pairing: babydaddy!2hollis x fem!subbiondo!reader
warnings/tags: kinda toxic, mentions of teen pregnancy, cuss words, exes to lovers, brothers best friend (?), they kinda hate each other (KINDA!), y/n’s lowkey bipolar, making out, masturbation, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), p in v (doggy>plain), choking/headlock
timeline (ish): date night woooooo >////<
in which teen parents turned co-parents, y/n and hollis, juggle a four-year-old, passive-aggressive texts, and the fact that this was not in the five-year plan.
the night had gone better than you’d expected, and now you felt a little ridiculous for how much you’d stressed over it—like it was a first date with a stranger. even though that’s exactly what it had felt like. even though it was hollis, your hollis, who was anything but a stranger.
still, sitting in the passenger seat while he walked around the car after opening your door, that sense of ease started to slip. the quiet crept back in. doubt followed right behind it, soft but persistent, settling heavy in your chest as that same old knot tightened all over again.
your phone buzzed in your lap, pulling you out of it. a text from kathryn—an update on daisy. just a small thing, nothing urgent, but it’s enough to make your shoulders loosen a little, a soft smile tugging at your mouth as you read it.
you tucked your phone away, smile still lingering on your face even as hollis slid into the driver’s seat, eyebrows lifting when he caught your expression.
“your boyfriend text you or something?”
“you can’t make everything a your mom joke, y/n,” he said, shaking his head.
you shook yours back, leaning into the seat, eyes still on him.
“i’m serious…your mom was texting me about daisy…”
his face softened almost immediately, something quieter, more careful settling in at the mention of her.
you nodded gently. “yeah…she’s fine. your mom just said she wouldn’t go down at first, kept asking for you.” you paused, a small smile tugging at your mouth again. “finally knocked out though.”
he exhaled, shoulders easing, gaze dropping for a second before flicking back to you. “yeah…sounds like her.”
there was a beat of silence, softer now, filled with something unspoken. you watched him, the way his jaw shifted, like his mind was somewhere else for a second—then back again.
“so,” he said, glancing over as he started the car, tone lighter but not quite casual, “that wasn’t your boyfriend then?”
you huffed, rolling your eyes, but it didn’t quite hide the way your smile lingered.
“i mean…you were smiling at your phone like that,” he shrugged, one hand on the wheel. “kinda looked like it.”
you turned your head slightly, studying him for a second before answering, voice quieter now.
he didn’t answer right away. just tightened his grip on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, something unreadable passing over his face.
“…then i’d ask if he knows about me,” he said finally, a hint of something teasing, something not, slipping through.
you let out a quiet breath, shaking your head.
“no, hollis…if i was seeing someone, you’d know.”
that got his attention. his eyes flicked over to you, brows pulling together slightly.
“yeah,” you said, softer now, like it was obvious. “you would.”
he held your gaze for a second longer than necessary before looking back at the windshield, something settling in his expression—something almost relieved, even if he tried to play it off.
“good,” he muttered, barely under his breath.
he didn’t say anything else for a second, but the air shifted—quieter, heavier, like something had just settled between you instead of passing.
his hand stayed on the wheel, but his thumb tapped against it once, twice, like he was thinking.
“you always say things like that,” he murmured, glancing over at you again, slower this time. “like i’m supposed to just…know everything.”
you tilted your head slightly, watching him. “maybe you are.”
a small huff of a laugh left him, but it didn’t feel like a joke. his eyes dipped briefly—to your lips, then back up.
“then tell me something i don’t know,” he said, quieter now. you didn’t answer right away. just shifted a little in your seat, turning more toward him, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corner of your mouth.
he exhaled through his nose, grip tightening just a little on the wheel again before loosening. “like…” he paused, choosing his words, or maybe holding them back. “what goes on in your head when you’re by yourself.”
your brows lifted, amused almost, but you didn’t look away. “that’s a broad question.”
“is it?” he glanced at you again, slower now, more deliberate. “feels pretty specific.” the car filled with a quiet that wasn’t empty at all—just stretched thin, like it could snap if either of you pushed it too far.
you let out a soft breath, gaze dropping for a second before coming back to him.
“you think about that a lot?” his jaw shifted, just slightly. “…more than i probably should.”
the shift was immediate. you didn’t answer right away, but your body stilled, attention fully on him now. “…me?” you echoed, softer.
he nodded once, jaw tight.
“yeah. when you’re alone,” he added, slower this time, like he wanted there to be no confusion. “what you do.” the air in the car changed—thicker, quieter.
your fingers curled slightly against your thigh, a subtle movement you didn’t even seem aware of. “hollis…” you murmured, half warning, half something else.
“what?” he glanced at you again, quick but intense. “you asked me to be specific.” you let out a slow breath, leaning back, but your eyes didn’t leave him.
