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@holli22star
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HI DO U HAVE THE FULL VIDEO OF THIS
OF COURSEEE this is literally one of my fav hollis videos ever he’s so fucking fineeeeugh
how were all gonna be in a few years when @voidatelier is mentioned
“haven’t heard that name in a while”
everyone is leaving boyliife tumblr for michael jackson or nettspend #whatisgoingon
GOD COMPLEX CH. 2
narcissist/god complex!hollis X stripper!reader
tags: p in v, lap dance, spanking, hair pulling, choking, sucking toes, creampie, awkward tension, demanding hollis, blowjob, swallowing
💎 💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎
The VIP room was quiet except for your ragged breathing and the distant thump of the club songs fading into the chatter of the miscellaneous patrons and dancers in the main room. The air hung heavy with the thick, musky scent of sex… sweat, arousal, and the sharp, spicy edge of Hollis’s cologne clinging to your skin. Your body still trembled from the intensity, thighs slick and sticky as Hollis tucked himself back into his jeans, his gaze dark and satisfied while watching his cum begin to leak down your inner thigh in warm, slow trails. He handed you his phone without a blink. “Put your number in. Text me the second you’re off work. Don’t make me wait.”
You nodded shyly, fingers trembling slightly as you typed under his watchful, intense stare. Something about his effortless authority made your usual boldness slip away. He’d just ruined you in the best way, and the lingering ache between your legs already had you craving more.
You finished your shift at 3 a.m., bone-tired but still buzzing with residual heat. The locker room smelled of baby wipes, perfume, and crumpled bills as you changed quickly. The cool night air hit your flushed skin as you slid into the driver’s seat of your car, the leather cool against your thighs. The second the door shut, sealing you in quiet, you grabbed your phone.
You: Hey, it’s Y/N. Just got off.
Hollis: Good girl. Knew you’d text right away. How much you make tonight?
You: Around $850. Not bad for a weeknight.
Hollis: Cute. I could give you way more than that if you earn it. I take care of what’s mine.
You: Yours?
Hollis: Yeah. You’re coming on tour with me. Bus leaves in 2 days. Pack light.
You: I can’t. I have work.
Hollis: Already handled it with your boss. Paid him enough that he’s not expecting you back for a couple months. You’re with me now.
You: You’re serious?
Hollis: I don’t joke about what I want. Be ready.
The conversation kept going late into the night, his messages confident and direct. He teased you about how soaked you’d been for him, told you exactly how he planned to have you again, and reminded you that good behavior got rewarded. You fell asleep with your phone warm in your hand, equal parts nervous and thrilled, the faint ache between your legs a constant reminder.
**
Two days later, you were stepping onto the tour bus. The vehicle hummed with low energy… the low rumble of the engine, the scent of leather seats, fast food, and faint cologne from the guys. Crew moved around, a few laughing in the front lounge. Hollis nodded at his friends, then grabbed your hand firmly, his grip warm and possessive, and pulled you straight to the back room. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the noise and leaving only the muffled vibration of the bus starting to move.
“I know you’re technically off work for the next couple months,” he said, voice low and commanding as he dropped onto the small couch, legs spread wide in that entitled way. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not gonna work for me. Strip. Then give me a dance.”
You weren’t used to this… performing privately like this, outside the club’s atmosphere and paid audience. The bus hummed beneath your feet, the faint scent of diesel and clean sheets mixing in the air. But the way he looked at you left no room for refusal. You peeled off your clothes slowly under his heavy gaze, the cool air raising goosebumps on your exposed skin. Almost completely bare, except for your heels and underwear, you stepped between his knees, heart pounding.
The bus rumbled softly as it pulled out onto the road. You started moving to the low beat leaking from a distant speaker in the front lounge, hips rolling fluidly, the faint vibration of the tires adding a rhythmic pulse. You turned, arching your back deeply and pressing your ass against his lap, grinding in slow, deliberate circles. The rough denim of his jeans dragged against your barely covered, sensitive pussy, sending sparks of heat through you. You glanced over your shoulder, catching his darkening eyes and the way his jaw tightened.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, hands resting on your hips but not guiding yet… letting you work. The warmth of his palms seeped into your skin. “That’s it. Movin’ just like you did on that pole.”
