ella wanna be a star

20 year old with nothing better to do

[emmonu]

୨⎯ ellawannabeastar's masterlist ⎯୧

2hollis texts:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ fwb!series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8.1 8.2 9 10

2hollis fics:

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rommulas texts:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ bf!roman x student!reader texts

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nonchalant!bf!roman x reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ hardtoget!mean!reader x roman

rommulas oneshots:

°°••....••°° a prickly thorn never scared me (f)

conceal texts:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ texts between reader and ryan

[emmonu]

Hey queen hope you’re doing well I missed you!

Hi! Tysm <333 I feel so sorry about the way I abandoned this account but im a fourth year law student who happens to also have the bar exam real soon so i basically dont even have time to breathe 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[emmonu]

I need another part of I never even got your name sooooooooooo bad

i JUST finished exams today so trust this will be dealt with #verysoon

[romansbbg]

nsfw alphabet - 2hollis

*contains nsfw content & themes of sex - do not read if u don't like that :)*

note: this is my opinion/headcanons of hollis. these are obviously not real and if u don't agree that's okay :) we both don't know him personally so don't get upset. also i wrote this with a fem!reader in mind!! i tried to keep it pretty neutral and i've never written for a m!reader, but if that's something you guys are interested in just lmk and i can do it!!!!

my masterlist

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like hollis would be super sweet. he’d clean you then cuddle into you before falling asleep.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

(lowk gonna skip his fav body part of his bc idk and i felt corny when i wrote it for conceal/ryan) hes DEFFFF a boob guy. overly obsessed & always playing with them like they're some sort of stress ball 😭 & we've all seen his little tinder profile ("in search of for a dominant mommy with big milkies :3") && IDC if it's not real, i wouldn't put it past him even if it's fake.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

hollis likes keeping you close instead of pulling away, meaning whether he cums inside or on you it’s really intimate.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

his praise kink goes crazy. i feel like he’d whimper like a bitch if the sex got to the point where it was soooo good and his partner is calling him a good boy & telling him that he’s doing a good job or some shit like that

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

experienced and confident about it. not annoyingly confident or too cocky, but he’s good at what he’s doing and it’s obvious.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl. he’d loooove to watch his partner ride him. he also enjoys to hold you up, gripping tightly on your hips as he takes control & fucks up into you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i can def imagine him being a little bit silly during sex. i feel like most of the time he’s whispering jokes into your ear or softly laughing as he fucks you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don’t think there’s tm going on down there. mostly clean shaven, but maybe a bit of stubble.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

veryyy intimate. i feel like hollis is all ab the little things like eye contact, slow/soft touches, hands on your face etc. he wants to make sure you feel wanted instead of just lusted after.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

you and hollis are the type of couple to send filthy pictures and videos to each other. one day, you sent him a picture of you wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, knowing he’s miles away on tour. less than 10 minutes later, you received a video that was a few minutes long. the video consisted of hollis moaning into the phone, the camera angled on his sore cock as he stroked himself to finish.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

(ok this is so biased for all the nsfw alphabets ive done but idgaf) mommy kink. praise kink. might i even slip a little breeding kink in there too?

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom is his fav - he feels like he has more control over what you guys can do since it’s more private - but hotel rooms on tour are high up on his ranking too. after a long adrenaline-boosting yet tiring show, being in a hotel room (though you’re in a different one every night) brings in privacy and quietness, something necessary after the intensity of the show hours before. here, you two are able to let go after a long day, not having much to think about except for eachother.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

confidenceeee. he looooves when his girl is confident & cocky - when you know what you’re doing, you don’t have to try hard to get him in the mood.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

obviously nothing to seriously hurt you, but also anything rushed. hollis likes dragging out passionate moments with you, whether that means actually having sex for a while or just being super intimate & cute with you before & after doing it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

oh he’s a munch fs. prefers giving but also loves receiving. he’s def the type to eat you out until you physically can’t take it anymore. i also feel like he’d use his nose on your clit (👀👀). professional eater type shi

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

hollis def fucks slower (not super slow though) and rough. his dick does most of the work for him though since he’s def big asf.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he def prefers taking his time when it’s possible, but he’s sooo down for quickies whenever you guys have the time. a quickie before one of his shows is an easy way for him to get amped up & ready to preform.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he likes the thrill of experimenting, but i don’t think he’d go too far w it. mostly js stuff you guys have talked about/agreed to.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

hollis’ stamina is pretty solid. he can go for a few rounds (average 2-3, maybe 4 if we’re pushing it?!?!), but def can only do 1 MAX 2 rounds after a show.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i can’t imagine him using toys w his partner or on himself (lowk a lil bias im sorry)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he looooves being a tease and will absolutely drag it tf out just to see how you’d react.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t feel like hollis is like super whiny (at least not all the time), but i feel like he moans more. we’ve heard teenage soldier, so we know he’s somewhat vocal, but i don’t think he’s making tons of noise during every second of sex. i do think he’d moan/groan more than he’d whimper/whine though.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hollis likes marking you up, especially on your thigh/inner thigh and hip area (inspo from gold - “backseat i ate it in my gold teeth” 😛😛)

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

omfg like big asf. not so much girthy, but looooong.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but it’s controlled. he wants you often & thinks about you a lot, but he’s not gonna let that dictate every action he makes & every word he says to you. he knows when and where to suggest doing anything, but still loves to tease, keeping those words/actions more playful than serious.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once you guys are finished and he’s made sure you’re comfortable and okay, he’s out like a light. he’ll cuddle into you and wrap his arm around you while he snores softly.

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a/n : im sososososo sorry guys ive been having terrible writers block or wtv and ive had absolutely ZERO motivation to write ANYTHING. ik this is obviously easier to write/less work compared to the actual series that i have, but its js so hard to even want to write anything w no motivation whatsoever. but here u guys are!! sorry for keeping u waiting, i hope u love it!! lmk what u guys think about this!!! should i do an nsfw alphabet for nettspend maybe?!?! 👀 (i need to stop adding onto my list of ongoing/not yet written fics omfg but i’m so down for a nett one just lmk). likes/reblogs are appreciated!!!!! love u guyssssss <222

lmk if you want to be tagged in any future 2hollis fics!

[hon3ybubbl3s]

did you notice me staring? (rommulas x fem!reader)

synopsis: at a house party, you catch the attention of an eager young man who wants to see what makes you tick..

tags: sleaze!roman, softdom!roman, fem!reader, talking through it, p in v, mutual masturbation, use of angel and good girl, drunk sex, in a tight space

author's note: first boyliife fic, i've noticed a lot of aggressive/hatesex roman fics but i think he should be allowed to be nasty and seductive sometimes just as a treat...

wc: 2446

The lights are blaring, the music is so loud you can feel it in every bone of your body, and the vodka was making a buzz in your head. Shoulder to shoulder in some random's house, you were dancing like your life depended on it. Sweat beads on your forehead and under your shirt, as you take a deep swig of a sweet vodka cruiser— savouring the taste on your lips, mixed with sweat.

As the night deepens, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and in your tipsy state, you lean into it. You lean into the body now pressing itself against you, and start assessing the physique— it is a man, he's tall, and has a firm, flat stomach. His arm maintains a firm, not tough, grip on your midriff as he sways side to side to the music. The hand snaked around you has a tattoo on the forearm, his fingers adorned in rings. He smells of a husky cologne, dipped in ferns and sandalwood. This could be literally anyone, but you know at the least it isn't Hollis. He's busy fiddling with the DJ set. His notable sidekick appears to be missing, though…

"Enjoying your night, angel?" a familiar, deep voice whispers into your ear.

Shit— it's Roman.

Roman was well known amongst your friend group for his looks. He was so handsome it was almost scary; with a smile that could convince a serial killer to stop dead in their tracks. You didn't know much about him, but his usually darting gaze tended to linger on you for longer than usual. Upon looking at the hand on your midriff, you took note of the sharp acrylic nails. It's definitely him. The nerves started to set in.

"Yeah," you sigh into his body. "What are you doing down here?" "Can't I check up on you?" Roman whispers, with a smirk lining his lips, "You look like you're having fun down here." "I am," you take another sip from the glass bottle that was starting to get warm in your grasp. "Have you noticed me staring, angel?" Roman's other hand snakes around you, pulling you closer to his firm, skinny body. "No, were you..?" you ask nervously. "Yes, for a while, now," his wavy hair grazes your shoulder as he leans closer, "I really like what you've got on tonight." "Do you?" "Yep," he utters, hands roaming down to your hips. "Can't keep my eyes off you.." Your ears burn at the attention, ramming back into him, head spinning from the adrenaline and the alcohol. He holds onto you firmly, lightly digging his long nails into your hips. "You smell nice," you tell him, now fully grinding on him. "Do I now?" he utters, pressing himself against your ass, "so do you, gorgeous girl." His tone rumbled against your body, feeling it from his chest. Your body shivered. "Where the fuck is Roman?" some guy shouts across the house, and he quickly lets go of you, but let his hand grip onto your hip for just one more second. "I'll be back for you, angel," he whispers before ducking away to the source of the shouting. You mourn his touch instantly, before turning to look at where he went.

That entire time, you hadn't been able to see his face. You knew it like the back of your hand, though— even now, he was turned away, arm slung over another guy. His wavy dark hair rested at his shoulders, his toned arms visible in a tight black tank. Jeans held up by a belt, sagging just enough so that the underwear band was visible. It was uniquely teasing.

Trying to ignore the onrush of feelings knotting in your core, you leave the noise of the main room to go sit in a small closet, on a countertop between some cupboards. It's muffled enough, just for a breather. The small fluorescent light in the ceiling flickers. You scroll on your phone anxiously, trying to dissipate the flushing in your cheeks, when the door opens;

"I've found you," Roman purrs, and you immediately start blushing upon seeing him. His lips were curled, and the look in his eyes was dangerous. He shuts the door behind him, "Are you getting nervous? Weren't you just bumping all up on me?" "It's different when you're looking right at me," you mumble, fiddling with your clothes. "It's alright, angel," Roman slowly closes the gap between you, prying your legs apart and placing himself between them. His rosaries glimmered in the faint light, his eye makeup smudged, cheeks flushing from the heat. "I've heard about you, it's nice to talk face to face." "You're very close to me, Roman." "Push me away if you want," he sneers, and you meekly keep your hands down by your sides. He knows you want him, and it's driving him almost as crazy as he's driving you.

You stare at his face, watching his eyes dart all over you, as one hand creeps up your thigh, rubbing from the hip down to the knee. "You know you want me," he circles the skin of your flushed thighs, "You can admit it." "Do you want me?" you mumble, fiddling with the hem of your clothes. "Wouldn't you wanna know?" he sneers, leaning in so close to you that his breath was warm on your ear, sending your hairs up, "Am I driving you crazy?" "Yes," you borderline whimper into his collar, "but you know that, you prick." "Absolutely I do, I can feel your goosebumps," Roman gently glides his hand up and down your thigh, as if he's done this a million times before. He gently licks on the lobe of your ear, and a whimper escapes your lips, much to his delight. One hand rises from your thigh and cups your neck, as he plants kisses on your ear, the lewdness of the noise sending pulses throughout your body. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you hold into his lower back, nails digging into his skin through the tank. He grins against your skin, kissing from your ear onto the side of your neck; pressing himself against you. You tense your thighs, squeezing against his hips, and he pushes his body against yours, and you shudder upon feeling his hardening boner press against your crotch. He sighs, kissing into your jaw. "Tell me you want me, angel," Roman whispers, grinding himself against you, "let me hear you." "Ugh," you whine, humiliated, "I need you…" "You need who?" "I need you, Roman, please…" "That's a girl," he utters, groping your thigh. You moan through your teeth, and he moves his lips from your jaw up your face to your hungry lips. The contact was instant, but he does everything in his power to keep you from rushing. He presses closed-mouth kisses over your lips, ignoring your attempts to involve tongue. The gentle overlap of your lips lingered for multiple seconds, with throbbing from both of your crotches setting the tone quite clearly.

Roman lets go of your thigh and uses his other hand to palm himself through his jeans. A sigh rumbles against your lips, and you desperately want to remove all of your clothes and press your pussy against him— but he tortures you. He seperates your soaked underwear and his pulsating cock with his veiny hand. "F-Fuck—" you moan into the closed mouth kiss, "can't you touch me?" "I'd prefer it if you did it yourself," he pauses before reattaching himself to your lips. "Fuck you, Roman—" you whine, removing your lips from his and snaking your arm back around to slip into your panties, immediately shivering at the contact with your swollen and soaked clit. It had been ages since something like this had aroused you to this degree, and the alcohol certainly wasn't helping. He smirks, eyeing your fingers eagerly. "Someone wants this bad, huh?" he teases, groping himself. "F-fuck yeah, I do," you whimper as you begin to masturbate. "I hate you." "You love me, angel," he groans, jerking himself off through the fabric. "I hate you f-for neglecting me like this," you admit through whimpers. "Keep talking like that and maybe I'll give you what you want so badly, baby," Roman smirks, biting his bottom lip. Your face scrunches in pleasure, and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place. He certainly doesn't mind. He begins to unbuckle his belt, slowly, watching your eyes. You nod eagerly, slipping your fingers down to your entrance and teasing it. "Mm? You wann'it?" Roman teases yet again, slowing his movement. You whimper. "Yes, Roman, I want it, so fucking bad—" you lean back and exclaim, and he admires your tipsy state with glee. "What do you want, angel?" he smirks. You remove your hand from your panties. "F-fuck— I know you want to fuck me, Roman, you can't pretend y-you don't." "Mmm…" he licks his lips, "I'm not sure, angel… Maybe say a special word…?" "Please, Roman," you beg, eyes crying for pleasure.

