. his expression softens slightly, something quieter now. because this feels different in a way. you trust him without even realizing it. and for the rest of the flight— he doesn’t move away once.

the plane lands gently, soft enough that you barely feel it at first. the shift in pressure,the wheels against the runway. the quiet ding overhead. your eyes stay closed for another second. you’re warm and comfortable, too comfortable.

you realize slowly. your head is resting against something warm. solid. someone. your eyes open immediately. the window beside you is bright now. Mexico City outside. beside you is Hollis, still sitting there, still letting you lean against him. his head turns slightly when he feels you move. hazel eyes already on you. he’s awake. your stomach drops instantly. you pull back too fast.

“oh my god.” your voice comes out quieter than you meant. you’re embarrassed, “i’m sorry.”you fix your hoodie sleeves quickly. avoiding eye contact for half a second, “i didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

Hollis just looks at you, completely calm. like this is the least shocking thing that’s happened all week, “you were tired.”

you cringe slightly anyway, “still.” a beat. “you should’ve moved me.”

his gaze lingers on your face for a second longer. he does that almost-smile again, “didn’t really want to.”

your breath catches slightly, hard enough that you hate yourself for it. you look away quickly toward the aisle. Ryan’s awake now. Roman too. Nate is staring directly at you, wide awake for once. his expression slowly shifts. realization. then a grin.

“oh my god.” you immediately sit up straighter. “don’t.”

Nate points between you and Hollis dramatically, “YOU—”

“nate,” Roman cuts in immediately. without even looking up from his phone, “quiet, please.”

Ryan’s trying not to laugh. which honestly makes it worse. you cover your face briefly with your hand, “i hate all of you.”

“that’s crazy,” Nate says still grinning. “because Hollis clearly doesn’t.”

Hollis kicks the back of Nate’s seat immediately, hard enough to make Nate laugh louder.

despite the embarrassment burning in your face—you smile too. it’s small, accidental. Hollis notices that immediately.

after pulling yourselves together, you guys walk out. the sun hits first. it settles against your skin instantly. even inside the airport. people start moving fast.

overhead announcements in spanish echo through the terminal. rolling suitcases. voices overlapping.

Nate pulls his hood off immediately, “it’s so bright” he complains.

Ryan laughs once, “because we’re in mexico.”

“i know that,” Nate mutters.

Roman adjusts the strap of his bag over his shoulder. he’s focused already. Hollis walks beside you, close enough that your arms brush every few steps in the crowd. neither of you says anything about it, from all the constant closeness, it’s normal by now. you follow the group through the airport. past signs. security. bright overhead lights.

but the deeper you get, the more obvious it becomes. people recognize them here too. it’s not everyone but a good chuck of people. a guy passing slows slightly, does a double take then nudges his friend, “bro”

Nate notices first, he grins immediately. “here we go again.”

“keep walking,” Roman says. but it’s already spreading, phones out, whispers.

“Hollis?”

“Ryan?”

“that’s them, right?”

you glance over. Hollis barely reacts but his posture changes slightly. hes more alert, more aware. fight mode. that changes the entire energy around him. he doesn’t feel soft right now. he feels prepared. the closer you get to baggage claim, the more the atmosphere shifts. now there are actual fight posters. huge screens. promos. ads rotating above the terminal. names. dates. weights.

you stop slightly when you see it. his face. up on a screen. bright against black and red graphics.

2HOLLIS. MEXICO CITY — 3.26.26

beneath it—his opponent’s name. the realization settles heavier now. this is real, not sparring, not training, a fight. you glance at him instinctively. he’s already looking at the screen too. expression unreadable, focused.

Ryan whistles low, “that’s kinda hard.”

Nate immediately takes a picture, “oh i’m posting this.”Roman shakes his head slightly but he’s grinning. “focus.” even he’s staring.

you look back at the screen one more time then at Hollis. something about seeing him there—larger than life does something to you and maybe he notices. when he looks over, his eyes catch yours instantly. you hold it for a second too long.

“hey.” a voice cuts through it. everyone turns. two men approaching with official badges around their necks. it’s fight staff. one of them smiles immediately. “welcome to mexico city.”

handshakes start. Ryan first. Roman. Nate. then Hollis. the energy shifts again the second they greet him. it’s more serious now, more professional.

“big week,” one of them says looking Hollis over carefully. “you ready?”

Hollis nods once. “yeah.” not cocky, not nervous, certain.

the staff member’s eyes shift to you, “and you are?”

before you can answer—“she’s with us,” Hollis says immediately. everyone goes quiet for half a second. you look at him. he doesn’t, he just reaches for his suitcase like he didn’t just say it like that.

the staff nods quickly, “perfect. transportation’s outside.” everyone starts moving again, toward the exit.

the doors slide open and the city hits all at once. there’s traffic, music, and noise. people are everywhere. Mexico City feels alive. it’s loud, fast, and electric.

Nate looks overwhelmed immediately, “this is insane.”

Ryan laughs. Roman’s already scanning the street. you step outside beside Hollis. the air brushes against your skin and your hair. he’s already looking at you again when you glance over. even here—in all this chaos—he still notices where you are first. a car horn blares somewhere nearby. music echoes down the street.

fight week has officially started. everything feels bigger now. the tension. the attention. him, especially him.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

your guys’ ride drops you off at the hotel. the lobby is loud. not party loud, fight loud. staff are moving fast. phones ringing. rolling suitcases across marble floors. people wearing are credentials around their necks. trainers, media, and fighters are everywhere. walking up there’s crowds of fans holding posters, dressed up, cheering.

the second you guys walk in, the atmosphere shifts again. not everybody recognizes them but enough do. heads turn instantly.

“2Hollis?!”

“that’s him.”

“next week’s fight—”

Nate notices immediately,he adjusts his hoodie like he’s on a runway. “we’re famous internationally now,” he says.

Ryan snorts, “relax.”

Roman’s focused. he’s looking around at everyone, silently watching. you stay close to the group as they move toward check-in.

the hotel is beautiful. dark wood. gold lighting. open balconies overlooking the city. everything feels warm here, it’s alive. you glance toward the massive windows near the lobby entrance. Mexico City is amazing. there’s cars, music is playing somewhere in the distance. people are everywhere.

it almost distracts you enough until a camera flash goes off nearby. you blink slightly. someone’s taking pictures, not professional, just people. fans.

“yo, Hollis!”

he turns slightly. suddenly he’s back in that mode again, controlled and observed.

the fan asks for a picture, then another.

Ryan gets stopped too. Nate immediately inserts himself into one without being asked.

“bro,” Ryan mutters.

“they love me,” Nate replies.

you laugh quietly under your breath. Hollis hears it, his eyes flick toward you instantly. for half a second everything else disappears again.

“reservation for Marcus Vale,” Roman says at the front desk. the receptionist nods quickly. typing fast.

you shift your bag higher on your shoulder, your body finally starting to feel the exhaustion now from the travel, the airport, the heat, and attention.

“rooms are ready,” the receptionist says. keycards slide across the counter. Roman takes his first, Ryan second, Nate immediately peeks over the desk, “who am i with?”

“Ryan,” Roman answers before the receptionist can.

Nate groans dramatically, “he snores.”

