#rommulas

niche things i think roman would do as your boyfriend:

suggestive, fluff, established relationship, being high?

• if he smokes late at night and gets the munchies. you're coming with him to a gas station, even if you're asleep. he would wake you up.

"what?.." you grumble. he stands there like a child who just woke their mother up cause they vomited everywhere. "come with me to get snacks" you thought about turning over and going back to sleep. you actually did turn over and ignore him but he flopped on top of you so with a groan you get up and walk to the nearest convenience store.

• he lets you play with his hair, style it, all of the above. but if you give him an actual style, he's not keeping it in.

• nobody can smoke around you, not even him. if you're in the car while one of the guys are smoking ALL the windows are going down. conceal called you over to ask you something backstage and when roman saw him smoking, while talking to you. he lost it. "one fucking rule." he muttered, hitting the back of ryan head, taking the joint and twisting it under his shoe.

• it had become a routine for you and roman to sneak away to the tour bus, towards the end of hollis' shows. you guys would makeout, but you must have lost track of time.

straddling his lap, hands braced against his chest. then the sound of muffled voices and laughter, hit your ears first. "wait-" you breathed, trying to move off his lap. he smirked hands stationed on your hips to keep you down. "relax" normally he would try and break apart to but lately he's been into either pissing you off or embarrassing you.

the door the bus had swung open, "serious dude?" while some others were laughing. your face burned hot, hair tousled from where his fingers had been. meanwhile he was leaned back against the small couch, smug with a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes. the guys going by one by one dappinng him up.

• pt.2 of roman loving to annoy you. as always they are blasting music obnoxiously loud, so it was to no surprise when you fell asleep on the bus. roman took your hands holding them loosely in his own moving them side to side like you were dancing. you stirred, eyebrows pinching together. you blinked your eyes open halfway, to see him grinning, holding your hands up like he was a puppet.

your annoyed groan was drowned out by the music "roman—stop" voice still raspy with sleep. yanking your arms away from him. that just made ryan shake your shoulders. "c'mon sleeping beauty, wake up" you swatted at him "leave me alone" but roman didn't. he nudged his knee into your leg, then turning the music up impossibly louder. you flipped him off "aw love you too" roman teased.

• pt.3 of him annoying you? if you don't understand that's his fav thing to do. so lets say you're going somewhere, he won't put on a shirt. it's acceptable in private, cause who are you to complain? but it gets to a point. you were going out to a party and he insisted he didn't need a shirt. you were going for a grocery store run and he wanted to come too. but he had NO shirt. you immediately sent him back upstairs to put on a shirt. but he shook his head, tight lipped "no, im comfortable" making you groan "i don't care roman you're not going out like that" so he grabbed a jacket and zipped it half way. "happy?"

rommulas x fem reader

contains: honey packet, slow burn, teasing, smut,dry humping, unprotected sex, (p in v)

a/n: heh one of my favs seen the pic of yera n thought of this 😸 (when OF model series comes out we’re acting like we never seen the pic ok)

“you’ve never tried one?”

“i’ve never even heard of them,” you say.

your friend, Sirena, picks up a golden box labeled Royal Honey and reads the ingredients. “it’s totally natural. it worked like a charm for me and Hollis.”

“really?” heat creeps up your body at the thought of giving one to Roman. the things it could make him want to do, and he’s already down for anything.

Sirena moves along. “mm-hm. you should try it with Roman.”

you snatch two packets on your way to the cash register. Sirena winks at you.

“Roman!” you run into his place, shouting for him. he’s the only one home, thank God.

“Roman!”

he makes his way to the living room doorway. “what’s up, baby?” he reaches out to pull you in, but he looks so good, it makes you nervous. when you don’t move, a corner of his lips curls upwards. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you say, with a shake of your head. “hi.” you peck him on the lips.

he laughs when you quickly pull away— he can tell you’re nervous and he pulls you back in by the neck and kisses you, slowly.

“hi.”

“i have,uh, these packets. you know what honey packets are?”

he grins from ear to ear. “i do. you bought some?”

“one for each of us.” you smile at him. “i wanna try.”

“oh, yeah?”

“but… i wanna make it interesting.”

Roman pulls you in by your hips and starts kissing your neck.

“we both take one, and whoever lasts longer wins.”

“lasts longer?” he steps back. “oh, come on mami. that’s gonna be me.” he takes a pack from you and rips it open.

“are you fucking kidding me? you barley last as is. you’re lucky i’m taking this.”

he pours the syrupy liquid into his mouth.

then you do the same and chase it with a gulp of water. it’s natural stuff, supposedly so it probably won’t do anything. you tell Roman this, and he agrees.

“let’s go to your room,” you say.

he’s smirks. “already?”

you want to go there to make things just a little bit more challenging for Roman. you take him by the hand, and his skin is warm and rough. and big, the way it wraps around yours.

at the top of the stairs, he moves his hand to your lower back, and it’s like he’s touching you everywhere. you almost run into his room ahead of him and slam the door in his face. something is stirring inside of you, and you’re afraid it’s going to be big.

Roman shuts his door. his blinds are still down, but some sunlight breaks through, giving little light. his bed is messy, his blanket balled up. your heart races, you feel in your ears, your fingertips, your core.

you’re arching between the legs. you pull your shirt off while Roman watches. he stares, surprised, like it’s the first time he’s seen you in a bra. then he takes his shirt off. his body is perfect.

“do you feel anything?” he asks.

for some reason, you lie. “no. do you?”

“you don’t wanna have sex?”

“not yet,” you say, and your voice wavers.

without looking away from you, Roman undoes the buttons on his jeans then slowly pulls the zipper down. his jeans fall open just enough to expose his boxer briefs. he watches for your reaction, any indication that you may want to give in. but now you’re wet. you feel a ball of it slip out of you. you grab a fistful of his bed sheet, and your fingers shake.

“how long has it been?” he asks.

“ten minutes?”

it feels like so much longer, the way you're keeping across the room from one another, as though one of you is sick. it’s getting harder to be in here. it’s dark, and the blinds being closed makes it feel smaller.

and Roman’s body heat you can feel it from the bed. and his bed smells just like him; his hair, his cologne, his sweat. sweat from humid summer nights. sweat from sex with you. sweat from touching himself when you're not there. it all swirls up your nose, into your head.

it’s obvious when Roman feels it because it shows beneath his underwear. a full tent.

when he sees you staring with your bottom lip drawn into your mouth, he sticks his hands in his pants and fixes himself. a breath pools out of you from deep within your lungs. your hips pull forward in a riding motion, ever-so-subtly, and you feel him beneath you.

