Note: This is not based on the song ‘Just for Now’ by Imogen Heap; I simply liked the title. At some point, I will write more about them because I have so many ideas I wanna explore. Also, this is my contribution to Pride. Enjoy!
Content warning: Smut, oral; they’re both switchy. If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: Hollis and Roman have an agreement that they’ve both grown to enjoy, but for reasons neither of them will let on until one fated night.
Roman leans against the balcony lazily as smoke curls from his lips. He flicks his gaze along and quickly pauses when he sees him making out with some woman in a secluded corner. Watching his lips move along hers felt vile. He felt something acidic boiling in the pit of his stomach.
The man flutters his eyes open, feeling someone’s eyes burning into his flesh. He continues to kiss the woman, undeterred by someone watching. He scans the crowd and nearly moans once their eyes meet. He can tell, besides his nonchalant attitude, he is trying to sport; he is livid.
Hollis loved this unspoken game that they always seemed to play. Before their late nights, they’d decide who would pick their lady of the night. Each time they would share a woman, the energy always teetered along a line neither of them seemed to want to explore. Until tonight. He urges the woman to straddle him, not caring for who may see. He craves one man’s gaze. His hands move slowly along the expanse of her back before boldly grasping her ass, tugging her over his groin.
The sight has Roman nearly crushing the cigarette between his fingers, yet he does not tear his eyes away despite the anger festering beneath his skin. He can see him smirking like this is some game only he knows the rules to. He abandons the stick and makes his way over to them. He is standing directly behind her, yet she does not notice. Why would she? She is grinding against his lap like she is in heat. She is too caught up in the clouds of lust to realize the man isn’t even giving her his full attention. His lips may work along hers, but he isn’t focused on her at all.
"Holl." His voice may sound calm, but he is far from it. He pulls from the kiss slowly, giving a small hum of acknowledgement.
"We gotta get out of here; we got that studio session." They both know that’s irrelevant, but he doesn’t call him out on it. The woman on his lap whines in displeasure.
"Sorry, baby. You heard the man." He flicks his tongue along her lips before gently placing her on the couch, leaving her behind. They begin the short walk back to his car, something weighing over them. Each step Roman takes, he finds himself holding onto his very limited self-control, especially considering he had to listen to Hollis humming cheerfully beside him while they occasionally brush against each other.
"That girl was so hot."
He lets out a sound acknowledging but doesn’t say a word. He smiles to himself, knowing he’s getting on his nerves. "I don’t get why we have to rush to the studio. I know you wanted her."
"She was pretty cute."
"Nah, she was more than pretty cute." He glances at him as he speaks. He decides to take it up a notch. "We should take her to the studio with us."
He scoffs at the idea. "Come on, think about it. We record and then we can-"
He presses him harshly against the side of his car, surprising them both. Roman isn’t someone who loses his cool, but Hollis isn’t complaining. He likes this side way more than the brooding, mysterious act he has for the public.
"You think that shit is funny?" He asks, scanning his eyes over to him, keeping him pressed against the car.
"What do you mean, Rom?" His voice is soft and airy, keeping his eyes on him. The man before him seems to become acutely aware of what he is doing and attempts to step back when Hollis grasps his shirt, tugging him closer.
"Nah, don’t try and run from this, from me." He purrs, keeping him close, so they are chest to chest.
"Let me go." His voice is stern, but it is evident he didn’t really mean that, considering he is actively pressing into him.
"Make me."
His hands curl up into fists at his sides. He notices but doesn’t feel an inkling of fear; if anything, he feels pure excitement coursing through his veins. "You gonna hit me now? Will that make you feel better or are you-"
He shoves his hand into his back pocket, retrieving the keys. He clicks the button to unlock the door with a staggered breath and quickly opens it, pushing him in before following right behind him.
He looks over at the man, his heart heavy with longing that he cannot ignore. Hollis keeps his eyes on him but makes no move to close the gap. Of course, he wants him, yet in that same breath, he refuses to give him the easy way out. If he wants him so bad, he is more than capable of showing him.
Roman finally looks away from him. "Let’s go to the studio." He concedes to the internal thoughts working at an overdrive.
"Pussy." He murmurs as he reaches for the keys.
That quickly sets him off, and he practically lunges at him. Their lips meet, and Roman yanks his hair, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Hollis tugs him onto his lap, needing to feel all of him. He yanks from his embrace with an annoyed huff. "Don’t try to treat me like that girl from earlier." He laughs at the comment and moves to straddle him instead. "I was just trying to make it easier for you, Rom, because if I’m being honest, I have no intention of leaving until I get to taste you at least."
His Adam's apple bobs as the blonde trails his hand down his chest. He is taking his time, and it is driving him mad. He shifts anxiously, craving more from him. "You have that mouth for a reason, babe. Use it for me. Tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader."
"Holl, please don’t make me-"
He tuts, cutting him off. "No begging. Be good for me and use your words, baby."
He closes his eyes, feeling a profusion of thoughts and desires which overwhelm his senses. "I want you. I wanna feel your lips on me." He hums in approval. "That’s it?"
He nods meekly despite wanting more. "Okay, baby. Your wish is my command." He leans down to softly trail his lips along his jaw. His lips press against every inch of his face, not caring to rush to where he wants them the most. "Please." The faint cry escapes him as he leans in closer.
"Finally showing some initiative." He gently tugs his mouth open and closes the distance. Their lips meet once more, this time much slower. Roman hesitantly trails his hands along his sides, causing him to laugh against his lips as he breaks the connection. "Always so gentle, huh?" He climbs off his lap to get on his knees between his legs.
He leans his cheek along his thigh, gazing up at him innocently. They both know it’s a cheap facade, yet that doesn’t seem to help his length straining further along his zipper. "I’ll be good for you, Rom. Just this once, okay?" He undoes his belt and button at an agonizing pace, watching his fists ball in frustration.
"So, you’ll do what I say?" He grates out, keeping his eyes on him. "Of course, anything." He reaches down and grasps his wrists tightly, causing his eyes to widen. "Stop fucking teasing me and suck my dick." He was past the point of reasoning; he was beyond fed up and tired of the constant teasing.
He releases his wrists harshly and tugs his face to his crotch. "Take me out. Now." He attempts to use his hands, and he quickly slaps them away. "Use your teeth." He peers up at him as he breathes harshly against his groin. He has never seen him like this before. With a curt nod of obedience, he brushes his nose along the fastener before taking the cold metal between his teeth. Carefully, he tugs it down, keeping his gaze up on him.
He feels him pulsing beneath his boxers and presses his nose against him, breathing him in like he is getting his fix of a drug he didn’t know he ached for. He frantically yanks down his boxers and is so close to taking him into his mouth when he suddenly stops him. He leans down slightly so he is eye level with him.
"Don’t be greedy. Savor what you’re getting from me." His lips quiver at the demand, yet he chews the inside of his cheek before nodding despite his ravenous nature clawing away at him. For him, he’ll take his time. He’ll be good.
He casts his eyes on his dick while his mouth waters. He leans down to kiss along the sides, his tongue poking out ever so slightly, trying to capture all of him. His sounds are faint, encouraging him to continue. He wraps his tongue around the tip and methodically takes him in. He is transfixed at the sight bestowed upon him. His hair catches the moonlight that managed to peer into the dark-tinted windows.
He looks like a celestial being. Roman whimpers and guides his head with the tense grasp he has on his hair. "Just like that, take it for me. I know you’ve wanted this for so…fucking long." He moans and bucks his hips, trying to keep his eyes open. Hollis hollows his cheeks around him as he bobs his head back and forth. Each time he brushes against his throat, he whines and grasps the side of his thigh tightly.
Roman throws his head back with a moan, driving him deeper into his throat. "Fuck! Stop!" He tries to push him away from him, but he is too far gone. He shoves his chest aggressively and presses his hips down, not allowing him any escape. The sounds coming from Hollis were animalistic and charged by something far past lust. The man above him is whining and whimpering, trying to get him to slow down at least, but it is all no use. This is to quench the need they have both been sharing over the course of years.
He looks up at him, relishing the sight of him barely holding it together. With teary eyes, he looks down, reaching his breaking point. His boots dig into the floor as he presses him further into his groin. "Hollis!" He cries his name out as he shoots his load down his throat. Carefully, he tugs away with a faint smile. He is spent, breathing heavily against the leather seats.
Deep pants and huffs of solace fill the enclosed space, neither of them making a move to leave or fix their appearance. They settle into the silence, both questioning what occurred and what is next for them.
Note: Seeing him at Rolling Loud in the rain is one of my favorite memories of this year.
