Weird bf!2hollis x Hot gf!Reader
Open my heart, give it to you
Tell the whole world that I'm in love with you
Whatever you want, baby I'll do
I know I don't want nobody else but you - Ciara
Context: After four years of long-distance and endless calls, you’ve finally left Tennessee for good to move in with hollis in LA. You’re head over heels for him, and he’s completely devoted to you, but his friends are convinced the whole thing is a scam. They’ve spent years telling Hollis he’s being catfished or that a girl like you would never actually move across the country for a "loser" like him. Now that you’ve touched down at LAX, it’s time to prove them wrong and show them exactly who’s in charge.
Tags/warnings: BLK!reader, Y2K!reader,Southern!Reader, Switch!reader, Switch!2hollis, Princess Treatment, Overprotective!Reader, Worship, Total Devotion, Online dating, Smut, Cum eating, Aftercare, ETCC
Author's note: Hiii! This is officially my first fic, so I’m a little nervous but really excited to share it. I got the inspo for this dynamic from Kip and LaFawnduh in Napoleon Dynamite
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The five-hour flight from Nashville had been a blur of staring at the clouds and checking your reflection every ten minutes. Your necklace felt heavy against your chest, and every time you touched it, your stomach flipped. You had lived your entire relationship through FaceTime and Instagram for four years; now, everything you owned was packed into three suitcases in the cargo hold. When the wheels finally hit the tarmac at LAX, the reality of moving in for good made your heart race so hard it felt like it was drumming against your ribs.
Navigating the airport was a haze of adrenaline. After pulling your heavy bags off the carousel, you pushed through the glass doors into the California sun—bright and dry, a sharp contrast to the humidity of home. You scanned the lot until you spotted the black Car. Hollis was leaning against the passenger door in a baggy black zip-up hoodie, looking exactly like he did on screen, yet somehow more vivid. Next to him, Roman and Nate were leaning against the trunk with their arms crossed. They had spent years in the group chat joking that you weren't real, but as you approached in your pink tracksuit, they went completely silent.
You stopped at the curb and gave a small wave. Hollis froze, looking dazed. When you reached him, you stepped into his space and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Because of your heels, his face pressed directly into your chest. He held you in total silence, his hands trembling against you. Looking over his shoulder, you caught the stunned expressions of his friends.
"Which one of you is Roman?" you asked, Roman raised a hand, looking shell-shocked. "Grab the blue suitcase. Nate, you got the other two."
They didn't even argue. They scrambled for the bags while Hollis just gripped your hand, refusing to let go.
The drive through LA traffic was quiet, punctuated only by Roman and Nate occasionally glancing at you in the rearview mirror, still unable to believe you were actually there. When you finally reached the apartment, Hollis led you inside while the guys dropped the bags and made a quick exit, sensing the thick, electric tension vibrating between you.
Hollis fumbled with his keys, his hands still shaking. When he pushed the door open, he stepped back to let you walk in first. "It’s not much," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "But welcome home."
He walked you through the space—the large couch, the desk setup, the evidence that he’d been cleaning for days. He led you to the bedroom and pushed open the closet door to show you that half the rack was empty, new hangers waiting for your clothes. In the kitchen, he pointed out a small basket filled with the specific snacks you’d mentioned months ago.
"I’m actually making something," he said, gesturing to the stove. "I didn't want us to have to go out again after your flight."
For the next hour, you sat on a stool at the counter and watched him. He was focused, carefully dicing vegetables and checking a recipe. The smell of garlic and sauce filled the room, grounding the surreal experience into something real. You ate the pasta in a heavy, expectant silence.
Once the plates were cleared, you drifted over to the couch. You sat down, smoothing the fabric of your tracksuit over your knees, and Hollis followed immediately, sitting just a few inches away. The loud, easy confidence you both shared over the phone had vanished, replaced by a thick, suffocating tension. Hollis kept tugging at the strings of his hoodie, his eyes fixed on the blank TV screen.
"This is crazy," you whispered
"Yeah," Hollis said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and finally looked at you. "I’ve been practicing what I was gonna say to you for like a week, and now I can't remember any of it."
"I'm nervous too," you admitted, turning to meet his eyes. "I feel like a teenager again."
Hollis let out a short, shaky laugh. He slowly reached out and laced his fingers through yours; his palm was warm and slightly damp. He looked at your joined hands, then back at you, his eyes dark with uncertainty. "I’ve wanted to kiss you for four years," he rasped. "But now that you’re sitting right here, I feel like I'm gonna mess it up."