“are you wet?”

“i am.” you feel the coolness in your underwear as you shift.

Roman drops his head and sighs. he’s clung backwards to the wall, as though that’s going to stop him from coming at you.

you lean towards him. “should i take my bra off?”

Roman makes a face like he’s in pain.

you take off your bra, and Roman watches. he flinches in pain because he’s throbbing so hard.

just watching you remove your bra makes him wet.

he thinks about putting his dick between your breasts, and he lets out a shaky breath to try and remain calm.

then you giggle and lie back with your knees up, to make it harder for him but also so he’s out of your line of view. Roman stares directly at your pussy.

you’re in some tiny little thong he could get rid of in a second.

he thinks about dry humping you and throbs again. he thinks about how wet you are, and he lets his hips lean out a little from where he’s standing, thinking about you against him.

“fuck. is this getting hard for you?” he asks.

“no, but i know you are.”

you open your legs to look at him. the tip of his dick is sticking out of the top of his underwear. Roman looks up at you, noticing your position, and quickly looks away.

“why? do you wanna touch me?” you slide your hand down between your legs and massage your clit over your underwear it drives Roman crazy when you play with yourself. the touch is so magnificent, you gasp. your hips buck upwards.

“fuckkkk,” Roman whines.

you didn’t mean to feel that good just yet, but now that you have, your nerves snap and tingle all over like a car engine tinkling.

you’re awake and alert and ready to melt into the bed with his dick deep inside of you.

Roman goes to touch himself but quickly thinks better of it. it wouldn’t take much for him to lose it.

“are you having trouble?” you ask him.

you roll onto your stomach. Roman loooves sticking his dick between your legs when you lie like that. he once came up behind you while you were reading, and he came just by doing that. you didn’t even have to take off any of your clothes.

across the room, Roman throbs harder than he has ever had before. he whines and says, “mami, i don’t know if i can do this.”

“you wanna stop so soon?”

soon? this has been going on forever. Roman can't take it anymore. "let me touch you."

if he touches you, it will only make things harder for you. "that’s basically caving."

"no, it's not. It's teasing, but it's not caving."

you smile.

"please. i just wanna feel you."

"okay."

he rushes over to you and falls to his knees on the floor. his body heat makes you tingly and on edge. and then he puts his hands on your thighs, and the sensation is so much to bare, you suck in a deep breath.

Roman slides his hands up and draws his fingertips down, then he does the same thing on your inner thighs. you’re wet and warm again between your legs but don't dare tell Roman.

he cups the back of your calves and opens your legs. "we’re not having sex," he points out. "this isn't caving."

but then his hard dick presses against your inner thigh, and both of you moan. Roman holds his dick like he's trying not to let out the cum. "fuck."

"did you cum already?"

"no." he wraps his hand around your throat. "i’m not that fucking easy."

but he's close.

"you aren't that easy?" you grab his dick over his underwear and feel how bad he's throbbing. "oh my God."

"fuck, that's gonna make me cum." he shoves your hand away and lets out a shuddered breath. so close. if he's going to cum, he wants to at least be inside you.

you giggle.

Roman shoots a death glare at you. "you want me to touch you? see how it feels?"

Those simple words, a simple question. a simple answer. but you can't tell him what you really want; yes---yes, you want him to touch you. you’ve never wanted his fingers in your mouth, his hands pressing open your legs, his breath in your ear, so badly before. Roman is so sexy during sex, sometimes when you have a flashback of him, it makes you instantly wet.

if he touches between your legs, you'll cave.

you shy away from him, and he notices.

"ah-ha." he grabs your ankles and keeps you there so he's between your legs. "you do feel it. do you feel it like i do?"

"it hurts."

Roman leans into you and groans. "i’m so fucking hard for you." he grazes his fingertips along your jawline. "i want you so badly."

"touch me."

Roman grabs your breast, sinks his fingertips into your flesh until it hurts. his other hand roams the side of your body, sinks down to your ass, and he squeezes. your whole body lights on fire. then he presses his hips against yours, and you feel him there hard and throbbing for you.

"let me have you," he whispers, his breath hot in your ear.

you melt into him and smile against his lips. "is this you caving?"

you kiss a few times. Roman holds you still by your hips and moves himself against you.

slowly, subtly, because he's so sensitive.

"hm? is this you giving up?"

he drags his mouth across your torso.

"we're still not having sex."

touching each other the way you are is a dangerous game, but it's as far as either of you can go without losing the bet.

"but you want to."

he nods.

you reach down between your legs and touch yourself. Roman smacks your hand away.

"you have no idea how badly i wanna throw you on the bed right now and fuck the shit out of you," he says, through gritted teeth.

you giggle. your muscles clench for him in anticipation. you slide your hands up and down his biceps. if he really wanted to, he could pin you down and fuck you all he wants. if you gave him the go-ahead, that's exactly what he would do. the thought makes your knees weaken.

"i can feel you filling me up," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Roman pulls you in, and there's his erection again. "you've got the best pussy." he lifts you, so you wrap your legs around his waist.

when you shift against him, you feel warmth in your underwear again.

"i'm really wet."

he sucks in a sharp, shuddered breath.

"can i feel?"

you nod. you brace yourself for his touch.

it's gentle at first, hesitant. he slides his middle finger from your clit to your entrance then presses with the pads of his three fingers. they come away with a swipe covered in slickness.

Roman throbs. "i can't fucking take this anymore." he drops you on the bed, holds your hips, and dry humps you.

"Roman. Roman."

but he's not listening. for you, his jeans and your underwear together are causing friction in all the right places. your voice gets caught as your hips rise up to meet his.

"Roman, this counts."

"i don't fucking care." he undoes his jeans, pulls your underwear aside, and pushes into you. "holy fucking shit. you've never felt so good."

"you’re getting so deep, oh my God."

Roman lifts one of your legs and pins your knee up beside your head. he’s like an animal, like nothing you've seen before, the way he pushes his whole body into you and grunts in your ear. he needs you.

you whine underneath him, and Roman pulls you farther up on the bed.

"Rooooman."

"that’s my girl."

faster. his breath ragged and hot in your ear. he tells you to put your legs on his shoulders, and the new angle makes you cry, it feels so good.

his grunts get louder. the bed shakes against the wall behind you. he plays with your nipple and kisses you with tongue.