“you talk in your sleep,” Ryan shoots back.

“that’s different.”

you shake your head slightly then reach for your keycard. going to grab it, Hollis grabs it first. you look at him. he glances down at the number,then hands it to you. “third floor,” he says.

you take it slowly, “thanks.”

a beat.

“what room are you in?” he asks casually, too casual.

Ryan looks up immediately, Roman notices too.

you glance at the number again, “314.”

he nods once, “…i’m 318.”

your rooms close, too close for Ryan not to notice. you see it on his face instantly, the almost-smirk but he says nothing, for now.

“elevator,” Roman says, already walking away. everyone follows.

the ride up is quieter, everyone’s tired now. Nate is leaning against the wall half asleep. Ryan is scrolling on his phone. Roman is checking tomorrow’s schedule. Hollis is standing beside you, close enough that your shoulders brush every time the elevator shifts slightly.

the doors open on the third floor. everyone slows, bags dragging behind them now.

“meeting tomorrow at nine,” Roman says. “don’t disappear.”

Nate points at Hollis immediately, “that’s directed at you.”

Hollis doesn’t react which somehow makes it worse. you stop at your door, keycard in hand. everyone else keeps moving slowly down the hallway. except him, he lingers.

you glance at him once then pause slightly, “…oh wait.”

everyone looks back. Ryan already looks suspicious, “what?”

you pull your phone from your pocket and scroll once, “Marcus texted me.”

Roman straightens a little immediately, “what’d he say?”

“he’s getting here saturday morning.”

a beat. Nate blinks, “wait.”

Ryan looks at you, “…so who’s in charge until then?”

you lift your gaze slowly, “me.”

silence.

Nate bursts out laughing, “oh we’re screwed.”

“seriously,” Ryan mutters.

Roman looks mildly concerned. Hollis just watches you quietly, looking interested.

you cross your arms slightly, “training starts at five a.m.”immediate groans. “and ends at eight p.m.”

“absolutely not,” Nate says instantly.

Ryan shakes his head, “you’re evil.” Roman already looks exhausted.

you try to keep a straight face. really, you do. but then Hollis notices it first. the tiny smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. his eyes narrow slightly, “you’re joking.”

you finally laugh softly, “yeah.”

the relief is immediate. Nate puts a hand over his heart dramatically, “don’t do that shit again.”

“you believed me too fast,” you reply.

“because you sounded serious,” Ryan says.

you shrug slightly, “i can be.”

Hollis lets out a quiet laugh under his breath, enough to make you glance at him. he’s already looking at you again.

“so what are we actually doing?” Nate asks.

you lift your phone again, “i got us tickets.”

Roman pauses. Ryan looks up, “tickets for what?”

you smile slightly now, “…lucha libre.”

silence.

Nate loses his mind immediately, “NO WAY.”

Ryan laughs, “for real?”

you nod, “Arena México. tomorrow night. 8:30.”

Nate points at you dramatically, “you’re my favorite person here.”

“that changes every day,” Roman mutters.

“not anymore.”

Ryan shakes his head, grinning slightly, “that’s hard.”

even Roman looks impressed now, “good choice,” he says.

you glance toward Hollis instinctively, his gaze is already on you. “…you’ve been before?” he asks.

you shake your head, “always wanted to.” a beat. “i figured if we were coming to Mexico City, we should actually see Mexico City.”

something in his expression shifts slightly at that. it softens, just a little.

“damn,” Nate says, already pulling out his phone, “i’m posting this.”

“don’t post the location,” Roman says immediately.

“ruining my fun again.”

Ryan starts toward his room, “i’m showering first.”

“same,” Roman says.

Nate points at you once more as he backs away down the hallway, “you scared me with the five a.m. thing.”

“good,” you reply.

he groans dramatically before disappearing.

the hallway quiets again. without anyone planning it—it’s just you and Hollis left standing there, again. he leans lightly against the wall beside his door. looking at you for a second longer than necessary.“lucha libre,” he says quietly.

you nod once, “you hate the idea?”

his mouth tilts slightly, “nah.” a beat. “i think i’ll like seeing it with you.”

and there it is again. that feeling, the one that’s been impossible to ignore.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

your hotel room is quiet. the sunlight spills through the curtains reflecting on your face. Mexico City moves loudly somewhere below you. you’re sitting cross-legged near the edge of the bed, half unpacked suitcase open beside you. your laptop sits nearby, untouched.

your phone buzzes. you glance down. Hollis.

your stomach flips slightly at that last text. stupidly. you hate that it does. you stare at the screen another second then finally type back.

you roll your eyes immediately but you’re already getting up.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

the elevator doors slide open into the lobby and there he is, leaning against one of the pillars near the entrance. he’s wearing white beater, black sweats hanging low on his hips, and a black patterned bandana pulling his hair back off his face.

he looks up the second you step out and pauses slightly.

you suddenly feel very aware of your outfit. you’re wearing white sweats, a black tube top with hair down and minimal makeup.

both of you look comfortable, wear nearly the same outfit just opposite colors. you almost didn’t come down looking like this but now he’s staring like you hung the moon.

“…hi,” you say.

his eyes flick over you once before meeting yours again, “…hey.” a beat. “you actually came.”

you scoff lightly, “you literally begged.”

his mouth tilts slightly, “worked though.”

heat creeps into your face instantly. you look away first.

he pushes off the pillar, “c’mon.”

you fall into step beside him as he heads toward the exit, “where are we going?” you ask.

“food.”

“that’s not specific.”

“coffee too.”

you glance at him, “still not specific.”

he looks over at you, “you complain a lot.”

“you texted me like a lost puppy ten minutes ago.”

he laughs quietly at that. it catches you off guard a little.

the warm Mexico City air hits the second you both step outside. sunlight is reflecting off buildings. there’s music everywhere.

you walk beside him down the crowded sidewalk. close enough that your arms brush every now and then. he keeps glancing at you and he’s not subtle about it either.

you notice every single time, “what?” you finally ask.

he shrugs slightly, “nothing.”

you laugh under your breath, “you’re actually incapable of answering that question.”

“maybe.” a beat. “…you look nice.” the words land so casually you almost miss them, almost.

you glance at him immediately, “oh.”

he keeps walking like he didn’t just say something that made your heartbeat stutter, “thank you, Hollis”

his expression softens slightly like he likes that reaction, way too much.

the streets get busier the farther you walk. small food stands. people talking loudly in spanish. the smell of grilled meat and coffee in the air.

you’re looking around at everything now, taking it in, and Hollis notices that too.

“you really never been here before?” he asks.

you shake your head, “no, it’s really nice though.” you pause near a small stand with colorful signs hanging above it. “this is insane.”

he watches you instead of the stand, “yeah.”

you glance back at him, “you’re not even looking.”

his eyes stay on you another second too long, “i know.”

and there it is again. that feeling. warm and slow. the kind that makes everything around you start fading into the background.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

you guys end up at a small food stand tucked between two crowded streets. it’s filled with plastic tables, bright signs, and music playing from an old speaker somewhere behind the counter. it smells like grilled meat and coffee and something sweet you can’t place.

you’re sitting across from him now, paper tray in front of you. the drinks are sweating slightly in your hand from the heat.

everything feels weirdly normal. it’s fight but it doesn’t feel like it. there isn’t any tension and there’s isn’t people staring.

