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VOIDSMASTERLIST

one shots:

⟢ the interview - read

!smut, fem!interviewer!reader x hollis

⟢ lagoon lullaby - read

!smut, fem!reader x hollis x roman

⟢ break room - read

!smut, fem!reader x coworker!hollis

⟢ holiday home - read

!smut, fem!reader x virgin!nerd!hollis

⟢ towel taste - read

!smut, fem!reader x perv!hollis

⟢ 112 mph - read

!smut, fem!reader x taxidriver!hollis

⟢ payback - read

!smut, fem!reader x bestfriends ex!hollis

⟢ the blanket - read

!smut, fem!reader x yearning!hollis

⟢ sugar rush - read

!smut, fem!reader x 2hollis + rommulas

⟢ cheap sl*t - read

!smut, fem!reader x bully!dom!hollis

⟢ my game, my rules - read

!smut, fem!reader x dom!roman

⟢ don’t tell my brother / 1 - read / 2 - read

!smut, fem!sub!reader x dom!hollis

⟢ don’t tell my brother / 3 - read

!smut, fem!reader x dom!hollis x stranger!roman

⟢ black honey - read

!smut, fem!reader x cheater!hollis

⟢ cry for me / angst - read / smut - read

dom!fem!reader x sub!hollis

⟢ kiss if off me - read

angst, bittersweet reunion

2hollis x reader

⟢ icecold - read

!smut, dom!hollis x brat!reader

⟢ one more take - read

!smut, softdom!hollis x fem!reader

series:

⟢ black sea - read

pirate!rommulas x fem!reader

4 parts, ongoing

⟢ how to breathe again - read

comforting!hollis x grieving!fem!reader

2 parts, ongoing

⟢ favorite drug - read

dealer!hollis x shy!fem!reader

6 parts, ongoing

⟢ pass the note - read

2hollis x fem!reader

2 parts, ongoing

⟢ read it out loud - read

2hollis x fem!reader

2 parts, ongoing

⟢ royal blood - read

baron!hollis x maid!reader

6 chapters, ongoing

text fictions:

⟢ setlist of trouble - read

10 chapters, complete

2hollis x rommulas x reader

⟢ festival season - read

12 chapters, complete

2hollis x reader

⟢ unintended - read

11 chapters, complete

2hollis x reader x rommulas

⟢ i miss when we talked - read

8 chapters, complete

2hollis x reader

⟢ pov: your boyfriend hollis - read

a series of oneshots, ongoing

like ily bro omg and u ate tf DOWN with that fic

ROYAL BLOOD ᛪ༙ 

chapter six ♱ the illusion

baron!hollis x maid!reader

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you held yesterday’s gown pressed to your face and breathed in deeply, eyes slipping shut. traces of him still lingered within the fabric. hollis. worn leather, lavender, something herbaceous beneath it, rich and unmistakably masculine. and suddenly you were there again. seated before him on morcant, the vast land stretching endlessly ahead while his warmth rested firm against your back. when you opened your eyes again, you were only in your chamber.

morning light crept slowly through the narrow window. beyond the walls, the castle had already awakened. footsteps echoed faintly through the corridors below, distant voices carrying through stone. alive. it all sounded so alive. and perhaps, for the first time in years, so did you.

never before had you felt so seen. the previous evening lingered within you like a dream too beautiful to belong to ordinary life. one of the most precious nights you had ever known. a pity only that you could speak of it to no one. not even in fragments.

a sharp knock suddenly struck the door and you startled violently. "hurry yourself. the morning tea must be prepared. immediately." the deep voice beyond the wood left no room for delay. and just like that, the dream dissolved.

you rose quickly, smoothing the blankets back into place before changing into fresh garments. your hands moved automatically, flattening every crease from your skirts, tying everything into order once more. within moments you had disappeared back into the machinery of castle life, another servant among many.

and yet something inside you had changed. excitement lingered beneath your skin like hidden fire. when would you see him again? would he seek you out? would there be another ride? another stolen moment hidden beyond the walls of the castle? you caught yourself smiling. immediately you forced it away. a maid had little reason to smile. even that alone invited attention.

soon enough, you entered the winter garden. it was one of your favorite places within the castle. vast glass walls welcomed the pale morning sun while white silk curtains stirred gently beside silver ornaments worked delicately into every arch and pillar. crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, scattering soft light across polished floors. elegant chairs surrounded the long tables, upholstered in fabrics so fine they looked softer than clouds themselves. nearby rested a lounging sofa of matching ivory silk. beautiful. untouchable.

the servants moved quickly around the room. silver trays were arranged with practiced precision while rose tea steeped slowly into the hot water, tinting it faintly pink. its scent drifted through the air, floral and warm.

then lady elinor entered. elegance given human form. at once every maid lowered her gaze and curtsied. "good morning, my lady." their voices blended together almost perfectly. one of the girls stepped forward to pull back her chair. "did you rest well, my lady?" lady elinor smiled faintly as she sat. "i find little sleep lately." she exhaled softly, shaking her head once. "only two days remain until the wedding. truthfully, i believe i am growing nervous." the maid beside her smiled kindly and continued speaking, but her words no longer reached you. the realization struck harder than any arrow ever loosed upon a battlefield.

the wedding. two days.

in two days she would belong to him completely. bound to him before god, before the kingdom, before the entire realm. she would stand beside him in these halls. ride beside him openly beneath the sun. touch him without fear. speak his name without trembling. and you...

you would continue preparing the linens for their chambers. the thought pierced cleanly through your chest. yet still your hands continued their work without error. because they had to. if even the slightest suspicion ever fell upon you, your fate would already be sealed. one misplaced glance. one careless word. one servant noticing too much. that was all it would take. and your head would rest beneath the executioner’s blade before the next sunrise. of that, you were certain.

the day continued on, though heavier now than before. the realization lingered painfully beneath your ribs, yet the hope of seeing him again carried you through it somehow. it kept the grief from settling fully into your chest. kept everything from becoming unbearable.

evening arrived slowly. dark clouds gathered overhead, casting the land into shadow. you had not seen him once all day, and with every passing hour your heart grew heavier. was he not within the castle? why did he not feel the same pull toward you? why had he not sought you out?

"you there!" the sudden voice from behind made you turn sharply. one of hollis’ guards approached, his expression unreadable. "you have been instructed to saddle the baron’s horse. now." you froze. "of course. as you command, my lord."

and already you were hurrying toward the stables, pulse quickening beneath your skin. was this where you would see him again? anticipation bloomed instantly inside you. the thought of sitting before him once more. of feeling his warmth at your back again. perhaps tonight he would finally... you forced the thought away at once. no. desire was sin. and sin led only to ruin. after tonight, you would return to the chapel again. kneel before god and beg forgiveness for whatever had begun growing inside your heart.

when you entered the stable, you saw morcant immediately. the great black stallion stood calmly within his stall, no longer wary of your presence now that he recognized you. despite yourself, a smile tugged at your lips. your heartbeat quickened with every step toward him. every step closer to morcant felt like a step closer to hollis.

you set quickly to work. brushing the stallion’s dark coat until it gleamed beneath the lantern light, fastening the saddle carefully into place. every so often your hand drifted affectionately along his neck, nervous excitement twisting tighter inside you with every passing second. at any moment hollis might appear behind you again, dressed in black, pale curls betraying him beneath the hood of his cloak.

you stroked morcant softly, resting your forehead briefly against his neck. "what am i to do with myself?" you sighed quietly. the stallion exhaled warmly in response, almost comforting.

then suddenly the stable door opened. voices followed. his, but another beside it. female. your breath caught instantly. what? who? before the thought could fully form, lady elinor stepped around the corner, smiling pleasantly when she saw you. "hollis was correct," she said warmly. "you truly do have a gift with horses." and then he appeared behind her.

the moment his eyes landed on you, your entire body seemed to stop breathing. because his gaze was cold. empty. and yet his jaw seemed tighter than before, something restrained flickering beneath the surface so briefly you almost believed you had imagined it. there was nothing left of yesterday within him. no warmth. no softness. not even the faint recognition one offers a familiar face. he could have looked at stone with more feeling.

"you may leave now." his voice was flat as he walked past you. and your heart shattered quietly inside your chest. you remained frozen where you stood until he turned back once more. "now." you lowered yourself immediately into a curtsy. "of course, my lord." the words tasted like blood in your mouth.

soon you were making your way back through the endless castle corridors. your duties for the day had already been completed, yet the walk to your chamber stretched endlessly before you. your vision blurred. tears burned at your eyes before finally spilling free, silver beneath the moonlight pouring through the windows.

by the time you reached your room, your chest ached unbearably. you collapsed onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in your hands. had he merely played with you? only yesterday he had told you that lady elinor had never ridden beside him like that. never seen the cliffs. never shared those moments. only you. because you were different. because you were special.

and now, a day later, you had been ordered to prepare the very horse upon which he intended to give her the thing you had foolishly believed belonged only to the two of you. your secret.

the pain of it hollowed you completely. and yet there was nothing you could do. because in the end, you were only a maid. nothing more. never meant for greater things. it had never been your place to imagine yourself standing anywhere near the future baron. in two days he would marry lady elinor, and whatever fragile fantasy had bloomed inside you would finally die where it belonged.

then he would become her husband before god and kingdom alike. and you would remain what you had always been. a servant of the royal household. and that, you reminded yourself through tears, was meant to be an honor.

-

THE INTERVIEW

2hollis x fem!interviewer!reader smutshot

content info: mdni, power imbalance, oral (m receiving), p in v, choking, degradation, no aftercare, toxic dynamics

! based on this request

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boss: come to my office.

the message flashes way too bright on your screen, and with your boss, you know there’s no such thing as 'later.' when she calls, you go. no hesitation.

you landed your dream position at your favorite magazine. a full six week internship. actual journalism. fashion, celebrities, everything you’ve been obsessed with for years. you still remember losing your mind when you got the acceptance email, rereading it like ten times just to make sure it was real.

so yeah, you’re already up, already moving. you step into the elevator, quickly fixing your outfit in the reflection of the metal walls, smoothing your hands over the fabric like that’s somehow gonna calm your nerves. it doesn’t.

by the time the doors open, your heart’s already beating faster. you walk straight to her office, knock three times against the glass door. "come in." her voice is sharp. immediate. you push the door open.

she’s sitting behind this ridiculously expensive desk, dark wood, marble details, scattered notes, and the two things she never seems to be without: coffee and cigarettes. honestly, you’re convinced she runs on nothing else.

"sit." she doesn’t even look up properly, just gestures toward the black leather chair in front of her. you sit. your heart is racing now. fast enough to make your chest feel tight. you don’t know what you did wrong, but it has to be something. it always feels like that with her.

"how can i help you? what do you need me to-" - "i have a job for you." she cuts you off instantly. "someone your age fits this better." you lean forward a little, nerves mixing with curiosity. "yeah, of course, i’d love to, i can-"

she clicks her pen once. expensive, of course. sets it down. then she leans in, elbows resting on the desk, eyes locking onto yours. "you’re going to do an interview. with a celebrity."

your heart skips. oh my god. "which one?" your voice comes out softer than you wanted. a little shaky. "he’s an artist who’s getting a lot of attention right now. this interview matters a lot." she tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow lifting. "and i’m trusting you to do it right."

there it is. the unspoken part. don’t mess this up. or you’re gone.

"okay, yeah. of course." you nod quickly. "i’ll do my best. can i ask who it is? just so i can prepare properly?" she doesn’t answer right away. just watches you for a second. then, flat, like it’s nothing:

"2hollis."

everything in you goes still. your heart drops straight into your stomach. your face feels hot and cold at the same time, and your palms instantly start to sweat.

no way. not the same hollis that shows up on your fyp every single night. not the one you’ve stayed up way too late watching, scrolling, replaying clips like you’re not completely obsessed.

not the one you’ve read about over and over again. those fics you told yourself were "just for fun", even though your thoughts lingered a little too long after. how are you supposed to look him in the eye? after everything you’ve read. imagined.

you swallow hard.

"i can rely on you, right?" your boss asks, voice sharper now. "yeah… yeah, of course." you nod, way too fast. trying to sound composed, professional, like you’re not internally spiraling so hard you can barely think straight.

"good." she gives you a tight, almost forced smile. then drops a stack of papers right in front of you. "everything you need is in there. the interview is tomorrow."

tomorrow.

your stomach drops again. if your body wasn’t already flooded with stress, it definitely is now. tomorrow you’re supposed to sit across from him. ask questions. act normal. like he isn’t-

you swallow.

"thank you. i won’t disappoint you." she leans back in her chair, already done with the conversation, gesturing toward the door. "i’m looking forward to it."

-

you let yourself fall onto the beige couch, the stack of papers slipping slightly in your hands as you sink into it. your office, well, your office for the next six weeks, is small, but the huge windows make it feel bigger, brighter. it’s quiet here. safe. your little space to work, to breathe.

you flip the first page. a list of questions. okay, good. relief settles in instantly. at least you don’t have to come up with anything yourself. no risk of saying the wrong thing, no overthinking every word. you just have to read them out. easy, right?

the first few questions are fine. normal. safe.

how did you get into making music?

what do you enjoy most about being on tour?

you exhale slowly, shoulders dropping just a little. okay. maybe it’s not that bad. you turn the page, and your vision almost goes black for a second. you stare at the paper, blinking like the words might rearrange themselves if you give it a second. they don’t. for a moment, you genuinely wonder if you’re going to survive tomorrow.

are you currently in a relationship, or do you prefer to keep that part of your life private?

your lips press together. next.

hooking up with fans, yes or no?

oh my god. next.

you often use moans as a sound element in your songs. would you say that’s intentional? maybe even something for your fans?"

heat rushes to your face. no fucking way. next.

are you really as dominant and intense as the way you’re portrayed in tiktok edits?

you freeze. completely. how are you supposed to ask him that? how are you supposed to look him in the eyes, say those words out loud, and act like you’re not completely losing it?

he’s going to think it’s too much. he’s going to think it’s weird. especially coming from you: two years younger, sitting across from him, asking questions that sound like your search history.

you swallow hard and snap the pages shut, pressing them down against your lap. okay. whatever. this is what you wanted, right? journalism. this career. this life. and if this is the test at the very beginning… then fine. you’ll pass it. no matter what it takes. because if you can get through this, every door you’ve been dreaming of will start to open for you.

-

the next morning. you barely slept. every time you tried to drift off, your mind dragged you right back to the same thought: you’re going to see him. and trying to fall asleep with tiktok didn’t help either. every time his face showed up on your fyp. or worse, glimpses of his sweaty abs, the layered gold chains resting against his skin. your whole body went on edge. it felt like something was constantly buzzing under your skin, so sleep wasn’t even an option.

you thought about calling your best friend. hovering over her contact for a second, thumb paused. but you don’t. not yet. because you know how that would go. she’d scream, freak out, hype you up until your heart gives out and you’re already on edge as it is. you don’t need someone amplifying it. you don’t need to panic more than you already are.

you manage a quick breakfast, if you can even call it that. you push food around your plate more than you actually eat, your stomach too tight, too full of nerves to handle anything real. so instead, you focus on getting ready.

this is a video interview. which means everything has to be perfect. your hair. your makeup. your outfit. your scent. if you’re already getting the chance to see hollis in person, you might as well show up as the best version of yourself.

not that you’re expecting anything. he’s way out of your league. but still. maybe there’s that tiny, irrational part of you, the one that’s been online a little too long, that thinks it might matter.

so you take your time with it, way more than usual, standing in front of the mirror longer than you should, adjusting little things over and over again like it’s actually going to make a difference. because somehow, the real challenge isn’t the questions. it’s him.

sitting across from him. on that couch. trying to look like you belong there. because how are you supposed to feel like you’re on the same level as someone like him?

you catch yourself hoping, that he’ll show up in eyeliner today. that he’ll wear that wig: the blonde one, soft waves, bangs falling just right over his eyes.

your thoughts spiral before you can stop them. what is he going to look like? what is he going to smell like? what does his voice actually sound like in real life? what if you have to get close to him? what if he looks even better in person? what if-

you blink, glancing at the time. shit. you lost track. the last ten minutes are chaos. you’re rushing around your apartment, grabbing your things, checking everything twice and still feeling like you forgot something. your phone: 6%. great. you don’t even have time to care. somehow, you make it… barely.

but you’re there. right on time, stepping into your office just as the workday begins, your breath still slightly uneven, your heart nowhere near calm. but you’re ready.