You spun to face him, straddling his lap and rolling your body against his in a sensual wave. Your breasts brushed his chest with every motion, nipples hardening from the contact. One hand trailed down your own stomach, teasing between your legs before sliding back up, drawing a low groan from him. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling. You felt him hardening beneath you, the thick, insistent outline of his cock pressing hot and heavy against your core through his jeans.
“Shit, you’re good at this,” he said, voice rough with growing arousal. “Most girls get shy one-on-one. Not you. Keep going—show me why I picked you.”
You dropped lower, ass bouncing lightly against his thighs in a rhythmic twerk that made your cheeks ripple, then rose again, dragging your slick pussy along the hard bulge in his jeans with deliberate pressure. His hands finally tightened on your waist, fingers digging in possessively. “Yeah… just like that. You already got me hard as fuck. Keep earning it.”
The dance grew filthier, sweat beginning to slick your skin as you pressed your tits together, bouncing them inches from his face while grinding harder, the wet heat between your thighs soaking into his jeans. His cock throbbed visibly beneath you, straining against the fabric. “You feel that?” he asked, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s what you do to me. Most girls don’t get me this worked up this fast.”
By the end you were panting, skin flushed and slick with sweat, pussy aching and dripping from the power play. He wasn’t making another move, so you tried to reach for your clothes, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your wrist, grip unyielding.
“Nah. Not yet.” In one smooth motion he threw you onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. The fabric of your bra and panties tore easily under his strong hands with a sharp rip. “I’ll buy you more. Don’t worry about it.”
He was on you immediately, rough and unrelenting, the bus’s steady vibration adding a constant, throbbing undertone. He flipped you onto all fours, the cool air contrasting with your heated skin. His hand cracked across your ass with a sharp, resounding smack that echoed in the small room, the sting blooming hot and sharp across your cheek. “Arch that back,” he ordered. You obeyed instantly, pushing your ass higher, presenting yourself to him. He thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, stretching your slick walls around his thick cock, the sudden fullness forcing a loud moan from your throat.
“Fuck—yes,” you moaned, gripping the sheets tightly, the fabric bunching under your fingers.
“That’s right. Take this big dick.” He set a punishing pace, hips snapping against you with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room, his balls slapping rhythmically against your clit. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back firmly, the pull sending tingles across your scalp. “So fucking tight. You love this, don’t you? Being manhandled by me.”
His other hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your head spin deliciously, the pressure heightening every sensation as he pounded deeper. The mix of roughness and his arrogant confidence turned you on more than you wanted to admit… your pussy clenching greedily around him with every thrust. He spanked you again and again, harder each time, the sharp impacts leaving your ass warm and tingling.
He switched positions fluidly, pulling out with a wet sound and flipping you onto your back. He pushed your legs wide apart, exposing you completely, then lifted one foot to his mouth. While pounding into you in deep, steady, relentless strokes… his cock dragging perfectly against your G-spot with every thrust, he sucked on your toes, tongue swirling hot and wet around them while keeping his eyes on yours, the filthy sensation making your eyes roll back. The contrast of his dominant thrusts and the intimate, degrading act pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Look at me,” he growled, releasing your foot to choke you lightly again, his hand firm around your throat as he stared down at you with that cocky intensity. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, obeying instantly, voice breathy and wrecked.
He smirked, clearly pleased with your submission. Another hard, grinding thrust hit your G-spot perfectly, sending you spiraling. You came hard, clenching violently around his thick length, waves of pleasure crashing through you as your body shook and your juices coated him. But he didn’t stop… flipping you again onto your stomach, fucking you from behind with even more force, the slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic, until he finally buried himself deep to the hilt and came with a low, satisfied groan, flooding you with hot, thick spurts that you felt pulsing inside.
You laid naked and breathless on the bed, body marked with handprints, sweat-slicked and glowing, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The room smelled overwhelmingly of sex now. Hollis reached for his jeans, pulled out a thick stack of hundreds, and threw it over you. The bills fluttered down across your tits, stomach, and thighs in a cool cascade… easily a thousand dollars landing softly on your heated skin.