Hollis leans back slightly in his chair, one arm resting lazily against the table. his bandana’s slipping back just enough to show more of his hair now. you notice immediately.

he catches you staring, “…what.”

you shake your head quickly, “nothing.”

his eyes narrow slightly; “you’re a terrible liar.”

you laugh quietly under your breath.

“that’s literally your line.”

“guess it rubbed off.”

you take another bite of your food and pause slightly. you glance back at him, “can i ask you something?”

he nods once, “depends.”

“was your name 2hollis on soundcloud?” the reaction is immediate, he chokes slightly on his drink.

you blink, “oh my god.” you find it kind of cute how he got taken aback.

he looks away instantly, “no.” you stare at him, “that was way too fast.”

“because it wasn’t.”

you lean back slightly, suspicious now, “then what was it?”

a beat. he already looks annoyed with himself which only makes it funnier.

“…drippysoup.”

silence.

you stop moving completely. then look at him. “…your name was drippysoup?”

he groans immediately, “don’t start.”

you’re trying SO hard not to laugh, really. but the smile breaks through anyway, “that’s actually insane.”

“i was like fourteen.”

“DRIPPYSOUP?”

he drops his head briefly into his hand, “i knew i shouldn’t have told you.”

you laugh softly again. it’s not mean, or mocking, it’s genuine and slowly he realizes that.

you glance down at your drink for a second before looking back up, “i listened to your music.”

that gets his attention instantly. he looks at you properly now, “what.”

you shrug slightly, suddenly shy about it for some reason.

“my friends listened to you, so i did.”

he stares at you like he genuinely doesn’t know what to do with that information, “…you’re lying.”

“i’m not.”

“there’s no way.”

you grin slightly now, “i liked that one song.” you hum the beat softly under your breath, lightly tapping your fingers against the table, trying to remember the lyrics.

his entire expression changes because you actually know it, you’re not just pretending, “that was your favorite?” he asks.

and there’s something almost boyish about the way he says it. surprised. hopeful.

you nod, “yeah.” a beat. “i used to listen to it while doing homework.”

he laughs quietly under his breath, completely caught off guard now. “that’s kinda embarrassing.”

“for me or you?”

“both.”

you smile into your drink. he just watches you again but differently this time, softer, less guarded. like this version of him—the younger one, the awkward one. the one called drippysoup apparently isn’t something he shows people often. yet somehow—he let you see it anyway. “i never would’ve expected that,” he says finally.

you grin immediately, “looks like we were meant to meet each other, drippysoup.”

“y/n.”

you laugh again. this time he does too. like maybe this is becoming his favorite part of the trip already. there’s a shared moment of silence before you finally remember the lyrics of the song you were humming.

“you just another drippy type beat. you don’t know one thing about me, only thing you know is that you want to doubt me.” you sing happily, getting into it.

Hollis freezes, completely.

you’re still smiling slightly after singing it carelessly and happy not realizing what you just did to him.

he stares at you for a second too long, like his brain genuinely stopped working. “oh my god,” he mutters finally.

you laugh immediately, “what?”

he shakes his head once, dragging a hand down his face, “that song was so popular.”

“yeah, i was the reason. i loved it.”

“clearly.”

you grin into your drink again. he’s still looking at you like he can’t fully process this conversation happened at all.

“you actually remember the lyrics.”

“only the important art.”

he scoffs softly at that but he’s smiling now, real smiling. not the little smirk he usually hides behind. it’s something softer, warmer. you think this might be the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

people pass around you. cars move through the street nearby. music echoes. but neither of you pays attention anymore.

“you cannot tell anyone about this. only nate, roman, and ryan know.” he says finally.

you raise your brows innocently, “about drippysoup?”

“y/n.”

you laugh again. he shakes his head, trying to hide his own. trying and failing.

a small silence settles between you after that. comfortable this time. you finish the last sip of your drink, setting it down lightly against the table.

“so,” you say softly, glancing back at him. “what else are you hiding from me?”

his eyes meet yours instantly. for a second the energy shifts again. its slower now.

his gaze flicks briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes, “a lot,” he says quietly.

your breath catches slightly. because suddenly, it doesn’t feel like you’re talking about music anymore. and judging by the look on his face—he knows that too.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

the food stand slowly starts getting busier around you. more people crowding the tables. voices overlapping. music drifting louder from somewhere farther down the street. the city is more awake now.

Hollis glances around once before looking back at you, “wanna walk?”

you nod immediately, “yeah.”

he stands first, grabbing both empty trays before you can. you notice that too.

by the time you step back onto the sidewalk, the sun’s shifted lower.

everything glows warmer now. gold against buildings, against people, against him.

the streets are crowded. vendors are lining the sidewalks. small shops. music playing from open doorways, people dancing. you stay close beside him as you walk,naturally close.

every once in a while someone brushes past too quickly and his hand finds the small of your back instinctively, guiding you closer to him. each time—he leaves it there a second too long and each time—your heart reacts embarrassingly fast.

you stop briefly near a small stand filled with jewelry and random trinkets. rings. bracelets. little charms hanging from hooks. you lean slightly closer to look at them, “these are cute.”

Hollis stands beside you quietly watching you. the older woman behind the table smiles immediately and says something in spanish too fast for you to catch.

you blink, smiling awkwardly. “i have no idea what she just said.”

Hollis laughs quietly under his breath, “she said your boyfriend should buy you something.”

your head snaps toward him instantly, “oh.” heat rushes into your face immediately. you can’t tell if he’s being serious, you had no idea he knew Spanish, he’s white. like really white.

the woman says something else now, clearly amused. Hollis answers her this time and somehow that’s worse, way worse.

you stare at him, “what did you say?”

his mouth tilts slightly, “nothing important.”

“hollis.”

he just reaches toward the table instead, picking up a thin silver ring with a small black stone set into it. it’s pretty.

his eyes flick to your hand briefly then back to the ring. “this one looks like you.”

your breath catches slightly because he says it so casually, like it’s obvious.

you stare at him for a second too long, “you don’t even know me that well.”

his gaze stays on yours, “feels like i do.”

silence.

the loudness of the city suddenly feels very far away. he buys the ring before you can argue.

you immediately shake your head, “Hollis—”

“relax.” he takes your hand gently before you can pull away. he slides the ring onto your finger himself. his fingers brush yours slowly and carefully. neither of you moves, the ring fits perfectly.

you look down at it then back at him, “you do this with every girl you drag through mexico city?”

he laughs softly, “you think there’s other girls?”

you try to ignore what that answer does to you, really. you continue walking after that, slower now. your shoulder brushing his every few steps. the ring cool against your skin. you’re talking again about random things. music. Massachusetts. LA. stories from when you were younger.

somewhere between one street and the next, Hollis realizes something. something quiet. because while you’re talking—smiling slightly—looking around at the city like you want to remember all of it—he notices he hasn’t thought about the fight once. not his opponent. not the pressure. not Thursday. nothing. just you. and that scares him a little more than the fight ever could.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

the hotel is louder today. music is playing the hallway, you think it’s coming from Nate and Ryan’s room. the sunlight pours through the windows in warm gold streaks. everyone’s in a better mood, even Roman. which honestly might be the weirdest part because he’s usually the calmest. you’re sitting on the bathroom counter in your room, fixing your makeup in the mirror when your phone buzzes. it’s Nate.

you laugh quietly under your breath. another text comes through almost immediately. you shake your head, typing back quickly.

fifteen minutes later, the hallway outside the rooms is chaos already. Ryan’s leaning against the wall fixing the sleeves of his leather jacket. Roman’s scrolling through his phone beside him. Nate’s pacing around wearing sunglasses indoors for absolutely no reason.

