Trick Hollis x spoiled brat fem reader
textfic/smau (written chapter)
cw: MDNI// raw pnv // crying during sex// pool sex
An: This chapter is in Hollis' pov I need us to really understand why he decided to becomes readers trick, and obviously there's a smut treat. Hit my inbox lmk how we feel after, okay.....
These last couple of weeks getting to know y/n had been like I'd been gifted a new set of lungs. Finally breathing for the first time in a long time.
I could wake up in the morning and not immediately feel the weight of everything waiting for me. I could exist for a few hours without thinking about the next deadline, the next show, the next song the label was going to tell me wasn't good enough.
I could just enjoy being alive.
It was strange, considering the circumstances.
Nothing about the way y/n and I had ended up together was ordinary. I could tell the guys had their doubts about us in the beginning, but I couldn't blame them. From the outside looking in, whatever this was probably looked insane.
But then they started spending time around her. They saw the way she laughed. The way she talked to people. The way she could walk into a room and somehow make me forget that anyone else was in it.
Eventually, they understood.
They understood why I was willing to give her whatever she wanted, why I didn't even think twice about it.
For me, being around her was enough to make the rest of my life feel distant. Manageable.
The first time I saw her, she walked into that bar like she had no idea what she was doing to everyone in the room. Or maybe she knew. Maybe that was the thing about her: she didn't care about the effect she had on people.
There was something so quietly confident about her that it completely wrecked me. I remember watching her walk toward the bar, her hips swaying side to side in that tight dress, enhancing every curve on her body, and almost immediately, a melody started playing in my head.
I hadn't written it down. I didn't need to. It was just there.
The bartender looked at her. Then the guy sitting three stools down. Then another.
Every man in the place seemed to notice her.
That was the first thought that came to me.
But then I looked closer. Beneath all of that confident exterior of hers, I could see something else.
Something she was carrying.
I didn't know what it was. I still didn't. But I remember the exact second she took the first sip of her drink, and I watched her shoulders relax.
All I could think was that I wanted to take that from her.
Whatever weighed her down.
I wanted to make her forget it existed.
The melody followed me home that night. It wouldn't leave me alone. Even after I dropped her off, it hummed in the back of my mind for days until eventually I managed to twist it into something real.
Something I could actually hold onto.
And suddenly, I was writing again.
Before her, I'd been stuck. Genuinely stuck.
Music had always been something that came easy for me. Effortless. I could sit down and make five songs in a day if I was in the right headspace. I'd spent my entire life surrounded by it.
But somewhere along the way, I'd stopped loving it.
Star Tour had drained me. The pressure had drained me. The constant expectation that I should always be creating, always be better, always be something more than I was had finally caught up with me.
Every time I'd open my laptop, I would just stare at the screen.
That had never happened to me before.
The thing that had once been the easiest part of my life had started feeling like a job.
Ironic, because this had always been the dream, but the dream wasn't supposed to feel like this.
The label wanted new shit. They wanted me to change my sound. They wanted something different, but not too different that it would push back the audience.
They wanted me to be myself, but only the version of myself they could sell.
And then there was the internet.
The endless opinions about "2hollis," like I was a character on their screens and not a real person.
People who didn't know me telling me who I was.
People who hated me for things I'd done.
People who hated me for things I hadn't.
After a while, I started wondering what the point of all of this was.
I could feel myself disappearing slowly, piece by piece, and somehow I was expected to stand onstage every night and pretend I was enjoying every second of it.
Just the sight had pulled something out of me that I thought I'd lost.
Since the day I met her, every thought of her became something else.
Before her, I couldn't force a song out of myself. Now I was damn near finished with an entire album.
My mom noticed first. She looked at me before I left for a long moment before smiling.
"I'm happy I'm getting my boy back."
I hadn't known how much I needed to hear that until she said it.
Because maybe she was right.
Maybe y/n had given me something that I'd lost back.
Or maybe she'd just made me forget what it felt like to be empty.
Either way, I didn't care.
If people thought I was crazy for wanting to spoil her, they could think whatever they wanted.
I wanted her comfortable.
I wanted her free from worry.
Free from the things that made her shoulders tense before she even realized they were doing it.
If I could give her a life where she never had to carry anything heavy again, I'd do it.
An entire country if that's what she wanted.
Because the truth was, I didn't spoil her because I wanted something from her. I did it because watching her smile made me feel something I hadn't felt in years.
That was why I brought her to Aruba.
I wanted to see her happy.
I wanted to give her these experiences she hadn't had before but that she deserved.
I wanted to watch her laugh until she forgot everything else existed.
Her laugh was music to me, better than anything I'd ever produced or written.
I was completely present when I was with her.
But the second I was away from her, I started chasing the feeling again.
How she made my chest tighten when she was with me.
