#concealxreader

pairing: 2hollis x fem! reader warnings: smut, oral (f & m rec), p in v, creampie, fingering, big d descriptions, daddy kink, drug use, lowkey size kink, public-ish stuff author note: this was supposed to be a blurb of you guys just flirting and sorta suggestive, but this turned into full blown smut guys 😱

thinking about </2 who’s trying to scoop the prettiest girl at the afters like sooooo bad he’s so desperate. there’s typically a whole codified process for getting girls back for the night with the group but he literally doesn’t care who you are, the fact that you’re a girl at an after, and that there’s no formal vetting. as soon as he comes down from the DJ panel, he grabs a drink and heads straight toward you and your friends once the time is right. everybody’s immersed in the noise, not enough to really notice you guys chatting at the back of the club (let’s be honest, though, somebody definitely snuck a pic despite the strict no-phone enforcement, probably already floating around a group chat somewhere).

he's so easy to talk to and u guys talk about your small knowledge of dj'ing and you def get a couple things wrong, but he's like "i need a new producer anyway, u trynna make some beats for me?" and you're like "hell yea, when?" clearly thinking ur both kidding around and he's like "what time are y'all getting out of here?" whirlwind sequence of events, you're up there with the guys, albeit away from the cameras and in their little vip section meeting all his friends and introducing your friends and u guys honestly have a lit time chatting it up.

there's a limited amount of space, so by the time his other friends start pressing in, you're very kindly like "sorry guys! we're crashing your party, i'll stand" and hollis is like "makin' a girl stand is a crime against comfort" and u are literally pushing the limits hella, you're like "yeah? so u gonna let me sit down?" referencing his lap, and he absolutely

no second thoughts pats it, notioning u to sit down. the more time that goes on, the more drinks come, the more evrybody flows (u see ur bestie gettin' close to roman, another getting close to ryan) and like hollis got his hands around your waist, bouncing his knee to get u pissed and ur like "i'll get up and sit on my friends lap" he's all "nah, you'd never. you don't wanna get up" and when u put it to the test, he like pulls u back down into his arms and holds u captive. it's like he's hugging u, and u think of keeping ur enemies confused bout your next moves, so u lean in and borderline kiss him in order to suck the blunt from between his lips and throw him offguard.

u smoke it and instantly get to coughing cuz it's STRONG as hell and he's like "damn, slow down, beautiful." while patting ur back fauxly to make u feel better, ur hands braced on his chest to collect yourself. "get a room, y'all!" one of his guys teases, and u flip them off, burying ur face in hollis's neck shyly. "trynna?" he whispers in ur ear. the music is blaring, the bass rattling through everything, and you're like down but also you're just kinda having fun @ the club getting unlimited stuff on his bill so u play coy. "what?"

"come back to my room,"he asks lowly, his eyeliner a tad smudged in the hottest way ever, hair falling into his face perfectly. you get up and you fully straddle him. "so you wouldn't just fuck me here in-front of everybody. maybe i'm not your girl, forreal." "trust me, you are that hot. no cap, like you're really my girl." he proclaims as he leers over your face, then body. "not too bad yourself," you tease, cupping his cheek. he takes your hand, kisses it, and intertwines your fingers. "i'm being forreal, tho."

"i know you are, but i can't leave my friends here, so..." you press your lips into a flat line. if he lets it go, you're gonna be crushed that he didn't fw u that hard. u honestly do think you're gonna air with such a no escape demand. and he ponders on it. he's never hosted things with too many girls because of how chaotic it gets, but he's feeling like SUPER desperate and distracted. your eyeliner looks sharp, your hair is bouncy, your tits are sparkling with glitter, and like your eyes alone are seducing him and just seeing u straddle him is like a tease of whats to come if he secures you.

"they can come." he decides. he can't even believe himself. you wail out happily, kissing his cheek as a reward. "aw, thank you, princess." he beams, crooking your jaw down to return the favour on the cheek. "Mhmmm," you hum, tracing his collarbone and neck with your finger slowly. he does something very intentional, but seamless. whilst you do that, he diverts your hand from tracing down up to his neck and has you squeeze with his hand on-top of yours. Then he releases, and squeezes again, and you can actively see it's a thing for him when he bites his lip. You're crossed as hell so you're not pressing him about getting off on you so unabashadedly desperate like this but it's incredibly hot.

"so are we chill? i needa let ‘em know what time to bring the whip here.’ he suddenly stops, placing your hand on his chest again. "you can drive after smoking that shit? my head feels like it's ‘boutta fall off already." you marvel.

