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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."

-

2hollis x fem reader

contains: stalker!hollis,peeping tom,slow burn,smut (p n v), unprotected sex

a/n: i love stalker hollis. now someone make stalker mr.demma

wc 7k

he didn’t fall for you the way normal people do.

Hollis Frazier never did anything the way normal people do.

it wasn't a smile across a room or a shared joke or some spark that flared in the space between two strangers nothing sweet, nothing innocent. it began in a moment he wasn't even supposed to notice you. a tiny, stupid moment the universe tossed at him like a dare.

he remembers it down to the temperature of the air.

you were standing outside the gas station, purse strap slipping off your shoulder, hair tied up messy like you didn't have the energy to pretend today. you were juggling keys and your phone and a bag of chips like you hadn't slept enough, like the world had wrung you out. and you laughed at yourself, at the situation, whatever this soft, fed up little sound that shouldn't have hit him the way it did.

it hit him like gravity remembering his name.

and he saw you. really saw you. not as some girl in Los Angeles or some face he'd forget once he looked away. no you were a disruption. a glitch in the system.

something his brain grabbed onto and refused to let go.

Hollis would tell himself later that it was harmless curiosity. just noticing. nothing wrong with noticing.

except he kept noticing.

and noticing turned into watching.

and watching turned into learning.

you had this rhythm to your days, a little crooked in the cutest ways. you always left five minutes later than you meant to, rushing out the door like time was mocking you. you drove with your windows cracked even when it was cold. you hummed while parallel parking always the same tune, half muttered like you didn't realize you did it.

he catalogued it all like devotion.

like scripture.

there was something about the way you moved through the world, soft and unguarded, like no one had ever given you a reason to look over your shoulder. it made something vicious in him settle. something hungry. something he'd spent years trying to drown finally found air through you.

he’d watch you laugh with people who didn't deserve to hear it. watch you drag your fingertips across the rim of your cup when you zoned out. watch you stand in front of your mirror, tilting your head at an outfit you ended up changing out of anyway.

he saw everything.

and in that warped, aching maze of his mind, he loved it all.

God, he loved everything about you.

the way you scrunched your nose when you read something confusing.

the way you talked to yourself when you cooked, like narrating made it make more sense.

the way your anger was small but sharp.

the way your joy made your shoulders relax.

the way your sadness wrapped around you like an old coat you didn't know how to take off.

he loved it.

he loved you.

at least whatever version of love someone like him could feel.

and he wanted you. not lightly. not casually. not in the way people want things they plan to let go of someday. he wanted you like a secret he needed to protect. like a name carved into bone. like something that was already his and just didn't know it yet.

sometimes he'd slip by your house just to see if your light was still on, just to confirm you made it home safe, just to inhale the peace of knowing you were alive in the same world as him.

he memorized your routines the way some people memorize scripture softly, reverently, over and over until the lines were etched into him.

the way you always paused in your doorway like you were remembering something.

the way you hesitated at your car door, glancing over your shoulder before unlocking it.

the way you tilted your head when you laughed, like joy caught you by surprise every time.

he collected these pieces quietly, tucked them into the corners of his mind the way others tuck away photographs.

he liked knowing the shape of your days, the rhythm of your footsteps, the soft little habits you didn't think anyone noticed.

he didn't need you to see him.

he didn't need to be part of the picture.

he just needed you to exist in his orbit.

that was enough to keep his pulse steady, to keep the darker parts of him from tearing their way out.

because he thought of you constantly in the suffocating, burning way that didn't leave room for anything else, a devotion so obsessive it felt less like emotion and more like gravity bending itself around you.

you were the first thing his brain reached for in the morning and the last thing lingering in the dark before he fell asleep.

you were the reason he breathed deeper, the reason his hands shook less, the reason he felt alive in places inside him that had been numb for years.

he’d tell himself it wasn't obsession.

he'd tell himself it was fate.

destiny.

some cosmic pull he wasn't meant to resist.

and every day, the truth sank deeper into his bones.

you were his.

even if you didn't know it yet.

especially because you didn't know it yet.

some nights he parked down the street and waited for your light to go out, then let himself imagine you calling him to come over, voice sleepy soft, needy.

imagining you leaving the window cracked just for him, thighs already open when he slipped inside.

his mouth finding you in the dark, slow and worshipful, licking you open until you were shaking, gasping his name, fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer while you came on his tongue, half dreaming.

both of you breathless, laughing, saying, finally against your skin before he kissed his way back up to your mouth.

he thought about how you'd feel under him constantly not sweet, not gentle. he wanted to split you open on his cock and watch that soft, unguarded look in your eyes turn wide and shocked and his. wanted to feel you clench around him when you realized there was no part of you he hadn't already claimed in his head a thousand times.

he imagined pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while he fed you every inch, slow enough that you felt every throb, every vein, the way your body would fight and then surrender. he pictured the tears you'd cry not from pain, but from being seen so completely there was nowhere left to hide.

he wanted to ruin you for anyone else and then spend the rest of his life making you come so hard you forgot there had ever been a world before him.

it steadied him.

because Hollis Frazier wasn't afraid of loving too much.

he was afraid of a world where he didn't get to love you at all.

you noticed it before you even reach the top step.

the box is small, too small to be from any store you actually buy things from and it's sitting dead center on your welcome mat like someone measured it out. the kind of deliberate placement that makes your stomach flip, because it isn't sloppy or random.

it’s... intentional. and the second you see the pattern on the wrapping paper, your heart lurches.

you know what's inside before you touch it.

because you spent five whole minutes in that little boutique downtown earlier today, turning that exact item over in your hands.

admiring it. debating it. wanting it. and then telling yourself you shouldn't spend money on something so unnecessary. you set it back on the shelf, walked away, and that was the end of it.

except apparently it wasn't.

your fingers hover over the box, and you swear the air feels heavier like someone is holding their breath with you. watching. waiting.

you unlock your door first, push it open, check the corners of your entryway like you always do now. then you go back and pick up the box with hands that feel too warm and too cold all at once.

inside the box is the exact thing you almost bought.

perfect condition.

perfectly wrapped.

perfectly wrong.

and that's when the slow dread starts pooling behind your ribs not the sharp, stabbing kind, but the heavy, sinking one, like your body already knows something your brain doesn't want to understand.

because this isn't the first time.

not even close.

for months now, you've had this... feeling.

like someone's eyes were pressed between your shoulder blades.

like someone was just a few inches outside your peripheral.

like a presence that never fully leaves, just shifts.

at first, you told yourself it was stress. lack of sleep. too much caffeine, too little sunlight.

you brushed it off because the alternative the idea that someone could be following you sounded dramatic and paranoid and way too close to the plot of a movie.

but then the little things started.

a soft knock on your door at 10:00 p.m.

you opened it, heartbeat rattling your teeth no one there.

except a tiny seashell, placed neatly on the mat.

you hadn't gone near the beach that day.

but you had stopped by the pier on your lunch break and stared at the water for a while.

then another night, another knock lighter this time, almost playful.

just a folded piece of paper with a dried wildflower inside.

the same kind of flower you'd absentmindedly picked from the path on your walk home earlier.

and then the most unsettling one.

you had a day where you weren't yourself.

you sat in your car after work, hands pressed to your eyes, breathing slow, trying not to fall apart right there in the parking lot. no tears, just that crushing weight that made your chest ache.

you didn't speak.

you didn't move.

you didn't tell anyone.

but the next morning, there was a small box waiting.

inside: herbal tea packets labeled "calming," the exact brand you used to buy when you had panic attacks in high school.

no note.

no explanation.

just care that felt too intimate to be comforting.

you told yourself it had to be a coincidence

some glitch in the universe, some overly kind stranger who just happened to guess the perfect gifts, over and over, with impossible accuracy.

but now?

standing in your doorway, holding the item you looked at in a store only hours ago something no one else saw, something you didn't post about or mention or carry around long enough for anyone to notice, there's no comforting lie left.

whoever is doing this... they're watching you.

really watching you.

following you. studying you. learning the things you want before you even let yourself want them.

and for the first time in months, the quiet truth finally unclenches in your mind:

you’re not imagining it.

someone has been there the whole time.

close enough to track your footsteps.

close enough to know your habits.

close enough to want to be unseen... and still leave pieces of themselves behind.

and the worst part?

as you stand there, holding the gift you didn't buy, you can't shake the feeling that whoever placed it on your doorstep...

...is still close enough to see the look on your face right now.

you sit cross legged on your bed, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting warm circles around your room like a quiet sanctuary.

the notebook's pages are worn, edges curling like they've been cradled in your hands for years because maybe they have.

tonight, you press the pen to paper, letting the words spill out like a whispered confession you're too scared to say out loud.

Hollis.

the name feels heavy on your tongue, like it carries the weight of a thousand things unsaid. you write it down, slow, deliberate, as if spelling it out might somehow make it more real or maybe less so.

you’ve had this crush for what feels like forever. it’s the kind of crush that colors your day in soft shades of hope and quiet longing. the way he laughs, like it's a secret meant only for you. the way his eyes catch the light just right, glinting with something unspoken and magnetic. how even the smallest glance from him sends a jolt through your chest, a spark you can't quite explain.

sometimes, you catch yourself watching him from across the room, pretending it's nothing, telling yourself you're just people watching. but really, you're tracing the curve of his jaw, memorizing the way his fingers curl around a coffee cup, the way his voice dips when he talks to you.

you tell yourself this is harmless. just a crush. just a little flicker in your heart that you can control. but deep down, it feels like a wildfire, burning quiet and fierce all at once.

and then there's the other side the shadow that creeps in when you're alone, when the world quiets down enough to hear the whispers of your own fears.

because you've been feeling watched. for months now. like there's eyes on you that don't blink, a presence that follows your every step. you’ve told yourself it's paranoia. anxiety. stress. anything but the truth.

the truth that someone is out there, lurking just beyond your line of sight, leaving those gifts, those signs that only you notice. the knock on the door when no one's there. the little trinkets that seem impossible to explain.

and you can't stop wondering what if this person finds out about Hollis? what if you drag him into this nightmare? you’d never want that for him. he doesn't deserve to be tangled in your mess, to be pulled into the chaos that stalks your days and haunts your nights.

you imagine telling him maybe when things get better, when you're braver but the thought twists your stomach. because what if he's scared? what if he runs? what if you lose the one person whose smile makes the darkness seem a little less heavy?

you bite your lip, scribbling furiously now, as if pouring your fears onto the page might somehow keep them contained. you write about the way your heart races whenever you see him, and how it's tangled with a fear you can't shake.

i don't want to lose the possibility of him.

you write that over and over, the words trembling with everything you can't say out loud.

and in the quiet of your room, with only the scratch of pen against paper, you don't notice the shadow pressed just outside your window. the silent watcher whose eyes trace every curve of your face, who knows every beat of your heart, and who waits patiently, obsessed, invisible.

because while you write about Hollis, not knowing the truth, he's already stepped into your world in ways you can't imagine.

watching. waiting. loving you in his own dangerous way.

the pen trembles in your hand as you pause, heart pounding with the weight of your own words. you glance up, blinking against the sudden sharpness in the air like the room just exhaled, and you weren't ready for it.

a shiver curls up your spine. the silence feels too heavy now, thick with something unseen. you lift your eyes to the window just beside your bed, the sheer curtain fluttering ever so slightly, but the street outside is empty, bathed in the pale glow of the streetlamp.

you tell yourself it's nothing. just the night settling in.

but it isn't nothing.

because out there, behind the glass, a shadow leans close, silent and still.

his eyes are fixed on you, tracing the way your fingers clutch the pen, the subtle tilt of your head, the crease that forms between your brows when you wrestle with your thoughts. he watches the soft rise and fall of your chest, the way the dim light sketches delicate lines across your face, revealing all the vulnerabilities you try to hide.

he’s there in every moment you think you're alone.

invisible.

unseen.

and yet, impossibly close.

you rub your arms, trying to shake off the prickling sensation crawling across your skin, but the feeling lingers, like a whisper just beyond hearing.

your breath catches, and your gaze darts around the room, searching for a presence that isn't there. the night wraps around you like a cold hug, and suddenly you're not so sure your sanctuary is safe anymore.

unknowingly, you're being watched not by some distant stranger, but by the one you've been writing about, the one your heart aches for.

Hollis.

he stays just beyond the light's reach, his expression unreadable, a mix of longing and something darker flickering in his eyes.

and as you turn back to your journal, unaware, he lets out a quiet breath, savoring the moment the closeness, the secret.

because in his mind, this is love.

his love.

and nothing will stop him from keeping you within his sight.

you turn into your driveway, headlights sweeping across the front steps before fading into the dark. the engine's still humming when you catch movement on the sidewalk a tall silhouette cutting through the warm glow of the streetlamp.

Hollis.

your stomach dips. not in fear in that stupid, dizzy way it always does around him.

you kill the ignition, heart thudding a little too loud, and step out of the car. you’re halfway leaning into the passenger seat, tugging your purse onto your shoulder and gathering the two grocery bags by their thin plastic handles, when you hear his voice behind you.

"hey."

just that. soft, almost surprised. like he wasn't expecting to see you even though he most definitely timed this to the exact second.

you whip around, hugging your purse to your chest as the grocery bags dangle from your fingers. "oh-hi. what are you doing out here?"

he nods toward the cluster of houses down the block. "was at a friend's. i parked a few streets over."

he gestures vaguely behind him, casual but calculated. "then i saw your car go by."

your pulse skips. there’s something sweet about the way he says it. almost shy. almost.

"oh," you say, brushing hair behind your ear. "yeah. long day."

he steps closer, hands in his pockets, that lazy half grin tugging at his mouth. "do you need help?"

before you can answer, he reaches for you taking the grocery bags right out of your hands with smooth, confident ease, like he's done it a hundred times.

"i- you don't have to-" you start, but he's already walking toward your front door, glancing back like he's waiting for you to unlock it.

"come on," he says. "it’s late."

there’s something in his eyes that pulls you forward, something warm and magnetic and dangerous. you fumble with your keys, trying not to think about the fact that Hollis is standing on your porch with your grocery bags like it's the most natural thing in the world.

the door clicks softly behind you, sealing out the night. the familiar scent of home wraps around you like a worn blanket, comforting and safe. the silence between you feels thick, heavy with things unspoken.

