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virgin!nerd!hollis x fem!reader smutshot
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"we haven´t done this in so long!" your mom says, way too excited as she stuffs the last few clothes into her suitcase. "honestly, i wouldn´t have minded if we kept it that way." you mutter, already annoyed. "oh come on, it’s gonna be great!" you roll your eyes. "yeah, for you and dad." she pauses, glancing up at you. "i’m sure there’s something in it for you too. hollis is coming. he’s studying math now, he could probably help you with your final paper. seems like he´s taking things a bit more seriously than you are." you just scoff at that, grabbing your suitcase and dragging it outside. your dad is already waiting by the car, smiling like this is the best idea anyone’s ever had. "so, ready?" he asks. you force a smile, not even answering as you slide into the backseat.
great. your parents had the brilliant idea to reconnect with their friends after ten years. one full week. in a holiday house. and obviously, it was very important that you came along, since their friends were bringing their kids too. a whole week with your parents, your mom’s best friend and her husband, their daughter amy and their son mike, and your dad’s best friend with his wife and their son, hollis.
six parents. four kids. doesn’t sound that bad on paper. except the last time you checked, they were all boring as fuck. while college is more of a background thing for you, something you’ll deal with eventually, because going out, living a little, actually feeling something matters more right now, they’re all about grades, plans, structure, and being boring. and this? a whole week of that? a nightmare.
by now you´re already on the road. your parents are in the front, way too excited, talking over each other like this is some kind of dream vacation. you´re in the backseat, headphones in, phone in your hand, texting your best friend.
you: can’t believe i’m actually going
bestie: i still don’t get why ur going babe. gonna miss u at the party tonight. who am i supposed to kiss when i´m drunk???
you: oh girl pls you´ll find someone in like 2 seconds but you better make up for it, i’ll be stuck with a bunch of nerds for a week
bestie: STOPPP good luck fr
you: thanks i’ll need it. have fun for me. please.
bestie: always!! u take care tho okay??
you: don´t worry, i´ll survive. ly <3
you lock your phone, letting it fall into your lap as you lean your head against the window. outside, everything blurs into the same picture. tree after tree passing by, endless. two hours later the car slows down. you look up, blinking as the house comes into view. big. modern. wide windows, the kind of place that probably looks even better at night with all the lights on. "at least it’s not a total dump." you mumble under your breath as you step out of the car. "i’m choosing to ignore that." your mom says lightly, already handing you your suitcase. then she walks over to your dad, slipping her hand into his, her whole face lighting up like this is exactly what she’s been waiting for. "this is gonna be so much fun!"
you already notice two more cars in the driveway, and the moment you step inside the house it´s loud. you’re the last ones to arrive. great. so you’ll probably get whatever room is left. everyone gathers in the entryway almost immediately, a big round of hellos, people smiling, hugging, talking about how long it’s been, how crazy it is, how much everyone’s grown. you do your best to play along, forcing polite smiles, pretending you’re not already over it. amy and mike are there too.
amy is your age, mike a couple years older. and saying hi to them feels weird. stiff. they’re so... proper. amy’s wearing this soft yellow dress, flowy and pretty, but long enough to make sure not too much skin shows, like it was picked with someone watching over her shoulder. and mike, of course, pressed slacks, a polo shirt, everything neat, everything in place. like they stepped straight out of some picture perfect family brochure. you can already tell. they’re exactly how you remembered them. painfully put together. painfully boring.
your mom glances around then, scanning the room. "where’s hollis?" she asks. his mom smiles calmly. "he’s upstairs, he still has to finish a physics assignment." your mom nods, almost impressed. "that’s wonderful, really. i’m so glad he’s here. y/n could use a bit of help with her math paper." her hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a light pat, and you force another smile. his mom immediately picks up on it. "i’m sure he’ll be happy to help. hollis has become such a reliable, helpful young man." of course he has. "come, i’ll take you up to him." you glance at your mom, silently asking for backup, but she just nods at you like go on, do something useful for once. you shrug her hand off your shoulder and follow hollis’ mom up the stairs, step by step, while the noise downstairs fades into a blur of laughter and voices.