"you’re my baby girl, yeah?" he whispers.

"yes. Roman, please."

he lets out a loud growl then turns you so you're both on your sides.

you force yourself on top of him and rock your hips back and forth. Roman groans loud enough for the house to hear while he holds your hips down. "fuck, you look so good mami," he says, panting.

he fills you up. you clench around him, needing him while he's inside of you. that knot begins to tighten. the more Roman struggles, the stronger it gets. and Roman can barely take it. every time you lift up from him, he fights the urge to come.

"stop," he says. "stop fucking doing that."

but it feels too good to mean it. he begs you to keep going while he tries not to cum hard inside of you.

your breasts bounce right in front of his face. he reaches up and grabs them, and you feel it everywhere all at once. you clutch onto his wrists as you ride him.

"oh my God, oh my God."

Roman struggles. "watch it, baby, i'm gonna cum soon."

you bounce on him faster and massage your clit.

Roman curses over and over, squeezes your breasts tighter until it hurts.

"oh my God." you leak all around him, riding out your high. your thighs clench on either side of his body.

Roman lifts his hips up into you, lets out a long, loud, guttural groan as he pours out inside of you. you link your fingers through his, and both of you catch your breath. you ride him, slowly, until you can't anymore, and then you unstick yourself from him and sit on the bed.

you feel like liquid after it's been sloshed around. "oh my God."

Roman traces circles on his stomach. his dick is now limp. "that was fucking incredible."

"i've never been so horny in my life."

he slides his hand up your inner thigh. "i'll get us some more."

"you caved first."

Roman leans in and kisses you. "i don't fucking care."

"you don't care because you lost."

"whatever." He smiles.

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VACATIONFLING!HOLLIS X RICHGIRL!READER

cw: strangers to lovers, vacation fling, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral (m rec), rough sex, floor sex, shower sex, scratching, making hollis bleed swag summer masterlist taglist

PART ONE.

☀︎༄.°

The private plane had arrived later than expected, throwing off what was supposed to be a smooth arrival and turning it into a rushed, slightly chaotic scramble through the small island airport.

The air inside the terminal was warm and humid, clinging to your skin the moment you stepped inside, and between waiting on luggage and navigating through scattered groups of arriving tourists, your patience had already worn thin before you even made it outside.

By the time you and your best friend Kate finally made it to the car waiting outside, you were both exhausted in a way that felt disproportionate to how little you had actually done. The driver greeted you politely, already reaching for your bags, while you slid into the backseat with a tired groan and let your head fall against the leather seat.

Kate followed right after you, immediately kicking off her shoes and leaning her head back with a long exhale.

“I swear,” you muttered, staring out the tinted window as the airport lights faded behind you, “if I hear one more person say ‘welcome to paradise,’ I’m going to lose it.”

Kate let out a quiet laugh beside you, closing her eyes as if she might fall asleep right there.

The car pulled away smoothly, and almost immediately, the landscape outside began to change. The airport buildings disappeared behind clusters of palm trees, and suddenly the road opened up into something quieter, more remote, as if the world itself was slowing down around you.

The Maldives at night looked almost unreal.

Tall palm trees lined the roads, their leaves swaying gently in the warm breeze, while soft golden lights wrapped around their trunks and hung from branches like floating lanterns. Every so often, glimpses of the ocean appeared between the trees, reflecting faint ribbons of moonlight across its surface.

Even through your exhaustion, you couldn’t ignore how beautiful it was.

The tension in your shoulders loosened slightly as the air conditioning cooled your skin, and you shifted just enough to rest more comfortably against the seat.

“I might forgive the airport for ruining my life,” you said finally, watching the scenery pass by.

Kate hummed in agreement without opening her eyes.

The drive to the resort didn’t take long, but it felt long enough for your body to start drifting somewhere between awake and not quite asleep. Soft music played quietly through the car speakers, blending with the sound of tires against smooth pavement and the city around you.

By the time the driver slowed to a stop, your phone read just past midnight.

The moment the car door opened, warm night air spilled inside, wrapping around you instantly. You stepped out slowly, followed by Kate, and both of you paused without even saying anything.

The resort in front of you didn’t look real at first.

It stretched out like something from a dream, with glowing pathways lined in soft amber lights and tall palm trees framing every direction you looked. Lanterns in shades of gold, pink, and soft blue hung from branches, reflecting off infinity pools that blurred seamlessly into the ocean beyond.

Your suitcases were wheeled behind you as a staff member led the way down a stone pathway surrounded by tropical plants and softly lit gardens.

Your rooms were side by side, each with a small private porch that faced out toward the water.

The moment your bags were set down inside, you and Kate collapsed onto the outdoor chairs like your bodies had finally given up pretending to function.

Kate stretched her arms out dramatically, letting her head fall back.

“I think I’ve reached maximum exhaustion,” she said.

You let out a tired laugh, leaning back in your chair.

“That was, like, three hours of travel,” you replied.

Kate opened one eye to look at you. “And?”

You smiled slightly, shaking your head.

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Kate turned her head toward you. “Are you going to bed?”

You considered it for a moment, glancing toward your room where the soft lighting spilled out through the open door. Your body was definitely tired, but your mind wasn’t ready to settle yet. There was still too much energy left in you, too much restlessness from the long day.

“I think I’m going to get a drink first,” you said finally.

Kate nodded immediately, like she had expected that answer.

“Okay, I’m going to pass out then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You stood up, smiling faintly. “Goodnight.”

After Kate disappeared into her room, the resort fell into a quieter rhythm around you. The distant sound of the ocean became more noticeable, no longer competing with conversation or movement, just steady and constant like background music.

You stayed outside for a few more seconds, leaning against the porch railing and letting the warm air settle against your skin.

Eventually, you pushed yourself up and stepped back inside your room.

The space was dimly lit and calm, designed in soft neutral tones. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, showing nothing but ocean and night sky beyond them. The bed sat perfectly made, almost untouched.

For a moment, you just stood there, letting it sink in.

Then you headed straight for the shower.

By the time you stepped out, your skin felt lighter, your hair damp and loose around your shoulders, and your mind clearer than it had been all day.

You moved slowly as you got ready, pulling on a pair of small black shorts and a matching halter top. You added your black wedge sandals at the end, glancing at yourself in the mirror without much thought.

When you finally stepped outside again, the resort had grown even quieter.