Hollis moves toward the kitchen counter and sets down the bags with careful hands. he leans back against the edge, arms crossed loosely, eyes tracing your face with a quiet attentiveness that makes your pulse hitch.

"how’ve you been?" his voice is low, measured, gentle like he's offering a fragile lifeline you're not sure you're ready to grasp.

you swallow hard, the words lodged somewhere between your ribs. you want to be honest, to tell him about the exhaustion that seeps into your bones, the restless nights, the constant unease you push down beneath a smile. but it's hard to let him see that part of you.

hard to admit you don't have it all together.

"busy," you say finally, your voice a soft breath that barely fills the space.

he nods slowly, not pushing, just waiting, letting the silence stretch between you like a fragile thread.

"yeah?" he murmurs.

you fiddle with the strap of your bag, fingers trembling just slightly. your gaze drifts to the window, to the dark outside, but you don't look away from him.

"things have been... a lot," you admit.

"more than usual."

his eyes soften, warm and steady, like he wants to gather you up, hold the weight of whatever you're carrying without judgment.

"i get that," he says quietly. "sometimes everything just piles up, and it's hard to find a moment to breathe."

you nod, the tight knot in your chest loosening just a little. it’s comforting, the way he speaks like he understands the parts you don't say aloud.

there’s a pause, thick and electric. you feel the heat of his presence, the way his body leans just slightly toward yours, as if the space between you is charged with something unspoken but undeniable.

he studies your face for a beat too long, something soft settling in his eyes.

"if you ever need to talk," he murmurs, voice low and steady, "you can always talk to me."

the sincerity in his tone lands like a warm hand on your chest steadying, grounding, disarming.

you meet his gaze, and for a moment, the rest of the world slips away the noise, the fear, the secrets.

it’s just you and him.

his eyes hold something vulnerable, something genuine that makes your heart ache in a way you didn't expect.

you want to tell him so much, but the weight of your secret the stalking, the gifts, the watching presses down, and you swallow it back.

instead, you offer a small, tentative smile.

"thanks," you say, voice soft.

he returns the smile, slow and sure, like a quiet promise.

for a long moment, you both just stand there wrapped in the silence, the soft hum of the house around you.

you feel his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the way your eyes dart away and back again, the small tremble in your fingers.

and though no words are spoken, there's an unspoken question hanging between you, fragile and raw.

something deep and aching and full of hope.

"you seem... different," he says carefully, voice low but steady. "like there's something on your mind."

you stiffen, shoulders inching up the slightest bit as your breath catches. it’s the truth you feel frayed, like your edges are raw and exposed but it's also a question that digs too deep, too fast.

"i’ve been... going through a lot," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. the words taste bitter on your tongue, heavy with things you're not ready to say out loud.

his eyes soften. "if you want to... we can talk about it."

there’s no pressure in his tone just a genuine offering, like he means it, like he really wants to know.

you hesitate, heart hammering in your chest, the vulnerability tangling with something sweeter hope, maybe? the kind that makes your breath catch.

but you can't give him the whole story. not yet.

instead, you offer a small, wry smile.

"it's complicated."

he nods, unruffled by your evasion.

"complicated's usually where the best stories start."

his voice is gentle, sincere, and it makes your heart flip in a way you're not sure you're ready for.

you glance up, meeting his gaze, and suddenly the room feels charged like every breath is a secret waiting to be shared.

"i don't want to drag you into it," you say quietly, voice trembling just a little. "it's not something i want anyone to get caught up in."

he moves closer, slow and intentional, until the air between you hums with that charged, impossible tension. his eyes trace over your face the worry, the guarded edges, the fear you're trying to hide.

his voice drops, steady enough to quiet every frantic thought racing through you.

"you're not dragging me anywhere."

and suddenly the words don't feel like reassurance they feel like an anchor, like something he's staking himself to.

your throat tightens, and you swallow hard, nerves fluttering beneath your ribs like restless wings. every small movement between you seems amplified the subtle shift in his stance, the way his gaze doesn't flinch from yours. the room feels smaller, the air heavier, thick with a tension that's equal parts fragile and fierce.

your eyes flick to his soft lips, parted slightly as if waiting for something and in that moment, your heart skips, caught in the pull of something deeper than just a crush. it’s the kindness in his eyes, the way he listens, the way he gives you room to breathe without stepping back, like he sees all the layers you try to hide.

you think about how sweet he's been the way he noticed when you were tired, how he didn't rush you, how his presence is a balm against the chaos you're carrying.

it's a quiet kind of feeling, not loud or demanding, but patient and sure.

your breath catches as your thoughts swirl a mix of hope and fear, of wanting to reach out and connect but still holding back.

and yet, something unspoken tugs at you, a silent invitation that you can't ignore.

before your mind can talk you out of it, before hesitation can close the space between you, you lean in.

the world narrows to the soft curve of his lips, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your chest.

your lips meet his in a slow, tentative kiss gentle and searching, like a question whispered in the dark. it's filled with everything you haven't said, everything you're afraid to say.

he responds with a tenderness that takes your breath away, his hands coming up to rest lightly on your waist, steady and sure.

there's no rush, no pressure just a quiet affirmation that you're both here, right now, holding onto something fragile and precious.

the kiss deepens, his lips parting slightly against yours, a soft invitation you can't resist as his tongue brushes yours. his hands tighten just a fraction at your waist, grounding you as if anchoring you to this moment, this fragile connection that's been building in every glance, every word.

you inhale sharply, the warmth of him flooding your senses, and instinctively, your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingers. it’s steady. strong. familiar.

he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his touch growing more confident like he's been holding back and now, finally, letting himself fall in.

your body responds, every nerve alive, every breath hitching as the space between you dissolves. you take a small step backward, your hand slipping from his chest to slide along his arm, gently steering him toward the hallway.

he follows without hesitation, lips never leaving yours, his hands sliding up from your waist to cradle your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheekbones. the heat between you intensifies, a slow burn that spreads through your veins.

the quiet of the house wraps around you both, but in this charged bubble, everything else fades. the shadows on the walls seem to flicker with the rhythm of your breaths, the unspoken promise in every touch.

you guide him softly down the hallway, heart pounding loud enough you're sure he can hear it. the world narrows to this him, you, the electric current that crackles in the space between.

When the door to your room closes softly behind you, the kiss breaks for just a moment your foreheads resting together, breaths mingling, eyes locked in silent conversation.

his hands drop from your face to your waist again, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that send shivers down your spine.

there’s a hunger in his eyes now, tempered by tenderness, and you realize this is more than just a kiss. it’s a quiet surrender to something deep and undeniable.

you lean in again, the kiss growing more urgent, more claiming, but never losing the softness that holds you both steady.

in that moment, everything you've been holding back the fear, the longing, the hope melds into something raw and beautiful, written in the language of lips and touch.

the air between you thickens, heavy with heat and tension, as his lips trail down your jawline, warm and insistent.

you don't even realize you've stumbled backward until the softness of your bed cushions your fall, the world tilting gently beneath you.

he’s on top of you now, his weight steady, grounding but his touch is light, almost reverent, as if afraid to break the fragile spell wrapping around you both.

his hands find your face again, fingers tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that sets your skin alight. you close your eyes, losing yourself in the rhythm of his breath against your neck, the way his mouth moves like a whispered promise along your skin. the room shrinks until there's nothing but him, you, and the quiet symphony of your racing heartbeats.

but then something shifts.

amid the warmth and softness, a small, foreign weight slips free from the pocket of his jacket, falling silently onto the floor beside the bed. you don't notice it at first not until his mouth moves along your neck and your eyes drift open, hazy and unfocused.

that's when you see it.

a piece of cardboard, slightly bent at the edges.

your breath catches, sharp and sudden.

because you know exactly what it is before you even sit up.

the coffee sleeve you doodled on this morning.

the one you traced little stars across while zoning out at the café counter.

the one you tossed in the trash on your way out, not thinking twice.

now it lies on your bedroom floor.

perfectly intact.

smoothed out.

placed so carefully it feels intentional like a signature.

your pulse stutters, a tremor racing beneath your skin as the realization slams into you.

you freeze, the warmth of his mouth still on your neck but suddenly feeling a thousand miles away. your body goes still beneath him, breath shallow, mind spiraling.

his hands pause, and he notices the way your gaze snaps to the object on the floor, the sudden stillness seeping into your every muscle. he follows your eyes, then looks down, seeing the tiny souvenir that's been your silent torment, the evidence of his unseen watchfulness.

his expression shifts surprise flickers, then something softer, more vulnerable.

the edge of something dark fades, replaced by something almost sorrowful. he leans closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead as he speaks, voice low and steady.

"i'm not gonna hurt you."

the words hang in the air, fragile but certain.

he strokes your face with the gentlest touch you've ever known, thumb tracing slow brushing over your cheek. his eyes search yours, sincere and open.

"i would never hurt you."

your throat tightens, a thousand emotions colliding fear, confusion, longing, disbelief. you swallow hard, struggling to make sense of the storm inside you.

finally, you whisper, barely audible, "if i asked you to leave right now... would you?"

he doesn't hesitate.

"no questions asked."

his voice is calm, unwavering, filled with a truth you can't deny. you study his face, searching for anything but you find only honesty, a raw, desperate kind of love twisted in the darkness.

and despite every warning screaming inside you, despite the chaos of your own mind, you find yourself drawn to him again.

slowly, deliberately, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his once more.

the kiss is different now less tentative, layered with a fierce urgency that consumes you both.

it's a surrender to the messiness of desire and fear, hope and doubt, tangled together in a bittersweet dance only you two can understand.

and in that moment, nothing else matters except the fragile, burning connection that refuses to be broken.

the kiss is different now, no longer a question, no longer careful.

it's a confession.

it's a claim.

it's months of his breath held in the dark, finally spilling into your mouth, hot and desperate and reverent all at once.

you fist your hands in the front of his shirt and drag him down on top of you properly, thighs parting so he can settle between them like he was carved to fit there. he makes a broken sound against your tongue, half relief, half worship, and his hips roll once, slow and deliberate, letting you feel exactly how hard he already is.

he pulls back just far enough to look at you, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and wet.

"are you scared of me?" he asks, voice raw, like the answer might kill him.

you should be.

every rational part of you is screaming that you should be.

every rational part of you is screaming that you should be.

but the truth slips out before you can stop it, soft and steady and terrifyingly honest.

"no."

a pause. your fingers slide up into his hair, nails scraping his scalp. "i'm not scared of you, Hollis."

something fractures in his expression, something fragile and ferocious.

his forehead drops to yours, and he exhales your name like it hurts.

"fuck," he whispers. "say it again."

"i'm not scared."

he kisses you again, deeper, filthier, tongue sliding against yours like he's trying to drink the words straight out of your mouth.

his hands are everywhere now, sliding under your shirt, palms spreading over your ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts with trembling reverence.

when he finds you're not wearing a bra, he groans like he's been stabbed, cups you fully, rolls your nipples between his fingers until you're arching off the bed and gasping into him.

you tug at his jacket, frantic. he shrugs it off without breaking the kiss, lets it fall to the floor on top of the coffee sleeve that started this whole unraveling. then his shirt is gone and you finally get your hands on warm skin, muscle flexing under your palms as you drag your nails down his back hard enough to leave marks.

he hisses, hips jerking against you.

“i've been thinking about this every night," he rasps against your throat. “every single night i watched you through that fucking window, i imagined how you'd sound when i finally got my mouth on you."

his words should terrify you.

they don't.

they flood you with wet heat instead.

he drags your shirt up and off, mouth descending immediately, kissing, licking, sucking bruises into the tops of your breasts like he's trying to brand you from the inside out.

when he closes his lips around one nipple, you cry out, back bowing, fingers twisting in his hair to hold him there. he stays for what feels like hours, switching sides, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, until you're writhing beneath him and soaked through your panties.

"Hollis-"

it comes out a plea.

he lifts his head, eyes wild. "tell me what you need, baby. anything. i’ll give you anything."

you reach for the button of his jeans with shaking hands. he helps you, frantic now, kicking them off until he's naked and gorgeous and heavy between your thighs.

you wrap your fingers around him.

thick, hot, leaking at the tip.

he drops his head to your shoulder, mouth dragging hot and open mouthed up the length of your neck in one slow, reverent kiss, before the guttural sound tears out of him and vibrates through your whole body.

"Jesus fuck, your hand-"

you stroke him once, slow, twisting at the head, and he thrusts into your grip like he can't help it.

"i need you inside me," you whisper, the words raw against his mouth. "every time i touched myself in this bed, i pretended it was you."

that does it.

he makes a sound like he's dying and rips your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough motion. then his hand is between your thighs, two fingers sliding through how wet you are, spreading it up over your clit until you're shaking.

"this for me?" he asks, voice wrecked. "all this time you were dripping for the guy who watched you sleep?"

"yes," you moan, hips chasing his hand.

"yes, yes-"

he pushes those two fingers inside you without warning and you clench around them so hard your vision whites out. he curls his fingers, finds that spot like he was born knowing it, and strokes slow, relentless, until your breath is breaking and your nails are digging red lines into his shoulders.

"look at you," he whispers, reverent, watching his fingers disappear into you again and again. "took me months to earn this. months of being so good, staying in the dark, keeping my hands to myself. and now you're letting me inside."

you sob out his name.

he pulls his fingers free, brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding your gaze. then he's nudging your thighs wider, lining himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your folds until you're both shaking.

"please," you whisper.

he pushes in slow, so fucking slow, eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker across your face as he stretches you open inch by inch. when he bottoms out you both still, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air.

he lets out a shaky breath against your mouth, voice low and wrecked.

"fuck... you feel how perfect you take me?"

like you were waiting for this too.

then he starts to move.

not fast. not yet.

long, deep strokes that drag over every sensitive place inside you, like he's memorizing the way you feel around him.

his hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together, pinning it to the pillow beside your head. the other hand slides under your lower back, tilting your hips so he hits deeper, and you cry out every time he bottoms out.

he never looks away from your face.

every thrust is paired with a confession, whispered against your mouth like communion.

"watched you cum on your own fingers thinking you were alone-"

thrust.

"i wanted to crawl through that window and lick you clean-"

thrust.