upstairs, she knocks against one of the closed white wooden doors. "come in." a deeper voice calls from inside. she opens the door. "hi sweetheart, y/n is here!" you step into the room, eyes landing on him sitting at a desk, finishing the last word on a page before he finally turns toward you. "oh, hi, it’s nice to see you again!" he says with a soft smile. oh god. you can’t help it. everyone here is so overly polite, so well mannered, it makes you want to turn around and leave. "hi." you say, keeping it casual, already half over it, when his mom picks up the conversation again. "y/n’s mom mentioned she has a math paper due soon and could use a bit of help. would you mind supporting her a little this week?" he nods immediately. "of course. i just need to finish this, but after dinner i should have time." you open your mouth: "it doesn’t have to be that soo-" - "perfect!" she cuts you off, tapping your shoulder again like this is already settled. "then you two have a little study date tonight!" she even tilts her head, like she just made the funniest joke. a date. with him? yeah. no. "yeah, uh, sure." you mumble, already trying to move past it.
"other question. what room is still free? i’ll just drop my stuff off." she leads you back into the hallway, a little further down, until she stops in front of a door. "this one’s yours." a small single room. placed right between hollis’ parents’ room on one side and your parents’ on the other. great. just great.
a few hours later you’ve settled in, unpacked your things, had dinner with everyone, and while amy and mike actually volunteered to do the dishes, you’re now stuck with hollis for math tutoring. "and i thought this was supposed to be a vacation." you mumble under your breath as you walk up to his door, laptop and books in your hands, knocking lightly. this time there’s no voice, just footsteps approaching, and then the door opens. hollis stands in front of you, looking down at you and for the first time you really notice how much taller he is. "come in." he says, stepping aside, gesturing toward the chair next to him at his desk.
outside, the sun is already setting, the room dim except for the warm glow of a desk lamp. you drop into the chair, spreading your things out across the table while he closes the door behind you and sits down next to you, leaving a noticeable amount of space between you. "so, what do you need help with?" he asks calmly. you open your laptop, explaining everything you’ve got going on, trying to keep it simple, but of course he gets it immediately. starts talking like it’s nothing. using terms your brain doesn’t even bother processing, like it already decided to check out.
while he keeps talking about formulas that mean absolutely nothing to you, you take the opportunity to actually look at him. up close. he’s wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough, black slacks, and a watch on his wrist, subtle, but definitely expensive. his hair is long, light blonde, tied back neatly, though one loose strand has slipped free, softening the whole too-put-together look just a little. there’s a pair of glasses sitting on his nose, thin, almost transparent frames. you let your gaze linger a second longer. and honestly... aside from all the nerd shit, he’s kind of cute. his features are sharp, defined, his lips soft, fuller than you expected, and his voice is low. you almost smile to yourself. maybe this week won’t be that boring after all... if he plays along.
but he hasn’t looked at you once. not really. he’s completely focused, eyes on the screen, occasionally scribbling formulas and notes onto the paper beside him while you just nod along like you understand anything he’s saying. and that’s when it turns into a game for you. "wait," you interrupt him softly, tilting your head a little. "it’s kinda warm in here." you shrug off your black zip-up, just a little too slow, stretching your arms slightly as you pull it off, letting the movement linger. underneath, a white tank top with thin straps, just sheer enough for the dark red of your bra to faintly show through. his eyes flick down to your chest, just for a second. not like he had much of a choice. but then he’s right back to your laptop. "can we continue?" he asks, like nothing happened. almost. because a second later, there’s a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. you lean back slightly, watching him now instead of the screen. nerds... so easy to mess with.