The pathways were nearly empty now, lit by soft golden lights that reflected faintly on the stone beneath your feet. Somewhere in the distance, music played low and slow from the bar area, mixing with the sound of the ocean in a way that made everything feel slightly unreal.

The closer you got to the bar, the more the atmosphere shifted. It was still calm, still intimate, but there was a subtle hum of life now, the occasional laugh carried by the breeze, the faint clink of glasses, the soft glow of warm light spilling out into the open air.

And then you saw him.

At first, it was just the shape of someone sitting alone at the bar, angled slightly away from you. He looked relaxed in a way that felt like he belonged exactly where he was.

His long blond hair caught the light whenever he shifted slightly, and even from a distance, there was something about the way he carried himself that made you notice him before you even understood why.

You hesitated for half a second without realizing it.

Then you walked over and took a seat a few stools away from him, close enough to notice him but not close enough to acknowledge him directly.

You ordered your drink from the bartender without looking in his direction, even though you were aware of him in a way that felt mildly irritating.

When your drink arrived, you wrapped your fingers around the glass and took a slow sip, letting your attention drift outward toward the dark horizon beyond the bar instead of to your side.

Still, you could feel him there.

And eventually, the silence between you shifted.

“You from L.A.?”

His voice was calm, smooth, and far too confident for someone you hadn’t even spoken to yet.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you took another sip of your drink, letting the question sit in the air for a moment longer than necessary before you finally turned your head toward him.

He was already looking at you.

Up close, he was even more noticeable than you expected. Not in an overwhelming way, but in a way that made it slightly difficult to look away once you had started paying attention. His posture was relaxed, one arm resting casually against the bar, as if he had all the time in the world.

You tilted your head slightly.

“How’d you guess?” you asked, your tone calm but lightly amused.

His eyes moved over you for a brief second before meeting yours again.

“You’ve got that rich girl L.A. vibe,” he said simply.

You let out a quiet laugh through your nose.

“Rich girl L.A. vibe?”

He nodded once, like he was completely serious.

“It’s hard to miss.”

You turned slightly in your seat now, giving him your full attention, even though you told yourself it was just out of curiosity.

“And what exactly does that mean?” you asked.

He leaned back slightly, studying you for a moment like he was deciding how honest he wanted to be.

“It means you look like you’re used to people paying attention to you,” he said.

That answer made something pause in your chest, subtle enough that you almost ignored it.

Most people would have said something obvious. Spoiled. Princess. Maybe even stuck up if they were trying to be rude.

But this wasn’t that.

This felt more observant than judgmental.

You looked away first, taking another sip of your drink like it was suddenly more interesting than the conversation.

“Bold assumption,” you said lightly.

“I’m usually right,” he replied.

That made you smile despite yourself.

“Dangerous trait,” you said.

“For who?” he asked.

You glanced back at him again.

“Depends,” you said. “On how wrong you are.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, like he enjoyed that answer more than he expected to.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The ocean behind the bar moved slowly in the background, the sound of waves filling the silence in a way that didn’t feel awkward. It felt like the silence was part of the conversation rather than a pause in it.

Then he finally spoke again.

“I’m Hollis,” he said.

You looked at him properly for the first time without pretending you weren’t.

And this time, you didn’t look away immediately.

“Don’t get cocky, Hollis,” you replied.

His smile widened slightly, like he had been waiting for that exact reaction.

He shifted slightly on his stool so he was angled more toward you now, not invading your space, but no longer pretending he was just casually existing beside you either.

The change was subtle, but noticeable enough that the conversation no longer felt like two strangers sitting near each other at a bar.

“You always this welcoming to people who introduce themselves?” he asked.

You took another sip of your drink before answering, letting the question hang in the air just long enough to make it clear you weren’t going to be rushed.

“Only the overly confident ones,” you said calmly.

He hummed, like he was considering that answer more seriously than it deserved.

“So I’m special,” he said.

You glanced at him over the rim of your glass.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t deny it either,” he replied easily.

That earned him a quiet laugh from you, despite the fact that you were very aware of how quickly this conversation was slipping into something more comfortable than it probably should have been.

The bartender passed behind you both, wiping down the counter, but neither of you really acknowledged anything outside the space forming between your stools.

“I’m Y/n,” you said finally, as if deciding he had waited long enough to earn it.

Hollis repeated your name under his breath almost immediately, slower this time, like he was testing how it sounded in his own voice.

“Y/n,” he said again, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That fits.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly. “Fits what exactly?”

He shrugged, leaning back a little as if the answer was obvious but he was choosing to enjoy making you ask.

You let out a small breath of amusement, shaking your head slightly.

“You say things like that a lot, don’t you?” you asked.

“Like what?”

“Vague things that sound like they mean more than they actually do.”

He looked genuinely thoughtful for a moment. “I think I just say what I notice,” he replied.

You studied him then, more carefully than before, as if that answer had moved him from “random guy at a bar” to something slightly harder to categorize.

The conversation should have felt like it was winding down at some point, like most interactions with strangers usually did. But instead, it kept unfolding, each answer leading into another question neither of you seemed in a rush to avoid.

At some point, you realized your drink was nearly gone.

You glanced down at the glass, slightly surprised you hadn’t noticed yourself finishing it.

“I should probably head back soon,” you said, mostly to yourself.

Hollis followed your gaze briefly, then looked back at you.

“Already?” he asked.

“It’s late,” you replied.

“That’s not really an answer,” he said.

You smiled slightly, setting your glass down.

“It is when you’re tired.”

He leaned forward a little, resting his forearms on the bar now, studying you in a way that felt less like flirting and more like he was trying to figure out whether you were serious.

“You don’t seem that tired,” he said.

“I hide it well,” you replied.

“Or you’re just not done yet,” he said.

That made you pause.

Not because it was profound, but because of how easily he said it, like he wasn’t trying to convince you of anything, just stating what he thought was true.

You tilted your head slightly.

“You don’t even know me,” you said.

“No,” he agreed calmly. “But I’m getting there.”

The way he said it wasn’t forceful or suggestive in an obvious way. It sounded more like a simple observation of time passing, like he fully expected that if you stayed here long enough, that statement would naturally become true.

That should have been irritating.

Instead, it stayed with you.

The bartender passed by again, and you hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

“Another drink?” he offered.

You opened your mouth to decline again, but Hollis spoke before you could.

“Let her have one more,” he said casually.

You turned to look at him immediately.

“I can speak for myself,” you said.