"jerked off in my car outside your house with your name on my tongue-"

thrust.

"now i get to feel you fall apart on my cock instead. fuck, you're so perfect-"

your second orgasm builds slow and devastating, coaxed out of you by the drag of him inside you and the weight of his words and the way he's looking at you like you're the answer to every prayer he's ever had. when it crests, you clamp down around him so hard he groans like he's in pain, pace stuttering.

"cum for me angel," he begs, voice breaking. "i want to feel it-"

"Holli-"

you shatter.

it rolls through you in waves, your thighs trembling around his hips, your back arching off the bed, his name torn out of you like a sob.

he fucks you through it, slow, relentless, drawing it out until you're oversensitive and clinging to him.

only then does he let himself go.

he buries his face in your neck, hips snapping hard and fast now, chasing his own release with desperate, filthy thrusts.

you wrap your legs high around his waist, nails raking down his back, and he cums with a choked sound that's half your name, half a prayer. you feel every pulse as he spills deep inside you, hips jerking, arms shaking as he holds you like he's scared you'll disappear.

for a long moment, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing and the thud of his heartbeat against your chest.

he doesn't pull out.

he stays inside you for a long, trembling minute, forehead pressed to yours, breathing like he just ran ten miles and found heaven at the finish line. when he finally slips out, slow, careful, reluctant.

you both exhale at the same time, like the air itself is mourning the loss. a soft, wet sound follows as he leaves you empty and aching, and he immediately lowers his mouth to yours again, kissing you deep and lazy, tasting himself on your tongue like he's greedy for every last piece of this moment.

he can't stop.

won't stop.

his lips move over yours again and again, soft, reverent, endless, until your jaw aches in the sweetest way and you're dizzy with it.

eventually, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest, one of his arms locked around your waist, the other sliding up to cradle the back of your head. your legs tangle automatically.

the room is quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the slowing thunder of two heartbeats learning how to beat together.

you lie there in the dark, skin cooling, sheets twisted beneath you, his fingertips drawing idle circles on your bare back.

minutes stretch, thick and honey slow.

then you turn your face into his neck and whisper it, so soft it's almost nothing.

"no more watching me."

he stills. you feel the words settle over him like a blanket.

a second passes. two.

then his chest moves with a quiet laugh, warm against your cheek.

"i’ll just call you when i wanna see you now," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and something impossibly tender.

you pull back just enough to meet his eyes.

moonlight slips through the blinds, tracing silver across his cheekbones, the curve of his lips, the faint red marks your nails left on his shoulder. his gaze is soft, open completely unguarded in a way that makes your chest ache.

you both smile a small, secret smile, the kind that says maybe the thing you were too scared to believe is suddenly closer than you dared imagine.

he leans in again, lips brushing yours soft, slow. a kiss that feels like a quiet promise, not needing words because it already says everything.

and as the night stretches on around you, the world fades just enough for this moment to breathe raw, imperfect, and real.

nothing's certain, nothing's finished. but right now, this is enough.

just you. just him. and whatever comes next.

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a/n: this is my first ever time posting on tumblr be nice or i will have a new ceiling decoration by tonight

2hollis x fem reader

contains: slow burn, getting caught, smut,oral (f receives) (p in v)

a/n: ian catching strays… i love ian. evb blame julie for choosing him

pt2

from now on, when you wanna fuck? come to me.

that’s what Hollis had said. and it was hot, how he was so willing to give it up to you anytime you wanted. how he wanted to fuck you so baldy, he offered to buy a toy for you.

and the sex.

the sex was… God.

it was hot.

it was like nothing you’d experienced before, like you’d never experienced sex before. he said he would make you cum, and he came through. and you know that if you told him you wanted it again, he would make it happen.

but waking up the next morning and remembering he didn’t make you melt into the bed like an ooey-gooey mess. your heart stopped. Hollis isn't some boy you met at a bar and kicked out after a couple of rounds in bed. if you told Hollis to go home, he'd go right into the next room.

he had to go to work early, so the apartment was yours for the morning. it was a relief. you could avoid running into him for a little while longer.

you didn't work that day, but you couldn't stay home. every inch of the apartment was a reminder. flashbacks of yourself coming hit you like little bullets. everytime you remember, you want to die.

even when you finally came with Ian, you didn't cum that hard. but with Hollis, you were like a waterfall, a loose canon, a firework finale.

and he was there, and he had witnessed it. how embarrassing.

but you're horny. and you know that if you hit up Ian, he'll have sex with you. and you won't embarrass yourself because you probably won't cum.

or maybe you will. maybe Hollis has opened the dam. maybe now that you have cum, really cum, it'll be easier now.

you ask Ian if you can meet at his place, but he says no. his friend is staying there with his girlfriend,he doesn't even want to be there.

then it'll have to be quick.

when he shows up at your apartment door in the late afternoon, you pull him in and tell him you have to be somewhere in a half an hour.

Hollis’s schedule working is not always a routine. he could be home early today, or super late, but you don't want to ask him.

"where’s your roommate?" Ian stumbles back onto your bed as you undress yourself there isn't time for a sexy reveal.

"work."

you kiss him, mostly to shut him up from anymore questions. he feels up your dress and squeezes your ass. you kiss him more aggressively. he goes along with it for a minute then laughs. "wow, you must be really horny."

"i am," you say. you feel him through his jeans then undo them and pull them down.

Ian takes off his own shirt then helps you out of your bra and underwear.

he pulls you under him as you make out.

you stroke him between your bodies until he's ready. you whimper when he goes in.

you shut your eyes, remembering, focusing.

ian breathes in your ear like he's trying not to make noise.

"you can make noise," you tell him, gently.

"i wanna hear what i’m doing to you."

at first, Ian sounds inauthentic, like he's only making noise to please you. but then he must start to feel it because he starts moaning for real.

this is nothing like how it was with Hollis.

the moment his cock slid inside of you, you couldn't hold back. this isn't even average.

"Ian" you say. "talk to me."

"what? oh, fuck." his voice quivers.

"are you close?"

"i could be." he sounds apologetic.

"okay, then slow down and talk to me." you take his hand and cup it over your breast.

"touch me."

he rocks very slowly in and out of you so you barely feel it. he rubs his thumb over your nipple, which feels good but not enough to make you beg for more.

you guide his hand down to your clit. he does a good job at that. you’re able to get comfortable and close your eyes and imagine that it's Hollis. then, Ian slides his fingers inside of you, which is a wonderful surprise. maybe you'll catch up to him this way.

"that feels good," you tell him.

but he doesn't do it for long enough before his dick is back inside of you. you massage your own clit, which only now starts to do something.

his breathing heavies. you tell him to hold on. he slows down again.

you and Ian are just never on the same rythmn.

"i’m really close," he confesses.

you give up. "fine. cum."

he pounds into you so the bedsprings squeak, and he grunts like you wished he had before.

and then the door opens, and Hollis is there.

Ian drops on top of you and yanks the bedsheet up to cover your breasts. "what the fuck, man?"

Hollis looks from him to you. his breaths are shallow. he’s livid.

"get the fuck out," he says.

"you can't kick me out."

"yes, i can."

"i’m her guest."

Hollis looks at you. you want to tell him a million times how sorry you are.

"i live here," Hollis says. "if i don't want you here, you leave."

Ian looks at you. it’s not worth fighting Hollis, especially not when you're on the verge of tears.

when you don't say anything, Ian scoffs. he pulls out of you, climbs off, and collects his clothes. you keep the bedsheet pressed to your chest with tears burning your eyes.

before he leaves, Ian says to you, "so that's why you were in such a rush."

"get. out," Hollis says.

both of you wait until Ian’s bare footsteps vanish out the apartment door, and the door slams shut behind him. then you let the tears spill out of your eyes.

"Hollis, i’m sorry."

"what the hell was that?"

"i’m sorry. i’m so sorry." with a lump the size of a golf ball in your throat, it's all you can get out.

and you want him to know, to really know, just how sorry you truly are.

"i thought i told you--"

"i know." you leap to your feet, pulling the bedsheet with you. "i know. you did. but i..."

"fuck." he tosses his keys onto the floor.

they glide across the hardwood, and Hollis presses his hands to his face. "God, fuck."

"i’m sorry."

he gestures to you. "look at you. you’re fucking wrapped in that sheet. like i haven't already fucking seen you naked." he shakes his head.

"i thought, when you wanted that, you'd come to me."

"you were busy..."

"you couldn't wait? instead, you let him in here and fuck you in the same place i did? i thought i made you cum."

"you did."

he’s like a bomb about to burst. he steps back, looks at you once more, then storms into his room and slams the door.

HOLLIS

if she wants to play it that way, fine. Hollis will. and if she thinks she can invite Ian over just like that, then Hollis will invite that girl back. she was easy, she'll cum.

she’ll cum easily, too.

but Hollis doesn't get her, through text or call.

after several failed attempts, he grabs his keys and rushes out the apartment, making sure to slam the door on the way.

Hollis can't go back to the apartment now.

he’ll have to wander for a bit so that by the time he returns, Y/n will think he was out fucking another girl.

he staggers through the apartment door just after midnight after drinking at the closest bar for the last two hours. it’s silent, but Hollis fears for a beat that Ian is back. and then he feels like an idiot. while he's been gone, he's allowed time for Y/n to have sex with another guy. multiple times.

and Hollis is afraid. what if, somehow, he opened a sort of dam inside of her? and it's easier for her now to let go.

he can still feel the warmth of Y/n's come around him from when she unraveled. her moans have been a soundtrack in his mind, playing over and over and over again. why the fuck would she invite Ian over after what Hollis did to her?

Y/N

Hollis is back. he’s been gone for hours.

you’ve had no choice but to wonder where's he been all this time. just out? wandering?

at a friend's? with another girl?

the thought makes you so sick, you curl into a ball on your bed. you’ve kicked the sheets to the floor.

where has he been?

you burst into tears like a bomb exploding.

once it comes out, you can't stop it. "Hollis," you cry. "Hollis."

he pops up in the doorway. when he sees you, he rushes to your bedside and settles down on his knees. "what? what’s wrong?"

your voice shakes through your tears.

"i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry."

he squeezes your hand. "it’s okay."

"no, i shouldn't have had him over. i hate myself for that. i didn't really want to have sex with him. i’m sorry."

"i believe you," he says.

"it won't happen again, i promise."

"did he make you cum?"

you shake your head.

he's quiet for a while. "did he cum in you?"

you shake your head again. "he was close."

"but then i came in."

you nod.

"good. i don't want him here again."

"but--"

"i don't want you seeing him again. i don't want him cuming inside of you. i don't want him--" Hollis gently caresses your leg, "--touching your body." he grazes his lips against yours. "what’d he do to you?"

"nothing."

"i don't believe you."

"barely anything."

"were you close?"

you shake your head. "i was thinking about you."

Hollis smiles. "while i wasn't here?"

you nod.

"do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

"yes."

he slips his hand between your legs but doesn't touch your clit, like he's waiting for permission. "have you always thought about me when you touch yourself?"

"yes."

he licks his lips. "i wanna make you cum again."

you push his creeping hand away. "no, i can't."

"what? why?"

when you don't say anything, he says,

"you’ve been avoiding me since we had sex.

why?"

you lift one of your shoulders.

"don’t do that. tell me." he brushes his thumb across your cheek where a tear has slipped down.

"i was embarrassed."

"of?"

"of before."

his brow furrows. "you were embarrassed about us having sex?"

"no."

he squeezes your thigh. "of what, then?"

"how i was."

he stares at you, shakes his head.

"when i... came. i just-- id never. um-"

"you never came like that."

"definitely not in front of someone else."

Hollis softens. "that’s okay." he pushes a loose strand of hair away from your forehead. "that’s okay, that was what was supposed to happen."

you duck your head. "but we live together. what’s gonna happen if -- if this-- if we keep doing it?"

Hollis smiles. "we’re gonna have to change our sheets a lot more often."

your mouth wobbles into a shy smile.

"why didn't you just tell me that?" he whispers.

"i just kept replaying it over in my head."

"so did i."

you look up at him.

"in a good way," he says. "don’t be embarrassed. that was hot. you were hot.

trust me." he kisses under your ear.

you let him kiss you. when his mouth gets down to your breasts, you tilt your head back and moan.

Hollis’s hand slides up your arm, grabs your hair, and opens his mouth against yours.

for a while, you kiss just like that, slow and sloppy.

Hollis climbs onto the bed and lets his body sink into yours. he’s warm and solid and heavy, and your body is still charged from before.

"are you gonna let me in this time?"

you nod.

he moves his hand up your shirt with his breath on your collarbone. he’s shaky, like he's holding back.

"Holli."

he moves against you, but tenderly. in your ear, he says, "i’ve been thinking about the last time we did this. i've gotten hard each time, but i never came."

"oh, God."

he undoes his jeans and lowers his bottoms until he's out.

"how many times?" you ask.

"i don't even know."

he strokes himself, but you take over, rubbing your thumb over his tip.

Hollis groans with all of the energy he's been holding back.

"you're so red."

"put me inside."

you help guide him in. Hollis takes it slow, like he'll burst otherwise. he lowers himself on you, and you envelop him in your arms, feeling each muscle in his back clench when he thrusts. he starts off slowly, but you can tell he wants to go faster, to chase that budding feeling.

"you're gonna make me cum, right?"

he nods, but he's panting. and then he repositions himself so he can get in deeper, and when he comes back down on you this time, he groans. he goes faster, grunting with each thrust. with each hit, you yelp.

but your noises get to Hollis quickly, and he weakens.

"not yet," you say.

"no, i know." he pulls out and strokes himself with his tip pressed to your entrance. you sit up to watch. his precum oozes out of the top, copious and thick.

"how much are you holding back right now?"

Hollis can't answer.

for a moment, you think he's going to give up edging himself and let go right there, before you have. but then he stops himself and forces your legs farther apart.

without warning, Hollis comes down around you with a hungry mouth. your hips buck up, into him, and he holds you there so you can't get away, and it's torture.

he uses his tongue to tease your folds, runs up and down your entrance, and then uses his mouth to vacuum your clit. now, you could cum. you could cum just like this, but Hollis pulls away as you squirm to hold on a little longer.