the next stretch of time, you lean in a little more than necessary, giving him small glimpses down your neckline he sometimes can’t quite ignore. every now and then, you pretend you need to look closer at the laptop, shifting nearer, letting your knee brush against his. or leaning in so he can catch the faint trace of your perfume. and just when it starts to get interesting, when you’re about to push it a little further, he suddenly slides his chair back, putting space between you again, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "i think that’s enough for today. it’s probably better if we continue tomorrow." you shake your head lightly. "no, it’s fine, i can keep listening." he gently closes your laptop, his cheeks still tinted pink. "you seem a little distracted. and i’d like to get some sleep soon. we can continue tomorrow, after breakfast, if that works for you." he slides your things back over to you. right. so he is boring. "okay," you say with a small smile, standing up. "then see you tomorrow. goodnight." as you walk toward the door, you let your hips sway just a little more than usual and you can feel his gaze on you. you smile to yourself as you close the door behind you. yeah, this isn’t over.
the next morning, you actually wake up feeling well rested. the bed turned out way more comfortable than expected, sunlight spilling softly across your face as you blink your eyes open. and somehow, after last night, after him, this place already feels a little more bearable than you thought it would. you make your way downstairs, stepping into the dining room where, of course, the overachievers aka amy and mike are already up. the table is set, everything neat, everything in place. of course it is. well, at least you didn’t have to do it.
"good morning!" your mom calls the second she sees you, walking straight over. "look at you! you already seem happier than yesterday!" - "yeah, it’s not that bad." you admit, and she immediately pulls you into a hug. "see? i told you." you greet the others, slipping into something polite again, helping carry the last few things to the table. amy and mike are talking about college, and somehow you get pulled into it, even though it becomes obvious pretty quickly that you’re not exactly on the same page. and then, footsteps. you glance up and it hits you a little harder than it should.
hollis is coming down the stairs, less put together than yesterday. his hair is still slightly messy from sleep, falling softer around his face, his glasses sitting low on his nose. he’s wearing a gray hoodie, casual. nothing like the sharp, clean look from last night. and somehow it makes him look even better. something about it, the lack of perfection, the way it softens him. "good morning." he says polite, directed at everyone as he steps into the room. you take him in for a second, then roll your eyes. right. looks like that and still sounds like someone’s favorite teacher’s pet. he’s still a nerd. just... a hot one.
during breakfast, your parents start making plans for a hike. amy and mike are immediately in. when they ask hollis, he hesitates for a second before mentioning that you two had planned to study, and your mom is right there to support it, saying there’ll be plenty of time for hiking later in the week. so you don’t even have to say anything. it’s already decided for you. and just like that, it looks like the two of you will have the house to yourselves.
once breakfast is over and everyone’s brought their dishes to the kitchen, hollis steps up next to you for a moment, a little more hesitant now. "i hope it’s okay that we’re not coming with them. do you want to come upstairs now?" you look up at him, giving him an almost innocent smile. "it’s fine. i think studying will help me more than nature right now. i’m just gonna take a quick shower and then i’ll come up." he nods a bit too quickly. "okay. see you in a bit." and then he’s gone.
and so you get ready. you take your time in the shower, already knowing exactly what you’re doing. when you step back into your room, you pick out a white matching set, delicate, barely there, and pull on a pair of low rise sweatpants over it, loose enough to sit just right on your hips, paired with a tight croptop. it’s the kind of outfit that looks harmless at first glance. effortless. but just enough to make someone look twice. to make him look twice. your makeup stays light. you spray on that sweet perfume, the one you always get compliments on and let your hair fall naturally, loose waves brushing over your shoulders.
yeah, this is gonna be hard for him. even if he’s a little uptight, you’re sure a guy who looks like that isn’t exactly inexperienced. he just doesn’t seem like the type to show it. especially not around his parents. and then the front door closes downstairs. voices fade. quiet settles into the house. they’re all gone. perfect. it´s just you and him now.