“you don’t get shy about much,” you mused quietly.
“i’m not shy,” he replied immediately, though his grip on the wheel tightened. “i just—” he cut himself off, exhaling. “…i think about it.” that landed.
a small pause stretched between you, filled with everything he wasn’t saying out loud. “about you,” he added, quieter now. “like that.”
your lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first. the effect of his words was immediate, thighs squeezing together just barely.
“…and you wanna hear me say it?” you asked, barely above a whisper.
his gaze flicked to you one more time, slower now, something heavier sitting behind it. “i want you to show me,” he added, more quietly. the words hung there, thick in the air between you.
you didn’t move right away, but the tension coiled tighter, your fingers pressing into your thigh as you watched him, like you were deciding how far to take it.
“…in the car?” you murmured, almost incredulous, but there was no real resistance in it.
he let out a low breath, something like a half laugh, half warning. “you think i’d be asking if i didn’t mean it?”
obediently, your hand moved before you could overthink it—slower this time, more deliberate. he noticed right away. grazing the band of your bottoms. teasing just barely, your stomach flipped in anticipation
his breath caught under it, grip tightening on the wheel as his eyes dipped for a second, then back up like he was forcing himself to focus. “…yeah,” he murmured, almost under his breath. eyes training the movement as fingers slipped past fabric.
the engine started a second later, low and steady, filling the space as he pulled out. one hand stayed on the wheel, the other resting against his thigh, fingers flexing like he didn’t know what to do with them.
you shifted slightly in your seat, subtle, but not enough to miss. fingers stroking idly, a sound in the back of your throat. you were embarrassingly wet already, but you couldn’t be bothered to care right now with how turned on you were, and with his eyes on you like this again. he let out a quiet exhale, jaw tightening again.
“don’t stop,” he said, voice low, steadier than he felt.
the car was quiet after that—just the road, the engine, and everything building between you. you glanced over at him, watching how controlled he looked, how his eyes stayed forward even when his focus clearly wasn’t.
“…where are we going?” you asked softly, voice wavering under your ministrations. it sounded needy. you didn’t care.
he huffed a small breath, almost a laugh, shaking his head once. “i’m trying to decide,” he said.
his eyes flicked to you, slower this time, lingering just a second too long. “mine,” he added, quieter. then, after a beat—
your legs parted a little awkwardly at the
edge of the bed, tension sitting in your hips until you felt it—his hand, firm at the small of your back, steadying you, guiding you closer. it made your spine arch without thinking, leaning into him like it was instinct. his other hand slid to your thigh, gentle but certain, keeping you open, like he already knew you wouldn’t pull away but didn’t want to risk it anyway.
your breathing stuttered, shallow, uneven—something you could almost count if you tried, but you didn’t. you couldn’t. not when everything in you was starting to blur. before you could even find the words to say anything, his mouth found you, and it knocked the thought right out of you.
your lips parted on a soft inhale, fingers tightening into the sheets above your head, grounding yourself in something as your hips shifted—small, involuntary, a little desperate. it was subtle, but not enough to miss. it never was with him. he always noticed.
his lips closed around the sensitive nub, pulling needy noises from you like he was drawing you out of yourself, piece by piece. each flick of his tongue drew another reaction, another sound, and it made him hungry for more. finally having you like this again was addicting to him and he wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
you squirmed, pushing up into his greedy mouth, his hand sliding around to hold you against the bed firmly before his other hand released your thigh, elbow holding it firmly before he slid one lithe finger into your entrance. the gasp you released was sinful, and your hands released the sheets instantly, fingers burying into the mop of blonde, nails digging into his scalp. he felt his cock twitch at the sting.
“holli..” you panted softly, hand fisting in his hair, jerking occasionally as you bucked into his motions. he hummed against you and you swore you’d seen stars, it’s been a while okay?? you keened in the back of your throat, trying in vain to arch closer. rejoicing quietly when you’d ended up succeeding in this attempt, being met with a firm slap to your slick lips before two fingers plunged inside.
your fingers tightened in his hair, holding his head in place as your thighs flinched, trying to close despite being forced open. you didn’t even try to hide the needy whimpers escaping you at this point, chest rising and falling with soft pants in between moans and whines as he swallowed everything greedily from your climax.
his fingers slid from you with an ease that made you wince in both self aware embarrassment and loss. “that’s it… good girl…” he murmured, voice low, almost distracted, like he was still caught up in the moment, but you didn’t have time to dwell long before he tapped the side of your hip motioning for you to move. “c’mon…i’m not done with you baby…”
with an annoyed—but secretly excited—whine, you stretched before turning onto your knees. the movement was unhurried, deliberate, your back arching as you settled in. presenting your sensitive core. “can’t even give me a minute..” you murmured, cheek squished against the pillow.