Content Warning: Slight angst, smut, unprotected sex, small age gap (Reader is two years older than him). If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: Weeks have gone by since his birthday, and you have gone to extreme lengths to ghost and avoid him. This, however, comes to an end after his Rolling Loud performance.
Twenty days. You have been avoiding the club like it is the plague. During those days, he has been texting and calling nonstop. Your friends at the club told you he came by nearly every single day looking for you. He didn’t want a conversation; he just wanted to see you in person, rather than through your Instagram stories. Those Instagram stories don’t portray the version he had of you that night. The night a clear shift occurred in their dynamic.
You waited to come back to the club until his tour had started. Upon your return to the club, you had to deal with the many whispers and false rumors circulating. Many believed you ran off with one of your regulars and got married, or you were pregnant. Getting back into the swing of things felt a bit challenging for the first few days. Being at the club felt like you couldn’t escape him. Traces of him lingered anywhere and everywhere like a fog that couldn’t be lifted. It was suffocating until, like everything else in your life, you adapted.
During that time, you ignored any media about him. You heard the buzz around the club but ignored it, at any cost.
About a month would go by, and he would be radio silent despite his watching your social media like a hawk. You knew he was back in town since some of his crew had stopped by before your shift to ask for some dancers for his performance later. It stung hearing other dancers whispering you weren’t his girl anymore, but you didn’t care enough to dwell on it.
You sat at the vanity, touching up your makeup. Just one more hour, and you can retire for the night, no more fake smiles and laughs. You are so engrossed in your makeup that you do not realize the red-haired man leaning against the lockers.
"So, this is what we're doing now?"
Your head immediately snaps to the sound of his voice. "How’d you even get in here?" Your eyes quickly trail over him, and you can immediately tell he has changed in more ways than one. His arms appear slightly more defined as if he had been in the gym. You quickly focus your attention solely on his face.
"I got my ways."
You watch as he slowly approaches you at the vanity, as if he is partially scared you’ll run away like a cornered animal.
"It’s been weeks of you dodging me. Weeks of me looking like a damn fool pulling up here just for you to not be here. You took a vacation or something?"
"That’s none of your business."
He exhales through his nose.
"I’m making it my business. After that night, you went completely ghost."
You shrug nonchalantly as if there’s not a pit in your stomach deepening. "You act like it’s some kind of big deal." You finally stand up from your chair and saunter over to him. In your heels, your legs appear endless, and you slightly overlook him. Even with the slight height difference, he meets your gaze head-on.
"So that’s it? I was just a nut for you?"
"Exactly."
"Say it."
"Excuse me?" He invades your personal space, making you step back slightly.
"Say it yourself. Open your mouth and tell me that’s all it was for you."
You scoff a bit. "You must not be paying attention-"
"Nah, ma. What we not gonna do is play these stupid ass games. Open up that pretty mouth of yours and tell me that night meant nothing to you."
You shake your head a bit in disbelief. You subconsciously attempt to take a step back, but are met by the edge of the vanity. While you were busy making excuses, you failed to realize he was slowly caging in. He closes the space between them, urging you to sit on the edge. He places his hands beside your hips, his cerulean eyes holding you captive.
You look at him with a glare. "Move out of my way." He moves one of his hands to your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. "And if I don’t?"
"I’ll scream." You hold his gaze despite your stomach tightening at his proximity.
"Like you was screaming when I had my tongue all on you?"
You tense as you look into his eyes, the memories immediately flooding your mind. He moves you up the vanity as he stands between your thighs. "You can pretend like there’s nothing between us, fine. What you’re not gonna do is act like I ain’t fucked the daylights out of you. Like I don’t know what you sound like when you’re cumming for me." You push against his chest when he begins to lean in, yet he doesn’t stop.
"You can lie to yourself all you want. Hell, you can even scream for security right now, but what you’re not doing is lying to me. We’re past that. You wanna ignore my texts? Fine. You’re not going to sit here acting like you don’t miss me, even a little bit."
You shake your head in disbelief a soft laugh pushes past your lips. "You think so highly of yourself. You must think you run shit or something? I didn’t think of you for a second while you were gone. At the end of the day, you’re just some dumb kid who doesn’t seem to understand he’s a customer." Your words were intentionally lethal, meant to hurt him, so he’ll let go. Let you go. His throat bobs at your words. You expect silent resignation in his eyes, but all you find is determination.
He pulls from you; your skin immediately feels cold, but that doesn’t matter to you. What matters is he’s leaving for good. He stands at the locker room door with his back to you. You’re counting down the seconds to when the door opens, but it never comes. He locks the door securely, making sure no one can come in or out. He turns to you, leaning against the door. "Okay."
He moves back over to you and snatches the vanity chair so he can sit down between your legs. "You must’ve forgot you already had your time to embarrass me and play me for some kid. We over that. You ain’t leaving until you tell me something real. No bullshit lies, be honest with me."
You can’t stop yourself from sneering at his words. "I don’t owe you anything, little boy." With those words of dismissal, you climb off the vanity, and he immediately tugs you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He holds your hips captive as he peers into your eyes. "Come on, baby." He pleads softly.
You swallow hard and attempt to pull off of him until he begins kissing along your neck. He tugs you closer, his arms now desperately around your waist. Afraid he’ll never see you again. "Nett-" He tenses and abruptly stands up, knocking over the chair to place you back on the vanity. "Don't do that." He is eye level with you. "Don’t you dare try and call me that like we’re strangers." His grasp flexes around you, watching the conflict in your eyes.
"You’re stupid for not letting me go." He relaxes at your words, something real. "And you’re stupid for trying to run." He retorts, tracing his thumb along your skin. "Like you ain’t my woman or something." You cast your gaze to where he is touching. The way he is caressing you is like he is afraid he’ll bruise or tarnish you. Neither of you speaks. He isn’t going to make you, but he has no intention of leaving.
"I left because it felt too real." You admit quietly. "I’m used to the fantasy, the glitz and shininess of it all. I’m not used to the real, and that scares me. So, I ran." You meet his gaze head-on. "I’m sorry."
He leans in to press his lips against yours. You nearly release a faint sound of delight, feeling his lips against yours. You missed him in more ways than one, but that didn’t stop your mind from overthinking. You try to pull away, but he presses closer; his hands and lips are everywhere.
You shake your head and manage to pull from his lips. "We can’t. You need to find someone else, Gun." He nods unconcerned as he trails his hands along your sides. "Yeah? Someone else?" You are too focused on trying not to lean into him or his touch to realize his eyes are between your thighs, staring at your barely there thong. "Yes, someone who…" Your words fall upon deaf ears. His mouth is watering, remembering how you tasted and sounded when he had your essence. While you are rambling on, you fail to see him leaning down. Only when he presses a kiss to one of your thighs do you snap out of your tangent and close your legs.
"Gunner." He looks up at you through his lashes, silently begging. "Don’t give me that look. You need to listen and find yourself a nice, sweet girl."
"But you are nice and sweet." He counters as he nuzzles along your stomach. He is mumbling incoherently, shifting down slowly. He kisses along the edge of the thong. "Gun, baby, we shouldn’t." He undoes the strings along the sides, paying you no mind. He stands up once more, thus pushing your legs apart.
"Get out of your head for me, princess. Just this once, I don’t need your logic; I need you to feel." With those words, he slides his hand beneath the thong, lightly brushing his fingers, already finding you wet. He lets out a groan and presses his forehead to yours. He slowly pulls his fingers back and traces them along your lips. Holding his gaze, you lick your lips with a faint moan.
That sound is the undoing for you both.
He smashes his lips against yours. You tug him closer, causing him to smile into the kiss. He tugs one of your legs over his hip. His lips descend your neck as he undoes his pants. "Baby, we really can’t do this in here-" A sharp moan cuts off any logical thought once he pushes in. He grasps the back of your neck, making sure you’re looking at him. He wants you to know this is him, and his way of declaring. You moan and grasp his shoulder as he pounds away at you. Things jingle off of the vanity, and you cover his mouth as you bite your lip, trying not to make too much noise. He smirks at your hand.
'Aww, you think you’re so clever.' He thinks to himself as he reaches for your bra. Using your free hand, you try to push his hands away, but it is quickly proven to be no use when he snaps off your bra easily. He shoves your hand away, encapsulating a nipple in his warm mouth while he pounds into you. You can’t hold your sounds in and moan freely through the locker room. He pulls away from the now bruised skin to gaze at you, crying in pleasure. He could die right now, and he’d be the happiest man alive. "You’re my girl. My woman, my everything. Say it." He huffs above you as he presses your back to the mirror.