He caves, finally, slinging his belt off and it hits the floor hurriedly. He unzips his jeans and unbuttons his boxers, freeing an impressive boner that was leaking a lot of precum from the tip. "That's a good girl," Roman sighs, holding himself firm at the base. "You want this?" "Yes, please, Roman," "Mmh—" he whimpers, pressing against your soaked panties. Your clit throbs impatiently and you moan at the lewd sensation. "Who's a good girl?" "I am, Roman, I am," you cry, grinding against him like your life depended on it. "What are you?" "I'm your good girl, Roman…" "Fuck, you're so good, angel," his lips curl into a smirk before he leans in and kisses you properly.

You are bumping and humping each other like rapid dogs in this tiny, humid closet as if the sun will never rise again. It's exactly where you want to be. You are moaning into each other's mouth, Roman's hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders. The bass was thumping into the wall, reverbrating into your chest; but not as strongly as your heartbeat. In your drunken stupor, you reach down and pull your panties aside, and you gasp at the contact of his warm cock against your wet pussy. Roman pulls away from your lips, looking down. His lips curl into an excited smirk at the sight, and he slides himself up and down your soaked entrance, and you shiver. "Do you want it? Huh?" Roman teases, raising a hand to your neck, cupping it. "Please, Rom-an…" you huff, pressing yourself agaisnt him, out of breath from arousal. "I'unno if you can handle it, angel.." he chuckles to himself. "Here, try to take it…"

He slides the tip inside you, and you both sigh at the relief. You are so aroused the stretching does not burn even a little, in fact it relieves the tension of gripping around nothing. You break into a giggle, clasping at Roman's collar, and he slowly pulls back out, before coming in a little deeper. He absolutely loves to draw out this torture of the contact you so badly need. You yearn so badly for him. Finally, he bottoms out, and you moan deeply, clenching uncontrollably. He chuckles, beginning to thrust, slowly, deeply. It feels like a deep, intimate embrace; the friction frazzling your senses. "Your pussy feels like heaven," Roman sighs, "it's like she can't let me go…" "You're not goin' anywhere soo—on;" you whine, bucking your hips against his flat stomach as he fucks you. "S'that right, angel?" he leans in, closing in on your ear. "Who's a good girl?" "I am, Roman," you cry, "I'm a good girl—" "That's right, yes you are," he bites down, picking up the pace and thumbing your clit in circles as he fucks you. "You're so good for me, angel.." "I'm yours, Roman," you whimper, "fuck, it feels so good.." "Yeah? How good is it?" "S-So fucking go-od," you whine, voice cracking as he thumps you against the wall with each pump. "Bet it is, angel," he sighs, kissing and sucks on your neck, leaving unsavory bruises. "Keep squeezing on me like that and you'll drive me fucking crazy.." "You want that, do-on't you-u?" you squeeze your eyes shut, digging your nails into his back. "Sure do," he utters, "show me what you've got, angel." You stifle your moans, focusing on fucking Roman back, pushing against his pull. He grins against your neck, and the thrusting picks up. That ever so familiar knot forms in your stomach, albeit this time way more aggressive and without warning. "Ro—oman, I'm gonna cu—m, I'm cumming," your body seizes, and he hears you, not changing a thing about his pace, instead allowing you to ride out your pleasure on him. You cum aggressively, pussy pulsing and gripping Roman's cock tightly and sporadically, earning low grunts of guttural elation from his lips as he focuses on you and your orgasm. He's actually fighting his own. "Where do I cum, angel?" he asks desperately. "Please, inside me, Roman," you sigh, eager for one final hit of perverted pleasure. "You sure?" he looks at you through his messy, curly hair, eyes hesitant yet pleading. Cheeks flushed, sweat beading to his forehead. You nod enthusiastically, and he maintains eye contact as he starts to thrust much faster, this time chasing his own high. It was overstimulating, but it still felt so good. "You're such a fucking good girl," he huffs, eyebrows scrunching in pleasure. "I won't ever forget this." "Promise you'll— come back for— more?" you whine through huffs. "You won't get rid of me easily;" he utters, gripping onto your hips as he nears his peak, "I'm close, be a good girl and take it.." "Roman—" you cry, eagerly anticipating the sensation. He groans deeply, and you feel many hot spurts coat the deep ends of your pussy. You close your eyes, riding out the high, and feel his hot breath cascade over your face and body as he, too, slowly comes down.

Once he's fully finished, he slowly slides out of you. It makes a perverted, wet noise, and you exhale, feeling emptier. He admires what he's done to you, cum starting to drip out of you. He scoops your face with both hands, the metal of his rings still warm, and kisses you firmly, yet not passionately, on the lips. "Thank you, angel," he utters, pressing his forehead to yours, "I knew this would be worth it." "Wanna go.. get another drink..?" you pant. "…Not while you look like this."

a/n: i hope this was okay! first boyliife fic! if you want to be in a taglist for any future boyliife things let me know. i can see myself writing for hollis as well. happy gooning xx

[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 12

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: angst.. maybe some slapping

Hollis felt his blood run cold at her confession. Had she really been thinking about leaving her boyfriend for him? He couldn't process it just yet. He didn't want to process it. Not yet.

"Don't you feel the same?.." She asked uncertainty lacing her words.

In that exact moment, hearing her ask that question that had been plaguing his mind, Hollis hesitated, his heart screaming at him to just tell her the truth — that he was obsessed with her, that he wanted her more than anything, that he would burn the world down to be with her.

"No," he lied, his voice that was once so soft and warm towards her now so cold, "I don't feel the same."

She felt her ground shattering in a billion, trillion pieces. All of her silly hopes and dreams of leaving her boyfriend and moving on with Hollis shattered in a million pieces with just once sentence. She guessed she must have been dumb to think that a man like Hollis did really want her in that way. She couldn't believe that all of this was happening over phone too. Next to her boyfriend, out of all places. She felt her eyes tear up unexpectedly.

"Are you being for real?" She asked, her voice small.

Hollis heard the hurt in her voice and it killed him inside. It killed him because he knew what he was about to do was the best option for her. For them. For his reputation in the industry. God knows he already was in this position — being the other man — for twice as many times as he would have liked. He wanted to take his words back immediately, but his pride and fear held him back.

"This was just sex for me," he said in a firm tone, "nothing more and nothing less."

"It... it didnt.. feel like it.." she said softly, her voice giving away the hurt in her tone.

Hollis clenched his jaw on the other line of the phone, hating every word he was about to say, "you're reading into things," he said coldly, "you wanted to feel something more, so your mind made it up."

On the other end of the phone he heard her breathing hitch. "This was just a hookup, a really, really hot hookup."

She felt the anger then rise up in her throat. She couldn't believe he would ever say something like this. For the past month she had sneaked around with Hollis, she had convinced herself that he wanted her more than that. A simple hookup. She wouldn't have been asking shit like that if he didn't act the way he did.

"But...but you were the one asking me stuff like "when are you breaking up" and other stupid shit like, "oh I can be better than him", are you fucking dumb?" she said, rising up from the bed now hiding in the bathroom, afraid of waking up her boyfriend.

Behind the phone Hollis' face was painted with anger and embarrassment at being called out. He had been asking those things, hadn't he? Because he was falling for her, because he wanted her to leave her boyfriend for him. Because he envisioned himself walking out of his shows with her on his arm. He thought more often than he should have about how he could protect her and be better than her shitty boyfriend. But he couldn't admit that now, could he? So he didn't. He stayed silent.

"How could you say that," she continued, "All of these things and then act like this."

Hollis's voice was cold, his anger and frustration boiling over like a pot.

"Because I wanted to fuck you more, what other reason?"

"You are a really big piece of shit did you know that?"

His eyes began to stung unexpectedly at her words. Because it had been special for him. It was so fucking special to him that he was destroying everything right now to hide the fact that he cared way too much. It was so special to him because even if it seemed like everything was moving against what they had, it felt like somehow, some way they were going to make it work.

"It wasn't special to me," he said, "it was just good fucking."

"So you even kissed my forehead just to do this bullshit?"

"So what? People kiss each other's foreheads all the time."

"You.." — He cut her off, his voice trembling. "I kissed your fucking forehead because it felt right in the moment. But that doesn't mean shit and you know it."

With a tone laced with pure venom, she opened her mouth, "you cried in my arms — you — when we took that molly and you were holding to me like I was—! Don't think I didn't notice."

He quickly composed himself, his voice turning harsh again, "I was high as fuck that night, I could have cried in anyone's arms. It didn't mean anything."

"Yeah?" She asked, feeling the tears falling down from both eyes simultaneously.

He was digging himself deeper and deeper into this hole. "Yeah."

"Fine."

He waited for a few minutes, expecting her to say something else. He wanted her to scream at him. Yell at him. Curse him out. He wanted her to do anything to make it hurt more. To treat him like he deserved to be treated in that moment.

"Never look for me again Hollis." she said bluntly in the phone, hoping and praying that he was going to say anything to make her rethink this. Convince her that this wasn't over.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Hollis' heart shattered into a million pieces. He wanted to take his words back so badly in that moment. Tell her that it wasn't the truth. That he was playing. That this isn't real. He wanted to tell her to never hang up, to never leave him, to always be his. But instead, he said the worst thing possible. Hollis had already accepted that he was meant to be destroying everything good in his life right now. But he had to. He had to push her away before he fell completely for her.

"Fine." He said bluntly.

"Fine." She said again repeating after him,

Hollis' hand was shaking as he held the phone. He wanted to reach through the line and pull her back to him. But he didn't. He couldn't. He had made his bed, now he had to lie in it.

"Take care of yourself."

"Fuck you, Hollis, you're just an egomaniacal bitch."

"Yeah, I am. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone before he could change his mind. He sat in the darkness of his room, the phone still in his hand. He looked down at it, coming to terms with the fact that he had just destroyed one of his only chances to be able to call the girl of his dreams his own. He had never felt so empty, so hollow. He had pushed away a girl he had actually been able to see himself with for the long term. And he had done it deliberately, cruelly. Because that was what he thought he needed to do.

She promised that this isn't over. She didn't want things to end like this. So sudden on a random night.

She knew she was insane for what she was about to do next.

Taking her phone into her hands, she prayed that he hadn't blocked her already. She opened Find My, seeing his location. She thanked everyone who watched over her for his cluelessness of having a Find My even if he was famous.

She didn't even bother grabbing her jacket as she left the house. Leaving her sleeping boyfriend alone in their shared bed. She didn't even think before getting into the car, driving like someone who had just gotten the perfect opportunity to commit their mastermind plan.

Reaching his door, it took everything in her as she pounded both of her fists against it.

He was startled out of his misery by the loud pounding on his door. He froze, his heart racing. He got up slowly, his body heavy with exhaustion and emotion. He opened the door without checking who it was, and his heart stopped completely at the sight before him.

"How?.."

Without saying a word more or a word less, she pushed Hollis inside by his shoulders, slamming the door shut behind her with her foot. Not even thinking twice, her palm connected to the side of his face, watching as his head turned aggressively to the left.

"Say it didn't mean anything to my fucking face."

Hollis stumbled back from the impact, his cheek stinging. But he didn't say anything as his blood ran cold at her boldness. He stood there, staring at her tear-stained face, her red eyes, her trembling body. He couldn't believe she actually somehow found out where he lived — and came pounding on his door.

"It didn't mean anything." He said turning his eyes downwards.

She couldn't stop herself, the anger completely overrunning her as she pushed against his shoulders, once then twice, watching his body stumble backwards as she repeatedly yelled at him.

"Say it again Hollis," she was almost screaming now as she pushed him further and further inside his living room, "Say it again.."

Hollis stumbled back again and again, each push from her firm hands making him feel even worse. He didn't bother fighting it. He knew he deserved this. He deserved so much worse actually.

"It didn't fucking mean anything." He said quietly, betraying himself.

She finally pushed him one last time, watching Hollis fall down sitting on the couch.

"Then why are you crying." She said firmly as he looked up at her.

Looking up, Hollis hadn't even realised that his face was wet with tears. He tried to open his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Because she was right. He was crying. He was fucking crying over a girl he barely even knew.

"Shut up." He said violently trying to dry his tears even as they kept dropping.

She grabbed his cheeks, holding his face to look up at hers, her eyebrows furrowed while she spoke.

"Why are you crying, Hollis?"

Hollis tried to pull away from her hands, but she held him firm. He felt like a fucking idiot sitting there crying in front of her. But he couldn't stop. Seeing her like this, knowing he had made her this hurt and angry just to protect himself.

"Tell me."

Hollis's shoulders shook as he tried to hold back more tears. Even if he tried to say anything now, he wouldn't be able to. His voice would betray him. His body would betray him. If he rose up now to actually speak to her, he would probably immediately fall to his knees and beg her for forgiveness.

"I hate you Hollis." She said firmly, still holding his face to look up at her.

It hurt him. Much more than he expected it to. It made him physically recoil to hear these three little words from him.