“I know,” he replied, completely unbothered. “But I also know you’re not actually leaving yet.”

That made your expression shift slightly, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“You’re very confident for someone who just met me,” you said.

He smiled. “I’m observant, remember?”

You stared at him for a moment longer than necessary before turning back to the bar with a faint shake of your head.

“Fine,” you said. “One more.”

Hollis leaned back again like that outcome had been obvious from the start, while you tried not to think too hard about how easily you’d stayed.

And how little you actually wanted the night to end yet.

The bartender nodded and turned away to prepare your drink, leaving a brief stretch of quiet space between you and Hollis.

He didn’t rush to fill it immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his seat again, resting one arm loosely against the counter as if he was perfectly content sitting there without speaking.

It was a small detail, but it made him feel less like someone trying to impress you and more like someone who had no problem simply existing in the same moment as you.

You found yourself noticing that more than you expected.

“You always this calm?” you asked after a moment, glancing at him from the side.

He looked at you like the question amused him slightly.

“I don’t think I’m calm,” he said.

“What do you think you are then?” you asked.

He considered that for a second, eyes drifting briefly toward the ocean before returning to you.

“Patient,” he said finally.

That answer made you smile without meaning to.

“You’ve known me for like twenty minutes,” you said.

“I know,” he replied easily. “But I’m not in a rush.”

The bartender placed your drink in front of you, and you thanked him quietly before wrapping your fingers around the glass again. The cold condensation immediately grounded you, giving you something to focus on besides the conversation sitting beside you.

Still, Hollis’s words lingered in the back of your mind in a way you didn’t fully acknowledge.

You took a slow sip before speaking again.

“You’re from here?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Just staying here for a bit.”

“Vacation?” you asked.

“Something like that,” he replied.

You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Instead, he just watched you for a second, like he was deciding whether or not to give more.

You tilted your head slightly.

“That’s very vague,” you said.

He smiled faintly.

“I know.”

You exhaled a quiet laugh through your nose.

“You’re kind of annoying,” you said, though there was no real edge to it.

“I’ve been told that too,” he replied.

“I believe it,” you said.

He nodded like that was fair.

The bar had grown even quieter now. A few stools down, someone laughed softly at something their friend said, and beyond that, the ocean rolled in steady, distant waves.

You found yourself glancing toward it for a second longer than you intended.

You finished your drink slower this time, setting the glass down with a quiet tap against the counter.

“I should go,” you said again, though it sounded less certain than before.

Hollis glanced at your empty glass, then back at you.

“You said that already,” he reminded you.

“I mean it this time,” you replied.

He nodded like he accepted that, though he didn’t move right away.

Instead, he just looked at you for a second longer, then finally he spoke.

“Let me walk you back,” he said.

The words were simple. Casual. Almost expected.

You should have said no immediately.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you hesitated just long enough for the silence to shift slightly between you.

“I can walk myself back,” you said finally.

“I’m sure you can,” he replied. “I still want to.”

That answer made you look at him more carefully.

There was no push in his voice. No insistence. Just certainty without pressure, like it wasn’t about whether you needed it, but whether he wanted to do it.

After a beat, you sighed softly and slid off the stool.

“Fine,” you said. “But don’t make it weird.”

A faint grin returned to his face immediately.

“No promises,” he said, standing as well.

He stepped slightly to the side, giving you space to lead, but then paused as if remembering something, and extended his hand.

And for reasons you didn’t fully feel like analyzing, you took it.

Hollis didn’t say anything immediately after you took his hand again. He simply adjusted his pace to match yours, and together you stepped away from the bar, leaving behind the warm glow of the counter and the low hum of conversation that had filled the space only moments before.

The night outside felt different the moment you left the open-air bar.

It was quieter in a way that made everything feel more personal. The resort pathways were lit by soft golden lights embedded into the ground, casting faint reflections across the stone and sand as you walked. Palm trees lined the paths on either side, their leaves shifting slowly in the warm breeze that carried the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers.

You were suddenly more aware of the fact that it was late.

Not because you were tired.

But because it was just the two of you now.

Hollis walked beside you without pulling ahead or falling behind. His hand still held yours loosely, not tightly enough to feel restrictive, but not absent enough to forget either.

“So,” he said after a few moments, his voice quieter now that the bar was behind you, “you always this selective with strangers, or did I get lucky?”

You glanced at him briefly before looking ahead again, letting your steps stay steady.

“I’m not selective,” you replied. “I’m just not easily entertained.”

That earned a small laugh from him, low and amused.

“Yeah,” he said, “I noticed.”

You shot him a quick sideways look.

“You noticed a lot for someone I met an hour ago.”

“Noticed enough,” he corrected.

The answer made you roll your eyes slightly, though the smile you were trying to hide didn’t fully cooperate.

The path curved gently, leading you on the path ahead and the glow of your villa area started to come into view. The resort felt even quieter here, almost private, like the rest of the world had been left behind somewhere near the bar.

The closer you got, the more the night seemed to settle around you, like it was gently reminding you that the moment was nearing its end.

You slowed as you reached your door.

Hollis slowed with you.

Neither of you let go immediately.

There was a pause that felt longer than it should have, like both of you were acknowledging without saying it that something about the night had shifted.

Finally, his hand slowly loosened first, like he was giving the moment back to you instead of taking it away.

You let your hand fall naturally to your side, though you were suddenly more aware of the absence than you expected to be.

“Well,” you said, glancing at your door, then back at him, “this is me.”

“I figured,” he replied.

There was a faint smile on his face, but it was quieter now. Less playful than before, more thoughtful in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“You should sleep,” he added.

You raised an eyebrow slightly. “That’s very considerate of you.”

“It’s observational,” he said, repeating the earlier word.

That made you smile despite yourself.

“Goodnight, Hollis,” you said.

He nodded once. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

You turned toward your door, but paused just before stepping inside. For a moment, you weren’t entirely sure why you stopped.

You just looked back.

Hollis was still standing there, not moving away immediately, not rushing the moment. Just watching for a second longer, as if making sure you actually went inside before leaving.

And somehow, that detail stayed with you longer than anything he had said all night.

Then you stepped inside and closed the door gently behind you.

The room was quiet when you entered, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the space almost instantly. But even with the silence, your thoughts didn’t settle the way they usually did.

Because the night didn’t feel like it had ended the way nights normally do.

It felt like it had simply paused.

