celly

𓆰♱𓆪 ⛪︎

That whole thing had stirred something loose in you, and you couldn't help it. For the most part you'd made your peace with what Hollis had done — he'd done what he had to — but your mind wouldn't let it go. Not all of it. Just one thing, the same thing, coming back on a loop at the worst moments: the shoes. Twelve pairs lined up too neatly along that basement wall, all different sizes, like they were waiting for someone who wasn't coming. You'd think about something else entirely and then there they'd be again, sitting at the back of your mind quiet and insistent.

Somehow, the gunshots you managed to file away. The grip on your leg, the blood — those you could quite reason through. But the shoes you couldn't explain, and the not explaining was what stayed with you.

At night you'd wake two or three times, jolting out of sleep, heart hammering. Once, Hollis caught you like that — he didn't make a thing of it. You were in the passenger seat, so he just reached over, touched your face gently, then left his hand resting on your upper thigh, drawing slow, shapeless patterns into your skin until you drifted back under. At least when you were in the same bed, all you had to do was press yourself against him and he'd hold you back. That certainty alone was something.

And that was the easiest part about all that, even though he'd noticed — he didn't meet you with impatience or questions you didn't know how to answer. You knew because of the small things. It was in the way he'd move with caution around you. Three days after the house, you'd flinched hard at a car backfiring on the road beside you, and when you looked over at him he was already watching you, steady and quiet, like he'd been waiting for exactly that and already knew what to do about it, which was softly caress your thighs, reassuring. He was just there. And he did not make it strange.

One night, in a town you were passing through, he insisted on going out. You were still too hollowed out and tried to refuse, but he insisted upon it in such a lovely way you gave in. You put on a simple mid-length dress, your boots, and a jacket Hollis draped over your shoulders before you'd even thought to reach for one.

You went to a bar and had dinner together — a decent meal, for the first time in what felt like forever. It was a simple small town bar, a candle on the table, a bartender who called you folks, someone playing guitar in the corner badly enough to be charming. From the outside it must have looked like a date. And somewhere between the bread basket and the main course you caught yourself thinking exactly that — this feels like a date — and underneath it, quieter: we are on the middle of nowhere, a man is probably dead on our account and I am sitting here thinking about how this feels like a date. You let the thought pass through you and didn't pull on it. You picked up your fork and kept eating and let yourself have it, just for tonight.

After you ate, you went through rounds of drinks. Hollis, oddly enough, had taken it upon himself to introduce you to alcohol. You tried beer, then whiskey — a good one, he said, though you couldn't tell the difference — then vodka, then tequila. They were all terrible. You had a sip of each and Hollis finished the rest.

"Alright, I think you're just not a drinker," he said. "Or maybe—"

He glanced at the menu and said something to the bartender. A round glass arrived, filled with something red, and you sipped it cautiously. For the first time it was actually good — didn't taste like alcohol at all. You looked up at Hollis with wide eyes and a wide smile.

"Jackpot," he smiled back. "Guess my girl has a sweet tooth."

His girl, you thought.

The drink was dangerous. You ordered another, and by the fourth round you felt lighter than air. Hollis was delighted watching you like this — loose and unguarded — and he was a little drunk himself, you thought, laughing more openly than usual.

You were humming along to the country song playing through the bar, not really thinking about anything, when you felt his eyes on you. Too steady, too intent. It made your cheeks warm and your breath go short — he could have the softest, most unhurried eyes of any man you'd ever met. Maybe of anyone. You wanted to kiss him, but not with all these people around.

"Can we go back?" you asked, your voice easy and light.

"Sure, honey." He was on his feet before you'd finished the sentence.

He settled the tab and then you were out on the street, the night air hitting you clean and cold after the warmth of the bar. You walked close enough that your arm kept brushing his, and at some point his hand found yours and stayed there. Neither of you said anything about it. The street was quiet and the motel wasn't far and the cold felt good against your warm skin, and you thought: I could get used to this. Matter of fact, you were getting used to it. And you held his hand tighter anyway.

Back in the room, Hollis stepped inside and started shrugging off his jacket, completely unaware that you'd been standing in the doorway watching him in silence for a full minute. Only when he sat on the edge of the bed did he glance back and catch you staring.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?"

"Nothing." You stepped closer. "You've been so nice tonight."

He smirked. "What you mean? I'm always nice."

It was a joke, but he wasn't wrong. "You are. I just wish I could repay you. For everything you've been doing for me."

"You're so fucking adorable," he laughed softly. "And a little dumb if you think you're not already."

He reached for your hand and pulled you to him. You settled between his open legs. He brought your hand to his lips, and you giggled.

"Want to do something for me?" You nodded immediately. "Then get on your knees."

It took you a second, but you did, lowering yourself in front of him. He was still holding your hand, so he guided it to his crotch, and you took over from there, touching him on your own. He smiled — that knowing smile that always made you flustered and warm. As you felt him growing hard, you reached for his zipper, pulled his jeans down, then his boxers. He was only half hard, but you worked him with your hands, then leaned in and let a slow thread of saliva fall to his tip. You were so focused on watching his cock harden in your grip that when his hand came to your face you flinched, looking up to find him watching you carefully.

"Can you use that pretty mouth on me?"

"I've never done that," you answered, still stroking him slowly.

"That's alright. I'll guide you."

You pressed your lips together before leaning in. You didn't know how he'd fit in your mouth, so you started by licking him — slowly, from base to tip, keeping your eyes on his face as you went.

"There," he said, when your tongue swept across his swollen head. "Now open your mouth, baby."

You did. "Wider." You opened further. "Stick your tongue out." You followed every instruction.

Holding himself by the base, he pressed his tip to your mouth — first tracing your lips with it, then resting it on your tongue. Feeling him like this was something else entirely. There was something about being taught rather than just taken — the patience of it, the way he watched your face more than anything else — that loosened something in your chest you hadn't known was wound tight.

"Can you suck on it?" You nodded and closed your lips around him — around his tip, at least.

You sucked lightly, working mostly that part of him until his hand pressed gently to the back of your head, encouraging you further. You took more of him, then drew back, then did it again. Every time he'd reach your throat, you'd draw back, so you worked the rest of his length with your hands. He didn't seem to mind, he seemed to like it cause sometimes, his voice went needy and those low, strained sounds slipped out of him — it made you wet just to hear it. You wanted to give him more, so you pushed yourself a little further, until it made you gag, and then you pulled back.

"Such a good girl," he breathed, when you found a rhythm that had him panting.

It filled you with something more than pride when he started to come undone — chest heaving, breath catching, voice failing him. He cursed as you felt him finish on your tongue, thick and warm, and you kept sucking until you'd taken the last of him. It was still in your mouth when he finally pulled away.

"Did you swallow?" he asked. You shook your head. "Can you do it for me?"

You nodded, and then you did. You knew his taste by now — that one time at the church you had tasted it — but taking so much at once made your nose wrinkle. He laughed at that and pulled you up into his arms.

"Now let me take care of you." He kissed your face, your neck, then moved lower, to your chest.

He pulled the straps of your dress down to bare you, and the moment he had you he sucked your nipple into his mouth, eagerly. You gasped at the sensation, your sensitive skin lighting up under his tongue, and all you could do was hold on to his shoulder and grip his hair. Hollis seemed to like that, because every time he did that it felt like he was starving for your body. 

He ended up working his fingers into you right there in his lap, and he was so good at it that it didn't take long before you were crying out his name, rolling your hips desperately, begging without shame. He drove his fingers into you while his thumb circled your clit, kissing you sloppily and deeply all at once — so much happening at the same time that your edge came up fast and hard.