-

you’re standing on set in the studio, holding your coffee cup tightly with both hands like it might steady you. it doesn’t. your hands are still shaking as you linger off to the side, watching the tech team finish setting everything up.

the set clean. minimal. two light colored couches facing each other, a white backdrop, two black mics placed perfectly at sitting height. three cameras positioned around the room. one straight on, capturing both of you. one just for you. one just for him. your stomach drops. god.

your eyes fix on the spot where he’s going to be sitting in less than an hour. you tighten your grip around the cup, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. it still doesn’t feel real that he’ll be sitting there, listening to you, probably looking at you.

fuck. his attention is going to be on you. professionally, obviously. even if there’s a part of you that doesn’t just want his attention to stay professional.

"so, nervous?" the cameraman asks casually, still adjusting something on his tripod, completely unaware of how hard that question actually hits. "i’m okay." you smile back, way too composed. "i’m prepared."

lie.

he nods like that’s exactly what he expected, gives the set one last look, then claps his hands once. "alright, we’re set. we’ll be right there during recording, just monitoring audio and cameras." - "right, okay." you nod slightly. "so you can just focus on the interview." he adds, already stepping back. you watch him walk off, then exhale quietly.

okay, calm down. apparently, hollis isn’t the center of everyone’s world. the cameraman just proved that. he’s just a person. just a guy. this will be fine.

-

the last few minutes drag on, stretching out far longer than they should. too much time. too much space to think. and you feel it getting worse, the nerves.

they’re not just there anymore. they’re everywhere. crawling under your skin, sitting heavy in your chest, making your fingers restless, your thoughts loud and messy and completely unusable. you can’t sit still. you can’t breathe properly. thinking straight? not happening.

your boss said she’d handle everything. she’d greet him, deal with his team, do all the professional stuff, and then bring him in when everything’s ready.

earlier, you saw a black suv pull up from the window upstairs. there was a tall guy stepping out, oversized black sunglasses, a cigarette burned almost down between his fingers. a smaller woman stood just ahead of him, probably his manager. he was wearing a hoodie, but the wind caught a loose blonde strand, just for a second. which means: he’s already here. somewhere in the building.

your stomach drops so hard it almost hurts. he’s here. like, actually here. not on your phone. not behind a screen. not in edits, not in fics, not in your head. real. in the same building as you.

you panic-check your questions one more time, eyes scanning the page without really taking anything in. in the reflection of the window, you try to fix your hair again, smoothing it down with slightly shaky hands. you move as quietly as you can. straining, almost, just to catch a hint of his voice somewhere in the distance. something to prepare you. something to soften the impact, so he doesn’t just hit you out of nowhere.

the door opens. and your heart just stops. "alright, everyone, we’re here. let’s get into position." your boss calls out, all bright energy as she walks in. you barely register her. because right behind her you see him -

hollis frazier herndon.

oh my god. oh my god.oh. my. god. you freeze. completely. your brain just blanks. what the fuck.

he walks into the room like it already belongs to him, barely looking at anyone, he doesn’t need to. he already knows every eye’s on him. and honestly, it makes sense.

he’s taller than you thought. way taller. the kind of presence that fills the doorway without even trying. his outfit looks flawless, like every piece was chosen with intent. and the second he steps into the room, it shifts, his scent settling in with him. something expensive, layered with a faint trace of smoke.

your eyes lock on him and they don’t move. can’t move. the oversized black sunglasses sit low on his nose, hiding his eyes and for some reason, that makes it worse. the not knowing. is he wearing eyeliner? does he look exactly like- 

your gaze drops and your heart literally stutters. the hair. no fucking way. it’s the wig. the wig. soft blonde waves, falling perfectly over his shoulders, the bangs just brushing his eyes like it’s styled specifically to ruin you.

and his face: sharp. unreal. exactly like the photos but worse somehow, because it’s real now. his lips are full, slightly parted like he’s about to say something and you’re already overthinking it. and then he smiles. directly at you.

your stomach flips so violently you have to physically lock your knees to not move. wait. why is he looking at you. why is he smiling at you. why is he walking toward you. oh my god he’s coming over.

you stand up way too fast. shit. you’re standing. why are you standing. your brain is lagging behind your body completely. he gets closer, reaches up, slides the sunglasses off and suddenly you see his hazel eyes. to your disadvantage, they’re lined in black. your weakness.

and there’s something in his gaze. self-assured. not soft, not gentle. distant in a way that feels intentional. like he’s used to being looked at, but even more used to doing the looking.

to doing the choosing. his eyes settle on you, slow, taking their time like there’s nothing to rush for. like you’re already right where he wants you. and the way he looks down at you, it’s not just a glance.

it lingers. measured. almost testing. it sends something sharp through you, something low and unfamiliar, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. you feel it drop in your chest. heavy. this is so much worse than you imagined. so much worse.

"hi," he says easily, voice low, holding his hand out like this is normal. you look down at it, and it’s big. pale. veins faintly visible beneath the skin, a few gold rings catching the light when he moves his fingers just slightly. exactly how your favorite tumblr authors would describe it in their fics when he’s choking y-

"i’m hollis." and just like that, he pulls you out of your thoughts. you try to function. you really do. you lift your hand, place it in his and the second your skin touches his, something in you falters.

you’re shaking. you can feel it, even if you try to hide it. your hand looks small in his, almost disappearing when his fingers close around it. his grip isn’t tight. but it’s steady. his skin softer than you expected. warmer, too.

he looks down at your joined hands, then back up into your eyes and that’s enough. it tells him everything he needs to know. the nerves. the tension. the way you’re trying to hold it together. he’s seen that look before. countless times. that same soft, almost hesitant gaze: innocent on the surface, but not really. he knows it. knows exactly what it means. he’s seen it in fans who looked at him like they wanted more than just a picture and now it’s in your eyes, too.

and just like that he’s interested. so instead of letting go right away, he lingers. just a second longer. his thumb moves. barely. a slow, almost absent stroke over the back of your hand. testing. your breath catches instantly. and he notices. of course he does. there’s a small change in his expression -  an arrogant, knowing hint of a smile as he finally lets go. yeah. he’s trouble.

"y/n," you manage, your voice way softer than you planned. "nice to meet you." you sound like a different person. he looks at you for a second longer than necessary. "i like that name." your heart literally stumbles over itself. you don’t even know what to do with that.

before you can spiral further, your boss steps in, saving you and making it worse at the same time. "alright, you two, looks like you’re getting along perfectly," she says, all fake brightness. "i‘ll leave you to it. have a great interview."

she looks at you, gives you a quick wink. "you’ve got this. i’m excited to see the result." you force a smile. it feels wrong on your face. "thank you." hollis turns to her, all effortless charm, like he does this every day. "thanks for having me," he says smoothly. "really appreciate it." - "of course," she replies. "our pleasure." and then she’s gone.

-

while the crew makes the final adjustments, lights shifting, cameras locking in, your mics being angled just right, there’s still a makeup artist standing in front of each of you, doing the last touchups. thank god.

it gives you a few more seconds to exist without having to talk to him. to get used to the fact that he’s right there. real. not a screen. not something you can just scroll past.

but then they’re done. they step away. and suddenly it’s quiet. you’re sitting there, across from him, waiting. your hands grip your notes a little tighter as you pretend to go over them again, eyes scanning words you’re not actually reading. your thoughts are too loud for that. your heart is beating way too fast.

and him? completely calm. of course. you don’t look up. you don’t want to. you don’t want to accidentally meet his eyes, don’t want to trigger anything before this even starts.

then you hear it. fabric shifting. you look up before you can stop yourself. he’s taking off his jacket. unrushed. he knows you’re watching. he sets it beside him, then leans back and his arm moves, stretching out along the backrest. a little too slow. a little too deliberate. your eyes follow it. you hate that they do.

his arm stretches far enough that his fingers hover close to your couch. not touching. just there. a few centimeters. close enough to feel it. he knows how tense you already are, how hyperaware you’ve become of every little movement. and the way he’s sitting almost feels like he’s about to touch you. but he doesn’t. your body reacts anyway, heat creeping low in your stomach, your thighs pressing together slightly without you even noticing at first. 

he clears his throat. and your gaze snaps to him instantly. there. he has you. "so," he starts, voice calm, like this is his set, his interview. "your boss said you’re an intern?" great. straight to it. you swallow. "yeah. my boss said someone your age fits better."

his eyebrow lifts immediately. amused. "fits better." he repeats. then he looks at you. slowly. from top to bottom. not rushed. not subtle. like he’s taking you in, piece by piece. his expression stays unreadable. distant. but his gaze burns.

and for a second, you wonder if you’re imagining things. you have to be. he wouldn’t look at you like that. wouldn’t tease you like that. wouldn’t play with you like that… right?

"i mean… for the interview." you add quickly, panic slipping in. "professionally." you repeat, wanting to make sure you’re not overstepping, wanting to keep it safe, appropriate.

he leans back, completely unbothered. "yeah, i got that," he says, a faint grin pulling at his lips. his hand drifts down into his lap. slow. your eyes follow. he knows. he wants them there. wants you to think of him like that. to feed those thoughts. for a second, you don’t move. then it hits you and you look away immediately.

"or what were you thinking?" he adds, voice quieter now. teasing. pointed. heat rushes to your face. you stare down at your notes, trying to recover, trying to think. oh my god. get it together.

he already has you figured out. you’re easy to read. easy to throw off. and he clearly enjoys it. you don’t say anything. you can’t. your thoughts are nowhere near appropriate for this situation.

"i’m kidding." his voice cuts through it. you exhale, only now realizing you were holding your breath. "i’m sure you’ll do fine." there’s something in the way he says it. not reassuring. more like he already knows exactly how this is going to go. he gives you a quick wink. your grip tightens around your cue cards.

"y/n, we’re ready." the cameraman’s voice snaps you out of it completely. relief hits instantly. finally. you straighten, forcing yourself to focus, pushing everything else down. this is it. no more thinking. let’s do this.

-

the small red light on the camera flicks on. recording. you straighten slightly, your posture shifting, your expression softening into something composed, practiced. professional.

"hey everyone," you start, voice steady, almost surprisingly so. "welcome back to another interview. i’m y/n, and today i have someone you’ve been asking for a lot. so we finally made it happen." a small pause, just enough to breathe. you turn your head toward him, offering a light smile. "2hollis!"

he’s already looking at the camera. and just like that he’s different. the tension from before? gone. the quiet, almost inappropriate edge from before disappears beneath something smoother. whatever was happening between you just minutes ago gets tucked away so easily it almost feels like you imagined it.

he sits a little more upright now, shoulders relaxed but controlled, hands resting loosely in front of him. camera-ready. "hi." he says, easy, polite. "thanks for having me." his tone is lighter. cleaner. almost… harmless?

you blink for a second, adjusting. okay. you can work with this. you glance briefly at your cards, then back up.

"so, first of all, did you get here okay? the traffic wasn’t too bad?" simple. safe. he nods once. "yeah, it was good. pretty smooth actually." - "good," you smile, a little more relaxed now. "we’re glad." it flows. easier than you expected.

the next few questions follow naturally. how he’s been, how the last few weeks have looked for him, how he’s balancing everything with the attention he’s been getting lately. he answers openly. not too long, not too short. he’s good at this. you can tell.

he knows exactly how to speak, how to present himself, how to keep it interesting without giving too much away. and the more he talks the more your body slowly unclenches. your shoulders drop. your voice steadies even more. you start listening instead of overthinking. reacting instead of rehearsing. for a moment, it almost feels normal. like he’s just a random person. someone you’re interviewing. someone you can handle.

and sitting across from him doesn’t feel as overwhelming anymore. the earlier tension fades into the background, blurred by the rhythm of the conversation, by his calm answers, by the way everything suddenly feels structured and safe. you almost forget, almost, what he was like just a few minutes ago. and how easily he got under your skin.

-

it keeps going like that. easy questions. easy answers. a rhythm you can follow without thinking too much. until you turn the next card and freeze. your fingers pause for just a fraction too long, heat rushes to your face instantly. shit.

you try to play it off, eyes quickly scanning the line again like it might suddenly change into something more normal. it doesn’t. and across from you he notices. of course he does.

he leans back slightly in his seat, shoulders relaxing further, one arm slipping back over the rest behind him again. watching. waiting. there’s a faint shift in his expression. interest. he already knows.

whatever you’re about to ask next, it’s not surface level. it’s going somewhere more private. and he’s ready for it. more than that, he’s into it. he watches you for a second longer, like he’s waiting to see how far you’ll go. he’s willing to play along.

your mind starts racing. how are you supposed to ask him that? you can’t just sit there. you can’t let silence happen. so you do it. you look up, force your voice steady:

"are you currently in a relationship, or do you prefer to keep that part of your life private?" clean. professional. he reacts immediately. a small breath out, almost amused. "oh, we’re getting a little more private now." he says, tone light.

on camera, he plays it perfectly. "i’d say i prefer to keep that private. at least until i’m sure about something." he shrugs slightly, casual. "just makes more sense that way."

you nod, relieved. okay. that was fine. you can do this. you glance down again. next question. your stomach drops again. hooking up with fans, yes or no? oh my god. for a split second, you consider skipping it. you don’t. you can’t. you look up again, your voice just a little tighter this time:

"hooking up with fans… yes or no?" this time he doesn’t react immediately. no smile, no comment, just a brief stretch of silence. his eyes stay on you. and it’s not neutral.

he’s not really thinking about the question at all. he’s thinking about you. about the way your voice tightened just now. the way your fingers are holding those cards a little too stiff. the way you won’t fully meet his eyes anymore, like you already know this crossed a line somewhere.

would he hook up with a fan? maybe. but would he hook up with you? his gaze dips for just a second, then back up again, something unreadable settling behind it. yeah. he would. not because you asked. not because of the question. just because you’re sitting there trying so hard to stay professional while it’s so obvious you’re a little too into him. and that alone makes it tempting.

he blinks, posture adjusting just slightly. back to camera. back to control. "i mean," he starts, tone still calm, but different now. more deliberate. "i’m happy to answer that…" a small pause. his eyes flick to you for just a second. "… just maybe not on a video interview." your heart drops. oh my god.

"for something like the magazine, tho? sure," he continues smoothly, slipping right back into that composed, camera-ready version of himself. "i’m happy to get into that, just not on video." a small shrug, controlled. "some things are better written than clipped and posted everywhere."

your chest tightens, panic creeping in fast. those questions aren’t optional. your boss made that very clear. this interview matters. and if you skip them? if you come back without answers? you already know how that ends.

his eyes flick to you for a second. "if you’ve got more questions in that direction, we can do that off-camera." your thoughts trip over each other. off-camera. okay. okay that works. it has to. "yeah... yeah, of course." you nod immediately. too fast. "i’m so sorry, i didn’t-" you stumble slightly over your words, cheeks burning. "i didn’t mean to make it uncomfortable or anything, i just-" stop talking. think. you need a solution. now.

"i have, um, i have an office here," you add quickly, the words rushing out before you can second guess them. "we could... do that there? if that’s okay?" you sound unsure. careful. like you’re not entirely aware of what you just offered. but you don’t take it back. and him? he just nods.

"yeah, that sounds good." a small smile, easy, harmless on camera. but there’s something sitting underneath it. something sharper. like this is exactly what he wanted. not the cameras. not the controlled setting.

this.

you, already a little overwhelmed, trying to stay professional while giving him exactly the kind of situation he doesn’t have to fake anything in. and he doesn’t say it. doesn’t show it. but you can feel it shift. that same tension from before is back. stronger now. and suddenly you’re not sure if this just solved your problem. or created a much bigger one.

-

you film for a few more minutes. a couple harmless questions, something to close it off clean. then the outro. the red light switches off. done.

the camera team seems satisfied, nodding to each other as they start packing up. you thank them quickly, still a little breathless from holding it together the entire time. hollis does the same, of course. effortless. charming. like he didn’t just shift the entire atmosphere in the room whenever he felt like it.

and then it’s just you two, on your way to your office. "here, left," you say quietly, your voice softer again now that the cameras are gone. he follows right behind you, close enough that you can feel it without looking. you step into the elevator first, pressing the button with slightly shaky fingers. the glass doors slide shut. and suddenly it’s just you and him.

your pulse spikes instantly. the space feels smaller now. too close. you lean back against one side, trying to ground yourself, clutching your cards, your phone, your coffee cup like they’re the only things keeping you steady.

across from you, hollis leans against the opposite wall. arms loosely crossed. watching you. his gaze drops slightly. takes you in without saying anything. then he breaks the silence. "you’re actually doing really good, by the way." his voice is low.

praise. it lands exactly how he wants it to. your cheeks flush immediately, heat rushing up your neck. he sees it.

