meddle about - 2hollis x reader
''ma'am'' ''ma'am'' ''well, ma'a-'' syfm just get over here bro
contents of the fic: mentions of stalking, obsessive behaviour, oral (f!recieving), light manhandling, yet also willingly being pathetic asf, OH AND OLDER!READER.
also please please listen to lana del rey while reading this, especially ultra violence and pretty when you cry. ok enjoy the fic.
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you weren’t exactly happy being back in your old hometown after divorcing your husband. leaving him was the best part, the aftermath could so be better. It smelled like cigarettes and the fish that were caught at the nearby river, not a good scent. but you weren’t having high expectations for a town in the midwest that seemed to be full of people who already knew each other.
you had been here one month yet no one seemed to want anything to do with you, or the small business you were trying to set up.
that is, except for a certain young man. hollis had been 13 years old last time you saw him-he was weird, a kid to you. however, that was nearly 10 years ago. you were no longer 18, and he, by the looks of it, had grown far out of the kid you knew. yet he still wanted to talk to you all the time, droning on about things-his latest hunting trip with his friends, how things were going after he decided to not go to college, maybe a strange fact he had learned-he always seemed to have something to say. especially to you.
it was weird, considering you two were practically neighbours. you would be out on your porch, enjoying a cup of coffee when suddenly-
“morning, ma’am. how’s life?” he’d flash a charming grin at you, intent on getting an answer.
“it’s fine, hollis.” you’d yell back, then going inside. you weren’t planning to answer any more questions. hollis didn’t annoy you-no, far from it. he was interesting, an easy listener, and had a pretty face. you didn’t think he was a burden.
as you sat out on your porch for what seemed like the 4th time today, you noticed hollis coming out of his house, spotting you instantly, as always. you expected him to maybe yell some stupid question to you, or perhaps tell you you look a bit tired-what you did not expect, however, was him to literally walk over to you. the first time in most of these interactions.
“you look like you need help. is there anything, at all, that i could…well, help with?” he asked, leaning over the fence on your porch. his outfit-poorly put together, you’ll add-consisted of a shirt that could have only been thrifted, and jeans that were just baggy enough to not be considered skinny jeans. and of course, a jacket. but he always had a jacket on. fitting for the weather.
“yeah, i do actually…you know if there’s a bar in town?” you sighed, dragging yourself from the comfort of your chair to stand up and have a chance of meeting his eyes. he was tall, quite unfair considering you were older. from what you had seen so far, he had to be about 6’5.
hollis smirked at the mention of the bar. “uh, yeah. i can take you, if you want.” he got closer, taking your hand as to lead you out onto the road. the walk there was anything but silent, hollis being too chatty for his own good. sometimes you figured he needed to be shut up, even if it meant by force.
“how come you’re walking me there? you even allowed to go in?” you asked, looking up at hollis who had finally stopped speaking for a bit. he turned to you, as if the question asked was unbelievable. annoying, even.
“don’t say that. It’s already hard enough when people still see me as some type of kid. I don’t want you to go and think that too.” he spat, his tone low and aggressive. he didn’t look at you as he said it, instead opting for the dirty road in front of you, kicking a rock that was in front of him with more intensity than needed.
“sorry, but you’re hard to see as anything else-last time i saw you-you were only just starting puberty-“
“well I’m a man now.” he raises his voice, gaze burning into you. usually, hollis is easy to read. a smile from him meant he was happy and nonetheless. however now, his expression that of irritation, and something else-it couldn’t be harder to understand him.
eventually you two get to the bar-he doesn’t go in.
“what’s wrong? thought you were old enough.” he looks up, an almost sad grin on his face.
“no, it’s just, i don’t drink.” he explains. what kind of man around these parts doesn’t drink? you scoff.
he lights a cigarette-yeah, drinking was never his thing-but there were other things.
you two walked back together-admittedly, you found it strange he was waiting for you after you came out. but it didn’t quite matter.
