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challengers blurb

mdni 18+ roman x hollis x fem!reader tags: threeway activity, handjobs (m. rec), fingering (f rec), hickeying and marking (f rec), m x m kissing, m x f kissing.

thinkin bout challengers but roman n hollis on u—one on ur neck, ur hand strokin hollis slow n slick while ur makin out messy w roman, his fingers fuckin deep inside u curlin just right, ur other hand jerkin roman at the same tempo. u pull back gasping, moaning loud n they both dive to ur neck at the same, lips hot sucking n licking and marking you up. u pump at their cocks both like they're just toys, squeezin hollis harder to pull that desperate whine outta him bc he loves it tight, then loosenin up on roman so he whines too beggin u to grip back down. u lean back too quick, legs hiking up to spread open a little wider for em—and they just keep goin, mouths crashin into each other instead, kissin hard n deep all caught up in the heat of the moment, tongues tanglin w/o even clockin u fell back. ur just watchin wrecked af, straight-up in love w the sight of it but lowkey jealous they havent clocked ur back here yet. u bite ur lip tryna choke down moans so they dont snap outta it, but then hollis's fingers slide in joinin romans on ur pussy—hollis rubbin ur clit tight n fast while romans still fuckin deep inside u w his fingers, both of em workin ur pussy together all slick n tangled, fingers rubbing against one and others. u watch em make out while their hands move in sync against and inside of your cunt, working u skillfully, and your brain goes straight overload. u cant help it, and a moan rips out loud nd desperate, alerting them, and they kinda clock it now, eyes flickin all like oh shit we're bros?? we just made out?? n we're all bout to cum rn so they dont even stop, just keep kissin sloppy n fingerin u harder through the mess.

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Roman Godfrey Blind double date

Peter’s been on your case all week. You should’ve said no. You try to remember why you didn’t. It started with him talking about how he and Letha are trying this new place, that you should come too. You said you didn’t want to third wheel, and that’s when he added that Letha’s bringing someone. A double date. And for reasons still unknown to you, you said yes.

The car ride feels longer than it actually is. Peter keeps trying to sell it to you, promising it’ll be fun, but you’re barely paying attention. Your thoughts keep circling the same question Who’s going to be there? on repeat. Before you realize it, you're already pulling into the parking lot.

The restaurant isn’t flashy, but it’s nice enough. You step out of the car and hear Letha’s voice calling out to you, sweet and familiar. You turn toward her—and that’s when you see him. Roman Godfrey. He’s tall, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers, expression unreadable and vaguely irritated, like he was talked into this too.

Then he lifts his gaze, and it finds yours. He doesn’t look away. His eyes widen, just a little, but enough. There’s a flicker of something behind them. Surprise, maybe. Or something deeper. He doesn’t smile. Not quite. But he doesn’t drop his stare either, pretends like you didn’t make every piece of noise in his head go quiet the second you walked in.

Peter leads you closer, kissing Letha as you linger, trying to figure out how to say hello to Roman without sounding too nervous. He looks so handsome it almost hurts—his dark hair brushed back, long black coat, dressed in those sharp, expensive clothes he always wears. He always looks good. But it’s not just about physically. He’s got that sarcasm, that sharp tongue, that effortless charm. He doesn’t play by anyone’s rules. He says what he wants, when he wants, flirts without thinking, always knowing exactly how to leave you breathless. He’s arrogant. He’s difficult. He’s magnetic. And that’s exactly what draws you in.

The few times he’s flirted with you, you’ve played it off like it didn’t mean anything. Probably because you’re all around each other so much through Peter and Letha. But your heart still skips whenever he leans too close, when he touches your hair like he has a right to it. You like him—more than you should. More than you admit. He’s Roman Godfrey. He shouldn’t want someone like you. You tell yourself you're too different, too ordinary, not what he’d ever really choose. That’s why you’ve kept quiet. Why you’ve carried this silent crush for longer than you’d like to admit.

Peter pulls the door open, Letha stepping through with a smile, you hesitate, moving slower, like your legs are still catching up with the moment, Roman walks in last, behind you.

Inside, you end up across from him.

There was a lust inside of the Godfrey heir, not only for sex, but for power, to have somebody’s blood running from his perfect lips, tainting whatever expensive shirt that he was adorned in.