Your lips part, and there’s suddenly a loud knock at the door. "F-Fuck, we have to stop." You pant, attempting to push his hips away. The thrill of someone walking in or just hearing your sounds drives his pace deeper. He tugs at your hair to bite along the side of your neck. "Gunner!" The knocks persist, but you don’t care.
"I’m boutta nut, ma. Do I gotta-"
"Don’t pull out, Gun. Wanna feel all of you." He whines, grasping your hip tightly, lurching forward with a cry. "You’re mine, say it."
"I’m yours, baby. All overs." You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, watching him as you grow closer. His eyes roll back as his hips begin to stutter. Both of your sounds were desperate, as if you needed each other more than anything else. You bunch his shirt tightly and throw your head back with a faint squeal. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, and he slams in one last time, setting you both off the edge. Your lips meet for a messy kiss as you twitch sporadically around him, while he shoots ropes of seed into you.
Breathing heavily, you pull from his lips and watch as he slowly pulls out. Some of his cum spills out. He scoops it up with two fingers and slides it into your mouth. You suck his digits clean obediently; he shutters as he gently pulls them from your mouth.
You have no time to bask in the afterglow of what you’ve shared when the locker room door is yanked open, revealing irate dancers and, at the forefront, Betsey. Her look of concern drops once she takes in the scene before her.
"And who’s this?" She asks furiously, wondering how security did not catch this. While he is busy fixing his pants, he smirks as if he has all the time in the world, not caring for the extra eyes on him. He is too blissed out.
Note: While editing this, I thought of 'My Moon My Man' by Feist, hence the title.
Content Warning: A little angsty. If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: You and Hollis have been friends with benefits on and off for months. You care for him and hold feelings towards him, but you have grown to a point where you can no longer continue the endless cycles of broken promises.
Hollis leans against the hallway wall, smoking his third cigarette of the night, so much for quitting.
As the minutes draw on, he feels himself growing both aggravated and worried. He’s been waiting for over an hour. Where could you possibly be? He is broken out of his thoughts when he hears the familiar hum coming up the stairs. He sees you before you see him. You’re grinning from ear to ear at your phone. His eyes flicker over your form, causing his brows to contort slightly. There’s no way you could’ve just come from work. You’re in the skirt that never fails to drive him up the wall. The outfit reminds him of the nights they’d drive around after getting food. His speeding, and you laughing carelessly, telling him to slow down. Times he unfortunately wasn’t privy to anymore due to the constant performances and being in the studio.
You look up from your phone and pause at the sight of him. You notice his hair is neatly braided, and for a brief second, you feel an emotion you buried away months ago. You remember when you’d care for his hair while he sat on the floor in your living room. He flicks away the cigarette, his interest now lost.
"Good to know your phone is working." You release a breath as you approach your apartment door.
"I’ve been preoccupied." You saw his messages and calls, but the truth of the matter is you didn’t want to put any more emotional stock into him. After the last time you saw him, you made a conscious effort to ease away from him.
They lay in his bed, soft music playing in the background. The ache between your thighs a gentle reminder of what they just shared. He brushes his fingers along your side, keeping his tired eyes on you.
The blankets draped along them felt like some sort of safe cocoon. "How long are you away for?" You ask quietly.
He smiles despite the bitter reminder. "A couple of months. When I’m out in Japan, I’m gonna fly you out there. I know you’ve always wanted to go." He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Promise?" You ask faintly, knowing deep down you are only breaking your heart by asking him to promise.
"Promise." He breathes out, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
That promise would only remind you of what this all really was. You were friends. Friends who just so happened to be intimate on occasions. While he was away on tour, his responses got staggered and would only grace you every once in a blue moon. Despite that, you tried checking on him multiple times. One night, you were mindlessly clicking through stories when you came across his. In all his glory, he was in Japan, but he wasn’t alone. He never is. But this time was different.
You saw him with a girl; they appeared cozy.
Upon seeing the picture, you closed your phone and freed the tight air from your lungs. In that moment, you made a vow to yourself. Don’t let him in again.
Which leads to where you are now. After that point, you muted his messages and ignored all of his calls. You had to continue living your life without him, almost as if he ceased to exist. Since then, you’ve made much more of an effort to put yourself out there and gain worthwhile connections. Tonight you were out with this guy you met in passing. For the first time in a while, it felt like you were making great progress and garnering something beautiful.
"Too busy to let me know you’re alive?" He questions stepping closer as you reach into your purse for your keys.
"Well, I’m alive, as you can see." You motion to yourself. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly not finding it amusing.
"So that’s it? No kind of explanation? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for a hot ass minute. What’s going on?" He asks as he pushes from the wall, standing behind you. You turn to face him, no longer caring to look for the keys.
"Just like you have a life, I have my own stuff going on."
"That’s not fair, and you know it. I’ve been on tour, and it’s been a lot, but even with that, I’ve tried to reach out."
"Let’s be real, Hollis. You only decided to reach out once you realized I wasn’t giving you the time of day." You keep your voice steady as you look up at him.
"That’s not true-" You scoff, cutting him off. "It’s not true? You can have the common decency to not lie to me, but honestly, we’re past that point. You lied about Japan, so I suppose everything is just fair game."
His throat bobs, suddenly feeling both guilty and small under your gaze. He deserved this and much more. He broke his promise to you, and he can’t play the blame game. Opposed to flying you out, he flew out some random he couldn't even care to remember because it was easier with her. Compared to the woman he made the promise to, there were no deeper feelings towards the other woman. The woman he now stands before evokes a range of emotions he does not want to confront.
You turn your attention back to the door and unlock it before you can push it open. He presses against your back. "Please? Please don’t go inside. Let me explain, I’m sorry. Just..just don’t go." His voice cracks as he presses his forehead to the back of your head. He knows he’s being unfair and selfish in the very moment. Begging for conversation when he didn’t have the common courtesy to do the same for you. In this moment, he has no one to blame but himself. He did this to them, to you.
Your grasp tightens on the doorknob. The intense longing you once craved from him gnaws away at your chest as you war with the promise you made with yourself and the lingering feelings you have tried to gut away. With tears in your eyes and a constricted chest, you release a shuttering breath.
"Go home, Hollis."
Those three words are the last things to bless his ears before you slip inside, closing the door in his face. Locking him out, forever.
Note: While editing this, it made me think of 'Art of War' by Avenoir. There is a part two to this that is currently in the works.
Content Warning: I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit faded, but even with that being said, the things that come to mind are weed usage, smut, and a small age gap (Reader is two years older than him). If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: Gunner has been coming to see you for about a year now. During the times you have shared, the relationship has grown far beyond a stripper-customer relationship. This is confirmed on the night of his birthday, when emotions are running high.
You sit at the vanity in the locker room with a hum. Your hair is slightly frizzy, but it is to be expected considering you had been dancing for hours. The locker room is bustling with women freshening up, getting ready, or the lucky souls who are getting ready to leave. Don’t get her wrong—you enjoyed what you did. You loved the power you held over men when you stepped out. It was polarizing. Whether you were on stage or entertaining regulars, you always had many eyes on you. You check your phone for the first time all night and see multiple messages from the contact Gunner.
You knew it was his birthday today, but he didn’t need to know that. Ever since he turned 18, he had been like a moth to your flame. He hit you up on Instagram, and immediately you paid him no mind until he showed up to the club days later, asking for a dance from you. You remember letting him know that wouldn’t be possible, considering you had regulars to tend to, but that didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest. He got a section and showered multiple dancers in his wealth, yet he didn’t care to leave until you graced him with your presence. Stepping into the section, his eyes snapped to you, and immediately, everyone else became irrelevant. It’s been history since.
When he wasn’t busy with tour or in the studio, if he was in your city, he always made sure to find his way to you, whether that be by himself or his crew; he made it a mission to see you. Over the months you’ve spent together, you learned a lot about each other. There had been countless times when he didn’t want you to dance but listen and talk for hours on end. While you would never admit it, you grew a soft spot for him. He had been vulnerable with you on several occasions. In those moments, he wasn’t Nettspend, the rapper selling out shows; he was just Gunner. A young man who had been placed in the limelight at a young age, and was navigating the ins and outs of who he is.
"My precious stargirl!" Your gaze snaps from your phone before you even have the chance to read the messages.
You huff at the sight of the house mom, Betsey. You know what it means when she is here, especially when she is using that sickeningly sweet tone. She has a favor to ask. "Betsey, no. You know, I wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight. " You keep your eyes on her as she approaches with a timid smile.
