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You don’t know if it’s some sort of drug he accidentally got into investigating a party, or if he just felt chatty today, either way you were getting fed up.

He was pacing around back and forth, complaining about some case while you sat at a barstool in your kitchen trying to read a book.

“-ust cannot believe he would even do that? I mean, sure, the man’s got some issues.” He starts, walking over to the fridge and opening it.

“But this son of a bitch decided that leaving me alone with a bunch of fuckin’ murderers was the best plan!” He moves his hands in the air to punctuate his words.

The refrigerator slams shut after he grabs a beer, and he begins walking over towards the couch.

“He’s just so stupid, yknow? Did I tell you about that time he almost crashed my-“ He starts up again, only to be interrupted by you slamming your book shut.

“Holland, quiet.”

You speak with a stern tone of voice, like someone getting onto their pet dog. Actually, it’s exactly like that.

That was the command your old friend used to do to get their dog to stop barking.

Holland immediately shuts up, now standing in the middle of the room confused, but still listening to what you say.

“Good boy. Now sit.” You say with a click of your tongue, pointing to the couch.

His face flushed with red at the praise, before quickly sitting down. He shared your surprise at the quick obedience he displayed, eyes wide.

He stares at you like a lost puppy, waiting for your next command. He was sporting a half-chub in his pants, evident by his tight suit.

“Good boy. Now stay, be quiet, and give me 30 minutes of peace and you’ll get a treat, okay?” You sternly say, but deep down it was just a plea for peace and quiet.

He nods, beer bottle still in hand.

“Holland, Speak.” You command, mostly urging for him to say it out loud to affirm he was on board.

“…arf…”

…

You both stare at one another, faces flushed red.

You couldn’t deny this entire scenario was making you feel some kind of way, and Holland could say the same.

You decide to play along, as you were interested to see where this goes.

“…good boy. Now, stay.”

You simply get your book back out and continue where you left off.

He sits there on the couch, quiet as can be while looking mildly embarrassed by how turned on he just got from being treated like some sort of puppy.

Late Night Surprise.

Pairing: Holland March x Reader x Jackson Healy (18+)

Words: 790

Description: Walking in on them going Ham lol.

Holland March Masterlist

When you’re coming home for the night at the March’s house, it’s never quiet.

Sometimes it’s arguing over a case.

Sometimes it’s loud music coming from Holly’s room.

Sometimes it’s a movie being played while March, Healy, and Holly all watch together.

But tonight when you came home, a much different sound was being heard. Something much more up your alley, something that made you feel hot and excited.

Holly was at Jessica’s house again for a sleepover, so it was just the adults at the house.

After opening the front door, you heard a rhythmic thumping against a wall and loud moans coming from the main bedroom.

Quickly taking off your shoes and leaving your bags at the door, you quickly, yet quietly, head down the hallway and peak through the door.

There, on the bed, was Holland being practically fucked in half by Healy.

His mouth was smushed into the pillow he was currently gripping onto for dear life. His back was arched with Healy using his big and calloused hands to hold Hollands hips in place while he thrusted into him at a ruthless pace.

“Shitshitshitshit-“ Holland whined, his voice muffled against the pillow, “Jesus Christ Jack-“

Healy deep chuckle rumbles through your chest from across the room. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fucking-YES!”

You can’t see Healy’s face, but you just know he has that one smirk on his face.

Healy smacks Hollands ass just enough to make a sound, causing a moan to leave Hollands lips.

When trying to get a closer look, you try and open the door wider, which instead creaks open, alerting the men of your presence.

Panicked, Holland tries to squirm his way out of Healy’s grasp in order to stop for whomever just came in the room, but Healy keeps a tight grip on the man while still fucking him.

Healy looks over his shoulder and glances your way, his smirk widens at realizing it was you.

“Enjoying the view sweetheart?”

Holland calms down knowing it’s you, but he doesn’t get a good look as Healy continues pounding into him.

“Oh yeah, it’s quite the show. Holland, you couldn’t even wait till I got home?” You tease, leaning against the doorway.

“He was just so desperate he practically pounced on me once we got back.” Healy says, speeding up his thrusts and Holland whines at your conversation where you talk like he isn’t even there.

You gesture with your hand at Healy to carry on and he does so without hesitation, manipulating Holland and arching the man’s back so that his thick cock could reach deeper.

Holland’s aching dick, red and perky, slaps against his lower stomach with each thrust. Tears build in his eyes at the pleasure and gripping his pillow with such intensity that you’re sure you’re about to see feathers start flying.

The lankier man babbles nonsense, voice high pitched and whiney as he’s fucked into oblivious.

Healy’s stomach hits March’s ass with each thrust, the momentum of the whole ordeal practically going to put a whole in the wall with how hard the headboard is hitting it.