It was a mutual agreement, to have him contact strange men that allowed leeches to hang carelessly off of their old and corrupt bodies, it was no surprise that the odd diet was no longer satisfying him.

The realisation was always there, closeted in the back of your mind, however you refused to let it out. There was no other option than to believe in him, if you didn’t then who would?

Peter was gone, he ran with the wind when Letha had been confirmed as dead. Now it was just you and your up stuck friend Roman, fighting for his will and whatever else came your way, such as his rights to his inheritance.

That didn’t change him much, but his best friend leaving had. The young man became somewhat colder, refusing to wrap his long and clinging arms around your exposed frame once you chose to spend the night every now and then.

It was some kind of distraction for the both of you, and god knew that the green eyed monster was in dire need of it. The entanglement of your bodies was nothing more than a nightly escapade, one to clear minds and keep hearts remaining locked. However it wasn’t exactly so simple for you.

Oh no, it was far more complicated than that. There was love and hate, both casting opinions about your upir bed mate and business partner, conflicting the matters of your heart and mind. If someone were here, whether it be Peter or Letha, they could help you solve these flooding emotions.

There was no denying that you didn’t want to feel any of them, but they always returned each time that you saw the giant. Even now, as he stood before you, a recognisable tint of red upon his pout.

“You broke the deal.” You stated, choosing not to grow angry. If his inner beast was hungry, it didn’t matter if he cared for you, the monster wouldn’t consider that factor. It would rather sink its launching teeth into a vein that have a tame conversation. “Who was it?”

His head tilted to behind the island of the kitchen, his thumb coming up to wipe the leftovers from his mouth. “Some delivery guy, funnily enough, he had a letter for you.”

He plucked the paper that had blood stained fingerprints over it, picking out the contents and opening them, cleaning his throat before he began to read the letter aloud.

The thought had you squirming, there were many things that you kept from Roman, whatever this was being one of them.

“Dearest Miss (Y/N),” he began, the introduction already having you on edge. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as it wasn’t anything from Peter, if Roman found out that you were in cahoots with him, well, you weren’t entirely sure how that scenario would end.

“I am writing to you, to give you the information that your blood has the ability to keep Mr Godfrey alive. Seeing as you queried on the behalf of this, I can also see it possible for you to be a supplementary food source, however the idea will need to be tested first, in a practical sense, from Yohan.”

Nodding your head at the contents of the letter, your action only seemed to infuriate Roman thus more. He bit his lip, trying to refrain from speaking his mind, but it was well known in his bloodline that it was hardly manageable.

“Look, I can explain...” it was a gesture of good will, offering answers to someone that sought them, but still, even as you had tried to diffuse the tension, it only seemed to thicken it.

“Explain what?” He barked rather harshly, coming to stand before you as he peered below, his envious pools boaring into your human soul. “Explain that you were willing to let Pryce play doctor, just so I could, unknowingly may I add, drink your tested blood?”

As his words hit home, he raked his hands through his locks, tugging on them, trying to relieve some of the stress. Sex wouldn’t cut it this time, that was a one way ticket to distraction, and he by no means wanted to disregard this matter at hand.

Your lip quivered as he spat words, Roman wasn’t scaring you. He was making you realise how inconsiderate you had been by not consulting him in this ploy. But even if you had, there was nothing to say that he would react any better.

“I’m going to kill him.” Roman stated, air seething through his clenching teeth as his hands formed infuriated fists. “I’m going to have Pryce’s fucking scientist head for this shit!”

“Don’t.” It was a plain argument, that did nothing for demotivating him on his planned hunt. “It was my fault, it was my idea.”

“He agreed to your stupid fucking idea though!” He yelled, grabbing his keys as he was intent on reaching the door, that was until your hand grasped his elbow, tugging him back with the effort of all of your weight. “Let me go.”

Female Reader

No warnings/Violence...?

I haven't seen many Roman Torchwick reader inserts, which is sad to me because he's such a great character (flawed, but beloved). So for all you RWBY fans who like our charismatic criminal mastermind, here's one I've been working on. I hope you enjoy! 😁

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Nine o'clock could not come any slower.