Even then he wasn't done with you. The night stretched on with him taking you in bed, pulling you onto all fours and driving into you with urge. You buried your face in the pillow from how undone it made you feel — mind wiped blank, reduced entirely to the sensation of him pounding into you. He was already so deep you didn't think he could go further, and then he laid himself over you, his weight pressing you flat into the mattress, one arm looped around your neck, his warm breath at your ear as his hips kept moving behind you.

He pulled out just before the end and came across your back with a rough, wrecked sound, while you lay completely spent beneath him. He crumbled to your side afterward, and you felt his hand on your face — so soft, so careful. You kept your eyes closed.

"You don't have to worry about a thing," he said. A kiss pressed to your cheek, and you could feel from the warmth of his breath that he kept his face close to yours even after. “My angel.” 

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You woke the next morning to an empty bed. The sheets on his side were already cold. You lay there for a moment in the quiet, looking at the ceiling, and let yourself think about the night before — the bar, the walk back, his hand in yours on that empty street. You thought about the way he'd looked at you while you were humming to that song, like you were something worth looking at. You thought about him teaching you how to suck him properly — so patiently, so endearing it made lust turn into something else. You tucked it somewhere careful and got up to shower.

He was back by the time you were braiding your hair, and it caught you off guard when he showed you his new gun. This one looked heavier, and from the little your father had taught you, you could tell he'd switched models — from a revolver to a pistol. And of course he had, because guns can be traced. So it wasn't just you who'd been worried. Before you could sink too far into that thought, he held out something else — a gift, he said. A pocket knife. You needed to be able to defend yourself, he said. You took it in its sheath and tucked it into your boot, quietly hoping you'd never have to use it.

"I need shampoo," you said once you were back on the road.

"Don't the motels have it? I use theirs," he glanced over at you briefly.

"They do, but it's terrible." You ran your hands over your braids. 

"Your hair looks nice though," he said, and you laughed. The way he said it, briefly glancing at you, so adorable.

"What?"

"Thanks, Holli." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. He smiled.

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You got out to fill the tank while Hollis went inside for his cigars — you asked him to grab some snacks too. When you finished pumping you sat up on the hood and waited, but he was taking too long, so eventually you went in after him.

It didn't quite surprise you, what you found, but it shocked you.

Hollis with his gun leveled at the cashier, the man emptying the register with shaking hands. You stood in the doorway and just — looked. Not at the gun, which you knew. At him. You stood there frozen, you never actually saw him like that, the particular stillness of his posture, his attention, the way his eyes tracked the cashier with a calm that had nothing uncertain in it. This wasn't new to you, you knew he did this, it was just different. The same Hollis holding your hand last night was this one making someone tremble and fear for their life.

Then Hollis registered you. 

"What—" Something flickered across his face, just briefly, before he recomposed  “Honey, go back to the car.” 

And you turned to do exactly that. No questions, just turned on your feet and walk back to the door. But you didn't make it to the door. Another man appeared — broad, tall, carrying a shotgun, frightening enough without it. He swung the barrel straight at you.

"On the ground, lady."

You'd never been held at gunpoint before. Seeing it up close made your body move before your mind could catch up. You lowered yourself to the floor.

"Drop the fucking gun or I'm putting a bullet to her head," the man called out.

It didn't take more than a second, you heard the scrape of metal on tile. Then the man stepped past you, and you raised your eyes to find him pointing the shotgun directly at Hollis, who was now on the ground, the man shouting over him but all you could hear was your heart slamming against your ribs, tears pricking your eyes. And when the man struck Hollis with the butt of the gun, you moved on instinct. You pulled the knife from your boot, crossed the floor, and jumped on the man's back. You drove the blade into his side once — it was all you managed, and your small knife didn't do much more than make him stagger — but it was enough. Enough for Hollis to wrench the shotgun from the man's hand and get to his feet, his pistol already in his other hand. The moment he was standing you let go, dropping to his side. He dropped the shotgun, kicked it away and had his gun trained on them now, and the thought of what he might do made your stomach clench.

"Don't shoot," you said quietly, low enough that only he could hear.

"Both of you, to the back," he said, his voice flat and commanding. "And hand over your phones."

They did as they were told. The man you'd stabbed moved slower than the other, a dark thread of blood spreading through the fabric of his shirt. They filed into the back room, and as they crossed the threshold Hollis looked at the cashier.

"Give her the keys."

The man handed them over without argument. You took them.

"Close the door."

They did, and you locked it behind them. Hollis swept the room after security cam — nothing. Then he grabbed the money bag and his cigars from the counter.

"Get your snacks," he said.

Somehow his ease made you easy too, even with your blood still going. You grabbed what you'd come for, and on your way out you stopped at a small display by the door and picked up a pair of sunglasses — white, cat-eye. He looked at you and smiled, then leaned down and kissed you. "Beautiful."

Back in the car, the adrenaline was still singing through you. Hollis was all loose smiles, some loud song shaking through the speakers. You didn't feel scared or wrung out, actually you felt electric. It kept replaying: his voice commanding both men, the gun steady in his hand — the one he still had in hands, resting against the steering wheel now, casual as anything.

“You're such a good girl,” Hollis said, that easy smile hanging from his lips. “Made me so proud.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the praise. You didn't stop to think about it. You pulled off your boots, then your shorts. Hollis glanced over, clearly surprised though still smiling, and in one motion he pulled the car to the shoulder and killed the engine.

That was all you needed. You climbed into his lap and kissed him the way you'd been wanting to — hard and desperate, pressing into him as his hands found your thighs, your ass, smacking you lightly and playfully. You could feel the gun against your waist as he held you with it in his hand. In between kisses he pulled your shirt over your head, one brief parting before you came back together in a wet, messy kiss.

"What's all this?"

He was reaching to set the gun aside on the passenger seat when you caught his wrist. He raised an eyebrow. You brought his hand closer instead. "I like seeing it."

"Yeah?" A small smile. "You complained about it enough when you first found out."

"That was before I saw you with it." You guided his wrist slowly — down your chin, your neck, down between your breasts, across your stomach — until the barrel rested against the front of your panties.

Some distant part of you registered what you were doing — you are guiding a gun to yourself and asking for it — and beneath that, quieter still: you would not have done this three weeks ago. But you just couldn’t stop thinking of the version of him you'd seen back there, and you thought about his hand in yours on the street the night before, and you understood that both of those things were him and neither cancelled the other out, and that you wanted both. You filed those thoughts away as you rolled your hips and stopped thinking entirely.

"What have you turned into?" Hollis said, and took over, pressing the muzzle against you. You rolled your hips, chasing the friction.

You sighed as he moved it against you. His other hand came to your face, thumb pressing between your lips. You sucked on it, still grinding against the cold metal, his gaze fixed on you and sharp enough to make you soak through your underwear. It was enough.

Your hands found his jeans, worked the zipper open, pulled him free — and he was already hard. You both moved at the same time; you lifted your hips, he pulled your panties to the side, and then he was sliding into you, deep enough to make your eyes roll back. Exactly what you needed.

You kept your eyes on him as you moved, whimpering with every roll of your hips, and he watched you just as closely. The barrel of the gun traveled slowly up your stomach, between your breasts, until he rested it beneath your chin.

"Faster," he said.

You went faster — bouncing on his cock in quick, urgent strokes, half because of the gun at your chin and half because your body simply demanded it.

"Crazy bitch," he said.

You bit your lower lip after hearing that, and braced both hands on his shoulders to keep the pace. But he'd stop you, Hollis grabbed both of your hands and folded them behind your back, your wrists together as he held them with one hand. The gun still on your chin, his gaze so sharp you could swear you saw him gleaming at you. He pressed the gun harder against your chin, the cold metal making you shiver, his grip on your wrists so tight you swear it'd bruise later.

“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” he said hoarse, breath catching.