He chuckled, low and satisfied, eyes tracing the sight. “Keep behaving and you’ll make more than you ever did at that shitty club in no time. Good girl.”
**
The bus arrived at the first venue. You filed off with the group into the bustling backstage area, the air buzzing with equipment hums and distant crowd noise from the long line wrapped around the block. Hollis grabbed your hand and led you up to the balcony. “You haven’t earned side stage yet. You’ll sit here with some of my friends for now.”
You nodded, expecting familiar faces from the bus. Later, as the show neared, you climbed to your spot with a strong drink in hand, the plastic cup cool and condensation-slick against your palm. Three other girls were already there, chatting and laughing, their nauseating perfume mixing in the air. They turned when you approached.
One smirked. “Oh, you must be a new one. Let me guess—stripper he met at the club and just had to have? Am I right?”
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you nodded. “Yeah… something like that.”
Another giggled. “How’d you get here? Did he send a driver, or did you drive yourself?”
You shook your head. “Actually, I’m staying on the tour bus with Hollis.”
Their expressions shifted to stunned silence, then forced smiles. “Wait, seriously? On the bus?” one asked, jealousy clear in her tone. “None of us ever got that.”
The conversation stayed awkward. “So… how long you been talking to him?” another asked, eyes narrowing slightly. You kept answers short, feeling their curious and envious stares. They clearly weren’t thrilled about the new girl getting special treatment.
The lights dropped and the show started. The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated through your chest. Hollis exploded onto the stage… raw energy, sharp lyrics, commanding presence under the bright lights and pulsing bass. You’d only seen clips before. Live, he was magnetic, owning every inch of the stage as sweat glistened on his skin and the fans screamed.
During one specific song… you think it was called whiplash, he looked straight up toward the balcony and winked. The girls beside you squealed, assuming it was for them. You knew better. That wink was yours.
After the show, your phone buzzed.
Hollis: Hang back a bit. Gotta meet some fans and sign shit. Then come to the bus.
You waited, then said quick, tense goodbyes to the groupies. Their jealousy was obvious as you headed out alone.
By the time you reached the bus, Hollis was stepping out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing glistening paths down his exposed chest and abs, the scent of fresh soap cutting through the air.
“How’d you like sitting with my friends?” he asked, smirking as he toweled his hair roughly.
You shrugged. “They seemed… surprised I’m on the bus with you. And a little jealous.”
He laughed lightly. “They’re just girls who come around sometimes. You’re different. You’re actually here. Don’t overthink it.”
The air thickened again. “Get on your knees,” he demanded.
Like in a trance, you sank down instantly onto the carpeted floor. He dropped the towel, revealing his hardening cock, and sat on the edge of the couch. “Go on. It’s not gonna suck itself.”
You leaned in, taking him into your mouth slowly at first… tongue swirling around the smooth, flushed head, tasting the clean skin fresh from the shower with a faint hint of soap. You worked deeper, hollowing your cheeks and sucking with wet, rhythmic pressure, hand stroking the thick base you couldn’t fit. The salty-musk flavor of him grew stronger as he hardened fully on your tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, one hand resting lightly on your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Look at you. So eager.” You bobbed faster, taking him to the back of your throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, saliva dripping down your chin as you worked him sloppily. His hips twitched involuntarily, cock throbbing hot and heavy against your tongue, veins pulsing.
“You like that?” you asked breathlessly during a brief pause, looking up at him with watery eyes, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock.
“You know I fucking like that,” he replied, voice rough with arousal, hips bucking subtly. “Keep going. Just like that—fuck.”
He grew more vocal as you worked him… deep groans and curses filling the room, his abs tensing visibly, hand tightening in your hair to guide your rhythm. His cock twitched wildly on your tongue, growing even harder. “Shit—gonna cum. Swallow it all.”