Impatiently, you leaned your elbow against the counter, head resting on your hand and foot tapping away the seconds. There weren't going to be anymore customers for tonight; there never was. Why the shop remained open for so long was beyond you. Especially considering the recent heists.

A frown tugged at the corner of your lips at the thought, eyes glancing at the clock for the twelfth time in the last two minutes. Dust robberies weren't unheard of, but they weren't exactly common either. Recently, however, they had become just that: a scarily common occurance. No one knew why the number of dust heists had risen, but everyone knew who to blame.

Roman Torchwick.

The man was already notorious for his extensive list of crimes, particularly those dealing with dust heists. Yet even he had never ventured so far and so often to steal as much dust as he had recently. Pressing your lips against your hand, you pondered why exactly he would need so much dust in the first place. The amounts he had been stealing and how often he was stealing them were extensive. What did he need all of that dust for?

A loud bang jolted you from your relaxed position, sending you on alert. You jerked upwards, scanning the storefront to pinpoint the source of the noise. Was someone breaking in? Your right hand moved towards the cuff on your left wrist, left hand meeting the cuff on your right as you poised for a possible attack, ready to activate your weapons at any moment.

The sound of a meow drew your attenrion to the front window, where a white cat was scuttling away from a now over turned trash can. You took a moment to process this, frustration running through your veins as you realized you had gotten panicked over nothing. Peeling your fingers away from the circlets around your wrists, you stifly returned your elbow to the counter--chin resting against your hand, fingers digging into your jaw.

Stupid cat.

You couldn't blame your jumpiness entirely on the cat, though. Subconsciously glancing at the clock--half past eight--you recognized that maaaybe watching so much of the news wasn't all that good for you, especially considering most of it consisted of dust heists and Grim attacks these days. It made Vale seem a lot less safe, perhaps excessively so. What were the chances of the old man's dust shop being robbed a second time anyway? Not likely. It had to be on par with the chances of getting struck by lightning twice, a rarity in itself. Clearly, you needed to cut back on the news: it was making your later shifts much more nerve-wracking.

Not that you would even have the late shift, if the old man hadn't started to feel sick.

Minutes passed sluggishly, but you remained relitively alert, credited partially to the cat incident which still had your nerves on end. Every so often, you would glance at the clock, a routine to check that time was in fact actually passing. Gosh, this shift was so slow.

The chime of nine was a relieving sound.

Pushing back from the counter, you moved to make towards the door, eager to lock it from the possibility of any last minute stragglers, rare as that was. Reaching into your back pocket, you paused, realizing you left the keys behind the counter. Slight annoyance drew out a sigh as you returned to the counter, dipping behind it and reaching under to grab the keys.

In the same moment, the entrance bell chimed, cheerfully alerting you to someone's presence in the building. A surge of annoyance hit you. Just as you were about to close, too. You pulled yourself up from your position behind the counter, opening your mouth to inform whoever had walked in that the store was now closed for the night. But as you stood, your words caught in your throat, gaze falling warily on the well dressed man with red hair and a signature bowler hat, tailed by a group of men in black suits.

You recognized him immediately.

Oh no.

"Well hello, gorgeous," Roman Torchwick perked upon seeing you behind the counter, pausing at the door, a grin gracing his pleasent features. "Sorry to inturrupt such a peaceful night, were you just about to close?" Immediately, a sense of utter dread washed over you. This was not how you wanted your night to go.

Suddenly the chances of getting hit by lightning twice seemed incredibly probable.

Two of the men broke away from the group as soon as they entered, moving towards the dust dispensors. You eyed them warily, only to return your gaze to the criminal before you, his confident saunter bringing him to a stop at the counter.

"You know, I don't remember seeing you around the last time I stopped by." Crossing his arms over his cane, Torchwick leaned forward, examining you with curious eyes. Without hesitation, one of the men behind him pulled out a gun and pointed it towards your face, causing you to go rigid. Torchwick paid no mind to the escalation of tension, unhurried and unworried. "Whatever happened to the old man?"

You took a moment, registering the gun as well as the fact that you were outnumnbered and, undoubtedly, outskilled. Clearly, odds were not on your side tonight. Not quite processing the question presented, you opened you mouth, closed it, and then managed a mumble. "You... you're Torchwick...."