“finally,” Nate says dramatically the second he sees you.

then pauses, “okay wait.”

Ryan looks up too. Roman finally glances away from his phone.

all three of them are staring, you blink slightly. “what.”

“you look nice,” Ryan says first.

Nate points immediately, “like suspiciously nice.”

“that doesn’t even mean anything.”

“it means Hollis is about to forget where he is.”

“shut up,” Roman mutters automatically.

you roll your eyes slightly, trying not to smile. your outfit’s simple. you’re wearing fitted dark jeans. a black top with a denim jacket, gold hoops, and glossy lips. you like looking put together

the second another door opens down the hallway, you know exactly why they reacted like that.

Hollis steps out wearing black jeans and oversized white zip up. his rings are glinting faintly under the lights and he has a bandana tied over his hair again. his eyes land on you immediately. the conversation dies for half a second because he genuinely stops moving.

Nate notices instantly, “oh my god,” he whispers dramatically.

Ryan starts laughing immediately. Roman closes his eyes briefly like he’s already tired.

Hollis ignores all of them, completely. still looking at you, “hey.” his voice is quieter now.

you feel heat creep into your face immediately, “hi.”

a beat. then his eyes flick slowly over your outfit once. not disrespectful. not rushed. just enough to completely ruin your ability to think.

“you look pretty.”

silence.

Ryan physically turns away laughing.

Nate grabs Roman’s arm aggressively, “nah, he just said that out loud.”

“i heard him,” Roman mutters.

you stare at Hollis for a second—completely caught off guard. it feels different hearing it from him directly.

“thank you,” you say softly.

his expression shifts slightly at that. he looks warmer like he likes hearing you say that too much.

“can we GO now?” Nate groans loudly. “before these two start staring at each other again.”

“you’re annoying,” Ryan tells him.

“and i’m right.”

Roman pushes himself off the wall finally, “let’s go then.”

everyone starts moving again. the energy comes back instantly. Nate already talking about buying lucha libre masks. Ryan making fun of him. Roman pretending not to care.

between all the noise and movement, Hollis still ends up beside you. close enough that his hand brushes yours for half a second as you walk. not accidental, probably.

you glance at him. he’s already looking at you again. as you’re looking, it’s day two and you already Mexico City might actually be making those feelings you have for Hollis worse, way worse.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

warm lighting spills across the table. half-finished drinks, shared plates, and phones are scattered everywhere.

everyone’s actually having a good time, real good.

Nate’s talking with his hands dramatically about something Ryan said ten minutes ago. Ryan’s laughing hard enough he can barely respond. Roman’s leaned back in his chair, quieter than the rest but still smiling slightly every now and then.

Hollis has barely looked away from you all afternoon. you notice it every single time.

“how was training this morning?” you ask finally, leaning back slightly in your chair.

Nate groans immediately, “too early.”

Ryan nods, “way too early.”

“nine a.m. should genuinely be illegal,” Nate mutters.

you laugh softly, “i’m sorry guys, but it was either early in the morning or missing the fight.”

“okay when you say it like that,” Ryan says, “it sounds reasonable.”

“because it was reasonable,” Roman replies.

Nate points at him dramatically, “you’re turning against me.”

Roman grins, “i never joined you.”

you shake your head slightly, smiling into your drink. it’s nice today. it’s like everyone forgot the pressure for a little while.

your attention shifts beside you when Hollis says quietly—“you never played Pokémon?”

you look at him immediately, “am i supposed to have?”

his stare is almost offended,“yes.”

Ryan laughs instantly. Nate sits forward dramatically, “wait—wait—hold on.”

Roman finally looks interested now too.

“you seriously never played it?” Hollis asks again.

you shrug, “i knew people who did?”

Hollis drops back into his chair slightly like this information genuinely upset him, “that’s insane.”

“i was busy fighting people,” you defend.

“you could’ve fought people and played Pokémon.”

“apparently not.”

he shakes his head once, then starts explaining anyway. he’s completely serious. “okay so basically—”

you try not to laugh immediately because he’s so focused now. his hands are moving slightly while he talks. “there’s different regions, different generations—”

Nate’s already recording on his phone. Ryan’s laughing again. Roman watches him with a cheeky smile.

Hollis ignores all of them, “and everyone picks a starter first,” he continues.

you lean closer slightly, “starter?”

“yeah.”

“like a beginning Pokémon?”

his eyes light up slightly, “exactly.”

“okay wait,” you say, now genuinely invested. “that’s kinda cute.”

“i know right,” Hollis says immediately.

Nate zooms in dramatically with his phone, “this is the happiest he’s been all week.”

“shut up,” Hollis mutters without looking away from you.

you laugh softly again.

while he’s still explaining something about evolution chains—you lean in closer to hear him over the noise of the restaurant. his arm resting against the back of your chair now. your faces too close. both smiling, completely focused on each other.

“so what would my starter be?” you ask.

Hollis looks at you for a second too long thinking, “eevee.”

Roman holds back a laugh, “are you saying that because eevee’s weakness is fighting,”

you look offended, “is that why you said that.” you look at Hollis for an answer.

“what? no—no.” he replies immediately.

Nate’s laughing again.

after a couple minutes,Roman flips his phone around toward himself.

“we’re live.”

Nate immediately leans into frame, “hello mexico city.”

Ryan throws up a peace sign beside him. comments start flooding instantly.

Nate starts reading them out loud dramatically, “‘where’s hollis’—relax.”

Roman turns the camera slightly across the table. Hollis notices immediately. he lifts his hand and makes a small heart toward the camera. the comments start moving. you laugh softly beside him and wave at the camera. Ryan flashes another peace sign.

Nate gasps dramatically at the screen, “oh, they’re freaking out.”

“why?” Roman asks.

he turns the screen toward Roman, “because y/n’s here.”

you raise your eyebrows. Ryan laughs.

Hollis just glances at you again. that same look. warm. amused. too soft.

for the second time already— with the music. the lights. the laughter around the table. it doesn’t even feel like fight week anymore. it just feels like all of you wanted to end up here together.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

the sun’s already gone down by the time all of you leave the restaurant.

the closer you get to Arena México, the crazier the streets become. everywhere you look there’s lucha libre merch. shirts. posters. kids running around in tiny capes. people already wearing masks before even getting inside.

Nate looks like he’s about to lose his mind, “this is hard,” he says immediately. he’s already standing in front of a vendor table covered in masks.

the vendor table stretches longer than you thought. there’s rows and rows of masks hanging under bright lights. gold. red. black. silver. every design is louder than the next.

Ryan laughs, “you’ve been here twelve seconds.”

“look at these!” he picks one up dramatically. it’s bright red and gold.