you knock on his door again, laptop and books in your arms, just like yesterday. only this time, the plan is different. he opens almost immediately. his eyes flick over you, quick, taking you in and then he looks away again, a little too fast. yeah, it’s working. "ready to continue?" he asks, trying to sound composed. "yes, sir." you laugh, stepping past him into the room. you both sit down like yesterday, same positions, same setup.
at first, you play along. you listen, nod here and there, act like you’re following what he’s saying. but your attention drifts quickly. your eyes settle on his lips while he talks. you lean in a little more than necessary, stretch slowly, subtle, but not innocent. he pauses eventually, turning his head slightly toward you. "do you need a break? you seem distracted." you look up at him, letting the silence sit for a second. "maybe," you say quietly, your voice softer than before. your knee brushes his, and this time you don’t move it away. "i mean... we don’t have to do this right now, do we?" he looks at you like he’s trying to figure you out. what you’re implying. your gaze flicks down to his lips for just a second. "we said we would study." he says, but there’s hesitation in it now. you smile faintly, leaning just a little closer. "yeah, we did." you murmur. "but we also have the whole house to ourselves." your fingers tap lightly against the table, closer to his hand than they need to be.
his gaze drops to your hands, then back up to you. nervous. his breathing picks up, uneven, and he swallows hard, but he doesn’t pull away. he just sits there, tense, caught in it. "what are you doing?" he asks, voice quieter now, a slight shake to it as he looks at you through his glasses. you press your lips together for a second before answering, a hint of a smile playing on them. "i see the way you’re looking at me." he exhales. "you’re not exactly making it easy to look away." it catches you off guard, that kind of honesty, but it only makes the tension sharper. your fingers brush over his hand, testing, like you’re seeing how far you can go. then you look at him again. "you know exactly what this is." his cheeks flush deeper. "can i?" you ask, sweet, tilting your head slightly as you gesture toward his lap. he hesitates, just for a second, then nods, leaning back, giving you space. you don’t wait. you shift forward, settling onto him, and suddenly there’s no distance left. your faces only inches apart.
the second you’re sitting on him, you understand why he got so flustered. you can feel it, how hard he is beneath you already. fuck. you almost have to suppress a smile. you move slightly and feel the subtle reaction, the way his dick presses up against you, twitching slightly through the fabric. either you’ve really gotten to him, or it’s been a while since he’s been this close to a girl.
"you’re so careful," you murmur, watching him. "touch me." you take his hands, guiding them to your hips, pressing them there. "i know you want to." his grip tightens almost instantly, pulling you a little closer, like he can’t quite help himself, still unsure, but not pulling away anymore either. "i’ve wanted to kiss you," you whisper, close to his ear. "since yesterday, actually." his pupils widen, gaze dropping to your lips. "then do it." he says, voice unsteady. you smile, just a little, before wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, leaning in until your lips meet his. at first it’s soft. careful. almost hesitant. then a little deeper. he kisses well but still restrained, like he’s holding something back.
you stay like that for a while, caught in it, kisses deepening, slow at first, then messier, tongues brushing, quiet moans slipping past your lips as your fingers tangle into his hair. the tension builds and builds until you can’t take it anymore. "hollis, fuck, i need you..." you kiss him again, harder this time, pressing down against him through the fabric, feeling the way he twitches beneath you. "... to fuck me. now." you lean back slightly, just enough to look at him. expecting him to finally lose that control, to grab you, to throw you onto his bed, to do what you´re both aching for.
but he doesn’t. instead, something shifts in his expression. something like... panic? he still looks nervous, his hands exactly where you placed them earlier, like he doesn’t quite know what to do next. "hey, is everything okay?" you ask, brows pulling together slightly. "sorry, maybe i was a bit too fast, we don’t have to-" just as you start to move off him, he gently catches your wrists, stopping you. "n-no, i- i want you, but..." you raise an eyebrow. "but?" he bites his lip, clearly searching for the right words, avoiding your eyes. "what?" you press. "i just... i’ve never... done this before." you blink. "what? this? ...sex?" he nods, a little embarrassed now, gaze dropping to the floor. "mhm." that you didn’t expect. especially not from him. and somehow, it only makes something inside you tighten more. you notice how nervous he is, how unsure. you smile slightly. "well," you murmur, tilting your head, "now that you’re helping me with math... it’s only fair i teach you something too, right?"