He caressed your face with the gun in hand, your cheeks, your mouth, it made you whimper at that and that was exactly what tipped you over: your whole body shuddering and then shaking on top of him, the orgasm tearing through you while you bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.

He let your wrists free and his arm circled your waist instead. Then he began thrusting up into you — hard, lifting your body with each stroke. You cried out, overwhelmed, barely keeping yourself upright.

You knew he was close. And when he moved to push you off him, you held on, grinding your hips down.

“Want me inside?” He asked with an airy voice and faint smile.

You nodded, compressing your lips in the heat of it.

"Please," you breathed, eyes on his. You kept moving, kept clenching around him — and that was all it took. A low, wrecked sound broke from his throat as the first of him spilled into you, warm and sudden enough to make you gasp. You could feel as he filled you up, the heat of it spreading across your skin smooth, from inside out, that warm fuzzy feeling getting you almost numb. You stayed still above him, both of you unraveling, neither of you speaking.

You kissed him slowly, and he held you so tightly afterward that you knew it had gotten to him too.

Then — a gunshot. You turned to find him pointing out toward the open field, the window down. You laughed. You kissed him again as he laughed with you. In that moment you felt completely outside yourself — weightless, untethered, way over the edge of anything that had ever felt ordinary.

You said goodnight to your parents. Little did they know, you were still awake, waiting by your window for the sound of a car to pull up to your house.

You were never the type to sneak out before. You never understood why your friends did it, there wasn’t any man worth getting in trouble with your strict parents for.

Until you met Hollis.

It was at a college party with your friends. When all of you were of legal age, you all decided to go crazy and cross a bunch of stuff off your bucket list. That list included going to a huge college party. Full of drinking, hooking up, and hot college boys.

Hollis wasn’t the typical college boy. He was, but not the type your friends were into. Your friends wanted to sleep with the frat guys. You were more into the nerdy looking type.

He’d come up to talk to you when your friends were off somewhere else, probably talking with the frat boys. You both immediately clicked, and long story short you ended up having your first time in the back of his car that night.

Fast forward to now, he was your boyfriend. He was about three years older. Already a bit through college. And about to pick you up to take you to his place tonight.

His car approached. He looked at you in the window from the car, waving for you to come down. You smiled all giddy and opened the window, climbing out of it and skipping to his car.

“Hi.” You said, getting in the passenger seat.

“Hi, babe. Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” You replied back.

He pulled out of the driveway and began heading to his house. His car always smelled like weed. It didn’t really bother you though, it was partly because of you. 

You crossed off another thing on your bucket list when you smoked weed for the first time in the same seat you were in now. You remember coughing loudly on the very first hit.

Hollis had his music playing on the car radio. Some hardcore band. It wasn’t really your type of thing, but it was interesting to listen to.

“You already eat?” He asked.

“No, I was too excited.” 

He let out a low chuckle. “So cute.” His right hand came off the steering wheel to rest on your thigh. You were wearing short shorts, so you felt his big hand on your exposed skin. You put your hand on his. “You want pizza again?”

“Mhm.” 

₊˚⊹♡

Hollis lived in an apartment. It was pretty small, not too big because he lived alone. But it felt cozy. You liked it. You bragged to all of your friends how you were dating a guy with a car and his own place.

He fiddled with his keys, jamming them into the door and unlocking it and letting you in first.

You walked in and put your bag down on the couch.

He came up behind you and gave you a hug, putting his head on top of yours. “I missed you. It’s not right to ignore your boyfriend all week.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you. We literally called and texted.” You giggled. “I can’t sneak out all the time, it’ll look suspicious.”

“Still not telling your parents about me?”

You looked up at him. “They would lock me in my room forever.”

“I’d just have to come save you. Ain’t that a Disney movie or some shit? Cinderella?”

“Tangled.” You laughed. “With Rapunzel.”

He rolled his eyes. “Same shit.” 

₊˚⊹♡

He ordered the pizza, and it came surprisingly fast. You sat on his couch with him. His arm was around you, watching you eat.

“Are you not gonna have any?” You asked him with your mouth full.

“Eh, I prefer pizza when it’s a little colder. I also already ate before.” He rubbed your shoulder. “Finish up. I want to do something new with you today.”

Your ears perked up. “Really? What?”

“Just finish your pizza.” He grinned.

You raised an eyebrow at him and went back to eating. You figured it had something to do with sex. Usually when you snuck out like this he fucked you so good, you’d go back to your house limping. 

₊˚⊹♡

When you finished eating, you trailed behind him going to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed, and had you stand in front of him.

“Your outfit is very cute, but I kinda want it all off right now.” He ran his hands up and down your waist and thighs. 

You smirked and began doing a strip tease. Starting with your shirt, you pulled it off slowly. Your boobs fell out of it and his eyes immediately darted to look. Next was your short shorts and panties. You took your sweet time with your undies, teasing him by wrapping your thumbs on the sides but not quite dropping them just yet.

“Quit teasing.”

“Hehe, fine…” You dropped your panties, fully revealed yourself to him. 

He pulled your torso close, giving you a kiss on your stomach. “You’re so soft.” He muttered between pecks. “Can you lay down on the bed for me?”

You nodded and got on the bed. He got up and went to rummage through his drawer. “I wanna do something new today. You trust me?”

“Of course.” You had tried a lot of new things with him. Almost all of your firsts. 

He took out a shoebox from his drawer. He set it down on the bed and opened it. It was full of sex toys.

You blushed a bit when you saw them. He pulled out rope, hand cuffs, and a vibrator. He picked up the rope first and smiled at you. “Could you put your arms up?”

“Like this?” You put your hands over your head, by the headboard.

“Yes, good.” He leaned over you, tying your hands to the bed with the rope. He smiled down at you when he saw your innocent looking face. “There we go, nice and tight. Remember the safe word?”

“‘Orange.’ What are you gonna do to me?” You batted your eyelashes.

“Nothing bad.” He brought his slender fingers to your pussy.

You let out a little sound when he trailed his finger up and down the outside, lingering ever so slightly on your clit. You whimpered when he rubbed circles, getting you wet.

When he was satisfied with that, he grabbed the vibrator on the bed. It was a Hitachi magic wand, the one with the big end. 

By then, you already guessed what he was up to. He turned it on and put it directly on your pussy. 

It was so intense. He immediately had it on a high setting. You unconsciously moved away from the intense feeling, but he pushed you right back on it. 

“Mm, it’s really strong.” You whined, begging with your eyes for him to give you a break or turn it down.

He chuckled sadistically. “That’s not even the highest setting.” Click.

“Ah-ah—!” The setting above it was even more intense. You could feel your orgasm being forcefully pulled out of you, rather than coming naturally. Your legs shook.

He clicked his tongue. “These legs keep moving. I’ll have to tie them up too.” He took he vibrator off right when you were almost about to cum. You caught your breath on the bed while he got more rope from the shoebox.

You weren’t sure how you felt about not being able to move your legs. The safe word was there for whenever you needed it, but he seemed really into what he was doing to you right now. And really, you didn’t want to stop.

Hollis had a lot of kinks. You quickly found that out after weeks of being with him. You wanted to be good and satisfy them for him. And to be honest, you discovered you liked some of his kinks too. You couldn’t tell if it was just because it was with him or that you liked them in general.

It took a bit for him to figure out how he’d restrain your legs. Ultimately, you ended up with your ankles tied to the rope already around your hands. You were completely exposed to him, it made you blush hard.

“All done, sorry. Took me a while to figure that out.” He sat back and admired his work. Your naked body was completely on display for him. You couldn’t move your hands or your legs. “Beautiful.”

He picked up the vibrator again and went back to it. 

“Hollis, please.” You begged. It felt so good that it hurt. 

His eyes watched your every move as he wouldn’t let up. That familiar warm feeling in your tummy wracked through your body and made you scream. He kept the vibrator on through the whole orgasm, and still didn’t pull off after it was over.