"I know, I know, but hear me out before you give me a straight no." You beckon her to continue as you take a hot comb to your obnoxious flyaways. "Okay, so your boy may be here and asking for you." You scoff at the ‘your boy’. That explains the plethora of messages. "Tell him I’m not here. He already knows I don’t work Wednesdays." You can see her shifting nervously in your peripheral vision. You know, based on her silence and the way she is fidgeting, she told him you were here.
You slowly place the hot comb down and turn to her. "Doesn’t he already have some of the other girls?" You ask with no hope, knowing that none of the other women can possibly quench his need for his one and only. Before she can possibly answer, you release a breath. "Give me a few, and I’ll be there." The older woman immediately perks up and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. So much for going home early and smoking the blunt you rolled up before you left.
During those minutes to yourself, you take the time to fix your appearance and recite a few affirmations to your reflection. You look at yourself in the mirror and are beyond pleased with the woman reflected. You are in a cheetah print micro bikini with a matching garter belt and your signature Pleasers. You spit your gum out, swapping it for a cherry lollipop.
Stepping out from the locker room into the club, you are greeted by the bass and the bright lights. As you make your way to his section, many eyes trace over your form and shove bills into your garter belt while all you give is a smile in return. Entering the section, you are met by his crew and clouds of smoke. The other dancers dance and give lap dances. You feel his eyes, yet that does not make you rush. You finally make your way over to him, standing between his legs, and slowly slip the lollipop out of your mouth.
"Took you long enough." Diamonds glitter in his mouth when he speaks, matching the ones around his neck.
"You should be lucky I’m even here; you know I don’t usually work today." He hums noncommittally as his eyes flicker to the money poking out of your garter belt. "Right."
"You just call me to stare at me all night?" You ask as you sit on his lap. His arm immediately snakes around your waist.
"Nah, wanted to ask you something. You weren’t answerin’ your messages."
"Because I was busy." He releases a breath as he fiddles with the string of your thong. "I bet."
"Ask your question." You keep your eyes trained on him despite his wandering over your body. "Wanted to know if you coming to my party tonight."
"Can’t. I’m busy." Technically, that wasn’t a lie. Your plans for the night were to smoke, eat, watch a movie, and get some much-needed beauty sleep.
"Yeah? You busy with what?"
"None of your concern." He laughs a bit as his hand travels down to grasp your thigh, tugging you closer. "Come on, ma. It’s my birthday, you ain’t even got me a gift."
Your eyes roll playfully, and you cast your gaze around the section. Everyone is preoccupied with their own little worlds. "Why do you want me there? You know any of my friends would go no questions asked."
"I want you. I don’t care for them. I came here for you, not knowing if you’d be here or not." You look at him once more and find him already staring at you. Beneath the diamonds, you can see him practically vibrating in anticipation.
"I’ll be there." You feel his body relax and his grasp slightly tighten as he smiles, revealing his grillz. "Bet, I already sent you the address. Supposed to be something chill, just come as you."
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Clearly, they hold a different definition of ‘something chill’. Before you can even let yourself into the lavish home, you can hear both loud music and lots of people. You smooth your hands along your black backless mini dress and release a breath, grounding yourself. You brace yourself as you open the door to smoke and bodies. It doesn’t take you long to find him. "You made it." His voice sounds relieved as he takes you in, a joint between his lips.
"Told you I would." He smiles a bit as he exhales away from you, now offering it. Without any question, you inhale while taking in your surroundings. "Make sure you stay close." He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You exhale and hand it back to him. "You got it, smoked two before you came."
You take the blunt between your plush lips once more. He keeps his relaxed eyes on you while his thumb mindlessly rubs along your hip. "Always wanna touch me." You murmur, not expecting him to catch your words. "That a problem?" He asks as his thumb stills. "Didn’t say it was, just an observation." You turn to him as you exhale. The smoke curls around you both, yet neither of you seems to mind.
As the night progresses, you find yourself relaxed despite the setting. You are dancing while he is pressed up behind you. Your body moves erotically as your hips move to the beats. You can feel his staggering breath against your neck while his hands remain on your hips, guiding you against him. You look over your shoulder at him, your faces now inches apart. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze. "Having fun, birthday boy?" He nods, licking his lips as he presses against you further, wanting to eliminate any gaps of space. "Wanna smoke again." He murmurs against your ear, which manages to send shivers down your spine. "Then let’s go smoke." He takes your hand and quickly maneuvers past crowds, leading the way up the many stairs. He pushes open his bedroom door and locks it behind you.
"Are you trying to trap me or something?" You ask with a smile as you walk further into the room.
"Ma, it ain’t like that. Just don’t want anyone coming up in here." You hum in acknowledgment as you move to sit on the edge of the bed. He slips his shoes off and crawls up the bed, leaning against the headboard. He takes his rolling tray off the nightstand and begins grinding up some weed. "I ain’t gonna bite." He speaks with a playful tone. "You should be more worried about me biting." You kick off your heels and crawl up the bed. His blue orbs on you as you get closer. You kneel between his legs, watching him roll. "This better for you, birthday boy?"
"I’m not just some boy anymore. I’m a man."
"Oh yeah? You think you're a man now?" You watch him run his tongue along the paper, sealing the blunt. His eyes stay on you. "I don’t think it, I know it." You can’t help but laugh. "Baby, you don’t gotta rush to grow up." He sparks up and inhales as he places the rolling tray back on the nightstand. A large cloud of smoke curls past his pink lips. He takes another hit before handing it to you. "You act like you ancient or some shit." He mumbles under his breath.
You inhale deeply before pulling it to your lips. "What do you mean?" You slowly exhale and place the blunt back between your lips. He tilts his head to the side a bit. "I see the way you treat your other regulars. You get all flirty and shit with them. With me it’s something different…makes me feel like because of my age you view me as some dumbass kid or somethin’." Smoke curls past your lips as you hand it back to him.
"What you get from me is real. What they get is fantasy. You think I’d ever meet up with any of those men outside the club?" You slowly inch closer, invading his space. "You think I care for those men?" You lean in close to his ear. "You think I actually want those men?" You pull back to look into his eyes and see that his pupils are blown out. You pluck the blunt from between his lips and place it on the rolling tray.
"So, what’s it gonna be, the fantasy or the real?"
The air in the room practically crackles with emotions you are both terrified to confront.
"The real." He gently tugs you onto his lap, and you straddle him, thus causing your dress to bunch up ever so slightly. You keep your hazy gaze on him while he grasps at your hips, tugging you closer.
"Then have me." You purr out as you lean in closer, giving him the consent he has been desiring since the day he laid his eyes on you.
He releases a faint sound as your lips meet his. Your lips move languidly while he moves his hands down to your ass, needing you closer. Your lip’s part, taking it as an invitation, he slips his tongue in your mouth. His tongue tastes of weed, Hennessy, and faint mint. You begin grinding against his lap as his hands trail up your naked back. He bucks his hips up, matching your pace. You release a faint moan as he briefly tugs from you. He eagerly kisses along your jaw, moving down your neck. You tilt your head back with a breathy laugh, which quickly turns into a staggering moan. He nips and sucks along the skin behind your ear.
"Ain’t funny now, is it, princess?" He murmurs against your flesh before abruptly switching the position, so you are forced beneath him.
He tugs his shirt off, revealing his littered tattoos. You watch as he pushes your dress up your hips, exposing your lace pink panties. Once his eyes flicker over the flimsy material, his pupils dilate. He tugs off your dress, causing your breasts to bounce and him to groan.
As if in a trance, he presses them together and inhales deeply before running his tongue along your pebbled nipples. You huff, tugging him closer. He hums with satisfaction and quickly takes one into his mouth while he frees one of his hands to slide down the expanse of your body, leaving chills in his wake. He slides his hand beneath the thin material, releasing a curse when greeted by how wet you are. He pulls from your nipple and is now panting in excitement.
In all your life, you have never seen a man look borderline possessed. He yanks off your panties and shoves off his jeans as he breathes erratically. "Papa, no need to rush." You coo softly as you drag your foot along his clothed, hard length. You smile as he leans into your touch, desperate for anything he can get from you. He relaxes his breathing and grasps your ankle, tugging you closer. With some sense of patience, he presses his lips against your ankle and slowly begins navigating to what he wants the most.
Usually, he doesn’t care to take his time, but this is different. You are different. He wants to prove to you he can be a man. Your man. He drapes your legs over his shoulders as he nuzzles along your inner thighs before turning his attention to your wet core.
"You-" A startled moan cuts off any questions you could’ve possibly had. His tongue laps up your arousal as he grinds into the mattress, trying to hold onto some semblance.