"I hate you!" She cried now sobbing agressively as she grabbed him by the roots of his hair, pushing his head back. "Tell me you were lying Hollis."

Hollis' eyes scrunched in pain as she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back.

He could feel the tears streaming down his face again. He was losing control completely and she was breaking him down piece by piece.

"I wasn't lying."

She stopped then, looking him straight in the eyes. "It really didn't mean any-fucking-thing to you?"

Hollis held her gaze intensely, his tears slowing down.

"No."

"You're lying Hollis," she said again, as she stood between his legs while he was sat down on the couch looking up at her.

Hollis felt his heart racing as she stood between his legs, looking down at him with those intense eyes. He wanted to grab her, pull her close, and tell her he was lying. But instead, he did what he thought was needed.

"I'm not lying."

She let go off him then, stepping back. She tried to calm herself down — remind herself that this was all over a stupid hookup and a few messages

He watched her as she stepped back, his body immediately missing her touch. He hated himself for it. He wanted her to touch him again, to grab him, to yell at him, to do anything but step back. That simple gesture just meant that she accepted his words. He would forever hate himself for ending it like this so he reached out without thinking and grabbed her wrist before she could retreat further.

Without another word, he pulled her back between his legs forcefully, his hand wrapping around her waist possessively. He was sick of playing games. Sick of lying to himself and to her.

"It meant something." He whispered, not trusting his own voice.

"What?" She looked down at him then, the intensity of the grip he had on her waist almost hurting.

"What what? You want me to say it even louder?" He asked gripping her waist, looking up at her, eyes pleading.

Under her stare, he felt his last wall crumbling down. He was exposed now, with no way of going back. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in that moment. And he had fucked it all up.

"It meant something," he yelled at her, his voice cracking, "every fucking second with you meant something." He buried his face in her stomach, his shoulders shaking with sobs. It all quieted down. For just a moment.

He was a mess, completely broken down in front of her. His voice was muffled against her stomach as he tried to speak through his tears.

"It meant something... with you... fuck."

"Hollis.." Her voice was soft and gentle and almost loving.

"Please... It meant something with you... I promise." He was borderline begging now, his voice softened. She tried to push him away, his shoulders hunched, but he didn't pull away. A fresh wave of tears slipped down his cheeks as he looked up at her with pleading, broken eyes.

"Why, Hollis." Her eyes were blazing with anger and hurt. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper, "Because I was scared... fucking terrified that if I admitted how much what we had meant to me... that if I actually let myself fall..."

She realised in that moment what he was saying, that her being with her boyfriend while Hollis had feelings for her could have ruined everything — that Hollis truly was the other man.

She dropped down to her knees then, arms going around his shoulders, she was now crying again too, "I'm sorry..," she sobbed, "I'm sorry.. I will break up with him." She sobbed again, the thought of losing Hollis actually making her terrified, "I was so.."

Hollis's heart shattered into a million pieces once again at her words. His arms wrapped around her waist like a vice as he buried his face in her neck.

"No... no, don't you dare..."

"No, Hollis, stop," she begged as she tried to break away from his hold, "I will do it, I will break up with him."

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[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 11

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: phone sex kinda, mutual masturbation, not proof read yet, afab reader

Before she could stop herself or even think twice about what she was going to do next, she pressed call on the phone number. Glancing sideways, next to her, the man she had the displeasure of calling her boyfriend was sleeping soundly in her pink bed, wrapped around the blanket they were supposed to share. The clock read precisely 2:12 AM when it connected to the other line.

On the other end of the phone, Hollis was laying in bed sleeping soundly after a hard day at the studio. He couldn't quite get to quiet his mind lately. He didn't even look at the screen before answering, mumbling a confused "Hello". When he heard her voice, though, he immediately perked up.

"Fuck you," she whispered in the phone, "Why haven't you talked to me since the gala?"

Hollis now sat up in his bed, fully awake at hearing her question him in such a condescending manner. He ran a hand through his messy hair before a small smile rised on his lips.

"Because you've been busy with your boyfriend lately, seemed like it on IG." He teased her lightly, his voice still deep with sleep.

"You know I can't stand him.." she whispered as she looked over, catching the small rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest as he slept soundly.

"I know you can't stand him," he chuckled softly in the phone, already feeling his ego inflating "No other reason to be calling another man at 2 AM, right?"

"Right." She admits a bit more faster than she hoped.

Speaking softly into the mic, Hollis was trying to keep his composure despite feeling a sense of almost proudness at having her think of him even if she was right next to that man he despised so much.

"So, you missed me or something?"

"Of course I fucking missed you," she muttered in the phone, "You haven't spoken to me since the gala, what was I even to you?" She was amazed at the sudden courage she had.

Hollis wished she could have saw the smirk that now adorned his face, "My fuck buddy?"

"Fuck buddy?" She repeated before shushing herself immediately after as her boyfriend stirred slightly in bed, "You were crying in my arms, mind you."

"Yeah, well, I was high off my ass and being dramatic," Hollis said through gritted teeth "I mean, I miss that selfish little moan you let out when I kissed down your neck in that disgusting stall.."

"Shut up." Her cheeks were already catching different spots of red at his word.

Hollis chuckled, loving how easily he could get a reaction out of her.

"What? It's true," he paused, his voice dropping lower, "you miss it too, don't you? My cock inside you? Making those cute little sounds?"

She cursed at herself, admitting that she might have done this to herself — calling him at such an ungodly hour, especially when her hands were tied, literally, as her boyfriend slept next to her.

"Why are you bringing this up?" She asked quietly in the phone.

"Well, you called me at 2 AM while your boyfriend probably sleeps next to you. Figured you wanted something," Hollis shifted in bed, propping himself up on one elbow, "unless you just missed hearing my voice? That's sweet, girl. Really sweet."

"You're so full of yourself," she responded to him, grinning from ear to ear like a school girl.

"And yet here you are, calling me.. What's wrong, baby? Can't get what you need from him?"

"You're really being so insufferable right now.." She trailed off, secretly loving it.

On the other end of the line, Hollis was grinning wickedly, knowing he was getting under her skin — and probably, hopefully turning her on in the process, he spoke up, "Am I? Because it seems like you're the one calling me at 2 AM, not the other way around." He shifted again, feeling his own arousal growing.

"Well, you answered." She tried to talk back to him even if she knew he was completely right.

Hollis leaned back against his pillow, his hand sliding under the covers to grasp his growing erection.

"So I did," he began to slowly pump himself, his voice barely audible and soft as he spoke, "you wanna know something crazy?"

"Enlighten me." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes back even if he couldn't see her.

Hollis chuckled, his grip tightening on his cock as he spoke, "while you've been playing house with your boyfriend, I've been jerking off to memories of you," he let his head fall back to the pillows softly before continuing, "specifically, the way you arched your back and whispered my name like it was a prayer," he smiled at the memory, "shit, I'm jerking myself off right now just to the thought that you're in bed next to that loser."

Her hand immediately flew to her mouth, trying to contain the surprised gasp she unwillingly made. She wanted to be nonchalant — make it seem like she didn't care as much as she did.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. It's so," he was enjoying this way too much, teasing her like this, "I've been thinking about other things too."

"Like what?"

"The way your pussy used to clench around me every time I pushed in deep,"

he let out a soft exhale, his pace around his cock quickening slightly, "you still know how to cum like that? Or does your boyfriend know how to use his cock properly now?"

"Stop being mean.." she whispered in the phone, her eyes staring intensely at the other person that was laying in bed with her. Against all her wishes, she felt bad for how wet she's gotten from just hearing Hollis whisper a few words in her ear.

"Mean? I'm being honest." He moaned quietly into the phone, just loud enough for her to hear him.

"This is unfair.."

"Life's unfair, baby," Hollis groaned quietly, "does your pussy remember me better than your brain does, huh?" He was being cruel on purpose, knowing she had nowhere to go to in order to escape his words, "you ever compare his size to mine?"

Her cheeks burned harder at his cruel words, even if she could feel herself pulsing softly. "Sometimes.." She decided to remind herself of her goal — to make Hollis never forget her.

Hollis groaned louder this time, imagining her lying next to her boyfriend, thinking about their size difference, "and? How'd he measure up," Hollis knew this was too mean, but he loved it nonetheless, "does he fill you up the way I did?"

"No.."

"Fucking knew it," Hollis let out a satisfied grunt at her admission, picking up his pace, breathing growing heavier, "you miss my big cock stretching your little hole, darling?" He asked bluntly, not holding back at all. "You miss the way I fucked you so hard you told me you saw stars?"

"You're so cruel." She said softly, her hand moving to play with her tits unconsciously.

"But you're getting turned on, aren't you?" Hollis was smirking devilishly, his hand moving in languid motions over his length.

"No." She lied through her teeth.

"I know you," Hollis laughed softly, imagining her shocked expression just as he paused to whimper loudly into the phone, "Would you touch yourself right now?"

"What if I wake up my boyfriend?.."

"Then what? He'll wake up and find out his gorgeous girlfriend's been masturbating next to him in bed?" Hollis scoffed softly, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Lucky bastard." He smirked wickedly, his pace slowing slightly to prolong the feeling, "Would that break his little heart?"

"I don't know what to say.." She admitted, feeling like she was between crossroads.

"You're such a fucking tease, girl," Hollis's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his hand moving even faster, he paused again, letting out a soft moan, "You know what I'm doing right now?"

"I could take a guess.." She heard Hollis chuckling on the other line.

"I want you to hear it," he said just as she started his breathing come in harder into the phone, Hollis letting her hear every dirty sound, "I'm stroking my cock, thinking about your tight little pussy," his voice was strained with pleasure, "I'm gonna cum while you listen, baby. Just imaging it's inside your pretty mouth. Or inside your pretty pussy. Or those gorgeous tits."

At hearing his words, she bit her finger, thighs clenching as she watched the man she called a boyfriend next to her, while the man of her dreams was whispering lewd words and stroking himself just to the memory of her and her shushed voice on the phone. Before she could even answer him she heard Hollis let out a low, desperate moan into the phone, no longer trying to contain himself.

"Fuck, babe..."

He was getting close, his hand moving frantically as he imagined her lying there, open and inviting just for him, "You'd never let your boyfriend talk to you like this, would you?" He gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching — fast, "Say my name. One fucking time."

Almost instantly, before she even had time to think, she opened her mouth.

"Hollis.."

His hand sped up, engulfing his head completely, his hand running rampant of each and every sensitive spot of his. Hollis had fucking lost it at the sound of her saying his name so softly, so obediently.

He groaned loudly, his seed spilling over his hand as he came hard, picturing her next to her boyfriend, utterly at his mercy through the phone, "Fuck yes..." he panted heavily, "that's my girl."

"Did you just..?" she asked, her chest filling up with pride.

"Cum from just your voice? Yeah I just did," he held up his messy hand, looking at it with a satisfied smirk, "Is he still asleep?"

"Yes."

At hearing her positive affirmation, Hollis's smirk turned evil. He shifted in his seat, his dick still twitching at just the thought of what he was gonna ask her to do. Right next to her innocent boyfriend.

"Good. Now it's your turn," he commanded softly, hoping secretly that she would wake her boyfriend up by accident just to catch her pleasuring herself to his voice.

"I cant..," she whined quietly, "He's right here.."

Hollis scoffed quietly into the phone, "you can and you will," he ordered softly but firmly, "You're gonna touch that pretty little pussy for me, love. Right now. Or so help me god, I'll drive over there and make you myself," he threatened her lovingly, already knowing she'd do it. Just because he asked. Just because it was him — Hollis — who asked her to do such an unspeakable action next to her boyfriend.

Riding the thrill, she let her hand wander down, between the valley of her breasts, down to her stomach and past just the thin band of her panties. She ran a finger along her slit, feeling herself.

"I'm soaked.." she whispered softly, head turning to see if she had somehow woken him up. Hollis groaned low and long at her admission.

"Pull your panties aside," he ordered her softly, "I want you to touch your bare pussy for me." His voice was husky with desire.

She bit her lip as she moved her panties to the side, running a finger up to her clit, rubbing slow circles against it. She could swear she saw stars at just how good it felt to get herself off knowing Hollis was listening attentively to her.

"It feels good.." she whispered into the phone.

Hollis hummed at her confession, feeling himself get hard all over again. He was breathing heavily already, just thinking about how she looks like right now, under her covers with her own inside of her panties.

"Now slide one finger inside.. slowly,"

his voice was commanding, low, "Can you do that for me while your boyfriend sleeps right next to you?"

"Yes" she moaned softly as she slowly fingered herself, trying to hold back any sounds that would wake him up. Hollis was listening to her silently trying to catch any of the moans and whimpers she let out next to her oblivious boyfriend. He felt so fucking dirty, like he somehow had corrupted a sweet innocent being into doing something so sinful.

"You're so quiet, baby," he praised softly, "such a good girl, making me proud."

"Really?" She asked as she tried her hardest to follow his instructions.

"Add another finger," he commanded, "spread those pretty thighs wider apart, baby, don't be afraid.." His voice was strained with pure effort and arousal.

The wet sounds coming through the phone were driving Hollis crazy. He closed his eyes trying his best to imagine how she looked right now — her hair fanned out on the pillow, her fingers inside of her. In his imagination it was him next to her, his fingers moving swiftly inside of her, touching her most sensitive spots.