"oh... thanks," you say, a little breathy. "i mean... yeah, you’re lowkey easy to talk to. it was just kinda weird at first." you trail off, unsure. he smiles. easy. human. and it works. your shoulders loosen just a little.

"i get that," he says. "you should’ve seen my first interviews." a quiet exhale, almost amused. "you get used to it tho. but for your first one? you’re killing it." you smile, a little more relaxed.

a small pause. then you glance down at your cards, nerves creeping back in. "and, uh, sorry in advance for what’s coming next." you lift them slightly. "those questions aren’t even mine, they made me ask them." for a split second, something flickers in his expression.

shame. that would’ve made it easier. if you came up with them yourself, he’d know for sure where your head’s at. what you’re thinking about when you look at him like that. confirmation. but he doesn’t need it. not when your body’s already giving you away.

"it’s fine," he says, calm. "i’ll answer them." a small shrug. "and if something’s too much, i’ll just say it." his eyes stay on you. a second too long. "same goes for you." you barely have time to process it-

the elevator dings. saved. or maybe not. the doors slide open and you step out first, a little too quick, like you need distance, like you need to get out before your thoughts catch up with you. he lets you. of course he does. no pressure.

his gaze drops the second you pass him. intentional. your ass. the way your jeans hug it, the subtle sway in your steps you’re not even aware of. he watches it like it’s something he’s already decided he’s going to touch. like it’s just a matter of time.

his jaw tightens slightly, just enough to give him away if anyone was looking close enough. but no one is. just you. and him. there’s a thought sitting in the back of his mind now, heavier than before. 

he wants you. and he knows he’ll get there. he doesn’t need much. just a little more time. and a private space. and you just gave him both.

-

"there we are," you say lightly, as you push the door open to your office. "make yourself comfortable." you gesture toward the couch. "i just need a second to grab my stuff."

hollis immediately notices the couch and smiles to himself. it’s perfect. and he gives it... what? around 20 minutes until you’re lying there, under him, the same pleading eyes as now, just for a very different reason.

"no rush." he says, easy, like there’s nothing else on his mind as he drops onto the couch, stretching out just a little, taking up more space than necessary. 

you busy yourself for a second, gathering your notes, your pen, anything to keep your hands occupied. anything to avoid looking at him too long. then you drag your desk chair over, placing it in front of him. distance. safe.

"we can just do it like this," you say, a little too quickly, gesturing toward the setup. he looks at the chair. then at you. no, he definitely doesn’t want to do it like this.

he shifts on the couch instead, leaning back. "or..." he tilts his head slightly, a faint smile pulling at his lips, "you could just sit here. feels less like an interrogation." he lets out a quiet laugh.

your heart kicks. because you know what he’s doing. and you still don’t say no. of course you don’t. so you move. slowly, like you’re giving yourself time to rethink it, even though you don’t. you sit down beside him, leaving a bit of space between you at first but it disappears instantly.

his warmth is right there. his presence. overwhelming in a way that’s hard to ignore now that there’s nothing buffering it. no cameras. no crew. no distance. just him. you catch his scent again, stronger this time. something warm, expensive, mixed with that faint trace of smoke. it settles around you, distracting in the worst way.

and even though you’re trying really hard to keep it together, you can feel your pulse between your legs now, your nipples slightly hard, your whole body giving you away. your thoughts keep drifting back to the same thing. and the fact that you’re about to ask him even more private questions doesn’t help at all.

-

"you ready?" you ask. he just nods. his arm’s still stretched along the back of the couch, basically behind you. not touching. just there. too close. he notices the way your pen’s shaking. "for you? always." he says, and there’s no teasing in it this time. it lands heavier. you don’t even know what to do with that, so you just push forward.

"so, hooking up with fans, yes or no?" he lets out a small breath, almost amused. "right. that’s where we left off." you nod. "yeah. so?" he leans in a little, eyes on you now. "how about this," he says, voice lower. "i answer your... kinda personal questions, and you answer mine."

what? well, you need this. you need his answers for your boss. "yeah, okay." you nod, a little too fast. "good." he leans back again, like nothing happened, arm still behind you. "i wouldn’t say i hook up with fans like... random dms or whatever," he shrugs. "but if the vibe’s there?" a pause. "why not." you write it down quickly, trying not to overthink it. he watches your hand. your handwriting.

"my turn." you look up immediately. "yeah?" he holds your gaze for a second. "would you ever hook up with someone you’re interviewing?" your whole body goes hot. what. "i- uh..." you stumble, "probably not? i mean... i want people to feel comfortable. even if i think they’re attractive." fuck. why did you say that. you glance at him, waiting. he just nods. slow. "okay." a small pause. "next."

that’s it? you blink, thrown off, but you keep going. "you often use moans in your songs." you say, forcing yourself to stay focused. "would you say that’s intentional? like, for your fans?" he exhales through his nose, shifting a little closer. you feel it instantly.

"i’d say it’s more of a stylistic thing," he says. "what people read into it is on them." you nod, writing it down, hyper aware of how close he is now. "your turn," you say, trying to sound normal. he doesn’t even think about it. "do you actually listen to my music?" your heart stutters. "like- did you know me before this?"

of course he asks that. you swallow. "yeah, i knew who you were. i just don’t listen to your songs that regularly."

lie.

he reads you instantly and smiles. "yeah?" he tilts his head slightly. "you got a favorite?" you nod, a little too fast. "i think… girl is my favorite." of course. the quieter one. you’re my girl. of course you’d want to hear him say that. his voice slightly raspy, low, the way he says come here like it’s just you and him. that’s all he needs to know.

"good choice," he says, almost flat, but his eyes are different now. darker. there’s something in the way he looks at you. his body feels tense next to yours, charged, like he’s holding himself back. just enough. he knows he’s close. close to having you fold. just one more question.

"next," he says, nodding toward your notes. "okay," you murmur, voice a little off now as you glance down. "are you really as dominant and intense as the way you’re portrayed in tiktok edits?"

he grins to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. it’s so easy now. he leans back, legs slightly spread, his gaze dropping to your hands again, then lifting to your eyes. briefly to your slightly parted lips. then back to your eyes. he takes his time. lets the silence between you stretch, heavier with every second. the next sentence decides everything.

"wanna find out?"

you stare at him, almost in disbelief, like you don’t trust yourself to believe he actually just said that. your heartbeat is everywhere, in your chest, your throat, between your legs. you feel hot all over, don’t know where to look, what to say. and the worst part? your panties are already soaked.

you want to say yes so badly it almost hurts. but your mind’s still trying to catch up. what if someone finds out? what if your boss hears about this? what if this ruins everything? what if you just-

hollis moves before you can finish the thought. he gently takes the notes out of your hand, like it’s nothing, sets them down on the table in front of you. just removing the last thing keeping this professional. then his eyes are back on you. sharp. focused.

"i know you want to." he says it low, certain. your breath catches. his gaze drops briefly to his lap, then back up at you.

"come here."

fuck. he sounds exactly like in that song. exactly like you imagined. and that’s it. whatever was holding you back just snaps.

before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you’re moving. climbing onto his lap, your body reacting faster than your mind ever could. and the second you sit down, you feel it. hard. through his jeans. your breath stutters, your body tensing for a second at how obvious it is, how real this suddenly feels.

his hands come up immediately, gripping your hips, holding you in place like he already knew you’d end up exactly here. his head tilts slightly as he looks up at you, something challenging in his expression. "and?"

your voice shakes, but there’s still a hint of defiance left in you. "i’m just doing this for the interview," you manage. "so i can... answer everything properly." he nods slowly, like he’s humoring you, one hand sliding up to your chin, tilting your face down toward him. "yeah," he murmurs, lips just brushing yours. "keep telling yourself that." and then he kisses you. no hesitation. no asking again. just deciding for you. and you want it exactly like that.

-

a few minutes later, whatever was left of ´keeping it professional´ is completely gone. he’s over you now, hovering above you, breathing heavier, arms braced on either side of you. his shirt somewhere on the floor, his muscles catching the light perfectly, his jeans already half undone, way too tight by how hard he is for you. and you-

you’re underneath him, your shirt gone too, lost somewhere with his, your bra still on but pushed down, completely useless. his lips are on you, soft but hungry, sucking your nipple, his tongue dragging over it slowly and your whole body lights up. you arch into him without thinking.

his blonde waves fall against your skin, brushing over you, tickling slightly. he looks up at you again, eyes locked on yours while his tongue drags from your chest, up your neck, along your jaw, until he reaches your lips and kisses you again, messy this time. hungry.

he presses his hips down into you, his hardness pushing right against your center through the fabric and you moan straight into his mouth. "i knew from the start you wanted me." he mutters between kisses. then he pulls back just enough to sit up, tugging your bottoms off in one smooth motion, and suddenly you’re just there. completely exposed in front of him.

he takes a second. just looking at you. "so fucking pretty, god." he leans back down, one hand brushing your cheek as he kisses you again, softer for a second, while his other hand slides down between your legs. and he feels it immediately. how wet you are. his dick twitches at that alone.

"shit... didn’t know you wanted me this bad." you grab his hair, pulling slightly, breath shaky. "shut up." he just grins against your lips, cocky, like he loves it, and then his fingers start moving, circling your clit slow at first and you break again, another moan slipping straight into his mouth.

he enjoys the sounds you’re making, the way your body gives you away completely. he can feel how badly you want him to fuck you just from the way you press yourself up against him, the way you grab him, the way you moan. but not yet. he’s not making it that easy for you. you’re gonna have to work for it.

"wanna be good for me, baby?" he asks, still hovering over you, and you nod immediately, hoping he’ll finally take his jeans off and-

instead, he grabs you, shifting you higher on the couch until your head tips back over the edge, hanging slightly. your breath catches. then he stands. walks around you until he’s right in front of you, upside down in your view. you already know what’s coming.

he pulls his jeans down slowly, right in front of you, and your eyes widen the second you see his dick. how hard he is. how big. the tip already glistening. fuck. how are you supposed to-

"you can do it, girl," he murmurs, brushing his hair back before stepping closer. "i’ll make you take it." you swallow, but before you can even think, he’s already there, his hand wrapped around his cock as he drags the tip over your lips.

you open immediately and he pushes in slowly. at first, careful. controlled. then deeper. he slides his hand into your hair, guiding your head slightly forward, angling you just right, and suddenly he’s hitting the back of your throat. it’s a lot.

you choke slightly, trying to adjust, trying to take him, and he pulls back just enough to let you breathe before pushing in again. and again. until there’s a rhythm. until he’s fucking your mouth properly. his head falls back, jaw tense as he starts thrusting into you, deeper, rougher now.

"fuuuck... baby, you feel so good." he groans, voice low, and your whole body reacts to it, your pussy clenching instantly. your spit’s running down your chin now, your eyes watering, mascara smudging as tears slip down your temples while he uses your mouth exactly how he wants. exactly how he needs. he knew from the start you’d take it like this, you were always going to give him exactly what he wants.

his moans get louder, more frequent, and before you can even process it, he’s back between your legs, a condom held between his teeth as he tears it open, rolling it down over his length. then he’s over you again. his gaze darker now. focused. he needs you just as much as you need him.

"ready for me, baby?" he asks, voice low. you’re still breathless, your chest rising unevenly from before, but you nod eagerly. everything in your body is aching for him now, you feel wetter than ever, like you might actually lose it if he doesn’t give it to you soon.

he lines himself up at your entrance, one hand coming up to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, your pulse loud in your ears. he knows exactly what he’s doing. he wants you to feel everything. every inch. slowly, he pushes into you. no rush. no stopping.

the stretch burns, your eyes rolling back slightly, your mouth falling open as you look at him, pleading without even realizing it. the last few inches he gives you in one sharp thrust. you gasp, your brows pulling together as your eyes shut. "fuck, hollis-"

he stills for a second, fully inside you, leaning down until his lips brush yours. "yeah, baby," he murmurs. "let me hear you." a soft kiss. and then he snaps.

pulling back and slamming into you again, hard, fast, no rhythm at first, just need. you can’t even process it. your nails dig straight into his back, dragging down, leaving red marks, and he doesn’t slow down. not even a little. he knows you want it like this.

the wet sound of your bodies fills the room, loud, messy, your neck still flushed from where he had his hand on you. "you like it?" he asks between breaths, thrusting into you harder, faster on purpose. you can’t even answer. he grins when he realizes, leaning down to kiss you, rough this time. "i know you do," he mutters against your lips. "i can feel it."

his hand comes up, tilting your head slightly, and then he spits into your mouth. you swallow instantly. and he keeps going. harder.

then he grabs you, stands up with you effortlessly and moves behind the couch, kissing you one more time, intense, before turning you around and bending you over the backrest.

"arch your back for me, baby," he says, voice low, grabbing your shoulder as he pulls you back onto his dick. you gasp. then he lifts one of your legs, placing it over the back of the couch, stepping closer, deeper, deeper than before.

you moan louder, a slight sting running through you. "god, hollis... you’re so fucking big." he leans down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, still fucking you, no mercy in his movements. "i know, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "but you take me so well."

then he’s upright again, gripping your hips tighter, thrusting harder than before. every sound you make is shaky now, your hands gripping the fabric of the couch, your body slightly slick with sweat.

suddenly, his hand is in your hair, rough, pulling your head back toward him, his lips right at your ear. "touch yourself," he says. "make yourself cum on my dick." not a question. a command. and you obey.

your fingers move down, circling your clit, making you tighten around him instantly while he keeps fucking into you, hard, relentless. he groans at the feeling, holding you up against him, his other hand squeezing your breast. "fuck, i can feel you," he breathes. "you’re getting tighter. cum for me, baby." his voice in your ear pushes you over the edge.

you let your head fall back against his shoulder, that familiar heat building low in your stomach, stronger, stronger-

until it hits. your eyes shut tight, his last few thrusts pushing you straight into it, your body trembling, your pussy clenching around him as you collapse forward onto the couch.

he doesn’t stop until you’re completely shaking.

then he pulls out. grabs you, turns you around, pushing you down onto your knees in front of him. he slides the condom off quickly, his hand already wrapped around himself, stroking, his eyes locked on you. his other hand pulls you closer. "tongue out."

you do it instantly. his head falls back as he cums, a low, rough groan leaving his lips as he finishes. his release all over your face.

you stay there for a second. breathing. processing. then he looks down at you, a dark grin pulling at his lips. "yeah... that’s a view."

he helps you up like it’s nothing, sits you back down on the couch, grabs a tissue from your desk and hands it to you. then he just starts getting dressed again. like this was casual. like it didn’t just wreck you. "you good?" he asks, pulling his shirt back on. you nod, still trying to catch your breath. "i... i don’t even-"

he just laughs lightly. "i know. i can be a bit overwhelming." a small shrug. "you handled it well tho. the interview too." you shake your head slightly, still not fully there. while you’re getting dressed again, he grabs your notes, scribbles something down quickly. then checks the time.

"shit. this was supposed to be, what, an hour?" he exhales, grabbing his jacket. "my manager’s probably losing it downstairs." he turns back to you. "anyway. bye, y/n. if you’ve got more questions..." he taps your notes, "you know how to reach me." a wink. then the sunglasses go back on. and just like that he’s gone.

the door closes. you sit there for a second, staring at your notes, your body still buzzing, your thoughts completely scrambled. you got your answers. almost all of them. your eyes drift down to the last question still left unanswered. you exhale softly. then flip the page.

his number. written in messy handwriting. you trace over it absentmindedly, biting your lip slightly. because technically... you could reach out. just to finish the interview. just to get that last answer.  you lean back into the couch, still warm from before, your fingers still resting on his number. yeah, you’re definitely finishing this interview. especially if it ends like that again.