"nah, give it a few more minutes if you think this is bad. Trust me, it only gets wilder. and by whip I mean our driver. don't trip. know i'd never put my girl in danger." he professes, hand reaching up to tangle in your hair."

"no, but i'm not gonna lie, i might as well just go home because i'm not trynna be out late ubering home after you get me all worked out makin' you ur beats," you tease, tryna see how desperate he fr is when you pretend not coming, so you can gloat your power over his head. so far, he's stopped dj'ing at the club for all the fans here to see him, broken so much conduct, and ethics just to have you.

"i'd let you spend the night." you know you got him, and the smirk you can’t hide just makes it worse for him. "so fuckin' evil, hmm? look at that smile." he remarks, big hand at your jaw like a vice, caressing it. he thinks you're worth any risk that evil ass smile just tried to warn him of. "fuck, you're gorgeous." he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief, then throwing his head back like he can't contain it. you note he's so effortlessly elegant. even with the jerky movements, his long blonde hair still frames his face like a halo at the end of the day."

"okay fine, you'd let me, but not my friends?" he chuckles. "i don't want your girls, just want mine. they can for sure come over though, i can get em home too. and it's better having them gone when we… do our thing." "what's our thing?" you ask dumbly, on purpose.

his hand, so large and warm, moves to your ass to reel you in. "everywhere, every corner, no chill." you swat at him playfully. "u said we were gonna make beats, dummy." he intertwines ur hands, placing them up in the air and making u dance around. "anythin' you want, baby." "you're so nice, hollis. seriously." "so am i textin' em?" "idkk are you?" you sing-song at him, and he rolls his eyes with a smitten smile.

time goes by. ur chatting with the group and hollis has got his hands under your shirt, smoothing up your stomach and tracing gentle circles along your sides.he's careful not to overstep, just teasing enough to make you aware, but leaving you wanting more.your homegirl is actively giving roman a hickey, ryan and ur other homegirl and ryan, are kissing, and everyone else is caught up in their own chaos for the most part. u know it's time to get outta here.

"why're u lookin' around like that, ____, scared to come back with me?" he asks, playful but alert.

you shake your head. "nah… just havin' so much fun here."

"i think we'll have more fun at my—yo!" he ushers a waiter over, pointing. "can i get the tab here?" the employee nods and moves away.

you lay on him, pressing into his side and looking up at him. "are u taking these home with us?"

"hell no." he answers. "i have shit at the house too."

"the more the merrier." you kid, then grow incredibly serious as you add, "wait, can u arrange for me to take it home then?"

he grins. "after we chill, i'll order you whatever room service you want. catch is u gotta come home with me first, i'm not gonna lie."

"for a guy who wants me so bad, you haven't even kissed me yet."

he shrugs, smirking. "we haven't gotten this close like this yet."

"okay." you shrug, a plain signal to him to imply he should remedy it.

just as he starts to lean in, the employee returns with the bill and a reader. hollis sorts through some unknown compartment in his zip-up & pulls out his black card, then taps. you read the total. "you're paying that much just to leave it here?"

he smirks. "they'll probably drink it. it's like my extra tip for the crew."

"oh my gosh, bro." you shake your head laughing. he chuckles with you. "alright, alright, get up, our ride's boutta be here."

and as soon as he stands up, so does everybody else, including ur friends. it's so hot u can't even function, that he can easily command a whole room like that. u guys sort out who's coming in what car and the few seconds u guys go out different entrances so the fans don't mob you together, u debrief with your hgs.

"dude, i'm gonna fuck the shit out of this guy," your friend says, reffering to roman, "his spanish voice is so sexy."

"he's a good kisser," the other whispers about ryan.

"we're gonna make some beats at his place. honestly, i'm here for it but just for fun. i can't believe he's letting me spend the night, though." you gossip.

"dude, he'll probably flip if you don't get with him. ryan said they've never seen him like this over just any girl."

you guys literally reach flow state walking to the big ass limo, and in the back, there’s still drinks, still snacks. u guys take pictures and ogle out the window watching the guys interact with their fans. unbeknownst to u, hollis snaps a quick photo with ur lipgloss print on his cheek and a fan asks him about it on video, and he hits them with that signature "shh". it's just like a fever dream. you drink a little more despite yourself to build up courage to keep teasing him now that u understand the full extent of your leverage.

by the time the guys are back, everything falls into place. he's got a ton of different gifts from his fans, notes, small trinkets. it's so sweet how he talks about them and explains to u everything that was given to him.