Roman stares at it once, “absolutely not.”

“you hate joy.”

“i hate that mask specifically.”

you laugh quietly beside them, looking over the table yourself. there’s hundreds. different colors. different designs. some glittering under the lights.

you reach toward a black one with silver detailing,

“this one’s kinda cool.”

Hollis steps up beside you immediately. he’s close enough that your shoulder brushes his, “yeah,” he says quietly. “it looks mean.”

you glance at him, “…mean?”

“respectfully.”

you snort softly. the vendor starts speaking rapidly in spanish. smiling while pointing between all of you. Nate responds with the worst spanish accent imaginable.

Roman physically recoils, “stop talking.”

Ryan’s laughing too hard to help. the vendor thankfully, understands anyway.

Hollis picks up another mask—black and white this time. it’s a clean design. he holds it toward you. “this one’s yours.”

you blink slightly, “you picked one for me?”

“yeah.” he says simply like it’s obvious.

you take it slowly, “…you’re weirdly good at this.”

his mouth tilts slightly, “i know.”

Nate suddenly appears beside both of you wearing a bright green mask already. “be honest,” he says dramatically. “i look hard.”

Ryan immediately loses it laughing, “you look twelve.”

“you’re jealous.”

Roman’s holding a dark blue mask now, pretending he’s not interested while clearly inspecting the stitching.

you smile to yourself because somehow, all of them are excited. even Roman.

Nate’s argues with Ryan over which one looks “more intimidating.”

and Roman’s pretending not to care while still holding two different masks in each hand.

Hollis is standing beside you quietly now. watching you with the mask he picked out for you. as you’re looking through, you pause suddenly. eyes catching on one hanging slightly farther back. all white. it’s simple compared to the others. clean lines.

you reach for it slowly, “wait.”

Hollis glances toward you. you turn toward him holding the mask up slightly, “this one.”

his brows lift faintly,“for me?”

you nod once, “yeah.”

he takes it from your hands carefully, looking down at it for a second. he looks back at you, “why this one?”

you shrug lightly, trying to act casual, “it looks like you.”

his eyes stay on you steadily, “how.”

you glance back at the mask, “…i don’t know.” you smile slightly “it’s calmer than the others.” a beat. “but it still looks intimidating.”

Ryan physically turns toward you immediately, “that was the nicest way anyone’s ever called him scary.”

Nate points dramatically, “she’s right though.”

Roman looks between the mask and Hollis once, “yeah.”

Hollis ignores all of them completely, still staring at you instead. something unreadable flickering across his face. he slowly pulls the mask on. the white against his blonde and brown hair somehow makes his eyes stand out even more.

you blink once then twice because unfortunately—he looks insanely good.

Nate notices your expression immediately, “oh, she likes that one.”

“shut up,” you mutter instantly.

Ryan starts laughing again. Roman shakes his head slightly.

Hollis tilts his head toward you slightly from behind the mask, “you picked good.”

your stomach flips embarrassingly fast at how low his voice sounds through it. you look away first, “yeah well.”

you reach for another mask quickly just to do something. but before you can fully turn—his fingers catch lightly around your wrist. gentle and brief.

you glance back at him immediately. he lifts the mask slightly above his mouth just enough to speak properly, quiet enough that the others can’t hear this time. “you really think this looks like me?”

the noise of the street suddenly feels far away again.

you swallow once, “kinda. you obviously look better but—” you stop yourself from continuing.

his eyes stay on yours for another second, too long. he finally smiles slightly beneath the mask and lets go of your wrist. “good,” he says softly. like your opinion mattered way more than it should’ve.

Ryan finally grabs a black and red one. “okay wait,” he says. “we need a picture.”

“absolutely,” Nate agrees immediately.

within seconds everyone’s crowding together on the sidewalk. masks half on. half off. laughing too much to stand still properly. you end up between Hollis and Ryan. Nate’s trying to set his phone up against a nearby pole.

“this is either gonna work,” he says. “or my phone’s getting stolen.”

“great setup,” Roman mutters.

the timer starts. everyone immediately starts talking over each other.

“move over!”

“you move!”

“Ryan, stop pushing me!”

“i’m literally standing still.”

you’re laughing hard enough your stomach hurts by the time the picture actually takes. right before it does, Hollis leans slightly closer behind you. one hand brushing briefly against your waist to steady himself. his mask pushed up enough that you can still see his eyes, already on you— always on you lately.

click!

the photo captures all of it. the laughter. the city lights. the chaos. and him looking at you like he forgot there were other people in the frame at all.

“okay,” Nate says immediately after grabbing his phone again.

“that’s getting posted.”

“absolutely not,” Roman replies.

“absolutely yes.”

you guys end up getting the vendor to take a picture of you guys on your phone.

you’re still smiling as the massive lights of Arena México come into view down the street. the crowd is louder now, the energy is bigger. all of you start walking faster without even meaning to, like kids. like none of you can wait to get inside.

﹏𓃬_𓃮𓃮﹏𓃮﹏ 𓃮

the inside of the arena is insane. there’s lights flashing everywhere, music loud enough to feel in your chest, and thousands of people packed into rows of seats already screaming before the match even starts.

the second all of you walk in, Nate completely loses his mind, “this is fire!”

Ryan laughs, “you sound like a little kid.”

“because this is awesome.”

Roman’s trying to act composed, really trying. but even he’s looking around impressed.

you can’t help smiling either. the energy inside the arena is contagious. everywhere you look people are wearing masks. they’re chanting and waving signs.

and beside you, Hollis is already watching everything with this quiet grin on his face, more relaxed than you’ve seen him in days.

“okay wait,” Nate says suddenly.“before we sit down.” he points aggressively. “we have to take more pictures. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“obviously,” Ryan replies.

within seconds everyone’s crowding together again near the railing overlooking the arena floor. the lights from the ring glow against all of you. bright blues. reds. gold. you still have your mask pushed halfway up onto your head, same with everyone else.

Nate’s taking selfies first, bad ones.

“bro, move.”

“i literally can’t.”

“Roman smile.”

“i am smiling.”

“that isn’t smiling.”

you end up taking a few pictures of all three of them together. then Roman takes one of you and Ryan. then Nate forces everyone into another group picture.

eventually, without really planning it— it ends up just being you and Hollis near the railing.

“hold on,” Ryan says immediately. “stay there.”

you glance over. Ryan already has his phone up, grinning.

“what are you doing?”

“the lighting’s good.”

you laugh softly under your breath while Hollis steps closer beside you naturally. close enough that your shoulder presses against his.

the arena lights flash across his white mask still pushed above his forehead. his rings. his hair. you turn toward him slightly to say something and he leans closer at the exact same time to hear you over the noise. suddenly your faces are way too close.

“what?” he asks quietly.

Ryan snaps the picture immediately. then another. and another.

Nate physically recoils looking at the screen, “oh my god.”

“what?” you ask.

Ryan turns the phone around. the picture looks intimate, way too intimate. both of you leaning toward each other, smiling slightly, eyes only on each other, like the rest of the arena disappeared.

you look away from the screen first, “…delete it.”

“absolutely not,” Nate says immediately.

