Pairing: Holland March x Reader (18+)
Warnings/tags: Collars, leashing, some impact play, oral sex (f receiving), subby Holland, dry humping, cumming in pants, begging, smut.
Notes: This is my first Holland March fic and the first smut fic I've posted on here so lmk if you have any comments or suggestions :3 If you want me to start a taglist for this just let me know and I can make one and add you!
It was a long, long day at your work today. Your alarm didn’t wake you up, so you ran late to work, which your manager gave you an earful. Then, in your panic to get to get to work, you left your lunch at home leaving you without a lunch for the day. You were hangry, annoyed, and tired of being pushed around by people above you.
Fortunately, it seemed that you knew just the man who could help you with this issue, who just so happened to have annoyed you the moment you got home, and whose daughter was also gone for the entire night at a sleepover.
That is what led to you now, sitting at the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, holding a leash. The other end of the leash was connected to the collar around Holland’s neck. He sat back on his knees, a slight nervous look on his face but his excitement for your next actions evident. His signature cocky smirk sat upon his face, though just more toned down than usual.
“Doll please, I’m dying here-“ he whines, bunching his fingers in his dress pants that felt like they were getting tighter by the second.
You raise an eyebrow. “You wanna do something so bad? You gotta earn it.” You tug on his leash as an incentive and he eagerly crawls over to you, reaching out to touch your thighs.
You quickly give him a quick smack on the cheek. Not hard, just enough to get him to stop his motions. His body tenses, then slowly relaxes a bit as he revels in the sensation, blood rushing to his cock.
“I didn’t say you could touch me yet. I said you had to earn it. So go on, earn it.” You taunt, your foot lingering dangerously close to his crotch. It takes all the strength within him not to immediately ask you to step on him.
You give a slight tug on the leash at his lack of response, and he immediately snaps back into reality with a whine.
“I-I just, fuck- please let me touch you. I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good, I’ll do whatever you say-“ he rambles, his eyes staring up at you with the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage, and god damn had he perfected it.
“Yeah? You’ll be good?” You say with an eyebrow raised, holding the leash taut.
“Yes! Yes-I’ll be so good for you, just you sweetheart, make you feel s’ good-“ he mumbles, staring at you under lidded eyes, pupils blown with arousal.
Luckily, for the both of you, your patience had run thin today and you needed a stress release badly.
“Alright, prove it to me Holland. Prove to me you’ll be a good boy.” A small shiver goes through your body in anticipation,
His eyes light up and he slowly moves his large, warm hands to your thighs, slowly uncrossing your legs. You both were still in your work clothes by this point, neither of you having the time to try and change before you got to business. His fingers slowly move up to the wasteland of your slacks. He looks up at you, waiting for your permission to undress you.
You nod and he eagerly goes to take your pants off. You have to hold back the giggle bubbling in your throat from his eagerness, as he falls over with a quick “shit-“ after stumbling over himself to get your slacks off.
Eventually, he sits there, his rough and calloused hands settling on your warm thighs. His fingers once more trail up to your underwear and, with your nod, he pulls them off as well.
Your legs spread and you shuffle a bit closer towards the end of the bed to allow him better access to yourself.
His eyes are glued to you, he lets out a quick “…fuck-“ at the sight, before moving his head down and trailing warm kisses up your inner thighs. His mustache creates the perfect balance between that and his wet and sloppy kisses.
He finally reaches the object of his attraction at your middle and stares at it for a good second, before diving in eagerly without warning.
His eyes flutter shut as he licks a long stripe through your glistening folds, a long and deep groan emanating from his throat at the taste.
“Mmmph….taste s’ good…..” he mumbles against your pussy, hands holding you at your knees. You throw your head back at the contact, biting your bottom lip.
He continues to groan against you, tongue working wonders as he eats at you like it’s his last meal. His nose nudges against your clit with each move he makes, sending wonderful sensations through your body at every moment.
You pull harder on his leash to bring him closer to you, the tightness around his throat generating a deep whine from mouth at the force. He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe anymore, all he cares about is the taste of you.
“Wish I could smell you….fuck-“ he mutters into you, words barely audible above the sound of his tongue working against you.
You let out some soft groans, relishing in the waves of pleasure flooding through your body. Your thighs close tighter around his head and you can feel the whine he lets out into your pussy at the feeling.
One of his hands moves from your knee and you immediately miss the feeling. Your eyes flutter open at the lost sensation and you watch as he trails said hand down to his crotch, palming himself through his slacks.
