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niche things i think roman would do as your boyfriend:
suggestive, fluff, established relationship, being high?
• if he smokes late at night and gets the munchies. you're coming with him to a gas station, even if you're asleep. he would wake you up.
"what?.." you grumble. he stands there like a child who just woke their mother up cause they vomited everywhere. "come with me to get snacks" you thought about turning over and going back to sleep. you actually did turn over and ignore him but he flopped on top of you so with a groan you get up and walk to the nearest convenience store.
• he lets you play with his hair, style it, all of the above. but if you give him an actual style, he's not keeping it in.
• nobody can smoke around you, not even him. if you're in the car while one of the guys are smoking ALL the windows are going down. conceal called you over to ask you something backstage and when roman saw him smoking, while talking to you. he lost it. "one fucking rule." he muttered, hitting the back of ryan head, taking the joint and twisting it under his shoe.
• it had become a routine for you and roman to sneak away to the tour bus, towards the end of hollis' shows. you guys would makeout, but you must have lost track of time.
straddling his lap, hands braced against his chest. then the sound of muffled voices and laughter, hit your ears first. "wait-" you breathed, trying to move off his lap. he smirked hands stationed on your hips to keep you down. "relax" normally he would try and break apart to but lately he's been into either pissing you off or embarrassing you.
the door the bus had swung open, "serious dude?" while some others were laughing. your face burned hot, hair tousled from where his fingers had been. meanwhile he was leaned back against the small couch, smug with a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes. the guys going by one by one dappinng him up.
• pt.2 of roman loving to annoy you. as always they are blasting music obnoxiously loud, so it was to no surprise when you fell asleep on the bus. roman took your hands holding them loosely in his own moving them side to side like you were dancing. you stirred, eyebrows pinching together. you blinked your eyes open halfway, to see him grinning, holding your hands up like he was a puppet.
your annoyed groan was drowned out by the music "roman—stop" voice still raspy with sleep. yanking your arms away from him. that just made ryan shake your shoulders. "c'mon sleeping beauty, wake up" you swatted at him "leave me alone" but roman didn't. he nudged his knee into your leg, then turning the music up impossibly louder. you flipped him off "aw love you too" roman teased.
• pt.3 of him annoying you? if you don't understand that's his fav thing to do. so lets say you're going somewhere, he won't put on a shirt. it's acceptable in private, cause who are you to complain? but it gets to a point. you were going out to a party and he insisted he didn't need a shirt. you were going for a grocery store run and he wanted to come too. but he had NO shirt. you immediately sent him back upstairs to put on a shirt. but he shook his head, tight lipped "no, im comfortable" making you groan "i don't care roman you're not going out like that" so he grabbed a jacket and zipped it half way. "happy?"
• if it's been an hour as in ONE singular hour and you don't reply to his text, he's gonna be hella dramatic. sighing loud until someone asks so he can reply "my girl don't love me anymore" shrugging it off. you never knew he did this until the guys told you about it. of course he denied it but it sounded too much like him.
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."
thinking about perv roommate! hollis who finally gets a taste of his sweet girl & doesn’t want you to leave…
…"i'm serious." he says as he sets the perfect rhythm, steady and deep enough to make your eyes roll. he knows he’s gotten you exactly where he wants when he feels you clench around his cock. "you gonna miss this? you gonna miss me making this pretty pussy come over and over?" he’s coaxing. using his mind numbing strokes to his advantage. he was going to get you to stay, whether you agreed consciously or not.
you whine extra loud, the sound bouncing off the tall windows, your hands gripping his now red shoulders. "oh my god, holli! that’s—that's not fair."
"all's fair in love and sex, sweetheart. you signed up for this, for me, for us." he whispered as he leaves a trail of wet kisses on your collarbone, your chest, the soft skin just below your ear where he knows you’re especially sensitive. "you know i'm right. you know you don't want to leave."
"but i have a life in atlanta, i travel, i work. i can’t just—fuck." you try to rebuttal, but it comes out weak, like you're trying to convince yourself more than hollis. yet its not working. nothing matters, nothing at all except the tingly feeling of your body betraying your mind, slipping away into that oh-so satisfying headspace.
"you have a life here too." he replys, observing your figure before pulling out, just to watch you, just to see the frustration start to spread across your face. "you have me. you have my house, my bed, my arms. you have everything you ne—."
he’s cut off by another whine ripping from your throat as he filled your being once again. it’s overwhelming, so full you could’ve sworn you could feel his large presence in your chest. he responds to your sounds, his pace quickens as he feels himself start to lose his mind inside you. he starts to ramble, incoherent, possessive nonsense. he’s close and you can tell. like clockwork, you cue the squeeze, trapping him tight as you chase your own ticket to pleasure.
finally, the tension in the room breaks. the taste of paradise never felt so sweet and hollis followed right behind you. “you just…you just don’t seem to fully understand, baby. i’m everything you need, everything you’d ever want. i have it. i am it.” he grunts as he spills. deep and obviously unprotected. but that’s tomorrow’s problem, isn’t it?
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pairing: childhood-boyfriend!hollis x childhood-girlfriend!reader
warnings/themes: second chance romance, micro cheating, foul language, childhood sweethearts, minor angst, right person wrong time (?), hollrena
in which, kathryn plays matchmaker with hollis and his ‘ex-girlfriend’ from the 4th grade
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a/n: new series because i have free will, basically the taglist from any other holli fic i’ve made is here, if you didn’t want to be tagged i’m sorry ;-;