"what?" you gasp. "what are you doing?"

he strokes himself again. you sit up to watch again, but he pushes you back down and pushes inside of you. he presses his hand against your headboard and throws his entire lower body into you so the bed creaks, and you moan in ecstasy, over and over again.

"Hollis," you beg. you need to let go. you’re right there.

he grunts, and his thrusts get sloppy. "let me out," he says.

but you hold onto him until you're in the midst of coming, and Hollis loses it. he breaks away, already leaking, and drains himself on your stomach. when you're both finished, everything goes quiet.

the neighbors must hate you both right now.

"oh, God." Hollis catches his breath, but he's still extremely sensitive, and his dick isn't all the way softened yet. "shit." he collapses on the other side of the bed, naked and exposed to the entire room.

the door is still open.

you point this out to him.

"we can leave it open all the time if you stop fucking other guys."

you wrap your hand around his and stick one of his fingers in your mouth. you nod.

done.

"you promise?"

"i promise."

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2hollis x fem reader

contains: aruging, comforting, smut,(p in v) lmk if i missed anything

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pt1 , pt3

HOLLIS

Hollis hears Y/n shouting, so he bursts out of his room. she’s standing in the living room in only underwear with her hands cupped over her bare breasts. “hey,” he says.

tears pour down her cheeks.

“what’s going on?”

she shakes her head. “nothing.” still holding her breasts, she hurries past Hollis.

he calls her name but she ignores him.

Hollis’s date slips into the hall behind him and makes a face. “why is your roommate running around this place naked?”

when he doesn’t respond, she shouts at him again, and then the apartment door shuts.

he stares at her red rimmed eyes, and her naked torso.

“Y/n. what happened? why’d he storm out like that?”

“Hollis, please.” her voice cracks.

“Y/n-“

“go away.”

he lingers, watching her cry, wanting to go up and comfort her. but she wants him to leave, so he does.

Hollis is at the apartment with the same girl when Y/n comes back with Ian.

Hollis was hoping they were done for good, but they must have patched things up.

he listens to them walk down the hall into her bedroom. their voices are muffled, but they’re talking.

Hollis’s date whines his name, but he ignores her. she does it again and rolls over to him.

they’d already had sex twice this afternoon, and now Y/n’s back.

“what?”

“let’s do it again.”

Hollis dismisses her. he gets up and strides out of his room. she asks where he’s going, and he ignores her again.

he presses his ear against Y/n’s door.

“you said his name,” Ian says.

“i know,” she says. “but it had nothing to do with him, really.”

silence, and then, “you guys have never fucked?”

silence again.

“do you wanna fuck him? were you thinking about him while we were fucking?”

“i… i mean.. yes. but not because i wanna have sex with him-“

“then why?”

“because i heard him having sex. we just-“

Hollis’s mind spins. she heard Hollis having sex last night. which means it was his name she said.

“what?” he flings the door open. “it was my name you said last night?”

they both whip their heads over.

“oh God, no, Hollis-“

“what’s going on?” Hollis’s date walks out his room, up to his side.

“i know she’s not gonna tell me,” Ian says.

“have you guys ever fucked?”

Hollis clenches his jaw. he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “so what if we did?”

Ian shouts at Y/n. “you fucking lied to me.”

“no, i didn’t.” she scrambles to her bare feet and reaches out for him, but he yanks his arm away.

Hollis’s date turns to him. “you fucked her? when?”

only because Y/n is getting the brunt of it does Hollis decide to tell the truth. “no, we’ve never fucked.”

“but she wants to,” Ian says. “right, Y/n?”

Hollis looks at Y/n. what?

“oh, so is that why she was running around in just her underwear?”

Hollis wishes he could shove the world’s hottest pepper down this girls throat.

“and you know what,” she goes on. “it’s, like, every time she shows up with this guy you wanna fuck. but as soon they’re not around your dick goes limp.”

no, fuck the hot pepper. he wants to shove her out of the window.

"that’s not fucking true," Hollis says.

"oh, yeah? you know how i know you wanna fuck her?" she grabs his erection that he'd stuffed into his boxer briefs. "your dick is still hard." on her way out the door, she flips everyone off.

"you know, i’m fucking tired of playing this game," Ian says. "i think you two should just fuck and get it over with, and leave me the fuck out of it." he storms out the door.

when the apartment door slams shut, Hollis stares at Y/n. she shakes her head and covers her face. "what the fuck?"

Hollis licks his lips.

"you said my name last night."

"oh, God, Hollis-fuck. does it matter?"

yes, it does.

"so i got off on the sound of two people having sex. you had to ruin things because of that?"

Y/N

"don’t call him again," Hollis says.

you turn to him with bleary eyes.

he shakes his head. "don’t see him again, okay?"

"that’s my choice." you can't even look at Hollis. you could have fixed things with Ian if Hollis hadn't burst into your room. "and stop fucking spying in on my conversations."

Hollis’s fingertips graze the inside of your elbow. you yank your arm away.

"you said my name."

"so what? you were right there, and i could hear you."

"that’s why you didn't want to tell me. you said my name." the floor creaks under his feet when he takes a step towards her. "last night, i made you cum."

"it just slipped out i wasn't thinking."

"no. you weren't."

"at least you got to have sex. i didn't."

"i didn't cum."

no. he didn't. his erection is still prominent through his sweatpants. the sight makes your clit throb.

his fingertip brushes over the inside of your wrist. it sends sparks shooting through your veins.

"so what do you wanna do about it?"

he pulls your hips into him, but as soon as you feel his erection, you pull back, and your ass hits the wall. you push his hands away.

"please," he whispers. he presses his forehead against yours but doesn't touch you anywhere else.

"i don't think it's a good idea."

"who cares?"

"i do."

"i promise i'll make you cum."

"that is not why i think it's a bad idea for us."

"for us?"

"yeah, for me and you."

"for me and you, what?"

"for me and you to fuck." you giggle like you're drunk---you feel drunk.

his lips graze yours, gently, like a whisper.

you open your mouth. you tease each other, but when Hollis tries to kiss you, your turn your head so he gets your cheek instead.

"what if... you don't make me cum?"

"i will."

"what if you don't?"

"i will."

his mouth sinks into your neck and moves downwards. he takes his time, like he wants to enjoy every inch of you.

"i can't do this with you anymore," he says.

"this silent competition. the lying. all the fucking each other without actually fucking each other."

you hold your breath.

"i want to actually fuck you this time."

he’s pressing right against your crotch.

the feeling alone makes your knees weaken.

if you let yourself drop, Hollis would catch you.

he’d lift you around his waist and fuck you right there until your knees gave out. and you want it. you want it.

"let me fuck you," he whispers.

"mmm, i want to. but im afraid."

he raises his eyebrows. "of what? cumming?"

if you kissed him right now, he would fuck you. if you looked at him a certain way, he would fuck you. if you gave him the go ahead, he'd rip your clothes off and take care of it all.

"why are you thinking so hard about it?"

"because we're roommates. you know how badly it could go?"

"you want it, i want it. what else fucking matters?"

you can't think up another excuse.

Hollis kisses you. you melt into him, throwing your legs around his waist, and he slams you against the wall.

his hands rake through your hair as you frantically fumble with his pants until he's out.

Hollis yanks your underwear down so he can get inside of you.

and when he pushes himself all the way in, you gasp; a breath deeper than your lungs.

your muscles form around him as though they'd been waiting for him this whole time.

he pants in your ear, moving both of you up and down.

you haven't had sex before-not like this.

it’s never like this.

he bends his knees further and throws himself all the way inside of you, slow at first, to make you crazy. then fast, making you cry and curse.

Hollis nearly loses himself.

this is sex.

and then he reaches between your bodies and massages your clit, and your legs jolt tighter around him.

Hollis slams your hips against the wall again.

his strokes get desperate and sloppy, but he isn't ready yet.

you're so, so close. squeaks of pleasure escape your throat, and your arms fall around his neck.

you can tell he's getting too close and too tired. "Holli." you kiss, slow and sloppy, down his neck. "let's go to my room."

"we can do it anywhere." he smiles into your mouth.

right. you both live here.

"i know." you grab his hand with both of yours and tug him in the direction of your bedroom doorway.

he lets you pull him in. you're up against the doorframe this time with his forehead pressed against yours and his hands on your waist.

you tilt your hips in to let him know you want it.

"you want me inside of you again?"

"i miss it." you stroke his dick.

he watches your hand and shudders.

when you stop, he grabs your hips and pushes his cock against you, hard. he lifts your dress your underwear is in a puddle somewhere in the hall and gets right back inside of you.

you pant into each other's open mouths as he rolls his hips in a perfect rhythm. you want to lean your head back so he can better kiss your neck, but the doorframe is in the way.

"Hollis. the bed."

he carries you over and dumps you on your bed like an armful of bricks. "turn over," he says.

you roll over, and Hollis guides you onto your hands and knees as he jerks himself off.

he grabs your waist and slams inside of you.

you gasp in surprise. this time, he doesn't take it easy. he pounds his hips against your ass, using you like he's alone, getting himself off.

you get too close, weaken, and fall onto your forearms.

Hollis bends over your back and massages your breasts. you let out a cry, begging to let go but you can't.

"are you trying not to cum?"

you nod, then imagine the smug smirk on Hollis’s face.

he sweeps your hair back and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "do you wanna cum?"

you nod again.

Hollis guides you onto your back, tells you to move to the center of the bed.

"i want you to cum for me," he says. "for me, this time." just the touch of his hand cupped over your knee makes your whole body weaken.

he pushes them open and strokes his tip around your folds.

he goes slow but hard, and it's torture. your insides feel like a chewed up dog toy.

Hollis is hitting the perfect spot, but it's not fast enough, and he knows it.

"Holli," you whine. "faster."

"i can't," he says. "i'll cum."

"please."

he lifts his head. "you ready to cum?"

"yes."

"alright." he pulls your leg up around his waist.

when he kisses you again, it's more needy.

back and forth, like tug-a-war; who needs who more?

he holds himself with one hand and keeps your legs open with the other as he nudges his tip inside. you whimper. he slowly slides in more then releases a shaky breath.

"you okay?" he asks.

"mm-hm."

"want me to go faster?"

"no, not yet."

he smiles. "you gonna cum?"

"if you go any faster, yes."

in your ear, he says, "i can't wait to make you cum"

he moves so he can get in deeper, and that alone makes you scream.

you clutch his bicep. "holy shit. holy shit, holy shit."

only when your body gets used to him do you tell him to pick up the pace.

he goes fast and hard enough so your skin claps together. he digs you into the bed, and when your hips buck up, he pins you back down.

his breath heavies. his body is beautiful. you both watch him push into you over and over again, and a whimper escapes the back of your throat.

you throw your head back into the pillow and clench your teeth. "mmmm, fuck."

he straightens up and goes slower, but he massages your clit. the pad of his thumb on your throbbing clit makes you scream again.

he keeps touching you and moves faster again.

the pleasure builds up like a bubbling volcano until it's too much.

"oh my God. oh my God oh my God oh my God."

"not yet, alright?" he says. "cum with me."

a strangled groan escapes your throat. "i c-can't..." your legs shake. most guys you've had sex with would have given in by now, and you wouldn't have felt half as good as this.

you press your hands against his bare chest, but he's too strong.

"Hollis, it's too much---it's too much," you shout, but your body convulses under him.

you let out a long, whiny moan, and Hollis grunts in your ear. again, he slows down so you can catch your breath, but he thrusts into you in short pulses.

you grit your teeth and cry. a storm stirs between your brows like always, just before tears pour out of your eyes.

Hollis lets out shaky breaths through his open mouth.

you’re so close, but he won't let you yet.

Hollis pulls you closer by your hips then slides his hands up your stomach and massages your breasts. you sigh, all fluttery in the chest.

it’s like being drunk in the sand at the beach.

he bucks his hips into you over and over, not harder or faster than before, but deeper.

his tip doesn't just graze your clit, it presses it like a red button. over and over and over again.

you reach back and press your hands against the headboard. your heels dig into his backside. your legs move up and down like a butterfly around his waist, but he holds you against him, so your body has no way of getting it out.

Hollis lies over you again so your chests press together. both of your skin is sticky with sweat. your body calms down, but Hollis keeps going. he grunts in your ear, louder and louder, until you're crying again from pleasure so painfully overwhelming.

he pounds into you, faster, harder. then he lets out a choking sound, and his hips move on their own. his strokes are sloppy, and his groans are wavering.

you cum again like your entire body has been lit up with electricity.

Hollis rides out his orgasm, slowly. both of you are tender, especially you. every time he moves inside of you, you whimper. his muscles spazz, and when you prop yourself on your elbows, an aftershock hits him. he clutches onto you and cums again.

you moan into his shoulder. he curses.

"slow," you say. "slowly, slowly."

he pulls himself out as careful as though he were handling a bomb. he catches his breath. the condom and your pussy are soaked in each other's cum. you don't want to move just yet, but you have to touch Hollis.

you pull him down onto you and kiss him.

his kisses are sloppy, too, now. you giggle like you’re drunk, right into his mouth, but when he moves himself closer, he kisses you harder, holding your head with his hands.

and then his body is back against yours, and you're playing tug-a-war again, like neither of you can get enough of one another.

he pushes his tip back in between your folds without warning. he thrusts only a few times then lets out a final grunt and finishes.

you’re drunk from kissing him.

you’ve had sex. It should be over, but the way you make out, it's like you're starting all over again.

"you okay?"

you nod, dizzy.

he laughs, all breathy, and presses his forehead against your thrashing heart.

"from now on, when you wanna fuck? come to me."

comment to be added to tag!!

2hollis x fem reader

contains: drugie!hollis,drugs, smut,masturbating, slow burn, smut, oral (f & m receiving) (p in v) unprotected sex

a/n: is hollis finally getting his shit tg?👀 dick so good we couldn’t move on (pt3 jumps to a year.. too lazy to add extra so i’ll edit later on tdy!)

pt1

“Hollis, man,” Angelo slaps his cards on the coffee table, “where you been? i almost missed you.”

normally, Hollis would give Angelo something; a shake on his shoulder, a fake, tired laugh, something. but he’s too tired as he drags himself across Angelo’s floor and collapses onto the armchair.

Angelo leans back on the couch and stares at him. “my best customer. haven’t been my best as of late. what’s up?”

Hollis rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “i need a line.”