You are overwhelming all his senses, which makes control even harder. From his gaze alone, you can tell he’s holding back. "Baby, it’s your birthday. You don’t have anything to prove. Just be-" His tongue moves without any rhythm; he isn’t driven by getting you off anymore. He is chasing the taste of you. He longs for anything and everything he can get from you.
Despite his lack of restraint, you are moaning in pure bliss and trying to close your legs with knit brows. Your hips buck as your thighs begin to tense up. "A-Alright! Baby, you can stop!" You cry out as you try to sit up. He quickly shuts that down, pressing down against your lower abdomen as he sucks your clit with a grunt.
"Fuck!" You moan to the heavens as your muscles tense, and you release all over his tongue. He hums in approval as he sops up his sweet reward. Hazily, he sits back on his haunches, staring down at the devastatingly beautiful woman. Your breasts rise and fall as you attempt to gain back some sort of control. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, wanting to take in the full view of you.
"Look at you. Shaking all because of me."
Your eyes lock as he languidly palms himself through his boxers as if he has all the time in the world. Your eyes flicker down to his boxers, licking your lips for what is to come. He smirks once he meets your gaze again.
You crawl over to him, not daring to avert your eyes. "Come get it, baby. It’s all for you." He pulls his hand away, beckoning you closer.
Closing the distance, you rub your face along his crotch with a pleased sigh before looking up at him through your lashes. His cheeks flush pink at the erotic sight. "Oh, Gun." You tug his boxers down; his dick lightly smacks against your cheek, smearing precum against your warm skin. "So messy." You kiss his tip lightly, flicking your tongue out. "Don’t tease me right now, princess." He breathes out while his hands ball into fists.
Keeping your entrancing eyes on him, you begin to take him into your mouth.
He feels like this was some sort of trap, yet in that moment he couldn’t care less. He gently places his hand on your head, not guiding or urging you to take more like he usually would; it’s just comfort. You moan in response, and that damn near tests his restraint. Abruptly, you force yourself to take him all in; he lets out a strangled moan, accidentally grabbing your hair, but that’s far from a deterrent. You begin bobbing your head back and forth with faint moans of delight. Each time your nose grazes against his pelvis, he finds himself groaning loudly.
Suddenly, he pulls you away by your hair while his hands tremble slightly. A string of spit connects from your lips to his dick. "Come on, baby. Let me finish. Don’t you want me to make you feel good?" You lick your lips, trying to close the distance he has created. "Nah, nah, nah. That’s enough." He rushes out, trying to gain back some restraint. His hand slides off your head to cup your cheek. You tilt your head to the side, capturing his thumb between your lips. He can’t look at you, not like this.
An act so debauched shouldn’t be this attractive; it shouldn’t leave him feeling so exposed and slightly embarrassed.
He stares down at you, swallowing hard. "Turn around." He mumbles softly. You oblige, popping his thumb out of your mouth. Your back arches for him, presenting yourself like you are a work of art. He pumps himself twice before pressing against your core.
You release a faint hiss which quickly turns into a moan once he jerks his hips, pushing in fully. He is grasping your hips tightly, mentally counting to ten, not wanting the sense tampering feeling to end. Your walls are snapped taunt around him, slightly fluttering ever so slightly. "Stop that shit." He slaps your ass hard, causing you to cry out.
"Not even doing anything." You huff out, turning your head to the side to try to look at him. He begins snapping his hips at an unforgiving pace, causing you to moan and grasp the sheets. He watches with great focus each time your ass crashes against him. You can feel that he isn’t even in the moment; he’s in his head trying to prove a point. "Gunner."
He immediately stops and looks at you with great care in his eyes. "Yeah? You okay, princess?" You tug off him and make your way further up the bed, crawling away from him.
"Come lie down." You order softly, he obeys reluctantly, lying against the pillows. You straddle him in reverse, ensuring he has the perfect view of your ass. "I know you’ve dreamed up filling me up before, Gun." You grind back and forth on his dick, coating him with your sweet arousal. He gropes your hips as he swallows hard, nodding. "I dreamt of taking you in those private rooms and fucking you in all kinds of positions."
"Let’s start with one first, baby." With those hitched words, you align his dick to your sopping wet core and slide down slowly, you both release a faint moan. You look over your shoulder briefly, watching as his eyes flutter, trying to stay open. You throw your hips back slowly with a moan; you aren’t in a hurry. You would never say it, but you wanted this to last. Hearing his quiet moans and feeling his hands trace along your spine as if he was trying to memorize every feature about you was both terrifying and enticing.
He sits up pressing his chest against your back, causing him to go deeper and you to moan louder. He gently pushes your hair over your shoulder to kiss the back of your neck, yet that doesn’t seem satisfactory to him. He licks lightly before sinking his teeth in, biting and sucking eagerly. You release a broken moan and snap your eyes open. "Gun!" He hums against the flesh, reaching around to grasp your breast, rubbing his thumb over your perked nipple.
The pain quickly subsides as you lean into him with a moan. Your hips roll, craving him like never before. He flattens his tongue against the flesh before pulling away to examine the mark. Now satisfied, he moves his hips, matching the pace, causing you to moan louder. "Yeah? I make you feel good?" He asks as he kneads your breasts. You nod eagerly as you bounce on his dick. "Words, mama. Use your words for me."
"You make me feel so good." You moan mindlessly now, reaching a point where he could ask you for anything and you’d oblige. Something completely out of the ordinary. "Fuck, yeah. That’s my girl. You’re all mine, baby." The hold he has on you is borderline possessive while you continue to ride him into oblivion. "Mhmm, yes, papa. All yours." He moans against the back of your head, guiding your hips, feeling himself reaching that brink of no return.
He trails one of his hands to your clit to rub frantically, wanting you to finish before he does. You whine and reach down to stop him. "Not so fast, baby. Like this." You gently guide his hand with slow, controlled motions. You moan and buck against his fingers. He strums his fingers against you carefully. "That’s right. No need to rush." You look over at him. He meets your gaze and kisses you while they move closer to their shared orgasm. The pace slows to something passion-filled and teeters along a line you don’t want to acknowledge. You moan into his mouth, leaning fully into him. He tugs from your lips with a huff. "Cum for me, pretty girl. Please." He rocks up into you one last time, causing you to moan and tug him closer, spasming around his dick before finally cumming with a cry of pure pleasure.
He curses and eases you up, finishing all over your ass with a small whine. You attempt to lift your hips, but he quickly wraps his arms around your waist, not letting you go just yet. You release a breathy laugh and relax into him. Just this once.
After some time, he lays you down. You're expecting him to fall asleep until you feel something warm and damp against your flesh. You glance and see him cleaning you up with a damp rag. You didn’t even see him go to the bathroom. He places it on the nightstand and now lights up the blunt. He offers it to you first, and you gently take it, smoking slowly. He lies beside you, moving closer. You exhale, handing it back to him. You nuzzle against his chest, closing your eyes.
For the first time in a long time, you slept with true peace, jaw unclenched. He smokes, keeping a watchful eye. Tomorrow morning, he plans on asking you out on an actual date. Something quiet and intimate. The thought causes a smile to tug at his lips.
Little does he know that thought will remain a fantasy.
Content Warning: Established relationship, smut with dub-con. If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: Gunner doesn't want to pull out and is more than willing to do anything to get what he wants.
Gunner is a lovely boyfriend. He always makes sure you’re fed, taken care of, at only the best places, and dressed to the nines. He loves to spoil his princess and couldn’t care less about what others have to say about it.
Now, while all of this is great and dandy, there’s just one small problem. He hates pulling out. Of course, he does it because you ask sweetly. How could he possibly deny you? Yet at the same time, he has recently found it incredibly hard to honor the wish, especially after one drunken night when you let it happen.
Once he was graced with the sight of seeing his load spilling out of you, he’s been desperate for it. Since then, you’ve been extra cautious and have made him use condoms.
Upon casually telling him he should use condoms, he immediately got defensive. Saying things along the lines of: "What? So, you don’t trust me? Or this pussy ain’t mine? Which is it?"
You were getting ready to drop the whole thing until he saw how important it was to you, so, like always, he gave in. Which leads to tonight, the third time using condoms.
You look up at him breathlessly, while he fumbles with the condom wrapper, watching him slowly grow aggravated. After a curse under his breath, he tosses the plastic across the room and moves to press his dick against you. "Come on, baby. Let me hit it raw just this once." You release an annoyed breath. "No Gun, I’m ovulating, it’s too risky."