"so, how often do you do this with girls?" you ask, "like do you approach your fans like this often?"

"try not to, but…" he waves his hands up and down sheepishly, a little exposed. you giggle earnestly at the adorable gesture. "nah, nah but if you're asking like do i approach girls at an after and take them back, nah. no, you're just a total anomaly. i've never met a girl as cool as you."

you blush, softer from his words than in the club. maybe it's the changed setting.

"shut up, idiot," you roll your eyes, reaching behind his head for some alcohol. gosh, he was right. whatever you'd smoked earlier was starting to get you wrecked — the only feasible way to explain why he was suddenly working your nerves like this.

"i deadass thought u were probably a model or something," he says, one hand gently resting on your side, gripping a little playfully. "i lowkey haven't made a move cuz i'm too nervous, like i'm so deadass you're gorgeous."

"broooo, stop you're actually making me blush."

"what're you gonna do about it?" he challenges, daring.

fine. he wins this round. you lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips. he tastes like smoke, sweet drinks, and excitement in the best way ever. you pull back and grin, and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you again. it's just tiny little kisses, pulling back and looking at each other, and it's just perfect.

then, inversely, you're all of the sudden making out, fervent and heated, and he's running kisses down ur neck while u fist at his hair. that seems to turn him on lots because he starts forcing ur hips to grind over him with one hand on your ass, the other, due to your size and height difference, allowing him to be proportionate toward your skirt. it's crazy how fast things escalate. he pokes at your slit through your panties and then sucks on his finger, whimpering quietly at your taste, like it's actually disgusting how bad he wants you, sampling you like you're some candy. "gonna let me taste it tonight?" he whispers, hands massaging up your thighs wantonly, cravingly. you bite your lip, flushed. "only if you’re good." you purr, trying to remind him you still own the power between you guys.

he smirks, low and challenging. "haven't i been so good for my girl? she doesn't think so?"

you shake your head, mildly irritated but also so hot for him at the same time, the way he has with his words. "no i don't fucking think so, i had to kiss you fcking first."

"wanted to make sure you were feelin' me, baby." he whispers. u lean down right after, doing it again. it's electric. his lips are smooth and buttered, pressing nicely into yours, warm and soft, and he smells incredible. he hugs u tightly against him as u guys make out, and u don't wanna give him control, but u can feel how hard he is in his pants and pointedly, how big it is. you don't know where this is going but u know one thing—you don't trust yourself to properly exploit your power over him anymore.

"wanna move a lil?" he murmurs, pressing closer, and you shake your head quickly, more out of brain before body.

"in-front of everybody?" you question, breath shaky. it's not like u hadn't been getting with him publicly this whole night—now, you think u might actually fuck him if you're not careful. u don't wanna tell him that, so even if he tries, "they're all busy, look." and they truly are, doing their own thing, you don't care.

"don't need you that bad," you tease, and he grins, tugging you closer.

"yeah u fuckin' do, baby, i could feel how fuckin' wet u were."

maybe his blunt had a spellbinding effect. after his words sink in, it was almost like he declared your perpetually increasing desire for him into law.

you guys barely make it in the elevator ride up. you're facing the mirror, he stands behind u, and he has u leaning over against the railing, pressing himself into you while kissing & sucking on ur neck greedily.

"gonna fuck u so good, baby." he whispers right into your ear, voice raspy and thick from screaming and the natural tension it carries, his hand on ur throat.

u moan at just pure desire—he's intoxicating.

u guys make it to his room and he opens the door. it's luxurious, spacious, and granted; a place u wished u could have to yourselves, regretting your earlier choice to continue the rage at his. everybody's there, and they ask u guys to come chill, but u can't hold it in anymore. u start realizing maybe they shouldn't be here for this, but the music'll probably drown out whats about to happen anyway.

your head spins. you're not a groupie, not a casual sex type of girl, and couldn't have ever imagined this. the second u guys get in his room, he's locked the door, placed u on the bed, and put the low lights on warm as he strips away his jacket. you guys kiss a bit more, sitting beside each other with ur feet dangling off the edge, and no surprise, he's yanking ur leg open softly on his lap, parting them before inserting it between your legs to rub at your cunt through your panties. you whimper almost painfully sounding, so pleasured, until you hear it. yup, hear it. "aww, shit," he murmurs, breaking ur kiss to listen & observe how your cunt squelches under his heavy, long fingers.