I'd write about the way she looked at me. The way she smiled. The way she made me feel like maybe I wasn't as broken as I'd convinced myself I was.
Trying to recreate the way she made me feel through music.
She had me under some kind of hypnosis.
My entire life had started revolving around her axis.
If anything, I was starting to wonder how I'd ever lived without her.
And maybe that was the problem.
Because this whole time we'd been on vacation, I still hadn't had enough of her.
Even when she was beside me, I wanted her closer.
I've been starting to feel that only once I'm under her skin would I be close enough to her.
Right now, I was sitting outside of our room, pretending to work while I watched her swim in the swim-up pool.
Pretending was the important word.
I'd been staring at the same thing on my laptop for at least twenty minutes. I couldn't tell you what it said or what I was supposed to be doing because I couldn't stop watching her.
That was enough to destroy my concentration.
She swam toward the edge, resting her arms against the stone.
I looked up from my screen, offering a slow, innocent, "Mhmm?"
"I said no working. So stop."
I laughed, finally closing the laptop and throwing my hands up in defense.
"Okay. I'm done. No need to worry."
She looked pleased with herself.
And there it was again, my chest tightening just looking at her.
That feeling I couldn't explain.
She was treading water in a red bikini, playfully kicking her feet, her skin covered in droplets of water under the dim, warm light.
Her hair was clipped up out of the way, but a few wet strands had already escaped.
The tiny straps of her bikini top were doing their absolute best, but it was barely enough.
As if I could ever focus with her looking like that.
I felt my dick strain against my shorts at the mere sight of her.
She looked up at me through wet lashes, batting her eyes like she was trying to ask me for a favor.
And right in this moment, whatever she wants, she gets.
"Come on," she said, a slow smile pulling at her lips. "Get in with me. Keep me company."
"Yes, ma'am," I said without wasting any time.
I made my way toward the pool, descending the steps into the warm water.
She walked closer to me, her smile lighting up the quiet patio.
I extended my arms, pulling her into a hug, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her securely as I walked us deeper into the pool.
She laid her head against my chest, the quiet of our surroundings filled only by the soft splashing of the water.
"I missed you," she whispered.
"Missed me? I've been with you this whole time."
"Yeah," she responded, "sitting up there working."
"I wasn't really working too hard," I rebutted. "I kept catching myself looking at you."
She lifted her head up and looked at me, a little flash of sass in her eyes.
"Am I doing my job? You feeling very inspired?"
Hearing that subtle edge of jealousy in her voice reassured me.
I loved hearing her get possessive of my work, other women, even sharing my time with anyone but her.
That she hated time away from me just as I did with her.
"You're doing amazing, baby. Remember when I told you I was working on something new for you?"
She smiled, playfully tapping her chin.
"Mmmm, I remember something like that."
"Well, I'm almost done now, at least with the rough draft. I want you to listen to it when we get back home."
She surprised me by pressing a finger gently against my lips.
"Shhhh. Don't talk about going home."
I couldn't help the small smile turning up my mouth.
"And what do you wanna talk about, baby?"
She didn't answer with words.
She just leaned in and kissed me.
And everything else in the world stopped.
The kiss was slow, deep, and passionate, feeling like both of us wanted to stretch out time so it would never end.
My hands moved from her waist, cupping the full shape of her ass beneath the water.
I could feel her slight smile against my lips, and it nearly broke me.
She was so fucking perfect it made me feel worthless.
Cherishing every touch, every kiss, I felt like I didn't deserve this.
I was completely at her mercy, folding underneath her until my back hit the smooth wall of the pool.
Her body moved against mine, and the way she felt under my hands, all of it rushed straight to my dick as she grinded herself against me.
I could hear the soft, needy moans coming from her throat.
If I didn't control myself, I was going to cum right then and there.
She broke apart from my lips and worked her way down to my neck.
I couldn't help the low whimper that tore out of me as she sucked violently against my skin.
I felt her hand reach down slowly, her long nails scratching down my abs until she reached the band of my shorts.
My breath hitched from anticipation as I felt her hands wrap around my dick.
"Hard already?" she whispered, teasing me.
As if she could expect me not to be.
Her hand stroked up and down my shaft, slow and deliberate, while her kisses on my neck never faltered.
A position I could have only dreamed of, getting to be entirely under her spell like this.
She lifted her opposite hand to cup my face, forcing me to look at her, bringing me closer to her, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.
"I want you, Hollis. All of you."
I stared at her, my heart hammering.
Obviously, I'd wanted her since the very first second I saw her in that bar.
But with our arrangement, I'd never wanted her to feel like sex was a part of the deal.
Because it was never about that for me.
I looked into her eyes, swallowing hard.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything just because you feel like you have to."
"I'm so serious, Hollis, please—"
Her hand stroked me again, making my hips twitch up against her touch.