"You won't," you said, closing the gap until your shoulder pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart thumping wildly.
Hollis leaned in, his forehead resting against yours for a heartbeat. He was breathing fast, radiating heat. Without asking, he tilted his head and finally pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was hesitant at first, both of you shaking, but as he pulled you closer by your waist, the four years of distance finally collapsed.
The kiss deepened. Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as his fingers tightened on your waist. Four years of typing "I wish you were here" melted into something tangible. His lips were soft but insistent; when his tongue brushed your lower lip, you parted for him without hesitation. He tasted of coffee and mint, an unfamiliar but welcome flavor. Your fingers threaded into his hair, and he let out a low sound against your mouth as his hands slid under your jacket.
You didn't stop at kissing. Your hand dropped from his jaw, sliding down his chest until you reached the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers curled around the elastic of his boxers, tugging lightly. Hollis gasped against your mouth, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Fuck," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes hungry. "You're really not holding back."
"I've been holding back for four years," you replied, your voice low and rough. "I don't want to anymore."
You pushed his hoodie up, revealing a strip of pale skin. He helped you pull it off, tossing it to the floor along with his henley. His chest was lean and defined, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down his stomach. You ran your palms over his pecs, feeling the thunder of his heart under your touch.
"Your turn," he muttered. His hands found the zipper of your velour tracksuit, pulling it down slowly, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room. He pushed the jacket and your thin tank top off your shoulders in one motion. Your breasts were bare, nipples already hard from the cool air and the intensity of the moment. Hollis's breath caught. He reached out, his fingertips brushing one nipple feather-light. You arched into him with a soft moan.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered hoarsely. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue circling your nipple before sucking gently. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing his face harder against your chest while his other hand kneaded your breast.
Heat pooled between your legs, a wetness spreading against your leggings. You shifted on the couch, spreading your thighs, and Hollis took the hint. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and panties, tugging them down as you lifted your hips to help him. Soon you were completely naked on the cool leather of the couch. Hollis stared at you, his gaze traveling from your face down to the slick pink of your pussy.
"So wet already," he murmured. He lowered himself, kneeling on the floor between your legs and spreading them wide. You could feel his warm breath on your cunt, and you squirmed impatiently.
"Please, Hollis," you whispered.
He didn't make you wait. His tongue slid flat against your slit, from your entrance up to your clit. You gasped, your hips bucking. He groaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. He licked you slowly, deliberately, before focusing on your clit with quick, flickering strokes.
"Fuck, yes," you breathed, gripping the cushions. He alternated rhythms long licks and sharp flicks until you were crying out. He pulled back for a second, his chin glistening. "You taste so good," he said, his voice wrecked, before diving back in and pushing two fingers deep into your pussy. You were so wet they slid in effortlessly; he curled them, hitting the spot that made your vision blur.
"That's it, baby," you moaned. He finger-fucked you while his mouth worked your clit, a dual sensation that felt overwhelming. Heat coiled tight in your belly. "I'm gonna cum!"
He doubled down, pumping faster and flicking harder until you shattered. An orgasm ripped through you, a scream tearing from your throat as you soaked his fingers and face.
As you lay there panting and trembling, Hollis pulled his fingers out slowly, licking them clean while locking eyes with you. He stood up, revealing a bulge straining against his jeans, desperate and thick.
"Your turn," you said, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprang free —hard, flushed, and slick with precum. You wrapped your hand around the shaft, stroking slowly as he groaned and let his head fall back.
"You don't have to," he managed through strained breaths.
"I want to," you said, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. The taste hit your tongue—salt and musk. You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper and deeper until your nose pressed against his pubic bone. He gasped, his hands gripping your hair—not pushing, just holding on for dear life. You moved your mouth up and down his shaft, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside. The choked moans and whispered "fucks" he made were intoxicating.
"I'm gonna—" his hips started to thrust shallowly. You pulled off just in time, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Not yet. I want you inside me."
You lay back on the couch and pulled him with you. He positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He searched your eyes for permission; you nodded, biting your lip. He pushed in slow and steady, stretching you, filling you with a mix of pleasure and pressure that made you gasp. He paused when fully seated, his forehead against yours.
"You feel incredible," he whispered.
"Move," you begged, nails digging into his back.
He began to thrust slow, long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. The friction was delicious. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him deeper, and he groaned, his rhythm quickening. The couch creaked beneath you; the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room as he fucked you with a desperation that matched your own.
"That's it, baby, take it," he growled, his shyness completely gone. He was raw and primal now. You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight. He shifted his angle, hitting a deeper spot that made your eyes roll back.