Hollis doesn’t say delete it either, which honestly feels worse.

before you can think too hard about it, the lights suddenly dim. the entire arena erupts. people start screaming. music starts exploding through the speakers. lights flashing around the ring.

all of you are hyped again.

“OH MY GOD,” Nate yells.

Ryan’s already standing, Roman too.

you laugh while pulling your mask down over your face properly this time. the wrestlers enter dramatically and the crowd starts chanting instantly.

for the next two hours, all of you completely lose yourselves in it.

you guys are cheering, laughing, and screaming when someone gets thrown out of the ring.

Nate’s yelling in support for people he learned the names of thirty seconds ago. Ryan’s recording everything. Roman’s actually invested now despite denying it earlier.

Hollis keeps glancing over at you during the matches because every time something insane happens—your entire face lights up, laughing openly, grabbing Ryan’s arm dramatically, shouting at the ring, completely forgetting to stay guarded. honestly, he thinks that might be his favorite version of you yet.

at one point during a louder match, you lean toward him excitedly to say something. your hand lands instinctively on his arm. neither of you notices at first, until you both do—simultaneously. you pause, he looks down briefly at your hand then back at you. even with thousands of people screaming around you— the moment somehow still feels quiet. your hand stays there another second too long then you slowly pull away. but afterward, Hollis stands just a little closer to you for the rest of the night.

by the time you guys leave the arena, your ears are ringing. the streets outside are still packed with people chanting and laughing, cars are barely moving through traffic, vendors yelling over each other. somehow, all of you are STILL talking over each other too, or at least trying to.

“that last match!—” Nate starts loudly before his voice cracks immediately.

everyone goes silent for half a second.

then Ryan bursts out laughing, again. “oh my god.”

Nate grabs his throat dramatically, “…ow.”

you try to respond—and immediately realize your voice sounds just as bad. it’s completely raspy from screaming all night. which somehow makes Ryan laugh harder, “no way.”

you glare at him weakly, “shut up.”your voice barely works.

Roman actually smiles this time, a real smile. “you two sound horrible.”

“worth it,” Nate croaks instantly.

“absolutely worth it,” you agree.

Hollis glances over at you beside him. his grin appears immediately when he hears how destroyed your voice is. “you were screaming louder than Nate.”

you point at him accusingly, “because he kept standing up.”

“that’s true,” Ryan says.

“he almost hit me three times.”

Nate shrugs proudly, “i was invested.”

all of you keep talking the entire ride back to the hotel. you guys are showing each other videos, arguing over favorite matches, and talking about how insane the crowd was.

underneath all the joking, there’s something quieter too, it’s gratitude because moments like this don’t happen often. all of you know that.

the hotel hallway is calmer when you finally get back. everyone is noticeably more tired now. everyone’s voices are rough, the energy finally starts to crash.

“tomorrow’s gonna hurt,” Ryan mutters.

“my throat already hurts,” Nate whispers dramatically.

Roman shakes his head once, “goodnight.”

everyone slowly starts splitting off toward their rooms. you’re digging through your bag for your keycard when you realize Hollis is still standing there beside you, not leaving yet.

you glance up at him slightly, “you don’t have to wait.”

“i know.”

your stomach flips a little at how easily he says it. the hallway suddenly feels quieter than before, warmer too. you finally get your keycard out. your voice is still rough when you speak again. “…thank you for today and yesterday.”

his eyes stay on yours, “yeah?”

you nod softly, “i haven’t had fun like that in a long time.”

something in his expression changes slightly at that, it softens. “me neither.”

silence settles between you after that. it’s not awkward, just close. too close maybe.

you lean lightly back against the hotel door behind you, still holding the keycard loosely in your hand. Hollis steps a little nearer without really thinking about it, or maybe he is thinking about it, which honestly feels worse.

his sleeves are pushed up slightly, his hair messy from the mask, and his rings catching faintly under the hallway lights.

all you can hear is your own heartbeat. his gaze drops briefly toward your mouth then slowly back to your eyes.

your breath catches slightly because the tension changes all at once. it’s quieter now, heavier.

“your voice sounds terrible,” he says softly.

you let out the smallest laugh, “…you too.”

another step closer, not enough to touch. just enough that you feel surrounded by him suddenly. his warmth. his cologne. everything.

you should probably say goodnight, instead you stay exactly where you are, looking at him. Hollis looks like he’s trying very hard to keep himself under control right now. his jaw tightens slightly before he finally exhales through his nose. “…i should probably go.”

the fact he says probably makes your chest tighten. you nod once, slowly. “…probably.”

neither of you moves immediately.

finally, he reaches out. his fingers brushing lightly against the ring he bought you yesterday still sitting on your hand. his thumb runs across it once. gentle. absentminded. that almost feels more intimate than a kiss would’ve.

his eyes lift back to yours afterward, “…goodnight, y/n.” he says low and quiet.

you swallow once, “goodnight, Hollis.”

he holds your gaze one second longer then finally steps away, walking backward down the hallway for half a second before turning fully.

you don’t move until he disappears because if he stayed another minute—you’re not sure either of you would’ve kept pretending anymore.

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Hollis was done with East LA. The constant snap of camera shutters, the swarm of paparazzi lurking at every corner, the gridlocked traffic that turned every drive into a slow crawl of exhaust and noise… it all wore on him like sandpaper. He craved something simpler: quiet mornings, the crunch of leaves under his shoes on an empty sidewalk, the kind of peace normal people took for granted. So he left.

Malibu delivered exactly what he’d been searching for. His new house sat perched on a quiet street just blocks from the beach, with generous space between neighbors and sweeping ocean views that shifted from gold to deep indigo as the sun set. The new place was massive, though… too many empty rooms echoing with his own footsteps. The silence that had once seemed like paradise now felt a little too vast.

The next morning he drove to the local animal shelter looking for a companion. He found the perfect one almost immediately: Teddy, a full-grown golden retriever with a plush coat the color of warm caramel and a tail that never stopped wagging. Their bond was instant. Hollis spoiled him rotten. Plush toys that squeaked, ropes for tug-of-war, and enough treats to stock a small pantry.

He’d also thrown himself into working out harder than ever. Mornings became runs along the winding neighborhood streets, Teddy trotting happily beside him. The air was always perfect here: cool and breezy, carrying the faint crash of distant waves and the sweet scent of blooming jasmine from someone’s yard. For the first time in years, Hollis felt free.

But Teddy still had boundless energy to burn. So every night after dinner, Hollis clipped on the leash again. Their walks happened under the soft glow of streetlights and the silver wash of the moon, the only sounds the distant hush of the ocean and the rhythmic click of Teddy’s nails on the pavement. The first few nights, the streets were empty. Then he saw you.

You were maybe thirty yards ahead, long hair swaying down your back in dark waves that caught the moonlight. Those black leggings clung to the curve of your hips and ass with every step, and you moved with an easy rhythm, head bobbing faintly to whatever played through your headphones. Even from a distance, something about you pulled at him… magnetic, alive in the quiet dark. He told himself it was nothing. Just a passing glance. But night after night, he found himself timing his walks to yours.

He felt like a creep for it. Fantasizing about a woman he’d never spoken to. Wondering what your voice sounded like, what made you laugh, whether your dog was as much of a handful as Teddy. Still, he kept walking. Kept hoping for a real chance.