He erupted down your throat with a deep, guttural groan, pulsing hard in thick, hot spurts that you swallowed eagerly around him. You didn’t pull away until he relaxed, every drop taken as he smirked down at you with that cocky satisfaction. “Good girl. You’re learning fast.”
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OKAYYYY seriously i’m lowkey experiencing some writers block with this one so PLZZZ do not hesitate to drop some ideas in my inbox!!! okay luv u <333
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his arms being so hairy has me doing involuntary kegels over here
ngh his nails
BADLANDS, oath
[...] your blood all on my blood, we said no going back.
2hollisxfemale!reader
rather than the chilling nights and the restless days, the desert weighs heavier than expected. fear turns to homesickness, leading to a midnight phone call, an unsolved fight, and a sealed vow
tags: roadtrip, angst with resolution, smut (p in v), oral sex (f receiving), depictions of self-inflicted minor injury (blood oath, voluntary, consensual, non-graphic), depictions of anxiety and spiraling thoughts, religious themes.
a/n: FINALLY HERE!!! and a slightly bigger chapter due to the wait + another movie reference, this time a personal fav 'Natural Born Killers' (1994). although this is a series, i think you can read this part on its own, but for context there's a part 1, part 2 and part 3.
w/c: 6.8k
off the court
hollis x fem!reader
a/n: AAAA ITS BEEN AAAGES i’ve missed everyone and im so fucking sorry for being inactive !! i know this isn’t what people wanted but i found this sat in my notes app half finished and i thought maybe i could finish this and atleast it would be something new since its deadass been so fucking long since ive given you guys anything, again im sorry! i’m so unmotivated & i know i have so many fics that needs part 2s and stuff but im STILL so unmotivated, i keep saying ill be back soon but ill be so honest i dont think it’ll be soon, maybe it’ll be never at this point 😹, life’s been weird as fuck recently so i’ve got a lot of inspo for new fics, from real experiences.. 👀. anyway rommulas is teasing an album, hollis is playing in our faces with his album but once he drops life will be great again. you can very clearly tell where i started to rush things because i just wanted to get something done & post because i keep promising stuff and then going ghost 💔😅😅 and i wont be doing the taglist because i dont want to hype people up thinking its another part of practice papers. also if anyone has any good ways to revise/study idk what americans call it PLEASE hmu because ive got exams NEXT WEEK and i mayyy or may not be cooked, anyway i hope u guys enjoy this one it’s been a hot minute <2 IM SEEING HOLLIS IN 67 DAYS 😱
not proofread i’m lazy
wc: 3.6k
hollis invited you & a couple of his close friends to play basketball at the court near his house. obviously you said yes. whenever he asks to play basketball, you always sit on the grass with your girl friends & gossip, while watching the boys get all sweaty and frustrated, taking a friendly game of basketball a bit more seriously than they should.
you’re running late already, hollis is outside & you hear him impatiently honking the horn of his orange lambo. you scurry around, trying to find any clothes to put on, any at all. you find a tiny black skirt, and for some reason, you think it would be perfect to play basketball in. you just promise yourself you won’t go on the court. you put some thin tights on but bring some socks in your bag just incase it gets too hot. you put on a white tank top aswell. you look in the mirror, brush your hair hurriedly, grab a hair tie, shove it into your bag, then finally sprint down the stairs and go outside, meeting hollis.
you can instantly feel his gaze on you, no surprise. you’re dressed like a slut to play basketball in a local court. he rolls his window down and whistles.
‘where are you off to then?’ hollis’ eyes widen and he lifts his sunglasses up, resting them on his head.
‘to play basketball of course.’ you tease. you jog around hollis’ car and make it to the passengers seat.
you open the door and slowly sit into his car, the seats in his lambo are practically on the floor. you put your seatbelt on and scurry around in your seat, trying to find a place to put your bag. you end up just putting it on the floor by your feet. in the process of you moving around, your tiny skirt rides up your thighs, very nearly exposing your underwear. of course it’s a thong. you have tights on, but they’re very sheer & thin. hollis is obviously staring like the perv he is. you finally look up at hollis and he fixes his gaze quickly, just not quick enough. you don’t say anything, it’s not like it’s the first time he’s stared at your body before.