“what’s up with you these days? you seem a bit tense.” you asked, attempting to hang an arm around his shoulder-if not for the fact he was taller than you.
“sorry, ma’am. it’s just…i have some problems.”
“well, i heard about…why, exactly, you came back here.”
you stopped in your tracks, the two of you close to your house. did he have a problem with you? god, if so, you would lose your only friend in this place.
“I-i can’t help but feel like…well, i would be a better man than…him.” oh. it was about your ex husband. he had only seen him a few times, so it was surprising this was troubling him.
“hollis, that’s very kind but…you’re just a-“
“don’t say it, please. i could treat you better, regardless of how you see me-please.” he seemed so desperate, so intent on making you his.
“now, you can’t say that. you barely know me.” by now, you were beginning to enter your house-about to close the door behind you when-
“wait-please, one chance ma’am. to-to just...prove myself” you could see him holding the door, his strong hand holding it open as he begged and pleaded with you for just one chance.
you nodded slowly. before the word “yes” could stumble out of your mouth, he had already made his way in, closing the door tightly behind him. it didn’t take long before he had his hands on you, practically feeling you up. except, you didn’t mind it if it was him.
“can i-can i kiss you?” he asked, lips so close to yours it was almost useless for him to even ask.
“what a gentleman. of course, hollis.” he grunted softly as you said his name, hips bucking involuntarily against yours. he kissed with you softly, with such restraint that made you want to see what he was hiding. under the gentleman he was. so you kissed him back, testing the waters by biting his lip.
you could clearly hear him swear under his breath as you bit onto his bottom lip, yet he kept going. then, his kisses grew even more desperate. a hunger seemed to wash over him, as if he would lose you any second. you could tell by the way he tightened his grip on your waist, or how he seemed to push you against the wall with such ease-all the while still acting like this would be the last time he saw you.
“h-hollis, wai-“ you panted in between wet kisses from him, lips barely leaving each other. you had to physically pull him away, even then watching as he softly whined your name.
“i-i don’t get it. why me? i mean, there are many pretty young ladies who would-“
“yeah, but i don’t want a young lady-i want you.” his eyes lock onto yours, and you have never been so sure that someone was telling the truth as that moment.
“c-could i-could i please taste you? your…” his face goes red-more red than before, at least. you know what he’s talking about. you know damn well.
“taste what? use your words. you’re a man, after all.” so why did you make him say it? he sighed pitifully.
“pussy.” he muttered, voice barely audible. he was acting like a pussy.
“since you’re being so nice about it…” something in you shifted as he slowly, oh so slowly, got down on his knees, eyes never leaving you. he was tall, yet did such a good job at making himself seem small. you liked it.
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you hadn't expected him to be this good. your legs shook, trembling as he continued on you. maybe you were too used to your ex husband only taking himself into account, but hollis was practically melting you under his touch. he was gentle, yet rough in a way that you liked. sure, the way he lapped at you was certainly soft and focused only on you, yet there were times where his tongue reached places that made you stifle a moan.
''hollis, i might-'' you let out a small whimper, watching as he devoured you, savoring it every time you made the slightest noise.
''not now.'' he laughed-the sound vibrating against your skin.
''you know, i've always been told to f-finish my meals-when i was young...'' he sounds almost needy, voice breathy, the occasional voice crack slipping.
''rule still applies.'' he wiped his lip, grabbing at your hips with newfound strength. it didn't take long before your knees gave out on you, heat pulsing through you as you came.
you looked at him, his eyes wide and pupils blown out. you weren't sure what to say. you didn't need to say anything. he kissed you, your mouth filling with a taste of well, yourself.
''i've waited for this...'' he panted, breaking away from the kiss.
''really? you been watching me, hollis?'' you ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly.
''there's only one way to admire your beauty...''
''yeah? well your stalker made you shake, made you...'' his face gets closer to yours, breath hot against your skin.
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