he looks at you again and something shifts. the panic in his eyes fades, replaced by something darker. you smile, taking his hand. "come." you guide him to the bed, pushing him down gently before climbing over him again, settling right where you were before. your lips find his, slower this time, your hand sliding up into his hair as you kiss him, taking your time until you break away just enough to trail down his jaw, his neck, pressing softer, slower kisses there. he exhales shakily beneath you. you pull his hoodie off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without looking, your eyes already on him again.
he’s trained. soft skin, warm under your hands, a few subtle gold chains resting against his collarbones. it does something to you. you can feel your panties getting wetter. your lips move again, slower now, more deliberate, tracing down his collarbones, the center of his chest, lower, letting every second drag just a little longer than necessary. you feel him tense under you. feel the way his breath changes. you stop just above his waistband. look up at him. "you okay?" you murmur. "mhm," he nods quickly, eyes locked on you, like he doesn’t want to miss a single second. like he wouldn’t dare look away. and the way he’s looking at you now, yeah, that’s exactly what you wanted.
you pull his pants down and his hard cock springs free immediately. and damn, he’s big, veiny, the tip already glistening with precum. just the sight alone makes your pussy clench. he’s going to feel so good. you wrap your hand around him, and he twitches at the contact instantly. "tell me if i should stop." you say softly, watching him for a second before you lean down, your tongue teasing over him. hollis lets out a small whimper, and the moment you finally take him into your mouth, a deep "fuck" slips from his lips. you move slowly at first, lips wrapped around him, your tongue tracing over the tip, watching closely as he falls apart more and more beneath you, every second turning him into a complete mess.
then suddenly his dick twitches more, his whole body tensing and hollis gently grips your hair. "wait. i’m gonna-" he gasps. you pull away immediately. "not yet," you murmur, breath slightly uneven. "i need you." you push your sweatpants down as well, kicking them off before moving back up over him, kissing him deeply again. this time his hands are different, more confident, roaming your body, gripping a little tighter until he pulls your crop top over your head. through the thin white bra, he can see the outline of your nipples, and he bites his lip at the sight. you can feel how much he wants you. "so..." you tilt your head playfully, looking at him. "you wanna fuck me now?" he looks up at you, needy, almost desperate. "yeah, but-" - "don’t worry," you whisper softly. "i got you." you lean down to kiss him again, slow and deep, as your hand guides his dick through your slit, teasing your clit just enough to make you both gasp softly into each other’s mouths.
finally, you align his throbbing cock with your entrance, giving hollis one last look. "you sure?" - "yes, baby, please." the horniness is getting to him, making him call you pet names now, but you love it. "you’re gonna feel so fucking good. i just know it." you whisper, and then you slowly lower yourself onto his whole length, the stretch feeling overwhelming but so so good. you moan out, and so does he, his grip tightening on your hips now. "how do i feel?" you ask, voice raspy. "s-so good," he whimpers, making your pussy clench around him, making him moan out again.
you start moving on his dick, riding him, careful at first until you feel him growing more confident, more needy. "wanna make me cum?" you ask, looking down at him, almost losing it at the feeling and the sight. he nods. "fuck. yes, show me." you take one of his hands, guiding it to your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips, sucking it, spreading your saliva over it before guiding his hand between your legs, right to your clit. "move it against me, don’t press too hard." he does exactly what you say immediately and yeah, he is and stays a nerd, because no matter what he does, he does it too well.