"Always nice to meet a fan," he purred, dismissing your stumbled words with a wave of his hand. "Now, just tell me what happened to the old man and we can make this quick. I know you're probably just itching to close up and get home."

"I-... he left early."

"And left you with the closing shift?" The man tsked, smirking despite his pitying tone. "Unlucky."

Several things happened at once. First, another of the men moved away from the group towards the back of the store, leaving Torchwick and the lacky with the gun. Second, the men at the dispensors began to open them, emptying the dust into cannisters. Instinctively, you moved to protest. "Ah, ah, ah," Torchwick cut in with a mockingly disaproving look, and the man with the gun took a step closer. "Let's not get too excited."

Pushing off of his cane, he leaned against it with one hand, motioning towards the dust gems in the display case with the other. "Now, why don't you pull out the dust from under the counter for me and I'll get out of your hair." Your nerves jumped, and you glanced at the dispensors, which were now dipping low, emptying with speed. Torchwick caught your glance, waving his cane slightly in dismissal. "Don't worry about the dust in the dispensors," he purred, "my men will take care of that."

You steeled yourself. This was it, you had to do something to stop them, especially now that you would be out of the line of sight of the man with the gun. Bending down behind the counter without a word, you made as if to grab a few of the dust crystals in the display case, fingers brushing against the circlets around your wrist. In the next instant, you pressed down, activating your circlets and grasping the weapons that formed from them with ease as they jumped off of your wrists, forming into two pike swords.

Pushing upwards, you vaulted over the counter, landing hard on the other side and aiming a pike past Torchwick to disarm the man with the gun. The element of surprise gifted you with a late reaction from the man, and you knocked the pistol out of his hand, ramming a foot into his stomach and sending him falling backwards.

Torchwick didn't hesitate.

You barely managed to turn around and block his cane as it swung up, aimed at your cheek. Pushing, you tried to jab your free pike at his stomach, only to have it skillfully blocked by the butt of his cane, the hook of it locking on to your first pike. Gritting your teeth, you kicked at his left knee, forcing him to step backwards and release the pressure on your pikes. The two of you split apart, and you tightened your grip on your pikes, readying for a returning blow.

The tall man before you chuckled, relaxed as he took another step back, straightening to give you a curious smile. Swinging his cane to position it in front of him, readying himself for whatever move you might make next, he shook his head. "Why do I always run into armed women at this place?"

Registering his slight glance to your left, you whirled, knocking one of his lackies back and sending the side of a pike into the man's face. At the same time, another man sent a fist towards you. You weren't able to block in time, and a sharp pain flew up your cheek as you stepped back at the impact.

Torchwick took the opprotunity. Swinging his cane, he caught your shoulder and sent a blow to your side. You stumbled, breath momentarily escaping you, but you managed to regain your footing and your senses fast enough to block his next hit, which would have sent you to the ground for sure.

Huffing, you brought your free pike around, aiming to stab at his hand and disarm him. Instead, Torchwick ducked under your swing, hooking a foot around your ankle along the way and pulling your leg out from under you.

The ground rose up to meet you, embracing you with a stiff and sharp pain to your back.

Thouroughly frustrated, you forced yourself to recover, hooked your wrists around one of his ankles, and yanked him down with you.

A foot was thrown towards you face, but you blocked it, twisting yourself around and flipping to your feet. From the ground, Torchwick grit his teeth, visibly annoyed. He raised his cane, aiming the butt of it at your face.

Was that a gun??

The realization registered, but too late. The blast threw you backwards, sending you crashing into a shelf. Dizzy, you tried to get up. You had to get up. But your weight held you down, and your pikes had scattered during your flight across the room.

Torchwick appeared in your vision, smirking down at you.

"You are just a determined little thing, aren't you?" He purred, all previous signs of annoyance washed from his face, replaced with a smile. "But you're no huntress."

He wasn't wrong. But that didn't mean you were going to let him win.

You had one last trick up your sleeve.

You thrust your right hand out, emitting an explosive blast towards the man towering above you. Satisfaction rushed through your veins as your semblance caught the criminal by surprise, sending Torchwick flying back. No time to linger. Taking the advantage, you stumbled to your feet, grasping your pikes from the ground.