“Ah, please. Give me…a break.”

“No, you can handle more. Can’t you?”

You looked up at him with puppy eyes. He had a faint smile on his face. His eyes were dark with lust. “Yes.”

“Good.” He shut the vibrator off. You sighed in relief, catching your breath still.

You yelped again when he turned it back on. 

He clicked his tongue. “Being very loud, (y/n)…I have neighbors, remember?” He took the vibrator off and rummaged through his shoebox again, pulling out a small ball gag. “Open up.”

You obeyed him and opened your mouth, letting him tie the gag on you. 

“Perfect.” He smiled at you, petting your head. It felt like such a sadistic smile.

All you could do now is make noise through the gag as he overstimulated you down there. You were completely at his mercy.

You were indulging him in his kink, but it turned you on immensely as well. Your toes curled when you came again, whining through the gag. 

Once again, he wasn’t stopping. You teared up just a bit from the overstimulation.

His hand cupped your cheek. You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“So fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath. “One more, okay? I just want to see you fall apart more, let me see it.” He put it back on, still on the highest setting. His soft voice sent shivers up your spine.

He rubbed the vibrator in circles, keeping his eyes on your face the whole time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as yet another orgasm approached. You sobbed into the gag and wetness splashed around the ball of the vibrator.

“Good, baby, you did so good.” He kissed the top of your head. He untied your legs and scooted up closer. 

He pulled his pants down, and his extremely hard cock was now right next to your face. “Look what that did to me. It’s your fault.” He smiled, holding the base of his dick and slapping it lightly on your cheek. 

You wanted to suck him off, but you still had the ball gag on and your hands tied. You made a sound through them to get his attention.

He realized what you were asking for. “Let’s get this off.” Saliva connected to the gag when he took it off. Your mouth immediately wrapped around his tip. You hummed around his cock happily. 

He patted your head while you tried to fit him all in your mouth. Your eyes closed and he pushed himself in further. You gagged just a bit when you felt him by the back of your throat.

He was so hard in your mouth. It didn’t take long for him to get close, but he pulled out before cumming.

He went to untie your hands. “I wanna use these now.” He picked up the hand cuffs. They were fuzzy and comfortable ones.

“Okay.” You mindlessly answered. You were down for anything right now, as long as it made you cum.

This time, he pinned your arms around your back and put the cuffs on. They were less tight than the rope, it felt better.

He put you on all fours on the bed, but with your hands on your back. He spread your ass, getting a good look at your holes. He grabbed his dick and angled it to your pussy.

You whined into the bed when he pushed his long, thick cock inside. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” He began to move.

You laid there and let him use your body. You panted into the pillow below you. His hand gripped the middle of the cuffs. 

You whimpered with each thrust. Your voice got louder when his hand trailed down to your butt. His thumb was near the outside of your asshole. It dipped in ever so slightly. You moaned when his thumb pushed in more, not completely inside, just to tease.

“Fuck me.” You begged. “Harder…”

“Harder?”

“Mhm. I love you.” 

“What was that?” Hollis wasn’t sure he heard correctly.

“I love you!” You exclaimed. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

You moved your hips to meet him half way with his thrusts. Words can’t describe how much you loved his dick. When you fucked him for the first time, it was painful. You remember wondering just why everyone hyped it up so much. But now it was the most pleasurable experience you’ve ever felt, and all you ever wanted was more.

“Hollis, I'm cumming. I’m cumming.” You sobbed into the pillow. “I’m gonna cum!” 

You squeezed around him while it wracked through you. Your knees buckled. 

He kept thrusting, wanting to cum too. He grunted and pushed himself deep inside on one final thrust, filling you up.

₊˚⊹♡

The night ended with you laying on his chest, sleepy and satisfied. You came so many times. He whispered sweet nothings full of praise. He always made sure to not skip the aftercare part every time you had sex.

“I did well?” You smiled, rubbing his chest with your finger. “I made you happy?”

“You did so well.” He rubbed your head. “Made me very happy, love. I’m so lucky. Did you like it?”

You nodded shyly. 

“That’s good. Because there are a lot more things I want to try with you…” He leaned down to give you a quick kiss. You felt his brunette hair tickle your cheek.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t sleep over at his place. He drove you back to your house after. You gave him a kiss goodbye in the car in the driveway.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay?” He smiled, his hand under your chin. “I love you.”

You leaned in for yet another kiss. “I love you more.” You grabbed your bag and left the car, waving at him as you walked to your bedroom window.

He stayed in the driveway to make sure you got in safely. He couldn’t help but giggle to himself when he saw the slight limp in your walk, and the marks from the ropes he used on your hands and legs.

⟡ ݁₊ .

You hated the days when Hollis wasn’t scheduled to work with you. It’s not like you couldn’t function on your own, but it was always better when he was there. Today was one of the days where he wasn’t, and a customer and one of your new coworkers decided to give you the hardest time when he wasn’t there to comfort you.

When he picked you up from work, he could immediately tell something was wrong. Your face wasn’t happy to see him like it usually was. “You okay?” He asked.

You shrugged, fixing your hair in the sun visor mirror. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it right now?” 

You sighed, pouting and shaking your head.

Hollis read your mood and stopped prying for the drive to his house. 

You technically still lived with your parents, but you spent most of your time at Hollis’ house. It was a lot less overstimulating. Everytime you were at your parents house, it felt like you spent 90% of it answering questions. 

When you got to his house and reached his room, you immediately laid down on his bed. He watched you with a worried look on his face as he put his jacket in his closet. After, he came down and sat on the bed and began playing with your hair while you buried your face in his pillow. “What happened, love?”

“It’s the new guy at work again.” You spoke in a small voice. “He’s so gross and rude. He always picks on me when you’re not there. He embarrassed me in front of customers today and they all laughed.” Tears started welling in your eyes recounting what happened. “It’s so stupid, I know it’s not that serious and I’m just sensitive I–”

Hollis laid down and embraced you. He held you as you sobbed, rubbing your back. His touch was so caring and gentle. He whispered sweet nothings by your ear. “It’s okay. I’m here now. You wanna sleep?” 

You looked into his eyes and nodded. He wiped the tears from your face and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Take a nap, okay? Could do something when you wake up to make you feel better, how’s that sound?”

You nodded once more, sniffling. He got more comfortable on the bed, holding you tight. You brought your arms up to his back and put your head into his neck. He was so warm, it soothed you. And his smell even more. He was going to stay by you until you fell asleep, it seemed. 

Your eyelids closed, being lulled to sleep by his warmth all around you.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦

When you woke up, you didn’t feel that warmth. Instead, in your face now was a ball of fluff. Hollis’ cat Kitty had climbed into bed with you. The corner of your mouth curled up and you pet her. She had become more fond of you over the months you’ve been with Hollis.

You smelt something cooking. Getting up, you stretched and yawned. The sun was setting now, a couple hours had passed. You were still a little sleepy, but wanted to see what Hollis was doing. Kitty followed you, meowing. She was hungry. You were, too.

You found Hollis in the kitchen, cooking something on the stove. “Morning, sleepyhead.” 

“What’re you making?” You rubbed your eyes, waking over to him.

“Tacos.”

“Where’s your mom?”

Hollis smirked. “Gone for a few days.” He leaned in to kiss you. “I got plans for us. After we eat, though.”

You walked over to Kitty’s bowls for food and water and refilled them. After that, you sat at the breakfast bar, watching him cook for you. He had done it a few times before and wasn’t bad at it at all. 

Except for that one time he tried to make a boiled egg and accidentally forgot about it, which led to it exploding on the stove. You had almost passed out from laughing that day.