"listen to that shit, baby. knew you'd have some good pussy." you almost gasp out at his words. he's so filthy and confident and not the timid, easy-going guy who talked to u in the club inconspicuously. "all for you," you whisper, shocked at how brazen you've become too.

he sinks to his knees, kissing at your mound while looking up at you. "best gift a fan ever gave me." you roll your eyes at his shit-eating grin after he says it. "fuck you, hollis."

he chuckles. "in a sec, let me get you first." he pulls ur panties down ur legs and you wince slightly, feeling exposed as the cool air hits your slickened folds, immediately attempting to dry all the warm slick coating your cunt.

it's sensational bliss — the contrast in the air, the warmth of the saliva on his tongue, and it's sheer length. he swirls around your clit with its entirety, absolutely no issue finding your clit, and you moan out, gripping onto his hair. "take off your shirt, play with your tits f'rme." he commands and you obey instantly, stripping for him as he hungrily sucks at your clit, his jaw smacking the inner curve of your thigh as it works. "oh my gosh, fuck." you gasp, twisting your nipple around with your fingers, desperate for more sensation.

his tongue dips down toward your folds simultaneously, licking eagerly while he sucks, his eyes trained hungrily on you. when he dips particularly close into your cunt, you gasp and try to close your legs around his head. nope, he holds you open and only sucks harder, and you struggle to squirm away to no avail — he holds your thigh, keeping you there for in place for him as he devours you.

"fuck, no no, i can't," you tell him, trembling. he shakes his head defiantly, unbothered, and continues eating your pussy, slurping your clit into his mouth, coating it with his sloppy spit.

you're in so much awe you can't help but just sit there, legs parted, hand in his hair scratching while looking down at him. once he looks back up at you, you try to avert your eyes, throwing your head back, only for him to reach up, pulling your head back down to keep your eyes on his. you wonder why he's being picky about that until he plunges back to licking at your clit, inching his long ass finger inside your cunt gently. it's the tip first, and that already drives you wild, so by the time he plunges in fully, you're shaking. he lets it stretch you out first, and then lets it rub against your g-spot that it so easily reaches, all while he continues his assault on your clit, head moving side to side as he laps at you. your slick pours out of you like a waterfall, and though his fingers could somewhat suffice for dick itself, so you're shocked when you find yourself begging for another.

with absolutely no resistance, the second finger enters and you're gasping. "oh my gosh, i'm gonna cum all over your face." you moan, clutching him tighter. he nods his head, moaning into your cunt.

he retracts briefly only to spit down at it before his tongue gets back to flicking at your clit at an unreasonably fast speed, fingers digging into your spot to get you there. you cum LOUDLY — you're pulling at his hair, back arching, cunt spasming & clenching around his fingers, expelling both slick and your cum, but never his fingers. he fucks you through it, licks you through it, and when he pulls back, you're stunned to see the glistening sheen like gloss on his lips. you're breathless.

you exhale shakily, still catching your breath. your head's spinning circles, hazy and light, stopping only when centered on him. ''not my fastest work,'' he murmurs, kissing up the valley of your breasts softly. ''still looks like i got you pretty good, though, hmm?'' he teases, pressing a firm hand on your thigh to stop your legs from shaking.

you open your mouth to tell him to shut up; his teasing is actually getting you rattled, but once he touches you again, literally just on your thigh, it’s like he has you melting — you’re officially in his hands like putty.

"your moans are so hot," he rasps straight into your ear, brushing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. he's overwhelming you in the best way possible. you grab at him, needy. “fuck me already, hollis.” you half-demand, half-beg. he listens immediately, his hand moving to tug your skirt off, leaving you fully naked.

his boxers peak out the waistband of his jeans and you can’t help but grin, eyes flicking down before back up to his face. "let me get you back," you more so state than ask, voice light in attempt to be persuasive.

hollis laughs under his breath, shaking his head. "nah, baby, i’ve been dying to fuck you. don’t know if i can wait any longer after all that." you drop to your knees before he can stop you. “jus' for a little, just for a little. i want you even harder than this.” you coax as you grip his dick firmly through his jeans.

he grunts under his breath, exhaling a deep breath after. "don't think i even can be," he shakes his head with a lost look.

"challenge accepted." you smirk, kissing down his stomach. u feel him shudder a little once you do. he watches you, mesmerized, unable to look away. u tug his jeans down and suck at his print through his boxers, smearing your lipgloss on em'. "challenge accepted." you smile softly, kissing down his stomach. he watches you, mesmerized, unable to look away.