-

LAGOON LULLABY

2hollis x fem!reader x rommulas smutshot

content info: !mdni, consensual threesome, praise, soft aftercare, p in v, gentle dominance, emotional safety

♪ - isle of us - malibu

-

you’re walking down the boardwalk with roman, the ocean stretching out beside you, glowing gold in the late sun. the warm summer air moves through both of you. through your hair, your clothes, gently pushing you back toward home.

while the others are back at the house getting everything ready for dinner, you two just ran out to grab some beers and strawberries, your one specific request.

roman’s carrying two six-packs like it’s nothing beside you. in your hands, you turn the small box slowly, your eyes drifting over the fruit, looking for the prettiest one.

"you tasted just like them yesterday." roman says out of nowhere, a slight smirk on his lips. you snap your head toward him. "i’m just gonna pretend i didn’t hear that." - "i’m just gonna pretend you weren’t begging me to kiss you last night." he shrugs, glancing over at you.

you let out a laugh, nudging your shoulder into his. "i told you this morning, that was the alcohol talking. and come on, it’s summer. shit happens." he glances at you, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "yeah? that your excuse now?"

you shrug, bumping into him again. "it’s a good one." he lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "right."

-

and then the beach house comes into view, half hidden behind the tall bushes. you can’t fully see what the others are doing yet, but the smoky smell in the air tells you the grill’s already on, and the sound of their voices makes it obvious they’re having fun.

roman glances at you with a crooked grin. "lowkey surprised the house is still standing." - "heavy on still." you nod, pushing open the garden gate as you step back onto the property.

nate and ryan are messing with the grill, crouched by the fire, while your two friends are setting up the table, talking about something random.

hollis is the first one to notice you. "well look who’s back!" he calls out, already walking over and taking the beers straight from roman. "thought you guys got lost or… were busy." he shoots roman a quick wink.

roman just huffs, shaking his head. "she took like a hundred years trying to find perfect strawberries." you shrug. "i know you’re all gonna beg me for a bite later anyway." - "from you? always." hollis says, quick, almost under his breath. and before you can even process what he meant, he’s already turned away, heading back to the guys with roman.

you make your way over to your girls, both of them lighting up the second they see you. "ohhh she’s back!" one of them sings, pulling you into a quick side hug. the other tilts her head toward roman, eyes narrowing playfully. "sooo, did anything else happen orrr?" you shake your head immediately. "you both know that was a one time thing." - "relax, i’m kidding." she says with a shrug, easy, but your other friend’s already glancing past you, over at hollis.

"i mean, it kinda seemed like he wasn’t joking." you tilt your head. "what do you mean?" she looks at you for a second, then back at him, standing by the grill with the guys, cracking open another beer.

"while you were gone, he kept bringing it up. like, as a joke, but… a lot." she pauses. "and he asked if we knew anything. about you and roman." your expression shifts instantly. "what?" she just nods. "we told him the same thing you told us. nothing serious." you shake your head again, a little slower this time. "i’m gonna talk to him later."

for a second, your gaze drops to the table, the plates, the half-set cutlery, anything to ground yourself. then you look back up, a small grin slipping back into place. "drinks?" they both nod immediately, like the question didn’t even need to be asked. "obviously."

-

you’re all sitting around the table, plates piled high with salads, bread, grilled meat, whatever everyone kept passing around earlier. it’s a mess in the best way.

everyone’s already a few drinks in, the soft buzz settling over everything as the sun dips lower, slipping behind the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and purples that cling to the edges of the night.

"kinda sad tomorrow’s our last day." one of your friends sighs, looking around at everyone. nate lifts his glass immediately. "then tomorrow we’re going all in. no excuses." the guys are quick to follow, beers raised, and you girls do the same, laughter mixing into the clink of glass and bottles. "who says we’re not doing that tonight?" roman cuts in, glancing at you, giving you a quick wink.

oh. your stomach flips, just slightly. was that a reference to last night? no. absolutely not happening again. that kiss, it was just the alcohol. the last drink in your system reaching for something warm, something close. nothing more. that’s all it was.

you’ve all been friends for so long. nothing ever crossed that line. it’s always been easy, balanced, untouched by anything messy and you want to keep it that way. you really do. it’s just… hollis.

the way he reacted earlier. it stuck with you more than you expected. even now, sitting across from you, he’s quieter than usual. not pulling you into conversation, not leaning into you like he normally does. every now and then, his eyes drift to you, distant, like he’s somewhere else entirely. and he didn’t even sit next to you tonight.

-

while the others have already drifted over to the firepit, starting some random drinking games, you catch hollis before he can fully disappear into it all, asking if he’s got a minute.

so now you’re sitting a little off to the side, on the steps leading down into the garden.

he takes a sip from his can, your shoulders barely brushing. then he looks slightly down at you, "so…what did you wanna talk about? alone?" you glance up at him through your lashes. "are we good? you’ve been acting kinda off." he looks away immediately. yeah. there it is. you see his jaw tighten, just slightly.

"i can tell something’s on your mind, holli. just tell me." you say softly, placing your hand on his leg, not pushing, just there. a quiet i’m here for you.

his gaze drops to your hand instantly. lingers there. "…is it because of roman?" you ask, carefully. his jaw tightens even more. right. he gives a small nod. "yeah." you look at him, confused, searching his face. why would that bother him?

"yeah? and? why?" he exhales, shifting slightly. "y/n, i don’t really know how to say this." and just like that, you’re looking into those eyes. big, honest, the kind you could never bring yourself to hurt.

"just tell me what’s going on. i don’t wanna spend our last two nights like this." - "well…" he starts, gaze fixed somewhere ahead of him. "let’s just say, i kinda wish i’d been in roman’s place yesterday."

your hand pulls back from his leg, instinctively, your body leaning away just a little. "what do you mean?" - "exactly what i said." he breathes out, taking another sip of his beer, eyes still not leaving the distance.

you glance around, trying to steady yourself, to make sense of what hollis just said. "you mean… you wish you’d kissed me?" he exhales slowly, like he’s grounding himself, then turns toward you. this time, his hand comes to rest gently on your leg, careful, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed.

"i don’t really know how to say it, but this trip did something to me." - "in what way?" you ask quietly. he looks straight at you then, completely open. no jokes, no deflection. "i really like you, y/n. i have this whole trip. every time you’re around, i just… feel better. and i don’t like it when you’re not."

heat rises to your cheeks, soft and unexpected. there’s something about the way he says it, so honest it almost hurts. "oh, holli." you murmur, your hand lifting to his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. "i’m not going anywhere. and roman doesn’t have anything to do with that." - "yeah. he kinda does." his voice is quieter now.

your eyes flick over to roman by the fire, laughing with the others, the glow of the flames catching on his face.

"he feels the same." your head snaps back to hollis. "what?!" hollis nods, almost in disbelief himself. "yeah. we talked about it yesterday." he grins, "okay, yeah, we were drunk, but still. somehow he ended up in the same place. with you."

you just stare ahead for a second, everything going a little too loud and a little too quiet at the same time. your stomach flips, something warm and confusing settling deep in your chest. "so… you both kinda like me more than you should?" - "seems like it." hollis exhales, taking another sip of his can, like he’s trying to swallow down everything that’s now hanging between you.

"i don’t really know what i’m supposed to say." you admit. the last light of the sunset falls perfectly across hollis face, tracing every sharp line, making him look even prettier than he already does.

he turns toward you, a soft, almost reassuring smile on his lips. "you don’t have to say anything. i just needed to get it out." you rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath, like you’ve been holding it in all evening. you reach for his can, your fingers brushing his for a second before you take a sip, like it might somehow help you clear your mind.

"you smell good." you say suddenly, the shift in topic soft, almost instinctive. he lets his head fall gently against yours. "you too. you always do." you close your eyes for a second. yeah. he’s done for. and for some reason, the thought sends a quiet rush of butterflies through your chest.

you stay like that for a moment longer, neither of you moving, just letting the moment settle. inside you, it’s a mix of everything. confusion, but also this quiet warmth spreading through your chest, soft and unfamiliar.

and for hollis, it’s louder. having you this close, not pulling away, not shutting him down, but leaning into him like this, it means more to him than he knows how to put into words.

-

by now, you’re back with the others, sitting around the fire, old stories getting passed around like drinks. random, chaotic memories that don’t even make full sense anymore, but somehow have all of you laughing way too hard anyway. the night stretches on, soft and warm.

hollis is normal again. finally. well, not really. something shifted after that conversation. you feel it every time you look at him, because he’s already looking at you. and when your eyes meet, there’s this quiet pull, something that settles low in your stomach, making you smile without meaning to, making you look away just as quickly.

and somehow, roman seems to know. or at least, he feels it too. he’s caught in the same current, watching you a little more closely than usual, stepping in without making it obvious, bringing you another drink before you even ask, finding excuses to be near you, brushing past you like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t mean anything. but it does.

nothing really happens after that. you’re all just sitting there, talking, laughing, passing cigarettes around. it’s easy. comfortable. but after a while, you can feel it shift.

everyone starts getting tired. the drinks hit. conversations slow down. one by one, everyone starts getting up, stretching, saying their goodnights, heading inside. "i’m done." nate laughs, grabbing his phone. "yeah same, i’m actually exhausted." ryan agrees before they both leave.

more chairs scrape back. doors slide open and shut. voices fade inside. until it’s just you three.

you, hollis, roman.

no one says anything about it. no one points it out. but it’s not random. there’s this quiet understanding hanging in the air. like all of you kinda waited for this. and still, no one moves. because you can feel it just as clearly: neither of them is gonna leave you alone with the other.

"you guys not tired?" you glance between them. they both shake their heads. "nah." hollis tilts his head toward you. "you?" - "… a little."

roman’s sitting on the bench by the fire, leaning back, then he pats his thigh. "you can lay down if you want. i’m sure hollis will sing you a lullaby or something." you let out a small laugh, and yeah, maybe it’s the last drink in your system, but you don’t think about it too much. you just go. as you walk over, you can feel hollis’ eyes on you.

you sit down next to roman, then slowly let your head fall into his lap. his hands are in your hair instantly, fingers moving through it, slow, easy, like he’s done it a hundred times before. you look to the side and meet hollis’ eyes.

there’s something hurt in them. something you don’t like seeing. "don’t look at me like that." you smile, softer now. "c’mere."

he hesitates, looking between you and roman. roman glances down at you, then back at him, a little confused, then shrugs. "i mean… yeah, sure." hollis exhales, like he’s trying not to overthink it and then he gets up anyway.

he walks over, lifts your legs carefully, sits down, then rests them across his lap. his fingers start moving almost immediately, slow over your thighs, your knees, back and forth, like he’s not even thinking about it. honestly, better than a lullaby.

you feel it right away. that warmth again. safe. easy. and still, there’s something else there too. something weird. but you don’t let yourself think about it. not when it feels this good.

-

minutes pass. maybe longer. you don’t really know. the three of you stay like that, barely moving, just existing in it. hollis and roman don’t say it, but you can feel it: this is enough for them right now. just having you like this, in their own way. and you… you feel good. comfortable.

the fire casts a soft glow over your face, the heat settling into your skin. behind it, the ocean moves in slow, steady waves, mixing with the quiet crackle of the fire, the soft rhythm of their hands still absentmindedly moving against you.

your body relaxes without you even noticing, your thoughts slipping away one by one until there’s nothing left to hold onto. your eyes fall shut on their own.

-

"we gotta let her decide, bro." - "yeah, i know, but i don’t know if i could actually watch you with her." - "guess that’s not really up to us."

you wake up slowly. you’re still lying exactly how you were before, nothing’s really changed. their hands are still on you, soft, careful, like they never stopped. you don’t move. instead, you keep your eyes closed, your breathing slow and even, pretending you’re still asleep. listening.

"it’d probably be smarter if neither of us actually tried anything with her. i mean, that could mess everything up. like, the whole group." hollis’ hand tightens slightly around your knee. you feel it. "yeah," roman says, quieter now. "you’re probably right." there’s a small pause.

"but at the same time, none of this really feels real." he adds, voice low. "like this place is kinda like…" - "…a dream?" hollis finishes. "yeah." roman exhales softly. "exactly." you feel a subtle shift beneath you, like he’s nodding. "might just be the summer getting to us." he says after a second. "or the vibe here or whatever." hollis’ grip loosens again. “let’s hope so." they both let out a quiet laugh.

"i’m not just some vibe thing." you say suddenly, calm, your eyes still closed. you don’t even have to look to know. you feel it. the way both of them tense for a second, the tiny shift in their bodies. caught off guard.

"that’s not what we meant!" roman says quickly, trying to recover. "yeah, we-" hollis starts, but you open your eyes before he can finish. "relax." you murmur, a small smile pulling at your lips. "i’m kidding." you feel it immediately, the way the tension slips out of them again, but they’re still watching you closely, both of them. like they’re trying to figure out if you actually meant it.

you look up at roman, who’s already looking down at you, his eyes soft as his hand comes up to your face, brushing gently over your cheek. "stop doing this to us." he murmurs. you let your eyes fall shut again, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you did this to yourselves."

he pouts a little, like he’s actually hurt, and you lift your hand to his face, brushing your thumb softly over his cheek. "just enjoy it while we’re still here..." your gaze shifts to hollis, who’s already looking at you. "…both of you." he smiles a little, but it’s strained like the closeness between you and roman is getting to him.

for a moment, you just take it all in. the touches. the looks. the sudden realization that two of your closest friends don’t look at you the same way anymore.

and somehow, that shifts something in you too. you’re seeing them differently now. they’re not just the guys anymore. they’re attractive. hot. really hot. you’re not even sure if it’s the drinks or if it’s something that’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment to surface. and the craziest part? they both want the same thing. you.

"you can’t actually look at us like that, can you?" you ask softly. hollis looks away immediately. of course. anything but actually admitting it. you push yourself up a little, reaching for his face, gently turning his head back toward you. "i already know." - "then why do you keep doing it?" he asks quietly. you lean in just a little, your voice dropping. "because you could have it too."

you’re so close now your words almost brush his lips. his eyes widen slightly, like he’s trying to figure out if you really just said that. "say that again." he murmurs, just as close. his hand slides a little higher along your thigh and you suck in a sharp breath. "careful."

"what?" roman cuts in suddenly. you lean back just enough to reach for him too, your hand finding his cheek as you glance over your shoulder. "what, you feeling left out now?" - "a little." he admits. you smile. slow. "look at you two…" your eyes flick between them. "i know exactly what i’m gonna do now."

you pull them both a little closer without even thinking. roman’s breath warm against your neck, hollis so close you can feel it on your lips. they’re both waiting. watching you. completely focused. "what?" roman murmurs against your ear, low and rough.

"i’m gonna sleep."

you pull away just like that, standing up before either of them can react. the look on their faces is priceless. confused. completely caught off guard.

"you’re evil." roman mutters under his breath. hollis just shakes his head, still staring at you. "he’s right." you just laugh softly, already turning toward the house, letting your hips sway a little more than necessary. "goodnight, boys!" you call over your shoulder. "dream about me."

-

the next morning. you wake up slowly, and the first thing you notice is the dull pounding in your head. oh god. please don’t be a hangover.

you groan quietly, shifting a little in bed, your eyes still half closed before you finally force them open. sunlight spills through the window, way too bright, almost dragging you out of bed whether you want to or not.

right. last day.

you let out a small breath, staring at the ceiling for a second, trying to gather yourself. but the more awake you get, the more everything from last night starts creeping back in. piece by piece.

roman. hollis. both of them. what they said. the way they looked at you. the way you looked at them. and then… that moment. what would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked away?

you sit up abruptly, pressing your hands over your eyes like you can physically block it all out. as if. "fuck." you whisper under your breath. you’re gonna see them again. your stomach twists slightly. are they hungover too? do they even remember everything? god, hopefully they don’t.

you let your hands fall, exhaling slowly before forcing yourself out of bed. bathroom. you need a shower. you need to feel like a person again.

the water helps a little. not enough, but enough to function. you stand there longer than necessary, letting it run over your skin, trying not to think too hard. it doesn’t really work.

still, you get dressed. sports clothes, something light, something easy. because of course, yesterday, after like five drinks, all of you got super excited about the idea of going hiking. it felt like the best idea in the world back then. but now? it’s quite literally the last thing you wanna do.

you pull your hair back, grabbing your things, still half debating if you can fake being sick. but… nate. "hidden lagoon." he said. bright blue water. somewhere along the trail. "looks like a dream." that part stuck. so you go anyway. because maybe that’s exactly what you need. something that feels a little unreal.

