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prequel to “your my one call” telling how nett got arrested, in my brain ofc! smut, dom nett until he melts, feisty reader, car sex,
“fuck, gunner, fuck…” you mutter, squirming around his fingers. your seat is pushed back, your panties are around your ankles, and your dripping onto his hands.
“ma, i’m swerving, you needa stop moving so fuckin’ much.” he grunts, speeding up the car.
“please! please, gunner, faster, please:” he laughs, turning up the music and slamming his foot on the pedal.
“the car or my fingers fucking you?” he laughs, loud. it jolts right to your clit. he slams his fingers in and out. “fuck! fuck! i’m coming!”
gunner doesn’t stop. he doesn’t slow down, he keeps fucking going, on your clit this time. he rubs in quick circles, “how many times you gonna come for me?” he smirks. “uh-uh-uhhhhh.” you mutter, brain slowing down.
“yeah baby? that’s how i like you-“
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“officer, i assure you, my boyfriend, gunner, does have a permit. it’s back home.” the cop rolls his eyes. “that doesn’t matter, young lady. be glad your not being charged with public indecency.”
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authors note :: hi guys.. sorry..pls don't cancel me .. i haven't been active at all and it's almost been a month since part one was posted.. 😬 i've been reallllly busy this summer since i have work and family stuff going on. i'll try to be more active but i don't think ill be writing anymore other than the requests ive already answered. this is also not perfect so if you don't like it please use your imagination to satisfy yourself 😊
tags :: phone sex, 'daddy' usage, dildo use, 2hollis fan reader, 8inch hollis (yes i'm aware it might be an absurd size but leave me alone hes literally like 10ft tall its probably accurate), idk what else so if u don't like dont read, no images like last chapter
"twenty four thousand?? omgosh-" you sit up straight, criss cross apple sauce, still completely bare from waist up, and you grin happily "thank you so much!! are you guys trying to do a token battle or something?" you look nervous but excited and another notification pops up.
"daddy22 has sent 4 thousand tokens. daddy22 is now the highest spender of this livestream with 26 thousand tokens sent."
"woah! no- guys, that's enough. please, i think that's enough. daddy22, i'll .. send you the link for the call!!" quickly, before anyone can spend more tokens, you end the live and send the link to daddy22's dms.
when the private link arrived in hollis' dms, his hands were shaking.
he looked at the screen for a hot minute, still horny and hard.
he clicked it.
the video call connected to a dark screen at first, just the faint glow of a hotel room, one of those generic setups with cream colored walls and heavy curtains blocking out the city lights. then the camera adjusted, and there he was.
not his face. the camera was angled down, focused on his body from the neck down. he was lying back against a mountain of hotel pillows, shirtless, a towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips. the lighting was dim, warm and golden.
"there's my prize," that voice rumbled through the speakers, and you felt it in your spine, making your stomach flip. "you look nervous, baby. don't be. we're just going to have some fun."
you adjust your camera, making sure he could see your whole body. you was wearing the same as the livestream just 3 minutes ago, but you had the matching bikini top on. and you watched as his chest rose and fell a little faster at the sight.
"take it off," he commanded, and there was no hesitation from you. you pulled on the tops straps, revealing your pretty chest, and the matching thong that has a wet patch on it already. his hand moved, disappearing below the frame of the camera, and you knew he was touching himself under the towel.
"show me," you whispered, "can i see, please, daddy?"
he chuckled, that rough sound that seemed to vibrate through the connection. "greedy already? i like that." the camera shifted, the angle tilting lower as he pushed the towel down, revealing his hard, veiny, thick, and heavy sex. "i've been hard since the stream started. thinking about you. about what i'd do if you were here in this room with me."
you reached for the toy you prepared beside you, a seven inch dildo, pale pink silicone, the biggest one you owned. it felt useless now, knowing what he was packing, but your body ached to be filled. you showed it to the camera, watching as his abs flexed in response.
"seven inches," you said, your voice breathier than you intended. "you.. are you seven inches?."