he immediately feels the way you tighten around him, and before he can control it, the feeling takes over. "fuck, y/n, i’m c-" - "it’s okay, baby." you say as you ride him through it, pressing soft kisses to his neck while you feel him finish inside you. his hands are still trembling against your body when you lean back, looking down at him. "shit, i’m sorry, i couldn’t really control it anymore." you press a soft kiss to his lips. "for your first time, that lasted longer than expected." he smiles a little crooked. "but... you didn’t come, did you?" you slide off him, lying down next to him before pulling him between your legs. "well, you can still change that. if you want."
he moves between your legs, pulling your panties slightly to the side before running his tongue over your swollen clit once, making you gasp. "like that?" he asks, looking up at you. "circle it." you say softly, and he does exactly what you asked for. again, too good. then you feel two of his fingers at your entrance, and he looks up at you for approval. you nod. "yes, please, hollis." he groans against your clit, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver through you. he starts moving his fingers inside you, slow at first, while his tongue keeps working you so perfectly that he can already feel you tightening again. "keep going, baby," you moan. "don’t stop." he picks up the pace, a little more pressure on your clit, and suddenly you’re pulsing on him, your vision going slightly blurry from the intensity. he comes back up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "was that good?" he asks. you shake your head in disbelief. "you’re lying. that wasn´t your first time." he lets out a small, almost proud laugh. "well... it really was."
you’re about to say something when you suddenly hear keys at the door downstairs. then it opens, voices filling the house. "we’re back!" you and hollis freeze, eyes snapping to each other in shock. "fuck!" slips out of you as you both jump into motion, scrambling to gather everything, pulling your clothes back on as fast as possible. you try to fix your hair, running your fingers through it, rushing over to open the window while hollis gets dressed and quickly rearranges the desk, making it look like you’ve been studying the whole time.
a knock at the door. "come in." hollis says, voice suddenly calm again. the door opens, and it’s your moms standing there. "so?" your mom smiles, looking at hollis. "is she making any progress?" he nods quickly. "yeah- yeah, i have a good feeling." - "great!" she says, satisfied, brushing a hand over your shoulder as she turns to leave. "maybe take a little break, you two," hollis’ mom adds gently, eyeing you both. "you look a bit tired." and then the door closes again. the second it does, the tension drops. "just in time." you laugh quietly. he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "y/n... what did you do to me?" you look at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "oh, we’re not done yet." his pupils widen for a split second. "i hope not."
after that, you decide to head back to the others to have lunch together. hollis’ dad wants to go out with him for a while in the afternoon, and you’ve made plans with your mom, amy, and amy’s mom to play cards. it turns into a light, easy afternoon. laughing, talking, passing time, until you all meet again at dinner. hollis and his dad arrive a little later, and the moment he walks in, your eyes meet. he flushes instantly, and you know exactly what that means: how hard he has to fight to keep it together, not to get hard or give anything away in front of everyone.
"so, how was it?" you call out to hollis from across the room, loud enough for everyone to hear. "tiring, but we got some really nice views," he replies casually. "you must be thirsty," you say, and he nods. "come on, i’ll get you something." your mom gives his mom a playful look, leaning in slightly. "see? i told you they’d get along." you pretend you didn’t hear it, already heading toward the kitchen, hollis following right behind you. "hey, i could’ve gotten something myself." he says once you’re alone. "i know." you reply, glancing up at him through your lashes. "i just wanted you to myself." he tilts his head. "why?" you step a little closer. "come to my room tonight." he leans back slightly, a quiet breath leaving him. "your room is right between our parents’ rooms. you do know that, right?" - "yeah," you shrug lightly. "that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?" he just shakes his head, a small grin pulling at his lips. "you’re gonna be the end of me." and then he slips past you, walking back into the living room like nothing ever happened.