When he was finished, you ate the tacos with him while watching reruns of an older show on the TV. When you were done, you got in his car with him. He didn’t tell you what he had planned. Honestly, you already felt better by just being with him and away from the aggravating people at work.

“I actually have two places we’re gonna go, if that’s alright.” Hollis spoke up after a while of driving. 

“Yeah. It’s more than alright. Thanks.” You smiled shyly. 

“And…here’s the first one.” 

He parked in front of a stand that sold snow cones and ice cream. You got out with him, holding his hand as you walked to the window.

He ordered you both two rainbow snow cones, took them and sat down with you at the lone table beside the stand.

“My mom used to take me here all the time. Mainly when I was sad. She’d drive me over here, just like I did with you. Sit me down and order the same thing. It would be right after she had gotten off of a shift at work, or after school. I have a lot of fond memories at this table.” 

You chuckled to yourself at the idea of Hollis as a kid. You saw what he looked like in some of the photos in his house. His hair was longer. His cheeks were chubbier. Hollis always pulled you away when he caught you staring at them because he was embarrassed. He was adorable.

You took a bite of your snow cone. Your eyes lit up. “This is really good.”

“Right? Always cheers me up.” He took a bite of his. “But you know. That job sucks, really. I feel like we should quit.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised. 

“Yeah. Been wanting to quit for a while. I wanna get a better job and save up, get us a place somewhere. Don’t you wanna just get away?” 

“I thought you’d never ask. Where would we go, though?”

“We don’t have to decide right now. Just something to think about. You’re up for it, though?”

“Of course.”

˖⁺‧₊˚✦

The next place Hollis took you completely caught you off guard. It was pretty far from where you guys just were. 

“Where are you taking me?” You asked, raising one eyebrow in interest.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there. You’ll know.” He looked at you in the passenger seat and winked before putting his eyes back on the road. 

It startled you at one turn when he began to start driving on the grass. You were confused until you saw other cars ahead doing the same thing. It all made sense when you saw the sign he was driving towards. Drive-In Theater. Your jaw dropped even more when you saw that the movie they were playing tonight was your absolute favorite one.

The movie you had seen so many times. The one you forced Hollis to watch with you multiple times, and he always let you despite not really caring for it as much as you did. He grinned when he saw your reaction, your face beaming with happiness. “I knew you’d like it.” 

You leaned over to the driver's seat and gave him a hug. He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you. “We’re next up, okay, c’mon!” 

Hollis paid for entry and found a parking spot with a good view of the screen. To the side was a concessions stand. He got out of the car and purchased a big bowl of popcorn for the two of you.

It was such an exciting experience seeing your favorite movie on a big screen like this. You didn’t take your eyes off of it for a second. Hollis put his arm on your shoulder. You could see him take glances at you during the movie, eyes full of admiration.

You made eye contact. He smiled at you and his eyes traveled down to your lips. You leaned in to kiss him.

It was such a cliche. Making out in the car at a drive in theater. You understood why now though, it was pretty fun.

You pulled off suddenly and he let out a small noise, clearly still wanting to make out. “This is my favorite part!” You whisper-yelled. You’ve seen this movie so many times, you could probably recite the script in your sleep. You mouthed the dialogue as you watched the scene. 

“Such a nerd.” Hollis teased after the part was over. 

“Shut up.” You giggled, leaning in to kiss him again.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦

When the movie was over, he drove you home blasting a song that both of you loved. You sang along to it, letting your hair blow in the wind coming in from your open window.

He had really cheered you up. The incident from work didn’t even cross your mind anymore. He knew just how to make you happy. Just being with him in general did.

When you got home, you had the whole house to yourselves like Hollis had told you about before. It was pitch black outside now. You walked into his room and stretched, sighing happily. 

“You feel better?” Hollis walked into the room as well.

“Absolutely. I love you. Thank you.” You hugged him. 

“Night’s not over yet.” He grinned. You raised an eyebrow, watching him zoom to his nightstand. He opened his drawer and pulled out a bag of weed. “You down?”

Your face lit up. “Duh!”

With the Salem song on the stereo and the way you both were laid on the bed passing the blunt around, it made you nostalgic for that summer when you fell in love with him.

You smoked a lot with him around that time. It was mainly because his mother was away so much. Every time she wasn’t home, you’d do this with him. You had fond memories of funny conversations you’d had with him during those smoke sessions. 

“During the movie, I don’t think you saw it because you were so focused on the screen, but I saw some couple getting it on hard.” He snickered.

“Really? I’m not surprised though. I heard it was a big craze a long time ago to go to those and do that.”

“Do you ever wonder how many kids were born from their parents fucking in drive-ins?” 

“No, I don’t ever wonder that.” You laughed. “But there definitely had to be some.” 

Hollis scooted closer to you. You made eye contact with him. His eyes were red. “You have beautiful eyes.” He muttered, putting his hand to your cheek. 

“You just noticed?” You joked. 

“No, I’ve always known. Just felt like saying that, I guess.” He giggled. “Your whole fuckin’ face is beautiful. Damn.”

“Stop…” You blushed, looking to the side. 

“Not gonna.” He replied playfully, and brought your face closer to his to kiss you.

The kiss quickly got hungrier. You were already turned on by the making out you did in the car earlier. If you weren’t distracted by the fact that you were watching your favorite movie of all time, you may or may not have ended up like that couple he mentioned.

He pulled off of the kiss. “I’m not done helping you feel better….” Hollis' hand traveled down your body, sliding into your pants. His long fingers rubbed you through your panties. You moaned softly, hips moving slowly in response.

He slid his hand inside of your panties and started properly rubbing you. You gasped when his cold fingers touched your clit. His eyes stayed on your face, watching all of your expressions. “Already so wet.”

He trailed his fingers on the outside, sliding them down from your clit to your entrance and back up again. You bit your lip, getting wetter by the minute.

You let out a moan when he began to slide two of those fingers inside at once. They were so long, they immediately brushed past sensitive parts inside that you could never reach on your own. 

“This good?” He asked softly. 

“Mhm. More, right there…” 

“Right here?” He rubbed a certain spot inside with his fingers. 

Your face contorted in pleasure and your head leaned back. “Nn— yes. Ah—” 

Hollis began moving his fingers faster, aiming to make you cum. Your hand gripped his arm and your legs shook slightly. Your eyelids fluttered and your mouth hung open. The wet sound of him fingering you vigorously made you blush. 

“You’re close, I can tell. Go ahead.” He smirked, then got closer to your face and pressed his lips onto yours.

You whimpered into his kiss, moaning into his mouth as he caressed your insides. You squeezed around his fingers. He was right, you were close. He angled his fingers to your G-spot, repeatedly hitting it. You couldn’t run from the sensation anymore, it was rapidly approaching.

“Fuck—” Your hand gripped his arm hard as you came, squeezing around him. He fingered you all the way through it, dragging it out until you whined from overstimulation.

You breathed heavily on the bed, catching your breath after that. Hollis took his fingers out and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He noticed your half-lidded eyes. “Are you tired?” 

You nodded, all relaxed from the intense orgasm. Your eyes traveled to his fingers, completely wet from you.

“Get some sleep then. It’s late, anyway.”

“What about you…?” 

Hollis was confused but then realized you wanted to return the favor. “Today was about you, not me. Feel better?”

You nodded once more.

“Good. That’s what matters the most to me.” He smiled, rubbing your head. He moved to get up from the bed, likely to get a glass of water.

“I love you.” You blurted out suddenly, feeling sad that he was leaving your side, even if it was for just a second. 

“I love you too, (y/n).” He replied at the door.

You quickly dozed off, feeling good after everything Hollis did for you today. You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

You still wanted to quit that job, though.

⁺‧₊˚✦

Sometimes, when you’d wake up next to Hollis on his bed, his cat would be there too.

