holland march fingering you whilst you sit between his legs. 18+. mdni.
leaning your head back against holland’s shoulder, your back arched ever so slightly as his hands slowly trail across your neck, your chest… your stomach.
his long fingers settled on the waistband of your underwear, the only thing keeping you not completely naked, which you found entirely unfair considering holland had virtually all his clothes adorned.
the feel of his pressed shirt, the cool silk of his tie against your back and your head dropped to the side as he began to kiss and nip at the side of your neck, just below your ear, which made your nipples harden ever so slightly.
holland let out a cruel laugh, cooing at you and your reactions all the while his hands skirted over your skin, not ignoring the goosebumps that came and went. he was absentmindedly pressing his hard on into your back and it nearly made you drool to think about, though holland had made it clear that tonight was all about you and not him.
his middle digit finally trailed ever so lightly down past the band of your underwear and it made you jump, spare hand coming down to grip your chin from behind “how’s it going babydoll?” he teased more and as soon as he noted your scowl, his finger dipped into your opening, pushing in to the knuckle before pulling nearly all the way out.
you let out a small squeak and his lip curled up into a small smirk, coming down to kiss your cheek now, “you make the prettiest sounds, d’you know that baby?” he knew you had a thing for his voice and if it were possible, you’d be sure you just got a little wetter for him. he straightened his fingers now, adding another one softly into you, giving you time to adjust to the length of them, curling them in to feel all of you.
“atta girl, there we go” he smiled at you as he found a rhythm, if you were the type to get embarrassed, the slick sound of your own fluids would make your cheeks burn. it sounded damn right pornographic and you knew he’d be carrying a big grin now.
one of your hands scramble up to grip his hair, anchoring yourself to him, planted sweetly between the legs of your boyfriend. from his lips came a grumble, one that screamed satisfaction and he began to move his fingers in a more fast paced way, and you writhed softly in his lap.
this only stirred him on as the hand that was around your neck, found its way down onto your chest now, fondling with your left nipple, thumb swiping over the tip of it as it hardened. “jesus christ, you look perfect” he’d chide at you and you could only coyly nod, knowing he got off on you agreeing with how pretty you were. “can feel you squeezing around my fingers angel, are you getting close, hm?”
the question was rhetorical, holland knew your body better than even you did, you were sure of it. “gotta be good and soak my hand haven’t you?” he continued his verbal praise as his hand kept moving in and out, in and out. you felt the coil beginning to twist and you shook gently under his touch, eyes blurry and tears brimming on your eyelashes.
he shushed you gently “shh, you can cry if you need to baby, feels so good huh?” you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks, his hand on your nipple moving softly to hold your hip, grounding you to him. when you couldn’t take anymore, you came crying against him, small hiccuped gasps leaving your lips, tears collecting on your chin, and hurried ‘pleases’ leaving you. “there’s my baby, did so well for me” he continued to speak in your ear as you gained more sentience, whimpering gently.
he leant back, grabbing a cigarette from the case and putting it between his lips, lighting and taking a drag, trying to not make it obvious he was shaking too. “did so good for me” he nodded as your eyes closed “so good for me”.