he rolled his eyes despite the fact you couldn’t see him, clothed erection pressing into you from behind. you peeked from over your shoulder, head partially in the pillow, lightly chewing your bottom lip like you were teenagers doing it for the first time again.
your eyes flicked down to the oppressive tent, lips quirking. “you don’t wanna…?” you asked quietly, almost disappointed, 5 star head anyone?!
he sucked in a sharp breath, almost a laugh. “i wanna say yes, but if i’m not inside of you within the next minute i might actually die,” he confessed, voice cracking in desperation. you’d laugh if it wasn’t also the case for you. you shifted teasingly, backed into him suggestively, dragged along the seam of his zipper. “then hurry up..” you pouted.
he shook his head again, fighting back a smile in vein. he’d missed this, feeling needed by you, feeling you get needy for him, being the only person who’s seen you like this. it gave him a high no drug could rival.
his shirt came off first, fingers hooking into the back and ripping it over his head eagerly, before he unbuttoned his hedi’s. sliding them off leaving him in boxers, your eyes traced his torso hungrily. blame it on ovulation, or argue with your mama, the man was fine. is fine. you wiggled in anticipation as his member slapped against his abdomen. your lips parted in awe as you awaited his next move.
his hand found your ass, squeezing a handful of the soft skin, before his thumb teased your needy slit, pushing past the interest with a coo. “so needy…this f’me?”
in any other situation you would’ve snapped at him for playing dumb, but you could feel your brain melting the longer you ached emptily, so you nodded hastily, keening for good measure, pushing back into his touch, causing him inhale.
he pulled back guiding the head of his cock towards the entrance, brushing against you teasingly. a punched out sound escaped him as you pulled him deeper, your cunt swallowing him greedily inch by inch. you weren’t new to him by any means but after so long the stretch felt euphoric in the best way. you sighed, relief and blissed. like coming home after a long day. (👀)
he bottomed out fully, stilling as his hips connected flush with your behind, hands resting on the small of your back, one sliding down to rub the arch gently before he started moving, slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring this. like he knew this would never happen again.
you couldn’t look away, head angled against the pillow to watch him from over your shoulder, taking in the way his face twisted with each thrust, the soft ‘fuck..’ cracking under his breath like he was scared to ruin the moment by talking too loud. you let out an exaggerated moan, “feels so good holli…” just to see him freeze up and turn red.
so much for having a kid together, right? you shook your head, “you can talk..” you cut yourself off with a choked moan when he twitched inside of you. “it’s more akward if you’re just back there staring at my butthole…”
he blushed further—like he wasn’t already inside of you. “oh…right..” he breathed out, hands rubbing over his face, “what? you got performance anxiety now?” you mused. “for somebody who does this for a living you’re not very good-“ you cut yourself off with a sharp moan when he bottomed out again in one thrust, your knees feeling shaky as he went faster.
“yeah? talking shit? you’re not contributing much, baby,” he taunted, voice cracking, but you barely noticed over the sounds of wet skin, specifically yours. “awh, listen to her, talking so sweet f’me..”
you flushed immediately, hiding in the pillow, looking away from him helplessly, he tutted. “now look who’s got stage fright.” you groaned but it came out more as a frustrated whimper when he hit that spongy spot, the noise pitching up and giving you away.
his own moans started to fill the room, his hand sliding around to circle your clit tightly as he felt his own release approaching quickly. you whined in the back of your throat, knees falling forward, sue you for being a pillow princess, right?? but that didn’t deter hollis, he adapted quickly to the fall, still right behind you as you were laid out on your stomach, his arm encircling your neck loose but firmly, chin on your shoulder, lips by your temple.
he pressed a small kiss to the skin, resting his forehead against it as he panted in your ear, his other hand reaching to press over the soft round of your stomach, his print poking against the taunt skin. “you feel that?” he breathed out, “that’s all me. only me.”
you looked delirious, fucked out beyond recognition as you tried your best to make eye contact from half lidded eyes. your mouth parting around a moan that you swore up and down was supposed to be him. he shushed you softly, kissing your shoulder tenderly. “it’s okay, just give it to me mama…gonna cum with me?”
you nodded wordlessly, pathetically, hand curling around the forearm at your neck for support as your stomach tightened up, your cunt clenching around his as you felt your orgasm crash over you in pillowing waves of bliss. his own followed shortly after a few more thrusts, and he slumped against your back, half conscious enough not to crush you under his stature. you laid there, limp and boneless and satisfied, wow maybe you should do this more often. your eyelids grew heavy before he’d even slipped out of you, you had know qualms, he’d fix it for you. his lips connected with your shoulder one again then the mole on your shoulder blade, and then your lower back. his words just barely above a whisper, you almost didn’t catch them.
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a/n: me actually locking the fuck in i refuse to reread this omg im so embarrassed ive never written smut before don’t look at me im so serious