‘you ready?’ hollis clears his throat.
‘yeah.’ you nod. ‘are we picking up the others?’
‘nah, the rest are already there. i was outside your house earlier but you were still fucking sleeping and wouldn’t answer your phone.’
‘i knew i heard beeping, i thought i was just dreaming it.’ you giggle.
hollis rolls his eyes and smiles to himself.
after a short & quiet ride, you make it to the court. hollis parks but doesn’t step out the car. he looks over at you, then down at your thighs again, then your face again. you look at him too, none of you say anything. you notice his lips part very slightly, not sure if he wants to go in for a kiss or if he wants to say anything, but before anything can happen, roman tosses a basketball at the car windshield. you both flinch and stare out the window, hollis finally jumps out of the car.
‘what the fuck ro? you could’ve cracked the whole window!’ hollis shouts, rubbing the window before throwing the basketball at roman.
‘ow! it’s a basketball not a rock!’ roman giggles for a second but then rubs his hip, right where the basketball hit him.
you shake your head and laugh to yourself, also a bit confused with what would’ve happened between you & hollis in that car if roman didn’t ruin it. you & hollis have always been close friends, you go to all his after parties, most of his shows, and you’re always celebrating his milestones like they’re your own. you never really thought of hollis like that, it was mostly roman that you were crushing on. but hollis’ gaze? there was tension in the air this time. like it meant more than just checking you out. it was closer to an eyefuck than just an admiration.
you finally spot your girls and jump out of the car, slamming the door behind you a bit harder than you should’ve. hollis turns his head rapidly, as if you crashed it into a tree or something.
‘watch it.’ hollis glares.
you smile shyly and scurry over to your friends. you hug all of them before they step back and take your outfit in.
‘girl you look so good!’ one exclaims.
‘are you not hot in those tights?’ another asks while tugging on them.
‘yeah i am actually, but i’ve got socks and shorts in my bag so i might go to the bathroom and change them.’ you reply, pointing to your handbag.
‘yeah girl, go change now before you overheat.’
you take the girls’ advice and strut over to the bathroom. you click the door shut behind you and take your tights off, already feeling the cold air hit your bare legs refreshingly. you take the socks out of your tiny hand bag and you dig through it, looking for the shorts which you thought you packed, you didn’t. you take everything out of your bag, praying your shorts are just hidden under something, but nope. they’re not in there. you groan loudly and zone out, staring into your empty bag. do you put the tights back on? do you put the socks on and hope your skirt doesn’t blow up? do you ask if any of your girls have spare shorts?
after a good 10 minutes of staring into space, someone knocks gently on the door.
‘yo, hollis told me to check on you but he didn’t wanna do it himself because he thought it would seem creepy, he also didn’t want me to tell you that part, so don’t tell him i told you.. anyway, you okay?’ romans words seem sincere, like he actually cares.
you shake your head, waking yourself back up.
‘yeah, i’m okay. i’ll be out in a few.’ you reply, projecting your voice louder than you should’ve. you hear roman back off the door, so you decide you’ll just put the socks on and pray no wind picks up in the meantime. and make sure you stay off the basketball court. you fold your tights and put them into your bag, zipping it up and placing it back on your shoulder. you brush through your hair with your fingers, try pull your skirt down as much as you can, but it’s still one wrong move and your whole ass is out. you tut and finally step out of the bathroom. and you’re met with roman. he’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
‘you’re still here?’ you ask, you swore you heard him walk off.
‘yeah, hollis was so sure you were crying or something so if you were i didn’t want you to be alone, even if i was out here.’ roman pushes himself off the wall and finally notices your bare legs, he pulls a face.
‘you’re so cute roman. but yea i’m okay, i just took my tights off because i underestimated how hot it was.’
‘you’re gonna play basketball.. in that?.. that’s a fucking belt.’ roman laughs.
‘i always stay off the court anyway.’ you roll your eyes.
‘not always, you always end up playing at least one match then stomp off the court when you can’t throw the ball in the hoop.’
