Warnings: smut (duh), cursing, smoking, typical holland stuff
God holland loves cowgirl, the late afternoon sun shines through the curtains, your already enveloping him. Hands back on his thighs as you grind down on him, mind completely blank as you fuck yourself on his cock.
He insisted he couldn’t do anything “too difficult” with his broken arm. To which you responded “it’s not like your dick doesn’t still work”. But one thing led to another and you relished in how good it felt to simply dry hump him while on top. His dick poking through his boxers, nudging your clit, and every time you looked down to kiss him he was so smug, knowing he was gonna get his way.
You couldn’t deny his cock was near perfect. Perfectly large with that little curve that always caught your g spot. And right now with every small bounce it brushed against it and you couldn’t help but shudder. He stretched you perfectly too, god you felt drunk on his cock. Every few moments you had to remind yourself to move, which was primarily why you didn’t do cowgirl a lot, you could faintly feel the burning in your legs through all the pleasure.
You smelled the smoke through your nostrils, it must’ve been his third cigarette, not that you could keep track of a thing. Forcing your eyes open you looked down to see him, his head against the pillow, taking a long drag from his cigarette with his right hand, his left on your hip, just sitting there not even helping you.
He had gotten exactly what he wanted, you were huffing doing all the work, you didn’t even have time to pay attention to your aching clit. And he was staring up and down your body, focused on your fucked out face all contorted in pleasure, and how his dick disappeared in your cunt. He got to have his cigarette, blow it in your face (which you never usually liked but it was painfully hot in this situation), and smirk like the idiot he was. He wasn’t even giving you those sweet (often pathetic) moans he usually did, in fact he was giving you nothing.
You tried to let out a grumble at this realization but it came out more like a broken moan.
“H-hol?” You asked, trying not to sound like you were enjoying this as much as you were.
“Yeah babydoll?” He said so stupidly smug, like he already knew what you were going to ask
“C-can you help me out?” You put your hands on his chest, not stopping your pace but making an effort to look exhausted so he would take some pity.
“Sorry honey got no free hand”
“You do asshole! you- fuck-“
“Hm? What’s that? Couldn’t catch that”
You could only really whine in frustration, you wanted to slap him. You felt so close but so far from your orgasm, and slightly overwhelmed by it all, the second hand smoke settling in your breath. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to keep going, and finally holland took pity on you. He reached over to his ashtray to put out the cigarette, letting out a sigh of his own that sounded like he was awfully close.
“Okay babydoll I know, I know” he said in that sickeningly soft voice. His hand on your thigh squeezed softly, and finally went to your hip to help you bounce down on him, his other hand he brought to his mouth to spit on, it probably tasted like cigarettes but your clit didn’t care when he started rubbing it in tight circles.
Immediately you felt a surge of pleasure, causing you to speed up.
“Fuck- baby I wanna come I wanna-“
“Aw do you? Wanna come?” He said in that stupid stupid condescending voice, but you could make out the shakiness in it.
You nodded furiously, your hand attached to his wrist that was tending to your clit, he pulled you down close to him while you came on his cock, and he followed soon after.
He liked to have you close while either of you were cumming, he liked to feel your bare chest against his, imagining your hearts racing so close to each other.
I MADE IT CUTE AND SAD AND SWEET WHOLESOME BY ACVIDRNT DAMN IT
When he came, which was during your orgasm, he finally started to let out those moans you loved so much. He sounded like a girl, there was no other way of putting it, he just went up a couple octaves. Breathing heavily against your neck, you still faintly smelled the smoke. His hand rubbing up and down your back, praises spilling from his mouth as he came down from his high.
He would kiss your face all over, still inside of you as he told you how good you did, and apologizing for being an asshole (even if he didn’t super mean it)
He would kiss your head then promptly fall asleep. STILL INSIDE OF YOU CAUSE IM A FREAKKKKK