"fuck, you-you'll get up when i tell u to?" he blurts the very instant he feels your mouth on him. you nod, thinking more of what can make him spiral even deeper, getting him even more worked up. "promise, daddy." u say as you stare up at him, eyes trained on his.

he grabs at his face in disbelief. you can see his composure dwindling the more u take your time, working him up. you wish you could hear every thought in his right now, but you could also probably guess. he can't believe he pulled getting you home with him off. you finally free him and freeze for a second, breath catching. are u even gonna be able to take this?

"you're so big, holli." u whisper, awed. he traces his thumb on the corner of your mouth, pushing his tip against your lips. "yeah," he breathes, "gotta shut you up before you make me lose it."

you giggle, vibrations making him twitch a little. you bob your head once, wrapping at his base and jerking him as your head continues moving up & down, the motion fluid and rhythmic, Hollis's tiny moans and whimpers following right after. "fuck, ur mouth's so good," he groans. "think u can take more?"

you nod, pulling back to spit on it. "anything for u, daddy." you moan softly as you jerk at him. u wrap ur lips on his tip and proceed to suck, getting accustomed to each phase of his length until u manage to sheath him down your throat. he starts moving and it takes all ur willpower to keep your toes clenched and gag reflex shut off, especially cause ur legs are still somewhat shaking from the intensity of that orgasm.

"fuck, princess" hollis groans out deeply, "takin' it so well for daddy, such a good girl." he grips your hips tighter, thrusting just enough to keep you on edge.

you start spilling tears as he fucks into your throat, overwhelmed by how full he feels. the sight turns him on visibly, pupils darkening and eyes going all hazy. he lets out a low growl. the instant his hips still, you go at it harder, licking at his dick with urgent, desperate strokes. "oh shit, i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum get off" he moans, voice breaking.

you arch your back, clawing at his knees to push yourself closer to him. "shittttt, stop baby," he grits out. your throat gawks and gawks and gawks, wet, relentless, and warm, and he lets out a pained sounding "mmm," in the smallest whimper of frustration. you know it takes everything in him when he finally pulls you off from him, slapping at your cheek lightly but firmly. "bad girl."

"then, punish me." you can't believe your own words. seems tonight, you've both bought out a side of desperation and lust in each other neither of you knew you attained.

he roughly yanks you up the bed and places you on your back, legs draped over his arms. he wastes no time easing his tip into you, and he does it so quick you don't really have time to focus on the sharp, stretching burn inside you. he already feels so big. you look wide-eyed and he grins down at you, eyes reading yours.

"oh shit, sorry, i forgot the condom," he mutters, thinking you're turned off by the idea of having him raw.

"yeah," you murmur, fucked too dumb to think straight. "it's all the way in the washroom. think you can keep it nice n' wet when your daddy's not here?"

you swat at his face playfully, at the suggestion his presence means you're perpetually turned on.

"no, stayy. I want you raw, didn't even think that was a question."

he crooks his head to the side, caging you in with his arms and smirking at you. "then what do you look so nervous for?" he notes. you find it kinda sweet he cares, really even noticed. you always pictured when celeb guys got girls like this it was usually 1 and done.

you blush, biting your lip. "yeah, because you're like, the second guy i've been with and you're...massive."

"fuck, bro, you don't even know what you're doing to me," he groans, though you feel it with the retraction and reintroduction of his tip into the front of your canal.

you gasp at the stretch and sensation.

"it's already right there. not too bad for you, hm?"

you look down in between yall to where ur bodies are connected. "fuck, i have that much more to take?"

he leans in close, "i'll make u feel better, promise." he nudges your chin up gently. you smile softly, nodding, and push your lips out for a kiss. he smiles warmly, then kisses you back, grinning at how cute you are. he spits down at your cunt right after, and you laugh a tad from the sudden mix of sweetness and vulgarity. then, he rubs his dick against your slick folds, making you both moan out at your sensitive states. he humps you like that for a while, and when the tip goes down inside you, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. he watches your face intently and looks for any signals of pain, finding none. then, he starts thrusting inside you again, slowly building pace and rhythm. he pants heavily, almost like he's already about to cum, and looks spent watching his dick disappear inside of you. "moree, please, fuck." you whimper, clenching and unclenching. "like that?" he breathes, letting you swallow the tip & some, and you nod, staring into his eyes, "just like that, shit."

he gives you a couple shallow strokes and you feel a heat eclipse your scalp sharply at the immense amount of pleasure you receive. with each stroke, slowly, more and more pressure builds through your core, and you look down while he fucks you to see how much more you have, and it doesn't seem like a lot, so you give him the greenlight.