‘whatever. i’ll just stay off today then.’
you & roman make your way back to the court. roman is really sweet, but he is a genuine friend. you always go to him when your petty boyfriends break up with you. he always shows up at your house with flowers & chocolate, reassuring you that he’ll always be here for you. then he’d hold you in his arms while you sob & vent to him about how thought you finally found someone you were gonna have a future with. and he’d listen. every single time.
- ㅤꨄ︎
after a couple minutes, maybe 30, of you giggling with your friends & watching the boys play basketball, hollis comes over the the fence of the court and points to your circle of friends.
‘hey, you coming on?’ hollis grins while holding the ball against the fence.
‘yeah!’ one of the girls shoots up and runs into the court.
2 more follow. it’s just you left on the floor.
hollis’ smile widens. ‘your turn.’
‘i can’t.’ you shake your head.
‘and why’s that? because you chose to dress like a whore when you knew where we were going?’ hollis mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.
you nod.
hollis laughs, tosses the ball to roman and comes out of the court to come to you.
‘c’mere.’ hollis lifts you up effortlessly over the fence, then placing you flat on your feet. ‘here. we can play now.’
‘no hollis, i really can’t..’ you plead, grabbing onto his arm tightly. he’s completely oblivious to the fact you have nothing on underneath.
‘yeah you can baby, you’ve played basketball before.’ hollis teases & you instantly melt.
‘holli, please. let me sit this one out.’ you’re begging. you can’t take any chances with exposing yourself.
‘oh poor baby. this is your fault. you chose to wore that ridiculous skirt. now i won’t ask you again, we’re playing or you’re not getting a ride home.’
‘fine.’ you give in.
- 🏀
all of you are on the court now, all the other girls are chasing the ball, properly running. you’re sort of stood in the middle, taking small steps every so often, trying to seem like you’re trying. roman throws his hair into a ponytail and jogs over to you.
‘are you sure you’re okay? you’re acting real weird today.’ roman stays jogging on the spot, following the ball with his eyes.
‘yes i promise. it’s just that i can’t play.’
‘sure you can. you want my shirt to wrap around you?’
‘yes please ro, you’re a fucking angel.’
‘i try my best.’ roman pats your back and runs over to his bag. he takes his water bottle out & his shirt. he takes a quick sip and runs back over to you.
‘here.’ roman gets behind you and ties his white wife beater tank around your waist. it fits loosely but covers you nicely.
‘thank you.’ you go in for a hug and he hugs you back.
‘you better actually play now.’ roman teases, he runs back over to hollis & the girls, trying to tackle one of your friends for the ball.
you toss your hair into a high ponytail and finally play the game too. hollis finds this as the perfect opportunity to sneak touches, but disguise them as ‘accidents.’ like whenever you get the ball, he gets behind you and slaps the ball out of your grasp, all while pressing up against you. and you can feel exactly what he wants you to feel. he doesn’t pay attention to any of the others, just you.
after a while, the girls get tired & go back to sitting on the grass. roman goes to fill his water bottle, so that just leaves you and hollis. he took his shirt off earlier because he was hot, you kept throwing secret glances at his body, his sweaty abs, his skinny yet strong arms, and of course, his outlined v-line. that’s your favourite part. you suddenly think, maybe exposing yourself wouldn’t be that bad. you take romans shirt off and throw it on top of his bag. leaving you in your tiny skirt & thong.
‘you’re coming off already? come on one more match.’ hollis pleads, running over to you.
‘i’m not coming off, i just wanted to take this off.’
hollis raises his eyebrow & shrugs his shoulders. ‘okay, let’s play.’
hollis starts with the ball, doing a bunch of tricks & dribbles that no one cares about, then he bounces the ball too high and it goes over the fence. you both glance at eachother before running straight for it. the court is like a cage with no roof, the fence is lowered on one side, so there’s only 2 ways to get in & out. you and hollis take separate ways, yours is closer to the ball. you sprint towards it, before you hear hollis’ heavy breathing behind you, and before you know it, you’re on the floor. hollis pretty much rugby tackled you, all over a basketball. while you’re lay on the floor, you realise your skirt went up. fully. whole ass exposed. you quickly realise and hurriedly fix yourself, but it was too late. hollis already saw. you get up even quicker and act like nothing happened. you try running for the ball since it’s barley 5 steps away, but hollis grabs your arm.