Now, immediately, that would be a deterrent for many men. Especially considering their age, they’re way too young to have kids, yet the thought entices him. The thought of knocking you up means they’d have a beautiful baby together, but more than anything else, you couldn’t possibly leave him. You could, but he would make any and all means incredibly difficult.
With a huff, you reach for another condom off the nightstand. "If we stuck with the other ones we got, this wouldn’t even be a problem."
"The other ones were too thick, ma. Couldn’t even feel how wet you were. Plus, everyone says these are better."
You gently hand him the condom and pick up the box to further examine the “ultra-thin” promises. "Baby, they say you won’t even know it’s on." You speak as you read over the box.
While you’re distracted, he opens the wrapper carefully and slyly tosses it off the bed. Without giving any warning, he slams inside, causing you to cry out loudly and tighten your grasp on the box.
"Sorry, baby. Got a little excited." He whines as he pulls the box from your hands, throwing it on the nightstand while he thrusts in and out of you. You moan and gently push along his chest while you adjust to him. "Y-You put it on?" You ask with a whimper, attempting to look down. He quickly nuzzles along your neck, forcing your head back. "Fuck…yeah, can barely even feel it." Before you can possibly ask any more questions, he snaps his hips against yours with groans of pleasure.
Your moans grow louder, and you grasp the sheets tightly. The way he was handling you tonight felt completely different. He was leaving plenty of marks against your flushed skin, not caring for the aftermath. "Gun, baby?" You huff out to get his attention. He pulls from your neck with a breath. "Can I ride?" You ask, batting your lashes, needing some control to slow the pace.
This request is nothing out of the ordinary and would usually be something he’d happily oblige to, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not when he is so close to filling you. "Let me take care of you, princess. Aren’t I making you feel good?" He asks, trailing a hand between them to rub along your clit, matching his maddening pace. Your thighs clench, and you press along his stomach, trying to get him to slow down. "Y-Yeah but-"
"Then let me keep going, okay? You don’t gotta worry about anything." You have no time to question him once he nudges against your sweet spot, causing your moans to turn into sounds that border on gasps and strangled cries of pleasure. "That’s right, princess. Cum for me. I know you’re so close." He watches you fall apart beneath him with great focus. Your lips part while your head tilts back as you release all over his length. While you’re still enwrapped in her haze, he kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Needing you just a little more distracted. He grinds his hips against yours one last time, filling you to the brim with a moan. You knit your brows and tug from his lips.
"Did the condom break?" You ask, trying to look down, but he quickly grasps your chin. "Nah, baby. We're good. Just feels a little raw, is all." You nod with a breath of relief, gazing up at him lovingly. "Thank you, my love." You speak softly, knowing how hard adapting to condoms has been for him. He smiles a bit, rubbing along your cheek.
"Anything for you, princess. Anything for my girl."
Part of me is very tempted to write a one-shot about Kathryn because she’s so beautiful and older women never fail to make me melt but at the same time I don’t think I’d post it even if I wrote it.
Nicest way possible why do you refer to the reader in third person it kinda throws me off
Thank you so much for this, because this is something I have heavily considered when I write. I have two reasons. First reason, I find it very easy to write in third person because that has always been the way I write for the most part. The second reason, the simple explanation, I’m a pervert. I like to imagine my stories as something I’m witnessing from the corner, like some kind of cuck. Going forward, I'll start writing in the first person. That will be after I post my mini Nettspend series and my 2Hollis one-shot, since they're already written and I just need to clean them up. I truly appreciate this ask because it puts things into perspective, and since I’m for the people, I will most likely go back and rewrite what I have in first person so it really immerses y'all. ♡
2Hollis x Fem! Reader x Rommulas; 2Hollis x Rommulas
Content warning: Established relationship, smut, oral (male receiving), and unprotected sex. If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.
Synopsis: You have been dating Hollis and Roman for nearly a year; before then, you all were close friends. Hollis has been recently bumping heads with Roman, feeling like you hardly spend any time with him. Your solution to the arguments? They kiss.
The constant bickering felt incredibly childish. She doesn’t know what has shifted between them, but she was growing beyond fed up watching and listening to the two men go back and forth. Being a makeshift mediator felt exhausting.
Tonight, it was no different; she didn’t even know where the argument stemmed from, but here they were in their living room. She sat on the couch, squeezing the bridge of her nose while they went back and forth. "Enough!" She raises her voice, thus causing all words to come to a halt. She clenches her jaw before releasing a breath.
"For days you have been both acting like fucking children with these immature ass arguments, and I’m over it." Her eyes flicker between the men while they stare down at her, both still tense. "What’s going on?" She asks softly, trying to understand.
Immediately, they both start talking at the same time. "One at a time." Her voice is stern, which forces them both to stop talking.
Hollis chews the inside of his cheek as irritation flashes across his features. "You hardly spend any time with me anymore. It’s always you and him 24/7 as if I don’t fucking exist."
"Bullshit." Roman scoffs.
Technically, it wasn’t entirely bullshit. Over the past week of him working on finishing up his album, he hasn’t been around much, which has led them to not spend as much time as they usually would together. During the few moments he was around him, Roman would argue over the stupidest things.
"Fuck did you say to me?" He snaps out, getting in his face, causing the dark-haired man to laugh in disbelief, further antagonizing him.
"I said bullshit. You’re just mad because you haven’t had the chance to fuck her recently."
Upon the utterance of those words, the silence that quickly followed felt suffocating. Hollis’ jaw is clenching so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if his teeth cracked. With much control, he turns to her, his gaze softening very slightly when they land on her. "You’ve been intimate without me?"
While it wasn’t a practice she liked to engage in, recently she found it hard to deny Roman. Especially when it seemed as if he was making it some kind of sick mission to get her to give in to his endless teasing. Unfortunately, just like even the greatest dams, she broke under the pressure one night. He had mentioned missing his abuelita’s cooking in passing a couple of weeks back, and after doing much research and many failed attempts, she finally made him an authentic Mexican dinner. Feeling an overwhelming sense of adoration and appreciation for the woman he made love to her on that very same table. Now, in theory, that sounds lovely and could be understandable, but what didn’t help was that after that night, Roman didn’t seem to care about the unspoken rule they had implemented in their relationship. He took any and every opportunity to get her under him.
"Go on, princess. Tell him how I had you creaming all over my face." She throws a glare at him as he smirks.
"Yes we have been, but it wasn’t to make you feel uninvolved-"
"Nah, nah, nah. I don’t wanna hear any more of that shit right now because clearly y’all must think I’m some kind of joke or something." He now turns back to him with rage in his eyes. "I know you did that shit on purpose, too."
He shrugs nonchalantly, setting the man off. He grasps him by his shirt, tugging him closer angrily. The men are nose to nose, one looks furious while the other is practically gloating.
Usually, she would intervene at this point, but the sight stopped her. Hollis’ muscles were taut while Roman looked as if he had not a single care in the world, practically basking in his anger.
"Kiss."
Both men knit their brows and turn to her, silently questioning her.
"Did I stutter? Kiss." Her voice may be soft, but make no mistake, she was serious.
Their eyes meet once more, silently communicating. Roman leans in slowly, but Hollis wasn’t having it. He crashes his lips harshly against his. He quickly matches his aggression with a grunt.
The way their lips move against each other’s is far from a kiss and borders along the lines of consumption. The blonde-haired man yanks at the other man’s hair, forcing his tongue into his mouth.
She watches with grave attention as she climbs off the couch, crawling towards them. Using deft coordination, she begins to undo both of their pants at the same time. They pull away from each other, looking down at her breathlessly.
"I don’t recall saying stop." She looks up at them through her lashes. They tug each other back into the searing kiss, while she pulls them out of their boxers.
Her mouth waters at the sight of precum spilling from their tips. She wraps her hands around them, both giving a gentle jerk, causing them both to groan.
She takes Hollis into her mouth while she slowly strokes Roman. He twitches in her mouth with a moan, reaching down to gently rub along her head as his lips grow hungrier against the man’s. Despite how long they’ve been together, she always found herself struggling to take all of them. Tears well in her eyes each time his tip brushes along the back of her throat.
The men break from the kiss to watch the erotic sight of her on her knees. "Such a good girl for us." He huffs out, threading his fingers through her hair. The praise causes her to bob her head back and forth, eagerly gazing up at him apologetically despite the tears.
Roman drops to his knees behind her. She attempts to turn her head, but the man above her tightens his hold. "Eyes on me." Through her tears, she can see he isn’t in his usual gentle, loving mood. Despite the lust in his eyes, she can see the slight frustration bubbling below the surface. He now controls the pace, knowing how much she can take.
