2hollis X oldflame!reader smutshot
hollis is back in town with a new look ;)
tags: p in v, rough sex?, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, swallowing
It had been six long months since you’d last seen hollis… six months since those intense, no-strings attached nights during his Star Tour era when he’d text you at odd hours when he was in town, and you’d show up, knowing exactly what it was. Nothing but a booty call, raw and addictive. His strong, large hands pinning you down, his long blonde hair brushing your skin as he moved above you, that tall, toned body dominating yours, and god… that dick. Thick, relentless, perfectly curved to hit every spot that made you forget your own name. The sex was filthy, mind-blowing, the kind that left you sore and satisfied for days.
But ultimately you’d started catching feelings. Stupid, dangerous feelings. When you let it slip, he shut it down with that cool, distant excuse: he didn’t have time for anything real. Tour. Studio. Momentum. You understood, even if it stung like hell. You missed him anyway, the way he smelled like clean sweat and expensive cologne, the low rumble of his voice in your ear, the way he knew your body better than you did. Part of you still felt a sharp edge of animosity for how easily he’d walked away, but you were proud of him. He was blowing up for real now, and he deserved every bit of it. He was always destined for the spotlight.
You’d been doing good for yourself as well. You’d managed to get a new apartment in a quieter part of LA with natural light that poured across hardwood floors, a paid internship downtown that actually felt like a future, and a sleek new car you’d bought with your own money. No cosign, no help. Life was moving forward.
That Saturday afternoon, the farmers market buzzed with life. Sunlight filtered through striped awnings, carrying the sweet scent of ripe strawberries, fresh herbs, and warm bread. You wandered slowly, basket in hand, soaking in the energy. You picked up a handmade candle that smelled like vanilla and sandalwood, a bag of crisp pink lady apples that shone like jewels, and a heavy spaghetti squash for that new recipe you’d been meaning to try. You kept strolling, peeking into each booth, making sure you didn’t miss anything interesting. At the last booth, colorful, hand-sewn head scarves fluttered in the breeze like silk flags. You’d been wanting one for your countless bad hair days.
The line was short. Your eyes drifted to the man at the front. He was tall, really tall, with broad, toned shoulders stretching the fabric of his tight shirt. Shoulder-length shaggy brown hair, almost a mullet, but it worked. He moved with a polite, easy confidence that made the cashier smile wide. When he turned to leave, your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
He’d changed. Buff now, arms and chest filled out from what must’ve been serious gym time. No more blonde; this new darker, tousled look suited the sharper edges of his face. Your pulse spiked. You tried to look away, suddenly hyper-aware of your chaotic market day outfit and falling messy bun , but it was too late. His eyes locked on you and that famous smirk spread across his lips.
“Hey, y/n. Long time no see. How you doin’?” His voice was the same low drawl that used to melt you.
Your cheeks burned. “Hollis! I’m good. Didn’t even recognize you at first. Loving the new look.”
He laughed, warm and genuine, stepping closer. The scent of him… clean skin, faint cologne, a hint of cigarette smoke, it hit you like a memory. “Yeah, wanted to switch it up. Don’t like keeping the same image too long. Boutta drop a new album, actually. Think this fits the vibe better.”
“Well, I like it. If that counts for anything.”
“Oh, it definitely counts.” His gaze lingered. “Whatcha been up to?”
You ended up on a nearby bench, talking for what felt like hours. The afternoon sun warmed your skin as you caught up. You shared about your internship, your hectic schedule, the new place, the car you were proud of. Laughter came easy, but so did the undercurrent of tension, that old electricity humming between you.
“You still got the same number?” he asked eventually, eyes darkening. “I’m only in town tonight. Leaving tomorrow. Wanna come over like old times?”
You knew you shouldn’t. Those buried feelings would flood back the second he touched you. But his charm, that smirk, the way his tall frame leaned toward you… you were powerless.
“Yeah. Sounds good. Text me.” You winked, heart racing, and walked away on shaky legs.
The rest of the day dragged. You showered at home, the hot water cascading over your skin as you shaved every inch, then slipped into your sexiest black lace bra and panties. Hours ticked by. Doubt crept in… maybe he’d forgotten, maybe it was just talk. Then your phone dinged.
Sending a driver. What’s your new address?
You sent it back, pulse thundering. The blacked-out SUV arrived right on time.
He opened the door when you pulled up to his sleek hillside house, city lights glittering below like stars. “Damn, glad you came,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. His arms felt stronger, solid muscle against you. He gave you a quick tour of some of the decorating and remodeling he had done, the air inside cool and scented with his cologne and a faint burning candle. New tracks thumped through the speakers… upbeat, heavier beats that vibrated in your chest. You sipped a strong, fruity drink on his couch while he watched you listen, pleased when you told him it slapped.
Eventually he nodded toward the deck. “Hot tub? Helps me unwind.”
You mentioned how you didn’t have a swimsuit. His smirk said it all. “You never needed one before.”
You both walked onto the back deck and you stripped to your lace set. The night air was cool as you slipped into the bubbling hot tub, steam rising around you, the water gloriously hot against your skin. Hollis was already inside, water glistening on his broad chest and shoulders, shaggy brown hair pushed back. You settled across from him, tension and heat building with every shared glance and sip of your drink.