One night, the opportunity finally came.

You weren’t far ahead this time. Your dog had stopped to relieve itself on the grass near the curb, and you crouched down with a bag in hand. Hollis’s heart kicked against his ribs. Now or never.

He cleared his throat as he approached, trying not to startle you.

It didn’t work.

You jerked forward with a sharp curse, nearly losing your balance. Teddy’s ears perked up curiously as Hollis froze, hands half-raised.

“Shit—sorry,” he said quickly. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

You turned, still crouched, and looked up at him. Even in the dim light he could see the flash of annoyance in your eyes. You rose slowly, brushing your hands off on your leggings. “Can I help you?”

Hollis gave his best disarming smile, palms still out in surrender. “I just moved into the neighborhood a couple weeks ago. I’ve seen you out walking your dog while I’m walking mine. Figured I’d say hi instead of just… awkwardly nodding at each other from a distance every night. I’m Hollis.”

You studied him for a long moment, arms loosely crossed. The streetlight painted soft shadows across your face. “Hollis,” you repeated, tone flat but not entirely cold. “A stranger telling me he’s been watching me walk my dog at night. Super normal. Totally not creepy at all.”

He winced, cheeks burning. The honesty in your voice made him laugh despite himself… low and sheepish. But you’d called him a stranger. You didn’t know who he was. He liked that. “Yeah… when you put it like that, it sounds terrible. I promise I’m not a weirdo. Just new here and kind of… lonely, I guess. My dog’s great company, but he’s not exactly great at conversation.”

You glanced down at Teddy, who was wagging his tail so hard his whole body shook, then back up at Hollis. He was really tall. Broad shoulders, easy posture, warm hazel eyes that looked genuinely embarrassed. Cute, too. Dangerously cute.

You exhaled, the annoyance softening. “I’m Y/N.” You hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand. His grip was firm but careful, palm warm against yours.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, voice quieter now. “Look, no pressure, but… I’d love to walk with you sometime. If you’re down.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, thinking. Malibu had been peaceful, sure… but also a little boring lately. And this tall, awkward, stupidly attractive guy with the friendly golden retriever was standing here looking at you like you’d just offered him the moon instead of a maybe.

“What the hell,” you said with a small smirk. “Why not. Give me your phone.”

He fumbled it out of his pocket, nearly dropping it in his hurry. You typed your number in and handed it back, fingers brushing.

“Text me,” you told him, already turning back toward your dog. “But if you turn out to be a serial killer, I’m letting my dog eat you.”

Hollis grinned, wide and genuine, as Teddy leaned happily against his leg. “Fair enough. Have a good night, Y/N.”

As you walked away, hips swaying under the streetlights, Hollis let out a long breath and looked down at Teddy.

“We did it, buddy,” he murmured, scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Now don’t fuck it up for me.”

**

The next afternoon, Hollis’s text came through simple and low-pressure.

Hollis: Hey Y/N, it’s Hollis from last night. Still down for that walk? Teddy’s already staring at the leash like I promised him a date.

You smiled despite yourself and replied.

You: Sure. 8:30? Don’t be late, pretty boy.

That night the air was cooler, carrying the sharp salt of the ocean. You met at the corner conjoining your two streets. Hollis looked unfairly good in a black hoodie and sweats, Teddy trotting happily beside him. Your own dog sniffed Teddy curiously before the two of them settled into an easy rhythm.

“So,” Hollis started, glancing sideways at you with a small smile, “what’s your story, Y/N? You always walk this late or am I just lucky?”

You shrugged, keeping your tone light but guarded. “Helps me unwind. I like the quiet. Most people are inside by now.”

“Same. I used to live somewhere a lot louder. Couldn’t even hear myself think.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Kinda nice running into someone who gets it. Especially when she looks as good as you do under streetlights.”

You raised an eyebrow, fighting a smirk. “Flirting already? Bold.”

“Can’t help it,” he admitted, voice warm. “You’re distracting. In a good way.”

You talked for over an hour… about music, favorite beaches, the weird neighbor with the flamingo lawn ornaments, why golden retrievers were clearly the superior dog breed. Hollis listened like every word mattered, laughing easily, stealing glances at your mouth when you spoke. He never pushed, but the compliments kept slipping in: how your laugh sounded, how you moved, how he’d been looking forward to this all day.

You kept your walls up, giving him just enough to keep him trying. “I don’t really do the whole relationship thing,” you said at one point, casual. “Too messy.”

Hollis nodded, eyes steady on yours. “Didn’t ask for that. Just like talking to you. And if I’m being honest… I’ve been thinking about you since that first night I saw you.”

You felt heat pool low in your stomach. Fuck. He was dangerous.

The walks became routine. Three, four nights a week. Each one stretched longer. Hollis worked for it… bringing you a coffee one night, remembering the band you mentioned, teasing you gently when your dog tangled the leashes. He never hid the crush, but he kept it respectful, letting the tension simmer. You played hard to get, brushing off some compliments, making him earn every smile, every lingering look. But the ache between your legs after each walk told the truth: you wanted him. Badly.

A couple weeks later, you both agreed to leave the dogs at home. They were both already crashed for the night.

The neighborhood was dead quiet, just the faint hum of the ocean and the occasional rustle of palm fronds. He was mid-sentence… something about a terrible movie he’d watched, when you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed the front of his hoodie, pulled him down, and kissed him hard.

Hollis froze for half a second, eyes wide, then groaned low in his throat and kissed you back like he’d been starving for it. His hands slid to your waist, yanking you flush against him as he deepened it, tongue sliding against yours, tasting like mint and want. You stumbled backward until your back hit a wooden telephone pole. The rough grain pressed through your thin tank top.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed against your mouth, hands roaming. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair. “Then stop talking and do something about it.”

He suggested walking back to his house, but you shook your head no. He was confused. You spoke up. “What… you don’t wanna fuck me right here? You don’t think that would be fun?”

His eyes widened. Fuck. You were a freak.

The risk hit you both at the same time. Anyone could walk by. A car. A neighbor. But that only made it hotter.

Hollis’s hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts, fingers finding you soaked. “Shit, you’re dripping,” he muttered, voice rough. He shoved your shorts and panties to the side while you pushed his sweats down just enough to free his cock… hard, thick, and already leaking.

He lifted you like you weighed nothing, pinning your back to the pole. Your legs wrapped around his waist. One thrust and he buried himself inside you in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck—Hollis,” you gasped at the stretch.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “So tight… been thinkin’ about this pussy every night.” He started moving, deep and quick, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet street. “That’s it, baby. Take it right here where anyone could see.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit. The danger made everything sharper… the cool night air on your exposed skin, the way his cock filled you so completely, the filthy sound of how wet you were.

He fucked you harder, breath hot against your ear. “You like this? Letting me fuck you against a pole like a little slut? What if someone walks by and sees me buried in this pretty pussy?”

You clenched around him, moaning. The words pushed you closer. He shifted angles, hitting deeper, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Come on, Y/N. Cum on my cock before we get caught.”

You shattered first, biting his shoulder to muffle your cry as your orgasm ripped through you. Hollis followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken groan, hips stuttering.