"eight," he confirmed, and the camera shifted again, his hand wrapping around the thick length of his cock, veins standing out, the tip flushed and heavy. he stroked slowly, from base to tip, spreading the precum that had already formed. "but i can make do with seven. for now.. i'll just have to buy you one that replicates me."
he kept the camera focused on his sex and abs, never tilting up, maintaining that mysteriousness. but as he stroked himself, his hips bucking slightly into his fist, the camera shook with the movement. it tilted up, just slightly, just enough, and you caught a glimpse of more.
his lower stomach, the sharp v of his hips that you'd seen in so many photos, so many videos. and higher, just briefly, the bottom of his jaw, the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.
something clicked in your brain.
that voice. that specific rough voice, the way certain words were slightly raspy, you've heard it before.
"touch yourself," he was saying, his hand working his cock with steady, practiced strokes. "i want to see you take that toy. pretend it's me."
you slicked the dildo with lube, the lube kind of useless, since you were dripping wet, and your eyes never left the screen. he tilted the camera back down now, focused on the sight of his fist sliding over his length, but your mind was racing. the abs. the specific shape of muscle, the way they flexed when he moved. the hair on his stomach, a happy trail. the voice saying "pretend it's me" with that specific way, that specific sound.
you pressed the toy against yourself, gasping as you pushed it in, but your attention was split. you were watching him, those abs tightening as he stroked faster, the muscles in his forearm standing out as he gripped himself harder, but you were listening more. to his heavy breaths. to the way he moaned, low and guttural, when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"fuck, you look good," he groaned. "taking that toy like you were made for it. wish i could feel how tight you are. wish i could push all eight inches into you, make you feel every fucking vein."
his voice. that voice.
you knew that voice.
you've heard it in concert videos. you've heard it in interviews, heard it singing lyrics that felt like they'd been pulled directly from your chest, your heart, and your bones.
the camera tilted again. he was getting close, his hips stuttering upward, fucking into his own fist. the angle shifted higher, showing more of his torso, those abs you recognized, the specific pattern of muscle definition, the way his ribs showed just slightly when he arched his back. and his hair, what you could see of it, blonde and messy and falling across his shoulders that specific way.
your hand stilled on the toy. your heart stopped.
"keep going," he panted, not noticing your hesitation, lost in his own pleasure. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, i'm close-"
"wait," you whispered.
he didn't hear you, his fist pumping faster, the muscles in his stomach twitching with the effort.
"wait," you said louder, and this time he paused. his hand slowed, gripping himself at the base, and you could hear his breathing, ragged, desperate, confused.
"what? what's wrong? you okay, princess?"
you stared at the screen. at the abs. at the hair. at the hand wrapped around that thick cock. and you listened to the voice, really listened.
"your voice," you said, "say something else. say... say 'don't care what people think, but work hard.'"
silence. heavy and shocked and absolute.
on the screen, his chest stopped moving. he was holding his breath.
hollis recognized that quote. he said it during one of his interviews.
"say it," you repeated, and your hands were shaking now, the toy forgotten on the bed beside you. "please. just... say that phrase."
a long pause. then, quiet, almost scared: "don't care what people think, but work hard."
"oh my gosh," you breathed. "you're 2hollis. you're actually fucking 2hollis. 2hollis is having phone sex with me. you just paid for this. oh my gosh!!" you gasp "2hollis called me baby!! he told me- oh my gosh." you breath heavily and try to calm yourself down.
the camera jerked. you heard him swear, heard the rustle of sheets, the creak of the hotel bed. for a moment, the screen went dark, he covered the lens with his hand.
"shit," his voice came through, muffled, terrified. "shit, shit, shit. fuck. how did you-"
"your abs," you said, and you were laughing now, your whole body vibrating with laughter. "i've seen those abs in so many photos. the way your muscles are shaped. and your hair, when the camera tilted up, i know that hair. i know how it falls. and your voice. hollis, i would know your voice anywhere. i've listened to you on repeat for years."
the screen was still dark, but you could hear him breathing, fast, panicked. "this isn't... i wasn't supposed to... fuck. no one's supposed to know. no one's ever recognized me."
