𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 pt1
2hollis x fem reader
contains: smut, masturbating, (p in v), saying another guys name (hollis)
a/n: had this idea for a while, just now getting to it.
dropping now cus i can’t wait.. pt2 & 3 r messy
pt2
Hollis’s alarm pulls you out of sleep in the morning. it starts as small beeping that you think is in your head. but then it gets louder and louder. you groan. it’s blaring. surely, he has to wake up and hear it within the next minute.
but he doesn’t.
“fuck.” you whip your blanket off and throw yourself out of your warm enclosure.
the floor is cold against your bare feet. the sun may be up, but it’s saturday, and you weren’t done sleeping.
you knock on his door, but there’s no response.
“hey,” you say. still, nothing.
you turn the knob. the door opens. you keep your eyes closed, positive that if you look, you’ll see two naked bodies twisted in the sheets.
but half of his bed is empty. it’s just him, and his lower region is covered in his bedsheet.
his duvet has fallen to the floor in a heap.
when you told your friends you were moving out of your parents to rent a room, they asked you where you could possibly move to, who could you possibly more in with.
but you didn’t tell them. “someone from an online ad,” you said.
“Hollis.” the alarm is screaming now. “Hollis!”
after a deep breath, you look at the buttons again. you press the one that says STOP.
the noise cuts off right away, and it feels like when dust settles around the room.
you look back at Hollis, who hasn’t even flinched.
lucky him.
unlike you, he has to wake up and go to work.
he came in late and drunk last night with a girl. you had to listen to them have sex, but both of them must have fallen asleep in the midst because there were small moans and then nothing.
“Hollis.” you shake his shoulder. “hey, Hollis. wake up.”
this time, he makes a noise. thank God.
you were starting to think he’d actually drank himself into a coma. or death.
“Hollis, your alarm,” you say. “you have to go to work.” he moves a little but his eyes don’t open. “Hollis. come on.”
this was not on your “roommate resume.”
when you first moved in, you figured he was the kind of guy to trash the place like a frat house-he is that age, after all. but so far, he's been surprisingly neat.
the only "messy" thing he does is show up drunk with a date every once in a while and have loud sex.
"Hollis, wake up," you whine. you shake him hard enough so his head moves back and forth.
there’s an ache behind your eyes.
even the thought of falling back into your warm bed is torture.
"mm?" his brow furrows. he’s close to the surface. you remind him again that he has to get up for work, hoping he comes to.
one of his eyes opens, just barely. he squints at you like you're holding a harsh light right in his face.
“you’re late, come on.” you nudge him with your knee.
he checks the time, one eye still open. “my alarm didn’t go off.”
“it did. it woke me up. now get up.”
he swings his legs over the side of the bed.
His back is hunched, and he rubs his face with both hands. he isn't wearing any underwear, and the sheet is just barely still covering his area.
and he acts like it's no big deal that you're there.
he checks behind him, a tired, groggy look on his face. "where’s, uh..."
"she left. i don't know when." of course he doesn't remember her name. he probably never even knew it.
HOLLIS
it’s the first night in a while that Hollis has turned in early. not that he plans to go to sleep right away. he’ll watch some TV from his bed for a bit. when he's tired enough, he'll probably fall asleep with the TV still on.
usally, all the good shows and movies are on at this time of night, but since it's a weeknight, Hollis doesn't find anything appealing. he plays a video game, instead, which he hasn't done for a while since he's had that girl over a lot recently.
he likes to keep the volume up when he plays because hearing the sound of when he kills someone pumps adrenaline through his body.
it motivates him, gets him excited.
but even with the volume up, he hears moaning.
or, he thinks he does. he pauses the game and listens.
on the other side of the wall, Y/n is moaning. it’s clear now. and it gets louder.
Hollis’s heart pounds violently in his chest.
his finger moves around over the pause button, but he doesn't press it. she sounds like he's bulldozing her into the mattress, like she's forgotten that Hollis is there.
how could she not care that Hollis can hear her?
when it doesn't stop, he leaps from his bed and storms into the hall. he bangs his fist against their door, and the noise stops.
"keep it down."
fuck them if they get mad about it. it’s disgusting how much she doesn't care who hears. if she's not going to be quiet, Ian should tell her to be quiet. and he's a guest.
he shouldn't be so comfortable.
back in his room, the noise starts again.
it’s subtle this time, whimpers instead of moans.
it’s only like that for a minute, and then she gets loud again. their voices aren't clear, but Hollis knows he's praising her, telling her he's close.
and then, finally, she lets it all out in a bombastic vocal performance.
Hollis curses. at least it's over. shell kick him out, she'll go to sleep, and by tomorrow everything will sort of go back to normal.
he’s shut the TV off. his room is dark and quiet. he shuts his eyes, breathes steadily.
moaning again.
Hollis’s eyes snap open. his eyelashes bat against his pillow.
it’s Y/n moaning. they’re having sex again?