"You're gonna make yourself cum like this, aren't you?" He asked softly, "With your boyfriend right there, completely oblivious that his girl is fingering herself next to him?"

"Yes.." It was all she could have mustered to answer him, her mind going numb as she felt her heart beat quicken and her fingers curling to try and reach the softness inside of her that she knew only Hollis could have reached.

He bit his lip hard to stop himself from making noise as he listened to her getting off next to her boyfriend. He would have done anything in that moment to be by her side.

"You're so close, aren't you?" He breathed heavily into the phone, somehow he knew, "cum for me, baby. Make a mess of yourself while he sleeps right next to you."

Her back arched off the bed at his words, she almost felt the stars coming down on earth to greet her as she bit her hand, trying to hide any sounds that were going to give her away.

"You're playing so dirty," she almost giggled into the phone as she removed her hands from her panties, the wetness covering her thighs.

Hollis chuckled softly, his voice still heavy with something that seemed like satisfaction.

"You're absolutely filthy," he accused her playfully, "my little slut." He used the word purposefully, knowing it would make her blush before continuing.

"You came all over yourself while your boyfriend slept right next to you," he paused for a second, "What would he think if he knew?"

"I wish it was you sleeping next to me instead of him.." she bit her lip admitting before she could stop herself.

"You can't say shit like that to me." Hollis' tone had immediately changed. Like she had somehow offended him.

"What?" She asked confused.

"You don't know what you're saying."

"But I do.." she continued.

Hollis's voice was strained, he seemed.. jealous?

"You wish it was me instead of him? Huh," he asked, his tone dark now, "you wish it was me sleeping next to you, touching you, fucking you instead of him?"

"Maybe?" She asked, trying to bring back their playful dynamic.

Hollis felt his chest tighten at her words.

He wanted to believe her, he wanted to be the one she chose, but he couldn't.

Not yet. Not with her boyfriend sleeping right next to her.

"Stop," he said, his voice sharp, "you're just saying that because you're horny and I'm making you feel good."

"That's not true..." she said confidently, "I've been thinking about it ever since the first time we did it.."

Hollis felt his blood run cold at her confession. Had she really been thinking about leaving her boyfriend for him? He couldn't process it just yet. He didn't want to process it. Not yet.

"Don't you feel the same?.." She asked uncertainty lacing her words.

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a/n: i rushed to post this. im in the bathtub my phone is on 2% otherwise i would have finished now. EXPECT MORE TODAY, the plot in my head is not nearrllyy over.

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[emmonu]

guys im lowkey cooking so hard w part 11 i will probably update later today

the song is a spoiler ig

edit: is uppppp part 11

[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 10

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: a bit of angst, NOT proof read who would have guessed

The car ride back home felt like it was gonna go on forever. Her tight dress felt too tight, her shoes felt too high, her hair pins felt like they were poking inside her brain searching for the last remnants of loyalty that she had to offer. Her boyfriend's hand on her thigh felt heavy. Like it didn't belong there. She couldn't even bring herself to look down at his hand, knowing she wouldn't see Hollis' pale hand and his pretty black nails.

Nevertheless, her mind felt numb. She sweared she could have heard all of her past versions screaming while she was with Hollis. They were screaming different things at her though — some were telling her to keep going, to go out in the world with Hollis attached to her hip, throw her phone in the ocean and move to some faraway land with him, while some were telling her that it isn't fair. That her boyfriend didn't deserve this. But more than that they were telling her that this little stunt she has been pulling ever since that wretched night in the club was not only going to destroy her, but destroy Hollis too. His reputation in the industry.

On the whole way back to her apartment she realised different things — that this isn't going to work out if she doesn't do something about it. Break up with her boyfriend and accept that she's an evil,evil girl. But she also realised what was going to happen to her if Hollis didn't feel the same way — because, really, what was going to happen then? She would have destroyed a part of herself for nothing. She would have let down her friends and most importantly her own mother. But the way Hollis cried tonight in her arms, holding her like she was the last remaining soldier after the war, made her believe that maybe he felt the same way too. And that this wasn't just a game to him.

Two weeks after that, she had started to accept it. Accept that it was stupid and reckless. The way down after that molly Hollis gave her made her feel worse than a human being at it's absolute rock-bottom. Hollis hasn't looked for her. Not even once. Not even a message. Not even a random meeting somewhere unimportant. She kept going as usual, pretend nothing happened. She would go into grocery stores and hope they would cross paths. Her fingers hovered over his contact — "Holly" — so many times that she sweared she learned his phone number by heart.

Maybe this was just a game for him after all. Maybe her boyfriend was right about young artists and their massive egos. Maybe she was just bound to be the next muse for Hollis. Maybe she wanted him so bad that her heart ached every time she stalked his accounts. It hadn't even started and yet it was already ending. Ending like it never happened.

Every night for the past two weeks she had laid in bed, next to that man who wasn't Hollis, just thinking. About the way Hollis had looked at her mouth when she was speaking. Or the way his hands glided to her waist in the bathroom. Or the way he pushed his cock inside her and made her feel the stars and the planets exploding all at once.

Fuck it.

She wasn't going to be a piece of history in his little lyric notebook. She refused to. If she was to be destroyed by whatever this relationship was with Hollis, she was gonna go down on her own terms. She wants to make sure neither him or her boyfriend would ever forget her. She was already down and feeling worse than she has ever been. She truly had nothing to lose anymore.

Picking up her phone, she glanced over at her sleeping boyfriend. Without even thinking twice she pressed on his contact name, calling him, even if the clock read 2am.

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[emmonu]

ella wanna be a star is seeing 2hollis this summer CONFIRMED

[voidatelier]

THE BLANKET

2hollis x reader smutshot

content info: mdni, fem!reader, yearning!hollis, friends to lovers, slow burn, emotional intimacy, p in v, butterfliesss

authors note: hi babes, i know i’ve been a little quiet, so writing another oneshot felt very overdue. the idea came to me last night right before i fell asleep and i HAD to write it asap. also caring, cozy hollis has my heart lately. sometimes even more than the dominant, narcissistic version. this one´s best read under your blankets, trust me. enjoyyy <3

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after a long time you finally manage to get together again. over the years your old friend group has stayed close, even though you all knew each other from way back and don’t live in the same city anymore. meetups like this have become rare which somehow makes nights like this feel even more special to you.

you’re sitting at the table with your two old school girlfriends and then there are the guys from back then: roman, ryan, nate, and hollis. the night has been more than wholesome until now. full of laughter, stories and that familiar comfort you only get with people who’ve known you forever. you’re impressed by how far the guys have come with their music careers and it makes you happy to hear how everyone’s grown since the last time you all met. so much has happened since then and you’re all so caught up in talking that time just slips away.

until ryan suddenly stands up. "guys, i’m really sorry but i gotta head out. it’s getting late." roman agrees right away, saying he should probably leave too. you glance at the time and realize how late it actually is. way later than planned. you quickly open your public transport app only to see that there’s no connection back home anymore.


"fuck" you mumble under your breath. hollis notices immediately. he always does. he always cared for you back in your high school days. and he still does. "you good y/n?" you sigh. "yeah, i mean… i’ll probably have to get a hotel or something. there’s no way for me to get home tonight." he pauses for a second. thinking. then he looks at you. "i don’t live far from here. if you want, you can just crash at my place and head home tomorrow. it’s probably cheaper than a hotel anyway." you laugh relieved and smile at him. hollis has always been like this: caring, thoughtful, never making things weird. his offer doesn’t feel pushy or uncomfortable at all. it feels like the best option for tonight. so you agree.

one by one, everyone says their goodbyes. you hug each of them, promising that next time it won’t take this long to see each other again. no one thinks twice about you leaving with hollis. everything has been so familiar and settled for years that no one would ever suspect there’s anything more behind it. and honestly, it doesn’t feel like there is. with him, it just feels like coming home.

the walk back to his place is calm. the streets are mostly empty. the air cool against your skin. you walk side by side, hands tucked into your sleeves, shoulders occasionally brushing. you talk about the old days. about school. about how chaotic everything felt back then.

you laugh when you admit that you used to have the biggest crush on hollis’ best friend, something you’d completely forgotten about until now. "i was SO convinced i was in love" you say, shaking your head "like painfully in love." hollis chuckles softly. "yeah i remember." you glance at him. "you do?" he nods "i was… very aware." there’s a small pause before he adds, almost too casual "i had a crush on you back then." your heart skips, just a little. you laugh it off instinctively, like it’s just a funny memory. "of course you did" you tease gently. he smiles, but doesn’t say anything else.

his apartment is warm when you step inside, a comforting contrast to the cold outside. he hands you a towel and a spare toothbrush, then offers you one of his shirts to sleep in. "it’s probably way too big" he says.
"that’s kind of the point" you reply, smiling. when you come back from the bathroom, he’s already unfolded the sofa in his room. he sets it up carefully, adds pillow after pillow. two, then a third, stacking them neatly. "is that enough?" he asks. "yeah," you say "more than enough." he hesitates, then grabs a single blanket and lays it over the sofa. "sorry" he says, almost apologetic "i thought i had another one, but i think this is it." you shake your head. "it’s fine. really."

he turns off the main light, leaving only a small lamp on. you crawl onto the sofa, pulling the blanket up around you, trying to trap the warmth. "hey" you whisper. hollis turns his head slightly. "yeah?" - "thanks again. for letting me stay. i know it’s not a big deal, but… it kind of is to me." there’s a pause. then you hear him shift, sitting up a little in his bed. his voice is warm, low, like he’s smiling even if you can’t see it. "you don’t have to thank me." you smile into the pillow “still. it means a lot." he exhales softly, almost a laugh. "for you? i’d do anything." your heart does that stupid little thing. you try to ignore it. "wow" you say lightly. "that’s dangerous to say." he chuckles.

"what? gotta keep my reputation up." then, joking, but not really, he adds "for my former crush, obviously." you turn your head just enough to look at him. the room is dim, but you can make out his silhouette. "former?" he shrugs. "high school hollis was very committed." - "clearly" you mumble, smiling. there’s another quiet moment. "i’m really glad we’re still like this" you say after a beat. "even after everything. different cities. different lives." - "me too" he replies instantly. " imissed you. more than i realized, i think." that one lands deeper. you swallow. "yeah" you say softly. "me too."

another pause. then hollis starts talking again. "good night y/n." - "good night hollis." the room settles into silence. you lie there, staring into the dark, listening to the quiet hum of the apartment. you try to slow your breathing. try to let the day fade. you turn onto your side. then onto your back. you pull the blanket tighter, curl your legs in, tuck your hands under your arms. it doesn’t help. the cold creeps in slowly, settling into your shoulders, your legs, your fingers.

you shiver, trying to keep it subtle, trying not to make noise. you don’t want to be dramatic. you don’t want to wake him. but after a while, you’re wide awake. teeth clenched. body tense. across the room, hollis hasn’t fallen asleep either. he’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, when he hears it. the quiet rustle of the blanket. the soft, unmistakable sound of you shivering. he turns his head slightly, listening. "…y/n?" he whispers. you freeze for a second, then sigh softly. "yeah?" there’s a pause. you can almost hear him thinking. "are you… cold?" he asks gently. you hesitate, then laugh quietly, a little embarrassed. "yeah. i’m trying not to be, but… yeah."

he exhales, like he’s relieved you said it. "okay. um." another pause. longer this time. "this might be weird" he says carefully "and you really don’t have to. but if you want, you could come over here. my bed’s warmer." your heart skips. he rushes on, clearly nervous now. "just to sleep. nothing weird. i just… i don’t want you freezing over there."

you sit up slowly, blanket slipping down your shoulders. "are you sure?" - "yeah" he says immediately "i promise. i mean… if you’re comfortable with it." there’s something so honest in his voice that it makes your chest ache. "okay" you say softly.

you pad across the room, the floor cool under your feet. hollis shifts to make space, pulling the blanket back slightly, still giving you time to change your mind. "tell me if this is too close" he murmurs as you slide under the covers. "or if you want me to move." - "it’s okay" you whisper.

you lie down beside him. careful at first. leaving a small gap between you. the warmth hits you instantly, sinking into your skin. you let out a quiet breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "better?" he asks. "yeah" you say. there’s a quiet pause after that. the kind where you both lie still, listening to each other breathe. you try to relax into the warmth, tell yourself it’s enough now. it almost is. but your hands are still cold. stiff against the blanket. a small shiver runs through you before you can stop it. hollis notices immediately.