"you're in a hotel," you said, piecing it together. "you were just at gov ball.. i saw your performance. that's why the room looks different. you're daddy22 but you're also... hollis."
the screen flickered. slowly, hesitantly, he uncovered the camera. the shot was shaky now, unsteady, showing just his chest and stomach, his hand still gripping himself, softening now, the moment broken.
"are you going to tell anyone?" he asked, and that famous voice sounded small, vulnerable.
you looked at the screen. at the body you've fantasized about in daydreams, let alone having phone sex with. let alone him spending thousands on you just for a call. at the cock still wet and hard in his fist, even as he tried to cover himself, suddenly shy.
"no," you said softly. "but i need you to do something for me."
"what?"
"show me your face."
he went still again. "i don't... i never show my face. that's the whole point-."
"i know what you look like," you reminded him. "i've seen your face a thousand times. in music videos. in interviews. in fan photos. i just want to see it now. while you're here. while you're hard for me."
a long, long pause. then, slowly, the camera began to tilt upward.
you saw his mouth, those lips that sang lyrics you knew by heart, parted slightly, breath coming fast. his nose, and finally, his eyes.
hollis' eyes. hollis frazier herndon. dark and intense and looking directly into the camera like he could see through the screen, straight into you.
"hi," he whispered.
"hi," you breathed back.
we stared at each other for a long moment, you in your bedroom surrounded by posters of his face, angled away from the camera, him in some anonymous hotel room with his cock still out, his identity shattered, his daddy22 anonymous persona taken away by a fan who knew his body better than he realized.
"you're still hard," you observed, your eyes darting down to where the camera still showed the tent in the sheets, the obvious outline of his boner.
he laughed, surprised, and some of the tension broke. "yeah. yeah, i am. you kind of blew my mind just now, but my body didn't get the memo that we're having a crisis."
"good," you said, and you reached for the toy again, slicking it with more lube, positioning it at your entrance where you were still wet, still ready. "because i wasn't finished. and now that i know who you are... i really want to finish."
his eyes darkened, that familiar intensity returning. "yeah? you still want this? even knowing i'm just... me?"
"you're not just you," you said, pushing the toy in slowly, gasping at the stretch. "you're 2hollis.. and your daddy22. you paid, what, how many thousand tokens for this?"
he chuckled but it turned into a groan, his hand moving back to his cock, pulling the sheet down fully so you could see him again, see everything. his face and his body in the same frame, the intimacy overwhelming.
"fuck," he muttered, stroking himself back to full hardness, his eyes fixed on the screen where he could see me working the toy in and out, your hips rolling to meet each thrust. "this is insane. this is the most insane thing that's ever happened to me."
"tell me what to do," you gasped, the toy hitting that perfect spot inside you, making your vision blur. "tell me like you would in your songs. like you would on stage."
he understood. his voice shifted, dropping into that performance personality, that commanding tone that made thousands of people scream his name.
"touch your clit," he ordered, and you obeyed, your fingers finding your sensitive spot, circling it in time with your thrusts. "good girl. fuck, you look so good taking that toy. wish it was me. wish i could feel how hot you are, how tight. i'd fill you up, make you take every inch until you couldn't remember your own name."
"yes," you moaned, the pleasure building, coiling tight in your belly. "yes, daddy!" you whined loudly.
"pinch your nipple," he continued, his hand moving faster on his cock, the muscles in his forearm flexing. "hard. make it hurt a little."
you did, crying out at the sharp sensation.
"now fuck yourself faster. like you need it. like you'd die without it."
you obeyed, slamming the toy into yourself, your hips lifting up, your whole body arching toward the screen. he was matching your rhythm, his abs standing out in sharp relief as he braced himself against the pleasure.
