Thank god fish aren't into cash...

NSFW :

Coarse hands ran along your skin, the rough digits leaving a trail of fire where they mapped across your front.

"You're so damn beautiful..." Holland breathed, the sound shaky–funny considering you were squirming underneath him, soaking wet for his touch. You had been like this since he had gotten home. Holly out ag Jessica's for the night, finally a moment to yourselves.

"You want me so bad, dont ya' Doll?" And there was that smug-ass smirk, knowing he was playing you, keeping you waiting and needing him. He always loved making you needy, he relished the attention.

"Fuck you, March." Your breath hitched when his fingers brushed against the soft hairs littered across your folds, other hand holding your legs wide open.

The bowl of ice cubes on the nightsand was sitting there, melting away.

"Is that how you want it, hm? You asked for this, remember?" His eyes raised at you, liking your attitude–in fact, it made his dick jump and leak in his briefs. "Marchhh can we use ice this time??"

The voice he acted as replicated yours, exaggerated and whiny and barely anything like you. You knew he was teasing you, and instead of being annoyed it just turned you on further.

"Here," He nodded his head towards the bowl, reaching over and picking out a dripping piece of ice, holding it up for you to see. "This can go right here."

He plopped the ice between the valley between your breasts, immediately feeling the spike of cold against your sweating skin. "That's cold isn't it?"

You just moaned in frustration, to which he bit his lip.

Every needy sound that was elicited from you just made his hard, pathetic cock twitch and pulse–but he had to push down the excitement, he's paying attention to you and you only right now.

Soon, another ice cube was being trailed along the inside of your open legs, leaving a cold, wet trail against the skin of your thigh.

Holland–with his free hand–pressed his thumb against your clit, dragging it down your slit to gather your slick before coming back to circle the desperate bundle of nerves, making you cry out in pleasure.

"That's it, just feel, you're doing great." He made sure his tone was praising yet mocking at the same time, knowing it'd make you gush further. "S' just a little ice, baby."

He removed his thumb and before you could jerk to chase his touch, his middle finger sunk deep inside you, a broken noise crawling from the depths of your throat from the unexpected fullness mixing with the temperature of the melting ice cubes.

The ice cube he was freezing your thigh with was now at your abdomen being slid down with a tantalising pace.

"March.." you moaned out, hips twitching to feel more of his finger inside you despite the piece of ice.

"Ah, stay still." The reprimand was soft but still effective as you forced yourself to lay unmoving, thighs clenching.

Your obedience made him groan–incredibly turned on by the feel of you around his finger compared to the freezing touch of the ice he was leading towards your clit.

A loud cry was pulled from your lips when he lightly pressed the melting cube against you, the stimulation setting off fireworks within you. The combination of his finger moving inside you, curling simultaneously as he pushed the ice against you was creating such a deep ache inside of you–you needed release.

"Oh Holland..." that was loud.

"Sh-shit–Jesus.." He didn't expect the use of his first name at all, considering you've never ever called him that before, but it definitely nearly made him cum in his pants.

He fumbled with the ice and quickly took it away as to not completely wreck you–instead filling you with a second finger, placing the now smaller ice cube between your breasts with the previous one.

"Felt so good..." Your hips bucked against his fingers, walls clenching and pulling him deeper.

And Holland was practically drooling over the view; you're completely dazed under him, blissed out and blinded by the pleasure of his fingers caressing your sweet spot, that coil within you tightening.

"I'm... I need to–please.." the plead rolled off your tongue.

"Let go, baby, cum around my fingers." He leaned down to kiss your parted lips, swallowing the broken sounds as you relented and came around his digits, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

He eventually pulled out his fingers, staring at the shine of you around them in faint awe.

After you took a breather you sat up, water sliding down your front, "You're turn, March!" An evil grin painted across your face.

"W-Wha–What?!"

N+SFW :

On the way back from a regulating drive, he adjusted his gloves inside the elevator. Ding.

Driver walks down the hallway just to end up discovering Irene holding you against the wall, lips locked together. The sight was sweet but heated and something he definitely didn't expect to see.

Both of his favourite neighbours connecting tongues, completely wrapped up in the moment and lost in the touch of eachother; he's actually frozen while watching.

And when she pulled back, you looked dazed but you immediately noticed him and lent a glance at his stiff posture, Irene's gaze followed yours and their was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke up.

"Sorry for.. interrupting." And you both swore there was a slight smirk on his face.

Neither of you knew what to say–but that didn't matter because he just unlocked his apartment and entered it, leaving you both shocked and puzzled in the hall.

"Now what..?" You mumbled.

"Good question.." Irene chuckled at the bizarre encounter.

"Let's... go inside." And she agreed with you as you took her hand, biting her lip as she followed you inside your own apartment. Benicio wasn't something to currently worry about since he's with the nice‐old-nanny a few floors below.

You were both embarrassed, clearly having gotten carried away with the conflicting feelings.

The both of you were attracted to the mysterious man next door, and when you two found out about that shared feeling, you somehow ended up kissing instead of arguing or fighting.

It sounds stupid. It really does. You can't deny that. You also can't deny the thoughts of three of you together, tangled in soft sheets and being sandwiched between the two.

You and Irene weren't the only ones that had thought about it.

Driver had gotten incredibly hard seeing the two of you like that; his glove clad hand stroking the unwanted erection as he leaned against his shut door, imagining both of you intertwined with one another.

Meanwhile you kissed along Irene's skin, slowly drawing out the want, crawling down the bed until you were face to face with her slick. "Beautiful."

You buried your face inbetween her legs with a passion that she had underestimated. You weren't about to let the troubled situation get in the way of her pleasure–humming into her sex as if it were the tastiest meal on earth.

Secretly yet simultaneously both Irene and Driver reached that much needed climax.

How are any of you going to deal with this?