You exhaled slowly, almost like you were trying to reset yourself, and finally moved further into the room. You kicked off your wedges near the bed and let yourself fall back onto it for a moment without changing, staring up at the ceiling as if it might offer some kind of explanation for why a conversation you had planned to be meaningless now felt like it wasn’t.

It was annoying, really.

Eventually, you got up and changed properly for bed, though your movements were slower than before. When you finally slipped under the sheets, the room went quiet again in that heavy, uninterrupted way that only late nights can create.

You expected sleep to come easily after the travel and the long day.

It didn’t.

Instead, your mind replayed small fragments of the night in pieces you didn’t fully control. The sound of his voice saying your name. The way he looked at you when he wasn’t trying to make a joke. The brief weight of his hand in yours as you walked through the resort like the world around you didn’t matter.

Eventually, sleep found you anyway, though it didn’t feel like a decision.

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The sun against your face woke you slowly from your sleep, warm and gentle in a way that made it hard to fully separate dream from reality at first. You shifted in bed with a soft yawn, blinking a few times before you finally sat up and rubbed your face, still half-dazed as the morning settled in.

A loud knock came from your door.

It was sharp enough to cut through the haze, and the moment it did, the memories from the night before rushed back into you all at once. The bar. The walk. Hollis. Your thoughts paused for a second as you sat there, staring forward like your mind needed a moment to catch up to itself.

The knock came again, louder this time.

You got up quickly and crossed the room, opening the door to find Kate already standing there, fully dressed and far too awake for someone who had also just arrived at a resort after travel.

“Y/n!” she said immediately, stepping inside without waiting. “How long were you up last night? Go get ready right now.”

You sighed softly but didn’t argue, moving aside as she walked in like she belonged there. She immediately went to the speaker and turned on music, filling the room with sound that made everything feel less quiet, less like your thoughts had room to linger.

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The morning unfolded around you as you got ready, Kate talking nonstop in the background while you slowly shifted into the day. The resort outside was already bright and alive when you finally stepped out, sunlight reflecting off the water and stone paths, everything looking too perfect to feel entirely real.

It didn’t take long before you saw him.

Hollis was by the pool with a few friends, laughing and talking so relaxed and effortlessly in a way that didn’t try to pull attention but still somehow held it. And the second his eyes found yours, everything around him seemed to fade out just slightly, like the rest of the world had been pushed back without either of you moving.

Kate noticed immediately beside you.

“Y/n,” she said slowly, leaning in with a knowing look. “Who is that hot blond man that is staring at you?”

You broke eye contact first, turning slightly toward her as if that would reset your thoughts.

You lifted your drink and shrugged. “Some guy I met at the bar last night.”

Her reaction was instant, her eyes widening. “Is that why you went to bed late?”

You groaned lightly, shaking your head. “He was talking to me for a bit, then he walked me back to my room. That’s it. Nothing crazy happened.”

Kate looked at you like she didn’t believe a single word of that version of events.

“You totally want something to happen though,” she said.

Your head snapped toward her immediately. “As if. I met him less than twenty-four hours ago, Kate.”

She rolled her eyes like that detail didn’t matter at all. “We’re not in L.A. The rules don’t count here.”

That made you pause for half a second longer than you meant to.

Your gaze drifted back toward the pool before you could stop it.

Hollis was in the water now.

Shirtless.

You watched him for a moment longer than necessary, your fingers lightly resting against your glass as your attention stayed fixed without you fully admitting it. Then, as if he felt it, he glanced up and shot you a wink.

You looked away immediately, turning back to Kate like nothing had happened, though your expression didn’t fully match your voice.

“Do you really think so?” you asked quietly.

Kate didn’t even hesitate. “You know what makes a vacation better? A hot man to fuck during it.”

You groaned and leaned your head back slightly. “Fuck, you’re right.”

The realization settled between you both for a moment, and then you both burst into laughter, like the idea itself was ridiculous even though neither of you fully treated it like a joke.

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The rest of the day passed easily.

A trip to the beach, a massage, a few drinks that made everything feel softer and slower, and constant moments where your eyes kept drifting back to Hollis without you meaning them to. Sometimes he was closer, sometimes farther, but he always felt present in a way that didn’t fully leave your awareness.

By the time the sun began to set again, the resort had shifted into evening.

You were back in your room now, standing in front of the mirror as you touched up your makeup, deepening it slightly for the night. You changed into a mini black lace two-piece that felt simple but intentional, like it belonged to the version of you that existed after sunset rather than during the day.

A knock came at your patio doors.

When you opened the blinds, Hollis was standing there.

He had changed too, now wearing a silk black button-up that hung slightly open at the top. He looked at you for a moment without speaking, his gaze moving over you slowly, taking his time, before he let out a quiet breath through his nose.

“You look gorgeous,” he said.

You didn’t hesitate. “I know, Hollis.”

His mouth twitched slightly, like he was amused but trying not to show it too much.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he said.

You leaned lightly against the doorframe, completely steady as you looked up at him.

“Get used to it,” you replied.

Then he stepped closer, not fully inside, but close enough that the space between you shifted.

“You barely know me, Y/n,” he said quietly.

The way he said your name lingered a little longer this time.

Then he added, just as calmly, “You like that, don’t you? You don’t know a goddamn thing about me — yet you still want to keep me around.”

You let out a soft laugh, controlled but sharp enough to respond.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Wanting to use you for a week and wanting to keep you around are two different things.”

That made him pause slightly.

Just long enough to register it.

Then he scoffed lightly, though it didn’t carry frustration.

“Brat,” he said again.

You fake-pouted slightly. “That hurt your feelings?”

He extended his hand again. “Come. Don’t fight me.”

You hesitated only briefly before taking it.

And the second your fingers met his again, it felt exactly like before.

He led you out of your room without another word, and the resort outside had fully shifted into evening.

You walked beside him naturally, your steps falling into his without effort.

After a moment, you glanced up at him.

“Dinner is going to close soon,” you said.

He didn’t look at you when he answered. “I got something better than dinner for you, girl.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him as you walked, trying to read his expression, but Hollis wasn’t looking at you. His focus stayed forward, completely unbothered, as if whatever he had planned was already settled in his mind and you were simply following the direction it was going.

The words should have sounded vague. They should have made you slow down, question him, maybe even push back.

Instead, something in the way he said it made your attention sharpen.

Your eyes widened just slightly before you caught yourself, and you suppressed the reaction quickly, letting it turn instead into something closer to a smirk you didn’t fully admit to.