"hey" he murmurs behind you, barely louder than a breath. "are you still cold?" you hesitate. you don’t want to sound needy. "just… my hands" you admit quietly. there’s a soft rustle behind you as he shifts. careful. unhurried. his arm slides forward, careful at first, until his hand finds yours. his fingers close around it gently. "like this?" he asks. the contact sends something warm straight through your chest. you nod even though he can’t see it. "yeah. that helps."

he holds your hand there, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. a few seconds pass until you shiver again. your back. it’s still cold where the air sneaks in between your bodies. you shift slightly without thinking, and the movement gives you away. "your back too?" he asks softly. "…yeah" you whisper. there’s a pause. longer this time. then he moves. slowly. he closes the space between you, pulling you closer until your back rests fully against his chest. his arm settles around your waist as he does, protective without being tight. like he’s trying to warm you without crossing any invisible lines.

your breath catches as the last bit of distance disappears. behind you, his thoughts are anything but calm.

this is her.
she’s right here.

the girl he used to have a crush on, the one he thought he’d left in the past, fits against him perfectly, like it was always meant to be this way. he can smell her now, faint shampoo and something familiar, something that makes his chest ache in a way he doesn’t have words for.

he forces himself to breathe evenly. to keep his hand still at your waist. to not pull you closer than you already are. "better?" he asks quietly. you nod again, voice soft. "yeah. much."

your thoughts are spiraling now too. his warmth, his arm around you, the way your bodies line up so easily. you try to convince yourself this is still just about staying warm. still just about comfort. neither of you says anything else.

you lie there, pressed together, both pretending this is simple. pretending it doesn’t mean more than it should. pretending your hearts aren’t beating a little too fast. the room stays quiet and no one dares to move.

you lie there, pressed against him, his arm steady around your waist. your body is warm now, but your mind refuses to slow down. your heart is beating way too fast for sleep. every breath feels loud. every small movement feels intentional, even when it isn’t. and you can tell he’s awake too. his breathing is even, but not relaxed. there’s a tension in the way he holds you, like he’s trying very hard not to overthink what this means. not to name it. not to scare it away.

both of you are waiting for something. neither of you knows who’s supposed to move first. minutes pass. maybe more. your thoughts spiral. say something. don’t say anything. this is fine. this is not fine. your throat feels dry. your chest tight.

"hollis?" you whisper. he answers immediately. too fast. "yeah?" there’s something nervous in his voice now. careful. like he’s bracing himself for whatever comes next. you hesitate just long enough to make your heart pound harder. you know exactly what you’re doing when you speak again. "my neck’s still cold" you say softly.

silence. you can feel him freeze behind you. just for a second. his arm around your waist tightens, then relaxes again. his thoughts are loud now.

don’t mess this up.

don’t assume.

she asked.


the girl he used to want, the one he never really stopped wanting, is right here, asking in that innocent way that leaves him no room to pretend this is still nothing.

his hand moves slowly, like he’s giving you time to change your mind. his fingers slide up from your waist, hesitant, until they reach your shoulder. then higher. he gently brushes your hair aside, careful not to pull, exposing the curve of your neck. his touch is soft. you inhale sharply when cool air hits your skin and then his warmth replaces it. his forehead rests briefly near your neck, like he’s grounding himself before doing anything else. he hesitates again.

then, slowly, he leans in. his lips brush your neck at first, barely there. a test. a question. when you don’t pull away, when your breathing stutters instead, he presses another kiss there. warmer this time. lingering. his mind is spinning.

this is real.

she’s letting me do this.

she smells like home.

the familiar scent of her makes his chest ache, memories crashing into the present all at once. high school hallways. missed chances. feelings he thought he’d buried.

you close your eyes, every nerve awake. his kisses are unhurried, gentle, like he’s afraid of rushing would break something fragile between you. your body relaxes into him without you meaning to. neither of you says a word. you stay there, wrapped up in each other, pretending you’re not crossing a line even as you feel it blur beneath you. and sleep feels very, very far away now.

his lips linger at your neck, warm and slow, like he’s afraid to rush and ruin this. your breathing is uneven now, chest rising and falling. every kiss sends another spark through you, soft but undeniable. you swallow, nerves buzzing. "hollis" you whisper. he stops instantly. "yeah? you okay?" his voice is low, rougher now, like it costs him something to keep it steady. there’s a pause. you can feel his breath against your skin, feel how still he’s gone behind you, waiting. "my lips are cold too" you say quietly. everything in him goes absolutely still. his heart is racing now, loud in his chest.

this is really happening.

the girl he used to want, the one he never quite let go of, is asking him, not accidentally, not unknowingly. on purpose.

he shifts just enough to pull back so he can see you, even in the dim light. his hand still rests at your waist, warm and grounding, like he needs it there to stay sane. "are you sure?" he asks softly. careful. serious. "i don’t want to cross… um… i just need to know." you turn your head slightly, just enough that your faces are close. close enough that you can feel his breath now too. "please" you whisper. that’s all it takes.

he exhales shakily, like he’s been holding that breath for years, and then his hand comes up to your jaw, gentle but certain. he tilts your face toward him, giving you one last second to pull away.

you don’t.

his lips meet yours slowly at first, like he’s checking if this is real. the kiss is soft, unhurried, full of something that’s been waiting a long time to surface. then it deepens. your fingers find his arm, gripping lightly, then tighter as the kiss lingers. his thumb brushes along your jaw, then slips into your hair, careful but unmistakably there. you feel him shift, turning toward you, bodies aligning without either of you really deciding it.

at some point, you’re no longer sure who moved first. you’re on your back now, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he braces himself above you, hovering, giving you space even as his body fits between your legs. his forehead rests against yours, breath uneven, eyes searching your face like he can’t believe this is real. his heart is racing just as hard as yours. and neither of you is pretending anymore.

he leans back down to you and keeps kissing you, almost possessive now, like he can’t believe he finally has you. you’ve long forgotten about the cold, completely lost in his kiss. your tongues move together, perfectly in sync, and the taste of him is addictive. you can’t stop wanting him this close, and the sensation makes you arch your body toward his.

and then you feel it.

you feel him. how hard he is. and suddenly everything inside you shifts. the warmth, the softness, the innocence. it all melts into something else. into desire.

you need him.

hollis notices the change immediately. the way your body moves differently now, the way your kisses turn hungry, the way your breathing grows heavier, almost turning into a quiet moan against his mouth. something stirs in him too. the need to really hear you, to be the one who pulls those sounds from you.

he feels your hands grip his back, the way your body gives you away, the way it tells him exactly what you want. and he realizes that you’ve felt him. that you know how badly he wants you. and the fact that you know, and didn’t stop for even a second, drives him insane. "y/n" he whispers against your lips. not a question. more like him trying to process how real this actually is.

his lips find yours again immediately, deeper this time, more desperate. like he’s done pretending this is still soft and accidental. his hand tightens at your waist, grounding himself as much as he’s holding onto you. your bodies move together instinctively, closer, seeking more without knowing exactly what more is yet. the air between you feels charged, heavy with everything neither of you has said out loud. he hovers there for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing uneven. like he’s giving both of you one last second to pull back.

you don’t.

your hands slide up his back again, fingers curling into him like you’re afraid he might disappear if you let go. the quiet sound you make against his mouth is all it takes for him to lose that last bit of restraint.

while he keeps kissing you, his hand slowly slides under your shirt and you shiver at his touch. he grips the fabric and carefully pulls it up, exposing your skin. you feel the cool air of the room against your sensitive nipples and inhale sharply. his hand moves higher, settling over your chest. his kisses follow, leaving your lips and finding their way there. he places soft, sweet kisses on your chest, licks over your nipples, sucks gently, worshipping every part of you with unhurried devotion. then he comes back up, kissing you again.

he’s so hard by now it almost hurts. having you like this beneath him makes him feel things he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling. the way he’s above you, the way he moans softly into the kisses, the way his hands move over you makes you impatient. you want him now. you realize how wet you are without even having touched yourself once.

one of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. your other hand moves down between you, finding him. you’re surprised by how hard he is… and how big. you bite your lip, and when your hand wraps around him, he lets out a sound, his body reacting immediately.

hollis realizes how real this is now. how badly he wants it too. still, he wants to do this right. wants you to feel safe. "not that i haven’t wanted this forever" he says quietly, breathless, "and not that i can’t wait to feel you, y/n… but are you sure this is what you want?"

without a word, you slowly push his boxers down, move your hand against him again. he twitches in your grip, a soft whimper slipping from him. you look straight at him, the city lights outside illuminating his face perfectly. the longing, the desire, the devotion written all over it. you know he’d let you do anything.

you slide your underwear aside and guide the tip of him between your folds. you both moan at the sensation. you use his dick to spread your wetness, grinding against him slightly, and he lets you. "this is what i want." you whisper teasingly. "fuck" he breathes. you brush his tip over your clit once more before guiding him to your entrance and slowly letting him push in. hollis doesn’t rush. meeting your movements.

you squeeze your eyes shut at the stretch, and he notices immediately. his hand moves between your legs, thumb circling your clit slowly, helping you relax. and then it happens. the first real moan he pulls from you. you instantly feel him twitch inside you. he’s completely undone now. being inside you almost breaks him. once he’s fully inside of you, he pulls back slowly, then moves into you again, rhythm building as the pleasure takes over. the sounds you make become addictive to him. he can’t stop, can’t hold back, moving harder, faster, deeper.

your nails dig into his back as he fills you, and when he starts kissing your neck, no, sucking, biting, leaving marks, you clench around him. he groans, looking at you. "fuck y/n, gonna lose my mind tonight." he kisses you again, deeper than before, need written into every movement. his thumb presses more firmly against your clit, his pace relentless. he feels you tighten around him, knows you’re close, and realizes he is too.

"mm… fuck… holli… i’m so, so close." - "i know, angel. just let go." his hand cups your face as he pushes you closer to the edge, and when you finally let go, your body tightening around him, he follows. spilling inside you as you pulse around his length. you’re both breathing heavily when it’s over.

he looks at you, your faces close. "…what was that?" he asks with a soft, disbelieving smile, still trying to process that it actually happened. you smile back, give him a quick kiss. "i think i’m warm enough now. thank you, holli." he laughs quietly, still stunned, and lies down beside you, pulling you against his chest, arms wrapping around you again.

"if i could tell high school hollis about this…" he says, laughing softly. you grin, shifting a little closer against his chest. "he’d pass out." he laughs quietly. "no, seriously. he’d be so annoying about it. like, oh my god, she’s actually here. don’t mess this up." - "he kind of didn’t, though." you say gently. there’s a short pause. you can almost feel him smiling down at you. "yeah" he admits. "guess he didn’t." you tilt your head back just enough to look at him. "and if i could tell high school me?" his eyebrow lifts slightly. "what would she say?"

you think for a second, then smile. "she’d be very confused. and probably mad that she wasted so much time being into the wrong guy." he snorts. "rude." his arm tightens around you again, protective and warm. "i think high school hollis would just be really relieved. like… it worked out somehow." you nod softly. "yeah. it really did."

the room feels calm now. safe. the kind of quiet that doesn’t ask anything from you anymore. your eyelids grow heavy, your body finally relaxing completely.

his breathing evens out, slow and steady. you stay there for a moment longer, listening to his heartbeat. and this time, when sleep comes, you both drift into it easily. tangled up in something that finally feels right.

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[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 9

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: emotions, crying, fighting kinda, unrequited feelings..

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As the night kept going for seemingly forever, she tried her best to pretend like she couldn't feel her jaw clenching harder and harder — she pretended she couldn't feel the way she started sweating and the way her mind was so focused.

Focused on Hollis. She knew that he was feeling the same way. The pull was undeniable as she tried to eat the final course of the night, hand trembling evidently.

"You okay, babe?" her boyfriend asked, making her irritated. No she was not okay, she was tripping and could only think of Hollis and feel like a slut knowing her panties were in his suit jacket while he was also tripping right next to his own mother.

"I need air." She stood up abruptly, downing her glass of water in go, moving to the balcony of the ballroom.

Hollis, on the other side of the room, rised up from his seat as well, following her quietly.

Her boyfriend eyes followed her, seeing her exit through the glass door, Hollis trailing behind her. He felt compulsed to do something, he couldn't let Hollis get close to his girl again after the little stunt he pulled when they met.

As the night air hit her face, she finally felt better, cooling down. A hand reached to tap her shoulder, making her jump and yell out, turning around to see who it was. She immediately smiled seeing Hollis behind her, handing her cigarette.

"How are you feeling?" he almost giggled watching the way her jaw was shaking and how her pupils were dilated to twice their normal size.

"Im tripping." She giggled as Hollis lit up her cigarette.

"Me too." Hollis' face formed a smile watching her giggle. He reached closer to her as they both rested their hands side by side on the rail, elbows touching. It almost felt electrical.

"Why did I listen to you" she smiled exhaling.

"You not having fun?" He asked trying to keep his own jaw from shaking, his gum doing nothing to help him.

"I am..," she continued, more quietly "I just wished it was just us.."

"Me too," he admitted almost immediately, his mind numb to the consequences he will impose on himself tomorrow, "Break up with him."

"I told you I want to but I can't," she tried to smile, it was hard for her to think straight in a way to redirect Hollis' question away from the subject that had been plaguing her mind.

Hollis sighed at that, continuing to smoke next to her while looking over the scenery. It was dark outside but the lights — and the lines — made it look like they were looking at the night sky up close. Almost like a wounded animal, Hollis' lithe hand shakingly reached over, covering her own — to him everything was possible in that moment.

"Someone might see us — stop." She tried saying, her own mind betraying her as she didn't move an inch from under his hand.

"I don't really care." Hollis said, his eyes not leaving the view, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her hand.

"You're not moving away.." she said softly, her heart wishing he would pull himself even closer to her.

"I can't.." he admitted as his head fell against the rail.

"God, Hollis are you okay?" She asked, now worried at his sudden reaction. Her mind immediately raced to the worst case scenario — maybe whatever they took was laced, maybe he's overdosing right now, she did give him the reminder of the molly, maybe she was about to lose him in a way so fragile, because it hadn't even started. As the moments continued she felt her heart beating and beating and beating.