"close," he warned, his voice breaking slightly, losing that commanding edge as he got closer to the edge. "fuck, i'm so close. cum with me. please, cum with me, i need to see you—"
"yes," you gasped, "yes, daddy, hollis, yes!!—"
he came first, his head falling back against the pillows, his mouth open in a silent scream as thick ropes spilled over his fist, his stomach, painting those abs you recognized, marking that body you've studied from afar. the sight of it, 2hollis coming undone, daddy22 losing control, pushed you over the edge.
you cried out his name, "hollis,fuck, daddy,!"as your orgasm crashed through you, your body clamping down on the toy, your fingers working your clit through the waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
when you finally came down, gasping, trembling, he was looking at you. really looking at you, his face soft in the afterglow, his chest heaving.
"that was..." he started, then trailed off, laughing breathlessly. "that was insane."
"yeah," you agreed, your voice hoarse.
we lay there in silence for a moment, two people connected by a screen, by a secret, by the most intimate kind of recognition.
"so," he said finally, a small smile playing at his lips, the lips you've seen in music videos, in interviews, in your dreams. "you recognized me from my abs?"
"and your voice," you confirmed. "and your hair. and the way you move. i know you better than you think, hollis."
he was quiet for a moment, thinking..then, "can i call you again? not as daddy22.. just... as me?"
he looked slightly embarrassed, "i'll pay! i'll pay double, is that okay?"
you smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the orgasm just a few minutes ago. "i'd like that."
"good," he said, and he looked relieved, almost giddy, like a this is the best thing that could ever happen. "good. because i think i need to get to know someone who can recognize me from my abs. that's special. that's crazy, but special."
you laughed, reaching for something to clean up, watching as he did the same, wiping himself down with a hotel towel, still keeping the camera angled so you could see his face. the mystery was gone, but something better had replaced it.
"next time," you said, "i'm buying an eight inch toy."
he grinned, that smile you've seen in a thousand photos, but this time it was just for you. "next time, you won't need a toy at all."
the call ended, but the connection remained, vibrating in your chest.
“ahh fuck mama keep doing that feels so fucking good” you could hear his voice tremble and lose its hold ur head was bobbing up an down on his solid cock he could feel everything in ur mouth specifically ur throat every time ur lowered ur mouth fully down on his cock he loved that feeling of you taking over him almost as if u were taking his soul
“you like that? watch.” he lets out a long whimper as he feels ur warm loving mouth grip tightly around his shaft while u frantically suck him off ur aware u have him wrapped completely around ur finger in this moment
“do i have permission to cum mommy?” you feel his cute eyes flutter up at you so innocently as if they aren’t flooded with pure need and lust
“you dont get to act like a good boy after how much u begged for me like a slut today” “you dirty fucking cumslut” you grab ur panties that had been soaked and set aside disgarded you forcefully shove them in his mouth
he immediately begins to suck on them he recognizes ur familiar taste hit his tounge his teeth sink deep into the damp fabric he’s trying so hard to keep quiet just for you but god is it hard when you talk like that to him like hes nothing but a fucktoy to you
“cum baby let it out” ur hand reaches up to grab the panties out his mouth just as u feel his orgasm wave through his body his cum was all over the bed
(oki bye this is shit made because im in pain but bye i love u)
“ahh fuck mama keep doing that feels so fucking good” you could hear his voice tremble and lose its hold ur head was bobbing up an down on his solid cock he could feel everything in ur mouth specifically ur throat every time ur lowered ur mouth fully down on his cock he loved that feeling of you taking over him almost as if u were taking his soul
“you like that? watch.” he lets out a long whimper as he feels ur warm loving mouth grip tightly around his shaft while u frantically suck him off ur aware u have him wrapped completely around ur finger in this moment
“do i have permission to cum mommy?” you feel his cute eyes flutter up at you so innocently as if they aren’t flooded with pure need and lust
“you dont get to act like a good boy after how much u begged for me like a slut today” “you dirty fucking cumslut” you grab ur panties that had been soaked and set aside disgarded you forcefully shove them in his mouth
he immediately begins to suck on them he recognizes ur familiar taste hit his tounge his teeth sink deep into the damp fabric he’s trying so hard to keep quiet just for you but god is it hard when you talk like that to him like hes nothing but a fucktoy to you
“cum baby let it out” ur hand reaches up to grab the panties out his mouth just as u feel his orgasm wave through his body his cum was all over the bed
(oki bye this is shit made because im in pain but bye i love u)
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more importantly photographer!hollis x model!reader. you could say this is an addition to perv!hollis, i guess…also criminal minds fic coming soon i just have to rewatch a couple of the episodes to sort of get a profile on what reid is like around hot girls. LMAO
this fic contains: sub!hollis (let’s be real you’re only here for ONE reason), femdom like heavy on the femdom…degradation kink, grinding and/or dry humping…and last but not least…humiliation. if you squint.