The contact of finally relieving some of the tension in his dick feels wonderful and he immediately lets out groans of pleasure into you.
You let him palm himself a few more times, enjoying the vibrations of his moans against you, before you tug his leash backwards, pulling his head away from your folds.
He whines at the loss of your taste against his lips, quickly replaced with the sting of your hand against his cheek once more. His eyes open wide at the feeling, pleasure trailing down to his cock as it throbs with arousal.
“I thought you said you would be good, hm? Did I tell you that you could do that? Get off without my permission?” You scold with a click of your tongue.
His face flushes with embarrassment from getting caught and he looks away from your scolding, looking anywhere but you.
You smack his other cheek at his actions, stating, “Look at me when I talk to you.”
He quickly looks up at you, his cheeks stinging and flushing a red from the sensation.
“Please I’m sorry, y-you just tasted so fucking good I couldn’t help it. I’ll be better sweetheart I swear, baby please, just let me go back-“ He rambles, eyes darkened with arousal and want to please you.
Feeling his words were satisfactory, you move your foot towards his crotch like before.
“Alright, but you must keep your hands on me at all times, alright? If you need to get off like the needy boy you are, you can use my shoe. Got it?”
He nods immediately, his big beautiful doe eyes staring up at you with appreciation. “Yes, yes thank you baby-“
You pull the leash, bringing him back to where you needed him most and he quickly went back to the ministrations he was performing before.
He mumbles thanks and appreciations into your folds, groaning and whining into you, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking on it.
You let out soft moans at his motions, holding onto the leash with one hand and putting the other into his hair to pull and tug on his dirty-blonde locks.
He lets out a pathetic moan into you, relishing in the pleasurable sting your fingers bring.
You can feel a pressure along your shoe-covered foot and realize he’s begun humping your foot for some kind of relief.
You push your foot down some more to provide more pressure for him and he speeds up his movements, letting out more moans and whines into your pussy.
He keeps grinding his nose up against your clit and his tongue begins to prod at your entrance, pushing as deep as he can.
He swaps between pushing into you with his tongue and sucking at your clit and you can feel the pleasurable coil in your core ramping up.
He doesn’t seem to be fairing much better either, as he motions against your cunt get more desperate and sloppy and his hips stutter in their grinding motions against you.
He knows better than to cum without your permission and he desperately works harder to get you off so he can cum. He eats you out with the passion of a starving man, his mustache could easily give you rug burn if you don’t come soon.
With a long, hard suck on your clit, the coil within you snaps and your thighs clamp hard around Hollands head and you tightened the grip on his hair, letting out a long and drawn out moan.
He continues his motions, lapping up all your juices you had to offer, working you through the waves of pleasure your orgasm gave.
After coming back down to earth, you can hear his whimpers as he continues working at your pussy and you can practically feel the way his cock throbs against your foot, aching for a release.
“…C-Come for me Holland-“ You let out breathlessly, running your hands through his hair softly to ease him through an orgasm.
“…thankyouthankyou-“ he repeats into your folds, letting out a long and drawn out groan as he cums, humping against you.
You peer over the ledge of the bed and you can easily see the damp spot on his navy blue slacks, darkening each second as he works through the pleasure.
“Good boy, did so good f’me Holland…” you coax, continuing to softly run your hands to rough his hair.
When he’s finally done, his hips quit stuttering and his work on your cunt slows to just a comforting and soft suckling.
You softly tug the leash back, bringing him away from your core and you get a good look at his blissfully fucked out state.
His eyes are deepened with arousal, half-lidded and staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in this world.
His cheeks were flushed a perfect shade of pink and his lips swollen and puffy from his work. His mustache was darkened and his entire bottom half of his face were glistening with your fluids and he eagerly licked his lips, relishing in the taste that remained.
His breathing was fast, panting against your legs as he regained his breath after drowning in your pussy.
You let out a smile at his condition and he returns with a fucked out smile before laying his head down in your lap.
You continue to trail your nails against his scalp and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck…baby that was…amazing…” he states tiredly. After a minute or so of gathering yourselves, he moves to unclip the leash.
To his surprise you tug on it, pulling his head back. You chuckle at his confused and surprised state.
“What? I’m not done with you just yet, we still have all night before Holly gets back home from Jessica’s.” You say, a knowing tone in your voice.
His eyes go wide and he can already feel his cock twitching and hardening again in his slacks. His signature smug smirk comes back onto his face as he looks at you with pure bliss.
“What did you have in mind?…”
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