She placed my tip between her thighs, rubbing it against her barely clothed slit.
I felt myself throbbing against her while soft whimpers escaped from me.
I grabbed her face, pulling her into another hard, desperate kiss.
Realizing she needed me just as badly as I needed her.
I brought her onto my lap, slipping her thin bikini bottoms to the side.
I lifted her up slightly, rubbing my wet tip against her entrance.
"Fuck," she whispered against my mouth.
Her lips stayed parted on mine, her breath mingling with mine, her wet folds resting right on my tip.
The anticipation of getting to feel her wrapped around me was absolute torture, but I wanted to take in every fraction of a second.
I lined myself up with her as she grabbed onto my neck, slowly lowering herself down onto me.
Her lips brushed my ear as we both let out a ragged cry into the night air.
She started to ride me, the water splashing wildly around us as she moved.
She did without hesitation, her eyes locked onto mine.
The way she wrapped around me felt like she was made for me, like my body was engineered specifically to fit inside hers. She took me so good.
While she rode me, I reached down between us, rubbing my thumb against her clit.
I wanted her to feel as much overwhelming pleasure as I did getting to watch her take me like this.
Her nails dug into my back as I reached up over her bathing suit, unfastening the ties of her top and bottom, letting the fabric fall away into the water.
I wanted to see all of her.
The entire world had fallen away. It was just the two of us.
Everything I had done, everything I had built, was for this moment.
She rested her forehead against mine as she began to ride me even harder.
The sensation of sliding her up and down my cock, how dripping wet she was, the wet sound of her ass clapping against my thighs with every thrust it was driving me completely crazy.
In all of this, her face was flushed, her hair falling wild from the clip.
I couldn't get enough of hearing my name fall from her lips like a prayer.
She was crafted by god in an image of perfection, and looking at her, it made my chest ache with that physical pain again.
I didn't feel like I deserved her or that I should be allowed to enjoy her like this, but she let me.
And I was so happy she let me.
The way her skin melted against mine made it feel like we were merging into the same person.
It was an exchange between souls.
She gripped my hair, pulling it slightly as she rode me faster, taking control.
A heavy groan tore from my chest.
"You're so beautiful on top of me like this, angel."
A breathy smile broke across her face.
I wanted to memorize everything.
The way she looked at me.
The sound of my name in her mouth.
The feeling of her hands on me.
Because some stupid, terrified part of me was already afraid of the day I'd wake up and realize I'd imagined all of this.
That I'd be right back where I'd started.
I could feel my peak rushing up on me the harder she rode me, and I desperately tried to fight it, wanting this feeling to last forever.
I brought her lips to meet mine one more time, this kiss different from the first.
My tongue rolled over hers, deepening the kiss in any way I could.
I just wanted her to be closer to me.
It was what I needed most in this world.
I couldn't get enough of her.
She'd walked into my life and made everything feel worth doing again.
She'd given me music back.
She'd given me laughter back.
She'd given me myself back.
And somewhere along the way, without me even realizing it, she'd become something more than that.
Something I didn't know how to live without.
The mix of raw physical pleasure and sheer emotional desperation built up in my throat.
I had spent so much of my life believing happiness was temporary, something I would mostly find in music, but she was holding me like she wasn't planning on going anywhere.
All of it the love, the fear, the gratitude became too much to hold inside.
I felt hot tears slip down my cheeks.
I could feel myself unraveling physically and emotionally with her touch.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning my face under the moonlight.
Admiring her all I could say was
"baby.. I'm gonna cum," I choked out. My throat tight.
She rested her forehead against mine, breathless. Her thumbs wiping my tears
"you're crying… " her voice was filled concerned
I looked at her, my voice cracking.
I could feel the connection of her understanding me, understanding I needed this.
With those words, y/n picked up her speed, riding me with everything she had.
I couldn't control myself as the tears continuously flowed freely.
This closeness, this level of vulnerability, had me completely beside myself.
"Cum in me, Hollis," she panted against my lips.
That was all it took for me to lose every shred of control.
I submitted completely to her request, groaning her name into the dark as I spilled deep inside her.
I pulled her flush against my chest in a tight hug, refusing to pull out.
Her arms wrapped around me, feeling like we could somehow make this moment permanent; as long as we didn’t let each other go, nothing could ever change.
The words came out before I could stop them.
She lifted her head and looked down at me, a radiant, soft smile spreading across her face.
She pecked my lips gently, and I swear to God I felt something inside me settle.
A broken piece of me had finally found its home.
I held her close against my chest, listening to the water lap against the pool walls.
I'd spent weeks thinking she was the reason I could breathe again.
Now I was beginning to understand the problem.
Somewhere along the way, I'd stopped knowing how to breathe without her.
And I didn't want to learn how.
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