She had snuggled up between you guys like she owned the place. A brown and white tabby cat that Hollis just called ‘kitty.’ You had no idea if that was her actual name or just a nickname. You laid in bed, lightly caressing her fur. You heard Hollis slowly breathing beside her. His mouth was partly open and you had a good view of his long eyelashes with his eyes closed. He always looked so pretty when he slept.

Kitty was pretty too. She purred and snuggled closer to you as you continued petting her. 

“Morning, you two.” He suddenly spoke. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and his hair fell onto one side of his face as he turned to face you. “She’s not allowed to be up here…”

“Why nooot?” You giggled. “She’s so cute.”

“She’s naughty, that’s what she is. She’s only actin’ good ‘cause you’re here.” 

“What’s her name again?”

“Kitty.” He put his hand under the cat’s chin and pet her, before getting up, grabbing her and putting her on the floor.

“You named her Kitty?”

“She doesn’t really have a name. We just call her kitty.” Hollis opened the door of his room. He was going to feed her. You heard the sound of her little paws hitting the floor as he followed him out of the room.

You stretched in your bed, finally waking up entirely after an hour of laying in bed with Kitty and Hollis. You put on one of his shirts and walked into the kitchen where he was now feeding Kitty. 

“Today’s the day, you know.” You said.

Hollis let out a sigh. You recently made some new friends, and today was the day Hollis would come along with you to meet them. He agreed to come along but was still nervous about it. 

“Come on. They’re like us, babe. They’re going to love you.” You walked close to him, grabbing his cheeks. His face was in a slight pout as he looked down at you. “Just trust me, alright?”

Hollis nodded and you pulled him in for a kiss. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ↟ 𖠰

The ride to where you and your friends were meeting was fairly short. Which was probably good for Hollis’ nerves.

You and your friends were having a campfire in the woods by the lake today. One of them was bringing marshmallows, another was bringing their stereo to play music, another was bringing a change of clothes in case they wanted to take a swim. Their names were Alex, Phoebe, Jane, and Chris.

You held Hollis’ hand as you guys walked to where they were after parking outside of the entrance of the forest. His hand was shaking slightly. He was truly so nervous. 

“There they are!” Chris shouted as you guys came over. The rest of their faces lit up as well seeing the two of you. 

“Hi guys!” You beamed, waving to them. “Here he is. My boyfriend, Hollis.” You motioned to him. “That’s Chris, Jane, Alex, and Phoebe.” You pointed to each of them.

Hollis' lips were in a line and he put up an awkward hand. He was nervous, as expected. Your friends kept looking at him, and he realized he was supposed to say something. “Hi.”

“He’s very shy, you guys.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his back.

“That’s alright. What’s up, man? (Y/n)’s told me a lot about you.” Chris walked up to him, extending out a hand. 

You watched as Hollis’ shook his hand. Hollis’ eyes traveled down to his shirt. “Euronymous?”

“Yeah, man. You know Mayhem?” Chris asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.” 

“Wow. You have to be the first dude I’ve met in this town that knows them.”

You smiled at Chris and Hollis as they immediately clicked. You went to sit by the campfire, waiting for Hollis to come sit next to you when he was finishing geeking out over the band they both love. 

“Your boyfriend’s cute.” Phoebe said. She had pink and black hair and a bunch of piercings. She was always urging you to get a piercing too and be like her. Your other friends Jane and Alex were cuddled up together watching something on one of their phones. Jane had long black hair and Alex had shaggy brown hair. They weren’t dating surprisingly, but Phoebe and Chris were. Chris sort of had the same style as Phoebe. You wondered if Hollis noticed his tongue piercing while he was talking to him. 

“Isn’t he?” You replied to her. “I thought he wouldn’t talk as much, ‘cause he’s so shy around new people. But Chris seems to be getting along with him very well.”

When Chris and Hollis were done talking, they came over to sit around the campfire. Alex, Jane, and Phoebe said hello to Hollis properly. You snuggled up to him by the fire. He seemed more comfortable after finding a common interest with one of your friends. Your friends continued their conversation they were having before. 

“Hey, what school did you go to? This town is pretty small, I’m surprised we haven’t seen you before.” Jane asked Hollis suddenly.

You had to tap on his leg to let him know they were speaking to him. “Oh, um. I went to Jefferson.” He replied.

“Ah. No wonder. We usually avoided that place.”

“I don’t blame you.” Hollis chuckled. “It’s full of…”

“Assholes?” Alex spoke up. 

“Pretty much.” You laughed at his answer. “Wasn’t aware our school had that reputation. Fits though.”

“So you guys went to school together?” Phoebe asked.

“Yeah. We only met each other when it ended, though. Funnily enough.”

“Huh. Well, that’s cool.” Chris said. “You guys aren’t assholes at all, though.”

“We’re breakin’ the stereotype, I suppose.” Hollis smiled.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ↟ 𖠰

Hollis regretted ever being nervous to meet your friends. He really opened up as the evening went on.

Jane put her music onto the stereo and you guys jammed to it while eating roasted marshmallows. Alex showed Hollis just how to get a perfectly roasted one. 

Phoebe showed you an art piece she had been working on on her phone. You were the closest with her out of everyone, excluding Hollis of course. 

After eating some snacks, Chris wanted to swim in the lake beside where you were. He stripped to his boxers and ran over to the lake to do a cannonball. You put your hands up when the splash from it was unexpectedly big.

“Shit! It’s fucking cold today!” He yelled, wiping the water from his eyes. “Y’all gonna join me, or?”

“Never will I swim in that.” Phoebe scoffed playfully. 

“Fuck it.” Alex said, stripping as well. He walked over to the edge of the lake and jumped in. Jane, like she always did, followed him. She stripped into just her bra and panties and got in. She screamed when she felt the temperature of the water, grabbing onto Alex’s shoulder.

Hollis looked at you. His face was unsure.

“You don’t wanna go in, do you?” You asked him. You could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t really comfortable enough to do that around people he just met.

“Not really.” His nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but put your hand on his cheek and caress it with your thumb.

“Me neither.”

“Glad it’s not just me.” Phoebe chuckled, looking at the two of you. You guys walked closer to the lake, but just sat next to the edge while the rest of your friends swam together. “So how long have you guys been dating?” Phoebe asked. 

“It’ll be a year in a couple months.” You replied, leaning your head into his. 

“Cool.” She smiled. Her smile was always so warm. You always felt like you could just talk about anything when you were around her. She and Chris had been together since their junior year of high school. The way she watched him swimming around with so much endearment told you enough. “I like your jacket, by the way.” Phoebe extended a hand to Hollis’ coat. It was the brown one he usually wore.

“Oh, this old thing? Thanks.” Hollis thanked her. He seemed taken aback to hear that someone liked it. He remembered getting teased about it before.

Alex teased Jane by splashing her. They went underwater, trying to see who could hold their breath for the longest. Chris came out of the lake and grabbed his shirt to use as a towel.

“So…Alex and Jane really aren’t dating?” Hollis asked.

Phoebe snickered at that. Chris sighed and sat next to him. “We’ve been wondering the same thing, friend.”

Later, when everyone got out of the lake, you all went back to the campfire and hung out again. You and Hollis snuggled up next to each other once more and stared at the stars. When your friends seemed too engrossed in the conversation they were having, you snuck a quick kiss onto Hollis’ lips. 

His eyes widened in surprise and you could tell he was a little embarrassed. You loved flustering him like this, you couldn’t help it.

When it got late, you both said goodbye to your friends and started to head back. Hollis naturally fit in with them, it went even better than you ever imagined. On the drive home, you started to daydream about all of the fun stuff you and your friends could do together now that Hollis has been introduced to them.