okay enjoy the fic ^^
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you suddenly blinked as the camera flash hit your face. you were always told how pretty you were, and so you decided to start modelling-the problem? once an agency actually did hire you, it was an incredibly low quality one. like you, the agency was new to the world of modelling, and you had been one of their first models. you even met a few long term friends there- like the one taking your photo right now, hollis.
“shit. could you please try not to blink? i know it’s bright but…please?” his face was partially hidden by the camera he was positioning as he reasoned with you.
“it could be worse, at least im wearing clothes.” you rolled your eyes. he was always really focused on his work, and you liked that.
“what, have you done a bikini shoot?” He looks at you over the camera, brow raised in something that resembles concern. you haven’t, but you know for a fact summer is coming up and you’ll get a few brands asking you for one. or two, or three. you were getting well known.
“no, but I suppose they’ll ask me…” you practically predicted it as a knock came to the door of the studio, a fashionable old woman letting herself in.
“y/n, for you. starts about a week from now.” ah, yes. it was typed out in bold letters-the newest summer fashions, by a niche brand you hadn’t heard of.
“speak of the devil, am i right?” hollis chuckles as the woman leaves the room, finally taking his last shot as you smile at him. jesus, he was good at his job.
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cinnamon flavoured body soap dripped along your arm, the aroma filling your nostrils. a hot bath was what you needed today, a whole day of being in front of cameras and very little breaks to actually rest and get something to eat, or to rest your head.
despite being in the bathroom, door closed so no creep could see you through the large window in your room, you still felt as if in some way, someone was watching. maybe not directly, but someone certainly was. you dismissed it, instead settling into the hot water with a deep breath. you needed to stop worrying.
- a f t e r y o u r b a t h -
you picked up your phone from the nightstand, opening up instagram.
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the name, the first one, caught your eye. that was hollis, you had seen it on his other accounts before. what was he doing on your instagram? more importantly, your instagram for modelling. the one with…certain pictures of you. surely, nothing was happening. surely, he was just interested in the photo editing-I mean, how else did he get his job? you simply ignored it. hollis wasn’t interested in you, and you…well, you were-he wasn’t bad looking. sure, his funny rectangular glasses definitely hindered his appearance, but he had a nice jawline and you didn’t quite mind how he was skinnier than most men you knew.
you were getting more tired by the second, so much so that when you came to your bed you flopped down onto it pathetically, pushing yourself onto the soft mattress.
the next morning was a saturday, so you slept in. morning light crept into your bedroom, past the curtain. it was a sunny day, apart from a few clouds painting the sky faintly white. with that weather, it was almost perfect to take photos, ones at the beach next to your house.
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it had only been a few hours since you posted, yet here he was, again. that little stalker…you would confront him at work. or, maybe you would check out his profile. it wasn’t like he would do anything about it. you looked through all of his posts, so far none really saying anything about him. well, nothing you didn’t already know. one was a picture he tagged you in, of the two of you taking a quick break before your shoot- you remembered that day, it was in winter and you were freezing, he gave you his jacket, the one he constantly wore, everywhere.
now, you suddenly remembered that it smelled like him, and of course-how he smelled. you were getting unusually red at the thought. had you even gave it back, the jacket? you didn’t recall him ever asking for it back. just his worried reply as you whined that you were cold.