Gathering yourself, you rushed at Torchwick while he was down, growling as you aimed a pike to strike. Before you could reach him, one of his men lept in the way, aiming a gun and fireing at you. You swung an arm, sending another explosive blast out, which met the bullet mid air. Jumping through the remnants of the small blast, you kicked the man to the ground, barrelling past him to continue toward Torchwick. The criminal had gotten to his feet again, frustration written in his features as he met your oncoming blow with ease, countering it with a kick which forced you a step back.

"You're a bit of a firecracker, aren't you?" He hummed with a growl in his tone.

"You're an as-"

"Oh, and she bites."

You clenched your jaw, trying not to let his words get to your head. To be entirely honest with yourself, you were lucky you'd even managed to learn your semblance for this kind of situation; usually only trained hunters and huntresses knew how to control it. Even more so, you were lucky Torchwick had, apparently, never learnt his.

Not that it made fighting him any easier.

With a grunt you pressed the attack, beginning a continuous bombardment of swings at Torchwick. He danced around your strikes, tracking and parrying your movements with only slight stress in his actions, and nonetheless with intense skill.

Swing. Block. Duck. Cut. Kick. Block. Swing. Cut. Duck. The two of you fell into motion, analyzing each other's movements and responding as fast as you could, trying to keep the advantage. Occassionally you would attempt to take the tactic of surprise, sending out a blast in his direction which he continuously managed to anticipate and react to quick enough to dodge or block with his cane.

With the tension of the moment, you almost forgot there were still other people in the building.

A hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you sround, fist soaring towards your face. Attention shifted, you blocked the blow, kicking out the lacky's knee with a grunt of frustration.

Unfortunately, the distraction was enough.

By the time you saw the cane in your perhiphal vision, you couldn't get out of the way. You flipped to the ground, hard, breath once again escaping you, pikes flying in different directions. Struggling, you tried to get up, but a wave of dizziness hit you and a boot pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down. Leaving you staring up at the face of Roman Torchwick.

Torchwick aimed the butt of his cane at your face, expression a contempt but stern smirk. In that instant, you were sure he would kill you. Kill you and leave you where you lay, another reminder of his growing power in Vale for the authorities to find. But, the blow never came. Instead, the man above you sent you a disarming smirk, swinging his cane around two fingers before placing the end of it on the floor beside him.

"Not good enough," he reprimended, mocking in his tone. His eyes briefly scanned the storefront, and he chuckled. "But you've got spirit, I'll give you that."

Glancing back at his men that had recovered, he nodded towards the counter. They collected the dust in the display case quickly, causing your frustration to grow. "You wont keep getting away with this, Torchwick. Someone's going to stop you."

Unbothered by your words, if anything amused, he smiled down at you, releasing the pressure on your stomach as he stepped away, backing towards the door. "This was fun, firecracker. We'll have to do it again sometime." Pulling out a cigerette from his white coat and lighting it, he sent you a wink, tipping his bowler hat as he turned away.

"Until next time."

You glowered. "You better hope there isn't a next time, Torchwick. I wont let you get away again."

"On the contrary! I'm looking forward to it." He sent you another smile over his shoulder, confident and compelling as ever, and then dissapeared out the door and into the night, his lackies close behind, favoring whatever wounds you'd managed to give thrm.

You watched from the floor as they left, registering the pain in your sides from Roman Torchwick's cane. Your fists clenched and you hit the ground, glaring at one of your strewn pikes. If only you'd been stronger, maybe you'd have been able to stop him.

Laying back, you stared up at the ceiling, replaying every move and word he'd said. The man was smooth under pressure, you admitted with annoyance. And even without any training in his semblance, he was one heck of a fighter.

Which lead you to wonder: why, exactly, he had spared you. Torchwick wasn't known for being merciful; as a matter of fact the last time he had robbed this very store he'd almost killed a girl--a huntress in training, granted, but regardless he hadn't shown her mercy.

Perhaps that was one of the most intimidating things about him.

A/N: Finally, I’ve written something. Just an idea that’s been playing on my mind since this morning!

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Word Count: 1,215

Summary: Once she’s home from school, your daughter has a question for you and your husband which sparks a conversation you weren’t planning on having this early on.