You can feel yourself throb as you watch the men come undone. Holland squirms as he gets closer, Healy gets sloppier and rougher.

With a long, high-pitched, and drawn out moan, Holland comes over the sheets, ropes of white contrasting agains the dark fabric.

He huffs, whimpers leaving his mouth with each ‘chuff’, while Healy chases his own orgasm.

“So fuckin’ tight for us-“ He grunts, fingers digging deeper into the other man’s skin.

Heat flushes through your body at the implication of ‘us’, but it’s quickly deepened as Healy comes hard in March and you watch as a slight amount drips down from the man’s hole with each thrust.

They sit there for a moment, hips not moving as they come down from their high. After Healy pulls out of the man, they collapse on the bed in order to catch their breath.

You scoff with a smirk on your face, causing both men to look your way.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already. I mean, if you’re not up for it I can just go deal with this myself.” You tease, gesturing down at your groin.

The men perk up immediately and you can see Hollands dick already chubbing up once again.

“Oh Doll, the nights just begun.” Holland smirks, a seductive look in his eyes, leaning up on his elbows to look at you.

Healy is no different, only instead having a look of pure hunger rather than arousal.

“Take your clothes off and come here.” He demands, beckoning you closer with his finger.

Quickly, you discard your clothes. It was going to be a long night.

Driver recently came across a really nice car that needed a lot of tlc and attention to fix it up. Of course, you’re in full support of him and his work, however he’s barely been home for 2 weeks, spending all his free time working on that car and not with you.

So, obviously, you’re fed up.

Pulling up to the shop, all lights and doors locked except for the back entrance and a single light above his station on, you grab your bag with…certain items…and head on inside.

Soon enough, you’ve got driver panting and groaning while bent over the front of the car, eyes shut as you work him open from behind.

“Don’t stop working on that engine, right honey? Since you wanted to spend so much time with it lately, don’t let me interrupt you.” You assert, fingers reaching that spot inside him that makes him arch his back with a whine.

Your free hand tugs on his blond locks at the lack of movement on his part, and he lets out a pleasured yelp before continuing his work on the engine, albeit slower and less focused.

Finally, you slip your fingers out from him and put the dildo on the strap on you were currently wearing.

You’re 99% sure he isn’t even working on the car anymore, just fumbling around with the car to make it seem like he was in order to keep you fucking him deeply.

Your strap keeps hitting spots deep within him he didn’t realize you could reach, making him see stars.

His white tshirt is bunched up, sliding up his torso and leaving his soft, unblemished skin of his back vulnerable to you. Your fingers grip his hips hard, most likely going to leave bruises in the morning.

You slam into him deep and hard, the car squeaking with each thrust you make. His hard and neglected cock ruts up against the cool metal of the car each time.

He’s whining and moaning each time your hips connect, echoing throughout the empty shop.

Eventually he cums ropes of white all across the front of the car, his hands bracing himself on the cars frame to hold himself up.

His thighs tremble and shake from the intensity of the orgasm and you keep fucking him through his high, before finally pulling out and using a rag you brought from home to clean him up.

Like? He’s on one of those scooters to help him lay underneath the car. It’s a night where he’s all alone in the shop, working on a personal project.

You had brought him dinner since he was going to be out so late, but quickly you got bored. The image of his legs stretched out underneath the car, his jeans dirty and just seemingly waiting for you to pounce while he’s stuck.

First, you tease him, running your hands up and down his thighs, not saying anything. He jolts, realizing you’re up to something, but he just doesn’t say anything.

Finally, you manage to scoot him down just a bit further, allowing you to fully sit in his lap. You grind down a few times, hearing a grunt come from underneath the car.

Next thing you know, you’re riding him while he’s underneath the car, his T-shirt riding up and exposing his tummy.

He had given up on trying to work on the car during your antics, opting to instead hold onto the car in general to keep him in place while he tries not to cum immediately.

He’s practically blindfolded, not being able to crane his neck downwards to see all your movements, instead making him focus on the scent of gasoline and the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

Jude!! I do have thoughts and I posted some before over here but it’s simply not enough, so I’m gonna add a little bit of nsfw stuff below where he’s a freak. And there is a neighbour!perv!driver fic in my to write list!

Also please do read my bestie @heresthestorymorningglory’s Driver fics, there are two with multiple parts that are SO tasty. He’s the biggest sicko to ever sicko and I’m weak for it and have read them countless times. Edit: they are Under Your Spell, and Together Bound In Madness on her masterlist here.

NSFW, pervy behaviour, creepy and stalker behaviour, masturbation, gn!reader

@ken-dom I told you I would share my detailed thoughts about Ken sucking on that vibrator 😈

nsfw Ken x reader (Ken gets fingered while sucking on your bright pink vibrator)