-

you make your way downstairs, still tying your hair up, the faint smell of coffee hitting you before you even reach the kitchen. for a second, it almost feels normal again. morning light filling the space.

but then: "oh hell no." nate’s voice comes from the living room. you step in and immediately pause. nate’s half dead on the couch, one arm thrown over his face like the sunlight personally offended him. there’s a blanket tangled around his legs, an empty bottle on the floor, and he looks like he hasn’t moved in hours.

"good morning to you too." you mumble, grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water. he groans. "don’t talk so loud." - "i literally whispered." you huff out a small laugh, shaking your head, then glance around. "where’s ryan?"

nate just points vaguely toward the hallway without even lifting his arm. "bathroom. been there for like… twenty minutes." right on cue, a faint sound. got it. you wince slightly. "oh." - "yeah," nate mutters. "he’s fighting for his life."

you take a sip of water, leaning against the counter. "so… hiking?" silence. then nate slowly lifts his arm just enough to look at you like you just said the worst thing imaginable. “you’re joking." - "we said we’d go." - "we said a lot of things last night."

fair.

you glance toward the hallway again, then back at him. "it’s just a hike. and there’s a lagoon." - "there could be a million lagoons, i’m not moving." he drops his arm back over his face. "tell me how it was tho."

-

your girls aren’t much better. you find them in the kitchen, sitting at the table, both wrapped in hoodies, nursing iced coffees like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

"please tell me you’re not actually going." one of them says the second she sees you. you lean against the chair across from them. "come on, it’ll be fun. fresh air, pretty views, healing moment or whatever." she just stares at you. "i’m literally still drunk." the other one nods slowly. "yeah i think if i start walking uphill right now i might pass out." you let out a small laugh. "guys…" - "no." they both say at the same time.

you tilt your head, trying one more time. "but the lagoon!" - "take pictures." one of them cuts you off, already reaching for her phone again. "we’ll hype you up from here." you sigh, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips anyway. "you’re the worst." - "we love you too!"

-

you close the door behind you and step straight into the sun. it hits you instantly. warm, almost heavy, like it’s already midday. the air feels different out here. and for a second, it lifts something in you.

when you look over at the parking lot, your mood shifts completely. they’re already there. leaning against the car, both in big sunglasses, both smoking like they’ve been waiting a while. bags at their sides. so they’re actually coming with you. of course it’s them.

you pause for half a second, watching them. then shake it off. it’s fine. everything’s fine. you were normal before all this. just friends. you can still keep it that way.

"morning, ladies!" you call out as you walk up to them. hollis is the first to react, immediately pulling you into a soft hug. "morning." he murmurs, voice still a little rough. you step back, then move over to roman. his arms wrap around you a bit tighter, a little less careful, like he doesn’t think about it. or maybe like he does."what," he smirks, "hangover?" - "you wish." you shoot back, dry. his mouth twitches slightly.

"you guys?" you ask, glancing between them. hollis flicks his cigarette to the ground, stepping on it without really looking. "i’m fine." he says, then adds with a small shrug, "the will to see that lagoon nate kept talking about is stronger." - "same!" you grin, a little too excited, but you don’t even care. for a second, it’s just that. easy. familiar. like before.

while you and hollis are already getting into it, roman just stands there beside you, finishing his cigarette, quiet, watching. you glance over at him. "…and you?" he drops the cigarette, dragging his foot over it before looking back at you. "i bet my saint laurent socks i’d come." he says casually. "and there’s no way ryan’s getting those." you shake your head, smiling, then clap your hands once, stepping back. "alright then. let’s go."

-

the drive is quiet. not awkward though - the kind of quiet where no one really has the energy to fill it. the windows are down, warm air moving through the car, carrying that faint salty smell from the ocean. the music’s low, barely there, blending into the hum of the road.

you’re in the passenger seat. roman’s driving. one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gear shift, sunglasses low on his nose, eyes hidden but focused.

hollis is in the back, slouched a little, head leaned against the window. "you good back there?" you glance over your shoulder. he hums, not really moving. "yeah. just reconsidering my life choices." you let out a small laugh. "you’re the one who insisted on coming." - "i know," he mumbles. "i regret it now tho."

you smile to yourself, letting your head fall back against the seat for a second. it’s easy again. almost too easy. like last night is sitting somewhere just out of reach, not fully gone, but not being touched either. still you feel it.

in the way roman’s hand brushes yours for a second when he shifts gears. like it’s nothing. in the way hollis’ gaze lingers on you in the rearview mirror. no one says anything. but it’s there.

-

when you finally get there, it hits you how quiet it actually is. no music. no people. just nature. the car door shuts behind you, and for a second, all you hear is wind moving softly through the trees.

you breathe out, looking around. "this is beautiful." roman stretches beside the car, rolling his shoulders. "told you it’d be worth it." hollis steps up next to you, squinting slightly in the sunlight. "let’s just hope the lagoon part isn’t a scam." - "it’s not." you grin. "i’m choosing to believe nate for once." - "dangerous." roman mutters under his breath.

the path starts easy. flat, open, winding between rows of banana plants, their leaves wide and heavy, casting soft shadows across the ground. everything is green. alive. humid.

you walk between them again. it just happens. hollis on one side. roman on the other. no one questions it. conversation comes and goes. small things. random comments. nothing that really sticks. until the path starts to shift. uphill. slow at first. then a little steeper.

"okay…" hollis exhales behind you, a quiet laugh slipping into it. "this is… worse… than i thought." roman lets out a breath too, not even trying to hide it. "who the hell planned this?" - "you agreed to it?!" you glance back at them, amused. hollis just shakes his head. roman huffs out a small laugh, stepping a little closer behind you as the path narrows. "you’re enjoying this way too much." - "i am." you smile, not even denying it.

another step. another. you hear it again. their breathing. heavier now. rougher. and suddenly your thoughts drift. would they sound the same when you…? on your knees…?

you glance at them more closely now, the way their chests rise and fall with effort, the slight tension in their brows. "fuck." hollis exhales, low, strained. heat rushes through you instantly. fuck. they both sound so hot. and you can’t help it, you’d kinda like to get those sounds out of them again. just… for a different reason. you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly like you can physically push it away. get a grip.

"what?" roman’s voice comes from right behind you now. too close. you glance over your shoulder. "nothing." his head tilts slightly, like he doesn’t believe you. "you sure?" - "mhm." he hums, unconvinced, but lets it go. for now. you turn back around, focusing on the path again, but you can feel it. his eyes still on you for a second longer before he finally looks away. a few steps pass.

then roman suddenly stops. you turn, brows pulling together. "what?" he crouches slightly, pointing at the edge of the path, half hidden between rocks and leaves. "you see that?" you follow his gaze. "roman." you deadpan immediately. "don’t." his grin spreads slowly. "what? it’s just a spider." - "don’t." you repeat, already stepping back a little. hollis lets out a quiet laugh behind you. "you’re scared of spiders?" - "i’m not scared!" you snap, defensive. "i just don’t want it near me." - "right." roman mutters, clearly not buying it.

he leans down a little more, like he’s inspecting it. "roman." you warn again, narrowing your eyes. "i swear to god-" before you can finish, a hand wraps around your wrist. then your waist. quick. sudden. hollis.

he pulls you back against him, your back hitting his chest, one arm loosely around you like he’s holding you in place. "relax." he murmurs, way too close to your ear. your breath catches. "holli-" - "what?" he says, amused. "thought you weren’t scared."

roman straightens slowly, turning toward you with that same grin, something teasing, something worse, sitting underneath it. "yeah," he adds, stepping closer. "just wanna make sure." you try to twist out of hollis’ hold, but he doesn’t fully let you go. "don’t even think about it." you say, pointing at roman, but your voice isn’t as steady as you want it to be. he takes another step closer. "think about what?" you glare at him. "roman." he lifts his hand slightly. not even holding the spider. but like he could be.

"say it." he says lightly. "say what?" you shoot back. "what you were thinking." your stomach drops. hollis’ grip shifts slightly at your waist. tighter now. just a bit. "i wasn’t thinking anything." - "mm." roman tilts his head. "don’t lie." you swallow. "say it." he repeats, softer this time.

for a second, you hold your ground. you really do. but then: "it’s nothing." you mumble. "just…your breathing." there’s a pause. roman’s expression changes just slightly. hollis goes still behind you. just for a second, they glance at each other. quick. knowing.

hollis lets go. roman drops his hand. like it’s nothing. like they didn’t just have you completely cornered. "told you." roman says casually, stepping back again. "yeah." hollis adds, quieter now. you straighten slightly, brushing your hands over your arms like you need something to do. but your heart’s still racing. your skin still warm where hollis held you. where roman stood too close. you don’t say anything. neither do they. but something shifted. again.

-

the path keeps going and somehow the tension just keeps building, like it’s sitting right under your skin now, impossible to ignore, and at some point it stops feeling like they’re pulling you in different directions and more like they’re on the same side, watching you, in sync, like they don’t even have to say anything to each other anymore.

you’re walking through the heat, sun hitting your skin, thoughts already all over the place when roman suddenly stops. "nah wait, i’m actually dying, it’s way too hot." and before you can even react his hands are already under his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one easy motion. you freeze for a second. his curls fall back into place, chains catching the light.

hollis just laughs softly, shaking his head. "you’re right." and then he does the same. now they’re both just standing there in front of you, chains dangling around their necks, v-lines and abs on display, slightly out of breath, skin glistening in the sunlight from sweat, and you can’t even pretend you’re not looking.

your heart drops straight into your stomach. lower. between your legs. fuck. "what?" roman grins immediately, catching you. "you good?" - "i… yeah. i’m good." you answer way too fast, and he just lets out a quiet laugh like he already knows. hollis steps past you then, close, and his fingers brush your cheek, "i know you are, angel." he murmurs, and it goes straight through you.

roman snorts softly, already walking ahead. "don’t worry, you can check the view from behind too. we’ll even walk slower for you." hollis laughs under his breath and you just shake your head, pushing past them again. "idiots. both of you." but they don’t even argue, just fall into step in front of you, and yeah, they are walking slower now. on purpose.

you follow behind them, trying to act normal, but your eyes keep drifting, your thoughts even worse than before, and the craziest part is: they know. both of them. and they’re not even trying to hide it anymore. it’s not you against them now. it’s them, together, playing with you. and none of you are stopping it.

-

the path curves again and then it dips, the light shifting suddenly as the trees close in a little more, shadows stretching across the ground. it gets cooler. quieter. and then you hear it.

water. soft at first. then louder. roman slows down immediately. "wait… do you hear that?" - "yeah." hollis answers, already looking ahead, brows pulling together slightly. you pick up your pace without even thinking, following the sound, the air changing the closer you get. more humid. cooler. like stepping into something hidden. and then, the entrance.

not really a cave, more like an opening in the rock, overgrown just enough to feel like you’re not supposed to find it. "no way." you breathe out. roman lets out a low laugh. "okay, nate actually did something for once." hollis steps closer, peering inside. "that’s insane."

you don’t even wait. you step in. the light shifts around you instantly, filtered through the opening above. the sound of water echoes off the stone, filling the space in this quiet, unreal way. and then you see it. the lagoon.

bright. blue. glowing like it’s not even real, the surface barely moving, surrounded by rock and greenery like it’s completely cut off from everything else. you stop. all three of you do.

"what the fuck." roman mutters under his breath. "this looks fake." hollis adds, stepping in beside you, eyes scanning everything like he’s trying to make sense of it. you don’t even answer. you’re just staring. it’s perfect. like stepping into something that doesn’t belong to the real world.

roman’s the first to move again, stepping closer to the edge, crouching slightly to look at the water. "can you even swim in that?" he asks, glancing back over his shoulder. - "i mean," hollis shrugs, stepping up behind him. "probably?" roman lets out a breath, dragging a hand over his face. "god, i’m actually overheating." - "yeah," hollis laughs softly. "same. kinda bad we didn’t bring anything to swim in."

you stand there for a second. listening. watching them. your heart picking up again, slow but steady. because yeah. that’s a problem. you don’t have anything either. you shouldn’t. you know you shouldn’t. your gaze drifts between them. shirtless. still slightly flushed from the hike. looking at the water. not looking at you. …yet.

your stomach flips. this is stupid. this is… you don’t think about it any longer. you just move. they’re still talking when you start pulling your top off. you don’t even look at them. you just do it. fabric sliding off your skin, dropping somewhere behind you. silence. you don’t stop. you keep going, pushing your shorts down, stepping out of them without hesitation, letting them fall. and only then, you glance up.

roman is staring. completely. frozen. hollis too. mid-breath. like neither of them processed what just happened yet. you tilt your head slightly, like you don’t understand the problem. "what?" you ask, casual. effortless. "i wanna swim."

roman lets out a short, disbelieving breath. hollis just looks at you like you’ve completely lost it. or like you’ve done something way worse. you take a step backward toward the water, not breaking eye contact. "you guys coming?"

you know exactly what you’re doing. the way their eyes track every movement. the way the air shifts again. heavier now. charged. and yeah, they’re definitely coming. just not for the reason you said it.

-

a little while later, roman and hollis slip into the crystal-clear, blue water with you. and just like that, everything shifts.

the atmosphere is different now. warmer. softer. more intimate. the way they look at you isn’t what you expected. you thought they’d devour you, like they’d lose control completely. but instead, they move like they’re holding something fragile. like one wrong move could ruin something important.

near the edge, the water isn’t that deep. you can still stand. your hands rest against the stone behind you, legs drifting slightly in the water.

hollis suddenly appears to your left, close. towering over you just a little. you turn your head. and there he is. his eyes catch the light reflecting off the water, making them glow in a way that almost feels unreal. like he’s looking at something he can’t quite believe is in front of him.

"y/n," he says quietly. "you’re beautiful." a small smile tugs at your lips. "you know what you’re doing to us, right?" he asks, softer now. you hold his gaze. "you knew this is how it would end." you murmur. there’s a pause. then, you feel it.

two hands, careful, sliding around your waist from behind. roman. "yeah…" his voice is low, right by your ear. "kinda did." his fingers move slowly along your side, tracing your skin, not rushing anything. just feeling. your breath shifts.

hollis lifts his hands, cupping your face gently, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "wanna hear a secret?" he asks, eyes locked on yours. you nod. he leans in slowly. you do too. waiting for him to whisper, but he doesn’t.

instead, he turns his head just slightly and presses his lips to yours. soft at first. your breath catches immediately. your knees almost give out right then and there, your body reacting before your mind can even catch up but roman’s already there, steadying you, holding you closer against him.

hollis deepens the kiss slowly, like he’s giving you time to follow, his lips moving against yours, asking instead of taking. and then you feel it. roman’s lips, warm against your shoulder. slow. dragging lightly over your skin. his body closer now, pressed against your back, his hands still at your waist, keeping you there, keeping you grounded, while everything else starts slipping.

hollis slowly pulls away from you, his eyes soft, almost dazed, looking at you like he’s completely gone. "i told you yesterday… you get to have your turn too." you murmur. a small grin pulls at his lips as his thumb brushes gently over your mouth, smearing the mix of your spit. then he pauses, blinking slightly. "fuck. i need another taste."

"told you she’s addictive." roman mutters low behind you. before you can even react, hollis pulls you back in, his hand sliding along your cheek as your lips meet again, slower this time, deeper, your tongues moving together like he’s been thinking about it all day.

roman’s hand drifts lower. "can i?" he asks quietly, right against your ear. you nod, barely. he presses you back against him, steady, grounding, while his hand slips between your legs, moving slowly, deeper, and your breathing starts to fall apart almost instantly. they hold you there, not tight, not forcing, just enough. just enough that it feels unreal. especially here.

"open your legs a little for me, baby." roman murmurs, voice darker now. you do it without thinking. hollis doesn’t stop kissing you, his lips still on yours, while roman’s fingers find your clit, circling it slowly. teasing. dragging it out. a soft moan slips from your lips.