The windows were down and you stuck your head out, letting the wind blow through your hair. You saw Hollis in the corner of your eye, stealing glances at you with his eyes full of adoration.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Every time you saw Hollis shoot his gun, you were reminded of the time he won you all those plushies at Thrilltopia. The form was exactly the same as he shot that rifle, breaking a glass bottle ways away from you two.

You sat on a nearby tree stump watching him practice shooting. He always looked so focused. Kinda cute. He would hate hearing you say that though, because he’s trying to look tough, not cute. 

When Hollis shot the last glass bottle down, he grinned and lowered his gun. “I’m really getting better at this.”

“That was way faster than last time.” You got up from your stump, waking over to where the glass bottles, now broken, were and setting up new ones. 

“Do you wanna try?” He said.

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. “Seriously? You want me to try?”

“Why not? Come here.”

You finished setting the bottles up and walked towards him inquisitively. He handed you his rifle. You held it like it was a foreign object, which it pretty much was to you. This was the first time you ever held a gun. “How do I—?”

Hollis giggled and adjusted your hands. “Here, like this, babe. Put your hand there and your other hand there. There you go, good.” He spoke softly, his hands above yours. He positioned them correctly and guided you to aim it. “Now just, try to keep your feet on the ground. It’s a little intense, I don’t want you to fall over. Keep a good grip on it or it’ll fly outta your hand.”

You took a deep breath, trying to mimic how he acted when he was handling it. You flinched a bit when the gun went off. You didn’t hit any of the bottles, but you did successfully manage to shoot a gun for the first time. You looked up at Hollis, beaming with disbelief. 

“You did it!” He grinned, taking his hands off the gun and kissing the top of your head. “Good job.”

“I didn’t hit anything though.”

“That don’t matter. Here, give me it again.”

You handed his gun back to him. He grabbed it and shot at one of the bottles, hitting it effortlessly. The slickness of his movements made your heart flutter a bit. He smiled, turned to you and put the muzzle under your chin. Your heart skipped a beat. “Better watch out for me.” He giggled, putting it down. 

⌖☠︎︎⌖

You didn’t immediately tell Hollis that the way he pointed his gun on you kinda turned you on. You couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline from potentially being shot or the look in his eyes that he could do it if he wanted to that drove you nuts.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, so you confessed it to him directly.

His eyes widened when you revealed that you wanted to play around with his gun like that.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you…” He said, his face full of worry. “What if I accidentally shot you? I-”

“You won’t. You could just not have it loaded…still would do it for me.” You bit your lip, looking into his eyes.

“You really want this? You want me to fuck you like…at gunpoint?”

You nodded, dead serious.

Hollis sighed, getting up and opening one of the drawers in his room. He rummaged through it, pulling out a smaller gun, one you have not seen before. You weren’t really well versed in gun names, but it looked like a revolver. He sat back down in front of you, and looked deep in your eyes. “What do you think about this one?”

You grabbed it, looking at it thoroughly. It was brown and silver. Much lighter than the other gun. Perfect for what you had in mind.

“I love it.”

⌖☠︎︎⌖

The place where Hollis practiced shooting his gun was very discreet. It was in the middle of a forest and every time you went there it was deserted. This was primarily because the forest had a big no trespassing sign in front of the entrance, but you both ignored that. Haven’t got caught yet, at least.

As you walked into the woods with him, you held his warm hand. Today was the day he would finally indulge you in your kink. It didn’t take much convincing which led you to believe that Hollis liked stuff like this too. 

He had his revolver in his pocket. You wondered just how deep his pants pockets were for them to even fit it. When you arrived at the usual spot the two of you hung out at, you played with his hands and he leaned down to start kissing you.

You can never see yourself getting tired of his soft lips and the way he kissed you. It was so gentle and sweet every time. Your hands traveled to his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans. You bit your lip at him as you felt his shaft through them. “You’re always so much harder when we’re outside…”

Hollis patted your head when you got on the ground, undoing his belt. You pulled his pants down and pulled out his hard cock. He sucked in a breath as you began to jerk him off. You were teasing him on purpose, not putting your mouth on it just yet.

When Hollis realized what you were up to, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his gun out, pointing it to your temple. “You gonna be good and do what I ask of you?” He asked.

You felt yourself getting wet, it was even hotter than you anticipated. You nodded, looking up at him with pseudo-innocent eyes.

“Good.” He smirked, still pointing his gun at your head. With his other hand, grabbed his dick and tapped the tip on your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed him, putting your mouth on his tip. You sucked him off properly, trying to fit all of him in your mouth. You gagged a bit as his cock hit the back of your throat. It felt so perverted giving him a blowjob in the middle of the woods with his gun pointed at your head. You felt like you could cum right there, no stimulation needed, from how turned on you were.

Hollis seemed to be enjoying it too. He couldn't help smiling a bit as he pointed the gun at your head. He was hard as a rock and leaking so much pre cum that you licked all up. 

Your hand traveled down under your skirt, rubbing yourself through your panties. You moaned with his cock in your mouth as he lightly hit you with the gun for doing that.

“You just can’t help yourself….”

You whined, squeezing your legs together. 

He gripped your hair and pulled you off of his dick. A string of saliva connected your mouth to it. He motioned for you to lay on the ground. 

You were used to having sex outside like this with him. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to lie on leaves and sticks but you didn’t really care.

You slid your panties off and presented yourself to him, spreading your legs. “Fuck, I’m so wet...” You said quietly, your face extremely red.

“You want this so bad, huh?” He got in between your legs and pointed the gun at you once more. 

“Yes.” You said breathily.

“Open that mouth, then.” 

You obeyed immediately. He placed the gun in your mouth and your lips closed around it as he began pushing it in and out. It was objectively silly. You were fellating his gun. But you were so turned on right now, you didn’t care to think about how it looked.

He smiled, giggling at you and taking it out. It was pretty wet now. He brought the gun to your pussy, using the end of it to rub your clit in circles. You moaned, your eyelids fluttering as he played with your pussy with his gun. Hollis used his other hand to rub himself and line himself up to your cunt. He groaned when he pushed in, you were so wet it slid right in.

You gripped the grass below you as he began to thrust in relentlessly. The rough pace and his gun pointed straight at your head was too much. You couldn’t hold in any noises coming out of your mouth.

Hollis fucked you fast and hard. You heard nothing but your voices, the sound of skin slapping skin, your wetness, and the forest ambiance around you. 

“What would you do…if I um...” He started.

You just looked at him, too distracted by his cock in you to ask what he was going to say. Your heart skipped a beat as Hollis unlocked the safety on the gun right next to your ear with a click.

“Hollis—” You whined, so close to orgasm. At that moment, you wondered what would happen if his gun really was loaded. The risk of it all was intoxicating. 

“It would be instantaneous, you know. Just—“ Your heart nearly stopped beating when he pulled the trigger by your head. Click. He chuckled above you at your reaction.

It didn't go off, obviously. But thinking of the possibility that it could've, was sending you over the edge.

It only took a few more minutes until you were squeezing around him and having the most intense orgasm you’ve had in a while. You were lucky no one came out here, because you couldn’t hold your moans in if you tried. They would’ve heard everything.

When you came down from it, Hollis was still in between your legs moving. “Give me a second, okay? Ngh—” He set the gun down beside you and grabbed your legs and pounded away, chasing his orgasm. When he was close he pulled out and brought your face to his crotch as he began jerking off in front of you. You instinctively stuck your tongue out. His mouth hung open and low moans fell out as he began to cum on it.

You closed your mouth and swallowed. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss you after it all. He laid with you on the ground, looking up at the sky.

“That was so good.” You said after catching your breath. “I love you. Thank you.”

“Of course. Did that make you happy?” He caressed your cheek.

You nodded, smiling and feeling comforted by his pretty hazel eyes.

“Good.” 