"harder," you whine, and he obliges, burying his face into your tits, sucking at your nipple quietly.

you whine out in pleasure, the sudden piercing stretch that accompanies his length stretching out your cunt sending cold through your blood momentarily, but once he bottoms out, it's no longer in your entrance where you feel him. In your lower tummy too, in your cunt, against your G—he fills everywhere and leaves nothing else but him. He pumps, slick and thick sliding out of you effortlessly.

he moans, shifting your hips into a slight stirrup position to press deeper. "shit, I—so good," you whisper, so dickmatized you're talking to yourself, hand sliding down to your clit almost absentmindedly.

"i made you chase so hard, didn't i?" you gasp, jaw quivering in pleasure as he ruts into you, relentless. "worth every second of it," he responds, thrusting and grinding at you harder, eyes dark with need. "worth watchin' you fight to take my dick." "mm!" you whimper out when his big hands come to your hips, squishing down on your sides. "why're u shoutin, baby, hm? wanna let all our friends know how good 2's fucking you?" he growls, abs flexing against your hands that drift hesitantly on his abdomen, debating whether or not they need to push him to fuck into you harder or to stay at bay.

"feels like ur breaking me." you breathe out, hand at his chest, circling his nipple and moving down toward his abs cyclically. "so hot," you think outloud, the velocity of your tits jiggling causing a wet smacking sound, adding to the symphony of obscene noises filling the room.

"yeah? wanna ride em' later?" he growls out, jaw hanging open to expel his little huffs of effort. "please," you nod, unashamedly desperate. he moans lowly, spreading your legs a bit further so he can get out of your practical cervix. "so fuckin' tight, girl. let me out," he breathes, "don't wanna let daddy go?" he moves his hair from out of his eyes to stick the image of his big cock wedged inside you like a truck stuck beneath a bridge.

you shake your head, clenching around him lightly as a joke. in actuality, you both know he's too deep and too big to get out of you that easily. "trying her best," he grunts, breathing heavy and parting your legs far, one on his shoulder. his hand snakes up your body to squeeze at your tit as he starts moving again.

it's recklessly loud. the headboard bangs, you arch your back and press into him, he groans, your skin slaps. as you rub at your clit, feeling your slick, cum, and his pre mix together in a warm, slick mess, pooling heavily at your clit, you know you’re close.

he leans down and hovers close, thinking he'll kiss you when he suddenly spits into your mouth. "swallow it," he orders, shutting your jaw firmly. you do just that and stick out your tongue to show him after. he wastes no time pressing his lips and tongue against yours, licking at your tongue depravedly, cock twitching inside you while he did. you could tell he was close too.

"wanna make you cum, Hollis," you say breathlessly. "wanna make you cum more," he groans.

he delivers on that promise. after he pulls you close, he pounds wildly, both your bodies slick with sweat and your moans overlapping with each-others. every jut of his hips drives you guys closer to the edge, a high you feel swirling in your lower tummy before you feel it anywhere else.

he huffs hot, ragged breaths into your ear. "you gonna let me cum inside you?" you nod eagerly. "want your cum so bad, holl." he hammers into ur cunt, groaning deeply with need. you grind back at him, pushing your hips up to meet his, letting him finish you both off. you're first, and he's right after you.

you look down at your cunt and watch his cum glistening, attempting to spurt out of you, almost — so plentiful, hot, and thick. the warm sensation slides through you, and he overstimulates himself pushing it into you with his cock just to watch it fill you up. "fuck," he drawls beneath his breath, in utter awe, and you smile up at him, breathless and proud. "gave me so much cum, hollis."

"only the best for my girl" he replies, and u reach up for his neck, pulling him down and over you.

you guys stay entwined like that for a sec, making out over each other's shoulders and chest while he's still inside you, right up until he finally starts softening.

when he pulls out, he's quick to scoop his cum and press it back inside you, spreading it around. you squirm softly, whining gently as he slides his fingers through you, fucking back into your walls. "sensitive..." you murmur, and he smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

when he retracts his fingers, he makes you suck them clean before he slides opposite to you in bed.

"so, how'd you find my set?" he asks casually. you shrug, still catching your breath — "not all that memorable. somebody distracted me from the night entirely."

he smiles knowingly. "yeah someone distracted me too."