the evening stays calm, easy, almost too normal. there’s some wine, good conversations, soft laughter before everyone slowly drifts off to bed. you wash your makeup off, pull on an oversized sleep shirt, slipping into bed with just that and a thong. moonlight spills through the window, casting soft shadows across the room, the house completely still. but everything in you isn’t. you’re restless, pulse quick, anticipation sitting heavy in your chest as you stare at the door, waiting for it to open.
he makes you wait. long enough for doubt to creep in, until finally, the door opens slowly, quietly, and there he is. hollis. low sweatpants, no shirt. the moonlight catches him just right, outlining the shape beneath the fabric, making it impossible to ignore how hard he already is - he couldn’t stop thinking about it either. you sit up, and he’s already there, stepping closer, leaning down to kiss you without hesitation this time. "i can’t believe you’re making me do this." he whispers against your lips. you smile softly into the kiss. "turn around." he says quietly. and for a second, you pause, caught off guard by the sudden shift in him.
he grabs your hips, pulling you back against him. you’re on all fours when you feel him push your thong to the side, his fingers sliding through your slit. "so wet for me already," he whispers. you lower your upper body, pressing down into the sheets, arching your back just a little more for him. "all yours." you murmur. you hear him shift behind you, more urgent now, and then feel him guide himself against you, dragging the tip of his dick through your wetness, coating himself with your juices slowly before pressing right against your entrance.
he slowly pushes into you, his grip on your hips firm, like he’s pulling you back onto him as his head falls back slightly. "god." he breathes out once he’s fully inside you. then he starts moving. slow at first. and somehow, he feels even better than earlier. you try to stay quiet, biting back the sounds, but when he picks up the pace, something slips out of you anyway. a soft moan you can’t quite hold in. immediately, hollis leans forward, his hand coming up to your throat, gentle but firm, pulling you back against him just enough so he can press his other hand over your mouth. "you asked for this..." he murmurs, his voice low, breath warm against your ear as he thrusts again, harder this time, "...so you’re gonna take it just like that."
you should’ve known. you knew from the start there was more to him. and fuck. his words only make you tighten around him even more.
and like the nerd he is, he already learned from earlier. while one of his hands is still covering your mouth, the other moves between your legs, finding your clit, circling it just the way you showed him. he fucks into you so deep it makes your vision blur, your breathing uneven, almost impossible to control but he doesn’t stop. he feels the way you tighten around him, again and again, and then you notice it, how he tenses too, his breath getting heavier, trying just as hard to stay quiet. "fuck," he whispers. "baby... cum with me." and it only takes a few more thrusts before he does, finishing inside you. the way his dick twitches deep inside pushing you right over the edge with him. his movements slow, softer now, as he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder, your ear, your cheek.
later you’re lying next to each other, his arm wrapped around you, both of you just enjoying the quiet closeness for a moment until he slowly sits up. you look at him, a little confused. "you’re not staying?" - "i’d love to," he says honestly, glancing toward the door, "but if my parents find out, i’m dead." you let out a soft laugh. "oh, so i’m a bad influence now?" he holds your hand a second longer than necessary, a small smile tugging at his lips. "no... you feel too good for that." he leans down to kiss you one more time. soft, lingering, before finally getting up and slipping out of the room.
from that point on, the week feels way too short. what started as a game, turns into something you can’t really put into words. you take every chance you get. in the bathroom, door locked, trying to stay quiet. on his desk again, papers pushed aside like they don’t matter anymore. in the kitchen while everyone’s outside, hearts racing at every little sound and once, even outside, in the middle of the night, under the stars, the air cool against your skin while everything between you burns. and somehow you never get caught. not once
then it’s over. departure day. everyone’s standing by the door, suitcases packed. "we should do this every year!" your mom says, smiling like this week was exactly what she hoped for. everyone agrees. you don’t say much. you just look at him. hollis. standing there like always, calm, polite, put together. but his eyes find yours. and there’s something in them now. he gives you the smallest wink. barely there. "yeah," he says softly, a knowing smile on his lips. "we should."
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