‘you think you can get away with wearing a skirt the size of a belt, without anything on underneath?’ hollis comes closer to your face.
‘i thought i brought my shorts too.’ you mumble, barley loud enough for him to hear.
‘well that ass has done something to me now. and i think it’s only fair if you help me fix it.’ hollis lifts your chin up so you’re looking at him in the eyes. he brings his face closer to yours, you try to close the gap but he pulls away slightly, leaving you chasing. ‘oh no, you won’t get me so easily now, i’ll make you feel the way you’ve been making me feel lately.’
you’ve been dressing more & more slutty recently. not to impress anyone, but for yourself. you like the way short skirts look on your thighs, and the way tiny crop tops make your waist look smaller. hollis has noticed, and it drives him insane. he always imagine what you would feel like, grinding up against him fully clothed, the friction alone would probably make him cum.
hollis takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. you stare at his back muscles, the sweat glistening off his pale body. you wouldn’t mind hollis using you for a bit, you always catch his dick print when we wears his baggy grey sweats, and fuck, he’s huge.
he pushes you into the bathroom and he follows behind you, clicking the door shut & locking the door. he comes towards you and plants his hand at the back of your head, his fingers getting tangled in your hair. he pushes to towards the sink. you sit on it and pull hollis towards you. he brings his face closer and starts kissing you, deep & slow, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. you kiss him back and gently bite his lower lip, hollis groans into your mouth and his grip tightens around you head. he uses his empty hand to feel you. he holds your neck, then your shoulder, then he goes down to grope your tits, hold your waist, then grab your thighs. he breaks the kiss off and you whine, you still want more of him.
‘this is for me remember, not you. maybe i’ll let you use me however you want another time, just not right now.’ hollis whispers between your lips. he moves down to your neck, plastering rough kisses which turns into him sucking, leaving hickeys all over you, marking you as his.
‘holli- fuck.’ you sigh. hollis bites your neck gently, then he pulls his teeth off you, his eyes meeting yours as he smiles. he brings his lips to yours again, rougher this time. his tongue shoving deep into your mouth & you’re already out of breath. you grasp his neck tightly, trying to pull him off you to get some air but he won’t budge. he lifts you off the sink, not taking his lips off you even for a second, then he props your leg up on the metal trashcan, spectating your legs nicely for him.
hollis finally gets off you and you gasp, desperately trying to suck in as much air as you can. hollis falls to his knees, his eyes not leaving yours. ‘fuck angel, i need you so fucking bad.’ he whines. he finds himself between your legs, you feel him sliding your thong to the side, already inserting a cold finger inside of you.
‘holy fuck-‘ you choke, the sensation instantly taking over your body. ‘holli-‘
hollis doesn’t hold back. you feel his breath on your inner thigh, he kisses you gently while fingering you. your breath hitches before he brings his tongue onto you. your hands meet his tangled blonde curls and you embed your fingers tightly into them, pulling on individual waves which lets out a groan from his needy mouth. ‘gentle. or i’ll stop.’ hollis growls.
he continues differentiating between gentle licks & sucking, the sensation coming over you in waves, but he won’t let you get off just yet. hollis slides a finger into your wet hole while continuing to suck on your swollen clit, your legs are shaking and it’s hard to stay stood up. you’re a whiny mess & you start letting out loud moans, anyone within 10 feet of the bathroom would’ve for sure heard. hollis then suddenly pulls off you, you nearly fall to the floor with how weak you’ve gotten, not even realising how much hollis’ head was supporting you.
‘shut the fuck up, i bet the others can hear how petty you sound right now. and you wouldn’t want that huh?’ hollis teases. he pulls your leg down and bends you over the sink. you hear the sound of his metal belt coming undone. you watch his eyes through the mirror. he’s holding your ass with one hand while he undoes his belt with another. his eyes never leave yours.
his belt falls to the floor and he slides his pants down just down to about his thighs, and his cock springs out of the hole of his boxers. the soft skin of his dick grazes your ass gently, just enough to make you 100 times more desperate.