"you sound so sweet, angel." hollis whispers against your mouth. he pulls back just enough to look at you, close, taking everything in: the way your brows pull together, the way your lips stay slightly parted, the way your body reacts to roman’s touch. it does something to him. you can see it.

he pulls you closer again, and that’s when you feel him. hard against your lower stomach. your breath catches. roman presses closer too, his body aligning behind you, and you feel him just the same. your body reacts instantly, your pussy clenching around nothing at the realization. their lips on your skin, roman’s hand between your legs, their bodies surrounding you, it’s too much. your head spins slightly. and somewhere in the middle of it all, it hits you: you don’t want control. you know they want what’s best for you. and instead of fighting it, you just let go, and let them guide you.

suddenly, roman’s grip on your waist tightens and he turns you toward him. your eyes meet his instantly:dark brown, heavy-lidded with want. "almost forgot what you taste like." he murmurs, before pulling you into a kiss.

at the same time, hollis moves behind you, gently sweeping your hair to the side before pressing soft kisses along your neck. his hands follow, sliding down your body, picking up right where roman left off. only deeper, more intense. it pulls a louder moan from you this time, and you feel both of them react, their breathing shifting, heavier now.

hollis pauses for a second. "you okay, angel?" you reach back, your hand finding his cheek. "mhm… yeah." roman’s other hand moves lower, wrapping around his dick, and the second he starts stroking slowly, a low groan slips from his lips. "baby… i need you so bad. do you- i mean…?" he asks, careful, like he’s afraid to cross a line. you nod.

"she’s so wet. her body’s giving her away." hollis murmurs behind you. then he moves you gently, lifting you slightly at your thighs, spreading your legs open for roman, holding you steady. you lean back against hollis’ chest, your head falling against him as he whispers soft, sweet things into your ear.

roman steps closer, one hand firm on your hip. with the other, he guides himself between your legs, slowly dragging the tip of his cock up and down through your slit, over your clit, your entrance, then back up again.

the water distorts everything visually, but the sensation. it’s overwhelming. doubled. "mmh. fuck… roman, please…" you whisper, looking at him. he leans in, kissing you softly, his hand brushing your cheek. "you sure?" - "please." you repeat. that’s all it takes.

he positions himself at your entrance and slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, while hollis keeps your legs open for him. your breath shakes as you take him in, your body adjusting to his size. "you’re doing so well." hollis says low, his voice vibrating against your back. you tilt your head up toward him, pulling him into another kiss just as roman starts moving inside you.

then he kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, while hollis’ hand slips between your legs, finding your clit again, circling it. the feeling is overwhelming. too much and not enough at the same time. your head falls back slightly as you moan their names, unable to hold it in.

"you’re doing so good for us, angel." hollis says calmly. you look at him again, eyes hazy. "i want you." something shifts in his gaze. darker now but still soft. roman slowly pulls out of you and you turn toward hollis. he lifts you again, hands firm under your ass, holding you up as roman stays behind you, his lips moving along your neck, your shoulders, soft, grounding.

then hollis lowers you down onto him. slow. controlled. and he’s thicker. you gasp, a louder moan slipping out. "fuck… you’re so big."

roman’s voice is right by your ear, low, soothing. "you can do it, baby. so fucking good for us." his hand finds your clit again, pressing harder this time, moving faster. and you feel it immediately. your body tightening around hollis dick, making him let out a shaky breath.

hollis fills you more and more until he’s fully inside you, and the feeling deep inside keeps building, growing heavier, more intense with every second. roman’s teeth graze your earlobe gently as he murmurs, "which one of us do you wanna cum on, baby?"

but you can’t really answer. your orgasm is already rising fast, pulling you under, and the last thing you want is for any of this to stop. "hollis. i… want… to-" hollis presses a soft kiss just beside your lips. "yeah, angel… it’s okay. we’ll get you there."

then he shifts slightly. just a small change in angle, but it hits. right there. deep inside you, the spot that makes your vision blur instantly. your breath catches, your body reacting before you can even think.

roman presses closer behind you, holding you against him, his warmth grounding you from one side while hollis moves inside you from the other, deeper, steadier, his rhythm building. roman’s hand keeps working your clit, precise, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

"you’re so tight, fuck." hollis groans, his voice breaking slightly. roman can tell from your sounds alone: you’re close. "yeah, just like that, baby… let go. we got you." he murmurs softly against your ear.

hollis looks at you, his gaze intense, almost overwhelming. "wanna be good for us?" you nod, barely. his thumb moves up slowly, pressing between your lips, and you take it without thinking, your mouth closing around it, sucking softly. "just like that. suck it while you cum for us, angel." you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, and it does something to him. something visible.

behind you, roman shifts slightly. they glance at each other. just for a second. and they both know. same thought. same goal. you. your orgasm. and then, they move faster. perfectly in sync. hollis hitting that spot inside you over and over, roman’s hand pushing you right to the edge, their bodies surrounding you completely until everything snaps.

your eyes roll back, your body going tight as the orgasm hits, hard, pulling a sound from you that gets swallowed by hollis’ thumb still between your lips. you pulse around his dick, your whole body shaking slightly as you cum, and hollis slowly pulls his thumb from your mouth, your spit dragging slightly across your lips.

"fuck. you’re so good to us." he breathes. your body is still coming down when he carefully pulls out of you, lifting you with him as he steps out of the water. roman follows right after. and just like that, you’re back between them again. like last night by the fire. they don’t rush anything. don’t ask for more.

their hands just move over you slowly, grounding, soft, keeping you there in the moment while you come down, still warm, still floating. and they stay. right there with you.

-

it takes a while before any of you move again. the water settles. your breathing slows. everything that just happened lingers in the air like something unreal, like it doesn’t fully belong to the world outside of this place.

eventually, it’s hollis who breaks it first. not with words. just by brushing his thumb lightly over your arm. "we should probably…" he starts, voice softer now. "yeah." roman finishes for him. you nod, even though none of you really want to move. but you do. slowly.

you get dressed without much talking. just small glances. soft touches that linger for half a second longer than they need to. like none of you are ready to fully let go of it yet.

when you pull your shirt back on, you catch roman watching you again. not like before. different. hollis notices too. there’s a moment where all three of you just stand there, bags at your feet, the lagoon behind you. and it hits. this doesn’t leave this place. you feel it before anyone even says it.

"we’re not…" you start, trailing off slightly. roman exhales softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "no." hollis shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, but it’s not sad. not really. "we keep this here." he says. you look at them. both of them. and something in your chest tightens just a little. "yeah." you nod. "we keep this here." roman glances back at the water for a second. "like it never happened." - "not never." hollis murmurs quietly. you look at him. he meets your eyes. "just… ours."

-

the walk back is easier. or maybe it just feels that way. you don’t talk about it. you don’t need to. but the way they walk beside you, closer now, it’s different. no teasing. no pushing.

when you’re back at the house, the world slips back into place. voices. music. someone laughing too loud. normal. you pause for just a second at the edge of the property.

roman brushes past you lightly, shoulder against yours. hollis’ hand finds your wrist for the briefest moment. then they both let go. and just like that, you step back into everything. like nothing ever changed. but it did. and all three of you know it. even if no one else ever will.

-

BLACK SEA // 4 ✦ ݁˖

pirate!rommulas x fem!reader

✦ ݁˖ the confession

the last step creaks beneath your weight. the wind meets you at once, colder than anything below deck, threading through your hair, your clothes, settling into your skin like the sea itself has been waiting for you to rise to it.

the night stretches wide and endless, the horizon swallowed whole, the water moving slow and heavy beneath the ship.

then you see him. roman.

he sits at the very edge, back turned, the dark line of his shoulders still against the open sea. a guitar rests in his hands, the final note thinning into the wind until it disappears completely. silence follows. he doesn’t turn.

"i knew you would come." your breath catches. you step forward, slow, careful, like the deck might give beneath you if you move too fast. "you’re the one who broke the stillness."

silence again. the wind pulls at him, at you, filling the space where something else should be. "i left the door open." his voice is calm. "what you did with it... was your choice."

your fingers curl slightly at your sides. "i thought you wanted me dead." the words feel smaller than they should and for a moment, nothing answers them.

"i should." he sets the guitar aside, careful in a way that doesn’t belong to a man like him. he rises. slowly. and when he turns, the moon finds him first, tracing the sharp lines of his face, the scar cutting through it, the darkness of his eyes already fixed on you.

"everything about you demands it." his voice is lower now. heavier. "you’re not just a mistake." his gaze drags over you once. "you’re the kind that ends men like me."

the wind shifts, stronger now, pulling at his shirt, revealing the faint glint of gold at his throat. you don’t move. you can’t.

"i’ve built my name on never hesitating." he continues, quieter. "men fear me because i don’t leave anything behind that can come back to haunt me." he shakes his head, like he doesn’t quite believe it himself. "and then i took you."

silence stretches.

"if i let you live..." he pauses for a second, like he shouldn’t say it out loud. "it won’t be you who pays for it." his eyes lift back to yours. "it will be me."

something tightens in your chest. the sea shifts beneath you, endless, like it’s listening.

"and still," he adds, softer now, "you’re standing here. breathing."

something shifts in your chest as he speaks. not fear. not quite. something different, something that aches.

you see it now, clearer than before. not just the man everyone fears. not just the name carried across the sea like a curse. but the fracture beneath it. the moment he falters. the way his words don’t quite hold the shape he wants them to.

you don’t move at first. you just look at him. you notice the tension in his jaw. the restraint in his eyes.

"you don’t understand it yourself, do you?" your voice is quiet. his gaze sharpens slightly, but he doesn’t interrupt you. "you speak of death like it’s already decided..." you take a step closer. "and yet you called me here."

another step. "you let the sea carry your melody to me." you continue, "knowing exactly what it would do." something flickers in his expression. "don’t." it comes low. controlled. but not strong enough to stop you.

you take one more step. closer now. close enough to feel the warmth of him beneath the cold air, close enough that the space between you no longer feels like safety, but something else entirely. his body stills. every part of him aware now.

your hand lifts, hesitates, then settles lightly at his side. not a claim. not even a touch meant to hold. just there.

his breath falters. you feel it. the shift beneath your fingertips. the tension pulling tighter instead of easing. like your touch doesn’t calm him. it unravels him. he doesn’t move. doesn’t stop you. doesn’t say anything else.

your hand moves from his side, slowly, down to his belt. his brows pull together, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, like he doesn’t quite understand what you’re about to do. and yet, he lets it happen.

your fingers trace along the leather, almost absent, following the line of it to the side, until you find the weight at his hip. metal. cold. for a second, it feels like just another part of him. until your hand closes around it. and pulls.

the movement is smooth. his pistol comes free before he can react, before the moment has time to break. you step back. just enough. the space between you shifts again. no longer fragile. dangerous.

his eyes snap to yours, something like shock breaking through. he steps forward, but you shake your head. "don’t."

he stills. watching you now, closer, sharper, as you press the barrel of his pistol against your stomach.

your pulse is loud now, but your hand doesn’t shake. his gaze locks onto it instantly. then back to you. something dark breaks through the control.

"stop." his voice cuts through the night, steady but not untouched by what stands between you. you step back.

"if i am to be the ruin of you..." you speak quietly, almost gently, like you’re offering him something instead of taking it. "... then i would rather be the end of myself."

the wind rises around you, louder now. he doesn’t move closer. but he doesn’t step back either. caught. you see it.

the moment it settles in him. the truth he buried long ago, dragged back to the surface like something the sea refused to keep.

"you said it yourself," you continue. "men like you don’t leave anything behind." your finger rests near the trigger. not pressing. not yet.

"so tell me," your eyes don’t leave his. "tell me i am nothing you would mourn."

silence crashes between you, heavier than the sea. his jaw tightens. your grip steadies. "tell me you would watch me bleed," you whisper, "and feel nothing at all," a breath. "...and i will do it."

for a moment, nothing moves. not the wind. not the ship. not him. and then he steps forward. decisive. his hand closes around your wrist at once, firm, unyielding, forcing the barrel away from you before the distance can exist again. "enough." his voice is dark.

and when his eyes find yours, he realizes it. not what you’ve done but what he has. the moment his hand stopped you, the moment he chose... it gave him away.

there is no taking that back. not from you. not from himself. his gaze falters, shifting between your eyes like he’s searching for something that might still deny it, something that might still make this untrue, but it isn’t. he let you live. and in doing so... he’s already chosen you.

the corner of your lips lifts, certain.

"i knew it."

-

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BREAK ROOM 

coworker!hollis x fem!reader smutshot

content info: mdni, grinding, orgasm denial, edging

-

new city, new college. you’d applied for a position at this little café, nothing too crazy. the requirements were simple: some barista experience, making sandwiches, being nice to customers.

easy, you thought. and apparently, they thought so too, because the second they read your application, you were hired on the spot. perfect, you figured. at least that meant your expenses were taken care of now, leaving you free to focus on school.

-

today’s your first day. morning shift, which means your alarm’s set for 5:30am but you don’t really mind. you’re motivated, a little excited even, happy about this fresh start.

you keep your outfit simple, same with your makeup, nothing too much, just cute and pretty. something that feels right for a café like this, at least in your eyes.

-

the moment you step into the café, the team is already there, waiting for you. everyone’s welcoming, easy to talk to.

they walk you through everything, show you how things run, and it’s pretty much exactly what you expected: simple + manageable and to your own surprise, you actually enjoy it. 

switching your brain off, pouring milk into coffee, tracing sweet little patterns into the foam.

-

and just like that, it’s already time for a shift change. one of your coworkers taps your shoulder with a smile. "for your first day, you did really good. welcome to the team!" - "thank you." you smile back, just as the door opens.

the little bell chimes, and someone walks in. tall. broad shoulders, the kind you notice without meaning to. your head turns before you can even think about it.

blonde hair falls over his shoulders in loose waves, pale skin, dark eyes, sharp features. you catch yourself staring, taking him in a little too closely and fuck, he’s hot. kinda sucks you won’t be the one taking his order, not with your shift already over.

but instead, he walks right up to the two of you, giving your coworker a small nod. "hi." she flushes a little, smiling back. "hi hollis." he glances at you for a second, almost questioning, then back at her. it takes her a moment to catch on, like she’s a little stuck, eyes lingering on him just a bit too long.

"oh, right, sorry… hollis, this is y/n. she just joined our team today." his eyes snap back to you, taking you in properly this time. a quick glance, up and down, then back to your face. a small smile tugs at his lips as he holds out his hand.

"hi, nice to meet you." you take it. his hand is big, veiny, cold, decorated with a few rings and dangerously pretty. "hey, you too." you say, trying to sound casual.

he gestures toward the break room with a slight tilt of his head. "gonna get ready." you nod. he turns to leave, but then he looks back once more, eyes on you again, and there’s something in the way he looks at you that gives him away.

you glance at your coworker. "does he work with us?" she nods, cheeks still a little flushed. "yeah." you let out a quiet breath, almost amused. "crazy. he doesn’t really fit the vibe here… is he nice?" she just grins, shaking her head. "he’s trouble, y/n. like, too nice. don’t get any ideas." you nod. "wasn’t planning to."

lie.

-

the next morning. you’re standing in the bathroom, almost ready, phone in your hand as you check the schedule. most of the names don’t mean anything to you, until one does. 

hollis. you look a little closer, just to be sure. yeah, he’s on the same shift as you today.

your coworker calling him trouble should probably be enough to make you not care. but it doesn’t. he’s still hot, and there was definitely something about the way he looked at you yesterday.

so when you get dressed, you reach for one of your favorite black leggings, the ones that hug you in all the right places, sitting just right and making your ass look really good without it feeling like you’re trying too hard. nothing too obvious.

-

when you get to the café, he’s already behind the counter. the bell above the door chimes and he looks up right away. a small smile. "morning, y/n." you smile back, a little caught off guard. "wow, didn’t think you’d remember my name." you can feel the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

he presses the lid onto a to-go coffee he just finished, barely looking down before his eyes lift to you again. "how could i forget?" he gives you a quick wink and turns back to his customer. and just like that, he’s already got you wrapped around his finger.

-

working with him is actually fun. he throws in a joke here and there, moves through orders like he knows exactly what he’s doing. very efficient. but that’s about it for the professional part, because holy shit, this dude does not hold back.

it doesn’t take long for him to make it clear, that he thinks you’re hot. he uses every free second to flirt with you.

you let it happen. of course you do. because fuck, hollis is hot. and the worst part? he knows it. and he knows exactly how to use it on you.

whenever he needs something from your side of the counter, he doesn’t just ask, he reaches. close enough that his hand brushes against your waist like it’s accidental.

and when it gets tight behind the counter, he slips past you in a way that feels anything but casual, his hips pressing against your ass just a little.

and when he does it again, you press back into him too, catching the way his jaw tightens for a second, the way he looks away like he’s holding something back.

even when he talks to you, he doesn’t keep distance. he leans in, looking down at you with that look, like he already knows. like he can tell exactly what this is doing to you.