Angelo laughs, joyously. “alright. now we’re talking.” he pushes up, digs into his pocket, and pulls out a baggy with very little coke at the bottom. in a serious tone, he says, “you owe me, Frazier. remember, i actually have to make a living.”

Hollis yanks out the money, slams it on the table, and nearly salivates at the sight of Angelo unraveling the plastic baggy. Hollis snatches it from his gasp, pours himself a line with shaky fingers, and snorts it up. the rush hits him instantly. it’s better this time since he hadn’t done any coke at the last party he went to, he only drank.

it had been the first time since Hollis was a young teenager that he hadn’t touched coke at a party. he thought of you the entire time. when Roman shouted to him from across the room, “Hollis, get over here and snort this shit, it’s fire!” Hollis could barely glance over. he knew if he did he’d end up snorting half the stash.

he wants to do better for you. but he can’t quit just like that.

“ahh, fuck.” he folds forward, hides his face with his hands and Angelo asks him what’s wrong. but Hollis doesn’t want to talk about you or being without you right now.

Angelo laughs. he thinks he’s so funny. “what’s the matter Frazier, yo girl get mad at you for something?”

in a rage, Hollis shoves all the items off the coffee table in one violent sweep. the bong falls off with a loud tang noise. a big book about growing pot collapses to the floor with a heavy thump. a pencil goes flying across the room and rolls across the floor. and then everything goes quiet.

Angelo stares at Hollis, speechless for once.

“i don’t… wanna fucking talk about her.”

his hand shakes as he points a finger at Angelo. “don’t talk about her to me.”

Angelo blinks then holds his hands up in surrender. “damn. didn’t realize.”

Hollis takes a deep breath. “i’m gonna get my shit together, and i’ll get her back.

“after another line, huh?” Angelo smirks, staring at Hollis from the corner of his eye.

and it’s difficult, but Hollis doesn’t ask for another line from Angelo. he forces himself to leave without another word.

but later that evening, Roman calls Hollis out and shouts through the line, “Hollis! you coming to Nate’s tonight?”

the last party he went to, it was too tempting. this time, he isn’t sure he would be strong, even with the thought of you on his mind. “nah, i don’t think so man.”

there are muffled sounds on the other line.

“aw, don’t be a fucking bore. best coke, just in. i’ll snort it all up if you don’t get here soon.”

Hollis winces. he can already reel the adrenaline from the drug. “sorry, Rom.”

Roman mutters something then hangs up.

all the party noise stops. Hollis flops back on his bed and sighs at the ceiling. he drums his fingers on his stomach. that itch is coming back. Hollis could still change his mind and head to the party, snort half the stash, and have a wildly fun time. but no. he said he’s going to get his shit together for you. he has to.

when you come to mind, Hollis feels that hallow hole inside of him. he can’t get high, and he can’t reach out to you. how the hell is he supposed to occupy his time now?

you wonder the same thing. Hollis has taken up so much of your time, especially in the last few months as he’s gotten more out of control. lying in your own bed staring at the ceiling, you contemplate calling Chessa, telling her that you desperately miss Hollis, you’re craving him, you might actually lose your mind if he doesn’t come walking through your bedroom door right now.

Hollis feels the same way, but he has no one to tell. if he can’t be with you, though, he can at least think of you. he slides his hand down, undoes his jeans, massages himself and grows quickly. “fuck.” now he has no choice but to take care of it. he’s. had you before, a hundred times. he can think of you all he wants. he can picture you naked on top of him all he wants.

you, on the other hand, feel guilty for thinking about Hollis panting in your ear, kissing down your neck, along your jaw. you broke up with him. you shouldn’t be yearning like this. but your hands have a mind of their own, and they wander over your breasts, down your stomach, right over your clit, over the fabric of your clothes.

there’s a chance Hollis will never touch you again. the thought makes you whine out loud. if he were here, he’d watch you like a hungry tiger, ask you if you “like that,” and if you want him to “fuck it out of you.”

“yes yes yes.”

Hollis shudders, watching the precum leak out of his tip as he goes faster, imagining you rocking on him. and you imagine him cheering you on, urging to you to go faster.

and without knowing, both of you cum to the thought of one another. it’s desperate. it’s embarrassing. but it’s also a relief.

it’s been a while since the break up. a month, almost exactly. you haven’t heard about Hollis, not from mutual friends, not from people at parties even in passing. when you started going back out, you were afraid of running into him, afraid to see him coked out or stumbling drunk, even worse than before you broke up. you didn’t see him at any parties. and now, you wonder if he somehow finds out about the party you’re going to ahead of time so he doesn’t run into you.

no. that would take so much energy. Hollis isn't that obsessed with you. and the more you think about it, the less sure you are that he's thinking about you at all. he hasn't reached out via text or phone call. no voicemails. no dropping by drunk in the middle of the night. he was so broken when you first ended things, and now nothing.

you've picked up new hobbies; painting , baking, drawing. anything to ease you. but it doesn't take your mind off of Hollis. it kills you not to ask Chessa about him.

even Hollis's friends have been less noticeable. Roman, who seemed like he was everywhere at one point, has almost slipped from your mind completely. you saw Nate once when he seen you, he did a double take and gave you a subtle nod. it surprised you, this tiny interaction, so much so that you spazzed and looked away.

as time slowly creeps on, it hits you; Hollis could have actually moved on. when you broke up with him, you allowed him to grow apart from you. and then it really hits you; what if no one is mentioning Hollis to you because he has moved on? and everyone is afraid to tell you because you're the one who was supposed to move on first?

you realize this as you're running, and it stops you dead in your tracks. dizzy, nauseous. you puke into someone's preened bushes, wipe your mouth, and stagger on.

but with each violent beat of your heart, the image of Hollis with another girl slams you right upside the head.

except Hollis isn’t busy with girls. for the past three weeks he’s been buried into writing music and always in the studio. it’s been a lot of stress trying not to screw things up.

he’s been trying to keep a low profile. when Roman calls to invite Hollis to another party, sometimes Hollis pretends he doesn’t hear his phone ringing. he makes up some excuse, something new every time. Roman doesn’t push him as much anymore.

but it’s not like Hollis has been totally clean.

he drops into Angelo’s once in a while, on the days it’s hardest not to be with you.

detoxing you would be impossible if he completely cut out his little coke habit.

“she ain’t got a new boyfriend?” Angelo once joked.

Hollis didn’t find it funny. he reached across the table and picked up the gun Angelo leaves around.

“see this? one shot to the fucker who lays a hand on her, and he’s dead. she knows that.”

and that’s what exactly what you think about at the next party you go to. this time, you came with Chessa, but she’s somewhere in a happy drunken haze, mingling with other people.

but you’re dressed up too just to feel better. you’ve lounged around your house in sweatpants for the last three days. you wanted to feel pretty, so you put on make up, Chessa did your hair, and you grabbed a dress from the back of your closet that you’ve been dying to wear.

you enjoy the party by yourself, sipping on your drink and dancing subtly to the music, until a guy approaches you.

he introduces himself. you make small talk and for several minutes. then he says, “i’m actually about to head out, but i wanted to ask you on a date first.”

it surprises you. it also doesn’t. you’ve had guys hit on you since you and Hollis broke up, but it never feels right. after your anxious realization, Hollis may have already moved on. you considered it, the guy is cute.

he has a nice smile, and clearly knows how to dress. he seems nervous too, like he actually cares about your response. Hollis was always so cocky, teasing you for liking him, for staring at him when his shirt was off.

even if he is... hooking up, oh God with other girls, he could still see you one day and change his mind. or, maybe it has nothing to do with other girls, and he's occupied in some other way.

just in case, you say, "sorry. i'm sort of seeing someone."

you turn around and are startled to see Hollis already staring at you from across the room.

the first thing you notice is the clearness, the brightness in his eyes. he’s not high. he hasn’t been drinking and when you make eye contact, he smiles. like a firework exploding inside your chest.

your hands shake, your heart pounds. all these months, you’ve been picturing the first time seeing him again. where you would be, how would you look, what it might be like to talk to him.

now that he’s here, you freeze.

he nods at you to meet him at the door.

like your feet have a mind of their own, you glide straight to the door without a single thought, forgetting your drink on the counter.

Hollis makes his way through the crowd with his unsteady hands in his pockets. the sight of you makes him swell from the inside out.

your lips wobble as you fight back a smile and fail. a rush of heat blooms up Hollis’s neck and all over his face. now it’s just you two, away from the crowd.

“you look beautiful,” he says gently.

you blush.

“you do.”

you’re like a kid again with a crush. it’s such a relief to see Hollis vibrant and alive and dateless, but it seems almost too good to be true.

“you look good.” you tell him. it feels good to mean it.

he gives a proud smile then glances over his shoulder and says, “let’s go for a walk.”

he holds his hand out for you as you descend the stairs. your hand slips into his, gracefully, like a puzzle piece, and you almost pull away at the electric feel it sends through your body.

your feet crunch against the gravel, the party sounds fading as you head outside. at his car you lean back and Hollis stands before you.

his eyes dance all over your body.

“i was nervous about coming,” you say.

“but you did.”

“i thought, maybe, you wouldn’t be here.”

“how’d that make you feel?” he leans in just slightly, but it’s enough to make your breath catch.

“sick.”

his foot moves against the gravel. “you know, i got better. it’s not like last summer.”

you nod. all of your unanswered questions come bubbling up, filling your brain until you can’t think straight. that is it. you could ask him every last question you’ve had in the last year, but you’re terrified of the answers.

“you seem better,” you say.

“haven’t had a drop in months. i’ve been working on my music, doing a lot. my parents are actually kind of proud of me. for once.

he chuckles, as thought this is funny, but you’re genuinely happy for him. “Holli, that’s great.” but you keep thinking, at any moment he’s going to tell you he started to see someone.

“and, uh the coke, you know, i haven’t… well, i don’t do as much anymore.”

Hollis looks at you for your reaction, hoping to see a sign in your eyes that you’re ready to take him back.

“i’ve been waiting to tell you that for a long time,” he says, bashfully.

you smile. “that’s awesome. i’m really happy to hear that.”

so take me back. it feels right that that would be the next thing to say. Hollis waits for you to mention getting back together, or at least mention that your wish for him last year was to get better before you take him back. i'm good now, he begs. i got my shit together. take me back take me back take me back.

Hollis clears his throat. “so, you’re here with your friends..?”

you hold your breath. he’s going to ease into it. he’s going to ask about you first to try and cushion the blow. yeah, you might say. and he might respond, i met someone.

she’s here.

“i… am,” you say. “but everyone else i know is here too.” your girlfriend?

Hollis nods. it’s quiet for a long time. the tension rises in the space between you, and you start to get nervous. “maybe we should—“

“i got better for you.”

he stares at your horrified expression, waits for it to change, to soften. he hopes to see you smile, but it doesn’t come. and then he worries. this was all for nothing. all those party invites he declined. all those glares Roman gave him when he turned down some great coke.

it’s a long time before you find your voice.

“i, um… that’s…” what the hell do you say to that? it rattles you, the confession. “for me?”

he nods. “i wanted you to think better of me.” he reaches out for you but hesitates and pulls back, smoothes his hand over his head. “i hoped… i hoped it would change your mind. about us.”

you try to breathe in, but it doesn’t get very deep. so Hollis isn’t seeing anyone he didn’t come with a girl. “you’re not here with anyone?”

his brow furrows. “what? no. no, of course not. why would you think that?”

“i thought… i don’t know, i thought you’d move on.”

Hollis grabs your hands. “i haven’t. i haven’t thought about anyone but you. i got better for you, so we could be together.”

“oh my God.”

“and i’m better. you don’t have to worry.”

“Hollis-“

“seriously.” and just like an old habit, he slides his hands onto your waist and steps closer so your hips touch. you can feel him there, and it makes it harder to breathe. "i don't want anybody else."

it’s such a relief, you could burst into tears if you let yourself. this is all so familiar, but it's been such a long time.

Hollis presses his forehead against yours.

"please say something."

when you broke up with Hollis last year, you were sure that would be it. "it was so hard getting over you." your voice wavers. "and then i didn't hear about you. i was worried you weren't mine anymore." but it's hard to believe he still is after all this time.

"no, but i am," he whispers, urgently. "i'm all yours."

your vision blurs. you duck your head, but Hollis lifts your chin and makes you look at him. he leans in, slowly, and kisses you. it’s firm but not forceful. your lips remember him and want more. Hollis must feel it because he opens his mouth to kiss you again, but you press your hands against his chest.

he looks at you, confused.

"i want to," you say. "but i also don't want to move too quickly." you don't want Hollis to fall back into all of his old ways at once.

he nods, even though he looks disappointed.

to prove to him you're still his, you peck him on the lips and smile. "i didn't move on. i tried to, but... i couldn't."

Hollis’s hand falls from your waist. "did you see anybody?"

"no." you let out a breath of relief. that you can say with confidence. you’re happy to tell him you haven't been with anybody else. "i told you, it was too hard."

Hollis grins from ear-to-ear.

"we should go back to the party," you say.

his smile fades. he nods.

"come on." you take him by the hand and, slowly, silently, you stroll back through the dark to the house party. before you go your separate ways, you say, "let’s just take things slow this time, okay?"

but "taking things slow" for Hollis is waiting just a few hours before showing up at your door like all those months ago. expect, this time he isn't drunk. he hasn't done any coke.

your bedroom light is on. your friends cars are parked in the driveway they decided to stay over last minute, so Hollis has to be quiet. he sneaks around the side of the house, grabs a handful of gravel in the dark, and tosses it up at your window.

you jump. unlike all those months ago, you know right away what it is---who it is. you pause your movie and leap out of bed. Hollis has another handful ready, but when he sees you leaning out, he stops and smiles.