"Better listen to him, princess. I’d hate for him to have to fuck your pretty mouth for not listening." The man whispers in her ear as he shoves his hand down her panties, finding her wet, he clicks his tongue. "Look at you all drenched. You got all wet from watching us kiss, baby?" She couldn’t even deny it if she wanted to because it was the truth. They hardly ever kiss, mostly focusing their affections on her. "Such a nasty little girl, what happened to our good girl, hm?" His tone is condescending as he strums lazily at her core. Her brows knit as she bucks against his hand, wanting more. He huffs out a laugh. "You want more? She wants more, Holl. She earned it yet?"
He scoffs as he looks down at her. "She ain’t earned it yet. So, fucking greedy, haven’t even got me off yet, but you’re so eager to cum." His jaw flexes as he stares down at her. "You wanna cum, pretty girl?" He asks softly despite the glint in his eyes, and she mindlessly shakes her head yes. He abruptly pulls out of her mouth and yanks her up by her hair, causing her to cry out. "You’re okay, angel." He coos while the other man follows with a devious grin.
They make their way to their bedroom. Once the door is closed, they both work together to get her out of her clothes. She is tossed on the bed, causing her to bounce slightly. After making a show of stripping off their clothes, they now stand at the edge of the bed staring at her, starved. She swallows hard as she closes her legs, feeling incredibly exposed under their watchful gaze.
"Open them up for us, princess. You said you wanted to cum, right? How are you gonna cum if your legs are closed, hm?" Roman’s tone brooks no room for argument. She reluctantly parts her legs, exposing her sopping wet core. They both crawl onto the bed, almost like they’re sizing her up.
They’re on each side of her. "Come suck this dick." She immediately moves to obey, wanting to finish what she started and make it up to Hollis, until he raises his arm, stopping her. "Nah, you said you wanna cum, right? So that’s all you’re gonna do." Roman knits his brows now, looking over at him once his words dawn upon him. "What?"
"You were saying how she was cumming all over your tongue, so come put your mouth to use."
The air in the room felt like it shifted to something heavier.
She turns her attention to the dark-haired man who is now staring at his best friend intensely.
"What? You scared?" That seems to get through to both him and his pride. He goes over to the man, pushing him to lie back against the pillows aggressively. "Ain’t nobody scared of shit." With those final words, he wraps his mouth around the man, causing the other man to moan and jerk his hips up slightly. Quickly, he forces his hips against the bed and begins bobbing his head up and down, both of them making the most pornographic sounds to ever grace her ears.
"That’s right, take all that dick." He huffs out a curse with knit brows. His fingers gently gather his thick waves in a makeshift ponytail as he urges him to take him deeper. The man relaxes his throat, allowing him to push further into his wet mouth.
She slides her hand between her legs, rubbing over her clit with a faint moan before sliding two fingers in her cunt. She matches her pace to his. Her brows knit as she grinds against her fingers. He flickers his gaze over to her and uses his free hand to pull her closer. "Look at him taking all of me, didn’t think he could since you can’t." He rubs his nose along her temple. "Such a dirty girl, getting off to this." Hearing his soft contempt makes her speed up with a moan. "I’m both of yours." He hums, enjoying her degrading herself. "Yeah? You hear that, Rom? She’s our pretty slut." The man moans around his cock, reaching up to grope his muscular peck, causing him to cry out and buck his hips with a cry.
Tears sprinkle down Roman’s cheeks as he forces the rest of his dick down his throat, now breathing erratically through his nose, but that doesn’t seem to be a deterrent. Hollis tenses his grasp on his hair and immediately sits up with a heavenly moan that borders on a scream. Thick, long ropes of cum shoot down his throat, his dick pulsating as he rides out the high slowly. His moans and cries subside as he collapses back against the sheets.
The man pulls off his softening length, coughing a bit as tears run down his cheeks. She pulls her fingers out and reaches out to brush his tears away, when he grasps her wrist, stopping her. He sucks her finger clean with a groan as he holds her gaze. "Don’t just stare, fuck her." The blonde practically purrs, watching them with expectancy.
The man pushes her to lie against the sheets, looking down at her wildly. She swallows hard beneath him, anticipation practically consuming her. He presses his tip to her weeping entrance before jerking his hips, burying himself to her hilt. She whines out and grasps the sheets with a cry. He grinds his hips with a deep breath, trying not to cum too fast, but is quickly finding that to be a losing battle. Hollis lazily moves over, gently draping her head on his lap. "Be good for him, he earned it." He begins to move with a moan. "Fuck, you feel so good." He nuzzles against her neck, nailing away at her sweet spot while she moans out loudly, gently raking her nails down his back. "Take that dick for Rom, baby. Let him have all of you." She flickers her gaze up to him as he softly smiles down at her. "You’re taking him so well, angel." He murmurs brushing his thumb along her cheeks.
Her walls quiver around his dick as his thrusts grow sloppier. He lifts his head from her neck and quickly tugs him into a kiss. Their lips move languidly as his hips snap brutally, lightly bruising her hips in the process. She moans louder and manages to grow wetter from the sight above her. She draws her nails down his chest, causing him to pull away from his lips with a breathless laugh. "You’re such a pervert, mami. Getting all hot and bothered watching us kiss. Such a bad, bad girl." She chokes out a sob as his pace increases. She squeezes her eyes shut, nearing her inevitable release.
Hollis lightly slaps his hand along her cheek, urging her to open her eyes. "Open those pretty eyes for us." His voice is soft as he brushes his digits along her face. Her eyes flutter open, a moan quickly tearing through her lungs as he lurches forward. "Come on, baby. Cum for us." He presses down harshly against her clit, snapping his hips desperately.
The woman throws her head back, moaning to the heavens as she cums around his dick, her body tenses sharply before she just as quickly relaxes, coating his length with a whine. Her thighs quiver and shake sporadically while he continues to thrust in and out, wanting her to fully ride it out. He nips her jaw gently before pulling out and pumping erratically, shooting ropes of his seed all over her stomach with a hiss. He is spent. Hollis swipes his fingers through the mess. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean.
Hazily, she flickers her gaze between them. "Does this mean y’all will kiss more?"
being wild, free, and famous in my late teens and all throughout my 20s and then suddenly going radio silent online and spending the rest of my life in my Tuscan house in Texas with my future husband and EXACTLY 3 kids.
Synopsis: Years earlier, Roman had a terrible encounter with a demoness who forcibly took his body as her vessel. The only problem with their “arrangement” is that he is in a committed relationship thus leaving her needs unmet and her growing a fascination with the beautiful creature that captivates his heart.
Content warning: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and a small bit of blood play (if you squint). Please let me know if there is anything I might have missed.
It is nearing 3am, the time at which she loves to make her grand entrance. Eisheth, the seductress of a demon who uses his body as her vessel. How Roman became entangled with the spirit occurred one reckless night two years ago.
He was exploring some dark woods far away from salvation when he stumbled across a cave that felt like it was calling to him. Foolishly, he ventured inside and came across what looked like a failed séance. He kicked the offerings, snorting a bit at the stupidity of others. He was getting ready to turn to leave when he heard a faint, alluring voice of a woman. His head immediately snapped to the sound. He called to the sound and slowly approached, feeling slightly emboldened by the jade rosary around his neck. "I-I’m hurt and weak. Please help me." With much reluctance, he approached the voice, going deeper into the cave. Trying to maintain where he heard the voice from led him not to pay attention, thus tripping and bumping his head against a rock. While he was unconscious, the entity raked her starved eyes across his flesh, zeroing in on the wound on his forehead. The perfect victim shell. No one has ever ventured this far into her web, too driven by fear. She began chanting the melodic incantation. His eyes begin to flutter open, but it is too late. A scream rips through his lungs, and he tries to tear at his flesh, feeling something gravely wrong, but he couldn’t explain what he was feeling.
Driven by both adrenaline and pure terror, he runs out of the cave and through the woods, his rosary left behind. He would not learn of her presence until days later, when the moon shone at its brightest. After that encounter and losing his precious crucifix, he felt uneasy and heavy. He attempted to turn to the church but only felt shame at the thought. He stared up at the moon, and a quiet prayer pushed past his lips when his flesh grew increasingly hot. A whine escaped him, and he fell back against his unmade bed, shoving his hand down his pants with no control. The way he handled himself was not him; he felt like he was being constricted and punished each time he stroked himself. "That’s right, give in to the sin." A voice whispered. Immediately, he snapped up from the bed despite how tense his muscles were. "Let me in, Roman." The voice lulled him, but his body did not relax. He felt like he was being strangled. He was drenched in sweat at this point, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Had he lost his mind? "Let me in." The feminine voice cooed.