“oh no-uh, i can give you my jacket-“
you scavenged your closet for it, eventually finding it neatly placed at the top of your shelves in the closet. and god, it still smelled like him. a mix of lavender, cinnamon, and some cheap cologne. you had put your phone down by now, letting the numerous notifications- presumably from your socials- go unanswered.
- m o n d a y -
your gaze fell upon him as he fiddled with the lens of his camera.
“just one second…i need to-“
“why were you on my profile on instagram?” you blurted out, the curiosity, the slight disgust at what he could have been doing, had just gotten the better of you. he froze, looking at you slowly. a faint blush had spread across his cheeks, and it was growing stronger.
“w…what-I-uh, well…” he struggled to respond, eyes darting around frantically as he seemed to be at a loss for words.
“even after i posted that picture of me at the beach the other day. you stalking my profile?” your questions were only getting more intruding, more specific. there was no way he could back out of this now.
“i…i just thought you had good photo editing-im not that much of a creep…” he knew what you were hinting at. men on that account didn’t follow you for good photo editing.
“liar.” you snapped back, the conversation was getting a bit heated by now, your face getting closer to his as you confronted him.
“did you like my photos because of the editing? really? spit it out.”
“fine, fine! you looked-you looked really good. I mean-isn’t it kind of your job, to…look… good?” his voice died down as he rambled on, devolving into a small whimper.
“yes, but I don’t think my modelling is meant for you, is it now?” you grabbed his jaw-he was sweaty, nervous. he stumbles back into the chair behind him, looking straight at you with widened eyes. well, he sure did look good like this. under you. weak. submissive.
“sorry, sorry…im sorry-“ he begins to whine, unsure of what you’ll do next. you’re sure of what you want to do, to him.
“save it.” your lips crash against his-not quite a kiss, not that much of an aggressive gesture. in fact, he seemed to whimper as you bit his lip.
“w-wait, what? I thought..” he panted, lips trembling as you pulled away. you smiled, pushing yourself onto his lap.
“mmph…that’s…that’s not fair! you can’t just…” it seemed to be getting harder and harder for him to string together words as you shifted on his lap, brushing the thin fabric of your shorts against him. he let out a pitiful whimper, burying his face in the crook of your neck as the blush on his face became ever the more intense.
“hmm? what is it?” for the first time, you grabbed at his long bleach blonde hair-forcing him to look at you. his eyes were that of a guilty puppy, lips swollen from kissing so roughly.
“i…i really like you…fuck, I love you…” well that was certainly enough for you. you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more than him right now. but that didn’t remove your desire to be mean to him. he looked good like this, all embarrassed.
“is that so? how do i know that?” at this, he sighs pitifully.
“you know i love you…” he snaps.
“if you really love me that much, can you try not to come just yet?”
“what do you-“ you begin shifting on him again-only this time, it’s very intentional. you want to see how long he can last. already, he’s very hard. you’re doubting if he can even last a couple minutes.
“hollis, look at me.” you call. he let’s his eyes open, watching as you bring a thumb to his mouth. he whines, probably trying to say something.
the next thing you know, a certain dampness settles in underneath you. he came-just from that? you were only joking when you said a few minutes.
“oh my god-I’m so-im so sorry…” his voice is panicked-afraid of what might happen.
“hollis-fuck ,hollis it’s fine. i like that.” you cut in. he looks half confused, half relieved as you speak.
“l-like that? i-i don’t get it…i thought it was good if guys lasted longer…”
“well I don’t think so. i think you’re very pretty.”
“isn’t pretty a girl thing?”
“it fits you.”
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AGGHHHHHHH holy dialogue heavy. I lowkey hated writing the beginning like just plz let me get to the good part
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hollis who loves his hair pulled. “fucckkk baby, slow down…” he moans, as you buck your hips up and down on his thick cock. you pull his hair up and down, tugging and twisting it. “fuck baby, your gonna fuck up the new style…” you bounce up and down. “i really don’t care…”