"i’ll let you in," you whisper-yell.

both of you scurry to the front door. Hollis’s heart is pounding, leaping with joy, when you open the door and let him in.

you hold a finger to your lips. "you have to be quiet. Sara and Chessa are sleeping."

the stairs creak under both of your weight.

you reach back for Hollis’s hand, trying to keep your breath steady, but you're too excited.

the smell of your perfume hits Hollis when he walks into your room. everything is pretty much the same as last year; your bed is still to the right against the wall. your poster of your favorite band is tacked up on your closet door, lopsided now. and every surface is still messy with all of your things; tangled jewelry, dead flowers hosted by glass perfume bottles, unfinished self-help books left open, facedown, and clothes. lots of clothes, some dirty, some only pulled from the closet and tried on then tossed aside.

you gently close your door. a rush of giddiness overwhelms you for a moment as you approach Hollis’s backside. he hasn't said a word since coming into your house.

it’s a lot like last year, but it feels different, somehow.

the moment you walked in, which was three hours ago, you changed into comfy clothes, undid your hair, and removed every bit of make up.

Hollis still thinks you're more beautiful than ever.

"hi," he says.

"hi."

you both stand there like a couple of middle schoolers at a dance, but Hollis desperately wants to touch you, and you want to feel him just to know for sure that this isn't a dream. you’ve imagined this moment for so long; Hollis appearing in the night like he did that one time last summer, but he's healed.

"does Roman know you’re here?"

"he thinks i’m at the studio." he blushes. "i can be here as long as possible."

you relax. as long as you're not too loud, your friends will never know.

"i’m glad that you're here." you slide your finger around a bracelet on his wrist and give it a gentle tug. this contact alone makes you giddy.

"i kept thinking about that kiss earlier," he says, with a smile. "i wanted to do it again."

your heart swells. it’s the perfect thing to say. everything about tonight has been unexpectedly perfect. "you wanna kiss me?" for some reason, it's hard to believe this is happening.

Hollis nods, and he grazes his fingers against your jawline those perfectly, boney, boyish fingers pushes your back, and pulls you in for a firm kiss.

you melt.

Hollis breathes for what feels like the first time in a long time. your bodies come together, his chest firm against your breasts. he can feel them pressed into him, and he pulls your hips closer with a hand on your lower back so you can feel him down there; what the familiar feel of your mouth is doing to him.

he rocks both of you side-to-side until you hit the edge of your bed. you’re both hungry for one another, kissing slowly but more aggressively.

you sit on the bed and undo Hollis’s jeans. he smiles down at you, admires your shaky fingers as they work quickly.

"you want to?"

you nod.

Hollis pulls his shirt off. you get his bottoms down just enough that he's out, and he's already hard. just like old times. so easy.

you wrap your hand around his base but take your time. it’s been a year. rushing through this will lessen the enjoyment.

Hollis’s eyes are glossy. he traces shapes along your cheek with his fingertip. "that feels so good," he murmurs, as you start to massage him.

you start with the flat of your tongue, teasing his tip. Hollis seethes. then your lips come around him, just the end.

"fuck." he grits his teeth.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, and he clamps his hand down hard on your shoulder. he tries to force himself deeper into your mouth, but you pull back with a big, wet pop and he curses.

precum leaks out, and Hollis hopes you don't tease him for it. he’s so easy when it comes to you. you’re the only girl he ever thought about, even when he had the chance to be with another girl.

he helps you out of your top, and lucky for him, you're braless. your tits fall out, and Hollis’s mouth salivates. you smile like you know exactly what he's thinking.

you surprise Hollis by sliding him all the way into your mouth. he clamps his hand down on your shoulder and tilts his head back.

"holy shit."

you take your time, sucking hard, running your tongue flat against him, just teasing him with a graze of your teeth, which makes him shudder. his grip tightens on your shoulder as he tries not to lose his balance.

but he's getting too excited, and you're going too slow, so he pushes his bottoms all the way down, his hands shaking.

he desperately grabs at your bottoms, clawing at your skin, and yanks them down your legs before he tosses them aside. he crawls over you, devouring your lips with his.

"we have to be quiet," you whisper.

Hollis’s dick is pressed against him. when he settles down on you, you can feel every bit of him and gasp. you reach back and clutch one of the iron-wrought beams on your headboard. Hollis kisses up your breast bone and laughs against your skin when he realizes how easy this is, to pull this reaction out of you.

"you waited for me?"

"uh huh."

he smiles to himself. "nobody else has touched you?"

"no."

Hollis slides his warm hand up your stomach they're nearly the same size.. you've missed his big, boyish hands and how they glide around your body like drizzled chocolate. he massages your breast and groans with hunger. all at once, he wants to devour you. whole.

he moves his body against yours, and when you moan from the feel of his cock against your belly, he grins. "you seem a little too easy," he says. "have you not touched yourself?"

you did last night, and this afternoon when you took a shower. but, it's the first time since you broke up with Hollis that someone else has touched you like this, and it sets your body ablaze. so much so that you lose your voice.

"huh?" more tender kisses down your body, lower and lower.

your legs bend and clench the farther down he goes. and he goes achingly slow, taking his time with each wet kiss on your exposed skin. for a moment, you think you may not make it past foreplay.

what was the question?

"just you," you pant, and you cup the back of his warm neck.

the muscles in Hollis’s arms and back move as he shifts farther down and then breathes on your clit. you whimper, which doesn't surprise Hollis but excites him. it’s exactly what he wanted, and now it's his turn to make you feel good.

he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your thigh that alone makes your body clench.

"relax," he says, and he kisses your inner thighs, a kiss on each one, just a little bit of teeth.

it would be less torture if he just slid himself inside you right now. you almost tell him to because this teasing is unbearable. but when Hollis wants to take his time, no amount of convincing will hurry him. especially when it comes to you, to this.

he starts the same way you did; teasing with the flat of his tongue. he flicks it up and down your clit, just barely, and your legs clench on either side of his head. he laughs, sinking his mouth into you and sucking.

you gasp loudly and clutch at the sheets.

you’d strangle him with your thighs if he wasn't keeping them apart with his fingers dug into your flesh.

Hollis tugs you down and puts his whole mouth on you, lets out a breathy moan, which reverberates from your core all through your body. and then he grazes the tip of his tongue along the edge of your opening. you quiver and melt on him. he sucks harder until his cheeks hollow, teasing you the way you did him you may never make that mistake again.

"mm, you taste so good, fuck." Hollis comes up for air for a moment then goes back down, opening his mouth wider, swirling his tongue around until you're writhing and whimpering.

"Holli, Holli," you pant.

he sticks his tongue inside.

"oh my God." you clutch his shoulder and push against him with one of your thighs.

but he's stronger. he grunts and pushes against your weight.

he moves his tongue around inside you.

when you instinctively fight against him, he only goes harder. your back arches. one of your heels digs into the bed, but still Hollis keeps going.

he hasn't tasted you since before you broke up. he hadn't even thought of doing this when you had sex last because he was so upset over losing you, and so coked out.

you’re sweeter than he remembers. any precum of yours, he licks it right up.

but it's getting to be too much. for both of you. if Hollis keeps this up, you may actually cum. and Hollis is throbbing to be inside of you, your noises are driving him crazy.

he stops, and your muscles spasm. you were so close.

Hollis climbs over you, and you watch him quickly stroke himself although, he couldn't be any harder, and his own precum has leaked out.

before he frantically pushes his tip inside of you.

you seethe.

"you okay?" he says.

but you haven't had sex since you broke up with Hollis. it’s been a year. "slow," you say.

"it hurts."

he nods with a hungry look in his eyes, and holding onto your hip, Hollis slowly pushes himself in. your walls tighten around him as he fills you up. the pain is highly noticeable but it doesn't make you make him stop. he fits inside you like you're made for each other.

Hollis stops and shudders. this is going to be difficult for both of you.

he lowers himself against you and starts slow, rolling his hips so he gets in deep.

and, again, it hurts. you gasp at the ceiling but clutch onto Hollis for support. his breath is heavy and humid in your ear, but it keeps you focused on the good feeling that's slowly replacing the pain.

you’re warm and tight around him. he hasn't felt this in so long. for months, he's only depended on his hand and his imagination, which got the job done, but this. this is so much better.

"you can go faster," you say.

but Hollis already feels so good, he's afraid he won't last much longer if he does. he doesn't want you to know that, though. he doesn't want to be that easy. so, he lifts himself up but only picks up the pace slightly. hopefully, you don't notice that he's already struggling.

"Holli." did he hear you?

he kisses your neck to distract you and turn you on. but then you grab his ass with your hand to give him a hint, and Hollis nips at your skin. he tugs your earlobe between his teeth then leaves sloppy kisses along your jawline. your mouths meet for a slow make out.

Hollis stops moving and stills inside of you.

you smile softly at him. "i can't believe this is happening," you say. "i can't believe you're here."

he can't believe it either. he thought, for sure, you wouldn't take him back, not even for a night like this. "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." it hits you, suddenly, how much you've missed Hollis. it would never be like this with someone else.

you slide your arms around his neck. after a moment, Hollis starts rolling his hips into you again. you moan.

this time, Hollis goes faster, trying hard not to focus on the good feeling growing inside him. Instead, he focuses on his unsteady breathing and keeping a steady rhythm. but then you let out a little noise, which punctures his streak. he falters for a moment then rolls his hips even faster. your noises get louder. Hollis reaches down between your bodies and massages your clit in hopes it'll get you closer.

and it does. your legs bend on either side of him, but you want him deeper. "Hollis," you breathe, and you move yourself farther down. “more.”

he pushes in further until your teeth clench.

you melt into the bed with a long, satisfied,

"mmm," but that makes Hollis go harder and pushes you into the mattress.

you smoothe a hand over his head. "hey," you whisper. "look at me."

but Hollis refuses. if he does, he may lose it.

so, he ignores you, keeping his forehead against your collarbone. after a minute, he lifts your thigh up, up over his shoulder and rolls in deeper, harder. his bone cracks and his breath heavies. he wants to ask you if you're close, but he can't find his voice.

you focus on the sound of his panting, which always turns you on. you could get yourself off just to the sound of his labored breath in your ear.

he's lost in his own head, too focused to look at you.

the bed creaks. you arch your back so your breasts are pressed against Hollis’s chest. he's as close as he could possibly get, and yet you want him closer. you don't ever want him to pull out.

"want me to get on top?" you say.

he’s silent for a moment like he didn't hear you, and then he pulls you with him by your hip and rolls both of you over. just like that, you're on top.

your hair falls perfect and messy around your shoulders you look beautiful. Hollis adjusts himself, lifting his hips up into you and squeezing your waist. his chest gleams with sweat.

you run your hands up and down his torso, smiling. "i think you're stronger than last time."

he smirks. he’s spent a lot more time at the gym since cutting down on drugs and partying.

"you could've held me down if you wanted to," you say. but you're just thinking out loud. you want to see him writhe from underneath.

Hollis slides his hand up and massages your breast as you rock on him. "you’re doing a really good job, baby." his voice is coarse, like how it is in the mornings. he can all be yours again the thought thrills you, and you bounce on him, faster, harder.

to tease him further, you tilt your head back, letting your hair tickle his legs, which makes him groan. when you're not looking, Hollis surprises you by massaging your clit, and your thighs clamp against his hips. he grabs your stomach. both of you are getting close. the bedsprings squeak underneath, but quietly enough that Sara and Chessa won't hear down the hall.

you roll your hips, leaning forward so now your hair is in Hollis’s face the way he likes it and you get him deeper inside.

"fuck, keep going, keep going," he says. he sounds really close.

"i can't wait to cum on you." you smile.

at that, Hollis helps you bounce on him, gritting his teeth.

you lower your voice. "alllll around you."

with a grunt, Hollis sits up so you're chest-to-chest. he wraps an arm around you, bends his knees, tries desperately to help you go faster and then sits back and lifts his hips. "shit."

you clench around him, over and over.

he chokes. "oh, fuck." he watches; your breasts as they bounce, your hardened nipples, the flesh on your thighs jiggle.

"God, you're so sexy. you’re so fucking beautiful, and you feel so good."

"touch me."

Hollis grabs one of your breasts and sucks on your nipple. his mouth is like a vacuum. he teases you with his teeth. your mouth draws open, your nose wrinkles. you close your eyes and focus on the sensation, like a flower blooming from your breast, coursing through the rest of your body.

you’re on the verge of tears, and it's evident in your voice as you say, "i want it so bad, Holli. Hollis."

"let go for me, baby. let me feel it."

whenever you come, Hollis will follow quickly. he’s always been easy like that.

he squeezes your outer thighs and watches your face. he loves to watch you when you cum, loves to see it take over your whole body. the idea that his dick has such a powerful effect over you makes him dizzy and sensitive to the touch.

the moment you feel yourself falling off the edge, letting go around him, you let out every noise that comes bubbling up from inside. you clutch onto Hollis, digging your nails into his skin until it turns red. your thighs clench against him, and when it's too much, you whine like a baby.

Hollis’s breath heavies, his chest rising and falling, and then he quickly clutches onto your waist, his hips buck up, and he comes with you. behind you, his legs shakes back and forth. He grunts he can't stop cumming.

when he thinks he's almost done, he keeps going. even once you've finished.

but feeling his warm liquid inside of you, you moan and rock on him until you can't anymore. when you come down, you hold onto one another, catching your breaths.

Hollis flops back on your bed with his eyes shut.

you lean over him and kiss up his chest. he moans, satisfied.

"i don't ever want to make love to anybody else," you tell him. You're drunk on his effect.

Hollis tucks your hair behind your ears.

"you’re taking me back?"

"i don't know, are you all mine?"

He nods. "absolutely."

you peck him on the lips; once, twice, three times. he throws his arms around you, pulls you down and onto the bed, then throws his leg over yours so you're locked in his embrace. for a moment, you stare at one another. his breath is loud in the small space between you.

"stay tonight," you whisper.

"okay."

"and tomorrow night."

"okay."

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2hollis x fem reader

contains: drugie!hollis,drugs, smut,masturbating, slow burn, smut, oral (f & m receiving) (p in v) unprotected sex

a/n: is hollis finally getting his shit tg?👀 dick so good we couldn’t move on (pt3 jumps to a year.. too lazy to add extra so i’ll edit later on tdy!)

pt1

“Hollis, man,” Angelo slaps his cards on the coffee table, “where you been? i almost missed you.”

normally, Hollis would give Angelo something; a shake on his shoulder, a fake, tired laugh, something. but he’s too tired as he drags himself across Angelo’s floor and collapses onto the armchair.

Angelo leans back on the couch and stares at him. “my best customer. haven’t been my best as of late. what’s up?”

Hollis rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “i need a line.”