She immediately felt relieved as Hollis picked his head up, but as she leaned closer to inspect his face, her heart dropped to her stomach. His eyes were closed, chest heaving as tears fell down freely from his eyes. She didn't understand what was happening or what was going on. She hadn't even realised that her boyfriend just stepped foot on the balcony.

"Hollis.." she said, barely audible as she grabbed his face with both hands, holding his face to her chest.

He said nothing as he just clinged to her, his hands grabbing the material of her dress at the sides, now sobbing.

"Hollis, what's wrong?" she asked holding his head with one hand, soothing down his back with the other.

"Hollis look at me," she said again after hearing no response from him, grabbing his face, "What's wrong — please tell me so I can help you — Please just —"

She felt herself getting emotional at the sight of him breaking down like that. He finally pulled away brushing his tears off.

"I'm sorry." He said before turning on his heel, leaving her there trembling.

Just as she was about to turn back to the rail, a hand grabs her shoulder again.

Her boyfriend looked furious. It was the first time she'd actually seen him like that. His face was red, and his eyebrows were scrunched.

"What was that?" he asked defensively.

"I don't fucking know!" she yelled at him, tugging her shoulder away from his grip.

"What the fuck?" he raised his hands up.

"He just came here, said nothing and just started crying!" she said flinging her arms around.

"And you let him? You let him touch you? And hug you?" he asked now stepping closer to her. She felt scared in that moment, she wished Hollis hadn't left. She felt exactly like a deer caught in shiny headlights as a truck speeds right at it.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him cry like that? Where's your empathy?"

Hearing her voice quiet down, her boyfriend finally stepped back, long enough to really look at her, and see the state she was in. Her hair was ruffled from the wind and she was shaking, comforting herself with her arms. He softened at that.

"I'm sorry," he said stepping closer to her, engulfing her in his embrace, "I'm sorry I'm not accusing you of anything or something like that."

"I know," she said not hugging him back, his perfume making her almost sick, "I'm just tired, I want to go home."

"Let's go home." Her boyfriend said, leading her out of the balcony.

Hollis stood off to the side with his mom, his eyes red staring subtly at her and that man she called a boyfriend. It was surely the drugs — he felt sick. He felt like he was going to flip this table around and throw his body through it. He didn't understand what was happening to him. Hollis knew who she was for not even a month. Yet he was acting like the lead actor in a cheap soap opera, and to his knowledge, he was just the second love interest.

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[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 8

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: drug use (molly), fun times, public bathrooms (ew), feelings

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Her heart raced intensely as soon as she read the message Hollis sent her. Eyes shooting up, she saw him getting out of his seat. She watched attentively as he quietly excused himself through the thick crowd, making his way to the bathroom. She couldn't care less about her boyfriend's coworkers as she laughed behind her palm, watching him double check before making his way inside the ladies room. Looking over, she saw that her boyfriend seemed busy enough, laughing along at some guy who didn't look very bright.

Standing up, she delicately pushed her chair back, picking up her small purse. She made her way to the ladies room, looking as innocent as ever as she stood inside the elegant bathroom. She thanked whoever was listening to her up in the sky tonight as she saw that the stalls were solid walls, from the ceiling all the way down to the floor.

Unsure of which stall Hollis was in, she knocked on the first door earning a grumpy "occupied". She knocked on the last door in the row, the door opening, a strong hand pulling her inside, locking it immediately after.

"What are you even doing." she tried not to act too excited as she saw Hollis grinning down at her too.

"What are you doing?" Hollis smirked pushing a strand of hair away from her voice, his eyes looking over the ruby pendant hanging from her neck. She covered it with her hand, feeling it's weight in her palm, the reminder that her boyfriend was just a room away making her heart race in the best way. His hands slowly crept closer to her body, interlocking around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

He looked down at her in a way that almost seemed like whatever they had going on was much more than she thought.

"Why did you ask me to come over here?" she asked placing her own hands behind his neck, tangling her fingers in his blond hair.

"How daring are you feeling tonight," he asked his voice sounding almost laced with something intoxicating as he waited for her response "You look stunning by the way." He said placing his forehead against hers, the tips of their noses touching.

"Maybe I feel a bit daring.." she smiled closing the distance between them, kissing him.

He groaned just as soon as their lips touched, hands going down to her ass, squeezing at the soft flesh. Hollis could swear in that moment that something deep inside him exploded into smithereens, his heart skipping beats in his chest like it was playing a cruel game of double dutch.

He tried to pull her closer — as close as he possibly could, one hand moving to hold the nape of her neck, pushing her forward towards him like he was some starving feral animal who tasted hot blood for the first time.

Hollis felt her hands gripping the sides of his face, his tongue feeling hot inside of her mouth. Just as he almost lost himself, he managed to pull back. Seeing her little whine as he pulled back, a small laugh left him. Reaching to the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out a small zip-loc bag with a daunting lilac pill inside. He held it up to her face.

"What's that?" she asked stumbling backwards softly, her eyes twinkling.

"Molly.." Hollis said taking the pill out of the small bag, putting it in his palm, "Wanna share? It's boring enough in here." He asked looking up at her, his eyes screaming trouble.

"Your mom is here.." she said looking up at him, an amused expression on her face "and my boyfriend."

"So?" Hollis asked smiling at her, looking like he's daring her.

"Okay," She laughed not even believing herself for agreeing to this.

But it felt easy. When it was with him it somehow all felt easier. She felt lighter and invincible like no one and nothing in this world could stop her, "You just had that laying around?"

"I planned on taking it anyways," he said as he closed the toilet lid putting multiple pieces of paper on it and the pill on top of it, "I hate these kind of events, I thought I deserve to have fun."

She rolled her eyes at his confession, watching mesmerised as he crushed up the pill in between his palms, letting the powder flow on top of his phone.

He looked up at her and she watched him as he took out his wallet, taking out his card and a bill, handing the bill to her as he busied himself cutting the small pile of molly.

She smiled silently as she rolled up the bill as tight as she could, watching him make four lines and then stepping back.

"Ladies first." He smiled as he moved to stand up, leaving her space to bend down. Without hesitating, she reached down, snorting the first line, handing him the pill.

She couldn't believe how attractive he looked doing this while dressed all fancily.

He turned around to her, his smile occupying half of his face as he stepped towards, pushing her to the door. Hollis let his fingers glide teasingly over the outside of her arms, his eye contact unnerving as he grabbed both of her hands.

"So naughty," he whispered as he took her hands holding them over her head, letting his lips do all the talking.

As they made out, she tried to keep herself composed, her body buzzing already, heart beating faster than she thinks it has ever beat. As they separated softly, her hands fell down to her sides, breath shaky as Hollis reached around, dipping his middle finger in the purple powder. Turning around to her, he stuck his tongue out, running his middle finger down his tongue before quickly kissing her again, tongue mingling with hers. She almost couldn't feel the bitter taste of the pill, her mind lost as his hands fumbled around her breasts, before grabbing at her ass.

Breaking out of the kiss, she looked at him too, taking in how affected he was — his face was flushed, his eyes almost looking black. Teasingly, she ran her finger down his lip, her eyes almost rolling backwards as he took it inside his mouth, running his tongue over it. Taking her hand back, she reached her own finger in the powder then, grabbing his cheeks with her other hand, she let her finger rub the remaining substance alongside his gums. She smiled watching his face scrunched up like it was almost pleasureable to him.

"You're wild," Hollis muttered as he kissed her softly, just before a loud bang on the door startled them both.

Nothing could have really disturbed them in that moment, her body was buzzing pleasantly and Hollis' hands were running down her body making her feel heavenly, like she was levitating. Just as he started lifting up her dress, another loud bang startled her.

"Occupied," she said almost lazily, her mind lost in the way Hollis was slowly lifting her dress up inch by inch, his face over her stomach, her fingers holding tight to the roots of his hair.

"Y/N?" She jumped as she heard the voice of her boyfriend, hands clutching Hollis' hair harder. "You okay baby?"

She cursed softly, watching Hollis smile from beneath her like a crazed animal. She pushed his head back, his hands stilling just as her dressed was now hunched over her hips.

"Yes," she managed to get out, "Just feeling a little sick."

"Let me in." her boyfriend said on the other side of the door, not knowing that Hollis was now pushing her panties down her legs in a way that felt way too slow for the situation they were in.

"No..I'll be out soon, go," she yelled at him almost giggling, as she stepped out of her panties.

She let out a sigh as she heard his footsteps go away, before turning her attention slowly back to Hollis, her mind hazy. She reached to her dress, pulling it down her legs, smirking at the remains of red lipstick all over Hollis' face.

"You have my lipstick all over you." She smiled as she stumbled to grab some paper, trying to wipe away the residual lipstick off his face.

"I have something better also," Hollis smirked as he lifted her panties up, stuffing them in the pocket of his jacket, his mind just as fucked up as hers in that moment.

"You're gonna get us caught." she giggled as she continued to try and wipe away at his lips, just to smudge the lipstick even further.

If she was sober she would have been way more stressed about being almost caught in the act. Rationally she knew that she had to figure out how to leave this damned bathroom without raising anyone's suspicions. The fact that her lipstick was smudged all over her face — and Hollis' — didn't make it easier. But physically, she couldn't care about that right now, the pill was making her feel so free and affectionate and Hollis was making her feel like the only girl in the world as she tried her best to fix them both.

Hollis smiled at her, his body just as lost, letting her do whatever she wanted to him. He had nothing to lose in that moment, but he had everything to win.

In the two weeks that they haven't talked he felt insane — rereading the few messages between them, using his own hand over himself at the thought of her, in ways that he knew would make her all shy. He tried to tell himself that he shouldn't get attached to this rowdy, perseverant girl. But he failed — miserably. It's like she had somehow settled her home in his head and in his fucking veins. And in whatever was left of his heart.

He watched her exit the stall. His emotions feeling a thousand times more intense now — he didn't want her to leave, he knew he would do anything to have her with him all the time. She was his own angel, created by the divinity to please and torture him with something he can't have. Making him watch another man have her in all the ways that he knew he would do better. She was the angel made to make his earth heaven and his mind hell. He stood inside of the stall for a while, trying to quiet his mind. He pretended it was just to be safe that no one would doubt them, ruin her reputation — his reputation. How horrible would it look in front of a crowd of the biggest players in the music industry.

It felt like hours before she saw Hollis leaving the bathroom. Her mind was running rampant with thoughts of him as she sat beside her boyfriend at the table again, with pupils blown wider than saucers and a heart so heavy she felt like it might just fall out of her chest and end up on the fine porcelain of Hollis' plate. She hated this now — pretending he was just someone who she met. She hated knowing that all of it was just to make her boyfriend feel good about himself.

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tags: @voidatelier @romansbbg @sexyevilkitten @heartz4jrnna @222foryou222 @angelverse222 @jjscoquette @2005irlfawn @obscureleoasian @mi-zy

[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 7

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: none (except not being proof read)

a/n: sorry for the late updates :/ student life and my bsf dropping me unexpectedly have made me a mess

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Ever since she last saw Hollis her mind had been spiralling. She never felt her mind quite at such a level of unease as it was now. He truly kept his promise — that he would rock her world — but maybe not in the way she imagined it would happen. Because although she now she always thinks of him as her boyfriend fucks her, wishing it was Hollis instead, she's also now thinking ahead of that. To what it may be. To all the possibilities that Hollis incorporated. He was desire in person, the kind of man you would only get to look at once upon a time in your life if you were maybe lucky. She felt privileged knowing she had the pleasure, literally, of meeting him like this. She knew he had much more to offer than her boyfriend. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She still hoped that someday, preferably really fucking soon, he would realise that she lowkey hates him now. And it was absolutely Hollis' fault for that. Her's a little bit too but she didn't want to bother herself with that right now.

She hasn't messaged him since then. He didn't reach out to her either. It made her feel like she might have did something wrong that she didn't account for. Nevertheless, her courage fell short when she thought about messaging him. Maybe he just realised what kind of person she was. A cheater. Once a cheater, always a cheater as the saying goes. But she knew that she wasn't like that. She was an opportunist at best. She saw a shiny piece of jewellery and couldn't help herself. It would have felt wrong if she didn't accept the opportunity of jumping on a 6'4 tall guy with long blonde hair and the most beautiful face she's ever seen. Even if it was at the expanse of her boring boyfriend. If he was in her place — face to face with his ideal type — he for sure would have done the same to her, she hopes.

She hated this. Standing in front of the mirror she took a hold of her image in the mirror. Her boyfriend had a work gala, a stupid party where they would have to go and she had to pretend she's in love to him as he presents her as some expansive dame to other men in the music industry. She guesses that her boyfriend being an audio engineer had it's perks. Who knew maybe he would finally be entertaining and introduce her to some pretty young artists she could take to bed next. She giggled at the thought, spinning in the mirror.