-

you’ve been working for a few hours when he suddenly shows up next to you again. "hey." he says, a little lower this time, like it’s just for you. "i saw we’ve got our break at the same time." you glance up at him. "oh yeah when?"

he checks his watch for a second, then looks back at you. eyes flicking down to your lips, just briefly, before meeting your gaze again. "twenty minutes."

-

the twenty minutes pass fast, and before you know it, you’re both heading toward the break room.

he lets you walk ahead, of course he does, and you don’t even have to look back to know his eyes are on you, dragging a little lower than they should.

you push the door open and step inside, the quiet of the room settling around you instantly. a small contrast to the café. 

the break room isn’t much. just a table, three chairs, a fridge in the corner, and a small shelf stacked with a few random magazines and books. above the door, there’s a big clock ticking quietly. you glance up at it, then grin.

hollis notices it immediately. "what’s so funny?" you shake your head, still smiling a little. "nothing. just the clock. kinda big for such a small room."

he glances up at it, then nods. "yeah, you’re right." a small pause, then a shrug. "but they’re weird about breaks here. like, really strict. give it exactly ten minutes and someone’s gonna knock on that door so the next shift can come in." you raise a brow. "it’s that serious?"

"yeah." he says, leaning back in his chair, eyes still on you. "so if you were planning on eating something… now’s your time. clock’s ticking."

you nod and get up, walking over to your bag. you pull out a protein bar and an apple, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. 

you sit back down across from him, unwrapping the bar. "you’re not eating?" his gaze lingers a second too long. "nah,” he says. "hungry for something else."

you feel the words hit low in your stomach, instant, and you shake your head, a small breath leaving you. "so you’re not even trying to take it slow, huh?"

he shifts in his chair, casual, but his shirt rides up just slightly as he does. revealing a little of his v-line. his eyes stay on you the whole time. 

"why would i?" he says, like it’s obvious. "i know what i like."

you tilt your head slightly, playing along, even if your heartbeat just picked up. "and what’s that supposed to be?"

he doesn’t even hesitate. just nods toward you, spreading his legs a little as he leans back in his chair, completely at ease. "you."

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, your heartbeat impossible to ignore. for a second, you don’t even know what to say.

he lets out a quiet laugh, like he can see right through you. "pretty sure there’s something you’d enjoy more than that protein bar." he adds.

you choke on it for a second, looking at him in disbelief. "you’re actually that full of yourself, huh?"

he just huffs a quiet laugh, like it’s not even a question. his hands tap against his thighs, unbothered. "i’m just saying... i’m pretty sure you’d end up on my lap if i told you to."

your stomach flips at that, heat creeping up your neck, but you force a shrug, leaning back like you don’t care. "you haven’t even asked ye-" 

he immediately cuts you off: "sit."

-

only a few minutes later, you’re grinding against his bulge, straddling his lap, riding him through the fabric. his hands are on your hips, guiding you, moving you against him, while your fingers stay tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

your lips move against his, hungry, messy, like neither of you is even trying to hold back anymore. you can taste him on your tongue, and it makes your head spin. your breathing turns uneven. he kisses so fucking good.

his hands slip under your top, warm against your bare skin, and he doesn’t hesitate for a single second. one stays firm on your hip, keeping you right where he wants you, while the other moves higher, cupping your breast.

the sensation hits instantly, pulling a soft moan from you straight into his mouth.

"so needy." he murmurs against your lips, voice low, almost amused, as his hand drifts lower, over your stomach, until it presses between your thighs, right over the fabric of your leggings.

the fabric is so thin you can feel his fingers perfectly through it, every small movement, every shift. your hips push forward just slightly, instinctive, and the second he hits the right spot, your breath gives you away.

his thumb starts moving slow circles over you through the fabric, right over your clit, and it makes your vision blurry.

his other hand keeps you pressed down against him, holding you there, while he keeps kissing you, deep and hungry, like he’s starving for you.

then he pulls your shirt up, exposing your boobs. his mouth is on you instantly, sucking on one of your nipples while his thumb presses harder against your clit.

you can’t hold it in, a soft moan slipping out again as the feeling inside you tightens, building faster than you expected. "mmpf... fuck, hollis, i think i’m gonna-"

a sudden knock at the door.

hollis pulls away immediately. like nothing ever happened. he lifts you off him, and you fix your top right away, dropping back into the chair across from him, breathing uneven, not fully processing.

the door opens. "break’s over, back to work." hollis is already on his feet, casual as ever, giving a small nod. "coming."

for a split second, while no one’s looking, he adjusts himself, tucking his boner into his waistband, erasing any trace of what just happened, while you sit there, finishing the last bite of your protein bar like you didn’t almost lose it two seconds ago.

you look at him, still a little dazed, "fuck, that was close." he glances at you, smug. "so were you." you just shake your head. "asshole."

-

the rest of the shift feels like torture. he touches you whenever he can get away with it, and you do the same, neither of you able to keep your hands or your eyes off each other.

-

end of shift. you’re cleaning up together, packing your things, standing close again, and you look up at him.

"what are you doing tonight?" - "nothing. why?" he already knows what you´re gonna ask. "wanna finish what you started? at my place?"

he bites the inside of his cheek for a second, then lets out a quiet, amused breath. "nah."

you tilt your head, brows pulling together. "nah?"

you look at him, thrown off, because everything in you still wants him, and after all that teasing, all that tension, he’s just saying no?

"not tonight." he cuts in, stepping a little closer. "i’m looking forward to my next break with you." his eyes drop, just for a second, then back up. "and i’ll do whatever i can to you in those ten minutes. deal?"

your stomach twists, heat pooling low as your heartbeat throbs heavy between your legs, and you bite your lip, holding back a smile.

"god, y/n... you’re so easy to read." he passes you again, just a little too close, pressing his boner against your ass like a quiet promise of what’s waiting for you. and it works.

at the door, he turns back and gives you a quick wink. "see you soon."

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HOLIDAY HOME

virgin!nerd!hollis x fem!reader smutshot

content info: mdni, fem!reader, virgin!hollis, taking virginity, oral (f+m receiving), p in v, creampie, aftercare, secret relationship

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"we haven´t done this in so long!" your mom says, way too excited as she stuffs the last few clothes into her suitcase. "honestly, i wouldn´t have minded if we kept it that way." you mutter, already annoyed. "oh come on, it’s gonna be great!" you roll your eyes. "yeah, for you and dad." she pauses, glancing up at you. "i’m sure there’s something in it for you too. hollis is coming. he’s studying math now, he could probably help you with your final paper. seems like he´s taking things a bit more seriously than you are." you just scoff at that, grabbing your suitcase and dragging it outside. your dad is already waiting by the car, smiling like this is the best idea anyone’s ever had. "so, ready?" he asks. you force a smile, not even answering as you slide into the backseat.

great. your parents had the brilliant idea to reconnect with their friends after ten years. one full week. in a holiday house. and obviously, it was very important that you came along, since their friends were bringing their kids too. a whole week with your parents, your mom’s best friend and her husband, their daughter amy and their son mike, and your dad’s best friend with his wife and their son, hollis.

six parents. four kids. doesn’t sound that bad on paper. except the last time you checked, they were all boring as fuck. while college is more of a background thing for you, something you’ll deal with eventually, because going out, living a little, actually feeling something matters more right now, they’re all about grades, plans, structure, and being boring. and this? a whole week of that? a nightmare.

by now you´re already on the road. your parents are in the front, way too excited, talking over each other like this is some kind of dream vacation. you´re in the backseat, headphones in, phone in your hand, texting your best friend.

you: can’t believe i’m actually going

bestie: i still don’t get why ur going babe. gonna miss u at the party tonight. who am i supposed to kiss when i´m drunk???

you: oh girl pls you´ll find someone in like 2 seconds but you better make up for it, i’ll be stuck with a bunch of nerds for a week

bestie: STOPPP good luck fr

you: thanks i’ll need it. have fun for me. please.

bestie: always!! u take care tho okay??

you: don´t worry, i´ll survive. ly <3

you lock your phone, letting it fall into your lap as you lean your head against the window. outside, everything blurs into the same picture. tree after tree passing by, endless. two hours later the car slows down. you look up, blinking as the house comes into view. big. modern. wide windows, the kind of place that probably looks even better at night with all the lights on. "at least it’s not a total dump." you mumble under your breath as you step out of the car. "i’m choosing to ignore that." your mom says lightly, already handing you your suitcase. then she walks over to your dad, slipping her hand into his, her whole face lighting up like this is exactly what she’s been waiting for. "this is gonna be so much fun!"

you already notice two more cars in the driveway, and the moment you step inside the house it´s loud. you’re the last ones to arrive. great. so you’ll probably get whatever room is left. everyone gathers in the entryway almost immediately, a big round of hellos, people smiling, hugging, talking about how long it’s been, how crazy it is, how much everyone’s grown. you do your best to play along, forcing polite smiles, pretending you’re not already over it. amy and mike are there too.

amy is your age, mike a couple years older. and saying hi to them feels weird. stiff. they’re so... proper. amy’s wearing this soft yellow dress, flowy and pretty, but long enough to make sure not too much skin shows, like it was picked with someone watching over her shoulder. and mike, of course, pressed slacks, a polo shirt, everything neat, everything in place. like they stepped straight out of some picture perfect family brochure. you can already tell. they’re exactly how you remembered them. painfully put together. painfully boring.

your mom glances around then, scanning the room. "where’s hollis?" she asks. his mom smiles calmly. "he’s upstairs, he still has to finish a physics assignment." your mom nods, almost impressed. "that’s wonderful, really. i’m so glad he’s here. y/n could use a bit of help with her math paper." her hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a light pat, and you force another smile. his mom immediately picks up on it. "i’m sure he’ll be happy to help. hollis has become such a reliable, helpful young man." of course he has. "come, i’ll take you up to him." you glance at your mom, silently asking for backup, but she just nods at you like go on, do something useful for once. you shrug her hand off your shoulder and follow hollis’ mom up the stairs, step by step, while the noise downstairs fades into a blur of laughter and voices.

upstairs, she knocks against one of the closed white wooden doors. "come in." a deeper voice calls from inside. she opens the door. "hi sweetheart, y/n is here!" you step into the room, eyes landing on him sitting at a desk, finishing the last word on a page before he finally turns toward you. "oh, hi, it’s nice to see you again!" he says with a soft smile. oh god. you can’t help it. everyone here is so overly polite, so well mannered, it makes you want to turn around and leave. "hi." you say, keeping it casual, already half over it, when his mom picks up the conversation again. "y/n’s mom mentioned she has a math paper due soon and could use a bit of help. would you mind supporting her a little this week?" he nods immediately. "of course. i just need to finish this, but after dinner i should have time." you open your mouth: "it doesn’t have to be that soo-" - "perfect!" she cuts you off, tapping your shoulder again like this is already settled. "then you two have a little study date tonight!" she even tilts her head, like she just made the funniest joke. a date. with him? yeah. no. "yeah, uh, sure." you mumble, already trying to move past it.

"other question. what room is still free? i’ll just drop my stuff off." she leads you back into the hallway, a little further down, until she stops in front of a door. "this one’s yours." a small single room. placed right between hollis’ parents’ room on one side and your parents’ on the other. great. just great.

a few hours later you’ve settled in, unpacked your things, had dinner with everyone, and while amy and mike actually volunteered to do the dishes, you’re now stuck with hollis for math tutoring. "and i thought this was supposed to be a vacation." you mumble under your breath as you walk up to his door, laptop and books in your hands, knocking lightly. this time there’s no voice, just footsteps approaching, and then the door opens. hollis stands in front of you, looking down at you and for the first time you really notice how much taller he is. "come in." he says, stepping aside, gesturing toward the chair next to him at his desk.

outside, the sun is already setting, the room dim except for the warm glow of a desk lamp. you drop into the chair, spreading your things out across the table while he closes the door behind you and sits down next to you, leaving a noticeable amount of space between you. "so, what do you need help with?" he asks calmly. you open your laptop, explaining everything you’ve got going on, trying to keep it simple, but of course he gets it immediately. starts talking like it’s nothing. using terms your brain doesn’t even bother processing, like it already decided to check out.

while he keeps talking about formulas that mean absolutely nothing to you, you take the opportunity to actually look at him. up close. he’s wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough, black slacks, and a watch on his wrist, subtle, but definitely expensive. his hair is long, light blonde, tied back neatly, though one loose strand has slipped free, softening the whole too-put-together look just a little. there’s a pair of glasses sitting on his nose, thin, almost transparent frames. you let your gaze linger a second longer. and honestly... aside from all the nerd shit, he’s kind of cute. his features are sharp, defined, his lips soft, fuller than you expected, and his voice is low. you almost smile to yourself. maybe this week won’t be that boring after all... if he plays along.

but he hasn’t looked at you once. not really. he’s completely focused, eyes on the screen, occasionally scribbling formulas and notes onto the paper beside him while you just nod along like you understand anything he’s saying. and that’s when it turns into a game for you. "wait," you interrupt him softly, tilting your head a little. "it’s kinda warm in here." you shrug off your black zip-up, just a little too slow, stretching your arms slightly as you pull it off, letting the movement linger. underneath, a white tank top with thin straps, just sheer enough for the dark red of your bra to faintly show through. his eyes flick down to your chest, just for a second. not like he had much of a choice. but then he’s right back to your laptop. "can we continue?" he asks, like nothing happened. almost. because a second later, there’s a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. you lean back slightly, watching him now instead of the screen. nerds... so easy to mess with.

the next stretch of time, you lean in a little more than necessary, giving him small glimpses down your neckline he sometimes can’t quite ignore. every now and then, you pretend you need to look closer at the laptop, shifting nearer, letting your knee brush against his. or leaning in so he can catch the faint trace of your perfume. and just when it starts to get interesting, when you’re about to push it a little further, he suddenly slides his chair back, putting space between you again, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "i think that’s enough for today. it’s probably better if we continue tomorrow." you shake your head lightly. "no, it’s fine, i can keep listening." he gently closes your laptop, his cheeks still tinted pink. "you seem a little distracted. and i’d like to get some sleep soon. we can continue tomorrow, after breakfast, if that works for you." he slides your things back over to you. right. so he is boring. "okay," you say with a small smile, standing up. "then see you tomorrow. goodnight." as you walk toward the door, you let your hips sway just a little more than usual and you can feel his gaze on you. you smile to yourself as you close the door behind you. yeah, this isn’t over.

the next morning, you actually wake up feeling well rested. the bed turned out way more comfortable than expected, sunlight spilling softly across your face as you blink your eyes open. and somehow, after last night, after him, this place already feels a little more bearable than you thought it would. you make your way downstairs, stepping into the dining room where, of course, the overachievers aka amy and mike are already up. the table is set, everything neat, everything in place. of course it is. well, at least you didn’t have to do it.