"Come to me." He cried out the choked sob, desperate to understand. His body immediately relaxes against the bed, and he is filled with euphoria. His hand moved mechanically yet with great skill on his length. He moaned and squirmed against the sheets. This wasn’t him; this was something completely different. The voice affirmed him and put his worries to rest, forcing him to focus solely on the pleasure. After draining his body to her desire, she finally began to explain what had happened to him. "You are my vessel, Roman. When you entered my cave, your life was no longer your own. I do not want to have to harm you, so I need you to understand how we must proceed…"
The spirit explained that she inhabited his body and would need to borrow it once every full moon to fulfill her will to live. He disagreed and spoke of an exorcism, to which she laughed at the puny thought. She condemned that thought by promptly using his own hands to strangle him. He quickly realized fighting was futile. The fiend could and would take over permanently if he did not obey.
Since then, he made sure to feed her sexual appetite and allowed her to take over, only during the brightest of moons. After each encounter, he felt both exhausted and repulsed by the things she had done with his body.
The problem with the arrangement is that he is now in a committed relationship. He cannot justify sleeping around with multiple people twelve days out of the year. Usually, she is quiet and only makes her presence known to him two days leading up to the day, but since he has been seeing you, things have been gravely different.
Eisheth has been listening every time you come around, growing fascinated and terribly famished for the woman. Only when you depart does she talk to Roman about you, which he quickly shuts down each time. This, however, does not help considering she has the capabilities to pick around his mind when he is fast asleep.
Smoke curls past his pink lips. His eyeliner is smudged while he is surrounded by lukewarm bath water. This is the sixth cigarette he has smoked all night. He is exhausted waiting for her. Tiredly, he closes his eyes, relaxing into the bath.
Perfect.
Opposed to asking, Eisheth takes over once he is fully subdued. Watching with great focus, his nails grow longer and sharper, claw-like. It has been too long since she has had the chance to come out and play, and she knows just the thing to quench her appetite. You. He crushes the cigarette against the ashtray and slinks his limbs out of the bath. His body moves with grace through his room as he hums an unfamiliar tune.
You wake up groggily to the loud ding of your phone ringing through your bedroom. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you unlock your phone and see a message from your boyfriend, Roman. "Come over, please. I miss my sweet girl." Without asking any further questions, you hearts the message and immediately get out of bed. You slip out of bed and tug on a hoodie and slides, not caring to change out of your pajamas, considering you were going to go over to his place to sleep. The drive to his place is a blur, now climbing up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. You were tired, but none of that meant anything if he wanted you close.
Before your knuckles can possibly graze the door, it cracks open. You step inside, letting yourself in. "Rom?" You call for him as you lock the door. You can hear sounds coming from the bathroom naturally, and you begin to approach. "Baby?" You enter the bathroom and are greeted by a bare-faced Roman. He looks angelic, his hair is braided, and he is in a red flowy shirt of sorts. Something you haven’t seen him in before, but you didn’t mind, he looked dainty.
"Hi, my love." He breathes out, drawing your face into his hands, flickering his eyes over your features before pressing his lips to yours. Melting into him, you gently drape your arm around his neck, drawing him closer. He pulls away with a sharp breath. "Can you go to the bedroom?" Nodding with a small smile, you go to the bedroom and slip off your shoes along with your hoodie. You pause at the sight of the made bed. Usually, his sheets are rumpled and undone, something you have grown quite accustomed to, yet you do not question it.
In the bathroom, he is grasping the edge of the sink tightly. She knows he is trying so hard to take back control, and she isn’t having any of it. "Roman, Roman, Roman." She chides internally. "Be a good boy and let me have my fun, or I swear I’ll make sure you both regret it." The grasp on the counter loosens, and a breath is released. He submits himself to her, fully fearful of what she would do to the woman he adores.
You sit in bed comfortably scrolling through your phone when something moves swiftly in your peripheral vision. Slowly putting your phone down, your heart skips a beat at the sight of him at the edge of the bed, crouched down so all you see is the top of his head and his eyes. You swallow nervously with a small giggle. "Baby? Are you okay? You scared me." He nods as he stands to his full height. Slowly crawling on the bed, stalking towards you. "I long for you. I want to see all of you." He murmurs, dusting his lips along your calf as he inches up your body, settling his head along your stomach, gazing up at you through his lashes.
With a smile, you brush your fingers along the loose strands, to which he gently stops you to kiss along your fingertips slowly. "I need you." He confesses, sitting up, tugging off his top before slowly sliding his hand down his boxers, slipping his erect length out. Tonight, he looked like something out of a dream, but something felt off. He notices the gears attempting to shift in your mind and quickly leans down to kiss along your neck while he begins to undress you.
Everything within you loosens, giving in to him senselessly. He takes his time peeling the fabrics from your skin, brushing his nails along the exposed flesh with grave detail. "You got your nails done without me?" You ask gently, taking his hand into yours to examine them. This time around, they look incredibly real, as if they grew from his nail bed. "I’m sorry, amor. I’ll make it up to you." He kisses you, pushing you into the sheets while he loosely wraps one of your legs around his waist.
While their tongues tangle and move erotically, he slides inside of you, swallowing your moans. He savors the feeling of you surrounding him. He groans and pulls from your lips. Your hand trails down his chest, and he quickly pins it down, staring down at you. His breath stills as he gazes down at the breathtaking woman; his movements come to a halt.
"Roman?" You fluster at his intense stare, attempting to free your wrist, but he gently squeezes, a warning. Trailing his free hand between your breasts, he watches you press further into his hand. "I know you crave me more than you’re willing to let on." He slinks down slightly to gaze deep into your eyes, causing you to look away nervously. He hums unsatisfied, tracing his nose against your cheek as if he is taking in your scent. "Tell me, what you long for, my love. If not, I’m going to spend all night taking you apart, angel. Even when you cry to the heavens for mercy."
"I want all of you." He smiles a bit at the confession. "All of me?"
"Yes, please. All of you."
Who is she to deny such a work of art? You want it all, so you will take all of it and more.
His hips rock with much more purpose and vigor, almost as if he is driven by something unknown. You’re too enthralled in the pleasure to realize he is tracing words against your flesh as if to etch them into your being. Your moans are breathy and high-pitched as your eyes roll back while his length drags along your walls with great precision, being sure to buck against the sweet spot that makes you whine and cry out for him.
He keeps his eyes on you as you reach for his shoulder, needing comfort. He leans down, huffing in your ear, grinding his hips down into you. "You’re going to take all of me inside of you, princess. It’s all for you." His thrusts now turn brutal as if he is trying to dig beneath your flesh, so they are one. He releases your wrist and snakes his hands around your back to rake his nails down your spine. You cry out and push against his chest, he leans into your touch, undeterred, continuing to leave marks along your back and thighs. He bites the tip of your ear, drawing blood with a groan. "Roman! It’s too much!" Tears spill down your cheeks as you attempt to squirm from the overwhelming pain and bliss. He releases the sensitive skin and presses his bloodied lips to yours. The copper-like taste floods his senses, urging him to hold you tighter, knowing you are nearing your end. You hold him close, almost like he is a lifeline, despite the ache he has caused.
In the throes of lust, part of her debates taking her body as her new vessel but decides against it. For now, at least. In all her centuries of existence, no one has ever evoked such fascination and hunger from her the way you do.
Pulling from his lips, you gaze up at him while he pants over you. He intertwines your fingers together, pressing them beside your head, working towards unraveling the knot that settles along your lower abdomen. He thrusts into you with much intention, his eyes scanning over your features as their moans mingle and leak from the bedroom. They stare into each other’s blown-out pupils as they near the overwhelming sense of euphoria. He melts into you completely, feeling as if the world around them filters out. With a sob and tightened grasp on his hand, you release a stuttered moan and cry out beneath him. Waves of ecstasy wash over them both, reaching their peaks in tandem. He collapses against you, pushing you further into the mattress as they breath frantically. After minutes of heavy breathing filling the room, he slowly pulls out of you, keeping you close. You keep your sleepy eyes on him while he rubs along your side.
Only when he closes his eyes do you do the same. Hours later, his eyes open, he expects to feel disgust and immense shame, but this, however, doesn’t come. He is only met by a sense of relief at the sight of you lying across his chest. The sun creeps into the bedroom, dusting along their skin. Your eyes flicker open, and he braces himself for questions, but the only thing that comes is a small smile of relief as if you could sense he was himself again.