Hollis stares at their shared wall. you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
Hollis imagines she's on top. or maybe he just wants to imagine her on top. he’s never seen her naked, but he tries to in his mind.
the moaning stops. Y/n says something to Ian.
bed springs squeak, then a pause. then more moaning, right where she left off from.
he's probably behind her now, gripping her hips, getting in deep. Hollis imagines the look on her face, how she must have her ass up and her face down.
he grows underneath his sweatpants, and even though no one can see him, he covers it with both hands.
when they stop, he's still hard but relieved.
there’s no way there will be a third time.
they talk to each other, but their voices are muffled through the wall. Hollis hears a belt buckle. he’s getting dressed. he’s leaving.
her bedroom door opens, and they walk past Hollis’s door talking pleasantly, like he hadn't just been railing her.
Hollis lies back on his bed, a tent still in his pants. he waits.
she walks back to her room alone, her bare feet scuffing against the wood floor. her door shuts.
it’s quiet for a while, but then the moaning starts. he sits up. again? but he left. she’s alone, she never lets a guy stay over.
she’s touching herself.
a ripple of pleasure moves through Hollis body when the realization settles. that gnawing, desperate need to touch himself makes him tense. he palms himself through his pants, and even the slightest touch causes him to moan.
but she sounds different this time. her moaning gets louder more gradually. she’s more natural. Hollis pushes his hand under his boxer briefs and strokes himself. when she gets louder, Hollis goes faster. she’s close, whining and crying, probably writhing and shaking. she didn't sound anything like that either time she had sex with Ian.
"come on come on come on." he teeters on the edge.
he can hear her fight against it, but it overpowers her. "oh, oh... oh..."
Hollis bursts, lets it all out with a long, shaky
"fuuuck." and it only gets better until he finishes. he catches his breath as he comes down. his whole body is light, his muscles have loosened. "holy shit."
and that's it for the rest of the night. no more moaning. just silence.
Y/N
in the morning, you startle awake. last night's mess was carelessly "cleaned." you’ll have to take a shower right away.
by the time you're showered and dressed for work, Hollis is in the kitchen.
he sees you and smirks. "what happened to your date?"
"he left."
"yeah? when?" he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip.
you climb into a chair at the counter. "last night."
"sounds like you had a good time."
your face burns.
Hollis sets his coffee down. "you were loud."
"i know." you close your eyes.
"you faked it."
"what?" your blood stops moving.
"come on," he says. "you faked it. with him." when you don't say anything, he adds, "don't deny it."
"i'm not talking about it with you."
"i’m right, aren't i?" a smile spreads across his face. "no wonder you don't let him stay over."
"that's not why."
his gaze doesn't let up.
"oh, come on. you didn't get to finish both times, so when he left you took care of it yourself."
you open your mouth to go off on him, but nothing comes out. and he's absolutely right.
"do you do that a lot? you know, fake it?"
your confession comes out like a magic trick.
“most of the time, i don’t.”
he looks at you.
"finish," you add.
Hollis ditches his phone and leans forward.
"and you still have sex with him."
"it’s not just him." your voice is quiet, unsure, and you'll only look at Hollis from the corner of your eye. "it's most guys."
"how many?"
"it doesn't matter."
but now Hollis is intrigued. "tell me. how many guys have made you cum?"
you think for a moment, even though the answer is already there. you tell him, quietly. he doesn't hear.
"what's that?" he leans in more.
"i said, zero."
Hollis nearly spits out his coffee. "are you fucking serious? no guy has ever made you cum? never?"
you shake your head.
"holy shit."
"it’s really not that unusual." you panic.
“it’s actually very normal for women to not cum. like, eighty percent of women, i think, don't-"
"that's fucking insane."
asshole.
"oh, please. there are probably a ton of girls who've faked it with you."
Hollis scoffs. "no. there aren't."
you give him a look.
"seriously. i make girls cum.”
you swallow.
"do you like him?" he asks. "you know, other than for sex?"
it's a good question, but not one to get into with Hollis.
"why him?" he's serious now. his voice has softened.
"why do you keep going back to a guy specifically for sex if he doesn't make you cum?"
"because... there's always a chance that..."
"that what?"
"that.." it’s humiliating. "that it's me," you say. "like, maybe i wasn't focused enough. or, i was more tired than i realized. or-"
"oh, please."
"it's true. you go back because you hope that next time you'll cum. you'll feel it."
"i think you need a different guy."
"no. i don't."
"you shouldn't have to force yourself to cum," Hollis tells you. "It should come naturally. he should make it happen. like, it can't be helped."
that was by far the most personal thing you've told Hollis so far. it spins around in your head at work all day, and even afterwards when you're back at the apartment, waiting for him to return, you can't stop thinking about it. there are questions you want to ask him. he was so confident about himself. could he be right?
that you've been having sex with all the wrong guys? are there guys out there who could easily make you cum?