This was requested by @m-a-t-91 for some humor and i think i stayed true to your ask so fingers crossed you like this 😅

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Reader is inside an empty locker room with Roman having a playful workout and their noises attract other superstars as they pass causing a huge misunderstanding: HUMOR

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Warnings: NONE

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Roman chuckled as he laid down on the floor getting in position. "Babe. You sure about this?

"Yes. Now just trust me." Y/N giggled. "It'll be fun, no lie down so I can get on top, Roman."

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"... so I can get on top, Roman." Dean heard a female say as passed the locker room door.

A smirk immediately began to show on his face once he heard it was one of his best friends who was in there with the girl.

"Alright, Roman's 'bout to get it in." He mumbled to himself letting his curiosity take over as he edged closer to the door.

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After eavesdropping for a bit, Dean got so focused on the noises coming from the cracked door he didn't even hear Seth walking up on him.

"Dude what are you doing?" Seth's voice boomed in the hallway making Dean jumped. He stood from his kneeling position and punched Seth in the arm soon after. "Shut up Rollins. I'm trying to listen. Roman's I'm there with a girl and he's about to get it in."

"And you're gonna listen?" Seth asked, scrubbing up his noise in disgust. "That's just wrong dude."

"Then go."

Seth shook his head. "Hell no. I said it's wrong but I still wanna hear." He said kneeling down next to his friend.

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"Baby you're so good at this..."

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".... Baby you're so good at this." Seth mocked the female. "Pff. I bet I'm better." He mumbled to himself, only for his eyes to widen soon after when he glanced up and saw a curious Alexa Bliss eyeing him.

"What are you guys doing?" Alexa asked her eyes traveling from Seth to Dean, then back again.

"Listening to Roman and this girl have sex." Both guys said in unison.

"Ooh, move over." She said, wiggling her way in between Dean and Seth.

Dean looked over at her shocked. "You wanna listen?"

"Uh, yeahhh... that's why I said move over." She said, her signature smirk immediately began to show. "Us, girls have a kinky side too, you know."

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"Hold up Roman, I need to rebalance."

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"Damn Roman must be wild. Do you guys hear that? She can't keep balanced." Alexa started saying, but her talking only caused both Dean and Seth to shush her. "Okay, jeez." She mumbled.

"Um-hm..." A voice behind them cleared their throat.

Seth huffed frustrated. "Man look, I'm not moving over..." He began in a half whisper. He turned around to be confronted with a backstage WWE worker. "Oh, hey."

"I'm looking for Reigns. His match is about to start, is he in there?" The worker asked inching closer to the locker room. "Oh, good. He is." The worker said after he heard Roman's name being called out, he pushed past them, making his way closer to the door.

Dean lunged foward trying to stop the worker. "No. Don't. They're having sex in there." He blurted out but it was no use, considering the worker had already entered leaving the door wide open.

Everyone froze, and silence filled the room.

Y/N was sitting on Roman's back, Roman in mid-push up position. "Who's having sex?" Roman finally spoke up, getting off the floor after Y/N had gotten off him.

"I... We..." Dean stuttered at a loss for words.

Alexa pointed at the two guys who previously accompanied her in eavesdropping. "Dean and Seth, said you two were." She finished for him.

"Yeah, it was all Dean." Seth joined in. "He was the first one listening in."

Dean shoved him, making him stumble back a bit. "Thanks for just throwing me under the bus like that..." He then looked back at Roman. "This dude, was out there talking about, he could do better and don't get me started on Alexa talking about her kinks.

Alexa blushed a deep red. "I didn't say anything about my kinks, I said us girls have a kinky side." She mumbled.

"Yeah, and what I said was a joke..." Seth protested. "You know I love to joke..." He said chuckling nervously as Roman glares at him.

"Roman, we need you in 5." The worker spoke, interrupting the awkward conversation, exiting the locker room a few seconds later.

Roman nodded, taking Y/N's hand.

"Your friends are weird babe. Like how do they get you doing push ups while I'm sitting on your back mixed up with sex?" Y/N laughed.

Roman shrugged with a slight grin. "I don't know babe."

"Oh, so they were just doing pushups..." Dean started. "

"...and she was sitting on his back. Man we were so far off." Seth added causing all three of them to laugh.

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."