“I actually missed you, y’know,” he said after a while, voice low and rough. Your heart slammed wildly. “Not just for the obvious reasons. The way we fit. I don’t know..”
He crossed the water, caging you against the edge. His fingers trailed slowly down your neck, leaving goosebumps despite the heat. “Not gonna lie,” he whispered hot against your ear, “not sure anyone out there could compare to you, baby. I know your body too well. You know exactly what I like. Let’s have some fun, yeah?”
You nodded, breathless. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as water poured off your bodies. He carried you to his room, dripping across the floor, and laid you on his bed without a care.
His mouth crashed into yours, tongue demanding, tasting like the drinks you’d shared. Large hands roamed greedily… squeezing your ass, palming your tits, thumbs brushing your hardening nipples through wet lace. He yanked your panties down roughly and tossed them aside, then shoved your bra cups below your breasts. You were mentally preparing yourself for the countless orgasms he was about to give you.
“Fuck, look at these pretty tits,” he growled, leaning down. His tongue swirled lightly around one nipple exactly how you loved, then he sucked hard, grazing teeth while his thick fingers found your soaked pussy. Two fingers pushed inside you while his thumb pressed firm, perfect circles on your clit. “So wet already. This pussy missed me, didn’t it? Been thinking about this dick stretching you open for months, huh?”
You moaned loudly, nodding, hips bucking. He switched nipples, sucking and licking until you were writhing, then kissed behind your ear… those soft little kisses that always melted you, before biting your neck possessively.
“On your knees, baby. Ass up. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
You obeyed, arching your back. He groaned at the sight, palming your ass before smacking it hard. The sting bloomed hot. Then he lined up and thrust in deep with one agonizingly slow stroke, bottoming out and stretching you wide. The fullness was overwhelming… exactly what you’d been craving.
“Fuuuck, so tight. So fucking perfect,” he praised, voice rough as he started pounding into you. Skin slapped wetly against skin, the obscene sound filling the room along with your moans. “This pussy is grippin’ me so good. No one else feels like this. You were made for my cock, weren’t you, baby?”
He fisted your hair, pulling your head back as he railed you harder, hips snapping. One hand reached around to rub your clit in those expert circles. “That’s it. Take this dick. Cream all over it like you used to.”
You came hard, clenching around him, vision blurring. He didn’t falter, he fucked you through it with deep, punishing strokes. “Good fucking girl. Give it to me.”
He pulled out, flipped you onto your back, and hooked your legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every thrust. Sweat and the residual water from the hot tub slicked your bodies. His shaggy hair fell around his face as he stared down at you, eyes dark with lust and his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Look at me while I fuck you, baby. Eyes on me.” He leaned down, kissing behind your ear again, then sucking a mark onto your neck. He stared into your soul. “You’re so beautiful when you’re taking my cock. This tight little pussy is mine tonight. Missed this so much.”
He pounded harder, the wet squelching sounds filthy and loud. You came once again, screaming out his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders. He praised you through it. “That’s my girl. Cum on this dick again. So fuckin’ pretty when you fall apart for me.”
Next he pulled you on top, hands gripping your hips. “Bounce on it, baby. Show me how bad you missed this dick.”
You sank down onto him slowly, savoring every thick inch. Once seated, you rolled your hips, grinding deep. He groaned, hands squeezing your ass, guiding you faster. “Fuck yes. Look at you bouncing on my cock. So wet, so good for me. Play with those tits while you ride me… pinch your nipples just how you like. Fuuuckk.”
You obeyed, moaning as pleasure built again. He thrust up to meet you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “You feel so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had. Don’t stop, baby… ride me harder.”
Your third orgasm hit like a wave. You were overstimulated, twitching and gasping for air, unsure of how much more you could take. He didn’t care. He flipped you onto your side, spooning behind you. One strong arm hooked under your knee, spreading you wide as he slid back in. Slow, deep grinds turned into fast, rough thrusts. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing perfectly while he kissed and bit your neck.
“Such a fuckin’ slut for me,” he growled in your ear. “Taking everything I give you. This pussy is creaming so much… listen to how wet you are.” The filthy sounds filled the room. “Gonna make you cum again, then I’m filling that pretty mouth.”
You shattered one more time, shaking in his arms, tearing sliding down your face. He pulled out, stroking his glistening cock. “On your knees, baby. Open that beautiful mouth for me.”
You dropped down eagerly, taking him deep, tasting yourself on every vein. He fucked your throat with controlled thrusts, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “That’s it. Suck it just like that. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. Good girl… fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He groaned deep as he spilled hot and thick across your tongue. You swallowed every drop, making sure to suck him completely empty, looking up at him with watery, satisfied eyes.
Hollis collapsed beside you, pulling your sweat-slick body tight against his chest. His large hand stroked down your back possessively as you both caught your breath, hearts still racing.
“Stay the night,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “We’ve got a lot more catching up to do, baby. I’ve got all night to remind you exactly how good we are together.”
You smiled against his skin, already aching for more. Some addictions you never really quit.
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just a lil sum sum while i procrastinate writing more for keep it professional LOL SORRY
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