‘fuck hollis, you’re huge.’ you look behind you and you’re met with a pretty pink tip, a bead of precum already sat on the top. ‘yeah? you want it?’
‘i want it.’
‘show me how bad you want it.’
hollis lines his dick up right against your wet pussy, but he doesn’t push in. you feel his warm tip at your entrance, you’re just waiting for him to slam into you, but he doesn’t move. his eyes are locked on yours through the mirror. ‘go on then, show me.’
you push back into him, ass against his hips. he groans and you whine as his whole length seeps into you, it won’t take much for you to cum. you shift back & forward slowly, setting out a rhythm which definitely starts to set hollis off. he holds your hips, steadying himself as his head rolls back, faint groans & sighs leaving his mouth. ‘fuck- yeah just like that.’ hollis’ grasp tightens around you & he starts rolling his hips into you, taking control now. you grip onto the sink hard & moan even harder.
hollis doesn’t hold back, your moans just grow louder and hollis grows needier. hearing your moans turn him on even more, knowing anyone outside can hear exactly what’s going on makes him go harder, slamming into you completely.
‘you gonna- fuck.’ hollis tries to get a sentence out but he ends up fumbling his words & he turns into a whiny mess himself. ‘you gonna keep- keep teasing me then..? shit..’ he groans.
‘if it- makes you do- do this then yeah.. i am-‘
‘slut’
‘only for you.’
hollis giggles before slamming into you a few more times, then pulling out suddenly and cumming all over your back. ‘fuuuck..’ he moans. his warm load paints you pretty, he grabs your hair up in a ponytail & brings you up to his face, cum sliding from your back onto your ass & thighs. he plants a gentle kiss on your lips & pulls away. ‘you gonna be able to walk? or you need me to carry you to the car.’ your legs tremble and you stare at hollis like he just said the sky is pink. ‘okay, i know the answer.’
hollis slide your thong back into place & he wipes his cum off you using his tank top which was draped over his back pocket. ‘you took me so well baby.’ he fixes your skirt and rubs your back gently. he pulls his own boxers & pants up before picking up his belt and looping it around his pants but he doesn’t buckle it, almost like he wants people to know what happened if they didn’t hear well enough.
he picks you up bridal style and you melt into him, letting yourself go weak. he opens the door, to which roman is stood outside, arms crossed while leaning against the brick wall. ‘that’s my shirt.’ roman points at the tank top which is slung over hollis’ shoulder, drenched in his own cum. ‘you really want it ro?’ hollis teases. he tosses the tank over to roman, he catches it but instantly regrets it, feeling the warm mess he left earlier. romans eyes widen & he throws the shirt at hollis’ face. ‘you’re dirty bro, keep that shit.’
perv!hollis x fem!reader
yeah i listened to this audio and it gave me an idea so we shall get on the fucking grind and write!!
this is also me HARD launching nerd!hollis into the spotlight
perverted male vs perverted female WHO WINS
contents of this fic : mommy kink. like seriously. reader straight up watching him jerk off 😬 and like degradation sort of if you squint
clean up in aisle ‘my pants’ bro wtf
nosferatu trade 😍😍😍
love how he posted these and mentioned 'the empress' again on his stories.
the empress represents the femininity or feminine energy in your life. one, upright, represents a nurturing, safe, and supportive lover, self-confidence and overflowing creativity. the other, reversed, stands for codependency, an overprotective and controlling lover and loss of self-control as a whole.
2hollis at summer smash
“yeah like that I like that, you know I fucking like that” yeah I just came everywhere by the way.
𖤐 2hollis @ summer smash .
FIRST OF ALL the vamp nails are back SECOND OF ALL the lace gloves and make up TIRD OF ALL the chief keef 2023 debut reference BLESSINGS ALL AROUND ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
LITERALLY BLESSINGSSS IF ONLY THEY DIDNT CUT HIS SET 💔💔💔💔 at least we saw some of it bruh