"Right there, don't stop!" you cried out. He obeyed, pounding into that spot, his balls slapping against your ass. Your pussy gripped him tight as you peaked again.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.
"Cum inside me," you commanded. He whimpered, burying himself deep as his body shuddered violently, spilling into you in hot, thick waves. The feeling of his release pushed you over the edge one last time, your body convulsing beneath him.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting pressure. But you weren't finished. You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at you. "Not done yet."
His eyes widened with surprise and submission. "Get down there," you ordered, pushing his shoulder. He slid off you, disoriented but obediently kneeling between your legs. His gaze dropped to your pussy, which was leaking a thick mixture of his cum and your arousal. "Eat it out of me."
A flush crept up his neck, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at the creamy liquid oozing from your entrance. He moaned at the taste his own seed mixed with your wetness and buried his face between your thighs. He licked and sucked, cleaning you thoroughly and scooping out the remnants with his tongue. You guided him with your fingers, whispering a soft "Good boy" as he whimpered against you.
He looked up at you, chin slick and glistening, eyes hazy. "Welcome home," he whispered, his voice thick with submission. You smiled and tugged him up for a kiss, tasting yourself and him on his lips.
The high of the couch had left you both exhausted and glistening, but the tension had simply shifted into a heavy, humming warmth. After a few minutes of tangled limbs and whispered promises, you decided the bedroom was too far. You led Hollis into the bathroom, where the cool tile provided a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off your skin.
You turned the faucet on full blast, steam curling around the mirror as you stepped into the swirling warm water. Hollis followed close behind, his expression one of pure worship. As the water rose to your waist, you stepped onto the ledge and pulled him in with you. He pressed you back against the smooth porcelain, his hands sliding under the water to grip your thighs and lift you slightly.
"I can't get enough of you," he groaned, sounding wrecked. "I feel like if I stop touching you for one second, you're going to disappear."
You let out a soft, teasing laugh. "I ain't goin' anywhere, baby. Now sit."
You pushed him back until he was sitting firmly against the back of the tub, legs spread wide. You straddled him, the water churning around your hips. As you slowly lowered yourself onto him, you felt his cock—already hard again—slide back into you with a wet, heavy thud. You let out a long, shaky breath, arching your back as you took him all the way in. Hollis’s head hit the porcelain with a soft thud; a loud, needy moan escaped his throat.
"Oh god… you're so tight," he whimpered.
You didn't move right away; instead, you perched on top of him, grinding your hips in slow, agonizing circles. Hollis began to squirm, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave faint red marks. "Please," he whispered, sounding small and whiny. "Please move… I can't take it."
You smirked and nipped at his earlobe. "What was that? I can't hear you over the water."
"Please!" he gasped, hips jerking upward. "Please fuck me mommy please."
The desperation in his voice sent a surge of power through you. You began to bounce in a steady, rhythmic pace, water splashing over the sides of the tub. Each time you rose and sank back down, the warmth of the bath amplified every sensation.
Hollis was completely undone, He was a trembling mess beneath you. Every time you hit his sweet spot, he let out a high sound—half-sob, half-moan.
"I'm gonna… I'm close," he whined, his voice cracking. He tried to push up to meet you, but you pressed your palms against his chest, pinning him back against the tub. "Not yet," you commanded. "Look at me."
He opened his eyes, gaze hazy and desperate. You slowed your pace to a torturously slow grind, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every slide.
"Please, I'm gonna cum," he pleaded, breathing shallowly. He looked on the verge of tears from the sheer intensity. "I can't hold it… please let me cum."
You leaned down and whispered directly into his ear, "You've been waiting four years for this, Hollis. You can wait another minute."
He let out a frustrated noise, head tossing from side to side, muscles taut. He sounded so pathetic and needy that it drove you over the edge. Suddenly shifting gears, you slammed your weight down on him in fast, hard bursts. You rode him with everything you had, breasts bouncing in the steam, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Now!" you gasped. "Cum for me!"
That was the breaking point. Hollis let out a loud, choked cry, back arching off the tub as he finally surrendered. He gripped your hips with bruising strength, body shuddering violently as he spilled into you in great, hot waves. He sounded completely broken, his voice dissolving into breathless whimpers as his orgasm ripped through him.
You collapsed against his chest, your own release following closely behind a warm tide of pleasure that left you limp in his arms. For a long time, the only sound was the steady drip of the faucet and the heavy thumping of two hearts finally beating in the same room.
Hollis wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight in the cooling water. "I love you so much," he murmured, kissing your wet shoulder.
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