“So…that gun wasn't loaded right?” You asked after a short while of sitting and relaxing on the ground with him. 

“Yeah. Well—” He grabbed the gun beside him. It was still wet, due to you. You blushed a bit looking at it again. Hollis pulled the trigger on the revolver that still had the safety off, and you jumped violently as a bullet flew through the air, flying through the trees and hitting whatever it hit. He smiled at your reaction.

“Not anymore.”

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Cassidy’s Books always smelt like, well, books. But pretty old ones. It wasn’t that bad of a smell really, but you couldn’t inhale it too much or you’d start sneezing. Your boss had you on stocking duty, so you quickly learned that most of the books there were indeed old.

Hollis was the cashier, as he had told you before. His fingers tapping all over the cash register looked like rocket science to you. He was probably really good at math, as whenever you peeked over at him he was checking out customers at the speed of light without even having to think about getting the exact number of change wrong. You definitely wouldn’t be able to do it as fast as him, that’s for sure.

You smiled to yourself, feeling so endeared by him. When you turned back around, you jumped upon seeing somebody behind you. It was your coworker Matt. 

“Whoops, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He laughed. “Just found a book that goes here.” 

“You have got to start announcing your…presence.” You chuckled nervously, going back to your job. 

“It’s not my fault you’re so jumpy. By the way,” he pointed to a book on the shelf titled ‘The Adventures of Mr. Kate.’ “That book goes here, not there.” He smirked.

You scoffed. “Gee, thanks.”

When there were no customers left, Hollis walked up to you two. “Ready to go?” He asked you. Your shifts ended around the same time usually.

“Yeah.” Your tone changed from annoyed to cheerful upon seeing Hollis. Matt looked Hollis up and down and left the two of you alone. 

The walk to the car was pretty quiet. You didn’t think anything of this, there were plenty of silent moments you had with Hollis and it was always comfortable, never awkward. When you both got in the car, he slammed the door shut and started the car, again, without a word. 

“You okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” He responded like he was trying to get away from the conversation.

“No you’re not. What’s wrong?” You pressed him.

“Just a rough day at work, (y/n).” He kept his eyes on the road while you could only keep yours on his face. He sighed when he realized you weren’t taking that as an answer. “...I don’t like Matt, okay?”

“Oh, that guy? He’s annoying, I don’t like him either.”

Hollis sighed deeply. “Well, he seems to really like you.” 

You scoffed. “What? All he does is pick on me ever since I’ve got here.”

He chuckled coldly. 

“Seriously, he’s been nothing but rude to me. I don’t know where you’re getting this shit from.”

“So, you’ve been smiling, giggling at him and flirting with him because you don’t like him?” Hollis spat, raising his voice just a little.

Your mouth hung open in defeat, utterly confused by the sudden accusation. “Hollis, it’s…it’s not like that. He’s just a coworker. I have to be cordial with him.” You saw Hollis roll his eyes. “Oh come on, Hollis. Are you really getting jealous right now?”

The corner of his lips quivered. You took that as a yes.

“I only have eyes for you. You should know that.” When he stopped at a red light, you grabbed the side of his face and turned it to look at you. A small tear had fallen down the right side of his face. “I’m sorry, Hollis. I-I-” You stuttered, trying to find the right words. “I don’t like him that way. I’m serious. After all we’ve been through, why would I ever leave you for some douche at work? Think about it.” You wiped his tear away with your thumb. “He’ll probably get fired sometime anyway, he barely does his job. Don’t worry about him, okay?”

Hollis looked away, putting his hand over yours on his face. “Okay.” He said quietly. 

The conversation ended there. Hollis tried to forget the small outburst he had in the car as he drove you home. You felt bad seeing him get teary. You’ve seen him cry before, like whenever you guys rewatched his favorite Ghibli movies, but never like this. You gave him a big kiss when he dropped you off. You noticed his face didn’t have the big smile that it usually had whenever you kissed him. 

Despite your efforts to reassure him, Hollis still felt jealous whenever he saw you being friendly with Matt.

At a time when there were no customers left, he found himself looking behind him and without fail he always caught you and Matt having some sort of conversation. It was like Matt was putting himself into Hollis’ field of vision on purpose. His blood boiled as he checked customers out and he hoped it didn’t show on his face. He felt his eye twitch whenever he heard Matt’s grating voice behind him clearly talking to you. 

One day the two of you planned to have a sleepover at his house as you weren't scheduled to work for a few days after. He acted normal in the car, nothing out of the ordinary. It had seemed like the issues from a week or so ago didn’t cross his mind anymore. 

When the both of you got into his room, you barely had time to set your bag down before his mouth was on you. It was no surprise he wanted to have sex, the week had been stressful and both of you were kind of in the mood for it.

You let out a sound when your back hit the bed and he towered over you, kissing you with even more passion. His long fingers found the buttons on your shirt and undid them in one rough pull. His mouth latched onto your collarbone, sucking hard.

You whined, your hands resting on his back as he began to suck hickeys into your skin. You were fine with it until he started traveling upwards, marking your neck where they were harder to hide.

“Hollis, ngh, people will see…” You moaned. The sensation of his tongue on your skin made your mind go blank. 

“Exactly.”  He spoke, his head not leaving your neck. He trailed his hands to yours, pinning them down to the bed. He was being a little scary right now. You kinda liked it, though. He kept sucking on your neck, leaving marks wherever he wanted. “I want them to know.” He said, breathily. “I want them to know you’re mine, ‘nd they can’t have you. No one can.” 

You were too stunned and turned on to speak. He lifted his head again, looking at you. His eyes were dark with lust. He pulled down your pants and underwear in one go and kicked them off. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard cock out, lining it up to your pussy and thrusting it in quick. You yelped when you felt him fill you up. “You look so pretty with all of those marks.” He had a pervy smile, starting to move already. “It’s all ‘cause of me…” He put your legs on his shoulders. 

After a week or so of not fucking, it felt incredible. It helped that Hollis was being so…strange today. You loved it when he was, it was the whole reason why you fell for him in the first place. “I’m all yours…” You moaned quietly.

He sped his hips up, hitting that spot inside of you that never failed to drive you crazy. “Say that again?”

“I’m yours. No one else can…have me.”

“That’s right, good.” Hollis smiled and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap. You were now face to face with him, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again. He was even deeper in you now with this position. The bed creaked as he thrusted from below and you moved your hips as well. 

You moaned when his mouth latched onto your neck to leave another mark. You grinded your hips on him, chasing the orgasm you felt coming. “Oh, I’m gonna cum, fuck—” Your hips shook as you came for the first time in a while. You whimpered near his ear on his shoulder through the orgasm. 

When it was done, Hollis grabbed you by the waist and pulled himself out, jerking himself off fast. He quickly came and his cum shot onto your belly. His mouth hung open and pleasure filled groans spilled out. You eyed him the entire time, watching his face in post-orgasm bliss. 

He put his hand on your cheek when he finished. You guys stared lovingly into each other's eyes before kissing once more. You smirked as you traveled down to his neck to start sucking. He chuckled above you as you gave him a nice hickey. 

“You’re mine too, you know.” You said below him.

Days later when it was time to go back to work, you looked in the mirror in the morning and realized it wasn’t that bad. Most of the marks were hidden by your work shirt, but there was still a little visible. Maybe that was Hollis’ plan, you thought. Just enough to get the point across.

Hollis worked with a smile, occasionally looking back at you like he usually did. It was one of the first work days where Matt completely fucked off. In the break room, with a cup in his hand and a mischievous smile behind it, Hollis watched Matt bustle around grumpily. His face was in a scowl and he didn’t have that usual shit eating grin on his face that drove Hollis nuts. 

When he left the break room, Hollis let out a laugh he was holding in. Seems like he got the hint. 

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