Ian texted you this time. he wants to come over because he's horny. you stare at the text for a long time. maybe you should listen to Hollis, give up on Ian, and find someone else. but you really do want to cum. after your conversation with Hollis, you're determined to prove him wrong.
come over, you text Ian.
Hollis comes back before Ian arrives, and he has a girl with him that you"ve seen a couple of times before. you say hello to each other, and they hang out in the kitchen while you watch TV. or try to.
as soon as you let Ian in, you grab his hand, tell him you've been hoping he would come over soon, and then you guide him to your room. your back burns from a pair of eyes in the kitchen.
you both jump right into it. you help each other undress then push him onto your bed and climb over his body. he gets hard quickly, and you lower yourself down on him. he grabs your ass with his hands and grunts every time you move.
you shut your eyes and try to focus on the feeling. you start off slow with little rocking.
Ian squeezes your ass, so you go a little faster. your moans get louder. his hands move up to grab your breasts, but he doesn't play with your nipples.
"mmm, that feels so good," he says.
you don't feel anything yet. you rock your hips slower and harder in hopes to feel him deeper. he bucks his hips into you.
"shittt, yeah." he lets out a breathy laugh and runs a hand across your stomach.
"you’re so hot."
your focus flickers off and on like a lightbulb that needs to be replaced. when he talks again, you tell him to hush. you can get off on your pillow easily, so why is it so much harder to get off on an actual guy?
a burst of moans sound from behind you, through the wall. you stop.
whoever that girl is that Hollis keeps bringing over is letting out noises every few seconds like she's yelping with surprise.
and she just gets louder.
"they probably heard us," Ian says.
she shouts Hollis’s name over and over.
"oh, God, yes. mmm, yes, Hollis. Hollis, Hollis, Hollis...."
it has to be a joke. after this morning's conversation, this has to be Hollis's way of "proving" to you that you're not one of those girls. you're not cuming.
what an asshole.
and she keeps going. it's like his name is the only word she's ever known. It's ridiculous.
fuck him. fuck Hollis.
you rock your hips on Ian, fast this time, so the bed shakes.
"i could cum now," he says.
"don't." you press a hand against his bare chest.
she’s crying now. Hollis is probably on top of her with her legs wrapped around his waist, and he's probably pounding her into the mattress, hitting her G-spot every time.
you find the right angle so Ian’s tip hits your spot. he lets out a loud groan.
"shut up," you tell him. "do not fucking cum."
he shakes his head. "i don't think i can-"
you don't move.
you wait. and then you hear him. Hollis. moaning. it reverberates all through your body.
usually, he doesn't make this much noise, if at all. an occasional grunt or an order. but now... he’s enjoying it. her. getting her off is getting him off. back and forth, back and forth.
and you're right there with him. he reacts to her like he's reacting to you, to your movements.
Ians hands become Hollis’s hands. when Ian starts to talk, you tell him to shut up.
Hollis grunts every other second. each one is loud and guttural like he's slamming into her.
"i need you to fuck me," you say.
Ian flips you over. you're both frantic as he pushes himself back in. he starts slow, but listening to Hollis and that girl, you beg Ian to go faster.
"i'm gonna cum if I do," he says.
"well, then, don't. wait for me."
he burrows his face in your neck and pushes in and out. on the other side of the wall, the girl cries Hollis’s name like she's begging him to finish her off. like she's dying road kill and needs him to just end it already. it stirs inside of you like a storm. it builds and builds.
she finishes, letting out a wail. Hollis grunts louder and louder.
"i’m gonna cum," you say. "oh my God, i’m gonna cum."
Ian goes faster and deeper. a long, startled noise draws out of you from deep within, like it's been living there for a decade. your legs clamp around him. Hollis finishes with a string of curses, and you explode around Ian.
"oh, God, Hollis."
Ian stills. "what?" he draws his hand away from your knee.
you sit up. "no, i’m sorry. that’s not-"
"did you say Hollis?"
"shh." you clamp a hand over his mouth.
Ian climbs off the bed with a sour face.
"unbelievable. fucking unbelievable."
"no, Ian." you scramble off the bed as he collects his clothes from the floor. "Ian, please. i’m sorry. it had nothing to do with you-"
"well, no shit," he snaps. "because you were getting off to him the whole time. what was i here for? to be your fucking dildo?"
tears well in your eyes, hot and brimming.
"please. where are you going?"
he has his jeans on but only grabs his shirt.
"i’m getting the fuck out of here."
you throw on your underwear and chase him down the hall. you get to him in just enough time to shut the door before he walks out.
"Ian, please. i’m sorry. really, it just slipped out-"
"do you fuck him?"
"what?"
his jaw is clenched. "do you fuck him? when i’m not here?"
"n-no," you say. "no, i told you, we never..."
he shakes his head. "look," he says. "it wouldn't matter if you did. but if you're lying to me about it and thinking about him when we're having sex-"
"no, no, i swear. i swear to God."
Ian stares at you like he's waiting for you to break.
he flings the door open. "i’m leaving bye."
the door slams after him.
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