Angelo laughs, joyously. “alright. now we’re talking.” he pushes up, digs into his pocket, and pulls out a baggy with very little coke at the bottom. in a serious tone, he says, “you owe me, Frazier. remember, i actually have to make a living.”

Hollis yanks out the money, slams it on the table, and nearly salivates at the sight of Angelo unraveling the plastic baggy. Hollis snatches it from his gasp, pours himself a line with shaky fingers, and snorts it up. the rush hits him instantly. it’s better this time since he hadn’t done any coke at the last party he went to, he only drank.

it had been the first time since Hollis was a young teenager that he hadn’t touched coke at a party. he thought of you the entire time. when Roman shouted to him from across the room, “Hollis, get over here and snort this shit, it’s fire!” Hollis could barely glance over. he knew if he did he’d end up snorting half the stash.

he wants to do better for you. but he can’t quit just like that.

“ahh, fuck.” he folds forward, hides his face with his hands and Angelo asks him what’s wrong. but Hollis doesn’t want to talk about you or being without you right now.

Angelo laughs. he thinks he’s so funny. “what’s the matter Frazier, yo girl get mad at you for something?”

in a rage, Hollis shoves all the items off the coffee table in one violent sweep. the bong falls off with a loud tang noise. a big book about growing pot collapses to the floor with a heavy thump. a pencil goes flying across the room and rolls across the floor. and then everything goes quiet.

Angelo stares at Hollis, speechless for once.

“i don’t… wanna fucking talk about her.”

his hand shakes as he points a finger at Angelo. “don’t talk about her to me.”

Angelo blinks then holds his hands up in surrender. “damn. didn’t realize.”

Hollis takes a deep breath. “i’m gonna get my shit together, and i’ll get her back.

“after another line, huh?” Angelo smirks, staring at Hollis from the corner of his eye.

and it’s difficult, but Hollis doesn’t ask for another line from Angelo. he forces himself to leave without another word.

but later that evening, Roman calls Hollis out and shouts through the line, “Hollis! you coming to Nate’s tonight?”

the last party he went to, it was too tempting. this time, he isn’t sure he would be strong, even with the thought of you on his mind. “nah, i don’t think so man.”

there are muffled sounds on the other line.

“aw, don’t be a fucking bore. best coke, just in. i’ll snort it all up if you don’t get here soon.”

Hollis winces. he can already reel the adrenaline from the drug. “sorry, Rom.”

Roman mutters something then hangs up.

all the party noise stops. Hollis flops back on his bed and sighs at the ceiling. he drums his fingers on his stomach. that itch is coming back. Hollis could still change his mind and head to the party, snort half the stash, and have a wildly fun time. but no. he said he’s going to get his shit together for you. he has to.

when you come to mind, Hollis feels that hallow hole inside of him. he can’t get high, and he can’t reach out to you. how the hell is he supposed to occupy his time now?

you wonder the same thing. Hollis has taken up so much of your time, especially in the last few months as he’s gotten more out of control. lying in your own bed staring at the ceiling, you contemplate calling Chessa, telling her that you desperately miss Hollis, you’re craving him, you might actually lose your mind if he doesn’t come walking through your bedroom door right now.

Hollis feels the same way, but he has no one to tell. if he can’t be with you, though, he can at least think of you. he slides his hand down, undoes his jeans, massages himself and grows quickly. “fuck.” now he has no choice but to take care of it. he’s. had you before, a hundred times. he can think of you all he wants. he can picture you naked on top of him all he wants.

you, on the other hand, feel guilty for thinking about Hollis panting in your ear, kissing down your neck, along your jaw. you broke up with him. you shouldn’t be yearning like this. but your hands have a mind of their own, and they wander over your breasts, down your stomach, right over your clit, over the fabric of your clothes.

there’s a chance Hollis will never touch you again. the thought makes you whine out loud. if he were here, he’d watch you like a hungry tiger, ask you if you “like that,” and if you want him to “fuck it out of you.”

“yes yes yes.”

Hollis shudders, watching the precum leak out of his tip as he goes faster, imagining you rocking on him. and you imagine him cheering you on, urging to you to go faster.

and without knowing, both of you cum to the thought of one another. it’s desperate. it’s embarrassing. but it’s also a relief.

it’s been a while since the break up. a month, almost exactly. you haven’t heard about Hollis, not from mutual friends, not from people at parties even in passing. when you started going back out, you were afraid of running into him, afraid to see him coked out or stumbling drunk, even worse than before you broke up. you didn’t see him at any parties. and now, you wonder if he somehow finds out about the party you’re going to ahead of time so he doesn’t run into you.

no. that would take so much energy. Hollis isn't that obsessed with you. and the more you think about it, the less sure you are that he's thinking about you at all. he hasn't reached out via text or phone call. no voicemails. no dropping by drunk in the middle of the night. he was so broken when you first ended things, and now nothing.

you've picked up new hobbies; painting , baking, drawing. anything to ease you. but it doesn't take your mind off of Hollis. it kills you not to ask Chessa about him.

even Hollis's friends have been less noticeable. Roman, who seemed like he was everywhere at one point, has almost slipped from your mind completely. you saw Nate once when he seen you, he did a double take and gave you a subtle nod. it surprised you, this tiny interaction, so much so that you spazzed and looked away.

as time slowly creeps on, it hits you; Hollis could have actually moved on. when you broke up with him, you allowed him to grow apart from you. and then it really hits you; what if no one is mentioning Hollis to you because he has moved on? and everyone is afraid to tell you because you're the one who was supposed to move on first?

you realize this as you're running, and it stops you dead in your tracks. dizzy, nauseous. you puke into someone's preened bushes, wipe your mouth, and stagger on.

but with each violent beat of your heart, the image of Hollis with another girl slams you right upside the head.

except Hollis isn’t busy with girls. for the past three weeks he’s been buried into writing music and always in the studio. it’s been a lot of stress trying not to screw things up.

he’s been trying to keep a low profile. when Roman calls to invite Hollis to another party, sometimes Hollis pretends he doesn’t hear his phone ringing. he makes up some excuse, something new every time. Roman doesn’t push him as much anymore.

but it’s not like Hollis has been totally clean.

he drops into Angelo’s once in a while, on the days it’s hardest not to be with you.

detoxing you would be impossible if he completely cut out his little coke habit.

“she ain’t got a new boyfriend?” Angelo once joked.

Hollis didn’t find it funny. he reached across the table and picked up the gun Angelo leaves around.

“see this? one shot to the fucker who lays a hand on her, and he’s dead. she knows that.”

and that’s what exactly what you think about at the next party you go to. this time, you came with Chessa, but she’s somewhere in a happy drunken haze, mingling with other people.

but you’re dressed up too just to feel better. you’ve lounged around your house in sweatpants for the last three days. you wanted to feel pretty, so you put on make up, Chessa did your hair, and you grabbed a dress from the back of your closet that you’ve been dying to wear.

you enjoy the party by yourself, sipping on your drink and dancing subtly to the music, until a guy approaches you.

he introduces himself. you make small talk and for several minutes. then he says, “i’m actually about to head out, but i wanted to ask you on a date first.”

it surprises you. it also doesn’t. you’ve had guys hit on you since you and Hollis broke up, but it never feels right. after your anxious realization, Hollis may have already moved on. you considered it, the guy is cute.

he has a nice smile, and clearly knows how to dress. he seems nervous too, like he actually cares about your response. Hollis was always so cocky, teasing you for liking him, for staring at him when his shirt was off.

even if he is... hooking up, oh God with other girls, he could still see you one day and change his mind. or, maybe it has nothing to do with other girls, and he's occupied in some other way.

just in case, you say, "sorry. i'm sort of seeing someone."

you turn around and are startled to see Hollis already staring at you from across the room.

the first thing you notice is the clearness, the brightness in his eyes. he’s not high. he hasn’t been drinking and when you make eye contact, he smiles. like a firework exploding inside your chest.

your hands shake, your heart pounds. all these months, you’ve been picturing the first time seeing him again. where you would be, how would you look, what it might be like to talk to him.

now that he’s here, you freeze.

he nods at you to meet him at the door.

like your feet have a mind of their own, you glide straight to the door without a single thought, forgetting your drink on the counter.

Hollis makes his way through the crowd with his unsteady hands in his pockets. the sight of you makes him swell from the inside out.

your lips wobble as you fight back a smile and fail. a rush of heat blooms up Hollis’s neck and all over his face. now it’s just you two, away from the crowd.

“you look beautiful,” he says gently.

you blush.

“you do.”

you’re like a kid again with a crush. it’s such a relief to see Hollis vibrant and alive and dateless, but it seems almost too good to be true.

“you look good.” you tell him. it feels good to mean it.

he gives a proud smile then glances over his shoulder and says, “let’s go for a walk.”

he holds his hand out for you as you descend the stairs. your hand slips into his, gracefully, like a puzzle piece, and you almost pull away at the electric feel it sends through your body.

your feet crunch against the gravel, the party sounds fading as you head outside. at his car you lean back and Hollis stands before you.

his eyes dance all over your body.

“i was nervous about coming,” you say.

“but you did.”

“i thought, maybe, you wouldn’t be here.”

“how’d that make you feel?” he leans in just slightly, but it’s enough to make your breath catch.

“sick.”

his foot moves against the gravel. “you know, i got better. it’s not like last summer.”

you nod. all of your unanswered questions come bubbling up, filling your brain until you can’t think straight. that is it. you could ask him every last question you’ve had in the last year, but you’re terrified of the answers.

“you seem better,” you say.

“haven’t had a drop in months. i’ve been working on my music, doing a lot. my parents are actually kind of proud of me. for once.

he chuckles, as thought this is funny, but you’re genuinely happy for him. “Holli, that’s great.” but you keep thinking, at any moment he’s going to tell you he started to see someone.

“and, uh the coke, you know, i haven’t… well, i don’t do as much anymore.”

Hollis looks at you for your reaction, hoping to see a sign in your eyes that you’re ready to take him back.

“i’ve been waiting to tell you that for a long time,” he says, bashfully.

you smile. “that’s awesome. i’m really happy to hear that.”

so take me back. it feels right that that would be the next thing to say. Hollis waits for you to mention getting back together, or at least mention that your wish for him last year was to get better before you take him back. i'm good now, he begs. i got my shit together. take me back take me back take me back.

Hollis clears his throat. “so, you’re here with your friends..?”

you hold your breath. he’s going to ease into it. he’s going to ask about you first to try and cushion the blow. yeah, you might say. and he might respond, i met someone.

she’s here.

“i… am,” you say. “but everyone else i know is here too.” your girlfriend?

Hollis nods. it’s quiet for a long time. the tension rises in the space between you, and you start to get nervous. “maybe we should—“

“i got better for you.”

he stares at your horrified expression, waits for it to change, to soften. he hopes to see you smile, but it doesn’t come. and then he worries. this was all for nothing. all those party invites he declined. all those glares Roman gave him when he turned down some great coke.

it’s a long time before you find your voice.

“i, um… that’s…” what the hell do you say to that? it rattles you, the confession. “for me?”

he nods. “i wanted you to think better of me.” he reaches out for you but hesitates and pulls back, smoothes his hand over his head. “i hoped… i hoped it would change your mind. about us.”

you try to breathe in, but it doesn’t get very deep. so Hollis isn’t seeing anyone he didn’t come with a girl. “you’re not here with anyone?”

his brow furrows. “what? no. no, of course not. why would you think that?”

“i thought… i don’t know, i thought you’d move on.”

Hollis grabs your hands. “i haven’t. i haven’t thought about anyone but you. i got better for you, so we could be together.”

“oh my God.”

“and i’m better. you don’t have to worry.”

“Hollis-“

“seriously.” and just like an old habit, he slides his hands onto your waist and steps closer so your hips touch. you can feel him there, and it makes it harder to breathe. "i don't want anybody else."

it’s such a relief, you could burst into tears if you let yourself. this is all so familiar, but it's been such a long time.

Hollis presses his forehead against yours.

"please say something."

when you broke up with Hollis last year, you were sure that would be it. "it was so hard getting over you." your voice wavers. "and then i didn't hear about you. i was worried you weren't mine anymore." but it's hard to believe he still is after all this time.

"no, but i am," he whispers, urgently. "i'm all yours."

your vision blurs. you duck your head, but Hollis lifts your chin and makes you look at him. he leans in, slowly, and kisses you. it’s firm but not forceful. your lips remember him and want more. Hollis must feel it because he opens his mouth to kiss you again, but you press your hands against his chest.

he looks at you, confused.

"i want to," you say. "but i also don't want to move too quickly." you don't want Hollis to fall back into all of his old ways at once.

he nods, even though he looks disappointed.

to prove to him you're still his, you peck him on the lips and smile. "i didn't move on. i tried to, but... i couldn't."

Hollis’s hand falls from your waist. "did you see anybody?"

"no." you let out a breath of relief. that you can say with confidence. you’re happy to tell him you haven't been with anybody else. "i told you, it was too hard."

Hollis grins from ear-to-ear.

"we should go back to the party," you say.

his smile fades. he nods.

"come on." you take him by the hand and, slowly, silently, you stroll back through the dark to the house party. before you go your separate ways, you say, "let’s just take things slow this time, okay?"

but "taking things slow" for Hollis is waiting just a few hours before showing up at your door like all those months ago. expect, this time he isn't drunk. he hasn't done any coke.

your bedroom light is on. your friends cars are parked in the driveway they decided to stay over last minute, so Hollis has to be quiet. he sneaks around the side of the house, grabs a handful of gravel in the dark, and tosses it up at your window.

you jump. unlike all those months ago, you know right away what it is---who it is. you pause your movie and leap out of bed. Hollis has another handful ready, but when he sees you leaning out, he stops and smiles.

"i’ll let you in," you whisper-yell.

both of you scurry to the front door. Hollis’s heart is pounding, leaping with joy, when you open the door and let him in.

you hold a finger to your lips. "you have to be quiet. Sara and Chessa are sleeping."

the stairs creak under both of your weight.

you reach back for Hollis’s hand, trying to keep your breath steady, but you're too excited.

the smell of your perfume hits Hollis when he walks into your room. everything is pretty much the same as last year; your bed is still to the right against the wall. your poster of your favorite band is tacked up on your closet door, lopsided now. and every surface is still messy with all of your things; tangled jewelry, dead flowers hosted by glass perfume bottles, unfinished self-help books left open, facedown, and clothes. lots of clothes, some dirty, some only pulled from the closet and tried on then tossed aside.

you gently close your door. a rush of giddiness overwhelms you for a moment as you approach Hollis’s backside. he hasn't said a word since coming into your house.

it’s a lot like last year, but it feels different, somehow.

the moment you walked in, which was three hours ago, you changed into comfy clothes, undid your hair, and removed every bit of make up.