Her dress fit her perfectly. It was a pretty red number, perfectly tailored to her body. It had a pretty skin-color bodice that matched her skin tone perfectly, with intricate red lace covering it. The sweetheart necklace worked perfectly, pushing her breasts closer to the Gods above than they've ever been. She swears she would envy herself if she could. Grabbing her phone, the thought of sending a dirty picture to Hollis crossed her mind. The rational part of it decided against it though, as she couldn't have her boyfriend ask why her girlfriend "Holly" was messaging her that she's so hard it's hurting. With a sly smile on her face she finished her up-do, pinning different strands of hair in different patterns so that they would look messy enough to look low-effort, but elegant enough to not make her seem careless. She reached her hand hesitantly over the necklace her boyfriend had bought her as an anniversary present. It had a gold chain and a lovely red ruby pendant that now hanged teasingly close to her cleavage. She felt bad wearing it. Like she didn't deserve to wear his kindness so close to her heart. Putting her heels on, she completely disassociated as her boyfriend complimented her. Multiple times. She wishes he would have done something different. Like pinning her to the bed and ruining her red lipstick in disgusting ways. But he wouldn't do that now, would he. Couldn't risk being late.

As the Uber picked them up, the night air felt somehow finite — like something weird was about to happen. Even if she completely hated these work galas, she felt as though that wasn't the reason the air was weird tonight. It was definitely something else. But she didn't dwell on it as the car drove steadily to the location, a big ballroom with intricate decor that she knew it had to cost more than triple of her boyfriend's salary. She smiled forcefully as he excitedly told her about what was going to happen tonight. She didn't care but in the silent car she didn't have many options left then to listen to him talk — about different producers, investors and young artists bound to be there — she heard him say something about networking and making meaningful connections to other people who worked in the industry. She couldn't give less of a fuck about it. She would have told him so too, if he had asked her what she thought about it.

As they entered, she immediately noticed how packed the ballroom was. She sweared that so many people shouldn't be so close to each other in this scenario. But she guessed that was somehow manipulated in order to bring them closer together in a sick twisted way. She sighed almost silently as they were being led to their table, along to the side, sitting next to some other boring audio engineers that her boyfriend had the "privilege" to call coworkers. She greeted everyone politely as they started discussing about things she didn't care about — they talked about AI and how it would "clean" audios and about what spatial audio was more suited nowadays. She chugged down the drinks offered by the many waiters as much as she could without having her boyfriend glare at her for embarassing him in front of his so-important coworkers.

After a painfully long conversation, he finally stood up next to her, grabbing her arm while mumbling something about mingling with the others. She wished this would be over soon as they went through pairs and pairs of other people who seemed to be somehow interested in what her stupid boyfriend had to say. Her eyes were almost closing now as they were approaching the next person they would strike up a conversation with, although conversation would be a big word for what she was doing — standing next to him smiling sweetly at every old man whose gazes didn't reach her eyes because of her boobs. It eased her mind to think that they were just admiring her necklace. Her boyfriend led the way, tapping some tall lady on the back. She heard her exclaim happily.

"There you are!" the older lady laughed as she turned, hugging him in a professional manner, "And who must this wonderful lady be?" she asked extending her hand politely to the lady.

"My name is Y/N L/N, nice to meet you ma'am." she smiled politely taking in the height of the other woman, her white hair shining faintly in the light.

"My girlfriend." Her boyfriend said smiling as he hugged her closer to his side, his hand over her hip acting like this lady would steal her from him.

She watched the older woman tap a young man on the shoulder, probably wanting to introduce her husband or her plus one or whoever he was to them. She was already lost in the decor of the nearby table, counting the many flowers adorning it, wishing time would pass faster.

"This is my son, Hollis." the woman said as he raised up from the table. "You may know him."

"2hollis, right?" she passingly heard her boyfriend say, but she was too disassociated to turn around, even if she thought passingly that the name sounded familiar, the drinks and the tiredness making her flimsy around the edges.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir."

As the words left his mouth, her head snapped immediately, almost like she was electrocuted. Her eyes widened in shock as she came face to face with him. Her boyfriend — and his mom, apparently — right next to them. Her heart was beating at a 1000 miles per hour, her throat dry as she looked him up and down. He looked exquisite. Somehow even more enticing than the two other times she had seen him before. His hair was curled neatly and he was dressed in a complex suit that somehow was still messy enough to show his personal style. It didn't look perfectly tailored but it looked perfectly fit for him. Hollis was looking her up and down too in the brief seconds just as they realised who each other was. His glance drifted over red lips as he extended his hand, not wanting any of their two companions to catch on the surprise across both of their faces.

"Hollis." He said dryly, trying his best to keep his composure as her perfectly manicured hand took his softly.

"Y/N L/N." her cheeks reddened as Hollis shook her hand briefly before lifting her knuckles to his lips, letting them graze softly along her hand while never breaking eye contact.

"So gentlemanly." she heard her boyfriend say alongside a quick cough next to her as his grip on her hip strengthened in warning almost.

"My bad.. didn't want to push any boundaries." Hollis said backing off in an almost teasingly manner, raising his hands in fake defeat. She couldn't believe his audacity.

Hollis and her looked at each other in passing glances as their companions talked about more seemingly unimportant things. But she was actually invested now, listening to Hollis' mom talk about PR strategies — truth be told, she would have done anything in that moment to not feel Hollis' burning gaze on the side of her face. She was glad she wore a full coverage foundation tonight, as she was sure her boyfriend would have caught on the mutual attraction already. Her cheeks always betraying her. Hollis interrupted her boyfriend suddenly.

"So..how did you manage to get this wonderful lady to be yours?" Hollis said with an almost mean smile on his lips.

"Just- just luck..I guess" she almost smiled as she heard the stuttering phrase her boyfriend splashed out at Hollis.

"Real luck" Hollis said raising his eyebrows.

"Yes" she felt his annoyance as he somehow managed to pull her even closer. She felt uncomfortable, but she would be lying if she said that Hollis rage-baiting her boyfriend didn't make her feel soothed.

"Be careful, don't know who could steal her" Hollis laughed quietly, as he and his mom sat back down.

She felt the tension in ways that she didn't know were possible as her boyfriend walked her back to their own table. Spewing words about how egotistical these young artists were nowadays, thinking the world is theirs and not acknowledging respect "the way he was taught". She almost laughed at the ridiculousness. He really had no clue.

After the formal dinner, she watched her boyfriend rise up, excusing himself as he made his way towards another group of old people. She was glad she previously complained about being sick, wishing he would leave her alone for just a moment, to catch her breath. She was glad when she finally got to sit one of the boring conversations out. She hadn't noticed however, the way Hollis' eyes were watching her the whole night, in a way almost predatory. Not until she got the text.

Meet me in the bathroom. Now.

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tags: @voidatelier @romansbbg @sexyevilkitten @heartz4jrnna @222foryou222 @angelverse222 @jjscoquette @2005irlfawn @obscureleoasian @mi-zy

[emmonu]

hey guys regarding part 5 i had to delete the texts because they were in a stupid content review and many people messaged me that they cant see part. 5

anyways here r the texts for that but blurred lmao

[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 6

pairing: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: none

a/n: kinda short im sorry, i have to get this out before i have to lock in for exams 💔

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They were sitting side by side on the couch with their shoulders touching, the wine bottle empty on the small coffee table. The TV played some overrated reality show, the clock hitting 2AM. Hollis looked over to her, his hand going to her thigh, in an almost tender manner. She turned to look at him as he spoke.

"Why don't you break up with him?" He asked, "It's obvious he doesn't make you happy."

"I told you already," she turned to look at him, "I can't break up with him, he loves me."

"So what if he loves you," Hollis muttered "You don't love him."

"True, but I can't break his heart." Hollis took note of the almost vulnerable tone of her voice and the saddened look on her face, and turned his attention back to the TV.

"When is he coming back?" He resumed, raising the drink to his face.

"He doesn't actually live here so I don't really know." She's now turned to face him. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was her curiosity but she reached over him, running a finger from his jawline to his lips, her voice soft.

"You have such a handsome face, I bet it gets you everything you want."

"Almost."

She didn't know what to think of Hollis' answer, her heart skipping a beat at the way that single word implied something else. He reached forward, stopping just inches away from her face. For Hollis, the high he was on after finally getting what he wanted, paired with the glasses of wine had made his tongue loose.

"I think you were destined for me," he whispered softly close to her own mouth, "Perhaps as punishment."

"Stop being difficult." she leaned in then, stealing his breath away as she kissed him with much more vigour than she expected. He grabbed her waist, holding her closer on the couch, his hands planting themselves on the sides of her neck holding her closer. She couldn't get away from Hollis' hold. Not like she would want to ever move away. But she had to think ahead — her boyfriend might come over tomorrow, and she had work in the morning as well. Breaking the kiss, she whispers against his lips.

"I think you should go," she breathed out as Hollis pecked her lips once more "You should really go."

"Go here?" His mouth moved to her shoulder. "Or go here?" He smiled as his mouth moved up her neck.

"Go home Hollis," she laughed quietly at his impatience "I have work in the morning"

"Okay" he pulled back, standing up and grabbing his stuff. "I'm gonna need that by the way." He said with a soft smile pointing to his shirt, that she was wearing.

She smiled up at him, taking the shirt off, covering her chest with her hands. He took it from her, his gaze lingering over her hands, putting it over his head. She walked him to the door, standing there shirtless. He turned to look at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Be nice m'kay?" he said softly, maybe too softly spoken towards a girl who already had a boyfriend.

"Yes, promise" she smiled up at him, watching him leave.

After she showered and cleaned up all traces of Hollis, she lay now in bed. Her mind was swarming. Swarming with what she did — and how happy she felt doing something so wrong. All her life she agreed that cheating was despicable and something that only weak people do. She could live with that though. She could live with the thought that she had no backbone if it meant she got to see Hollis again, and she wouldn't have to go through the turmoil of breaking up with her boyfriend. God she wished he wasn't so oblivious. She wishes he would notice that she's acting distant and unpleasant so he would just break up with her already. She wishes she would feel more guilty about what she did with Hollis. She hoped he would message her soon. She really hoped this wasn't just a one time thing either.

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tags: @voidatelier @romansbbg @sexyevilkitten @heartz4jrnna @222foryou222 @angelverse222 @jjscoquette

[emmonu]

I NEVER EVEN GOT YOUR NAME - part. 5

pairings: hollis x cheater!reader

warnings: minors dni!, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), tbh they be fucking in this ngl, smoking, cheating

a/n: my first time writing smut btw, also this one is proof read, hope u guys enjoooy

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She woke up early that day. Work started at 9AM, but she had found a new sense of self overnight as she hit "Stop" on the alarm clock that was banging and hollering at 4AM. She had business to attend to. She planned it all after talking to Hollis last night — she would wake up, shower, shave, wash her hair, do a blow out and lighten her teeth. All so she could look her absolute best for him. She felt a little stupid doing all of this for a guy she only met once, but the rush of knowing he was coming over later made her feel better.

She dressed for work and took a bunch of pictures afterwards. She wanted to treat him, make him think of her while she was slaving away behind a computer. Her day was going to be hard for sure. Dealing with clients and older co-workers as she knew she was going to come back home and get fucked like a cheap whore was not ideal. But she thought of it as a means to a way. The price she had to pay for tonight. She took a long look at herself in the mirror, pushing her boobs together in the leopard print bra she had on. Even they looked good.

As she approached the office, the long pointy heels of her stilettos clicked satisfactorily on the hard wood floor. She plopped into her seat when her favorite co-worker greeted her. She had laughed when she called her boyfriend "lucky" and said "he's definitely getting it tonight" as she preached her looks. No one knew. Sure her best friend had an idea about what happened between her and Hollis, but she didn't really know. This was just for her, and her only.

She cursed herself, as 7PM didn't arrive already. It was barely 5PM. She couldn't keep still — she already went to the lounge twice, hid in the bathroom three times and pretended to type away more times than she could count. Reaching for her phone, looking around to make sure no one sees her, she texts Hollis.

[see texts here]

Fuck. Even if the office was significantly less crowded now, she felt afraid as she took off her lingerie, stuffing it in her bag. How could a man have such an effect on her. She regretted putting on the tiniest mini skirt she could wear without HR scolding her. She looked at the clock. It was 5:35PM. She had a meeting in less than 30 minutes, and she would have to go in there, with no underwear or bra on, with her nipples peeking through the material of her white shirt. Hollis was right, she did feel like a slut. But she didn't mind.

Giggling, she grabbed her stuff, leaving to go to the meeting room. She was preparing her materials when her phone buzzed. She looked down at Hollis' text and without even thinking or reading what he said, she turned around, snapping a pic of her ass, up her skirt. She sent it to him, putting her phone on Do Not Disturb as the clients came inside the room.

Smirking like a school girl, she was beyond happy when she pushed open the door of her apartment. Hollis should be over in about 1 hour. She cleaned up her house, making sure every item was were it belonged, then she went to the bathroom to fix herself up.

She looked in the mirror as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt, losing her tie. She reached down to her skirt, rolling it upwards so it barely covered her ass. She rolled on her knee socks higher, looking at them making indents on her legs.

She wondered what Hollis was gonna be dressed like. If he would jump on her immediately or if they would take things slower. She sat down on the couch, putting the TV on, some random slow song playing as she stretched out on her back, looking at her legs swinging in the air, waiting for him to arrive. She went the extra mile today, she made her whole apartment smell like sweet sweet vanilla and cinnamon. She'd never do this for her boyfriend.

As 9PM approached, she got more and more impatient, twiddling with her fingers in her lap. When the door bell rang, she jumped like she was electrocuted, almost running to the door. In order to not seem too excited and like she was waiting around for him, she took a deep breath, peeking through the peep-hole. She saw him on the other side of the door.