"good morning!" your mom calls the second she sees you, walking straight over. "look at you! you already seem happier than yesterday!" - "yeah, it’s not that bad." you admit, and she immediately pulls you into a hug. "see? i told you." you greet the others, slipping into something polite again, helping carry the last few things to the table. amy and mike are talking about college, and somehow you get pulled into it, even though it becomes obvious pretty quickly that you’re not exactly on the same page. and then, footsteps. you glance up and it hits you a little harder than it should.

hollis is coming down the stairs, less put together than yesterday. his hair is still slightly messy from sleep, falling softer around his face, his glasses sitting low on his nose. he’s wearing a gray hoodie, casual. nothing like the sharp, clean look from last night. and somehow it makes him look even better. something about it, the lack of perfection, the way it softens him. "good morning." he says polite, directed at everyone as he steps into the room. you take him in for a second, then roll your eyes. right. looks like that and still sounds like someone’s favorite teacher’s pet. he’s still a nerd. just... a hot one.

during breakfast, your parents start making plans for a hike. amy and mike are immediately in. when they ask hollis, he hesitates for a second before mentioning that you two had planned to study, and your mom is right there to support it, saying there’ll be plenty of time for hiking later in the week. so you don’t even have to say anything. it’s already decided for you. and just like that, it looks like the two of you will have the house to yourselves.

once breakfast is over and everyone’s brought their dishes to the kitchen, hollis steps up next to you for a moment, a little more hesitant now. "i hope it’s okay that we’re not coming with them. do you want to come upstairs now?" you look up at him, giving him an almost innocent smile. "it’s fine. i think studying will help me more than nature right now. i’m just gonna take a quick shower and then i’ll come up." he nods a bit too quickly. "okay. see you in a bit." and then he’s gone.

and so you get ready. you take your time in the shower, already knowing exactly what you’re doing. when you step back into your room, you pick out a white matching set, delicate, barely there, and pull on a pair of low rise sweatpants over it, loose enough to sit just right on your hips, paired with a tight croptop. it’s the kind of outfit that looks harmless at first glance. effortless. but just enough to make someone look twice. to make him look twice. your makeup stays light. you spray on that sweet perfume, the one you always get compliments on and let your hair fall naturally, loose waves brushing over your shoulders.

yeah, this is gonna be hard for him. even if he’s a little uptight, you’re sure a guy who looks like that isn’t exactly inexperienced. he just doesn’t seem like the type to show it. especially not around his parents. and then the front door closes downstairs. voices fade. quiet settles into the house. they’re all gone. perfect. it´s just you and him now.

you knock on his door again, laptop and books in your arms, just like yesterday. only this time, the plan is different. he opens almost immediately. his eyes flick over you, quick, taking you in and then he looks away again, a little too fast. yeah, it’s working. "ready to continue?" he asks, trying to sound composed. "yes, sir." you laugh, stepping past him into the room. you both sit down like yesterday, same positions, same setup.

at first, you play along. you listen, nod here and there, act like you’re following what he’s saying. but your attention drifts quickly. your eyes settle on his lips while he talks. you lean in a little more than necessary, stretch slowly, subtle, but not innocent. he pauses eventually, turning his head slightly toward you. "do you need a break? you seem distracted." you look up at him, letting the silence sit for a second. "maybe," you say quietly, your voice softer than before. your knee brushes his, and this time you don’t move it away. "i mean... we don’t have to do this right now, do we?" he looks at you like he’s trying to figure you out. what you’re implying. your gaze flicks down to his lips for just a second. "we said we would study." he says, but there’s hesitation in it now. you smile faintly, leaning just a little closer. "yeah, we did." you murmur. "but we also have the whole house to ourselves." your fingers tap lightly against the table, closer to his hand than they need to be. 

his gaze drops to your hands, then back up to you. nervous. his breathing picks up, uneven, and he swallows hard, but he doesn’t pull away. he just sits there, tense, caught in it. "what are you doing?" he asks, voice quieter now, a slight shake to it as he looks at you through his glasses. you press your lips together for a second before answering, a hint of a smile playing on them. "i see the way you’re looking at me." he exhales. "you’re not exactly making it easy to look away." it catches you off guard, that kind of honesty, but it only makes the tension sharper. your fingers brush over his hand, testing, like you’re seeing how far you can go. then you look at him again. "you know exactly what this is." his cheeks flush deeper. "can i?" you ask, sweet, tilting your head slightly as you gesture toward his lap. he hesitates, just for a second, then nods, leaning back, giving you space. you don’t wait. you shift forward, settling onto him, and suddenly there’s no distance left. your faces only inches apart.

the second you’re sitting on him, you understand why he got so flustered. you can feel it, how hard he is beneath you already. fuck. you almost have to suppress a smile. you move slightly and feel the subtle reaction, the way his dick presses up against you, twitching slightly through the fabric. either you’ve really gotten to him, or it’s been a while since he’s been this close to a girl.

"you’re so careful," you murmur, watching him. "touch me." you take his hands, guiding them to your hips, pressing them there. "i know you want to." his grip tightens almost instantly, pulling you a little closer, like he can’t quite help himself, still unsure, but not pulling away anymore either. "i’ve wanted to kiss you," you whisper, close to his ear. "since yesterday, actually." his pupils widen, gaze dropping to your lips. "then do it." he says, voice unsteady. you smile, just a little, before wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, leaning in until your lips meet his. at first it’s soft. careful. almost hesitant. then a little deeper. he kisses well but still restrained, like he’s holding something back.

you stay like that for a while, caught in it, kisses deepening, slow at first, then messier, tongues brushing, quiet moans slipping past your lips as your fingers tangle into his hair. the tension builds and builds until you can’t take it anymore. "hollis, fuck, i need you..." you kiss him again, harder this time, pressing down against him through the fabric, feeling the way he twitches beneath you. "... to fuck me. now." you lean back slightly, just enough to look at him. expecting him to finally lose that control, to grab you, to throw you onto his bed, to do what you´re both aching for.

but he doesn’t. instead, something shifts in his expression. something like... panic? he still looks nervous, his hands exactly where you placed them earlier, like he doesn’t quite know what to do next. "hey, is everything okay?" you ask, brows pulling together slightly. "sorry, maybe i was a bit too fast, we don’t have to-" just as you start to move off him, he gently catches your wrists, stopping you. "n-no, i- i want you, but..." you raise an eyebrow. "but?" he bites his lip, clearly searching for the right words, avoiding your eyes. "what?" you press. "i just... i’ve never... done this before." you blink. "what? this? ...sex?" he nods, a little embarrassed now, gaze dropping to the floor. "mhm." that you didn’t expect. especially not from him. and somehow, it only makes something inside you tighten more. you notice how nervous he is, how unsure. you smile slightly. "well," you murmur, tilting your head, "now that you’re helping me with math... it’s only fair i teach you something too, right?" 

he looks at you again and something shifts. the panic in his eyes fades, replaced by something darker. you smile, taking his hand. "come." you guide him to the bed, pushing him down gently before climbing over him again, settling right where you were before. your lips find his, slower this time, your hand sliding up into his hair as you kiss him, taking your time until you break away just enough to trail down his jaw, his neck, pressing softer, slower kisses there. he exhales shakily beneath you. you pull his hoodie off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without looking, your eyes already on him again.

he’s trained. soft skin, warm under your hands, a few subtle gold chains resting against his collarbones. it does something to you. you can feel your panties getting wetter. your lips move again, slower now, more deliberate, tracing down his collarbones, the center of his chest, lower, letting every second drag just a little longer than necessary. you feel him tense under you. feel the way his breath changes. you stop just above his waistband. look up at him. "you okay?" you murmur. "mhm," he nods quickly, eyes locked on you, like he doesn’t want to miss a single second. like he wouldn’t dare look away. and the way he’s looking at you now, yeah, that’s exactly what you wanted.

you pull his pants down and his hard cock springs free immediately. and damn, he’s big, veiny, the tip already glistening with precum. just the sight alone makes your pussy clench. he’s going to feel so good. you wrap your hand around him, and he twitches at the contact instantly. "tell me if i should stop." you say softly, watching him for a second before you lean down, your tongue teasing over him. hollis lets out a small whimper, and the moment you finally take him into your mouth, a deep "fuck" slips from his lips. you move slowly at first, lips wrapped around him, your tongue tracing over the tip, watching closely as he falls apart more and more beneath you, every second turning him into a complete mess.

then suddenly his dick twitches more, his whole body tensing and hollis gently grips your hair. "wait. i’m gonna-" he gasps. you pull away immediately. "not yet," you murmur, breath slightly uneven. "i need you." you push your sweatpants down as well, kicking them off before moving back up over him, kissing him deeply again. this time his hands are different, more confident, roaming your body, gripping a little tighter until he pulls your crop top over your head. through the thin white bra, he can see the outline of your nipples, and he bites his lip at the sight. you can feel how much he wants you. "so..." you tilt your head playfully, looking at him. "you wanna fuck me now?" he looks up at you, needy, almost desperate. "yeah, but-" - "don’t worry," you whisper softly. "i got you." you lean down to kiss him again, slow and deep, as your hand guides his dick through your slit, teasing your clit just enough to make you both gasp softly into each other’s mouths.

finally, you align his throbbing cock with your entrance, giving hollis one last look. "you sure?" - "yes, baby, please." the horniness is getting to him, making him call you pet names now, but you love it. "you’re gonna feel so fucking good. i just know it." you whisper, and then you slowly lower yourself onto his whole length, the stretch feeling overwhelming but so so good. you moan out, and so does he, his grip tightening on your hips now. "how do i feel?" you ask, voice raspy. "s-so good," he whimpers, making your pussy clench around him, making him moan out again.

you start moving on his dick, riding him, careful at first until you feel him growing more confident, more needy. "wanna make me cum?" you ask, looking down at him, almost losing it at the feeling and the sight. he nods. "fuck. yes, show me." you take one of his hands, guiding it to your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips, sucking it, spreading your saliva over it before guiding his hand between your legs, right to your clit. "move it against me, don’t press too hard." he does exactly what you say immediately and yeah, he is and stays a nerd, because no matter what he does, he does it too well.

he immediately feels the way you tighten around him, and before he can control it, the feeling takes over. "fuck, y/n, i’m c-" - "it’s okay, baby." you say as you ride him through it, pressing soft kisses to his neck while you feel him finish inside you. his hands are still trembling against your body when you lean back, looking down at him. "shit, i’m sorry, i couldn’t really control it anymore." you press a soft kiss to his lips. "for your first time, that lasted longer than expected." he smiles a little crooked. "but... you didn’t come, did you?" you slide off him, lying down next to him before pulling him between your legs. "well, you can still change that. if you want."

he moves between your legs, pulling your panties slightly to the side before running his tongue over your swollen clit once, making you gasp. "like that?" he asks, looking up at you. "circle it." you say softly, and he does exactly what you asked for. again, too good. then you feel two of his fingers at your entrance, and he looks up at you for approval. you nod. "yes, please, hollis." he groans against your clit, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver through you. he starts moving his fingers inside you, slow at first, while his tongue keeps working you so perfectly that he can already feel you tightening again. "keep going, baby," you moan. "don’t stop." he picks up the pace, a little more pressure on your clit, and suddenly you’re pulsing on him, your vision going slightly blurry from the intensity. he comes back up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "was that good?" he asks. you shake your head in disbelief. "you’re lying. that wasn´t your first time." he lets out a small, almost proud laugh. "well... it really was."

you’re about to say something when you suddenly hear keys at the door downstairs. then it opens, voices filling the house. "we’re back!" you and hollis freeze, eyes snapping to each other in shock. "fuck!" slips out of you as you both jump into motion, scrambling to gather everything, pulling your clothes back on as fast as possible. you try to fix your hair, running your fingers through it, rushing over to open the window while hollis gets dressed and quickly rearranges the desk, making it look like you’ve been studying the whole time.

a knock at the door. "come in." hollis says, voice suddenly calm again. the door opens, and it’s your moms standing there. "so?" your mom smiles, looking at hollis. "is she making any progress?" he nods quickly. "yeah- yeah, i have a good feeling." - "great!" she says, satisfied, brushing a hand over your shoulder as she turns to leave. "maybe take a little break, you two," hollis’ mom adds gently, eyeing you both. "you look a bit tired." and then the door closes again. the second it does, the tension drops. "just in time." you laugh quietly. he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "y/n... what did you do to me?" you look at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "oh, we’re not done yet." his pupils widen for a split second. "i hope not." 

after that, you decide to head back to the others to have lunch together. hollis’ dad wants to go out with him for a while in the afternoon, and you’ve made plans with your mom, amy, and amy’s mom to play cards. it turns into a light, easy afternoon. laughing, talking, passing time, until you all meet again at dinner. hollis and his dad arrive a little later, and the moment he walks in, your eyes meet. he flushes instantly, and you know exactly what that means: how hard he has to fight to keep it together, not to get hard or give anything away in front of everyone.

"so, how was it?" you call out to hollis from across the room, loud enough for everyone to hear. "tiring, but we got some really nice views," he replies casually. "you must be thirsty," you say, and he nods. "come on, i’ll get you something." your mom gives his mom a playful look, leaning in slightly. "see? i told you they’d get along." you pretend you didn’t hear it, already heading toward the kitchen, hollis following right behind you. "hey, i could’ve gotten something myself." he says once you’re alone. "i know." you reply, glancing up at him through your lashes. "i just wanted you to myself." he tilts his head. "why?" you step a little closer. "come to my room tonight." he leans back slightly, a quiet breath leaving him. "your room is right between our parents’ rooms. you do know that, right?" - "yeah," you shrug lightly. "that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?" he just shakes his head, a small grin pulling at his lips. "you’re gonna be the end of me." and then he slips past you, walking back into the living room like nothing ever happened.

the evening stays calm, easy, almost too normal. there’s some wine, good conversations, soft laughter before everyone slowly drifts off to bed. you wash your makeup off, pull on an oversized sleep shirt, slipping into bed with just that and a thong. moonlight spills through the window, casting soft shadows across the room, the house completely still. but everything in you isn’t. you’re restless, pulse quick, anticipation sitting heavy in your chest as you stare at the door, waiting for it to open. 

he makes you wait. long enough for doubt to creep in, until finally, the door opens slowly, quietly, and there he is. hollis. low sweatpants, no shirt. the moonlight catches him just right, outlining the shape beneath the fabric, making it impossible to ignore how hard he already is - he couldn’t stop thinking about it either. you sit up, and he’s already there, stepping closer, leaning down to kiss you without hesitation this time. "i can’t believe you’re making me do this." he whispers against your lips. you smile softly into the kiss. "turn around." he says quietly. and for a second, you pause, caught off guard by the sudden shift in him.

he grabs your hips, pulling you back against him. you’re on all fours when you feel him push your thong to the side, his fingers sliding through your slit. "so wet for me already," he whispers. you lower your upper body, pressing down into the sheets, arching your back just a little more for him. "all yours." you murmur. you hear him shift behind you, more urgent now, and then feel him guide himself against you, dragging the tip of his dick through your wetness, coating himself with your juices slowly before pressing right against your entrance.

he slowly pushes into you, his grip on your hips firm, like he’s pulling you back onto him as his head falls back slightly. "god." he breathes out once he’s fully inside you. then he starts moving. slow at first. and somehow, he feels even better than earlier. you try to stay quiet, biting back the sounds, but when he picks up the pace, something slips out of you anyway. a soft moan you can’t quite hold in. immediately, hollis leans forward, his hand coming up to your throat, gentle but firm, pulling you back against him just enough so he can press his other hand over your mouth. "you asked for this..." he murmurs, his voice low, breath warm against your ear as he thrusts again, harder this time, "...so you’re gonna take it just like that."

you should’ve known. you knew from the start there was more to him. and fuck. his words only make you tighten around him even more.

and like the nerd he is, he already learned from earlier. while one of his hands is still covering your mouth, the other moves between your legs, finding your clit, circling it just the way you showed him. he fucks into you so deep it makes your vision blur, your breathing uneven, almost impossible to control but he doesn’t stop. he feels the way you tighten around him, again and again, and then you notice it, how he tenses too, his breath getting heavier, trying just as hard to stay quiet. "fuck," he whispers. "baby... cum with me." and it only takes a few more thrusts before he does, finishing inside you. the way his dick twitches deep inside pushing you right over the edge with him. his movements slow, softer now, as he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder, your ear, your cheek.

later you’re lying next to each other, his arm wrapped around you, both of you just enjoying the quiet closeness for a moment until he slowly sits up. you look at him, a little confused. "you’re not staying?" - "i’d love to," he says honestly, glancing toward the door, "but if my parents find out, i’m dead." you let out a soft laugh. "oh, so i’m a bad influence now?" he holds your hand a second longer than necessary, a small smile tugging at his lips. "no... you feel too good for that." he leans down to kiss you one more time. soft, lingering, before finally getting up and slipping out of the room.

from that point on, the week feels way too short. what started as a game, turns into something you can’t really put into words. you take every chance you get. in the bathroom, door locked, trying to stay quiet. on his desk again, papers pushed aside like they don’t matter anymore. in the kitchen while everyone’s outside, hearts racing at every little sound and once, even outside, in the middle of the night, under the stars, the air cool against your skin while everything between you burns. and somehow you never get caught. not once

then it’s over. departure day. everyone’s standing by the door, suitcases packed. "we should do this every year!" your mom says, smiling like this week was exactly what she hoped for. everyone agrees. you don’t say much. you just look at him. hollis. standing there like always, calm, polite, put together. but his eyes find yours. and there’s something in them now. he gives you the smallest wink. barely there. "yeah," he says softly, a knowing smile on his lips. "we should." 

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