Hollis still thinks you're more beautiful than ever.

"hi," he says.

"hi."

you both stand there like a couple of middle schoolers at a dance, but Hollis desperately wants to touch you, and you want to feel him just to know for sure that this isn't a dream. you’ve imagined this moment for so long; Hollis appearing in the night like he did that one time last summer, but he's healed.

"does Roman know you’re here?"

"he thinks i’m at the studio." he blushes. "i can be here as long as possible."

you relax. as long as you're not too loud, your friends will never know.

"i’m glad that you're here." you slide your finger around a bracelet on his wrist and give it a gentle tug. this contact alone makes you giddy.

"i kept thinking about that kiss earlier," he says, with a smile. "i wanted to do it again."

your heart swells. it’s the perfect thing to say. everything about tonight has been unexpectedly perfect. "you wanna kiss me?" for some reason, it's hard to believe this is happening.

Hollis nods, and he grazes his fingers against your jawline those perfectly, boney, boyish fingers pushes your back, and pulls you in for a firm kiss.

you melt.

Hollis breathes for what feels like the first time in a long time. your bodies come together, his chest firm against your breasts. he can feel them pressed into him, and he pulls your hips closer with a hand on your lower back so you can feel him down there; what the familiar feel of your mouth is doing to him.

he rocks both of you side-to-side until you hit the edge of your bed. you’re both hungry for one another, kissing slowly but more aggressively.

you sit on the bed and undo Hollis’s jeans. he smiles down at you, admires your shaky fingers as they work quickly.

"you want to?"

you nod.

Hollis pulls his shirt off. you get his bottoms down just enough that he's out, and he's already hard. just like old times. so easy.

you wrap your hand around his base but take your time. it’s been a year. rushing through this will lessen the enjoyment.

Hollis’s eyes are glossy. he traces shapes along your cheek with his fingertip. "that feels so good," he murmurs, as you start to massage him.

you start with the flat of your tongue, teasing his tip. Hollis seethes. then your lips come around him, just the end.

"fuck." he grits his teeth.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, and he clamps his hand down hard on your shoulder. he tries to force himself deeper into your mouth, but you pull back with a big, wet pop and he curses.

precum leaks out, and Hollis hopes you don't tease him for it. he’s so easy when it comes to you. you’re the only girl he ever thought about, even when he had the chance to be with another girl.

he helps you out of your top, and lucky for him, you're braless. your tits fall out, and Hollis’s mouth salivates. you smile like you know exactly what he's thinking.

you surprise Hollis by sliding him all the way into your mouth. he clamps his hand down on your shoulder and tilts his head back.

"holy shit."

you take your time, sucking hard, running your tongue flat against him, just teasing him with a graze of your teeth, which makes him shudder. his grip tightens on your shoulder as he tries not to lose his balance.

but he's getting too excited, and you're going too slow, so he pushes his bottoms all the way down, his hands shaking.

he desperately grabs at your bottoms, clawing at your skin, and yanks them down your legs before he tosses them aside. he crawls over you, devouring your lips with his.

"we have to be quiet," you whisper.

Hollis’s dick is pressed against him. when he settles down on you, you can feel every bit of him and gasp. you reach back and clutch one of the iron-wrought beams on your headboard. Hollis kisses up your breast bone and laughs against your skin when he realizes how easy this is, to pull this reaction out of you.

"you waited for me?"

"uh huh."

he smiles to himself. "nobody else has touched you?"

"no."

Hollis slides his warm hand up your stomach they're nearly the same size.. you've missed his big, boyish hands and how they glide around your body like drizzled chocolate. he massages your breast and groans with hunger. all at once, he wants to devour you. whole.

he moves his body against yours, and when you moan from the feel of his cock against your belly, he grins. "you seem a little too easy," he says. "have you not touched yourself?"

you did last night, and this afternoon when you took a shower. but, it's the first time since you broke up with Hollis that someone else has touched you like this, and it sets your body ablaze. so much so that you lose your voice.

"huh?" more tender kisses down your body, lower and lower.

your legs bend and clench the farther down he goes. and he goes achingly slow, taking his time with each wet kiss on your exposed skin. for a moment, you think you may not make it past foreplay.

what was the question?

"just you," you pant, and you cup the back of his warm neck.

the muscles in Hollis’s arms and back move as he shifts farther down and then breathes on your clit. you whimper, which doesn't surprise Hollis but excites him. it’s exactly what he wanted, and now it's his turn to make you feel good.

he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your thigh that alone makes your body clench.

"relax," he says, and he kisses your inner thighs, a kiss on each one, just a little bit of teeth.

it would be less torture if he just slid himself inside you right now. you almost tell him to because this teasing is unbearable. but when Hollis wants to take his time, no amount of convincing will hurry him. especially when it comes to you, to this.

he starts the same way you did; teasing with the flat of his tongue. he flicks it up and down your clit, just barely, and your legs clench on either side of his head. he laughs, sinking his mouth into you and sucking.

you gasp loudly and clutch at the sheets.

you’d strangle him with your thighs if he wasn't keeping them apart with his fingers dug into your flesh.

Hollis tugs you down and puts his whole mouth on you, lets out a breathy moan, which reverberates from your core all through your body. and then he grazes the tip of his tongue along the edge of your opening. you quiver and melt on him. he sucks harder until his cheeks hollow, teasing you the way you did him you may never make that mistake again.

"mm, you taste so good, fuck." Hollis comes up for air for a moment then goes back down, opening his mouth wider, swirling his tongue around until you're writhing and whimpering.

"Holli, Holli," you pant.

he sticks his tongue inside.

"oh my God." you clutch his shoulder and push against him with one of your thighs.

but he's stronger. he grunts and pushes against your weight.

he moves his tongue around inside you.

when you instinctively fight against him, he only goes harder. your back arches. one of your heels digs into the bed, but still Hollis keeps going.

he hasn't tasted you since before you broke up. he hadn't even thought of doing this when you had sex last because he was so upset over losing you, and so coked out.

you’re sweeter than he remembers. any precum of yours, he licks it right up.

but it's getting to be too much. for both of you. if Hollis keeps this up, you may actually cum. and Hollis is throbbing to be inside of you, your noises are driving him crazy.

he stops, and your muscles spasm. you were so close.

Hollis climbs over you, and you watch him quickly stroke himself although, he couldn't be any harder, and his own precum has leaked out.

before he frantically pushes his tip inside of you.

you seethe.

"you okay?" he says.

but you haven't had sex since you broke up with Hollis. it’s been a year. "slow," you say.

"it hurts."

he nods with a hungry look in his eyes, and holding onto your hip, Hollis slowly pushes himself in. your walls tighten around him as he fills you up. the pain is highly noticeable but it doesn't make you make him stop. he fits inside you like you're made for each other.

Hollis stops and shudders. this is going to be difficult for both of you.

he lowers himself against you and starts slow, rolling his hips so he gets in deep.

and, again, it hurts. you gasp at the ceiling but clutch onto Hollis for support. his breath is heavy and humid in your ear, but it keeps you focused on the good feeling that's slowly replacing the pain.

you’re warm and tight around him. he hasn't felt this in so long. for months, he's only depended on his hand and his imagination, which got the job done, but this. this is so much better.

"you can go faster," you say.

but Hollis already feels so good, he's afraid he won't last much longer if he does. he doesn't want you to know that, though. he doesn't want to be that easy. so, he lifts himself up but only picks up the pace slightly. hopefully, you don't notice that he's already struggling.

"Holli." did he hear you?

he kisses your neck to distract you and turn you on. but then you grab his ass with your hand to give him a hint, and Hollis nips at your skin. he tugs your earlobe between his teeth then leaves sloppy kisses along your jawline. your mouths meet for a slow make out.

Hollis stops moving and stills inside of you.

you smile softly at him. "i can't believe this is happening," you say. "i can't believe you're here."

he can't believe it either. he thought, for sure, you wouldn't take him back, not even for a night like this. "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." it hits you, suddenly, how much you've missed Hollis. it would never be like this with someone else.

you slide your arms around his neck. after a moment, Hollis starts rolling his hips into you again. you moan.

this time, Hollis goes faster, trying hard not to focus on the good feeling growing inside him. Instead, he focuses on his unsteady breathing and keeping a steady rhythm. but then you let out a little noise, which punctures his streak. he falters for a moment then rolls his hips even faster. your noises get louder. Hollis reaches down between your bodies and massages your clit in hopes it'll get you closer.

and it does. your legs bend on either side of him, but you want him deeper. "Hollis," you breathe, and you move yourself farther down. “more.”

he pushes in further until your teeth clench.

you melt into the bed with a long, satisfied,

"mmm," but that makes Hollis go harder and pushes you into the mattress.

you smoothe a hand over his head. "hey," you whisper. "look at me."

but Hollis refuses. if he does, he may lose it.

so, he ignores you, keeping his forehead against your collarbone. after a minute, he lifts your thigh up, up over his shoulder and rolls in deeper, harder. his bone cracks and his breath heavies. he wants to ask you if you're close, but he can't find his voice.

you focus on the sound of his panting, which always turns you on. you could get yourself off just to the sound of his labored breath in your ear.

he's lost in his own head, too focused to look at you.

the bed creaks. you arch your back so your breasts are pressed against Hollis’s chest. he's as close as he could possibly get, and yet you want him closer. you don't ever want him to pull out.

"want me to get on top?" you say.

he’s silent for a moment like he didn't hear you, and then he pulls you with him by your hip and rolls both of you over. just like that, you're on top.

your hair falls perfect and messy around your shoulders you look beautiful. Hollis adjusts himself, lifting his hips up into you and squeezing your waist. his chest gleams with sweat.

you run your hands up and down his torso, smiling. "i think you're stronger than last time."

he smirks. he’s spent a lot more time at the gym since cutting down on drugs and partying.

"you could've held me down if you wanted to," you say. but you're just thinking out loud. you want to see him writhe from underneath.

Hollis slides his hand up and massages your breast as you rock on him. "you’re doing a really good job, baby." his voice is coarse, like how it is in the mornings. he can all be yours again the thought thrills you, and you bounce on him, faster, harder.

to tease him further, you tilt your head back, letting your hair tickle his legs, which makes him groan. when you're not looking, Hollis surprises you by massaging your clit, and your thighs clamp against his hips. he grabs your stomach. both of you are getting close. the bedsprings squeak underneath, but quietly enough that Sara and Chessa won't hear down the hall.

you roll your hips, leaning forward so now your hair is in Hollis’s face the way he likes it and you get him deeper inside.

"fuck, keep going, keep going," he says. he sounds really close.

"i can't wait to cum on you." you smile.

at that, Hollis helps you bounce on him, gritting his teeth.

you lower your voice. "alllll around you."

with a grunt, Hollis sits up so you're chest-to-chest. he wraps an arm around you, bends his knees, tries desperately to help you go faster and then sits back and lifts his hips. "shit."

you clench around him, over and over.

he chokes. "oh, fuck." he watches; your breasts as they bounce, your hardened nipples, the flesh on your thighs jiggle.

"God, you're so sexy. you’re so fucking beautiful, and you feel so good."

"touch me."

Hollis grabs one of your breasts and sucks on your nipple. his mouth is like a vacuum. he teases you with his teeth. your mouth draws open, your nose wrinkles. you close your eyes and focus on the sensation, like a flower blooming from your breast, coursing through the rest of your body.

you’re on the verge of tears, and it's evident in your voice as you say, "i want it so bad, Holli. Hollis."

"let go for me, baby. let me feel it."

whenever you come, Hollis will follow quickly. he’s always been easy like that.

he squeezes your outer thighs and watches your face. he loves to watch you when you cum, loves to see it take over your whole body. the idea that his dick has such a powerful effect over you makes him dizzy and sensitive to the touch.

the moment you feel yourself falling off the edge, letting go around him, you let out every noise that comes bubbling up from inside. you clutch onto Hollis, digging your nails into his skin until it turns red. your thighs clench against him, and when it's too much, you whine like a baby.

Hollis’s breath heavies, his chest rising and falling, and then he quickly clutches onto your waist, his hips buck up, and he comes with you. behind you, his legs shakes back and forth. He grunts he can't stop cumming.

when he thinks he's almost done, he keeps going. even once you've finished.

but feeling his warm liquid inside of you, you moan and rock on him until you can't anymore. when you come down, you hold onto one another, catching your breaths.

Hollis flops back on your bed with his eyes shut.

you lean over him and kiss up his chest. he moans, satisfied.

"i don't ever want to make love to anybody else," you tell him. You're drunk on his effect.

Hollis tucks your hair behind your ears.

"you’re taking me back?"

"i don't know, are you all mine?"

He nods. "absolutely."

you peck him on the lips; once, twice, three times. he throws his arms around you, pulls you down and onto the bed, then throws his leg over yours so you're locked in his embrace. for a moment, you stare at one another. his breath is loud in the small space between you.

"stay tonight," you whisper.

"okay."

"and tomorrow night."

"okay."

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@whyiseverythingchromee City nights- BLONDE SUPREMACY

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SHORT AHH CHAPTER

kinda just setting up the dynamic and friend group

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Who Is Y/n Y/l/n?

Y/n is a 21 year old model and influencer born August 14th 2004. She is a nepo baby with her parents founding Chrome Hearts. Y/n has been close friends with Chessa Subbiondo, Sirena Warren, and the group Boyliife since childhood. With rumors about her dating life she has never publicly announced a relationship with anybody.

Background

Y/n has been close with Nate, Chessa, Hollis, Ryan, and Roman since they were kids. Countless group sleepovers and trips caused Y/n and Nate to be very close. At one new years party last year, the two drunk 20 year olds formed a secret friends with benefits relationship. Y/n doesn’t like Nate, and Nate doesnt like Y/n. Right?

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Is this ass? #lmk