For a moment you just panted against each other, hearts hammering, his cum already starting to drip down your thigh.

“Shit,” he laughed breathlessly, kissing you again. “We’re insane.”

“Yeah,” you smirked, legs still shaking as he lowered you. “Let’s do it again next week.”

**

After that night, the pattern shifted.

Once a week you’d text each other: Dogs staying home. You’d meet under the streetlights and find a new spot like addicts chasing the thrill.

One night he bent you over the hood of a parked Tesla on a quiet cul-de-sac, your cheek against the cool metal while he railed you from behind, hand fisted in your hair. “Quiet, baby. Don’t want the owner waking up to see me destroying this pussy,” he growled, spanking you lightly when you moaned too loud.

Another time you rode him on a secluded bench near the cliffs, his hands gripping your ass as you bounced on his cock under the stars. The ocean crashed below while he whispered filthy praise: “Look at you using me like a toy. Such a greedy girl.”

Then there was the night against the side of an empty vacation rental, your legs over his forearms, your back to his chest, in a standing full nelson while he pounded up into you. The risk felt higher here… motion sensor lights could flick on any second. “Gonna fill you up again,” he panted, sweat-slick. “Want you dripping my cum the whole walk home.”

Each time was hotter, riskier, more addictive. Hollis never pushed for more than this raw, filthy arrangement. He knew you didn’t do relationships. But the way he looked at you while buried inside you… hungry, reverent, a little obsessed… made your mind wander into dangerous territory.

**

The next text came through on a warm Thursday night: Wanna leave the dogs home?

Your reply was immediate: Already asleep. Usual corner in 15.

You met under the familiar streetlight. Hollis looked hungry the second he saw you in your tiny black shorts and cropped hoodie. No dogs. Just the two of you, hearts already racing with that addictive mix of nerves and lust you’d both grown addicted to.

“Got a new spot tonight,” he murmured, voice low as he pulled you close for a brief, teasing kiss. His hand slid down to squeeze your ass possessively. “Little overlook off the beach path. Semi-hidden by some rocks and bushes, but anyone walking the trail below could look up at the right angle. You down?”

The words alone made you throb. “Lead the way, pretty boy.”

The walk there was charged. Your arms brushed constantly. The salty ocean breeze cooled your skin while heat pooled between your thighs. By the time you reached the secluded overlook, a small wooden platform tucked behind scrubby bushes and low rocks, with a railing overlooking the dark beach below… your nipples were hard against your top and Hollis was already half-hard in his sweats.

The moment you were behind the rocks, he shoved you against the wooden railing. His mouth crashed into yours, tongue filthy and demanding, tasting like toothpaste and barely contained need. One big hand gripped your jaw while the other shoved under your shorts, fingers gliding through your soaked folds.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against your lips. “You’re so fucking wet already. This public shit really gets you going, huh? My dirty little exhibitionist.”

“Shut up and touch me,” you hissed, but your hips rocked against his fingers shamelessly.

He chuckled darkly, sinking two thick fingers into you without warning. The wet squelch was obscene in the quiet night. “Hear that? Your pussy is so loud for me. What if someone’s walking the beach right now? They’d hear exactly how soaked you are for my cock.”

You moaned, biting his bottom lip as he finger-fucked you faster, curling against that spot that made your knees weak. The risk… the very real chance a late-night beachgoer or neighbor could glance up and see you getting railed against the railing, had become your shared kink. It made everything sharper, dirtier, more electric.

Hollis dropped to his knees suddenly, yanking your shorts and panties down in one motion. He shoved your thighs apart and buried his face in your pussy like a man starved. His tongue dragged long and flat over your clit before sucking it hard between his lips. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring you mixed with the distant crash of waves.

“Fuuuck— Hollis,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. Your back arched against the railing as he ate you like he wanted to drown in you. He groaned into your cunt, the vibration making you shudder. “Right there— shit, your tongue feels so good.”

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny with your arousal. “Taste so fucking sweet. Cum on my tongue first, baby. Let me drink it all up before I wreck this pussy.”

He attacked your clit again, two fingers pumping deep and fast. You came hard, thighs clamping around his head, biting your own arm to muffle the loud moan that tried to rip out of you. He kept licking you through it, greedy, until your legs shook.

Hollis stood, spinning you around so your stomach pressed against the railing. He shoved your shorts down further, kicked your legs apart, and freed his cock. Thick, veiny, and rock hard, the tip already glistening.

He rubbed it along your soaked slit. “You want it? Want me to fuck you right here where anyone could see?”

“Yes— fuck me,” you demanded, pushing back against him.

He thrust in deep in one brutal stroke, stretching you open. “That’s it. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping against your ass, the wet slap of skin loud in the night air. One hand gripped your hip, the other reached around to rub your swollen clit. “God, this pussy is choking me. So fucking tight and wet. You love getting railed in public, don’t you?”

“Yes— fuck, harder,” you moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. The railing creaked under your weight. Below, the dark beach stretched out, empty for now, but the possibility lingered like foreplay.

After a few minutes he pulled out, breathing ragged. “On the bench. Now.”

There was a sturdy wooden bench a few feet back, partially hidden by the bushes. He sat down and pulled you on top, straddling him reverse cowgirl so you both faced the railing and the ocean view. You sank down onto his cock slowly, savoring the stretch, then started riding him hard. Your ass bounced in his lap as he gripped your hips, guiding you.

“Fuck yes— ride that dick, baby. Let the whole neighborhood hear how much you love it.” He slapped your ass, the sharp sound echoing. “Bounce on it. Show me how bad you love getting fucked like this.”

You leaned forward, hands on his knees for leverage, fucking yourself on his thick cock faster. The angle hit deep, making you whimper every time he bottomed out. Hollis reached around and rubbed your clit in tight circles, his other hand squeezing your tit under your hoodie.

“Such a good little freak f’me,” he growled, voice strained. “What if someone walks up the path right now? Sees you creaming all over my cock like this? Bet you’d cum even harder.”

The dirty words pushed you over again. You came with a broken cry, pussy pulsing around him, soaking his lap. Hollis cursed, lifting you off him suddenly.

He bent you over the bench, one knee on the seat, and slammed back into you from behind in a deep, brutal angle. The new position made you see stars. He fucked you like he was trying to ruin you… fast, hard, relentless, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, voice rough. “Wanna see my cum leakin’ out of that pussy. Want you to remember exactly who fucked you like a filthy slut against a railing where anyone could’ve seen.”

You were shaking, overstimulated and desperate again. “Cum inside me— please, Hollis. Fill me.”

He groaned loudly, losing rhythm as he buried himself deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding you. He kept shallowly thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper, until it started leaking out around his cock.

You both stayed like that for a minute, panting, his chest pressed to your back. The ocean hummed below. A distant dog barked somewhere in the neighborhood, reminding you exactly where you were.

Hollis finally pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down your inner thighs with a satisfied groan. He helped pull your shorts back up, then kissed you deep and slow, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Next week?” he asked, forehead against yours, a lazy, fucked-out grin on his face.

You smirked, legs still shaky. “Only if you find an even riskier spot.”

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THANK YEWWW ANON FOR THIS REQUEST!!! not sure how i feel about this but i hope i did it justice for u muah 💋