“Oh yeah?” you said, your voice lighter now, but with a shift in energy that even you couldn’t ignore.

That small change was enough.

Your steps subtly quickened behind him without you needing to think about it, like your body had already decided to follow before your mind fully signed off on it.

Hollis noticed, of course.

Not in a way that made him stop or look back, but in the faintest shift of his hand around yours, his grip tightening just slightly as he guided you forward through the resort.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you.

Not yet.

The confidence in his pace made it feel unnecessary.

Eventually, he led you to a different section of the resort. The buildings here were similar in design to yours, but quieter, more tucked away, with fewer people passing through and less sound drifting between the walkways. It felt like a mirrored version of where you had come from, just more isolated.

He stopped in front of one of the rooms.

His hand didn’t leave yours as he reached forward, unlocking the door and stepping inside first, pulling you in with him without hesitation. The moment you crossed the threshold, the outside noise softened instantly, replaced by the quiet, enclosed calm of the room.

It looked almost identical to yours.

Clean, minimal, dimly lit in a way that made everything feel slower the second you were inside.

Hollis didn’t say anything for a beat.

He simply stepped further in with you, then reached back toward the door.

With one smooth motion, he flipped the “Do Not Disturb” sign.

The small click of the lock followed right after.

And only then did he turn slightly back toward you, still holding your hand, like nothing about the situation needed to be explained out loud.

He slid his hand away from yours and settled it firmly on your waist, drawing you in until his body pressed flush against you. Then he pulled back, circling around to the mini fridge.

He grabbed a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses, pouring without a word. You moved closer as he handed you a glass. You both drank in silence, the bubbles sharp on your tongue while heat coiled low in your belly.

He set his glass down and stepped in again, fingers gripping your chin to tilt your face up. “Tell me, y/n… have you been a good girl today, or a bad girl?”

Your lips parted, but his hold tightened. “Don’t lie.”

You swallowed hard. “Bad,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“Bad. I’ve been a bad girl.”

He exhaled through his nose, thumb stroking your cheek before he walked you backward until the bed pressed against your thighs. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

You shook your head.

“Do you want to find out?”

The smile that curved your mouth was answer enough. His palm settled on top of your head and pushed down. “On your knees.”

You dropped to the wooden floor, the impact sending a small jolt through your legs. You rubbed your cheek against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a low curse from him.

He unbuckled and shoved his pants down, then you hooked your fingers into his boxers and dragged them off slowly, revealing the sharp cut of his hips. His cock sprang free and slapped lightly against your face. You whined at the weight of it.

Both hands wrapped around his shaft, but he clicked his tongue. “Top off. I want to see those pretty tits.”

You stripped from the waist up without hesitation, then looked up at him as you took his cock into your mouth. He groaned, hips twitching as your tongue pressed along the underside.

You worked him deeper, gagging when the head hit the back of your throat, spit running down your chin. You pulled off with a gasp, then licked a slow circle around the tip before sucking it back between your lips, hands stroking the rest of his length.

“Just like that,” he growled. “Fuck.”

His thighs tensed. He pulled out of your mouth and stepped back. You wiped the mix of spit and precum from your lips with two fingers and sucked them clean. He shook his head, eyes dark.

Lay back," he ordered.

"On the floor?"

He gave a single nod. "Good girls get fucked on beds. Bad girls get pounded on the floor. Understand?"

You swallowed. "I understand."

You eased down onto the cold wooden planks, the chill racing up your spine. He moved over you, eyes locked on yours, then yanked your skirt down in one motion and ripped your panties away. The sudden exposure pulled a sharp gasp from your throat. He only smiled, sweet and dangerous.

Reaching behind you, he grabbed a condom from the drawer, tore it open, and rolled it down his rigid cock. His gaze searched your face for any hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in and kissed you, both of you humming into it. His mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, and to your ear while his cock slid along your wet folds.

"You’ve been bad," he murmured, "but you’re going to take every inch like a good girl."

You whimpered. "Okay…"

"Louder."

"Okay!"

He thrust in halfway. Your breath caught, then broke into a whimper. "You good?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Halfway, baby."

Your eyes widened. He chuckled, then pushed the rest of the way in, slow and deliberate. A long, broken moan tore from your throat. He cursed under his breath and held still, buried deep.

"So fucking tight," he groaned. "So warm."

Your fingers slid into his long golden hair and dragged his mouth back to yours.

Hollis's chest pressed down onto yours, his weight pinning you to the cold floor. His hips rolled, driving his cock in and out in slow, deliberate strokes that let you feel every inch stretching you open. Once your body loosened around him, his pace shifted. He slammed into you harder, each thrust jolting your spine against the wood.

You cried out, the sound raw. Hollis sank his teeth into the side of your neck, biting down until you whined. The sharp sting blended with the deep ache of his cock pounding you, fogging your thoughts.

He fucked you faster, his hips snapping forward without mercy. Your nails raked across his back, leaving red lines that welled with blood. A droplet slid down his arm. You gasped at the sight.

"F-fuck," you moaned.

His rhythm never faltered. "Still being a bad girl?"

"I'm sorry!" you choked out.

He scoffed. One hand slid up your chest, thumb circling and pinching your nipples until they stiffened under his touch. His palm continued upward and wrapped around your throat.

His fingers tightened, cutting off your air just enough to make your pulse hammer. You gasped, eyes wide, as he drove into you even harder. His cock hammered that spot inside you that made your vision spark.

"Right there—fuck, Hollis, right there!"

His grip on your neck clamped down harder. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.

"Cum on my cock while I choke you out, baby. You like that?"

You nodded frantically, voice breaking. "I love it!"

He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. "Not just a bad girl—you're a fucking slut. My fucking slut."

You nodded again, mindless, pleasure cresting until your stomach clenched tight. Your head tipped back and a loud moan tore from your throat. Your pussy spasmed around him, squeezing and pulsing as you soaked his cock and the floor beneath you. Hollis buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he emptied into the condom, his body shuddering against yours.

You slump against the cool tile floor, your chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut, trying to catch your breath. The air in the room feels thick, charged with the lingering electricity of what just happened. Hollis slowly releases his grip on your throat, his fingers leaving faint, fading imprints on your skin.

Without a word, he immediately leans down, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the exact spot his hand just vacated, as if apologizing with his lips.

"Was that okay?" he murmurs softly, his breath warm against your collarbone.