Scrumptious was a small word for how fine he looked. He was dressed in an almost see through white shirt, that was halfway undone, a cross chain on his neck. How fitting. She opened the door, greeting him with a sly smile. He looked down at her as he stepped in.

"Hi." he said softly, smiling as he reached down to kiss her cheek. She didn't even notice that he had a hand behind his back, only noticing once he reached around handing her a bottle of what seemed like sparkling wine. "For me?" she asked teasingly looking up at him.

"I figured it might help with your nerves." She rolled her eyes taking the bottle, grabbing his hand towards her kitchen, making sure to sway her hips as she walked in front of him.

She reached on her tippy toes, towards the wine glasses, Hollis appearing behind her immediately, flawlessly reaching his hand towards them. He was so close now, she felt intoxicated smelling his sweet pine scent.

"Don't bother" he said softly as he placed two glasses down. She leaned against the counter watching him pop open the wine, pouring it in the two glasses.

"Soo.." she said trying to break the awkward silence as Hollis handed her the glass.

"Not so brave anymore?" Hollis chuckled as he stepped closer to her. She looked up at him then, swirling the wine in her glass. She giggled, as she brushed the hair off of his shoulders, placing her hand on the side of his neck. "You intimidate me." she said softly.

"How come?" he asked, genuinely curious about what she was going to say next to him. Hollis felt the tension everywhere, on the hand that rested on the side of his neck, the closeness of their bodies and the way he knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath that dress shirt, just because he asked her to. He didn't even have a chance to drink from his wine, mind already on everything he was going to do to her later. He watched her speak.

"I never wanted someone so bad in my life." His heart skipped a beat. He honestly couldn't understand how a simple girl could have gotten him so tied up in her web. He's used to fame, and to fucking any girl his heart desired. He's not used to this. To be left alone when things barely start getting interesting. Hollis supposed that him knowing she was cheating on her boyfriend with him also gave him a strange surge of electricity straight to his ego.

She continued, pressing her body close to his now, "You're a great risk I'm taking." Hollis believed her truly. She seemed like a great girl. She didn't look like a cheater. But he's glad she is one, as he answered "And I'm about to be the greatest reward." He walked towards her, chuckling at the way she stepped backwards until the middle of the countertop hit her lower back. She braced her hands against it, putting her own glass down. Hollis didn't say anything as he reached down, grabbing her thighs hard, like he didn't want to ever let go. He heard her gasp softly as he placed her on the counter, stepping between her legs.

"I see you listened to me" he said as his gaze lingered over the middle of her spread legs, no panties in sight.

"Did you work like this all day? Hmm?" he watched as her face reddened slightly at his taunting. He leaned to whisper in her ear, her hands over his biceps now. "Tell me now baby...did you get all bothered at work, knowing you have no panties on like a dirty girl, just because I asked?"

He smirked when she couldn't answer that either, running his hands up her sides then down her back towards her ass.

"Hm? Cat got your tongue baby?" He teased her even more, his tone condescending. "This stops when you say so" he whispered against her neck. "This doesn't even start unless you say so too."

She was thankful for that, he was being so careful with her even if he almost just called her a slut. She felt a shiver going through her as he gripped her ass, barely kissing her neck. "You ask so nicely, I can't say no to you" she breathed out softly, pushing her hips even further against his jeans, the material feeling harsh against her core. "I want this to start.." she smiled, feeling his teeth now grazing the side of her neck.

She yelped as Hollis lifted her up, off of the counter top, letting her feet hit the ground softly. He looked flushed, like he had been wanting this for so long. He took a step back taking his hands off of her body. She felt naked after that, all the warmth leaving with him.

"Show me how much you want to start this." She didn't know what to answer him, her mind fuzzy.

"I want you to bend over right now and show me how much of a dirty girl you are." She felt her cheeks flush at that. But she didn't hesitate as she turned around, back to him, giving Hollis a look over her shoulder as she leaned over the counter top. Her skirt barely did anything to help her, revealing all of herself to him. She opened her mouth slightly at the thought of it all. She was arching her back on the counter, presenting herself like she was a delicious dessert no one could say no to. She felt Hollis' eyes on her before he even spoke up.

"Fuck baby, you're wet already..I didn't even touch you yet." she almost moaned at that. "Please.. touch me" she heard him whisper near her. "Okay."

With slow steps, Hollis now stood behind her, pressing a hand against the arch of her back, making it even more exaggerated. "Be a good girl and stay like that." She giggled softly as his hand trailed over her back tangling itself at the roots of her hair. She whined as she felt him pull her head back, the arch tensing her muscles. She looked at him, catching his eyes who seemed somehow darker than they already was. His other hand reached the buttons of her dress shirt, unbuttoning them one by one without breaking eye contact.

Unexpectedly, he turned her around once more, both hands going inside the shirt and pulling it apart.

"What are you doing?" She yelled as Hollis ripped her shirt buttons open, watching as they fell to the floor. Before she could say anything else, she felt her thighs clench as the coldness of the room bit into her peaks.

His eyes felt heavy on her chest, not touching just looking. "Incredible.." he muttered as she suddenly turned shy under his intimidating gaze, hands instinctively going to cover her chest. He grabbed them softly "Don't shy away now" he looked at her, his smile evil. "Where's the girl who sent me an ass pic and never answered a message after?" She tried to speak but all that came out was a mumble.

Hollis grabbed her hand, leading her softly to the couch. He sat down, spreading his legs on the couch. "Kneel."

She did as told, kneeling in front of his spread out legs, hands touching up and down his thighs as he leaned down at her, catching her chin. He kissed her then, and God she could proudly say she had tasted the stars. It was everything she could have asked for — his tongue immediately went inside her mouth, lips smacking agrassively and teeth clanking against each other. It was just like their first kiss, full of passion and desire.

He let her go then, pushing the hair away from her face as her hands reached for the zipper of his jeans. She laughed quietly as his eyebrows wiggled up when she finally managed to get his jeans fully unbuttoned. She could almost moan at just the sight of him. His bulge looked like it could almost break through the material of his Calvin's. She gave him a small sigh as she bended over his lap, mouthing over his bulge as he grunted.

She took care of making him hard — she licked over the bulge, kissed it, rubbed it, anything her mind knew would make him even more desperate for her. She loved seeing the way his hips were stuttering. "Enough" he grunted pathetically above her, hands running through his hair. She agreed — just this once. She already was indebted to him. She freed him of his boxers, her eyes shocked at just the sheer girth of him. She was gonna do her best.

She watched his face as she suckled the tip, tongue making figure 8s all around. He groaned even harder at that, his head rolling backwards. She wanted to prove to him that she's good. She slowly relaxed her jaw, forcing herself to swallow him whole in just one go.

"Fuck! Baby!" he said as her nose hit his pelvis, gagging slightly at the stretch. She tried to calm herself down, breathe through her nose as he began to fuck into her mouth.

"So good.." he moaned above her, holding her hair away from his face. After a few more wicked thrusts, she tapped his thigh and Hollis understood, removing himself completely from her mouth. He watched her breathe heavily, wiping away the tears that formed at the corners over her eyes. "Mmm that's it" he said, holding her face between his larger hands. He tapped on side of her face, enough to remind her of her place. She opened her mouth, Hollis leaning over, spitting straight into it.

"Good girl..swallow now" he watched, his eyes not leaving her mouth, as she swallowed his spit like a good girl.

"C'mere" he said quietly, lifting her up from the floor, watching how red her knees were becoming.

"Don't want your boyfriend to see this" he said as he swiped one of her red knees.

"Too bad if he sees" she said giggling as Hollis pushed her forward by her ass, his mouth hovering over the top of her thighs.

"Is that so?" he asked as he began trailing kisses all over the top of her thigh.

"I should leave a mark then" he said deviously spreading her legs apart, his turn now to sit on his knees. He bit slightly harder on the skin of her inner thigh. She yelped, giggling, as she spoke.

"No don't." she pushed his head away.

Hollis then grabbed one of her legs, putting it over his shoulder, face to face now with her sweetness. He looked up at her from underneath.

"If you don't make a single sound, I'll make you come. If you make a sound, I'll stop immediately." He smiled watching her shiver as he buried his face between her thighs.

She felt like she was flying, hand covering her mouth as Hollis ate her out. He didn't overlook anything — he sucked her clit, briefly, not even hard enough for her to come, but just enough for her to feel it. She struggled with his command, her hands covering her mouth as she rocked her hips over his face, clit rubbing against his nose.

He was obviously playing dirty, trying to make her moan or whimper. Just as he went back to her clit, an evil idea popped up in his head. He knew just the thing he had to do in order to make her moan. Hollis' lips wrapped over her clit again, sucking in a timely manner, what she didn't expect was when she felt his teeth grazing over her most sensitive spot, then biting, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for her to loose her footing, letting out a quick "Fuck" and covering her mouth immediately after. He grinned against her, pushing his head back, away from her core.

"I told you I'd stop." he said.

"Please, fuck, I'm sorry, please." She begged him, trying to push herself back over his face. He tsked.

"I don't think you deserve it anymore."

He let go of her leg, standing up, towering over her, his dick hard against his abs. He took his shirt off, lifting her up in his arms again, laying back on the couch with her above him. He smiled at her, watching her for a moment as she grinded herself desperately over him.

She looked incredible on top of him — her white dress shirt was pushed open, hanging off of her shoulders, exposing her perfect tits and the way they bounced made his head spin, her excuse of a skirt now resembling a belt more, her thigh high socks making him feel things he shouldn't.

He put a hand on her waist, guiding her against him.

"Ride me baby." She didn't answer as she raised her hips, lining him up with her entrance. He was careful as she slid down his length, holding her waist in case it was too much for her. He watched as her face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed.

"You okay?" he asked reassuringly.

"Yes, fuck, its just — fuck.." she breathed out as she sinked on him completely. He couldn't help himself as he moaned out like a whore, feeling her insides around him.

"Its just what, baby, use your big girl words" he smirked as she swayed her hips on top of him.

"Tell me how you feel baby" he said again, hands going over her tits, squeezing them in his hands.

"Fuck.. I feel you everywhere" she choked out, hands on his chest as she began to slowly move up and down him. He whined at the way she felt, letting go of her chest, moving back to laying under her, taking in the sight of her blissed out perfect face, and the way her tits bounced. He placed his arms behind his head, just watching her.

"Harder" he commanded, watching her moan her little heart out, trying with all her might to go harder then she already was.

"You're making me do all the work!" she moaned out, grabbing at his pecs. He placed his hands over hers, rising up unexpectantly, pushing her on her back now. She whimpered as the new position allowed him to somehow feel even deeper in her. He let her stay on her back as he sat up, their hips still attached, his eyes focused on where their bodies met.

"Touch yourself." He said as he changed the pace, now moving slowly and deeply inside her — a total contrast from the pace Hollis made her set just minutes ago. He watched her hands went down to her clit smiling like a vixen, hands running over it tentatively. Just as she began rubbing herself properly, he grabbed one of her legs, now plowing into her unrelentlessly, hand pressing over her lower stomach.

She saw the whole universe explode for a few seconds as his hand pressed over her stomach, arching her back, her other hand reaching for his wrist. She felt the heat inside turn even hotter.

"Hollis.." she yelled as his pace didn't stutter once.

"I know baby, come for me, girl" he grunted out to her, his own hand now moving to rub circles over her clit.

She spasmed, as the orgasm hit her hard from all directions, her body shivering almost violently.

As she finally settled, overstimulation kicking in, Hollis exited her, moving to straddle her waist now, his hand running vigorously up and down his length. He came in thick ropes all over her chest, breathing heavily.

They giggled after that, both of them being too fucked out to even speak anymore. Hollis ran two fingers through the pool of cum gathered on her chest, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth willingly, both hands grabbing his wrist as he swallowed his fingers in her mouth.

"Good girl.." He said softly, taking his hand back, a pop leaving her lips.

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, spreading his arms along the back, watching her rise up on her elbows, his cum getting sticky on her chest.

"Wipes...where" He managed to breathe out, still not back completely after his orgasm.

"Bathroom" she responded, pointing to a room just to the left.

He rose up, grabbing his pants and boxers on the way. He didn't even remember when he got them off. Inside the bathroom he quickly found the wipes, coming back to the couch, now dressed in just his jeans, the band of his Calvin's peeking. He leaned down over her, almost tenderly brushing away the hair from her forehead, wiping the cum off of her breasts.

"You good?" he asked, eyes lifting up to see her face. She looked flushed, like she had just ran a marathon.

"Yeah..I guess fucked out could be a proper term." She giggled, sitting up after he was done cleaning her. He reached to his shirt, offering it to her as she ditched her own dress shirt, pulling her skirt back down.

"You wanna smoke?" he asked pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. She nodded as Hollis sat down on the couch once again, grabbing her to his chest, lighting up her cigarette first with one hand, then his own.

She could get used to this — she thought, letting her head fall to his shoulder as they smoked in comfortable silence. She didn't think of her boyfriend, not even once, somehow Hollis had made her number one problem disappear like magic for a few hours.

"Do I get to know your name now?" he asked smiling as he ashed his cigarette.

She giggled at that, of course he would ask that.

"It's y/n." She watched him smile at the mention of her name. Kissing her forehead as he grabbed her even closer, her legs now over his lap.

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