You nod weakly, your fingers finding their way back into his damp hair, tugging him slightly closer. Hollis lets out a low breath and allows himself to fully relax against you for a second, his heavy frame a comforting weight.

He kisses his way up your jawline, trailing fire along your skin until he reaches your lips for one more slow, bruising kiss before abruptly rising from the floor.

"Hollis, what are you doing—"

Your question is cut short as his strong arms slide under your knees and back, scooping you up into his chest in one fluid motion. A sharp ache ripples through your overstimulated body, causing you to wince and bury your face in his neck, but you willingly ignore the soreness as he carries you down the short hallway and into the bathroom.

He sets you down on the edge of the marble counter. Your legs feel like jelly, and you have to grip the edge of the sink just to keep yourself upright while he reaches into the shower to turn the water on. The hiss of pipes echoes in the space, and steam quickly begins to fog up the mirror. Within seconds, Hollis turns back to you. You instinctively wrap your legs tightly around his waist as he lifts you again, stepping over the threshold and into the big glass shower.

The blast of warm water cascades over your shoulders, immediately soaking your hair and washing away the tight tension in your muscles. Hollis sways you slowly in his hold under the downpour, letting the spray rinse the evidence of your intense connection down the drain.

"I want you again," you whisper against his ear, your lips brushing his wet skin, emboldened by the heat of the shower.

Hollis pauses his swaying, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "You’re sore," he tells you, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and concern.

You shake your head stubbornly against his shoulder. "I’m serious, Hollis." You pull back, wiping the water from your eyes so you can look him dead in the face.

"You won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow," he warns, a wicked smirk finally tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You match his look with a challenge of your own. "Good thing I don’t have anywhere to be."

He stares at you for a long, heavy beat, his dark eyes darkening further under the pulsing water. Carefully, he lets your legs slide down his body until your feet touch the wet tile floor. Your knees give out slightly from the sudden weight, and he catches your waist, chuckling softly as you stabilize yourself.

He gently guides your hips, prompting you to bend forward. You press both palms flat against the slick glass door for support, your fingers sliding slightly against the condensation.

He steps flush against your back, his thighs pressing into the backs of yours. You feel him — already completely hard again — teasing your entrance, the blunt head of his length frictioning against you.

"Fuck, let me go get another condom," he mutters against your neck, his hands sliding off your hips as he makes a move to step out of the streaming water.

Before he can step away, you reach back blindly and catch his forearm, your grip tight. When he stops and looks down at you through the steam, you look over your shoulder and simply shake your head. Hollis raises a single, questioning eyebrow, a silent question passing between you, but he doesn't argue.

Pressing his chest hard against your back again, he traps you against the glass. He guides the tip to your opening, and with the heavy cascade of water acting as a natural lubricant, he pushes forward. He slips all the way inside you in one smooth, agonizingly deep stroke.

A breathless, echoing moan escapes your lips as he bottoms out, your forehead resting against the cool glass door. His movements are heavy and deliberate, slower than before but packed with a grueling intensity.

His large hands grip your hips, fingers digging in to anchor you as he pulls back and drives in again. He watches with hooded eyes how your body reacts, the water making your skin glisten with every deep, rhythmic thrust. He leans forward, pressing his lips to the curve of your spine, and the shift in his weight drives him even deeper inside you.

Your moans slip out in rapid succession, bouncing off the tiled walls. At this point, you don't care how loud you're being. Sensing your undoing, Hollis's pace begins to quicken, his thrusts becoming sharper, harder.

His right hand slides down from your hip, slipping between your thighs until his fingers find your swollen clit. Pulling your upper body back until your spine is flush against his chest, he traps you in his embrace while his fingers begin to rub the sensitive nub in tight, urgent circles. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably under the dual stimulation, the overwhelming friction inside and out turning your body to jello.

"Oh—shit!" you whimper, your fingers clawing at him as the tight coil in your stomach tightens to a breaking point.

"I’m gonna cum, baby. I need you to cum for me," Hollis growls in your ear, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving violently against your back.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, your gaze rolling back until your eyes lock onto his. He watches you with a fierce, possessive intensity, his hips and fingers working in perfect, cruel synchronization.

"Such a good girl for me," he praises, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.

You moan loudly, refusing to break eye contact for even a fraction of a second as your walls suddenly clench, your body completely coming undone and convulsing around him in a violent orgasm.

The sensation triggers him instantly. He fucks you hard through the tight pulses of your release before quickly pulling out, painting your lower back with his own warm release just as the water washes it away.

Eventually, the water runs a little cooler. You both finish washing up, the quiet routine filled with soft touches, before wrapping yourselves in plush towels and stepping back out into the cool air of the bedroom.

"I should probably head back to my room," you say, a sudden wave of hesitation washing over you as you look at his large bed.

Hollis stops mid-stride, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. "What? You’re not going anywhere tonight."

Your heartbeat picks up a frantic, happy rhythm, a small, involuntary smile taking over your face. "You want me to stay?"

He rolls his eyes playfully at the question, suddenly lunging forward. You let out a genuine shriek of surprise as he scoops you up once more, tossing you gently onto the mattress. The springs squeak loudly beneath your weight, and before you can even sit up, he climbs on top of you, pinning your legs with his thighs.

"Of course I want you to stay," he murmurs, his expression softening as he looks down at you.

You giggle, reaching up to frame his face, but your laughter is cut short as his lips crash onto yours in a deep, lazy kiss.

BANG. BANG.

A sharp, aggressive knock suddenly echoes from the front door, cutting through the quiet room. You both freeze instantly, your breath catching in your throats. Hollis stays suspended over you, his eyes wide. Another heavy knock sounds, louder this time. Neither of you dares to breathe, let alone move.

Then, a muffled, incredibly pissed-off voice cuts straight through the wood: "Can you keep it fucking down? You already woke like three of us up!"

The sound of heavy, furious footsteps immediately follows, fading down the hallway as the angry woman marches back to her own room.

For a second, the room is dead silent. Then, you clamp both hands tightly over your mouth, a breathless laugh of pure, panicked disbelief bubbling out of you. Hollis lets out a sharp snort, his shoulders shaking, and within seconds, the tension breaks. You both burst into a quiet, hysterical laughing fit, buried against each other to muffle the sound.

Once the giggles finally die down into tired sighs, you both kick off the damp towels and crawl under the heavy covers. Hollis pulls you flush against his chest, your bare bodies tangling together under the sheets, finally settling in for the rest of the night.

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